#compliments a pack of cigarettes he says. he asks me if I've ever had to pay for a pack. i felt genuinely SO UGLY like am i. downgrading u?

[faaun]

said goodbye to him feeling weird!

[runawayonryo]

Please, Sang Woo being a teacher who falls in love with his student 🙏🏻

Wrong or right? <sangwoo x female reader>

Warnings: teacher's pet, slight smut, fluff, daddy kink, oral sex, handjob, public sex, unprotected sex

(I'll make a male version if requested ;))

prof.sangwoo was your biology and chemistry teacher. Great... the two subjects you suck in... in those subjects you have a hot teacher. Perfect. Every day he showed up in a gray suit dress all fancy. Did he seriously expect nobody would find him hot? you couldn't help it.. you could only imagine him kissing you, treating you like a princess. He may seem cold, but he seems like the kind of guy who is extremely sweet to his sweetheart. Maybe even the kind of guy to-

"y/n?! are you listening?" Your eyes sprung open.

"uhh yes prof.sangwoo" "then rehearse what I just said." he stated. You were silent. "my office 5pm" he said whilst letting out a loud sigh.

"Anyway. Can anyone repeat what I said?" he asked the class. Nobody could fulfill his requests. "the damn periodic table! did anyone listen?" he asked. Wait... the periodic table? *you raise your hand* "y/n" he said nearly giving up completely.

"the periodic table in a list of all the elements such as water, gas etc" you said confidently. "yes. godamn it!" he said. "is y/n the only person who knows anything?" he asked.

After handing out sheets to work on, he came up to you. "good job earlier. All these 19 year old are useless... seriously." he said whilst rubbing your shoulder a bit. he was about to leave but "prof.sangwoo?" you asked. He came back towards you. Now he was directly in front of you leaning over the table. "yes y/n?" he asked with a smile. He stared deep into your eyes. "thank you... nobody ever compliments me..." you said in a shy tone.

"fuck why is y/n so damn sweet and... good looking?"

he thought. "you're welcome y/n. I've been seeing you getting distracted a lot lately. As I stated, i'd like to talk to you around 5 pm in my office alright?" you nodded. *bell ring*

"is it already 12.15?" sangwoo looked at his clock. indeed it was already 12.15. "well then.. see you tomorrow" he said. They still had three hours of school left. Two of them being math and one PE.

Sangwoo walked over to the chalkboard and started to clean it before turning around slightly and seeing y/n leave.

"fuck.. i love y/n.. why is she so sweet... i can't no... no. forget it"

he whispered to himself. Before taking off his glasses and aqusting his black hair.

On your way to his office

Walking through the long halls of your school alone was quite intimidating. When you looked out one of the large windows. There he was.... prof.sangwoo smoking a cigarette.

"damn he looks so" your thoughts were cut short before he saw you. He stared at you for a seconds before gesturing you to come outside. shit. You walking down the hall a little more until you arrived at the door and pushed it open. "come here y/n" he shouted. You walked towards him. he turned to look at you. Now you were directly next to him. "i..is anything wrong sir?" you asked. "no. maybe it's nicer talking outside." he said. He looked over at you for a brief second. He took a deep breath acting annoyed even if he isn't. "take one" he said whilst holding up his pack of cigarettes. "how do you kn-" "I saw you smoke multiple times. Just didn't say anything about it" he said with an ironic smirk. You slowly raised your hand to take a cigarette from your teacher. He looked down at you grabbing it. "smooth hands..." he thought to himself. He held over his lighter and lit your cigarette. "so.. I've been watching you for awhile. something is going on. you're so... distracted all the damn time." he said whilst taking a draw from his cigarette. "well... yes. but today I said something" you said in a shy tone. "and I appreciate that. But something has to be wrong. tell me"

He said. "I...-" you paused. He looked over at you and stared you up and down. "what are you doing?" you asked with a slight smirk.

he wrapped his arm around your back and pulled you close directly next to him. "tell me what's going on" you blushed and he saw that. "you answer me" you replied. He just looked back at you with a shocked expression. "excuse me?" he said. "yeah. please answer." you said while resting your hand on his thigh. He fake coughed as if nothing was going on. He threw his cigarette on the ground and extinguished it with his foot. He then proceeded to lay his hand on yours. his other hand still on your shoulder. "come with me" he said before removing his hands from you. However, you didn't walk towards the school. No. But towards the parking lot until you arrived at his car. It was a black hyundai. He opened the back door for you. you got in and scooted over. He got in at front and buckled up. "where do you live?" he asked. "what?" "I'm taking you home. I won't let you walk home in these freezing temperatures." he said. "i'd much rather stay in here for a minute." you replied. he turned around and looked at you.

Then smiled. "fine" he said before turning back away from you. You sighed. "should i be honest?" you asked him. You heard him chuckle a bit. "no need anymore. i know whats going on." You were confused.

"what do you mean sir?" you asked.

"don't play dumb. i hate that. i know you like me" he said with a mirk you could see in the review mirror. "uh.. what?" you asked. He was right but you were still confused.

"i just wanted to see if you'd admit it. I knew this for a while. you keep staring at me, act extremely shy around me but are full of personality towards anyone else. And your action earlier...-" "i...I'm sorry sir" you interrupted. "first off, don'T interrupt me" he said with another smirk.

You nodded.

"second off, don't apologize." He said before crawling over to you in the back. Now he sat there directly next to you. He put his hand on your shoulder then leaned in and whispered into your ear: "I'm not mad. why would i be? i appreciate it lovely" he said brushing some hair out of your face. You couldn't take it anymore. You just turned towards him and pulled him in for a kiss. He didn't fend it off. The two of you shared a heartwarming kiss. He slowly put his hands on your chest unbuttoning your shirt. "tell me to stop if you like" he whispered into your mouth. "no" you replied. He continued before he slowly took your shirt off. You did the same slowly taking off his jacket and then unbuttoning his shirt. "I'll keep you my dirty little secret" he whispered.

(lol if you had an emo phase you know what song I'm hinting at)

You nodded slightly before he continued to move down your neck scattering kisses across it. You moaned quietly. He liked that. you could tell. after a few seconds you were both topless facing each other. He moved back a little helping you lie down in front of him. You were only wearing shorts and underwear now. He was still wearing his jeans but you could see his raging boner. This turned you on like crazy. He moved his hands across your chest before moving down to unbutton your shorts, then pulling them down with your underwear.

Now you were completely nude in front of him. He smirked at the sight. He moved his hand towards your thighs and slowly opened them. He slowly leaned in and scattered kisses across your thighs before moving up towards your pussy. He paused to look up at you smiling wide. he responded with a grin before sinking his tongue into your core. You instinctively moved your hips up and gripped his hair while moaning his name. You them became silent. Embarrassed of you actions. "don't feel embarrassed. I want to hear your pretty moans" he said against your thigh before diving back in. Your grip on his scalp and hair became stronger and you moaned again.

"fuck... come here" you whined. You wanted him now.

"damn she's a real freak... iv'e been waiting years for this" he thought. He slowly crawled on top of you and kissed your lips. You moved your hand across his bare chest, then towards his hard dick. It was clearly visible through his jeans. you started to rub it and your action were rewarded with a deep groan from him. "fuck... y/n" he moaned into your ear. "please prof.sangwoo, fuck me" you whispered. He groaned at the request. He removed your hand from his dick so he could take his pants and boxers off. He unbuckled his belt and kicked his jeans off. Now his large erection was visible to you. "fuck...." you whispered. He chuckled. He leaned directly over you and lined himself up with your entrance. "ready?" he asked in a wicked tone. His eyes full of sin and lust. You nodded. "please" you whined. He obliged and slowly entered you. You wrapped your arms around his back and moaned loudly. So did he "fuck... y/n your so tight.." he moaned. He kept a steady and slow pace in the beginning. "p..please harder" you whined. he didn't speed up but trusted harder just as requested. "fuck" you moaned into his shoulder. You looked at his face. He had a droopy smile and lustful eyes staring into your soul whilst fucking you. "fuck..." he whined quietly. he moved one of his hands towards your clit and started massaging it. Sending you into a spiral of pleasure. He knew you won't last long anymore. And he was damn right. After about a minute you whined: "i..i'm coming"

He smiled at that as he continued to fuck you. A few seconds later, and his thrust getting sloppier, you felt yourself reaching your orgasm. You cried out and moaned his name out loud. He groaned at this. He fucked you through your orgasm before pulling out. You looked confused but as he sat down next to you, he gestured you to come over. You sat up and laid down on your stomach facing his dick.

You looked up before taking in the tip. His head fell back and he let out a groan. His hand moved up your back and then laid on your head before gripping your hair and forcing you down. You nearly choked but managed not to. He moved your head up and down his cock slowly. You could feel his dick twitch a little. after only a minute or two he removed his hand from your scalp and let you take control. And you did. In a slow pace you moved up and down his cock. Shortly after his instincts kick in and he involuntarily starts thrusting.

"fuck..i'm-" he can't finish his words before he takes a deep breath and becomes a groaning and moaning mess and he lets out his warm load in your mouth. after his orgasm, you remove yourself from him and he lifts up your chin. You swallow. He smirks. "good girl" he says before putting his clothes back on and handing you your clothes. "now seriously. where do you live? time for you to go home"

He says giving you a slight kiss on the cheek.

[jsvvu]

Sweet Lies

“I’m not doing this to hurt you, it's for your own good you know that right '' he says, reaching his hand out to wipe your tears. Everytime this happens I sit back and take it, begging for forgiveness even. Maybe it’s a sad way to live loving someone even after you know what they do to you. “Yeah because telling me I'm an emotional obsessive bitch is doing something for me” I scoff a bit looking away from him, “god y/n you know how selfish you sound I mean c'mon you're just an insecure bitch” he uttered throwing my hand away from his.

I stayed quiet the rest of the ride home, maybe thinking twice on what he said, maybe wondering if he was right. Maybe along the ride even beating myself up about it a few times. We finally got home.

“Look i’m not gonna listen to you because i’m not interested, so get over it or leave” he propped a cigarette between his lips to light. I looked up at him with contemplation crossing my face, I never could bring myself to leave him and not think about him ever again.

He wasn’t always like this. He was nice to me, he would compliment me and affectionately tell me wonderful things about how much he wanted to live life with me. Maybe after a while of me saying the things that I said and doing the things that I did made him become so cruel, maybe I did this to him.

I walked past him and into the house saying nothing. I laid my stuff on the counter putting my face in my hands hiding the fact I was still so upset. He came in and leaned against the wall on his phone… again. I've caught him a couple times texting the same girl, it’s always others but never me. I couldn’t tell you that I've never not pretended to not notice these things and brush them off.

“You think I don’t know the type of fucking man you are?” I insist “God what type y/n?” he rubs his face in despair. “the type of guy who lies, who comes late to a date, YOU MADE, where were you?” i sigh “y/n do you know how crazy you sound I don’t know what you think you will resolve here because i did nothing” he says “YOU MET UP WITH HER, YOU LIED TO ME” I feel the tears come I asked him several times about this and he always refused me.

"I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to fucking hear? Honestly you can't blame me, your paranoia has been getting the best of you" he said annoyed

“Why do you do this? What did I do? Do you get a kick out of it, I would never treat you the way you do to me. Do you know how embarrassing it is trying to convince people you’re good for me and that you do treat me good by having to lie because I don't want people to see you badly” I say exhaustingly, letting out a sigh of relief and multiple tears.

“Oh? yeah and I assume that’s my fault of course it’s always about you y/n play the victim all you want but you can fucking leave nobodys forcing you, you do this to yourself” he raised his voice narrowing his eyes at me. There was a deafening silence between us, something I only seemed to care about something he didn't care about.

I took multiple breaths to come up with a response but nothing came up. I think we both knew that I lacked the ability to fend for myself, to have the courage and walk away.

“Do you want me to leave?” You say minutes later, he wouldn’t answer. I knew he wouldn't. He never does. He has a tendency to avoid things like this, it always irritates me.

“answer the question,” I said, my tears drying up. “y/n do you ever just listen to yourself just shut up” he mumbled “look if your gonna blame this shit on me just pack your fucking stuff and leave because you’re exhausting to listen too”.

I could come up with nothing, I was done. I finally had nothing left in me to argue or say, my throat was dried up from the constant back and forth. I let the tears build up in my eyes as I stared at the boy I once thought would never leave my side. Would never lie or hurt me intentionally.

You stand there observing his demeanor, it being clear he didn’t care, he didn’t love you no matter what you do. Despite everything you feel for him, maybe this was it, maybe I was done taking everything for him. I was done pretending to not notice everything I clearly did. All the deep flaws that were in our relationship, that was ruining our lives, our once loving relationship.

“I cannot believe I stayed this long for a piece of shit relationship” I let out with a humorless laugh. He swallows, observing what you might do “look y/n let’s just sleep it off ok?”

“You made me look at everything differently, made me think I was crazy because you weren’t being consistent.” I shake my head taking a step back from him. “You know I've done a lot of things wrong in life and having you be one of the biggest, changing everything for you. making you love me”

fearing what you might do, he breaths and says “y/n you don't make me do anything , I know i’ve been wrong but I do love you on my own”

“how can you say that when you do everything you do?” I explain. “I know, i know” he rubs his face not denying or avoiding the question. I scoff and walk across the hallway to where our shared bedroom is and pull out a bag and throw everything that is mine.

“how can you say that you’re the one that puts in everything when you’re giving up? So that's it? y/n stop and just listen” he scoffs watching you zip up your bag, never really processing the moment. He walks over to lean on the edge of the couch and puts his face in his hands. Everything we had ever gone through was done, I had every reason to leave but I let him bring me back everytime to a fantasy, to sweet lies and nothingness. I never once turned to look at him, I could feel his presence still there watching me as I packed everything from the bathroom into another bag, he said nothing once you passed by him to get to the bathroom. I could assume what his face looked like right about now. And it made me dread the moment I had to walk out the doors and not say anything. That’s what he deserved, sweet nothings.

He stayed silent processing everything, I want to leave him wondering what he did wrong like he did me all those times. I want to look at him and see nothing, not look for the truth in him, not anymore. All those times I spent memorizing his favorite things, his songs, the small things he would do and say, tried so hard to be everything he would like, for him to think I was enough. But I could never leave him wondering because he knows I was fed up for the same reasons he would always deny, he knew no matter what things he said or did right now it wouldn’t matter. In that moment his regret starts filling up letting him sink, realizing that someone who loved him too much doesn’t deserve the lies. Knowing next time he sees you, I'll be genuinely happy, maybe even get everything he never did, and they’ll think everything I say is exciting. He'll know that I'll never look at him for more than just a lesson, a bad experience, or a bad lie.

I know he is most ashamed of himself at this moment, he’s always been one to be perfect, to be able to control everything, to fix everything, he always pressured himself into everything.You could say that was one of his main flaws. He even is probably beating himself up for the fact that he couldn’t tell you why or for what reason he did this to you, and treated you this way. Knowing you would never talk as bad about him as he did you. Or make him sad on purpose like he did you always, maybe he’d even say that he never once showed you the real love you deserved or even showed out when you wanted him too. He knew he loved you, he just didn’t know why he did the things he did, maybe even convinced himself a few times that the things he did weren’t bad, he was just misunderstood. He’d probably simply call it selfish and that he took everything for granted that’s what he’d always call it. He’s probably even guessing every bad thing he’s ever done to you, feeling like he ruined everything good, how he made all your feelings and moments his own.

in the midst of you gathering everything, you could hear a sniffle come from him. something that made you halt your movements, something that maybe once or twice you’d dream he’d do. I think it took everything in you to not drop everything and tell him it was gonna be okay and that everything would work out and that you still loved him no matter what he did. You glanced for a moment to take in the sight that shocked you so much, he was hunched over at the edge of the couch looking down, his face still in his hands. It was agonizing seeing him like this. this is what you were waiting for a sign that he still cared that he still loved you or even just felt a little of sympathy. Down the line of the past year he got lost somewhere and got distant and maybe even once or twice lashed out badly at me.

Another sniffle came from him stopping you in your thoughts, this time you looked over to see his shoulders shake from the muffled sobs coming from him racking his whole body.

You kept a bad line from him in your head before tightening your grip on your suitcase and walking past him with your head down.

You feel a warm hand come out to grab you causing you to stop everything you were thinking about before. “Baby, please don’t leave me”.

He finally looked up at you with red eyes and tears down his face and neck, this was it you thought maybe everything would change from here.

you felt nauseous at the fact maybe he was bringing you back maybe he was sincere.

you chanted in your head for him to let you go so you could leave so you could not destroy everything for him again. you could feel everything you built yourself into everything you told yourself about deteriorating the second you thought about how much this might change everything. Everything was replaced with compassion and sensitivity, this made me feel that maybe I shouldn't give up on something I've put so much time into. He's helped you, you’ve helped him, this was for you guys. Everything you’ve ever done was for him; he loved you at one point more than he’d ever care to admit and he could always do it again.

you closed your eyes tightly hoping it would make you leave faster, hes tugging at you make your other hand fall loose from the handle and muffled sobs come from as he maneuvers your body closer to him, you let him do this because maybe a part of your still had hope maybe apart of him too. you had your body in between his legs, his head dug deep into your chest, his hand wrapping around you. “don’t leave me like this, I'm sorry I don't know what’s wrong” he begged again, holding a tighter grip on you like a kid to his mom.

After that I let out a tear fall down my cheek and as that one slipped many others followed not being able to hold back anymore. I let myself fall onto his lap wrapping my hand tightly around his neck and his around my waist. sobbing into each other. you didn’t say a single word letting his hand rub down your back comforting you.

you couldn’t find anything to say you just knew you fell back into his trap of sweet lies and nothingness. maybe things would change but you still pray for that day that you’d give your heart a break from this and maybe even have the courage to end it with him.

But for now despite your best interests, you let him pull you back in. How did we get here?

“I'm so sorry, i’m sorry” he mumbled into the crook on your neck. “Please stay with me, I don't want you to leave”

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hi, so I got this idea from someone else I don’t remember who just know this isn’t my original Idea. I know I don’t use a specific name for the guy just take it as whoever you want to imagine it as.

[inglourious-imagines]

The Meaning Of Vat '69 (Lewis Nixon)

Summary: Lewis Nixon gets really angry when he finds out someone drank his favourite whiskey. It turns out it was you and that changes the whole situation.

Author's Note: I had this written for some time already so I thought I'll share it with you guys 'cause I've been busy and don't have much time to write requests (they are on the way don't worry and you still can send me your ideas). Hope you enjoy!

Taglist: @alienoresimagines

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"Holy mother, fuck!" she cursed under her breath probably for the millionth time. "What is it now?" Richard Winters laughed as he absently stared out of the window. 

"The paper work is really getting on my nerves, Dick. I just wanna go and have fun with the boys. I promised Babe that we're gonna have some kind of a darts competition." she confessed and sighed while running her hands in her hair. A pack of cigarettes landed on her desk and her eyes met with Dick's grin, "You need them more than me." She thankfully placed one between her lips and hid the box in her right pocket. Lighter. First drag. First delightful moan escaped her lips as she blew out the cigarette smoke.

"I can make you moan better than that." Lieutenant Lewis Nixon's voice could be heard from the door. She turned her head to him and rolled her eyes in annoyance, "Go fuck yourself, Nix." 

It wasn't like Y/N disliked him, definitely not. She found him rather good-looking and very fun to be around, damn he was attractive as hell and she knew it very well. That was probably what made her sound so upset. She hated the fact she didn't hate him. 

Lewis on the other hand wasn't sure about his feelings towards her. He always flirted with her no matter what, he sometimes complimented her but it was more of a distraction to him than a serious thing. But the more he did it, the more Nixon realized that it's actually true.

"You might wanna help me with that?" Lewis just couldn't help it and then burst into a heartful laughter. It was probably the most beautiful thing she'd heard today.

Or in a week, who knows.

"Will you ever shut up?" she laughed but managed to roll her eyes as usual.

Lewis placed a bottle of his favourite whiskey on her desk and ignored her question, "The nature's calling. Don't miss me too much."

As soon as he left the room, Y/N reached for the bottle. "What are you doing?" Dick asked with a small grin on his face. "Let's just say I'm settling accounts. And besides, I need a goddamn drink." With that, Y/N drank what was left in the bottle.

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Y/N was looking outside of the window when she heard a pretty angry voice, "Who the fuck drank all of my fucking whiskey?!" 

"I don't know. Maybe Dick?" she tried to play innocent. Richard wasn't even in the room anymore as he needed to take care of some matter. The tension rised up.

"So you're saying that the responsible nondrinker Winters drank the rest of my goddamn alcohol?" he looked at her with narrowed eyes. He slowly began to walk towards the girl.

"You're so smart, Lieutenant. It's almost hard to believe it." Y/N teased him once again and her Y/E/C met his deep brown. 

Lewis was now standing what seemed like centimetres away from her. She felt his breath on her face. 

"Let me drink what's left of the magical liquor." he almost pleaded and took one last step closer to her. His eyes landed on her still wet lips for a few seconds.

"You should finally give up this bad habit of yours."

Lew sighed and stepped back. He was tired of trying.

"But I won't tell anyone if you sin one more time." Y/N almost whispered.

And there she was - kissing the hell out of Lewis Nixon when just one week ago she'd only kiss the hell out of his Vat '69. 

[rogerstoast]

Garage Band//Roger Taylor x Fem Reader

warnings: fluff ig, really simple and cute

AN: I wrote this a long ass time ago and never revised it so apologies in advance for errors.

You were in your second year at Imperial College, and struggling to get through your second set of finals this year. Only three more exams to get through and you could finally say hello to summer.

The fact that you have been sitting at your desk studying for the last six hours, didn't help with stress either. No matter how much you studied, you just couldn't seem to grasp any bit of information from the papers in front of you.

Figuring it was going on six, and you have been sitting in an old wooden chair since noon, a well deserved break was needed. Capping your pen, you got up, stretched, grabbed your jacket and headed out of your dorm for a walk.

As you were walking down the streets of London, subtle music began to play in the distance. It wasn't half bad either. Quite decent actually. The music grew louder and you noticed a few, small groups of people, mostly girls, were gathered on the driveway of the house.

You looked both ways before crossing the street to see what was going on. Once you reached the house, it was hard to get about considering so many students were crowding the lot. Squeezing through and shoving past all the bodies was a struggle, but you managed to get to the front and into the garage.

Just as expected, it was a band. Now that you're here, you remembered your friend telling you about them a few days ago. But you weren't expecting them to be this good. The group was made up of three uni students. A tall one with wavy dark hair playing the guitar, and another dark haired guy, a little shorter, playing the bass. They both were singing. Along with the fella who caught your eye instantly. He had blond, wavy hair and played the drums wonderfully. Never missing a beat, and harmonized with the group beautifully.

About two songs in, you felt a tap on your shoulder.

"(Y/n)! What are you doing here?" It was your friend Lorali, the one who told you about  the band.

"Needed to get some fresh air after sitting at that desk for so long. Thought I'd see what was so special about this band you were telling me about" I told her.

"Well I'm glad you came! Wanna go get a drink with me? Bars inside."

Accepting the fact that it was a Friday night and you studied enough for the day, you gave into her offer.

"Sure thing!" Following Lorali to the door located behind the band, you figured you would steal another glance at the drummer, as you were about to past him. However, he seemed to have caught your glance just as they were finishing their song. You immediately looked away, and followed your friend through the door, as you felt a slight blush rise to your cheeks.

"What are you blushing about," she asked you, noticing your obvious flushed complexion.

"Wh-what? Nothing. Just need a drink that's all."

"Oh please (y/n), what kinda twat do you think I am. Do you really think I didn't see you making heart eyes at the drummer a second ago?"

Damn it Lorali.

She could always see right through you.

"Oh shut up! Doesn't matter, it's obvious he's the womanizer of the group, what should it matter to me?" But before she could deny anything, I poured myself a shot of whisky and downed it as fast as I could. Feeling a wave of relief already, I gave her a look as if to say alright, go on.

"The night is still young, (y/n). Let's go back out there, they're almost done!

Following her back out to the garage, you noticed it had got darker outside, and string lights lit up the garage as students gathered around a fire pit on the driveway, smoking and dancing along to the music.

Lorali led you to the couch up front, and you took a seat right next to her, each with a beer in hand. Facing the band, they sang and rocked their hearts out to their closing song. You happened to really like it. Wether it was the subtle head bops, or the perfect rhythm he managed to keep, you couldn't keep your eyes off of the drummer. He played perfectly. The song then came to a faster, more rock n roll bit and the guitarist played a rif while blondie hit the drums harder and faster than before.

This time when he caught you staring at him, you didn't look away immediately right after. Same goes for him, giving you a wink and a cheeky smile. Doubting the possibility he could be looking at you, you turned your head around to see if the group of girls from earlier was behind you or something. Only to find them outside, and groups of guys behind you instead. When you turned around, he seemed to notice your disbelief, and subtly laughed to himself. You blushed and looked down, feeling slightly embarrassed that you thought he wasn't gesturing towards you.

Drinking from your cup, they finished the song and ended it with harmonizing their voices and it sounded like the most spectacular thing you have ever heard before.

doooiinnn allllllrrrrrriiiggghhhhhtttt

The guitarist then spoke into the mic, "Thanks for coming out everybody, we really appreciate it!"

You sighed to yourself, that the live music was over for the night. But just as a record started playing from the corner of the room, you stood up for your spot on the couch, next to your friend. In need for a quick smoke, you informed her you were going to stand outside for a bit and warm up by the fire.

Noticing people have either left or gone to get their second round of drinks, you stood next to the fire pit, struggling to warm up. Pulling a pack and a lighter from your coat pocket, you were slightly disappointed to see that you were all out.

"Having a bit of trouble over there?" You heard a deep voice ask you from behind, causing you to turn around.

Crap. It's him. "Oh I uh, I uh, I'm all out, that's all," you awkwardly chuckle and look down.

"No worries," the drummer then pulls out a pack and offers you a cigarette.

You take it as your fingers lightly brush over his. "Thanks," you say, with a small smile.

You both light your cigarettes and you allow yourself to really let it sink in before taking a long breath out.

"I'm a, I'm Roger by the way," the drummer offered is hand out for you to shake

"(Y/n)," you reply, shaking his hand in return. 

"Wow, that's a nice name. How come I've never seen you around here before?" he asked.

You blush a little and turn to meet his eyes. Wow, you thought. It was the first time you saw his big blue eyes. Just as you were about to get lost in them, you remembered he asked you a question.

"Oh, I uh, I came with my friend. You guys were amazing by the way, should've come around sooner."

He chuckled and took a small step closer to me, "Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I feel like I've seen you around." his mention came off more as a question.

"Yeah, im a uni student. Second year actually, majoring in fashion design. What about you?" I asked him, bringing my cigarette back up to my lips.

"Dental student. Doesn't seem to be working out well. Hoping this band thing works out," he said, looking back at me.

"Ah I wouldn't worry about it, you guys were amazing," I reassured him with a smile, hoping I wasn't coming off too obsessive with all the compliments I was giving him.

But Roger loved how you would blush and gawk over the band. Although you never noticed him until this night, he has noticed you since the beginning of his second year at uni. He sat at the very back in a class you two shared with each other, but you never seemed to noticed he existed until today. Roger on the other hand, was the total opposite. He noticed you the first day, and couldn't get over how beautiful you were. The way you concentrated so hard in class to make sure you took all the right notes, and the way your tongue would poke out of your mouth when you were focused. Roger admired all of it. Everything about you. But, he never had the courage to talk to until tonight. It was almost as if he had been intimidated by your perfection, and it made him nervous, which is not in his nature. Being known as the womanizer and all. 

"If I don't know any better, I'd say you have a little crush on the band," he brought up, trying to mess with you.

"Oh shut up!" you joked back, nudging his shoulder with yours, both of you lightly chuckling. It was only then when you realized how close you too actually were. Standing there, shoulder to shoulder.

You then realized your beer was empty when you went for another sip. Figuring you walked here, maybe it would be best to start heading back

"Well, i uh, I should get going I guess."

"Wait"

But just as you were about to walk away, Roger grabbed your hand to turn you around. Very quickly actually, resulting in your noses almost bumping each other as your faces grew closer all of a sudden. Neither of you said anything for a second, but just looked at each other. Both sets of eyes quickly looking down at each other's lips, then back at each other's eyes. Yet the awkward tension took over, making the moment suddenly uncomfortable.

"Let me get you another drink at least?" He offered.

You easily obliged with a simple, "okay," and a small smile.

He took your hand and led you through the garage past the bunch of people who were still there, and into the house to the kitchen.

While Roger went to the fridge to grab two beers, you hopped up and sat on the corner.

"So Rog, is this your house?" You asked curiously. 

He walked over to stand in front you, and handed you the can.

"Yeah, I've been rooming with Brian for a couple of months now."

You don't know why, but you felt so at ease around him. A sudden wave of confidence washed over you, causing the next question to come out of your mouth without a care in the world.

"I assume that means you have your own room then?"

Roger knew what you were intending with that question. He raised an eyebrow with a smirk on his face as he walked closer to you, standing in between your legs.

"I suppose it does," he replied, your faces merely a few inches away from each other.

Roger placed a hand on your thigh, taking you  a bit by surprise. But you allowed it, and you couldn't help but feel more at ease because of it. The moment, it felt so right. But why? You barely knew him. You feel like you did, but you didn't.

"Hey (y/n)" Roger whispered, as our faces grew closer

"Yeah"

"I know you barely know me, but I need to be honest. Ever since I saw you the first day of uni, I thought you were absolutely stunning. I always sit at the back of class, and I can help but admire your perfection. It kills me, everyday when I see you."

This took you by surprise even more. That's why Roger looked familiar to you. But what he just confessed to you made your heart skip a beat, and cause butterflies to literally explode in your stomach. You were blushing uncontrollably and had a huge smile plastered on your face. Why? You didn't know. Even though you barely knew each other, everything felt as if it was meant to be happening.

"Roger, I-"

But before you could say anything, he leaned in and crashed his lips into yours. It was fast, but sweet and loving at first. You flung your arms around his neck, running your hand through his hair. He brought his other hand up to your cheek as the kiss became more heated. Both of you craved each other, need each other. Roger has been the missing thing in your life all along.

Roger then took his hands, slid them under your thighs, signaling for you to jump on him. Which you did, wrapping your legs around his torso as his hands made their way under your ass to hold you up. He then started kissing you down your neck, leaving love bites all over. The feeling completely melting your insides, you grabbed his face with both hands and connected your lips together yet again.

Before you knew it, Roger had already carried you upstairs. Your lips not letting go for even a single breath of air, the two of you pushed the door open, only for him to slam it shut with his foot, ready for night of his life.

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[runawayonryo]

Can you make a male version of the teacher sang-woo x student? :)

Alright! it's same up until the point of him seeing you through the window and asking you to come outside. Then i change it to be more male appropiate. (btw if my english sucks, sorry i'm german so... XD))

Warnings: teacher's pet, slight smut, fluff, blowjob, handjob,

since a few people requested a male version, here it is!

wrong or right? <sangwoo x male reader>

prof.sangwoo was your biology and chemistry teacher. Great... the two subjects you suck in... in those subjects you have a hot teacher. Perfect. Every day he showed up in a gray suit dress all fancy. Did he seriously expect nobody would find him hot? you couldn't help it.. you could only imagine him kissing you, treating you like a princess. He may seem cold, but he seems like the kind of guy who is extremely sweet to his sweetheart. Maybe even the kind of guy to-

"y/n?! are you listening?" Your eyes sprung open.

"uhh yes prof.sangwoo" "then rehearse what I just said." he stated. You were silent. "my office 5pm" he said whilst letting out a loud sigh.

"Anyway. Can anyone repeat what I said?" he asked the class. Nobody could fulfill his requests. "the damn periodic table! did anyone listen?" he asked. Wait... the periodic table? *you raise your hand* "y/n" he said nearly giving up completely.

"the periodic table in a list of all the elements such as water, gas etc" you said confidently. "yes. godamn it!" he said. "is y/n the only person who knows anything?" he asked.

After handing out sheets to work on, he came up to you. "good job earlier. All these 19 year old are useless... seriously." he said whilst rubbing your shoulder a bit. he was about to leave but "prof.sangwoo?" you asked. He came back towards you. Now he was directly in front of you leaning over the table. "yes y/n?" he asked with a smile. He stared deep into your eyes. "thank you... nobody ever compliments me..." you said in a shy tone.

"fuck why is y/n so damn sweet and... good looking?"

he thought. "you're welcome y/n. I've been seeing you getting distracted a lot lately. As I stated, i'd like to talk to you around 5 pm in my office alright?" you nodded. *bell ring*

"is it already 12.15?" sangwoo looked at his clock. indeed it was already 12.15. "well then.. see you tomorrow" he said. They still had three hours of school left. Two of them being math and one PE.

Sangwoo walked over to the chalkboard and started to clean it before turning around slightly and seeing y/n leave.

"fuck.. i love y/n.. why is he so sweet... i can't no... no. forget it"

he whispered to himself. Before taking off his glasses and aqusting his black hair.

On your way to his officer

Walking through the long halls of your school alone was quite intimidating. When you looked out one of the large windows. There he was.... prof.sangwoo smoking a cigarette.

You tried to ignore him, but he already saw you and gestured you to come over. You obliged and walked down the hall a little until you found the door outside. As you walked towards him, he looked over at you. "good evening y/n" he said.

"good evening sir..." you said. You were relatively shy around him. Even if you liked to act like an alpha male... around prof.sangwoo you couldn't. Sangwoo glanced at you. he realized you were shy. But he ignored at first. He held up his pack of cigarettes. "take one" he said. "what sir?" you asked. "I know you smoke. take one bud" he said. You reached out and took a cigarette than gave him the pack. He held his over his lighter and lit your cigarette.

"so. care to tell me what's been going on?" He asked whilst taking a draw from his cigarette. You didn't say a word. He looked over at you again. This time, staring you up and down. "sir, may I ask what all this is about?" you asked. Sangwoo put his hand on your back. "you're a man right? act like one. Tell me what's going on please. I'd appreciate it" he said with a smirk.

Instead of answering you simply put your hand on his back and asked: "tell me what all this is about then?" sangwoo chuckled. "there we go" he said with a smirk before tossing his cigarette on the ground. He removed his hand from your back and placed it on your thigh. "am I making you nervous?" he asked with a wicked grin. "wha-" you couldn't finish your words before he moved his hand towards your crotch. "don't tell me what to do alright? follow me" he said before removing his hand from you.

You followed him inside into his office. He locked the doors behind the two of you. Then he sat down on his chair and spread his legs. Damn he was hot...

"y/n.... listen. I know you've had a crush on me for awhile. I just wanted you to admit it. You've constantly been staring at me, mention me every time you can, act shy around me when you're quite a personality normally, and you followed me alone in here" he said whilst smirking. "y...yes I'm sorry sir"

"come on dude. Don't apologize and most important... don't call me sir. alright?" You nodded. "come here" sangwoo said calmly.

You did. Now you stood a foot away from him. He got up slowly, now he was only a few inches away from you. He walked behind you, and just stood there. "don't turn around. alright big boy?" he said laughing a bit. You nodded again. When suddenly, you felt his hands on your thighs. One hand sitting on your thigh, the other making it's way towards your dick. "don't speak unless I ask" he said. you nodded. Then he started rubbing your clothed boner. you whimpered a bit and sangwoo chuckled. "feels so good doesn't it?" he asked. "y..yes" you whined.

"well I have bad news for you" he said before removing his hand from your erection. You looked around confused. Sangwoo walked back towards his chair and sat down. "please me, and I'll please you" he said with a wicked grin. You walked up to him and got on your knees a few inches away from him. You slowly started to unbuckle his belt then pulled down his jeans and boxers to his knees. His erection sprung forward. "fuck..." you whispered to yourself. He chuckled a bit. You cut his laugh short after taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. He let out a loud groan. With one of his hands he gripped you hair and forced you down on his dick. You didn't mind this however. You continued to please him with your tongue and mouth. after only minutes he moaned out: "fuck.. I'm co-" his words were interrupted when he reached his high and he released his warm seed in your mouth. Then he let go of your hair. You removed yourself from him and swallowed. "haha naughty boy" he said winking. you smiled. He pulled his pants and boxers back up, but you stopped him. "please..." you paused.

"you want me to fuck you?" he said laughing a bit. Before you could answer he pressed you against the desk and pinned you down. "be my guest" he whispered into your ear.

Slowly he took off your shorts and boxers whilst kicking off his own. Then he lined you with your entrance. Before he did anything, he reached into his drawer and got out the lube. "ready?" he asked. You nodded. Then he slowly entered you. "fuck..." you whined. To drive you even more crazy, he moved his hand and started jerking you off whilst he fucked you. "how does that feel" he said chuckling a bit. "so...fu..king good" you moaned.

"then be a good boy and cum for me" you didn't need anything else. You came right then and there. You were whining and moaning mess underneath him. "god! you came hard dude" he said smirking before leaving you and turning you around. "well... i was a virgin.." Sangwoo's expression was priceless. "what? and you didn't tell me? then I would've made this a little better..." he said before pausing. You just smiled.

"no it's alright. i should thank you" you said winking an him.