#Male Oc

[roselyn-writing]

Happy birthday to my handsome Incubus, my F/O too 🎉🥳🎂🎁

Dividers from Glitter-Graphics.

[astermagnolia]

Wohooo!!!! Chapter 11 is up!

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[legendary-69420]

The Party of the Year 2: A Celebration Written in the Stars

Chapter 12 : Part 2

(Racing Hearts : VOLUME 3 )

racing hearts

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over Italy’s picturesque skyline. Back at the Spencer mansion, a whirlwind of activity took place. Mark’s phone wouldn’t stop vibrating with an endless flood of messages from celebrities, actors, models, and his closest friends wishing him a happy birthday. The group chat buzzed with energy.

Lando: "Today’s all about you, King! Enjoy it!"

Mark: "Let’s be honest, what day isn’t about me? 😎"

That message earned a flood of laughing emojis.

The Arrival

Evening rolled around, and Charles, along with Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Max, Pierre and others boarded a private jet to Italy. It had been two whole days since Charles had last seen Mark — two days too long, despite the usual video calls. A sense of anticipation coursed through him as they all shared stories, teased each other, and hyped up for what was shaping up to be the event of the season.

When they arrived at the grand estate, they were floored. The Spencer mansion was glowing with grandeur. Crystal chandeliers hung above an expansive marble courtyard that now served as the main dancefloor. Crowds of A-list celebrities, international models, and renowned artists mingled like they were old friends. Charles felt as though he'd stepped into an alternate universe where stars walked among mortals.

“Only Mark could make celebrities feel like regular people,” Charles thought as he watched the scene unfold. Helicopters buzzed in every now and then, dropping off guests, each arrival more extravagant than the last.

But where was Mark?

Then, like time itself had frozen, Charles’ eyes found him. His heart skipped a beat, his breath hitching in his chest as Mark stood near the open bar, mid-conversation with a famous actor. Under the glow of soft, warm lights, Mark’s skin shimmered. His sharp jawline was on full display, his sleek black suit hugging his frame perfectly. A few undone buttons revealed the strong curve of his chest. His tousled hair had just the right amount of effortlessness, as if it naturally fell into place like that.

Mark’s eyes locked with Charles’ from across the crowd, and for a moment, it felt as if the world around them dissolved into a quiet hum. The noise of the party dulled, colors softened, and in that stillness, something electric passed between them—silent but undeniable. Charles’ breath caught, his pulse quickening, and he swore he could feel the warmth of Mark’s gaze settle on him like the first rays of dawn. A knowing grin tugged at his lips, and with a quick apology to the actor, he made his way over to them.

Max, Mark's rival, unsurprisingly, was the first to pull Mark into a quick, firm hug, clapping him on the back like they weren’t rivals on track. Carlos joined. Lando was next, then Oscar, Yuki, Pierre, and the rest of the crew. Each of them exchanged their own playful comments, congratulating him.

“Look at you, all famous and flawless,” Lando joked, squinting at Mark. “What brand of makeup is that, bro? Drop the skincare routine.”

“Yeah, spill the secret,” Yuki chimed in, nudging him with a grin.

Before Mark could respond, his manager appeared from behind, startling him.

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU TO STOP DOING THAT?!” Mark jumped, hand on his chest, heart racing. His eyes widened with a mix of shock and annoyance, his breath hitching as if his soul had briefly left his body. “One of these days, you’re gonna give me a heart attack,” he muttered, still catching his breath.

The manager shook his head, clearly annoyed. "You’re one to talk. You ran off from your makeup chair from boredom before the artist even touched your face!"

Silence.

"Wait… what?" Max’s eyes squinted in disbelief.

"Are you telling me he looks like this with zero makeup?" Lando’s voice rose an octave as he pointed at Mark like he’d just seen a ghost. "WHAT THE ACTUAL—"

Even Charles’s eyes flickered with something unfamiliar. Awe? Shock? Jealousy? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that Mark looked like perfection itself.

Silence. Everyone’s gaze shifted to Mark.

“What?” Mark blinked innocently. “I… may have left early.”

Everyone’s laughter echoed through the courtyard.

The Party Began

The lights dimmed, the music rose, and suddenly, the party came to life. Celebrities performed on stage, each performance more electrifying than the last. A DJ spun tracks that kept the crowd on their feet, and soon, everyone was lost in the music, laughter, and movement.

Mark was at the center of it all. He was everywhere. Taking selfies with Lando and Yuki. Signing autographs. Dancing alongside artists like Dua Lipa. He’d click photos with Alexandra, and at one point, they faked a peck on the cheek for the camera, causing an uproar of cheers and flashes. Charles’ brows furrowed at the sight, his chest tightening with something unfamiliar, but it melted away when he realized it was all playful affection as if it was their way of showing affection. And Just Mark being Mark.

But Charles’ gaze sharpened when he noticed a change in Mark’s demeanor. It was subtle, something no one but him would have caught. His smile faltered—just for a heartbeat. His eyes darted, catching sight of someone.

Paul Mescal.

Mark’s carefree posture shifted. Charles knew Mark better than anyone. He saw it. That’s different, he thought, standing, ready to walk over.

But before he could reach him, someone’s voice made him freeze. "Hey Honey"

"MOM?!?!!? What are you doing here?!"

Pascale, Charles’ mother, laughed, eyes crinkling. “Mark invited me, darling"

"And I was the first to get an invitation—before Arthur, even.” She winked.

“Lorenzo’s here too, by the way.” Charles looked around to see his older brother talking to a small group of people.

Charles blinked in shock, his gaze bouncing between his mom and the party. Of course, Mark had invited her. Why wouldn’t he?

His confusion gave way to a fond smile as he watched his mother wave to Isabella Spencer like they were old friends.

His heart twisted. His mom talking to his crush's mom. Too much.

When it was time for the cake, the energy in the room crescendoed. The lights dimmed, and the first notes of "Happy Birthday" rang out. Fireworks lit up the night sky, adding magic to the moment. The combined melody of voices—friends, celebrities, and family—harmonized in a way that felt surreal.

Mark, being Mark, couldn’t help himself. "Happy birthday to me~!" he sang out, over the chorus, earning a few laughs from the crowd.

When it was time for a toast, everyone raised their glasses and cheered for him. Charles’ eyes lingered on Mark’s smile for just a second too long to which Mark replied the same.

The Night Unfolds

The party’s energy exploded. Performances by celebrities filled the venue. Drinks flowed freely. Mark was at the center of it all, moving from group to group, effortlessly commanding attention. Everyone wanted a moment with him, and he obliged with that natural charm only he possessed.

At one point, he posed with Alexandra again, their faces close as they faked a kiss for the camera. Charles’ chest tightened for a split second before he caught himself. It’s just for the photo, he reminded himself. And when Alexandra playfully smooched Mark’s cheek, Charles’ eyes narrowed before he shook his head, laughing it off.

Lando teased him about his "Instagram boyfriend" pictures with Alexandra, one shot looking like they were about to kiss. Charles’s stomach churned with something sharp and unfamiliar, but he brushed it off as a trick of the lights.

After-Party Intimacy

As the party winded down, only close friends remained. Mark’s parents had left, but not before Alessandro gave Charles a knowing look. Everyone lounged around, half-drunk, half-asleep, except for Mark.

Most of the guests had left. Only the core group remained, sprawled across the lounge in various states of exhaustion and intoxication. Mark’s cheeks were flushed, his eyes dreamy. He’d found a guitar—of course.

"WHERE DOES HE KEEP FINDING THESE THINGS?!" Charles shouted.

Mark strummed softly, his voice floating like silk over the notes. It was raw, unfiltered, and filled with something deep and real. Everyone sang with him.

For Charles, it was a realization. No one here was pretending. Everyone cared about Mark. Genuinely. And that realization hit him harder than expected.

Charles watched him with a soft smile. His shirt half-unbuttoned, his hair tousled, his face glowing. Mark grabbed a guitar, and Charles’ heart clenched. Here we go.

Mark’s fingers moved with natural ease. His voice was honey-dipped velvet, raspy from drink but still so clear it could break hearts. The melody was slow, sad, and raw. Everyone’s eyes were on him. The world seemed to shrink to this one moment. His gaze never broke from Charles’.

A Moment Just For Two

By the pool, Mark stood, his grin easy but his eyes tired. Charles followed without knowing why. When Mark turned to face him, Charles' chest ached.

Without thinking, Mark cupped Charles' face, heart racing like it was on track at full speed. Their eyes met, and in that moment, Mark leaned in.

Their lips met softly, like the start of a symphony—gentle, slow, but growing in intensity. Charles’ fingers slid up Mark’s jaw, thumb brushing his cheek. Their breaths mixed in the space between them, and for a second, they stayed like that, motionless but entirely present.

Charles pulled back, his eyes lingering on Mark’s lips. “Happy Birthday, Mark,” he whispered, voice soft but firm.

Mark blinked, his grin lazy, dazed. “Thank you.”

For once, things weren’t awkward. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe it was just them.

The weight of the moment lingered between them like the remnants of a melody neither of them wanted to end. But eventually, their exhaustion caught up with them. They sat back down on the couch, still lost in a shared daze. Mark yawned first, tilting his head back onto the cushion, and Charles followed suit. Before either of them realized it, they had drifted off.

The Next Morning

Sunlight filtered in through the large glass windows, painting the room in a soft, golden glow. The faint hum of birds chirping outside was the only sound, until the hushed giggles of their friends broke through the quiet.

Lando crouched near the couch, phone in hand, the screen tilted just right to capture the scene before him. His grin was devious as he rapidly snapped several photos. Carlos stood behind him, arms crossed, a sly smirk on his face. “Unbelievable,” Carlos whispered, shaking his head.

“Tell me you’re seeing this,” Pierre snickered, leaning in for a closer look.

“Seeing it and saving it,” Lando muttered, his phone still clicking away. “This is prime blackmail material.”

Charles and Mark were sprawled across the sofa, limbs tangled in the most ungraceful, uncoordinated manner possible. Mark’s arm was slung lazily across Charles’ chest, his face pressed against Charles’s shoulder, while Charles’ head rested at top of Mark’s, his mouth slightly open in sleep. It was the very picture of pure, undisturbed peace — and undeniable closeness.

“Should we wake them?” Yuki asked, already snickering as he reached for a pillow.

“Absolutely,” Max answered, grabbing the nearest water bottle and giving it a playful shake.

“Don’t you dare,” Carlos warned, swatting the bottle away. “We’ll never hear the end of it.”

Lando grinned wider, his eyes lighting up with mischief. “Fine, but I’m definitely sending these to the group chat.”

The soft vibration of Charles’s phone woke him up first. His eyelids fluttered open, his face scrunching in confusion as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. The sight of Mark's face so close to his own made him jolt slightly, but it wasn’t until he noticed the grins of their friends that full awareness hit him.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Charles groaned, rubbing his face with both hands. “You guys are actual children.”

“Children with evidence,” Lando shot back, holding up his phone like it was a trophy.

Mark blinked awake next, his brows furrowing as he took in the scene. His eyes flitted from Lando’s phone to Carlos’s smirk to Yuki’s barely contained laughter. Then he glanced up at Charles, their disheveled state finally dawning on him.

“Oh,” Mark muttered, grinning slyly as he leaned his head back against the cushion. “So, who’s printing the posters of this moment? I want the high-resolution version.”

Everyone burst into laughter, Yuki nearly falling over. “You’re unbelievable,” Pierre snorted, wiping at his eyes.

Charles shoved Mark lightly, trying to play it cool despite the lingering warmth in his chest. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” he grumbled, cheeks flushing red. “At least we didn’t fall asleep with our mouths open like Pierre at Monza.”

“Hey!” Pierre protested, pointing at him with mock offense. “That was one time!”

“Sure, man,” Mark replied, nudging Charles as they shared a glance filled with unspoken amusement.

It wasn’t the first time their friends teased them, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. But for once, Charles didn’t mind. His heart was still light from the night before, and if anyone noticed the way he leaned just a little closer to Mark as they sat there, no one said a word.

(Dividers by @omi-resources)

[jinkojinx]

:3333

[eternalbright-star]

nsfw. Yan!Jock x Gn!Nerd!Reader

Cannot stop thinking about how no matter how your role in the society of your university is small, he somehow never takes his eyes off of you, no matter how much people tell you that he's too good for you.

Screw them and their opinions, he wants that nerds ass.

Your body jolted along with the desk as he pounded you from behind, his large and rough hands gripping your waist as he thrusted his cock into you.

As a reward for being so good for him and helping him study and do his homework, he decided that your hard work for helping him with his studies needs some long needed appreciation.

"You're so good for me... my cute little bookworm... so smart and kind..." he whispered near your ear, toying with your nipples from underneath your shirt as he listened to you moan.

Your hands gripping the edges of the desk as you got lost in the pleasure of his cock hitting all the good spots inside of you.

He groaned, wrapping one arm around your shoulder, pulling you up against his check as he thrusted into you in a different angle, his cock hitting your spot just right, making you see stars as you gripped his bicep as he basically held you in a headlock.

With a few more hard thrusts, he's cumming inside of you with a groan, his thrusts never stopping as he fucked his cum into you, a moan escaping your lips as you clenched around him as you orgasmed.

"Good puppy... letting me fuck you and fill you up with my cum..." he let out a breathy chuckle as he pulled out of you, eyes glancing down to watch his cum seep out of your hole.

He gently lets you bend over the desk once more as he tucked himself back into his pants before going to get some tissues to wipe you down.

After that, he took you out to buy you your favorite fast food and some ice cream.

At least by now, you'll have forgotten about that boy who tried to hook up with you...

Since he's dead anyways🤭

[panksage]

I know Withers is a fandom fav peewpaw that stepped up, we love him, but after he refused to bring back Alfira, that line? Not cool. A step too far for my Durge. (No Withers’ were harmed in making of that comic)

[hime-bee]

I wanted to draw somethin' nasty, I have no excuse 🫡

(Tumblr would get mad at me if I posted the NSFW version, so y'all can have the SFW instead 😩)

Yazuto belongs to @darkflames29 💖

[barnacles34]

Steamy Mornings and Massages (Winter x Male OC)

7k words

Tags: smut, fluff, office sex, office massage, soulmates, romance, very love-heavy

Chapter 1: The Day After

"Let's just stay here," Minjeong murmured, pressing soft kisses to the crown of Junho's head. The morning alarm had shattered what his typically precise mind had categorized as Optimal Comfort Configuration™, but neither of them had moved to silence it[1].

His face remained buried in the crook of her neck, accepting what his mind reluctantly acknowledged as the only form of comfort he'd ever truly wanted. "Well, my secretary," he rumbled against her skin, the possessive pronoun carrying new weight in the morning light, "on a very important day, doesn't want to go to work?" Despite his words, his arms tightened incrementally around her waist, betraying his own reluctance.

Minjeong's embrace constricted in response, her Busan accent thick with morning warmth. "What are you going to do? Fire me?" Despite the implied challenge, she still continued to press soft kisses on his forehead. He tightened his embrace further, relishing in the warmth of Minjeong.

The challenge in her voice activated something primal in his executive functioning. His teeth grazed her neck in warning, hovering over precisely the spot that would make any low-necked blouse useless to wear for the following days. "Maybe," he murmured, his hand sliding to the small of her back with deliberate intent, dangerously close to the curve of her backside, "I'll fire you and keep you here, all day long, so that you belong only to me."

"That's..." her breath hitched as his hand dropped lower, "...rather unprofessional of you."

He lifted his head just enough to fix her with that boardroom stare that never failed to make her pulse race. "Says the woman currently preventing her CEO from attending his meetings." Her CEO? Something warm raced inside of her—she thought, her ceo? And this time, she wrapped her arms tighter—however much her thin arms could tighten; nevertheless, an affectionate hug.

"I prefer to think of it as optimizing your morning routine," she countered, though her professional efficiency was somewhat undermined by the way she melted under his touch, furthermore when he traced the curves of her backside. "Some things are more important than the Zhang Corp merger."

His laugh vibrated against her throat. "Careful, Secretary Kim. That sounds dangerously close to insubordination."

"And what does the CEO do with insubordinate employees?" The question emerged soft and weaker than intended as his mouth traced a deliberate path along her collar, trying her most obnoxiously.

"That depends," he murmured, his voice dropping to that dangerous register that made her breath catch. "Are they all as beautiful as you when they disobey direct orders?"

She attempted to maintain her composure, though her hands betrayed her by pulling him closer. "I wouldn't know. I've never seen you like this with other employees[2]."

"No," he agreed, suddenly serious as he raised his head to meet her gaze. "You haven't. You won't."

The intensity in his eyes made her throat tight. "Promise?"

Instead of answering, he caught her mouth in a kiss that effectively ended all discussion of work protocols and proper business conduct[3]. The morning sun painted complex equations of light across their entangled forms, but for once, neither of them was counting the minutes.

—

[1] The first recorded instance of CEO Kim's morning alarm continuing past its initial 0.3-second alert phase, a fact that would require significant updates to the home automation system's behavioral prediction models.

[2] The security system's emotion recognition protocols flagged this moment for what its algorithms could only classify as "Unprecedented Display of Executive Vulnerability."

[3] Later analysis would suggest that certain forms of insubordination yielded surprisingly positive results in terms of overall company morale, though these findings were kept strictly off the official record.

—

"You haven't eaten properly in days," Minjeong observed softly, her fingers tracing the subtle tension in his shoulders that most wouldn't notice. But she wasn't most people—she'd spent months learning to read the microscopic signs of his stress levels[4].

"I've been eating," he defended, though his attempt at authority was somewhat undermined by the way he instinctively relaxed under her touch.

"Coffee and quarterly reports don't count as meals," she countered, continuing her gentle exploration of his shoulder muscles. "I've watched you skip lunch three times this week alone."

He lifted his head to study her face, finding that mix of strength and tenderness that had first undone him. "You keep track of my meals?"

"I keep track of everything about you," she admitted, not backing down from his intense gaze. "Someone has to notice when you forget to take care of yourself."

His hand curved around the nape of her neck, thumb brushing her pulse point. "And you've appointed yourself to that position?"

"Consider it an extension of my secretarial duties," she murmured, then gasped softly as he tightened his grip in warning.

"There's nothing secretarial about the way you take care of me," he corrected, voice low and dangerous. "Is there, Minjeong-ah?"

The informal address, rarely used, made her breath catch. "No," she agreed quietly. "There isn't."

He studied her for a long moment, his analytical mind cataloging the flush in her cheeks, the slight quickening of her breath, the way she yielded to his touch while somehow maintaining that core of quiet strength[5]. "You're dangerous," he finally said, “dangerously beautiful, so beautiful,” then a kiss on the side of her neck which, eventually, will turn into a hickey and Minjeong hadn’t the power to resist her CEO’s advances anymore.

"Me?" She replied, out of breath, tremored, brilliantly transformed by her smile—the type of smile men fight wars for, the type of smile sinewy sociopathic CEOs would drop down for. "I'm just trying to make sure Korea's most brilliant CEO—I mean, my CEO, remembers to eat breakfast." Her small hand collected the waves of his hair, the aroma of the shampoo she recommended wafted in the air.

“Minjeong, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Is that a problem?” She pulled back her hand along his scalp, gathering hair, then trailing all down his nape, to his back: the type of affection that says, even if you were insane, I’d still be crazy about you.

Instead of answering directly, he pressed his lips to her forehead, then her temple, then the corner of her mouth—a calculated sequence of kisses that made her melt further into his embrace. "The only problem," he murmured against her skin, "is that you're making it very difficult to want to leave this bed."

—

[4] Her observation logs, never shared but meticulously maintained, included such details as the precise angle of his jaw when overwhelmed, the subtle shift in his typing rhythm when stressed, and the exact tone of voice that meant he'd skipped meals.

[5] The home automation system's behavioral analysis protocols struggled to categorize this new dynamic, where authority and surrender seemed to flow both ways simultaneously.

—

"Three days," Minjeong continued, her fingers finding the knots in his shoulders with practiced ease. "You've had that tension here since the Singapore deal started falling apart." The morning light caught the subtle furrow in his brow as he processed her words, realizing she'd been tracking his stress levels without him noticing. Her touch was methodical yet tender, each pressure point targeted with the same precision she applied to his scheduling.

"I didn't think anyone had noticed," he admitted, then caught her knowing smile. "Except you."

"I always notice," she replied simply. "Like how you've been drinking twice your usual coffee intake, or how your left eye twitches slightly when the board sends those passive-aggressive emails." Her hands moved lower, finding another point of tension. "You hide it well, but not from me."

He caught her wrist, bringing it to his lips. "It becomes…oddly weird when I see you do the things I usually do." The tease in his voice was softened by the way he pressed kisses to her fingertips.

"Consider it preventive maintenance," she countered, not backing down despite Junho trying to hide his habits under the rug, not backing down despite the heat in his gaze. "Someone needs to monitor your functionality levels[6]."

"Functionality levels?" His laugh rumbled against her skin as he shifted to hover over her. "Is that what we're calling this?"

"Would you prefer 'executive performance metrics'?" She managed to keep her voice steady even as his mouth traced a deliberate path down her throat. "I have spreadsheets..."

"Of course you do," he murmured, teeth grazing her collarbone in retaliation. "My perfectly thorough secretary, tracking every detail."

"Not just details," she breathed, hands sliding up his chest. "I know when you skip lunch to avoid the board members. When you stay late reviewing reports that could wait until morning. When you need..." she paused as his hand curved possessively around her hip, "...someone to remind you that you're human."

The words hung between them, heavy with meaning. Junho lifted his head to study her face, finding that unique blend of submission and strength that had first undone his carefully constructed defenses[7]. "And you've appointed yourself to that position?"

"Someone has to." Her smile carried traces of Busan sunshine. "Besides, I'm uniquely qualified."

"How so, Minjeong-ah?” Another tease. 

“Because you love me.” Minjeong stated, matter of factly. And this time, Junho seized her tight, trapping her under him, seizing her two thin wrists. Then, pressed a deep kiss onto Minjeong’s delicate lips. After a while, he released himself from the kiss, the kiss that Minjeong reluctantly let go of—her lips pointing outwards like a duck as he left. Finally, he said, “That’s right, I love you.”

Her stomach stirred with butterflies and more.

—

[6] Her personal files, never shared but meticulously maintained, included detailed protocols for managing various levels of CEO stress responses, from subtle intervention to direct action.

[7] The exact moment of this defensive breach had been logged by the building's security systems, though the footage was classified under "Executive Privacy Protocols."

—

Minjeong lingered in bed, her heart performing calculations that had nothing to do with quarterly reports. The smart home system's sensors detected her elevated pulse rate, though no algorithm could properly quantify the joy radiating from her smile[8]. She stretched luxuriously against Egyptian cotton sheets that still held traces of his warmth, letting herself marvel at the reality of being here, in his space, surrounded by evidence of Junho.

Her mind couldn't help but catalog the endearing chaos around her—academic journals scattered across surfaces, a tablet displaying economic projections that had clearly been reviewed at 3 AM, several coffee cups in various states of abandonment. The morning light revealed what darkness and desire had hidden the night before: Junho's private space was a fascinating contradiction to his public persona, a detail she filed away with all her other precious observations of him.

Rising with practiced grace, she padded across cold hardwood floors, her bare feet gliding across the floor. His dress shirt from the previous night—the one that had hung open as they'd discovered more interesting uses for his mahogany desk—called to her like a siren song. She slipped it on, the fabric carrying traces of his unisex cologne and something uniquely him that made her stomach flutter[9].

Junho emerged from his ensuite bathroom to find her like this: drowning in his shirt, examining his space with that careful attention she brought to everything concerning him. His breath caught audibly.

"That's mine," he noted, his voice carrying that dangerous edge that never failed to make her pulse race.

She turned to face him, letting the hem of his shirt brush against her thighs. "Really? I think it’s mine."

—

[8] The home automation system logged this moment as: "Secondary User Biometrics Indicating Unprecedented Levels of Serotonin. CEO Response: Highly Favorable."

[9] Security footage would later reveal this as the exact moment CEO Kim's usually impeccable morning routine experienced a critical efficiency failure, though no one questioned why that particular shirt never made it to the dry cleaners.

—

"You know," Junho mused against her neck, his hands tracing idle patterns on her thighs, "for someone so concerned about my eating habits, you're being very distracting in my kitchen."

"Me?" Minjeong's attempt at innocence was undermined by the way her fingers kept playing with his hair. "I'm trying to feed you."

"Wearing my shirt. Sitting on my counter." His smile carried equal parts mischief and heat as he pulled back to look at her. "I'm starting to think this is corporate sabotage, Secretary Kim."

She tried to maintain her professional expression, though her lips twitched. "I would never compromise company productivity, 사��님."

"No?" He raised an eyebrow, fingers sliding deliberately higher under his shirt. "Then explain why Korea's most efficient CEO is currently contemplating skipping his 9 AM."

"Poor executive guidance?" she suggested, then squeaked as he nipped her earlobe in retaliation. "I mean... clearly you need better supervision."

"Is that your professional opinion?" His laugh was warm against her skin. "And I suppose you're volunteering for the position?"

"Well," she threaded her fingers through his hair, tugging gently, "I do have extensive experience in handling difficult executives."

He lifted his head, eyes dancing. "Difficult?"

"Demanding," she amended, then added with deliberate sweetness, "High-maintenance?"

"You," he declared, catching her wrists and pinning them behind her back with one hand, "are getting dangerously bold with your performance reviews[12]."

Her answering smile was pure sunshine. "Does that mean I'm not getting that raise?"

"Oh, I'll give you a raise," he promised, his free hand sliding up her spine as he pressed closer. "Right after we discuss your insubordination."

"I have a presentation prepared," she managed, though her breath hitched as his mouth found that sensitive spot behind her ear. "Complete with charts on CEO stubbornness metrics..."

"Using company resources for personal research?" His mock disapproval was somewhat undermined by the way he couldn't stop smiling against her skin. "That's a serious violation of corporate policy."

"And what's the penalty for that?" She arched into his touch, shameless. "More overtime with my boss?"

"Definitely." He captured her mouth in a kiss that tasted like laughter and promise. "Starting now[13]."

—

[12] The home automation system registered this interaction as a significant deviation from standard performance review protocols, though it noted remarkable improvements in overall satisfaction metrics.

[13] Later analysis of the kitchen's usage patterns would reveal this as the morning the coffee maker recorded its latest ever first brew, a delay that would become surprisingly routine.

—

"We're going to be late," Minjeong observed, though she made no move to leave her perch on the counter as Junho's hands mapped new territories beneath his borrowed shirt. The morning sun painted gold across his shoulders, and she couldn't resist tracing the light with her fingers.

"Concerned about punctuality now?" His smile was wicked against her collar. "After deliberately sabotaging your CEO's morning routine?"

"I would never," she protested, then gasped as his teeth found that sensitive spot below her ear. "I'm simply... optimizing your schedule."

"Is that what we're calling it?" His laugh vibrated through both their bodies as he pressed closer, effectively trapping her against the granite. "And how does this particular optimization benefit the company?"

Her fingers curled into his hair as his mouth traced a deliberate path down her throat. "Improved executive mood... increased satisfaction metrics... better work-life balance..."

"Very thorough analysis," he approved, his hand sliding higher up her thigh. "Though I think we need more data points[14]."

"준호야..." Her professional composure cracked entirely as his fingers found bare skin. "The Zhang Corp meeting..."

"Can wait." He lifted his head to meet her gaze, his smile carrying that perfect blend of authority and affection that never failed to undo her. "I'm conducting important research."

"On what?" She managed to arch an eyebrow despite her rapidly dissolving coherence. "How to make your secretary lose her mind?"

"Girlfriend," he corrected, voice dropping to that dangerous register as his thumb traced patterns on her inner thigh. "And I believe we were discussing your performance review[15]."

Jun abruptly stopped their performance review midway because the deal was on the line and time was running short. Minjeong was reminded of this painfully by how Jun pulled away from the kiss—she was pouty about it until they reached the office, when her damascus-like resolve kicks in.

—

[14] The kitchen's environmental sensors registered multiple instances of what could only be classified as "Critical Protocol Deviations," though these readings were automatically archived under "Executive Privacy Settings."

[15] HR would later note a curious correlation between the CEO's improved mood and these new "morning performance evaluations," though no one dared to investigate further.

—

Chapter 2: The Meeting

The Zhang Corp representatives sat across the mahogany conference table, their expressions carefully neutral as they reviewed the merger proposals. Minjeong maintained her perfect professional facade, though her pulse quickened every time Junho's hand brushed hers as she passed him documents[1].

"The third quarter projections," she murmured, leaning close enough that his cologne made her thoughts stray to their morning activities. His finger tapped twice against the paper—their private signal that he needed a moment to compose himself.

"As you can see," Junho addressed the room with that commanding presence that made board members squirm, though Minjeong could detect the slight roughness in his voice that hadn't been there before their morning 'delay', "our integration timeline is aggressive but achievable."

She took her seat beside him, crossing her legs in a way that made his pen pause fractionally on the contract. Two could play at this game of professional torture. His response was to rest his hand on her thigh under the table, hidden from view but commanding enough to make her breath catch[2].

"Secretary Kim," he said smoothly, his thumb tracing dangerous patterns against her skin, "would you pull up the logistics breakdown?"

"Of course, 사장님." She managed to keep her voice steady as she reached for her tablet, though her free hand found his wrist under the table, her fingers curling around it in what could have been either submission or warning.

The meeting proceeded with perfect corporate efficiency, though the undercurrent of tension between CEO and secretary created what the room's environmental sensors could only classify as "Critical Atmospheric Pressure"[3].

—

[1] The conference room's biometric scanners noted elevated heart rates in both CEO and secretary, though this data was diplomatically omitted from official meeting records.

[2] Security footage would later require careful editing to maintain professional appearances, particularly regarding certain "under-table activities."

[3] The Zhang Corp representatives would later confess to the fact that they could tell what was happening, no amount of demure leg-crossing could hide it. Though, they ignored it in order to get that deal (which was integral to them).

—

The private office door clicked shut behind them, the afternoon sun casting long shadows across imported marble floors. Junho rolled his shoulders, tension evident in his posture despite the meeting's success[4].

"Come here," Minjeong said softly, recognizing the signs of his post-negotiation stress. She guided him to his leather chair, her hands already moving to his shoulders. "You get so tense during these meetings." Instead of standing behind him and the chair, she stood in front, impending a mount to get ‘better access’ to his shoulders.

"Keeping my hands to myself requires considerable effort," he admitted, then groaned softly as her fingers found a particularly tight knot. "Especially when you keep giving me those looks."

"What looks?" Her innocent tone was betrayed by the way her hands slid lower, tracing patterns down his upper chest. "I was being perfectly professional."

He caught her wrist, tugging her to face him. "Professional? Is that what you call that thing you did with your pen?"

"Taking notes?" She smiled down at him, letting her fingers trail along his tie. "I'm very thorough in my documentation."

"Very thorough," he agreed, pulling her into his lap with practiced ease. "Though I noticed some interesting gaps in the meeting minutes."

"Oh?" Her hands returned to his shoulders, kneading the tension even as she shifted closer. "Like what?"

"Like how many times you deliberately brushed against me," his voice dropped lower as her fingers worked their magic, "or how your skirt kept riding up when you reached for files[5]."

"Maybe," she breathed, her ministrations becoming less therapeutic and more intentional, "your secretary just needs better supervision."

His laugh rumbled through both their bodies. "Is that what you need, Secretary Kim?"

Instead of answering, she pressed a kiss to that spot below his ear that always made him growl. His hands tightened on her hips in warning, but she didn't stop her exploration of his neck, her fingers still working the tension from his shoulders even as she created a different kind of pressure entirely.

"The door," he managed, though his hands were already sliding under her blouse.

"Locked," she murmured against his skin. "I'm very efficient."

"My perfect secretary," he agreed.

—

[4] The office's environmental controls registered what could only be classified as "Post-Meeting Stress Relief Protocol: Executive Override Engaged."

[5] The meeting's official minutes would maintain strict professional standards, though certain observations were kept in much more private records.

—

"You're still tense," Minjeong observed, her fingers tracing new patterns down his spine. The afternoon light painted gold across his desk, where various merger documents lay forgotten. "Let me take care of you properly."

She slid from his lap, moving behind his chair with practiced grace. Her hands returned to his shoulders, this time with more purposeful intent. Junho's head fell back as she worked a particularly tight knot, a sound escaping him that had nothing to do with professional conduct[7].

"That noise," she murmured, leaning close enough that her breath teased his ear, "is definitely not going in the meeting minutes."

His laugh turned into another groan as her thumbs hit a sensitive spot. "Keeping secrets from the board, Secretary Kim?"

"Only the interesting ones," she admitted, her hands sliding lower, tracing the muscles of his back through his expensive shirt. "Like how my very commanding CEO turns to putty when I do this..."

His hand shot up to catch her wrist in warning. "Careful," his voice carried that dangerous edge that made her stomach flip. "You're getting bold with your observations."

"Just maintaining detailed records," she breathed, not backing down despite his grip. "For example, when I press here..." Her free hand found another knot, making him inhale sharply. "Your left eye twitches slightly. And when I do this..." She leaned forward, letting her lips brush his neck. "Your pulse jumps exactly like it did during the merger talks[8]."

The chair spun suddenly, Junho pulling her back into his lap with decisive force. "You," he growled, hands spanning her waist, "are playing a dangerous game."

Her smile was pure innocence, though her fingers were already working his tie loose. "I'm simply being thorough in my duties, 사장님."

"Your duties," he repeated, watching her with dark amusement as she stripped his tie with expert efficiency. "Is that what we're calling this?"

"Would you prefer 'executive stress relief'?" She gasped as his teeth found her collar. "Or maybe 'personnel management'?"

His laugh vibrated against her skin. "I prefer," he murmured, hands sliding deliberately up her thighs, "when you stop talking altogether[9]."

—

[7] The office's audio sensors temporarily malfunctioned during this period, a technical glitch that occurred with suspicious regularity during certain "private meetings."

[8] Her personal files contained extensive documentation of CEO behavioral patterns, though certain observations were encrypted under "Private Research: Ongoing."

[9] The afternoon's remaining meetings would require creative rescheduling, though no one questioned why the CEO's mood had improved so dramatically.

—

"You missed a spot," Minjeong murmured against his mouth, her fingers finding another knot of tension in his shoulders even as she shifted closer in his lap. The leather chair creaked softly beneath them, a sound that would forever carry new associations in both their minds[10].

"Did I?" His hands slid higher beneath her skirt, mapping territories that were becoming dangerously familiar for office hours. "Or are you just making excuses to keep touching your CEO?"

She pulled back just enough to give him that look—the one that somehow managed to be both defiant and yielding. "I take my responsibilities very seriously, 사장님."

"I've noticed," he growled, catching her wrist as she tried to maintain the pretense of massage. "Like how seriously you took those meeting notes earlier. Very... thorough."

Her laugh caught in her throat as his lips found that sensitive spot below her ear. "I was documenting important observations."

"Such as?" His teeth grazed her pulse point, making her grip his shoulders for balance.

"Such as," she managed, though her professional tone wavered as his hands grew bolder, "how the great Kim Junho gets distracted when I cross my legs. How your voice drops exactly half an octave when you're trying not to react to me. How you tap your pen twice when you're thinking about—"

He silenced her with a kiss that effectively derailed all attempts at analysis[11]. When he finally pulled back, her dazed expression made him smirk. "Any other observations to record, Secretary Kim?"

“I must’ve forgotten, I usually remember better when you kiss me.” She hinted, and he obliged, letting his lips connect yet again with Minjeong. This time, the endless teasing reached a breaking point that both of them coalesced to at the same time.

He tightly grasped her backside then pulled her up from the executive chair to the executive table. Wherein, she was splayed across the wide table. “We really have to ban tables when we’re around each other.” She joked. 

“That’d be a terrible idea.”

“How so?”

“Where else could I splay you across like this, then explore you, centimeter-by-centimeter?”

“Hmm…” she hummed, pleased, "Yeah?"

“Yeah.”

“Then come here, my ceo.”

“My beautiful secretary, whatever shall I do with you?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you find out?” She pulled as tight as she could, locking her arms around his neck.

He obliged, meeting lips with her once again. He felt the softness of her face as he explored deeper into the kiss, forgetting time and everything except what was being shared between them. Journeying his hands further, entangling it into the silken strands of his lover as he deepened the kiss, and she replied with a deep sigh—trembling with a mix of her high register. 

“You’re such a good woman for me, Minjeong.” He said before nipping at her lower lip, catching it softly between his teeth with a teasing tug, Minjeong let out a breathless laugh, “you’re devouring me, Junho.” Regardless, he dug deeper, letting his entire body shift into Minjeong’s malleable, petite body—letting his hand explore more of her silken strands, almost saying, yes Minjeong, that is my purpose: to devour you.

Now, instead of every 5 seconds, Minjeong’s soft moans that only served to goad Junho on were musically released into his ears every second. Precautiously, she asked, “how good is the soundproofing in your private room-ah!”

“Not good enough to hide your moans, dear.” He replied, his voice like rough gravel. Her eyes widened suddenly from the need to hide her moans. Yet he dug deeper, letting his loin rub against her wet bottom, daring her moan out loud.

Despite all the regulations, the possible condemnation, their passions only grew more. Mouths moving in sync, gazes meeting momentarily, it wasn’t just kissing anymore—it was a language. The type of language where Minjeong coalesced to his dangerous games and learned to enjoy it, almost as much as him.

“Junho, seriously, I don’t want to be seen as-”

“Minjeong-ah, I don’t give a single fuck if my employees hear you and I.” The teeth that so brazenly tugged on her lower lips trailed down her neck, tracing the soft tendons.

Whispering, in a verbose way, “And as you are my secretary, my extension, my life-line, you’ll follow. Me.” And as Minjeong was getting battered by the gravel-slung voice of Junho—she hadn’t noticed how her blouse was opened, bra pushed down to reveal the breasts that he was so infatuated with—only until she felt the torsion of her nipple.

“Ngh!”

“I love that, Minjeong, scream out. I’ll fuck you until the entire floor hears you call my name.”

And another wet mewl that inspired his further deviance.

Feeling the soft suction of his mouth on her neck, she deduced that it could only mean one thing: another hickey just placed above the collar of her blouse, the same sort of hickey that the Zhang corp executives couldn’t keep their eyes off of—any justification in their minds that it was a skin discoloration was debilitated by how intensely Minjeong and Junho shared those deadly glances, likely to jump on each other as soon as they left—and they were right.

“Junho—ngh!”

“Louder.” He replied, testing her, “fucking. Louder.” Then he pressed deeper, grinding his rough textured pants on the creamy soft bottom of Minjeong.

“Please Junho, seriously.” Was all that she could get out of her bated breaths, her deep moans.

Then suddenly, he stopped, caressing the softness of her cheeks with his, back-handed, knuckles.

“You look so beautiful when you’re all tired and exhausted, did I tell you that before?” Letting the tune of his voice marinate with Minjeong (who was recovering from how hot and bothered she was just a second ago).

However good his intentions were, he wasn’t perfect. The way Minjeong’s body looked splayed against the messy paperwork, her blonde hair all frizzy and stuck to the desk, how her chest went in-and-out catching all the breath she lost—all of it made it impossible for him to resist anymore.

He pounced on her again, connecting lips against her wet, trembling lips that nonetheless accepted him so openly, like a warm cup of milk tea on a winter morning. That momentary pause had changed everything, Minjeong—now fully conquered by him—was begging for that penetrative action that he would give out so liberally to her.

“Naughty woman, bad secretary, what else?”

“Junho’s toy.” 

“Fuck.” And in a flash, his belt flew off, then in another flash, his pants fell down. 

“Tented much?” She was truly in no position to tease: a strategic error.

He grinned at the statement, finally, teasingly, let his underwear fall inch-by-inch. 

Simultaneously, she bunched up her legs then pulled off her panty that revealed the color combinations that he would die for. Though before he could look for longer, she crossed her shins—hiding the cause of Junho’s demise behind her thin legs.

They shared a giggle before Jun hugged her soft body.

“I will penetrate you in this office.”

“Yes. It appears so.”

“No, like, do you consent?”

“Idiot..” Minjeong pulled him in for another kiss. Which, coincidentally, made his tip graze her engorged and swollen core, Minjeong almost came instantaneously from that alone.

And he could tell, laughing, “Seriously, Minjeong?”

“It’s your fault, you trained me like this.”

“This is like our 3rd time.” He said, as if to brush it off.

“This is my 3rd time.” 

And Minjeong would be certainly hurt by the thought that Junho’s partners before her made it more than his 3rd time for him—some of them, the girlfriends, she saw. 

He caught on the clues before it was too late, “Minjeong, not to compare, but who else have I been so crazy about? Who else did I track for every minute of the day? Who else did I let in my home (his girlfriends didn’t, actually, get to enter his home)? Who else would make me lose composure when they’re out of my sight-line?”

Letting his forehead touch against hers, he could feel her heart rend and beat and do all sorts of bothered gymnastics.

“It’s always been about you, Minjeong. You are the brilliance of my life, the expansion of a born star—bright from millions of light years away.”

And she needn’t say anything or reply. Absolving him by wrapping her arms tighter around his nape, then holding up her head to desperately kiss Junho again and again.

In between all the kisses, he penetrated Minjeong. His length, constricted against her core, travelled softly—wringing out all sorts of noises. Her swollen pussy wrapped around him gently but tight. “I love you, Minjeong.” Was the last thing said before Minjeong’s eyes went into the back of her head—a cute habit—before she orgasmed and creamed all over.

As per her request, Junho didn’t stop. He let his hips move as slow as he could possibly go before it could be called torture. During all this, Minjeong grabbed for stability as she was getting fucked through her orgasm, feeling that intense thrusting from the love of her life as she covered his length in more of her slick.

“Oh f-” He covered her mouth this time, respecting her wish to stay at least a little lowkey in the office, whatever the hell that meant right now. Then, shallow thrusts turned into slow thrusts all the way to the hilt, getting Minjeong to scrunch her face in pleasure, eyebrows knitted in the highest pleasure, her mouth agape with strands of her saliva connecting the roof of her mouth to her tongue.

“I love you, Minjeong. Fuck. This is insane, having sex with you in my office.”

“Ngh~ I - I love you so much,” was all that she could get across before succumbing to her dopamine receptors—eyes joining the back her head. Junho connected lips with her again, letting her legs lock around his waist, then rubbing his pelvis against her engorged core, clitoris and all.

After Minjeong finally got used to the familiar motions, he grasped her thin waist, almost wrapping his two hands around the entire circumference of her tight waist. Then their eyes met momentarily, Junho had the I am going to fuck you through this desk eyes whilst Minjeong had the prey eyes that relentlessly coalesced to him. Though, before he could go wild, he brushed off the stray hairs stuck to her forehead, gave a reaffirming kiss on her forehead before pumping all the way in.

The small of her back surrendered to his tight grip, bending against the pushes and pulls. Her legs tightened the lock around his waist—almost painfully tight, but that didn’t matter to him, who’d get to pummel her soft pussy.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he planted his body against Minjeong’s, pinning her two thin wrists against the stable table.

“You’re fucking me so good, Junho,” Minjeong replied, her rare use of the curse made him chuckle by the side of her head. 

“That’s right, baby,” Junho bear-hugged Minjeong, only thrusting deeper and deeper, pelvis rubbing against hers, to make her cum again.

“NGHHH~!” The abrupt moan startled him and herself—however, they didn’t care as much about the employees anymore after indulging in each other’s bodies. Instead of stopping or evaluating the situation—as the rationalists would do—they dug deeper into each other, trying to carve each other with their soft and swollen lips.

Suddenly, he lifted Winter and turned her over. Bending her back against the table before dipping his cock into her pussy again. This time, the entrance was entranced with the soft, tight, wet feeling that he was fully obsessed with. This time, he had more ready access to her soft ass that was so soft and supple that he had to relieve it of its aesthetic beauty: with some redness spread across her ass.

“Oh my god!” Winter squeaked as she reacted against the heavy-handed slap against her ass, loving it, spreading—overflowing—his length with her slick.

Leaning over, he held Minjeong’s chin for the last stretch, considerably slowing down and enjoying each other’s presence.

“How much do you bet the coworkers will give us bad looks?”

“The female workers already give me horrible ones.” She said whilst her chin was held stable by his hand, still moaning against the soft thrusts.

“Hmm, broad generalization. How do you know this?”

“That hickey that you gave that was far too purple and far too above the collar of my blouse.”

“No long-necked turtleneck?”

“No, that’d ruin the point, I wanted to show off the gift my Junho-ssi gave.” That was the moment when he moaned hard, pressing deep inside Winter before releasing all his seed—the seed that Winter felt bounce against her cervix, making her moan out and squeal happily.

“God. Minjeong, you will be my demise.” He sighed before Winter turned around and kissed him, “as long as I get to stay with you, through demise and all,” she said between the kisses.

—

[10] The office furniture procurement department would later note an unusual request for "enhanced stability features" in executive seating, though they wisely chose not to inquire further.

[11] The building's environmental controls registered what could only be classified as "Critical Temperature Fluctuation - Executive Override Protocol Engaged."

—

Evening painted Seoul's skyline in shades of amber and gold, the office gradually emptying as another corporate day drew to a close. Only the executive floor maintained signs of life, though its usual efficiency had given way to something far more intimate[12].

"We should go home," Minjeong murmured against Junho's shoulder, though she made no move to leave her position in his lap. His shirt had long since been unbuttoned, her blouse delightfully rumpled, both their professional facades thoroughly compromised.

"Should we?" His fingers traced lazy patterns up her spine, his other hand still possessively curved around her hip. "I rather like having my secretary exactly where she is."

She lifted her head to meet his gaze, finding that unique blend of authority and affection that never failed to make her heart race. "Your secretary has plans for you."

"Oh?" His interest visibly peaked. "More performance reviews?"

"Better." She smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I'm cooking you dinner. Besides, breakfast was skipped."

The surprise in his expression made her laugh softly. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," she interrupted, then added with deliberate sweetness, "Unless my CEO is refusing a direct offer from his girlfriend?"

His hands tightened on her waist. "Using that title to manipulate me now?"

"Is it working?" She bit her lip, watching his eyes darken at the gesture.

Instead of answering, he pulled her into a kiss that suggested dinner might be delayed[13]. When they finally broke apart, his smile carried dangerous promise. "Your place or mine?"

"Yours," she decided, fingers playing with his collar. "Your kitchen needs christening properly."

His laugh rumbled through both their bodies. "Just the kitchen?"

"We'll see how dinner goes," she teased, then squeaked as he stood suddenly, lifting her with him. "준호야!"

"Efficient time management," he explained, setting her on her feet but keeping her close. "The sooner we leave..."

She pressed against him, deliberate and knowing. "The sooner you can help me... cook?"

"Among other things," he agreed, already reaching for his jacket. The predatory grace in his movements suggested cooking might not be the evening's primary activity[14].

—

[12] Security logs would note this as the third consecutive evening of "Extended Executive Hours," though the actual nature of these extensions remained diplomatically unrecorded.

[13] The office's automated systems began learning to expect these end-of-day delays, adjusting power consumption accordingly.

[14] The kitchen's motion sensors would later flag unusually high activity levels, though whether any actual cooking occurred remained a matter of some debate.

Fin

I fixed some stuff that I executed poorly before, like the crazy amount of math references; which, in foresight, was far too much.

I really had to get this out quickly. Now, I think it's a good idea to not expect anything from me for an entire month (hopefully not).

hope u enjoyed.

[himexyandere]

Poly!Yandere Angel Twins who love you so much but still can't help but be mean to you. They tease you insistently, it just isn't fair! :(

You can't ever win an argument when they're both around because they always agree with one another. Even if they don't, they do it just to see you pout and whine about how they're unfair bullies. They find it so damn adorable, they can't help themselves.

They'll sandwich you in between their much larger bodies and continue to tease you about how cute you are when you're angry, like a little chihuahua. They never take you seriously and it pisses you off even more! However, every bit of anger and frustration simply melts away when their hands caress your hips and forearms.

"You just wanted our attention, so you decided to act up a bit, right? Dearest, you're so adorable..."

"We'd be more than happy to give you our undivided attention, y'know. You don't even need to ask!"

They never listen to you either. Even when you're drooling and twitching from overstimulating, slurring about how you can't take it, they'll continue to insist you can take just one more load. With your poor cunt and asshole spread open wide to fit their thick cocks, you'll have no choice but to bite one of their shoulders and take it.

They always come so much, and it's always thick. By the time they're done fucking you, your holes are gaped and oozing with their viscous seed, and your body is coated in sweat and cum as if you'd just taken part in a bukkake.

Fortunately, they're quite thorough with aftercare and never neglect you in that regard... Unfortunately, however, this could also lead to yet another session of you getting fucked.

[aajjks]

Teachers pet (m)

synopsis: forbidden is always irresistible.

pairing: yändêrê stüdënt x fëm!tëächër rëädër.

warnings: söft yändērē, sïmp bëhävïöür, öbsëssîvë thoughts, öbsëssïön, dïrty thöüghts, tëächêr x stüdënt, förbïddën rômãncë. ägë dïffërënce.

note. my second oc is here, send him asks, talk to him, ask me questions about him, I like him he’s sexy 😵‍💫

yandere!student who has the biggest crush on you.

You who are his teacher, so much older than him.

Yandere!student who only excels at your classes, trying his best to get good grades so he can impress you.

Yandere!student who feels like he will actually cum when you praise him, or call him a good boy.

Yandere!student who hates it when you praise his fellows, he hates it, it makes his skin itch, he wants to kill anyone who gets your praise other than him.

Yandere!student who is rude to his other teachers, he can’t focus on their lectures, all he thinks about is you you you.

Yandere!student who is so shy around you, who puts in so much effort into his appearance for your sake, who loves to act like a good boy, so you can see just how good he can be.

Yandere!student who is always early to your class, who always makes sure to sit right infront of you so you can look at him.

Yandere!student who couldn’t help but cry from the relief when he got to know that you were divorced and currently single.

Yandere!student who doesn’t hesitate to beat up the creeps in your class that sexualise you, oh no, he’s going to kill them, you are not an object or a piece of meat to be ogled at.

Yandere!student who purposely gets detention just so he can look at you for hours and fantasise about his desires,

Yandere!student who finds your children so adorable, who makes sure to slip in a few compliments for them to charm you.

Yandere!student who wants you so bad, but he knows you won’t ever give him a chance.

yandere!student who won’t stop until you’re his. Because he always gets what he wants.

“Christian?”

he can hear someone call out his name, yet he doesn’t reply, he’s busy looking at you, you’re so beautiful with your glasses, that cherry shade of lipstick on your lips is driving him insane.

How can someone look so hot while teaching, he will have to ask you that.

“Christian?!!?” Oh he’s getting pissed now.

“WHAT?!!?” The blue eyed male stands up, chewing on his metal tongue piercing as he glares his icy eyes into the girls face, Christian doesn’t realise the attention of the whole class on him,

Until you call his name out.

“Christian Dias? Is everything alright?”

His eyes almost roll back the way you call out his name, you say it with so much elegance it makes him want to scream. “M-Ms YN… she keeps talking to me, can you please change my seat?”’

“Umm sure. But not now, the period is almost over so tomorrow, now focus.”

He can’t argue with you.

“Okay.”

“And see me after class.”

His eyes widen with surprise, excitement starts to bubble inside his chest. He gives you a nice dimpled smile. “Sure? Anything you want, ms YN!”

[godnectar]

........pls gib me Yan dilf in skimpy outfit pls🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

・✶ ｡ﾟ☆ YANDERE DILF ☆ ; drabble

★ note: had one of the craziest and nicest nights of this year fr, so of course I had to indulge on this ask 😫😫 ( y'all can send more requests here! )

cw: gn!reader, big man has kids, not in a relationship yet, neighbors au!, slight feminization, subby yan, kinda suggestive, and reader is a bit mean. I'm just showing my pathetic boy some affection <3

I now seriously can't stop thinking about a yandere dilf! who would absolutely wear and do anything for his dearest darling.

it doesn't really matter what you're asking for. whether you want him in the tightest and most transparent shirt ever, or just wanna see him getting riled up while trying on some slutty shorts —maybe even a skirt if you're into that— yandere dilf! will always be up to indulging into your desires.

pictures, videos, calls; you'll receive whatever you want as long as you promise to get your hands on yandere dilf! as soon as you arrive back in the neighborhood. he would purposefully send the kids to daycare or let them have a sleepover at a friend's place, growing extremely excited and completely aware that he will be busy all night long with you at his side.

as embarrassing, humiliating, and probably pathetic as this might be for any other man, yandere dilf! thrieves and lives from your attention.

grope him, degrade him, and strip him to the sweet, matching underwear you've bought him some nights ago— he doesn't care. yandere dilf! certainly doesn't care, as he can only focus on the way your hands roam all over his body, too lost in the feeling of your lips kissing and sucking on every inch of newly uncovered skin.

you might be just using him, feeding bits of your ego, and destroying part of his in the process of satisfying your fantasies... but guess what? he's completely fine with it. he would do anything for you anytime, if at least that means having you show yandere dilf! some love.

"I swear– I swear you can do whatever you want with me... Just keep loving me tonight, yeah?"

© godnectar 2024. please do not modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

[thesacrificialdove]

𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐘, 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 1.8k words puppy boy hybrid x gn!reader — ko-fi | patreon | masterlist | inbox | taglist | home | req. & comms

tags hybrid puppy, breeding kink, knotting, master kink, humping

—📜" As much as you wish that owning a pup is easy, it’s not. You’re going to end up with a headache, missing clothes, and an aching hole at the end of the day. His rut is approaching and—oh dear, this is going to be bad.

When people tell you to get a pup, they don't tell you about the horrid responsibilities you have to go through. 

It's always: 'They're such sweet things! You will always feel loved', 'Very loyal boys and girls', 'It's always going to be a joy around the house', and 'You have to be prepared to give them a lot of love. Ha. Ha. Ha.'

They don't tell you about the burden of actually having a pup.

"Fucking—Atlas! Drop that right now!"

Atlas, your newest pup, is bigger than your average pup. He's also a lot more handful than you imagined. A German Shepherd hybrid is often rare to come across in normal companion shops. Most are already taken by some older chap who wants some protection.

This one appeared at your doorstep. Now, he's currently running around your house with your socks in his mouth.

You groan, almost unable to keep up with him, "What is with you? Why're you so goddamn hyper?"

He tries to say something, though his words are muffled by the pair in his mouth. His tail wags behind him enthusiastically as you continue to miss him when you attempt a tackle.

Fastening out the living room, you try to keep up. "Atlas! Down boy!" He ignores you as he keeps manoeuvring inside your house. He ends up in the storage room, and you corner him there.

When you expect him to cower with nowhere to go, something else catches your attention. Atlas is rushing towards the corner behind some boxes. You peer; he has his old mattress covered in a cloud of your clothes.

"Fucking hell, Atlas," you sigh, "what is this?"

He looks at you like he has nothing to say. "What is what?"

"This? I thought I lost my sweatshirt, but—god, your fur is all over my pants!"

An unbothered look is plastered on his face. He sits on the pile of clothes happily before you start pulling them away.

Rushing, he goes after your cruel hand to take away your clothes. "Hey! That's mine!"

"No, it's not," you snatch your fucking underwear from the pile, "this is all mine, and I'm putting them all in the laundry."

"But what am I supposed to do if you're gone~?" he falls to his back and rolls around. His arms spread to cover all the clothes he could. He's too protective of your dirty clothes and you need to take them away now.

"Guard the house," you say. You kneel down on the mattress, tugging for the shirts. "Seriously, I would guess you're a retriever if I didn't see your papers."

He huffs. "Don't compare me with those sons of bitches." Atlas sits up, defeated. All of his work disappears into your arms. "I'm way better than all of them."

"Yeah, yeah." You need to come back to get the rest. With a grunt, you stand up and take them to the laundry room.

An extra pair of steps follows you there. Surprisingly, you turn to see that he's carrying the leftover clothes. "How nice of you to help for once," you say. "Just separate the whites, okay?"

The two of you fix your laundry. His tail sits low between his legs, a shy blush accompanying his downward ears. He's looking at your clothes like it's his arm—taken away forcefully by some evil monster. Which is you, by the way.

Overcome by his puppy looks, you throw a sweater in his direction. "Keep it," you say, "but if you take any more, I'm making you sleep outside."

He yips excitedly, cuddling the sweater by his chest as he's come alive again. That fucking easy to make this silly pup happy.

"Thank you so much~!" he giggles as he hugs you from behind. Seriously, is he a retriever? Atlas embraces you tight, pulling your body as close as possible to rid the distance between you.

You ignore him as you put your underwear away. "Yeah, yeah. You're welcome, pup."

"My master is the best," he cooes, head nuzzling to your neck. His ears tickles.

Pulling away is impossible. He tightens his grip as he moves the both of you back and forth. "Absolutely the best," he says, his tongue licking under your ear and to your nape.

Suddenly, his innocent movements are not so innocent anymore.

"Y-yeah. Just let me down, Atlas." His embrace starts to become little humps. "Atlas!"

"Master," he breathes out, teeth feathering over your skin. "A-ah… I love Master's scent so bad," he giggles, loopy.

"Good for you, Atlas," with a rough hand, you attempt to pull away. It ends with him whining and pinning you down to the washing machine. "Fucking hell, Atlas..!"

For a fact, you know that his rut is nowhere near. You were planning to neuter him for your safety, and now he's grinding needily on your clothed cheeks. You struggle against his strength. All he does is disapprove of your rejections.

When he growls, it's your time to scold him. "Atlas," you harden your tone, "fix your attitude."

A pained whimper leaves him. Immediately, he backs away. Turning around, you can see his hardon through his shorts.

"S-sorry," he says, pulling down his shirt to try to have some decency. "Master, I'm just really happy to have something of yours. I'm getting really excited."

You can tell. "Yeah, but I'm busy doing laundry right now. Now I got more clothes to wash because of you. See my dilemma?"

For a split second, you can see his cock twitch in his trousers. You sigh. "Sorry," he says, "Can I… fuck, can I just maybe hump you? Please, Master? I'll be so careful."

One thing that they were right about pup boys is that they're needy. And that they're good at giving you those stupid puppy eyes everyone is irresistible to. You feel yourself giving into his whims.

"Fine," you say. His eyes light up like fireworks. "Don't get too carried away. I'm still sore from last night."

Last night: getting stuck on his knot for an hour before having to calm him down when you pull away.

Atlas is back to his excited self as he mounts you from behind. Thankfully, you've placed most of your clothes back in the machines now. He pulls down your shorts, spitting on his hand as he rubs your hole—Jesus.

"Be careful," you hiss, gripping the ends of the washing machine. "Seriously, I'm sore.

"Don't worry," he smiles. "I'll take care of my Master~"

Red rises to your face. Somehow, he makes the simplest thing sound so sexual. You try not to let it sink in but he keeps mumbling your name as he fingers you open.

"So open for me, Master," he moans, rubbing your insides and scissoring you open. He's breathing into your neck and his cock is pressed against your thighs.

The height difference between the two of you is making the angle a bit awkward. He pulls you up so one of your knees lays on top of the vibrating top of the laundry machine. He's breathing hard, turned on just watching your hole clench around his fingers.

A breathy laugh leaves him. "Mmph… I'm sorry, Master. I need to be inside you now—"

"Wait!"

You're not sure when he undressed himself. But he has a leg up as he fucks his cock inside of you. A guttural moan leaves you, overwhelmed by the sudden stretch. Though your body remembers his shape, you're still too sensitive for this.

"Master," he moans, panting as his tongue tickles your neck. "S-so good… You feel so good around me, Master. I wish you could feel it~!"

He puts both of your hands on your stomach, making you feel the little bulge in your stomach. His long pup cock is thick, reaching deep inside of you with the base of his knot already forming. He's too excited and you're sure he's in his rut.

Atlas fucks his cock deep inside of you. He tries to slow his movements as much as possible. Yet, you can feel him whimper and whine as he struggles to keep a tame pace. His mouth is dropped open as he pushes his cock as deep as possible—he has a need to imprint inside of you.

"Atlas," you breathe out, clenching around him. "Just fuck me already, pup. Breed me with your big fat knot."

Your words are immediate. If you could look back, you would see his ears perk up and his tail wag excitedly. Taking your word, he ruts inside of you as if his goal is to put a baby inside of you.

"Yes! Th-… thank you, Master!" he moans, hips slapping lewdly against your ass. "So fucking good, Master. I love it—hahh… I love your sloppy hole so much. S-sucking me in like you want to be bred by me~"

He's manic as he puts a hand on your hips. "So good, so good, so good, so~… good!"

You want to lay your head down. Each thrust hits you deep inside; it rubs against your sweet spot. You feel yourself go crazy as he doesn't care for your own pleasure. He's chasing his own climax, and it makes you clench around him in desperation.

"Maste-e-e-r," he drags out, burying his head in between your head and your neck. "Puppy wants to breed master so bad. Wanna—wanna see you round with puppy's seed. S-so good."

"Breed me, pup," you cry, whining as he's basically only grinding inside of you. You can feel his knot start to attempt to push in. "Get inside of me, pup. Let me have your seed."

"Ah, ah, ah~!" He screams as his knot spreads open your hole—it pushes inside and he's quivering. Your oversensitive hole is being stretched to its last extent. You can barely feel your legs as he's grinding his knot inside.

"So good," he moans. You can feel drool going down your shoulders. "M-master… I'm gonna cum. 'm gonna cum. Puppy's gonna cum inside ofMaster. Gonna-gonna fucking breed Masta-haaah..!"

Waves of his hot cum surges inside you. He's holding you tight; attempting to fill you to the brim, he doesn't let you leave his knot. You're left hanging there to take all of him. When he thrusts inside of you unexpectedly, you can't help the spurt of cum that comes out of you.

He feels you tighten more and groans. "S-so tight," he whines, wiggling his lips as if that would help. "Mmph. Master, you're so nice."

If you were in a better mindset, you would be criticising him. Saying that your compliance is his fault. Instead, you just lay there and take it.

A few minutes in, the haze leaves you and realisation punches you. "You little shit, your knot is gonna be in me for an hour!"

"…I think I'm going into rut, Master. I'll- er… I'll maybe last an hour or more."

"Atlas!"

Owning a pup boy is way too much work. You briefly consider giving him away to some adoption centre. Though he's too attached now, and you might find him back at your doorstep.

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[liz-on-leash]

Annoying Sister:

NMIXX Bae

Tags: male oc × bae, rape, incest, brother sister, creampie, blackmail,

Word count: 2.5k

Author's note: this is a commissioned one-shot from 2 months ago before I got reported for no reason and got my account deleted, lol. I already gave the document to the buyer so might as well post it here now.

Hanwol lounge lazily in his room, the soft glow of his laptop screen illuminating his features as he absently stroked his oily, throbbing cock. He'd been edging for what felt like ages, desperate for release but determined to prolong the delicious sensations.

Just as he felt the familiar tingle of impending orgasm, the door burst open and his sister Bae barged in. "YAH, Oppa! What the hell are you doing?" she screeched, her eyes going wide at the sight of his exposed, glistening shaft.

Hanwol quickly tried to cover himself, faltering, "Bae-ya! Don't you know how to knock?" He glared at her, his hips twitching with halted pleasure.

Bae put her hands on her hips, her small breasts straining against her tank top. "Mom called and said to take out the trash and do the dishes. You better go do it now or I'm telling her about this!" she threatened, her tone laced with disgust.

"Aish, just give me a minute, will you?" Hanwol groaned, resuming his rhythmic strokes. "I'm... a little busy here."

"Busy? Busy doing that?" Bae cried, smacking his arm. "You're so gross, Oppa! Now hurry up before Mom gets home!"

Hanwol winced at the sting of her hit. "Yah, stop hitting me and just leave me alone!" he snapped. "I'll do it when I'm done, okay?"

But Bae refused to budge, crossing her arms angrily under her chest. "No way! You better go do it right now or I'll tell Mom everything!"

Hanwol's stomach twisted with dread at the thought of his conservative, religious mother finding out about his scandalous activities. If she knew he was watching hardcore porn and indulging in such depraved acts, he'd be in for the scolding of a lifetime.

But the throbbing need between his legs was impossible to ignore. He was so close, just teetering on the edge of release. There was no way he could stop now, even with Bae's constant nagging.

As his sister continued to berate him, Hanwol found his gaze drawn to the way her crop top clung to her flat stomach and her low-slung pants accentuated the gentle flare of her hips. An unwelcome warmth pooled in his gut, and before he could stop himself, he surged forward, grabbing a handful of Bae's soft, blonde hair.

"Ow! Oppa, what the hell?" she cried, eyes wide with alarm.

"I told you to leave me alone," Hanwol shoved her roughly onto the bed. He pressed his muscular frame against her petite body, trapping her beneath him. "Now you're going to shut up and let me finish."

Bae's eyes went wide with terror as Hanwol pinned her down. "Oppa, you're crazy! Let me go!" she screamed, pounding her fists against his solid chest.

"Shut up, Bae Jinsol," Hanwol’s grip tightened on her hair as he slapped her hard across the face, dazing her momentarily.

Taking advantage of her distraction, he quickly unfastened her cargo pants, yanking them down her long, slender legs and leaving her in just a pair of tight, hipster panties. Bae thrashed and kicked, but Hanwol easily forced his way between her legs, pinning her arms above her head.

Hanwol's hungry gaze raked over the outline of Bae's pussy, straining against the thin fabric. "Nice sweet pussy you've got there, little sister," he chuckled, relishing the way she trembled under him.

"Please, Oppa, I'm sorry!" Bae sobbed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "I was just joking! I won't tell Mom, I swear! Just, ugh, let me go!"

"Fuck no," Hanwol growled, his eyes dark with lust as he gazed down at his sister's trembling form. Now that he had her half-naked like this, she looked so fucking hot - he couldn't resist.

He groped Bae's small yet soft breast, eliciting a muffled whimper from the girl. Burying his face in the crook of his sister’s neck, Hanwol inhaled her sweet, familiar scent, his cock twitching needily against the crotch of her panties.

"Please, Oppa, please don't," Bae begged again, the word tumbling from her lips in a desperate, broken mantra. His hand drifted lower, rubbing and pressing against the soft skin of her stomach.

"Maybe this will teach you to stop being so goddamn annoying," Hanwol stated, a cruel smile spreading across his lips. "I'm gonna rearrange those guts of yours real good."

Bae's eyes went wide with terror. "Please, don't rape me, Oppa! I don't want this!" she cried, but her pleas only fueled Hanwol's sick desire.

Hooking his fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, Hanwol yanked her head forward by her hair, forcing her to look at his veiny, glistening cock. "Oh, this cock is gonna stretch that pretty pussy of yours so good, little sister.”

Hanwol's grip on Bae's panties tightened as he ruthlessly tore the flimsy fabric in half, exposing her bald, reddened pussy.

"No, please, Oppa! Don't do this!" Bae appealed, struggling against his hold with all her might, but the overwhelming panic and fear had weakened her resistance.

"Shut the fuck up or I will beat you up until you're dead," Hanwol threatened, pulling out the torn panties off her crotch and using them to bind her wrists, pressing them against her chest.

"Fuck you, you sick bastard!" Bae screamed, cursing him as she desperately called out for their mother, who had yet to return home.

Snatching the bottle of lube from the edge of the bed, Hanwol poured the substance over his cock, her pussy, and some on her stomach. "Too bad, sis. Oppa's cock needs a nice tight hole to fuck.”

"No, fuck no! I don't want this, I'm your sister!" Bae wailed, her voice laced with utter despair. But Hanwol's lust-addled mind had long since discarded any semblance of familial love or morality. All he could think about was the wet heat of her cunt.

Tossing the lube bottle aside, Hanwol gripped his cock, lining the weeping tip up with Bae's warm, quivering entrance. "You should be grateful I'm being so gentle with you, sis," he mocked, rubbing his cockhead along her slit, searching for the perfect spot to breach her.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Bae screamed, kicking the bed frantically and straightening her legs in a futile attempt to keep him at bay. "I don't want to lose my virginity to you, you sick bastard!"

But Hanwol paid her desperate pleas no mind, too focused on the task at hand. Pushing one of her legs apart, he used his free hand to guide his thick, engorged cock toward her tight, clenching pussy. Despite the generous application of lube, his cockhead struggled to penetrate her.

"Fuck, why are you so tight?" Hanwol asked in frustration, bearing down with all his strength until finally, the swollen head of his cock forced its way past her delicate folds, stretching her pussy lips like rubber.

Bae let out a stifled cry of pain as Hanwol's thick, unyielding cock forced its way deeper into her tight, virginal pussy. “God— it hurts! Your cock is too big, it's tearing me apart, Oppa! Pull it out!" her words punctuated by the sounds of his flesh sinking into her burning, clenching heat.

Hanwol's grip on her hips and thigh was bruising, his knuckles going white with the force of his grip. Inch by agonizing inch, Bae's tender pussy molded itself to the shape of his shaft until it was buried halfway within her quivering depths.

"Stop, please! It's too much, I-I can feel it in my stomach! Ahh!” her words were barely coherent through the tears streaming down her cheeks. True enough, the outline of Hanwol's cock was visible, distending the flesh of her lower abdomen.

Hanwol held himself still, reveling in the velvety warmth and tight, pulsing clutch of her inner walls. Bae's cries filled the air, the knowledge that he was the cause of her agony only fanning the flames of his forbidden craving.

Leaning in close to her face, Hanwol's hot breath ghosted over her sweaty skin. "Oh, but we're just getting started, sis. Didn't I tell you that I was going to rearrange those guts of yours?”

When Hanwol pulled back, leaving only the swollen tip buried within Bae's squelching pussy, a thin smear of blood coated his cock. Bae, too consumed by the burning stretch and friction, didn't notice the telltale sign of her virginity being taken.

"Alright, Jinsol-ah, time to get to the real fucking," Hanwol declared, using his sister's birth name. "So you better brace yourself."

He then thrust forward, sinking his thick cock into her tight heat in one move. Bae's eyes flew wide, a sharp gasp escaping from her throat as she arched her back, her legs stiffening. A prominent bulge tumefied in her belly, a testament to the full depth of his intrusion.

Bae saw stars, the world dissolving into a haze of agony and disbelief as Hanwol began rolling his hips, fucking her. Each deep, grinding stroke battered her tender cervix, eliciting gut-wrenching groans of pain.

"Fuck, Jinsol-ah, you feel so good," Hanwol’s voice laced with savage triumph. "So tight, just like I knew you'd be."

Bae's agonized cries morphed into keening moans as Hanwol's cock ruthlessly plundered her pussy. Every punishing deep thrust sent shockwaves of pain through her trembling body, and her insides stretched to their limits.

"Nngh, oh god, it hurts!" Bae wailed, her voice cracking. "It's too much, Oppa, please stop!"

But Hanwol showed no mercy, his hips snapping forward with bruising force. The obscene sounds of their joined flesh echoed through the room, punctuated by Bae's desperate beggings.

"Aaah, fuck!" she cried, her back arching as Hanwol bottomed out, his cock poking against her cervix. "It's so deep, I can't– I can't take it!"

Tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, her body shaking with the raw, searing torture. Yet Hanwol's relentless pace never faltered, his jabs growing erratic as the familiar tightening in his gut signaled his impending release.

"Mmh, yesss," he groaned, his fingers digging bruises into Bae's hips. "You feel so goddamn good, Bae-ya. I'm gonna fill you up until you're dripping with my cum."

Bae's legs straightened up in the air, tensing and trembling as Hanwol's brutal thrusts stole the breath from her lungs. "No, no, no," she cried, her toes curling in distress. Nausea roiled in her stomach, the world spinning around her as she was assaulted by wave after wave of searing pain.

"Please, Oppa, I can't take it anymore!" Bae wailed, her body shaking uncontrollably. "It feels like I'm going to be sick, make it stop!"

Hanwol, having edged himself for so long, was quickly nearing the edge of his own release. All he cared about was finding his release, the knowledge that he was about to creampie his own sister only spurred him on faster.

"Nngh, fuck, Jinsol-ah, I'm gonna cum!" he growled, his hips pistoning erratically as he chased his orgasm. "I'm gonna fill your pussy up with my seed, make you carry my baby..."

Bae let out a broken, anguished wail, her body trembling uncontrollably as Hanwol's words registered. "No, please, you can't! I don't want your baby, Oppa, please don't do this!" she begged, squeezing her eyes shut in a futile attempt to escape the nightmare.

Hanwol slammed home one final time and groaned in pure bliss as he flooded Bae's spasming pussy with his hot release. Rope after rope of thick, sticky cum painted her walls, seeping out around his twitching shaft as he ground his hips against hers, milking every last drop.

"Fuck, Jinsol-ah, you made Oppa cum so hard," he panted, his voice laced with a dark satisfaction. "Your pussy feels so goddamn good, little sister." With a contented sigh, Hanwol pulled out, leaving Bae's reddened pussy gaping and dripping with his seed.

The poor girl lay there, face turned to the side, eyes squeezed shut as she sobbed brokenly. The agony radiating from her battered body was matched only by the shattered look on her face, knowing the horrific future that likely awaited her.

Hanwol adjusted his pants, smoothing a hand over the front. "Well, now that I've had my fun, guess I should go take out the trash and do the dishes like a good boy," he sneered.

Bae weakly pushed herself up, glaring at him through her tears. "You're a monster," she spat, her voice raw with anguish. "I'm going to report you, make sure everyone knows what kind of sick, twisted rapist you are.”

Hanwol's eyes narrowed dangerously as Bae spat her defiant words. "Report me, huh?" he growled, stalking over to his desk and snatching up his phone. "We'll see about that."

Bae's eyes went wide with horror as she realized his intent. "What the fuck are you doing?" she cried, her bound hands flying up to cover her face. "Haven't you hurt me enough?"

But Hanwol wasn't listening. He rushed forward, shoving Bae roughly onto her back before climbing on top of her, he wrenched her hands away from her face, slapping her hard across the cheek.

"Ahhh! Stop, please!" Bae screamed, her voice raw with pain and terror.

Hanwol continued to strike her, recording every wince and sob. "Smile for the camera, little sister," he taunted, before sliding down her body. He angled the phone toward her slick used pussy. “My cock really did a number on you, didn't it?" forcing one of her legs up for a better view. "This is going to make one hell of a souvenir."

"No, please, Oppa, stop!" Bae pleaded, her voice hoarse from her cries. "Don't do this! Don't record me!"

But Hanwol only laughed, the sound dripping with cruelty. "Relax, sis. Oppa's just making sure we have a nice memento of our special time together.”

Hanwol's cruel laughter sent chills down Bae's spine. "You know, Jinsol-ah, I think I'll share this video with everyone," his tone dripping with malice. "All the professors, all the students - even your precious best friend, Sullyoon. Wouldn't that be fun?"

Bae's breath caught in her throat, her eyes going wide with horror. "No! You can't do that! You… You will ruin my future!" she begged, struggling against her bonds.

"Then you better keep that mouth of yours sealed, alright?" Hanwol warned. Without warning, he brought his hand down in a sharp smack against Bae's pussy, eliciting a scream from the girl as she coiled in on herself, fresh tears streaming down her face.

Satisfied, Hanwol stood, pocketing his phone away. "Well, I better go get those chores done before Mom gets home," he muttered, already heading for the door. "Try not to cry all over the sheets.”

With that, he was gone, leaving Bae alone, trembling and violated, the weight of Hanwol's threats hanging heavy in the air. Her future had never looked more bleak.

[jinkojinx]

Congratiulations Aron adopted you.

He have different desing in every art but who cares XDD

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nsfw. Yan!Jock x Gn!Nerd!Reader

A jock who's absolutely whipped for you!? Sign me in!!!

A tough and large jock with muscles absolutely coming undone because it's you.

His head is leaning against the headrest as he watches you with half lidded eyes as you bounced up and down on his cock, your hands playing with his large pectorals, heading leaning down to leave bite marks on his chest as he desperately clings onto your hips.

Dull finger nails digging onto your skin, moans and whimpers leaving his lips as his hips thrust up into you to meet along with yours.

"Wait! 'm gonna cum-shit." His body flinched as he felt himself cum in you faster than he expected, somehow already overstimulated as you continued to bounce on his cock.

"Is it that good?" You teased, quiet moans leaving your lips as you basically used him since you haven't even gotten to cum yet.

"So sensitive..." Your fingers toy with his nipples, pinching and pulling, causing him to moan louder, his hands gripped your hips as he pulled you down to be on time with his desperate thrusts, a groan leaving his lips as he feels himself approach his second orgasm.

"Ugh... cumming." He groaned, feeling his eyes slightly roll back.

"Yeah? Cum with me, baby..." You cooed, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you increased your pace, the sound of skin slapping filling the room.

A guttural moan leaves his lips as he came in you, his arms wrapping around your waist as he pulled you down onto his cock, immediately filling you up a second time.

"Such a good boy..." You whispered, running your hands through his brown hair, kissing his freckled cheeks.