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Discover La Lumiere: Where Learning Meets Adventure
Welcome to La Lumiere School, an extraordinary institution nestled in the serene landscapes of La Porte, Indiana. Since its founding in 1963, La Lumiere has stood as a beacon of excellence in education, blending academic rigor with a nurturing environment that fosters personal growth and global perspectives.
A Legacy of Excellence
La Lumiere School has a rich history spanning over six decades. What started as a vision to provide exceptional education has flourished into a premier co-educational boarding and day school serving students in grades 9-12. Our legacy is built on a commitment to academic excellence, character development, and preparing students to thrive in a diverse and interconnected world.
Global Community, Personalized Experience
Located just minutes away from the quaint town of La Porte, our campus attracts students from across the globe. Whether they come from nearby communities or distant countries, La Lumiere welcomes each student into a supportive and inclusive community. Our diverse student body enhances the learning experience, fostering cultural exchange and lifelong friendships.
Academic Rigor and Personal Growth
At La Lumiere, academic excellence is the cornerstone of our educational philosophy. Our curriculum is designed to challenge and inspire students, preparing them for success in college and beyond. Small class sizes ensure personalized attention from our dedicated faculty, who are committed to nurturing not just intellect but also character.
Beyond the Classroom
Education at La Lumiere extends far beyond the classroom walls. Our campus, nestled amidst two picturesque lakes and vast woodlands, provides an ideal setting for outdoor exploration and adventure. Students have the opportunity to engage in various extracurricular activities, from hiking and kayaking to community service and leadership development.
A Sense of Wonder Every Day
What sets La Lumiere apart is the palpable sense of wonder that permeates our campus. Surrounded by nature's beauty, students are encouraged to embrace curiosity and explore their passions. Whether studying in our state-of-the-art facilities or reflecting by the tranquil lakeside, every moment at La Lumiere is an opportunity for growth and discovery.
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A Home Away from Home
For our boarding students, La Lumiere is not just a school but a home away from home. Our residential life program offers a supportive and nurturing environment where students develop lifelong friendships and essential life skills. Boarding at La Lumiere is an enriching experience that fosters independence, responsibility, and resilience.
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At La Lumiere, we believe in the transformative power of education. Every day is an opportunity to learn, grow, and embrace the wonder of discovery. Join us at La Lumiere School, where learning meets adventure, and together, let's illuminate the path to a brighter future.
#boarding schools in california#boarding schools in new york#boarding schools in florida#boarding schools in texas#private school
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At Bard Academy, we want you to ask the questions that intrigue you, and pursue the interests that inspire you. We care about intellectual exploration as well as contributing to the world around us.
As a student at Bard Academy, youâll notice your confidence growing. It's something that happens naturally in an environment where youâre encouraged to share your opinions, engage in dialogue, and just be yourself. Youâll learn that you donât have to be ârightâ to express your ideas because the conversation is ongoing. Weâre always learning more.
#private high school#New England Independent Schools#New England Boarding Schools#Independent school in the Northeast#Independent co-ed#co-ed boarding school#Boarding Schools in New York#Boarding schools in Massachusetts#Boarding schools in Connecticut#boarding school in the Northeast#Bard Academy at Simon's Rock#Bard Academy#Bard#All college prep#best boarding school
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#girlblogging#coquette#hyper feminine#tumblr girlies#this is a girlblog#2014 tumblr#lana del rey#cinnamon girl#lizzy grant#girl interrupted#floral#roses#knee high socks#tiffany's#victoria secret#angelic#ethereal#sharon tate#anna karina#new york#boarding school#nymph3t#dollette#americana#lana del ray aka lizzy grant#lolita1962#vintage americana#ultraviolence#ballerina#valley of the dolls
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cooper definitely fell first and harder!!
#i just can't see it any differently.#i know literally nobody on tumblr even cares for my little gays but i don't care!!#you will listen!!#like literally from s1 cooper was all over him!!#he took katie's rudeness because yes he liked having a parents but also because of oliver#he basically took him on a date after their gfs dumped them#CAVIAR AND EVERYTHING!!#he was willing to follow oliver anywhere even if it wasn't something he had an intrest in.#JUST BECAUSE IT WAS OLIVER!!#first it was boarding school for DANCE then BUSSINESS SCHOOL IN NEW YORK!!#NEW YORK!!#i can't-#and the way he got so excited just literally sitting there with oliver#even when they were doing nothing#i want a cooper!!#cooliver#american housewife
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thinking about lalo making a name for himself (slutting it up) in a few gay bars of the east coast, sometime in the 80s. so far away from the border, from hector and the salamanca name
@themadknightuniverse for the nice and subtle edit
#east coast because tony went to boarding school in massachusetts and lived in new york#lalo salamanca
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For all Bruceâs flaws, in the comics it took him about 2 seconds to realize something was up with Timâs parents.
You could say this is part of Bruceâs parenting that is slightly better in canon than fanon, but itâs also maybe just because 13 year old Tim in comics didnât have as much brain-to-mouth filter as fanon Tim seems to, so he told on his parents as soon as Bruce & Alfred asked about them. There is no dodging questions to keep his parents out of trouble, he just says concerning stuff and expects no one to do anything about it I guess.
#Alfred + Bruce: so where are your parents? have you talked to them? â Tim: oh no theyâre usually gone because theyâre fighting a lot#they donât even call me they just send postcards to me while Iâm at boarding school. why do you ask#Alfred & Bruce (thinking): well this explains why this 13 year old was able to run around New York & Gotham without his parents worrying#tim drake#bruce wayne#also maybe itâs just me but it kinda felt like maybe bruce wasnât just suspicious bc of their parenting#did he also think their business stuff was concerning? or was it just the emotional abuse/neglect he was suspicious about?#they donât specifically say. Bruce just says Timâs parents seem fishy. personally I think it may be a mix of both? with the neglect foremos#the problem is weâll never know because marv wolfman never got to follow through on that investigation before Alan Grant killed off Janet#i am SO curious what Wolfmanâs initial ideas were for the drakes but Iâve never been able to find something with him talking about it#batfam#bonds: someone alone like me#janet drake#jack drake#drake parenting#bat parenting#heroesriseandfall#dc
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Women at P.S. 69 in Jackson Heights protesting the busing of African-American students from schools in Brooklyn, September 28, 1959. The Board of Education said that this was necessary because of overcrowding in Brooklyn, but it also was doubtless in response to the Supreme Court's ruling in Brown v. Board of Education. This prefigured the vehement anti-busing protests of the 1960s.
Photo: Associated Press
#vintage New York#1950s#school busing#anti-busing#Brown v. Board of Ed#racism#integration#Jackson Heights#Queens NY#September 28#28 September#28 Sept.#Sept. 28#public schools#school integration
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Hey Upper East Siders. Gossip Girl here. And I have the biggest news ever. One of my many sources, Melanie91, sends us this: âSpotted at Grand Central, bags in hand: Serena van der Woodsen.â Was it only a year ago our It Girl mysteriously disappeared for âboarding schoolâ? And just as suddenly, sheâs back. Donât believe me? See for yourselves. Lucky for us, Melanie91 sent proof. Thanks for the photo, Mel.
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You will NEVER, and I mean NEVER, catch me defending Fredrick Chase. There is no character I have such hatred for. Because, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HE LET HIS 7-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER RUN AWAY!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE CHASEâS IGNORED THE CRIES OF THEIR DAUGHTER FOR 3 DAYS AS SHE WAS ATTACKED BY SPIDERS!? Not to mention, in The Lightning Thief, Annabeth says that he sent her his ring along with an âapologyâ 2 years before the book takes place, meaning that man waited 3 years to get into contact with his daughter!! Even after Annabeth goes back with them in TLT, sheâs back on the street again by SOM, fighting her way from Virginia to NYC at age 13. Titanâs Curse is the only time he ever does anything for Annabeth, but even then, itâs mentioned that a) Sheâs been at a boarding school in New York with Thalia for the school year, and b) Theyâre moving cross-country without taking her into account. I donât care if they were nice to Percy and the others when they were trying to get to Annabeth. The Chasesâs have an obvious and repeated pattern of not caring about Annabeth, and she has every right to hate them. I do want to say, though, that Chiron might not be her biological father, but he is her dad in every way that counts.
#Defending Annabeth Chase is my full time job#annabeth chase#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#the titans curse#thalia grace#luke castellan
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in which y/n and luke hate each otherâs guts. sometimes, they kiss.
warnings; ohio state - michigan rivalry, lukeâs a dick, kissing, situationship
It was no secret that you and Luke Hughes hated each other.Â
It started in college. Luke had everything going for him at Michigan. From the moment he arrived, he was the face of the Wolverines - a Hughes brother, destined for greatness. He was the golden boy of college hockey, a standout player known for consistently putting up impressive stats. It was perfect, until it wasnât.
A year later, as Luke was about to enter his sophomore season, you arrived at Ohio State. The attention placed on him ended as quickly as it started.You were a dynamic force whose talent and tenacity on the ice made you a formidable rival to Michiganâs golden boy. While Luke was a talented defenseman, you were a just as talented offensive player known for your agility and sharp instincts. This earned you a reputation as a top contender in the world of ice hockey.
Luke could deal with that. However, one crucial play defined the entirety of your guysâ rivalry from there on out. Ohio State vs. Michigan, tied 2-2 in overtime. Joe Dunlap had passed you the puck from your defensive zone, and you had noticed that Luke had left a crucial area of the ice uncovered, just enough for you to slip by him. As he fought his hardest to catch up with you, you made one simple deke, sending the puck past Erik Portillo and sealing the victory for your Buckeyes.
From then on, he had hated your guts. And he had made it known, sending unwarranted glares your way and always checking you extra hard in games. Naturally, your hatred for him grew as well. The rivalry between you and Luke was palpable, and it reverberated through every game you guys played. Fans, coaches, and teammates alike could feel the electricity in the air when Ohio State and Michigan faced off (and it was more than just the bitter rivalry between schools), a charged atmosphere that heightened with every fiery clash between the two of you. Your intense exchanges on the ice were more than just competitive â they were personal, with every check and goal underscored by the underlying animosity between you two. Off the ice, the tension was equally evident. You would be sure to let your teammates know your distaste for him, and he would do the same.
There was no fixing it, until Luke was called up by New Jersey. There would be no more playing against you for the next few seasons.
Or so he thought.
To everyoneâs surprise, you had forewent your remaining eligibility at Ohio State. The Rangers had drafted you in the first round, and wanted you in the show immediately.
The day after, the first headline came out: Golden Boy vs. Golden Girl.
In fact, the first meeting since the two of you had last faced each other on the ice started just a few hours ago. The game was reaching its climax, with both the Devils and the Rangers locked in to win in front of the crowd at Madison Square Garden.Â
Luke was in his element, skating with the fluidity and precision that everyone always attributed to him. You were equally as determined, matching his intensity shift for shift. The tension between the two of you had reached a boiling point, and it seemed as if every move made was a direct counter to one another.
As the puck dropped near the Devilsâ zone, you sped down the ice, looking to make a play that could turn the game in New Yorkâs favor. You were focused, your eyes locked on the puck as you maneuvered around defenders like you had played in the NHL for years.Â
Luke, however, had a different idea. As you approached, he timed his move perfectly, sliding into your path with a calculated, unprovoked hit that sent you crashing hard into the boards. You lay there, struggling to get up, your face contorted in pain. Luke skated away with a smirk, his eyes flickering with a mix of satisfaction and something darker, âSorry, L/N.â
Luke Hughes hated you. You hated Luke Hughes.
Which is why it was so weird that you now sat in the corner of the hotel lobby, your hood pulled low over your bruised eye, the anonymity of the crowd soothing your frayed nerves. The game had been brutalâphysically and mentally. Every time Luke was on the ice, it felt like a battle you couldnât win. Not because he was betterâyouâd never admit thatâbut because he always found a way to get under your skin.
Your heart pounded. You shouldnât go. You guys shouldnât keep doing this. No one knewâno one could know. But after every game, no matter how much you swore it would be the last time, you always found yourself answering his texts.
Luke didnât look up when you slipped into his room, the door clicking softly behind you. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, his head in his hands like he was trying to figure out what to say before he said it.
You leaned against the door, your heartbeat still racing and your body still sore from the game. The silence stretched between you guys, heavy and charged, like it always did. Here, in the quiet, there were no crowds, no coaches yelling from the bench, no rivalry pushing you to be perfect. Just the two of you, trapped in a mess neither of you could quite untangle.
âYou played dirty tonight,â you said softly, your words breaking the silence. There was no anger in your toneâjust exhaustion.
Luke looked up at you then, his eyes tired but sharp, a faint smirk on his lips. âSo did you.â
You let out a soft breath, moving from the door to stand in front of him, her arms crossing over your chest. âThis needs to stop.â
He didnât respond right away. Instead, he sat back on his hands, studying you like he always did, as if searching for the truth behind your words. âYou donât mean that,â he said quietly.
Your chest tightened. He wasnât wrong. Every time you told yourself it was the last game, the last kiss, the last night youâd sneak into his hotel room, you found yourself right back here, standing on the edge of something neither of you could control.
âI do.â your voice was soft but shaky, betraying your resolve.
Luke stood, closing the small gap between your bodies in one step. His presence was overwhelming, the heat of him, the scent of his body wash. Everything about him felt like a challengeâon the ice, in the press, even here, in this room.
âYou donât hate me as much as you think you do, Y/N.â His voice was low, a whisper that made you shiver.
You hated how close he was, hated that he could read you so easily. âAnd you donât care as little as you pretend to,â you shot back, your eyes locking with his.
That smirk faltered, just for a moment, before his jaw tightened. âMaybe not,â he admitted quietly.
There it was. The vulnerability he only ever showed when you were alone, when you werenât in front of your teams or your fans, when you didnât have to pretend. You hated that it made your chest ache, hated that you cared.
âI donât know how to stop this,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, like you were afraid saying it out loud would make it all too real.
Luke reached up, his fingers brushing a loose strand of your hair from your face, his touch soft in a way that made your heart twist. âNeither do I.â
And there it was. The truth that neither of you wanted to admit. That thisâwhatever it wasâhad become something neither of you could walk away from, no matter how much you told yourselves you should.
You felt yourself lean into him, just slightly, your body betraying your mind. âNo one can know,â you murmured, your eyes closing as his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you closer.
âNo one will,â he whispered back, and then his lips were on yours.
It wasnât the rushed, heated kiss youâd shared so many times before. It was slow, deliberate, full of all the things you couldnât say out loud. His hand stayed at the back of your neck, his thumb brushing your skin as if he was trying to memorize the feeling. You kissed him back just as softly, your hands gripping his shirt, not to pull him closer, but to keep yourself steady.
When the two of you finally broke apart, your foreheads pressed together, neither of you said anything. The quiet between you felt different now, heavier.
âYou know this is going to blow up in our faces, right?â you said, your breath still uneven.
Luke closed his eyes, his voice barely a whisper. âYeah. I know.â
You sighed, stepping back, needing space but already feeling the pull to close it again. âWeâre still enemies, Luke.â
âI know,â he said, his voice steady. But the way he looked at you, the way his gaze softened just for you, made it hard to believe it was that simple anymore.
You reached for the door, your heart still racing, knowing youâd come back. You always did.
And maybe, deep down, you both knew that was the real problem.
#nhl#luke hughes#umich hockey#nhl hockey#nhl imagines#nhl x reader#new jersey devils#hockey#lh43#njd#nj devils#luke hughes imagines#lh43 imagines#luke hughes 43#luke hughes x you#luke hughes x y/n#luke hughes angst#luke hughes blurb#luke hughes x reader#luke hughes imagine#lh43 x reader
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art donaldson x patrick zweig x reader !
art and patrick arenât exactly subtle, and you are the push they didnât know they needed.
(18+ pls!!)
authorâs note: that one bitch (me) who doesnât play about homoerotic friendships⌠this is mostly artrick but they all get nasty trust!
the swishing of the cheap beer from artâs mini fridge overlaps the song playing from the radio. it was something you recognized from this new york band you really likedâyour friend had gifted you that record for your birthday a few years priorâyou hummed out the tune as you sat on the desk chair of your friendâs dorm room, periodically lifting your gaze to the two boys also sharing the space.
you and patrick met at a local bandâs show, that same night ended with you being pushed into the dark bathroom of the bar it was held at and you nearly swallowing each otherâs tongues. he whispered into your ear about how good you tasted, how nice your ass felt in his hands, how fucking sexy you looked dancing out there. and after he bent you over the sink to get a taste of your sweet cunt and you returned the favor, the brunette gave you his numberâit surprised you, that he wanted to continue seeing you and maybe take it further. it wasnât until a couple hangouts that you met art.
he was by definition a good boy. always respectful and cordial around you, sweet, and even bashful at times. you coincidentally attended the same universityâeven shared common friends other than patrick. the three of you became well acquainted quickly. movie nights in artâs dorm when patrick came to visit, night drives to the beach, it was all simple and fun.
of course you and patrick hooked up whenever he came around, which seemed to frequent as he was on a month-long break from tour. on one of those particular nights, as you were riding him, somehow the topic of art came up.
âsaw him at practice last week,â you take his earlobe between your teeth and slightly tug, âheâs really good.â
patrick stutters his hips and unwillingly twitches inside of you, as if images of his best friend playing flashed through his brain in those few seconds, âfuck, yeah heâs always been good.â his brain is too foggy to comprehend that heâs given away something youâve been suspecting for a whileâand youâll keep digging to find what you really want.
you look down at him on the bed and notice how his mouth has dropped a bit further and his eyes become more slanted, you push your fingers into his mouth which he automatically starts to suck, and you ride him until heâs whimpering around them and filling you up. youâll get something else out of him soon.
the next time happens to be the night right after, youâre at your favorite ice cream place and decide itâs the right time to keep prodding.
âyou and artâyou seem pretty closeâhow long have you known each other again?â you scrape the sides of your cup from the melted treat and look at him eating his.
âwell, we went to boarding school together,â patrick speaks with some waffle cone bits crunching in his mouthâa horrible habit of his you have come to detest from the few months of knowing himââwe shared a room since we were 12, i think iâve mentioned this,â he swallows everything in his mouth down and continues, âwe are pretty close. weâd get teased for it a lot in schoolâi never really gave a fuck but you know art. he takes things to heart.â
âright, i can see that,â you didnât exactly plan out how you were going to lead him to where you wanted but you get an idea, âi wanna know more. tell me some fun stories, i can imagine you two got up to a lot of trouble,â you fully turn to face him in your seat.
he racks his brain for a while and eventually, âone time i got caught with porno magazines under my bed and i blamed art. it was this whole thingâhis grandma gave him an earful over the phoneâgod she was pissed,â a chuckle leaves him as he recalls the story, âanyway, we almost got kicked out and he didnât speak to me for weeks. canât remember how we made up or how i even got in possession of those magazines but we definitely learned our lesson.â
youâre giggling, âgod youâre awful, what else have you put poor innocent art through?â
he turns to face you now, âi taught him everything he knows,â a smug smirk slowly takes over his expression, â taught him how to kiss and how to jerk off. poor thing didnât even know how to handle morning wood before i showed him.â
and thereâs your chance, âso you two have likeâŚâ
he pauses and takes in your assumption, âoh god no, not like that,â a hand runs down his face quickly as a laugh of disbelief leaves him. âweâve neverâwould never go there, you know? no shame to anyone who does we justâit was practice before we started dating and all that. was just helping him out.â
and well, that gave you enough of an incentive.
now youâre all in artâs dorm, a little buzzed from the alcohol and tired from a day at the beach. patrick sits on a small couch with his legs spread. both boys have decided to forgo their shirts, only in their swim trunksâpatrickâs much shorter than the blondeâs. you still in your bikini top and tiny jean shorts.
âwhat about that girl you were seeing, whatâs her name again?â patrick interrogates a clearly agitated art who sits on the floor rolling his eyes.
âi told you thatâs over, she wasnât looking for anything serious and i found out the hard way.â
âhe means he saw her making out with one of his buddies at a frat party,â you add smirking over your bottle.
âokay, fuck off first of allââ
âhey, man calm down, lookââ patrick interjected, âthereâs lots of chicks that would bang you, iâm sure a pretty boy like you has no problem getting laid. go charm up some nice girl that volunteers at the soup kitchen on her free time andââ
âfuck you patrick.â thereâs no malice behind his words thoughâand you can spot the blush that takes over his pale complexion at the previous remark as he shakes his head. âitâs easy for you to say,â he looks up at you as he says it, âyou guys fuck like rabbits any chance you get.â
âis that what it is then? you being pent up?â you cut in. âthereâs lot of girls here who would love to fuck you, artie. youâre telling me none have caught your eye?â
art is silent, looking to see what patrick was thinking, but the latter simply looks curiousâexcited almostâ and so he just sits picking at the hem of his shorts.
âoh i get it,â you continue, âyouâre jealous. you think iâm taking your precious best friend away, donât you?â you slide down from the chair to take a spot right next to him and whisper the next thing so only he hears, âyou are jealous. donât worry, we can share him.â
you pull back to see his pupils dilated and his mouth slightly parted, in shock and arousalâmaybe even in acceptance. you canât help the small grin as you look from him to the other still sitting on the couch, you can see his chest rising a bit heavier now.
you feel that as an agreement from both as you perch on the bed and call them both to follow at each of your sides. you can feel them eyeing you and for a split second, you see them staring at each other in a way that surpasses anything platonic they insist on having.
when you feel them both lean in to opposite sides of your neck you halt their movements. a look of confusion passes through their faces as they wait for you to explain.
âi think you guys have some making up to do,â the look on their faces creases further, âart, arenât you curious to feel what his lips are like again? i have a feeling he has improved greatly since you were 13.â
artâs face falls, he looks at patrick in annoyance, âyou said you would never tell, dude what the fuck.â
patrick just shrugs, still wanting to proceed. âi told you, that was only for practice. weâre grown now.â
âsure,â you pretend to let it go and you have on a stupid smile that he just wants to kiss off your face. you start leaning towards patrick and grant him that wish, using your hand on his jaw to give you access to his tongue. it quickly becomes heated, you land on his lap and grind yourself on the hard bulge in his trunks. his big hand gropes your ass and he moans greedily in your mouth. you pull away and let him suck and nip on the length of your neck before looking at art, who looks pitiful with his mouth hung open and his eyes lingering on the spot where patrick is occupied. a smirk returns to your swollen lips.
you tug on patricks hair and swivel even harder on his dick, leading to him groaning out a fuck me baby, and you swear you see artâs cock twitch under the layer of thin clothing. you leave patricks lap despite his efforts to keep you there, now sat on the pretty blonde who canât seem to figure out what to do with his hands. you stop his stressing when you place both of his palms on your hips, trailing them up to your barely-covered tits where he gives a soft squeeze and lets out a little whine. you finally lean down to kiss him and itâs as youâd expect from himâtentative and soft. a kiss youâd get from a boyfriend after a nice dinner dateânot from whatever this was.
he lets out hums and low moans, but you can tell heâs getting desperate. god knows how long itâs been since heâs fucked something other than his hand. you pull away and return to your spot between them. they instantly both try to catch your lips, itâs messy with all three of you licking and sucking and kissing. at this point no one knows whose mouth is whose, and it doesnât even matter because suddenly youâre pulling off. you lean back to catch your breath and then you see them.
they lick into each otherâs mouths, art is mewling and patrick grips his curls to hold him in place. they seem to catch on after a ridiculous amount of time but when they do, they stare at you while theyâre heaving breaths.
âare you guys gonna take care of that?â you look down at their laps, both having matching leaks of pre bleeding through their shorts. âcome on get them out, youâve seen each other plenty before right? nothing to be shy of.â
they both listen, each erection slapping up and standing on its own. itâs obscene and you dont think youâve ever been this wet in your life. artâs cock is so prettyâyou thinkâpink and curved. he is smooth, you always had assumed he would be anyway. you can tell he takes good care of himself, his balls the same flushed pink he gets on his cheeks when you tease him. the tip of him is so red, a dribble of white streaming down when he notices your attention on his cockâyou almost coo at it when it twitches.
then you look at patrick. that same cock you love and worship. heâs thicker in girth, your pussy pulsates when your mind trails to the stretch he gives you. his balls are heavy, and he doesnât ever fully shave them. you like them like thatâthe musk and how they give friction to your clit when hes fucking you. heâs also drooling from his tip. you decide to start off slow.
you scoot forwards and extend your arms to their laps. each one of your hands holds them and at the contact, they canât help but buck their hips. you think itâs adorable to see them synchronized like that.
âah, shit!â patrick throws his head back and looks down at you jerking him off, then looks to his right at the other cock in your hand and shakes his head in disbelief, âi canâtâfuckâi canât believe youâre doing this.â
âi see the way you look at him, pat,â you quicken the speed of your hands and both of them cry out, âi gave you both what you wanted, handed on a silver fucking platter. i think you should be a little more grateful. in fact, my hands are getting tired,â and with that, you cut all contact with them and you can quite literally see them wilt.
âwha- no, please,â art manages to get through a whine, âmy hand doesnâtâit doesnât feel as good iâm so hard it hurts, pleaseââ
âwho said anything about using your own hand?âyou cut him off.
patrick hesitantly stretches his arm over his friendâs lap, âweâre just,â his fingers make contact with artâs dick and he almost drools, âhelping each other out.â an experimental tug has his back arching and makes him shut his eyes tight.
âpat-patrickâoh fuck.â
one would think art already came by how much heâs wetting his friendâs hand, and patrick seems to be mesmerized by the sight. âholy fuck art, look at how much youâre spilling,â as if on cue, that makes him squirt out more. art is gripping his sheets and his eyes dart from the hand stroking him fast and the boy in front of him.
âiâmâdonât go so fucking fast,â art tries to get out, âitâs been a while ifânghhâif you donât slow down iâm gonnaâfuck!â patrick clearly enjoys this as he canât help laughing at his state.
âdonât tell me youâre a virgin, artie,â he slows down but continues teasing, âthought i taught you how to hold off better than that.â
and while youâd love to keep watching art squirm under his torture, you stop him, âi got an idea.â
patrick reluctantly pulls away and they both now stare expectantly, âpush both of your cocks together, here like thisââ you direct them to sit with their legs spread in front of each other, overlapping and then you position them how you want them.
they canât even speak, theyâre just panting and looking down at the contact until you continue, âcome on pat, hold both of them together,â you watch as he does so and grimaces trying to hold off, âlook at that, your tips are kissingâhow cute.â
they both whine and patrick mutters a shut up under his breath.
after a minute of heavy breathing, patricks large hand slowly strokes down on both of their cocks. itâs so wet, the sound of the slicking lewdly filling up the room but the sound of their cries is almost enough to drown it out. art is almost sobbing at this point, youâve never heard someone sound so desperate. they almost canât bare the friction of each other, their tangled legs twitching and shaking.
you almost start to get annoyed at how slow patrick is going for the sake of making the feeling last, but in a way you think itâs sweet. the years theyâve held off on each other finally leading to thisâthey deserved it. youâre still annoyed tho.
âgo faster,â as the words leave your mouth they both mewl and shake their heads, âyou look so hot like this, iâm so wet. iâm thinking of letting you both fuck meâat the same time. just like this, both in my cunt,â patrickâs hand loosens his grip he is almost shivering now, he has to hold off, âwhyâd you let go, hm?â you pull his hand back on, âi want you both to imagine it, itâs gonna be a tighter fit than this,â you pull your hand over patrickâs and tighten the grip hard, âthere you go.â
art canât even make out words anymore, the second he heard you say you wanted them both at once, his ears started ringing. as if that wasnât enough, the tightened grip made him moan out pleas over and over. when he looks down, he knows he canât hold longer and he lets you both know, âiâm gonna, i canât itâs too much, too much, too tight iââ
you take this as your chance to do what you wanted since you saw the tent in his shorts, you lean down to where they are connected and suckle on his tip and that does it. he sobs out a curse and starts twitching, he cums all over your lips and patrick, you canât believe how much is coming out of him.
patrick just about loses his mind when he sees it all happen. itâs a miracle he lasted over two minutes like this and heâs about to pass out, âoh fuck me, yeah fucking soak that dickâoh godâ youâre so wetâhow do you get this fuckingââ he suddenly yanks art by his neck and fucks his tongue into his mouth again, and even tho he is still dizzy from his orgasm, he kisses back just as messily. thatâs the final straw for patrick to cum all over them and squeeze their tips together for the last time that night.
you watch it all happen with a lazy smile. they both lay down, still out of it while you scratch their heads gently and murmur sweet affirmations to them. youâre between them and it feels just right. you donât need to talk about what happened just yet. just sleepily kiss each other until you knock out.
theyâll make up not making you cum tomorrow, you can picture them both licking between your legs and when they take turns suckling your clit, youâll pretend not to notice how theyâre jerking each other off out of your sight <3
#dont know how to feel about this tbh#art donaldson smut#patrick zweig smut#artrick x reader#art donaldson#patrick zweig#challengers fic#challengers smut#patrick zweig fic#art donaldson fic#patrick zweig x you#art donaldson x you#my writing
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pretty [ art donaldson x babysitter/age gap! reader smut ]
[ Hiii me popping up on here for the first time in forever lmao. I've been on a Challengers kick lately, let me know if I should write more on Art perhaps. :D ]
WC - 3.5k (unedited story, so apologies for any errors)
[ Summary - The reader and Art have been having an affair for the past few months after she became the Donaldsons' occasional babysitter. A lot of porn with a slight plot. ]
[ Warnings - Age gap (reader is college-aged, art is in his like mid-thirties), cursing, cheating/affair, oral (m&f receiving), dirty talk, tiny breeding kink mention, unprotected sex ]
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It's not like it mattered to Tashi, well, anymore, what her husband did in his free time. A year or so ago, when Art found out about Tashi and Patrick's on-going affair at their challenger, he felt crushed, defeated, sickened, all emotions jumbled into one component, knowing what his wife was doing behind closed doors since they were teenagers. No amount of "I love you's" could make her drawn closer to him, no amount of care, compassion.. nothing. I mean, it would only make sense that an affair that lasted over ten years, especially with his former best friend and teammate, would fundamentally fuck up their marriage.
Tashi tried to fix it, she really did, by cutting off all connections to Patrick, promising Art she'd be better for not only him, but their daughter, Lily, and the careers and finances they shared together. She knew all the logic behind an affair was unjustifiable, and it made sense to fix a marriage with someone who genuinely cared for her and the family, careers, and finances they created together.
Art stopped playing tennis that year, and like they had promised each other months before, decided to work on the foundation full time, and with newer responsibilities, came the need for a sitter that wasn't only one of their parents when Art had a game or two.
That's where you came into the picture.
You were an undergraduate student at NYU, about to graduate in the spring with a heavy need for any sort of finances to help you afford your rent the rest of the semester. Knowing that your niece was in class with Art and Tashi Donaldson's daughter, that set up a fairly easy connection to a potential babysitting gig. They were millionaires, hell, maybe even billionaires at this point, so you'd be bound to get a pretty solid paycheck.
You were in luck. They needed an occasional sitter on the weekends, and a handful of nights during the week, and given that they both knew your sister, you were already trusted. Easy money.
You got along with Lily pretty well, too. Not to mention the Donaldsons were kind to you as well, and the amount of money they gave you for watching their one daughter, who was pretty self-sufficient other than needing to have a bedtime story or two read to her each night, was fucking ridiculous. Not like you were rolling in dough, but they surely overpaid you. Not like that was a problem for either parties, though.
Overtime, you talked more to Art when Tashi was starting to have more meetings, interviews, and other miscellaneous tasks that required her attention as they expanded connections to the foundation. At first, it was a bit awkward, given that when babysitting, usually the dad was a bit more absent, or quiet, but he warmed up to you after a few nights. He'd ask you about how Lily was, even ask you about school, or what you wanted to do after graduation, pay you, and that was really it. It was simple, really, until it wasn't.
And here you were, months later, standing at the small kitchen island in your apartment, which was, frankly, a bit inhumane in size for an inhabitant, but it's New York City, and it's what you could afford, even on the Donaldson's payroll. You had a small salad bowl in front of you, sliding the grape tomatoes off the cutting board in your hand into the mixture, as no other than Art Donaldson stood next to you, the tongs in his hand as you handed him the bowl.
Playing house with a married 35-year-old man wasn't on your list of things to do this year, but it's not like you were complaining.
From an outside perspective, it felt wrong, but to you, it felt just right. It was cliche, and well, bad, being apart of an affair for a multi-millionaire last name, and a man that was married, with a whole family, but you tried not to think about it.
Did you love him? You had never been in love, so you didn't really know, but probably not, at least not yet. Did he love you? You didn't think so, but he definitely favored you more than his own wife, and you weren't even thinking that because of the situation, you genuinely knew he preferred you.
"You want me to put a show on?" Art asked softly, glancing down at you as you walked over to the kitchen, rinsing off the cutting board. His eyes averted to your ass, glancing at the sweat shorts that hugged your figure, before looking up to meet your eyes when you turned around.
You knew he checked you out, it's not like that came to a surprise. Art was sweet, really, but it's not like he wasn't a sexual man because he was older. If anything, that made his sex drive higher. You shrugged, sliding past him to open the fridge and grab the salad dressing. "Eh, I'm good with whatever."
You can hear him set the bowl down, and his free hand travel to the side of your waist, over the thick cotton of your sweatshirt, as you grin to yourself, shaking your head while you set the dressing on the counter. "Shouldn't we eat first?"
"Just missed you today." Art muttered, lightly turning you around to face him before giving your forehead a light peck. "Haven't seen you all week, pretty."
Your cheeks redden, and the familiar pit in your stomach follows directly after. Fuck. Art was older than you, yes, but an emotional man at the fact of it, but he was so fucking needy. He'd come see you, not even two or three days between, and act like it had been two months without contact. He'd lay his head on your chest, play with your fingers, tell you how much he missed you, all because you hadn't seen him in not even a week. From the outside, that probably looked pathetic, a married man, who had a wife and child at home, coming to a college-aged girl's apartment, not even the size of his bedroom, cuddling her like he was a teenager. It was fucking toxic, actually, but again, you tried not to think about that part of it.
"Well, why don't we eat, and then you can show me that you missed me later, hm? That okay?" You step back slightly to look up to him, reaching forward to cup his rose-tinted, pale cheeks. You lean up to kiss him, pulling away to slide out of his embrace, your eyes following the meal you had just made together.
Art was pouting, basically, as he frowned at the corner of his mouth, walking towards the other side of you and gently taking the tongs out of your hand. "I'd rather show you now. You can't tell me you don't want me to fuck you right here, sweetheart."
"Art." You purse your lips together, shooting him a glare. You could pretend to be annoyed all you want, but he knew you weren't aggravated with him. It's not like you didn't enjoy him fucking the shit out of you on your kitchen counter, or anywhere, matter of fact. He'd fuck you right in your car when he walked you out of his house after babysitting, he didn't give a fuck. He liked you a lot, way more than he should, even in the given scenario of an affair.
"What?" He tilted his head, looking down at you with that stupid cheeky-ass grin he'd always give you when he knew you were fibbing. You wanted him, obviously. Sometimes, he didn't know why you even pretended to act like you didn't want it right then and there.
Art really wasn't even the most dominating guy, but if that's what you wanted, he'd put on a fucking show. He'd bend you over and fuck the shit out of you if that's what you wanted him to do. He'd make it hurt, if that's what you wanted him to do. But again, he liked you, so he'd never actually hurt you.
You glance down between you, the obviously erection in his sweatpants pointing right at you. You look back up to him, that look of pure want on his face so obvious. You glance to your bedroom. You don't have to speak, he already knows, and he listens so fucking easily.
The chemistry between the two of you was a fucking pain sometimes. You'd be so wet when he'd do as much as touch your back, it would piss you off sometimes, and you would think that after fucking him for a few months now, that feeling of freshness would go away, but it didn't.
You'd do more than just fuck, too. If he wasn't such a public figure, he'd take you out on real date, probably try to pursue you in some way if he wasn't married, and just a more normal-status guy, but that wasn't the case. He would make efforts though, buy you flowers sometimes when he'd come over, order the two of you something to eat, whether it was Chinese takeout or a 5-star review restaurant steak, he didn't care. He just wanted to please you, the best he could. All the time.
Right now, his definition of pleasing you was gesturing for you to lay down on your twin-sized bed, and plant his face between your legs, eating your pussy until you were begging him to fuck you with something other than his tongue.
You wiggled yourself out of your shorts and underwear in one, Art assisting you by pulling them off your ankles and onto the wooden floor. He spread your knees apart, kneeling on the hard ground before his hot breath was planting kisses between your thighs, his eyes never leaving yours.
You gulp, averting your attention to his mouth. You watch him get closer, and you can only gasp when he latches onto your clit. You feel him move his hand onto your thighs, wrapping around them from the back and holding your sides, his pale, calloused hands digging into your skin. It didn't hurt though, not at all.
"Oh my god." Leaves your mouth without a single thought. Art knew exactly how to please you. "Art, you're gonna make me cum before you even fuck me."
He looked up to you, lips still pressed against your pussy, his eyes locked with yours for a moment, before he focused his attention to your body again. He didn't care. Guess that was the point.
You shake your head in disbelief, your back naturally arching as he pressed his tongue harder against you. God, you couldn't even imagine what it was going to be like when his cock was inside you, even though you'd slept together plenty of times before.
His tongue kept pace on your clit, as he moved one of his hands off your thigh and closer to your pussy, gently pushing his middle finger through your folds. Fucking hell, as if he couldn't make you more turned on.
"Art." His name rolled off your tongue. "You're gonna make me cum. I wanna finish with you."
He listened to you, and he obliged, despite how much he wanted you to cum now. Art slowly pulled his finger out of you, and his mouth away from you. He leaned up, motioning himself on top of you, before you moved your hands to lightly push him off.
"What's wrong?" He asked, almost immediately, his eyes dropping, almost disappointed. You knew his cock was aching to be inside you.
You lean up, your hands traveling to rest against the sides of his broad shoulders. "Here. Lay down."
Art wasn't going to fight that. He eagerly nodded at your request, your positions switching in seconds as he laid down on your bed. Your hands began to pull at the waistband on his sweats, and his underwear, sliding them off his body in one.
You weren't one for sucking cock, but with Art, you fucking adored it. You liked to watch him fall apart at just your mouth, knowing that he'd crumble once he fucked your pussy. You liked edging him to the point he was whining, begging, pleading to fuck you, or you to fuck him. Just depended on the day.
"You gonna suck my cock, pretty girl?" Art asked you, softly, a half-smile on his pink lips as he moved one of his hands to cup your cheek, his elbow propping his body up slightly. "Gonna let me fuck your mouth?"
"Mhm." You murmur, nodding as you move down to spit on his cock, wetting the tip before you peck a few kisses against his tip, glancing up at him as you laid on your stomach towards the end of your bed, front of your body aligned with his middle. "Gonna let you fuck my throat, Art."
Art's grin followed the rest of his lips, his cheeks dark red as his mouth hung open. He watched you lean down, his cock enveloped by your mouth. You had pretty, plump lips. Pretty and full lashes you'd bat when he fucked your throat. He could watch you suck him off all day. He could just be with you all day.
"You're so beautiful, [Y/N]. My pretty girl." He praised you, his hand still glued to your cheek, bits of spit against his thumb as you bobbed your head, his cock hard and full in your mouth. "Gonna let me fill your mouth up, hm? Or should I fill your pussy instead? What do you want, baby?"
It's not like you could answer the question. You keep sucking him off, looking up to his blue eyes, before you force him down your throat, muffling any sort of gag that your body desperately wanted to let out. You wanted him to know you could take his cock.
"God." He moaned, his eyes never leaving yours. He rubbed your cheek. "Your mouth feel so good, but I really wanna fuck you. Please, baby. I wanna cum in you. That pretty pussy, please."
It didn't take you much convincing to slide his cock out of your mouth and lay down on your bed. It made you feel embarrassed, desperate even, with how eager you were to have him stuff his cock inside you. Not like he judged you for that at all, just internal thoughts you'd have occasionally.
He sat up, his cock hard and straight, as his knees dug into the mattress. He took his shirt off in one pull, tossing it into the pile of your combined clothes before he moved you more towards the middle of the bed. He aimed his cock at your pussy, your legs spread wide for him, before he leaned forward, slowly pushing himself inside you, the both of you moaning at the raw feeling.
Art could be rough if you wanted him to, and you'd do the same for him, but typically, he savored the moment he entered you each and every time. He'd told you several times, that you were no where near in comparison to any woman he'd been with. No competition. You were it. In every way. Part of him wished he had met you earlier, maybe at Stanford or even grade-school. God, he would've worshipped you back then, all the way to now, and the future. You checked off all his boxes, physically, emotionally, sexually, everything. In a different narrative, he would've married you and had a life with you. Fuck tennis. Fuck everything. He'd rather whatever life he could've had with you.
"You feel so good, pretty. You always do." Art leaned down to press a hard kiss against your lips. He pecked your cheek, his lips moving to your ear. "I'm gonna fill that pussy. Gonna make you mine, baby, my sweet girl.. You want that? You like that?"
You nod, your mouth open as you moan, rather loudly as he picked his pace up the more he talked to you. "Y-Yes, baby, fuck yes, fill me up. You're so fucking sexy.. You fuck me so good, Art."
Art groaned at your response, moving his head back to align above yours, his overgrown curls bouncing with his movements, the bed squeaking underneath you. He'd let his hair grow out a bit more lately since you complemented it awhile back.
"Gonna fill this pussy, pretty girl. Gonna give you my cum." He muttered, almost to himself, as he looked between your bodies at what he could see, watching himself fill your hole. It was obvious you were fucking a former pro-athlete. He could fuck you for hours if he wanted to with the amount of stamina he had, regardless of his age. It was fucking hot, how much, and how long, he could fuck you.
You could feel your orgasm increasing the more he penetrated you, the more he pulled his cock nearly out of you and forcing it back inside you, sending jolts through your body. You were already overstimulated enough from just slower sex, him fucking you like a bunny was almost too much for you to take. Not like that was a bad thing though.
"Come on." You talk to him, watching between the two of you, too. "Make me cum, baby. I wanna finish with you, Art. Please, baby. Fuck me so good."
He nods, his body rocking against yours, your legs moving up to wrap around his hips, keeping him closer, and more inside you. You wanted him to fill all of you, not missing a drop of his cum. You wanted him to make you ache when you woke up tomorrow morning.
"Fuck." He groaned, moaning into your mouth as he kissed you, his tongue sliding against yours as he came inside you.
You felt your body jolt, finishing at the same time, as he filled your pussy up. It felt so good to be on the same level, the same energy, as him. So fucking good.
He gave it a few seconds before he pulled out of you, sitting back up, making sure he fucked your right. He rolled to the side before he pulled you closer to him, his hand running through your frizzy hair, kissing the side of your forehead.
You smirked, looking up to him, a small laugh leaving your lips. "What? You can't be shocked, we've had sex so many times I can't even count it at this point."
"I'm not shocked." Art laughed, playing with your hair as he looked up to the ceiling. "It just feels so different with you. You know how much I like you, [Y/N]. Just feels good is all."
"Hm." You watch him look up. You wanted to bring something else up, more emotional topics, but, as much as you knew he did fancy you, you didn't want to fuck up the moment. "Feels good to me, too." Is all you say in return.
Art looks down at you after a moment. "Yeah?" He grins, moving closer to you as he kisses your lips. "Good."
"Yeah." You return his kiss, slightly leaning up as you look to the door. "You wanna eat now? Got your energy out?"
Art shrugs, sitting up. He pecks your bare shoulder. "Maybe not. Maybe can let the rest of it out later."
"God, you're hornier than me." You scoff, pushing him off with a red face, laughing to yourself at the man before you. "Let's eat. I'm starving."
"Whatever you say." He smirks, clearly teasing you, before stepping out of the bed, grabbing his clothes and tossing yours to you.
And that was what was odd about you and Art. It was casual, but not in a hookup sense. Casual in the way that you could sit down and eat with him, make a meal with him, watch shows and movies together, like a normal couple. It drove you insane sometimes. He felt the same way, but how the hell could he tell you that, when he could never actually be with you? He'd have to mask it some type of way, and usually that was through sex. Not like he didn't enjoy it solely for sexual reasons, because, god, he enjoyed fucking you, but he also enjoyed you.
He watched you finish your plate as you sat on the sofa together. You were gorgeous, the perfect picture of the woman he'd want to be with for more than just this. But that was something you'd have to figure out later.
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HUH YUNJIN x FEM!READER
Prompt: With Le Sserafim in New York and you coincidentally having a runway show, she makes the time to meet up with you
Warnings/Notes: G!p Yunjin, eventual smut, model reader, golden retriever Yunjin
âSo I have a confession to makeâ Yunjin randomly blurts out during game night in some New York Hotel.
Sakura had just rolled the monopoly dice and took hold of her cat piece. âWhat is it?â
âYouâre gay?â Eunchae sarcastically question, earning an eye roll from the American.
âWeâve established that already, yes, but no thatâs not what I was gonna sayâ
âIt better be worth pausing this Monopoly game because I am becoming richer by the secondâ Chaewon smirked and showed off her buildings in majority of the board.
âSo I have a girlfriendâ Yunjin breathed out, feeling the weight roll off her shoulders.
The red head doesnât know why she felt the need to keep it a secret from her girls. It wasnât like she was scared that they wouldnât support her, it was more of the fact that she gets nervous about almost anything.
And Eunchae may also be a little of bit of a big mouth.
Once a small detail goes through the maknaeâs ear, the whole kpop industry suddenly knows.
âOh? Congratulations Yunjin!â Kazuha applauded excitedly, even giving her member a quick hug.
âIâm surprised you can even pullâ Chaewon teased, feeling a wad of monopoly cash slapped in her face. âOw!â
âEat shit. Anyways, sheâs super awesome~â
This particular side of Yunjin was an easy way for the members to bully her love struck puppy personality and Yunjin knew she wouldnât be able to defend herself.
âWhatâs her name?â Eunchae was the one to ask, already planning on texting Kyujin about the news.
Yunjin fiddled with her fingers and giggled like a school girl. âPark Y/nâ
All girls sat up on their knees with eyes wider than saucers. âWHAT???â
âTHE MODEL?â
âTHAT HOTTIE?â
âKill yourself Yunjin, thereâs no way youâre dating THE PARK Y/Nâ
Yunjin slapped Chaewon with the monopoly cash again, tired of her teasing. âIf you donât believe me, sheâs having a runway show tomorrow night. You can come with if youâd like. She can get us front row seatsâ
The eyes have gone wider and jaws were dropped.
âFRONT ROW TICKETS TO A RUNWAY SHOW?!?!â Sakura jumped up and about, squealing so high that the windows shook.
âIâll take that as a yes. Iâll message Y/n and let her knowâ Yunjin said with a smile.
âItâs a coincidence that you both are in New York right nowâ The leader hummed and took her turn in rolling the dice.
She did a small fist pump when it landed on a double 6.
âYeah I know, Iâm just as surprised as you are. Iâm planning to take her out on a date here soon and even introduce her to my familyâ
âAwwww our Yunjinie is such a good girlfriend~â Sakura smirked and playfully shook the taller member around.
Kazuha did a small applause. âI canât wait to see her on the runway!â
The following night of the said Runway ShowâŚ
âYunjin can you sit still?â Chaewon had hissed.
Chaewon couldâve been louder but sheâd make a total fool of herself in front of the entire audience as the show was going. Well, not much of a fool as Yunjin right now.
The red head was fussing about in her seat, trying her best to get a clear view of whenever your turn was.
Which was literally in a second.
As you began strutting down with you beautiful model face, Yunjin squealed and started shaking her sign around that read: âI LUV Y/N <3â
âWooohooooo! Go baby! You look so beautiful! Oh wow yayyyyy!~â
The Le Sserafim girls looked at their American member in disbelief. Did she suddenly forget she was an idol too?
âHuh Yunjin just how unprofessional are you gonna get?! Give me that and sit still!!â Chaewon growled, snatching the poster from Yunjin.
âWhatever. My girlfriendâs turn is over anywaysâ The red head grumbled before pursing her lips and waiting for the rest of the show to finish.
It felt like hours for Yunjin, but within minutes you had your bag over your shoulder and approaching your girlfriend and her group.
âBebby!~â Yunjin made grabby hands and ran to you like an actual puppy seeing its owner.
Which was not much of a surprise for anyone.
âMust you be so loud whenever Iâm on the runway? Be professional next timeâ You scolded but also melted into your girlfriendâs embrace where her large hands rested on your small waist.
She was squishing her cheek against your head and slowly pulled back with imaginary flat guilty ears. Her boba eyes grew wider and your body melted further. It was hard trying to maintain your nonchalant personality when your girlfriend was this fricking cute.
âIâm sorry bebby. I couldnât help it. You look so prettyâŚI mean you always look pretty heheâ
You tried to be annoyed by her unprofessionalism but your smirk ruined it.
And Yunjinâs abrupt peck to your lips. âMwah! Love you bebbyâ
âUgh Yunjin quit being a love sap and introduce us to your girlfriendâ You heard Chaewon hiss from afar.
âRight. Bebby, this is Kim Chaewon, our leader. Her temper is as short as her height-OW!â
âPiece of shitâ The short blonde gritted her teeth when she slapped the back of Yunjinâs head.
âThis is Miyawaki Sakura, the eldest. Then thereâs me, your cute adorable girlfriend. And then Nakamura Kazuha, our Samoyedâ
âSamoyed?â You repeated in question with a smile.
âApparently thatâs how my personality isâ Kazuha shrugged and grinned, letting you slowly see why she got the title.
âLast but not least our baby girl, Hong Eunchae! We spoil her with loveâ
You softly pinched the youngestâs cheek and smiled at her giggle. âDefinitely deserves to be spoilt. Itâs a pleasure to finally meet Le Sserafimâ you spoke calmly.
âCongrats on your runway event Y/n, you looked beautifulâ Kazuha complimented sweetly.
âThank you Kazuha, Iâm glad you liked it. Yunjin told me youâd all be in New York so I thought it would be nice to get you girls a giftâ you said with a smile and your manager instantly appeared with 4 bags of designer items that you collaborated with.
âOh wow these are limited edition! Thank you so much Y/n Unnie!â Eunchae squealed with eyes as bright as the sun.
You wouldâve thought she was Yunjinâs sister from how big her smile was. âYouâre welcome Eunchae. Enjoy your time in New Yorkâ
âI will Unnie, I really will!â
âIâll be going out with Y/n tonight for our date, Iâve already informed Manager-nimâ Yunjin quickly reminded to Chaewon specifically in hopes she wouldnât go ballistic but the leader hummed and nodded anyways.
âNo worries. Weâll get going now. Oh and Yunjin-ahâ Chaewon quickly called.
Yunjinâs brow raised in curiosity. âHm?â
âDonât stay out too late okay? We got content to filmâ
Yunjin saluted like a dork. âAy ay captain!â
âIdiot. Take care and it was lovely meeting you Y/n!â
You waved at the girls but could feel Yunjinâs puppy eyes on you again. âWhat are you staring at?â
âJust how beautiful my girlfriend is. I love you bebbyâ she said and kissed your temple.
âUgh. I love you too. Now where are you taking me tonight hm? You look so handsomeâ you smirked up at her and adjusted her blue button up long sleeve which was open at the collar.
âItâs a surprise bebby. This night will be memorableâ
Well Yunjin wasnât technically lying when she said memorable. She took you to a beautiful Italian restaurant, then surprising you with a bouquet of roses, and finally taking you on a walk by the beach where the moon shined bright.
Of course it wasnât gonna just end there.
Because now you found yourself riding your girlfriendâs big cock in your hotel room. Both of your clothes thrown somewhere youâd have to dig through later but right now you were focused on milking your sexy girlfriend and the way she was STILL looking at you with those boba eyes.
âF-Fuck, stop looking at me like thatâ you moaned.
âMmm, canât help it. My girl is just so pretty riding meâ
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you clawed onto her shoulder harder, feeling the tip of her dick reach deeper into your pussy. âYou drive me crazy, babyâ
Not needing to say another word, Yunjin quickly admired the hickeys she scattered all over your neck and collarbones, then giving into her cravings of your lips. She made the kiss slow, letting her tongue work around yours and felt the movement of your hips falter.
But your tone got louder, shamelessly moaning into your girlfriendâs mouth that some of your saliva went down your chin.
âTired, Princess?â She whispered into your mouth.
You nodded at her, being enough of a sign for Yunjin to lift you up and make you lay face first and ass up. You supported your balance by leaning on your elbows and looking back at your girlfriend who rubbed your ass and inserting her fat cock back inside your sopping cunt.
âA-Ah!â
âAlways tight for me arenât you, Y/n? My good girlâ
You moaned into the sheets from the use of your name instead of her usual nickname for you. One of the things you loved so much about Yunjin was how different she was during sex. She can be vanilla if she wanted to, but Yunjin thought where the fun was in that?
She loved making you wither under her touch. Hearing you cry for her name and beg for her to please you in all the right ways.
âMmhm right there baby!â You screamed at the inhumane pace Yunjin was going at, the slapping sounds echoing throughout the room (and probably even outside the entire hotel).
Yunjin towered her body over your back and trailed kisses at your jaw, feeling her smile against your skin. âYour pussy is sucking me in so nice, baby. Gonna fill it up with so much of my cum. Youâd like that wouldnât you?â
You nodded, clearly too tired to properly answer and the abrupt hold on your jaw made your eyes go wide. Yunjin squeezed your mouth open. âOpen up and tongue out, darlingâ
Doing so, the red head spat on your tongue and forcefully closed your mouth before holding your throat. âSwallow.â
She hummed in satisfaction at your obedience, the knot in her stomach growing. âHmm fuck, gonna cum Princessâ
âYes yes please cum in me, Yunnieâ you mumbled with tears.
Yunjin was panting in your ear before releasing an aggressive groan, her hips snapping in a harsh but slower pace as she reached her peak. You felt the warm flood of cum fill your needy pussy to the brim, Yunjin then slowly pulling herself out to watch your creamy pussy leak.
âSo hotâ you exhaled, using two fingers to scoop the liquid and popping them into your mouth. âSo tastyâ
Yunjin guided you to lay your body down with your head on her chest, then pulling the covers over your sweaty bodies. She kissed your head and spent a few minutes helping you calm down by rubbing circles on your back. âYou okay, bebby?â
âYeah. We havenât fucked in so long, I almost passed outâ
âI missed you so much, bebby. Sorry we havenât been going out latelyâ
You shook your head and placed multiple kisses on your girlfriendâs face. âDonât apologise, my love. We still call all the time so just hearing your voice brings me satisfactionâ
Yunjin smiled at your words. âDid you want to join us tomorrow? We wonât show your face on the cameras. As long as Iâm with you, I donât care about anything elseâ
âYou know I have a photoshoot tomorrow, babe and plus I think your fans will go on a killing spree if they see us togetherâ
Yunjin pouted. âI wonât let them touch you, bebby. Iâll use my magic force field to protect youâ
You laughed into her neck and pinched her sides. âYouâre such a dorkâ
âA dork youâre super in love with, am I right?â She wiggled her eyebrows.
âYes. A dork Iâm super duper in love withâ
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Tony Starkâs achievements
Childhood:
âBrilliant and unique mindâ
At age 4 built his first circuit board
At age 6 built his first engine
Cracked the Pentagonâs firewall in high school on a dare
Went to college at 14
Built cool smart robots (Dum-E and U) when he was a teen
At 17 graduated summa cum laude from MIT
Polyglot
Before Afghanistan:
âDa Vinci of our timeâ
Became an owner and CEO of Stark Industries at 21
Successfully ran the company for decades
Advanced the world of technology, not only in weaponry and robotics but also:
created advanced AI J.A.R.V.I.S.
created holographic interface technology
created repulsor technology
Participated in charity
In and after Afghanistan:
âIâm sorry, Iâm not Tony Starkâ
Survived an open-heart surgery in a cave, without general anesthesia
Lived with, in fact, a debilitating wound, shrapnel, and a huge and dangerous technological device in his body for years and was willing and capable of doing not only his usual work but also being a superhero and doing all these next things...
Did not give up under torture and fought with his captors
Invented and built a miniaturized Arc Reactor, in a cave, with a box of scraps
Invented and built Iron Man armor, in the same cave, with the same box of scraps
Escaped from captivity by himself (with help from Yinsen, but without any armed assistance)
Became an expert in piloting and driving
Saved people in Gulmira
Saved a USAF pilot
Probably the best hacker in the world, was able to easily hack networks of the Pentagon, US government, AIM, and SHIELD
Fought with Iron Monger after nearly died. Defeated him and saved many lives. Was ready to die for that
Built many more different Iron Man armors
Fought terrorists between IM and IM2 (IM2 tie-in comics)
Saved a submarine crew (IM2 - newspapers in Vankoâs home)
Saved a woman from a fire (IM2 - newspapers in Vankoâs home)
âStabilized East-West relationsâ (IM2 - newspapers in Vankoâs home), so the world was âenjoying its longest period of uninterrupted peace in yearsâ
Organized Stark Expo
Was able to keep Iron Man armor in his safe hands despite the governmentâs and HYDRAâs attempts to take it for themselves
Defeated Ivan Vanko in Monaco
(Re)Discovered a new element
 Synthesized it, by building a particle accelerator, at home
Revolutionized energy industry and science. Gave clean energy to the world
Defeated Vanko in New York with Rhodey, Natasha, and Pepper and saved many lives again
Saved Peter Parker (IM2)
Made it so that the Abomination would not leave prison and join the Avengers
Built Stark/Avengers Tower powered by Arc Reactor technology
Saved Steve Rogers and many civilians in Germany from Loki
Was able to fight with Thor on equal terms
Biggest brain on Earth, arguably - in the Universe:
best scientist on the team, in SHIELD, on Earth, in the Universe
expert in nuclear, particle, and quantum physics
was able to learn very quickly â became an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics in one night
Successfully tracked Tesseract by its gamma radiation with Bruce
Saved Helicarrier with the Avengers and SHIELD agents on board, almost died
Saved Rogers from a merc right after that
Fought with Chitauri, killed many of them, saved a lot of people
Was able to blow up a Leviathan by himself
Saved New York City by redirecting a nuke to the wormhole
Saved the world by destroying Thanosâ Chitauri army, almost died again
Founded The United States Department of Damage Control to clean up after battles
Rebuilt Stark Tower into Avengers Tower and gave each team member their own quarters
One of the best biologists and biomedical engineers on Earth, even if itâs not his main area of expertise:
helped Maya with Extremis back in 1999, because knew more in her own field, and even didnât remember that
was head hunted by Aldrich Killian to work on Extremis with/instead of Maya, who was the leading expert in tissue regeneration
improved and stabilized Extremis, so it became safe regenerative technology, and with itâŚ
cured Pepper
healed extensive injuries in his chest
invented and implanted devices for remote control of his suits (into his forearm in IM3, and most probably into his brain for Mark L armor in Infinity War)
invented build-in diagnostic system in his suits
Invented many devices for protection purposes (ex. bomb disposal)
A capable detective. Figured out the cause of explosions in IM3 on his own
Saved Pepper instead of himself by putting Mark 42 on her during the attack on his Malibu mansion
Survived the attack with a barely working prototype suit. Shot down a helicopter with a piano
Was able to fight with enhanced fire-breathing regenerating terrorists without armor and weapons in Rose Hill. In handcuffs
Knowledgeable and skilled in medicine:
saved a kid with his arc reactor in a deleted scene from IM3, selflessly pulling it out of his chest and performing defibrillation under electric shocks
knew how to recognize hyperglycemia when Harley was eating 3rd bawl of candies
closed his wound in Infinity War with nanoparticles
performed first-aid on Bruce after his snap
Built a lot of stuff from random things he bought in a store for the assault on the Mandarin's mansion. In a motel
Successfully stormed the Mandarin's mansion full of armed and huge security guys with dogs. Alone. Without his armor
Successfully escaped captivity in the Mandarin's mansion with just a few pieces of armor on
Saved all the people who fell from the Air Force One
Stormed Roxxon Norco ship with Rhodey, without a suit. With one handgun
Saved the US president
Defeated Killian and his Extremis-enhanced terrorists, saved many lives
Built quinjets
Created Iron Legion
Became the benefactor of the Avengers, provided them with everything, was a combatant, and also the teamâs pilot, hacker, engineer, medic, and scientist
As an Avenger saved many lives on missions, including destroying the rest of HYDRA in AoU
With Bruceâs help created Veronica and Hulkbuster suit
Defeated a rogue Iron Legionnaire with a fork
In contrast to other team members was able to function after Wanda played with his mind
Defeated mad Hulk. Saved a lot of lives in Johannesburg
Easily hacked nuclear codes in Nexus and found J.A.R.V.I.S. âin the worldâs biggest haystackâ
Created advanced AI F.R.I.D.A.Y.
Many advanced AIs
Created Vision
With the Avengers defeated Ultron and his army
Evacuated people who were left in Sokovia
Saved a falling evacuation shuttle with people on it
Together with Thor saved Earth by destroying the falling Sokovia
Rebuilt Stark Compound into Avengers Compound for the team in Upstate New York
Invented several medical devices, including leg braces, blood toxicity detector
Sponsored the development of technology for psychotherapy (B.A.R.F.). Prevented it from being used for harm
Funded all the studentsâ projects at MIT
Did everything possible to legally, politically, and physically protect the team before, during, and after the Civil War
Was able to disarm Winter Soldier without a suit, with only one armored glove
Figured out Spider-Manâs identity
Created Spider-Manâs suits
Mentored, sponsored, and looked after Peter Parker
Saved Peter Parker (SMH). Twice
Saved the ferry from sinking
Invented nanoparticles
 âEarthâs best defenderâ
Went to space to save Peter, Strange and bring back Time Stone
Saved Peter Parker (IW)
Saved Strange on the Donut spaceship. Killed Ebony Maw
Cloak of Levitation chose him as his second favorite (deleted scene with Tony wearing Levi and Strange in Mark L)
Was respected by Thanos himself
Withstood when Thanos hit him with a moon
Fought Thanos, made him bleed, kept fighting even without armor
Survived a severe injury thanks to his own invention
Was able to function, tried to fix Benatar, and return home while injured and ill with an infected wound
Built a lab for Bruce and helped him to become one with Hulk (combine the best of both worlds)
Became an amazing dad
Became an expert in time travel physics
Discovered/invented (controlled) Time travel
Built a time machine
Went on Time Heist and stole Tesseract from a guarded military base
Created his own Infinity Gauntlet
Thus brought half of the universe back to existence (Bruce snapped and partially sacrificed his health, but nothing would be possible without Tony)
Saved Bruceâs arm by providing emergency medical care
Fought with Thanos again andâŚ
Saved the whole Universe
#tony stark#iron man#mcu#marvel#the avengers#avengers endgame#captain america civil war#avengers age of ultron#iron man 2#iron man 3#spider man homecoming#avengers infinity war
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aboutâ wonbinâs a musical prodigy, having worked alongside critically acclaimed producers, and now heâs your guest lecturer for the semester. correction, your hot lecturer for the semester (producer!wonbin x f.reader)
authorâs noteâ this is a little rough but i still like the way it turned out! title is from this song if anyone's curious hehe i think it's wonbin coded lowkey
warningâ language, teacher-student dynamic, me blatantly lying about new york/nyu, alcohol use, (soft?) dirty talk, fingering (f. receiving), whiny wonbin, oral (m. receiving), teasing, penetrative sex (with a condom!!) 18+ MDNI!!!
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Thursdays and Fridays from four to six, those were his office hours. It was difficult to have office hours that fit everyoneâs schedule and that was the best he could do given he was only a guest lecturer. Even worse, he wasnât given an office for said hours due to the deconstructed nature of the city. Going to university in New York was already far from traditional, and the conditions were no exception. But Wonbin didnât mind, reserving a nice table on the second floor of Gregory's coffee on Broadway. It wasn't much but it was enough for the four or five students who took advantage of the time.
You were one of them. You knew all too well the struggle of falling behind in a class by thinking you had a handle on the material, only to be drowning in confusion come midterms. The class, The Sociology of Pop Music, interested you too much for you to risk completely flopping just because you failed to utilize your resources. But it wasnât just your grade that you cared about. It helped that the guest lecturer in question was unbelievably sexy, an absolute dreamboat wunderkind who was just barely older than the students he was in charge of.Â
Park Wonbin, musician to the stars. Heâd worked with countless acclaimed producers, written for most of the Billboard Hot 100 artists, and even put out his own flawless body of work that gifted him one Grammy and several nominations. He was an absolute icon at the ripe age of twenty-two and you were dying to sink your claws into him. Soft and athletic, inky black waves, a bashful smile and a voice that the heavens surely blessed him with. His presence was more distracting than conducive for your precious six-figure education, your thighs clenching together every Tuesday and Thursday that he took his place at the professorâs podium.
But you weren't the only one. Nearly everyone in the class was crushing on him, eyes batting as they asked elementary questions and giggles erupting at even his worst attempts at jokes. You felt like a dime a dozen lusting after him, gnawing your lower lip at the way his back muscles flexed when he turned to write something on the board. Get a grip, youâd think to yourself. Youâre fighting for a slot on a list of many.Â
So you amused yourself with your self-labeled delusion, daydreaming about him outside of class and showing up to his office hours to clear up even the smallest of questions about the weekâs lectures. He was careful with every word, taking his time to cultivate thorough responses to any and all questions you thought up for him, even ones that stemmed outside of the class's margins.Â
You still remember the first time you saw him, your jaw nearly dropping to the floor as he entered the lecture hall like any other student. Except he headed straight for the front of the room, placing his bag down at a table near the podium where the staff chaperone was setting up. He picked up the small expo marker that sat on the table, taking off the cap to write wonbin on the white board in messy penmanship before he followed it up with a squiggly smiley face. You knew who he was, his name notorious in the music wing of your school considering what heâd accomplished at such a young age. His looks definitely didnât hurt, either.
He smiled at you, sitting in the second row waiting for class to start. Most people opted to sit as far back as possible, in the seats that were easier to slip out of the classroom unnoticed. But you sat proudly in the second row, alongside a few other eager students whoâd heard good things about the class. His smile felt so personal, the glint of his teeth nearly causing heart palpitations as you smiled back. He didnât know your name just yet, and suddenly that was your lifeâs mission; to make this man say your name.
It almost made you think he was giving you special attention with the way he paid close attention to you, his eyes lighting up whenever you came around the coffee shop steps with your notes in tow. Heâd even stay past six oâclock if there were too many people before you who needed help, always offering to buy you a cup of coffee or a pastry after having waited for so long. He was so attentive, leaning into your space to look over the notes you took and making sure you were following along correctly. It was hard not to drool over him, especially when you were two of the last people left on the second floor, looking like a couple to the onlooking world.Â
âIâm serious! I think Iâm gonna ask him out.â
Winter rolled her eyes, closing the magazine that she was never really reading in the first place. "So, what? You'll fuck his brains out in his office and then walk into class like nothing happened?"
"Actually, he doesn't have an office." The thought made you blush, sneaking around with Wonbin while your classmates and professors were none the wiser. The taboo was too hot for you to let go of.
Another roll of her eyes, this time meant for you to see. "___, get a grip. You're just slobbering all over him because he's famous. At the end of the semester, you'll go back to eyeing that one saxophonist."
Winter was numb to the novelty surrounding celebrity and the likes of it. She was a not so struggling artist whose parents funded her entire lifestyle, and it had been that way her whole life. She'd had her fair share of moments in Page Six, and the lavish New York socialite life had grown old for her. Her friends were still in the scene, but she had long since retired. Winter's idea of a fun Friday night these days included watching The White Lotus while experimenting with cookie recipes (with hopes of making it into the NYT Christmas Cookie lineup, of course).
You didnât tell any of your college friends, though. Sure, the whole university knew that he was guest-teaching a music-related course and that he was unbelievably attractive, but you never mentioned to your friends that you felt something between the two of you. As much as you trusted your small circle of friends, you knew that student-teacher relationships were absolutely prohibited, no exceptions. Knowing this did nothing to quell the insatiable thirst you had for him, or the flutter of your heart every time he locked eyes with you. You were willing to throw caution to the wind for him, knowing you officially had it bad for him the moment you started doodling his name in your notebook. It got to the point where you were ready to make your move, ready to invite him to an apartment party one of your friends was throwing.Â
It was a Thursday evening, another night of attending his office hours despite your ninety-five percent in the class. You were the last student left in the final minutes of his office hours, just the two of you at the moderately sized table of the cafĂŠ. Your hands were mere centimeters from touching where they were laid out on the table, his warmth radiating onto you as he penciled in some helpful reminders in the margins of your notes. Just as you parted your lips to speak, he interjected. âI think it would be best if you stopped coming to office hours.â
That was not what you were expecting him to say. âOh, um. Alright. Can I ask why?â
âYouâve clearly got an amazing grip on the material, and if anything youâre wasting your time showing up so frequently. It would be better if I had the full two hours for the students who are really struggling.â He refused to look you directly in the eyes as he spoke, opting to stare at your notes instead.
âOh. Okay.â You gathered up all of your notes and pencils as quickly as you could, shoving them into your backpack without caring if the edges curled. The chair skidded back as you stood from it, not bothering with a goodbye as you saw yourself out. It was humiliating, almost, for him to have given you such a backhanded compliment. You started ruffling through your attendance record in the class and decided that you could afford to miss Tuesday, too embarrassed to be seen by him so soon after.
You really dodged a bullet there, then. Just seconds away from making a move on him when he told you that you should stop showing up to the only semi-private time you had together. It made you feel more delusional than ever before, allowing yourself to think he might actually feel something for you, too. You ignored the tears of frustration teasing the corners of your eyes, running off to the subway station that would deliver you back to your lousy campus housing safely.
What you didnât see, however, was Wonbin nervously pulling at the ends of his hair. He was always such a bad liar but he knew he needed to put on the performance of a lifetime in order to get you to leave him alone. Considering it was quite the opposite of what he wanted you to do. There was something so intoxicating about you, your voice, your lips, your scent, that had him thoroughly fucked for you. Legally, he didnât feel bad about it. But the professor he was working under, as well as the university, had already told him that under no circumstances was he to have dalliances with any of the students. So there he was, stuck thinking about you and not being able to do anything about it.
He had everything under control, at first. A few stolen glances during class but nothing to raise suspicion, just long enough for it to seem casual. Then it was finding you on social media, careful not to like any posts or to actually follow you, which made him feel like he was in full creeper mode. That was where he decided to draw the line until you started showing up to his office hours consistently, just as gorgeous as ever as you plopped down next to him in full concentration. He let himself indulge for a while, showering you with just a bit of special treatment until he realized he was crossing into dangerous territory. So he drew the line without a second thought.
You felt like you were back in high school, throwing a fit over being rejected by your longtime crush. All heâd done was politely ask you not to attend office hours anymore, but it felt like heâd told you off. You tried to convince yourself that it was because of your education, that you didnât appreciate him taking away a resource that was proving itself helpful for you. But the real reason, the one you didnât want to admit, was that you knew he felt it too. The storybook surge of electricity when his shoulder brushed yours and the way he never offered to get any of the other students coffee and pastries. The way heâd sometimes call you by a nickname when you were together or the way he spoke so highly of you in your exam notes. It was more than a one-sided schoolgirl crush and he was denying it just the same as you, and you couldnât ignore how much it stung.
Saturday night was your chance to forget all about it. A friend of Winter's had convinced her to open up her ridiculously large penthouse for a laidback party, and she reluctantly agreed. You went to the party having skipped Wonbinâs office hours the evening before, successfully resisting the urge to 'drop by' the coffee shop casually; that would've been worse than just going to office hours. You were ready to let loose, your body a bit tense after the marathon overthinking session you had when Wonbin all but rejected you. All done up in one of your favorite âgoing outâ getups, you set yourself at a three drink maximum before starting the trek there.
You arrived considerably late, the party in full swing by the time you stepped off the elevator and onto the floor. There were so many people, sweaty bodies and intoxicated breaths, so much so that you almost missed him. He was leaning up against one of the kitchen countertops, nursing a drink of his own as he chatted with your friends. You couldnât help but roll your eyes at the sight, almost annoyed that you ran in the same circles. But you pushed it aside to go talk to them, knowing theyâd have a drink in your hand faster than you could make one. â___! You made it!â Wonbinâs eyes shot up to you making your way over to them, a raspy âfuckâ making its way off of his tongue. He suddenly felt trapped, nowhere to run as his student joined his little conversation circle. âHave you met Wonbin?â
âYeah, we know each other. From around.â You avoided his gaze at all costs. âI need a drink.â
Wonbin quirked an eyebrow at you, âYou drink?â
âYeah, is that a problem?â
He cleared his throat awkwardly, shifting his weight to the other foot as he avoided eye contact with you. âI just, you know⌠Are you old enough for that?â
âEw, donât be gross. Iâm a uni student, Iâm not in daycare. Iâm twenty-one, promise.â
You were baiting him, and he knew it. Your anger was directed at him and only him, your bubbly demeanor intact for your friends as you caught each other up on the last month or so of your lives. You had no intention of making this night, or his life, easy. You knocked back the drink your friend Sohee gave you easily, sending Wonbin a sarcastic wink as he stared at you.
Even though your mind was begging you to run, you refused to let him ruin your night. They were your friends, too, and things were only awkward because he made them so. You stood your ground, pretending like he wasnât even there as the conversation ebbed and flowed naturally, the party music seeming to follow suit. Everything was fine until someone whoâd had too many came barreling into the kitchen, spilling their sticky spiked punch all over your legs. You let out a curse as it spilled into your shoes, the sensation far too uncomfortable to ignore.
âHere, go clean up in my bathroom.â Winter handed you the key, sending you off with a gentle shove in the direction of her bedroom.
You didnât bother locking the door back behind you, knowing youâd be in and out before anyone could miss you. You took the time to freshen yourself up as well, poking around in Winterâs cabinets to see if she had anything exciting or ridiculously expensive. Perfumes, hand creams, serums. Sometimes you forget how rich New Yorkers could be. You turned the light off in the bathroom, turning to leave when you nearly jumped out of your skin at the pair of eyes watching you. âWhat the hell are you doing in here?â
âYou didnât lock the door back.â
Wonbin crossed further into the room, hands in his pockets as he watched you. Even when you were irritated with him, his charm was able to cut through your faux harsh exterior. âI'm sorry, is this allowed? Or does this count as office hours, too? Should I see myself out so that other partygoers can take advantage of your precious time?â
â___, stop. I was just trying to make a decision based on what I thought was best.â
You scoffed at that, trying to ignore just how close heâd gotten to you. âYeah, right. Thereâs only like five people who bother showing up anymore, so I donât know why me showing up is such a big deal? Like you must think awfully highly of yourself if you thââ
He cut you off with a swift kiss, lips finding yours in the pale lighting of the bedroom as you froze. Time seemed to slow; just barely noticeable, but you could feel it. Like one minute felt like two with his hands cupping your cheeks and his hips pressed against yours. You relaxed into his touch, daring to kiss back as the party outside seemed to disappear. All your senses could focus on was him and the way he seemed to consume you.
He walked you backwards, stopping as you stumbled into a wall. The once innocent kiss grew in desperation, your hands everywhere at once as your tongues clashed over and over again. It couldâve easily been a dream with how much youâd both had to drink, the taste of tequila fresh on his lips as you begged for more. Your leg hooked around his waist to draw him closer, a gasp slipping from your lips as you felt how hard he was through his jeans. And then he just stopped.
âFuck, I shouldnât have done that.â He was breathless, his words not matching his desire as he slowly backed away from you. âThis is exactly what I was trying so hard to avoid. I'm your superior, ___, I'd get fired for this.â
Your mind was blank, not a single thought worthy of being voiced in response to him. You knew it was wrong, knew his position could be terminated, but you didnât care. Not when his touch was so addictive and your name sounded so sweet on his lips.
âThis⌠this never happened, okay? And it can never happen again.â
He stalked off to rejoin the party, leaving you breathless and unsure of if any of that was real. The only evidence was the faint waft of his cologne that stayed behind, taunting you with the memory of his kiss. His soft, heated, spine-tingling kiss that had your head spinning from the feeling of it. Your lips were puffy from it, fingers reaching up to touch them delicately as if you could scare away the feeling somehow.Â
Your thoughts were interrupted by him coming back in, locking the door behind him as you fixed your hunched over posture. âFuck it, fuck this job, I donât need to be a guest lecturer.â His hands found your hips as he pulled you in once again, kissing you with much different intent behind it. âThis is all I've been able to think about this semester.â
You let out a whimper, clawing at his shirt as his teeth pulled at your lower lip. His hands smoothed their way up your body, cupping your breasts through the material of your shirt as you moaned into his mouth. This felt real, no doubt in your mind as you melted like putty in his hands. âDo something.â
His lips migrated to your ear, licking along the shell of it as your head tipped back. âDo you want my fingers?â You nodded sheepishly, cheeks flooding with heat in a sudden wave of shyness. âThen spread your legs for me, baby.â Your body obeyed him without question, legs spreading for him to slip his hand between. He could feel how wet you were through the pants you were wearing, your underwear no match for the arousal he was responsible for. Your fingers fumbled with the button of them, popping it open and dragging the zipper down.
You knew this was a bad idea. Whether you cared or not, having his hand slip past your panties was wrong on so many levels, no matter how good it felt. His reputation and your academic career were on the line, but you couldnât will yourself to stop him. Not when your body was yearning for more, thighs clenching at the circles he was rubbing against your clit. Not with his lips scaling your neck with kisses that only made your knees weaker than they already were.
Your resolve finally melted when he slipped a finger into your warm heat, the stretch easily out-rivaling anything your own fingers provided. The relief sent you into a spiral of high pitched sighs and moans as he added another, curling them near perfectly against your g-spot.
âSound so pretty for me, baby. Wanna put your moans in a song.â The thought alone made your stomach twist, visions of riding him in his studio while he held his microphone up to your lips. He could see the shift in your expression at the suggestion, teeth practically destroying your lower lip. âIs that what you want, baby? Wanna be my muse?â
All you could do was nod as the heel of his palm pressed against your clit, your orgasm crashing over you much sooner than you expected. He kissed you through the waves of pleasure, swallowing the pleas of his name and the whimpers from the slight overstimulation of your clit. The cherry on top, though, was when he licked his fingers clean of your arousal without once breaking eye contact. It made you shudder.
Neither one of you knew where to go from that moment on, the heat of it all long gone as you faced reality head on. You zipped your pants back up to break the silence, fluffing your hands through your hair to alleviate any signs of sexual activity before rejoining the party. Not a word to Wonbin before going back like nothing happened, even though the uncomfortable dampness of your panties said otherwise.Â
unsaved number, 3:25am
âł itâs Wonbin, i got your number from sohee. we should meet soon
you, 9:08am
âł yeah? where?
wonbin, 9:09am
âł 150 east 14th st, @ 11
you, 9:12am
âł smh making me get my day started on a sunday morning
His apartment was as well kept as him, minimalistic in all its glory but decorated with his achievements wherever he saw fit. Awards, records, framed lyrics, any and everything he felt deeply proud of. You knew that you shouldnât be there, no matter what occurred the night before. Wonbin was irresistible, and giving into his invitation was practically asking for trouble.
âI got coffee and bagels, if youâre hungry.â
Not just any coffee, though. Coffee from Gregory's. Of course heâd do something like this, you thought. He's trying to prey on my sentimentality to get me in bed. Kinda smart. âWhy am I here, Wonbin?â
âWell as of three oâclock this morning, Iâm no longer your teacher.â
You nearly choked on nothing as he smiled at you, pulling up the email correspondence from the Dean. âI'm sorry, what?â
âI never needed that teaching job, anyway. I took it because it felt good helping students, but it was getting to be too much, cutting into my own work time. And then when we crossed that line last night⌠I knew quitting was just the right thing to do.â He walked gingerly toward you, assessing your reaction carefully as he closed the gap between you.
You looked at him incredulously, brows furrowed as if heâd grown a second head. âY-youâre not my teacher anymore?â
âI'm not your teacher anymore.â He backed you up against the wall of his foyer, the position eerily similar to where you were mere hours before. Heat rose to your face as he gazed at you, his smirk painfully malicious as his hand cupped your jaw. âLemme take you out on a proper date. Dinner⌠the Angelika⌠dessert.â
Your gulp seemed to echo the walls of his apartment, giving up any and all fronts you were trying to put up. You could feel his lips hovering over yours more than you could see them, the soft hum that reverberated as he asked you if youâd like that. âI'm⌠not sure weâll make it to dessert.â
âI thought I taught you last night to always leave room for dessert.â He popped open the first button of your blouse, getting a peak at the lavender bra beneath it. Youâd dressed up for him, knowing very well where things could lead and not wanting him to see you in your far less alluring Sunday attire. Your breath hitched at his touch, your mind shouting for you to just wait for the date before crossing any more lines. But there he was, just as sexy as ever, sliding the sleeves of your top down your arms with his forehead pressed against yours. Youd didnât stand a chance.
Your back was hitting his mattress before you could gather the strength to hold off, more of your clothes in a tangled web on his floor than on your actual bodies. Your skin was saccharine, a sweetener heâd been searching for ever since he could identify its name and he couldnât get enough of it. Marks of his lips were blooming on every inch he could reach, your body signed with his name in a way you never knew you needed. His name rolled off your tongue like it was the only word you knew, the two syllables your new favorite combination in the entire world.
His hands guided your slip skirt down your legs, discarding it carefully with the rest of your clothes as you tugged impatiently at his boxers. He was hard, dangerously so, and it was killing you not to see him in all of his naked glory. âCanisuckyouoff?â You didnât even think about it, the words flying out of your mouth before you could even try to stop them.
âSeriously?â You were already flipping the two of you over, inching your way down his legs until your face was leveled with his hips.
âYes, please. I wanna make you feel good.â
Nothing couldâve prepared you properly for his length springing out of his black balenciaga underwear. It wouldâve been a shame if he wasnât as well-endowed as you wanted, but you were mature enough to know that it wasnât all about size. Wonbin, however, was all about size. He was probably just barely above average in length but he was thick with veins in all the right places that had you close to drooling all over him.
You licked at his tip in a graze, not enough to satisfy him but enough to get him squirming. Small, agonizing licks here and there that had him fisting at his hair in sheer frustration. You pitied him with a bold lick up the underside, but went right back to the teasing that had him close to tears. â___, fuck, I canât take anymore of this. I thought you said you wanted to make me feel good.â
âI will, baby, you just have to be patient.â
He whined out, not sure how the rest of the afternoon was going to play out if you kept teasing him so mercilessly. He was just about to beg again for you to touch him when your lips wrapped around his tip, his back arching involuntarily and sending him further into your mouth. A guttural groan accompanied the pleasure pumping through his veins as you bobbed her head along his cock, swirling your tongue around him every so often. You had a primal need for more of him, more of the way he tasted and the precum that was oozing out of him. More of the way his groans switched to melodious moans as his climax neared him, more of the way his face was contorted in pleasure as your hands rubbed at his thighs.Â
His orgasm was building up in the pit of his stomach, the twine of tension pulling further and further until he was sure it was going to snap. Your mouth abandoning his cock in favor of his balls almost did the trick, your hand wrapping around him to jerk as you sucked one at a time. He pulled you off of him reluctantly, wanting so desperately to cum in your mouth but knowing heâd regret passing up the opportunity to fuck you. âI have condoms in the drawer.â His breath was ragged as he pointed the drawer out to you, his hair sticking to his forehead as his body heat was skyrocketing. You handed one to him before shuffling back to the bed, letting him climb over you clumsily with his arms supporting his weight.
He tapped his tip against your clit, running it between your folds as you bucked your hips toward his. âThat's not fair.â
He slipped inside of you, barely an inch before pulling back out. He repeated the movement over and over until you were gripping at his hips in an attempt to force more out of him. âIsnât it, though? You had your funâŚâ You were so wet that it was making it hard for him to keep up, your soaked walls pulling him in with every shallow thrust. âHave you learned your lesson yet, baby?â
You nodded your head furiously, feeling almost embarrassed by how much you needed him. He refused to give up so easily, though, continuing his perfectly angled thrusts that grazed your g-spot just enough to make your hips buck. "Wonbin, please."
His first full thrust had you clenching around him so tightly that he almost came on the spot, the warmth of you wrapped around him so overwhelming that he had to screw his eyes shut. Your eyes fluttered in satisfaction as he filled you to the brim, the stretch burning deliciously. All you could think about was the next time, and the time after that, and how he could stretch you out whenever he wanted to now. He was yours now.
His lips wrapped around your nipple as he slowly dragged himself in and out of you, savoring how tightly you were squeezing him. It was all the anticipation finally materializing into something he couldnât get enough of. Your moans, your faces of pleasure, your scent, your taste. He wanted as much of it as youâd let him have, for however long youâd let him have it. "Is this what you were thinking of while I was trying to teach you? Hm? Thought about me stuffing you full of my cock?"
The only noise you could manage was a raspy moan, mind completely numbed by the sensation of his skin pressed against yours. You could feel your lips move, saying something along the lines of wanteditsobadbinnie, but the feeling of his nose dragging up the side of your neck distracted you.
Your bodies seemed to mold together as he picked up speed, drilling into you relentlessly as your nails dug into his hips, asking for more. The slap of your skin against each other was his kryptonite as he wrapped your legs around his waist, wanting to hear it again and again until it played in his mind on a loop. He could feel the knot in his stomach warning him to slow down, to relish in the feeling a bit longer, but he didnât care. Not when your lips were pressed right to his ear begging him not to stop. âAre you gonna cum for me?â
He tried to respond with a âyesâ, but the absentminded clench of your walls sent him over the edge in a flash. He emptied himself into the condom, trying his hardest to focus all of his efforts on pushing you towards your own orgasm. His fingers found your clit between your sweaty bodies, the rough pad of his thumb orbiting your clit until you joined him in your own throes of euphoria. Your nails clawed down the expanse of his back as your vision blurred, ecstasy replacing every cell in your body as he kissed along your jaw.
The room smelled of sex and the remnants of his body wash, both of you fighting for air as you wrapped yourselves in his sheets. Your fingertips danced across his chest as he watched you wordlessly, face flushed with the evidence of your Sunday afternoon in. âWhat are you thinking about?â He caught your hand in his, eyes still trained on your face.
âHonestly? Trying to remember if there are any hidden corners in the Angelika where we can have sex.â You looked up at him as he laughed, a smile of your own creeping onto your lips. âWhat? Too honest?â
âYouâre kinda perfect, you know that?â
His lips pressed chastely against your temple. âYeah, actually, I do.â
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