#we now can’t have sub folders

[clingylilhoneybee]

Did not expect something so small to be my breaking point but holy fuck I need out of this job

[jjunieworld]

sex for dummies! 𓄹 📈 ₊˚ ␥

pairing: park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre: academic rival au, rivals to lovers, smut, some angst, university au, academic rival!sunghoon, glasses!sunghoon, kinda tsundere!sunghoon, some fluff if you squint, mentions of debates

synopsis: your life seemed to be going perfectly as student body president and smartest person in your university… until your grades started to slip. it got worse when you have to be tutored by the student body vice president, park sunghoon, your rival and the person you hate the most. it then somehow got even worse when he ends up being your partner for your debate team’s competition.

warnings: mean dom!sunghoon, bratty sub!reader, brat & brat tamer dynamics, unprotected sex (gasp, no!!), creampie, multiple orgasms, petnames (baby, good girl, slut), a lot of overstimulation (f. rec), slight fingering, hate sex, rough sex(?), dirty talk, exhibition(?), a lot of degradation/humiliation (f. rec), some possessiveness, some marking, they’re arguing all the time (like all the time), manhandling, some hair pulling (f. rec), super sweet aftercare …. jesus this is so filthy LMAOO

word count: 14k┊masterlist

a/n: plotting this was a wild ride but actually writing it… that was a whole journey… i didn’t mean for it to be this nasty but i dunno what can you do ¯\(◡‿◡✿) /¯ hdjsbfjdnd!/;)! and i’m gonna be real with you all… idk shit about debates i had to google everything lmaooo i hope you enjoy! ♡

“i certainly didn’t expect this from you, y/n,” your teacher said, a look of deep disappointment on her face. “you’re the top in all your classes, in the whole school, why are you letting your grades slip like this? is there something going on?” she put a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyebrows furrowing as she looked between you and your latest test scores.

it’s not that they have dropped dramatically—like from an A+ to a sudden D average—but they have been slowly going down more and more. your once perfect scores now barely making it past a ninety percent. you didn’t even know why your scores were falling. you haven’t felt particularly stressed and there wasn’t anything going on in your personal time. maybe it was because exams were nearing closer and closer? but you’ve always aced them, so that couldn’t be why. maybe you’ve been distracted? you felt like you’ve been distracted.

you gave your teacher, mrs. yoo—who was also your debate coach, a shake of your head, “no, ma’am, there’s nothing like that. i’m not sure why they’re slipping, but i’ll work harder from here on out!” she nodded, putting the papers back into the manila folder they were in. “good, we can’t have our student body president falling behind, especially with our debate competition right around the corner and the upcoming exams! i took it upon myself to ask one of the debate team members to help tutor you.”

it was your turn for your brows to furrow, “but, ma’am, i don’t need tutorin—“ mrs. yoo cut you off with a deep nod and a raised hand, “i know, i know. let’s not call it tutoring… let’s call it… helping. assistancing.” as she spoke there was a knock at her classroom door and the sound of it opening. “oh! here he is!” mrs. yoo added. you had to hide the anger that wanted to make itself known at the person who walked into the classroom. with a smile and hidden smugness in his walk, park sunghoon stepped into the classroom and to you and mrs. yoo.

you didn’t miss the way his stare mocked you, the slight upturn in the corner of his mouth. mrs. yoo gave sunghoon a warm smile, “y/n, i’m sure you know sunghoon, the student body vice president!” it took everything in you to twist the corners of your mouth into a polite smile. “of course, i know him well!” you said as you turned to him. oh, you knew him well alright. knew how good and well you hated every inch of him. knew well how infuriating he was, especially since he noticed your grades slipping. knew well every snide remark he would make about how he was ahead of you, smarter than you, better than you.

sunghoon pushed the frames of his glasses up his nose bridge, his smile widening at you. you could read his expression, how the mighty fall. you were sure him “tutoring” you until your grades got to how they were before would fuel him for lifetimes to come.

sunghoon nodded at you, his attention turning back to mrs. yoo, but the smugness in his smile never leaving. “he’ll be assisting you until you’re back on your feet. the meetups will be on your time, so discuss that amongst yourselves. i’ll be checking up on the two of you here and there for updates on how the process is going,” mrs. yoo said, giving the two of you one final look. “oh! and before i forget—the two of you are teammates for the debate competition. your president should be holding a meeting about it all, so the two of you can work on that as well!” mrs. yoo added, giving the both of you a bright smile.

just when you thought things couldn’t get worse today, you now have to be his teammate? your blood boiled inside and you so badly wanted to wipe the smug grin off of sunghoon’s face. giving your teacher a forced smile and a nod, you turned to leave the room with sunghoon hot on your trail.

“didn’t you say that you were the smartest here?” sunghoon asked you, coming around you to face you and making you stop in your tracks in the middle of the hallway. the polite facade had dropped and smugness reeked from him. he crossed his arms over his chest, cooing sarcastically, “is the student body president falling down a couple notches? do i have to step in for you?” you scoffed and rolled your eyes as you pushed past him, “i don’t need help, especially not from the likes of you.”

sunghoon fell smoothly into step beside you and you cursed him in your head for his long legs. “seems like you do if i’m being begged to help you,” sunghoon remarked. he moved in front of you again, leaning against the archway before the exit of the building to block your path. “just try not to drag me down with you. i don’t need my scores being effected by fucking idiots, and i don’t need to waste my time tutoring them either. meet me in the library tomorrow after the debate meeting so i can get this over with.” sunghoon swiftly turned and exited, leaving you fuming in the archway still.

slamming the exit door open, you furiously scanned your surroundings to see that sunghoon was already gone. groaning loudly, you stormed off to where your car was. you hated him. hated all of his stupid little remarks and snide comments. hated all his taunting in and out of classes. you hated how he thought he was better than you when everything stated that you were better than him. sure, your grades may be a bit on the lower side right now, but you were still the smartest in your university. still student body president—even if the title didn’t really mean much in regards to power, you still fucking had it, while he was vice president.

and now you had to be his debate partner. now the two of you have to spend even more time together than you want to, writing your speeches around the other’s and making sure nothing coincides. it felt like your life was beginning to slip through your fingers. what was happening?

your foot tapped in an annoyed rhythm as you checked the time on your phone again. sunghoon was late. you didn’t know how—you both left the meeting at the same time. at the sound of approaching footsteps, you looked up, a sneer on your face. “what the fuck took you so long? you’re wasting my time,” you spoke at sunghoon’s approaching figure.

sunghoon gave you a lame grin, “i was reserving a study room... and we both know you have nowhere else to be.” he made his way past you, not even stopping his stride, and you followed behind him. he looked back for a moment and added, “except for below the ranks.” you scoffed at him as he turned into the study room.

“the only one who will be falling in the ranks is you after these exams,” you shot back, throwing your stuff onto the table and sitting down in one of the seats heavily. sunghoon raised his eyebrows, pressing his his lips into a tight-lipped smile, “tell me that when i’m not the one tutoring you right now.” you huffed in annoyance as you got your books from your bag.

the triumphant smirk didn’t leave his face the entire time he walked you through all the portions of the subjects you were falling behind in—which you barely needed his help with since you knew them so well already. “so now do you understand why they can’t intersect?” sunghoon asked slowly, staring at you behind wide wire frames with slightly wide eyes. he spoke to you as if speaking to a child who didn’t know that the sky was blue.

“im not fucking stupid, the concept is easy,” you spat, leg shaking underneath the table that you leaned onto, your head resting on your hand in annoyance. sunghoon shrugged a little, “apparently not!” with a roll of your eyes, you closed your textbook with a little hostility. flipping your notebook back to the front and sliding the books back into your bag, you said, “that’s enough for today.”

sunghoon snickered and cooed, “is the dummy too fried? i can dumb it down more for you!” you stopped your motions to give him a sharp glare. “same time tomorrow, asshole,” you stated as you swung your bag over your shoulder. sunghoon leaned back in the chair across from you, his arms crossing against his chest and exposing his bare arms from his rolled up sleeves. he shook his head, “no. busy.”

you exhaled deeply at the simplified sentence. “i don’t care,” you replied as you turned towards the door. “cancel,” you added, and walked out. out the corner of your eye, you could see the smile on sunghoon’s face.

for the rest of the week, you met up with sunghoon for your “tutoring” sessions. they were always in the same study room in the back of the library that was less occupied, “i don’t need anyone seeing me with someone like you,” sunghoon had said.

sunghoon slapped a packet onto the table in front of your seat as you took your bag and coat off. except for your first session, he was always here before you.

you looked at him with a raised brow, “what is that?” sunghoon tilted his head to the side and squinted his eyes slightly, “me giving you the pleasure of a mock-up exam. made just for you, aren't i so sweet?” a large smile that showed his teeth appeared at the end of his sentence. scoffing as you took the seat across from him, you slide the packet over to you and flipped through it.

“complete it, and i’ll grade you. you may begin,” sunghoon said and pulled out his phone as he got comfortable in his seat. “grade me?” you laughed incredulously. who did he think he was? “that’s what i said,” he replied, not bothering to look up from his phone. “you’re not my teacher!” you exclaimed and just as quickly sunghoon replied, “i am right now.”

sighing scornfully, you flicked the page of the packet over, the loud sound making sunghoon raise an eyebrow but not his eyes. you rolled your eyes and threw the packet back on the table as you got out a pen. “this is ridiculous,” you muttered as you looked over the first question. “i know trying to sweet talk the teacher usually works in movies, but that’s not going to work here,” sunghoon spoke as he glanced up from his phone at your constant complaints.

“i didn't waste my time making the mock-up for you not to complete it,” he added. your jaw hung open and you clenched your hands into fists. “you wish i wanted to fuck you for extra credit right now,” you shot at him with a raise of your eyebrow. sunghoon just gave you a pity laugh as he turned his attention back to his phone, “you wish you could fuck me. sorry, babe, i’m too high up for you to touch.”

the next session he slapped the graded mock-up onto the table as you walked in. instead of sitting in his usual seat, he was sitting against the table on the side nearest to the door. “you’re wasting my time. why do you still show up if you’re not improving?” sunghoon said as he rose to his feet, annoyed. you took the packet and looked at the grade he gave you and turned to him in confusion. “what are you talking about? this is an A+!” he narrowed his eyes slightly at you, “and it’s not good enough, did you hear what i said? you claim you're so much smarter than me, yet your score isn’t even touching mine.

you scoffed as you threw the mock-up exam on the table next to you. “let’s see your score then!” you replied, raising your arms in the air and letting them fall to slap against your thighs heavily. “what did i tell you yesterday about the movies? we have a test coming up and i bet you’ll fail. are you seriously this dumb?” sunghoon said, shaking his head with furrowed brows.

he couldn’t be serious right now. you sarcastically nodded, turning away. “yeah… why don’t you unzip your pants and i can suck you off for a higher score?” you asked, turning back to him with a tilt of your head and your eyebrows raised. sunghoon laughed wryly, “you wouldn’t even be able to handle it… you can’t even handle the simple questions i give you. what makes you think you could handle my dick down your throat?”

“well, pull it out and we can see for ourselves!” you said loudly as you crossed your arms. the two of you breathed heavily, anger coming off of you in waves as the tension in the room grew thicker and thicker. a long moment of silence spanned between the both of you as you glared at each other, daring the other to stand down.

sunghoon shook his head to himself ever so slightly before taking one long stride and closing the distance between the two of you. he pushed you up against the wall behind you and his lips were suddenly on yours. your mouth opened in a slight groan and he slid his tongue inside your mouth as your arms raised to wrap around his neck to pull him closer. sunghoon’s hands fell to your hips and he pressed you tighter against the wall.

your tongues battled each other for dominance as you kissed each other desperately. your fingers tugged the ends of his hair and the motion caused him to let out a low moan. sunghoon gripped the jacket you wore at your hips and you could feel the growing bulge against his pants, the kiss turning sloppy.

a small whimper escaped your lips and that broke you out of your fog and made you realize just whose lips are on yours. you push sunghoon off of you, causing him to stumble backwards a little, as you take heavy breaths against the wall. sunghoon’s hands are clenched into tight, white knuckled fists near his sides and his glasses had fell down his nose. his chest rises and falls heavily with his labored breathing. the two of you stare at each other with wide eyes, slight shock and horror flowing through the both of you and—now sexual—tension suffocating you.

you licked your now plumped lips and sunghoon’s eyes followed the motion. silently, you grabbed your bag and walked out the door of the study room. you walked through the library as quickly as you could, not wanting to spend another moment in the same place as him after what had just occurred. not wanting to look at him and kiss him again.

to say your next couple session were awkward and tense would be an understatement. you had thought about not even showing up, but you didn’t want mrs. yoo to be on your case. you and sunghoon had barely spoken to each other at all, not even your usual remarks here and there. either he would give you another mock-up test and you would fill it out and he would grade it the next session, or the two of you would be on opposite sides of the table with your laptops opened, working on your speeches. the most communication the two of you had was when one of you would spin your laptop around with a raised eyebrow to make sure you were both on the same page with your speeches.

you couldn’t stop thinking about his lips on yours, the need in the way he kissed you. why did he do that? and why would you kiss him back? clearly, you weren’t in your right mind. you would leave your sessions early, the tension in the air so thick you just had to get out of the small study room.

“i hope everything is going well?” mrs. yoo asked the both of you after class. you glanced over to sunghoon who stood next to you near your teacher’s desk. a big smile was suddenly plastered across his face, “everything’s going great! y/n is really improving!” you had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. mrs. yoo’s face lit up, clearly charmed by the resident golden boy of your university, “that’s wonderful! i’m curious to see how you’ll score on tomorrow’s test!” mrs. yoo turned to you, a warm and encouraging smile on her face. “i’m curious too!” you exclaimed as you smiled back.

you and sunghoon walked to the library study room in silence. it was starting to wear at your mind and you couldn’t take it anymore. “i thought you said i was gonna fail?” you asked, turning to sunghoon with raised eyebrows. his hands were buried deep in his pant pockets as he turned to you, “you are.” rolling your eyes as you opened the study room door, you sat your stuff down while taking your jacket off and turned your attention back to him. “so then why didn’t you say that to mrs. yoo? trying to protect my feelings?” you cooed as you mockingly put a hand to your heart.

it was sunghoon’s turn to roll his eyes, “somehow your score keeps dropping. do you have worms for brains or are you not taking this seriously?” he shut the door and sat his bag on the empty chair next to the one he usually sits in. you walked up to him and trailed a finger down his chest. “oh, i’m taking this very seriously,” you replied overly flirtatious, not being able to help the slight laugh that escaped your lips at the end.

sunghoon pushed your finger off of him. “if you’re not gonna take my grading seriously then you can tell mrs. yoo why you’re gonna fail her class and be dropped to the lower ranks. you can also tell her how you’ll lose your title as president and how it’ll go to me.” he said with his signature smug smirk. you just laughed more, it was so easy to get him annoyed.

you leaned on the table towards his standing figure, giving him your best bedroom eyes, “you can grade me in something else, mr. president…” sunghoon gave you an incredulous look and was quiet. it was hard to stifle your laugh at his reaction. sunghoon sighed deeply, squeezing the area between his eyes and he shut them tightly. “fine…” he muttered and it was so low that you barely heard him. you leaned towards him further with a smile, “what was that?”

what you didn’t expect was to be pushed up against the wall again, sunghoon’s lips on yours hungrily. “i’ll grade you on how well you please me,” he said against your lips as he pinned your arms above your head. you caught your breath and replied, “i bet i’ll get an A+!” your blouse was then being pulled over your head, leaving you in your bra. your eyes caught the large square window that looked into the room and you were suddenly glad that nobody really came back here.

sunghoon’s lips were back on yours and you jolted at the cold touch of his fingers at the hem of your panties under the skirt you were wearing. “take these off,” he demanded breathlessly, pulling them down a little. your fingers overtook his and you did what you were told as sunghoon pulled his shirt off and started to unbuckle his belt. shivering from the cold air of the room, you pulled sunghoon back towards you for a kiss as your hands worked at the buttons of his pants once his belt was off.

you were dripping with need as he pushed your hands away and broke your kiss so he could take his pants and boxers off. your eyes fell down to his large cock with wide eyes. “like what you see?” sunghoon smirked as he grabbed your arm and moved you to the table.

he instructed you to take your bra off as he harshly pulled down your skirt. never in a million years would you think that you would ever be completely bare in front of park sunghoon and he would be completely bare in front of you. never in a million years would you think that he would be pushing you up onto the edge of the table, his hard cock brushing against your clit, as he spread your legs so your wet pussy was on full display for him.

sunghoon trailed the wetness with his thumb, causing you to jolt. he chuckled a little giving you a mocking sad face, “i barely even touched you… i thought you could handle it?” you glared at him and shut your legs, shifting them to the side. “says the one who was so desperate to get me naked,” you scoffed. “i could say the same about you,” sunghoon replied as he gripped one of your knees to open your legs again.

when you opened your mouth to retort, he pressed his lips to yours in an open mouthed kiss to shut you up. “you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” sunghoon asked against them and chased your lips when you tried to pull away. all you could do was nod in slight annoyance. you gasped when his fingers entered you and he started to pump them in and out. “then shut up and take my cock like one.”

sunghoon removed his fingers after a couple moments and spread your wetness over your clit. your back arched as a moan escaped you lips. smiling, sunghoon pulled away and lined his cock with your entrance. you gripped onto his biceps as he slowly started to push himself inside you, his hair falling over his glasses as he looked down.

“i hate you,” you finally spat back at him. he glanced up after bottoming out, letting out a heavy breath. you glared sharply at him. it was the only thing you could think to do to distract yourself from how full of him you felt, to stop yourself from grinding your hips towards his. sunghoon rested his hands on your knees, squeezing them slightly. he cocked his head to the side and teasingly asked, “do you? the way you’re clenching around me right now says otherwise.”

without warning, sunghoon started rolling his hips at a fast pace. your nails dug into his biceps as your brows knitted together from the pleasure. “fuck…” sunghoon muttered as he closed his eyes and threw his head back with an open mouth. “you don’t fucking know what you do to me. i imagined doing this every time you opened up that stupid little mouth of yours.”

you whined at his relentless pace, and had to sit back on your hands with a heavy breath. “like—like you ever could…” you moaned out. you were well aware that he was doing just that right now, but you didn’t care. you just wanted a reaction out of him. sunghoon looked down at you with a stupid grin, his hand moved from your knee to rub circles onto your clit with his thumb, “baby, what do you think i’m doing right now? i know you aren’t this dumb…”

you took your lip between your teeth to stop the moan that wanted to desperately come out of you. “t-this is nothing… this is me doing you a favor,” you whimpered, squirming at his fast circles. sunghoon laughed arrogantly, the loud sounds of his skin slapping against yours filling the room, “a favor? please. you were so eager for my cock like the little slut that you are that it was all you talked about since we started these fucking sessions.”

your body twitched as the knot in your stomach got tighter. sunghoon put the hand that wasn’t circling your clit behind your head to pull you to him, looking at you with blown out wide eyes and an intensely strange type of hunger. pulling your head back by your hair, his lips crashed onto yours sloppily. moaning against his lips loudly, you felt your walls clench around his hard cock tighter.

sunghoon let out a low grunt, pulling away from you and squeezing his eyes shut. it was a miracle nobody had come back to the study room yet. he was fucking you so hard that the table shook with every thrust and the chairs rattled. the sound of your moans and skin slapping together along with the wet sounds from his cock inside you should raise some warning bells. if you were in your right state of mind right now you wouldn’t be doing this at all.

your legs started to tremble and your whimpers got louder. you tried to push sunghoon’s hand away from your clit but all he did was swat away your attempt. “no. you get what you ask for, my stupid little slut. this pussy is mine until i’m finished with it,” sunghoon said lowly and kissed you, thrusting faster. you moaned against his lips and tried to still your heavy breathing, but to no use.

sunghoon pulled away, his teeth biting your lip briefly, when you tried to squeeze your legs together. “what did i just fucking tell you?” he spat as he harshly pushed your legs apart again.

you barely even heard his words, too busy with the sweet relief of his hands off your throbbing and sensitive clit. the way his thrusts slowed. “t-too much…” you trailed, crying out when his pace picked up again. his hand was back at your clit again, fast circles sending you over the edge as your back arched more and you gripped his shoulders for support. you buried your face into his bare neck as loud whimpers flew out of you.

“shh…” sunghoon shushed lowly in your ear. for a second, you thought he was gonna be sweet until he harshly added, “keep quiet before someone hears us and we both get in trouble. don’t wanna ruin that good girl image you have now, do you?” you cut off another whimper with the bite of your lip. you were sure to draw blood with how hard your teeth were biting down.

“that’s my good girl,” sunghoon soothed, pulling your head back. he pressed a sweet kiss to your lips as he looked down at you through the frames of his glasses. you avoided his eyes, shutting yours tightly altogether with knitted brows as the band finally snapped and you came around him, your body twitching. you could just hear the smug smirk in his voice when sunghoon suddenly said, “i’ll stop when you beg me to.”

your eyes flew open and your grip on his shoulders tightened. how was he not a mess from all of this like you were? how could he still ram his cock in and out of you, fingers rubbing fast against your clit, with your mixed release and arousal making everything so slick without a single tremor in his voice? you stared at him with the most furious look you could muster, “n-never.” sunghoon’s smirk widened. “you’ll be too stupid on my cock that you won’t even think twice,” he replied.

sunghoon pulled out of you, letting out the first moan you’ve heard from him as you pulsated around him. “fuck…” he breathed as he watched your cum drip out of you. your head fell back as you breathed deeply through your nose, legs still shaking. sunghoon grabbed your arms and pulled you off the table. you wobbled tremendously as your feet hit the floor and you had to hold onto sunghoon for support. he spun you and pushed you down hard on the table, sticking his cock back inside you.

he held your shaking hips steady with firm hands as he pounded into you from behind. sunghoon must’ve been close, because he was letting his moans out more freely. “fuck, y/n… your pussy feels so good around my cock,” he whimpered. the overstimulation had your fists clenching and whines leaving your lips. “f-fuck you, s-sunghoon,” you murmured and looked back at him. with another moan, you came around his length again.

with a stuttered laugh, sunghoon lifted you up against his chest and your head fell back to rest against him. his arm wrapped around your breasts and your lower stomach, holding you tight to him as his cock thrusted deeper into you. your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. sunghoon pecked the side of your mouth, “you are, baby.”

his lips fell down to your neck and he began sucking marks onto it, making you shiver. “when i’m done, everyone will know who you belong to,” sunghoon whispered lowly in your ear. he groaned and buried his head into your neck as he came undone inside of you. you whimpered at the feeling of being so full, sunghoon’s low whines in your ear, and the fact that he just didn’t stop. even after he came.

you felt the cum dripping down your thighs and for once in your entire life, you were grateful for sunghoon. if he wasn’t holding you so tightly to him you would’ve fell over. “s-sunghoon…” you whined just before he brought his lips to yours. he hummed against your lips, a smile spreading. you didn’t want to beg, you refused to beg, but the pornographic sounds emitting from your two bodies and the waves of pleasure flowing through your body were making you extremely hazy.

“sunghoon…” you whined again against his lips. he kissed you slowly, which was a contrast to how fast he was fucking into you right now. “i already told you what to do,” he replied before going back to kissing you. you shook your head, you didn’t want to. whimpering as you came once again, you whispered “p-please…” against his lips.

pulling away and chuckling lowly, sunghoon said, “please what, baby?” you scrunched your face up. you just couldn’t believe that he was making you beg and you just couldn’t believe you were actually about to do it. “please… it’s t-too much. p-please stop!” you begged him. placing another slow kiss against your lips, which he made sure to drag out with a smirk, he leaned you against the table to pull out.

your legs trembled and your walls clenched around nothing at the sudden feeling of emptiness. you fell onto the table for support as your chest rose and fell hard. vaguely, you could hear sunghoon moving around behind you, but you could barely keep your eyes open right now.

you felt gentle hands pulling you up and turning you around. “lay back on the table,” sunghoon said softly, tissues in hand. you didn’t have it in you to argue so you did what you were told. you felt him wiping between your legs and squirmed and jolted at his touch with how sensitive you were. at least the coldness of the table helped provide you comfort against your burning skin.

sunghoon grabbed your waist and helped you sit up. at some point he had grabbed your blouse, which he was now putting above your head after helping you with your bra. there was silence in the air as he got you off the table to put the rest of your clothes on, but it wasn’t a heavy silence, it was actually a comfortable one.

once you were all dressed and sitting in a chair with your coat on, he put the rest of his clothes back on too since he was only in his boxers. he outstretched his arm once he was done for you to take and you stood up with wobbly knees to grab it. “why are you being so nice to me?” you asked him quietly, more genuinely curious than suspicious. he swung your bag over his other shoulder, “i just overstimulated the shit out of you, it’s the least i could do.”

after making sure the two of you had everything, he then added, “or call it post nut clarity… i don’t really care.” you rolled your eyes at him as he led you through the library. both of your names were suddenly called and you heard approaching footsteps. turning in unison, a confused look on your face, you saw as your debate team president ran up to you.

she looked over the two of you, your intertwined arms, your closeness, and the fact that sunghoon was carrying your things with a shocked smile. “oh! you two have gotten close!” she remarked. you gave her a polite smile, your nose scrunching slightly to speak but sunghoon beat you to it, “she was having a hard time and i was around, so i’m just helping her out!”

you so badly wanted to glare at him for the double meaning of his words but didn’t want to give away what had just happened in one of the study rooms. “oh no, what happened?” your debate president asked, her brows drawing together with worry. “she’s overstimulated,” sunghoon smiled and your eyes widened as you glanced at him. “it’s been a long day…” you quickly added, cheeks heating up as you ignored the smile on sunghoon’s face. “you know, all the fluorescent lights and everything…” your president nodded, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder as she wished the both of you well.

once you were out of the library, you harshly nudged sunghoon, which didn’t really do much but make you stumble. “you fucking asshole! why would you say that!” you whisper-yelled, looking around you to make sure none of the students passing by heard. sunghoon beamed, laughing loudly, “it’s not my fault you thought of it that way!”

throughout the test, you kept looking across the room at sunghoon. you wanted to walk over and laugh in his face. this test was absolutely easy, even easier than before. you were going to pass this test with flying colors and score above whatever sunghoon gets. you were giddy with excitement to brag in his face.

at the end when all the tests were collected, you looked over at sunghoon again only to find him already looking at you. his head was resting in his hand and he looked slightly spaced out, but when your gaze met his he straightened and cocked his head to the side while raising an eyebrow. “A+, asshole!” you mouthed with a wide smug smile. sunghoon shook his head with the ghost of a smirk and mouthed, “you wish.”

“when did the two of you start dating?” you heard your debate team president say as she came up to you, leaning next to where you sat. you turned to her with a confused upraised brow. “what are you talking about? we aren’t dating,” you gave a shocked laugh. is she serious? you dating sunghoon of all people? please. you had standards. letting him fuck you was more than enough.

your president looked at you with complete surprise, “you aren’t? oh…” you laughed again as you packed up your things. “you two would make a cute couple!” she smiled. you rapidly shook your head and scrunched your face up at her comment, hanging your bag off your shoulder, “he wishes.” your president laughed, giving you a look, as she turned to leave.

you started to walk after her but felt a hand grab your wrist and pull you back, keeping you in the empty classroom. turning with your eyebrows raised, you gave sunghoon an annoyed expectant look. “how was the test, dumbass? too hard for you?” he pouted and you scoffed at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “it’s gonna be so good to watch your face fall when you see i’ve gotten a better score than you!” you exclaimed and then moved to walk out of the class.

sunghoon followed behind you, “oh, please! i already told you your scores aren’t even touching mine in the slightest. keep dreaming.” you pushed the door open to the building and the afternoon breeze brushed against you. walking towards the direction of the library, you said, “yet i can guarantee you i passed that test with flying colors!” sunghoon just scoffed and the two of you walked the short distance to the library in silence.

when you pushed open the study room, you sat your stuff down and got your laptop out to finish working on your debate speech. the competition was in a couple days and you still had half of your speech to write and make sure was absolutely perfect. “so, what is my grade? A+? i bet it is,” you asked, looking up at him from your seated position as he pulled his laptop out across from you. sunghoon furrowed his eyebrows at you, pushing his hair out of the frames of his glasses. “yesterday…? and you say i’m the idiot,” you added, muttering the last part.

sunghoon mockingly thought for a second before swiftly replying, “i’d give you a D-.” you scoffed, “a D-? you’re such a liar.” he shrugged, clicking some keys on his laptop in front of him. “you sucked, but it was what i expected from someone of the likes of you,” sunghoon replied.

“you weren’t saying that when you were moaning over how good my pussy felt,” you smirked at him with a triumphant raise of your brow. “couldn’t even keep your lips off of me! hm… i’d give you an F average.” sunghoon snorted, “you weren’t saying that when my cock was deep inside you and you kept cumming around me.”

your eyes narrowed at him and you felt your face heat ever so slightly, “only because you were overstimulating me! of course i was gonna cum! then you wouldn’t stop or slow down!” sunghoon leaned forward onto the table on his elbows, a devious smirk playing on his lips. “don’t act like you didn’t fucking love it like the little slut that you are,” he said lowly. you leaned forward too, using his own smirk against him, “only if you stop acting like you don’t want to strip me naked right now and fuck me again.”

“yeah, only so you’ll stop acting like a fucking brat,” sunghoon replied. you smirk grew into a flirtatious smile, “awe, you wanna kiss me so bad!” sunghoon rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his laptop and you smiled widely before doing the same.

after about an hour of working on your speeches and cross checking them with each other, your laptop dinged with a notification that your test was graded. “test scores are out!” you exclaimed, hurriedly clicking on the notification to take you to your gradebook. out the corner of your eye you saw sunghoon lean into his laptop.

“98.75,” sunghoon said. you jumped to your feet in celebration, “99.25, fucker!” you then leaned over your laptop towards him so your face was only a short distance from his. “suck. on. that!” you exclaimed, smugness dripping from your voice. “miss me! miss me! now you gotta kiss me!” you then teased, tilting your head back and forth at him. sunghoon got up from his seat slightly and leaned towards you until your faces were just inches apart. “now everytime you get a high score you’re gonna think of me fucking the shit out of you. right on this table. congrats!”

sunghoon pressed a kiss to your lips before going back to his speech. you stood there for a quick moment completely stunned as your face heated. sunghoon didn’t even glance back up at you or anything. he was completely focused on his speech, eyes trailing the lines on the screen. “fuck you,” you mumbled, going back to your speech with annoyance flowing into you. “think you’d be able to handle it again?” he replied smoothly, eyes never leaving his screen.

your debate team competition was tomorrow and you were so thankful that you managed to perfect your speech a couple days before. you were also thankful that you no longer had to be “tutored” by sunghoon since your grades were back to what they once were. though, you were not thankful that you still had to spend more time with him. that would all end soon though, thankfully.

stepping onto the bus that your debate team president somehow managed to secure, you made your way towards the middle of the bus and chose a seat at random. there weren't a whole lot of people on the debate team, so it was a small bus. you scooted towards the window and leaned your head against it, staring out at the parking lot of your campus.

the location at which the competition was being held and where your hotel was wasn't that far away. maybe a two or three hour drive from your university? either way, you felt exhausted and all you were excited to do was sleep the ride away.

turning, you watched your members file into the small bus, laughing and chatting away amongst each other. your eyes couldn’t help but trail sunghoon as he stepped onto the bus and the sun reflected off his glasses, catching your attention. his eyes immediately found yours and the corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly. you rolled your eyes and looked away, finding the seat in front of you way more interesting.

you looked back over to him when you saw him getting closer. he sat in the seat ahead of you on the opposite side of the bus. leaning against the window and throwing his feet up onto the rest of the seat, he looked over at you over the rims of his glasses. “like what you see?” he mouthed and you rolled your eyes again, ignoring how his words brought up memories of the two of you fucking, and continued to stare.

sunghoon pulled out his phone and started scrolling on it for a little bit. he must’ve felt you still staring at him, lids droopy, because he glanced back up at you. “sleepy?” he mouth and then pouted, doing a fake crying motion. you didn’t have the energy to shoot something back at him so all you did was nod, lids fluttering closed for a second. “so go to sleep,” he mouthed.

you sighed deeply and glanced around the bus. the bus was quiet besides the sounds of wheels going over concrete and the occasional rattling of the things on the bus. majority of your members were either asleep or on their way to it, and mrs. yoo was asleep as soon as she got comfortable in her seat at the front. “can’t,” you mouthed to sunghoon, followed by a shrug.

even though you were dead tired, for some reason your eyes just wouldn’t close besides the occasional flutter. you watched as sunghoon sighed lightly before moving over to your seat. he sat his bag down on his lap, patting it down a little, and turned towards you. you looked back at him, confusion clear in your eyes. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you towards his lap, insinuating that you rested your head on his bag.

shifting a little so you were more comfortable, you laid your head on his bag. sunghoon’s arm laid across the side of your waist and his hand rubbed soothing circles into it. “don’t think this is because i like you,” he whispered to you. you looked up at him. “mhm… and you wanna kiss me,” you quietly muttered, sleep heavy on your tone.

“you want me to kiss you again,” sunghoon quietly shot back. your eyes drooped shut as you replied, “mhm… sure do.” sunghoon’s hand moved from your waist to your face as he turned it so you were facing him again. he leaned down and his lips met yours in a slow and sweet kiss. when he pulled away, he whispered with no punch, “you get what you ask for, idiot.” you just hummed, already half asleep as he continued to rub soothing circles onto the side of your waist.

at some point, probably immediately after sunghoon had kissed you, you had fallen asleep. it’s quite surprising how easily you were able to simply from laying your head in his lap. when you woke up, the sun was setting and the streaks of pink and orange greeted you. you were still facing sunghoon a little, and you could see how he was fast asleep.

his hand was still across your waist, and you had to gently and slowly move it to his lap so you could sit up without waking him. the whole bus seemed to still be asleep, except for the bus driver, and you checked your phone to see that there was still about forty minutes until you reached your hotel. turning back to sunghoon, you giggled lightly to yourself at how his head leaned back on the seat as he slept. slowly you took his glasses off his face and put them on yours.

poking his cheek, you had to stifle your laugh as he jolted slightly. you stared at him with a dumb smile on your face as his eyes fluttered open and he blinked rapidly for a moment. he straightened, his eyes finding yours with a ghost of a smile on his mouth. “damn your vision fucking sucks,” you immediately said, your voice low not to wake anyone.

his vision actually wasn’t that bad, only slightly blurry for you, but you could still see out of his glasses just fine. “no shit sherlock,” sunghoon replied. “what do you think i need glasses for? and my vision isn’t even that bad, i can still see fine without them.” it was just so funny to tease him and see what his reaction will be. you couldn’t resist doing it, especially not when he would always deliver.

you started dramatically posing with his glasses, trying to keep the smile from growing on your face. “do you think your glasses are the look for me?” you playfully asked him. “do i look beautiful?” immediately sunghoon replied, “no, you look hideous.” he took his glasses back from you and put them back on his own face, his eyebrow raising at you after.

you let out a quiet laugh and wrapped your arms around his neck. you then countered, “awe, baby, you think i’m so beautiful? you wanna kiss me again?” you pouted your lips as you waited for his answer. sunghoon just rolled his eyes. “totally…” he whispered, placing his hands on your waist. “i definietly do.”

smirking slightly, you leaned in and kissed him just as slow and sweet as he did to you earlier. only this time, you deepened it. you could practically feel sunghoon’s shock coming off of him in waves and it made you smile into the kiss. you pulled away suddenly, a playful smile on your lips, “you get what you ask for!” you then gasped lightly and whispered really low, a hand over your mouth, “not here, nasty! there’s people around!” when he tried to kiss you again.

you tried to move your arms from his neck and turn away but sunghoon pulled you closer to him. “nuh uh…” he muttered his lips pressing to yours for a chaste kiss. “that didn’t bother you before in the study room,” he whispered close to your ear sensually. your face heated as he pressed another kiss to your lips. “didn’t bother you when we were shaking the table and your moans could be heard across campus,” he whispered in your other ear before pressing sweet kisses to your neck. you had to resist the urge to moan as you glanced around the bus to see everyone still sleeping, your face on fire.

the marks from his lips on your neck the last time has just started to almost completely disappear. you had to wear turtlenecks or keep your scarf on during the day, which—thankfully—the weather outside was chilly. “go back to your original seat,” you replied, pushing his head away from your neck. you pushed at his chest but he didn’t budge. “or what?” he challenged eyes boring into yours.

you rolled your eyes and tried to scoot as far from him as his hands pulling you towards him would allow. “we both know who’s in charge here,” he spoke quietly, lips on your jaw when you turned your face away from him. “and we both know i have more than enough reasons to punish you.” his breath fanning on your skin sent a shiver down your spine and it made sunghoon chuckle.

sunghoon guided your face back to his with the tip of his finger. he gave you another slow kiss before breaking away with a smug smirk and grabbing his bag to move back to his original seat. you breathed heavily and tried to still your rapidly beating heart. every moment you spent with him was always filled with such intensity, such tension that by the end of it you felt like you ran a marathon while holding your breath the entire time.

you glanced at him to see that he was leaned back against his window towards you, arms crossed in his lap, his hair over his glasses slightly and eyes shut. you stared at him for a moment as your heart rate increased more. how did he always manage to make you feel like this?

shaking your head at the thought, you watched as his chest rose and fell until he was asleep again. you didn’t have anything better to do, and you weren’t tired, so you watched him until more people started to wake and it was almost time to get your suitcases from the back of the bus to go into your hotel.

“are you sure you don’t want to go to the pre-competition party?” your debate team president, and hotel roommate, asks while half her body is wrapped around the door to your room. a couple of your other members are outside the room waiting for her. “i’m fine! truly, i am. i’m really tired and just want to head to bed early,” you tell her, lying through your teeth. “go have fun! don’t stay out too late!” she laughs and responds before stepping out, “can’t say that i won’t!”

you sigh as the door closes and the keycard lock clicks into place. dropping onto your bed for the night, you stare up at the ceiling as thoughts of sunghoon flow through your mind. that’s what you really wanted to stay in for. he’s been in your mind a lot recently, and not just of the occasional thoughts of how much you hated him.

do you even still hate him? you didn’t know. the relationship between the two of you was all over the place, lines blurred everywhere. you hate each other, but the two of you have slept together—and you don’t even know if you could label it as hate sex at this point. you hate each other, but occasionally sunghoon kisses you, and today you kissed him?

what makes you even more confused, and shocks you to your core, is the fact that you don’t seem to mind the weird relationship you and sunghoon have. in fact, you actually kind of like it. it makes you look over all of your interactions with brand new eyes. you’re ripped out of your thoughts by a knock at your door. sliding from the bed, you walk over to the door and open it, only to be faced with the person running rampid in your thoughts himself.

sunghoon had his laptop in his hand and he looked at you expectantly. wordless, and still a little in your thoughts, you move to the side to let him in. “what are you doing here?” you ask him. sunghoon waved his laptop in the air as he got settled at the desk in your hotel room. “we need to go over our speeches one last time before the competition tomorrow,” he replied.

a smug smile graced your features and you boasted, “i’m already finished with mine! must be because you’re so inferior to me that you aren’t!” sunghoon snorted, “these are just revisions, i finished mine a week ago. can’t say the same for you, unfortunately. i’m not the the one who was feverishly scrambling to finish my speech two days before the competition.” you rolled your eyes even though his back was to you. you completely forgot that you had finished your speech with him present at the study room. “fuck off,” you muttered.

a comfortable silence filled the room as you laid on your bed staring at the ceiling and sunghoon typed at the desk. you were bored out your mind. the music from the party outside where the pool was floated up to your ears. even being on the third floor, the music was decently loud. almost every debate team that’ll be partaking in the competition was down there.

“sunghoon,” you whined. “i’m so fucking bored can you hurry up.” you heard him chuckle, “that just makes me want to go slower.” silence overtook the room again for a couple minutes before you whined out again. “i’m bored,” you turned to stare at sunghoon’s side profile. you just realized how pretty he was. “what do you want me to do about it? shut up so i can focus,” he replied.

every couple minutes you would whine about how you were bored. you could see the irritation continuously building in sunghoon’s shoulders every time you opened your mouth. at first you really were bored, but then you saw how it was annoying him and that became entertaining to you. especially when he started to just flat out ignore you.

standing from the bed, you walked over to him, running your fingers through his hair and resting your head on top of his. you whined out once again, dragging out the vowel, “sunghoon i’m bored!” you glanced down to his laptop and saw that he was basically almost done. he had only a few more paragraphs before the end. a mischievous smile curled your lips as you thought of something that would make him really annoyed.

moving to the side and leaning in front of him, you lifted your leg over his to straddle him. sunghoon let out a loud annoyed sigh as you put your hands on his shoulders. he stared at you with furrowed brows, his arms falling to his sides. you pouted, “what? you don’t want me now?” sunghoon breathed in hard, “no, i don’t.”

you grinded against him and his hands flew to your hips. “do you really wanna get on my nerves?” he asked harshly. truthfully, besides being entertained at seeing him annoyed, you don’t know why you were straddling him. why you were currently grinding against him again and his hands at your hips were holding you firmly still. you didn’t know why being in his presence filled you with such an intense need that you just had to provoke him to the point where he would touch you in some way.

a playful smile started to take over your pout. sunghoon sighed deeply and scooted his chair back away from the desk a little. your smile only grew when suddenly his lips were on yours. the kiss was just as desperate as you felt and just as intense. it reminded you of the time the two of you first kissed. the desperate need that left you breathless and made you run. but you weren’t running now. you wanted sunghoon—you needed him.

grinding against him again, he sharply inhaled and pulled away from you. you could feel his growing bulge and could feel how much wetter you were getting. he moved to stand and you got off of him. your body felt of fire and you shook ever so slightly in anticipation from whatever might happen next.

sunghoon moved to your bed, “where’s your roommate?” he asked and looked to you. his stare was intense and emotions that you couldn’t decipher swirled in his eyes. “the party,” you replied simply. “she won’t be back until late… or at all if she’s with her boyfriend.” a shiver ran down your spine at sunghoon’s satisfied smirk.

he laid on your bed, back against the headboard with an arm behind his head, his intense eyes never leaving yours. “are you just gonna stand there like a fucking idiot or are you gonna start taking your clothes off?” he asked you in the sweetest tone you’ve heard from him yet. “you want my cock so bad? come here and ride me.”

your mouth fell open and you stuttered over what to do next. you didn’t know why you were suddenly so shy. “and if i don’t?” you managed to say, the confidence was leaking out of your voice. sunghoon tilted his head to the side, his eyes trailing up and down your body from across the room and heating it up even more than it was before. “then i’ll leave you here all fucking needy,” he said simply.

slowly, you started to remove each article of clothing one by one. you kept avoiding his intense eyes that never left you, especially when he lifted his hips off the bed to take his sweatpants and boxers off, hard and leaking cock on full display. you only got a brief moment of tranquility from his stare when he went to take his shirt off.

you stood completely naked in front of him. he had shifted down on the bed a little, him completely naked now too. for some reason, even thought this isn’t the first time you were naked in front of him, this time felt different. you felt suddenly exposed, like the fog between the two of you had disappeared and you were seeing each other clearly for the first time. he had to feel it too, or else he wouldn’t be staring at you so intently, his brows slightly knitted together.

after a moment of silence, a moment that felt like eternity with the thick tension in the air, sunghoon finally broke it. you stood with your hands intertwined together in front of you, squirming a little to find some way not to feel so exposed. your eyes were firmly on the bottom of the bed where you could just barely make sunghoon out in your peripheral vision.

“come here,” sunghoon said softly. your eyes fluttered up to him and you moved slowly towards the bed, perching just at the end as you sat back on your knees. the room suddenly felt cold and goosebumps formed on your skin. sunghoon shifted a little so he was sitting more against the headboard again. “closer,” he said in the same soft tone. he put his hands to his sides as his eyes trailed over your face.

you crawled towards him slowly, and immediately regretted it when you looked up at his sharp intake of breath. you straddled his thighs, his big and hard cock brushing against your stomach. sunghoon moved his hands from his sides to your waist and caught your lips in a sweet and soothing kiss.

you moved your ridgid arms from your sides to around his neck, fingers combing through the bottom of his hair. the longer you kissed sunghoon, the more you felt your nerves dissolve and the more your need for him grew. you got up on your knees and grabbed sunghoon’s cock, which made him let out a moan against your lips, and lined it to your entrance. slowly, you slid down his length until he was fully inside of you.

you did as he told you to do and started to grind your hips, pulling away from his lips to whimper at how good he felt. his long cock rubbed against your sweet spot so well and you rolled your hips faster and faster as the waves of pleasure hit you one by one.

sunghoon kissed you slowly as you came undone on top of him. he smiled against your lips as you kept pulling away to moan or whimper from his cock inside you. it almost made you forget that he was annoyed with you—almost. it almost made you forget until you fell against him with your head buried in his chest as you pulsated around him and he lifted your hips so you were sitting on your knees slightly. until you pulled away from his chest with knitted eyebrows and he stared at you with intense, blown out eyes. until he gripped your hips so you wouldn’t move and fucked up into you so hard that it made you cry out.

tears brimmed in your eyes and you couldn’t stop the breathy stuttered whimpers that escaped you even if you tried. “s-sunghoon…” you moaned out. sunghoon threw his head back onto the headboard at his name on your lips. “what? this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asked you, mock sweetness in his voice. “when you kept grinding against me, this is what you asked for, isn’t it?” he slammed his lips on yours, humming at the way you clenched around him again, warm cum dripping down his cock.

“a-asshole,” you pushed out, glaring at him because that was all you could do. his eyebrows raised at you and he let out a wry laugh, “baby, you have no idea.” suddenly you were being pulled off the bed. suddenly sunghoon was throwing the balcony door open and the cold air was nipping at your skin.

you were being pulled to the balcony, party in full swing below you and music attacking your ears. you were lucky that if someone were to look up three floors that they’d only see your fucked out expression as sunghoon bent you over the railing and stuck his cock back inside you. “since you wanna be a fucking brat for me, you can be a brat for everyone. let’s show everyone how much of a fucking slut you are.”

the retorts quickly died on your tongue when sunghoon began moving, smacking his hips harshly against your ass. “aren’t you such a good girl? already cumming twice against my cock. you want more? cause i’ll give you fucking more,” sunghoon leaned down to your ear to ask you over the music. you nodded, severely regretting pissing him off. your legs wobbled underneath you.

you already knew what was coming next when you felt his hand wrap around your waist. he pulled you up and said harshly, “use your fucking words. are you trying to annoy me more?” you swallowed down the moans in your throat. “n-no,” you whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut. “i w-want you to give m-me more…” if you thought him making you beg for him to stop the first time he fucked you was humiliating, it had nothing on this.

your back arched and that just made it worse. he pulled you back to him by your hair and you moaned at the pain and from the pleasure of his cock ramming in and out of you. you heard him smugly laugh behind you and you opened your eyes to look at him. he stared directly into your eyes, “you’re mine. and your pussy for the night is mine to do with what i please. do you understand?” you nodded.

remembering to use your words, you pushed out, “y-yes.” sunghoon’s lips were on yours with a sloppy kiss that ended just as fast as it started. “and who do you belong to?” he asked you, mouth by your ear. you inhaled as deeply as you could with the pleasure ripping you apart. “you,” you breathed, barely above a whisper. sunghoon gave you the sweetest smile and followed it up with the sweetest kiss. “good fucking girl.”

he brought you back inside and shut the balcony behind you. you barely got to breathe a sigh of relief that cold air wasn’t nipping at your skin before your face was buried in the comforter and you let out the loudest moan you’ve ever let out before. sunghoon fucked into you so deeply, his own loud moans escaping him, that it sent you over the edge. you clenched around him again and he whimpered out a, “fuck, baby… you’re gonna make me cum if you keep clenching around my cock like that.”

you whimpered out something even you couldn’t understand, thick tears rolling down your face from the ecstasy. you let out another loud moan, the rope inside you about to snap. “you drive me f-fucking crazy, y/n. do you know that?” sunghoon stuttered. the two of you came at the same time, intertwined moans and whimpers filling the hotel room.

sunghoon fell over you, managing to catch himself with his hands at your sides as you felt his cock twitch inside you from his release. he pulled out from you slowly, whimpering at how you clenched around him in the process. he laid down on the edge of the bed and helped pull you up so you straddled him again and laid against his chest. sunghoon’s arms wrapped around you as you both breathed heavily.

once you felt your body still and you no longer felt like you were being ripped apart by his huge cock giving you waves of pleasure, you sat up with sudden determination. sunghoon looked up at you through half opened eyes and tilted glasses. you took his cock, relishing in the way he moaned and dug his head into the blankets as his eyes squeezed shut, and slid it back inside you. you tried not to double over at the sensitivity and how you could feel every vein on his cock inside you.

you placed your hands on his chest and looked down at him, eyes burning and the hint of a smile on your lips. sunghoon laughed, and it had to be the first time you’ve ever heard him genuinely laugh. a genuine smile spread across his lips after. you felt your heart flutter at the sight despite your plans. “want me to get a taste of my own medicine, huh?” sunghoon smiled up at you, causing your own to grow, and you nodded as you started to rock your hips back and forth.

sunghoon put his hands on your hips, whimpers leaving him and making his teeth clench. you picked up your paced and he stared up at you through knitted eyebrows. your smile grew more as you got to watch every moan, every whimper, and every whine that left his mouth, just as he did you. it didn’t take long for sunghoon to cum again, and thank god for that. you didn’t know how long you could take being hit with more waves of pleasure.

his hands gripped your hips hard as he moaned out your name. you giggled and continued to move your hips, creamy sounds coming from the motion. “o-okay, y/n…” sunghoon whined and you shook your head. “beg me to stop,” you demanded, giggles on your lips. “st—okay! s-stop. please stop!”

you smiled and pulled yourself off of him slowly. sunghoon let out a shaky breath and looked over at you, “that’s the only time i’ll let you do that.” you looked over at him from your spot next to him, an eyebrow raised in a challenge. “who says there will be a next time?” you replied. sunghoon just shook his head at you and laughed, “we both know this isn’t the last time.” you laughed and gave him a quick kiss. “so then you know that that won’t be the only time!” you sweetly exclaimed.

he sat up and you followed, standing to your feet and almost falling to the floor had it not been for sunghoon catching you. he sat you back down on the bed, helping you to move back against the headboard. “stay here... i’ll get a towel to clean you up,” he chuckled and you nodded. you weren’t even shocked like how you were the last time that he was being so sweet. in fact, after the way he just fucked you, it was a welcome change. even if the one-eighty made you dizzy.

sunghoon grabbed your clothes off the floor and sat them beside you as he started to clean you up. “you might want to put on something warmer… i did have you out in the cold naked,” he spoke softly as you put your shirt on. the clothes you were wearing before was a long sleeved pajama top and pajama shorts. the room was already a little bit cold, so maybe he was right. “all i packed was pajama shorts…” you trailed as he finished cleaning between your legs.

“you can wear my sweatpants,” sunghoon replied and reached down to the floor to grab them. he handed them to you and stood to his feet to clean himself off. “well then what would you wear?” you asked, brows furrowing. sunghoon shrugged, “i’ll be fine. i’ll just wear my boxers and put a different pair of sweatpants on when i get back to my room.” he put his boxers on and helped you to put your underwear and his sweatpants on. he then turned for the bathroom.

suddenly, and at full force, you realized that your night together—your time tonight with him—was coming to a close. and you realized how you didn’t want him to leave. sunghoon came out the bathroom in just his shirt and boxers and halted in his steps to stare at you. it was the most openly longing brief stare and it made your heart explode in your chest before he turned away to his laptop.

he gathered his laptop and turned back to you, a less intense version of his intense stare from earlier drilling into you. you could see that brief longing hiding behind it. you panicked from the intent attention and said, “don’t stare at me like that.” there was that genuine smile that made you want to melt. “or what? you can’t even move,” he replied, a laugh at the edges of his voice. you rolled your eyes playfully as he came up to you and pressed a kiss to your lips.

sunghoon turned to leave and you grabbed his hand, making him turn back towards you with knitted brows. “can you stay with me?” you asked shyly as you looked down to where your hand held his, “…please?” you dared a glance at him and saw as the corners of his mouth were trying hard not to lift. he nodded and moved to set his laptop back on the desk, along with his glasses.

you scooted over in the bed and got under the covers and he did the same after turning the lights off. sunghoon pulled you closer to him in the darkness, until your head was to his chest. you looked up at him and he kissed you slowly, and this time it felt more intimate rather than teasing. “you don’t hurt anywhere do you? are you sore?” he asked quietly between kisses. you shook your head, “no but i’ll probably be sore in the morning.”

“i’m sorry, baby,” he spoke, kissing you a final time before resting his chin on your head and pulling you closer. you inhaled his scent and shut your eyes, a sudden wave of tiredness hitting you. “i know you’re tired,” he then said. “go to sleep, i’ll be here to help you.” you nodded and let yourself drift off. when you woke up the next morning, sunghoon was gone.

you and your debate team members were rounding back up onto the bus after a successful debate competition, tired smiles and sleepy yawns everywhere. it was a miracle that you were able to speak so confidently at your competition after what happened last night. especially with your emotions all over the place when you woke up to find that you were completely alone in your hotel room.

you and sunghoon haven’t spoken—besides at the debate—all day. and if you were being honest… you were kind of avoiding him. you just couldn’t be around him after last night. he made your head foggy and your heart pound and you were helpless to stop it. the two of you weren’t even friends, and you clearly weren’t dating, so what were you?

all of your members were sound asleep as soon as they stepped on the bus and you smiled a little to yourself. they must’ve had a fun time at the party last night. you had your head leaning on the window as you watched the passing scenery. you didn’t turn when you felt the seat dip next to you.

you had felt sunghoon’s eyes on you, that burning intensity, but you couldn’t look at him right now. you closed your eyes when you felt his arm wrap around you and you were pulled to him. “sleep,” he spoke softly, his hand brushing the side of your face that was now in his lap. you couldn’t, so you just nodded as you kept your eyes closed. you slowed your breathing until you felt his slow and cracked your eyes open as you slowly turned to look up at him.

sunghoon was fast asleep, his head drooped down towards you and glasses hanging down his nose. you wanted so badly to cup his face and kiss his lips, and that thought caught you off guard horrifically. slowly, you began to put the pieces together.

the way your face would heat and your heart rate would pick up... the way you always seemed to find him in any crowded room, your eyes always lingering on him… the way you wanted to be near him—needed to be near him, to have his lips on yours to the point where you would constantly provoke him… you had feelings for park sunghoon.

your eyes widened significantly and you were glad that everyone was asleep for your realization. you liked sunghoon. you liked him, and your feelings for him were only growing more and more as you spent more and more time with him. before you even realized it, your hand was raising to move the hair that had fallen in his face. your eyes widened as he stirred slightly and you froze. thankfully, he stayed asleep and you dropped your hand as you continued to stare.

you had stayed there like that, just silently watching him for almost the whole bus ride. when you saw him stir you quickly shut your eyes and slowed your breathing again. you felt him shift ever so slightly and heard him let out a low sigh. his fingers brushed your face softly, the pad of his thumb brushing back and forth before his arm rested across your waist.

after a few minutes had passed, you pretended to wake up, eyes fluttering open and connecting with his. you blinked a couple times before moving to sit up. glancing around the bus to everyone’s sleeping forms, you saw him furrow his eyebrows a little in your peripheral.

when you looked back at him, head leaning back against the bus seat, sunghoon had cupped your face and pressed a kiss to your lips. he went to stand but you grabbed his hand. your eyes widened slightly and he turned back to you in slight shock, eyebrows raising. you stared at him with wide eyes and pulled him back down lightly.

what if he didn’t want this, didn’t want to be with you? what if all he enjoyed between the two of you was all the kisses and the sex with no strings attached? sunghoon sat back down and you turned to lean against the window, thoughts racing.

when you got to campus you had basically sprinted away from the bus after getting your things to your dorm. you were glad that you didn’t really have to spend anymore time with sunghoon, since you didn’t need his “tutoring” and the debate competition was over. maybe you can try and get rid of these feelings, try and go back to the way things were before you and sunghoon ever even kissed.

you laughed wryly to yourself as you put your stuff away in your dorm. things will never be the way they were before. that ship sailed as soon as his lips touched yours, as soon as you were both naked and your bodies were pressed together.

you had avoided sunghoon in all the classes you shared, inside the hallways, and anywhere on or off campus. you never realized how much he was always in your orbit before you were actively trying to stay out of his. it was going well, you were ignoring his stare on you, lost in your own thoughts as the class was about to end.

that’s when you felt someone lean down next to you and a, “you’re mine.” was uttered. at least, that’s what you heard. you jumped, looking over to see no one other than sunghoon. your mind flashed back to the hotel and you blinked a couple times to clear your thoughts. with knitted brows you said, “what?” sunghoon raised an eyebrow at you, giving you a weird look. “i said you’re my partner,” he replied, brows furrowing when you gave him a confused look. “for the presentation…?” he added and you tried to think about what he was talking about.

vaguely, you remember your teacher talking about some powerpoint project that she wanted you to group into pairs for. you wanted to bang your head against the wall at the fact that you were gonna have to spend even more time with sunghoon. your feelings haven’t even left! if anything, they’ve intensified. you inhaled deeply, “okay.”

the two of you were now sitting in your study room, silence hanging in the air with tension that couldn’t be cut with a fucking chainsaw. your laptops were in front of you, open to your shared slides. under the table, sunghoon’s leg shook furiously. throughout your time in here, he had tried to kiss you twice. he had given you a confused look when you turned your head away both times, opting to focus on something else. the first time he thought you were being bratty, but when it happened the second time he had raised an eyebrow at you.

“can you stop changing all the slides i make?” sunghoon suddenly spat out as he looked at you angrily. you gave him a glare. “well maybe if you would stop thinking with your dick and use your brain you wouldn’t be struggling with this easy ass topic and i wouldn’t have to keep editing all your slides,” you shot back.

sunghoon scoffed, “maybe if you would stop thinking about my dick and focus we wouldn’t be having all these problems and we would be on the same page!” you couldn’t help but take his words as a double meaning. the two of you stared at each other with angry, intense glares. you sighed heavily and stood to your feet, annoyance dripping from you as sunghoon watched.

you stormed over to him and sat on his lap, grabbing his face and bringing your lips to his roughly. his hands immediately came to your hips as he kissed you back with just as much roughness. “i hate you so fucking bad,” sunghoon muttered against your lips. there was no heat in it. “you want to fuck me so fucking bad,” you immediately replied.

sunghoon started to turn the kiss sweet, holding you against him as his hands moved to your lower back and the back of your neck. his touch sent a shiver down your spine. “i want you, y/n…” he said after a moment. you pulled away and tried to get off of him, but he held you tighter. in what way did he want you? “i want you too,” you spoke, quietly.

your gaze fell and you then said, “what is this between us, sunghoon?” he went quiet and the silence between the two of you was deafening. you pushed his arms off you and got off of him, moving to return to your seat. before you could get far, sunghoon grabbed your hand. “y/n, what do you mean?” he asked seriously.

harshly turning to him, you tried so hard to keep the sadness from your voice, “the morning at the hotel… why did you leave?” sunghoon gave you an incredulous look. “what?” he breathed, and shook his head ever so slightly. “the morning after we had sex. you said you were gonna stay with me and when i woke up you were gone,” you snatched your hand from his grasp, not caring anymore if he heard the hurt in your voice.

there was concern and worry etched clear in his expression. “i didn’t think you’d want to see my face once your head was clear…” sunghoon said quietly. the anger in you only grew. “you should’ve let me decide that!” you shouted in frustration. sunghoon stood, grabbing your hands, “okay! i’m fucking sorry that i assumed… okay?” you looked away.

sunghoon took your chin softly so you would look up at him. “i’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice softer. “it won’t happen again.” you blinked a couple of times to get rid of the building tears. “so?” you asked quietly, referring to the question you asked him. sunghoon cupped your cheek, “we can be whatever you want us to be. i’ll be happy as long as you don’t avoid me again. i told you, i want you—to be with you.”

you pressed your lips to his, “i want to be with you too.” he laughed and teasingly said, “awe, you want to be my girlfriend?” you rolled your eyes, a smile on your lips, as you playfully pushed him away. his laugh grew, that same genuine laugh, as he pulled you towards him to capture your lips in a kiss. “you get what you ask for,” he spoke, making you giggle.

the next day you walked into mrs. yoo’s class together hand in hand, a big smile on your face as sunghoon teased you. your debate team president practically cheered as she yelled how she was right. “finally it’s official! now i don’t have to watch the two of you longingly stare at each other from across the room!” she exclaimed. your face heated tremendously and before you could look away in embarrassment sunghoon kissed you with a large grin.

when you had gotten and A+ on your presentation, you smiled at sunghoon. “who’s the idiot now, idiot?” you asked teasingly. he hummed in thought for a moment, “you still are!” he gave you a chaste kiss and wrapped his hands around your waist. “let me take you on a date,” sunghoon then said.

you hummed in thought for a moment, copying his actions as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “no, thank you!” sunghoon playfully rolled his eyes, kissing you again, “i’ll pick you up tomorrow at eight.”

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Before Class

virgin!hueningkai x fem!reader

synopsis: You were Kai's lifelong bully, and you weren't planning on stopping your harassment towards him. As you have got older though, you've had to change your strategies. Now that you're both in college, there been quite a few tips you've learned on how to humiliate Kai.

warnings: MDNI 18+, DUBIOUS, college au, public oral (m receiving), handjob, bully reader, kai is sensitive (he doesn't have a backbone), cum eating, degrading, genital degradation (m receiving), begging, dom!reader, sub!Kai, mentions of Yeonjun, idk

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Getting to class early was a must, parking was horrible after a certain time. You sat on the second floor of the library pretending to work on your assignments. Instead, you were observing his large frame hunched over a desk. Kai hadn't seen you when he walked in, and you're grateful for that. Not because you were nervous or embarrassed for what you did to him just a few days ago, but because it left you room to plan. 

Making Huening Kai cry was always a goal of yours. It was so easy when you were in elementary school. All you had to do was pull on his hair, throw some sand in his eyes and the waterworks would begin. As you've gotten older though, it wasn't as simple. You resorted to cursing him out, getting other kids to join in on you, but he was a tough cookie. 

There was just something about his tears that excited you. How red his nose got, the quiver in his bottom lip. Like art honestly, he was beautiful in his rawest form. There was something wrong with you for sure, maybe you needed to see someone for your obsession with Kai. How could you though, when he made it so effortless for you to keep harassing him?

You briefly thought of letting him go today, but your resolve was quickly dissipated when someone approached him. She was cheery, seemingly happy looking at Kai. He stood up quickly and awkwardly smiled at her. You assumed she must be a classmate talking about work, but when she made him laugh, your chest tightened. 

They had to be more than classmates, it wasn’t like it was often someone would approach you outside of class either.  Friends maybe? But with how pink Kai's cheeks had gotten, you think there might be a little crush going on. You hastily pack your papers, shove your notebook and folder into your backpack and standup from your table. 

Jealousy is probably the right word to use, but there was no way you would admit that. You just can’t stand seeing Kai smiling, hate how his lips curl and his teeth shine in the artificial light. He would look  much better sobbing, and you are planning on making that happen sooner rather than later.

Your wedges click on the ground as you approach the two. You can feel your blood rising hearing Kai's soft responses. You don't even need to speak to announce your arrival, you can see Kai's eyes widen in fear. 

Good.

"Oh Kai! I just wanted to pop in and say hi," you smile sweetly at both of them. She spins to see you, returning a friendly smile. She opens her mouth to speak, mostly likely to introduce herself, but you don't think you can fake your persona much longer. "I just needed to steal him from you if you don't mind." You reach for Kai's sleeve and pull him towards you. 

He hesitantly trudges to you, his eyes begging at his friend to save him. "Oh when were you going to be done? We had to work on-" You spare her a glance to interrupt her, "Actually, I think it'll take a while. Isn't that right Hyuka?" 

Kai stiffens at the sound of his nickname, one he hadn't heard in years. His terrified eyes dart to your own before turning back to his friend. "Y-Yeah," his voice is shaky. "I'm sorry, it'll just be a- a moment. I'll catch you after class." The girl eyes you warily, her gaze landing on your grip on Kai's sleeve. Rather than voicing her concern, she nods, "Sure. See ya soon then.”

You turn on your heels and pull Kai along with you. Kai can easily keep up thanks to his long legs, but he's trying to subtly slow his steps so he can delay his bad treatment. He has no idea what you have in store for him, and to be honest, neither do you. All you can think about is how easily he spoke to her, how eager he seemed. Kai has grown into an attractive man, that much you can admit. You just hate knowing he's beginning to catch the eyes of others. 

It's selfish, but you want him to think about only you. Whether it's from fear, anxiety, hatred, you need him to think about you as often as you think about him. After all, it isn't fair that you're the only one obsessed.

You spot the all-gender restroom and quickly take cover there. There’s nobody inside, it’s still early in the morning. You shove Kai into a stall and squeeze/crowd in yourself before locking the door. 

Being this close to him is nothing new, but being in such a confined space is definitely something you hadn't done before. Kai's figure towers over you, he could easily overpower you and leave. Instead, he keeps his hand by his sides and nervously eyes you. He's expecting you to berate him, to remind him of what a loser he is and how no one could ever stand the thought of him.

Instead, you drop to your knees. Kai's eyes widen in disbelief. You grab his belt, quickly loosening it. He moves to block you, gently pulling your hands away. "What are you doing!? Wait! Don't-" You look up at him and sneer, "Don't fucking tell me what to do. Move your hands."

For the first time in ages, Kai disobeys. He shakes his head and locks his arms over his crotch. "You can't," his voice is pleading. "I have to go to class, an-and I haven't... no one’s really..." He trails off. The redness in his face says it all. "Oh I get it," you smirk. "Are you a little virgin?"

At first Kai doesn't answer, but the pinch of your nails on his hands make him yelp. "Y-Yes..." his voice is small, weak. It sends shivers down your spine. You peel his hands away and leave them at his sides. He lets you, too petrified from his confession to really care anymore. 

"I shouldn't be surprised," you start. "You're probably too busy jerking off, watching porn like a loser. I bet you don't even have feeling in your dick anymore." You unloop his belt from the holes and slowly unbutton his pants. Kai clenches and unclenches his fists. You can hear him breathing heavily above you, and as pathetic as it is, it turns you on.

You pull his pants all the way down to his ankles and face his navy blue boxers. Experimentally, you let your hand rub over his crotch. You grip and rub over his limp dick, hearing him inhale sharply. "You're liking this huh? Hah, telling me to stop when you wanted it the whole time." Rather than answering, Kai bucks his hips to you.

You laugh at him, still making sure to apply pressure to his groin. "Fucking slut, bet you'd let anyone touch your cock. That lonely huh?" You grab the waistband of his boxers with your other hand. He stops you before you can pull them down. "Please," he begs. You look up at his glossy eyes, his sweaty forehead, the hair sticking so prettily  to it. 

Growing irritated with his refusals, you give a soft flick to his cock. Kai jolts at the sensation, even whimpers from pain. "Ask me that again, I'll bite it off," you threaten. This time he doesn’t fight when you pull his dick out. The space between your legs throb at the sight, and you lick your lips eagerly. 

His cock is twitching from stimulation, a flushed pink at the tip. There are a few blue veins that pop out from the paleness, a stark contrast to the dark pubes above it. At least he trims, you think. You didn't want pubic hair stuck in your teeth once you were finished with him.

Kai's legs tremble in anticipation, and you run your hands up and down his thighs. You carefully take his tip in first, letting the salty precum cover your tastebuds. The warmth of your mouth has Kai jolt, the feeling completely foreign to him. You steady yourself on his upper thighs as you start taking him deeper. The back of your throat opens for more room, and it doesn't take long to feel him stretch it out. 

Your movements are slow as you drag your lips down Kai's length. His cock feels smooth in your mouth, and you place your tongue on the underside of him. He groans when you deep throat him, and his hips slightly thrust upwards to chase your mouth. A surprised gasp tumbles out of your mouth from the force, making you pull away completely.

You angrily look up at Kai's flushed face, "Did I say you could move?" Kai lets out a soft sob and shakes his head, "No! I'm sorry. Oh fuck I'm sorry. I didn't mean to." You can see the tears in his eyes, the blush on his face. It's tempting to keep making him feel bad, to get those salty tears down his face, but you take pity on him. Your hand reaches for his dick and gives it a few pumps. 

He twitches and moans, still apologizing for his behavior. "I'll let it go this time since you're a virgin or whatever," you start. "But do that again and I'll leave you with your small dick like this, and no one will help you out like I am." Kai nods absentmindedly, his focus completely on your fingers. 

It's hard to admit, but you really like hearing Kai moan. His breathless whimpers, his choked sobs, the way he says your name like he's begging you to stop and keep going. There was no way, after years of bullying Kai, that you would willingly place yourself between his legs. Yet here you are, knees bruising up from the hard tile and your pussy throbbing from neglect. 

A wet sound comes out  when you place his cock back where it was in your mouth. It's lewd, but the noise is easily drained out by Kai's groans of appreciation. You can tell he's focusing on remaining still with the way his hands are bunching up his shirt. A smile finds your lips when a harsh suck makes his cries echo in the bathroom. 

"You're lucky no one's in here," you say when you briefly pull away. One hand strokes him and the other plays with his balls simultaneously. "Imagine if that bitch saw you now? You think she'd still like you after seeing what a whore you are?" Kai shakes his head at your questions. "N-No."

You hum in satisfaction with his admission, placing kisses on his cock. Before you have the chance to take him back in your mouth, you hear the door to the restroom open. Footsteps echo through the previously empty room, and Kai looks like he's seen a ghost. He looks down at you, a small desperate shake in his head. Don't.

You only grin in response, eagerly forcing his cock down your throat. Kai jolts and his mouth flies open in a silent moan. Your movements are much faster now, magnifying the pornographic noises coming from your mouth. You push even further. You unhinge your jaw and take him deep, bruising the back of your throat. 

Kai's pubes tickle your nose when you hit his pelvis, and you gag around his girth. Spit dribbles down your chin, landing on your thighs and the floor. You feel nothing but arousal when you realize the unsuspecting witness has stopped moving, attentively listening to the lewd sounds echoing from your stall.. Kai notices too and shakes his head aggressively. He can’t control the tears collecting at the corner of his eyes anymore, sending waves of pleasure to your core. 

"If you're gonna fuck, can you do it somewhere else? People are tryna piss," the bystander finally calls out. You recognize the voice immediately, and so does Kai. Yeonjun sounds rather irritated, not bothering to wait for a reply as he leaves. Kai slumps in relief when he hears the restroom door swing shut again, only managing to let out a groan when he tries to speak.

Even without the extra audience you still put your best show on for Kai. Your fingernails are gripping his thighs, drool hanging off your bottom lip as you keep throatfucking yourself on Kai's dick. Kai bites his lower lip so harshly he thinks it'll bleed, but that pain is nothing compared to the pleasure you're giving him.

You can feel your arousal seep through your underwear, down the inner parts of your thighs. You think about fucking him, how good his cock would feel stretching you out. He probably wouldn't even know how to fuck you right. You might have to bounce on his cock while he sits on the toilet. As dirty as that thought is, there's more pleasure in watching Kai writhe above you.

His length twitches in your mouth. You use your hand to stroke the parts your mouth can't reach, and you maintain a steady rhythm. Kai's whines get more and more out of control and without thinking, he brushes the hair out of your face. There's a delicate moment when he locks eyes with you, making sure to get a good look at your face as he cums in your mouth. 

The hot spurts make you gag, but you force your mouth to stay on his cock so as to not waste a single drop. Kai looks like bliss with his eyes slanted and mouth open in a long moan. He’s still looking at you, almost as if he actually wants to see you.  The thought makes your stomach flip. 

You purposely take a long time pulling your mouth off his cock, his cum still settling in your mouth. Your knees scream in protest as you stand to face Kai. You wrap your hand at the back on his neck and drag him down to your height. Your other hand finds his mouth and pulls it open as you purse your lips. 

"Say ahh..."

Kai's cum leaks from your mouth in thick globs, landing on his tongue. He grimaces at the taste but keeps still. His lips are so close to your own, and for a second you debate kissing him. But then you’d miss how he swallows his own cum, how he would cough as the thick substance slides down his throat. 

You spit the remaining cum into his mouth before licking your own lips. Kai covers his mouth and squeezes his eyes as he tries to swallow it all without gagging, tears sliding down his face. Your thumb wipes one away and you bring it to your mouth, adding to the salty taste. 

"It tasted good huh, Hyuka?" 

He opens his eyes and shakes his head pitifully, making you laugh. You do the honors of pulling Kai's pants and boxers back up and adjusting his belt. You tap his clothed cock a few times just to see him flinch from the sensitivity. 

Your cunt is still sopping wet, crying to be touched. You might have to ignore it for now, but you know this won't be the last time you play with Kai. Kai silently watches as you pull your makeup out of your bag, fascinated by how quickly you make yourself look normal again despite being wrecked on his cock mere moments ago. 

You snap your mirror closed and open the stall door, sauntering away without a second look. "Better get to class then Hyuka. You don’t wanna be late.”

a/n: I love huening kai and I feel like there's not enough writings about him!! I'm planning on making this a little series, so stay tuned for that!

proofreader/editor: @then-make-me (thank you!!)

update!: second part here

update 2: third part here

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[Eng Subs DL] Musical Yuukoku no Moriarty (Moriarty the Patriot) Op. 4 - "The Two Criminals"

Hello, and Merry Christmas to those who celebrate~! Otherwise, Happy Holidays! I am here to share the English subtitles for more MoriMyu~!

Oh gosh, I apologize for such a long wait...! Life just punched me around a bit with studying for board exams (which I passed, thankfully!), a bit of technical problems with the BD version, and a lot of real life things I needed to take care of before the year ends (￣▽￣*)ゞ

Op. 4 covers chapters 33-47 of the original comic, with a few scenes/moments omitted. It is essentially the build-up to the climax of the story that was covered in Op. 5! We were also blessed with the addition of Miss Mary Morstan and Adam Whiteley for this musical, and I hope everyone falls in love with them, too~!

Anyway, here are the subs~! A huge, huge thank you to @mouldering for helping me with proof-reading and quality checking! I wouldn't have been able to finish this before Christmas without your help~! ♡ ～('▽^人) I will be updating the folders with the bonus content subtitles when I am able to as well, but for now, please enjoy the main show's subs~!

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All songs and lyrics were translated by me. A bit of creative liberty was exercised to fit context and some cultural references. As usual, the lyrics actually help move the plot, so I didn’t include the romaji for any of them. But, if you’d like to have the complete lyrics, I do have them saved up in PDF form, so feel free to DM me for them if you want ^^

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There aren’t particularly any triggering scenes here, but please do watch with caution since some subjects and terms used might be sensitive and/or triggering for other viewers.

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Study “Date”

A study session with Nagi turns into a sleepover.

“No can do f/n. As much as I love karaoke, I can’t. I have a tutor coming over to help me study for my exams. Next time though for sure,” you laughed into your phone.

With the school year approaching its end, you’ve been studying nonstop for all your finals. One class in particular was giving you a huge headache, calculus. Luckily for you, Reo offered to help.

….

(3 hours before)

“Yes please Reo. I’m dying in the class. I need as much help as I can get,” you cried dramatically onto his shoulder.

“Yes of course y/n. As one of the top scorers in well…every subject…” Reo bragged, “I guarantee I’ll help you get at least a B or above.”

“Okay okay let’s not show off now,” you grumbled, immediately lifting your head off his shoulder and shoving him away.

…

The sound of the doorbell jolts you out of the earlier events playing in your head. Rushing to the door, you immediately open it-

“Nagi?”

“Hi Y/n,” the tall, white haired teen yawned.

“What are you doing here? Where’s Reo?” You asked, peering behind him.

“An urgent family matter came up so he asked me to sub in for him.”

“Oh I see, come on in then,” you said, pushing the door open to let the giant man through.

As you closed the door, you silently cursed at Reo for not even sending a quick text to let you know that he wasn’t coming.

“Would you like some tea Nagi?”

“No thanks, tea’s gonna make me sleepier.”

“Oh okay, then where would you like to start?”

“Wherever’s fine,” Nagi replied, yawning again.

“Okay then we can start with this.” You held up the folder filled with calculus practice assignments.

…

“…so you plug in the variable u for 2x and just take the derivative of it,” Nagi continues, pointing at the problem. Surprisingly, the man could be very focused when need be. It’s been 3 hours since you guys started, and he hasn’t slacked off once…well not that much anyways. There were a couple times where Nagi had almost dozed off while explaining a problem and you had to wake him back up.

“Done that was the last one!” You cried happily. “I’ll go make some ramen for us!”

“Finally, such a hassle.” Nagi grabbed his phone and laid himself on your carpet. You stopped.

“If it was an hassle then why did you agree to help me?” You questioned, unable to control the sliver of hope rising in your chest.

Nagi paused. “Mm no reason, just to help out Reo I guess,” the white haired man answered brushing it off.

Oh, yeah obviously.

Ignoring the stinging of disappoint in your chest, you packed up your books and walked off the kitchen. Unbeknownst to you however, Reo had planned this session long before today. He saw the way Nagi watched you in the halls as you laughed with you friends. His eyes full of wonder and adoration as he questioned how you managed to light up every room with just a smile. The way your eyes twinkled when you talked about your passions. The way your laughter filled him with joy. Or the way his heart would speed up so much whenever he’d see you and he couldn’t understand why…

“Okay Nagi they’re almost done. Just give it like 1-2 more minutes,” you told his laying figure as you carried the ramen to the living room coffee table.

“Nagi?” You nudged his shoulder slightly. No response. You nudged him again. No response.

He’s asleep…

You sighed. Of course he is. He just spent the last 3 hours helping you with your homework. He rarely ever puts that much energy into anything.

You opened your cup of ramen and pondered whether or not you should call Reo to take Nagi home. However you recalled Nagi’s earlier comment about Reo’s family problems and it would be very unlikely he’d be able to pick Nagi up. Sighing once more you decided to just leave the sleeping man on the carpet.

Maybe he’ll wake up in a hour or two.

…

You stared at the man lying at your feet. It’s been almost 3 hours. Nagi’s still sleeping. Deciding there’s no other choice but to let him stay the night, you grabbed an extra pillow and blanket. As you leaned down to tuck the pillow behind his messy hair, you couldn’t help but to caress his hair for a little while longer than necessary. It was soft, like silk, but scattered messily across his face. Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved from his hair to his face. Your fingers gently traced his delicate skin down to his chin. Nagi shuffles. Surprised, you back away, but Nagi’s hand suddenly reaches out to grab your wrist, pulling you towards him.

“Nagi…?” You face was burning up from the close proximity of his chest. Still twisting in his sleep, he slithers one arm around your waist pulling you in. You couldn’t break out of his grasp without waking him. The logical decision was to wake him but your heart was telling you another thing. The warmth radiating from his body was more than convincing enough for you to stay in this position.

One night wouldn’t hurt…I’ll get up before he wakes up.

Yawning, you carefully pulled some of the blanket around your body and relaxed yourself against him.

“Goodnight Nagi,” you whispered as you closed your eyes. Within minutes, you were asleep.

Nagi opens his eyes when he felt your heartbeat falling into a steady rhythm. Smiling sleepily, he stares at your figure curled up beside him.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

[royallyprincesslilly]

Title: Star-Crossed: #HFT {1}****

Professor Chris Evans x OFC University Student Calliope “Cali” Jamison AU

Warning: NSFW, Cursing, 18+ Content, PLENTY OF WORDS, Plot,

Word Count: 12.2k

Synopsis: Look out for it in chapters 3 or 7.

Note: Another one because I can't stop thinking about this idea. I have been sitting on this for MONTHS because I wanted to wait until I wrapped some things up BUT life is short and I wanna share this. I have been thinking about this trope a lot. I am in no way condoning teacher-student relationships especially if said student is a minor and/or not of sound mind. However, I am a lot more open to a college professor-college student relationship. I prefer this trope to any in its subgenre/sub-trope even though it may not be ethically proper, depending on the debate you listen to. That being said I’ve wanted to tackle this idea of mine for some time and dipped my toes in with “Anatomy 101” which I wanted to expand on some time in the future.  Now, I am going to remix and expand on this professor-student trope. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Note II: Included is some Moroccan Arabic/Arabic in general. The translations are provided by Google.com. If the translation is incorrect, I apologize, please don’t hold it against me. Feel free to correct me, I don’t mind. 

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****Characters in this Fiction Story are of legal age, sound mind, and are consenting through no dubious means. ****

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Derived from but not really a continuation: Anatomy 101

Chapter One: Desert Rose

“Cali, try not to wander too far tonight.”

You looked in the mirror at your father who was rustling through a folder of papers on his right while an ancient-looking book rested in front of him. It was his latest acquisition on yet another one of his excursions. His face never looked up from the papers. It was classic for her father, the man who was able to do ten things at once with two eyes, and two hands. Sometimes you thought his brain was a super machine that none other could rival. He always amazed you. Not just with his intellect or aptitude in his field but with his passion for what he did and how he lived his life.

It was him who instilled in you the desire to travel and find the answers to the world and humanity through travel, languages, literature, and love. He believed we were all connected through those three things and through those things could we better understand each other. He and these trips were probably the reasons you’d decided to transfer colleges and switch majors while tacking on a few more for good measure. If any little girl ever felt like their father was their hero, you were that little girl. He was yours.

He looked to you, and you took in his appearance with his glasses lodge on his nose bridge and his forehead crinkled from deep thinking. He was no longer a young man, but the years had been kind to him—very kind.

“Understood young lady?”

You rolled your eyes at his faux authoritative tone then sighed, “Dad, I’m twenty-two. I think the days of me being a young lady are long gone.”

“Twenty-one. Your birthday hasn’t come yet. We still have three months.”

“Two months and twenty-nine days, thank you,” you corrected.

He scoffed then shook his head. “You have your whole life to get old Calliope. Don’t rush it. One day you will be my age thinking where the time went.”

“I can take that as long as I am exactly where you are in your career,” you replied.

He smiled and put the papers in his hand down. “As long as you remember career isn’t everything. Living is most important.”

You thought about his words for a moment then continued applying your lip color. A silence that stuck for a few minutes befell the room. Once you were satisfied with your bold makeup application, you stood.

“Where are you off to tonight?”

“There is this lounge I wanted to check out before we left. It’s supposed to be real chill.”

“Ah, a lounge. All right, just remember our flight is tomorrow at five, and you cannot be late,” your father drilled.

“I know dad. I won’t be late.”

You readjusted your dress, smoothing your palms over the thin creases your sitting had created, then walked to your purse. Beside it, the vase of vibrant colored hibiscus flowers caught your eye. You traced your fingers along a delicate petal and plucked a red one out of the mass to arrange in your hair just behind your ear. Pleased with how it complimented your dress and the exotic look it gave you, you nodded to your reflection. When you got to your father you kissed his cheek.

“Don’t work all night dad. It’s our last night here. Who knows when you’ll be back. Take some time to smell the desert air.”

He sighed and looked up and through the panoramic window before him. No doubt the desert was calling his name.

“Don’t wait up,” you whispered before you scurried to the door.

“Don’t drink too much,” he called out just as you closed the door behind you.

You planned on drinking too much, taking part in some of the unspoken draws of Morocco, and dancing until your feet hurt. This was your last night of fun before the next chaotic and rigorous stage of your life began. You didn’t expect to have any free time to accompany your father on his work trips for the foreseeable future. As you waited for the elevator to open into the lobby of your hotel you took a quick selfie with the gold backdrop of the elevator wall. That and the warm lighting only enhanced your look.

By the time the elevator opened, you’d posted your selfie with a simple caption of red-painted kissy lips and a hibiscus flower. Less was more after all. As you walked across the lobby, you felt eyes flit toward you. You received several head nods and pleasing smiles that said the look was much appreciated.

“Can I get you a car ma’am?”

One of the hotel valets stood outside in his red and gold uniform waiting for your reply.

“How far from here is Shaida?”

“Hm, maybe a fifteen-minute walk or a five to eight-minute car ride.”

You weighed your options while looking up and down the street. The night was beautiful, the weather divine, and part of you wanted to take it all in.

“If I may ma’am, I suggest a car. After a two-minute walk, the heat will make it impossible to not sweat.”

You smirked then shrugged. “You might be right. Thank you.”

He stretched his arm out and seconds later a black car pulled up with one of the hotel’s drivers behind the wheel. The valet opened the backdoor for you then waited as you climbed in.

“Enjoy your evening ma’am.”

You thanked him just as the car pulled off. Settling into the seat you kept your eyes glued to the views that passed the window. Morocco was a favorite destination for you. This was your eighth time coming and each time still felt new to you. The truth was, Morocco held a special place in your heart, it was the land of your maternal side. Your father had met your mother twenty-seven years ago while he was fresh out of grad school while studying for his doctorate. He’d always said she opened him up to a whole different view on life. It was a view that influenced everything he did after meeting her whether it was professional or personal.

The savory scent of street foods cooking all around you made you moan and your stomach rumble, but you ignored it not wanting to get sidetracked. Only a few minutes passed, and the driver was pulling up to the entrance of the lounge. From the looks of the street, it didn’t look like it was a well-known place because it was so nestled off of the beaten path, but you didn’t care. After thanking the driver, you stepped onto the sidewalk and walked the few remaining feet to the door. Standing outside was a man dressed in street clothes with a makeshift bandana wrapped around his head. He looked you over once then averted his eyes back to scoping out the street.

Once you stepped inside you realized that the exterior looks were deceiving. It was a full house. The heady scent of flowers, incense, smoke, and a mixture of snacks hit you like a train and you immediately felt transported to a different time in history. The hypnotizing sounds of an Arabian Flute and the Bendir played cohesively together to make you feel like could have been transported back to the time of King Idriss of the Idrisid Dynasty.  

As you walked through, you scoped it out impressed by the sultry red décor that screamed both royalty and sin and taken aback by how smoky the place was. It didn’t take long for you to feel as if you’d made the right choice for the night. Finding a place at the bar you sat and adjusted to the vibes of the establishment getting lost in the music. You understood now who the man outside was, he was a scout. This was one of the few places one could come and enjoy Morocco with a touch of both modern and ancient. A man passed you puffing from a tube and from the scent of the smoke you knew the risk this place was taking. Hash.

“You have the distinct look of both a tourist and a local.”

You spun around to the woman behind the bar whose curly hair must have been the envy of everyone she knew. She had a mischievous smile that only highlighted her kind eyes.

“I guess I can be classified as somewhat of both,” you said.

The woman took you in a bit longer, fully assessing you.

“Ah, I see. Our blood flows through you but you are American.”

You smiled and nodded.

“In that case welcome. Blood is what matters here.”

She took a glass down and poured a clear liquid into a glass then placed it in front of you.

“What is this?”

She didn’t look as if she were going to answer so you did the only hospitable thing—knocked it back. Instantly, you knew what it was, Mahia. This was your traditional welcome.

“Mm, thank you.”

She nodded. “So, tell me, are you here for business or pleasure?”

“Me? Well, the business is done so I’m all about the pleasure.”

The bartender smiled widely and refilled your glass. “Then you have come to the right place. We have drink, music, dancing, snacks if you choose, and—substances.” She nodded to a passing woman who was also puffing from a tube.

“Let’s start with the first three and see where the night takes me.”

She smacked the bar, “I like you.”

She walked off to tend to another customer and your eyes followed and watched her pour another man a drink. Just behind her, you caught sight of a man who seemed out of place but also looked like he belonged. The glass in his hand was almost empty and the way he held it said a lot about him. Where everyone else would hold it fully, with the palms of their hands, he held it with just his fingertips. Nine out of ten people at a bar would hold the glass in the middle, he held it closer to the rim and the icing on top was him holding it with his pointer out instead of his pinky.

You’d been around a lot of men in your life -thanks to your father and his line of work- that you’d taken a large interest in your own life experiences, and you’d come across them all. Men who were meek and soft-spoken because they never fully asserted themselves and preferred for things and people to come to them. Men who were boisterous and presumptuous and assumed everything was meant for them and attempted to claim it all regardless of what anyone else said. Men who were easily overlooked because of their non-threatening disposition, and even men who were hard to miss because of their titillating mix of all of the above.

From the way he held his glass, to the way he sat on the battered wooden stool you could tell there was something different about him. You didn’t know what yet. You watched as he drained the glass, placed it on the bar then tapped the rim while making eye contact with the soulful-eyed lady bartender. She topped off his glass without a word then busied herself with the patrons around her. With the glass firmly between his fingers again he took another long sip while his eyes remained glued to his phone. Your curiosity piqued as an urge to know what he was doing overtook you and you got lost thinking of all the possibilities.

Heavy Arabic speaking drew your attention to your right. When you turned, an attractive man with deep-set brown eyes, a full goatee, and a man bun of lustrous locks. He looked like a blend of an old-fashioned but modern local. His full lips moved again.

“Aljamal almahaliyu.” {Local beauty?}

You smiled. You’d always found the Arabic language beautiful.

“American?” He lifted his brow as a look of uncertainty filled his features.

You snorted and took a sip from your glass.

“Aljamal almahaliyu wulid fi 'amrika,” you replied. {Local beauty born in America.}

The man smiled widely as surprise and satisfaction filled his eyes.

“Your Arabic is very good,” he complimented in damn near perfect English. The only thing that gave him away was his heavy accent.

“And your English is quite good.”

He held out his hand to you, “Deladim.”

You shook his hand.

“Cal.”

The softness of his hands contradicted the ruggedness of his outfit. His clothes said he could have been an explorer, but his hands said he was a masseuse. “Interesting name,” you followed up.

“Well, my full name is Abdeladim, but Deladim is what my friends call me, and Dim is what my lovers call me.”

His words were like a lite tap against your cheek out of the blue, shocking.

“Wow.”

Every time you’d come to Morrocco with your father, you’d been approached by plenty of smooth-talking locals who all thought they could snag an American for the night for their stories with their buddies. You never fell for it.

“Very bold of you.”

You turned your body back to the bar and continued nursing your drink as Deladim continued to give you his best lines. By the fourth line, your eyes slipped to your left to find the same man from before now watching you. His drink was ever present in his hand, but the screen of his phone was now dark. You had his undivided attention. There was something in the way he looked at you, something in his eyes that made you feel like he darted an electric current right through you. Your skin tingled and that slight curiosity about his reading preferences had not transitioned into full-blown wonder over who this man was.

You didn’t know how long you’d stared at each other, but he was the one to look away first and when he did his luminescent blue orbs went right back into his phone. Before he lifted it to his face you glimpsed words. Was he reading a book in a bar?

“Took care of it,” the lady bartender said before you as she nudged her head to your right.

The seat beside you that was filled a short while ago, was now empty.

“A blind man could tell you weren’t interested,” she filled in.

You smiled, raised your glass to her, and took a mouthful of the strong liquid.

A short while later and a handful of drinks, you’d drifted over to the lounging area of the business where men were smoking and chatting up a storm, mellowing out to the soft sounds of Moroccan wooden instruments.  The smoke in the air only heightened the hedonistic vibes of your surroundings and you didn’t mind one bit. Feeling like wanting to take a walk on the wild side for your last night in town, you decided to partake. After a blend recommendation from the bartender, you got comfortable in a slightly secluded corner that was draped in red silk and shadows and lit up the hookah contraption. This was by no means your first recreational excursion.

Upon your first inhale, you moaned gratefully for the choice. Its aroma was similar to flowers but there were hints of fruit and smoked nuts but those did not distract from the strength of the drug itself. You leaned back, closed your eyes, and let everything that you’d been worried about earlier drift away. Nothing mattered, not the looming start date of your third year of college, not the stress of moving from one top tier university to another top tier university in the middle of your degree program, not the double stress of changing said degree program and adding two more on for a full-on double major with double concentrations. You knew the next two years would be your most rigorous and though you’d never admitted it out loud, you were slightly worried you wouldn’t be able to pull it all together.

A few more puffs and your mind was as empty as your glass. Across from you, your eyes met the stranger from earlier, and again his eyes were on you. Under this light and in this atmosphere, you itched to touch him. Seconds away from blurting a likely thirsty comment, you bit your bottom lip hoping that would stop the words. It barely worked; the urge remained.

“You look like you have something to say,” he said.

You instinctively turned to look behind you, but only came face to face with the wall. When you looked back at him, he smirked, lifted his glass then took a puff from his own hookah-like contraption. When he blew out you watched the smoke drift up in a hypnotizing swirl-like spiral. This wasn’t his first recreational excursion either.

“Cat got your tongue?”

His eyes met yours again while you sat there dumbfounded.

“Feeling jealous about it? Would you rather have my tongue instead?”

His smile was wider and again that spiral of smoke escaped. “I don’t know how easy you think I am, but I’m not that kind of man.”

You snorted then giggled unable to keep it in. He sounded like one of those women who used that as a defense to throw the man they were interested in off the fact that they really were that kind of woman -a liberated woman who never needed to make excuses for her behavior and was damn proud of it- but they didn’t want them to know that.

“Then what kind of man are you?”

He didn’t answer right away. He sat there watching you. His eyes roamed over you in the sultriest way, in a way that no others had traveled you. A small flame lit at the nape of your spine that made you sit up even more. Your body was on full alert for something impending, something that would change your life. Was it him?

After a long pause, he spoke, “You’re welcome to find out on one condition.”

Interested, you took a long drag from the tube and slowly swallowed before making an “o” with your mouth to huff out the smoke in a series of o shapes. He softly smiled before sipping his drink.

“What condition?”

His smile stretched. “You have to throw in some Arabic here and there.”

You smiled and that small flame at your spine went up a notch in intensity and location. You patted the seat beside you and waited to see his move. It didn’t take long for him to stand and walk over with his hookah contraption and drink in his hands. The closer he got to you, the more you could make out his outfit. The black appearing jeans he wore had rips at the knees and gave the peekaboo effect showing off his flesh and outlining what looked like slim but strong thighs.

As your eyes raked up his body, the semi-tight white shirt he wore gave you an idea that he either had a six or eight pack and that was when your teeth sank into your bottom lip. He placed the hookah down beside yours then sat in the seat that you’d patted seconds ago. The rush of air gave you your first whiff of him. He smelled like the incense that was currently surrounding you but also musky scents that were so similar to cedar or hickory and a touch of sweetness. It was completely masculine, completely unique to him with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, something different.

“How did you know I was speaking Arabic?”

He smiled, leaned forward, and took another long drag from the Hookah. As he blew the smoke out, he looked at you. “I know and can recognize tens of languages.”

“Do you speak it?”

He shuffled his head then shrugged, “Conversationally. I’m by no means a local beauty.”

You smiled hearing him tease you with what the man from before had called you.

“Cute.”

You took your own pull from your Hookah and allowed several moments to pass in silence.

“He wasn’t wrong though. You are a beauty.”

Your eyes met his but only for a moment before he looked down and into his glass. He swirled the liquid then downed the rest.

“Thank you but I’m sure you must say this to all the girls you meet in underground Moroccan clubs while smoking semi-illegal hash.”

He checked and it was deep, and it made you wonder what his actual laugh sounded like.

“I don’t meet any girls in underground clubs in Morrocco while smoking semi-illegal hash, much less talk to them. You would be my first.”

Your eyes lingered and you couldn’t ignore the thrill that raced through you.

“Oh I do so love exclusivity,” you said while batting your eyelashes.

It was an action he snorted at. A few more moments passed in comfortable silence.

“So, tell me, what is a Moroccan rose doing here? Business or pleasure?”

“Moroccan rose?”

A small shy smile spread across his lips and for a second you didn’t think he would clarify.

“It’s uh—your scent. You smell like Moroccan roses.”

You stared at him surprised he could smell you in a place so filled with so many smells.

“I didn’t know you could smell me.”

“I smelled you since the moment you sat down at the bar. Moroccan roses with a slight hint of hibiscus,” he said nodding to the bud still in my hair. “You’re quite distracting.”

He went right back to puffing from his Hookah as if he hadn’t dropped two very important facts. One, he noticed you as soon as you walked in and two, he found your scent distracting. Those were very good signs.

“Uh—pleasure, strictly pleasure,” you replied.

His head snapped to you, and you glanced at him with a coy smirk.

“I came for a bit of business, but it’s really been only for pleasure. This is my last stop and tonight was supposed to be the culmination of that fun. Sort of like my last hoorah.”

“Ah, a wanderer?”

You leaned back and sighed. “I have been known to wander a bit but not all those who wander are lost.”

The smirk on his lips disappeared and his head cocked to the side.

“Tolkien.”

You smiled and nodded, “A favorite quote.”

He didn’t speak for a few moments, instead, he just stared at you, locking your eyes. The look that flashed across his face made you curious. He looked like he’d just discovered something rare, seen something he couldn’t understand or explain. As soon as the look came, it went, replaced by one of awe.

“Gorgeous chaos, he mumbled in a hypnotized daze.

“What?”

“She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.”

The way he said it made your heart race so fast you could have sworn it was audible over the instruments in the club. He looked as though he were looking through you, either right to your soul or to every little atom that made up your aura and all the stars of your being. In all your years you’d never been looked at like this. He looked at you like the reflection of the universe, and all of the galaxies could be seen through your orbs like he was so transfixed that if he dared look away the world itself would crumble around us casting us into oblivion, like dreams were made of this one moment and his dreams were all about me. Every woman wished someone would look at them like this and right now you didn’t want this moment to end.

“Let not light see my black and deep desires,” he added.

Fuck, you thought. You felt like he’d just cast a spell on you that pinned you right where you were. You watched his hand lift and move toward your face but before he touched your cheek his hand froze. Shaking his head, he dropped his hand while clearing his throat.

“God, I’m very sorry. I don’t know what—what came over me,”

He took a deep pull from his tube and kept his eyes forward. You cleared your throat and took another pull of your hash. “It’s okay. No harm no foul. Let’s just consider the effects of Charles Bukowski and Shakespear. A two-hit quitter.”

“You know those quotes?”

Blowing out the smoke, you nodded, “Yep. Charles Bukowski and Shakespeare, Mcbeth.”

He looked impressed.

“Wow, many would get Shakespeare because he’s a classic but not Charles Bukowski.”

“You shrugged. “What am I say, I’m a total literature snob.”

“All literature or just American?”

“All. The thoughts and writing practices around the world have always fascinated me. Did you know in some parts of the world the style often reflects societal beliefs of love?”

You could feel yourself running to the edge and prepared to jump off it though you remembered the looks most of your exes and flings gave you whenever you went off on a tangent about literature and love. It didn’t stop you.

“Through research and travel I find that though every area in the world relates to love, African and Middle Eastern literature whether novels, memoirs, or even poetry showcase it in such a way that one cannot miss the sentiment of love.”

Without giving him a moment to interject, you continued pointing out things your father had shown you on this trip. Things that were from well over two hundred years ago. You’d spent hours lost in the texts just immersing yourself in what life and love were like then. By the time you stopped speaking and your eyes returned to him, you’d realized you’d done it again.

“Uh--,” you awkwardly began trying to find the words to smooth things over or show him you weren’t so bookworm. However, the words escaped you. Sighing you continued, “I’m sorry I just—do that sometimes. I’ll stop.”

“Don’t ever apologize for your intelligence and passion for learning. A well-read mind is a beautiful mind and yours I can already tell would make many drunk off its beauty.”

He had a way with words—a beautiful, sensual, and sweet way, a way that made you eager to know more about him. A slow smile spread across your lips before you dipped your head feeling the full weight of your self-consciousness.

“Um--.”

“I’m Chris.”

He held his hand out to you waiting for you to take it. After a few moments of contemplation, you took it.

“Cali.”

Shaking his hand, you allowed yours to linger for a bit longer than necessary, as did he. It was your turn to get lost in his eyes, his impossibly deep eyes that somehow in the dark shone bright blue. You both released each other at the same time but your hands rested on the seat between you, so close but so far.

“Tell me more about literature steeped in love.”

You smiled then continued not needing any more of an invite. The next several hours passed with the two of you in an enthralling conversation about literature of all sorts and the differences between cultures, beliefs, and even society. You tapped into your knowledge from your major and all that you’ve learned over the last two and a half years on top of the things you’d discovered while traveling with your father. The more you talked about the topic the more you realized you’d made the right decision in changing your major and eventual career path.

When Chris tuned in and added his own findings and experiences you couldn’t help but sit there mesmerized by his intellect. You’d always had a weakness for a smart man. This man happened to be blessed with brains and beauty—a deadly combination. All you wanted to do when he spoke was listen and pay attention. There was something commanding about him, something that demanded attention.

“Am I boring you?”

“Huh? What?”

He smirked then bit his bottom lip and your eyes dropped to them.

“You’re staring like you’re lost,” Chris explained.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry. I was listening to you just—lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking?”

You looked around the room and realized that there were plenty more people who’d wandered in and the new additions made the club louder. You knew then that you’d been sitting here much longer than you’d thought. You roamed your eyes over him resigning to your fate. It had to have been fate. A man who looked like him, who was your type in every way that mattered, who checked every intelligence criteria box you had and made you want to do such bad, dirty, nasty things too. Talking to him had only intensified your desire for him.

“Highly inappropriate things,” you said before grabbing your freshly refilled glass to take a sip.

“Care to share with the class?”

Resting your hand on the back of the seat, you nudged your jaw in your palm and gazed at him trying to decide if you were drunk enough.

“What if your highly inappropriate thoughts match mine?”

Your belly fluttered. Was he saying that he has also been having inappropriate thoughts about you this whole time? You were at a loss for words and that was rare. His amusement twinkled in his eyes but there was something else there—seduction.

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

His lips quirked before he tipped his glass to them.

“Me?”

He scoffed. “I don’t think I have one seductive bone in my body.”

He had to be kidding. You’d been trying to find one unattractive thing about him for hours, just one and every attempt was a failure.

“I’ve been sitting here with you for the last few hours, and I doubt that very much.”

Chris smiled and under the colored lights, you could have sworn you saw him bite his bottom lip. It was a quick action but done in such a sensual way that goosebumps pricked your skin.

“Have I seduced you, Cali?

“It could be that you have, or it could be these never-ending drinks, or the hash and whatever else is in the air. Who’s to say.”

“See, told you, not one seductive bone in me. You on the other hand--.”

“What about me?”

Chris looked like he was weighing the pros and cons of divulging this information.

“Foreswear it, sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night!”

A giddy giggle escaped you and you clamped your hand over your mouth a tab bit too late. Chris laughed joining in with your laughter.

“Oh my god,” you said before an abomination came out of your mouth in the sound of a snort, straight-up Steve Urkle style.

Horrified your eyes widened but Chris only laughed harder, clapping his hand over his chest. He didn’t look to mind. “Cute”.

As if the compliment was the incantation to opening King Midas’ doors, you slid closer realizing somehow your bodies had naturally drifted closer to one another already. Now he was only a few inches from you. Again, Chris’s hand rose and traveled to you, this time he didn’t stop until he was centimeters from you.

“May I?”

You nodded. The back of his hand touched your jaw softly, then he slowly trailed It up to your ear before turning it so he cupped your cheek. The heat from his palm seared your skin in the most delicious way making your teeth sink into your bottom lip.

“Are you saying my beauty has seduced you?”

Chris didn’t speak at once; he just allowed his thumb to skitter across your cheek in feather-lite touches, but they couldn’t be missed. Your skin tingled, heart raced, and stomach knotted. His effect on you was so instantaneous that you couldn’t help but be confused.

“Cali—I dare say that you have bewitched my mind--.” His thumb slid across your bottom lip.

“--My eyes--.” Now it was pulling your bottom lip down ever so slightly feeling.

“--And my curiosity with far more than your beauty.”

On instinct, you caught the tip of his thumb between your teeth and but down—not enough to hurt though. A deep groan fell from him, and holy hell did it sound sexy as fuck. Not only did your brain think so but so did your body, the evidence was the slickness between your legs. You watched his face drift closer and closer to yours but when he was a few inches from your lips he stopped and waited. You were confused for only a few seconds when it dawned on you, he wanted you to have equal say in how this moment played out. He wanted to know that you wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss you. 

Chris's eyes were on yours searching but patiently waiting. They flited between your eyes and your lips, and you wanted to know how patient of a man he was. As if he heard your thoughts, he smirked.

“I am a very patient man, Cali. I could make you break before you me.”

The cockiness coming off of him only heightened your attraction to him. Any other time when it hadn’t been over six months since you’d been with someone or with any other man that didn’t look like him or think like him you would have enjoyed making him eat those words. Tonight—you’d rather him eat something else. With a smirk of your own, you crashed your lips to his and showed him how much you wanted to kiss him.

Chris moaned on your mouth, allowing you to lead the action. His lips felt at home on yours, a perfect fit, and the electricity crackling through you said they were possibly meant for yours. That electricity is what made you pull back to look at him. Did he feel it too? The look in his eyes said he had felt it and it was having the same effect on him.

“Holy shit,” you said.

A wide smile lit his face and this time both of you took lead slamming your lips together again. His hands were on you in seconds, one pulling you flush against his upper half, the other cupping your skull, holding your head in place as he kissed you senseless and into the most frenzied state of arousal you’d ever been in. You wanted this man—this man you only knew a handful of things about—this man you’d only known for a few hours. You wanted him more than you’d ever wanted anything.

Dipping your tongue into his mouth, you wrapped it around his, but he beat you to what happened next. Chris sucked your tongue in a slow sensual rhythm. With each one, you moaned and with each moan, Chris held you closer. You didn’t know if the rapid pounding against your breasts was his heart or yours and you doubted it mattered. When Chris nibbled your bottom lip, you whimpered and gripped him at his waist, crumpling his crisp white t-shirt. You didn’t know when it happened but when you felt the hard rippled ridges on him you realized your hand had somehow made it underneath his shirt. His body quivered while a shudder slipped from his lips.

“The way I react to you and you to me,” he croaked out, his voice husky, raw, and full of desire. “It’s intoxicating.”

You smiled and tipped your tongue out to trace along his lips. He sat there still letting you explore the taste of him. The more you tasted the more you wanted and without warning, he bit your tongue and sucked it into his mouth pulling you into another soul-swapping kiss.

“Christ! Do you want to go somewhere else?”

You moved your face until there were a few inches between your lips and peered into his eyes. You were met by the same patience, the same self-control but now it was not as tightly bound. You nodded first, then spoke, “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

You nodded again with a smile. “Let’s go.”

Both of you stood and went into motion in unison, him making a move to the bar to settle both of your tabs while you to the restrooms to touch yourself up. A few minutes later, you met him at the door then dipped into a waiting taxi. You got lost in the view once it pulled around the corner to show the darkened beach but when you felt a large hand rest just above your knee at your thigh your attention went right back to where it belonged.

Sitting beside you, he looked like a man who’d made up his mind to seduce you, his eyelashes were low, eyes a mixture of bright blue in color but heavy in headiness. If seduction was a person, he was sitting across from you. Biting your bottom lip, you sucked it into your mouth. Chris’ hand inched higher and higher until it was halfway up your thigh with his fingers kneading the fleshiest part of your inner thigh. A soft moan escaped you.

His reaction was a pleased smile that instantly made you feel shy. Pressing your fingertips to your lips, you turned your head from him to the window and giggled behind it. His fingers never stopped kneading and the more they moved the more you wanted to moan. You liked them on you. suddenly you felt his nose nuzzle your ear.

“God, you’re sexy. I can’t wait to hear that moan loud and clear,” he whispered.

If the eyes of the taxi driver weren’t steadily peeping into the rearview mirror at the two of you, you would have stuck your tongue down his throat. Keeping some equanimity about you; you put your hand on his thigh a few inches from his inseam and squeezed. His groan was guttural and filled with so much yearning your belly did backflips from anticipation.

Before you knew it, the car stopped. Chris thanked the driver, then came around to open your door. With his hand held out, he waited for you to place yours in it. Giddiness took over and you took his hand. He then pulled you out of the car flush against him. You giggled again and allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist as he dropped a teasing open-mouthed kiss to the nape of your neck. He cupped your skull and kept you right where he wanted you as he tasted your neck. You easily got lost in the sensation and the way his lips sent tingles all through you.

“Moroccan rose will be my favorite scent for the rest of my life now,” he mumbled against you.

“Such a sweet talker.”

Chris yanked the back of your neck and crashed his lips to yours, rolling his tongue with yours and nipping at your lips. Moaning you wrapped your arms around him his neck and sagged against him. He began walking backward but he held you tightly never making you feel like you would fall. You felt sand between your toes and that fact was so startling you broke the kiss. When you glanced around you saw the desert before you.

“Oh my god, I thought we were going to your hotel.”

“I didn’t book one. That’s where I’m staying,”, he said pointing off to the right.

A large tent was pitched, and it bellowed with the gentle night breeze.

“A tent? Are you camping?”

“With a view like this, I couldn’t bear to have walls separating me from it. Trust me it’s not as rustic as you’re thinking. Come on.”

Chris took your hand and lead the way to the wood-planked walkway. As he led you, you took notice of the other pitched tents in the vicinity. They weren’t miles away, but they definitely weren’t close enough to be nosey. When you got to the entrance, he unzipped the flap and lifted it allowing you to go in first. When you stepped inside it was like stepping into a little piece of ancient Morocco. This was glamping.

The lanterns around the space were lit and decorative images danced around the roof and walls of the tent. It was beautiful.

“Wow.”

“Like it?”

You nodded. He took your hand again and led you to the back through another flap. To the back, there was a deck, and it showed the vastness of the desert. Where sand touched the sky, the indigo glow was breathtaking. Here the stars were the most visible.

“Wow—incredible.”

You got lost in the stars searching for your favorite constellations.

“Wow, I can see Hercules,” you said pointing out the constellation to the right. “And Canis Major, my god you can clearly see how it resembles a dog. Look.”

Your voice betrayed your excitement. That excitement was how you didn't realize how close he was until you felt his arms wrap around your stomach. His bearded chin nestled in the crook where your shoulder and neck met.

“There is Altair and over there is Vega. Do you know their story?”

You shook your head. Before he spoke again, he kissed a path from your neck to your ear then back down.

“Vega was a celestial princess, one of the goddesses of the sky. That meant she was immortal. Though she was immortal that didn’t stop her from worrying about what everyone else in this world desires--.”

His teeth grazed your shoulder and snapped the thin strap of your dress. With his teeth, he pulled it off your shoulder and then brought kisses back up your shoulder.

“She was worried as it seemed she would live in eternity alone without an everlasting love. Love that she’d watched plenty a mortal obtain.”

He trailed kisses along the back of your neck to your other shoulder and mirrored the same actions. With your straps off your shoulders, the material began to sag off your body. Your skin was cool thanks to the breeze but just beneath the surface you were sweltering, and it was his doing.

“One day Altair, a mere mortal, caught the eye of Vega from her celestial perch. She was so besotted with his beauty and his form that--.”

His large hands slipped a little higher to untie the strings just underneath your breasts. From there it was an easy slide for the dress to fall to your ankles.

“She descended from the heavens to greet him--.”

He turned you to face him then stepped back and slowly looked over your naked body. The heat in his eyes could have ignited sand itself.

“They fell deeply in love. It was a love poetry and plays were written about. A love so all-encompassing, so passionate, so life-altering. They lived every day of his mortal life together until they both retired to the skies to never part for all eternity.”

His voice alone could give orgasms, it was that hypnotizing, that enticing. That coupled with the way he was looking at you in this moment it was impossible to not squirm.

“You give Byron’s words new meaning. She walks in beauty like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies; all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes; thus, mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.”

Fuck, you thought as a fresh gush of moisture dampened your panties.

“You’re beautiful Cali—so beautiful.”

The wind blew but before you could shiver, he was there shielding you, holding you close, caressing your skin tracing a path of fire and desire up your stomach and between the valley of your breasts. When he cupped your jaw, you knew you couldn’t wait any longer. He kissed you softly and slowly teased you. When he broke the kiss, he tailed his lips to your neck and sucked then dipped down. When he stood again, he had you in his arms.

When you felt his lips on your nipple you exclaimed, throwing your head back. If his lips on your neck felt good, now they felt like heaven. As he licked and pleased your flesh, he sat on the reclining chair. With you straddling him, he took your other breast into his hand and kneaded it.

Instantly your back arched; “Mmmm.”

“So receptive of me.”

For emphasis, Chris pinched the nipple that was just between his lips. You sucked in a sharp breath and angled your back further. His hand at your tailbone stopped you from squirming too far. To intensify the sensation, he pinched your other nipple and latched his lips onto your throat.

“Oh god,” you whispered.

“You smell like roses, taste like spun sugar, feel like heaven, but tempt me like a seductress. You’ll drive me mad.”

He licked the swell of your breast and the valley between then shook his head in between your breasts. One second you were relishing the wanton feelings bubbling within you, and the next your fingers were laced in his hair yanking his head back so you could feast on his lips. His moans echoed into the desert behind you enhancing the sultry vibes of the moment you were sharing.

Abandoning his hair, you lifted the hem of his shirt anxious to see the rest of him. Chris sat up, lifted his arms, and allowed you to peel his shirt off. With his chest bare, your eyes dropped and took in every detail. The lite dusting of hair right below his collarbone was inviting. Normally you hated chest hair on men, you found it sloppy and cumbersome especially when it ended up in your mouth. With him, right now it was anything but. Unable to help yourself, you plastered your hands over his chiseled pecs and smoothed your fingers over them. He looked like he worked out every day.

The myriad of tattoos that were scattered across his chest and abdomen made you do a double take. You hadn’t expected it at all. Sinking your teeth into your bottom lip you resisted the urge to rake your nails down his chest.

“Your eyes are glazed over, you okay?”

Embarrassment washed over you and you blinked away from his chest to his true blues.

“Perfect,” you said before kissing him again.

Seconds later, Chris stood holding you against him carrying you inside. When you felt the mattress underneath you, you perched your legs on the bed and watched him stand before you. His eyes roamed over your body again and it was like he was looking right through you.

“Did I lose you?”

He scoffed. “Not a chance, sorry I zoned out for a second.”

“Ah, not doing it for ya’ huh.”

“What? Are you kidding me? Have you seen yourself?”

He grabbed your ankle and pulled you closer to him at the edge of the bed. Keeping his hand on you, he brought your foot to his lips and kissed the bone just there. He then led kisses a little way down your leg while his other hand swirled a path along your leg. Every few kisses, he bit your flesh making chills race through you.

“Have you heard the thoughts your brain forms? God, I don’t think I have ever been this attracted to someone in my life. I’m not just attracted to your beautiful face or your incredibly sexy body.”

His lips were now at your inner thigh, and you watched him sink to his knees before he kissed that bone right beside the most private of your body, just where your thigh and pelvis met.

“Mmm.”

Chris then draped one of your legs over his shoulder while pushing the other down flat against the bed.

“This devastatingly sexy body,” he repeated before he placed a kiss at the top of your mound. “I’m attracted to your mind. This entire night I haven’t been able to help the thoughts I’ve been having like we’ve met before--.”

He hooked his fingers in your thong.

“Spoken before--.”

He pulled the material slowly down your hips then legs, then tossed it behind him.

“Touched before, kissed before.”

With that, he dropped an open-mouthed and sloppy kiss on your clit.

“Uuugh, fuck!”

“This can’t have been the first time I’ve done that.”

He led small kisses across to your pelvis then inner thigh and back again. Every kiss made you squirm, your back arch, and your fists ball the fabric on the bed.

“Are you talking about previous lives now?”

“Maybe.”

You bit down on your bottom lip then angled onto your elbows.

“Careful sounds like you’re awfully close to saying something as cliched as destined mates,” you teased.

He smirked.

“Cliched? Would I be wrong?”

Before you could answer, he delivered a long stroke of his tongue across your sex stopping any thoughts much less words. Your gasp echoed around you as you slammed your back to the bed. With your fists balled beside you, your thighs raised trying to press together to deliver the pressure you needed. However, they didn’t meet. Chris pushed them back to the bed keeping you wide for him.

“What was that Calli? I couldn’t quite hear that.”

You opened your mouth to speak but again his lips found your folds. The slow but precise flicks he delivered make goosebumps freckle your skin as if it were cold trying to preserve its heat when in truth, your body was on fire and steadily reaching the point of combustion.

“Ah, you sighed when he sucked your clit nether lips into his mouth fluctuating the pressure he gave you. When you felt the tip of his tongue dip into your entrance your hands abandoned the sheets and grabbed hold of his hair keeping his head right there.

The feel of him dipping his tongue in and out of you felt so good. He started slow and gradually sped up before he swirled his tongue within you. He slurped and you nearly levitated off of the bed.

“Mmm, you taste incredible, Calli.”

With your nails dug into his scalp, you held tightly to his hair as you felt the beginning stirs of your orgasm. Fuck, already, you thought in pure shock. He’d barely begun. Sure enough, without warning your crescendo came and your grip tightened before your thighs trapped his face between your legs with his mouth just where you needed it.

“Oh my god! Oh god, oh god, oh god! Yesss!”

Chris moaned as he pried your thighs open. Feeling bold and strong from the orgasm you were still riding, you tugged at his hair urging him up. As soon as he was close enough you kissed him, swirling your tongue with his tasting yourself. The distraction was enough to make you roll onto him to straddle his body.

“Mmm, you’re right I do taste good.”

Chris’ grip on your hips tightened as he groaned and kissed you fiercely, stealing whatever breath you had left within you. Pulling away, you traced kisses down his jaw to his neck. His hand slinked down your back to grip your bare ass. It was such a strong grip that you gasped, then groaned when you became wet all over again. You sank lower and kissed his tattooed chest, taking care to tease his hardened nipples. Every groan, moan and fluctuation in his breathing fueled your desire for him making you want to please him even more.

When you made it to his waist you began undoing his belt, then his pants. Within seconds, you had them undone but before you could make the move, Chris flipped you onto your back and crashed his lips to yours. Not having it, you rolled right back onto him but again he flipped you onto yours. The two of you giggled together realizing that neither of you was going to have your way with this one and someone had to yield.

Chris caressed your cheek and gently kissed your lips leading a path of soft kisses down your body. You watched as he trailed the flower that had been in your hair down your flesh. Everywhere it touched goosebumps appeared and everywhere it went it left behind a trail of yearning. He rotated the bud around your nipples, then slowly brought it between the globes of your breasts. When he went down your stomach, he went around your belly button taking his sweet time knowing that every second only made your desire burn hotter and hotter. He then traced the flower to your core, making you flinch.

“Sensitive or hungry?”

You groaned and sucked your lip into your mouth. He then traced the number eight across your sex. After he finished m

“I could watch your body react to this flower all night,” he uttered eyes never leaving the flower. Once his face dipped down and he found himself right back between your legs, eye level with your sex you reached for him.

“I want you.”

“And you’ll have me but not until I have you screaming my name, writhing and dripping begging for me.”

He didn’t wait for your reply, instead, he buried his face between your legs and feasted as none had feasted before. Your moans spilled from you one after the other at varying decibels. You didn’t care how loud you were being. Normally you got a little self-conscious when you expressed your pleasure. You never felt one hundred percent comfortable with any of your exes or partners and it wasn’t due to any fault of theirs. It just was how it happened. With Chris, right now, you wanted him to know just how good he was making you feel, how much you wanted him.

The flower he held never left your body and somehow, he managed to ravage your clit and folds while circling your breasts and nipples with the flower. Just when you thought you were going to come apart and shoot into the night sky above, he bit your inner thigh while pinching one of your nipples.

“Fuuuck!”

With that, you came again, and again, he slurped every single drop like it was the most precious commodity.

Chris then rose and stood in front of you. His pants were open showing off just a smidge of the snug-fitting black boxer briefs he wore. You gave him your full attention as he removed the remainder of his clothes. As the pants dropped, you sunk your teeth into your bottom lip still picturing what he had hidden behind those things.

“The way you’re looking at me is only making this harder; harder being the operative word,” Chris said.

Your eyes dropped to the prominent bulge at the juncture of his thighs. Your tongue snaked out to slide across your lips anxious for him. Chris groaned then tore the underwear off revealing all of him to your eager eyes.

“Wow,” you marveled.

He didn’t move, he stood there allowing you time to take him in, and take him in you did. He was buff, but not in an overly done way, in an everyday guy who was active in his life way. The tattoos on his skin only added to his sex appeal.

“Like what you see?”

You smirked and dropped your thighs back to the mattress and just as expected his eyes fell to just where you wanted his full attention.

“I bet I’d like what I feel even more.”

Chris chuckled, shook his head then stalked toward you. With ease, he nestled himself between your open and welcoming legs and bit your nipple before lowering the weight of his body on you.

“I felt you liked to tease, but I see teasing is just the tip of the iceberg, huh?”

You felt the thick, heavy mass pressing against your sex and you could barely hold yourself back from bucking up against him. His groan was rich, and it sent such a thrill through you. You couldn’t believe you had this strong an impact on someone and that he was freely letting you see it. It’s like he wanted you to know that you had him wrapped around your finger.

Chris softly kissed you once, then twice. Each kiss gave you a glimpse at something deeper, something tender, and sweet. He could be a seducer but that wasn’t all that he was. You rolled onto him again and kissed a trail down his sculpted frame taking care to kiss all the parts of him that tempted you. You kissed each nipple, raking your nails through the dusting of hair on his chest, each defined ab, and his obliques where those mouthwatering indentations resided. At the touch of your lips on that part of him, you felt a heavy thwack against your chin. Glancing down, you saw the offender. Up close you took notice of the violent veins protruding along his shaft and the thick and swollen head that glistened with a long drop of his desire.

“Planning on drawing it?”

“I could if it would make you harder.”

Chris scoffed. “Honey, I don’t think I could be any harder right now.”

“Open for debate,” you replied before tipping your tongue out to lightly swirl around the bulbous head.

He groaned long and loud while arching his head back. The veins in his neck bulged showing you just how desperately he was trying to cling to control. You repeated the action a few more times before you sucked his tip into your mouth applying more than a little pressure.

“Christ!”

You moaned. He tasted like mint and something else—vanilla maybe. Whatever it was, you were sure it was a taste unique to him and a taste you found subtle enough to enjoy. Slowly, you dipped your mouth lower and lower taking half his thickness before you sucked up. His hiss and the slight miss of his hands as they aimed to the top of your head no doubt to hold you in place told you everything you needed to know. He was open. You licked from the base to his tip like he was your favorite flavor lollipop. Another groan was your reward.

“Do that again.”

You licked him again. “That?”

You knew that wasn’t what he meant. The muscles in his jaw jumped then his Adam’s apple bobbed.

“No,” he struggled out.

You smirked and dipped your mouth over him again this time taking him a little further until you felt he was close to the back of your mouth. Chris groaned and fastened his hands on your head keeping your head there trapped. You moaned on him and without warning, he brought your head lower so you took him deeper. With him nestled right where he could feel the vibrations most, you moaned again. His grip loosened as he pulled you off of him.

“Fuckin’ ‘ell. I swear ta gawd, you’re gonna make me cum right now.”

You could pick up an accent and it was the hottest thing you’d heard. He wasn’t the only one that was close to coming.

“Your mouth feels incredible.”

Feeling bold, you took him into the mouth he liked so much and showed him incredible was the beginning. By the time you were finished with him, you’d have him listing off every synonym of the word. As you pleased his flesh, every hiss, gasp, moan and groan became more and more desperate, more and more emphasized and the more he lost control, the more powerful you felt. That didn’t mean that giving him pleasure meant you felt none. You were so turned on it took everything in you to not drop your hand between your legs to inch yourself to the release he was creeping up on.

Quicker than lightning, he’d flipped you onto your back and pressed your thighs apart making enough room for his bulky body and stealing your breath in the process. The way he looked at you as if you were his prey and he the predator only made you want him more.

“Fuck,” you whispered out.

“If you insist.”

His lips pressed to yours and his tongue swirled with yours. The man was a kissing connoisseur and magician, and this was the way he cast his spells—this was the way he bewitched. When you felt the tip of his intrusion brush against your inner thigh you shook and immediately felt embarrassed. Chris’ smile was soft.

“The feeling is mutual, believe me.”

He kissed you once, twice then a third, and on that third kiss, he joined your bodies in one slow, torturous, and impossibly delicious feeling thrust. Every inch he filled you with made your back arch and every arch pressed your breasts onto his hard chest. Chris tore his lips from yours first then buried his face into your neck and whimpered.

“Oh—you feel--.”

It was a sentence he never finished—not with words. Instead, he shuddered into your ear and let his body mirror it with a shiver. With him buried to the hilt, you felt impossibly full, but you still wanted more. Wrapping one leg behind him to rest at the crest of his ass, you lifted your hips to meet his next thrust. The movement was unexpected and his snapped to yours. With your eyes locked, you clenched around him and circled your hips.

“Fuck!”

Chris pressed one hand to the bed and brought the other to your throat, but no part of his grip hurt. It was the motivation he needed to speed his movements. With every connection, your breasts jerked, and every retreat your leg around him tightened as your muscles.

“Uuugh, you’re going to kill me gorgeous,” Chris croaked out with every thrust.

“Then return the favor. I think death by fuck would be a good way to go.”

His eyebrow crooked and you saw the moment something shifted within him. His jaw twitched and then with his next bruising thrust he clasped both your wrists in one of his hands and pressed them above your head. From then, his thrusts became rougher, harder and so damn wild. The pattern her set was one of chaos and your body responded to it. He kept you guessing, needing and whimpering until you were sure that the other tents nearby could hear just what was going on and you didn’t care. You hoped they were listening.

No matter how you tried to free your hands to touch him, it was no use. He held you right where you were taking everything he wanted while giving you just as much. Soon, the pit of your stomach tightened, and your legs trembled, you were close and the grin on his face said he knew it.

“I think death by multiple orgasms sounds like a better way to go.”

Chris thrusted forward hard then circled his hips sending you over the edge. You screeched and allowed your body to shake as it wished. You had no control over it, he did. You panted and bucked against him needing more and having too much all at once. When his thrusts continued, he’d released your hands and grabbed your thighs keeping them apart and you slightly elevated in both his strong arms. This new angle told you that you’d be crashing over the edge in seconds.

Sure enough, you came again and again with him showing no mercy nor giving you any reprieve. Instead, he changed the pattern again, slowing things down. The sudden change sent your body into hyperactivity and your hips bucked again. Chris groaned and moved his hands to your hips. He held on to you like he was riding a bucking bronco trying to control you. With a groan that sounded so close to a growl, he pulled out of you then flipped you onto your stomach and sheathed himself once again.

“Aaaah! Fuck, yes!”

The action was so quick your head spun but not for long. When you felt his hand at the back of your neck and the other coming down on your ass you lost your shit.

“Oh god—Chris.”

“Mmm. Still sound like a good way to go?”

He dropped his lips to your back and kissed a path along your spine until he reached your shoulder. Once there, he sank his teeth into your flesh. You dropped your head back and for the first time, you noticed that this particular part of the tent was see-through, and it gave you the perfect view of the stars. As another orgasm claimed you, you felt yourself transcending to touch those stars. Chris slowed his movements and brought his kisses to your jaw, then your lips. This kiss was different, it was languid, teasing, but filled with longing. It was a different longing than before; it was a longing for more time.

“You’re perfect, Cali,” Chris mumbled on your lips. “So fucking perfect.”

Your belly fluttered. Mustering all your energy, you pulled from him, then pushed him onto his back. He stretched his arms behind his head with a wide smile as if he couldn’t wait for the show. You stood on the bed giving him a full view of your body then stood over him legs wide enough that he could see just what was in store for him. As he licked his bottom lip you saw a spark of worry in his eyes.

“Scared?”

Smirking he stretched his body and groaned. “Should I be?”

“I don’t know. I could do whatever I want to you.”

“I’m counting on it.”

His cockiness was too damn attractive, and you couldn’t believe you liked it. Scoffing, you lowered yourself over him. His eyes dropped between your legs and watched with bated breath. He looked like he was mumbling an incantation in his head drawing your body to his. Just before you sank onto him, you stopped hovering just out of reach. Chris groaned then cracked his neck.

“Are you afraid?”

“Not at all.”

“Then sink that gorgeous, deliciously tight pussy on this cock.”

“No please?”

He smirked.

“Oh, so you want me to beg.”

“Are you above it?”

Chris brought one hand to his mouth, licked his thumb then brought it to your clit. The first stroke was feather-lite.

“Mmm.”

“Are you?” He dipped his thumb lower swiping your slit coating his finger before bringing it back to swirl around your bud. You moaned again but made a silent vow to not give in.

“Try as you will, I guarantee you will not hear me beg for anything.”

“No?”

For emphasis he gently pinched your clit sending a sharp electric charge through you and right back to your sex. Unconsciously, you dipped lower, your folds brushing the tip of his cock. You both groaned at the same time, both bucked your hips together, but you were the one to rise back up.

“Stubborn huh.”

“More than you know. However, I would have mercy on you if you said the magic words.”

“What words may they be?”

His finger was now going back and forth and round and round in a synchronized show of skill. It was becoming harder and harder to resist. You wanted him to fill you as much as he wanted to be nestled in your heat.

“Please—take this—dick.”

Again, your body dipped lower and brushed his tip. This time you didn’t lift up, instead, you rocked your body back and forth like a wave coating his bulging appendage. With each swipe of your sex, Chris softly grunted and subtly lifted his hips. You didn’t know if it was an involuntary movement or if this was a ploy.

“God, you’re so wet for me, Cali.”

“Mm-hm. Dripping.”

His finger sped and you knew you were close. You just hoped he gave in before your body betrayed you. Circling your hips, you took a few centimeters of him giving him the impression you were giving in but when his hand came to your waist you lifted up denying him the satisfaction. The groan he let out was one of frustration. You saw the veins in his neck protruding and wondered how much longer he could hold out.

“Still so tight,” he whispered.

“Do you want to stretch me out?”

He scoffed, smirked, and angled his head back.

“You are playing a dangerous game, Cali.”

The authority in his voice made you straighten your spine. He sounded like he often gave orders, and you wanted him to command you.

“This dangerous game has consequences. Can you afford them?”

“Like?”

The pressure he applied to your pearl increased and you knew your face betrayed how much you liked it.

“Loss of voice, sore muscles, raw throat, inability to sit properly for a week or two, among others.”

“What about the consequences for you? Can you afford them?”

“Such as?”

“Inability to think of anything else but this tight, dripping pussy, hallucinations of seeing me everywhere you go but when it isn’t me wishing it were, daydreams that take you back to this night for months on months, frenzied wet dreams every single night, and the fate of inadequate self-pleasuring where it never is good enough because it is not my hand, my mouth, my tight delicious pussy. Your punishment for tonight will be a lifelong one. Can you afford the price of your pleasure?”

He looked at the end of his rope like he was about to release the beast any moment. His jaw ticked, throat bobbed, and breath shook.

“Cali—please—take this dick so I can fill you and stretch you so perfectly that weeks from now you will not be able to have another because you will only see my eyes.”

As the victor you dropped onto his cock, taking him fully into your body and loving every second of it. Chris grunted then gripped your hip. He didn’t move you though, he wanted you to take control. You instantly set the pace bucking against him with quick swipes. Chris sucked in a breath and watched you move, in complete awe. Rather than sticking to one pattern, you swirled around him before you began bouncing on his hardness.

“Fuck!”

He matched every move you made with an upward flick of his hips. Every time he did it, it threw you off until you’d stopped moving completely and allowed him to jackhammer up into your core.

“Fuck! Chris, yes, right there. Oh my god, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me—cum with me.”

His thrusts became more and more aggressive and the sharp twinge of pain at your hip from his fingertips said you’d have a bruise to remember this night. It was a bruise you wouldn’t mind. Chris sprang up, held your hips more firmly, and rocked you against him as he fucked you. You could tell by the glazed look in his eyes that he’d lost control and was chasing the same thing you were—a release.

“Yes, Yes, God Cali.”

Your eyes locked and you felt the same longing he did. If only tonight wasn’t all you had.  Before you knew it, you’d crescendoed over the edge pulling him with you. Both of you rode the wave of pleasure that kept producing sparks of fire and thrill straight through you making neither of you want to break apart. You kissed him allowing everything you were feeling to spill into him.

If tonight was all you had, then you would take it and press it to memory.

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Office secret

Character pairing: Elijah Mikaelson x You (Female reader

Word count: 2662

Warnings: Smut, 18+, NSFW, Secret, Office sex, Oral female receiving, F word, Slight manipulation, Light teasing, Fluff, Slight possessive behaviour, Pussy play, Fingering, Multiple orgasm, Tongue fucking, Pet names, Aftercare, Light feel of Dom/Sub, Praising, Fast penetration,

Author's Note: Since money doesn’t grow on trees and still wanting to give each other a Christmas gift, we decided to write each other a story based on random photos that were provided by the recipient. So this is my Christmas short story for @ajs-playroom-you-may-enter

All mistakes are my own.

Moodboard is my own creation.

Disclaimer: This fiction is not to be used or translated without permission. Reblogging is allowed directly from this post.

Summery: Elijah is your boss and together you have a secret.

>>> Happy Holidays and Happy New Year Babes. Thank you for being the best support I could ever wish for. And for being my sister by heart. Love you always and forever. <<<

You were in over your head since you had agreed to plan the office Christmas party, on top of doing your daily job. You hadn’t anticipated that you would meet so many obstacles, the date of the party was now only two weeks away and you heard some of your colleagues, that had everything together, talk about how they planned to nail the Boss or his brother. You mostly kept your thoughts to yourself because you had learned the hard what could happen if you spoke about who you liked. You were lost in throught looking through a website that had decent prices for both food and catering then you heard that velvety voice by your ear.

“How’s my favorite woman doing?” You blushed looking up into his beautiful deep brown eyes.

“Elijah! Stop that, you probably call every woman you meet, ‘Your favorite’.” Nudging him slightly still blushing.

He chuckled and winked at you. “Only my favorite, love.”

He walked all the way into your stall now and leaned against your desk. “How’s the party coming together, Y/N?”

You looked at your to do list and bit you lip. “It could have been better.”

He reached for the paper and took it before you could stop him. He looked at the paper and lowered it just enough to look at you with a raised brow. “It. Could. Be. Better… Really… You’re only missing music and food!”

You snatched the paper from him. “Do you have ANY idea how difficult it is to find music and food in December? It’s a freaking nightmare!”

He smiled his charming warm smile at you and whispered, “Get a bunch of pizzas and a jukebox”

You looked at him like he had just fallen from the moon. “You can’t be serious!” and he let out aloud as he pushed of the desk again.

“Alright, as you wish, love. I believe in you, Y/N!” squeezing your shoulder lightly as he left you stall and headed to his office.

…………

Moments later, three of the ‘model’ looking colleagues of your hung over the wall of you stall. “HOW the fuck do you do it….” One asked, another continued “Like how…” and the shortest finished “you’re… so ordinary!”

You breathed in deeply and looked at the last one. “Why Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Closing the folder and looked at all of them as you stood up. “Maybe it’s because I’m ordinary, that’s how I do it.”

Staring down the last one as you walked past her. And headed to the copy room with your head held high.

On you way back from the copy room you received a text. “Y/N, come to my office now… please.”

You frowned a little unsure why, looking up from the phone you saw him in the office doorway looking stern. “FUCK!” you whispered to yourself because he looked so fucking hot. Squaring your shoulders, you headed over to him.

“You wanted to see me, sir.” You could see he was fighting back a smirk behind the stern look.

“Do I ever, Ms Y/L/N” Once inside he shut the door behind him and looked at you as he walked close to you cupping your face pressing his lips against your lips kissing you deeply.

“Mmm, I wanted to kiss you the moment I walked in, Kitten.” His whispered against your lips.

You were holding onto the sides of his shirt and breathing in his scent. “I wanted you too.” You whispered back.

He lifted his head kissing your forehead on your third eye. “Then why do you insist on keeping this a secret?”

You stepped into him embracing his neck. “How do you think this would look.”

He smirked running his hand down your back and cupped your ass giving it a good squeeze. “I don’t give a fuck how it looks, you’re my woman and that’s just how it is!”

You chuckled looking at him giving him a quick kiss. “You’re cute when you get all possessive that this.”

…………

He smirked lifting you of the floor, wrapping your legs around his waist bringing you to his large oak desk placing you on it, kissing your neck deeply, whispering seductively in your ear.

“I could possessive you, claim you right here on this deck, telling everyone that you’re mine and I’m yours!”

You chuckled pushing at him. “As tempting as that would be. That won’t happen today.”

You laughed seeing him giving you puppy eyes and playfully whimpered before smiling. “Okay, Love.”

He sat down in his massive deck chair and pulled you with him as you straddled him, so your skirt pooled around your hips. “Then I want you to go away with me over the weekend!” He demanded.

You looked at him not sure what to think. “I can’t… I still haven’t found the music or food.”

He smirked against your lips and his ran a hand up your inner thigh slipping a couple of fingers past your panties feeling how moist you were, slowly pushing his fingers in you finding your sweet spot as he whispered in a husky voice.

“Y/N, you’ve done enough, I’ll make sure there’ll be music and food.!”

You whimpered against the crook of his neck. “Elijah… Please…” Not sure what you were bagging for.

“Just say, yes, baby… Let me spoil you.!” He whispered in your ear.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he slowly but expertly was bring you to a much-needed climax.

“Okay… Yes… Elijah… I give.” you moaned cupping his face, pressing your lips against his as he brought you to your release.

…………

Both of you were panting with hunger and perspiration on your skin.

“Fuck this... Baby I need you to be a quiet as possible.” He told you and you looked at him with question and quickly realised what was happening when he lifted you back up on the table and ripped your panties off and buried his face in you sex licking you in deep long stroke. Tongue fucking you, nipping your clit only to repeat the thorough treatment, bringing you to another and another climax.

You grabbed his hair whimpering deeply. “Elij… I.. Pleas…. Arrgh. Ple.. Eliiiijaaahhh…” Moaning as you withered under his expert hands and mouth.

After you lost count of how many climaxes, he had engulfed you, you pleaded. “Plea stop, Baby, Sir…. Eli…”

“Breathe deeply love...” You heard Elijah cooing softly into your ear, he had stood up resting his cheat against your, kissing you deeply as he slowly pushed his erect manhood into your love tunnel. “I need you baby..”

You cupped his face feeling tears running down the side of your face. “Daddy, please be gently.!”

His smiled and kissed you softly. “Always, I promise baby.” Thrusting torturously slow all the way in resting against your cervix only to pull back slowly and repeat. This went on for what felt a moment yet an eternity as the same time.

He bought you to three more climaxes before you felt his movements becoming more urgent and feeling him pulse deep inside of you as you felt his release shoot inside coating your insides, feeding you eager womb.

“aagh, fuck” He grunted hooking his arms under your shoulder, kissing you deeply, resting his forehead against yours, smiling deeply looking into your eyes. “Sorry Love..” Half breathing chuckling. “You said no sex at the office.”

You laughed and moaned, still feeling him inside. “It’s interesting meetings you want, Sir.”

He slowly pulled out making you whimper which in turn made him smile.

…………

He held out a hand helping you up. “Come my love, Let’s get you cleaned up!”

You took his hand and followed him to his office bathroom, you took a seat on the toilet seat, gasping at the coolness against your throbbing and well fucked sex. You watch him as he found a washcloth and rinsed it in warm water before kneeling before you.

“Spread your leg, Lovely” You did as told and moaned softly feeling the warm cloth against you sex.

“Tsh tsh tsh. What a mess I made.” He whispered and you giggled. Your eyes meeting and he winked at you.

After he finished cleaning you and himself. He helped you to stand again. No words were spoken, and it felt natural, safe, and perfect.

Walking back out to the office you found your panties, once you picked them up you saw that they were truly ripped apart. “ELIJAH!.. You’ll be the end of my panties!” You said half chuckling half scolding him.

He walked over and took them from you and put them in his pocket. “Easy access for me then.” He said winking.

“I have to go back out there you know…” you looked at the time and saw that you had been in his office for three hours. “HOLY FUCK ELIJAH!!!”

“WHAT?” He asked until he saw the time. “Oh.. Look on the bright side. Problems solved, no one’s out there now.” He said flashing you a grin.

“You’re lucky you’re cute, that’s the smile that got me in trouble in the first place!” You told squinting your eyes at him.

…………

Wednesday evening you got a work message from your calendar. You checked it and saw that you had gotten all of Friday off and Thursday from noon AND from 1 pm there was a private note which informed you that you had a three-hour spa appointment at a high-profile spa that you knew Rebekah visited frequently. Smiling to yourself you texted Elijah

~Thank you for the day and a half off, but you really didn’t have to. ~

Seconds later you got a text back.

~You’re welcome, My Lovely. Yes, I really did have to. It’s a pampering day before we leave at noon Friday. ~

The way he wrote you knew that you would never get him to agree with you, so you replied with a simple text.

~Very well, Sir. Love you. ~

His reply was. ~Good Girl, I love you too… See you Friday. ~

…………

Thursday came and went and the night to Friday you had a hard time falling asleep because the anticipation and suspense was getting the best of you. Elijah hadn’t told you anything about where you were going, not even given any hint with what to pack. The only thing he had instructed you on was not to pleasure yourself in any way because that was and would always be his job, this resulted in you being soaked like you had never be before.

…………

Friday morning you were woken by the smell of breakfast being made and the sound of Elijah humming in the kitchen. You smiled and moaned as you stretched before getting out of bed, finding the one shirt of his you had at your place and walked into the kitchen to see him stand there only in sweatpants and bare upper body, which made you sex tighten, and you had to suppress a moan.

When Elijah saw you, he smirked and mouthed. “Damn, I’m a lucky man.” Reaching a hand, out to you, you took it and smiled as he kissed the palm of your hand. “Good morning my love, are you ready for the weekend?”

You smiled and hugged him. “I suppose I am, only you can truly say if I am.!”

He chuckled and nodded. “Ah, yes. that’s true. then I can say that you are…”

Leaning in whispering to you near your ear. “In more than one way I sense. I can smell your arousal.”

You blushed instantly and nudged him. “Well, you told me not to pleasure myself, so it’s your fault.”

He chuckled “That fault I’ll happily own”

You ate breakfast, not really speaking much in verbal manner but your non-verbal communication was of the charts. Just the way you kept eye contact with each other while eating, or the way his lips pressed against the glass when he drank or the way his fingers caressed the edge of the plate, it was becoming too much for you.

Finally, you were in the car and on your way, you arrived at the airport and entered a private plane and were quickly on your way to your destination, two hours later you landed in Canada and were picked up a private chauffeur that drove you to the destination.

You gasped when you realized that you were going to spend the weekend in one of the glass globes with direct view to the northern light.

“Oh my god!!! Elijah… Are you for real!?!?” Running around the car, you jumped up wrapping both your arms and legs around him. “I love this.” Elijah caught you and chuckled.

The chauffeur laughed as he opened the car door. “Enjoy your honeymoon.”

Not bothering to explain Elijah just said. “We will, Thanks.”

…………

That evening, the fireplace was heating up the room, as you were lying in bed naked, snuggling and caressing, giving each other light massages.

You were on top of Elijah then his eyes gleamed and he just whispered. “My Love… Look.” As he looks slightly past you.

You looked up, to see the most beautiful night sky, with a mix of blue, green, purple-ish colors dancing across the night sky, he moved os you plopped back down on the bed beside him, and you laid wrapped in his arms.

Again, no words were spoken as you laid there in silence only the soft crackling from the fire broke the silence.

After some time had past Elijah move to lay between your legs.

Smiling down at you. “Y/N? Will you be mine?” he asked, and you reached up cupping his cheeks wrapping your legs around his waist. “I’m already your, Elijah.!”

He smiled deeply. “That’s not what I mean…” He said breathing deeply. “What I’m trying to say it…. Will you be my wife?” He said the last part giving an insecure smile.

You gasped and pulled his face to your and kissed him deeply before whispering. “Yes… Yes… Yes… I’ll be your wife, today, tomorrow, always and forEV…Arhhhh” the last part was spoken in a moan as he thrusted balls deep settling there feeling your walls massaging his length, kissing you back hungrily. “I love you, Y/N… Always.”

You wrapped your leg tighter around his waist forcing him deeper inside, he groaned deeply as he slowly started pumping in and out of you gaining thrust as your juices coated his member.

It didn’t take long before you there basking to the first Climax and Elijah had quickly pulled out and buried his face in your sex prolonging your climax with his expert tongue.

After your climax calmed enough, he took your hand “Come, I need you here on your knees.”

You trusted him with your life as you took his hand and followed his lead, and as you stood on your kneed in the middle of the bed Elijah positioned himself on his knees behind you, bringing your back, back against his chest, He trusted up into you this time rougher and more animalistic.

“Arh Baby…” You moaned aloud letting your head drop back against his shoulder reaching back holding onto his hip.

His right arm wrapping around your chest cupping your left breast increasing his speed.

Panting in your ear he spoke words of endearment. “You look so beautiful, Y/N.”, “You feel amazing.”, “You’re my everything.” And as he felt that you were about to climax again, he let go and climax with you coating your insides with his seed.

Panting deeply, he kissed your temple as he whispered. “MY Wife!”

You collapsed back onto the bed and slipped into a deep sleep.

You were the first to wake in the morning and found that he had placed a beautiful sapphire ring on you finger.

Now you truly felt ready for the office to know whom it was that you truly loved and belonged to.

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Using script studio tutorials

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I trust you know that a delegate is a reference type variable that, instead of referencing an object, references a function. In Reflector, you'll find a delegate handler called OnWorldLoadFinishedEventHandler in.

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At that time, our mod can't do anything fancy, because almost none of the interesting stuff is running yet. The parsing XML and calling static constructor stuff will be happen really soon, long before the main menu will show for the first time. We will make sure TS3 actually finds an XML resource for our tunable variable later when it comes to building the package.

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TS3 assigns a value to our static variable, the static constructor of our class will be called, and badda bing we have a foot in the door to get our code running. TS3 on the other hand parses all XML resources, and assigns the tunable values it finds in there to the related variables in the related classes. That is to make sure that everything is in decent shape before the class has to interact with the rest of the world. This rule goes as follows: The first time a static field, property or method of a class gets accessed, the static constructor of that class will be called. We will "exploit" one of these rules to get our script up and running in TS3. Now might be a good moment to explain why we do this. Protected static bool kInstantiator = false I always use a boolean variable called kInstantiator which is a hidden homage to twallan. You can use a float or int just as well as a bool. The "nature" of that field isn't really important. Now add the static constructor and a static field with the Tunable attribute to your class. I am using TwoBTech for my mods, but you must use something else! Don't use someone else's namespace just like that! Afterwards, the code should look like this: You don't want your namespace to clash with an EAxian namespace or with another modder's namespace. Change the namespace and class name to something more sensible.Ĭhoose wisely when it comes to your namespace and pick something that hopefully will be unique.The bare code skeleton VS created should still look like this: Now bring up the actual code file of your project again. To get VS to stop whining about some ostensible errors, close and re-load the project in VS. Change these attribute values to modify the information General Information about an assembly is controlled through the following Add using Sims3.SimIFace and to it and save. When VS first opens AssemblyInfo.cs, it will probably throw lots of errors at you. Double-click on AssemblyInfo.cs to open it.Open the Solution Explorer for your project.I'll explain why we need to do that later in this tutorial. Start Reflector and load the core libraries with it.īefore we look at the actual code, we need to set up the VS project to support tunable values.Create a game-compatible Visual Studio project as explained here: Sims_3:Creating_a_game_compatible_Visual_Studio_project.Sims3Metadata.dll (from scripts.package).Sims3GameplaySystems.dll (from gameplay.package).Sims3GameplayObjects.dll (from gameplay.package).Sims3StoreObjects.dll (from gameplay.package).When done, you must have the following list of libraries extracted to the same folder, with the following names: Repeat steps 3 to 7 for every package listed under step 2.Repeat steps 4 to 6 for every S3SA resource in the package.Choose a sensible folder for the library and save it under the exact name it gives you.Right-click on the resource and choose "Export DLL".Note that S3PE shows some information about that resource in the preview area. In this folder are three packages: gameplay.package, scripts.package, and simcore.package Navigate to the installation folder of The Sims 3 and from there to the sub-folder where the executable is located.Extract the core libraries with S3PE if you haven't already.If you fail to accomplish that, you can't hope to successfully write scripting mods. A game that is properly set up to support scripting mods.A basic understanding of the C# syntax or at least any C-like language.NET Reflector, simply called Reflector later on NET assembly browser/decompiler - this tutorial refers to redgate. Sims3 Package Editor - simply called S3PE later in this tutorial.

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Microsoft Visual C# Express 2008 - simply called VS later in this tutorial.

For today we will make a handy little mod that pauses the game after loading a save game. While getting started is a bit more complicated than for an object mod, the actual coding can be as simple or complicated as you want.

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How Many Secrets Can You Keep | Self Para

Date: Mid March 2024 Featuring: Bob Warnings: None

Roz handles some business while she and Bob share a quiet evening at home.

Roz set her tea down on the side table and frowned at the sub-header on the Swynlake Squire. 

“You see that fairy crown business, dear?” Bob commented as he squinted through his reading glasses at his iPad, which he was using to complete a crossword puzzle. 

“Yes, I’m reading it now,” Roz replied. How had she never noticed that the crown was a fake? It was her job to know these things.

(The answer, of course, was that no matter how sharp her eye was, she did not have the expertise to identify a real fairy crown from a fake one. But Roz still felt that she’d let something slide).

She sighed. It was going to be a late night.

“I know,” Bob replied, assuming the sigh was one of exasperation at the situation. “Why can’t we all get along, huh?”

“Mm-hm.” Roz scanned the article again. One thing was for certain. She was very, very happy that Agent 120 had remained at the Squire. 

She took out her phone and navigated to the locked folder that she used for RAS business, hidden behind an innocuous-looking health app that was activated by scanning Roz’s retina in her phone’s camera. This was no typical iPhone. Of course it wasn’t.

In that folder, Roz could access pages and pages of digital paperwork, as well as comms with HQ and the Swynlake agents. She scanned the paper into the system, then tapped away at a few more text boxes to provide additional context. It didn’t take long for HQ to respond.

The Swynlake team will handle. Send out assignments ASAP.

“Five letter word for deception…”

Alarm shot through Roz, but she managed to keep her expression neutral. “What’s that, Bob?”

“Five letter word, ends in a y…”

Roz exhaled. Ah, the crossword. This was why she knew doing RAS work in front of Bob was a bad habit to be in, even if he hardly suspected a thing. It made her so twitchy.

“Er, decoy?”

“Bingo!”

Roz smiled and returned to her work. The new agent, 113, could assist 120 with research. 202 would take the lead on liaising with the fairies, of course. And 404 would distribute the assignments, as agent handler. It was moments like this when Roz felt connected to the team, even if they knew nothing about her. And she felt like she was good at her job. Sorting through logistics, coordinating details, playing to each agent’s individual strengths, Roz had the many years of experience to do it all well.

She was just about to send the message over when she realized Bob was looking at her.

“What is it?” Roz asked, maybe a bit too sharply. 

Bob frowned. “Never mind, dear.” He switched off his iPad and removed his reading glasses, tucking them in his pocket. “I ought to be getting to bed, anyway.”

“No, what was it?” Roz pressed. Another liability of doing RAS work in front of Bob: she tended to get absorbed in it.

“You’re busy. I understand-”

“Bob, don’t do that, I was just texting one of my girlfriends back-”

“Yes, yes, of course.” He nodded and stood up, waving a hand dismissively. “I figured it out, anyway. It was a new high score. If you can believe it.” Bob did not sound particularly enthusiastic about this. 

Roz’s heart clenched. In moments like this, she did feel a bit guilty. But what could she do? A lot depended on her.

“Right, well-” Roz met Bob’s eyes, which looked very tired now. “I’ll be upstairs in a bit.”

“Alright.”

And then he was gone. Roz pressed “send” on the message and watched the little timer indicate that it had been sent to Agent 404. And then she sat there a little longer, staring at her phone’s screen without tapping anything else. There was nothing to feel badly about. She’d been doing this for over thirty years. It was part of the job. She couldn’t start getting soft in her old age.

And yet, it stayed in her memory, Bob’s tired eyes.

As she settled into bed, Roz gave Bob a quick kiss on the temple. He smiled at her. And Roz thought maybe it was all fine. It always was, wasn’t it?

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Authornim: Tried something different for this one. Let me know what you think.

Tags: NSFW, creampie, cowgirl, blowjob, Dom (?) Minju x Sub M reader, breeding

Contains: extreme graphic descriptions of violence, dark themes, gore, mentions of blood, dismemberment, abuse

This story is based on an original creepypasta found here

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Word count: 9,135

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It was no secret that Kim Minju held one of the most beautiful faces you’ve ever seen. It was pretty much an understatement to call her that word these days even for someone like you. You were unfortunately stuck in this constant cycle of having to attend a small job; dealing with the constant bullshit of your co-workers on a daily basis… it felt like your life could not have been more colourless than ever. That is until the presence of one Kim Minju grazed the office of her presence that you finally had something, some reason to go to work for and something to look forward to on the next day. Having to think of something else of a good motivation rather than just enduring the tiring day to pay for your bills was a nice touch.

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Even though Minju already had that pretty face to go with almost everything, apparently being a beautiful woman in a room full of insecure idiots was the worst thing to have on a job that barely pays enough.

It was late 10 in the morning and you were quite focused on the screen of your desk’s computer when one of your co-workers approached Minju’s workstation. The poor new-recruit that is Minju has already gotten the attentions of her seniors who more interested on finding a flaw on her being, and now they just seem to stop picking on her for the smallest things, even if they were just messing with her for no apparent reason than just attention from the new girl.

“Kim Minju, recheck these, will you?” your arrogant co-worker, Tan, said as you witnessed him hand the folder on her desk with a soft slam. “I think you’ve done your calculations wrong. I can’t work with this.”

“B-but I’m sure that I have c-checked it more than thrice before handing it to you, sunbaenim. I’m—“

“I get that, but it’s wrong. Some of the table data don’t add up. How am I supposed to continue with the rest of my work when I have other things to do than check this? This is supposed to be your job.”

You turned your eyes over and Minju was about to melt on the spot. You can’t help but feel sorry for her. Minju’s rather expressive eyes and brows were on the brink of breaking apart, as this was just another display of your co-workers abusing the newcomer and dumping all of the work for her to take in.

You sighed in perfect silence and approached the ensuing commotion. It’s not like it’s going to get resolved by letting her carry the weight by herself. At this point, it was just the other people finding someone to blame for their laziness, it so happened that it was her who unfortunately had to take the weight with her fresh-out-of-college status.

“I’ll take that, Tan. I’m almost done with my work anyway so squeezing in a little checking won’t take me much time.”

Your co-worker, Tan, could only do so much as gaze back at you in disbelief while you take the folder away from Minju’s desk. You were his superior even by just a little bit, so your word would be much of a heft than his in that company, at least. Any further attempt of reasoning was silenced by a stoic look from your eyes. The message was not that hard to get across as he finally left you and Minju alone.

“T-thank you,” you heard Minju breath out the moment that both of you were safely out of Tan’s earshot. “I won’t mind doing it, but I just have so much to do…”

“It’s fine. You don’t need to check on everything yourself, you know. We have other employees here, so our … friends here have no reason shoving everything to the newcomer, right?”

You never intended that to come out cheesy by any means yet it earned a shy smile from Minju. Whether it was because of your statement that released that effect was no longer important to you.

“I’ll deal with this,” you waved Tan’s folder. “Work hard. Tell me if there’s anything else you need; I’ll be at my desk.”

You shot a good smile at Minju before turning back to your workstation once again. However, because of that quick reaction from you, you never got to see the returning smile that came from a charming lady such as her.

It has always been this kind of set-up on your work for the past month of Minju being employed into your company. Repeated ‘Minju do this, Minju do those’; all for the glory of dumping all the work for the pretty new face in the hopes of getting her attention what a normal person would see as a very weird way. It always bothered you that that was the case, as Minju really never declined any of the work given her in fear of giving off a bad impression on her co-workers. You hated that, even more so that you cannot do anything other than just take the small excess loads from her even if you had things to do yourself.

You might be doing that because you’ve taken a liking to her even one bit, but if that was the case were you really the one to blame when everyone else is treating her as just a clumsy pretty face?

Unlike everyone, you believe in Minju. You believe that she’s just more than a pretty face. There’s more to her than meets the eye.

But unbeknownst to you, it was those small efforts to help her out that made you stand out in Minju’s eyes. Those little things that made her work more enjoyable were all thanks to you not treating her shit just like everyone else. The comfort and security she felt whenever you were around was one of the reasons she wanted to head to work every day, even if it just meant to see you for a small bit. You may not be the most perfectly looking guy, but you sure were fragrant and kind, among other things that made you stand out for her. Sure, there were times where you’d cover for her even if it was unnecessary, but she liked it. In her head, she wanted every little glance she could get from you and she could take what she could get.

She wanted to get close to you beyond the office, even if just friends than co-workers, yet her inner shyness as well as her innate worry about what other people would think of her were crippling her from even trying to do a small move.

Then again, Minju was lucky that the company provided with a good enough reason to talk to you.

It was a small acquaintance party held by the company whenever new employees are welcomed into the ranks. Minju was fortunately one of the many new-recruits that the company you two were under on managed to take and insert into the large corporate ladder. It appeared to her that it might be a good start than just a casual hi and hello that was currently going on you and her. There were no rules in her head as she merely wanted to be closer to you. Anyone without a dirty mind would sure understand why that was the case.

If there’s something that can spring out of that, then it’s all in the bag.

With that thought in mind, Minju spend the following weeks wondering of what else to wear in the upcoming social event, while the thought of having to get your attention lingering on the back of her head.

“See you tomorrow, Minju-yah,” you told Minju the moment that the day ended, just as the windows of the office turned dark from the approaching night sky outside. You flashed the newcomer with a wide smile as you passed her intending to end the day on a good note.

Minju, on the other hand, stood there with her cheeks flaring red. You didn’t seem to mind the absence of reply from her. It only seemed that you were tired or perhaps even a bit hasty on leaving your workplace for the place of solitude of your own. The impact of what happened earlier still had that effect on Minju, and throughout the day he can’t help but steal little glances off of you here and there. God, you were really something else to her.

Well, considering that the company decided to call this day off earlier than usual, maybe it was time for her to give the mall a little visit. There are a lot of things she wanted to change on her appearance and doing an overhaul of a shopping spree is imminent, all for the small goal of getting her noticed by you at the party.

There’s still a lot left to do.

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Minju could not exactly call the post-work excursion to be completely devoid of the thoughts involving you. She wanted you to view her the best for the evening; even though it was just a mere acquaintance night, giving off the best she could offer was equivalent to having no regrets right after. Along with that, perhaps the minimal desire to look her best was for the better of shaving off of the rest of your co-worker’s gullible and seemingly imprudent impression off of her for good.

In fact, there was that desire to completely turn the party over itself. Minju never viewed herself to be as pretty as people make her to be, but for that night she wanted to use it to become someone else entirely.

Minju set out that night gathering things that would help her total overhaul. Her idea was to be as gorgeous as she could be, and so she took the liberty to choose what would help her appearance first. Minju went to various shops, picking the most lavish make-up that she could find. Lipsticks, eyelash extensions, eyeliners… all that she picked up on that night was almost as good as filling up the rest of her empty mirror with how much they were.

Later, Minju went off to find the final piece of her look: a good coloured nail polish that would finish off the look. She stumbled upon a bottle, albeit it was eerily misplaced on a single shelf quite far from the rest of the cosmetic merchandise and discreetly separated from everything else. It might have come as a mistake for some unfortunate employee, but as Minju picked it up and examined it under her eyes, it felt as if the colour was speaking to her. Upon its face bore the simple label: blood.

She was never a fan of the colour yet the deep and blood-red shade of it was calling to her. She knew at that instant that she had to have it no matter what.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but this product does not exist within our database,” the clerk said once Minju placed all of her products for purchase, aptly remarking on the oddly misplaced and mislabelled bottle of nail-polish. “We’ll have to check first where this is from, ma’am; as I haven’t seen this before as well. We’ll have to hold your purchase for a little bit.”

“Excuse me…?” Minju’s tone was different. She became uneasy the moment she heard that from the clerk, having the thought of not letting you see the complete look without that shade made her irritated even in the smallest bit. “Are you telling me that I can’t buy that bottle?”

“We’re really sorry, but there’s no way—“

“No,” she said sternly before giving the clerk a piercing glare. She didn’t know what was going on with her, but there was an obsession to get a product she would not have cared moments ago. Somehow that thought of not completing the look the way she imagined it gave an immense sense of dread, like she was really upset that she could not get that specific polish for herself. It was perfect; it was the perfect thing to finish off the look she had for you and she’d stop at nothing to bring it home.

“Ma’am, we can’t—“

“I WANT THAT BOTTLE!”

Minju’s voice evolved into a soft, threatening growl as she scowled further at the clerk.  Quite shaken with the customer before her, she had no choice but to merely nod and agree before the situation gets works than it already appears to be. In the end, she could not do anything about it anyway, and Minju was able to head home with the mysteriously labelled object that she seemed so obsessed on out of nowhere. Minju wanted it so bad that she had that sense of satisfaction upon knowing that it was finally hers to take.

However, the effect that that strange nail polish gave Minju extended more than just being able to purchase it. Somehow, the thought of impressing you became more adamant in her head. It was no longer just a small thought to get your attention, but became to actually wanting you all to herself. She became greedy to the point that the thought of having you rail her was not even shunned by her supposed pure and innocent intentions. She entertained thoughts she otherwise would have trouble even thinking about

That said, Minju went on off and purchased a revealing black dress that took a complete 180 on her otherwise conservative demeanour, and that was while she was imagining you removing it off of her, of all things that she could think of. She could not explain it either; the desire was there and it was insatiable, not to mention strong. Minju wanted you. No, she hungered for you. That unwarranted need for you seemed to seep from a deeper level that she, herself, has never reached before.

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Days passed and having to see you again on a daily basis only turned Minju more as the date finally approached. She finished gathering most of the essentials, yet everything still required a dry run. There were moments where she would shake herself off of her trance, wondering if this seemingly devilish persona she developed would be worth it in the end. However, with every small glimpse you give her when you check her in-company progress pushed her closer to the edge.

The idea of you gawking and ogling at her once she dons on that perfect dress was just immaculate. Imagining could already make her nether regions slippery, how much more the triumph of seeing you looking at her bare body once and for all.

“You’re heading home early, Minju-ah?” your soft voice caressed Minju’s entire being the moment you two crossed paths at the company lobby. She honestly felt caught right smack in the middle of a crime she was about to commit. “You got plans?”

As much as she seemingly melted in front of you, this time quite worse than ever before, Kim Minju managed to get her act together and gain composure for you. “Y-yes, I arranged for a visit at a local tailor… I… I need something to wear for the acquaintance party…”

And then that gaze.

That fucking gaze that always drew Minju closer to you…

That innocent and concerned look that you gave her turned her on…

“R-right, of course… that’s right about at the end of the week. I got to prepare myself as well; the boss said he made it extra special for all of us, so my plans of going with a casual fit would definitely get me underdressed.”

You fixed your tie just as Minju was busy thinking of a good reply to you.

“Well, I need to dedicate a good day of finding something to wear for that. I got to go, Minju; I still have some work done. Take care going home.”

“Take care…”

She wanted to give you one more glance, but Minju was too fixated on her goal for that evening that she had to ignore that interaction with you. She had bigger fish to fry, and now it was time to put to the test whether everything she bought was as coherent as she thought it’d be.

Later that evening, Minju went back to the flat where she lived alone the moment she decided to move to your city for the job. A couple of twirls in front of her mirror, she finally was able to see a side of her that she never even thought of existing. The tight dress she brought hugged her hourglass figure just as she intended. Even with her untouched hair, the look was immaculate and definitely enticing, hopefully enticing enough to lure you onto her. The dark-red lipstick she wore definitely added to the trick. Seeing this new ‘Minju’ in front of the mirror felt like a trip; gone were the innocent and pure Minju that she had been holding as a good impression since she graduated university, and now she just wanted to use all of her enchanting prowess to get you no matter what, even if it meant being a slut towards you.

Well, with the goal being set, there’s still one thing left to try out.

Strange enough, the thought of having the new nail polish almost equated itself to being with you. Whenever Minju had glimpses of you on her mind, the thought of your reaction to the little liquid on her fingernails was always there. It was an odd feeling to be driven solely by make-up. Odd, but that’s how Minju was feeling since the moment she saw the bottle. There were times that it felt like something living with her, that the bottle was not just there just to exist but rather there for it to be applied to her. It felt like destiny to be with her. It calls to her, even.

With that, Minju moved to apply the bottle to her fingernails and end the temptation once and for all. She held the small bottle in hand, examining the odd design choice of having a single label on the front with the colour of blood. Well, even for Minju’s standards, it was really weird and suspicious. It was quite surprising that she almost fought just to bring it home. It was outrageous to think that even a brand would produce such colour, aptly call it blood despite really having the shade akin to the real thing. What a really bold move.

Regardless, Minju shrugged it off and moved to twist the screw open. A foul, metallic scent immediately escaped from the bottle that Minju almost dropped the bottle in surprise. She set it far from her, having the seemingly pungent scent of literal blood coating the premises of her room.

“What the hell…?”

Disappointment and anger surged through Minju as he covered her nose with her free hand. It was so stupid. Perhaps it was the sole reason why the bottle was unlabelled in the first place; it might be some kids’ stupid joke to put a literal pool of blood and pass it out as a nail polish, Minju falling victim to the trick. The odour was so foul that she quickly moved to place it near the trash bin as she moved to uncover the lid.

However, the moment that Minju set it down, something peculiar happened.

Her disgust for the scent of the liquid quickly wavered the moment she was about to throw it off. Instead of dread, the metallic scent became familiar to her; it was talking to her as if tempting to use it. She could have sworn that she just blatantly hated it seconds ago, yet now it called to her. It might be a theatrical part with the manufacturer to make it exactly like blood, and so there was no harm in trying it on. After all, it was arguably the highlight of her get-up and so it would be a shame to merely throw it off without even trying it on.

Minju sat down and eyed her masterpiece after putting it on. True enough, aside from its odd smell, the polish looked really good on her nails. In fact, it blended in flawlessly if not even made her dress stand out more than it already did. It made her confident as it accentuated every asset she had with her. The curves of her body seemed to have been more defined, whether that was because of the effect of the polish or she just had complete confidence on her looks, but the bottom line was she felt seductive and confident and that’s all that mattered to her. Gone were the moments of the timid, pure and clumsy Kim Minju that most of the people at the workplace knew, you included, and so the person who would attend the acquaintance party would be a totally different person as she turned into an alluring siren. Minju felt so sexy and so powerful; there was definitely no stopping her from getting what she wanted: you.

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The day of the acquaintance party finally came and Minju planned to get late for her grand entrance. Of course, you being the little concerned and kind sunbae wondered where she was considering she acted rather odd given the current days. You didn’t dress up too much for the occasion as well, and now that the so-called acquaintance party was so well thought out that it felt like a company launch, you still felt so under dressed despite trying to compensate with the little time you got. Settling for a simple set of shirt and slacks felt so inferior now that you’re around your co-workers dressed in shiny gowns and dresses.

Where’s Minju…? You wondered to yourself, quite unsure if it was your innate concern for her that was allowing you to look for her, or were it the partial curiosity of what she’d look like in this gorgeous evening? Either way, you wanted to know how she looked like. Even if everyone doubted, you know that Minju would sweep everyone else off of their feet.

You were lucky that you didn’t voice that out, but then again there was the phrase ‘you thought about it too soon’. The moment that you blatantly thought about Minju’s whereabouts, the crowd from the entrance of the venue were filled with gasps as well as abrupt emotion following an ensuing commotion. You, having seated on a round table furthest from the entrance, could not see what was going on. It was only after a couple of minutes that the small crowd parted to give way to a figure. You could barely recognize who she was, but when you did it felt as if the world stopped.

Kim Minju entered the fray dressed on a tight black dress you thought was too revealing for her, yet it did its job well of showcasing her curves as well as the line of her bust thanks to the low neckline of the dress. You were mesmerized for sure; caught in the spell that is Kim Minju, all while she scanned the dimly lit place clearly in search of something, or someone.

For the record, you were the one who believed that Minju would kill and that evening she served the looks that were even beyond your expectations. She was gorgeous, and you know it along with everyone else.

And then, she met your eyes. Even in the decent distance as well as the limited lighting, you were quick to react to it. After all, you were just caught staring at Minju, a person who was supposed to be your junior in the company. It didn’t feel right to ogle at her then and there.

However, to your surprise, Minju made her way towards you and that action earned a lot of eyes heading towards your direction. You froze. That night’s events seem to turn over; who used to be the sunbae now felt inferior on Minju’s absurdly stunning figure, which slowly unfolded itself as she approached.

“Minju-yah,” you mouthed, trying your absolute best not to choke on your own words with the beautiful woman in front of you. “H-hi… y-you look amazing.”

“Hello, oppa,” Minju replied on a tone that was almost akin to a purr, not to mention that she bowed so low that you briefly got a glimpse of her chest through the revealing outfit. “Would you mind if I seat with you for tonight?”

Me…? You thought in clear disbelief, quite not believing that this beauty of a woman would want to sit next to you for the party. You wanted to ask why, yet the chance might get off of yourself. You didn’t want to question her. Apparently weeks of being kind to her finally paid off in a way you never wanted. You agreed and Minju quite happily took the seat next to where you were seated previously.

There might have been a conversation that followed after that, even before the entire program of the party started but you were too fixated on the beautiful woman next to you. Minju had that strong, alluring scent with her as well. You were certain that you have smelled that somewhere only now that she was wearing it made the entire thing more enticing towards you. You had no real explanation how that was even possible. You were under Minju’s aura and her bidding; even including that unwitting desire to obey and please her with all you could.

Was it because of her dress? Was it because of the perfect curves accentuated by her ass and her tits? Was it because everything went so well with her pretty face? Was it because of the fact that she approached you here, of all people in the workplace, to be her ‘date’ for the evening?

You really did not put any much care into that. You cared that Minju had you; that Minju chose you, and you’re ready to take what you could get.

“Oppa,” she whispered the moment that your two table-mates were far from earshot to get some drinks. “Please meet me outside. I’ve got something to tell you.”

Her voice cut you open like a speeding bullet; her bare seductive tone sent shivers down your spine. You didn’t even count the fact that she slid her hands over your thigh as she left you there, puzzled yet yearning for more with the perfect tease.

You blindly followed Minju after giving a short window and headed off without paying any mind with the rest of the people that attempted to ask where you were headed to. You were intrigued with this sudden development that you wanted to see the end of it.

It took a bit of while to find where Minju wandered off to, yet it was not that hard to navigate the company’s premises as you promptly found her standing on a barely lit hallway a couple of floors from below the party. Thankfully, it was located far from the venue that even the music was barely even audible. Quite unsure what she asked you all the way out here for, you approached her waiting figure as she leaned against the wall, her figure in perfect angle of the light that it gave a really imposing visage.

To your surprise, the moment you approached Kim Minju, she was all over you. Minju immediately grabbed you and pinned you against the wall, resting the rest of her weight to prevent you from escaping. Her hands wrapped around your neck as she reached to plant torrid kisses on your lips, feeling the soft sensation of her lips against yours for the very first time. The surprisingly fruity tinge that emanated from her lips caught you off guard thought Minju barely even gave you time to be surprised. She wrapped her hands around your neck and soon felt her tongue probing into your own mouth.

“M-Minju—“ you tried to console her but she was too in control of the situation, so much so that you felt your lips once more attacked by her own. As if pinning you against the wall was not enough, Minju hiked her thigh up against you, something of which you returned by holding it for support.

The pair of you passionately made out in the unoccupied hallway with sloppy kisses ending on a noisy pop. You would not have cared either way. One hand was on Minju’s tight waist and the other on her leg while you frenched. You got her then and there even if it was not even a plan to get kissed by Kim Minju on that evening. However, something came over you. There was a sudden impulse of fight or flight and it took you a good bit of strength to give Minju a slight push, separating you from her. All it did was to part you both, but with the evidence of mutual hitched breaths as well as sweat beading on both of your foreheads, it was obvious that neither of you wanted to stop.

“What’s the matter?” she asked. You simply pointed towards a location on the dimmer part of the hallway.

“We shouldn’t do this here, Minju. Cameras… we might get in trouble.”

“I don’t care,” she mused before planting her lips once more into yours. “I want you.”

She was strong and you didn’t even expect that kind of strength to come from her. You can barely even move as she devoured your lips then and there.

“M-Minju-yah!” you protested with a slight increase in tone, surprising her. “Please… not here. Let’s go somewhere else.”

Disappointment was clad and obvious on the young woman’s pretty face. You were quite fearful in the slightest, revelling in the regret just in case you were the one who cock-blocked yourself. It was quite a relief when Minju grabbed your hand and beckoned you to follow after her.

“Let’s go to my place then for some… private fun.”

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The pair of you and Minju wasted no time the moment you both arrived on her apartment. Lips mashing onto each other with arms snaking around like there was no tomorrow, you were all over her; or rather she is all over you. Shoes and heels were sent flying amidst the frenzy of you both as you kicked them free, knocking things over while Minju pressed your frame against the wall once again, driving her supple lips against yours.

“Fuck,” you cursed involuntarily, running your hands through the tight dress on her curvaceous body and fighting the desire to tear everything off of her at the same time. It was a pretty dress as well, and she looked so beautiful in it that you wanted to see her in it more.

Minju stopped and gave your lower lip a soft bite before dragging it back, leaving to bounce back towards you. She dove into you once again, exchanged another lustful kiss with her mouth. She was sweet, yet then and there you wanted to taste more of her.

“I never knew you were this naughty, Minju. I thought you were pure.”

“I should be the one telling that to you. To think that you’d be willing to fuck your hoobae like that… tsk, so naughty of you… I never thought that you were that kind…”

“That makes two of us… I’m only blaming you more because it’s your place,” you teased to her, yet you were shushed by her index finger on your lips.

“Well, my house, my rules… so you will obey everything that I say, is that good?”

“And so what rule are we following, Kim Minju?” you asked then proceeding to nimble on her finger.

“Pound me… break my bed. Cum in me… breed me.”

You gave one good gaze on Minju’s lust-misted eyes just as Minju pulled you with unbelievable strength, guiding you towards the depths of her apartment and into her bedroom.

As soon as you reached the door frame, Minju was quick to take charge as she guided you towards her bed all while she had her lips all over you. She held on the top buttons of your shirt, gripped it that you felt the fabric wrinkle under her touch, and gave a swift tug that sent your buttons flying on all directions of the dimly-lit bedroom, followed by making a quick work of your shirt. Once stripped the remnant of a once functioning shirt was thrown in the air as it joined the fray of severed buttons over the place, then moving to push you towards the edge of the bed.

“You’re so goddamn sexy,” you mused, once again running your fingers on her curves until you found her ass and grabbed it, lifting Minju up in the air. A gasp emanated from her lips as Minju, too, ran her red-nailed fingers on your taunt body, travelling down the line of your chest and onto your abdomen. You weren’t exactly muscular, yet the lean physique turned Minju on nonetheless.

You sat back down the bed once again with Minju in town, ending with her straddling you as she caught your soft lips with hers once more. Slowly, even in the heat of intimacy, Kim Minju slowly shed off the dress that shrouded the rest of her body from your view. You were busy exploring the rest of her body as she finally got undressed while in turn being deeply into the passionate lip-lock. You felt a clawing sensation on your chest followed by a force that broke you off of the kiss and sent you flying over the sheets of Minju’s bed.

Now with more room, Minju shed the remnants of her dress off of her body and stood in perfect glory of her body. Creamy thighs, tight waist, and sizeable tits begging to be free lay concealed with the matching black laced lingerie she wore underneath. Her pale skin radiated even in the dim room as her eyes flared with growing lascivious intent.

Minju brought her index finger towards her mouth licked it in attempt to entice you, and it was sure effective.

You sat from being pushed towards the bed and moved to bask your hands on Minju’s thick thighs, intending to worship them. Your touch grazing against Minju’s silken skin only turned you on even more, even made better when you began to caress the sculpt of her hips and towards her barely clothed ass. You were about to give Minju’s tight tummy a kiss when you felt a single finger poke your forehead and stop you from pushing any further.

You looked up towards Minju in inquiry, meeting her eyes as she pushed you with the finger that was on your forehead, sending you back towards the bed just like before. Slowly, Minju crawled over the bed like a hungry predator, causing you to move back to give room for both of you on it. You met her eyes again, this time through the gaps of her long and flowing hair; she had a different look on her eyes as her lips curved into a devilish smile. Her hands quickly undid your belt, unzipped your pants and tugged them off of you and into the floor below. She raised her hand and bit her lower lip, her hand running over the bulge that was on your boxers.

She gave a swift peck on your clothed dick and gave a quick pull, exposing the length of your swollen rod in front of her eyes. Minju then pulled your last article of clothing off, threw it elsewhere and admired the rod before her.

Minju could feel her panties wet with her fluids as she moved both of her red-nailed hands to grasp on your stiff cock. You felt a jolt run from head to foot as soon as you felt her slender fingers wrap around your manhood in a firm grip before beginning to stroke you on lengthy and drawn out intervals.

“Oh shit that feels really good,” you moaned at her touch, each stroke delving deeper and deeper into your pleasure.

“I know. Moan my name.”

“Y-yes… fuck, Minju…”

Minju licked her lips and began to slide her tongue against your mushroom tip, twirling on the leaking cock before giving it an audible kiss. Her soft and gentle kisses traversed your length as she went down to your base, giving the long rod a good lick as she moved up of your shaft.

“mhh~” she moaned as Minju moved her tongue once again, this time running it on circles on your moist head, taking most of the liquid leaking off  from you before concluding it with a soft pop.

“Fuck Minju… god…” moaned your lips once again as Minju bobbed herself further down your length, taking it deeper while keeping her attention planted towards your own. The soft and shy start eventually became noisier and untidy as she delved in deeper, finally revelling on the confidence that your moans and gasps incited.

The straps of Minju’s bra gently slid off of her silken shoulders as she moved to pump her mouth against you even further, dark streaks of hair dancing with ever bob she made. You writhed under her yet it seemed as if Minju was lost on a world entirely her own. Your hands desperately looked for something to grab, and of course the best course of action was to hold Minju’s hair for her as she buried your cock deep against her own lips. You moaned loudly and perhaps even the four corners of Minju’s room were barely even able to conceal her loud gag over your cock.

You shivered, feeling your climax about to blow things out of proportion. Minju felt this too, but instead of going on she merely stopped and sat up on the feet of the bed.

“You can’t do that yet. Let’s save that once you’re in me. I want all of it.”

You nodded and Minju wasted no time and went about crawling her way onto you, while at the same time planting her beautifully round and lust-subdued eyes against your own. The fortunate angle allowed you to get a good look at her deep cleavage, soon of which you’re sure to taste on your own mouth. The sight of one of the straps slid off of her shoulder turned you on, as if you were not already.

Minju engaged you with another make out session, kissing hungrily and sloppily as she made sure to sit her wet panties on your exposed cock. You twitched, and sure enough Minju felt that yet she did not yield, merely focusing on planting her lips against yours. Your hands travelled all over her body once more, finally settling on the pair of sizeable mounds Minju concealed with the tight undergarment. You gave both a tight squeeze and felt Minju’s two orbs poke against the fabric. She pushes you down the bed, pinning you with her red-nailed hands over your chest. Eyes glued onto you, Minju dropped the other strap of her lingerie before reaching back, all in a slow and torturous pace to entice you of what is to come.

One quick swipe and the garment flew off, exposing two perfect tits that went with everything else she had with her. She then raised her left leg, wrapped her fingers on the waistband of her lingerie and made quick work of it. Throughout that, you had a good look at Minju’s wide hips as well as the thick, milky thighs that she had. You could have made your way to bury yourself between them, let alone get crushed by them until they squeeze the life out of you, but Minju was in full control of you and all you wanted was to do her very bidding.

Minju kissed you on the lips while she pressed her wait on your body, sitting on top of you while making sure that her wet cavern was in line with your stiff cock. She wrapped her hands around it, gave it a couple of strokes while the two of you made out voraciously. You felt it; if Minju continued stroking you on this pace, you might cum anytime. However, Minju was aware of this and so she adjusts her position, placing her thighs on either side of yours and began to slide your tip on her wet entrance.

“Fuck, you already feel so good… I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to cum in me.”

You barely even had time to nod on her orders when Minju impaled herself with your cock; the sensation startling her that she almost screamed amidst the silence. She was tight for you, and you could feel every inch of your cock throb inside Minju as she waited and adjusted to your girth. She grinded herself against you and felt every length of you in ways possible, moving front, back; she just could not get enough of you.

There were signs of sudden realization swimming in Minju’s mind wondering what gave way for her to be in this moment for you.  For a moment, she felt stupid. She felt so irresponsible for ending up with you inside her, but the biggest part of that was she had no regrets about it. Minju was aware that it did not exactly feel like her yet it was what she wanted. She wanted you in more ways than one. The way that you stretch her out, the pleasure that came with it easily outweighed the pain.

Minju ran her fingers on your tight body and leaned in for another kiss; it was short, concise and felt more like a reminder for what’s to follow. You were already feeling so ecstatic and yet Minju haven’t even started to move. Minju shifts into place, raising her body just enough that the tip of your cock is inside her before plunging the whole length. She coats your cock with the juices secreting from her tight cunt, echoing a heated moan from her small mouth.

You felt Minju’s tightness grasp your needy cock as she slowly raised and lowered herself over you. It felt so immaculate, and yet you were also impatient as your arms tensed in utmost self-control; inciting the little bit of sense you had in your head. However, you knew that it was Minju who was in perfect control.

“Fuck me,” she ordered and you happily obliged.

Minju dug her hands on your shoulders as you wrapped your hands on her waist. You pulled back and shoved inside her tight pussy once again. Her walls wrapped around your rod, her slick juices coated every inch of your length lodged inside her as you pounded more of you inside her tight cunt as far and as deep as you could.

“Yes, that’s it… you fuck me so well! Keep going!”

You never thought that you’d hear Minju moan to you like this and yet everything was music to your ears. You kept ravaging her, giving her the fucking she didn’t know she deserved as well, with the comfort of her body bouncing to your rhythm as a perfect cherry on top. Every slap your skin made against hers was the pinnacle of pleasure, every needy moan that escaped her lips was immaculate, and each strong thrust that grew faster and stronger with each complete succession drove you closer to the edge. You took your time and with Minju countering your little thrusts with bounces of her own. You reached a peak that stretched her slippery pussy; settling on a violent rhythm that sent vibrations down the bed as it creaked amidst the silence of her apartment.

Minju was obsessed as she was already on cloud nine. The way that your length slid inside her, hitting the very roof of her womb with how deep and hard you went; it was ecstatic. She was in complete disregard what else you did to her body at that point. You held her dancing breasts, licked her nipples, smothered her deep cleavage with your saliva and tongue… she did not care whatsoever. You did you and she did hers, as she was already in a different state of pleasure with every push and pulls your cock made inside her body. She had her red nails lodged against your chest and shoulders, paying little attention as she dug them deeper against your skin, only went deeper and deeper as you plunged into her warm depths. Her needy gasps and erotic moans filled your ears and it felt so luscious.

Both your bodies became hotter and hotter as the breath began to become thinner. You were both already chasing your breaths; beads of sweat were flying with every hard pump or were trickled down on each of your bodies. The sight of Minju’s sweaty, shining body as her body fluttered with every thrust admittedly turned you on even more, and it did the same to hers as well. The way that you were basking on the fluids that came from your body made you look so tasty to her, further fuelling the… hunger she had from within her.

Minju was locked out of anything as she was lost with you; her mind was in desperate and uncontrollable frenzy as she bounced deeper around your dick with squeals and cries of pleasure escaping her plump lips.

You pushed in deeper and further inside of her, holding both sides of her waist for leverage as you pulled in your deepest thrusts in quick succession. It drove Minju crazy, among other things that already felt whispering to her. The lust was there; the pleasure shooting her off, firing in all cylinders, yet there was that inexplicable feeling. There was the gnawing sensation building up in her stomach. It was more than just your dick that she craved for but rather… you.

The bed creaked with your harsh thrusts and you felt Minju tighten around you. Her body tensed, her back arched as her thighs trembled, and without warning Minju shot her fluids at your cock followed by a long and drawn out cry of pleasure. Despite that, Minju felt her limbs stiff and powerful; there was still something she can do. Her strength didn’t seem to have left her as she felt a bit… stronger.

The sensation of her orgasm made your body to tense as well, eager to reach the final and climax your body has been waiting for. You pushed yourself harder inside of her, ruining Minju with the loudest of screams coming from her and joining the creaks of the bed with it. You anchored yourself on her. You knew you were near.

“M-Minju… I’m…” you managed to make out through your deep and heavy huffs. “I’m about to blow… where do you want it…?”

“In me… I want… I want everything,” she mouthed, her nails digging deeper on your skin as her body arched in pleasure for your load.

You bit you lip, savouring the final moments of pleasure being inside Minju for the evening and drilled in deeper inside her core, anchoring your hands on her hips and pushed in with all the strength you could muster. You joined her in cloud nine, the sensation causing you to close your eyes as you orgasm after her.

The climax came as much as you wanted it to. You blew your eruption inside Minju’s tight walls, filling her with your cum as thick wads of hot and sticky load flooded inside of her, concluded with a moan that came from you and her.  You emptied everything inside of her and ensured that every bit of your semen was inside her womb.

You bucked your hips down as it finally passed, yet Minju was still riding your cock and had her red-nailed fingers planted over your chest.

It was done. You already came inside her just as Minju planned, yet there was still something… there was still something she was yearning for more than just an orgasm. It was you… no, it was more than just you. It was something you had in you that she wanted to see. She felt it again… that unexpected yet familiar hunger within her and everything seem to speak to her coming from the very blood-red nails she was wearing.

Minju did not know what came over her, but as her riding slowed to a halt, she dug her nails deeper against your skin that her sharp fingertips began to sink and penetrate your flesh, blood spouting from her nails the deeper that she went against your skin. She tugged on your skin, despite your sudden cries of pain and panic in attempt to stop her, but Minju was more powerful than you as it barely did anything. Nothing you did was able to sway her away as she tore onto your skin with a sadistic glare flashing on her eyes. It was exactly what she was yearning for, the one thing she has been hungering for: she wanted to see red. She wanted to see blood. She wanted to see your blood.

Minju moaned, not because she was experiencing pleasure inside her again, but because the sound of tearing skin was euphoric to her as your screams and plea for mercy were deafened with the sight of red. Scarlet blood showered from your torn skin and enveloped Minju’s fingertips and arms as she made quick work of the muscle over you while your ichor rushed, covering the sheets as well as your naked body under her. You began to choke on your own blood, preventing from giving more pleas of help as everything devolved into a desperate gurgle. The once white and clean atmosphere of Minju’s room were now coated with crimson as blood spurt from your body onto the room, with your strength to repeatedly push and buck Minju off were left to waste as nothing could keep her from doing that to you. The shower that the blood made was satisfying for her, even more so when they showered over her bare, nude body.

She continued on ripping your skin off with unbelievable strength, tearing through your stomach and cracking a couple of ribs in the process, and proceeded on down further your mangled body. Your mind was in discrete frenzy as you panicked on Minju’s next move despite writhing in pain. Minju trailed her blood-soaked fingers down your stomach and dug deep into you, tearing you open amidst the dark room. She pried open what was once your stomach and tore as much as she could, in turn basking onto the red liquid that bathed on her; the thickness that she’s been yearning to feel coating her. The sound of your bones and organs breaking and flying as she disembowelled you was so delightful to Minju, finding satisfaction with how your flesh flied all over the place. By the time that Minju was done, everything inside her room was coated in red blood, moving to pick the pool of blood that gathered on your stomach and smothered her face and body with it, as if everything was not yet enough, and eventually concluding with a twisted smile.

Her eyes wandered off onto you and contempt began to appeal to Minju’s natural innocent demeanour as you look back at her, lips shaking with the pain and shock that came with her actions. Minju’s sudden care sprang as she remembered who you were to her; a kind sunbae from work that did nothing but to help her out every time she had the situation tight. There were flashes of your acts of kindness to her and had she decided to call on that moment, you could still be saved. Everything could be undone.

However, Minju didn’t do that. All that was of her was just a shell of her former self. Quite frankly, she liked how everything turned out. The feeling, the sight of her naked body covered in your blood… words could not even define how satisfied she was with the result. A smile curved on Minju’s sadistic glare, looking down at her macabre work of art that was your undoing. She only felt contentment; a feeling that sprang from the darkest depths of her body coming from five pairs of blood red nails.

“M-Minju…” you whispered with what remained of the ghost of your strength. You could not feel your hand or the rest of your body. All you could do was to stare at Minju’s blood-coated body.

Again, Kim Minju supplied you with one twisted smile with the blood that painted her face on both cheeks. She bent down and planted a final kiss on your lips. You were lost. The last thing you saw were the pair of Minju’s dreamy eyes as she grasped your throat with her hands, the sharp ends of her fingernails gripping your neck like it did to your chest.

“Have a good night’s sleep. You did well.”

With one more pierce, Minju squeezed what remained of the life from you as your neck finally gave up, giving one final satisfaction to Minju as another batch of blood showered all over her face. That was the last thing you felt as your lifeless body and cock felt flaccid inside Minju, the last of your breath escaping in one desperate and betrayed gasp.

And then, just as Minju admired the body of the sunbae she once admired now laying lifeless under her, sounds of police sirens came huddling in the distance as everything came into abrupt realization. Your pleas for help coupled with the agonizing screams that filled the hallways and walls caused the neighbors to call the cops on her, and yet Minju was not shaken or fazed even by the slightest bit. The young woman merely enjoyed the final moments of being with you... with whatever was left of you. She calmly bathed on the remainder of your blood, scooping a copious amount on her fingers of which she licked of delight like excess butter in turn enjoying her final moments of freedom inside the room she herself, painted red with blood.

[mushrubes]

3 | d&d

I was made for lovin’ you

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Pairing : Eddie Munson x (they/them) henderson! reader

Summary : Y/n was the chosen sub for Lucas and steps in while he’s at the championship games, secretly very excited to see a certain someone. Turns out, they’re a lot better at the game than everyone thought.

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Mike, Y/n and Dustin all walked down the schools dimly lit hallway, Y/n sighing. "I can't believe I agreed to this." they muttered, Dustin looking back at them. They smiled at him and looked forward, clutching the folders in their hand. "What'd you say?" he asked, not hearing what his sibling had commented. They shrugged their shoulders, glad they were now at the room, Mike opening the door. "Y/n Henderson? What a surprise!" Eddie grinned, Y/n sending a small smile his way. "You asked for a sub, we delivered." Dustin told him, Eddie putting his hands up in surrender, agreeing with the statement. "Know how to play?" he asked, eyebrow raised, looking at Y/n. "Well, having to have played with them for a good few years, I'd hope I did, yeah." they retorted, the others chuckling at their statement.

"What's your class and level? Level one dwarf?" he teased, leaning over them. Y/n grinned back at him, unfazed by the metalhead's comment. "My name is y/c/n, and I'm a chaotic good half-elf rogue, level 14. And I will sneak behind any monster you throw my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I'll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, we gonna play or are we gonna keep chitchatting like a mother's meeting, Munson?" they answered back, the rest of the members looking over in astonishment. "When did Y/n get so good?" Mike whispered to Dustin, not remembering the last time they played. "I dunno man..." he admitted, proud of them. "Welcome to Hellfire, sweetheart." Eddie smiled, holding his hand out for them to shake and ignoring the daggers Dustin was practically glaring into him. Y/n shook his hand and nodded.

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"The hooded cultists chant, 'Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.' They turn to you, remove their hoods, you recognise most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shrivelled, desiccated. And something else - he's not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!" He told, covering his eye with his hand and standing up. The group screamed and groaned, chorus of 'What? No! No!" and "Vecna's dead! He was killed by Kas." could be heard. "So, it was thought, my friends. So..it was thought. But Vecna lives!" he called, slamming the figure down on the table. "You are scared, you're tired, you are injured. Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or do you stand your ground and fight? Come on!" he questioned, looking at the other end of the table. "I say we fight. To the death." Dustin said, looking around at the others. "To the death!" Mike and Y/n repeated, nodding. Soon enough, they were all chanting 'to the death! To the death!". Y/n rolled the die, everyone cheering as they rolled a high enough number. Mike rolled, everyone watching intently, a figure being knocked over as Eddie pulled a face. First Mike missed and then Jeff, everyone's hope slowly decreasing.

More dice were rolled and more arguments, complaining at Eddie who just laughed and cackled at them. Figure, after figure, after figure were being knocked over, their luck decreasing with everyone. "Guys, I hate to say this, but we've got to flee." Gareth said as they all huddled in a group, y/n, Dustin and Mike all looking at him with mouths agape. "I concur." the others said, agreeing with the idea. Dustin huffed at the older members. "Didn't we just agree 'to the death'?" Y/n argued, Gareth looking at them with a 'really?' face. Eddie sat comfortably in his chair, watching the group with a smile - well, mainly Y/n. "That wasn't literal!" Gareth face palmed but keeping his patience. "Vecna just decimated us. We can't kill him with two players. " Jeff agreed, Dustin butting in, completely disagreeing. "You too? He only has 15 hit points left. Don't be pussies." he defended, Gareth rolling his eyes. "Pussies? Really? 'Cause we're not delusional?" he argued back as Y/n stepped in, not liking his tone towards Dustin.

"Delusional? How about not cowards?" they retorted, their tone obviously showing how agitated they were, a slight tension rising. "Hey! If I may interject, gentlemen, y/c/n. Whilst I respect the passion, you'd be wise to take Gareth the Great's concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don't try to be heroes, not today. 'kay?" he persuaded, Y/n rolling their eyes at his bullshit. "One sec" Dustin said, holding his finger up to Eddie. "What do you think, Mike?" he asked as the group all turned back around. "How many hit points do you and y/c/n have left?" he asked, both of them playing close attention. "Twelve." the siblings responded straight away, the adrenaline hitting them. "It's risky as hell, but you're the ones on the battlefield. So, it's your call." he finished, Dustin pulling a face and shaking his head. "What do you say, y/c/n?" Dustin asked, sending a grin their way. "Is that even a question?" they responded, both nodding. "Let's kill the son of a bitch." Dustin declared, Eddie beaming at them.

"Chances of success are twenty to one." the others complained, y/n rolling their eyes making Eddie chuckle as they shared a look while Dustin spoke to the others. "Never tell me the odds. Give me the D20." he instructed, looking back at the table. Eddie smirked before throwing it at the boy. The tension grew, feeling like it was almost a life or death situation. He threw the dice, everyone groaning as they saw what it landed on and Eddie cheering. "That's a miss!" he said distorted, laughing at Dustin's shouts of 'shit! shit!". Y/n shook the dice in their hands, everyone leaning on the table and cheering them on. "Please! Come on!" Dustin and Gareth cried, their hands sweating with nerves. Y/n let go throwing the dice, taking a deep breath as they watched it spin. "Crit hit!" They shouted as it landed on 20, the whole table screaming with joy as Eddie looked at it in confusion. "What? What?" he repeated, flinching from the table. "That's why we play!" Eddie congratulated, gesturing to the table and grinning at Y/n who mirrored it right back at him.

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Lucas looked over as he saw the group exit the building, all cheering and highfiving y/n. His smile fading and a look of confusion and hurt on his face, thinking about everything. He let out a huff as Patrick tapped him on the back. "Lucas. Come on, man." he said, Lucas following behind, guilty and hurt filling his stomach and head that he tried to supress. Y/n, Mike and Dustin said their goodbyes to the other members, walking over to Y/n's car, the boys still buzzing from excitement. "Y/n!" a voice called, y/n turning around to see who it was, a smile appearing as they saw Eddie. The boys got into the back of the car, now talking about whatever it was they were so interested about.

"Hey...That was a good game! You're better than I thought you'd be." Eddie complimented as y/n raised an eyebrow at him. "Assumed I was going to be bad, did you?" they teased, giggling as Eddie stammered on his words and got flustered. "I'm teasing Eds." they said, eyes widening at the nickname falling out of their mouth. "I'm sorry-" they apologised, now their turn to stutter. "Eds, I like it, it's fine. You should play with us again some time! Maybe help plan the story or something!" he suggested as y/n nodded. "That would be fun, although I don't think it'll be anywhere near as good as yours, dragon master." they complimented back, Eddie going a tint of red. "That's settled then. I gotta get going, I have uh, a deal to do if you know what I mean. See you around y/n/n!" he told y/n, saying goodnight and both getting into their separate cars. Y/n smiled to themself as they got in the car and turned the music on, their Kiss cassette playing. "What's got you so happy?" Dustin questioned, Mike hitting his knee, earning a 'what?'. "Y/n..." he said in a warning tone, y/n ignoring him as they drove off, turning the music louder making Dustin give up.

Damn you, Eddie Munson.

[sailorhyunjinz]

SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG

It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺

Also ilysm <33 hry ?

-🐈

KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^

also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA

OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO

warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,

before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 

Bangchan

nah mate you got him whipped 

W H I P P E D

just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-

he already likes being in control

and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.

i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?

but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY

your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night

you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)

DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE

which he does... a lot 

but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 

whine his name and BYE- he cums

would ask you to say it louder

“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”

Minho

SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho

BUT IT MUST BE SAID

he likes it to a certain extent

if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO

THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED

nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form

crying >>>>> moaning

WELL THATS MY GUESS

he’d be all cocky about it

“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 

WAIT LISTEN TO THIS

he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 

he uses them to jerk off 110%

it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face

somebody take the internet away from me 

Changbin

awh binnie baby likes it v v much 

it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure

oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO

weak for your whining 100%

especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-

ngl it gets him even hornier 

you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 

just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate

“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”

say that and HE A GONER

BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)

because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 

his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD

“you want me? beg then” 

and you can’t simply ask 

you need to whine it

IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE

just desperate ;)))

Hyunjin

the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love

it doesnt even have to be against him

against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going

your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((

“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust

we all know that this boy is vocal 

so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off

which you were

god you know the dance lives??

when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?

head empty. only that

yeah... he would like a clingy s/o

because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO

he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH

a sucker of you being squirmy

gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 

showing himself off a lil...

blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 

Jisung

you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 

yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going

he thinks he fucked up real bad

no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)

crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?

whining

A LOT OF IT

he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven

some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name

he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls

i feel like he’s very moved by sound

the mf that would record your moans no cap

i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??

yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you

he would be the one tearing up when he’s close

BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((

can we really blame him? 

Felix

OOOOH MY GOD 

OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD

he loves it

more than he should

all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF

why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 

he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM

OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do

yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs

BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS

which is perfect because then its a give and take situation

happy sexy times

where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much

WAIT THIS

imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!

two overwhelmed babies :(((

Seungmin

Puppyboy is all for it 

let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 

OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE

“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”

THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME

but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 

i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA

and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?

IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;

you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation

AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 

thats it. 

i love him AHSHASH

Jeongin

it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 

first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times

you all like “...it was just getting good?”

he doesn’t understand shit at first???

“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”

“but i am?” 

after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue

after a while... he starts liking it

and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;

“did you not l-like it?” 

“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 

ah cutie :(((

ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 

OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 

ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333