#THIS FEELS SO EMBARRASSING NOW THAT I THINK ABOUT IT nonnie you really didn’t have to add that ‘we know’ HAHDSHFBDHJSF

[persicipen]

Dr. Ratio who writes thinly veiled, yet still heavily researched porn fics of the two of you

Like... he just changed the names, babes we know its you-

okay . . . wow . . . at least i hope these fics get thousands of notes and reblogs full of people drooling over his writing asdfghjkl

[uzurakis]

hi kiara! can you please make a continuation of “their act of intimacy” but with gojo, toji, and sukuna? i melted the first time i read them with the other characters 😭 hope you have a good day ahead of you ❤️

THEIR ACT OF INTIMACY?

featuring: gojo satoru. ryomen sukuna. toji fushiguro.

n. aaa thanku for liking the previous one! this is for you nonnie <3 didn’t really proofread cause i’m running late on sleep lol. PART ONE HERE :0

GOJO SATORU. gojo finds it calming when you both take a shower together. however, his notion of "calming" may differ from the ordinary. instead of drowsing in warm water and doing all those private things such as soaping his back and shampooing his hair, you and him sometimes have other spontaneous ideas in mind.

as the warm water cascaded down, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of closeness that's as comforting as it is exhilarating. satoru, with his irrepressible charm and mischievous grin, stood beside you, his presence filled the space with a playful energy.

"ah, feels like heaven," he sighed, whilst eyes gleaming with shenanigans. you chuckled, reaching for the shampoo. “don’t start a water fight again, satoru. let us enjoy a nice and relaxing—“

but before you could react, a splash of water hit you square in the face, causing you to sputter and laugh. “gotcha!" the man exclaimed, his laughter echoed through the tiled walls.

"it’s sooo on now!" you declared, retaliating with a splash of your own.

and just like that, the bathroom transformed into a battleground, with water flying in every direction as you both engaged in your playful antics. amidst the laughter and the splashing, there's an undeniable sense of joy that filled the room.

"careful, satoru," you warned, dodging his playful advances, "you're going to get soap in your eyes."

but he just grinned. "not before you get ‘em first, babe.”

and so, you guys continued your playful banter. soaked to the bone and grinning from ear to ear, gojo satoru defines his own calming moments with you.

RYOMEN SUKUNA. your boyfriend is a big guy, or so he believes before you swoop in and baby him. does he resist? yes. but will he eventually agree? absolutely.

the aroma of freshly cooked pasta filled the air as you stood in the kitchen. across the room, your boyfriend, sukuna, leaned against the counter, watching you with a bemused expression. you took a small portion with a spoon in hand, "say 'a' for me, sukuna.”

"hell nah.” his face was holding back the disgust. “you know, i can feed myself, right?"

"come on, baby, just one bite," you urged, eyes pleading. he hesitated for a moment, then sighed, giving in to you. “no—tsk, fine.”

“just this once.”

as he reluctantly opened his mouth, you couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the sight of him being spoon-fed like a child. your boyfriend’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and he quickly swallowed the pasta, avoiding your gaze.

"see, that wasn't so bad, was it?" you teased, unable to contain your amusement.

he grumbled something unintelligible in response, but as you proceeded to feed him, he took every piece and never turned it down until the last bite.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. toji never declines your offer to groom him. he rarely takes attention to his appearance, whereas you insist on cleaning up him up and do it with your own hands. at first, he doesn't think of it as intimate thing because isn’t it just about cutting and shaving? but as time goes on, he understands how much you value him and treasures the time you spent solely on him.

the soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm hue over the cozy living room. toji sat on the couch, his unkempt hair falling into his eyes. you watched him from afar with a fond smile tugging at your lips.

“toji,” you called out. “your hair has gotten longer than the last time i remember.” he chuckled softly, already accustomed to this routine. "is it that time again?"

with scissors and a comb in hand, you approached him with a smile. “c’mere, sit down, baby.”

letting a shrug plus a grin, the man complied, settling onto the stool you'd placed in the middle of the room. as you draped a towel around his shoulders, his eyes met yours in the mirror.

"you know, i understand why you enjoy doing this so much.” he admitted, leaning back as you began to comb through his hair.

"you know why?” you replied, your voice soft as you worked. "it's about taking care of each other, babe. showing love in the little things."

he fell silent at your words, mulling them over as you continued to trim away stray strands. gradually, the tension seemed to melt from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of ease and contentment.

@uzurakis — requests are open! <3

[yemmuis]

hiiiii 🫶 do u have any thoughts about choso + dickcember day 27 (feast, femdom, edging) or 29 (begging, restraints, deprivation)? if u do i’m begging on my hands and knees for u to share bc u write him so well ❤️

OH MY GOD YES I LOVE U NONNIE!! 🤍🤍🤍

mmmm sub!choso has been ON my mind recently. this got a little longer than expected, but i hope you like it!! (note :: id love to have emoji anons if u want to come back lovey 🤍🤍 thank you)

choso definitely never thought he would want to be tied up. or like it at all. and even now, he didn’t particularly enjoy it. he couldn’t really do anything, tied up in red ribbons with nothing else to keep his bare skin free from the heat of the fireplace.

at this point in time, choso kamo was much too delirious to think about any of that. not with his girlfriends pretty fingers wrapped around his cock, squeezing just tight enough to make him whimper (more like a choked sobbing noise than a whimper, at this point).

let me set the scene for you. choso, hands tied behind his back and wrapped up in red ribbon (that he would surely be cursing for the rest of his days), is a crying, mewling mess.

he can’t even think straight. not with experienced hands palming his shaft over and fucking over until hes so close, then pulling the delicious friction away; it feels like all the lights go out in his brain.

choso shifts uncomfortably, wishing he could wipe away the embarrassing tears sliding down his cheeks (mixed with pencil eyeliner if ur into that 😋😋), but unfortunately, the spools of red around his arms are keeping him deprived of any sort of comfortable pleasure.

you can feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, hear his ragged breathing thats half a whine, and he wishes you would stop tying the bows on those damn presents and untie him instead so he could fold you in half and—

fuck, it hurts so bad. he can’t think at all, cant stop his eyes from burning, cant move enough to rut his hips into anything and finally feel better.

and you’re just sitting there! wrapping presents, all but ignoring him, tying the ribbon on boxes with a competence he doesn’t appreciate. you shift, glancing at him, and oh how he wishes he could just break the damn ribbons restraining him and fuck you like he wants to. unfortunately for choso, its been hours already, and he’s pretty sure all his limbs are already jelly. he wants to tell you to untie him. grumble and huff about how unfair you’re being, maybe fold you up like wrapping paper and fuck you silly until you apologize.

“please.” is all that comes out. ragged, the word gasped from his lips and horribly embarrassing. but he’s too tired and painfully hard to care anymore.

“please, please come back over here.” he whines, moving as much as he can with the ribbon digging into his skin; panting. desperate. begging for you. “need you, been sittin’ here so long, please…” he hiccups, closing his eyes, and wishes he would just stop crying and untie himself and make you see stars. he can fucking feel the endless stream of precum sliding down his thighs. the blushing tip of his cock is practically twitching, so hard he’d probably cum on the spot the second you touched him at all. from the look in your eyes, that likely wasn’t the plan.

his doe eyes flicker open, lidded; his pupils are so big there isn’t a hint of brown in them anymore. he vaguely hears you croon his name, unfocused eyes rolling to meet your owb.

“cho, i’m sorry. presents have to wait until christmas morning to be unwrapped! you’ll have to wait.”

a/n :: thank u for the ask !! i wanted to get this out as soon as possible, so i sort of stepped away from femdom, but i think it works. more sub! and dom!choso to come :33

tags :: @egglain

all border rights go to @/cafekitsune

[steviebbboi]

Napoleon solo cream pie professor trope please thanks

Hello again nonnie! Hope you enjoy the second drabble for our lovely Napoleon <3 Thank you again for participating in my 200 Follower Writing Challenge it means the world! Now, on to the show 'class'!

Pairing: FakeProfessor!Napoleon Solo x Student!Reader

W/C: 1.9k

Prompt(s): Professor AU, creampie

*Napoleon is undercover! Peep the alias name 👀

*also included/TW: MINORS DNI; THIS IS 18+, p in v sex, assumed foreplay, forbidden aspect to relationship, inappropriate relationship between professor/student, reader is in her early 20's, napoleon is undercover/fake identity.

This took a different, and more romantic, turn than I thought that it would lol. Some intense/serious fluff goin' on btwn these two, and tbh, I'm kinda here for it.

One Foot Forward

A muted voice could be heard as you crept closer to Professor Walker’s office. You frowned as the voice became louder in tone, it sounded like he was scolding someone.

“Listen, Peril. It’s not long now that I’ll have what we came for. I’d appreciate a little faith if you could find that in you somewhere in that body of yours.” 

“Peril? Who could that be?” You thought with a frown. You couldn’t hear the response of the person on the other line but you figured they must be a real heap for the professor to respond in such a way.

Instantly feeling guilty, you straightened up and knocked on the door twice and called out, “Professor Walker? Are you busy?”

You heard him hastily rush a goodbye and heard a casual “come in.” Hearing the permission, you entered the room and immediately flushed at the first sight of him sitting at his desk.

Professor August Walker. He’s a real looker for a college professor. When you decided to take Linguistics 101, you definitely didn’t expect for the Professor to be such a distraction. Once news got around campus about the new hot professor who spoke different tongues of what appeals to a woman’s heart, it seemed like only female students came to take the course. 

You really tried to not embarrass yourself like the other girls were (you could hear half of them giggle and swoon in every class), but he was just so handsome. A strong chin defined his angular face, his features cunningly charming enough where a small smirk looked like his natural resting expression. The man didn’t have a fleck nor did he have a blemish on his smooth and cut jawline. A true tall, dark and handsome kinda guy. 

You never questioned his teaching methods, nor did you question his style (even if he would wink at some of the swooning girls or when he would be naturally flirty with some of them if they asked a question). Was it inappropriate? Absolutely. But instead of feeling indignant about it actually happening, you were more upset with the fact that he gave you a D- on the last quiz. 

You were just slightly bitter that his attention was on the other students. They were throwing themselves onto him, sure, but you? You never dared to cross that line, even if he went there first (whether it was a wink or a cunning smile that would make the other girls become frantic). Every flirty attempt, you flushed and brushed it off because you were trying to be a good student. 

You were majoring in linguistics to travel abroad and took him, and his class seriously – overlooked all of these immature discrepancies. So, here you were, actually trying, and he gave you a D-?! 

That’s why you decided to go to his office hours to seriously ask him what he was thinking with this grade. Looking the test over, you could see that the answers that were marked incorrectly were actually right. Unsure of his intentions surrounding the marking of his grades, you decided to find out exactly what his problem was. 

You explained your plight to the professor now as you sat across his desk. You tried to gauge the facial expressions that he was giving you, an eyebrow quirk here, a twitch of a smirk there. Confusion bloomed as a headache as you watched his reactive ‘non-reactions’.

After he lets out a lasting hum of what sounded like curiosity, you couldn’t hold back your scoff. 

Now, that, he had an actual reaction towards.

“Is there another problem, Miss…?” Professor Walker pondered with his perfectly plucked eyebrow raised again.

A pause filled the space for a brief moment as you realized that he forgot your name. You exclaimed your name at him with wide eyes filled with an outraged disbelief. You couldn’t hold back the following words, “What kind of a professor are you?! First, you marked my correct answers wrongfully. Second, you forget one of your students’ names! I understand that you may be taken aback that you have a student who finally doesn’t swoon over your every breath, but that doesn’t mean that you get to treat me this unfairly!” 

You sat back in your chair in a huff as you tried to desperately catch your breath. His silence was palpable as he just sat there with his hands crossed on the desk. As the wind in your breath came back to you, you felt yourself flush again but this time, in embarrassment and shame. 

You just yelled at your professor– you definitely were going to fail the class now. 

Your eyes gravitated towards the cracked tile on the floor as you panicked on what to say, how to apologize for your outburst. But then he said your name so softly that it made you raise your head with regret.

“You’re right. I did mark your answers incorrectly and I do notice that you don’t swoon over me like the other students in class. I have treated you unfairly, and I’m sorry.” He said, his tone casually filled with a mystery of elusiveness despite the explicitness of his words.

“But I didn’t, in fact, forget your name.” 

You squinted over at him suspiciously, any traces of shame or guilt gone from your chest. “Then, what happened just now?”

He cleared his throat as he looked down at his paper covered wooden desk before getting up from his desk chair to straighten his pristine and pressed suit. His veiny hands, that looked uncharacteristically calloused for a professor, were tucked into his trousers in a way that made him look even more charmingly intimidating. He leaned on the desk in front of you now, the proximity of his position allowed you to inhale the intoxicating scent of his cologne. 

“I attempted to cover up my ridiculous cover since I know that I’d never be able to see you again after this.” He responded derisively, almost to himself.

Your brows furrowed in confusion as you tried to dissect the meaning behind his words, only coming up empty handed. Your breath stilted suddenly and the confusion melted into a shy desire as he reached out to tuck a wayward hair behind your ear.

“Tried to make it seem like I didn’t know you, to tempt me less,” he continued as he caressed your cheek. He abruptly chuckled, “but you scolding me, losing your temper, that lovely flush on that radiant complexion drives me crazy.” 

His gaze and touch titled down your neck sensually. In an unconscious daze just at his touch, your head moved with his touch to give him access to your supple and exposed skin. It was only a hint of skin showing between the strap of your dress and your cardigan, but as he stroked it, it felt so forbidden and daring. 

Before you realized, his face was leaning into yours. Any thoughts about what was happening completely escaped you as his lips touched yours. All you could think was that his lips were so soft. You whimpered into his mouth as his tongue expertly caressed yours languidly. 

Next thing you knew, he was carrying you over to the loveseat by the window and you were moaning on top of him with him already inside you. His lips were kissing and sucking along the same spots that his fingers innocently traced earlier in a manner that was far from innocent, but still so devoting. 

Napoleon Solo was a doting lover. Your pleasure was his pleasure. Usually, he’d take his time. But with you, he was more feral. Greedy. Because he knew that if he couldn’t have you, then he’d ruin you.

Your moans started to echo in the small office space as he started grinding into you as you bounced on his cock, which prompted Napoleon to brush a rough hand over your swollen lips to reluctantly muffle your sounds of pleasure. 

“Shhh, be good for me, my little secret.” He muttered into your ear with his own strained groans escaping his lips. His eyes rolled back as he allowed you to grind down on him even deeper as he relaxed his body on the back of the couch. Taking control was his usual forte, naturally. Even sometimes, a role. But with you, in this moment, he didn’t have to be. 

He would allow himself this one luxury of authenticity as everything else in his life was a well-told lie. 

“Professor, please.” You whined against his palm and licked it in wanton desperation. You clenched tighter around his girthy cock and he grunted into your neck as the sensation. 

“Fuck, gripping me so tight. You’re my good little student, aren’t you?” He moaned against your ear once more as he nipped at your earlobe seductively. The hand that wasn’t groping at your curvaceous hips stroked along your skin and in between your tightly-pressed bodies to circle your swollen clit.

“Yes, I’ll be a good student for you, Professor! Please let me cum, please!” You gasped into his mouth as he pulled you in for another forbidden kiss. He started to thrust into you wildly at hearing the eagerness in your voice, his caresses on your bundle of nerves rubbing faster.

You cried out your ecstasy as you felt that knot in your tummy unravel so deliciously. The combination of his grunts in your ear, your clit being stimulated as he drove his fat cock into your wet pussy was just too much to comprehend at once. You couldn’t believe a man as beautiful as he would even want you, would desire you. The way that you were the one to unravel him beyond what others perceived. It was the danger of getting caught that finally drove you to the edge.

Cumming around his cock that was still driving into you deep and slow, your whole body intensely shook as your orgasm seemed to last long enough for Napoleon to loudly groan out his own release against your open lips. 

The feeling of your Professor’s cock throbbing out his spend inside of you felt oddly filling, you bit your lip at the pleasure-filled sensation. Napoleon felt your pussy clench around him one more time and he captured your bottom lip into his own nip as he licked into your panting mouth. The taste of you was too intoxicating, and he wanted this moment to last. 

You left his office with a kiss filled with longing and a promise to see him at the next class. But he didn’t show up for the next class. He was out sick, the office reported. You waited anxiously, no other way to contact him. By the following week though, they replaced him with a new professor. 

You had no idea that that would be the last of your romance with the spy. Never found out the reasons behind his words or his sudden departure. You ended up graduating with your degree and traveling the world. 

The spy never forgot about you though as he fulfilled his mission. Never forgot how captivated he was by you. He glanced over his newspaper at you as you sat at the little cafe overlooking the Seine. Seeing you so confident and flitting about Paris filled him with an unconscious delight. 

The passion filled experience in his fake office shined over his mind once more as he placed one foot forward towards you.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed reading this weird-subtle angst Napoleon. I know his character in the movie is depicted to be quite mischievous and daring, but I thought it would be a cool spin to the inner conflicts that a spy would probs feel under the mask.

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[adelheidvonschicksal]

I don't even like thinking about toji taking megumis girl. Like, in my mind he's trying to atone 😪

Yes!!! Let’s talk about it!

He loves ‘Gumi so much. He was just having a bit of a ✨ emotional breakdown ✨ during that whole selling him off deal. And personally I was coming off the Shouto train so it hits twice as hard cause he always gets his GF taken by Endeavor or Dabi (sometimes Bakugo), which Dabi makes sense since he HATES Shouto. But post-atonement Enji 😭I totally get the kink though (tbh I kinda like it in reverse 🤭). There’s actually a really GOOD fic I like called U&I with Bully!Megumi and you sleep with Toji to kinda get back at him after finding out he’s been using you. I like the revengeful ones or when it’s a 2-parter and they find out what you did.

BUT I DIGRESS, okay so I got some big brainrot and I was half asleep and started thinking about it and ahh! Plus I didn't post for his birthday so this is like the most slap together, grammarless of my brain rotting (and you brought it about Nonnie, so you gotta take responsibility lol) but:

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(SFW) Imagine okay, like a modern AU: Toji is trying to be a better dad after the endless benders after losing his wife. He went from floating from random woman to woman, trying to catch that feeling again like when he was with his first wife. It always devolves into the same thing with him squeezing them dry for every penny he can get before moving on to the next with Megumi in tow. Sometimes it didn’t include Megumi, Toji would leave him alone for weeks to months at a time as he got older, occasionally bringing home some new mom that he’ll eventually abandon at the end of the day or that eventually gets tired of him; tired of both of them because Megumi refused to be nice to anyone Toji brought home.

But it finally hits him to be better, to try to be a good parent. Sadly, it’s too late. Megumi is a teenager now, one year from graduating high school and going to college, where Toji will definitely not have any chance to atone. He doesn’t blame the kid, it’s his own fault.

However, he sees a lot of himself in his son. The apathy that borders depression, the lone wolf attitude, the quietness and independent streak, the very small number of friends (if any, because Megumi NEVER brings anyone over or talks about school at all, usually avoids talking to him in general). He isn’t really sure what to say to the kid, not that he’s figured it all out himself or that Megumi would even listen to him. Indifference was the best he could hope for most of the time.

Then one day, he shows up at home with someone. A girl, even. And you’re cute, way too chipper to be following around his wallflower of a kid. Always entering and leaving with a “Hi, Mr. Fushiguro. Bye, Mr. Fushiguro. Looking good today, Mr. Fushiguro. Love the haircut, Mr. Fushiguro. Rocking that sweater, Mr. Fushiguro. Have a good day, Mr. Fushiguro.”

You seem too good for nobodies like them; and when he teases Megumi with the notion, his son claims you’re just his class partner for this semester, nothing else. But Toji sees how soft he gets around you, the little bit of extra effort he puts in trying to make conversation when you’re over, the blush and grouchy embarrassed complaints he makes whenever Toji tells him to leave his room door open when you guys work on projects in there. The complaints usually get a little quieter given the right laugh from you.

You have a good effect. Megumi seems a little less tense, walking the world with a little less cynicism even though it’s still clearly there. He starts hanging out with two other kids from his school, Megumi claims they’re your friends, not his, but Toji has seen the pink haired boy over twice without you. Overall, you all seem like a really good kids.

One weekend you pop because you and your friends were in the neighborhood and wanted to see if Megumi wanted to join in on whatever you’re doing. Unfortunately, Megumi’s not home, but it gives Toji a small window to prod you a little about your relationship with Megumi. He’s observant enough to notice by now that the two of you like each other but he just wanted to hear it from you, and you make the most darling lovesick face when he asks. As far as he can piece together, you’re not dating officially but the entire world treats you as you are.

When Megumi finds out what happened though. He doesn’t like it, and he makes it clear that the interference was highly unappreciated it. Toji is simply sitting in the kitchen and trying to enjoy his apple, and he’s getting the interrogation treatment by this little gremlin (affectionately) half his size.

“What were the two of you talking about?” “Nothing in particular.” “If you don’t need anything then don’t bother her.” “Why? You don’t want me speaking to her?” “No. She isn’t your type anyway.”

Then, Megumi starts going off on a tangent of why Toji shouldn’t be interested. You’re too young, you're still months off from 18, you don’t have any money for him to leech, and there’s no way you can decide on a movie together with that age gap; 'You’ll kick the bucket 30 years before her' is the meanest one though.

Based on the disrespect, it still looks like Toji has a lot of work to put in but it’s almost cute, in an grouchy, bratty (also affectionately) sea urchin type way that he’s getting so worked up over you. He thinks the kid will combust if he mentions that he does think you’re cute (in an overly energetic bubbly kind of way), and it makes him release a short chuckle as he resists the intrusive thought, which only serves to make Megumi’s frustration even worse.

Normally, he'd get tired at this point and ask if Megumi was done mouthing off yet, but this time it makes him glad to see Megumi getting so worked up over something. It’s a good feeling to know his actions didn’t completely ruin his son, that he didn't completely destroy Megumi's ability to care about life like his former family and the world had once done to him. It makes smile the tiniest bit even as Megumi seems to try to trudge away after making his point. Whatever point there was to be had. The boy is such a chronic overthinking about everything and everyone, including if you’re one of those girls at the school that squeal when they see him pick him up at school on the rare occasion.

“Hey,” Toji calls out to get his attention. “Do you know what you’re doing?” It’s not the best words but it’s the only way to sum up the familiar feelings he gets of his past, right after he left his family, right before he met Megumi’s mom. And after losing her without ever really making the most of everything back then and treasuring the moments together. “It’s hard to find something like that. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.”

He can sense the tension draining from Megumi, the panic and shaky nervousness from seconds ago leaving in the form of drooped shoulders and a soften, mildly confused expression as he looks back at him. Something seems to finally click in that overly worked brain of the younger Fushiguro and he mumbles, “I know.”

And Megumi gets that look again, that quiet one, too caught up in his own head.

"Do I need to make room for a daughter-in-law in that case?" he asks lazily before taking another bite of his apple, the chewing echoing. It's enough to earn some grumbles and a red face. He smirks when the boy quickly decides to hobble back to his room and hide away in embarassment. Like a normal kid.

And Toji thinks that maybe…a small maybe… that maybe they’ve gotten a little closer. If only in that moment. Regardless, he really hopes that the talk is one of those things the school already covered because he really doesn’t want to be responsible for that.

[sleepysnk]

Hey! Saw your headcanons are open :) I love your writing so thought I would pop in.

What about headcanons for Draken and how he progresses from figuring out his feelings for someone to eventually asking them out?

🖤

a/n: hi nonnie! this was request was so fucking cute! so thank you for sending this in, i hope you enjoy! <3

characters: ken (draken) ryuguji

warnings: fluff, mentions of romantic feelings, confessions, mentions of food, use of pet names (baby, babe), draken being a cutie and kinda shy.

ASKING YOU OUT.

ken (draken) ryuguji:

- this man having a crush on you?? oh god, i hope you understand how luck you are!!

- draken is a gentleman. i will say this until the day i die. he’s a very respectful person and he honestly would be such an amazing guy to be with. now while he may be a great man, he can feel really fuzzy about his feelings. there’s so much that goes on his life and he wouldn’t really know how to react to it at first. he’s of course happy, but he’s also somewhat conflicted.

- he caught feelings for you when he walked you home one night after a toman meeting. you were at the park just a few blocks away and he wanted to make sure you got home safe. most people were intimidated by toman’s number two, so you would never get messed with if draken was by your side.

- you were just someone who understood him on certain levels. not to mention, you were absolutely attractive and sweet in some many ways. draken’s feelings for you were just so intense that he couldn’t go a second without thinking of you, or even sending you a message to ask how you were doing. he cared so much about you and all he wanted was to be with you at all costs. he knew he was a good guy. he knew how to treat the person he was dating, so why not go for it?

- he definitely shows signs that he likes you. i’m saying like really clear signs.

- he would sometimes treat you to food or snacks whenever he’d go to the convenient store. i also feel like when he likes someone, he often spills details about his personal life. you were shocked to hear about his past with his mother, and how he grew up in a brothel his entire life. however, that didn’t change how you saw the man, and he was thankful that you were there to listen and not make him feel embarrassed for such a thing.

- has probably called you babe on accident.

- i mentioned above that he is somewhat conflicted. he’s in a gang and he’s seen what happens to people’s significant others as a result. he doesn’t want to drag you into that or possibly scare you. if anything, he had such a deep desire to keep your safe. i headcanon that he’s a very protective guy, even if you aren’t his s/o.

- draken just wasn’t sure how he wanted to ask you out. he had liked you for a while. it didn’t help that mikey wasn’t the greatest to come to when it came to romantic advice. there was even an occasion where he almost dropped the bomb on you when the three of you went out for ramen on night. draken swore to god he was going to crush mikey’s head when he kept talking about him liking somebody.

- he decided to just ask you out on a random afternoon. he did a lot of thinking to the point where his brain was fried from all of the thoughts he had in it. he didn’t want to be dramatic or make it a huge thing, but he also didn’t want to put little effort. he wanted it to be something you remembered, but he feared your rejection. he found a lot of comfort and trust in you as a person. being rejected and told no would hurt this man’s soul, but of course, he would respect you.

- oh god he was nervous.

- he messaged you earlier that day to come and meet him at one of the parks near your house. you went and became confused when you saw him standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. more specifically, your favorite ones.

- draken saw you and almost lost his shit when you stepped towards him. he smelled the perfume that came from your clothes and it honestly made him want to pass out. he was a confident guy but that was quickly fading now that you were right there in front of him. he didn’t want to mess it up and say the wrong thing, so he decided to just start talking. though, it was kind of hard because you were just so cute and his words got scrambled.

- “ken, what are you trying to say?” “i-i.. fuck, i like you.”

- you were not expecting it whatsoever. draken started to feel somewhat embarrassed because of how blunt he was. he didn’t mean to, but he would have kept stuttering if he didn’t. he also was a blushing mess. his cheeks were tinted pink and you didn’t fail to notice it.

- however, when you started giggling and smiling, this man’s face dropped. you looked so cute with that grin on your features that he completely forgot what had just happened. he couldn’t read what you were thinking. did you feel the same? were you laughing out of pity?

- “i like you too, draken.. a lot actually.”

- draken was so taken back. he almost dropped the flowers he was holding in his hand. he couldn’t believe it. he thought for a split second you were going add a “just kidding!” but you didn’t.. and he was so taken back. it made him so fucking happy <3.

- he handed you the flowers and was shocked when you kissed his cheek. he almost fell over and his heart exploded at your soft lips against his skin.

- “i promise to treat you better than anybody else. you can count on me, baby.”

- it was your turn to be the shy one now. his words made warmth spread across your cheeks and you couldn’t hide the smile that had appeared on your features. he was so so cute that you thought you were going to just crumble right there. you were so fond of draken that it almost hurt.

- he did end up walking you home and you actually planned a date for the two of you! <3

- i love this man 😔.

[luffyvace]

hello! can i request hairo's kisses?

yes you may nonny! 💗💗

I’m so glad to see someone requested my silly little series!!

Enjoy anon!! And thank you! <3

Hairo’s kisses!

your first kiss would probably happen a few weeks after you’ve become an official couple

And I’m talking past the dating phase

which you likely dated for at least 4 months

Hairo had no interest in romance before, canonly

But when he does get a chance to date, let alone kiss you?

he’s all over you!!

and he’s not embarrassed one bit :)

As for your first kiss 😚

he doesn’t seem like the type to be flustered easily at all

so it would simply depend on what your doing, or- more like where :P

and by this I mean if your inside at the time, your first kiss will happen in private!

if your outside at the moment? pda is fine by him 💞

he’s proud to have you as his s/o so he isn’t afraid to show it at all

in fact he’s not even thinking if others are around

he’s focused on you

i mean of course! It’s not about them!

LOL

he’s also the type of person to see they’re parents kiss and not cringe, or not be embarrassed to kiss they’re mom in front of they’re friends, for a better example

you know? He just sees it as a normal thing, not cheesy or anything

a display of affection—just as it is <3

back to the lecture at hand—

Let’s say you guys were inside at the time

I’m going to go ahead and say he catches you completely off guard

you two were doing whatever you were doing

probably chatting while doing so

and as soon as the conversation ended he leaned in and gave you a 3 second kiss

Now he is a gentleman—so directly after he realizes he didn’t ask first

”oh- uh- oops- did……did you want a kiss?”

”I should’ve asked first really! I don’t even know if that was your first kiss or if I’m moving too fast—my mom told me I might wanna wait-“

”it was fine, Hairo. I loved it”

you announced beaming

and apparently that’s infectious because he got a case of the smiles too 😊

You probably resumed what you were doing before

but not before sharing a comfortable silence while doing something sappy like cuddling for a bit or holding hands 💗

from then on he’ll give you a kiss anywhere

its not like pda is illegal or forbidden or something so he sees nothing wrong with it!

The most common kiss you’ll receive from him is a forehead kiss

to say goodbye, to say hello, to say thank you, to say good luck, to say goodnight

all of the above and more

he more so gives kisses on the lips when you two are being all cuddly n such

like a quick peck after a goodbye hug

or when your snuggled up, cooing little praises to each other

Hairo’s kisses are soft and usually short

so the ‘short and sweet’ type

his lips are actually really soft!

he doesn’t have chapped lips or anything and they’re naturally moisturized

he doesn’t even do anything or put anything on he’s just kinda lucky 😂

let him tell it, it might be because he works out- 😄

I can nor confirm or deny I have no idea I haven’t researched it

but besides the point

Hairo’s kisses are gentle and meaningful

In each and every one of his kisses you can feel the love and adoration

it sends tingles up your spine and gives you goosebumps from how loved you feel

theres always at least 2 seconds of googly eyes being exchanged after your kiss as well

whether a whole crowd is watching or not

if your not into pda you’ll have to tell him because as I said he views it in a casual (yet of course, still romantic) way

So he kinda just initiates it naturally

But don’t be hesitant to tell him your uncomfortable with it! 💓

he completely understands and will keep in all his affection til he can burst it at you in private 💝

if your okay with pda, he initiates it as normal! :)

You might as well call your man the kiss genie

because ask and you shall receive darling

If this guy isn’t the gentlest giant idk who is

💋💪

[fadelbison]

https://x.com/JoongOfficialTH/status/1859303863179936140

J was present in the nc scenes of fk.

Every day I'm in this fandom I age a thousand years. Here you go nonnie fic because what else was i supposed to do. sorry i keep putting them in cars, its an uncomplicated setting for privacy.

[Joongkhaotung; PG-13]

He’s surprised when Khaotung asks if he wants a ride home. Joong looks awkwardly towards First but First is sitting unbothered getting his tattoos removed, not even looking at them. Khaotung’s offer makes sense since they live close together; he doesn’t know why he’s surprised.

Except that, First and Khaotung just filmed a really intense love scene and he assumed– well he doesn’t know what their deal is, not really – it’s just that even he feels it a little hard to just say goodbye to Dunk after staying smooshed mostly naked for hours.

Khaotung blinks and tilts his head like he’s waiting for an answer.

*

Perhaps, he should have said something a little more sensible than, “Wow, you really need to be flexible to shoot a scene like that huh?” Maybe Khaotung’s knowing little smirk should have embarrassed him. But Khaotung only says, “I guess.” and Joong can’t regret anything because he just flirted with Khaotung and Khaotung let him, “But we support each other, Fir had to push my legs back today.” There’s a little pause before he adds, “hold them open.”

Joong doesn’t know what he should say, he’s mostly panicking, the rest of him focused on keeping himself deathly silent and maybe just the tiniest part wants to keep flirting, wants to see which direction this goes. They’re in Khaotung’s car, cooped up closer than he’s ever wanted to be when he’s paralyzed like this. He’s glad Khaotung is driving but any minute now they’re going to come across a stop light and then Khaotung will turn to him and see with his eyes, how flushed he is, how he can’t help but fidget in his seat.

Khaotung just flirted back and Joong feels like it’s too late already, that Khaotung knows how the image of him bouncing in First’s lap, face etched in ecstasy is already imprinted onto Joong’s brain, permanently. He’s not sure how the professional barriers are supposed to go up again.

“Are you worried about yours? Isn’t that why you’re here? To get some pointers.” Khaotung asks after a long silence, still not looking at him even though they’re at a stoplight. Instead, Khaotung has his head a little bit tilted just so he could look out the driver’s window. From this angle Khaotung’s jawline looks sharp and extremely biteable.

Joong doesn’t know if he wants the professional barriers to go back up again, “Yeah it’s intense were you nervous about it?”

Khaotung laughs, a hearty sound “Of course. But First makes everything better. Always.”

“Wow, you two are really in–” Joong knows it’s awkward to do, cloth and padding between them, trying to get close in a way that looks natural but also doesn’t block off the camera and god the camera, often moving right to your face, an awful mechanical sound, trying not to look stiff, sweat gathering on skin the longer it goes. It’s awful to do, but so so good to witness, “–sync.”

“Yeah? Good.” Khaotung says, rubbing his head shyly, “There’s certainly more-” He waves his hand around “-where that will be handy. If you’re nervous then it helps talking to your partner.” Khaotung throws him the quickest, most devastatingly mischievous glance, “Just like real sex.”

“What pointers can P’Khaotung give me?” Joong wishes that he didn’t sound so clenched, throat dry and voice strained. The question sits heavy in the air.

But Khaotung only laughs again, “About sex?” Joong feels ravaged by the way Khaotung quirks his eyebrows. He knows it’s a joke but he wants so desperately to say yes. He can’t stop thinking about First’s hand on Khaotung’s waist when they filmed Bison riding Kant. Jojo was pointing out poetics of the shot to him, the way the rings and necklace provide a sharp contrast, desperately needed in the swarm of red and yellow light engulfing them otherwise, how important it was that Khaotung kept his hands where the camera would catch the rings, that First kiss Khaotung’s chest only in a few predetermined spots so that the lines of Khaotung’s body are pulled into focus. 

But all Joong could think about was the way First’s hands, the ones out of the shot, looked balancing Khaotung’s hips. They grip him clumsily, nothing like the artistic flair of Khaotung’s fingers spread across First’s back. It’s artless in the way that it is functional, they’re not even touching at the hips, Khaotung probably can’t even feel that he’s straddling First, except for his hands that grip him tight, possessive in the easy way they slide to adjust Khaotung’s shifting weight.

“Yes.” Then, “Filming it.”

Khaotung looks at him quickly again, but doesn't answer his question, “We’ll be there in a minute.”

Khaotung parks in a darker spot in the garage instead of right in front of the elevators. Then he unbuckles his seatbelt and pulls Joong into a kiss. It lasts the duration it takes for Khaotung to gently kiss his bottom lip twice before pulling back to ask him if it was okay. Except he doesn’t ask, just tilts his eyebrows like that, all sultry and challenging, the way he’s been doing it to First all through filming. How does First stand it?

Joong experiences the kiss for seven lifetimes, flickering between wonder and disbelief, even as Khaotung’s lips only brushes a ghost of a touch on his. It takes Joong much too long, long enough that the self assured smile starts drooping on Khaotung’s face, only just a little but it’s enough for Joong to spring into action, pull him in with a firm grip on the back of his neck.

Joong doesn’t bother with politeness, kissing him hard, the way he’s been wanting to since he walked into the room and saw First and Khaotung cuddled on the bed, likely figuring out positions, Khaotung pulling First onto his lap over and over until it looked practiced and smooth. Khaotung doesn’t seem to want to bother with politeness either, nibbling on his lips until Joong finally opens his mouth to let their tongues slide together. 

He’s so hard just from kissing Khaotung. No, not just because the whole evening Khaotung has been–

Khaotung breaks the kiss with an obscene smack, smiles at him guilelessly with Joong’s spit glistening around his lips, “you like him too, right?”

Him.

First.

Joong is pretty certain he had, like the rest of the room, gasped a little when First pulled his shirt off, flexing his back that tapered off into his still narrow waist and pert ass.

He nods before he’s really thought of an answer.

“Great, then come home with us next time.” Khaotung says, cheerfully buckling his seat belt and turning on the ignition again.

Us.

Right.

First and Khaotung.

[property-of-tojifushiguro]

OMG I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE TOJI FUCKING THE BABYSITTER THING PLEASE I NEED SOME CRUMBS TO SURVIVE 🤲🏻🤲🏻🤲🏻

HELLO NONNIE I’LL TRY TO GET IT FINISHED AS SOON AS I CAN BUT WHEN I POST IT IS REALLY UP TO MY EDITOR. IN THE MEAN TIME YOU CAN HAVE SOME CRUMBS OF THE FIC!!! (it’s out now and you can read it here)

(You) walked back out of the bathroom to find a now shirtless Toji laying on the bed in just his pyjama pants. You immediately turned away feeling extremely embarrassed to see him without a shirt on.

“You okay kid?”

You turned around, now embarrassed by your reaction as well.

“Yep, sorry, just didn’t expect you to not be wearing a shirt.”

“Well it is my house.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. You want a shirt or some pants or something? Or are you just going to sleep naked?”

At this point there was nothing that you could do to stop the blush that was covering your cheeks. Toji couldn’t help but grin at how embarrassed you were. It was adorable.

“Yes please! To the clothes I mean.”

He chucked and got up, walking to his drawers and looking for something for you to wear. As he moved you couldn’t help but stare at his muscles, he’s just so big and strong. That’s when you had a realization, Toji wasn’t planning to sleep in the same bed as you, was he…?

“Uh, Toji,” He smiled at the sound of your sweet voice calling his name. “you don’t plan on sleeping in here too, do you?”

He turned around and once again raised an eyebrow at you.

“What, do you want me to sleep on the floor? I’m old, I’ve gotta sleep in a bed kid.”

His comment actually made you giggle.

“Come on you’re not that old.”

“‘Not that old’? I can’t tell if I should be complimented or offended… I’m thinking offended.”

You laughed again.

“You’re not old! You’re just older than me!”

He rolled his eyes playfully and returned to the task of finding you pyjamas.

(this might change slightly but it should basically be the same when i post it)

[chvoswxtch]

Hiii)

I've just read "all I need is you",and I know it was about Matt and reader,but when Electra appeared, and there was the moment where Ellie hugged reader behind,God,I felt butterflies flying in my stomach😭I was like,screw Matt,let's just run away in Maserati☻️

Soo,can I have request with Electra and Reader👉👈. Maybe reader found her bleeding and helped her, or she is working with Matt and Foggy,and she met Electra in office,I don't know🥲

Thank you,have a nice day or night,depends on what's the time in your city 🤍

nonnie, I would happily run away with ellie in a maserati.

sorry matty 💅

thank you so much for the request! I hope this is close to what you were looking for, & I hope you're having a lovely day/night wherever you are! 💖

fluffy blurb below the cut.

lock your window.

“So, you only answer Matthew’s every beck and call?”

“I don’t-he slips in through my window in the middle of the night. Doesn’t really give me much of a choice.”

“And you keep it unlocked.”

“Yeah, because the one time I complained about him interrupting the sleep I already don’t get, he tried to give me shit about turning away a bleeding, blind man.”

Elektra rolled her eyes as you reached for another alcohol swab, wincing slightly as you cleaned up the stitch you had just done on her shoulder.

“Of course he did. Matthew can be very persuasive.”

“He’s a pain in my ass.”

A pleased smirk tugged at the corner of Elektra’s lips as she watched you, tilting her head to the side curiously.

“So you don’t fancy him?”

Snapping your focus to Elektra’s eyes, you quirked one of your brows in question.

“If you’re asking if I have a thing for your ex, the answer is no. Now, take off your pants.”

Elektra’s brows raised up slightly as her lips split into a playful grin.

“Not even gonna buy me a drink first? What kind of girl do you think I am?”

“The kind that’s bleeding through her pants.”

Elektra pursed her lips in a slight pout, glancing down at the large tear across her thigh that was covered in red stained gauze. Unbuttoning the top and pulling down the zipper, she carefully pushed them down with your help, leaning back in the chair once they were off. As you knelt between her thighs and opened a fresh alcohol swab, Elektra cocked her head to the side while watching you.

“So is this how I get your attention? Break in all bloody so you’ll take care of me?”

“There are far less extreme methods you could take-”

“Well I did try calling, but you didn’t answer.”

“I was working a shift, Elektra.”

A hiss fell from her lips as you cleaned at the torn flesh on her thigh and you whispered a soft ‘sorry’ before grabbing a clean needle and thread.

“Do you answer whenever he calls?”

“Who?”

“Matthew.”

Tilting your head back to look up at her, confusion settled on your features as you paused lacing the thread through the eye of the needle.

“I told you, he doesn’t usually call. He just…shows up. Why does it matter?”

Elektra lightly shrugged as she glanced around your apartment, and your brows remained furrowed in puzzlement as you carefully stitched the gash on top of her thigh. You stilled halfway through, glancing up at her with slightly parted lips.

“Do you…are you still…nevermind.”

Quickly ducking your head, embarrassment burned through the tops of your cheeks feeling her gaze on you.

“Am I still what?”

“Nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“It’s not my business.”

Elektra lightly grabbed onto your wrist to halt your movements as her other hand gently grasped your chin to tilt your head back so that she could see your eyes.

“Tell me.”

There was an intensity in her eyes that made you nervous. You hadn’t known Elektra long, but you swore sometimes when she looked at you, she could see right through you.

“Do you want him back?”

Elektra’s jaw tensed slightly while she stared down into your eyes, and you felt your heart starting to pound against your chest while you waited for her answer. Letting out a deep exhale through her nose, she pursed her lips as she gave a subtle shake of her head.

“No.”

As her answer nestled in your ears, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, and as your body physically deflated, Elektra suddenly tensed. 

“Do you want him?”

There was an edge to her voice that you couldn’t miss, and perplexity once again twisted up your features while you stared up at her.

“I told you I don’t have a thing for him.”

“Then why did you look so relieved that I said no?”

Elektra’s question caught you off guard and caused your eyes to widen in panic. As your lips parted to speak, you searched your brain for an excuse that made sense, but you couldn’t come up with anything. The longer the silence stretched between the two of you, Elektra’s expression of skepticism slowly melted into one of understanding, and her eyes became a little softer.

“Oh. Oh.”

“I…you’re…bleeding. I should…uh…finish so you…can um…go.”

You tried to fight the way your hands shook with trepidation as you finished the stitch on Elektra’s thigh, quickly and carefully wiping it clean as you avoided her unwavering gaze completely.

“Y/N?”

Keeping your head down, you mumbled a quiet ‘hm’ as you tended to her other superficial wounds as quickly as possible.

“Do you want to have a drink with me?”

Whipping your head up in her direction, you blinked a few times before clearing your throat and slowly pulling off your gloves.

“I…um…don’t have anything.”

“I don’t mean right now. How about tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night?”

Elektra nodded her head, gazing down at you with a delicate smile on her lips. Continuing to stare up at her blankly, your brain slowly processed her words.

“You…want to have a drink with me…tomorrow night?”

“Unless you had something else in mind for our first date?”

“D-Date?”

Elektra’s mouth split into a wide grin as she leaned in closer to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, tracing the underside of your jaw with her index finger before cupping your face gently.

“How else am I to say thank you?”

Staring up at Elektra in complete awe, your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you sucked in a sharp breath. The grin on her lips remained as she brushed her thumb along your cheekbone gently.

“So, drinks then? Tomorrow night?”

Swallowing thickly, you gave a slight nod of your head, your voice coming out barely above a whisper while you continued to stare up at her in a trance. 

“Tomorrow night.”

“Perfect. Oh and darling, don’t forget to lock your window tomorrow night.”

Elektra let her hand languidly drop from your face as she stood from the chair, gathering the mess of used supplies on your kitchen table to carry towards the trash can. Tilting your head to the side in confusion, you watched her effortlessly move around your kitchen with ease from your spot on your knees, trying very hard to ignore the fact that she was just in a tank top and underwear.

“Uh…why?”

Turning to face you, Elektra eyed you up and down hungrily, her lips splitting into a devious grin as she arched one of her dark brows.

“Because I don’t like to share, and I don’t want Matthew ruining our fun.”

tags:  @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

[aphroditestummyrolls]

3+1 Colm and Wylan <3

Hey nonnie ☺️ thanks so much for joining in on this little game, I’m loving this story. Here’s a continuation of the scene I did for @its-tortle here.

CW for past child abuse

He wasn’t sure how he’d ever missed them before.

It wasn’t as if he couldn’t feel them under his hand as he pulled Wylan close; or see them when Wylan rolled himself up to his hands and knees, and Jesper buried the both of them in the sheets in the low light of their room. But, in his defense, it was dark… he was distracted. And if he was so brilliantly observant that he didn’t even recognise Wylan after their first night together, Jesper supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that he missed this, too.

But it was different this time. He was certain that every plane and feature of that pretty face would be etched into his mind for the rest of his damned life, and he’d be infinitely better off for it. It had only been a week, and they’d been to and fro to all corners of the True Sea. They saved Ravka, saw the Darkling burned to ashes, and now they were home.

Both of them. He made Wylan a key, and everything.

Still, it wasn’t until the sun shone in on a bright new morning that Jesper saw the scars and truly processed that they were there.

He moved without thinking— thinking wasn’t exactly a Jesper talent— immediately taking his boyfriend’s waist. His back was to him, and he only jumped a little bit when he felt Jesper come up close behind him. With no other sensory distractions, there in the full light of day, Jesper traced the stark lines of reddish brown and healed silver. Wylan didn’t seem to really realise what he was doing at first, not until he rubbed his thumb across the deep impression of the belt buckle in his shoulder. It looked grotesquely smeared— as if it had been whipped down against the flesh with such force, it had to be stitched back together—

That was when Wylan bolted up and away from the bed. Jes was left with his hands around empty air, and his horrified expression staring at the wrinkled linen of his own shirt as Wylan pulled it around his shoulders.

“I… you don’t have to tell me what- what happened, but…” his throat was dry when he swallowed. “But just tell me who. Please.”

“That’s valiant of you, but they’re long gone by now.” Wylan took a long moment to come back to bed. “I was young. It was… I don’t want to talk about it— please, Jes.”

He told him all of it eventually. After they went to the edge of the world, relearned who they were, and decided that there was no part of life that wasn’t better together… Then, Wylan told him everything, and it still burned in Jesper’s chest to think about it.

“Jesper, what the Hell is that?”

His da was never the type to hide his feelings, but at least he had the good sense to whisper his absolute horror as Jesper tugged him to the other side of the pantry. Far enough away from Wylan’s ears, he glanced back.

His exhausted, overheated boyfriend was faceplanted into the kitchen table, pink shoulders practically glowing. He was blissfully unaware of Jesper’s damage control.

Wy would be so embarrassed if he knew.

“Jesper!” Colm hissed, but when Jes looked back at his father, all he saw was utter concern, almost heartbreak. “Who did that to that poor boy?”

Thanks for playing ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you enjoyed!

[luminouslywriting]

Oh honey, honey! What have you done to my mind now that you have said that maybe Rosie is hiding his feelings for Ruth? You have given me an excellent opportunity to tell you that I have been thinking about it since I read chapter 11.

The boy was in love with her from the get-go. They were best friends, and at 8 years old, he made her that beautiful Valentine’s Day card and gave her chocolate because he was going to marry her. At 13, Ruth was the only girl he wanted to kiss! You cannot tell me that the poor boy, embarrassed as he was, did not try his very hardest to apologize to Ruth after her project scattered into pieces following his failed attempt to kiss her. It was Ruth who did not accept his apology because that kiss ruined her grades. During that time, educating girls was not considered that important. Girls were expected to learn the basic things at school, then get married and have children. But Ruth was not that kind of girl; she dreamed of being the best she could be, and in her mind, Rosie shattered her dream. She didn’t accept that it was done by accident.

Rosie was as proud as she was, so after countless attempts to apologize, he gave up and started treating her as she treated him. But that didn’t erase his feelings for her. Quite frankly, it is possible that Ruth buried her feelings for Rosie deep down because she found it unacceptable to have feelings for someone she supposedly despised.

Even though they were rivals and “disliked” each other, you can’t convince me that they didn’t still find each other very attractive while growing up or admire each other's intelligence. When they entered law school, they definitely secretly thought, “Yes, you made it,” about each other. Ruth definitely disliked all of Rosie’s girlfriends, and he despised Ruth’s fiancé. But their real feelings came out when they were arguing, in the form of sexual tension that was so palpable and noticeable to everyone around them but themselves.

So these are my thoughts. Hopefully I didn’t overwhelm you.

Love you so much 🥰🥰

Nonny, I have been STEWING on this reply for DAYSSS!!! This is literally the most amazing message I've ever been sent??? It's so flattering and kind when you guys obsess over the stuff just as much as I do haha!

"The boy was in love with her from the get-go. They were best friends, and at 8 years old"—YES YES YES

And you're so right, he did try his best to apologize. The unfortunate flaw of Ruth's (singular of course), is that she's utterly stubborn. So if you've angered her, expect to be on her shit list for the rest of your life haha.

Ruth is not the stereotypical woman in the era that thinks about marriage and children all of the time. She wants more than she should and she knows it. She knows people are going to look down on her for it and people aren't going to support her dreams, and she doesn't need them haha. And as far as Ruth burying her feelings...I'd say that there was a healthy level of hate and that if there was ever a person that Ruth THOUGHT she'd marry, it was Robby before everything went down. But the lust and attraction that reawakens said feelings? Now that's another story because they're both utterly horny kids around each other.

"you can’t convince me that they didn’t still find each other very attractive while growing up or admire each other's intelligence. When they entered law school, they definitely secretly thought, “Yes, you made it,” about each other. Ruth definitely disliked all of Rosie’s girlfriends, and he despised Ruth’s fiancé."—UM ABSOLUTELY!!?? Listen, Ruth and Robby ENJOY having a rival who really actually cares about them. And they've never approved or liked a single other boyfriend or girlfriend of the other person's and it's not just because of the hidden feelings. They're genuinely thinking that the other person could do better and this is beneath them.

And oh....that sexual tension. Nonny, you have NO FREAKIN' IDEA. It's so bad between the two of them. Where I'm at in the story is just past D-Day and these two just want to JUMP each other's bones at every given convenience but are stupidly avoiding their feelings haha.

[beck-a-leck]

Kiss prompt 38 with Lest/Vishnal with him confessing his love to the prince. Based off the line "you're almost too cute to be a boy" please 🥺

Here you go, Nonny! Sorry for the delay, but I hope you enjoy!

💜💜💜💜💜

Vishnal wasn’t sure what sort of charm Lest was working on him, but every time the Earthmate started talking to him, no matter what he was doing or how busy he was he found himself talking and talking and talking. It hadn’t gotten any easier the longer Lest lived in the castle. In fact, familiarity seemed to only make the problem worse. Though Vishnal was reluctant to call this a problem, but him losing track of time chatting with Lest had gotten him scolded more than once by Volkanon. And sometimes he got himself in trouble when his mouth ran faster than his brain and something really stupid or embarrassing slipped out before he could catch up. Fortunately, Lest, gods bless him, hardly seemed to notice those slip ups. And if he did, they only seemed to endear Vishnal to him more. People weren’t normally so forgiving. Even his dear friends were more likely to tease him than move the conversation along with a kind smile. Lest was so different from most other men Vishnal knew. Not just in the big ways, being an Earthmate and all that, but in little ways. Vishnal found himself getting lost in those amethyst eyes of his more often than he cared to admit, which lead to more embarrassing slips. Lucky for him, Lest hadn’t noticed, and he hadn’t confessed anything really embarrassing. Yet. Vishnal was lost in those eyes again, his mind straying to pleasant daydreams of watching those eyes sparkle under starlight, while he chatted with Lest about something or another unimportant, and then those words came out of him mouth before his brain could catch up. “You know, you’re almost too cute to be a boy.” “What?”

The conversation came to a screeching halt. Vishnal bit his tongue hard before he blurted out something that made the whole situation worse. Did he really just say that OUT LOUD?!?! Oh gods he wanted to melt through the floor. Now would be the perfect moment for Volkanon to come to the rescue and remind Vishnal that he was shirking his work. “I – I mean – I didn’t mean…” Vishnal’s face was burning hot. He risked meeting Lest’s eyes. Lest’s face had gone pink too. “You… you think I’m cute?” Vishnal’s heart fluttered uncomfortably. Lest wasn’t laughing like he would to play off a joke which could only mean – well no, it could mean a lot of things. Not trusting his mouth to say the right thing, Vishnal nodded. “Okay, I think we need to talk.” Lest chewed his bottom lip for a second in thought before he grabbed Vishnal by the wrist and dragged him off. They didn’t speak until they were in the Earthmate’s rooms in the castle. “Okay, okay,” Lest passed for a moment in front of Vishnal. The butler couldn’t imagine why he was so flustered because of Vishnal’s slip. “I might be too forward, but Vishnal… do you like me? I mean… you think I’m cute.” Still too afraid to speak, Vishnal nodded. Lest smiled shyly and he stepped in close, closer than the two of them had ever been before. “I… I want to tell you something before we have any more conversations. Can I?” Vishnal nodded, daring deeply into those eyes. They were so close, he could see the small details, the streaks of blue and gray that helped make the purple. Lest gently lifted Vishnal’s chin. “I love you.” Then he brushed a gentle kiss over Vishnal’s lips. Vishnal blinked, too stunned to react as Lest stepped back, never breaking eye contact. Love. Oh… oh, that’s what he had been feeling. It was love. Vishnal swallowed and met Lest’s eyes. “I love you too.”

[m-ilkiee]

You can ignore me. I’m here to vent. You don’t have to read this either.

My mom died few months ago from cancer. She battled it for 3 years. when my mom announced that she had cancer me and my sister were crushed. We did everything we could to help her. During this time was my father was constantly on business trips and working overtime. Even after we told him that my mom had cancer nothing changed he even grew cold and more distant not only to my mom but also to me. I have to say that we are not poor so my father didn’t had to work this much. I come from generational wealth and my mom and my father had an arranged marriage. They never loved each other. They were like two strangers living in the same house most of the time. 1 year ago before my mom passed away my little sister caught him cheating. My sister confessed my dad about the affair, somehow he managed to manipulate her into thinking that it’s will be the best if she keeps quiet. My sister didn’t tell anything and I didn’t assume anything because I was so busy taking care of my mom. Then I found out the cheating in the most random way possible. I confronted him just like my sister then he had the audacity to gaslight me. Just by typing that makes me angry and I’m embarrassed to admit it but I believed him like an idiot. Then my mom had her final moments with me and my sister. 2 days before she passed away the weight of my father’s actions were too heavy to bear. Those 2 days i couldn’t sleep or eat. I was going back and forth with myself whether or not to tell her. Part of me wanted to tell her the truth. But the other part of me was too scared to speak because I didn’t want her to have her final moments thinking about my father’s disgusting actions, she deserved to know the truth. I wanted her to have her final moments peacefully. Now that my mom passed away I can’t stop thinking about that. I feel guilty every single time when I this about it. I’m not even sure if am I a good person anymore. Im currently in university and ever since my mom passed away and all this overthinking started my grades started to drop seriously. I can’t concentrate on anything. The friends that I once was really close with now they distance themselves from me. On top of that my depression and anxiety doesn’t make it easier for me. I failed to be a good daughter, I failed to be a good sister, I failed to be a good friend and student. I even failed to be a good person. I failed at everything. Im scared to do something that I will regret in the future. Because of those thoughts I started seeing help from therapist but it doesn’t really help me much

Sorry for the late reply nonnie, but if you sent this to me, please dm me, lets talk.

[callsign-bubbles]

2 & 3 for the wip game!!!

AAAAAAHHHHHH it’s been so long since i got an ask i’ve forgotten how to respond :’] i don’t know which game you’re asking about exactly, so i’ll give you answers for both of them!

a character POV i’m exploring currently is brock boeser <3 specifically for this thing i’m writing where brock is a mute national park researcher in the Rockies and quinn jack and luke hughes have been shipped off to the woods to learn endurance and survival and it’s a plot okay it doesn’t have to make that much sense. anyways the way that those two interact with other, especially since brock has to use sign language, is a really interesting dichotomy! coincidentally, that WIP is also my current WIP and it makes me want to tear my hair out! i am not a writer that works well in setting up the scenario around dialogues and this fic is really forcing me out of my comfort zone in that regard. so so rewarding but also massively stressful .

never be so clever is a prompt for a fest that i didn’t end up finishing on time but it’s still kinda rolling around in my mind . basically the prompt was that connor bedard is a werewolf and he puts off shifting because he’s not sure if chicago will accept him (because that’s a totally okay form of self-coping) and ends up having a terrible time of it until he plays edmonton and meets connor and leon! leon is openly a wolf, connor is his devastatingly-in-love handler (yes, they both refer to the relationship in this way, leon thinks it’s funny), and they invite baby connor to dinner! baby connor ends up thinking of it more as a networking opportunity and connor m. and leon are like oh my god this poor child is obviously in distress we must help . so baby connor is sat in their living room after dinner and ends up feeling so safe and relaxed that he involuntarily shifts! obviously he is extremely embarrassed by this and is like oh my god mr mcdavid and mr draisaitl sirs i did not mean to do that it was a complete accident etc etc etc until leon eventually says in the most loving tone possible “boy shut the fuck up” and then they have a giant cuddle pile!

the right side of wrong is, again, an unfinished fest prompt, but this time it’s the canucks! *jazz hands* no, but basically so it’s centered around thatcher demko, who is a selkie, and the nightclub that he owns. our little depressed baby quinn hughes is hired to work as a bouncer at thatch’s club and one night as they’re closing down he mistakes thatcher’s jacket for his own, so he ends up wearing it home. now, we all know selkie lore here, and considering quinn “i don’t consider myself someone that knows what’s going on” hughes is a bit of dumbass, he doesn’t realize that he’s essentially forced thatcher to be connected to him for life, and with thatcher being the shy and reclusive person that he is, he’s not really ready for that type of relationship. of course, these two are so gone for each other it’s stupid, so they work it out eventually, but there’s definitely some confusion in the beginning. ANDDDDD brock and petey have their own bananas shenanigans going on too!!! brock is a nonmagical human (just like quinn i forgot to add) who bartends at thatcher’s club and does some of their legal work on the side for some extra cash to pay his way through law school. petey, of course, is a siren dancer at the club who is highly sought after but really just wants a nice guy to settle down with who doesn’t offer him money for his body. they’re dumbasses but we love them so much. emotional turmoil.

anyways i am sure this was entirely more than you wanted to know but i love talking about my process so this was fun!!! thank you nonnie <3

[wonusite]

Favorite

❝ When Professor Jeon realizes his most earnest student is no longer paying him the attention he craves, he goes to great lengths to make sure he’s the only one holding her attention. ❞

pairing: jeon wonwoo x fem reader

genre: teacher au, cam girl au, college au, smut

word count: 9.3k

warnings: illicit relationship, imbalance of power, age gap (reader is in her 20s and wonwoo is in his 30s), sex work, drinking, lots of pining, jealousy, misunderstandings, professor!wonwoo, student!reader, cam girl!reader, masturbation (f and m), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, office sex, car sex, riding, multiple creampies, overstimulation, pussy drunk!wonwoo

a/n: this has been in the works for way too long and i’m so happy with how it came out. hugest shoutout to the nonny who sent in the ask that started it all. minors dni!!

You think you might actually die.

If you didn’t spontaneously combust from how embarrassed you felt, then you were going to go find a cliff to throw yourself off of. You can’t remember the last time you fucked up this badly, and it doesn’t help that it’s all your friends can talk (and laugh) about as you’re having dinner.

“Maybe he didn’t open it.” Vernon tries to reason.

“Yeah, right.” Soonyoung snorts. “He probably already clicked on the link and is jerking off to her videos right now.”

Chan’s laugh is one of the most endearing sounds you’ve ever heard, but right now it just sounds annoying. You’re glad you ordered an alcoholic drink with your meal because otherwise you wouldn’t be able have this conversation. When your friend sees your sour pout, he quickly changes his tune.

“You’re worrying for nothing. I’m sure once he saw what the site was, he clicked off.” Chan says as he not-so-subtly scoots his chair away from you. “He’s like the most respectful guy ever.”

“Chan’s right.” Vernon is quick to agree. “Professor Jeon isn’t the type to cross those boundaries with a student. You said you sent him an email saying it was a mistake, right? He’s a nice guy, so—”

“How fucking naive can you two be?” Soonyoung cut in with an incredulous look on his face. “I know his type. Those quiet guys are the biggest freaks behind closed doors. He’s definitely the type to fuck a student. I’ll put money on that shit.”

Chan pauses to mull over Soonyoung’s words while Vernon can only offer him an exasperated glare. The two boys know better than anyone how you feel about your professor, and they also know that the older man was the only person in the history of the universe to treat you coldly. This was definitely the worst situation you could ever find yourself in, but Soonyoung was too oblivious to see that fact.

Being the sweetheart that he is, Vernon is quick to change the topic. “Seokmin just texted me. He said everyone is on their way to Jihoon’s place. Let’s get the check.”

For a moment, it seems like your inner turmoil will be forgotten. Sure, you do have class early in the morning, but right now you were going to focus on having a good time at Jihoon’s party. And Vernon was probably right. Professor Jeon was the sweetest, most respectful man you had ever crossed paths with. He probably deleted the email after realizing what it was. And even if he hadn’t, this moment would eventually pass.

After all, no one ever actually died from embarrassment.

Everything was fine until the four of you are about to leave the restaurant and Soonyoung lets out a sound that resembles a chicken being strangled. His eyes are bugged out as he comically gestures across the dimly lit place. Your heart twists uncomfortably when you finally see what has him acting like a fool.

“I told you so.”

Those four words are the ones you hate the most in the world, especially when they’re coming from Kwon Soonyoung. You love him, you really do, but his lack of perception is fucking maddening sometimes. It’s especially infuriating in situations like the one you were in now.

“No fucking way.” Chan whispers with his mouth dropped open. “That’s—”

“Just because they’re having dinner together doesn’t mean they’re fucking.” Vernon reasons, obviously trying to spare what was left of your feelings.

“Who cares?” You manage to say without letting your voice tremble with the heartbreak that was currently seeping into your bones. “Let’s get out of here before they see us.”

Soonyoung only scoffs, not able to believe that your nosy ass doesn’t seem to care about the juicy scandal the four of you had stumbled upon. Vernon starts to push him out the door while you and Chan hurriedly follow behind them. Luckily, you manage to make it out of the restaurant without catching the attention of your English professor and his TA.

Normally, you would’ve loved to be a witness to any potential gossip, but this was different because you just so happened to be the tiniest bit in love with your professor. The more rational part of you knows that it doesn’t really mean anything that Professor Jeon was having dinner with his TA, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting a little bit (a lot).

No one ever died from embarrassment, but apparently dying from a broken heart was real.

“This is actually a good thing for you, Y/N.” Soonyoung says once you’re all in Chan’s car and driving to Jihoon’s party.

You grit your teeth and manage to answer him in a somewhat calm voice. “What are you talking about?”

“If Professor Jeon says anything about the link you accidentally sent him, you can tell him that you know he’s fucking his TA.”

It actually wouldn’t be a bad idea if even talking about the very possibility that those two were having an illicit affair didn’t feel like someone had punched you in the stomach. But instead of letting any of them see how much it actually hurt, you only offered what you hoped was a convincing laugh.

“Yeah. You’re right.”

You look out the window as the conversation takes a different turn, not noticing the looks Vernon keeps giving you all the way to Jihoon's apartment. He doesn’t say anything because you keep speaking and laughing like everything is fine. He should’ve recognized your calm and aloof behavior as a sign that you were on the verge of spiraling, but he didn’t.

Even as you unbutton two more buttons of your pretty blouse and hike up your skirt when you enter the party, he doesn’t say anything. It’s easy for him to assume that you want to hit on some of Jihoon’s producer friends for fun as you often did after getting a little tipsy.

It’s not until he sees you drinking like the world is running out of alcohol that he feels the need to intervene. Vernon quickly walks over to you, eyeing you with blatant concern. You don’t even acknowledge him as he goes to stand beside you.

“Maybe you should slow down.”

You ignored your friend’s concerned voice and downed another shot. In the back of your mind, you know he’s right, but the need to forget about your hurt feelings and humiliation was far greater than reason. Besides, you can hardly taste the alcohol anymore which makes it easier to drink to your heart’s content.

“This is a party, Vernon.” You remind him. “I’m only trying to have a good time. I deserve to, don’t you think?"

Of course he thought you were in desperate need of a fun night out. In fact, he’s the one who convinced you to come since it had been a hot minute since you left your apartment for something that didn’t involve working or school.

But Vernon can see that the way you’re drinking is only an after effect of what you saw at the restaurant, and if you kept this up you were going to black out like you did at Junhui’s party freshman year. Because he didn’t want to relive that night, he makes sure to bring you plenty of water and keep you within his sight. If he couldn’t stop you, he was going to make sure you were taken care of.

Maybe you’re acting childish, but you don’t really care at this point. All you can focus on is the pain that’s tightly gripping your heart. The alcohol helps a bit, but you still don’t manage to forget the events leading up to your irresponsible drinking.

You could get over your little slip up, and even the fact that Professor Jeon was potentially fucking his TA. But what really hurt is that your English professor seemed to display this great disposition to everyone in the world except you. Sure, you should’ve been grateful that he probably didn’t open the link you sent him because he was having dinner with TA, but your fucked up mind and heart couldn’t care about that for some reason.

It’s not fair, you can’t help but think.

You were down bad, but it wasn’t your fault. Every time your English professor smiles, you feel like your heart is going to implode. The way his kind eyes always form into crescents as the softest smile ever graces his face is possibly the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen.

What’s not fair is the fact that Professor Jeon has never directed his pretty smile at you. Not even once.

It’s not like he’s never had the opportunity to do so. You purposely arrive early to his class in order to sit at the very front, and not to mention that you’re very vocal during discussions and always answer his questions. But all he’s ever offered you is a fleeting glance and a nod of acknowledgement while the entire English department gets that stupidly endearing smile of his.

Chan always tells you how thirsty you look during class, and when you make the argument that he wouldn’t know since he always sits all the way in the back, he actually laughed at you.

You lean forward so much that it looks like you’re about to fall out of your seat, he’d said.

After you catch yourself doing exactly that during one of Professor Jeon’s more riveting lectures, you wanted the earth to open up and swallow you whole. If Lee fucking Chan—one of the most oblivious people you had ever met—had noticed your massive crush, then you were 100% sure your professor had as well.

Just thinking about it made you cringe and down another shot. The burning feeling made you come to a decision. If your professor didn’t care for you, then so be it. Tonight was the last night you would feel heartbroken over him. You were going to shove him out of your heart and mind if it was the last thing you did.

Wonwoo can’t describe the feeling in his chest when his class is ten minutes away from starting, and you’re not already in your usual seat. He tries to brush it off because maybe you’re just running late. After almost an entire semester of always being early, it was only logical that you would be late at least once. Things happened, and he was sure you would show up soon.

At least, that’s what he thinks until it’s actually time to start the class and you’re still no where to be seen. It bothers him and it shows. Bad.

The class is probably the worst he’s had since he first became a professor, but that was the least of his concerns. All he can focus on is the uncomfortable feeling twisting in his gut as he thought about the possibilities of why you didn’t show up to class. Wonwoo doesn’t want to believe that you’re too embarrassed to show up because of the link you accidentally sent him.

You had sent him an email containing the correct link and profusely apologizing about thirty seconds later, and after he saw the name of the website he could see how the mistake was made. Unfortunately for you, the two websites were very similar in name.

If you really were avoiding coming to class because of that, he wishes you would give him a chance to tell you that he wasn’t uncomfortable or angry. But Wonwoo doesn’t get the opportunity to speak to you as soon as he hopes because almost an entire week goes by until he sees you again. He sees you on the way to his office and calls out your name before he realizes what he’s doing.

The way you’re expression drops into a cold discomfort makes him falter a bit. Where was that bright smile you always directed at him? It only makes Wonwoo certain that you were still mortified over what happened.

“I didn’t see you in class on Tuesday.” Wonwoo says after you awkwardly greet him. “Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, just... personal stuff.”

The air is painfully awkward, and Wonwoo can’t stand the abrupt shift in your behavior. He needs to let you know that what happened shouldn’t make you feel uneasy around him because he understands that it was a mistake. However, he doesn’t react fast enough to do so.

“Professor.” You say hesitantly, nervously biting at your bottom lip. “Did you click on the link I accidentally sent you?”

You’re looking at him so shyly and nervously that he becomes powerless immediately. Wonwoo wants to make you feel more comfortable, but he also is unable to lie to you. “I did.” He says honestly. “But once I realized you sent the wrong website, I clicked off.”

Wonwoo can tell his honestly doesn’t make you feel any better. Just as he goes to comfort you, your attitude suddenly shifts.

“I’m really sorry. I swear it won’t happen again.” The apology sounds sincere, yet it’s missing the usual warmth your voice held whenever you spoke to him. “I have to go. I’ll see you in class.”

Wonwoo’s heart sinks when you run off without even giving him a chance to say goodbye. Maybe this is his own fault for taking your once sweet attitude toward him for granted. He never thought a day would come where you would actively avoid him.

A sudden determination to have things go back to the way they were overcomes him. Unfortunately, things got worse before they got better.

When he sees you again, you’re not early. You aren’t late either, but it’s odd to see that you don’t seem to care to be early anymore. And you don’t sit right at the front either. No, this time you sit all the way in the back between two boys—Lee Chan and Xu Minghao. This somewhat bothers him, but he can’t really be upset. After all, you were allowed to sit wherever you wanted.

It’s not until he sees you giggling and talking with those boys—particularly Minghao—during his lecture that he really gets agitated. He carries on as normally as he can, but this sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach is expanding up into his chest keeps distracting him. Deep down, Wonwoo knows this feeling is nothing more than petty jealousy.

Your new behavior carries on for weeks, and it makes Wonwoo feel like he’s losing his mind.

Finally, he decides he can’t keep his frustrations pent up inside and does something he knows he shouldn’t. When he gets home, he immediately goes to his room and gets on his computer. He opens the browser and is quick to click on the only site that’s on his favorites. Wonwoo quickly logs in, the action of typing his username and password is muscle memory at this point.

His eyes don’t mind the videos on the homepage, he only focuses on going to his subscriptions and clicks on the only profile he has under his favorites. Wonwoo let’s out a laugh. It’s quiet and slightly bitter. It’s funny how worried you were about him clicking on the link when he had been watching your streams since before you became his student.

Wonwoo feels a sense of sour accomplishment. He’s gone almost an entire week without watching any of your videos, but that was all in vain. As he scrolls down, he notices that you’ve done two streams since he last watched you. Just as he was deciding which one he was going to watch, he got a notification.

brattydoll sent you a message!

It’s pretty certain that Wonwoo flinched so hard it can be seen from space. He can’t believe what he’s seeing, and it almost feels wrong that this is happening to him. But he shoves all those thoughts aside and quickly clicks on the notification.

brattydoll: hi! you were the top tipper for the stream i did last week. as usual, you are eligible for a private stream. let me know what time and day best works for you xoxo

It takes him less than a minute to type a response to let you know he’s ready now. He waits in anticipation for your message, really hoping you say you’re ready too.

His dick starts to get hard when you tell him you’ll be ready in ten minutes while also explaining the boundaries you have while doing these private streams. He doesn’t really need a reminder since he’s won a private stream from you a couple of times before. Honestly, all he can really focus on is how he’ll get to have you all for himself. He quickly strips down to his underwear before he settling into his chair.

Wonwoo feels his cock twitch when you pop up on his screen. You have a sweet, seductive smile on your face as you gaze at your screen. It’s not like the one he was used to, but at least he can pretend you’re directing it at him like you know who he actually is. He’s fully hard by the time he notices that you’re wearing the lingerie set he sent you recently. You look absolutely divine in it. His very own temptation. Licking his lips, Wonwoo starts typing into the chat.

you look beautiful, baby. how have you been?

“How have I been?” You tilt your head innocently. “Horny. But what else is new?”

Fuck. This is exactly why he could never look you in the eyes for too long when he saw you in person. Wonwoo was always afraid you would be able to tell how much he wanted you if he looked at you too long. He was never good at hiding his feelings, after all.

“Do you like how your gift looks on me?” Your sultry voice asks, and Wonwoo feels his heart pound when your smile becomes affectionate.

i fucking love it. i knew it would be perfect for you.

Your tantalizing grin makes Wonwoo wish he was there with you. God, how he would ruin you.

“Before I start, I have one question.” You say as you lick your lips. “Are you not gonna let me see your pretty little cock?”

Wonwoo lets out a deep breath because he can literally feel his cock throb in need. He quickly angles his webcam so you can only see his torso before he turns on the camera. Your wolffish grin has precum oozing from his bulbous tip, and he thinks vaguely that he would fuck that complacent smirk right off your face if ever given the opportunity.

“Thought you were getting shy on me, baby.” You say as your hands start to trail up your body.

never.

You giggle sweetly, and Wonwoo feels like he can come from the sound alone. He wonders if you know exactly what you do to him and everyone who gets to see you like this. He suspects you do.

“I missed you.” It comes out breathy as you start to knead your tits. You bite your lip before pulling off your bra. “You hadn’t been on my latest streams, and I thought that maybe I wasn’t your favorite cam girl anymore.”

If only you knew.

you’ll always be my favorite, kitten.

You moan softly when you see the chat, thumb and index finger pinching and tugging at your nipples. “You promise?”

Wonwoo types a quick yes before he grips his cock, thumb rubbing across his slit, spreading the precum all over his tip. His large hand starts to pump his cock, watching as your eyes focus on the what he squeezes and tugs on himself. Wonwoo lets out a shaky groan when he sees your thighs squeeze together.

let me see that pretty pussy, baby.

You’re quick to push your panties to the side and your two fingers along your wet lips. Wonwoo’s eyes are glued to your pussy. Watching you use your arousal to lubricate your fingers is driving him insane, and he has to slow his movements when you sink your fingers into your cunt. He wonders what face you would make if it were his fingers fucking you instead. They’re so much bigger than yours are.

“Fuck.” You moan as you start to grind into your hand.

Wonwoo watches as your fingers move in and out of your cunt, eyeing the way you arousal is dripping down to your ass. Fuck. He wonders if you always get so wet or if the sight of his cock is getting you off. Part of him feels content deludedly believing it’s the latter.

Your moans grow louder when your fingers brush against your sweet spot. It’s rare that you imagine it’s your subscriber’s dick inside you and not your fingers, but cockydom’s cock is just so big and pretty that it’s hard not to. The other part of you thinks about your hot professor despite the fact that you were trying to get rid of the feelings you had for him. Oh well. Rome wasn’t built in a day.

Wonwoo curses as his movements speed up. There’s nothing he loves more than watching you play with yourself while pretending that his fist is actually your sweet little cunt.

you close, baby?

“So close.” You whimper as you feel your orgasm building up. “Are you gonna be a good boy and come with me?”

He’ll do anything you want. Instead of telling you that, Wonwoo types in the chat to keep your eyes on him. He wants you orgasm to the sight of him coming.

You’re glad your eyes are focused on the pretty dick on your screen because it makes it easier to reach your orgasm. The sight of the flushed cock aching and throbbing makes you clench around your fingers. You can tell he’s close by the way his hips are bucking into his hand as he squeezes around the sensitive tip. His thighs are quivering, and with a few more drags of his fist, you see the first rope of cum shoot out of him.

Wonwoo lets out a strangled gasp as his cock throbs wildly with each ribbon of cum that shoots from his tip. He comes so much that his seed covers his hand and abs. It glistens over his pulsing dick while he fucks his hand through his high. He smirks when he sees that you’re eyes are completely fixed on him as he milks every last drop from his cock.

A low moan tumbles past your lips as your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm washes over you. Wonwoo is careful to watch your facial expression, his fist subconsciously speeds up. You're just so fucking hot, and he just imagines how you would look coming on his cock.

You smile nicely and sweetly at the camera, biting your lower lip as you moan softly and rub a thumb over your clit. Two fingers spread yourself so he can see the way your folds glisten with your slick. Wonwoo’s zero in on your quivering cunt and the fingers that held them open. He just wants to take them in his mouth and suck them dry.

“I haven’t came that hard in a long time.” You breathe out blissfully. “You always do this to me.”

Wonwoo swallows thickly. Fuck. You’re turning him on all over again.

“Let’s end it here, baby. Be sure to watch my next stream.”

And just like that, the screen goes black and Wonwoo is left staring his own reflection.

Sometimes you have to wonder if your life was fate’s way of punishing you for something you had done in a previous life because there was no fucking way you were this unlucky without any reason.

When you agreed to meet Seokmin for dinner, you never thought you’d be itching to leave the moment you arrived. All you wanted to do was have fun and distract yourself from your failing plan to get over Professor Jeon, but unfortunately for you, fate had other plans.

After the hostess leads you to your table, it becomes clear that bringing along Soonyoung and Chan was a mistake. Because sitting at the table alongside your friend was none other than Professor Jeon Wonwoo. You nearly trip over yourself because not only is he there, laughing and talking without a care in the world, but he looks so fucking hot while doing so.

The older man isn’t wearing his glasses and his hair is slicked up, exposing his forehead. Your professor looks like an absolute dream, but all you can see him as is a nightmare in the flesh.

This could not be happening to you.

It always slips your mind that Seokmin is older than all of you, but now you know that you’ll never forget. You considered turning around and making a stealthy escape, but your overenthusiastic friend spots you before you can even make a move. He greets all of you with a loud shout. At this point you can't just run away no matter how badly you want to. But you decide to stifle all your feelings, and try your hardest to not act like a skittish animal.

“Professor.” Chan greets casually as you three go to sit, and you envy that he’s so nonchalant. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“I haven’t seen Seokmin in a long time.” Wonwoo says, noticing how you’re doing everything in your power not to look at him.

He won’t stand for it. Not anymore. “It’s nice to see you, Y/N.”

It gives him a sick thrill to see you shiver at his words. It’s subtle, but it’s there. He manages to smile instead of smirking like he wants to. Wonwoo has always known you’ve felt an attraction toward him, and he wasn’t going to let you forget it. After all, you were his favorite student.

“Don’t be so awkward!” Seokmin chastises you after you tensely greet your professor. “Wonwoo is just a normal guy right now! Don’t even think of him as your professor.”

If only that’s why you felt so uncomfortable.

Your first mistake of the night was bringing your moronic friends who can’t take a hint. The second mistake was ordering a round of shots to ease your nerves. It’s not like dinner isn’t going smoothly, but the coiling in your stomach refuses to let you relax.

You try to engage as much as you can without letting your emotions slip through, but your professor keeps making it hard. You’re not sure what’s wrong with him, but he seems interested in everything you have to say, no matter how small. You can’t help but feel a little bitter at that.

Where was this energy when you were making a fool out of yourself during his many classes?

“Y/N.” Seokmin calls in a singsong voice after he downs another shot. “A little birdie told me you’re seeing someone.”

You try to ignore Wonwoo’s piercing stare, but it’s hard. Instead of focusing on your professor’s uncharacteristic behavior, you cast a fleeting glare at Chan. He can never keep his mouth shut, and this time you don’t know how you’re going to keep yourself calm enough to answer Seokmin.

Somehow, you manage to respond normally. “I wouldn’t say that. This little birdie is obviously mistaken.”

“Really?” Soonyoung cuts in, and you can literally hear the alcohol starting to dictate his actions. “Because Minghao has been wanting to fuck you since high school, and you finally went out with the kid last week. It’s gonna break his heart to know that you don’t want to be his girlfriend.”

You clench your jaw and give Seokmin a look that said, control this fool before I murder him. Sure, maybe it would’ve been good for Professor Jeon to think that you weren’t trying to get at him because of the link you’d sent him, but talking about Minghao’s apparent schoolboy crush on you was not the way you wanted to do that. Also, it was just uncool to air out someone’s intimate feelings like that.

Before any of you could intervene and stop Soonyoung’s drunken ramblings, your dear friend keeps talking. “Of course you’re not obligated to return his feelings. If that’s the case, Seungcheol also wants to go out with you. Just let me know."

Chan might not be very observant, but he knows when you’re on the verge of exploding. He definitely does not want to see you on the warpath because it’s possibly one of the scariest experiences he’s ever gone through. So he quickly intervenes before you decided to shove one of the utensils on the table down Soonyoung’s throat.

“You said Jihoon asked you to sing on the new song he’s workin on.” Chan cuts in before Soonyoung can keep talking. “Did you say yes?”

This shift in conversation works out for all of ten minutes before Soonyoung starts up again. However, he’s now changed his target to your English professor.

“Wonwoo.” Soonyoung slurs the name slightly. “Can I ask you something?”

You can see the disaster waiting to happen, and you only hope he doesn’t do anything to perturb your teacher. As you share a look with Chan, you can tell he’s thinking the same thing.

“Since you’re not my teacher anymore, I feel comfortable asking you this.” Before he can say anything, Soonyoung continues. “Are you fucking your TA?”

Everything just goes silent.

Seokmin’s smile drops instantly. All he can do is gawk at Soonyoung. Chan looks at Professor Jeon while hiding his mouth behind his hand, and you just know he has that shit-eating grin on his face. That dumbass finds it funny, but you know that your friend isn’t done with his drunken questioning. Professor Jeon doesn’t seem all that fazed. He only blinks slowly before his eyes fall to you.

You’re not sure what Wonwoo sees when he looks at you, but whatever it is, he doesn’t like it. When he looks back at Soonyoung, there’s a lethal coldness in his eyes that you never in a million years thought you’d see. If looks could kill, your friend would be nothing but dust at this point.

“No, I’m not fucking my TA.” His deep voice comes out in a growl and you almost want to hit yourself for feeling turned just by the sound of it. “Why would you—?”

“You don’t have to lie. You’re amongst friends here.” Soonyoung declares with a laugh.

God, you’ve never wanted to throttle anyone more than you did right at that moment.

“Besides, you were seen having dinner at Michelins.” Soonyoung says before he gestures to himself then to you and Chan. “By us.”

It was official. You were definitely paying for something wicked that you had done in a past life.

Wonwoo’s shocked gaze falls to you, but you and Chan are too busy looking like you were one more word away from strangling Soonyoung to pay him any attention. Ten shades of horror goes through him at that moment because even though there was nothing going on between him and his TA, he didn’t want you to think there was.

“Aha,” Seokmin chuckles nervously. “Soonyoung’s a little drunk, I guess.”

“That’s right.” You say with a disgenuine smile and gritted teeth. “He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”

Luckily, Seokmin is quick to call for the check with the pretext of needing to get up early to go record with Jihoon. You share a look with Chan as you all get up, knowing you were both utterly fucked. Sure, Professor Jeon didn’t seem like the petty type, but Soonyoung had a way of bringing that side out in people.

“Wanna share an Uber?” Chan asks you as he hold on to a wandering Soonyoung.

Again, you ignore your professor’s piercing gaze and shake your head. “Minghao’s gonna take me home.” You say as you gesture behind you to the waiting car.

Wonwoo watches with a clenched jaw as you slip away after only offering him a halfhearted farewell.

Since his plan didn’t work this time, he was going to move to Plan B.

It makes him smirk a bit. Soon enough, you’d be the obedient, earnest student you were before this entire mess started.

If Wonwoo felt hesitant about executing his plan before, he definitely doesn’t after seeing the way your attention is focused on Xu Minghao the entirety of his class. He can barely manage to keep a calm facade as he tells you that he needs you to see him before his office hours are over. Just as he hoped, you come just when there’s about ten minutes left. He knows you do it so you wouldn’t have to spend much time with him.

You try to rush him because you can’t stand him when he has his hair slicked up and no glasses on. And you feel like you’re going crazy because it almost seems like he’s aware of this with the way he’s looking at you.

“I wanted to make sure you don’t feel uncomfortable around me after what happened the other night.”

It’s a shame that you can’t tell him that you don’t want to talk about it, especially with him. Instead of telling him that you just wanted him to get out of your mind and heart, you only offered him an impassive shrug. “I don’t. Is that all?”

“I also hope you know I’m not sleeping with my TA.” Wonwoo says in a slow drawl that makes a familiar heat gather at the pit of your gut.

“Yeah.” You breathe out shakily. “I know you wouldn’t sleep with a student or someone who was your student.”

You feel like a wounded gazelle when Professor Jeon starts to stalk toward you. A quiet squeal leaves your throat when he wraps a strong arm around your waist and pulls you flush against him. “Who says I wouldn’t?” He hums against the shell of your ear. “I’m not fucking my TA because she’s not the one I want.”

A dull thumping sound fills your ears, and it takes you a second to realize that it’s your heart. You swallow thickly and look at Wonwoo with wide eyes when he pulls away from your ear. “I… but this—”

“Don’t look so surprised.” He purrs in that deep voice of his, and you can already feel the wetness start to pool between your legs. “Despite what you all think, I’m a cocky dom.”

It takes you half a second to figure out what he’s implying. Your jaw drops, feeling like you’ve been body snatched and dropped in an alternate universe. “You—! You’re—!”

“Don’t get shy on me now, kitten. That’s not you.”

If he’s cockydom, then he’s been watching you for a long time. Much longer than you’ve been his student. It flatters and mortifies you all at the same time.

“Do you know how hard it was to have you so close without being able to touch you?” Wonwoo groans as he presses closer to you. He smirks when you whimper at the feeling of his hard cock resting against you.

“I couldn’t even look at you without thinking about your pretty little cunt.”

Suddenly, it all makes sense to you. His coldness, his unwillingness to pay you much attention, everything. That’s all you need to realize before you smash your lips on to his.

Wonwoo moans into your mouth, hands sliding down beneath your skirt to dig into your ass. His cock twitches when he feels that you aren’t wearing any underwear. Fuck. He was going to ruin you in every way possible.

You slowly guide him toward his desk without disconnecting from his lips, needing him to fuck you like you’ve dreamed of him doing from the moment you saw him. Just as you’re about to bend over his desk and show him how wet you already are, a knock startles you both.

“Professor? Can I come in?”

You both recognize it as his TA’s voice, and just as Wonwoo is about to tell her to get lost, you put a finger to your lips. He can only watch as you drop to your knees and crawl under his desk before you motion for him to sit down. It’s almost comical how easily he complies with your wishes, just how he always has during the private streams.

You really do have him wrapped around your little finger.

Wonwoo pushes his chair forward a bit, but not too much so he wouldn’t crowd you. He clears his throat before telling his TA she can come in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”

“No.” Wonwoo’s smile is too pretty and too casual for your liking. “Not at all.”

So you do what any other rational person would do.

You start to undo his pants.

Wonwoo is always good at keeping a poker face, but you’ve observed him long enough to know when he’s starting to get flustered. The edges of his mouth tighten and his eyes get this look in them. It makes you lick your lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Somehow, you manage to get his cock out of his pants without making too much noise. You find it kind of cute how Wonwoo is acting like he’s unaffected. However, his hard, twitching cock says otherwise. It’s so big and thick, and looks ten times prettier in person.

You lick your lips before you wrap them around the big mushroom top, gently swirling your tongue around to nurture the head. You’re looking up at him, holding back a smirk. He keeps talking with his TA about lesson plans and other shit you don’t really care about. How can you when you finally have his cock in your hands and mouth like you’ve always wanted?

Wonwoo covers a moan with a cough when you take the rest of him into your mouth. Well as much as you can, anyway. They say the camera adds ten pounds, but it didn’t do his pretty cock any justice. You can barely fit half of him in your mouth.

That doesn’t stop you from sucking his dick like a lollipop. It’s heavy against your tongue, weighing it down with the sweet, opaque drops of precum. Wonwoo is surprisingly good at not making any noise, but you can tell he’s close when he starts to carefully thrust up into your mouth, forcing you to take him a little deeper.

You speed up your movements as much as you can without making any actual noise, hollowing your cheeks as you do.

“Are you okay?” That stupid TA of his asks. “You look a little flushed.”

“Just fine.” He grits out with a tense smile. “We should probably wrap up now.”

You hear the rustling of papers just as Wonwoo starts twitching in your mouth. The soft whine you let out feels like a hot rubber band around his cock.

“Lock the door on your way out.” Now your professor sounds like he’s in pain, and you know you have him right where you want him.

“Okay?” His TA sounds confused. “But are you sure you’re—?”

“Just go.” He growls, and in the next second you hear the door slam shut.

You almost laugh, but when you see Wonwoo’s thighs clenching you prepare yourself to swallow every last fit of cum he has for you. It doesn’t take long for his cock to twitch wildly before ropes of hot, salty cum shoot down your throat. He always comes a lot, but you overestimate your ability to swallow it all. Some of this spills out of the edges of your mouth as Wonwoo lets out a loud moan.

When you pull away, he grips your arm and helps you up so you’re face to face with him. He looks so good, sweaty and flushed from his orgasm. Wonwoo’s thumb wipes the excess cum from your chin before shoving his sticky finger in your mouth. You happily lick his tongue clean, making sure to moan wantonly while you do so.

Wonwoo picks you up easily and settles you on the edge of his desk. His eyes are dark and hungry as he put his hands on either side of your thighs. “Such a fucking tease, kitten. What would you have done if she caught us?”

You boldly smirk at him, feeling your arousal drip out of you and spill on to his desk. “No one would believe her anyway. Everyone knows sweet, respectful Professor Jeon would never fuck a student.”

That’s all it takes for him to grip the front of your flimsy t-shirt and literally rip it off of you. The cold air hits your bare tits, and you can’t stop the surprised gasp that you let out.

“No bra and no panties?” Wonwoo growls, licking his lips at the sight of your hardened nipples. “Were you planning on seeing that boy tonight?”

You bite your lip and smirk. Maybe you would let Soonyoung off the hook sooner than planned. “So what if I was? You have your TA to keep you company after hours, no?”

Wonwoo growls a bit before he lifts your skirt enough to expose your dripping cunt. He licks his lips when he sees that your sweet nectar is staining his desk. He gently moves to rub your folds before delivering a harsh slap to your cunt. You whine loudly, hips thrusting upward. He repeats his actions until you’re literally trembling against him.

“Such a bad girl.” Wonwoo says as he start to rub your cunt to ease the stings of his slaps. “But let me make something clear to you, kitten. I make the rules here.”

Before you can think to protest, Wonwoo shoves his fingers inside you, knuckle deep. You can only moan and grind into his hand as he curls them expertly against your sweet spot. His actions almost have you screaming, cunt clamping down on his relentless digits. He pulls out his fingers from your needy hole with a wet pop just before you can allow yourself to fall into true bliss.

Wonwoo smirks when you let out a bratty whine. He loved every second of it. His bratty princess. “Your pussy is so greedy, baby. Sucking my fingers in and not wanting to let go.”

You might feel embarrassed, but Wonwoo drops to his knees and smashes his face into your hot cunt. He smirks against you when you let out the sexiest moan he’s ever heard. Immediately, he shoves his tongue inside you and swirls it around slowly, licking up every drop of your juices.

Wonwoo can’t help but moan at how good you taste. Fuck. He knew you would taste like heaven, and it feels wrong that he’s deprived himself of you for so long. This all feels like a dream to him.

All you can do is whimper and mewl as you grind your cunt into his face. You let out a broken whimper as you feel your climax approaching. “Professor!”

Wonwoo pulls away from your cunt, smirking when you whine. “Uh, uh, kitten. It’s Wonwoo. Say my name.”

He groans when he sees your fluttering hole clench around nothing, and again he dives in like a madman. This time he shoves his fingers inside of you, needing you to come on his tongue. All it takes is a few licks and pump of his fingers for you to close your legs around his head and orgasm with a shout of his name.

“Wonwoo!”

Fuck. He’ll never get over hearing you moan his name. At this point he doesn’t care if the dean himself hears you. He won’t stop until he stuffs you full of his cum.

You can only watch as he tugs off his clothes, appreciating how good his body looks in person. Wonwoo stalks towards you and rubs your cunt a little, mean smirk on his face. You pout at him with a low whine and wrap your thighs wrapping around his waist. “Don’t be mean like you usually are.”

His other hand moves around your body to roughly knead at the swell of your ass, pushing you against his fingers. You mewl softly, fluttering your eyelashes bat him as you look at him with puppy dog eyes that you know he won’t deny.

“Don’t be a fucking brat.” He growls suddenly shoving his slick coated fingers past your lips to shut you up.

Your tongue feels heavy as you twirl the tip around the pads of his fingers, hands scratching at his chest. A low groan rumbles in his broad chest as he watches you with darkened eyes. “Only good girls get fucked, kitten. Remember that.”

Before you can say something bratty as is your custom, the words on the tip of your tongue when you feel the tip of his cock grinding against your wet entrance. It makes your mind go blank with need.

Wonwoo’s fingers slips out of your mouth and settle on your hips to keep you still. “Your little cunt is so wet, all for this fucking cock, huh?”

You nod fervently, mewling loudly as he pushed in slowly. The stretch burns, but also feels so fucking good. You feel every ridge and vein of his thick cock, but Wonwoo isn’t satisfied with only your mewls and whimpers. Even as he’s fully sheathed inside your hot cunt, he’s thrusting painfully slow, dragging his hard cock along your walls torturously.

“Don’t stay quiet, baby. Tell me how much you want my cock.”

Your whine makes him throb inside you. “I’ve wanted your cock for so long. Just fuck me already.”

“What a whiny little brat.” Wonwoo smirks as his hands move up your body to pinch your nipples. “So fucking cute.” His words are slightly slurred, drunk on the feeling of your pussy struggling to fit his whole length.

“Fuck! Wonwoo!” You moan when he starts to thrust into you.

You can only whimper and gasp as his big cock rams into you at an unrelenting pace. It’s almost too much, but you quickly learn that your nerdy English professor is insatiable. His palms trail down to your thighs until he has your trembling legs pushed up against your chest. This new position makes him fuck you deeper, and by now you’re babbling under him, head thrown back and incomprehensible moans on your lips.

“Fucking love your cock!” You moan as he continues to hit the spongy spot inside you.

Your thighs are quivering from how hard he’s fucking you, but you love it. All you can focus on his how the cook in your stomach is on the verge of snapping.

Wonwoo groans at the feeling of your slick walls clamping down on his cock. He pulls back a bit, watching in awe as the base of his cock gets coated in a thin white ring of cream. A broken moan tears from his throat as his cock starts to twitch and throb inside you. “Gonna come for me, baby?”

All you can do is nod stupidly as he lets out another groan from how tightly your pussy is. “Good girl.”

It only takes one more snap of Wonwoo’s hips for you to come undone and coat his cock with your cream. He moans along with you, hips still thrusting to fuck you through your orgasm.

Your glassy eyes stare up at him in your afterglow and you wonder if it’s the mind numbing orgasm singing through your veins or if Wonwoo has always looked so ethereal. 

“Fuck, kitten. All this for me? How cute.”

You can only whine pathetically when you realize Wonwoo is talking about the wet squelch that’s filling his office when his cock slams in your pussy. A string of broken whimpers tumble past your lips at how he’s pounding into your overstimulated cunt.

“So fucking tight, baby.” He breathes out heavily.

From his sloppy thrusts, you can tell me close. It makes you grin and purposely clench down on him. “Fill me up, professor.”

He thinks you’re kidding until you push away the hands that are still holding on to your legs. You stealthily wrap them around his waist so he won’t pull out. Wonwoo moans, unable to hold back his orgasm. You both moan as he dumps his cum into you, his hot seed filling you to the brim.

He slowly lets you go, and just as you think you’re done. Wonwoo flips you over so you’re on your stomach and bent over his desk. He groans at the sight of his cum leaking out of your cute little pussy.

You lay pliant and silent as Wonwoo folds your skirt up, his big hands kneading the globes of your ass in a gentle circle. Being the inpatient brat that you are, you wiggle your hips back until you bump against his damp cock. Wonwoo lets you rut your ass against his crotch for friction until he stills your hips with a click of his tongue. “So impatient, baby.”

“Only for you, babe.”

Wonwoo groans and spreads one ass cheek to the side and exposing your messy cunt to the air. You’re so pretty and wet for him, hole fluttering and glossy with your mixed release.

“Want me to fill your tight little cunt again?” Wonwoo asks patronizingly as he nudges the head of his cock between your wet folds.

You smirk against the cool wood of his desk. “Don’t act like you’re not dying to.”

Wonwoo can’t be angry when you arch your ass further against him in invitation. Not when he knows your words are true. Also, he finds it increasingly difficult to refuse you. His fingers curl around your waist and your body down his desk until he impales your little pussy on his cock. The stretch is painstakingly slow, forcing you to feel every inch, ridge,and vein dragging along your walls.

“Oh!” You moan wantonly. “Fuck me.”

“Look how well you take me. If only you would’ve kept your attention on me, I would’ve been nicer.”

You can’t tell if he’s mocking you or not, but you don’t fucking care. His big cock feels too good that it’s all you can think about.

Wonwoo groans in approval, watching the way your pussy expands as he draws back. He’s obsessed with the way your cunt sucks him in nice and tight as he plunges back into you. Being the insatiable little brat that you are. You start you bounce yourself back on his cock.

“Kitten.” He says through a strained moan. “What did I tell you—?”

His reprimand is cut off with a sharp grunt, his hips stuttering while you tremble and frantically fuck your cunt on his cock at a quick pace, the pleasure coiling in your lower belly faster than before. He smirks and decides to match your pace until you can’t take it anymore.

“So wet and perfect for me.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as Wonwoo start to slam into your spot at a brutal pace. The loud squelching from your pussy and your moans is all you can hear. It’s almost a miracle that no one has come to his office from all the noise you’re making.

“But I think.” Wonwoo grunts as the tip of his cock ventured deep into your cunt, intoxicating him with your tightness. “My bratty princess still needs to be taught a lesson.”

His deeps voice makes you shudder, and when you sink your nails into the hard woods, you feel large palms cover your smaller hands. Wonwoo links your fingers together before he starts pounding into you once again. He groans at the feeling of your hot cunt clenching down on him. So perfect and tight.

He fucks into you roughly until you’re wrapped around him so tightly that he can barely move. Wonwoo can tell that he’s fucked you stupid because all you can do is whine and moan about how big he is. It’s nonsensical babbling that doesn’t really make sense, but he loves every bit of it. All it takes is for you to cream on his cock for his own orgasm to hit. Your spasming walls make him thrust deeply into you, fucking his cum back into your walls relentlessly.

Once he can’t handle the overstimulation he gently pulls out of your sensitive cunt. You mewl softly, and Wonwoo feels like his heart is on the verge of exploding. He gently rubs his thumbs against the back of your hands before pressing a sweet kiss to the side of your head.

“Come on, baby.” He says gently as pulls you up from his desk. “Let’s get you home.”

You’re not sure when you fall into an almost domestic routine with Wonwoo, but you’re too busy enjoying the bliss of fucking him to care. A giddy feeling blooms in your chest when you’re leaving your part-time job for the night and see your professor's sleek black car waiting for you. No matter how many times he’s waited for you, the warm feeling never dulls.

Within minutes of getting into his car, your back is brushing up against the steering wheel as you sit on Wonwoo’s lap. By now you’ve taken off your jeans and are only wearing an oversized sweatshirt that originally belonged to him. Of course, you’re also wearing the pair of lacy panties that he bought for you a while back.

“Fuck, kitten.” Wonwoo licks his lips as he lifts the material covering your clothed cunt. His cock twitches when he sees that the fabric is wet. “Did you know I was coming?”

The grin you give him makes him want to ruin you. “I was hoping you would.”

You’re so needy, but he loves it. And now he’s going to ruin you all over again.

Wonwoo loves the pretty little sounds you let out as you start to grind into his clothed cock. “You’re acting so needy. Does that mean you’re gonna behave tonight?”

You give him an impish grin and shake your head. It would be a cold day in hell if you were ever to be pliant for him. Wonwoo growls lowly, and before you know it, he’s pulling out his cock and dragging you up and down the length of it. “You feel that? It’s all for you, baby.”

Being the impatient brat that you are, you don’t wait for him to give you permission to sink down on to his cock and start bouncing on it. Your fingers dig into his shoulders, desperately holding on to him as if he could disappear right in front of you. His fat cock is stretching you out so much, and no matter how many times you’ve fucked already, you’re still not used to it.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. So tight.”

You let out a loud whine when Wonwoo starts to thrust up into you. All you can do is moan his name as your pussy spasms and clenched down on him as he grips your ass to help you fuck his cock.

“So fucking good.” You mewl as the tip of his cock hits your g-spot with every thrust.

The sound of skin slapping fills the car and all you can think about is how good you feel. It doesn’t matter that your arousal is leaking down to his balls and staining his pants. Your hot cunt feels too good. Wonwoo moves his hand down to toy with your clit, thumb pressing into it a bit as he starts rhythmically rubbing it with his thrusts.

Wanton moans spill from your mouth as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your fingers claw at his chest as you finally come, feeling the coil in your lower abdomen finally snap. With a few more sloppy thrusts, he goes as deep as he can before finally releasing his load into you.

As usual, Wonwoo keeps fucking into your wet walls, eager to fuck his cum back inside you. Your mixed release seeps down to the driver seat, but that’s the least of Wonwoo’s worries. He pounds into you harder, your cunt practically swollen now by how hard he’s fucking into you.

Finally, he slows his movement before completely stopping. He makes no move to detach from you.

“Will you spend the night with me?”

He asks so shyly and cutely that you can’t deny him. It’s not like you were going to anyway.

“When am I gonna get fucked on cam?” You read the chat with a giggle.

“I don’t know.” You said as you smirk at the man behind the camera. “Whenever my boyfriend stops being so camera shy.”

Wonwoo bites his lip, smirking as you took off your bra. If it’s something you wanted, if course he would do it.

Because you’re his favorite.

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