#somehow I have never recced this???

[mosylufanfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Cassian Andor/Jyn Erso, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Leia Organa/Han Solo Characters: Jyn Erso, Cassian Andor, Han Solo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Roommates, Fluff and Humor, Friends With Benefits, Friends to Lovers Summary:

"Come on," she wheedles. "I'll do the laundry for two weeks. I'll pay for beer the next time we go out." She waves her hands in the air, momentarily flailing around for more ideas. "I'll go down on you."

Cassian looks up then. "You're not going to go down on me."

She snorts on sheer impulse. "You underestimate the depths of my desperation."

  Or, the one where Jyn and Cassian start doing each other sexual favours. Because, why not.

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from @scifibi

[gbirrd]

8/9 - Steph Brown tarot card designs for Complete Candor by @vexfulfolly as part of the @batfam-big-bang

Read the fic here!

Other cards:

1-Babs 2-Cass 3-Bruce 4-Tim 5-Damian 6-Jason 7-Duke 8-Steph 9-Dick

Image IDs

Image 1:

A design of the "Judgement" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "JUDGEMENT". A symbol of two clouds is visible behind the numeral "XX".

Steph Brown faces foward in her Spoiler uniform. She has pupil-less white eyes and is shrouded in purple smoke. There are a few stylised lilac-coloured clouds in the foreground, partially obscuring her. The bottom half of Cluemaster's face is visible in the background with a hand reaching to grab her.

Image 2:

A design of the "Judgement" tarot card. It has the texture of recycled paper and reads "JUDGEMENT" upside-down. A symbol of a rabbit and a wolf is visible behind the numeral "XX".

Steph Brown stands with her back turned in her Robin uniform. She is standing in a pool of blood. A large shadowy Batman is in the background. The lower half of his face is visible and his hand reaches out to grab her. The yellow bat on his chest fades into the blood. The entire card is upside-down.

[baihujun]

Ciao, i discovered your profile today and i really love your art. I was wondering, what convinced you to ship batman/green lantern? and what are your favorite green lantern comics?

thank you, have a great day.

Ciao, hm I can't pinpoint when or what it was exactly, but it was most likely some great fanfic lol. Also I enjoy both characters a lot so that helps.

My favorite Lantern book of all time is probably Hal Jordan and the Green Lantern Corps (2016-2018). It's a 52-issue post-Rebirth run penned by Venditti and an absolute romp. I always recommend this run for those who wanna start reading modern GL; it's a great starting point and brings it all back to basics, what IMO people know and love about the Earth lanterns, the gang's back together, space cowboying around, Kyle ends his wild stint as a white lantern, etc etc. Long, but a blast to read for all of the 4 corpsmen. Plus, the art's fantastic.

Another comic near and dear to my heart is JLA/The Spectre: Soul War (2003). It's a two-issue story where Hal as The Spectre warns and helps the JLA fend off a psychic alien threat called The Trans (lol).

How much I appreciate and enjoy Spectre!Hal aside, it's a devastatingly romantic Batlantern story when read through a certain lens (and just as poignant platonically).

Anyway, don't have the time to delve into things but needless to say I spent like 2 hours in Rosh's DMs yelling about my read-through. Lmao. It's fun.

I'll just leave these panels here (spoilers):

[starryalpacasstuff]

Indian BL? FROM 2017????

There's an Indian BL from 2017 that I just watched. And I have incoherent thoughts

Before I continue, massive thanks to my bestie @anixknowsnothin for telling me about this show and proofreading the post for me. You don't even watch bl so I have no idea how you found this, but I'm incredibly grateful nonetheless

Here's the link to where I watched the show from, there's a glitch in the first episode subs where the subs seem to be from another show entirely, but it's only for the first ep and about 50% of the dialogue is in English anyways, so it shouldn't be hard to follow.(My ask box is also always open if there's a specific dialogue/scene in Hindi that you want the translation of)

Edit: The link seems to be region locked, so to watch it you can use a vpn and set your region to India, otherwise the episodes are available on youtube, albeit without subs

Note:- this post is going to have a few mild spoilers throughout, but I'll flag major spoilers in red

It's no secret that India is fairly behind when it comes to queer love shows if we compare it to other Asian countries. While it has a handful of great queer shows and movies, it's still quite a small quantity. Additionally, before this, I'd never watched an Indian show that felt like I was watching a bl (if you have recs, please send them my way!!). I'm not going to get into the technicalities of what feels like a bl and doesn't, because honestly, I'm not completely sure myself. For now, I'm just going based off of vibes and feelings, and this show felt like a bl through and through.

Titled 'Romil and Jugal' after its main characters, the story is a modern, desi, bl remake of the classic story...

Romeo and Juliet

Well, Bad Buddy was the first Thai bl I ever watched, so Romil and Jugal being the first Indian BL I watched just feels right, no?

I didn't actually know that the story was based off of Romeo and Juliet till the second episode, because I didn't bother looking for a synopsis, and jumped right in. However, it's links to Romeo and Juliet quickly became apparent, around the same time I started to see similarities between this show and Bad Buddy. I also did not know that this show came out in 2017 before I googled it, having already watched the entire thing, which was a pretty huge shock, because this BL is progressive by 2024 India standards.

Alright, enough of my rambling. Here's a synopsis of the show in case you haven't heard of it. (I couldn't find an official one, so I did my best to write a spoiler free synopsis)

Ramya happens to start talking to a slightly older woman at an airport, who believes that there is no romance in the younger generation. To prove her wrong, Ramya decides to tell the older woman her brother's love story. The story from the past is shown to us as Ramya narrates it to the woman in the present. Jugal is a closeted 19-year-old who lives with his parents. One day, a family moves into the house next door, and Jugal immediately falls for the son, Romil. The two of them attend the same college, and eventually become friends. The two of them eventually get together, but have to face the challenges of a homophobic society and having parents that hate each other.

I was a little skeptical of the show going in, but the show surpassed all of my expectations in the best way possible. It's no masterpiece, and it has its flaws, but it was far better than what I expected. It had both comical elements and darker themes, and it did not shy away from exploring the darker themes at all. Oh, and it has a few musical numbers. What did you expect? This is India after all.

The show is 10 episodes long, with 20 minutes per episode, and so it does unfortunately fall into some of the pitfalls that shorter shows tend to fall into, namely underdeveloped relationships and rushed endings. I did end up feeling a little bit like it didn't make sense for the pair to sacrifice and suffer as much as they did because they hadn't known each other for very long, and I felt like they should have been given more time to fall in love with each other. But it also could be argued that the show stays true to the play, and Romil and Jugal are dumb teenagers who make mistakes and stick with each other through them. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it.

One thing that I loved the show for was that it showed us that the relationship is not all sunshine and rainbows. They argue, they break up, they get back together, and they do argue even after that. But every time, they eventually work through the issue and reconcile. The show even depicts Romil dealing with internalized homophobia and struggling to reconcile with the fact that he will never be who his family wants him to be. Although I do wish they'd have had more time to explore this, I'd say it was decently depicted and handled. The show really delves into how children are forced to uphold their family's wishes and are constantly put under pressure to make them proud. Although it clearly affects both of them, it's more obvious with Romil, who is expected by his family to date and marry the daughter of his father's boss, whom they think he is dating. There's a metaphor along this theme too, where Romil pretends to like the mango shake that his mom has been making for him since he was a kid, even though he hates it, and when he tries to tell her, he has to act like it was a joke to spare her feelings. The show also goes into the communal mindset of basing your actions off "what will people think?", and you can see how a lot of the characters' actions throughout the show are haunted by this question. Some of Romil and Jugal's earlier disagreements are due to this very mindset.

The show also very candidly depicts the extreme homophobia of society in India. Romil and Jugal had to constantly hide who they were, always having to keep up a mask and I felt that reach somewhere deep inside me. When the pair come out, the show really shows how ugly homophobia can be in India. Their parents immediately disown them. They're mocked in college and wrongfully suspended for a fight that was provoked by other students. Very, very few people stand with them, and the pair very quickly realize that now that they are out, they simply cannot live in the city anymore. So with the help of Jugal's best friend and her mother, they flee to Mumbai, where they get jobs and live as paying guests with a friend of the aforementioned mother. But, even in Mumbai, the masks stay up. They have to act like cousins, for fear of being persecuted. The series depicted the worst-case scenario that so many of us live in fear of, so watching it was something of a cathartic experience for me.

Another thing that the show did quite well is showing how different people and their mindsets can be. Jugal's best friend, Ahalya, and her mom are very supportive, and they help the pair out quite a bit. Ahalya's mother provided a safe house for the pair and helped them find a fresh start. Meanwhile, Romil and Jugal's parents are incredibly homophobic. There was a scene that really stuck with me, (mild spoiler ahead, skip to the last sentence of the paragraph) where Ahalya's mother came across Jugal's mother, who prided herself on being educated and well-read, searching up how to cure homosexuality. Ahalya's mother then tells her off for calling herself educated yet believing that homosexuality is an illness. It is so important to me that the show depicted both the violent homophobia that permeates Indian society and the surprising, warm acceptance that one can find.

One final thing that I loved about this show so, so much is just how authentically Indian it feels. Asian cultures share a lot in common, but they also have their differences, so seeing a show where I can imagine encountering the characters in real life is really amazing. Rather than something big, it was little things sprinkled throughout the story that warmed my heart. The story felt like something I could hear the local aunties gossiping about. The way it depicts queerness in India hits incredibly close to home.

One thing I've learned watching Asian bls is that the ending of a show can make it or break it, but with this one, I'm stuck. The best way I can describe the ending is absolutely insane and incredibly Bollywood.

I believe this show was supposed to get a second season because the last two minutes of the show leave us with a massive cliffhanger. Now, it's been 7 years, so a second season is unlikely, so I'm simply pretending that the last two minutes of the show never happened. But the ending has so much more to it than just this (Major spoilers for the ending up ahead. I mean it when I say major, this is like going into Bad Buddy knowing that they're going to trick their parents in the end).

About halfway through the show, I remembered what play it was based upon and realized that there was a very real possibility that Romil and Jugal would die. The first half of the last episode leads up to this, telling us that they died when reconciling after an argument in the middle of the road when they were hit by a truck. We get a super emotional scene (yes, I cried) where the two families somewhat reconcile in their grief as they go to the police station to identify the bodies. Except... they're not dead, which is revealed when Romil's father hugs Romil's (not) dead body. They reveal that they planned this to show their family that they still loved their sons. I did say it was like PatPran tricking their parents in the end, didn't I? So the families reunite, Romil and Jugal get jobs in New Zealand and get married, and return to India for a wedding celebration (yes, I cried. again). The ending does feel slightly rushed, but if I'm being honest, it wasn't as terrible as it could have been. Believing that your child is dead for a bit is a somewhat justifiable reason for a sudden change of heart. There's a part where Romil and Jugal tell their parents that if they choose acceptance, they can reconcile, but if they choose to remain prejudiced, Romil and Jugal can simply get back on the stretchers, because they'll be as good as dead to their families anyways and it is *chef's kiss*.

All in all, the show was surprisingly heartfelt and poignant. It had me laughing, kicking my feet and even crying. There's a lot more about this show that I could talk about, but I'm going to stop here for now, and I'll try to write more on it later. This show really does deserve more recognition than it has, and I'm almost mad at myself for not knowing about it before. Am I being really biased when talking about this show? Absolutely. But I do think that this show is a worthwhile watch, and I'd really like to see what other people on here think of the show, especially because I'm aware that I am biased towards this show.

I'm tagging a few people who I know might be interested/have some thoughts about the show because this is a show that I really want to hear other people's opinions on and have conversations about, so I hope you guys don't mind!

@waitmyturtles @lurkingshan @bengiyo @neuroticbookworm

[martyrbat]

perpetual mourning – batman black and white (1996) #1

[ID: a black and white panel sequence of Bruce Wayne as Batman investigating a murder. He performed an examination of the victim's body and found DNA evidence to convict her killer and then performed an autopsy to examine her stomach contents — which led him to a little 24/7 diner. He walks in, disrupting the cozy scene with his presence.

Bruce internally reflects, ‘People think i'm a knight. A savior. But in truth, I'm only a vessel to hold the memories of those who've passed on. Those who've no shell left to store them. They must think I revel in my victories. It must seem like I never lose a fight. I lose plenty. The ones I couldn't get to. The ones I couldn't save in time. Those are the ones I carry around inside of me. Those are the ones I'll mourn forever.’

He shows the only waitress a photo of the victim's face and asks, “Excuse me. Do any of you know this woman?” The waitress gasps and holds her hand to her head in shocked distress. She stammers, “That's Chelsea, she comes in here all the time. Sits in the same booth, the same time, reads the same book... um, what was the title...? She, uh, left here only a couple of... Why do you... Oh, god. No. Dear girl...”

Back at the morgue, Bruce solemnly gazes down at the woman as she lays in an unzipped body bag. He thinks, ‘Luckily, you hadn't digested your last meal, Chelsea. There're only a few places in the neighborhood where you were found that serve blueberry pie at this hour of the morning.’ He carefully zips the body bag entirely. The identification label states she was a thirty year old caucasian female. The name ‘Jane Doe’ has been scribbled out to now be replaced with ‘Chelsea Rain’. Bruce continues to ruminate, ‘You only have your thoughts and dreams ahead of you. You're someone. You mean something. I'll remember. You're within me now. Forever.’ END ID]

[dw-flagler]

In this post, I will attempt to calmly, reasonably, and in-a-good-faith-manner argue all the points raised by tumblr user @library-bat-girl in the following posts. I am starting a new thread so as not to further destroy the original poster, @skitterenjoyer's, tumblr notifications. Worm (+MHA) spoilers ahead. This will be a long post.

Firstly, I would like to apologize on the worm fandom's behalf. We will not engage in ableism of any kind. I sincerely hope that this was a singular incident and @skittersdrippygirlcock will be better about this in the future.

"MHA has better characters,"

My Hero Academia's primary achievement, I think, is managing to make many decently well rounded characters in a fairly short time-span. It certainly has very good visual character design, with easily memorable character designs, like Mina Ashido or Tsuyu Asui. Most of Class 1A is shown to be more than single-note gimmick characters. For a story with such a tight schedule, and only so much page real-estate, that's impressive! For instance, a character decidedly outside of the main cast, Fumikage Tokoyami, is shown to have more to his personality than "is an edgelord," showing a humility and friendliness that is highly against-type. This is very different than a lot of its peers, especially in Shonen manga, where side characters (and sometimes even main characters) are never more than their tropes (see Fairy Tale, One Punch Man*, The Seven Deadly Sins, or Black Clover). My Hero Academia does clear that bar, by making side characters little more than their tropes. This is to say nothing of the primary cast, who, again, is largely defined by tropes and easily slotted into standardized interchangeable Shonen roles. Rival, Love Interest, Rival but Nice About It. Additionally, MHA has an uncomfortably sexualized main cast, for one composed primarily of minors.

This is compared to Worm, in which many characters are fully realized and could have been the protagonist (and often were in older drafts of the story, due to Worm's 10-year development hell). Every character that gets an interlude, and most that don't, all have fully realized interiority, traumas, and wants. In fact, this is one of the major themes of Worm. Every character, from the protagonist Taylor, to characters so minor they're seen only once (see Damsel of Distress, Dauntless), to major antagonists and monsters (see Jack Slash, Bonesaw) all have their own story, even if this is never shown on-screen. There are no "side characters" in the same manner as in My Hero Academia, because every character is a protagonist of their own story, and not in a trite "life is so beautiful" way.

Taylor isn't the center of the universe, there's an entire world outside of her 3-block bubble. The mechanism by which all characters get their superpowers means that the mere fact of having powers implies this about them. Even the seeming exceptions, aren't (see Alexandria, Garotte). Taylor is a good character. I don't even know how to elaborate on that. She just is. Worm does not have the character Minoru Mineta.

"a better plot,"

What... what is the plot of My Hero Academia? For the life of me, I can't seem to recall. I can tell you the general formula of most of the arcs for the first ~2/3rds of the story. Class 1A goes to do a hero high school thing, like do rescue training, or on-the-job training, or on-the-job-training, or on-the-job-training (they do it like 4 times for some reason), the League Of Villains shows up (even when it's seemingly not the league of villains it actually is the league of villains) they fight about it, the class beats all the villains, and Deku beats up strongest bad guy and also breaks his bones. Repeat step 1. But like. What's... the plot? The League of Villains is evil and wants to kill people and do bad stuff. They explicitly do not have greater motivations. There's generally themes of passing-on-to-the-new-generation, so there's Tomura Shigaraki as the arch nemesis to Izuku Midoriya, just as All Might's Nemesis is All For One. Eventually they fight a big fight about it and I stop reading because I find out about Worm. From what I understand (I have not read the conclusion) the series ends without addressing any long-running questions, wrapping up any character arcs, or concluding anything in a narratively satisfying manner. As if severely rushed.

Worm, there are maybe 15 main stories going on simultaneously, which are all tied into the final confrontation with Scion. The most obvious is Taylor's and the Undersiders' story, about taking over Brockton Bay and defeating Coil, which is a smaller part of Coil's story about taking over the bay, until their confrontation with him in arc 17, when it supersedes Coil's story, and then intersects with Cauldron's story, the Traveler's story, the Case 53s' stories, the Wards' story, all of it, in arcs 18-19. This is one example. A great deal of attention is spent making sure the reader knows that Taylor, the Undersiders, Coil, all of them, are bit players in a very large game. Despite this, it's never hard to follow, because Wildbow, while lacking some of the more flowery prose, manages extremely well at making his stories easy to understand.

"I feel like even people who like Worm can agree that Worm is not the most consistent piece of fiction ever written. The disjointed way it was written meant that emphasis was primarily put on 'What Wildbow thought was cool in the moment', [sic] and the story RADICALLY shifts gears every time a new arc starts."

What? Huh? Worm is extremely consistent. Like. 1.1 to E.x. It's, like. Not disjointed? Oh my god, are you talking about interludes? Is that what you mean? The interludes shift gears? Because that makes sense. It's one of the hardest things about worm, yeah. It's gripping! The interludes are a great idea to expand the world of worm, but the problem is that taylor's story is so intriguing that stepping away from it to focus on something else is hard, no matter how individually interesting. I want to read about taylor's escalation spiral, not the travelers! (As opposed to My Hero Academia having random escalation and de-escalation between arcs with no real explanation. We're reading about lives-on-the-line battles with child-slavers and then move to playing on a playground with little kids? Best I can think of is that this whiplash is intentional, but this is never communicated to the reader. Worm does not do this. Any de-escalation is met with the explicit understanding that this is merely a period of calm before things get even worse). Taylor's story wraps up in an extremely narratively satisfying fashion, following her story to its logical conclusion. There were so many ways it could have been avoided, but there was really only one way that it could have ended.

"better worldbuilding,"

This actually offends me. MHA could have had great world-building. It doesn't. Every potentially interesting bit of world-building is backpedaled out of or stopped before it could get anywhere. Or it's just never elaborated or expanded upon. Everyone having a superpower could have been cool, but the implications of this are nonexistent. The reasons for this having no real implications, that being the banning of quirks, also has implications that are also immediately backpedaled out of. It's been hundreds of years since our time, yet life is exactly the same. Nothing ever happens. Endeavor is a cool concept. I like Endeavor. his existence implies such interesting things about the world, how important hero ranking is to these people's lives, that he would create this horrific system of domestic abuse to try and get to the #1 spot. What does this say about this system of heroes that operates like a popularity contest? It could have said a lot. It says nothing. What does the League of Villains, a league of people who call themselves out-and-out villains, who base their ideology in opposing this system of heroes, say about society? Nothing. On purpose. Worm does something with this. One Punch Man does something with this. My Hero Academia puts it in the story, and lets it sit, unused, for a decade.

Worm has... unique world-building. Because it's both good and bad at the same time. Worm's #1 feature is its world. It's brilliant, full stop. Triggers, The Birdcage, the PRT, Exclusion Zones! Why does the status quo exist? what does it say about that society? What does it say about our society? Why hasn't society radically changed from how it is in our world? This is explained. This plays into the themes. The story wants to say something about this world, and so it does. There are characters whose stories explicitly delve into these themes that are set up in the worldbuilding, like Armsmaster, or Battery, or Bonesaw, or Coil, or Piggot or Alexandria or Taylor herself or Brian or Lisa or ANY OF THEM THEY ALL DO THIS. Sorry.

Anyway, the bad part is that the actual world is not well built (and is kind of racist). What's going on in Europe? There's a 3 blasphemies! a 3 what? never explained. What's going on in Asia, aside from Japan? China is a monarchy for some reason. Why? It's never elaborated on. India gets a little bit of elaboration, we're told its different but not how it's different. Wildbow uses machine translation wrong and names some guy caliph of dogs. This is like worm's #2 problem honestly (#1 is Amy). Wildbow tries to make the implication of a well thought out globe without actually making a well thought out globe.

"stronger themes,"

It really doesn't. As I said in the worldbuilding section, MHA makes a point out of not saying or doing anything. I don't know if editors made Horikoshi walk back the more ambitious story beats or what, but there are multiple points in the story where the author pretty much looks you directly in the eye and goes "This Story Isn't Saying Anything At All Even Though It Looked Like It Would. Lmao."

Worm has lots of themes. I think Armsmaster/Defiant's story is my favorite. His entire character arc (which is fully realized despite him being a background character for nearly the entire story) has a point to it. It says something. It's misanthropic and uplifting simultaneously, and manages to feel like it earns both. It's a shared theme with Bonesaw/Riley's story, explored in two different ways.

"Meanwhile MHA establishes an actual overall theme/message right from the start that expands and develops throughout the story. The worldbuilding is informed by the message, which informs the characters arcs and the people they become by the end of the story."

I notice that you never actually say what that message is. What is it? Like, for real. I'm not being confrontational or anything, like what is the message? Cuz' I can't think of one. My Hero Academia, at its very core, is a defense of the status quo. Much like its world-building, but much less forgivable, because it does do something new and unique with its world-building. MHA could have done some extremely interesting stuff with its early implicit critique of heroic society as shown with characters like Bakugo, or Shigaraki, or Endeavor, or Overhaul, or Midoriya himself! It just doesn't! It doesn't do stuff that Worm does do!

Worm does have a message. It has a lot of messages, actually, some that the author disagrees with somehow. Prison abolition, for one. We know Wildbow loves prison. Anyway, the big one is in the subtitle: doing the wrong things for the right reasons. Taylor's constant spiral of escalation, her dwindling attachments to her friends and greater focus on treating herself like a soldier is prevalent, and it is to be avoided. Taylor isn't a sin-eater. They don't exist. From what I remember, this is sort of explored in Deku's character arc for a short period of time, but much like everything else in MHA, it is backpedaled out of.

The funniest is "don't text and drive" though.

"Just on a basic level the way that the audience is meant to feel about Taylor oscillates wildly between being directed to think of her as a misunderstood victim of circumstance, or history's greatest monster."

That's kind of the point. Like. the audience isn't meant to look at Taylor the same way throughout the entire story. It's meant to change as she changes. Taylor's opinion of Taylor changes. The mistake here is saying it "oscillates wildly." it doesn't. It's a slow and steady change for the worse, as Taylor gets more violent and starts throwing away greater and greater parts of herself to become more like a robot and less like a person.

"But a bigger issue in general is tone. It's very focused on being dark and gritty and edgy, and it makes the mistake a lot of consciously edgy media does. IE: it thinks that all it has to do to be smart is be bleak and/or graphic. It doesn't really try to say anything, in fact it contradicts itself throughout the book as I mentioned before, it just throws in extremely graphic scenes and content periodically to remind the audience how fucked everything is."

Did you read the boys and think it was worm? What? It's not being smart when it's bleak or graphic? I actually personally like the endbringers or the slaughterhouse 9, and not because I like watching people suffer. These things exist for a reason. It's not being dark for the sake of being dark. The heroes could stop the slaughterhouse 9. We see that, when they almost stop the slaughterhouse 9 (it's explicitly shown that they are stopped from destroying the slaughterhouse 9). The question then becomes why don't they? It's a grim, brutal calculus, and one that wasn't worth it. That's the point. The Endbringers are different. It's not until arc 27 that they're really explained. You could either read them as a criticism of Eidolon or of ableism, honestly. I mean, it wasn't intentional, he didn't create them on purpose, he needed something to fight, because without that he's nothing. His powers are all he has.

"Worm spends so much time trying to be edgy that as with a lot of edgy media the edginess loses all impact quite quickly and becomes sort of cringe."

I don't really think so, but like. Okay. I don't think this is a reconcilable viewpoint (none of this is really but this especially), so like we're probably gonna have to agree to disagree. The only thing I can really think of as edgy for the sake of edginess is Amy's arc. But even that's not really true. It's meant to be an utterly avoidable tragedy that could never have been stopped because of the people involved. Much like Taylor, actually. Amy could have stepped back from the brink, but she didn't, because Amy could never have done that, and nobody else was willing/able to help. It's supposed to be a thing where you sit back and think of all the tiny ways this could have easily been avoided, but wasn't.

"When body horror happens it still has impact because it's not happening constantly."

I mean, I guess. But like. I never got desensitized to the body horror in Worm. It hit pretty consistently for me throughout. As opposed to MHA, where it was usually walked back by the end of every arc. I never felt much tension or suspense because it felt as if there weren't actual consequences. In Worm, when Brian was strung up on his nerves, it felt disgusting because I was fully aware Worm would explore the ripple effects of this. It felt entirely possible he would die there, or never recover, because Worm didn't pull its punches. MHA did. This is a matter of opinion. We'll just have to agree to disagree about it.

"But most importantly - you root for the heroes because the world actually seems like it's worth saving."

that's just, um. sorry. I'm really trying here. That's just. Uh. Dumb. Do you root for Batman cause Gotham is a nice city? Everything's worth saving, that's, like, at its most basic what the concept of a superhero is about.

"Not only that but MHA simply does villain protagonists objectively better than Worm."

um. No? There straight up aren't villain protagonists in MHA. The villains are the POV characters for, like, one arc? You know what, here's a good spot for it. It's stated throughout the story that Shigaraki and the League of Villains have a goal, beyond just death and destruction. They're here to stop the corrupt society of heroes (that MHA hints at the existence of before backpedaling away from), and bring about a fairer society. But then, and this part pissed me off, one of the characters, I think Bakugo, says: "you're just using that as cover! you just want to kill people, you have no noble goal!" and shigaraki's like "dang you caught me." and then it happens again with Deku! Because My Hero Academia is allergic to saying something. Nope! They're villains! No moral depth here! They're Villains, We're Heroes, Go Put Them In Jail.

This is opposed to Worm, where- "The characters of the villains and their origins are used to highlight the flaws in the Superhuman society"

"Most of the villains are only villains because society failed them in some way, and the specific ways in which that happened become big plot points that then play into the future arc of our heroic characters."

I had to walk away from my computer for this one. It's hard to be civil. It's really hard. Polite and reasonable.

So Worm is about this. To even say this without a shred of irony makes me thing you've never once read a single word of Worm and are doing this purely as bait. Or you've read all of Worm and are doing this purely as bait.

"They're actually extremely complex in a way that ends up being fundamentally important to the overall story - where in Worm the villains are either based heroes fighting a corrupt system or they're histories [sic] greatest monsters... until they're presented as heroes again."

I think I get it now. I really think I do. You're not supposed to agree with all the characters. Like. Worm is inconsistent, in that it follows the perspectives of inconsistent people. Of course Triumph and Armsmaster don't agree on what is right! They're different people, they have different perspectives!

"See. Worm fans keep saying "This is Bait." It's not Bait, you all are simply ridiculous and obsessed with this series to such a degree that you feel compelled to say "This is Bait" instead of just... ignoring it, because you have no actual counterargument."

Perhaps worm fans are inclined to believe you posted rage bait because you brazenly walked into another fandom's post and wholeheartedly proclaimed that the thing they liked was Stupid Idiot Bullshit For Fucking Morons, and refused to elaborate until prompted, at which point you said several things that are demonstrably false about Worm.

"Your only response to anything I've said is pedantry, bigotry, and deflection. If it was obviously just bait why are you engaging?"

Well, I'm engaging because I've been in a foul mood since I woke up this morning. Also because you, again, said some very rude and patently false statements about a story that I really enjoy and find narratively rich, even in its faults.

"MHA's characters do fall into archetypal shounen character roles - but they are all given a solid amount of focus explaining why they are like that and developing them into something bigger."

Again, as I said, it's a genuinely impressive feat to have an ensemble cast like what My Hero Academia has, and give so many of the characters a degree of depth, with such little manga to work with. I think worm does it better, but worm doesn't have to be economical about it. MHA does. The problem I have with this statement is that it becomes a question of scale. How much bigger? They're no longer defined by their tropes, instead defined by their opposition to their tropes. It's still a one-note character, you've merely changed the note from C to C sharp.

"so almost every member of the cast has an arc that either develops them past the person they initially seemed to be or explains why they're like that."

This is probably my favorite part about MHA. They do have arcs! I love ensemble casts! it does a much better job in this than all of its contemporaries, even One Piece. However, they are comparatively simplistic arcs that all follow a similar formula.

"I've heard people say MHA is neocon or pro-establishment but the story literally concludes by showing that society HAS TO FUNDAMENTALLY CHANGE or the same problems that created the villains in the first place will keep happening. The entire time skip specifically focuses on the fact that for eight years the main characters have been forcing change in the world and addressing the issues the villains brought up."

Now, I'm going to be clear. I stopped reading My Hero Academia around chapter 275. I don't know the exact number, but it was the latest chapter in ~mid 2020. I would occasionally attempt to reread, in an attempt to catch up, but give up around chapter 200 out of boredom. I don't know exactly how the story ends, but I have read ~2/3rds of the story. I feel this gives me a pretty good understanding of the general tone of the story, unless it wildly changes tone at the 3/4ths mark, which you have explicitly said it does not, as it is extremely coherent and consistent. Therefore, I believe I can state with some degree of confidence that MHA does not do that.

I would certainly believe that it tries (and fails) to SFP it, but SFP does not promote a fundamental societal change. That's the problem. Strong Female Protagonist was willing to come up and say that Alison lived in a fundamentally unjust world, even if it was never willing or able to offer real change. And hey. You do what you can. I sincerely doubt My Hero Academia is even willing to call its world fundamentally unjust, from the 200+ chapters that I did read.

"In the case of the actual main characters, they have extremely comprehensive character arcs."

Adding this behind the last point just so that I don't have to reiterate I haven't finished the book. I am, however, very much not inclined to believe the actual main characters had extremely comprehensive character arcs.

Which plays back into the initial theory that ANYONE CAN BE A HERO.

man, spider-man did that better (not a real argument, but like, spider-man totally did that better). Not least because midoriya specifically could not become a hero were it not for all might giving him a power.

No, the Villains don't get happy endings,

Why not? Why do they go to jail, even the ones who changed and wanted to redeem themselves? Endeavor never goes to jail. He did some horrible stuff. He's redeemed himself in the eyes of the story, right? Anyone can be a hero, right? So why not them? Why haven't they redeemed themselves in the eyes of the story?

You may wish to turn this back on me and ask why doesn't Armsmaster go to prison? Because he's similar in some respects. But worm never calls prison justice. (for some reason, even though wildbow totally loves prison). Prison is punitive, a tool for those in charge to control those it manages to capture. Maybe some deserve life in the birdcage. Many don't. It doesn't matter. Because the birdcage isn't a tool of justice. It's not meant to be. it's a box to put the uncontrollable capes in, until they can be used as meat shields. So Armsmaster doesn't go to prison because the story says explicitly there is no point to it. But MHA? MHA says there is a point to it. Endeavor needs to go to prison if he wants to atone. He's escaping justice every second he's outside.

I have actually read Worm, and for the first half to two thirds I loved it.

Weird. That's exactly how long I really enjoyed MHA. Not, like relevant, to anything. Just odd. I mean, I don't actually dislike MHA. I think it's fine, actually. It feels like Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade to me. Funny (when Mineta isn't around), bombastic, and a good time, even if I don't think it's super thematically rich.

I'm not coming at this from the perspective of someone who has never seen any of the merits of Worm, I'm coming at it from the perspective of someone who really liked it, gave it a fair shot, and was eventually disappointed when it ended up not tying together right.

See, this makes me more inclined to think it's bait, actually. since you said "Oh yeah. MHA is published. MHA's been an ongoing publication with a large following for ten years, in a notoriously competitive industry. Now this might seem kind of unimpressive, it's a very low bar to clear I know. But it's one Worm hasn't, so. I dunno, I'd say that's fairly objective. Now you may think "Yeah, but Trash fiction gets published all the time." And that's true but again - Worm hasn't. The worst piece of fiction you can think of got published and Worm didn't. You wanna be an asshole about this? The thing you love is so mid that it was self published in 2013, couldn't get picked up for professional publishing until 2019 and as far as I can see has stayed in development hell since then." in your previous post. Sure, perhaps we can say you were pissed at the time, but "the thing you love is worse than trash fiction, an altogether nothing piece of literature that isn't even worth the paper it would hypothetically be printed on" does not strike me as the words of someone who "really liked it, gave it a fair shot, and was eventually disappointed when it ended up not tying together right." In fact, going back through your other statements on the story, you seem to have genuinely disliked it from the very beginning, on grounds of being too edgy (which I can fully understand the logic of): "IE: it thinks that all it has to do to be smart is be bleak and/or graphic," thematically incoherent: "It doesn't really try to say anything, in fact it contradicts itself throughout the book as I mentioned before, it just throws in extremely graphic scenes and content periodically to remind the audience how fucked everything is," and utterly devoid of purpose or meaning. "When it does introduce new lore that new lore is almost always overly convoluted and acts as a catalyst for things happening, but not really things happening that play into a wider theme or message. It's just "Oh and here's this team of god-level serial killers who are gonna string a dude up by his nervous system." Like yeah, cool visual, but what is any of this actually saying?" This does not sound like a ringing endorsement of the first half of Worm to me. In fact, this sounds like you hated every second of it.

"And frankly given the number of comments that are just people saying "Bait" - I don't think any of y'all have engaged with this in a fair or honest way"

I'm going to reiterate on my previous statement. I like my hero academia. Capeshit is my favorite genre, it probably always will be. They're my favorite genre of story. While I find the themes—or lack thereof—extremely frustrating, I still think of it as fun. I gave it a fair shake. I would probably really enjoy the ending if I didn't have a reading list that was 300 books long.

[groenendaelfic]

me: why isn't there more top Simon fic? I demand equal prostate orgasm rights for Wille!!!

also me: procedes to write 95% top Wilhelm scenes with a spattering of vague allusions to them switching sometimes because really Simon should get to experience this as well but in much less detail and how about I add yet another scene or two during edits describing exactly how much Simon enjoys getting railed by Wilhelm in case my readers missed it the first five times I brought it up and oh what was I talking about again?

me once I'm done editing for the day: whyyy isn't there more top Simon fic? WHY? It doesn't make any sense! It's so unfair!

[sassy1121]

Haven't seen anyone on my dash mention yet that there's a WIP sequel to Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach!

[kyoupann]

Turns out it really is me and the queer RPF fanfiction I read at 13-16 years old against the world.

[soundtestmenu]

god i wanna get back into reading so bad. i have been reading so much (carefully curated) fic lately and i want to read something that is Actual Literature

[scoobydoodean]

I have never been diagnosed with ADHD but I feel like I need to be evaluated I have created my own torture chamber with my dissertation project I could not look at this weather model software for more than 2 minutes if you put a gun to my head but I sure can make a billion gif sets for the CW’s Supernatural and write a bunch of tutorials on making gifs with free tools with no issues and learn how to script gifs in 12 different ways with a command line utility and I am remembering that in college I could focus on my work for long periods even when the work got really tough at the end but I was also working out 8 times a week and I felt like I had the tools to learn the tough stuff I didn’t have to invent it all out of thin air FUCK this model I hate it here I want out of this school with these fucking asshole professors I can’t goddamn stand this place.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

one thing i can intermittently remember re: lackadaisy is that way back when, would've been around '08 to '10, i mentioned it to someone in person w/whomst like informal Media Recs Trading was established & i think mentioned wanting recs for checking out webcomics specifically? & i was like ooh lackadaisy Gotta be lackadaisy (i read like, a few others at the time but was immediately huge on that one specifically due to [the ways it pwned were obvious to me first reading it in '07 and Now alike]) and like. in the realm of Left Field Responses I Got After Ventures Of Someone W/o The Confidence I Have Now Thanks To Grinding For It In The Entire Interim i eventually followed up like did you check it out, what do you think, b/c my enthusiasm was stronger than my reluctance to bring shit up unprompted. and i think they were sort of evasive a moment but then were like nah b/c.......why are they cats....like lmfaoooo was Not ready for that like yeah idk what to tell you if that was that significant a factor. except that if you know that much it's too late the furry police are en route

not long afterwards perhaps truly more unexpected. i managed to finagle going to the first convention marble hornets was at, relatively short notice, and this is thanks to by that point having Enthusiasm behind it again, of course. afterwards to the relatively small tumblr mh ether i Ventured Forth again like is there interest in my talking about it, livestream q&a possibilities style even? and then i got an anon telling me not now b/c hοmestuck had updated. omicron just to not risk it plus i think even now i'd filter my own post. like divide this into four sections the way i'm truly at a loss. didn't have that much to talk about but looking back like fr you're neurononconforming in online fanbase Posting same as in the [random discord servers Hate them! non normative verbal communication happens in scores / hundreds of words if it happens at all] like and yet it gets to you to the con. and to the "i don't need other people to like media 'with' me i didn't talk about lackadaisy at all till the pilot dropping & my [first full reread in a Minute] got me all fired up posting style & 'hey wait. my special little guy. all this fresh Mystery Plot Everything appreciation. whoa'" moment. plus nowadays it's only like Lol Lmao whereas back then it was like :( :/ but also still funny b/c this person was running away throwing chairs & tables behind them like i'm not a furry i'm not and an anon was like didn't ask don't care oppa homestuck style. standing there palms open like. furious theorizing is there for me

[sexybabystevie]

i genuinely think that im in some weird alternate dimension rn

[seth-whumps]

I MADE A WHUMP EVENT: get ready for July folks

welcome to the Whumperless Whump Event of July! for your sickfic, situational, and completely apersonal whump needs--comfort included, of course. follow @whumperless-whump-event for more information and details!

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Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

[emisloves]

BEYOND THE CLASSROOM ✦ P.SH

PAIRING. professor!sunghoon x fem!reader

GENRE. mdni, professor x student dynamics, college setting

WARNINGS. smut, unprotected sex (a big no), nicknames (slut, darling, princess, etc.), oral (both m! and f! rec.), backshots, mating press, riding, creampie, squirting, cum eating, spit play, snowballing, size kink, face fucking, groping, making out, clit biting, pussy slapping, clit pinching, oversensitivity, slight blue balls, slight boob kink (?), slight oral fixation, bulge kink, orgasm denial, manhandling, hoon is kind of manipulative, reader isn't naive; just a huge slut for hoon

WORD COUNT. 8k

A/N. this is specifically dedicated to @destinyhoon (a very late bday present?) don't read this unless you're haze or else I will come for your kneecaps /j also only the first 2k is plot, the rest is just pure, filthy smut.

You sighed. This was boring. The lecture was boring. The professor was boring. Everything was so fucking mundane and boring.

You unwrapped a lollipop, putting it in your mouth, swirling your tongue around its tip. You sucked your saliva off it, the sweet strawberry flavor invading your tastebuds, making you let out a contented hum.

You stared at your professor. He wasn’t very special, neither by looks, nor his teaching methods. Yet somehow, for some unknown reason, you felt drawn to him. There was something about him– something that you couldn’t pinpoint– that was special about him. Whenever you made eye contact with him, either of the following things happen:

You become breathless, your brain turned into mush, your senses dulled and heightened at the same time. Every inch of your being yearned for him, him and him. He left you completely intoxicated with just one fleeting glance.

Or, you would feel like you were slowly losing your mind.

You would want nothing more than him to bend you over on that desk of his, fucking you full of his cum, till it was flowing out of you like a waterfall. You needed him to stuff you full with his cock, whether it was your mouth, your pussy or even your ass– you wanted him. Needed him.

Some would say you were obsessed with him. Others would say you’re just down bad.

You didn’t know which one was more correct, nor did you care enough to find out. All you did know was that you wanted to have him. You had to have him.

It was the last lecture of the day, which also happened to be Professor Park’s lecture, your favourite professor. Unfortunately, your mood was usually never good around the end of the day, causing you to be excessively snappy. You couldn’t help it, wanting nothing more than to go back to your dorm and sleep for the rest of the day.

You unwrapped another lollipop, sucking on it. You happened to sit on the first row this time, wanting to be able to stare at your favorite professor without any difficulties or interruptions.

Sunghoon on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to rip that lollipop out of your hands.

He hated you. 

Hated the way you sucked on that damned lollipop all the time. Hated the way you were the only person who never missed a single lecture of his. Hated the way you always wore the most provocative of clothes. Hated the way every guy always stares at your pretty legs that were always on display. Hated how his own eyes never seemed to stray away from your exposed cleavage. Hated the way he felt jealous whenever a guy asked you out.

Why were they asking you out? They could have any girl they want, so why you?

Why did he feel jealous whenever you looked at a guy other than him? Why did his blood always boil when you smiled at another guy? Why did the jealousy surge through his veins so excruciatingly, a burning rage simmering in his head?

Why?

Most of all, why did he care so much about you? You were just another student after all.

But he knew why. You weren't just another student. You were an extremely annoying one.

You see, you were quite– distracting to him. At the beginning, he thought the sound of you sucking on a lollipop during his lectures was immensely annoying.

Now?

Now he thinks you’re even more distracting than before. The way you sucked on your lollipop? He was curious about what else you could do with that pretty little mouth of yours.

“Miss L/n, please follow me to my office.”

You froze in the middle of your path. Did you hear that right? Did Professor Park really just ask you to follow him to his office? Just as you were about to leave the lecture hall?

You slowly turned around, making eye contact with him, resisting the urge to rub your thighs together. His gaze was making your stomach do flips, and you probably wouldn't be able to control yourself for much longer if he kept staring at you like that–

His gaze traveled downwards, resting on your cleavage and exposed legs for a moment too long, before he cleared his throat. Without another word, he turned around, walking towards the side of the hall, to the door.

You made haste, quickly going down the stairs and following him, trying to keep up with his fast strides. It almost seemed like he was in a hurry, making no effort to slow down for you to catch up. You tried your best to follow him as fast as you could– or rather as fast as your heels would allow you to.

He went past the shared staff room, walking towards his own private office. He quickly opened the door, going inside, not bothering to close it since you were coming behind him. He went to his desk, going around it, sitting down on his chair. “Please close the door once you're inside.”

You stepped inside, closing the door as per his request. Before you could step towards him, he spoke again, his words catching you off-guard.

“Lock the door and take a seat.”

You opened your mouth to speak, before closing it again, his request having rendered you speechless. Since when did a talk with your professor have to be behind closed doors?

Nevertheless, you followed his instructions, closing the door behind you, before going towards his desk, taking a seat in front of him. Your professor didn’t look at you, too busy rummaging for something in his desk drawer. He seemed to have finally found what he was looking for, pulling out a sheet of paper and placing it in front of you. He leaned back on his desk, locking eyes with you, staring straight into your eyes. “Do you know what this is, Miss L/n?”

You gulped, feeling heat creep up on your neck from embarrassment. “Yes.”

Your professor cocked a brow at you. “‘Yes’ what?”

You looked down, avoiding eye contact, speaking in a smaller voice. “Yes sir.”

His eyes followed your gaze, before traveling downwards, shamelessly burning holes into your cleavage. It’s your fault for wearing such revealing clothes after all. Isn’t this why you always wore these types of clothes? So that he could stare as much as he wants?

“Look at me when I’m speaking with you.”

His tone made your stomach flip. Since when did his voice sound so– hot? Why was it making you feel hot?

You slowly raised your head, looking straight at him once again, making him resist the urge to smirk. You looked so fucking cute and innocent like this– but he knew better than that.

You were no innocent little lamb that could be preyed upon easily.

But even the most vicious of predators can be preyed on if the cards are played correctly.

He tilted his head slightly to the side. “What is this sheet Miss L/n?”

You were definitely ovulating. Why else would every single action of his turn you on this much?

You bit down on your bottom lip, discreetly trying to shift on the chair, rubbing your naked thighs together. “It– It’s a record of my performance for this entire year, sir.”

“Mhm. And what exactly does it suggest?”

You gulped. His condescending tone sending tingles of need straight to your core, leaving your pussy throbbing and aching, needing attention immediately. You once again shifted on your chair, subtly trying to rub your thighs together again. “I– It suggests that– that I haven’t been doing well?”

He had, of course, immediately caught onto how you were rubbing your thighs together both times you did it. Your professor leaned forward on the desk, his eyes not once breaking the intense eye-contact that you both held. “And what would that suggest?”

You bit down on your lip again, harder this time, trying your best to stifle a moan. It was crazy how much he was turning you on with simply his voice. It was getting increasingly difficult for you to speak. “It– It would suggest that– that– that I need to do– better?”

He clicked his tongue, his brows creasing in slight annoyance. “You are aware that your finals are in less than a month, yes? Even if you– by some miracle– score extremely well in it, your previous grades– which are absolutely pathetic, may I add– would not allow you to move onto your third year. You will most definitely have to repeat your second year, which would definitely not look good on your resume.”

Your eyes widened, your hornyness having been momentarily forgotten. You knew your academic condition was bad, but you had no idea it was this bad. “I– Is there any way to– to fix that?”

Sunghoon had to hide a smirk at your words. Finally, finally you were falling right into his trap. He leaned back on his chair, not breaking his eye contact with you, or letting his face betray his true thoughts. “There might be a way.”

You sat up straighter, staring at him with a hopeful glint in your eyes. “What is it, sir? I promise to do anything to get grades up.”

His eyes flickered down to your cleavage, the movement of his eyes so fast you almost thought you imagined it. “Don’t be so rash in promising things, Miss L/n. ‘Anything’ is a lot to promise. It can be– taken advantage of quite easily.”

“But I mean it sir. I would do anything to fix my grades.”

He almost broke character right then and there. God, you may not be innocent, but you were so fucking naive. So easy to manipulate. “I could increase your previous grades.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “You would do that?”

He leaned in front again, staring straight into your eyes. “I would.”

You almost let out a delighted squeal, managing to suppress it just in time. “Thank you sir– that would be very helpful– and extremely appreciated.”

His lips held the ghost of a smirk. “Now now, don’t get ahead of yourself. Everything has a price.”

Your excitement dimmed a little, your mental dance coming to a halt. Of course there was a catch. There always was. His offer seemed a little too good to be true anyway. “Of course sir. Anything.”

He let out a small hum. “Anything you say…? You realize that is a very risky thing to promise?”

You bit down on your lip. Truth to be told, you were well aware of what you were offering to the plate by promising ‘anything’. And you don’t regret it one bit.

In fact, you hope that he takes advantage of your promise. Judging by the tone of his voice, he planned to do just that.

He finally allowed a full on smirk to break through his lips, tilting his head slightly to the side. He shamelessly let his gaze travel to your cleavage, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was looking at it, letting you know exactly what he planned to get as payment for increasing your grades. “Then you know what to do, don’t you? Or are you so dumb that you can’t even understand what you’re supposed to do now?”

Fuck, your panties were drenched from how much slick was oozing out of you, your panties sticking uncomfortably to your folds. You shifted on the chair slightly, rubbing your naked thighs together. You stuttered out a response. “I– I don’t– don’t know what to do now–”

He let out an amused scoff, rolling his eyes, leaning back on his chair. “For starters, you could get up from that chair instead of continuously rubbing your cute little thighs all the time, and come around the desk, in front of me.”

Heat crept up on your neck and face, causing you to feel even hotter, the overwhelming heat doing nothing to suppress the desire to be filled up in you, your pussy throbbing desperately, causing more slick to ooze out of you, seeping into your already soaked panties. You slowly got up, going around the desk, standing to his side.

Your professor turned his chair, so that you were right in front of him. “On your knees, darling.”

The sudden nickname surprised you, doing nothing to deter the slick from oozing out of you, only increasing its amount. You slowly sank down to your knees in front of him, maintaining eye contact with him for the entire time.

Your professor looked at you with a tantalizing smirk. “Take my pants off. Slowly.”

Your hands trembled slightly as they reached up, gripping his waistband. You popped open the button on it, pulling down the zipper. You slowly pulled his pants down, along with his boxers, him lifting his hips up slightly to help you out.

As soon as his pants were off, his cock sprang out, big and veiny, slapping on his stomach, smearing some precum on his shirt. His mushroom tip was an angry red, leaking a generous amount of precum. You held it in both of your hands, your tiny hands barely wrapping around his huge girth. You slowly stroked his length, putting pressure on the underside of his cock, where a large vein ran by. He threw his head back, his eyes rolling into his head, a loud groan leaving his mouth.

Encouraged by his reaction, you sped up the movement of your hands, using his precum as lube, spreading it all over his cock. He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle any further sounds, before letting out a low growl. “Stop.”

You froze, stopping immediately, letting go of his cock. His chest heaved slightly as he tried to catch his breath, his hooded eyes staring straight at you. His gaze and the way his chest heaved up and down with his mouth slightly parted caused even more slick to seep out of you, drenching your thighs.

He leaned forward, before grabbing his cock in one hand, fisting your hair in the other. He gripped your hair firmly, yanking on it slightly. He brought his cock in front of your mouth, tapping it on your lips. He smeared the precum on it, reveling in the cute little moan that slipped past your mouth at his actions. Your lips looked glossy from his precum, making him want to kiss your cute little pout. He slapped your cheek with his cock, the precum smearing across your cheek, making you look even hotter than before. “Look at me.”

You lifted your gaze towards him, and he swore he almost came right then and there. Your eyes were hooded, your precum smeared cheeks and lips making you look like a goddess. God, he could stare at you forever and never get tired, you looked that gorgeous.

He quickly took his phone out, snapping a picture of your pretty little face, before pocketing it again. He tapped his cock on your slightly parted lips. “Open.”

Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth, allowing him to slip his cock inside, groaning at how warm and wet your mouth was. Your mouth felt almost as good as a pussy, increasing his need to fuck your mouth like one. But he needed to feel you suck him off. He knew you would be good at it. All those lollipops you sucked in class definitely insinuated that you knew how to suck cock– properly at that. “Get to work, princess. Don’t keep me waiting.”

You traced the underside of his cock with your tongue, drawing out a groan from him. He pulled your hair slightly in warning, silently warning you to not tease him. You obeyed, hollowing out your cheeks, bobbing your head up and down, sucking him off– just like a lollipop.

His reaction was instant. His body lurched forward with a loud groan, fisting your hair tightly, his hips bucking up into your mouth, almost unconsciously. Your hands quickly found purchase on his thighs, your nails digging into the flesh of his thighs, your throat gagging around his length. There was a visible bulge on your throat from his cock, one that had not come to his attention yet.

With a new found determination to please him, you sucked him off harder, furiously bobbing your head up and down on him, relaxing your jaw and forcing yourself to take him even deeper.

He hissed through his teeth, his hand pushing your head down on him, trying to make you take him completely. “Fuck, princess c’mon– I know you can take more, fuck–”

You were finding it difficult to breathe, feeling light headed. With your nails digging almost painfully into his thighs, you forced yourself to take him even deeper, choked sounds emerging from your throat, the sounds bringing him closer and closer to ecstasy. He bucked his hips into your mouth, no longer holding back from fucking your face. He thrusted into your mouth at a fast pace, determined to empty his load inside your wet cavern.

You no longer tried to suck him off by yourself anymore, letting him use you as he pleased. You focused on breathing through your nose, his thick girth stretching out your mouth and throat impossibly wide. In your light headed haze, you wondered if this was really happening, was your favorite professor really face fucking you?

You had no time to wonder, not when your professor suddenly grabbed your throat, squeezing it tightly, right where it was bulging. You choked at the unexpected pressure, your throat tightening around his cock, triggering his orgasm.

With a loud, guttural groan, he spilled his load inside your mouth, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat, causing you to gag. He quickly closed your mouth. “Don’t you fucking dare spit anything out, or swallow it–”

You tried your best to do as he said, trying to stop your choking. As soon as he sensed that you weren’t gagging anymore, he smashed his lips on yours.

The kiss was messy, extremely fucking messy. His lips moved against yours sloppily, spit and drool falling past both of your lips, dripping down your chins. He shoved his tongue inside your mouth, swirling around your own, tasting his own cum, moaning at the taste. He tilted his head deeper, trying to shove his tongue inside impossibly deeper, a mixture of cum and saliva dripping past your mouths.

It was only when he physically couldn’t breathe anymore did he part from your lips, resting his forehead on yours, breathing heavily. Both of your chests were heaving up and down, trying to catch your breath, remnants of his cum in both of your mouths.

He traced your bottom lip with his thumb, before pressing down on it. Your eyes locked with his, as he pressed down harder, his middle finger pressing down on the hinge of your jaw, forcing your mouth to open. He pushed his thumb inside, pressing down on your tongue, watching the saliva gather on it as your body’s reaction. Your saliva dripped past his thumb, down onto your chin, but he still didn’t stop pressing his thumb down on your tongue.

He leaned forward, licking down the spit from your chin, before lifting his head, locking eyes with you. He took his thumb out of your mouth, before speaking. “Open.”

Like an obedient little pup, you opened your mouth, your tongue lolling out. He smirked at the sight of your blown out pupils, the expression on your face nothing short of desperate. He gathered a wad of spit in his mouth, using his tongue, before spitting it on your own. “Swallow.”

You closed your mouth, swallowing like an obedient whore, a tiny moan slipping past your lips at the taste. He bit his lip at the sound, before speaking again. “Up.”

On shaky legs, you stood up, waiting for his next instruction. “Sit on the desk.”

You went to the desk, having to jump up slightly to get on top of it. As soon as you sat on it, he got up from the chair, coming in front of you. He grabbed your jaw tightly in one hand, before smashing his lips on yours. His tongue immediately prodded at your entrance, eager to explore your wet cavern once again.

You parted your lips, your hands holding onto the edge of the desk for support. His hand pushed your thighs apart, standing in between them, tilting his head to kiss you deeper, practically devouring your lips. You let a moan slip out, which he gladly swallowed, his hand sliding on your waist, pressing you to his chest. Both of your tongues desperately engaged in a fierce battle of domination, a battle that he easily won. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, your nails practically digging into his skin, as you deepened the kiss, a small glob of spit drooling past your lips.

Both of his hands came to rest on your exposed waist, his thumbs kneading the naked skin there. They slid up, under your top, exploring your body. His actions caused even more moans to slip past your lips, sounds which he gladly swallowed. He finally broke the kiss, hurriedly sliding your top off, you raising your hands to help him out, before resuming the kiss. By now, there was spit and drool all over your chins, the kiss being extremely messy. But neither of you seemed to care.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands moved behind your back, fiddling with the hook of your bra, before deftly unhooking it. As soon as your bra was off, his hands grabbed both of your boobs, fondling them. You let out a small moan, your hands fisting the bottom of his shirt tightly.

His thumbs swirled around your nipples, which hardened under his touch, before twisting and pinching them, eliciting a whimper out of you. He broke the kiss again, only to lower his head to your hardened nipple. He swirled his tongue around it, your broken moans and whimpers sounding like music to his ears.

He sucked on it, his other hand groping and playing with your other boob. He lightly grazed your nipple with his teeth, a high pitched whimper leaving you. He pinched your other nipple, before finally letting go of both your tits, his mouth leaving it with a wet popping sound, which echoed throughout the office.

Your hands moved upwards, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, trying to pop them open, failing miserably in your haste. He chuckled at your desperation, before helping you out, taking off his shirt. Your eyes raked over his entire naked glory, before your hands went to the back of his neck, pulling him back into a kiss.

He gladly reciprocated it, his hands moving to your jeans shorts, expertly popping open the button. He quickly slid down the zipper, before sliding your shorts off, with you lifting your legs slightly to help him. He broke the kiss, his hand cupping your pussy through the thin material of your drenched panties. “So wet for me already? Pathetic.”

You let out a whine, your hips bucking into his hand, trying to gain pressure on it. He smirked, before grabbing your jaw with one hand, pushing you down on the desk, causing you to let out a sharp gasp. He dropped down to his knees in front of the desk, between your legs, before grabbing your thighs. He pulled you so that your covered core was right in front of his face, before bringing his face down to inhale your scent.

He groaned against your heat, the sound reverberating through your core, causing a shiver to run through you. Without warning, he suddenly nuzzled his face into your drenched panties, which were already sticking to your folds, almost uncomfortably so. He let out a moan, the scent of your arousal taking over his brain, causing blood to start rushing to his cock again. He pressed his nose almost impossibly deep into your drenched panties, dragging it upwards with a groan, causing choked gasps and whimpers to escape you. Your chest was heaving up and down, trying to get used to the immense pleasure that you were receiving. His nose occasionally bumped on your clit, causing you to let out mewls, which sounded like music to his ears.

He suddenly stuck his tongue out, desperate to taste you, shoving it through your panties. Your entire body jolted from the sensation, a loud ‘fuck!’ leaving your mouth. He started lapping at your cunt through your panties, small hums and moans leaving him, every time he tasted your sweet slick. The sensation of his tongue on you through your panties was starting to overwhelm you, causing you to try and close your legs, small whimpers leaving you.

He was obviously having none of that, causing him to use both hands to push your thighs apart again, his tongue desperately lapping up your slick stained panties. After a while, he started becoming impatient, his need to taste you completely being the only thought in his lust filled brain. He detached his lips from your bottom ones momentarily, bringing one hand to your soaked panties, before ripping it off.

You let out a shocked gasp as the sound of ripping cotton filled the room, the cold air of the room hitting your now bare pussy, causing you to clench around nothing. His eyes darkened at the sight, as he immediately latched his lips on your bare pussy again. He let out a groan, slurping up your slick like a starved man, his fingers bruising your thighs from how tightly he was gripping them.

His nose bumped against your clit, causing a shiver to run through your entire body, a moan slipping out of you. He immediately switched his attention to your clit, swirling his tongue around it, before sucking on it. Your reaction was immediate, a choked gasp leaving you, your back arching, pushing your pussy right into his face– not that he minded.

Your hand reached down to grab his hair, tangling in it. He let out a groan, his lips momentarily detaching from your clit, pushing his head towards your hand slightly, indicating you to pull on his hair. Understanding his signal, you pulled on his hair, causing him to let out a moan, before he dived back into your pussy. He nipped at your clit slightly, feeling a jolt go through you, your grip on his hair tightening. Your reaction caused him to bite your clit harder, causing you to almost scream. “Fuck!– sir please– please, fuck–”

He sucked on your clit again, not really sorry for his previous actions, but still trying to soothe your pain. He gave your clit one last lick, before moving back to your slit, his tongue moving in an ‘up down’ motion, collecting your slick. Once he was satisfied, he detached his lips from your slit, gathering a wad of saliva mixed with your slick in his mouth. He then spit the mixture on your slit, causing you to jolt, a choked gasp leaving you, along with a string of curses. He used his tongue to spread the mixture over your slit, his tongue jutting further inside your pussy, dragging across your gummy walls. You cried out, your hips bucking against his face. He held your hips down with both hands, eating you out like a starved man who hadn’t had a meal in a very, long time.

He once again switched his attention to your clit, sucking on it, one hand coming down to caress your slit, before landing a harsh slap on it. You jolted, crying out in pain, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. He caressed your pussy again to soothe the pain, having never once stopped sucking your clit. His middle and ring finger ran up and down your slit, collecting your slick, before sliding inside your hole without a warning. Before you could even gasp, his fingers picked up a fast pace inside you, dragging across your walls, hitting all the right spots.

His fingers were long and slender, allowing him to reach deep, in no time hitting the spongy part of your insides, causing a shiver to run through you. He smirked lightly, sucking even harder on your clit, eliciting a tiny whimper from you. He increased the pace of his fingers, curling them up every time to hit your spot, your gasps and moans echoing throughout the room.

Your slick was starting to drip down his hand, onto the floor, the more he thrusted his fingers into you. He didn’t seem to care about it in the slightest, thrusting his fingers inside you at an even faster pace. Squelching sounds emerged from where his fingers thrusted into you relentlessly, causing your body to flush even more from embarrassment, your whimpers becoming more high pitched. He did not relent, continuing his actions.

He sucked on your clit harder, alternating between flicking it with his tongue and flattening his tongue over it. Your whimpers reached a fever pitch, your grip on his hair tightening. He groaned against your pussy, a sound that reverberated throughout your core, causing you to clench around his fingers. He thrust his fingers even deeper inside her, curling them up to jab them into her g-spot, before rubbing against it. His actions elicited loud screams of pain mixed with pleasure from you, your hand pulling on his hair desperately.

He only increased his pace, his fingers rubbing at your spot at an almost animalistic pace. He nipped at your clit every once in a while, before continuing to suck on it harshly. His dizzying actions and pace triggered your orgasm, causing you to clench around his fingers tightly. Your back arched, eyes rolling back into the back of your head, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as you came around his fingers, drenching them in your essence.

He finally stopped abusing your now sensitive cunt with his fingers, pulling them out. He quickly shoved them inside his mouth, tasting you, humming at the taste. He once again attached his lips to your sensitive slit, sucking off all your cum, moaning into your pussy at the taste. He kept on drinking down your essence till your whimpers became louder, your hand gripping his hair tightly, trying your damn hardest to pull him away from your sensitive pussy.

He finally pulled away, the lower half of his face drenched in your juices, his lips shining, covered in a glossy sheen of your cum. He used the back of his hand to remove it, before standing up. By now his cock was rock hard again, standing proud and tall against his stomach, the tip an angry red, beads of precum forming on it.

He looked at your face, his eyes darkening even more at the sight of your fucked out expression, his mind clouding from the haze of lust. Your pupils were blown out, entire body flushed, covered in a sheen of sweat. Your mouth was parted open, chest heaving up and down as you tried to catch your breath. His tongue jutted out, gliding over his bottom lip, coating it in his saliva. His eyes raked all over your body, drinking in the image, trying to memorize every single detail of it. His neglected cock twitched, more precum dribbling out of the tip.

His patience finally snapped, before he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you up. He smashed his lips onto yours, with you immediately reciprocating it. His hands gripped your hips tightly, tight enough to make it bruise, tiny whimpers escaping you at the pressure. He took the chance and slipped his tongue inside your mouth, eager to explore your wet cavern. His thumbs kneaded on the flesh on your waist, trying his best to keep his urges under control. He was lost in the taste of your lips, trying desperately to stop himself from pounding into you right then and there. He was trying to give you a slight break, neglecting his own desires, to make sure you don't pass out on him.

After a while, devouring your face was simply not enough for him. His poor cock was twitching desperately, even more precum dribbling out of it. His balls were starting to turn blue, causing him physical pain. Unable to control his desires anymore, he tore his mouth off yours with a groan, before staring into your eyes, his gaze darker than ever. You stared at him with wide, desperate eyes, wanting– no, needing to be filled up. And filling you up was exactly what he was going to do.

He pulled you by your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist– his hard length pressing insistently on your slick folds, eliciting moans out of the two of you. He wrapped one hand around your waist, the other one your hips, before lifting you off the desk, carrying you towards the chair. He sat down on the chair, making you hover on top of his cock, the tip of which occasionally bumping against your clit.

You whimpered at the feeling, causing him to bite his lip to prevent his own noises from escaping. He watched your facial expressions with darkened eyes, his mind fogged up in a cloud of lust. He grabbed the base of his cock tightly, using sheer willpower to not cum right then and there– before rubbing his mushroom tip on your folds, which were already glistening from your slick. He smeared his precum all over your folds, strings of your own arousal clinging to his tip. You let out loud whimpers at the sensation, your nails digging into his shoulders, threatening to break skin.

He did not relent, dragging his cock over your slit, his tip completely buried into your folds by now. Your whimpers had reached a sky high pitch by now, your eyes screwed tightly in pleasure, controlling yourself from slamming your hips on his, to bury his cock inside your throbbing pussy– not like you could, given the tight grip he had on your waist and hips– his grip tight enough to leave bruises.

He dragged his cockhead to your clit, your breath hitching at the contact. This earned a displeased squeeze on your hips from him, wanting to hear your pretty little moans. He tapped your clit with his tip, your surprised gasp echoing in the room. Pleased by the reaction that he had elicited from you, he continued to tap your clit using his tip, your choked whines and gasps making it harder and harder for him to maintain self control.

He gave a particularly harsh slap to your clit with his tip, your slick having started to drip down his length, onto his balls. You let out a loud whine, your nails digging into his shoulders, almost drawing blood. You had enough of his relentless teasing, causing you to try and move your hips to sit down on his length. He held your hips tightly, preventing you from sitting down on his cock, before pinching your clit, earning a loud gasp from you. “Desperate little slut, can't even wait for a while to get filled up. Was me eating you out not enough? Do you need to be filled up by my cock that badly?”

You let out a loud whine, squirming in his grasp. “P-Please– I can't– I need it so bad–”

He let out an almost sinister chuckle. “Is that so? You need it? You're going to have to be patient for that darling, only good girls get what they want.”

You let out a tiny whimper, tears of frustration forming in your eyes. “P-Please–”

“‘Please’ what, princess?”

“P-Please fuck me?”

“Wrong. Try again.”

“Please, sir? Please fuck me?”

He allowed a smirk to break through. “That's a good girl.”

He gripped your hips tightly in one hand, holding the base of his cock in the other, aligning it with your entrance, before slowly starting to push you down on him. You let out a loud gasp when you started to sink down on him, his mushroom tip itself stretching you out. He certainly had more girth than all the guys you had hooked up with till date, and was longer than them too. You let out a slight whimper at how much he was stretching you out already, when not even half of his length was inside you yet. You dug your nails into his shoulders from the pain, causing him to let out a small groan at the feeling, your nails breaking skin and drawing out beads of blood. “S-Sir please– too much–”

He gripped your hips tighter, his grip sure to leave bruises. “Weren’t you just begging me to fuck you? What happened to the desperate whore from two minutes ago?”

You tried to squirm a little, his tight grip preventing you from doing so. “P-Please sir– it hurts–”

He let out an almost amused scoff, cutting you off. “‘Hurts?’ Then I should make sure it hurts a little more, shouldn’t I? I’m sure you can take it, can’t you?”

Before you could reply, he gave your hips a tight squeeze, before forcefully pushing you down on his length, ignoring your gasps and tiny whimpers of pain. You swore he filled you up to the brim, but he somehow kept pushing you down, before finally bottoming out. He let out a slight groan, feeling your pussy clench down on him almost painfully, your walls hugging him tightly, as if trying to push him out– but he wasn’t going anywhere.

He shifted on his weight slightly, adjusting his position on the chair, the movement making you gasp, him somehow having fit another non existent inch inside you. He lifted you by your hips slightly, before slamming you back down on his length, causing you to almost lurch over, had it not been for your tight grip on his shoulders. He lightly tapped your hip, encouraging you to move on your own. Had it not been for the obnoxious amount of slick oozing out of you, you probably wouldn’t even have been able to sink down on him, much less rock your hips on his.

Cautiously, you lifted your hips slightly, before sinking back down. Your slow movements allowed both of you to feel his cock dragging across your walls with ease, the feeling igniting a fire in your stomach. It caused more slick to ooze out of you, a sticky mess of your juices forming on his abdomen. Each drag of his cock against your walls caused more slick to ooze out of you, the pain from the initial stretch starting to fade into pleasure. Instead of pained whimpers, pleasured mewls started to leave you, your hips bouncing on his length faster.

He was still gripping your hips tightly, but making no effort to help you move, too concentrated on trying not to make a sound. His eyes were screwed shut in pleasure, small grunts leaving him every time your pussy clenched down on him tightly. You whimpered, rocking your hips on his harder, your slick making loud squelching sounds, filling up the room. He opened his eyes with difficulty, immediately met with the sight of your tits bouncing right in his face, causing him to groan. He leaned forward, taking your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, before sucking on it. You let out a particularly high pitched moan, encouraging him in his actions. He sucked harder, before switching his attention to your other nipple, sucking on it as well. He let go of your nipple with a ‘pop’, the sound echoing loudly in the room, amidst the sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds from where both of you were connected.

He looked down, his eyes widening slightly, his cock growing impossibly harder inside you, causing you to gasp, clenching down on him even harder. Your stomach had a bulge in it, disappearing and reappearing every time his cock slipped back inside you. He bit down on his lip, his eyes darkening at the sight. He lifted his hand from where it was on your hip, before pressing down on the bulge. You let out a loud gasp at the feeling, your eyes widening, your hips stilling for a moment, his cock buried deep inside you.

You looked down, noticing him pressing on the bulge on your stomach. Your pussy clenched around him even harder, moans and mewls spilling from your mouth, chanting his name desperately. He let go of your stomach, his hand going back to its place on your hips, allowing you to move freely again. You immediately started to move again, your hips rocking on his at an extremely fast pace. Each drag of his cock on your walls sent a jolt of pleasure through you, causing you to throw your head back, not once stopping the movement of your hips or even slowing down.

He took his hand off your hip again, this time putting it on your clit, rubbing it harshly. You let out a sharp gasp, a loud moan ripping through your throat. He kept rubbing at your clit harshly, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your vision started to get covered in dark spots, the band in your stomach tightening uncomfortably. He flicked your clit, before rubbing it at an even faster pace, thrusting his hips up into yours slightly.

Just as the band in your stomach was about to snap, he suddenly snatched his hand away from your clit, before lifting you off his length. You gasped, a loud whimper leaving you at the sudden empty feeling, your pussy clenching around nothing, the intense pleasure that had built up in your stomach now fading away. He lifted you up in his arms, taking you to the desk, before bending you over it. You gripped the edge of the desk slightly, bracing yourself. He leaned down to your ear, his hands gripping your waist tightly. “Think you deserve to cum so easily? After all the times you paid no attention in class, in spite of burning holes into me with your stares? You’re gonna have to work harder than that, doll.”

Before you could utter a word, he had already buried himself in your walls again, your pussy hugging his cock tightly. He bottomed out almost immediately, the feeling of your walls pulsing around him sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He pulled out almost completely, leaving only his tip inside, before slamming himself back inside, burying his cock to the hilt inside your pussy. You let out a loud gasp, your back arching at the feeling. He gave you no time to adjust, almost immediately starting to pound into you at an extremely dizzying pace, his mushroom tip kissing your cervix every time, almost piercing through your womb.

He slammed his length inside you over and over again, your high pitched moans and whimpers echoing throughout the room, your slick gushing out of you in obnoxiously large amounts from where the two of you were connected. Your slick was dripping down your thighs and his abdomen, creating a huge puddle of slick on the table and under it. Neither of you seemed to notice that, too engrossed in the pleasure. He slammed his hips into yours even faster, the sweaty skins slapping together echoing loudly in his ears. His balls smacked into your clit with every thrust, further stimulating you.

You gripped the edge of the desk even harder, your nails digging into the wood. His grip on your waist tightened as he picked up his pace, one hand slipping down to your clit to further stimulate you, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through you. You trembled under him, your hands shaking. He did not relent, dragging his cock across your walls even more deliberately, making you feel every ridge and vein on his cock even more precisely.

You could feel the band in your stomach tighten, your moans and whimpers growing even more high in pitch, signaling impending release. He increased the pace of his fingers, rubbing your clit even more harshly than before. Just as the coil in your stomach was starting to unravel, he pulled his pulsing cock out, covered in your juices, causing you to let out a loud whine of frustration at the loss of the orgasm.

Before you could whine about it, he turned you on your back, lifting you on top of the desk. He pushed you to make you lie down on your back, before grabbing you by the thighs, pushing them apart to stand in between them. He threw both of your legs over his shoulder, before pushing himself inside you again, your warm and wet heat welcoming him again. You whined, squirming slightly from the oversensitiveness. He held your waist tightly to stop you from squirming, before pushing his hips into yours even further. His mushroom tip slammed into your cervix, causing a loud moan to rip through your throat. He started to move again, immediately pounding into you, giving you no time to adjust. Your moans and whimpers had turned into high pitched screams of pleasure mixed with pain, your body extremely sensitive from the previous denied orgasms. He did not relent, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, the fast pace leaving you breathless.

You could feel your sanity start to slowly ebb away, leaving your mind empty, the feeling of overwhelming pleasure clouding your brain. He neatly folded your body in half, increasing his pace. His hand slipped down to your clit yet again, a high pitched scream ripping through you, feeling sensitive. He didn't seem to care, rubbing your little bundle of nerves even harsher than before.

Every slam of his hips drove his cock into your cervix, hitting the spongy part with an almost terrifying precision. The combined effort of his mushroom tip slamming into your g-spot, his fingers rubbing your hardened nub and your sensitivity caused your orgasm to approach much faster than before, the band in your stomach tightening almost painfully. Your screams increased in both volume and pitch, letting him know of your incoming orgasm. He sped up the pace of his hips, his mushroom tip slamming into your g-spot everytime.

The band in your stomach finally snapped, white hot pleasure coursing through your veins, your eyes rolling back, back arching. Your vision went almost completely black, before it all faded to normal. Feeling your pussy still hurting, your daze was broken. You looked at it and realized with widened eyes that you had squirted. His entire abdomen was covered in a white, sticky spray of your essence. He hadn't once stopped moving when you were squirming. He slammed his hips into yours at an even faster pace, chasing the pleasure. It wasn't long before your oversensitive pussy clenched around him again, causing him to slam his hips into yours, burying himself to the hilt. He shot ropes of warm cum inside you, load after load. He came so much that it started to drip past his length, the sticky mixture of your releases pooling down on the floor.

He finally pulled out, both of your bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat, chests heaving from the exertion. You tried to sit up on the desk, causing him to immediately push you down with a hand on your chest. “Not so fast princess. We have only just begun.”

perm taglist: @i2sunric @hooniebaekgu

[gyuswhore]

Grease (the tragedy)

“Careful, those marks on the floor aren’t just oil and paint.”

jeon wonwoo x reader

word count: 5.8k

warnings: smut [minors DNI], fluff, angst, mechanic!wonu, annoyances to lovers, blind date gone wrong but then gone right, kissing, clit stuff, oral (f. rec), thigh fucking (oop), this all happens at a desk LMAO, title is a what I thought was a funny spin on how people say "grease (the musical)"....has nothing to do with the musical though but lots to do with actual grease!!!

synopsis: In which you have to sit through one of the worst dates of your life, followed by the insistent tug of fate and compulsion that lead you straight back to where you'd sworn you'd never go.

[a/n]: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY WIFE CAMOTHY @highvern everyone go say happy birthday to cam or ill appear in your room at night 🔫 anygays HAVE FUN READING THIS I hope this is all the sexy wonu content you wanted, I cant wait for your reaction hehehhehe

and also bigbigbigbig thank you to jessifer @the-boy-meets-evil for proofing this for me!!! ily heh

and and to everyone reading this who is not cam, I hope you enjoy reading mechanic!wonu as much as I liked writing him heheh PLS REMEMBER TO REBLOG AND TELL ME UR THOTS it could be in the tags, replies, an ask literally anything!!!! id love to hear what you guys think!!!!

masterlist

 [You]: do you think he died on the way [Liv]: hes still not there??? [You]: what do you think????? [Liv]: let me ask Amelia [You]: dont bother [You]: he can show up whenever he wants im leaving in 5 [Liv]: you promised you’d sit thru this!! [You]: sit thru what? an empty seat across from me???

Liv doesn’t respond immediately, and you immediately know she’s buggered off to ask her cousin why your date still wasn’t here. 

It’s not like you couldn’t have asked him yourself, the sparse textbox sitting just under Liv’s contact. You open it to inspect the contents. 

[liv’s cousin’s something]: Amelia gave me your number [liv’s cousin’s something]: friday night at the sage&salt at 7  [liv’s cousin’s something]: is that okay [You]: uh hey [You]: yeah that’s fine

Today 7:20 PM

[You]: im here?

The first thread of texts were enough to make you feel like this was some cold business meeting instead of a date, knowing wherever this would lead would be either the city dump or off a cliff. Liv was hearing none of it, taking the guilt tripping route, saying she’d already committed and her cousin was irritating enough even without a scuffle.

So when Friday evening came around you’d pulled on the first dress your fingers could find, took all of ten minutes fighting with your makeup to make it look like you did something and left the house with zero expectations. 

Despite that, as you see a man walk into the establishment dressed like he’d gotten into a fight with a squid and a paper shredder, you feel the stone in your chest tank into the abyss. Zero expectations, and he’s somehow managed to strike out anyway. 

The jacket looks like he’s put it on as a weak cover for the grime stains on his shirt and trousers, a couple jet black splatters across the outfit to really pull the whole thing together. It’s not like he looked homeless or anything, his face surprisingly handsome with his hair pushed away from his forehead. Although he remains looking like he’d been playing football in some neighbourhood parking lot before remembering he had an adult appointment too. 

You’d never seen the man in your life, but your gut told you this was the shit texter who’d kept you waiting for nearly an hour. He seems to notice too, eyes locking from across the restaurant as the waitress leads him to your table. 

“Wonwoo,” you greet with a difficult smile, half sure it came out as a grimace. “Right?”

“Yeah,” he huffs as he practically slams back down on the chair, and you wonder for a moment how the legs didn’t give out. He says your name and you nod. “Sorry I’m late, I got a call in the parking lot.”

He’s been in the parking lot this entire time?!

It’s like you’ve been doused in gasoline and lit on fire, yet somehow needing to give him a shaky reply anyway. 

“O–oh, I see.”

The waitress saves you from spitting in his face when she asks if you were ready to order. 

Dinner was off the table, as you discussed with Liv who forwarded it to her cousin to her–whoever it was that set up this god awful date–and agreed on dessert and perhaps a drink. 

“I’ll have the chocolate cake,” you request in an attempt to make this somewhat better. You consider for a moment before asking for a drink as well, “And a dry gin martini, please.”

“Um,” he staggers as he barely skims the menu, ultimately flipping it closed. “I’ll have the same, I guess.”

Deep voice. You might’ve liked that if you weren’t already so peeved. 

The waitress disappears with the menus, leaving you two alone for the first time. 

“So,” you start with an exhale. “How do you know Amelia?”

“Her husband.”

“I see.”

Silence. 

“How do you know her husband?”

He sighs like this is all inconveniencing him, and it irks you to an irrespective degree. Like you wanted to be here either. 

“He brings his car to the workshop alot, became friends somewhere along the line.”

“Workshop?”

He looks a little startled, cocking his head to the side. “I’m a mechanic? Did Olivia–was it–not tell you?”

“No, she didn’t.”

It’s silent yet again as the man across from you refuses to elaborate. You curse as you ask him a follow up question. If there was anything you hated more than shouldering a dead conversation, it was sitting through an awkward silence. 

One hour. You’d sit through this for one more hour and then you’d leave. 

“What kind of cars do you work on?”

“Expensive ones,” he answers. You might’ve kicked yourself if he’d ended it at that, but he continues with a purse of his lips. “Ones that rich people abuse to an inch of the machine’s life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it. Vintage pieces too.”

“Have I heard of it?”

“The cars?”

“No, I mean,” you let out a breath. “Your workshop.”

“Jeon Motors, just a couple streets down actually.”

You did know what he was talking about, not expecting to recognise it through the empty question, passing by it on multiple occasions in this part of the city.

“Oh, I’ve seen it a few times.”

“Yeah, we’ve been there for a while.”

“Family business?”

“Uh–sort of.” 

“Okay,” you sigh in an irritated laugh. This was going to be a very difficult hour. “Keep that to yourself too.”

“Is there a problem?”

Just as you lift your eyes to lock with his, a ready yes, there is actually a problem on your tongue, there’s an intrusion. 

“Here are your chocolate cakes,” the waitress places the cakes down, and then the drinks. “And your dry gin martinis. Do you guys need anything else?” By the time the waitress is gone you’ve somewhat forced yourself to put that sudden surge of flames out, to a degree at least. 

“Okay,” he sighs, grabbing his glass and downing nearly half the contents. He emerges, wiping a bit of a spill from the corner of his mouth. “Let’s get this out of the way.”

“Hm?” He’s speaking to you with a very weird surge of intensity, and it confuses you.

“Neither of us wanna be here. You’re clearly trying to be hospitable but I’d really rather you not, especially when we’re both doing this to get our respective ticks off our hides.”

There isn’t much you can do but stare at him. 

“Have I misjudged your advances?” he asks over his glass, sharp eyes piercing. 

“No!” you yelp, reaching for your drink yourself, taking big sips only to emerge sputtering and heaving. 

Your date looks like he’s rising out of his chair when you raise a hand to stop him. 

“No,” you repeat, less jumpy this time. “I guess we could’ve cleared that out from before.”

Did he…snort?

“Sorry.” Dropping his chin to his chest, he composes himself. 

“What?” you ask, remaining annoyed as ever. 

“Nothing.”

That does it. You slam your now empty glass down on the table, slipping your fork out of the napkin a little forcefully, the metal glinting in the light of the restaurant. You dig into a corner of the cake and shove it in your mouth. 

If he was gonna be rude, you could be too. 

“I don’t know about hospitable.” You swallow. “But I assumed not being an ass was kind of an unwritten rule for any situation really. Including the ones you’d rather not be in.”

Wonwoo stares at you with a blank face, his cake untouched. “I’m being an ass. My laugh couldn’t have offended you that much.”

“So you did pick that up,” you comment. “With the way this conversation’s going I would’ve thought it flew right over your engine.”

“I’d argue your laugh was the least offensive thing you’ve done tonight.” You plunge your fork into your cake again. “But clearly we’re in different realms of etiquette.”

Your eyes meet the rough stains on his attire, and then his own that bore into yours like a challenge. The cake isn’t too sweet, rich just the right amount and texturally sound. Maybe something good did come out of this fiasco. 

“Okay fine,” he announces, sitting up straighter. “I apologise.”

“For laughing?”

“And for being obscenely late.”

“And?”

“And…” he genuinely looks like he’s struggling to figure it out, but catches your eyes flickering to his tattered and stained outfit. “And for my entirely inappropriate dressing sense. You’ll have to forgive me for that one, oil and grime are my spoils of war.”

“Wear it like a badge, mister mechanic, but perhaps somewhere it’s appreciated.” 

Wonwoo has already finished his drink, his cake remaining untouched. “You’re quite adamant on disliking me.”

“And you’re quite adamant on being a horrid conversationalist.”

The corners of his mouth lift the slightest bit. Opening his mouth to respond, you cut him off. “Cars don’t talk? Or perhaps, machines are easier to understand?”

“More like I don’t care to be personable.”

“That can’t be good for business.”

“The cars speak for themselves.”

He’s a weird one. Even more so when he offers to pay the entire bill, promising you he wasn’t lying when he said he was good at what he does, and to “make up for lost personality points.” You manage to pay your half anyway, considering the circumstances. 

“Can you at least let me drive you home?” Wonwoo asks as you both step out of the establishment soon after. 

“Depends.” You fix the strap of your bag. “Will it fall apart on the highway?”

The blaring white of the restaurant's outdoor lights backlight Wonwoo to make him look like some sad angel. He turns to you, the same slight smirk that seems to be plastered on his face. “Why don’t you find out?”

“What do you mean sell it? I got this thing a year ago!” 

There isn’t much you can do but sigh loudly as you listen to Olivia talk about the state of her car, the one that cost too much to justify but she seemed to use and abuse like a very replaceable toy truck. 

Leaning against the hood of the darn thing, you talk to her. “The dealership is giving you a shit deal to take it off your hands, you might as well try your luck.”

The look on her face is easy to read as she silences. Not convinced in the slightest, waiting for the conversation to end just so she could figure it out on her own. Sighing loudly, you look back to the dark beauty with a crate of issues that make it spit and sputter to a stop every few weeks. 

“How much did you say the repairs cost again?”

“Enough to put me on food stamps,” she whines through her frustration, tears pricking against her eyes as they glisten under the neighbourhood streetlights. “Why are you smirking like that?!”

“It’s just,” you pause as you consider your next words, pressing your lips together. “This is a little bit your fault.”

Lies, it was entirely her fault. 

Liv stares like you’ve just offended her, which you’re sure you have.

“Care to share how this possible bankruptcy could be my fault?"

“Because you drive the thing like you have a secret reserve buried somewhere in Tenerife.”

“My apologies for making a habit of not being a public nuisance and going forty on a national highway.”

“Your speed-o-metre is not the issue here.”

“Yes, of course, everything’s my fault.”

“Liv, please!” You groan loudly. “Just…let’s try putting up a listing tomorrow. Consider the prospects and you can decide from there.”

Sagging her shoulders and stretching her neck, Liv decides to simply trudge back indoors in silence. You take it as a begrudging yes, and follow her inside. 

That very night, when you were at the very cusp of falling into the dark space of sleep, your brain re-awakens before your eyes do. A jolt as the memory comes back to you of the many months ago, sitting in that restaurant across from a man who was too handsome for the personality he seemed to sire. 

“Expensive ones,” he had said. “Ones that rich people abuse to an inch of the machine’s life and wonder why the dealership gives up on it.”

How fitting. 

“Are you going to explain or should I explode instead?” 

You’d mentally prepared for the bombardment of accusations from Liv, her questioning perfectly right as you yourself cringed at the thought of showing your face here of all places. The one last one that’d officially banned her from ever setting you up with an individual of her choosing ever again. 

Hearing only silence as her answer, she appeals; “I thought he was the worst date of your life.”

“Nothing to do with his skills as a mechanic,” you mumble, refusing to make eye contact. 

“And everything to do with this being a horrible idea anyway!” Liv stares up at the sign on top of the garage. Jeon Motors. “What makes you think this guy can fix my car?”

What did make you think he could fix Liv’s car? If you’d known you might have given her an answer, but as you stare at the giant signboard that you’ve driven past for longer than you can remember, you can’t help but feel this place has been haunting you. Just a little. 

You can’t help but feel the tingle of goosebumps rise on your skin, the hairs across the expanse standing up at the thought of walking inside. There was no way you could differentiate the reaction from plain nerves or from the cringing drills that sound all the way outside the establishment. Regardless, you make an attempt to look confident as you make your strides into the pungent of the workshop. 

The first thing you note is how…clean everything is. Cleaner than any other workshop you’ve walked into anyway. 

The interior is bigger than it looks from the outside, the ginormous hall hosting about a dozen cars within your eyeshot alone. One side of the great hall holds an array of parked cars in different stages of dismantled and deconstructed, while the other side is lined with contraptions that look like stripped and enlarged elevators. 

Once you’ve inhaled a beyond recommended amount of smoke fumes and listened past all of the clanging, banging and sparks, you register the people that are elbow deep in the hoods of the vehicle they’re working on, enough to leave you and Liv standing at the entrance of an establishment that you can barely make sense of. 

“Can I help you?” A man in stained beige overalls approaches your wide eyed pair, face half covered in his baseball hat and hands occupied with a rag. 

To your slightest dismay, it isn’t the man you’re looking for.

“Uh– is Wonwoo here?” you ask. 

“He’s in a meeting right now. Are you a friend?” 

No, just a failed love interest.

“He,” you falter. If you weren’t a friend…then what were you? “He gave me his card.”

“Do you need help with your car?”

“Mine, actually,” Liv pipes. “It’s outside if you wanna take a look first.”

With one sweeping look across the warehouse, your eyes land on one of the few doors on the left. You register the plain look of it for barely a moment before joining Liv outside. 

By the time her car has been rolled and parked inside for a more thorough inspection, it’s taken you every last grain of your willpower to not stalk back out and wait in your car. For whatever reason, you can’t help but feel a very familiar spasm of irritation spark through you. Here you are, left anxiously waiting for the same man for a second time, merely feet away but remaining occupied with more important things. 

At the very least, the multiple hands prodding around the car’s engine were being somewhat of use, attempting to survey the same issues that had been looked at about a dozen times before. You silently promise to be a better person if this trip wouldn’t be for vain.  

“Am I late for something again?” 

Your throat is suddenly clogged as you open your mouth and no sound graces your presence. The face that meets you has his eyebrows raised as he stares at you in expectation, a ghost of a smile on his face. 

“W–Wonwoo, hi, um.” You clear your throat loudly, heat cursing your cheeks. “No, of course not.”

“To what do I owe the pleasure after…four months?” he asks, hands on his hips and his back straightened.

“I…my friend’s car needed to be looked at so…”

“Ah, of course!” He turns to where you’ve motioned, looking at the popped hood of the car his employees are working on. “I’ll take a look at it myself, don’t worry about it.”

He’s already walking away, towards the car and leaving you a ways away from the action. You stare at his back; the overalls tied at the waist and the stained white T-shirt that clings to his form from the humidity.

Wonwoo remains a man of a few words, and you remain at wits end about it all. 

A loud honk gives you something to do as you jump at the sound so up close, scrambling to move away from the smack centre as another car pulls into the garage. 

“Careful, those marks on the floor aren’t just oil and paint.” Wonwoo snickers from his place hunched over the hood as he cranes his neck to look at you. 

You walk over to where he is to get out of the way. “Was that meant to sound like an innuendo?”

“I was talking about the occasional running over someone’s foot,” he answers. “Not sure what you were thinking.” 

Ignoring the jab, you note that it was now only you and him crowding the car, “Where’s Olivia?”

“Went to look at spare parts.” You watch him as his gloved hands reach further into the enclave and yank at something hard. 

“So you can fix it?” 

“The car? It’ll take a couple days but it’s not really an issue.”

Furrowing your brows, you press on, “But the dealership—”

“Dealerships are the spawn of the devil,” he grunts as he finally wrenches out a spare nut or bolt or something that’s covered in oil. “Let me guess, they wanted her to sell it back to them?”

It’s your turn to raise your brows. “Yes. They tried fixing it, but it'd just stop again.”

“Because they’ve been fixing the symptoms.” He raises his eyes to meet yours, hands occupied with rubbing the part in his hands relatively clean with a rag. “They haven’t bothered to do anything about the actual problem.” 

“Because that’s gonna cost…?”

“Couple hundred, give or take,” he announces nonchalantly, turning his focus back to the engine. 

“But—” That’s it?

“Fifty extra for every question I have to answer after this.” You briefly wonder if Wonwoo’s eyes were always this piercing, boring into your soul like he didn’t need words to know what was going on with you. 

“Fine,” you huff, moving to drag a chair over, mostly just so you could have reason to break eye contact, and plop down as you watch him work. 

The more you think about it, the more you can find yourself unbothered by his strange behaviour. He wasn’t bleak, but nowhere near one of the more interesting people you’ve met. Taking the opportunity to really scan the man head to toe, you can’t say you find anything truly concrete to be this put off by him. 

Not much of a talker, but with the times you’ve prayed for a man that knew when to shut up sometimes, you wonder how much you can actually complain about this boon in particular. 

Besides, he was a looker, and you were completely content shutting your trap if it meant you got to shamelessly ogle at him from this close. 

“You know, this place looks bigger than it does from the outside.”

Wonwoo stares pointedly. 

You raise a shoulder in nonchalance, “Wasn’t a question!”

He simply huffs as he mumbles, “More length than breadth I suppose.”

“What are those things called?” you ask as you watch a sedan get lifted into the on some platform on the other end of the row. 

Glancing back, he answers, “Post lift, car lift, whatever you wanna call it.”

“What does it do?”

“Take a wild guess.”

“Touché.” 

Glancing back at him, you catch sight of his stained shirt once again. “Is that the same thing you wore to our date?”

Chin to chest, he registers what he’s wearing, hands still working on pulling bolts and boxes out of the hood. “Have about twenty of the same shirt, I can never be too sure.”

“You’re impossible.”

He smirks, “Touché.” 

You questioned if this was a mistake. 

Olivia could pick up her car herself, so why did you insist to be the one that did it? As you pay the taxi driver, you feel your ankles lock for a moment as you move to slip out of the cab. Frozen, you hear the driver ask you if everything was alright, to which your legs seem to work again, finally foot to gravel in front of the dreaded workshop.

The Jeon Motors sign blares the same as it always has in the afternoon light, glinting as it encourages you to walk in and do one of the stupider things you’ve done in life. Other than the ridiculous outfit you’ve put on, of course. 

But alas, as you hand over your slip to one of the many mechanics in the workshop, you find yourself praying he wasn’t here after all, that perhaps you could miss him as you leave and never have to see him again. 

Somebody yells out his name, and the dream drifts away like smoke. 

Finding the courage, you look up to where the man shouted for him, and immediately wish you hadn’t. 

Wonwoo remains in his overalls, the same ones that he had tied to his waist the last time you saw him. His undershirt however…

The tank top is revealing too much for you to pretend you don’t care, his hair remaining pushed back and away from his forehead as he walks over to you in what feels like slow motion. He takes the slip that he does not need, smiling at you as he says his hellos. 

“Car’s all fixed up, just need some papers that need signing and you’re all set.”

“Oh, but Liv isn’t here today.”

“That’s alright, you can sign them too,” he reassures, motioning for you to walk with him towards the car. “The car was alright in the test drives, revving hasn’t caused any problems either.”

He halts in front of the now (supposedly) fixed black sedan and pats the hood lightly, “If anything happens tell her to bring it straight here, although it shouldn’t have any more problems.”

“What’s your rate of return on customers?” you ask, a slight smirk on your face.

He thinks for a moment, “Pretty crap. But I guess that means I’m doing something right.”

You consider yourself something of a helicopter parent when it comes to your own car, but perhaps you’d change that if it meant you’d get to come here a little more often. 

Goodness, what’s gotten into you.

Wonwoo’s smiling too, and for a brief moment the silence is nearly awkward. A pause before he proposes leaving. 

“Shall we go to the office then?” 

Nodding eagerly, you trail behind him as he leads you towards the other end of the workshop, passing by even more cars in all their stripped or constructed glory. Glancing in front, you catch sight of Wonwoo’s back, ensnared for a moment before you snap your head away, reciting every curse word you know like a mantra. 

“It’s less hot in here too, keep the air on all the time.” Wonwoo stands in front of the plain doors, hands on the handle to wrench it open. You recognise it as the same door you had noted a few days ago. “Would you like anything? Coffee, tea?”

“Um, just water is fine, thanks.”

It’s quite plain, beige and leather against cream walls and unfittingly white lights. There’s a desk on one corner that’s beyond cluttered with more papers than you can register, pens and other office supplies mixed into the disorganised chaos of the large tabletop.

“Sorry about the mess, I can never find time to sort through it.” To your surprise, the light tinge of his cheeks suggest he might actually feel a little embarrassed. 

Cute. 

There’s cabinets that line on one of the far walls, and you watch him take his gloves off to open it and reach for a cup. The white porcelain emerges stained with an ashy grey as his fingers betray him. He looks flustered, glancing at his hands and back up to the cabinet. 

You can’t help but laugh a little, moving forward to help. “It’s alright, let me.”

“Sorry,” he apologised again, with a sheepish look on his face. “I’ll, um, wash this off.”

“Go on, I’m here,” you reassure as you move towards the water dispenser in the corner to fill your clean cup. 

He returns with significantly cleaner hands and apologises one last time. “Seems all I do around you is apologise.”

You have the good humour to chuckle, “So I’ve noticed.”

He does well to clear out most of the clutter that’s on his desk, leaving enough room to set down a few pieces of paper as you take a seat on the opposite side. 

As you scan through the papers, he attempts to make sober conversation. “You should…bring your car around for inspections if you want.”

“Oh? Even if I ask a million questions?”

“I can make an exception or two,” he grins. 

“And if you charge me double?”

“Might not charge you at all.”

“Might?” you question as you lift the pen he’d given you to sign the first space. 

“Might.”

“And what’re the conditions for that?” 

He doesn’t answer as he ponders and you fill in the second blank. “I’ll have to think about that.”

You snort before you can help it, your last signature coming out a little wonky as your hands shake. Turning the papers over to him, you continue, “Well then, let me know when you figure it out.”

He stares pointedly as he accepts the papers before dropping his eyes again, “Can I?”

“Hm?”

“Can I? Let you know?” 

It’s like you’ve been frozen over, the typewriter in your mind jamming as it punches out the implications of what he’s saying. 

“It seems, at least to me, that we may have gotten off on the wrong foot,” he continues. 

You hesitate. “I think so too.”

“I…I don’t want to put anything like pressure on you but–” 

“Would you like to try the new gelato place downtown this week?” you ask finally as you save him from his misery. “If…you’d like.”

He looks stunned for a moment before he’s scrambling, “Oh–of course! Yes, anytime is fine with me.”

“Great,” you smile, lifting from your seat. “It’s a date.”

“I’ll promise to wash my hands this time…and my shirt. And I won’t be late.” 

“Let’s not make promises we can’t keep,” you tease. 

You’re nearing the door as he follows behind, and just as you’re about to pull down on the handle, you hear him say your name. 

Turning around, almost too eagerly, you look up at him in expectation. He’s close, almost right behind you as he looks like he’s debating whether opening his mouth is a good idea. 

“Are you doing anything else today?” 

“Um,” you stutter for a moment. “I don’t have to drop off the car till later tonight, that’s all really.”

He swallows. “Do you wanna stay? Just a little while. We can stay in here, nobody comes in anyway.”

You aren’t entirely sure why you said yes, because you did actually have dinner plans with Liv later tonight, but the teeny tiny voice in your mind egged you on anyway. Besides, Liv wouldn’t mind, not if you were cancelling for this.

This entailed the very friendly contact of Wonwoo’s tongue in your mouth, and the extremely cordial way it seemed to caress your insides. If somebody asked you how it led to this, you don’t think you’d have an answer. Not that you care, especially when his hands are grabbing your waist and hips like that.

He’s already locked the door, reassuring you that nobody would find their boss and client in the smack dab middle of the devil’s tango. You take his word for it, relishing in the way his hot breath hits your skin below your ears, his mouth sucking under your earlobes as you whimper ever so quietly. 

Your hands are on his exposed biceps, feeling him up all to your heart's content. “Do you–Do you always wear stuff like this?”

He emerges, wet lipped and eyes trained. “So I wasn’t imagining it.”

“Imagining what?” you ask as you let him unbuckle your trousers.

“Please. Like you weren’t stripping me with your eyes.”

If you were warm before you, you're boiling up now. Were you being so obvious?

“It’s alright,” he reassures as you feel his fingers make contact with the crotch of your panties, pushing in to put pressure on your clit. “Wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t picked up on it.”

You feel his fingers push the dampening fabric away as his fingers make contact with your hole, coating his fingers in the arousal that’s made itself known. It’s hard to not hiss at the way he begins to circle it, thanking the universe that the loud noises of the workshop outside were masking whatever evidence of the heinous crime you were committing inside. 

Back against the couch in his office, you settle into the cushions once you feel him rub at your clit, one hand spreading your lips apart as he continues to massage your own wetness onto your throbbing cunt. 

When he retreats you almost cry out, but are smothered when he plunges two fingers into your hole instead, curling them almost immediately inside you. The consistent brush of the tips of his fingers on your walls are making it difficult to keep your eyes open, and absolutely impossible to keep your moans at bay. 

“Wonwoo, that’s so good, fuck.”

Through your closed eyes, you don’t note when Wonwoo gets on his knees. But you do feel him yank your trousers off entirely, and you definitely feel him place his wet mouth flush on your lower lips, sucking at your clit as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you mercilessly. 

That’s all it takes for your noises to become increasingly high pitched, hands buried in his beautiful hair as he continues to pleasure you beyond imagination. 

“I’m so close, keep going, please, it feels so–”

He somehow buries his face in deeper, sucking harder, licking faster, and it’s enough for you to finally feel yourself collapsing on the inside, your composure dissolving as you moan so loud you’re sure they can hear it outside, even through all the clanging and revs of cars. 

There’s no way for you to know how long you lay there slumped against the couch cushions, but when you hear Wonwoo speak to you in your ear, you answer. 

“Was that okay?”

“More than okay,” you say as you grab his face and pull his lips to yours, tasting the tang in his mouth from your arousal. “Do you have a condom?”

“I–fuck,” he thinks for a moment. “I don’t think I do.”

You try not to feel too disappointed, but you sigh into his mouth anyway. 

“Can I fuck your thighs?” you hear him ask, and you might have just orgasmed again, untouched. 

“Fuck, yes you can.” 

With a yelp, you feel yourself lifted off the couch as you wrap your arms around Wonwoo’s neck, letting him guide you to his desk. “Wonwoo!”

You hear a loud crash of the desk being stripped of all its inhabitants, and your back hitting the cool of the table top. 

Wonwoo unties the arms of his overalls around his waist, letting the legs pool to the floor before slipping his hard cock out of his boxers. 

You don’t see it as you feel him lock your knees together and lift both your calves to rest on one of his shoulders. But you do feel it as he pushes the head into the seam of your thighs, watching the indent as the pink of his dick appears before you through the skin of your thighs. 

Wonwoo’s face is contorted as he pulls back and pushes back through again, this time brushing against your still sensitive clit. You gasp at contact, and immediately feel him thrusting faster. 

“Wonwoo,” you grunt. “Lower.”

He obliges, pushing his dick lower so it can rub flush against your clit as he begins to roughen up his pace. 

You moan as you feel his free hand that isn’t holding your legs trail to the ends of your shirt, caressing over your stomach to pull it up and reveal your bra clad tits. He pushes his hands under the nearest cup and begins to grope you so wonderfully with his big, warm hands. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you can only grasp onto his wrists as a handheld to keep you down on earth. 

The desk beneath you is rattling with noise, the full drawers making themselves known as Wonwoo pounds into your thighs like he would die if he stopped, mouth coming in contact with whatever skin of your legs he could reach, his breath fanning the side of your knees. 

You’re close again, and you know he is too with the way his thrusts are beginning to grow sloppy. 

“There,” he pants. “Almost.”

You orgasm for the second time, the throb your clit beyond comprehension as the rough of his dick slides across your clit mercilessly. 

“Cum like this, Wonwoo please I need to see you cum.”

And he does, shooting the heft of his load to cover your already wet cunt and thighs, landing on your stomach as he continues to ride out his high between your legs. 

The back of your head hits the table as you take in gulps of air through the aftermath of it all. Wonwoo is putting his weight on the back of your thighs, holding onto the table for support. 

“Oh, Liv is never gonna let me live this down,” you pant, lolling your head to one side as you register him. 

He peers up at you through his hair, the stupid smirk on his face, “Do you care?”

You’re smiling a little too when you answer, “Not really.”

And then your legs are off his shoulders as he nestles between them instead, diving in to lift your head and kiss you. 

And you let him, although you wouldn’t really call it too much of a kiss—not when the both of you were smiling like idiots through the clash.