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finelinefae · 10 months ago

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tongue-tied

synopsis: y/n has a stutter and harry likes to hear her talk

word count: 3.1k

contains: fluff, highschool romance, harry's a football player, popular boy x shy girl, brief mentions of bullying

a/n: happy soft girl Sunday !! I wasn’t planning on posting just because I posted the second part of the aviator a little later than I was meant to but I could resist putting this one out <3

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“E-excuse me!” Y/N weaved her way through the mass exodus of students heading in the opposite direction to the lunch hall. She had tried to leave class a few minutes before the lunch bell to avoid the large groups of people but she had been so invested in writing her essay, she’d lost complete track of time.

She was running as fast as she possibly could to get to the library, knowing the person waiting for her wouldn’t get too impatient but she didn’t want to waste a second of their lunch break not being with him. Her bag slipped from her shoulder, her braids flying behind her and her knee-high socks falling down her calves.

Y/N barely registered the people around her, wondering where she could be going in such a rush, until her face collided with soft, grey fabric. Before she could even get embarrassed and profusely have to apologise for bumping into them, long arms snaked around her, hands clasping behind her back. She caught a whiff of his woody cologne and the floral fragranced detergent his mum always used to wash his school uniform.

“There y’ are, Dove.” He murmured, “I was starting to get worried.”

Y/N looked up and settled on those familiar green eyes she loved so much. She relaxed into his embrace, “Harry,” She sighed.

Harry and Y/N had been dating since they were fourteen. If it weren’t for the fact that their parents all worked together at the local hospital, they probably would never have met at all, although Harry liked to believe they were fated to be together so they would have ended up meeting each other some way or another.

Harry had always been popular at school. For one, he was on the football team which instantly made him a name within their year group. He was also very handsome for his age. Girls would whisper and giggle whenever he passed by in the hallways even those from the lower years. Despite the fact they had just turned seventeen, Harry could honestly pass for an almost twenty-year-old with how tall and mature he was.

Y/N was the complete opposite. When it came to her social life she was shy and not often one to make friends easily. She was part of the arithmetic club and had made a few friends there and in some of her other classes. She liked to keep to herself and struggled to talk in class not only because she was quiet but also because she had a particularly bad stutter.

It had developed when she started High School. She had been to multiple speech therapists to help her get rid of it and although it wasn’t as bad as it used to be, it still never failed to make her life all the more difficult than it already was.

A lot of the other kids liked to pick on her for it too. Whenever teachers picked on her in class and she’d reply, the rest of the class would start snickering, whispering in each other’s ears. She wanted to be invisible to everyone but it was her stutter that made her stand out.

When Harry’s family would come over to Y/N’s house for dinner, her parents would often force them to go off together whilst the adults spoke in the dining room. She remembered the first time she invited him into her room and how embarrassed she was when he saw all her comic books lying on the floor that she had forgotten to put away. But it eventually became the seed of their relationship, the common ground that allowed them to bond.

Soon Harry was inviting Y/N to his football games and up to his room every other weekend when she’d come over with her parents. They’d exchange comic books and talk about their favourite characters. Y/N was always apologising for her stutter whenever she’d ramble on for too long but Harry never cared, he loved hearing her talk.

Their first kiss was on her bed whilst their parents were in the room below them. Harry was the one to initiate it and Y/N hadn’t been expecting it so it was slightly awkward at first but then she got used to it and eventually all she ever wanted to do was kiss him. Every weekend, whether at her place or his, all they did was sneak around and kiss each other, giggling and falling in love all at the same time.

Now, three years later, things were still the same except they were older now and more in love than they were yesterday.

Wherever you looked, Harry was there, and Y/N was never too far behind. Students had grown accustomed to their relationship, and the bullying Y/N endured wasn't as severe as it used to be. Even teachers couldn't help but be enamoured with their young love — how fortunate it was to find love at such a young age.

Things were great, everything was great and Y/N had hoped she could finish her last year of High School on a high note. That was until she entered her English class on a Friday afternoon when the teacher announced it was time for their presentations which would go towards their final grade.

“I can’t Harry!” Y/N cried into her pillow after school, Harry was sitting on the end of her bed with his back against the wall as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“I know Dove,” He comforted her, already knowing the reason she was so upset over it.

“Everyone’s going to l-laugh at me,” She could already picture herself standing up in front of her class and everyone pointing and laughing at her.

Harry sighed, “Dove,” He shook her gently, “Will y’ look at me?”

Y/N hesitated before turning her head so her cheek lay against the pillow. Harry smiled and lay on his side in the spot next to her, their faces inches apart, “There’s m’ pretty girl,” He cooed, his heart hurting at the tears on her cheeks. He cupped her cheek in his big hand and wiped some of those tears away with his thumb.

“I-It’s not fair,” She huffed, “Why’d I have to have this stupid stutter.”

“Hey,” He frowned, “Enough of that hmm? Everything about you is beautiful, y’ know I love to hear y’ talk. Could sit here for hours and just listen.”

“But you’re d-different,” She whined, shuffling closer to him so she could hide her face in his grey jumper. Her stutter was rarely ever that bad in front of Harry which was why he was the easiest person she could talk to.

Harry laughed breathily, his hand going to her hair to play with the strands, “Would it help if I helped you a little?”

“How?” Y/N asked, her words muffled by his jumper.

“We could practise in the library at lunch, y’ could read me a few things and it might help your stutter.” He thought.

Y/N’s head looked up to his face where she could count every mole and freckle on his nose and cheeks. She couldn’t help but pucker her lips to kiss his jawline, “That’d be nice,” She murmured.

“Yeah?” He smiled, kissing the top of her head in return, “I only want to help you so if you don’t enjoy it or you’d rather practise alone then y’ can tell me,”

She shook her head, “N-No, I want to do that with you. I’d like it very much.”

So it became a daily occurrence, five days a week during lunch hours when Harry didn’t have practice, they’d sit in the library and Harry would pick out a book for them to read. They started with simple YA books with less complicated words.

“Good job, Dove!” Harry cheered every time Y/N finished a chapter.

“Wait I’m not done,” She huffed and then said the last line just for Harry to cheer for her again just as proudly as the first time.

Now that the day of her presentation was getting closer, they had finally made their way onto Classical novels which Y/N had come to despise.

They walked with their hands intertwined to the library after Y/N had bumped into him in the hallway. It was natural as they stepped into the library and headed straight to their table in the corner hidden away by two tall bookshelves.

Y/N placed her bag under the chair whilst Harry unzipped his to pull out the book they were currently reading. It was Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, even looking at the front cover made Y/N’s stomach turn.

“A-Are you sure we can’t go back to YA books?” Y/N huffed, taking the book and opening it up to the chapter they were last on.

Harry laughed, “But you’re doing so well, Dovey.”

“I-it’s hard though and the w-words are so tiny.” She pouts, Harry can’t help but lean forward and kiss her.

“C’mon, jus’ a few pages and then I can show y’ something I got for you.” He tried to persuade her, knowing the surprise would be enough to win her over.

“Fine,” She sighs dramatically.

She read for five pages, Harry listening intently to every word. His eyes focused on her lips as she spoke, stumbling over a few words here and there. He tried to hold back from smiling so much with how concentrated she was on each letter of every word. He thought it was adorable how her eyebrows creased and her hands gripped the book.

Eventually, she had enough, placing the book down on the table and closing it shut. “Good job baby!” He cheered, pressing multiple kisses to her cheek, “M so proud of you.”

Y/N giggled, “Thank you, Harry.”

Harry smiled and reached into the pocket of his blazer for the surprise he had promised her. Y/N looked down and saw a small, black pouch in his hand. He gave it to her, her fingers carefully pulling on the ribbon before pulling out the small item inside.

“It’s an anxiety ring,” Harry explained as she held the silver ring in the palm of her hand. He picked it up and slid it on his pinkie finger to show her, “Y’ can twist this band whenever you feel nervous, thought y’ could wear it on the day of your speech.”

He passed it back to her, Y/N narrowing her eyes to look at the spinning band which had a small inscription written on it, ‘i love the way you speak almost as much as i love you, your harry.’

Y/N’s eyes watered, unable to come up with the right words to say how much she adored it as well as the boy sitting in front of her. Instead, she leapt forward and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Thank you,” She murmured, “I love it. I love you.”

Harry softened even more from her embrace, “I love you more, Dove,” He whispered.

Y/N pulled away enough to kiss his lips, she was thankful for the privacy they had in the back of the library since she was never that good with public displays of affection and all she wanted to do now was kiss him because she was so grateful for him being there all the time.

It wasn’t long before the day of her presentation. After school, Y/N had been working on a short essay. She was going to speak to the class about her favourite comic books and why she loved them so much. She had recited the words out loud to herself and Harry and even her parents, that she could probably speak it off by heart.

Harry and Y/N stood outside the school. Her English class wasn’t until the third period but she knew she wouldn’t be able to concentrate in her morning classes until the presentation was over. Harry was wearing his football uniform because he had a game against another school in the morning. Y/N had been with him after school as he practised for it, wearing his coat as she wrote out her speech on a notepad.

They stood side by side facing the school building as if it was some kind of beast they had to tackle, “O-okay,” She huffed, “I can do this,”

Harry looked down at her smiling and then reached for her hand, “You can do this,” He squeezed her fingers in encouragement.

“Good l-luck with your game today,” She grinned, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you, baby,” He spoke softly, “Y’ can tell me all about your presentation and how well it went afterwards.”

“Okay Harry,” She nodded, completely determined despite how nervous she was. She had spent weeks preparing, she couldn’t let fear get the best of her.

“Good luck kiss?” Harry grinned, cheekily.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and craned her neck to kiss his lips. Harry held her face in his hands, unable to pull away from her even when she tried to, “I love you,” He murmured against her lips.

“I love you too.” She sighed, blissfully.

When third period came around, Y/N stood outside her English classroom, counting to five in her head. She clutched onto the piece of paper where her speech was written out in gelled ink, spinning the ring Harry had gifted her on her finger. With a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped foot into her classroom.

. . .

Harry could hardly concentrate during the football match but he was trying his best. His team were two points ahead and it wouldn’t be long before the game was over. Since it was the morning and the game was mostly practice for the two schools competing, there wasn’t a huge audience watching them.

He was glancing down at his watch every few minutes when he was supposed to have his eye on the ball, checking to see whether third period was about to start. All he could think about was his little dove and how nervous she was when they stepped into school this morning.

She had been working so hard on reading things out, even stopping in shops when they went to town together to read the labels on the backs of food containers. He fully believed in her and her ability to speak in front of the class even when she didn’t and it killed him not being able to watch her do it.

So when the whistle finally blew marking the end of the game, Harry ignored the celebrations with his team after they won the match and ran across the field through the entrance of the school. He raced up the steps, his football boots clicking against the crowd. He knew he probably didn’t smell the best and his knees were muddy from falling over but he didn’t have much time to think about it as he searched for Y/N’s English classroom.

“Y/N?” He heard the teacher’s voice call her name as he approached.

“A-Already? O-Oh, O-okay.” He could hear her nerves just by listening to her speak.

Harry was about to knock on the door but he hesitated, wondering if it would worsen her nerves if he was in the classroom watching her. He knew how much of a big deal this moment was for Y/N and he didn’t want to intervene or make a spectacle of the moment especially since he wasn’t in her class.

He lowered his hand and instead pressed his ear up to the door.

“H-Hello,” Y/N started, “My name is Y-Y/N and today I will be sharing with you m-my love for comic books,” Harry’s heart ached as her voice came out quietly.

“C’mon Dove,” He whispered, wanting her to do well.

Y/N cleared her throat and let out a shaky exhale, “A-As you can probably tell, I-I am not all that good at speaking. I s-stumble over letters and sometimes even have to replace words with o-others because my mouth t-turns into mash potato and I can’t seem to get t-the words out.” People chuckled and Harry’s heart began to beat against his chest, “T-That is why I love comic books so much because of the l-lack of words. Instead, there are pictures,” Y/N continued, her voice gaining strength the more that she spoke, “T-They tell stories without the need for p-perfect sentences or flawless speech.”

Y/N continued her speech and Harry spent the entire presentation with his ear pressed up against the door. He ignored the looks of teachers and other students walking past as a huge grin spread across his cheeks the more Y/N spoke in front of the class.

By the time she had finished, it fell silent before the class responded with a round of applause, “Brilliant work, Y/N,” Her teacher said.

Y/N felt like she was floating on a cloud as she left her English classroom. Even if her speech wasn’t perfect, she had done it and gotten through it all in one piece. As she stepped out, two arms snaked around her waist and lifted her off the ground, “Harry!” Y/N giggled as he spun her around.

“M so proud of you, Dove.” He kissed her softly, lowering her to the ground but refusing to move his hands from her waist.

“I-I can’t believe I did it, Harry!” Y/N almost squealed.

“Heard every word, y’ did so good, M so proud of you.” He rambled, unable to cease his admiration for her.

“You heard?” Y/N’s eyebrows creased, her lips pouting slightly.

“I ran here as fast as I could and stood outside to listen to you,” Harry explained, “Y did perfect, honestly, the best speech I’ve ever heard.”

“You really ran h-here to listen?” Y/N asked, still in disbelief.

“I did,” Harry smiled, “It was all I could think about when I was on the field.”

“Did you win?” Y/N asked.

Harry pulled her flush against him, “You already know I did baby,” He smirked, kissing her. Y/N smiled against his lips.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Harry murmured, “To celebrate.”

“And do w-what?” Y/N wondered, even though the idea of spending any time with Harry was always her favourite.

“Maybe go to the bowling alley and get dinner after,” He shrugs.

“O-oh and maybe we can stop at the comic book store on the way home!” Y/N said, excitedly.

“Course m’love,” Harry’s smile widened the more she spoke, “We can do whatever you want as long as I get to hear you talk.”

Y/N grinned broadly as Harry interlaced his hands with hers, feeling the cool metal of her ring against his skin. Together, they walked hand in hand down the hallway, Y/N unable to stop talking the entire time, while Harry hung onto her every word.

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jeyunhos · 1 month ago

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pairing: professor!yunho x college student!fem!reader cw: power dynamics, professor x student, cunnilingus, 18+ minors do not interact. Summary: Your creative writing professor is so hot you're about to fail his class. Dying to help you, the both of you figure out a new method to increase your penmanship. A/N: glasses yunho is driving me crazy, you hear me, CRAZY

You ever had a teacher with a sort of reputation? The crazy one, the smelly one, the strict one... There's probably a repertoire of clichés and boxes you could fit every single one of this semester's teachers in, but recently, you had grown fond of one particular class: Creative Writing, with professor Jeong Yunho, the dreamy one.

Yunho had a reputation alright, a reputation as the one teacher every girl fell for. Leave alone his absolutely stunning looks, he was kind, patient, and gentle, an all-rounder of a teacher who could instruct a rock on how to write wonderful pieces if he put his mind to it.

One problem, you didn't care for his class at all. Sure, it was fun to try but you were close to failing due to your enormous crush on the man, and you figured your were doomed to continue that way, since the only way to get over him, was to get under him.

You were busy daydreaming about being tied to his office chair as you walked the corridors when you heard your name bounce off the walls and a light trotting behind you. You were snapped back to reality and turned around only to see professor Yunho himself joining you with a huff of his cheeks.

"Phew! I got to catch you." he said excitedly, panting lightly from the sudden outburst of energy he had used.

"Professor" you started, trying to hide your delight and surprise "Is something wrong?" you asked, wondering what he would probably need you for.

"Do you have ten minutes before you head home? I've got to talk to you about your recent piece." in between his large hand he wiggled a foldered set of printed sheets with your most recent submission written on them.

"Sure, right here?" you asked, looking around at the vast prying eyes around you.

He answered with a shake of his head "Join me in my office for a bit."

You followed behind the man through the crowded maze that your school was, he was fast due to his long legs, and hence you were walking slightly behind him. The breeze would carry a bit of his cologne into your nose whenever it blew, heightening the infatuation you already held for him.

Rumors were also true, he was a complete gentleman. The second you got to his office he opened the door and moved aside to let you past and held the chair out for you to sit.

"So," he started as he fixed his suit jacket the moment he sat down "I'm worried about your final grade." Yunho went straight to the tone, which let you know that whatever fantasy you were having about being bent over the desk was not happening.

"What do you mean?" you feigned innocence, knowing damn well that you were close to repeating the class. Well, not that you would mind staring at him for another whole semester, but it wasn't exactly something you could afford.

"Yes, however..." he started, pulling the file open to look at the printed version of your work "Despite having submitted every assignment, your scores have been constantly low and that's because," he cleared his throat, as if trying to find less harsh words to describe your work "the pieces are just not good."

You felt a blush, proof of your embarrassment, creep around your face through your neck, your sight lowered in shame, something he immediately noticed. Your final project was writing a short story about romance, with a twist, and an ending of your choice.

"Let's go over some lines slowly" he said with a gentle, charming smile "For example, this one 'in that moment they felt they were falling in love'" he explained. "Do you see what is wrong with that line?"

"They weren't falling in love?" you asked innocently, not really sure of what he wanted you to answer.

Your little joke caused him to laugh in the form of a chuckle. He was mostly amused by the hardness of your head. He leaned backwards and looked up at you.

"Have you ever been in love?" he asked nonchalantly, as if he was asking 'how have you been?' to an old friend.

With you, you thought to yourself, but of course that couldn't leave your lips.

"Not exactly sure." you admitted finally.

He let out a sigh and nodded mostly to himself .

"In writing, you don't really want to tell the audience what the characters are doing or feelings are experimenting, it reduces imagination to a mere instruction." he explained "You want to tell them about everything else but the actual feeling. So, say, if the characters were falling in love, instead of saying it straight out, you want to describe the way their hearts raced, or how they couldn't pry their eyes from each other despite the chaos around them, or how they longed for something so much more than a mere graze of their lips." he tried to explain to you, but in your face he could see you were not grasping it. "But I guess that's hard if you've never experienced it first hand."

You nodded along with every bit of his explanation, and there was a hint of disappointment and hurt on your face when he finally finished his sentence.

Picking up on this, he gently tapped his hands on the desk and reincorporated himself to lean forward "Let's try something else." he proposed, catching your attention "I'll give you a week, rewrite the thing, but don't do romance, do erotica instead." he asked with a smile on your face.

"Erotica?" you inquired, quite surprised by this new task.

"It's hard to say we have experienced love" he said "But we've all been aroused, it's in our programming as mammals" with a grin, he handed the folder over to you "All my notes are there, write some erotica, send it to my e-mail, and we can talk about your final grade, alright?"

With a swipe of his hand, he ended up dismissing you. You obliged and left the office, albeit reluctantly since being alone with him had been a delight, and headed home to begin working.

Not that you were foreign to fantasizing about sexual scenarios, especially involving him, but putting them into words was a whole other ordeal. 'We all have been aroused' these words resonated in your head, and so, you got all hands on deck.

Four days later, your final manuscript was in his inbox, and only a few hours afterwards you got another e-mail:

[email protected]: Please meet me at 8:00pm in my office to discuss the grade.

8? That was kind of late, but you figured he was in a rush since the semester was ending soon and all the final grades had to be uploaded to the school online system. Plus, it's not like you were exactly in the position to refuse anything, your passing grade was at stake.

You dolled yourself up a bit right before the agreed time, just in case you figured, and went on your merry way. The university halls were creepily abandoned due to the late hour save for some offices with the lights still on, part of being the end of the semester you guessed, and it made you feel uneasy; said feeling disappeared almost immediately once you reached the right door. "Professor Jeong Yunho" it read.

"Come in" you heard a raspy voice call after you knocked.

He himself was a sight to behold. Hair slightly disheveled, suit jacket laid over the back of the chair, black turtleneck shirt on. He looked tired and felt like so.

"So?" you said with a cheery voice, trying to lighten the mood, as you approached the chair.

He let out a sigh, similar to last time but now more exasperated "Still not good." he blurted out.

You could tell his guard was down, because the Yunho you knew as your teacher wouldn't talk so roughly, yet there was something thrilling about said demeanor, something inherently hot to seeing him so worked up.

"You keep describing the actions, this is even worse than the romance one." he added some salt to your wound "'they kissed roughly and she was pinned down to the bed'? This is not a report, this is supposed to be exciting, where's the erotism, the magnetism, the-" as he was ranting on his own with you sitting across his desk, looking amiss of words to be honest, he stopped himself half way when he came to a sudden realization.

"The...?" you tried to ask once he was staring at you in utter silence.

"Close your eyes." he ordered.

"What?" despite your eagerness to obey him, almost naturally, you had to double check that you were listening correctly

"We're going to do a little exercise, close your eyes." he said once more.

You finally obliged and shut your lids. You weren't entirely sure what was happening around you, but promptly you felt a presence behind you.

"I'm going to do a couple of things, I want you to describe to me how you feel when I do them." you could tell he was the presence you had felt from the direction of his voice.

Fuck. You had to be careful, this was getting dangerous. Despite your eagerness to be his little toy, you knew if you didn't tread lightly you could find yourself reported or expelled if he didn't feel the same. So, you made a mental note to actually pay attention and figure out if this little predicament could work out in your favor.

As you were conjuring your evil plan in your brain, he began to work on his own. You felt the tip of his fingers on the back of your hands, slowly crawling up through your forearms, your biceps, and finally your shoulders.

"Talk to me" he urged when you didn't respond "How do you feel?" he repeated himself.

"Warm." you said out loud, your eyes still shut.

It's not like you weren't trying, really, but his touch had wiped your mind blank effectively.

His head shook firmly in disappointment, there was no getting through to you no matter how complex the method he was using, and how certainly... risky. But he couldn't deny this new way was getting him excited, possibly in ways it was not exactly code-of-conduct-appropriate.

"I'll help you." he leaned over further to repeat the movement he had done seconds before, his head hovering next to your ear. "When I touch your hand your skin feels soft, almost silk-like. I grow curious, so my hands travel further up, your forearm is delightful, it sets within me a hunger I can only sasiate with the subtle violence of a bite, but I can't bring myself to do it, not just yet, there's so much I want to explore, so I continue my path until I get to your neck."

His words were beyond arousing to you. The way his hands and body mimicked everything he spoke of was setting your skin ablaze. You wanted him badly, and you had made it your resolve to finally get him to sleep with you, you didn't know how, but you were determined to lead him where you wanted.

"Try again." he instructed, his hands moving away from your neck. "Tell me how you feel."

You were slightly disappointed at the lack of contact, and you were worried you might have missed your window. However, something else entirely caused a gasp out of you. His lips were now grazing the base of your neck and you could feel the hot breath that came out of his mouth straight onto your skin.

"My skin feels like crawling with heat," you began to say "A tingle travels from my hand, following your touch all the way up to my neck; my expectations grow and I wonder just how far you will take this. Your lips wake the goosebumps whenever they touch, and I crave to feel them over my body."

As you spoke, you could lightly hear his breath hitch and, for a second, you could swear he was going to do it, he was going to kiss your neck, but he stopped.

"Seems like you got it" he said as he pulled back after clearing his throat. He moved from behind your chair to lean against his desk, his rear almost laying on it; his arms were crossed over his chest once you opened your eyes.

"Hardly" was all you could say, and you stole a glance at how his pants seemed to have gotten tighter on the front.

"Hardly?" he asked, his head tilting "Is there anything else you're struggling with?"

It was going to be like that, huh? He was not going to drop the teaching charade. Well, you knew a thing or two about playing the student in despair.

You stood up from where you were sitting and walked over to Yunho, your hands hidden innocently behind your back. He was getting a kick out of it, you could tell, perhaps Mr. Jeong was a lot more sinful that he looked at bare glances; well, you'd indulge him.

"Kisses, for example, how do you go from 'looking at each other' to 'kissing' without saying something lame like, I don't know, 'they kissed'?" now you were guiding the situation to where you wanted it to go, you figured.

"Well, with kisses you want to start slow, not quite jump right to it." he began to explain, still keeping his intellectual facade "Like..." he continued, his hand slowly raising to land on the back of your neck, his fingers playing lightly with the back of your hair. His eyes landed on yours and you could finally feel the desire that had been pooling between your legs mirrored in the darkness of his pupils "...this."

Once he finished his sentence he leaned in closer, his lips brushed yours and you tried to close the gap, but he pulled back the slightest. 'Fuck' you thought, but the second you wanted to pull back the hand that was holding your neck forced you otherwise.

Your lips melted together with his almost immediately and he had to inhale a sharp breath; it was only innocent for a couple of seconds, because after his free arm snaked around your waist, his palm to your lower back, all logic fell off the window. From both parts.

The chaste, educational kiss faded quickly and was replaced by his tongue brushing against your bottom lip in attempt to ask for entrance, a permission that was granted immediately. He was exploring the entirety of your mouth, ravishing on the taste of your tongue against his.

It wasn't long before both of you were consumed by the unmistakable desire to break one sacred rule, of diving into unexplored taboo of sleeping with your teacher. He picked up on it rather quick, and shortly he was pulling away.

He bounced himself off his desk and his hands guided you by the hips to turn around, flipping your positions. His hand was certainly gentle, but with such sturdiness you wouldn't even dare disobey his silent commands. One of them held your hair and pushed it down, bending you over his desk with your clothes still on.

This last statement didn't remain true for long, as his needy fingers quickly dived on your lower garments, dipping roughly inside the waistbands and pulling down altogether.

His lips pursed at the sight of your bare ass and cunt all laid down for him, his right thumb trailing your slit and clit teasingly.

"I don't have to narrate what happens next, do I?" he asked. It was his own version of asking for consent.

"I'll still take notes." you teased back, looking over your shoulder.

He let out an amused chuckle and you saw him begin fumbling with his zipper. There was a rumor that he was packing down there, and you were now confirming it with your own eyes. Not ginormous, but certainly a bit above average.

From his pocket, he pulled out a condom which he carefully ripped open to roll it over his shaft; once securely wrapped, he positioned himself on your entrance and slowly began to push it. The slightly painful stretch was delightful, poetic almost, to you.

"You okay?" he grunted under his breath, trying his best to not start pouding right away.

You simply replied with a positive hum and that was everything he needed. With enough force he began to thrust into you, deep and sensual at the beginning, and you could feel him gradually getting rougher.

You were smart enough to keep your moans at bay, but when he started to push all the way in to the point it felt like rearranging you, it became harder and harder. He couldn't be sure that there weren't other teachers around, since it was still around eight thirty, so he had to help you somehow; one of his hands as kept on your hip as grip and the other one had to be pressed up against your mouth. The palm was so wide it almost covered your nose too, and he was extra careful not to accidentally suffocate you.

As a result, your head was pulled back and slightly to the side where he was pressing from, leaving an area of your neck free to his admiration. His thrusts continued to pick up the pace and roughness, and at some point they became so strong the desk began to slide backwards, making an annoying, dragging sound with every thrust.

Yunho was forced to let go of your hip and bend over to hover over you. He was tall enough that his head reached yours and his hand was able to hold the other edge of the desk to stop it from dragging on the floor. As a consequence, your skin was near his lips once more, and he decided to give in to his previous temptation and bite down gently on your skin, leaving a hot mark behind but not a bruise.

"I can't hold back much longer." he said into your ear in an almost apologetic tone.

Your agreement was muffled by his hand, but you let him know it was okay. He continued to grunt and pant heavily against your skin with rough, powerful thrusts into your cunt, but the rhythm was more erratic, and you could tell he was close.

Finally, with a moan of your name that he muffled with your neck, he came.

Being honest, you were a little disappointed that you hadn't gotten to orgasm yourself, but having fucked him was already prize enough, you were not about to get greedy on an already wrong and thoroughly enjoyable sexual encounter.

As you were sunked in these thoughts, he pulled out from you and began fixing his clothes rather quickly. Following his lead, you leaned back up and reached down to pick up your own until his voice stopped you.

"Woah, woah, what are you doing?" he asked, reaching quickly after putting himself back in his pants to avoid you from putting your own back up. "No, no." he continued quickly, his free hand bending you over once more. "Rule number one of erotica: the woman is never left unsatisfied."

You weren't sure what he meant by that, was he going to fuck you again? Maybe, but you weren't sure he could just right away, sure he was young but.. oh.

The long lap at your clit from behind surprised you greatly and caused a long, quiet moan out of you. You could feel him lapping and sucking at your slit with renewed energy, and it was driving you insane just how well he was eating you out.

As he continued his ministrations with his tongue from behind, one of his thumbs reached for your clit, circling it slowly and deliberately, he knew pretty damn well where everything was and he was not about to be shy about it.

Your legs began to tremble, and he was moaning into your womanhood with every taste of it which only added fuel to the fire within you. It wasn't long before you started to feel the familiar tingle on your stomach., and seconds later you allowed yourself to cum against his mouth.

Satisfied with his performance and having reached his goal, he helped you with your clothes back up and walked over back to his chair with you still bent over the desk as you regained your composure. His head tilted so his cheek was almost touching the wooden surface and he could be eye-level with you.

"I expect your story by tomorrow, okay?" he said with an innocent smirk.

"Yes, professor" you said in between pants before you raised to your feet again "And thank you, this was very useful." you added.

That night, you went back to your home and began writing in extreme detail everything that man had done to you; all while changing names, locations, and times, of course. Nothing more erotic than keeping a secret, after all.

The story came out naturally and easily, with a newfound talent that you could have sworn was not there before, somehow Jeong Yunho had managed to fuck it out of you, and so, when you began to struggle with the last lines of your work, the image of his smiling face gave you a strike of genius:

'..and as the young girl hardly waddled out of the room, feeling refreshed, brought anew, she came to the realization that some men really do live up to their reputation."

#jeong yunho #jeong yunho x reader #yunho x reader #yunho x you #jeong yunho x you #ateez x reader #ateez x you #fic: mine #i got carried away lmao #this is almost 4k words #buuuuuut i do hope its good enough so here you go

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lovelykil · 7 months ago

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baby assignment

ᯓ izuku midoriya

synopsis; class 1-a has been assigned to take care of fake babies for an assignment! This assignment will be helpful for hero work and other skills as well. some are wary of this assignment, especially the pairing. You got paired up with Izuku.

note; I've been wanting to make this for awhile , uhmm this is my own personal au?? Idk if anyone has done this but there's gonna be multiple parts I believe. So this is part one :3

part 2

"WHY AM I PAIRED UP WITH RED 40 HERE??!" katsuki's loud and familiar angry voice boomed inside the classroom, everyone turned toward him with their fake baby in their carriers. Kirishima grabbed a carrier from Aizawa's desk that held the baby inside and walked over to the blonde.

"dude you're gonna make the baby cry.." He shoves the carrier into Bakugo's chest after retrieving the fetus. Katsuki's face scrunches up, a tic mark twitches on his forehead when he grips the carrier that was shoved into his chest by his 'partner'

"YOU THINK I CARE ABOUT THAT STUPID BA—"

Mr. Aizawa clears his groggy throat, cutting off his impatient student. "as I was saying," he takes a glance over at Bakugo, the blonde scoffs in reaction and looks the other way.

"you all have been assigned to take care of your kid for a week, make sure you fulfill its needs while juggling your own life as well. That includes hero work. That's why you have been paired up," upon looking around the room there was some interesting pairs that raised some brows.

like mineta and tsu and todoroki and yaoyorozu.

aizawa continues on, his voice nonchalant and rough.

"you'll need to collaborate with your partners for this assignment if not then you'll fail miserably and I will be alerted." He pulls out a checklist and looks around the room, everyone exchanges a worried look then return back to the teacher.

"class is over, don't screw up. Get out."

. . .

everyone walks out with their partner already conversing with one another, some freaking out and others surprisingly calm.

you walk out of the classroom with izuku and hold up the carrier to examine your child. "what a weird assignment.."

"weird? I think this assignment gives us an opportunity to work with each other more, converse, and rely on one another which in any case, communication is key, especially with hero work." Midoriya cradles his chin, disagreeing your opinion.

you set the carrier down to look over at his thinking face then focus forward.

"well I—"

he quickly cuts you off to begin his never-ending rambling, "and to be honest, it might help us when tending to kids and babies. Since there will come times when there's a possibility we'll have to take care of a child when the mother, father or spouse is in trouble. I think the baby has something inside it that triggers it to cry, move, whine, maybe even crawl? I wonder if the Department of Support helped to make these fake animatronics... we haven't seen what it does just yet, but judging by the appearance when Kirishima took the baby out from its carrier, the baby looks freakishly re—"

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!"

you look down at the crying kid already feeling unmotivated, its loud shrieks echo through the long hallways. Some classmates in front of you turn to the source, which was coming from you and Midoriya.

the freckled boy squirmed while you chuckled nervously at your classmates ahead of you.

"did it cry because of me?!" Izuku cries out as the baby keeps whining in the background. You pull down the cover to the carrier in hopes of canceling out some noise. "probably. Maybe the support team made this baby especially for you whenever you start to rant off." You look over at him with a teasing grin.

you two motion toward the exit.

your partner sulks to himself probably losing his self-confidence now because of your teasing comment.

"do you really think that? This baby is not gonna like me Y/n..."

you freak out a bit, quickly taking back your joke. Whenever it came to Midoriya you really had to tone down your jokes around him.. he gets emotional.. really fast.

you open the door for him, "no no! I was joking..? I mean either way we're both gonna have to endure this, you better not give up on me." He steps outside the building and looks over at you.

you let the door close by itself, looking up at him with a fierce grin. Those green eyes of his sparkle in your view, he seems more motivated and confident again. Your grin turns into a warm smile, a faint blush creeps on your face.

Deku nods with determination, then looks down at the baby. He lifts the shield covering it and smiles down at it.

"It's going to be a long week, but we'll get through it." He murmurs. You smile down at him but then look up at the sky. It was adorned with hues of pink and orange painted across like a canvas. You begin to go into deep thought about this assignment, your pupils gradually constrict with each racing thought of this baby.. taking care of it for a week.

"yeah, we'll get through it... oh gosh... it's going to be a long week."

#𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺𝘬𝘪𝘭 ᯓ★#boku no hero acedamia #izuku midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #mha izuku #:33

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jasmineoolongtea · 7 months ago

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hii!! i recently just started following you and i don’t wanna overload you with anything so i stress that i urge you to take your time and if you feel like you need to tweak anything then you can since i noticed you barely opened requests :)) i was just wondering if you could write something ( whether it be headcanons or a fic ) about gojo having a jujutsu sorcerer for a girlfriend / partner and his students don’t know so they’re all shocked when they just see this badass person next to gojo and he just casually introduces them as his partner lol. just a thought!! make sure to take care of yourself 💕

a/n: thank you smmmm for the kind words <333 yes omg i love this idea and honestly, i imagine gojo pretending to be chill on the outside but on the inside he's fangirling the same way his students are over his partner cause he's just so whipped and down bad for them jdjsndnsbd

"Shhhh! Quiet down, you two or you're gonna get us all caught." Nobara hisses through her teeth at Megumi and Yuji, trying her best to be quiet. It was quite a comical sight actually, the three students were all stacked on top of each other as they all attempted to crane their necks into the doorway as discretely as they possibly could.

"I still don't understand why we can't just ask like normal people." Megumi sighs, clearly exasperated at his friend's antics.

"You're such a buzzkill, Fushiguro." Nobara scolds him over her shoulder. It was like he didn't even understand the gravity of this situation.

This wasn't a situation where they could just waltz in and chat it up like regular unless they were intent on embarrassing themselves. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance to meet the current rising star of the jujutsu world: the newly minted special-grade sorcerer L/N Y/N who was famed for being highly elusive, never being in one place for too long to be tied down to somewhere.

Rumours and stories were constantly swirling about you ranging from the more serious ones about your incredible feats of jujutsu and how you managed to exorcise a grade 1 curse for one of your very first missions without breaking a single sweat to more silly ones like that you only wash your face with the purest spring water that was imported from the Swiss Alps and that allegedly you and Gojo Satoru were seeing each other. She thought the last one was particularly dumb as she was sure that a person of your calibre would have better taste than to date their man-child of a teacher, even if he was the strongest. Whatever it was, Nobara was not going to let those two ruin her chances of possibly being able to talk with you face to face.

Above her, Yuji groans out in pain as he feels an elbow jam into his stomach.

"Hey! That hurts!" Yuji complains loudly, his grip tightening around the wooden door frame.

"Can't you be in pain more quietly?" Nobara asks and with that, the two of them were sent into a bickering spat as they traded harsh whispers and snappy comments. However, this would prove to be their end as Megumi eventually loses his balance from all of the commotion above him and tumbles onto the floor with the other two following suit as they land in what can only be described as a failed human pretzel.

Unfortunately, their crash was not as quiet as Nobara was hoping for as one of the office's inhabitants stood up from his seat, seemingly made aware of their presence. "Oh? It seems like we have some eavesdroppers in our midst."

You hum to yourself, your back still facing the doorway as you turn to your white-haired companion. "Is that true?"

"Yes, I think I might know who they are as well. If only they would be so brave enough to reveal themselves." Gojo sighs dramatically, even bringing a hand to his chest as if to feign sympathy. You can't help but giggle softly at his behaviour.

The three of them take that as their cue to stand up, dusting themselves off as they slowly make their way into the office in a single file line. When Nobara sees you, she can't even let herself fully fangirl because the amount of embarrassment she has at getting caught trying to eavesdrop is far outweighing it right now.

Gojo makes his way towards his students as they stand lined up, his hands rubbing together and a devious grin on his face as he puts on his best menacing voice. "Now now now, what do we have here?"

"Satoru, take it easy on them. I'm sure they meant no harm by it." You place a hand on his shoulder as you stroll up to his side. His arms immediately fall to his side as he melts under your touch.

An adorable pout graces his features, his bottom lip jutted out in an attempt to put on his best puppy dog look as he whines at you, "Awww, but you're ruining my funnn. I don't get that many opportunities to do this."

"Sensei, they know you by your first name?" Yuji questions, his head tilted slightly to the side as he tries to figure out what relationship you two could possibly have.

A sly snicker is heard from Gojo as he quirks his eyebrows towards you. "They know me in a lot more ways than just that" he quips back, his tone bordering on being an outright innuendo.

You roll your eyes affectionately at him, clearly used to his playful nature by this point, and give him a light shove on the shoulder to which he pretends to exaggeratedly nurse in pain.

"Sorry for not introducing myself properly, my name is L/N Y/N and I'm a special-grade sorcerer here on a visit to Tokyo Jujustu High." You smile warmly at your boyfriend's students, your hands clasped in front of you as you greet them.

Nobara could feel her breath hitch in her throat as a million thoughts ran through her mind. Oh my god, you, her idol, were actually right in front of her and were acknowledging her. She swears she could die happy right this instance but that would mean that she wouldn't get to take full advantage of the chance to talk to you fully. With that, she snaps out of her star-struck daze and politely inquires, "If you don't mind me asking L/N-san, what are you here for?"

"Oh, they're here to visit yours truly, me!" Gojo chimes in, a megawatt grin on his face with a sense of pride radiating off of him as he motions to himself.

A tsk sound escapes Nobara, clearly distrustful of her teacher's statement. "Yeah right, they have way more important things to be doing than that."

"But it's true though! My lovely partner is here to pay a surprise visit to me!"

"There's no way that that's true. You and them?" As if to punctuate her point, she points at you and Gojo standing side by side and firmly shakes her head. "Nuh uh. They wouldn't date the likes of you."

A soft smack is heard as Gojo theatrically clutches his chest, stumbling back from where he stands to drape himself over you. "It wounds me to hear you say that Kugisaki." He claims, his expression twisted into one of faux pain. When he turns to face you, his demeanour suddenly switches as he leans in towards your ear, a roughish smile on his face with a faintly seductive lilt to his voice. "Maybe we should kiss to prove that it's true."

"Don't be crude, Satoru, they're your students and they're right in front of us." You try to brush him off of you in an attempt to spare his students from becoming witnesses to their teacher's love for PDA but he doesn't let go of his grip, instead choosing to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck as if trying to coax you to stay with him in his embrace. Like always, you relent to his touch with your fingers carding through his snowy locks, a soft sigh of approval leaving his lips.

There's a beat of silence as Nobara and Yuji try to process what they've just learned and the fact that they've just seen a visual confirmation of it before that peace is shattered and they erupt into a thousand questions. You field all of their burning questions ranging from ones about you to about your relationship with Gojo with grace, amused and endeared by their excitement and insatiable curiosity. Secretly, it warms your heart deeply that Gojo and his students are so comfortable with each other and that he can be himself around them without the pressure of the greater Jujutsu world on his back.

You turn to look at the clock and sigh at how fast time has gone by. "Alright, I'll see you at home Satoru and Megumi." You comment, packing up your belongings as you get ready to leave to attend to some business. Gojo leans down to your height as you place a lingering kiss against his cheek and wave him and his students goodbye.

Unblinking, Yuji and Nobara turn to each other and then to Megumi before they exclaim simultaneously. "You all live together!?"

Oh boy, Megumi knows he's going to be in for an earful with that.

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janeyseymour · 8 months ago

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I Wouldn't Tell Anyone

based off of that tiktok trend: "i wouldn't tell anyone i won the lottery, but there'd be signs".

WC: ~2.75k

Melissa Schemmenti has worked at Willard R. Abbott Elementary School for years. And in those years, the one constant in her life has been Barbara Howard. The two had started the same year, and while many things have changed, their friendship would never. No, Melissa had watched as Barbara married Gerald, witnessed the woman’s growing belly as she carried both of her daughters, had seen the ups and downs in the Howard family. And likewise, Barbara had been there to see the marriage to Joe, the divorce of Joe, the lean years… and everything in between. They’ve seen the way that teachers come and go, children grow up before their very eyes, and at this point they’ve taught children of students that they had in the starting years. Teaching practices have grown and changed- it’s really an ever-evolving world that they live in.

The second grade teacher had a solid wardrobe that she kept in rotation over the years- really just a few blazers, her signature leather jacket, the same shirt in various colors, a few pairs of slacks and jeans, and of course her heeled boots that she wore everyday without fail.

“Melissa,” Barbara had asked one day. “Perhaps you and I should hit the mall? I know some great places that have wonderful clearance sections.”

“Are you tellin’ me I need to change out my wardrobe?” the redhead teased as she threw her bag over her shoulder.

“You know that is not what I am saying, woman,” Barb rolled her eyes. “But I see the way that your shirts are starting to wear thin. I also need an outfit for the end of the year banquet that this damned superintendent is forcing me to go to.”

“When you’re part of a committee, you have to go to that kind of stuff,” the second grade teacher had smirked. “Why you think I ain’t a part of all that?”

Even after the two of them hit it off, going to the mall whenever they found themselves with enough money to spare to treat themselves to a shopping spree, Melissa’s outfits still mostly circulate without fail.

Years pass, and then she meets you one night while she’s out at the bar. She walks in, and you’re captivated. You don’t know what draws you to her, but whatever it is is magical. Your eyes hardly leave her stunning figure as she dances. You know that by the end of the night, you have to at least attempt to make a move on her.

And you do when she decides to take a break from dancing to come over to the bar. Conveniently, the only opening is by where you’re sitting and nursing a margarita.

By some grace of God, she’s been watching you too- trying to figure out how to start a conversation with you over the loud music and people dancing all around you.

She saunters up to the spot that you’re at and smiles at you. Wow… her smile is radiant.

“How come a pretty girl like you ain’t out there dancing with someone?”

“Just came here after a hard day at work,” you shrug. “Wanted a marg, thought maybe the music and drinks would brighten my spirit.”

“Well, you got the marg,” she gestures to your half empty glass. “Why don’t I buy you another, and then we can listen to the music together?”

“I’m sure you have friends here that wouldn’t want me crashing.”

“I’m here alone,” the redhead reveals. “The name’s Melissa. And you are?”

“Y/N,” you tell her.

“Well, Y/N, why don’t you let me buy you a drink, and we can be alone… together.”

You end up getting her number as you part ways for the night, and simply text her when you get home that night, time and place.

She’s just walked into her own house when your text comes through. How does Renata’s Kitchen at 5:30 on Tuesday sound?

I have to wait tomorrow and Monday to see you?

I mean, I could grab a coffee tomorrow after church if you’d rather that, the redheaded beauty sends.

You send her the address of your favorite coffee place, which just so happens to be hers as well. You wonder if the two of you have ever run into each other and just not known it at the time.

The outing for coffee ends up being an entire day’s worth of just walking around the city together as you chat about life. You find out that she’s a second grade teacher at one of the local schools and that she has Sunday dinners with her family every week (that is actually the only reason she has to regretfully leave you that day) among many other things. She finds out that you work for one of the local law firms down the street from Abbott, ironically enough. How have the two of you never bumped into each other, or at least seen each other? You get to your place of work at the same time as she does, you’ve both gone down to the same Wawa at the same time for lunch because your lunch hours coincide, and she quite literally walks past your firm to get to happy hour specials with her coworkers.

Once she leaves you to head to her family dinner, she texts you to let you know that she would still love to do dinner with you on Tuesday. You excitedly reply that you would be absolutely delighted.

The two of you have been going out for quite some time now, and it’s quite funny that you’ve both kept it on the down low. You’re a bit concerned that while courtrooms have progressed with society that if your relationship were to become public, it could get in the way of cases. And she, similarly is nervous that she could face backlash at the school she works for for being in a homosexual relationship. So, neither of you have said anything to your coworkers. And it’s all going swimmingly. While you had both just stumbled upon each other one night at the bar, not expecting to find each other, here you are two years later as a happy couple.

You land the case of a lifetime, one where you could make a decent profit off of your already relatively high paying salary. On top of that, you know that you’re about to be promoted after working with this firm for the last five years.

You end up winning the case, bringing in some good money, and then you’re moving up the ladder and finding yourself with more cash outflow than you know what to do with at the moment. It’s too much for you, living in a small apartment in the city by yourself with nothing else to worry about. So, when your girlfriend comes over to your apartment for dinner, you propose something.

“Mel?” you ask as she stands at your stovetop. She hums to let you know that she’s listening, but her eyes stay trained on the vegetables that she’s chopping right now. “How would you feel if we moved in together?”

The sound of the knife hitting the cutting board halts, and she turns to face you. “What?”

“We’ve been together for almost two years,” you tell her. “I just got that nice promotion, plus a huge payout from the settlement with DuBoise, so… I was thinking maybe we could move in together? Find a nice townhouse somewhere in the city and settle into our lives together?”

About a million emotions flicker through the redhead’s face before it settles on a smile. “I think that might be a good idea.”

So, after months of looking, you both say goodbye to your small apartments and are able to move into a beautiful townhouse in Queen Village. When Melissa files the paperwork to change her address for paychecks, Ava comes flying into the staff lounge with her eyes nearly bulging out of her head.

“Uh, ahem,” the principal coughs out and raises her brows, waving the paperwork in front of the second grade teacher during lunch.

“What?” your girlfriend grumbles as she grades a few papers and shoves a forkful of her salad into her mouth.

“Since when did you move?”

“A couple of weeks ago,” Melissa shrugs.

Barbara’s brows furrow. She wasn’t aware her friend was moving house. “Oh, Melissa. Could you not afford the place anymore?”

“Girl, she upgraded big time! Went from living in the slums to a three bedroom townhouse in Queen Village!”

“Queen Village?” the kindergarten teacher repeats.

Again, the redhead just shrugs.

“Melissa, how did you manage that? I know what you make, and there is no way you could afford to live somewhere like that!” Janine cuts in.

“Can it, pipsqueak,” Melissa rolls her eyes. “Let’s just say… I have my ways.”

Nobody is brave enough to ask the mob-like woman what the hell that could even mean.

“Well, when do we get to see the place?” Jacob tries to invite himself over.

Green eyes glare over at the man. “If I can help it, never.”

“Oh c’mon, Mel Mel,” Jacobs whines out. “I lived with you at one point! Why can’t we come see your new place?”

“At the time, I did not know it was you,” the redhead huffs. “And then you moved out on me.”

“Because I found

The second grade teacher blows out a breath. “Maybe once I have it all furnished and put together.”

So, once the two of you have the place put together for the most part, the Abbott clan makes their way over while you’re out of town for a convention that you were forced to go to.

To say that the crew is beyond impressed is an understatement.

“Melissa, this is beautiful,” Barbara compliments.

“How? How?” is all Jacob and Janine can stutter out.

The redhead just smirks. “I know a guy.”

They leave not knowing that the guy that she knows is you- her girlfriend of almost two and a half years at this point. And because it’s you, and you have an unwavering love for Melissa, the house is impeccable and everything she could ever want it to. You take good care of her.

Since moving in together, Melissa’s meals have only become more extravagant. With both of your finances almost entirely combined at this point, you spoil her with the best foods and ingredients that you can get her at any moment. So when she comes into the staff room with way fancier dishes for her lunch, it raises a few eyebrows. The teachers have seen Melissa stretch a dollar like a big headed baby stretches a… the redhead smirks.

“I know a guy,” is all she offers up.

The eyebrows of her coworkers only creep further up her head when she comes in with leftovers from one of the nicest restaurants in the city- a place known nationally for the delicate dishes and absolutely delectable desserts.

She’s eating the extra slice of cheesecake the two of you had brought home when Janine leans over. “How’d you get that?”

“I know a guy.”

“You sure seem to know a lot of guys.”

They have no idea that there are not multiple people- you are almost singlehandedly responsible for the lavish lifestyle that your girlfriend suddenly leads.

Somehow, Melissa is forced to go to one of the banquet dinners that the district is holding because she’s hit a milestone in her teaching, and they’re highlighting her. So, of course Barb offers to go with her to try to find something nice to wear to the dinner that she too will be attending.

“Oh, I think I actually have an outfit,” the redhead refutes the offer. “But thank you.”

“Girl, you never turn down an opportunity to go out shopping,” the kindergarten teacher raises a brow.

“I just… know a guy that already bought me an outfit.”

Melissa shows up to the event looking like a million bucks, and Barbara almost can’t believe it. The redhead’s hair is curled to perfection, the dress that she’s in has clearly been tailored to accentuate all of her curves and to be the proper length. The shoes that she’s wearing are not the black heeled boots Barbara is so used to seeing her work wife wear- no, instead she’s got on a pair of heels that have to be at least two hundred dollars if the kindergarten teacher had to guess.

Of course, their picture gets snapped and is posted to the school website a few days later.

At lunch, while Janine is eating and on her laptop, her eyes go wide. “Melissa!”

“What?”

“You looked beautiful the other night!”

“Thanks, kid.”

“How did you get all of that?”

“I know a guy.”

Jacob moves his chair so he too can get a look.

“Melissa, that is…” he thinks to himself quietly. “At least a six hundred dollar look! For a school event? Girl, where are you getting all of this stuff?!”

“I told youse, I know a guy.”

It’s a weekend when the Abbott crew decides to get together, and they all have plans to go to Barbara’s house for game night, but Gerald gets sick and they can no longer use the Howard residence.

“Well, I guess we should cancel,” Melissa sighs as they’re all leaving the school that day.

“What if we just came to your place?” the kindergarten teacher asks. “It’s the only other space big enough to accommodate us all.”

Begrudgingly, the second grade teacher agrees. As everyone is on their way over, she calls you.

“Hello?”

“Hey hun,” she says softly. “So… change in plans for tonight.”

“Oh? Do I get you all to myself tonight?”

“Not exactly…” the redhead trails off. “We’re moving game night to our house.”

“Oh,” you say softly, your face dropping as you thumb through papers in your office.

“Yeah,” she hums.

“I mean, I guess I can go out to dinner with my mom or something to pass the-”

“What if we just… came out? At least just to the crew,” your girlfriend suggests quietly.

You mull that option over for a few seconds. “Y-yeah. If you’re ready for that.”

“I am if you are.”

“I can pick up dinner,” you tell her. “I should be out of here by 5:30, and then I can head over to grab some food before coming home.”

“There’s…” she counts in her head. “eight of us.”

“Eight?”

“Somehow Mr. J wormed himself into this get together,” Melissa laughs softly. “Something about getting the band back together- whatever the hell that means.

Once you’re free from work, you head over to one of the nicer restaurants in the city, and because you and Melissa have become frequent flyers there, they’re able to oblige your request for a few trays of food. You leave a generous tip before packing the food into your car and making your way back to your townhouse.

Upon pulling in, you take a few deep breaths before gathering your briefcase and the food and making your way to the door.

When you push it open, all eyes are on you.

“Hey,” you sigh as you kick off your shoes and head for the kitchen table to put down all the food.

“Melissa, you didn’t tell us you have a roommate, never mind a hot one!” Ava grins.

The redhead just rolls her eyes before glaring. That glare is gone though once you make your way back into the living room and sit down next to your girlfriend.

“Hey babe,” you smile at her before kissing her cheek softly.

“Babe?” Barbara’s eyes go wide. “Melissa Ann, do you have a girlfriend?”

The redhead just smirks. “Oh, did I not mention that I am happily in a relationship and have been for two and a half years?”

“Wait a minute,” Mr. Johnson furrows his brows and looks you over. “Ain’t you one of those fancy lawyers that works at the firm down the street from Abbott?”

You nod. “Hi. I’m Y/N.” You cordially shake everybody’s hand with a kind smile.

“Wait,” Janine pieces it all together. “Is this why you moved and could afford this place? Why your meals have gotten a lot fancier, and how you could afford the clothes you wore to the dinner the other night?”

Melissa just nods. “I guess you could say… I won the lottery with this one.”

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sweet-as-an-angel · 1 year ago

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Professor Miguel O’Hara x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: University Professor Miguel, Implications of Smut, Age Gap, Secret Relationship, Teacher’s Pet Reader, Academic Manipulation, Coercion, Abuse of Power, Miguel Abusing his Spider Abilities for Nefarious Purposes, Slight Yandere Miguel, Implied Obsession, Minor Spoilers for Miguel’s Backstory, Extra Yandere Headcanons, Forced Kissing, No Pronouns Used for Reader Except ‘You’.

Miguel knows it’s wrong to want you in the way he does. You’re his best and brightest student, after all — his magnum opus: his academic pride and joy.

Problem is, that appreciation for your work ethic and your eagerness to take heavy loads of work (and eventually heavy loads of other things) charmed him. Sure, he could label you asa kiss-ass, a teacher’s pet, a sycophant, but ever since the first day he met you, he can’t help but feel your concern for him is genuine.

You always ask him how he’s doing. Every class, without fail, you stop off at his desk on your way to your seat and ask: “How are you doing today, Mr. O’Hara?” Followed by questioning some inane, specific detail he told you off-handedly a day or week prior.

You always remembered the little details. Something even Miguel finds trouble with doing; what, with his extracurricular activities as Nueva York’s one and only Spiderman.

The fact that you’re kind to him, a luxury Miguel had long since lost along with his family, strikes a chord with him.

He’s not sure when his platonic appreciation of such a hard-working student turned to something more — a rogue daydream into the lewd — but once he started, he couldn’t get enough.

Something about your unspoken submission to him – your, dare he say, desire to perform just for him, led his mind and his morals astray, left much room for interpretation and experimentation.

Choosing to believe you liked him — like-liked him — made a brand of pride bubble in his chest that he couldn’t abandon, couldn’t find a potent enough alternative to.

He starts shamelessly, yet restrainedly, flirting with you. In his own way, of course.

“I loved your paper on the configuration of water molecules and their behaviour when observed; very enlightening stuff.”

The way your face would light up, your eyes crinkling while a small, almost relieved laugh escaped you, made his chest flutter.

He thought it was pride. How little he knows for a science professor.

Eventually, this escalated into him asking you to do things for him he “Wouldn’t ordinarily ask a student to do.”

He smiles at you, eyes deceptively kind behind his slender glasses, as he watches you so intently listen, hear, for his commands.

He wonders what other things you’d do — how far you’d really go, stretch yourself (as he hopes you’d let him) — for a good grade and a positive impression.

He has a secret weapon that he knows will work on you, regardless of how momentous the task.

“I’m trusting you because you’re my favourite student.”

There it is. The activation phrase. Your heart rate quickens, your pupils blow wide and he can feel, hear, the blood rush to your cheeks as his confession settles in.

He can expect whatever it is he’s asked you to do to be complete before the time he’s set for you to do it. And all because of your eagerness to prove that you’re worthy of such a title as ‘favourite’. His favourite.

Truly, though, you are his favourite.

He feels his heart prick and his eyes search for you whenever the door to the lecture hall opens.

Only once were you unable to come to class, rendered bed-ridden by the flu, and Miguel’s heart sank.

He thought at first it was because he didn’t have your adoring eyes following him, trailing his every movement, stroking off his ego with how furiously you’d type on your laptop, take everything he said and burn it into your memory with laser-life efficiency.

But, as the lecture drew to a close, Miguel felt…concerned about you. Your well-being.

A dangerous emotion.

He cared about you. More than just an academic plaything, a task donkey; he wanted to visit you, to care for you. In ways he knew only he was capable of.

During his surveillance of the city that night, he paid you a visit as Spiderman.

Nothing so overt as to make himself known to you; rather a sideline visit as he watched you through your bedroom window.

Truly, your physical state reflected how monumental your illness was; you lay in bed, unaware of the world around you as you slept, nose tip red and eyes ringed.

He wanted to come in, to tuck you back under the blankets you’d thrashed yourself free from, to check your temperature, to be with you.

He leaves, hand coming up to the glass, wishing to breach it — and all the rules — to see you.

But alas, the next time he sees you is in class a few days later when you’re fully recovered.

As you sidle into your seat, lecture hall (uncharacteristically) devoid of Miguel, your friends lean in to tell you all that you missed.

Though, to your surprise, it’s not academic material they’re covering.

“He kept looking over here while you were gone,” came one friend, smiling. Knowing.

“Yeah,” chimes another, leaning in even closer. “And he didn’t sound like he usually does — he sounded…” They look for the right word, term, eyes sliding upwards as if the answer lay heavenward.

The cogs click, they look at you, pointing.

“Disheartened!”

Of course, your friends knew of your admiration for Miguel, often construing it as romantic attraction, but their jibes never went past a joke – purely satirical. After all, practically every student fancied Miguel.

But, that was the first indication you’d seen that Miguel didn’t just view you as another of his students. Though, you hadn’t seen the other warning signs.

Not that youd knwo this prior to dating him, but Miguel gets unbelievably hard when you call him ‘Mr. O’Hara’. Or, even better, ‘Sir’.

Something about the way you look up at him beneath your lashes, eyes filled with the desire to please him, to get on his good side and undertake any task he set for you, was akin to him having full control over you — academic and otherwise.

It just reminds him of how much power he has over you; for the first time, he feels that he has control over the elements and objects around him — an agent of fate rather than being a subject of it.

That, coupled with his secret identity as Spider Man, sends him on a power trip that often leads him to relieving himself of his growing burden in the privacy of his own four walls, your name laced between the groaning, the panting, the moaning; the only comprehensible instrument in his orchestra.

And, when you eventually start dating, he takes his frustrations out on you.

He makes low, raspy threats when he wants something.

“I’ll lower your grade,” he says, sliding his belt from the loops of his trousers.

The blood draining from your face, your widened stare, your mouth dropping open, make his pants feel tight. Tighter. Goosebumps erupt across his skin.

“Or,” he offers, folding the belt and holding it by the ends. He slaps the belt’s body against itself, sending a crack through the room. You flinch.

“You can be a good little student and earn your grade.”

‘Earning’ often ends with you panting and red and wet, while Miguel watches you between half-lidded, reddened eyes, contact lenses long abandoned, his true nature no longer an enigma to you.

Unfortunately for you.

Extra Yandere Headcanons:

Once you discover Miguel’s true identity, both as Spiderman and a monster, you can never leave.

And not just because you’d be endangering both yourself and him if you ever told anyone.

Miguel, quite simply, cannot live without you. And the thought that you would try to escape him is, despite his intelligence, baffling.

His delusion has blinded him, made him privy only to any positive opinion of him you may have, ignoring your reservations. Invalidating them.

If you ever do make the mistake of trying to leave, Miguel knows he cannot let you have the chance of making it again.

“Can’t risk you getting out, Darling,” he says, placing the finishing knots on the threads of his neon web, keeping your arms constricted behind your back. It’s nigh-impossible to breathe; the likelihood of you breaking your ribs against the pull of the web a certainty rather than you managing to burst it open with any manoeuvre.

He kneels before you, taking your cheek in his hand.

With fleeting defiance, you pull yourself from his grasp, only to see him bear his teeth, fangs and all, and growl. His hands snake about your cheek, your throat, and pull you to him.

“No-one will ever love you like I do,” he rasps. Before you can anticipate, his lips are on yours, parted, tongue lapping at the inside of your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, knowing better than to bite him.

His iron grip on your wrists from last time still haven’t healed.

You daren’t close your eyes for fear that doing so will leave you any more vulnerable than you already are.

Only when he’s breathless does he pull back, eyes half-lidded and gleaming. You can tell he’s angling for something more in the way his hand drops to your shoulder, his eyes sweeping across your collarbones.

But, luckily for you, the two of you know he can’t indulge in you just yet. Not while he has you bound in his basement and a class of students awaiting his arrival.

“I’ll be back for you later,” he says, still panting, forehead pressed to yours. His smile, once pointed and serpentine, is incongruously soft compared to the current circumstances. His lips gentle as he presses a kiss to your forehead. His eyes shimmer with a tenderness that often overtook him in moments of great need – of great “love”, as he’d characterise it.

With a tight, embrace, he parts from you. His shirt is an almost blinding white against the light pouring in from the hallway, the basement door now wide open. He retrieves his glasses from his breast pocket, slips them on. His eyes are unreadable, coloured brown with contact lenses which seemed to conceal his inhumanity from all except you.

“Sit tight, Sweetie,” he tells you. And you are plunged once again into darkness with only the dim glow of his web to accompany you.

And, just like the good, obedient student you are, you obey. For you have no other choice.

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bratphilia · 1 year ago

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his bunny (w. afton x reader)

request: "hii!! i have been obsessed with your lillard!afton fics lately and i just have to ask you to write another. i was wondering if you could do something like afab! reader is a student in college and william is her engineering professor? she is purposefully failing his class just to get his attention and some “extra credit”. but little does she know william has been obsessed with her ever since she stepped foot in his class. if it helps, teachers pet by melanie martinez could have a huge influence on this. thank you so so much!! ♡♡"

note: thank you so much, i'm glad you've been enjoying the content i've been putting out! fun fact i was obsessed with this song when k-12 first came out. also professor!william has been on my mind recently so i'm glad you requested this!! the e-mail section is a little awkward because i absolutely hate using "y/n"

pairing: steve raglan / william afton x reader

tags: age gap (reader is college age 18-21 and william is 45-50), creepy and stalking behavior from william, oral sex (m receiving), facial, dirty talk, slut-shaming, mean dom!william, desk sex

engineering. your worst class. not because you were bad at it or anything. it was all your professor.

and no, not because he's a bad teacher either. he's just so fucking hot it makes your brain go fuzzy every time he speaks. he lectures with his large hands enthusiastically. he always wears some form of purple on him, whether it's a tie or his slacks. everything about him is so intoxicating.

but he's never noticed you.

not when you try to catch his eye before and after class. not when you greet him with a "good morning, sir." and every time you've attended his office hours, a fucking ta helps you every single time. it's making you go crazy, not getting what you want.

you even started to wear increasingly skimpier outfits. you always stick to a theme of a sexy school girl, even going as far enough to buy more short skirts and thigh high socks or leg warmers. the buttons of the blouses you wear paired with them are always unbuttoned just to show a peak of cleavage. you ignore the hungry and curious eyes of your other peers as you walk by them; it's not their attention you want. still, you feel a little silly putting in all this effort just for him to barely grumble a reply back to you at your futile efforts to talk to him.

so you put a plan in action. you either purposefully turn in every piece of homework late and answer most, if not all, the questions of your quizzes and mid-term until you're sure you're at the very bottom of the class grades-wise.

in fact, you wake up the day after your mid-term to an e-mail from professor raglan. the subject was titled "Meeting Request" with your name addressed at the beginning.

"I would like to arrange a meeting with you to discuss the current state of your progress in my class. After your most recent assessment and previous assignments, I'm concerned about your future in my class if you continue the pattern I am seeing reflected in your work. Let me know if tonight at 5:00pm works for you.

Thank you,

Professor Raglan"

any regular person's heart would have sunk to the pit of their stomach if they received that e-mail. however, you are not a normal person. your heart fucking soars. you immediately jump to respond in confirmation.

professor raglan knows better than to get caught up with students, but he just can't help it! you're too beautiful to ignore.

the craziest part is he knows what game you're playing. the outfits that reflect nothing but a stereotypical, sexy school girl you would see in a porn video. and especially the way your grades have dropped recently, when you started off being one of the brightest students in his class.

over time, he noticed your lack of participation in class. at first, he chalked it up to something more serious, like personal issues. and then he noticed those lingering stares, the way you chew your pen, twirl your hair, and rub your thighs together. he knows exactly what you're doing, and he's been ignoring you on purpose. he wants you to chase after him, to let him know what you really want, but you just won't. he partially doesn't blame you either, it would be highly inappropriate for a student to engage that way towards their professor. so he ignores you during class. he barely acknowledges the way you've tried to grab his attention.

steve more than reciprocates your feelings. in fact, he's probably more enamored with you than you can possible imagine. he has all your homework, your essays, even your mid-term saved digitally in a folder, with your name as the title, on his computer. he reads looks over them when he's taking a break from grading as a way to detox, which sometimes ends up in him masturbating thinking about you. he loves to read the failed work from his dumb little bunny.

he even followed you home once. he kept close distance away from you, hiding in the shadows of every corner you turned. it's the william in him that wants that does the stalking, he convinces himself. the hyde to his jekyll; his true self coming to show in the role he plays of an average college professor, a totally normal guy with a few quirks.

your room, conveniently let him catch a peep of you touching yourself, and you swore you saw you mouth the word 'professor' when you brought yourself to orgasm.

and so he decides to play your little game. after all, you created the perfect opportunity for him, and he's going to take the bait.

steve sits at his desk, grading the rest of the mid-term papers, while he awaits your arrival. your own paper is sitting separate from the other stack, easily accessible so the two of you can get straight to "talking" about it as soon as possible.

he hears a tell-tale knock at his door, and he tries not to answer with a smile in his voice as he calls out, "come in."

you open the door gingerly, and it takes everything in him not to eye you up and down, but at first glance he knows you're in your usual get-up. it's a pretty little number; white, short-sleeved blouse, black pleated skirt that stops around mid-thigh, and white socks that reach just above your knees. you smile at him, hands clasped behind your back, puffing forward your chest slightly.

"good evening, professor raglan," you say in an oh-so innocent tone, "you wanted to speak with me?"

god, the way you call him professor goes straight to his cock. "yes. sit down," he tells you, gesturing towards the chair in front of his desk.

you sit down and your professor clasps his hands, leaning back in his chair. "i hope my e-mail didn't worry you. this will be quick."

he watches your face fall at his last few words and he has to bite back his amusement. "you see," he starts, taking your paper and pretending to look at your paper, "you didn't answer a single thing correctly. everything was wrong. it's funny, because i've heard nothing but good reports from the ta's that have helped you during office hours."

you lean closer as he continues. a plethora of excuses come to mind, none of which seem adequate for the situation he's putting it. "so i'm just wondering, how dumb do you think i am?"

your mouth slightly falls open. that was not the reaction you intended to invoke from him. "i—i can explain, i just need more—"

he rolls his eyes. "don't give me that. i'm not an idiot like you clearly are."

if anyone else had called you an idiot, you would have been offended, but from him? it goes straight to your pussy.

you purse your lips and rub your thighs together, waiting for him to continue to berate you. "is it extra credit you want?"

"yes, professor," you answer.

"then get on your knees, slut."

he rolls his chair back to make room for you and watches as you make your way in front of him. you get on your knees as he instructed, waiting expectantly.

"do i have to do everything for you?" he sighs in faux disappointment. he loves your shocked reaction that this is even really happening to you. "you wanted this so take my cock out."

"no, professor," you mumble, reaching for the buttons of his slacks. there's an obvious bulge tenting in his pants that almost makes you salivate.

you pull out his cock from his boxers and he shivers at how cold your hands are. you must be freezing wearing that outfit, he realizes. and, fuck, are your hands so much smaller that his. you begin by pumping him and then reach to kitten lick his tip.

you start to suck on the tip and he sucks air between his teeth sharply. it feels like heaven but he can't take your teasing anymore. he grasps your hair, making a make shift ponytail, and guides your mouth to slowly lower down on his cock. you moan around him causing a pleasurable vibration. he continues to use your hair as a way to control your mouth moving in a slow, up and down motion.

"ah — shit — stay still for me, yeah, baby?" he asks breathlessly. you do as he says, keeping your neck still as he begins to thrust into your mouth.

he bucks into you, grunting about what a "tight mouth you have" and how "you're such a dirty whore for your professor." you moan around his cock at his words, only encouraging his movements. the gurgling and gawk noises coming from your throat make him impossibly harder. the grasp on your hair becomes tighter and his thrusts more erratic. he's close.

before steve comes, he moves your mouth off and begins pumping himself. you watch him eagerly as he never breaks eye contact from you. when he does, it's when he shuts his eyes and groans, spurts of his come painting your face, your neck, and top.

you look so beautiful like this, he thinks, but it comes out as, "you look like such a messy whore."

you blush and lick the ejaculate around your mouth. steve grabs your hand and pulls you to your feet. you feel a little unstable but he's pushing you face forward against his desk. he lifts your skirt, which he doesn't bother taking off, only to reveal your thong. of course.

"were you expecting this?" he asks with a chuckle. he pulls your thong and lets it snap against your ass, making you yelp.

"no, but i came prepared," you say boldly.

he tsks. "such a slut."

steve prods his cock at your entrance, making you wiggle your hips when he slides it up and down your slit. you wish he would just stick it in already, but he's bent on teasing you until you can't take it anymore. he wants you to beg for him.

he moves your hair to the side to whisper in your ear. "tell me what you want, bunny."

you whimper at the close proximity. you can feel his beard brushing against your cheek. "need your cock, sir. been wanting it for awhile."

"oh, i know," he says, and you can feel the smile spreading across his face. "just wanted to hear you say it."

with that he presses inside of you, filling you up inch by inch, agonizingly slow. you whine desperately, wanting more. your fingers dig into the desk. he slips out for a moment and slams back in, filling you to the hilt. from that point forward, he starts thrusting at gradually faster pace.

the room is obscenely filled with the sounds of both of your pants and the sounds of skin slapping against skin. he punctuates every thrust with a degrading phrase. it gets you even hotter.

before you know it you're close. clawing behind you, desperate to grab something, he takes both of your hands and holds them against the desk, giving a flurry of hard, fast thrusts. moans and whines tumble from your lips as you feel your body completely captured by an orgasm that makes you weak in the knees.

steve pulls out and comes on your back with a groan himself, incoherently slurring words of "whore" "slut" and "dumb bunny." he buries his face in the crook of your neck, attitude completely doing a 360.

"you did so well for me, sweetheart."

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chocochannie · 1 year ago

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Soft touches

☆Theodore Nott x gn!reader, fluff

English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes!!

It was friday evening. You were heading to the library as usual. At this time, there weren't many students, so you could peacefully read. Stepping into a big dark room with many shelves filled with old books and candles flying everywhere, you smelled a familiar scent. God, how you loved this place.

As you sat at your usual seat in the back of the library and opened your book, you heard footsteps getting closer to you. You looked up and saw Theodore Nott.

You didn't talk much to him, but you were crushing on him for ages but wouldn't admit it, even to your best friend or even yourself. He was more like the quiet type of person. He didn't speak much, and you always wondered why he was friends with Draco and Mattheo. They were the complete opposite, loud, outgoing, mean, and always partying. Theo is kindhearted, he may seem scary and imitating, but that's far from the truth.

"Hi, is this seat taken?" He said, pointing to the seat beside you.

The library is almost empty, why would he want to sit here?

"Not at all, go ahead." You said slightly smiling at him.

He sat down and took out a sketchbook from his bag. You didn't know he liked to draw. You tried to subtly look at his drawings as he flipped the pages.

The sketchbook was filled with beautiful landscapes, animals, and portraits of people you've never seen before but also of his friends, even some teachers. They were mostly drawn with pencils, but some of them, especially landscapes, were painted. They were absolutely beautiful. You've been so caught up in admiring his work that you didn't see that he noticed this.

"Well.. I know it might sound weird, but could you pose for me? I mean, it's totally fine if not, but you look so pretty right now, and I'd love to capture this.. gosh, that sounded creepy, I'm sorry." He said.

It really caught you off guard but didn't fail to make you blush slightly.

"Don't be sorry. Thank you, and yeah, I could do that. Should I move?" You said hoping he wouldn't notice how nervous you are.

"Not really, just do this..." he said, taking your hand in his and moving it to your face. His cold finger tips brushing against your cheek.

His hand was so soft. His gorgeous eyes were looking straight into yours. How could you be so madly in love with him?

You didn't move a muscle as he started drawing you. His blue eyes scanning every inch of you. The only thing you could hear was the rain outside. You were as focused on him as he was on you. His dark curls falling onto his forehead, his pale skin that reminded you of the moon, his sleepy bright eyes, his soft pink lips, his long, skinny fingers. All this made you fall for him, he was breathtaking.

He finally finished and showed you the drawing.

"Here it is. It's not perfect but I hope you'll like it" he said handing it to you.

It was marvelous, he drew you exactly how you look like, added every little detail.

"You can keep it, sorry I have to go, I promised Draco I'll help him with his assignment." Right after he spoke, he rushed out of the library. You didn't even have time to thank him.

Sighing you stood up, but the piece of paper fell. You picked it up and saw text on the back.

"Would you like to go to hogsmeade on a date with me? I think im falling for you more every day."

You also think you're falling for him more everyday, if that's even possible.

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loverickyys · 5 months ago

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. ݁𖦹₊ ⊹ Professor Hanbin!

minors dni (answering an ask by anon, can't include it unfortunately!)

- frankly speaking you were not a bad student. always able to keep up with the burden of assignments in uni but it all changed when your psychology professor had to leave mid semester, a younger professor coming in to substitute him.

- you never thought the new professor will turn out to be so hot that from being a top scorer your grades will plummet so badly, all due to him of course.

- don't get it wrong, hanbin is a great teacher. he listens well, he never discourages anyone, helping everyone around with his ever pure and angelic smile. in your eyes he is literally an epitome of gorgeous.

- and that's where the problem starts. he is so hot and pretty that all you can do is stare at awe, blushing when he smiles back at you so beautifully or your stomach exploding in butterflies when he bends down slightly against you to help you with a question.

- no wonder all you think about before, during and after his class is him. your head is filled with him. hanbin, hanbin, hanbin cluttering in your mind even at a glance of him.

- exam season comes and you fail badly. (who else can be blamed other than your sexy professor of course). while distributing the results hanbin's eyebrows furrow with disappointment as he asks you to stay back after the class to have a chat. the sadness from the awful result already vanishing as your heart beats with excitement getting to spend some time alone with him.

- "i wouldn't lie to you. i am pretty disappointed, you were among the top students earlier the semester. makes me wonder if my teaching methods are not helpful to you. do you need any help, you can always ask me." hanbin sighs, leaning back on his desk with you standing in front of him. the class is empty and only the soft music he plays during the sessions can be heard in the background. he looks displeased and confused, staring at you for some reason.

- you look in his deep black eyes. he is looking even sexier today, wearing a white shirt, left unbuttoned to show his tattoos, brown trousers that fit make his thighs look delectable and glasses sitting at the bridge of his nose.

- "it's not my fault professor, you are always distracting me." you smile a little, a weird confidence overtaking you (probably directed by the horniness you feel looking at him) as you stand up straighter coming on his eye level. hand moving slowly to pop open a button of your pink blouse to show some cleavage.

- hanbin gulps slightly seeing your movements, eyes not so shyly going to your boobs. "i am not sure what you mean by that. and if it's what i am thinking it is, i'll have to say that is highly inappropriate of you." he tries to fight back. he has now rolled up the sleeves oh shirt, hand flying to open another of his shirt's button as if to mimic your actions.

- you know he is clearly not backing away. pushing yourself more you lean towards him, palm coming in contact with his chest, your index finger tracing the lines of his tattoo. "and what are you going to do hanbin, report me? you want this too, accept it."

- there is a glint of surprise in hanbin's eyes but he regains his composure almost immediately. smirking as he grabs your chin pulling you closer, lips inches away from you. his arm wraps strongly around your waist, trapping you in his hold. "what do you want? just say it" he scoffs and let's go of you leaving you a little frustrated with the want to connect your lips together and taste him. your thighs rub uncomfortably, panties sticking due to how wet it feels underneath your white skirt.

- "i want you to pass me in this exam" you cross your hands across your chest. hanbin chuckles darkly, eyes now filled with lust. "and why would I do love?" he smiles at you, taking off his glasses and putting them on the desk. "because if you do i'll let you use me as your personal cumslut, professor"

- he doesn't need to be told twice, picking you up immediately, nails digging in your thighs as you yelp and hold on to his shoulders. he throws you on his desk not caring about the mess he is making. "you really shouldn't be talking like that you know?" he grabs you by the neck pulling you in for a messy and rough kiss, tongue sliding in your mouth instantly. your hands tug at his hair pulling him closer and closer while his pry your legs open, now standing between them.

- you let go to catch your breath, a string of saliva between you both as hanbin attaches his lips to your neck, nibbling and sucking harshly. you moan at the sensation and feel one of his hands sneakingly going inside your skirt and underwear. his fingers excitedly rub circles at your clothed core and he slips his index inside your hole, hooking it up and teasing your sweet spot. "fuck i- hanbin i-" you groan out as he fingers you slowly. "cat got your tongue now huh?" he teases you adding another finger.

- the way his fingers move in and out of you and the added pleasure of his mouth marking your neck and collarbone has you cumming in no time. he helps you ride the orgasm, cooing at how pretty you look practically screaming his name. he pulls out his fingers to pop them in his mouth, groaning in satisfaction at your taste before taking them out and pushing them in your mouth for you to suck on.

- you suck on his fingers delicately then instantly drop on you knees to return the favor. looking up at hanbin as he stares at you with pure lust and awe in his eyes. "let me help you professor" you give him an innocent smile and unzip his trousers. there is a patch on his boxers, cock begging to be freed from its confinements. you palm him gently as he grabs your hand. "don't be a tease now love" he says and you follow his orders, pulling his boxers down with the trousers. cock slapping at his stomach, tip red leaking with precum. it looks pretty just like he does all the time. your mouth waters as you lick a big stripe from the top to the bottom of his cock, sucking the tip lightly.

- hanbin grunts when you take him fully, mouth wrapped around him and hands playing with his balls. your tongue swirls around his cock, loving his taste. "you are such a whore, aren't you love" he groans in pleasure fingers tugging your head as he starts to fuck your mouth. you moan around him, the degradation making you rub your thighs together. you take whatever he gives you, now speeding up as tears well in your eyes, spit gathering at your chin.

- hanbin cums with a low groan, eyes blown, shirt all messed up, not letting your mouth leave his cock for one bit. when he is done he lets go off your hair and pulls you back. you still sit on the floor diligently, opening your mouth to show him you have swallowed everything. he smiles, his whisper dimples showing at his cheeks, "such a good girl, my little cumslut. consider your grades up love." you smile back at him, never been more satisfied.

(Had to repost because my account likes to get on my nerves sometimes :)

#zb1 smut #zerobaseone smut #zb1 hard hours #zb1 hanbin #sung hanbin smut #sung hanbin #zerobaseone hard hours #hanbin smut #hanbin hard hours #hanbin x reader #skyasks🪐

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hannieehaee · 7 days ago

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hiii!! so i actually just miserably failed my exam that i studied WEEKS for 😭 but my friends were waiting for me in front of my class and i started crying as soon as i saw them

i’m still kinda sad about it so i was wondering if you could write a short blurb with any of svt, where reader fails their exam like me and is really upset about it and it’s kinda fluff/angst

in honor of finals week too 🙏

their s/o failing an exam

content: established relationship, mentions of failed exam, student!reader, mentions of crying, etc.

wc: 1003

a/n: im so sorry that happened anon :( i hope you're feeling better about it and dont stress too much about it!!<3 also im so sorry omg i didnt realize this want a request for a reaction until after i wrote it 😭

masterlist

seungcheol -

his first reaction would be a consolation gift for you. he knows you so well he'd be able to provide you with the perfect gift to make you feel at least a little bit better. other than that, he'd curse out the teacher (in private lol), annoyed that they didn't know hard work when they saw it. he'd do his best to make you laugh and just forget about the exam at least for the rest of the night, wanting you to finally relax after the weeks you'd spent studying.

jeonghan -

he has every expression of your face memorized, so he'd know right away that you failed your exam. he'd be soooo comforting and nice to you, which would just get you to want to sulk even more lol. he wouldn't mind, though. he loves being a source of comfort for you, so he'd spend the rest of the day reassuring you and insulting that dumb stupid exam and that idiotic useless class!!

joshua -

he'll get a little sassy as he complained about your class and your teacher, not able to understand how you could've possibly failed when you'd spent weeks preparing for it. however, he'd put these complaints aside to make sure you didn't wallow in the feeling of having tanked an exam. he'd want to reassure you that one failed exam meant nothing and that you were way more than some dumb exam.

jun -

would kind of baby you about it. not really baby you, but he'd become the embodiment of comfort and reassurance, insisting on putting aside any stress the exam had formed and take care of you for the rest of the day so you could unwind and just be calm after all the time you'd spent working overtime in preparation for the exam. would maybe even get annoyed at the teacher who gave out the test, wondering what more they could possibly expect from you, the hardest working person he knows?

soonyoung -

he'd cry along with you. it'd be almost as if he was the one who failed the exam. nothing hurts him more than your sadness, so he'd just be crying as he whined at you to not cry bc he loved you and bc you'd do better next time and bc you were super smart and capable and one exam could not get rid of that. it'd be a funny image - just the two of you in an endless cycle of crying and comforting each other.

wonwoo -

he'd feel genuinely sad along with you. he would've been your biggest supporter as you prepared for this exam, so he'd know first-hand how hard you worked and how much it meant to you. would act in whichever way you needed. if you wanted to build a game plan to build your grades back up, he'd be right there forming a schedule with you. if you wanted to sulk and forget about it, he'd be ordering your favorite food and helping you into your pjs.

jihoon -

he'd be so confused at first. like how could they fail you? how, when he'd seen first-hand how long and how hard you'd worked to prepare for it? he might even get misguided frustration at whoever was in charge of that class, claiming they clearly played their students, bc if you failed then everyone else must've done way worse by a landslide.

seokmin -

he'd kind of go into a motherly role lol. he'd cocoon you in your favorite blanket, get your favorite pjs, your favorite snacks, etc. would do everything in his power to get your mind off the exam at least for the rest of the night so you could unwind from all the hard work you'd done to prepare for it.

mingyu -

would be genuinely annoyed and frustrated at the exam, the class, the teacher, the ta, you name it. would somehow be even more upset and frustrated than you. however, he'd put all this aside to ensure he was there for you, comforting you and ensuring you that one failed exam meant nothing in the grand scheme of things. you'd still be his super smart s/o that he's obsessed with!!

minghao -

he knows what it's like to work super hard and do everything possible to perform as good as humanly possible and having it not pay off for some reason, so he would completely empathize with you. would feel so apologetic, swearing up and down that this was just one exam and that you were still so smart and hardworking and that all your efforts would pay off next time.

seungkwan -

he's your number one supporter and cheerleader. he would've prepared a whole mini celebration for the aftermath of your exam, never once considering the possibility you could fail (bc in his eyes that was impossible lmao). he'd have to backtrack and make up new plans in order to comfort you at the unexpected aftermath. would coo and whine and cry with you, acknowledging and agreeing with all your feelings and complaints about how things played out.

vernon -

he'll do his best to physically show up for you, maybe even waiting outside your class or parked in his car as he waits for you. will know immediately upon seeing the look on your face that you'd failed and would act accordingly. doesn't want to make a big deal about it in order to not make you feel worse, so he'd opt to take you back home and let you indulge in whatever you want as he spends quality time with you, putting the failed exam in the back of your mind.

chan -

assimilates your mood without even realizing it. if you cried, he'd cry too. if you sulked, he'd be right there with you. if you got angry, he'd get furious. he'd feel all your emotions, just a little extra more bc he has to see his super smart, super hardworking s/o suffer through not performing as well as expected; something which he can totally relate to.

#seventeen x reader #seventeen fanfic #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen oneshot #svt reactions #seventeen reactions

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blahblahblees · 11 months ago

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hey!!! i was thinking about fem!reader x cole water, something like an enemies/rivals to lovers. they’re both very competitive in class and in sports. but, when cole gets injured, he stops caring about school. now, i don’t know how to continue, maybe reader goes to his house to ask him after he fails or smth and they have a fight that ends with him confessing? idk do your thing!! lots of love

ヽ｀、☁ヽ｀─── swim ミ cole walter

✎ ·˚ ༘ ─── two headstrong rivals who’ve always been competitive in everything they do suddenly stop and when push comes to shove, maybe they’ll fall in love.

wc: 1,125

cole walter x fem!reader (use of she/her pronouns & use of y/l (your last name))

tw: kissing/making out (?)

a/n: shit description from me i’m sorry 🙏. but i wanna say before reading, this prompt leans more towards the book version of cole so that’s what was in my head when writing :)

THERE WAS something about Cole Walter that irritated and intrigued her all at the same time. The way he had this “don’t care” attitude, but had been well off to have at least a “B” in all of his classes. He was Cole Walter and he had been the one people eyed in the hallways. The one guy people wanted to be with and couldn’t have unless he looked your way.

And before his injury, the two of you were always neck and neck. It didn’t matter what the topic or subject was, the two of you just had to be better than the other. If you wanted a “A” in math, he would do his best to make an “A+” just to irk you. If he wanted to run laps around the track, you’d join in and out run him by a mile.

But that was before the injury. Before he came an even bigger asshole, which you didn’t think was possible. Something had shifted after the incident and he’d simply changed. He stopped caring about the sports, the academics, the feelings, almost stopped caring about himself it seemed.

And he just pushed people away, he wanted nothing to do with some people, and maybe that’s why the “Cole Effect” had worked so well. You’d be considered lucky if Cole Walter wanted something to do with you, even if it meant for one night.

But things seemed to never go right for Cole. He started failing and if he continued on this path he would repeating his junior year.

And his teachers assigned him to a tutor for every class and she just so happened to be one of them.

She would tutor Cole for science, but none of it seemed to stick. No matter how often they met for the tutoring session, Cole would only come back to her with “D’s” and “F’s” which she didn’t understand. She was a star student herself, so she didn’t quite understand how or why Cole was failing. It looked bad on the both of them and it seemed as if Cole just didn’t care.

So, one night, she decide that she would take matters into her own hands and simply as him why.

She knocked on the door of the Walter’s and on the other side stood Jackie Howard, a small smile on her face as she looked over at the girl.

“Hey.” Jackie smiled.

“Hey.” She replied. “Is Cole home?”

Jackie nodded, opening the door to allow her inside. “He’s upstairs. His room his the first door you see when you’re up there.”

She thanked Jackie and made her way upstairs and gently knocked on the door.

There was shuffling on the other side, but the door opened and Cole stood on the other side, his shirt absent and his shorts hanging absolutely too low, but he was in his room alone, so she couldn’t quite complain.

“What are you doing here, Y/L?”

“Can we talk?”

Cole rested his hands on the doorknob, his body pressed against the frame of the door. “About?”

She sighed deeply. “You keep failing and your grades are reflecting on my tutoring. So I was just wondering-“

“I appreciate you tutoring me.” Cole said, cutting her off. “I really do, but it’s clearly not working. So maybe we should just-“

“It’s wasn’t like this before.” She said. “You’re smart, Cole. I know you. You’ve gotten better grades than I have out of spite. All I’m asking you to do is to try and… study, listen to me when I’m tutoring you-“

“And if I don’t?”

She looked up at him. She was growing angry. Why was he cutting her short? Why wasn’t he trying?

“What’s your problem?” She asked. “Have I done something to you?”

“Not at all, Y/L.” He said calmly. “But it’s getting late, so maybe you should head back home.”

With that, Cole shut his door and she stood on the other side of it, looking at the wooden piece with her brows furrowed.

It was 8:30.

So, she opened the door and slammed it shut behind her as she stood in Cole and Danny’s room. The other twin absent.

“Can I help you?” He asked.

“What’s wrong you?” She asked. “All semester you’ve been failing every class, haven’t joined any extra curriculars, and have done nothing to fix that. I’m trying my best to be nice and tutor you. I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you’ve been nothing but an asshole since-“

“Since what, Y/L?” He asked, his hands pressed against the desk, his muscles flexing as he did so. “Since the accident?” He chuckled. “I had a scholarship. I had football. I don’t have any of that now, so what’s the point?”

“The point is to keep trying.”

Cole shrugged. “I still don’t see the point.”

Her expression softened as she looked at him. "The point is, you're worth more than that. You have potential, Cole. You just need to find your purpose, something that drives you."

"I don't know anymore," Cole said, his tone defeated. "Everything I thought I knew, everything I thought I wanted, it's all gone."

“You don’t need to figure all of that out right now.”

Cole looked down at her, his eyes searching hers. He heavily sighed as he began to think. Why was she the first person to actually talk some sense into him? Out of everyone, it’d been her to make him almost feel seen.

So, he stepped forward, cupping his hands onto her cheeks and gently pressed his lips against hers. It was a soft, tender kiss at first, as though he was testing the waters to see if she would respond.

Cole pulled back, his forehead resting against hers.

“I’m not going to be one of your girls, Cole.” She muttered.

“You’re not.” He said. “I’m sorry… I- I’ll try. I’ll start trying. I just one chance.”

She followed his eyes, trying to see if he’d been lying or that it was some sort of false hope.

But she couldn’t see it, no matter how hard she looked, nothing but a chance had been there.

So, she nodded and pressed forward, gently pressing her lips against his.

This time, the kiss was more passionate, their lips moving together with more urgency. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as his hands ran through her soft hair.

She let out a soft moan as the kiss deepened, her own hands running over his muscular chest as she pressed herself against him.

They pulled away for a moment, panting and grinning at each other.

“We’ll just take things slow for now, okay?” She said.

Cole nodded. “I can do that.”

— lucy has something to say !!

the book and movie are simply not the same

but anyway, i feel like this is kind of all over the place especially towards the end but its down so that’s all that matters.

my request are opened!

you can check out my rules and such before requesting and checking masterlist to see who i write for, for more!

#cole walter #cole walter imagines #cole walter x reader #cole walter x fem!reader #my life with the walter boys #mlwtwb #my life with the walter boys imagines #mlwtwb imagines #imagines #writing #blurbs #wips #netflix #netflix imagines

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insomniactic-daydream · 5 months ago

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Prove It - Bakugo x Reader

Bakugo x Support Course Shoto's Twin Sister Reader (Pt.1)

Summary: Bakugo is a absolute perfectionist so he needs the best support items he can get. It just so happens that one of his bigger opponents in class has a even smarter support course sister

After Bakugo's failed assignation attempt on Midoriya, Bakugo found himself with now two useless gauntlets. Although the design was almost flawless and the gauntlets did what it intended, Bakugo felt they weren't perfect. So off to the support course he went.

"HAah?! What do you mean a 1st year extra has to do it!? The hell are you here for then!" The blonde yells in aggravation that support gear were not in fact handled by the teacher rather the newbies that need experience.

"I'm paid to teach students. Not to single handedly fix the hero course stuff every time they abuse thier gear", the support course teacher Power Loader says sternly. Bakugo tenses up in anger but remains silent, knowing the teacher wasn't entirely wrong.

"However if you're desperate for some talent I suppose I can point you towards some of my students that show more potential and you won't scare off too easily" the teacher says with a sigh.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY!?" Bakugo yells but is completely ignored as the teach walks to open the support classroom doors.

"Hastume! Are you-" the teacher unable to finish his sentence as a gear disk comes flying toward the door. Bakugo glares at the teacher and glaringly says no.

A quick "Sorry Sensei !" is heard from what Bakugo can only assume is Hastume as the teacher sighs.

"Seems like Hastume has her hands full how about hmm... Y/n!" The teacher calls out for the girl.

Bakugo scans the room to see any response to who Y/n might be. Instantly his eyes connect with a girl with black hair and piercing blue eyes.

(It'll make sense later trust.)

A soft but dull "Yes, Sensei?" comes out of the support course student's mouth as bakugo wonders why you look familiar.

"Looks like you've got your first customer. I trust you can consult him and give him the support gear he needs. This is you're next week assignment grade, so I trust you take this seriously. However, lunch is about to start, so start packing your things and dicuss it over the lunch period." The teacher says.

Y/n gives a firm nod with no further curiosity or protest. "Yes sir," she says. She then start grabbing her things and so do the rest of the students. Once she grabs her things she's able to look at the tall blonde beside her.

"Hello, I'm Y/n Todoroki, but Y/n is fine." Y/n says with a straight face as she pulls out her hand to shake while realization hits Bakugo but he regains composure.

"Tch, whatever just because you're some child nepo prodigy like you're brother, doesn't mean I'm impressed." He says as he grips his backpack straps avoiding the hand Y/n displayed.

Y/n drops her hand finding a new offense to his comment. "I'm not my brother, and by no means my father. A powerful quirk is one thing but I have been making gadgets since I was 6. Support course student's only have one entrance exam not by recommendation. I got here on my own talent. Not by my name."

"You don't want my help then fine, but you won't find someone to listen to your hot headed remarks and can actually do your support gear justice." Y/n says sternly as she begins walking away from the boy.

The boy grits his teeth before shouting.

"Dammit wait! You're teacher won't fix my shit and I don't know how soon I need my gear. If you're any good I need this done and perfected ASAP. If you're so talented then prove it." He grumbles in defeat but he's desperate to get them fix, having the company UA hire would take too long.

Y/n turns around and smirks at the boy victoriously. A completely one eighty personality comparison to your twin brother.

"Well then is a pleasure starting business with you..?" Y/n says as she sticks out her hand again to test the boy's resilience.

"Katsuki Bakugo. Don't wear it out extra." He says as he reluctantly shakes the girl's hand.

(Part 2)

First Fic. I've had this idea/story for the longest time. My writings kinda crap to what my brain be thinking tho so sorry bout that 😭.

#bakugou katsuki #x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #mha bakugo #mha #mha bakugou

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flowershines · 11 months ago

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you’re not mine

summary: reader gets bullied by character since childhood but ever since they are in the same friend group things changed.

warnings: smut, alcohol, blood, bullying, shower sex, fighting, drinking, party, small wounds, boners, unprotected sex (lmk if i missed any)

Not proof read

“Why are you even here Y/n?” The boy sitting next to you asks as tiny bodies filled every open space around you both, he opened his mouth smirking as he finished his sentence “No wonder you are sitting by yourself, who would want to be sitting with someone like you.” laughs filled the room while tears threatened to fall from your eyes and roll down your small face. Looking down he lifted your face up by your chin using his pointer finger looking into your watery and blurred eyes, he laughed at your embarrassed state just before he pushed his pointer finger deeper into your chin then pushing your head to the side making you look at all the kids around you, giggling at the way he treated you. Hearing the bell ring you immediately shot up grabbing your lunchbox, speed walking to the bathrooms hoping that no one was following you close enough to follow you in the bathrooms with you. Peeking into the bathrooms you walked in seeing no one slowly walking into one of the stalls as the tears that threatened to fall was now a dark spot on your favorite shirt, the tears poured down your face as you placed some toilet paper onto the toilet seat. Sitting down you opened your lunch box picking up the sandwich your mom had made for you looking down into your lunchbox a tear had fallen in it, making a quiet noise which pulled you out of your trance picking up the sandwich and taking a bite out of it.

“Y/n?” Picking your head up to look at the teacher, you had previously been looking at the floor staring off into space. “The answer to number 3?” Looking down at your paper you told him what the answer was on your paper while he nodded and proceeded to finish his teaching, calling on other students. “You okay?” Your friend Yuna asked as worry started to display on her face while she looked at you waiting for your answer, you nodded “Just in my thoughts, but everything is okay.” relief filled her body “Promise?” a smile started to form as she never failed to lift your mood. “Pinky.” Yuna had always been there for you when you both were little and the kids picked on you, especially Jay. He had always picked on you even if it was for the smallest thing, but no matter what he did you always went home wiping your tears while walking off the bus and running to your mothers arms. She would always ask how your day at school was, it was always the same response ‘good’. You never told her how he would pick on you because you didn't want her to worry. From a young age you always wanted to be more mature and hoped that when you grew older people’s opinions wouldn’t matter to you, but since you were always a sensitive kid, going home crying from the kids words you never grew out of accepting people’s opinions. You tried your best to look at least normal so that way you fit in, trying the new styles, having the new toys, everything. But no matter how hard you tried, nothing worked. You knew you were an easy target from the moment you started to eat your lunch in the bathrooms, hiding from all the other kids or when someone would walk into the bathrooms your heart would pound out of your chest waiting and anticipating for the worst to happen.

“Class dismissed” The man in front of class exclaims causing all the students in the chairs to start picking up their bags and heading out of the doors as you grabbed your bag holding your papers someone walked by you slamming their hand on top of the papers making them all fall to the ground, Yuna saw and ran towards the person grabbing their bag pushing them onto the ground “Fucking asshole.” she exclaimed loudly while everyone's attention was brought to her. The teacher ran towards her pulling her off of the man on the ground with his nose bleeding, his expression was filled with shock and confusion. “Office you two, now.” Crouching down picking up your papers, a figure appeared in front of you. Choosing to ignore it you knew nothing good was going to come out of it, a foot stomped on top of the paper in your hand causing you to get a sudden feeling of confidence shoot through your veins, “Aw look at her, looking like a lost puppy. So cute. Look Jay.” The man next to him looks down at you then back at his friend “Don’t waste your time on her, go. I’ll be behind you in a minute.” the foot lifted from your paper leaving a dirt mark from his shoe left on the paper. “What do you want?” You asked, swiping away the dirt on the paper looking down, continuing to pick up everything, “First fix your attitude, Second you owe me.”

Picking up your head and giving him a disgusted face you looked at him as your tongue poked the inside of your cheek “Owe you? For what.” he scoffed “We both know what they could’ve done to you if I wasn’t here.” rolling your eyes you finished picking everything up and stood up putting everything into your bag “You're kidding right? So I should be thanking you for everything?” he nodded and anticipated for you to thank him, you smiled sarcastically at him then walked by to the door shoulder checking him on your way there. “The day I die is the day I will thank you for everything.”

Anger started to fill every inch of your body as you stormed off of the school's canvas walking to your car till a scream was heard behind you causing you to stop in your tracks and turn towards the girl who screamed, she made direct eye contact with you as she pointed towards something. Following what her finger was pointing at you see someone driving a motorcycle directly towards you at full speed, you ran out of the way trying to see who was behind the helmet but failed to recognize them. Standing there trying to process what just happened and how someone literally just tried to run you over, Yuna came running towards you “Y/n are you okay?” you nodded as no words were able to fall from your lips due to shock taking over. She picked up your arm and started to inspect your body trying to find any injuries “Who was that? What happened?” your lips parted as words tried to escape only to be heard as a small mumble barely being able to talk. “Let's get you home.” She let go of your hand and placed her hand on your back as she walked you to your car, opening the door for you, “Can you drive?” you nodded “Just shocked I think i’m okay now.” she nodded “Text me if you need anything.” shutting your door she started to walk to her car as you placed your bag in the passenger's side of your car. On the drive home the only thing you could think of was how if that girl didn’t catch your attention that person would have run you over, not even Jay’s words were in your mind anymore. Grabbing your bag you swung it over your shoulder as you opened your car door taking a step out you shut the door behind you locking your car proceeding to walk up to your apartment, shock was easily displayed on your face. Usually at least one person would make small talk with you but today no one said anything, your aura was easily portrayed showing shock and not wanting to be talked to.

Unlocking your house and walking in you placed your bag onto the closest chair as you walked to the couch immediately plopping yourself onto it lying horizontally, placing your phone on your chest you felt the vibration through your shirt picking up your phone once more you saw a text from Yuna.

going over Sunoo’s, u wanna come?

when?

he said anytime

u in?

sure

can u pick me up?

yup

Sunoo was one of those people that everyone loved, they loved his positive attitude and the way he can make anyone quickly change their emotions from feeling unwanted and sad to feeling welcomed and happy just from his presence. He was friends with everyone but on;y kept the people who were most important the closest, including you and Yuna and mostly other guys. The only thing that you didn’t like about being one of Sunoo’s best friends was his other friends, the guys that were friends with him weren’t as nice as he is. They were the guys that picked on you ever since you were a little girl. It was also when you, Yuna and Sunoo all became friends. Yuna was the only one that knew about them bullying you, Sunoo didn’t know about them bullying you simply because you didn’t want him to know. Jay was the one who mostly picked on you, sure the whole group would chime in and say certain things about you but none of them picked on you as much as he did.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open pulled your gaze from looking at the food in your small hands to the wall of inside the stall, whispers were heard. Pausing your breathing you held it hoping that they wouldn’t hear anything and go away, your heart started to beat fast enough that the sound of your heart was pounding though your ears. Your body started to shake wondering if they could hear your heartbeat just as loud as you were hearing it, your body shot back further onto the toilet as the sound of someone kicking the stall you were in startled you. Picking your feet up to now being huddled into a fetal position you just whispered to yourself how everything was going to be okay while your hands covered your ears, whispering to yourself the sound of your heartbeat filled your ears yo tried your hardest to ignore the people outside the stalls but no matter how hard you tried they wouldn’t leave you alone.

Feeling an unwanted presence near you, you picked up your head only to be met by Jay to be standing in front of you, “Jay come on hurry up.” He turned his head towards the boy keeping watch by the doors “What did I tell you, shut up and keep watch.” his attention turned back to you as he grabbed your arm and unplugged both of your ears making it clear to hear him when he talks, “Hear me now? God you’re so pathetic.” his grasp on your arm tightened as he started to pull you out of the stall making all of your lunch fall onto the ground. He grabbed your lunchbox with his other hand as he brought your lunch box close to his mouth, spit into it then handed it to his friend, you didn’t know what the boy was doing to your lunchbox and you didn’t want to know. What were you going to tell your mom the reason why you needed a new lunchbox? Tears rolled down your face and onto your shirt and your small skirt that was just a little bit above your knees, “Your parents must be disappointed that you’re their daughter, I know I would be.”

The words he said to you still ran through your head even years later, I mean this happened when you were in elementary school yet you still remember how you felt and every word he said. You just wanted to know if he even remembered hurting you as much as he did. Feeling your phone vibrate on your thigh you picked the phone up looking at the message ‘here’ it was from Yuna, looking out the window you saw her car with the headlights still on. Grabbing your essentials you grabbed your keys while you shut off all the lights just before you walked to your door shutting it behind you, then locking it. Walking down to her car you placed your phone in your back pocket and started to get everything in its place. Opening her car door she had a smile on her face ear to ear “Hey girl.” you smiled and greeted her as you sat in her car placing everything down, “Bad news and good news which first.” you sighed as you sat and relaxed back into the seat. “Bad news.”

Turning your attention to her she took a deep inhale before she exclaimed “We aren’t the only ones going, the assholes are going too.” rolling your eyes you started to gather your things and open the door but she locked the doors before you could leave. “Good news is Jay said he wanted to talk to you and there are going to be drinks.” turning towards her you said “How is Jay wanting to talk to me a good thing, he probably just wants to torment me more.” “Look I know you both haven't always seen eye to eye on everything but people change.” She started to drive and started driving before you could change your mind and leave the car. “What do you mean eye to eye Yuna, this bitch picked on me for years and people like him don’t change. I don’t wanna go, please don’t make me.” “We are almost there, after 20 minutes come to me and if you still want to leave we can, just give it a shot. Please for me.” Sighing you realized that it would just be better to give up rather than fight with her, maybe talking to Sunoo for the 20 minutes will make the time go by faster.

Pulling up to their dorms you see a man leaning with his back turned towards the window while he is in Sunoo’s room sitting up. You made sure your phone was in your pocket and turned towards the girl in the driver's seat “20 minutes?” she nodded towards you as she opened the door stepping out while you did the same looking in the mirror before you left you made sure that you looked fine in the rearview mirror. Following Yuna towards the door Sunoo opened the door with a huge smile displayed on his face as a man stood behind him, he was taller than Sunoo yet you couldn’t make out the man. “Y/n you actually came.” Sunoo exclaimed happily from the door as he held it open for the both of you, stepping inside the dorm you hugged Sunoo as he previously held his arms open waiting to be filled by your presence. “Yeah, Yuna dragged me here.” You laughed it off as you finally recognized the figure that had been standing behind Sunoo the whole time. It was the man you despised the most, “Y/n you live in your apartment alone right?” Sunoo asked as he pulled you into a separate room leaving Yuna and Jay behind. “Yeah? Why?” Confusion started to fill through your body as you ran to conclusions on why he might be asking, “Well my friend just got kicked out of his dorm. Is there any way he can stay with you for a couple days, a week tops?” walking into an empty room he shut the door behind you. “Who is the friend and why did he get kicked out?”

He turned towards you “He hasn’t been on the same page with his dorm members and they agreed to kick him out, me and my friends would take him in but he said he doesn’t want our pity. We all know you don’t like him so we thought it might be better if you pity him for once and not him pitying you.” certain people started to come into your mind as the description he gave you wasn't as clear as you hoped, “Well who is it?” He looked down and whispered their name but due to the loud people in the room over you couldn't hear who he was talking about, “Huh? Speak up.” he looked up at you and signed “It’s Jay now listen before you say anything-""No.” you cut him off “I said before you say anything, anyways please Y/n he already said no to us. You are our last hope.” “Sunoo, me and him don’t get along. I don't like him.” You started to walk away but he grabbed your wrist “Please, just think about it. Let me know by the end of the week please.” he let go of your wrist letting you leave the room as he followed right behind you. Walking to Yuna she sat on the ground as she watched the rest of the guys argue and talk about video games as you made eye contact with her she looked so done, walking towards her you grabbed her wrist as you pulled her to the kitchen leading her to where the drinks were.

The sound of the door opening once more made both you and Yuna’s hea turn towards the door. It was a man in a motorcycle helmet, the same one you saw who tried to run you over earlier. It had the same red dash marks on the side of it, slowly you turned towards Yuna as she stood behind you “What?”she asked “It's him. That's the guy that tried to run me over, the helmet has the same dash marks on it.” her hand shot straight up to her mouth as your attention went back to the man standing by the door he started to take off his helmet his hari was the first feature you saw it was brown and slightly curled, his eyes were dark brown it matched his pupils. Jungwon? There was no way he picked his head up, placed his helmet down then headed towards his friends to greet them, your mouth was agape just trying to comprehend everything. “Oh hey Yuna, Y/n I didn’t know you guys were coming tonight.” Neither of you said a word just looking at them “God what is up with you both, cat got your tongue?”

Heeseung asked as he walked past you both towards the kitchen you turned around and headed into the kitchen with him completely ignoring Jungwon, walking in behind Heesung you asked “Can you get me a cup?” he turned to you surprised yet followed your request “Wow, the princess is drinking?” he handed you the cup as you grabbed it from his hand he teasingly pulled the cup away from you, giving him a serious look you put out your hand and waited for him to put the cup in your hand since he wants to play games. “Yeah, yeah, please.” He finally placed the cup in your hand as you started to fill your cup with your favorite drink then added in some alcohol to even it out. Immediately putting the cup towards your lips you drank half of it then added more alcohol into it Heesung placed his hand on top of yours “Woah, slow down Y/n your gonna-” shooing away his hand you interrupted his words “Mind your business Heeseung.”

He placed his hand by his side letting you be as you proceeded to continue your movements by drinking then refilling and repeat, you started to walk back towards the group of guys in the other room with the cup in your hand as you sat next to Jake while he continued to talk to the other guys about how he is the best at everything he does while the guys laughed at his cockiness. Jake placed his hand onto your thigh “Right? Y/n tell them.” he asked turning to you as his hand ran up and down your thigh getting closer and closer towards your upper inner thigh picking your head up all of the guys looked at you waiting for your response while the other half of the guys were looking at the way Jake’s hand rode up your thigh. “Huh.” Your mind and thought started to run blurry as your words became more and more high pitched as minutes went by the more you became intoxicated, “Aw.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and started to rub your upper arm. “It hasn’t even been 15 minutes and you are already starting to feel it?” Sunoo walked over to the couch sitting in the open seat beside Yuna “She doesn’t drink as much as you do, give her a break. She’s probably just tipsy right now.” he said as he relaxed on the couch as Jake scoffed “I don’t drink that much.” he moved his head onto your shoulder as his hand still rested on your arm. Placing Jake’s hand back onto his own thigh you got up from your position from sitting next to him trying to keep yourself stable “Where are you going?” Sunghoon asked, looking up at you, “Get another drink.” walking into the kitchen a figure followed behind you and grabbed the cup out of your hands “Don’t you think you have had enough to drink, why don’t you go lay down? Come on.” the man held out his hand as you grabbed him while he led you to an opened bedroom dorm. You laid down onto the bed stirring in it as the man placed a blanket on you kissing your forehead then leaving you to rest in the room by yourself.

Your eyes opened as your pupils tried to adjust to the sudden brightness from the sun stirring in the bed you groaned not wanting to get out of your comfortable state but knew you weren’t in your own bed and should probably go home to your bed, sitting up you started to walk towards the door as you heard faded voices in the room next to yours. Opening the door you were met to see Jay shirtless walking in the same direction as you, for someone who you are supposed to hate, why does he have to be so handsome. “Move.” He said as he was about to shoulder check you yet you moved out of the way causing him to stumble in his tracks, a smile presented on your face. He turned around looking at you and giving you the death glare you placed your tongue on the inside of your cheek as you tried your hardest to maintain a straight face, he turned back around sighing to himself then walking back to the living room with the other guys. “Jeez, how many of you stayed the night?” You asked walking in behold Jay “Sleeping beauty is finally awake.” Heeseung says from the couch “Most of them stayed the night, sleeping out here.” you walked over to Niki sitting next to him “One of you could have slept beside me or literally in the room, I could’ve slept on the couch to-” “Don’t be crazy Y/n, it’s better that you slept by yourself. Plus I wouldn't want someone like Jake sleeping with you all alone, god knows what he would do.” You chuckled at Jay’s comment. You didn’t know if it was because he had his shirt off or because he might have been trying to be nice but something felt right, for the first time in a while he wasn’t being a bitch to you.

As much as you wanted to forget everything he had done to you and have a good time with him and your friends, the constant reminders filling your head of your childhood memories revolved around him, “I should get going, do any of you know where my phone is.” Jungwon started to stand up from his spot on the couch “It’s in my room charging.” he moved his hand in a ‘come here’ motion causing you to get up from your seat and follow him into his room, walking to his room he started to talk quiet enough so that way only you could hear him. “I’m sorry about yesterday…” Was he referring to almost killing you or some other time? He finished his sentence “...Jay told me to, trust me if I got too close I was going to move out of the way. I would never do anything like that no matter how much I hate the person.” Processing Jungowns words you just nodded to him “It’s fine, i’m just glad no one got hurt.” ‘I would never do anything like that no matter how much I hate the person.’ His words kept repeating in your head because Jay was the one who told him to do it yet you had no idea what Jay’s intentions were, what would happen if you did get hurt? Or worse? Did Jay want to kill you? Every question in the world scattered through your mind, Jungwon pulled you out of your thoughts as he placed his hand with your phone in front of you. “It should be fully charged but I don’t know 100%.” Smiling at him, you thanked him for charging it and walked out of the room while he walked behind you, “Y/n come get something to eat before you go.”

Heeseung said from the kitchen as he held up a piece of bacon, one foot in front of the other you stopped just in front of his figure. The guys gathered in the kitchen, “You remember anything Y/n? You don’t usually drink like that.” you nodded and turned towards Sunghoon as he asked you the question. “I remember some things.” “Like what?” Jay and some of the members picked up their heads to look at you as they anticipated your response “Like walking into the kitchen to get drinks, seeing Jungwon walk in, Heeseung teasing me about drinking, and someone bringing me to the room.” Jay’s gaze was pulley on you as he asked “Do you remember who?” finding it odd how he wanted to know you turned towards him and shook your head.

Heeseung placed the pieces of bacon onto a place as you took a piece just before you gave it to the guys who waited at the table, “I’m gonna get going now, bye guys. Thank you Sunoo.” you said as you walked over to him giving him a hug then walking towards the door with your phone in your hand. Shit you had forgotten that Yuna gave you a ride here. Turning around you walked towards Sunoo again “Who came here in a car? I forgot that Yuna drove me here.” he looked up for a minute as he started to think, “They all carpooled in Jay’s car.” huffing out air you walked over towards Jay you stood in front of him causing him to look up at you “Can you drive me home?” he looked up at you “No.” sighing you turned to him “Please Jay, I’ll do anything. I just want to go home.” he stood up grabbing you by the waist to move you aside as he grabbed his shoes “Let’s go, you owe me though.” you walked over to him with a huge smile on your face to show your gratitude. “Thank you so much Jay.” He finished putting on his shoes as he grabbed his keys swinging them on his finger for a minute as he waited for you to finish putting on your shoes, jumping up when you finished you rushed out of the house as you stopped in your tracks as you were waiting for Jay to catch up to you. He took his time walking towards his car, he opened the door to his side as you got in as well putting on your seatbelt he turned towards you to make sure that you had everything you needed “Have everything?” you nodded as you sat further back into the chair.

He started up the car and continued to start driving. You never wanted to make him upset or anything but you wanted to know, “Why did you treat that way?” he turned towards you for a minute then returned his gaze on the road before him. “What?” You looked down as you fiddled with your fingers and whispered “When we were kids.” He heard you even though the whisper was more faded than usual, “I- ugh was a kid, I can’t really explain it.” “Can’t explain?” you scoffed at his comment “That was not how a kid should treat someone, you didn’t even know me. Yet you picked on me almost every day.” “Listen Y/n, it's more complicated than you think.I was an asshole and I should have never done anything to you, I’m sorry.” His feeling felt off. You couldn’t tell if he genuinely did feel sorry or if he felt sorry for you, parking his car you went to open the door as words left his mouth before you could step one foot out of his car. “I know you probably don’t think I am sorry but I am, believe me if you want. I just want you to know that I am sorry for all of those moments when we were little.” You nodded at him so that way he knows you heard what he said, leaving his car. You thanked him as you waved him goodbye then walked into your apartment building, what Sunoo had said kept crawling back into your mind every minute about how Jay needed a place to live.

Seriously, who does this guy think he is? Does he really think a simple ‘sorry’ will make up for all of the pain and misery he put you through? Honestly he was the main reason you couldn’t stand going to school when you were younger.

Picking up your lunchbox as you placed it in your cubby in the classroom the teacher lines you all up in a single file line making you all walk out of the classroom one after another, one foot after the other you followed the girl in front of you. You never looked up at anyone, Jay always made you self conscious of looking people in the eyes or even looking up at their heads. He thought it was disrespectful. Whenever he was near you could easily tell it was him, he always wore the nicest shoes as they sparkled no matter how many times he went out to recess bringing them back in the classroom all dirty. The next day he would return with them freshly cleaned, seeing his shoes appear in front of your figure and your heart dropping down to your feet. Being in his presence even started to scare you because whenever he was near you knew he already knew what he was going to do to you, his body moved in front of yours stopping in your tracks in the middle of the hallway. His friends gathered around every open space around you making sure there was no chance of you running away from them, but that never stopped you. Picking your eyes up just enough to see an open space between Jay and his friend you started to pull yourself together hoping you would at least be able to run to the teacher hoping that she can protect you for now, starting to sprint your foot had gotten tripped by his shiny white shoes. His grasp on your shirt tightened as he flipped your body over to face him but he picked you up like you were nothing, not being able to look into his eyes. His aura screamed how confident he became in a matter of seconds as he saw blood starting to run down from your nose and onto your lips. Bringing his finger up to your lips he ran it over your upper lip catching your dripping blood on his finger, “Bleeding so easily? We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” he exclaimed with a smile on his face.

Stopping in your steps you stayed still on the stairs leading up to your apartment, no matter how hard you tried his words always haunted you even when you would sleep. Nightmares were the only thing you dreamt about these past few weeks. Last night was the only night you had finally gotten peaceful sleep, what if drinking helped these nightmares? Pulling yourself out of your thoughts you continued to walk up the stairs and into your apartment as you unlocked the door and walked in you placed all of the things you brought on the closest chair to you form the kitchen, signing to yourself while you opened your bedroom door you immediately laid down onto your bed laying face down as the pillow below your face engulfed you with its softness. Making you never want to leave your spot, your phone started to vibrate. You ignored it thinking it was just a text yet the vibrations did not come to an end after a second picking up your phone the number came up as unknown, it was probably a spam or prank call. Hanging up you placed your phone next to your relaxed state once more as you were about to let it go it started to ring once more in your hand, flipping it over as you can now read the number once more it came up as unknown again.

Finally swiping accept the call you placed your phone to your ear as you asked tiredly, “Hello?” static was heard from the other line till a familiar voice answered “You made it in okay?” sitting up you looked around confused wondering who was on the other line “Who is this?” a small chuckle was heard “It’s Jay I just-” “I made it in fine, thanks for asking.” not even letting him finish any of his upcoming sentences or statements you hung up the call laying back down onto your pillow once more, vibrations against your pillow made you groan loudly. Answering the phone you exclaimed loudly “What?” annoyance was clearly heard from your tone, “I was just wondering if you were going to Yuna’s.” rubbing your pointer and middle finger over your forehead back and forth “What are you talking about.” “Her birthday party, you going?” you whispered a short “Shit.” as you hung up the phone. You had forgotten about Yuna’s party tomorrow, grabbing your keys and zooming out of the door. You quickly rushed down to your car as you were going to the closest stores to buy Yuna her favorite things and put them together in a little basket. You had been planning this for a while. Feelings of disappointment filled your head as you could not believe you forgot about your best friend’s birthday, even though she told you not to get her anything you always loved giving things to people. Now this just gave you an event to actually use your love language without saying anything but rather showing in your action, pulling out your phone you went onto Yuna’s profile asking her if you can spend the night over hers so that way you won’t have to rush tomorrow to get ready for her party while she can help you.

yes ofc lmk when u on ur way

Quickly walking into the store you picked out her favorite candies and some of her favorite things, placing them into the bag you drove back home placing them into a cute decorated pink bag. Pink was Yuna’s favorite color, most of the things in the bag consisted of that color as well. Getting your sleepover bag organized you put in things you need at night into the bag such as your skin care, pajamas, and stuffed animal. Placing both the bags on your arms you locked up your house and shut off all the lights with your open hand, walking to your car you placed all of the bags on the passenger's side next to you making sure that they were secure in their places.

omw

You texted Yuna as you placed your phone into the cup holder closest to you as you put on your seatbelt then started up your car as she texted you back you quickly glared at the message as it read.

Starting to drive you couldn’t help but feel excited to spend the night at your friend's house, sure you were old enough to be making your own plans to hang out with her but it just felt like you were a little kid again, well minus the part of you driving yourself there. Growing up together meant that you were there for each other's accomplishments and were there for their fall outs, we were always there for one another even if we were in an argument we wouldn’t just leave eachother abandoned like that. Pulling into her driveway you saw her waving from her window causing a smile instantly to display on your face from her excited state, grabbing your things while shutting your car off. You took everything with you as you walked to the door locking your car just before she opened the door giving you a warm welcoming hug. Handing her the present in your hand she opened her mouth agape and slightly smirked to you, “I told you to not get me anything, but thank you.” she said, giving you yet another hug. Taking off your shoes at the door you both walked to her room as you placed your bag down on her floor next to her dresser as you plopped down on her bed as if it was yours, “How does your bed always feel better than mine.” she laid down next to you as you both stared at the ceiling “Nah, yours is way better.” turning to her then looking back you just stared at the ceiling for a minute before you asked her a question.

“Did you invite Jay?”she turned to you “No, Sunoo or someone else could have. I only invited some people over tomorrow.” you turned to her as you opened your mouth into the shape of an ‘o’ then nodded to her. “Why do you keep wondering about Jay, I thought you hated him.” “I do, I just don’t want to see him and he called me to ask-” she interrupted you instantly shooting up from previously laying down “Jay called you?!” she asked, all excited while inching closer and closer to you “Yeah?” you asked, confused, still laying down while staring at the ceiling. “I don’t think it's a big deal.” You asked her to lean up to look at her on your elbows looking into her eyes. The only thing that was shown on her face was her smug smirk being displayed and she started to slowly shut her eyes as her smile got bigger. “Why are you smirking like that, Yuna, do you not remember how he used to treat me? I can never think of him any different than the way he treated me.” her smirk started to slowly fade “I was there but honestly I think he changed. He wants to start over with you.” sitting up next to her you got up from sitting on her bed walking over to her make-up stand while grabbing a hair tie tying your hair up into a high ponytail, “What do you mean ‘start over’? You talk to him?” walking back over to sit next to her on the bed you she signed as you laid down getting under her blankets. “Not exactly but his actions speak louder, trust me Y/n.” You wanted to trust Yuna and start over with Jay, honestly you did but you always wanted to be Jay’s friend before he started to bully you. Ever since you were little the only thing you ever wanted was for people to genuinely like you not just because of your other friends but like you as an individual.

Jay made that goal harder than it had to be, he turned almost everyone against you. From a young age you learned that you were better off doing things by yourself while not trusting anyone as easily as you used to, Yuna and Sunoo were always there for you even if you didn’t need their help. “Actions? What do you mean?” She got into her bed under the covers with you as well, “Well do you remember that time during the reading group during middle school, or yesterday when you went to bed.” “Be more specific, yesterday? What happened yesterday?” she faced you looking into your eyes as a smile started to appear on her face “You remember you said how you remembered that someone brought you to the room you fell asleep in? Well that was Jay I was walking back from the bathroom as I saw him tuck you into the bed then kissing your forehead he whispered something but I couldn’t hear what he said. He just looked at you for a few minutes, his face looked like he was sad. I walked away then because I thought he was coming back out while later the whole night he started to act weird.”

Minutes passed as your brain was still processing how Jay was the person who helped you out when you were drunk, your mind started to wonder if Jay did start to change or if he didn’t change why was he acting this way to you. Why were his sudden characteristics changing towards you? Switch from bullying you to taking care of your drunk state. “And in the reading group you remember, don't you?”

Walking into the small classroom you recognized only a couple of people including Jay, Yuna was also in the class but the teacher had moved you both away from one another as you two were talking too much and ‘disrupting’ the class even though all you guys would do is sit around and read. Going to your assigned seat you sat next to one of Jay’s friends and in Jay’s group, the tables were moved into smaller groups so that you guys could have time to discuss what you had read. Jay’s friend knew just how to piss you off, being in a group with them was torture, you hated it and asked the teacher multiple times to switch you to another group but she came up with some lame excuse saying how you were just trying to get in Yuna’s group. “Alright everyone, go grab your books and start your independent reading, pages 32- 40 then discuss in your pods.” Getting up from your chair you waited in the line looking down not wanting to accidentally look at Jay’s friend or worse Jay in the eyes while grabbing your book, bending down to grab your book you accidentally grinding against Jay’s dick. Him being a middle school boy his hormones took over him as his dick started to become more clear than usual, he yanked off your sweater from your waist and tied it around his to hide his growing boner. “Miss can I go use the bathroom?” She looked up at him then at the table, “After you finish reading and discussing with your table.” he signed as he walked uncomfortably back into his seat as his cock twitched in his pants just by looking at you. He knew that you felt his dick rub up against you, his eyes could not leave his growing problem as his cheeks started to flush red. Minutes started to slowly go by while he sat in his seat trying his hardest to ignore the pain of his cock aching in his pants but no matter how much he tried to focus on the book in front of him his only thoughts were about bending you over the table and dry humping you till he cums in his pants.

At the time you never thought much of it because if something like that happened to you, you would’ve already been out the doir as your cheeks would flush with embarrassment. “What happened that day was an accident, ask him he would probably say how it was nothing.” Rolling over she had gotten up from her bed as she walked to sit informer of her mirror as she grabbed her skincare supplies while starting to do her night time routine, “Why don’t you ask him tomorrow.” walking over to her you sat up against the wall leaning on it as you both had a clearer view of one another “Plus that wasn’t the only time you gave him a boner." turning to her as your eyebrow cocked at her, she giggled at your confused state before finishing her sentence. “Last year? Junior year of highschool, seriously you don't remember?” She asked as her expression turned from calm to surprised while all of her attention turned to you, shaking your head while pouting playfully she turned her body to face you as she leaned in closer. “In chemistry, when the teacher paired you both up. Am I the only one noticing how much he gets turned on by you. It’s like whenever you're around, are you sure that he hates you?”

Rolling your eyes you thought to yourself a bit trying to remember that one time in chemistry that Yuna had been talking about but nothing came up into your mind, “I seriously don’t remember.” he huffed out air, taking in a big inhale before she started to talk almost as a way to prepare herself for what she was about to say. “When the teacher moved your seat to sit next to his, you sat closest to the windows as he sat next to you at the tables. He never paid any attention to anything he was teaching, I think you dropped something or got something up from the ground but whatever it was you reached down almost being inches away from his lap while the rest of the day he was all flustered. The tips of his ears turned red as he slightly blushed from that small interaction but during homeroom he asked to use the bathroom and didn’t come back till the next period as his face was red.” looking into her eyes you laughed to yourself as clips of the memories started to come back. “That doesn’t mean anything he could have just had to run and do something none of that means I gave him a hard on.” she smirked looking at you “I’m gonna go get food, want anything?” you asked her as you stood up while she nodded “A soda, please” one foot after the other you made your way to her kitchen, her house felt like your house. You were over her house more than you were over your own but she would always be over your house when you were home, sometimes she would just walk into your house grab a snack then leave. It never bothers you.

Honestly, you thought it was funny how comfortable she is around you. Rummaging through her fridge you found something that started to look appetizing, grabbing her soda as well as your snack then the only thing your mind kept thinking about was the point Yuna was trying to get across, why is she telling you all of this now? Why should you care? Walking back into her room you handed her the drink sitting in the same spot you were previously sitting in before you went to get your snack, opening your snack you started to eat it like you haven’t been fed in years. Your brain started to get fuzzy, thinking about absolutely nothing while your eyes started to feel heavier by the minute. Your eyelids felt like there was a magnet attached to them pulling your eyes down to close, your movements started to become more slow while your brain took a while to process any information Yuna had told you. “Girl, you can go to bed. I’m not stopping you.” Immediately shooting up from your spot you walk to her bed softly and slowly feeling like a sloth as you eventually reach her bed you laid down, shutting your eyes you instantly fell into dreamland. It was almost as if her pillow was infused with sleeping medicine that made you instantly tired, as you were fast asleep in her bed Yuna finished up her skin care checking the time, 1:34. She knew the day she had ahead of her tomorrow so she thought that she should join you in the bed and hopefully fall asleep fast.

Stirring from one side to the other your sleep was interrupted as the sun came in shining into her room as it reflected on her mirror and directly onto your eyelids, turning back around to the other side you tried to fall back asleep but your mind would not stop thinking about what Yuna had said about Jay. Butterflies start to roam around your stomach as the thought of Jay jerking off to you and thinking about you in that way made you more flustered than disgusted yet you had no idea why, you hated him for everything he had done to you but couldn’t help blush at the thought of him. Turning your head towards the side you saw Yuna’s sleeping figure turned towards the wall as you had the view of her back, seeing nothing out of the ordinary you turn back to face the other side of her room while continuing to think about him. Sighing to yourself you picked up your phone from the side table as you did not want to think about him anymore, hoping that your phone would distract you enough to get your mind off of him till tonight when you have to see him. Turning over your phone while looking at the notifications, one in particular caught your attention. It was a random number.

can’t wait to see u tn, i gotta tell u sum

Your face slowly started to show just how confused you were, texting the number back you waited for their response as it had been seconds for the waiting time.

who is this?

u didn’t save my number

im hurt y/n

soo.. u r

ur fav person ever, jay!

Thinking of what to text back nothing came into your mind, you just swiped out of his chat not even bothering to put him in your contacts. You didn’t want to have any more connection with him ever since Sunoo started to invite you to events where he was there, that should be enough for you. Of course he was the person who texted you, the one person you weren't trying to think about. Hearing a muffled groan from next to you it caught your attention causing you to turn over and face where the noise had come from, she looked back at you “Good morning.” her voice was still groggy due to her just waking up. A sudden rush of energy flowed over your body as you leaned your head on her chest, wrapping your hand around her as you squeezed her into the hug. “Good morning birthday girl.” Looking up at her she smiled at your excitement that radiated off of your body, she hugged you back as you got up from her bed placing your phone on the charger then heading downstairs to get breakfast. Before you went to the kitchen you asked Yuna if she wanted anything to eat “You hungry?” she nodded “Can you bring me some waffles?”

Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen you noticed the bottles of alcohol sitting on the kitchen island that weren’t there before, ignoring it knowing that the reason they were out was for later tonight but you walked over to the cabinets and started to make some homemade waffles, special for her. While waiting for them to cook in the waffle maker you cut up some strawberries and waited till the waffles were done, putting them on a plate and placing the strawberries on top of them. Her room was silent even a pin could drop and it would be heard looking into the room while walking over to the bed Yuna just stared up at the ceiling, “What are you doing?” you asked, handing her the plate of food “Just tired.” nodding to her she took the plate starting to take bites out of it as you continued to talk to her, trying to help her wake up. “Well you won’t be too tired later, I saw the surprise on the counter. Why do you have multiple bottles? I thought it was just a small group of people?”

-time skip-

A couple of people? Every room you would walk into was filled with people, you couldn’t even find Yuna no matter how hard you tried. You weren’t really the type of person to go out and party so this was definitely not your thing, walking through the ground of bodies grinding against one another you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable just knowing the room you were in was filled with complete strangers to you. Vibrations from your phone in your back pocket startled you as you instantly pulled your phone out while looking at the contact, it was Sunoo. Answering the phone, putting it up to your ear you heard talking around him but it wasn’t the type of talking from inside the house rather a small group. You figured that he must be on his way with the other guys as they all would ride together so that way one of them could at least drive them all home safely, “We are almost there, can you wait outside?” thinking he was in person talking to you, you nodded and told him yeah then hung up. Making your way through the crowd of people you couldn’t help but feel claustrophobic with others bodies constantly on yours being pushed around because of them dancing or whatever they were doing, walking onto Yuna’s front lawn it felt way more refreshing than you thought. The fresh air running through your nose as the wind pushed your hair back giving you a nice breeze that felt amazing from previously being in a hot and enclosed house, a car stopped in front of the house as it let out all the boys. Sunoo took the longest as he was thanking the uber driver while paying him, the rest of the boys started to walk towards you except Jay as he waited for Sunoo. Jake walked by you and shook his hand on the top of your head making your hair all messy.

Thankfully Heeseung saw what Jake did and stopped in front of you as he fixed your hair, evenly spreading out the messy parts Jake had left. Heeseung moved to the side which gave you the perfect view to see Jay staring at you and Heeseung with an agitated expression on his face, making eye contact with him he immediately shot his head in Sunoo’s direction not wanting you to know that he had been staring at you both. The two men that waited by the car started to walk towards you, one with excited and happy emotions displayed while the other man’s face showed jealousy and annoyance, the excited man stopped in front of you giving you a warm welcoming hug while the other watched from behind the man. “You look great” He said pulling away from the hug, he wasn’t wrong. You wore a black mini skirt that fit perfectly around your waist which barely reached below your ass and you wore a leather black long sleeve that matched the skirt perfectly, “You do too.” he wore a old black concert t-shirt with a white long sleeve underneath as he wore dark green pants which pulled his whole outfit together. At the compliment he started posing as you took fake picture of him, he blew a kiss at the ‘camera’ then told you ‘see you in there’ walking into the house behind him which left you with Jay all alone on her front yard with radon people in the areas around you both yet they weren’t too close.

“You really didn’t know it was me?” Jay asked as he sat down on the steps leading up to the house, sitting down next to him as you left space in between the two of you. The silence was loud enough to hear a cricket till you started to answer his question “Well yeah, I don’t save your number.” you stared straight ahead while he turned to look at you “Why?” his gaze and tone softened. “Why do you think Jay?” Getting up from sitting next to him you left him sitting there as you walked back into the house and heading up to Yuna’s room, thankfully she had secured off the upstairs so that way no one would go up there not even the horny couples that would go to a bedroom to have sex. Walking into her bedroom you placed your phone on the side table as you grabbed the tv remote that was on her dresser, laying down in her bed getting all comfy you got under the blankets not even bothering to change or take off your makeup knowing that Yuna would pull you downstairs at some point. Clicking on the remote you started to play your favorite comfort show while turning up the volume to drown out the sound of people talking downstairs, as the tv he the volume loud enough to only hear your show you couldn’t hear the sounds of footsteps approaching her bedroom. You barely heard the knock. Till the second knock caught your attention, pausing your show you said “Occupied, go back downstairs.” The door started to open. Did you not hear me? I said-'' stopping mid sentence you faced the previously jealous and annoyed man, “Party is downstairs.” you said clicking play on the remote but before you could do anything else he pulled the remote out of your hand “Can we talk?” your face showed how confused you were “About?” he sighed while sitting on the edge of the bed causing you to sit up.

“I know you probably don’t care but I’m still going to say it just to let you know, you don’t have to accept my apology by the way, but I am really sorry for the way I treated you growing up. I was a dick and I just wanted to get your attention. Little did i know that type of attention would make you hate me, recently i started to regret it all because i started to notice how your demeanor was towards me rather than Sunghoon or Jungwon, hell any of them. I alway notice you staring off into some random corner as your eyes would start to water, not even being able to talk about anything I had done to you, you never bring it up. I always notice how you never look at me in the eyes like you’re doing now and I know it was because I would punish you if you did. Sometimes I wish I could just start over with you because maybe if i told you that i liked you or i wanted to be your friend maybe we would be as close as you and Sunoo, god don’t even get me started on him. I hate seeing you around him, or any guy. That's why I asked Jungwon to trick you with the motorcycle for a way to make you hate him and not me. But I could never do anything about it or I would probably just traumatize you more than I already have, anyways what I am trying to get at this whole thing is that ever since elementary school I always thought you were cute. The more I would pick on you the more my feelings grew, I never wanted to make you feel the way you did. I realized you felt that way because Sunoo told me and I will never forgive myself for what I did and neither should you. If I was in your shoes what i am saying would be going through one ear and out the other. Once again Y/n i am really really sorry, if you want me to leave you alone now i get it.”

Sitting there you tried to process every word he said but nothing he was talking about made sense in your mind, he started to get up from his seat but you grabbed his wrist stopping him tugging on his wrist to have him sit in the seat. Words tried to form but were only denied as you were not able to speak only allowing a small hum come out of your mouth, “Listen Y/n you don’t have to accept my apology or pity me, I can go and you won’t ever have to talk to you again if that’s what you want, I would do anything for you I just want to see you happy. I-” cutting off his words you placed your lips onto his, shutting him up. His eyes widened as he pulled you deeper into the kiss while his desperation for your lips started to show, he inched closer to you with every minute.

Pulling away to catch your breath he immediately and hungrily placed his lips back onto yours once he saw you breathe properly, his hand moved to the back of your head pulling you deeper into the kiss as he laid you down onto the mattress below the both of you. The hand in your hair started to slowly tighten while his other hand was rubbing your outer thigh, you grabbed onto his shirt using both of your hands as you pulled him in closer to you. His body heat radiated off of yours making the air in between the two of you hotter than normal, your hands continued to grasp onto his shirt until he pulled away from your body while he moved his hips closer to you his fingers fiddled with the bottom of his shirt. “Can I take it off?” He asked you nodded as he immediately started to pull off his shirt and toss it somewhere in the room, your lips felt hungry without his. Lips connecting once more every noise was drowned out, even the people talking downstairs the only thing you were focused on was the man above you as his cock rubbed into your clothed cunt. His hands moved from your hair to rest on your waist his breathing started to become heavy due to lack of oxygen from the both of you kissing. “Y/n what did I tell you about hiding-” The door opened as you tried your hardest to hide your face but nothing worded, Yuna had just seen you and Jay in this state. She is gonna tease you about this 27/4. She smirked to you as she winked “Continue, act like I wasn’t here.” quietly shutting the door behind her he slowly got up from previously hovering over you, he grabbed his shirt then started to put it back on you placed your hand onto his chest to stop his movements.

His eyes looked down to yours, you still couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes but he knew the effort was there. “You don’t want to stop?” Your hand continued to stay on his chest you couldn’t say anything, being too nervous you didn’t want to have sex with him just yet but you didn’t want him to leave your side. “We can, if you want to, don’t think about my pleasure, what do you want?” Smiling at his kind heartedly words you softly whispered “Don’t leave.” he nodded and laid down next to you, “If that is what you want, then I won’t” you placed your head onto his shoulders he rubbed your back. Smirking to yourself you remembered what Yuna had told you about what happened junior year, “Jay?” he hummed as he traced a figure eight onto your back “In chemistry during junior year Yuna said you got a boner because i picked up something off of the ground is that true? Or the time when we were in reading group and-” He cut off your words as he pulled your lips against one another using his index finger and thumb, “Yup, I remember…” his words started to become a stuttering mess as his nervousness started to settle in. “... Are those the only times she told you about?” your lips started to grin, his fingers let go of your lips as he waited for your answer. “Those weren’t the only times?” Even though you couldn't see his face you could tell by him stuttering his words that he was flustered, he started to wonder if he should have asked that. He stayed silent. “Jay? Those two times weren’t the only times I gave you a -?” Lips continued to stay on one another as blush started to grow across from one side of his face to the other, “No.” he whispered while turning away from your figure due to embarrassment.

A smile formed on your lips as you turned to face his chest drawing a flower on him as he continued to not look at you, the tips of his ears started to turn a deep pink giving away how his flustered state was being affected by you. “Tell me the other times, please.” You dragged out the last syllable to show your engagement to him, finally he slowly started to turn his head towards you ubt refused to look down at you. Grabbing the remote he pressed play on the show displayed in front of you two, you grabbed the remote out of his hand as you let the show continue playing but placed it on the bedside next to you. “Ignoring me?”

He proceeded to stay quiet while his eyes were focused on his hands, looking down they started to fiddle with one another while he placed both of his hands over his lap to cover his hidden bulge. Trying to keep his mind off of his own discomfort and desire to have you he watched the tv before you too, “Please talk.” as much as he wanted to act like you weren’t them here so his visible problem would go away he could never ignore your begs. “You never told me if you accepted my apology, you don’t have to if you don’t want t-” Cutting him off you placed your hand over his mouth as he continued to speak while the words muffled against your hand causing his lips to vibrate off your hand making you ticklish, snapping your hand away from his mouth a small giggle left your lips. “Did me kiss you not clear it up enough?” He smirked and looked at you which led to your eyes falling down to your lap out of force of habit, he noticed your motions as he placed his hand under your chin, lifting up your face that way you can look into his eyes. “From now on please look me in the eyes when I talk to you.” A smile formed on your face as blush ran from one side of your face to the other, a knock was heard from the door causing Jay to groan and whine from lack of privacy. “Who is it?” A drunken male voice was heard from behind the door while he stirred his words yet his voice sounded very familiar, Jay walked over to the door opening it just enough for you both the get a clear view of Jake whining at the door for you both to ‘come drink with him because he misses you both, but wait why were you both in the room alone together? WERE YOU GUYS F-!’ he screamed out loud as Jay quickly rushed to put his hand over Jake’s mouth to hush his words.

While Jake just melted into Jay’s touch, “You know for an area that is off limits a lot of people sure do ignore the signs.” he said turning towards Jake meanwhile he had a hug smile on his face as he blushed from the amount of alcohol he consumed. Jay turned around and poked his tongue into the side of his cheek; swirling it to his lips as he licked them giving them a clear and shiny shimmer, he put his hand behind Jake’s back; spinning him around so now he was facing the stairs. Bringing his hand up so you have a clear view of his fingers he moved his pointer finger in a ‘come here’ motion, following his instructions you got up pausing the show walking over to him he was already down to stairs as he made sure Jake wasn’t going to fall down. Looking down at him he actually realized you actually were looking into his eyes, his trace became trapped the more he looked into them he felt his stomach twist and turn just because of you.

One foot after the other you found yourself standing text to Jay as bodies filled the missing spaces giving you both barely any space to move, leaning his head down he rested his head on your shoulder as he turned his head towards the inside of your neck whispering “We should go find the others.” he placed his hands around your waist as he led you through the crowded rooms. His fingers rubbed against the fabric of your mini skirt while his thumbs went into the belt loops on your sides, walking in a room you see all of your friends huddled around one another in a circle. You grabbed his arms stopping you movements when you noticed them and moving his hands back causing him to let go of your waist, turning you face to the side you saw confusion displayed on his face you mouthed to him “I don’t want them to know, maybe if we hand out more we can tell them what is happening between us.” he agreed as he walked passed you and to the group of people on the couches, Sunoo saw you standing like a deer in headlights and waved you over to come to them. Smiling at him you walked over as Jay’s gaze wouldn’t leave your body the way your hips slightly swayed as you walked made him wonder how you would look riding him, moving in front of the men sitting on the couches you felt someone pull your wrist towards them making you fall onto their lap as their arms immediately wrapped around your waist giving you no way to get up being trapped in their arms. You turned towards the person and saw it was a Sunghoon, his bear hug felt ultimately comforting or maybe just being in his arms felt nice. All you knew was when you looked up if looks could kill Sunghoon would be dead, Jay’s eyes darkened as he watched Sunghoon touch all up on you like it was nothing meanwhile Heeseung noticed Jay’s gaze on Sunghoon as he brought up his hand in front of Jay’s eyes moving it up and down to pull him out of his trace. Jay turned towards Heesung “Welcome back, you staring at Y/n like that?” Jay rolled his eyes, annoyed “Mind your business.” shock filled Heesungs demeanor as he was not expecting Jay to be filled with rudeness by such a simple question.

“What’s up with you? Upset because she can't get your - wet.” Heesung laughed at his own comment as Jay’s aura tightened around him, his body radiated off anger, everyone around him could tell to leave him alone except for Heeseung because he always loved to push his buttons till he popped. “You would be surprised how easy she is, I mean just ask-''Jay gripped Heeseungs shirt pushing him up against the wall getting inches away from his face as his jaw clenched, everyone around stopped talking to look at the drama unfolding in front of them. “Come on man, you know I'm just kidding.” Jay rolled his eyes as the grip on his shirt tightened till his knuckles started to turn white “Just kidding? Don’t ever talk about a woman like that, no wonder you don’t have a girlfriend you would treat her like shit." Inching closer to his face “Especially if that girl is Y/n.” he moved his face back against the wall and started to falter from Jay’s appearance displayed on his face. Heeseung fought the urge to fight back knowing how angry Jay was would cause him to wake up with a black eye or a bloody nose, everyone in the room was looking at Jay and Heeseung. Jay let go of Heeseung pushing him back against the wall “Talk about her like that, I dare you.” he turned around and walked over to you stunned figure who was sitting in Sunghoon's lap, he grabbed your hand and pulling you outside to Yuna’s backyard but before he left the room he stopped in his tracks “Shows over.” then continued to walk out the door with your hand in his.

Shutting the porch doors behind him and leaning over the rail he let go of your hand while he took deep breaths, “What was that about?” you asked softly not wanting to set him off more than he already is he signed and turned to your clueless figure. “Just Heeseung being Heeseung. Don’t worry about it.” “It wasn’t just nothing if it made you react like that.” He shook his head looking back to the yard in front of him not being able to tell you that you were the reason he reacted the way he did, “I should go home, I feel terrible for do that on Yuna’s birthday.” he ran his fingers through his hair as he was propped up on his elbows “Don’t stress, i’m sure she will understand.” as he moved his hands threw his hair you noticed how his hair appeared to have a red tint to it. Pulling his hand away form his hair you inspected his hand only to be face with nails marks that started to bleed from his hands and down his wrists, “You’re hurt are you okay?” he looks down at his hand trying to slightly pull away from your grasp but you didn’t budge. “Come with me, I have stuff at my house to clean you up. Plus it with help your small wounds to not get infected.” Letting go of his hand you held his wrist as you told him to wait by the stairs as you ran up to Yuna’s room to grab your phone to text her and let her know ‘something came up and you need to stop home’, “I live not that far are you okay with walking there, Yuna picked me up.” He nodded as you both exited her house as the sound of music became more faint with each step you took, you picked up his hand grabbing your phone and turning on the flashlight to inspect it more. “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?” He shook his head “My feet hurt though how much longer?” you laughed “You know you complain a lot, not that far i’m in that apartment right there.” pointing to the building next to the one you just walked by he nodded as a smile appeared on his face saying “Wow, this is my first time in the Y/n; her house.” he pretended to act like an excited fanboy while covering his mouth with his hands. You slapped him playfully as you opened the door to the back door of your apartment building, walking up the stairs you passed your neigh across the hall from you. “Y/n is this your boyfriend? He’s cute.”

You shook your head “No-” she cut you off giving you no time to say anything more “Who ever he is, don’t be too loud tonight we have to get some sleep.” she laughed and winked at you both before leaving. “Don’t mind her.” Walking up the stairs finishing your last steps as you both reached your apartment, unlocking my the door you let him walk in first as he stood out of the way looking around as he inspected the rooms around him. “So this is what your house looks like.” You nodded “Oh come in here.” pulling him into the bathroom as you pulled the toilet seat down having him sit on top of it as you grabbed your cut medicine out from under the sink, “Why do you have a glass shower door?” “Why not.” you shrugged as you sunk down to your knees sitting in front of him asking for his hand one at a time to make sure the medicine was on him. Standing back up you noticed how his hair hand blood smeared it in, “You have blood in your hair, you can take a shower and wash it if you want.” he nodded as you left the bathroom shutting the door behind you “Wait Y/n how do you turn it on?” he asked while taking off his shirt causing you to gulp down your saliva “Oh right.” walking over to the shower door you bent over not wanting to get the water on you as you turned it on grabbing his hand you brought him closer putting his finger run along the waters stream “Is that okay? or warmer?” “This is fine.” walking back out of the door in your peripheral vision of him taking off his pants leaving him in his boxers.

Time passed as you watched you phone as you waited for Jay to come back out so you could apply more medication on his wound since it likely fell off due to the water, “Y/n.” you heard him yell from the bathroom getting up from your seat on the couch and walking over to the bathroom you knocked and asked back “Yeah?” putting your ear close to the door you heard him ask “Where are the towels? and how do you shut this off?” Shit you forgot to show him. “The towels are under the sink on the right side and to turn the shower off you gotta-” He cut you off “Y/n can you just come in and do it instead of trying to complicate things.” gaining the courage to ask you started to twist the job opening the door as you faced away from him while you shielded your eyes, a laugh was heard from behind you “Now your scared to look at me naked, thought you were wishing to see me like this a couple hours ago?” his cockiness started to take over as you walked over to the sink crouching down to pick up the towel as you placed it on the counter. “Back up towards the wall i don’t want to accidentally touch you.” You asked still shielding your eyes from his naked body “And if i don’t?” you could hear his smirk as you opened the showers door only to shut it once more “Here just take the towel i’ll just take a shower too while you go and dry off.” grabbing the towel you put it out towards him but nothing happened, he didn’t grab it out of your grasp. “Why don’t you just come in? I’m still not done.” Placing the towel back on the counter you said “Well then i can wait till you a-” the sound of the shower door sliding open made your heart beat faster than ever as his wet hand rested on your shoulder he moved his hand lower and placed them on the button of your skirt.

“I can help you, it will be easier this way.” No matter what you tried to think no words formed, saying quiet he started to undo your skirt as you covered your face with both hands, once you were in your panties he backed up taking in a good look at you as his cock jumped at the sight. He grabbed your forearms to pull down your hands as he did you immediately shut your eyes as he took off your shirt, leaving you in front of him in your bra and panties. “Such a pretty body for such a beautiful girl.” He said as he kissed your temple while his fingers tangled in the back of your bra as he i clipped it making it collapse onto the floor, his free hand moved down to his cock stroking it slowly not even realizing that you got him unintentionally hard. He cursed under his breath as he started to strip you from your panties as well leaving you completely naked in front of him, “You know to get in the shower you have to open your eyes right.” peeking through your squinted eyes you saw his chest shining from the wetness of the water glistening against the light from above. Not even daring to look down you walked into the shower as he followed, facing the water you get yourself all wet “Can you had me the shampoo?” you asked pointing to the bottle behind him while he nodded in response, as he was about to hand you the bottle he pulled it away. “Let me do it.”

Turning your back towards him he stepped closer and closer as he almost touched you while he flipped the bottle of shampoo over and placing some on your head, putting the bottle back he started to rub in the shampoo in your hair causing your eyes to roll back from such pleasure. You had to admit that Jay’s head massages were way better than Yuna’s but she didn’t have to know that. A soft noise fell from your lips as you felt something hit the bottom of your back, knowing what it already was Jay knew that you knew and immediately started to apologize. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it you just look so fucking and I couldn’t control it but-” Turning around placing your lips on his you felt his cock run up against your pussy lips as he started to hump in between your thighs, washing out the shampoo you leaned you head back till you couldn’t feel it anymore. His lips needed more of you. Desperate for you. Every touch you placed on his body sent a shiver through his spine, the pain in his body was the ache from his cock desperately needing to be inside you. He has used his hand to the thought of you multiple times, thinking of the way you would tease his cock as your finger would tease his tip. His lips moved down to your neck which would for sure leave some red and purple marks on you tomorrow, his face started to heat up causing blush to appear across his full face. Groaning against your skin he pulled his cock out from your thighs while he started to jerk himself off with fast and steady movements, pulling away you watched him jerk himself off as he looked at you look at him. He was mesmerized by you. The way you could just look at him which would cause him to meet into your grasp, running his finger along his tip he threw his head back while he let go of his cock and brung up his hand that was previously jerking himself off, to your mouth. “Spit.” He demanded, following his orders you gathered spit in your mouth as you let it roll off your tongue and down your lips, if he wasn’t on the verge of cumming already he is now.

Placing his spit filled hand back on his cock you could hear the slush and wetness it created, “Y/n, I need you, please.” he asked with pleading eyes looking down at you. You brought your hand to his cock jerking him off instead of him doing it “Be more specific, Jay.” you stated looking up at him while a whine fell from his lip “Need to be inside you so bad.” bringing your fingers to your cunt you stuck to fingers inside of you finger fucking yourself for a minute as he watched with his cock in his hand, taking your fingers out you brought your fingers to his lips as he immediately grabbed your wrist pulling your hand closer so that way he could fully grasp you. With every lick his cock would twitch due to lack of being touched while reviving this much pleasure untouched, “You have any condoms?” he asked looking around “I don’t think so, just fuck me Jay I need you so bad.” with that he had you leaning forward with your hands in front of you as you pushed against the wall while bending over, he ran his tip along your folds as he saw his reddened tip glisten with your pussy juices. Starting to enter your cunt inch by inch a moan would fall from his lips, it wouldn’t even be a small and soft moan it was a airy but genuine moan. Bottoming out inside you he wanted you to adjust to his size but he couldn’t wait as long as he wanted, being inside of you without moving was killing him slowly.

He wanted to move, he needed to. “Can I move Y/n?” Nodding at him he instantly started his movement short and slow letting you ease into the pleasure as the pain from his cock would soon be filled with pleasure, his hands moved to your waist as his thrusts started to be filled with more desperation than before. His groans and your low whines filled the steamy room, the hot water mixed with both of your body heats colliding with one another caused you to have sweat dripping down the side of your face while the water still splashed against Jay’s back. Fucking yourself back on him he felt your movements bent down to your ear “Such a desperate little thing, fuck I can’t wait to feel more of this pussy.” moaning in response he returned to his original stance as his thrusts were more powerful and stronger than before as they were shallow but not anymore. “Feel so fucking good.” He moaned through his gritted teeth, his climax was not that far from him. Usually it would not take him this quick to cum but his desire of you fucking him and your tight pussy gripping his cock was not helping him keep his load in, bringing your hand down to your clit you started to rub it sending immediate more pleasure than ever. You felt like your brain was in the clouds. His cock hit every right space as it kissed your g- spot sending you into a pleasure comma, feeling his cock twitch inside you while his hands gripped your hips harder you could tell his climax was about to hit him as well. “Y/n-n gonna cum, c-cum w’it me.” His voice was shaking as his pronunciation changed from normal to more fucked out, nodding to him again you commented “M-me to-o, so good J-jay. Fuck me h-harder.” hearing you say his name so lewdly sent him over the edge. Pulling out he shot his cum on your back as you continued to come down from your high as you rubbed your clit, turning around to face him he brought you into a hug while you shut the water off. Steeping out of the shower you grabbed another towel to dry yourself off with he brought his towel up to your hair and ruffled it causing most of the water to come off in the towel, wrapping a towel around yourself he had gotten dressed and welled into your room as you picked out your pj’s he watched you. He could stare at you forever. “Can you turn around?” He laughed “I was just inside you, and you want me to turn around?” you nodded at him as he obeyed turning around to face your bed while you got changed behind him. Walking over to your bed you laid down with him as you laid your head on his chest as his heartbeat southed any pains that came your way, “Next time, I want to fuck you while you look me in the eyes.” turning your head up to look at him you nodded while snuggling deeper into his warm body.

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