#im okay with classroom pets

[ainawgsd]

🫤 Apparently this is the 11yo's newest classroom pet. I sent a message to the teacher expressing my concerns.

[mieluscious]

say it. geto suguru

ෆ pairings : geto suguru × female reader

ෆ genre : smut, pwp

ෆ word count : 4k2

ෆ miel's note : part 1

ෆ warnings : mdni. bully!geto, nerd!reader, reader wears glasses, hate sex, degradation, cheating (on gojo but he doesn't give a fuck tbh), face slapping (geto gets slapped), rough sex, hair pulling, risk of getting caught, dumbification, makeout, spit play, geto is a piece of shit, lowkey toxic, clit pinching, pussy fingering, face grabbing, they fuck against a window and on the teacher's desk . . . ໑ ‧ ₊ ⊹˚

“teacher, should i study this chapter for tomorrow's midterm?” you tried to study as hard as you could to get the best grade in your school, seeing your name at the top of the list was such an intense feeling of pride that you became obsessed with it. the teacher approached your desk and circled with his red pen what would be important for you to learn.

“this chapter is not very important but it's good to have everything in mind, you’re a good student y/n.” he smiled and you lowered your head, blushing as you thanked him. “i have to go away for a while. is it okay if i leave you here all alone?” you nodded at him with a smile.

“it’s fine don’t worry, im gonna stay a little bit longer and when i’m done i’ll give the classroom keys back to the secretary.” he smiled back and grabbed his bag, he wished you good luck and disappeared behind the classroom door, leaving you alone with your books. 

you were so busy solving your math problem that you didn't hear the door open behind you. you gasped as two hands came down hard on your desk. he pressed his chest against your back, and you could now feel his breath against your ear. "you really are the teacher's pet mh?” you didn't move, thinking that your anger would please him too much, you continued to study as if nothing had happened, putting your glasses back on your nose. “aw are you ignoring me y/n?” you still didn't move, and he took the opportunity to press his lips to your ear. 

fearing what he might say, you spoke before he did. “where is satoru ?” he straightened up and sighed, he stepped in front of you and rested his lower back against the desk behind him. you blushed slightly as you remembered the last time he positioned himself like that in front of you. your face was still down on your notebook, but you could feel his piercing gaze on you. he rested his head on his shoulder while his eyes analyzed your face, it was the first time he'd seen you with glasses on. you were very pretty today and he couldn't stop looking at you. 

“why don’t you try to look at me if you want to ask me a question.” his voice was deeper and you prayed inwardly that he didn't see your ears twitching. you raised your head towards him, his dark gaze met yours and a smirk played across his lips.

“i don’t like you, i don’t want you to be around me.” he licked his lips as he saw your face harden in annoyance. “and if satoru isn't around i don’t understand why the hell you are here but let me tell you something, i don’t give a fuck, you know why ? because i don’t have time for you geto.” his smile widened at the mention of his last name and seeing him so arrogant irritated you even more, you just wanted to study peacefully  and he had to come here to piss you off. he jerked your desk with his foot making you get up from your chair. “what the fuck are you doing ?” his eyes fell on your outfit. cute. you saw him move and you immediately froze. “stop. don’t come near me.” he approached you and you took several steps backwards before ending up pressed against one of the classroom windows. you turned your head to the side to see that some students were playing soccer in the schoolyard. 

geto placed his leg between your thighs. you pressed the back of your head against the window as you felt him bring his face closer to yours, you didn't lower your gaze from his eyes, you didn't want to show him that he could intimidate you. he placed his hands on either side of your hips on the windowsill. since he was much taller than you he pressed his forehead against yours, looking down at you. “you're back to being the mean little girl you like to be with me.” his nose was touching yours. you held back a squeal when you felt his knee rise between your thighs. “behave y/n.” 

you brought your face closer, brushing your lips against his, your eyes juggling between his two eyes. “aw are you mad at me? you're not scaring me, geto.” he smiled once again. “i'll never listen to you, you mean nothing to me. you're the only one who's obsessed with me.” one of his hands slipped behind your lower back, bringing your hips close to his thigh. you opened your mouth slightly as you felt the pants on his leg press against the fabric of the lace panties under your skirt. his eyes dropped on your luscious mouth. you smiled. “i didn’t know i had that much of an effect on you.”

“then why are you looking at me like that?” his hand behind your back grabbed the fabric of your skirt, pushing you harder against his leg making you reach for his uniform jacket as your clit came into contact with his thigh. “why do you always look at me like you want me to throw you against a wall and fuck you until you can't walk anymore?” he pressed you harder against the window, his hand still behind you, making you arch your back. “you should stop lying lil nerd.” you tugged at the bottom of his jacket, biting your lip under his dark gaze. he rubbed his thigh against your clit again, making you open your mouth a little wider. “does hating me turn you on that much?” 

“you wish.” his other hand grabbed your throat, causing you to let out a soft moan from between your lips.

“should i check then?” you mewled quietly as you felt the hand behind your back gently brush its fingers over your hip to reach under the front of your skirt. his thumb brushed your clit against your panties and your teeth sank even deeper into your lip under geto's watchful gaze. his finger gently tugged at your panties letting it seep between your pussy lips making you close your thighs on his leg. you turned your head to the side when you felt his face down your neck, he pressed his lips to your ear and chuckled at how wet you were, making you flinch. “such a lil liar, hm?” he licked the inside of your ear and a moan betrayed you. you didn't realize how hard you were pulling on his jacket until the buttons fell off and scattered on the floor, revealing his muscular body in his molded black t-shirt. he smiled. “just ask me if you want to see me naked.” 

his necklace gently caressed the skin of your collarbones as he breathed. his thumb pressed on your jaw, making you throw your head back a little more against the window. “i’d rather die” you looked at him out of the corner of your eye, gritting your teeth as he lifted his face to yours, smiling arrogantly. you were fighting yourself so hard, you hated geto deeply and you'd never lied about this feeling but you couldn't deny the sexual attraction you had for him. the way he looked at you was so different from gojo. he liked to push your buttons and he knew how to do it, and even if his arrogant and proud behavior pissed you off to no end you knew that deep down you couldn't help imagining yourself making him shut his mouth in a more explicit way. you smirked as you caught him looking at you, his eyes slowly roving over every feature of your face. “what's wrong pretty boy you wanna take a picture? so you can jerk off on it at night.” 

his whole hand was now in your panties he pinched your clit hard between his thumb and his forefinger making you squeal loudly. you grabbed his wrist by reflex. he leaned his head on his shoulder and looked straight into your eyes, his gaze growing colder despite his beautiful smile. “i don't need a picture for that.” you blushed against your will at his words. you sighed at him to go fuck himself when his thumb began to slowly massage your clit. he licked his lips as he watched you try as best you could to keep your moans to yourself, the bastard knew exactly how to make you feel good and it pissed you off as much as it aroused you. he grasped your jaw firmly and found himself between your thighs, his lips brushing yours. “my lil doll is trying so hard, so cute.” his thumb rubbed your clit harder making you open your mouth wider under his burning gaze. “yeah? does it feels good?” you grabbed his shirt with both hands, tugging at it angrily, hating him for making you want him so much. he chuckled, seeing you so frustrated reminded him of an angry little kitten. the pleasure you felt under his caresses was driving you crazy. you knew you could cum very quickly and you didn't want to let yourself be defeated so easily. but the look in his eyes was so intense that you couldn't stop yourself from moaning against his lips.

“s-stop looking at me-” you squealed as you felt him pinch your clit again. “-like that.” you slammed your fist against his chest. “fuuck- i fucking hate you-” you tried to escape his gaze by turning your head to the side, but he caught it immediately, pressing the back of your head harder against the window. he pushed two fingers into your pussy and you moaned loudly, wrapping your legs around his waist. 

he fingerfucked you hard, making you bang against the window with each thrust. you could no longer hold back your moans, you were so loud you were sure you could be heard from the corridor. geto's cocky grin never faded from his face and it frustrated you even more. geto loved to see you lower your weapons under him. you were so cute trying to pretend that the attraction you had for him didn't exist, geto was a great observer and during the few years he was able to spend with you, he had the time to analyze every one of your expressions and know them perfectly. and his favorite one was the face you had when you were about to cum, just like right now. he thrust his fingers inside you so hard that you felt geto's urge to punish you. he smiled even more wickedly as he saw the tip of your tongue sticking out of your mouth. “aw are you getting dumb so easily?” he licked your lips and the walls of your pussy tightened around his fingers. “i can see it on your pretty face.” 

you slid your hands against his torso and finally grabbed his small waist, digging your nails into his skin through the fabric of his t-shirt, making him grunt against your mouth. “y-you..can make me cum all day long. fuck…it won't make me-ah!- r-respect you-” his hand left your jaw to grasp the bottom of your top, lifting it to reveal your breasts in your black lace bra. he stuck the end of your shirt in your mouth, letting you reveal yourself to him. you let him do it, looking at him with a dark look in your eyes. 

your orgasm rose higher and higher as you felt his large hand grasp your breast under your bra, massaging your bud firmly. “what a nasty little mouth you have.” his thrusts between your legs accelerated making you arch your back against his chest, his cold necklace swayed against the burning skin of your neck. "shall i teach you another lesson?" your moans grew louder when geto spat on your breast bud and blew on it. you nodded at him and pulled on his shirt, wanting to bring him closer to you. he smiled. you were so much more docile when you were close to cuming. geto caught your lip between his teeth before sucking on it. his hand slid down your back to grasp your ass firmly. you moved your hips against his fingers, moaning loudly against his lips while meeting each of his thrusts, you were feeling it, your orgasm was building, and you couldn't take your eyes off his but it’s when you were about to cum when geto decided to take his fingers out of your pussy. 

he took a step backwards, leaving you panting against the window. you only realized a few seconds later that he'd just stopped you from cuming on purpose, he stood proudly in front of you with his hands in his pockets, smiling even wider as he saw your eyes darken and your cheeks turn red with anger. “that’s why i fucking hate you.” you stood up and slammed your fist into his chest, making him chuckle. “you’re just a fucking asshole.” you hit him again. “a fucking piece of shit.” he whistled, impressed to hear your little mouth let out so many nasty words at once. you felt so humiliated and the fact that he was openly laughing at you made you even madder. “get the fuck out of here or im calling satoru.” and this time he laughed, a real laugh, your teeth clenched together so hard you were on the verge of breaking your jaw. you couldn’t take it anymore, you turned your back to him to get your things and leave.

he grabbed a chair and sat down. “and what are you going to tell him? mh? that you had my fingers in your cute little cunt 2min before i bothered you?” you froze. he tilted his head to the side, watching your body tremble slightly. “we could also show him how much you loved it, i still have my fingers wet.” you immediately turned to him and slapped his face with all your might. you breathed heavily while geto were silent, his head tilted to one side because of your slap. 

then reality hit you. you'd just slapped geto.

he sighed softly, moving the few strands of hair that had escaped from his bun over his face. he removed his jacket revealing his muscular arms and you tried to hide your gasp as you met his gaze. his eyes were sharp and darker than ever, the way he looked at you let you know he was going to make you cry in no time. it wasn't the first time you'd angered geto like that, but you'd never been alone in a room with him when he was like that. you could feel the fear rising, but the anger you felt was much more intense to let yourself be fooled by emotions of weakness. "i already told you geto. you don't scare me." his dark gaze slid slowly over your lovely bare thighs.

“mhm.” he tilted his head to the side, licking his lips as he saw your juices running down your leg. “so why are you shaking like that y/n.” you gasped as he stood up from his chair to grab your hair and pull you closer to his face. you grabbed his shirt between your trembling hands. “why do you have to be such a mean lil girl mh?” your lips brushed against each other and his eyes never left yours. “satoru is too nice to you, he doesn't put you in your place enough.” you mewled as he ripped off your panties with his other hand. “i have to fix that.” you wrapped your arms around his neck as he grabbed your ass to lift you up. his mouth caught yours greedily and your tongues began to fight. you pulled yourself away from his lips to tell him how much you hated him. one of his hands grabbed your throat and he walked over to the teacher's desk before positioning you on it, your legs firmly around his waist. he withdrew from your mouth and allowed himself to spit into it. “look at you.” he spat again. “you wanna fuck mh?” he laid you on the desk and lifted your skirt, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers. “you dare to slap me and then you want to fuck me mh?” he spat on your clit making you arch your back against the desk, your eyes filled with a mixture of rage and excitement. “such a nasty lil girl.”

his hand went into his pants to pull out his cock and your legs tightened around his waist wanting him inside you as fast as possible. “fuck you.” you tilted your head to the side and arched your back to remove your top and bra, leaving only your skirt on. “you're the most annoying guy i've ever met in my life.” he pressed his hand against your lower belly and you mewled as you felt his cock slap and slide against your pussy lips, slamming it against your clit. he approached you and put his forearms on either side of your head. you grabbed his lip between your teeth and pulled it before letting him suck on your tongue. “you're a fucking asshole.” he thrust his cock against your pussy without getting inside making you both groan. “i have to fuck you to get you out of my head.” he smiled devilishly against your lips and finally thrust his cock inside your cunt causing you to throw your head back and let out a loud scream.

his stomach rubbed yours with each of his powerful thrusts, stimulating your clit against his pubis at the same time. you put your arms behind his back and grabbed the bottom of his shirt, pulling on it to let him know you wanted him to take it off. you mewled as you felt him accelerate his thrusts. “you can't keep still huh? needy lil girl always wants something.” you squealed in frustration and pulled even harder on his shirt, finally making him stand up, take it off and throw it behind him before falling back on top of you, leaving you free to scratch the skin on his back. he moaned against your mouth as he felt your sharp nails dig into his skin. “look at you. fuck.” his hand slipped between your legs to grab one of your thighs and press it against the desk, making you spread your legs wider. you groaned, arching your back as he put his knee on the desk to fuck you even deeper. 

your hands went up to his hair, you loosened his bun, letting his long locks fall over his shoulders and against your neck. you tugged at themz firmly, causing him to throw his head back with a grunt. your pussy tightened around his cock as your eyes fell on his adam's apple. “i-it’s not because-” your fingernails dug even deeper into his skin as his balls slammed harder against your ass. “-your dick is good…ah-that i give a fuck about..- you-” he chuckled and looked down at you as he kept pounding your pussy.

“my dick is good huh?” he grabbed your throat and squeezed hard, making you squeal from lack of air. “you’re so honest. what's satoru gonna think of you mh?” you pulled even harder on his hair, which made him growl again. “what will he think of his little princess who likes to be fucked by his best friend's cock?” this time you tried to slap him, but he grabbed your hand and slammed it over your head against the desk. he smiled at the sight of your breasts bouncing with each of his thrusts. “you like slapping me a little bit too much.” he caught your hand in his hair and pressed it against the desk as well. you were now a moaning mess underneath him, the way geto hit his cock directly against your g-spot so easily drove you crazy. you arched your back so hard that your breasts were pressed against his chest, geto didn't miss a moment of the show you were offering him, your delicious mouth that let out little mewls and the glasses that slipped off your nose with each of his thrusts only made his cock even harder. “im so sad for satoru” he stopped himself to pull out his cock and thrust back inside brutally, making you scream so fucking loud. “he can't even see how pretty you look right now.” you squealed when geto suddenly straightened up and pulled you against him, your hands slid over his ass loving the feel of his deep thrusts and you stayed like that for a few seconds, enjoying the way geto was fucking you. you finally looked up at him and your heart skipped a beat when you caught him already looking at you. his mouth was half-open, letting out silent moans as his piercing gaze studied your tear-filled eyes. he brought his face close until his nose touched yours. “say it.” you let out a sob against his mouth as you felt him grab your wrists with one hand and pin them behind your back with an iron grip. the skin of his muscular stomach was so warm against yours. the tip of your tongue caressed his lip as you looked into his eyes. “say my name.” he lowered his face into your neck and you threw your head back as you felt his soft tongue caress your skin from your collarbones to your left ear, which he licked and sucked gently, making your whole body tremble with pleasure. “c’mon. say my name the way you so beautifully said it last time.”

his voice was so charming, it vibrated in your ears like a melody and turned you on even more, you could feel your wetness flowing around his cock and on the desk below you. you hated geto, but the way he begged you while placing small little kisses on your ear, made your heart race. and you hated him even more for making you feel that way. you tried to free your wrists from his grip but he held you in place as if his life depended on it. you mewled louder and your tears of pleasure redoubled as he continued to thrust harder and harder inside you. the sound of his balls slamming into your ass echoed throughout the classroom. you could feel your juices starting to spurt around his cock, a sign that you were about to cum. he grabbed your jaw with his other hand, making you look at him in the eye again, his forehead against yours. your mouth opened wide, letting out louds "ah-aha-haah-ah" as your legs trembled around his waist. geto looked at you intensely, his eyebrows frowned and he moaned louder, feeling that he was close to cumming too. your walls tightened deliciously around him when you lowered your gaze to where you were both connected, you couldn't help but find satisfaction in the way his fat cock kept pounding inside you. you looked up at him again and felt like you were going to cum when you saw his face, geto looked so helpless at that moment his cheeks were all pink and a few strands of his now damp hair fell over the pretty features of his face. “s-suguru..” a sparkle flashed in his eyes. his grip on your wrists loosened and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his neck. you gently kissed his lips and gazed into his eyes. “m-make me cum.. s-suguru-” 

and that's when geto snapped, his eyes immediately darkened when he saw you so sweet and pretty for him. he slammed you back against the desk and brought your legs over his shoulders, this new position made you scream and he pushed inside you much deeper, hitting your g-spot every time. he inserted his thumb in your mouth and watched you being a moaning mess under him. “say you love me y/n.” you could feel the orgasm rising at his words. 

your back arched violently as you felt yourself cumming hard against geto. you thrust your hips against his, your glasses slipped off your nose and an arrogant smile spread across geto's lips as he watched you go stupid over his cock. “ah-ah..ah-i-i love… you suguru-” your half-open lips and feverish gaze planted in his were enough to make him cum inside you while moaning against your lips. 

his thrusts slowed and he put his forearms on either side of your head, smiling as he watched you try to catch your breath, your makeup was running down your pretty face and your glasses had slid against your lips. he gently grabbed the back of your head and blew on your ear, making you flinch. cute.

“i told you i was gonna teach you how to love me.” 

© 𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 ! mdni — do not steal, modify or repost my work pls don't make me mad im a human just like you. ☆⌒(>。<)

[prettyreimagines]

class president — j.ww

warnings; semi public sex, oral (fem receiving), public bathroom sex, unprotected, (they didn't lock the door lol), still in highschool but legal age, pet names, crying.

wc; 3k

wonwoo was busy checking the test papers of the class, sitting at his desk with a pen in his hand. after class, everyone had already left the room. when he was about to check your paper, he glanced at your chair and noticed that your bag was still there.

you were supposed to have gone home by now, his brows furrowed as he took out his phone to text you.

[wonwoo]:

where are you

[y/n]:

😭😭

[wonwoo]:

??

[y/n]:

plsss do not lock the room:(( im still at practice

wonwoo let out a deep breath.

[wonwoo]:

i wont

you smiled at his reply.

you asked your coach if it's okay for you to leave practice early, and the coach agreed. you immediately ran toward your classroom building then suddenly you heard another notification from your phone, and your lips parted as you saw it.

[wonwoo]:

still at the gym?

stay there, i'll get you.

your breath caught, and your eyes widened upon reading his message.

[y/n]:

uh, first floor of the building

you stood still, adjusting your hair. you hissed when you realized that you were covered in sweat.

wiping the sweat from your face, you saw wonwoo walking down the stairs, his eyes immediately found you.

"you left your bag upstairs," he said, and you walked alongside him. both of you returned to the classroom. he went to his desk, took a towel, and handed it to you.

you gasped, "thank you," taking the towel and starting to wipe your face. he glanced at you discreetly before deciding to resume checking the papers.

"why are you checking those?" you asked, puzzled.

"mr. choi asked me to," he replied curtly, not making eye contact.

"you should go home now, it's getting late," the class president looked up at you, and you nodded slowly. but before walking away, you asked, "what about you?"

he raised his eyebrows and asked back, confused, "what about me?"

"i mean, aren't you going home too?" you asked, feeling a bit worried. he looked at you and replied, "uh... i'll just finish this first. you can go."

you nodded and decided to leave the classroom and head home.

days went by, and everything seemed normal, except for the fact that you and wonwoo had been exchanging eye contacts and unknowingly throwing flirts at each other. while you might not have noticed, your classmates certainly did.

they would tease both of you about everything you did.

it was after class, and everyone had already left the classroom except for you and the class president. he handed you the keys and mentioned that he would go home first to study early.

as he was about to leave the classroom, you gathered your courage and shouted, "president!" he turned and looked at you, waiting for what you had to say. with nervousness, you bit your lips and asked, "do you like me?"

he froze, his eyes locked with yours, unsure of how to respond. he stood there silently, leaving you waiting for an answer.

"aren't you... going to answer?" you asked, but immediately gasped as you realized what you had just said. embarrassed, you turned your back to him, feeling as if you had forced him into a difficult situation.

"i... do i... like you?" he asked, his voice filled with uncertainty. mentally cursing yourself for the confusion, you looked at him again, expecting him to answer your question rather than posing another one.

"i... i asked you that question..." you said awkwardly, feeling a bit flustered. his captivating eyes remained fixed on you, and you couldn't help but feel exposed and vulnerable.

"i... i honestly don't know," he said quietly.

his response left you feeling uncertain and a bit disappointed. was that a rejection? you couldn't help but feel embarrassed at this point. looking around the empty classroom, you let out a sigh and said, "it's fine... i just asked." you chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

wonwoo nodded and left the classroom, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts. you couldn't help but overthink about tomorrow and how the atmosphere between the two of you might become more tense.

while wonwoo was studying, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. you were occupying his mind, making it difficult for him to focus on his studies.

"she must've misunderstood..." he sighed, overthinking the way he had expressed himself earlier. he was confused and realized that he genuinely didn't know his own feelings yet. however, the way he had responded made it sound like a rejection.

"aish..." he sighed, dropping his pen in frustration. unable to shake off his thoughts, he took out his phone and texted you again.

[wonwoo]:

hey

[wonwoo]:

hello ?

you saw his message but hadn't replied yet. he noticed that his message had been seen but not responded to, and now regret was slowly consuming him, driving him crazy.

and now he couldn't even sleep

"this is crazy," wonwoo whispered to himself, growing increasingly frustrated with his racing thoughts that were keeping him awake.

"how could she just say it like that, as if it was nothing?" he sighed, feeling a mix of confusion and irritation. he tried to pinch himself, hoping to snap out of his restless state, but it didn't seem to help.

morning came and the class started, but both of you were avoiding each other at all costs. every time wonwoo saw you walking towards his direction, he would try to disappear in an instant. similarly, whenever you spotted him near you, you would go to great lengths to distance yourself, even dragging your best friend away from his presence.

"whyy?" your best friend asked in frustration.

"it feels like both of you are magnets with opposite poles, constantly avoiding each other!" she was so exasperated that she even grabbed hold of her own hair in frustration.

you let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the situation. "i don't know," you replied, your voice tinged with a mix of confusion and longing. "it's just... complicated, i guess."

"just ask him again how he feels," your friend rolled her eyes in frustration. you shook your head, feeling hesitant about the idea.

"it will look like i forced him or something," you murmured, feeling unsure about the right approach. your friend simply shrugged and said, "sounds like a you problem. i'm off, bye!" and with that, she left.

you whined, trying to catch up with her, but as you turned around, you felt someone's presence behind you. you silently prayed to all heavens and saints, hoping that it wouldn't be wonwoo. however, luck was not on your side, as you turned and find him standing there.

your heart skipped a beat, and a mix of nervousness and anticipation flooded through you. it was an unexpected encounter, and now you had to face him directly.

"i-uh..." you stammered, your nerves getting the best of you, making it difficult to speak properly.

"can we talk?" wonwoo asked, his gaze averted. "not in this hallway..."

you nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and curiosity. "sure, let's find a quieter place," you replied, your voice slightly shaky. you both began to walk towards your empty classroom.

when you reached the classroom, the awkwardness was permeating the atmosphere. you faked a cough, and he scratched his nape. both of you were lost and didn't know exactly what to do.

"uhm, you don't really have to-" you were cut off when he suddenly spoke. "i like you. i liked you too... and i'm sorry for confusing you."

your lips parted in shock, and you froze as you just stared at him. you kinda wished you had never asked him that question, as now you're confused about your feelings too.

if both of you like each other, then what does that make you two?

"do you like me?" wonwoo asked.

you bit your lip and slightly nodded, looking away.

"good to know," wonwoo smiled awkwardly.

what does he mean by that? "good to know" what? did he just say that? at some point, you just want to be buried alive. the awkwardness is terrible.

—

when you got home, you can't get what he said out of your mind. "good to know?" you don't know if you want to cry or what. you both like each other, but you're not doing anything. what are you? friends? best friends? classmates?

—

you were invited to a party, a small celebration because of the school's upcoming graduation. however, you don't want to attend because you know wonwoo will be there. but your best friend keeps nagging you to go and accompany her to the party, otherwise, you wouldn't have come.

and there you are, sitting in the corner of the club, wearing a red fitted dress with your hair tied up, trying to hide yourself from wonwoo and his friends.

"come on, let's dance," your best friend shakes your shoulder. you keep shaking your head, telling her no, but she insists.

"i hate you," you rolled your eyes at her, but she still dragged you towards the dance floor. both of you danced, smiling, laughing, cheering, and drinking. it was a messy but enjoyable time.

meanwhile, wonwoo was silently staring at you from afar. his friends were drunk, but he remained sober, sitting quietly in the corner, observing you having fun.

then suddenly, a man approached and started dancing with you. at first, you were unbothered, but his hand placement while dancing made you uncomfortable. his hands kept traveling from your waist to your hips, despite your attempts to create distance.

your best friend remained unaware of the situation, but wonwoo surely noticed. he stood up and walked towards you, his expression stern and his eyes dark. "that's enough," he said firmly, directing his gaze at the guy. the man immediately felt scared and backed away, muttering an apology before walking away.

wonwoo then looked at you with those intense eyes. it was difficult to decipher their meaning, but one thing was clear — he wanted to do something, yet he managed to control himself.

"uh—" you didn't even get a chance to speak before he dragged you towards an empty hallway. he was mentally cursing himself, aware that if he didn't control himself, he could do something that he might regret.

once both of you reached the empty hallway, his palms traveled from your shoulders to your neck, holding you gently. "i want to kiss you," he chuckled.

your lips parted, and you couldn't hide the way your cheeks grew hotter. he simply smiled and asked, "can i?" you nodded in response.

"i need words.." he calmly said, his eyes fixed on you, waiting for your response. your impatience and desire were growing stronger.

"please," you whispered, unable to contain your longing any longer.

"fuck," he muttered under his breath, unable to control himself.

 

he immediately placed his lips on yours, making your grip on his shirt tighter. his hands went down on your waist.

 

he looked at you as soon as he parted, his eyes on yours. he was asking for permission with those looks. you nodded, letting him do whatever.

 

he chuckled softly. "you're going to be the death of me," he whispered. he looked around, making sure the hallway was empty. he then kissed you again. he gently guided you towards the nearest bathroom without breaking the kiss.

 

he groans under your lips as he leans you towards the sink, your back touching the cold marble, making you flinch a little.

 

his lips traveled down to your neck, carefully sucking it, making sure he didn't leave a mark. "wonwoo, lock the door," you whispered, your fingers on his hair.

 

"there's no need," he said under the kisses.

 

"let's just make this quick, yeah?" he looked at you again. he couldn't help but form a smirk; he cannot believe that he was about to fuck the girl he felt so shy talking to before. the girl he was uncomfortably awkward with before.

he cursed under his breath, he saw the way you looked, he hasn't even done anything but you just looked so fucked up, doe eyes looking upon him, lips wet.

"angel." he sighed and then gripped your waist, causing you to turn around and face the mirror. you can see him, clearly.

gently wrapping his arms around you, he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder before bending you towards the sink.

"am i actually going to fuck you?" he laughs at his words, his hands went under your dress, slowly taking off your panty. impatiently, you used your feet to remove it as it reached your knees.

you whined at his words, "just fuck me already"

"what a needy slut" his hands tightened on your waist, and he leaned you closer to the sink, causing your grip to tighten on the cold edge.

he lifted your dress and placed his hand between your legs, gently gliding a finger along your wet clit making you whimper.

he then inserts a finger inside your wet cunt, making you bite your lip. he smiled at your reaction as he saw your reflection in the mirror.

 

he leaned closer to your body as he started moving his finger faster and inserting another one. you couldn't help but release sinful sounds; you cannot hold them in.

 

afraid that someone would hear, you placed your hand in your mouth to hide your moans.

 

he smirked at your action, taking it as a challenge. "come on, let me hear your moans, yeah?" he chuckled as he began moving his finger harder and deeper inside you. you looked up, your legs shaking.

 

"f-fuck, c-cumming!" you gasped, holding on to the cold marble, eyes closed.

 

he kneeled down, fingers still inside your pussy. your legs are about to give up; you can feel yourself getting nearer to the edge.

 

"oh my god," you groaned as you felt his warm tongue on your entrance. he began to suck, making you lose all your sanity. you cried as you felt your orgasm.

 

it hit you like a truck; your vision went white, your legs were shaking, and your cum was was dripping on your legs. wonwoo still eating you out, cleaning you dry.

he hissed when he stood up,he felt the hurt of his growing, hard erection. he looked up as he started to unbuckle his pants. his other hand gripped onto your waist. "you'll have to be more quiet, yeah?" he softly laughs as he frees his cock inside his tight pants. you can feel it poking you from the back. you nodded your eyes in the mirror, looking at his reflection.

 

he slowly entered your sensitive spot, and you closed your eyes. you can feel the pain; it stings so bad. he can see your face; your reaction made him stop midway and look at you worriedly. "are you okay? we don't have to continue if—" you cut him off simply by shaking your head, "no, continue please."

 

he slowly nodded and continued sliding his shaft inside gently. as his cock reached your cervix, you gasped. your hand immediately on your mouth.

 

wonwoo began moving, finding a stable pace. his thrusts were deep, his fingers pulling on your hair while thrusting.

 

he couldn't help it anymore. he began moving faster and deeper inside you. he slammed his cock inside, making you scream in pleasure. "ah!" your tears went down as you could feel your legs wanting to give up on the sudden movement.

 

"fuck," he groaned, looking at your fucked-up face in the mirror. his thrusts were so deep that you could hear the contact of your wet spot with his cock.

 

he leaned closer and placed a finger on your clit rubbing it messily while fucking you out. you cried, and you can feel yourself growing nearer and nearer.

 

your second orgasm came, tears streaked down to your cheeks. he fucked you while he chased his high. your cunt, squeezing him tight.

 

when he felt himself about to cum, he immediately pulled out. jerked himself and released his seed on your ass. you can feel the stickiness drip down to your legs.

he sighed and smiled at the view, whispering into your ear, "you did well, angel."

he kissed your temple and looked around to find your panty. when he saw them on the ground, he chuckled slightly.

he wiped the white stain on your ass using a bathroom tissue, thankfully there's one on the sink.

he fixed his own pants and buckled his belt before kneeling down to pick up your panty on the ground and help you slide them back on.

you sighed, feeling tired.

both of you walked away from the bathroom, carrying on as if nothing had happened. you got in short conversations with your other friends before leaving the bar, as if nothing happene between you and wonwoo.

now, you and the class president share the deepest secret within the classroom.

so this is how a class president fucks, huh?

[pixxiies]

anything for an A+ .

pairing ;; professor!matt x student!fem!oc

warnings ;; SMUTTTT🤞🤞 , age gap (matt is 27 reader is 22), cursing , making out , oral (m receiving) , p in v , fingering , unprotected sex (pls dont!!) , pet names (princess, sweetheart, etc) , lowercase intended and thats it!

a/n ;; pls bare w me im too shy to write on here but first smut post i hope yall likey!!! this is for my baby kitten whiskers; @mattsluttywaist and @cheetahmadi 🥳🥳 also this looked better in drafts

pink: you

blue: matt

. . . . .

“remember, no talking during the test.” was what pulled me out of the trance that i was in. i blinked as i noticed that i was staring at my professor for the entire time he talked about the test we were about to take. professor matthew was walking around the class to give everyone the papers.

“if i catch you talking, i will invalidate your test.” i let out a loud sigh as he placed the paper infront of me, remembering me of the last time that i accidentally spoke during an exam and it led me to get a zero. “yes sir.” i picked up my pencil from my pencil case and started to write my name.

a few hours felt like 10 minutes when my professor said that time was up. i looked down at my test for it not to be completed. “fuck.” i mumbled under my breath. my fingers flipped through the pages to see how many questions i had left. many students had started to walk down to the professors desk to turn it in, soon i was the last student in the class.

“ms. stallord, i said time was up.” he spoke, walking up to my desk. i groan and slouch into my chair. “sir, please is it okay if i finish this after school? i cant afford to fail.” i pout as i looked up at him, his arms crossed with his sleeves rolled up. the brunette shook his head, trying to think of something.

“lets do this.” matt said as he grabbed the packet of paper and walked back to his desk, signaling for me to follow him. i swallowed the lump in my throat while walking close enough to him that i could smell his cologne.

i watched him sit down in his desk and taking out what i assumed was the packet with the answers. the classroom remained quiet for a few minutes, the brunette probably grading what i had done. “C-“ he finally spoke up. i roll my eyes and let out a frustrated whine. “seriously??” matt took off his glasses, “its still passing.” he shrugged. i bit my bottom lip and let it bounce back as i thought. “is there anything i can do at all for extra credit?” i asked, tilting my head to the left and taking a seat next to his desk matt let his glasses on top of his head and pressed his fingers against his mouth. “hmmm, not that i know of, i dont think there is sweetheart.” he replied calmly. my heart skipped a beat as he called me sweetheart in such a way. “i would do anything sir. i cant have my mom know i got a C- on this exam.” i was practically begging at this point. “you got that grade because you didn’t finish the test, probably because you were looking at me. that correct?” he asked me, his head tilting to the side with a cocky smirk spread on his lips. i blinked rapidly when i heard what he had said. but to make it worse, he wasn’t lying. i wasn’t even looking, i was staring. “s-sorry what sir?” i muttered quickly. “you really don’t think i notice ms. stallord?” he chuckled a little bit. i stayed quiet, my cheeks a pink hue.

“now that i pointed it out, you stay silent huh?” matthew stated, his eyebrow raised ever so slightly. “no thats not it um.” i spoke quietly. “i don’t really mean to stare its just that uhm. you are very attractive.. sir.” the sentences left my mouth in a sheepish shaky tone. he laughed quietly to my embarrassment. “dont worry about it. i dont mind.” the brunette said, adjusting his seat so he was closer to me now. god i wanted to kiss him so bad. “o-oh okay, im glad sir.” i replied quietly, my eyes flickering to his lips and my tongue licking my lips to rehydrate them. “please, call me matt.” he mumbled, looking at my eyes then my lips. i listened to my gut and leaned in for a kiss, surprisingly getting one from him back.

my eyes fluttered shut, my heart pounding against my chest as my hands found their way to his loose brunette locks that i messed with slightly. matt nibbled on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue into my mouth. i whined softly, now somehow getting ontop of his lap. my legs were now wrapped around his hips and my hands rested on his shoulders. goosebumps covered each piece of skin matt had been touching. i felt one of his hands slide underneath my shirt, i shivered slightly at how cold his hand actually was.

his mouth detached from mine and he started to leave wet open mouthed kisses along my jawline and neck. small moans come out of my mouth as he did so, my hand trailed up to his head and i started to scratch his scalp gently. “will this make up the C-, sir?” i asked in an innocent tone as i looked down at him. “if you kneel for me, perhaps.” matt whispered, letting go of my hips and resting his hands back on the arm rests. i smirked with an obedient nod as i slid off of his lap and in between his legs. i kneeled in between his clothed thighs, my hands sliding up and down on them softly. i unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down and threw them somewhere in the classroom.

matt was left in his light grey boxers that had a small dark stain from his pre-cum on them. my fingers hooked around the waistband of his boxers and i pulled them down. his 7.4in slapped my face lightly as soon as i took off his boxers.

my mouth began to practically drool as soon as i saw him fully. i wrapped my cold palm around his base firmly and stroked him slowly. i made sure to make my thumb slide right through his slit.

“fuckk.” he whined, looking down at me. i looked up at him with innocent doe eyes as my hand began to stroke him up and down a bit more quicker now. i kissed his tip before taking him entirely in my mouth.

i felt his hand turn down to my hair, he grasped it and made it into a makeshift ponytail. my tongue slid over the head of his cock as i bopped my head up and down. i heard a string of swears pouring out of matt’s name while he began to thrust his ups upward. “fuck fuck yes yes.” the brunette groaned out. he started to twitch in my mouth which told me that he was getting close. soon enough, he spewed his cum down my throat. his cock left my mouth with a wet pop. i rubbed off any of his white liquid that was on my mouth. “you did so well.” he purred, i kissed his tip one last time and earning a small whine from him.

i stood back up and before i could say anything, he grabbed me and sat me down on his lap. “oh princess im not done with you.” the brunette said, placing his hands on my hips. my core was begging for any sort of friction.

matt’s hand slid underneath my skirt, his thumb rubbed over my clothed clit gently. a small whine left my lips as i tried to balance myself by having my hands on his shoulders. he hooked his slender fingers on my panties and he pushed them to the side. “your so wet already sweetheart.” he cooed, his fingers tracing my entrance. “dont tease.” i begged with my eyes fixating onto his face. matt tilted his head to the side as he slowly shoved his digits inside of my cunt.

his fingers slid easily in and out of me, they curled against my g-spot occasionally. i bit my bottom lip to hold back my small whimpers as i clenched around him. “oh shit.” i breathed out, my head leaning back slightly. matt thrusted his fingers in and out while the familiar knot started to form in my stomach. his slender digits continued to stab my pussy, but before i could finish on them he slid them out. “why’d you stop?” i pout with a small whimper. “not letting you finish just yet sweetheart.” matt spoke softly as he aligned his tip with my cunt.

before anything else, he slowly thrusted into me. as soon as he was inside of me, i made sure to squeeze around him perfectly. “tell me when i can move.” the brunette whispered so i could get a chance to adjust to his size. matt’s finger tips grazed my hips gently, his eyes fixated on my face. “o-okay.” a shaky moan left my lips. with no hesitation, he started to thrust in and out of me.

i leaned my head back when his tip kissed my sweet spot within every thrust. matt rested his hands against my hips a bit more roughly as he rutted his hips into mine. god he was so deep inside of me. i guess i was being a little bit too loud that caused matt to shove two of his fingers down my throat. “gotta be quiet baby.” he whispered, still plunging himself into my wet core. i coated his digits with my salvia, using the opportunity to do so. “m’so close sir.” i whine out when matt slid his fingers out of my mouth. his tip stabbed my cervix a few more times before the knot in my stomach started to form again. i felt him twitching inside of me, letting me know that he was about to cum again. “cum for me sweetheart.” he moaned out as his hips began to stutter into mine.

after a few more thrusts, i came all over his cock. it wasn’t too long before matt came deep inside of me ether. he fucked me through our high before he pulled himself out. “so, can i get an A+ now?” i asked with a small smirk spread on my face. “yes, you can sweetheart.”

. . . . .

a/n part 2: i started writing this at 4am and i finished at 4pm 😭😭 sorry if this isnt that good i hate writing fics publicly 😕

[sour-octopussy]

TEACHERS PET (pt 1)

part 2 coming

rom-com

characters; professor matt × y/n

warnings; making out, cursing

summary; you were failing maths class. first it was your own stupidness but then it started to be because of the teacher that started to piss you off. you stopped doing your homework, causing you to stay after class for detention.

authors note; i know the "i hate" part in the first paragraph is giving 10 thing i hate about you, i just had to🤸‍♀️

you walked into the classroom, clearly annoyed, going to your desk and sitting down. the teacher starts lecturing the class while you looked like you couldnt care less. you hated him. you hated the way he looked at you, you hated the way he taught the lesson, you hated his lesson, but most of all, you hated that you found him attractive.

you put in both of your airpods as you put your head on the desk and started sleeping.

matt always took glances at you whenever he had a lesson with you. when he saw you sleeping he rolled his eyes. as the class was busy trying to solve the equation, he walked over to your desk.

he saw your phone on the desk, your airpods in. he double tapped the screen to see what youre listening to.

Teacher's Pet by Melanie Martinez

a slight grin formed on his face, but you still sleeping was pissing him off. "y/n" he whispered to wake you up but you werent planning on doing so. he repeated your name once again, a bit more louder but the music in your ears were canceling every other noise.

you wake up to a nudge on your shoulder. you raise your head to see your math teacher. you scoff as you take off one of your airpods.

"y/n, homework please" he said, holding out his hand for you to hand in your homework.

"didnt do it" you reply. he was irritated by your lack of attention to his class.

"youre failing all your exams, atleast do your homework" he said as you rolled your eyes putting your head back on the desk to sleep, or you were planning too before he lifted your chin with his fingers so you would look at him. "youre staying after class"

you scoff as he walks away "no im not" you reply.

"yes you are" he replied. both of you were getting frustrated "im not!"

"dont raise your voice at me" he said his voice strict, as he turned back to you.

"and what if i do!" you yell back. you've had enough of him acting like a dickhead. it wasnt your fault you were stupid and didnt understand anything.

"y/n y/l/n youre staying an extra hour for detention." he said. the whole class went silent as they all looked at you. "this is not fair" you say as the class got dismissed and everyone started leaving.

you werent planning on staying after class, so you started packing your stuff before you felt an hand on your shoulder.

"not so fast"

the last student had left the class and closed the door behind themself. now it was just you and youre teacher.

"y/n whats wrong with you" matt says as he leans at the desk next to yours. "nothings wrong with me" you mutter.

"well clearly there is since youre always acting like a brat in my class" he says, standing up and getting closer to you.

"well youre acting like a dickhead!" you shout back, causing him to chuckle and raise both of his hands as defense

"whoaah, pipe down lovergirl." he said as he admired your features. you couldnt help but find him attractive aswell.

"didnt know you had such a dirty mouth" he says as he crouches down to your height since you were sitting down.

you roll your eyes as he chuckles slightly and stands up. "you have a nice music taste" he said as you froze and opened your phone to stop the music still playing in your ears.

"teachers pet huh" he says as he slightly tilts his head. "what are you on" you reply. you were trying to act mean, knowing damn well you were getting soaked between your legs.

"okay sweetheart lets stop acting stupid," he says as you scrunch your eyes. "sweetheart? what are you, a pedo?"

"good one" he says as he chuckles. you cant help but find his laugh adorable. "but no, youre 21 and im 25, which in fact does not make me a pedophile" he replies.

"oh okay smartiepants"

"does that pretty mouth of yours do anything instead of talking crap" he says. you didnt want to admit it but he turned you on so much.

"it does" you mumble as you slowly stand up.

"it does?" matt says as he bites his lip while watching you stand up.

he probably expected something like a kiss or maybe a blowjob but you were too unserious for that shit. instead you looked at him with awe before slapping him.

"y/n what the fuck!" he yelled as he held his cheek. you laugh to yourself before taking his hand away from his face and pushing your lips on his.

he was mad at first but slowly fell into the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist.

you deepened the kiss by opening your mouth, causing his tongue to slip down your throat as he picked you up in his lap, slowly grinding his hips.

as you hug his neck and start leaving hickeys he plays with your hair, moaning softly.

"matt.." you whisper. "yes sweetheart?"

"i kind of needs some extra points"

"my house at 11pm this night, and youll get the extra points, little teachers pet."

guys this was my first ever writing i promise they will get better, thankyouu❤️

[geminibsworld]

teachers pet pt. 3

summary: dramaaaa + maybe smut we’ll see ;)

warning: smut, and alcohol (oooh so scary)

🦋

it’s been a week since the whole thing with Tom, daisy has started to see a guy named Cole. he was dangerous but oh so attractive. daisy really enjoyed being with him but missed tom, secretly of course, only ellie knew how daisy was actually feeling.

cole’s hands searched daisys waist as they kissed, her hands on his jaw, cupping softly. she smiles into the kiss, as his hands grip her fleshy ass. she pulls away in a giggle fit, “stop, cole, seriously we’ll get in trouble,” cole smirks before kissing a lingering kiss to her mouth.

tom watches near by, crossing his arms, his bright green sweater giving him away. he watches with a straight face, as some douchebag touches his daisy, he scoffs pushing himself off the wall approaching them.

“excuse me, no pda in the hallways please,” he clears his throat, that asshole proceeds to respond to him.

“then we’ll go somewhere else and do more,” cole responds, daisy smacks him on the chest giving him a look.

“okay, i apologize Mr. blyth,” daisy speaks, grabbing cole’s hands taking him away. cole glanced at Tom, eyeing him before placing a wet kiss on daisys lips. he pulls back, smirking then walking away.

“he’s new,” tom grumbles, daisy rolls her eyes.

“so is your apparent wife,” she chuckled, bitterly. tom sighed, “come with me to the test room i need your help,”

“you’re lucky i have a free period, what is it?” daisy asked curiously, tom smiled a small but quick smile before his face hardened again.

“uh, nothing too crazy. just need your help grading some papers, you’re still my assistant right?” he asked, a grin playing on his lips as his eyes poured into daisy. daisy couldn’t help but smile back. she hated how she felt towards tom but she couldn’t help it, he was so charming and beautiful.

“y-yeah, of course,” daisy smiles, her cheeks flushing as tom smirks at her turning around leading the way. she follows behind him suddenly feeling nervous, she hasn’t been alone with him since that day.

🦋

they arrive at the classroom, he unlocks the door as she watches his large hands, almost in slow motion. her cheeks heat up, her lower stomach starts to warm up, she can’t help but think of his hands on her. his calloused yet, soft large warm hands touching her warm skin. when they touched, it felt like she was on fire.

“daisy? you coming?” his voice snaps her out of her daze, she snaps her eyes up at him. they lock eyes, and her breath hitches.

“uh-yeah, im sorry,” she breathes, he smirks to himself. he holds open the door as she walks by him, she breathes in his scent and she can’t help but yearn for him. she clears her throat, setting down her backpack, and sitting down at a table.

as they walked in the room, tom handed her a stack of papers. she smiled quickly, before grabbing a pen from her bag. tom sat next to her on his swivel chair, his large sweater sat on his broad toned frame, one arm grading the papers as the other sat on his lap. he marked, and adjusted things that’s needed to be marked, daisy glanced at him before looking away. she couldn’t help but feel excited to be close to him again, but she felt weird at the same time.

“there’s an event tonight,” he spoke, not looking at her. she hummed in response, he glanced over at her.

“yes i know,” she said, not wanting to look at him. he chuckled to himself. he turned himself on the chair, scooting closer to her. she gulped, she could smell him he was so close.

“are you going?” he asked, his arm brushing hers as he turned. the room was silent, the only sound that was going on was the clock ticking, daisys foot tapped anxiously against the floor, she sighed looking at him sitting her pen down.

“yes, with cole. are you?” she asked, tightly finally looking at him. she quivered slightly finally making eye contact, his eye contact was too intense especially with her being close.

“yes, uh with my wife,” he said, hesitantly before nodding along with his words. daisy smiled, trying to hide her feelings but obviously it didn’t work.

“daisy-“ he started, daisy shook her head. he sighed nodding, he knew this would be complicated but fuck, he was obsessed with her.

“im going to go, Mr. blyth,” she said, her voice small, she started packing up her stuff not looking up at him. tom sighs, closing his eyes and opening them to see daisy flinging her backpack over her shoulder.

“i can’t be your assistant anymore, i literally can’t stand being so close to you,” daisy says, her voice breaking walking away. tom wanted to chase after her, but didn’t. daisy walked away wiping a tear from her cheek, before opening the heavy door and slamming it closed.

🦋

later in the evening, she helped cole and ellie tie their ties, her pumps already aching, but she fought through it. her, cole, and ellie had been pregamining for about an hour or so as they got ready. ellie knew about what happened between her and tom earlier today, ellie hurt for her best friend. she could see she was fighting something inside of her, she just wanted to be there for her.

“baby, you look so hot. i can’t get over it,” cole’s green eyes poured into hers, smirking, as he places a kiss on her neck.

“thank you baby,” she grinned, she didn’t feel the same fiery energy towards him as she did cole, she hated it almost. felt boring to her.

“let’s go and get this over with,” ellie said, before chugging some tequila. daisy made a face before taking the bottle, and drinking some as well. she hissed, coughing slightly, cole and ellie laughed at her. cole takes daisys hand, as ellie followed behind.

they walk down the stairs, and walking out the door, walking out to cole’s car. he opens the passenger door and the back passenger door, ellie and daisy smiled, saying thanks before they climbed in.

cole drove, as ellie and daisy sipped some drinks, laughing and giggling at nothing. they arrive at the hotel where the event was being place, daisy opens the door stumbling out, as cole steadies her. daisy doesn’t drink often, and barely ate today, ellie follows behind as daisy giggles.

“she’s wasted already?” cole asks, his pushing his sandy blonde hair out of his face. ellie makes a face, shrugging.

“it’s fine,” ellie says, grabbing daisy’ hand. daisy grins at her friend, as cole follows after them. daisy stumbles on her pumps, cole pulls down her dress from the back, daisy laughs pulling away from ellie turning around giving him a kiss on his lips. he kisses her quickly, turning her around as daisy makes a noise of protest.

“i don’t know ellie, she’s kind of being messy,” he says, eyeing her as she walks barely in a straight line, drifting in different directions.

ellie scoffs, getting closer to daisy, she rolls her eyes at him.

“didn’t mind when yall fucked the first time,” she grumbles, wrapping an arm around daisy.

“what was that?” cole asks, a brow arched, ellie laughs at him.

“nothing dude, don’t worry about it, you’re lucky she likes you,” ellie mumbles, pulling daisy into the hotel. they walk shortly, before entering the ball room.

the room was lit up by red, blue, pink, and purple lights. music played from the dj on the stage, the room was filled with students and professors, ellie glanced back seeing cole at a far distance. she pulls daisy into the crowd. she notices daisy is looking around, without trying to be obvious.

“looking for tom?” ellie teases her drunk friend, daisy giggles nodding at her friend. ellie laughs, pulling her deeper into the crowd.

daisy very much obviously kept looking for Tom. she couldn’t help it, plus she wanted to see his supposed wife. she looks around for tall men. specifically, her tall man.

“daisy, i see them,” ellie says, into daisy’ ear. daisy’ eyes widen, looking at ellie. ellie nods, pointing, daisy followed her finger. she looks up and sees tom, he was wearing an all black suit, and the shirt he wore underneath, unbuttoned slightly his chest showing through, a silver necklace. his arm was around a woman, around her waist. he was smiling and laughing with her, daisy stared at them. suddenly tom’s eyes met hers, it was extremely sobering. she quickly looked away feeling her heart race, she quickly grabbed ellie’s pulling her to the drink table. she grabbed two glasses of champagne, downing them one at a time.

ellie stopped her as she grabbed daisy grabbed another, she shook her head at daisy.

“come on, let’s have fun, no more or you’re going to hate tomorrow or do something dumb,” ellie says, taking a quick glance at tom. he was looking over, daisy nods at her friend.

“let’s dance,” daisy says, grinning, ellie smiles nodding, daisy places her hand in hers pulling her into the crowd passing tom, his head following her.

daisy pulls ellie into the crowd, daisy spins around on her heals, before grabbing both of ellie’s hands, daisy walks backwards bumping into people laughing before stopping at a place where she could still see tom. she lets go of ellie, they both dance as daisy is swinging her hips, and shaking her hair, she throws her head back. the room spins around her, she laughs grabbing ellie’s hands, moving their arms up and down, the girls giggling. as the song changes to a slow song, she hears someone clear their throat. ellie glances behind her, daisy drops ellie’s hand as daisy spins around.

tom stood behind daisy, her long hair flying as she spun around, stumbling slightly. tom reached out grabbing her forearms, steadying her, their eyes meeting. electricity, fireworks, whatever, they both felt it. whatever it was, it was obvious.

“been having fun?” he asks, his voice close to her ear, his breath fanning her ear. she gulps, glancing back at ellie, who just grins at her before saying, “im gonna go get a drink, yall have fun,”

daisy pulls her arms away, tom then puts his hands to his side, nervously picking at his fingers. daisy gulps, pushing hair behind her ears, feeling hot.

“yeah, you?” she asks, avoiding eye contact, shortly. he smirks at her, before grinning and nodding.

“of course, i enjoyed your show,” he says, his eyes burning into her soul. she felt like she was going to explode.

“where’s your wife? does she know you’re over here with me?” daisy asks, folding her arms, lowering her eyes at him.

“where’s your boy toy? does he know you’re talking to me?” he asks, matching her energy. his brows arching at her, a playful smile on his lips. daisy can’t help but laugh.

“he called me messy, so we ditched him,” she smiles quickly, at him. tom makes a face, basically saying, ‘Ah,’ then smiling at her. he notices her picking at the hem of her dress. his eyes go to her thighs, then her hips, her waist, her chest, then her face. their eyes meeting, she looks away soon as they meet.

“the wife went home, but i’d really like to talk to you,” he says, reaching out for her hand. their skin connecting, she felt like she was on fire. she was already hot from the alcohol, but him. he made her feel electric.

“uh,” she glances around, looking for ellie, who she’s flirting with a girl by the drink table, “sure,”

🦋

he takes her to a room, he has a room in the hotel. how fucking convenient.

“you know you’re thinking out loud right? i got it just in case,” he says, sliding a key into the door. she walks in, and sees a suit case laid out on a bed. the room was beautiful, had a whole look of the city. the stars shine as much as they could over the lights, daisy ignores tom as she looks out the window. her mouth a gape, her eyes twinkling because of the lights. tom stands next to her, hands in his pockets.

“beautiful isn’t it?” he asks, looking her way. she looks back over at him, their eyes meet. she’s noticed he’s removed his jacket, her eyes glance down at his chest, quickly before looking back at him. he leans his head against the window, looking back out the window.

“so. what did you want to talk about?” daisy asks, her voice feeling hoarse. his eyes snap to her, she’s down on the bed next to her. he follows her body with his eyes, plays with her fingers feeling nervous.

“i can’t stop thinking about you,” he starts, daisy bites her lip in anticipation, she hears him walking closer to her.

“i haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he says, kneeling in front of her. she looks up quickly, his eyes pouring into hers. she gulps, looking back down at her fingers.

“do you feel the same?” he asks, staring deeply at her. his hand reaches out for her knee. she looks up at him, her doe eyes making him weak.

“you have a wife,” she says, bitter leaving her lips. he sighs, scooting in between her legs. she doesn’t fight him, he places his hands on her hips, his lips on her ear, whispering.

“she doesn’t matter, you do,” he whispers, goosebumps appearing on her skin as his hot breath fans her ear.

“it feels wrong,” she mumbles, he nods at her words. his fingers tracing her skin on her thighs,she closed her eyes. she can’t.

“tom- we can’t, i can’t-“ she says, sighing wanting to cry, but she doesn’t wanna ruin her make up. she opens her eyes as tom stand up, his face is soft and disappointed. she nods standing up, going to walk away as she was about to leave. she stopped, her hand mid way reaching for the door.

“seeing you tonight was a bad idea,” daisy says, turning to face him. he lifts his head up, his brows furrowing.

“fuck it, it’s fine,” she strides over to him, throwing her arms around his neck planting her lips to him. his large hands cupping her ass, pulling her into him. her hands tangles in his hair, their mouths connecting and reconnecting, she whimpers as he presses her into his already hardening cock. he moans as she tugs on his hair. he pulls away, her lips attaching to his neck, licking, sucking, under the spot by his ear. his lips fall on her ear.

“fuck babygirl, i’ve missed you,” he moans into her ear, she shivers into him. he slides her dress up over her hips, pressing her into the window. he connects their lips, one arm under her and the other unzipping his pants pulling out his cock. he slides her panties to the side rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“fuck-tom-uh daddy,” she cries out, bucking her hips into his, he groans he glides himself before her wet swollen folds throwing his head back before sliding into her, her pale skin lit up by the city lights as he pressed her body into his.

he starts off slow, his hips slowly moving himself into her, in and out, her mouth agape as he watches her. she soaks his cock so easily, his arm not holding herself up slides up her body yanking down the top of her dress, her small breasts exposed. he leans down placing wet kisses on her neck, collar bones, and chest. she whimpers bucking her hips, tom pulls away cupping her breast then twisting her hard nipple, picking up pace into her. her eyes roll in the back of her head, tom groans watching her whither on his cock. her legs wrap around him, he lets go of her completely trusting himself to keep her against the window, his hand lays under her jaw applying pressure to her neck. she bites her hip, tom picking up pace.

“missed your pussy, so much baby.” he groans, loudly, their hips connecting, throwing his head back. she moans out as best as she could as his grip on her neck got tighter.

“my good girl, your pussy is mine, no one else’s,” he grunts, now going harder and faster. he lets go of her throat, looking at her. she cries out clenching around him, he smirks pounding her.

“say it baby,” he says, “or i’ll stop,” her face drops, her juices dripping down his cock, he slows down heading to his warning. she groans, closing her eyes.

“this is your pussy, daddy,” she whimpers, she yanks for his shirt pulling him closer connecting their lips again. she kisses him hard, tom picks her up careful not to disconnect their lips, laying her on the bed. she moans as he goes deeper into her, he disconnects their lips pulling her legs above his head. he wraps his arms around her legs, feeling her spongy spot, he reaches down rubbing her clit rubbing in circles with his thumb. she cries out, trying to push his hand away. he relentlessly pounds into her g spot, rubbing her small clit. she screams as her juices coat him, clenching hard. daisy sees white, she feels overstimulated, she feels like she needed this.

he groans, pulling out, then sliding in with no warning. she cries out, he spreads her legs placing his hands on her hips, gripping her hard not wanting to let go of her soft skin. he was close, he pounds into her g spot, her cries and screaming, and slapping we’re the only sound in the room. he connects their lips, electricity flowing through their bodies, she lifts her arms up wrapping around his neck. she moans into the kiss as he fucks her, before he gets sloppy as she creams and clenches all over him. he groans filling her up, moaning quietly into her mouth, kissing her as their lips moved opposite getting slower and slower. he pulls away, pulling out of her. he grabs a towel and wets it, handing it to her first. she wipes herself for a moment before handing it back to him. daisy fixes her panties and her dress. tom slides himself back into his pants. daisy clears her throat, getting up to walk to the door. tom decided he couldn’t let her leave.

“wait daisy, please stay with me, tonight.” he pleads, his face soft. she couldn’t help but notice his messy waves, his hair was so much longer. he had slight facial hair, how could she say no to him.

“you really want me to stay?” she whispers, a mall smile appearing on her lips.

“i really want you to stay, baby,” he says, smiling at her. she can’t help but grin, biting her lip before nodding.

she walks over as he pulls her into his arms. she giggles into his chest, she was mad but so content. he felt so right, so good, but so exciting. what she craved for.

[izoom02]

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“My cold class president”

Pairing: Class President! Wonwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff, slightly angst

Summary: You have a crush on your class president, Wonwoo, you are trying to get close with him, however.. he keeps giving you cold shoulder, what will happen if he became jealous because you interacted with another boy? (his rival A.K.A Mingyu)

Warning: Some curse words

Notes: Hi guyss! Sorry for being inactivee, I was planning to post yesterday but my tumblr is bugging for some reason, sorry if this one is short, I dont know why my drafts was deleted, hope you all njoy his one!

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YOUR POV:

The bell rang, I was packing my things before leaving the classroom, I went outside but was stopped by Mingyu, he offered to go eat somewhere and of course I agreed since he was nothing but sweet to me. Then I felt my phone vibrated and saw Wonwoo’s message.

Eh? I mean what did I expect.. They are always together, I sometimes overthink that they might be in a relationship already but he comfirmed that he doesnt want to be in a relationship since he thinks it’s a distraction from his studies.

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Me and Mingyu walked together outside and noticed I was a bit down,

“You okay? You look sad..” he said, “Im okay! I mean you know that I have a thing on Wonwoo, I feel like no matter what I do.. it wont be enough for him”, he was shocked by my words then patted my back, “Don’t say that! You are the most wonderful girl I have ever met! If he can’t see that then he is blind” he said, I smiled ay his words but I’ll try my best to pursue him. “Come, lets eat over there! I heard their ramen taste good” he said.

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WONWOO’S POV

I saw their tweet, I thought she didn’t want to join me because i’m always cold to her but it looks like they are really going together… Jennie was beside me ranting and just talking about random stuff, I didn’t really listened because of the this feelings, why does it kind of hurt when they are together.. I saw a cat just sitting, it has (e/c) eyes and (h/c) fur, it reminded of Y/N.. I went over their and pet it, I didn’t care if Jennie was calling my name.

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YOUR POV:

I saw Jennie’s twit, I’m jealous I admit but its not like they are together though, I just hope Wonwoo would give me a chance.. Starting tomorrow I’ll try to get close with him!

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If you guys wanna be on my taglist, please tell me!! And also, I hope you like this one , im sorry for any error or cringy part

[sleepingdeath-light]

prune juice cookie smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; mimissheartss

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; prune juice cookie

outline ; “hey ! if you arent too busy can i request prune juice cookie smut headcanons? im not forcing you !!”

warning(s) ; descriptions of genitals, references to sex toys, consensual drug use and other sex acts

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

whilst he is more open to being a switch, he still leans towards a dominant role in the bedroom

will either be a gentle dominant or an encouraging submissive

has an incredibly gentle and soft voice but he excels at dirty talk — especially regarding straight commentary and observations of how you’re acting and in regards to praise

e.g. “you’re getting quite worked up; so you like it when i touch you like this?” or “you sound so beautiful, please don’t try to muffle it”

he is a man of magic and science and thus is more than open to experimenting in the bedroom — introducing new kinks, positions and items at a whim once you’ve discussed them

this can, and has, led to him tying you up and using a new toy or spell or potion on you and observing how you react — recording everything in a notebook and commentating to himself all the while

some examples of the above were his testing of an aphrodisiac potion on you and his building of a half-tech-half-summoned sex device that he hooked you up to

both situations led to you seeing stars, of course, and were followed by rigorous aftercare

takes very good care of you when you’ve been completely spent: draws you a bath, fetches you fresh food and drink, massages out any knots you’ve gotten and talks you through what happened to make sure you’re okay

it’s very intense but also very intimate and sweet how much he looks after you

he has a bit of a masochistic streak and is happy to be spanked, slapped, bit, clamped, edged or have his hair pulled

with the latter getting him straight into sub space if done correctly

his dick isn’t especially thick, but he is incredibly long and knows exactly which angles work best for you when you’re being intimate

doesn’t use a lot of pet names in bed, usually just calls you by your name, but if you’re trying something knew or you’re getting really overwhelmed he’ll start using them more — cooing and calling you things like “love” and “darling” and “sweetheart”

tends to lean towards cowgirl if you’re wanting to ride him or some version of missionary if he’s topping or you’re penetrating him because he loves watching your face change as you approach climax

very romantic and will hold you hand, kiss your knuckles and face and so on when you’re getting close

when he’s going to cum he isn’t necessarily loud but he is very vocal, letting out a string of groans and airy moans that you can only hear for how close you are

prefers to keep sex confined to private areas like your bedroom, but he isn’t opposed to an occasional quickie in an abandoned classroom or wherever he’s practising so long as he’s sure you won’t get caught

loves going down on you and is incredibly skilled and methodical when he does — he knows exactly where to lick/suck/touch to make your toes curl and your eyes glaze over, and he’s got a knack for prolonging your high for as long as you can manage

isn’t really a fan of receiving oral as he’s much more a giver than a receiver, but he’ll let you go down on him very occasionally if you’re insistent upon it

does his best to recreate any fantasies you mention to him, doing whatever he can to make your wildest wet dreams come true

cherishes the afterglow of sex when you’re laying side by side, in each others arms and whispering to each other with smiles on your faces — he barely gets any free time between his studies and he wants to make the most of every moment he has with you

[strawberrycamel]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

The rules are: Answer the 15 questions and tag 15 of your mutuals.

Thanks @kinglazrus for the tag :D

1. Are you named after anyone? Technically yeah

2. When was the last time you cried? about a month ago i think; i was sitting in a pretty empty Tim Horton's and teared up about something or other that i've since forgotten about

3. Do you have kids? nope!

4. What sports do you play/have played? Track and Field, Softball, and Basketball briefly.

5. Do you use sarcasm? Me? Sarcasm? Never. ( :3 )

6. What's the first thing you notice about people? oh god dude i dont know, probably whatever's the most colourful thing on them

7. What's your eye color? Brown

8. Scary movies or Happy endings Happy endings pls. I can't handle scary movies at all.

9. Any talents? uhhhhhhhhhhh i dont think so

10. Where were you born? Canada

11. What are your hobbies? Writing, doodling, reading fic & fiction books, watching anime. Also playing a handful of very specific games.

12. Do you have any pets? no, BUT my cousin has a dog and he is a very sweet boy and i love him with all my heart

13. How tall are you? 5'7 and a half. or smth like that

14. Favourite subject in school Writer's Craft and. Accounting. [HEAR ME OUT, high school accounting classes were hella easy so i NEVER had homework to take home because i always got it done in class and then it was just. idk. weak sauce so most of the time i was goofing off.]

Runner ups are Marketing and International Business because I had the same teacher for that class and he didn't give a shit if you were late or absent or w/e, but if you were going out for food or something, he'd give you some cash and ask you to bring him some coffee and we were all chill. He let me use his empty classroom to eat lunch in too aaa. Mr. M you were quite literally the best. [Also, one time, despite being the Good Student and also taking the bus to school, the student council president was like "hey you wanna go to Tim's" and I was like "yeah sure" because I was playing it cool but genuinely. Ditching school to go to Tim's during school time as a high schooler was such a magical experience. okay im done now]

Favourite university class was Participatory Media and Communication hands fucking down, very specifically the assignments were always amazing and mostly carte blanche and the topics did not shy away from the harsh stuff and encouraged lots of discussion and analysis on the people and groups we were reading about. like, learning about the origins of BLM Canada, analyzing parts of The Finkelstein 5 by Nana Kwame Adjei-Brenyah and Boys Go To Jupiter by Danielle Evans, the AIDS crisis in Canada, or how black queer people faired during the 80s. There was other stuff, but uh, *cough* those four bits really stuck with me for totally no reason whatsoever <- black queer person who likes learning about and discussing black, queer, and black queer history

15. Dream Job? shit man idk. whatever pays the bills and i don't hate completely. i dont really like the thing i majored in anymore, but woodworking/carpentry seems cool

Tags! @kawaiijohn @echoghost1 @sheepheadfred @goliath-de-senfina-sango @princessfanonanona @redead-red @ectoplasmicsoda @ln-ofx @grub-xd @ghost-pasta @themockingcrows @bubblegumbeech @redajcted @glorious-typo @basedstoutland

(feel free to join in or ignore)

[synopiss]

today I had the speaking part of the PET exam and i think i did ok! but i am nervous about the score i will get because although i didn't stutter much, at the image description part i struggled with describing it indepth, which i fear will lower my potential score,,, i described it very awkwardly and now that i recall the scene i find so much easier ways to get by it

for instance i said "i can see a classroom in the middle of a class and theyre having math class i think because one of the boys there has his textbook on the desk and it has graphs and stuff like that, theres a bookshelf in the background with a lot of books piled one next to another and above it there's globes, there are also maps at the back of the classroom in the background and i think it is sunny outside because of the light thats coming out from the window, I think they have been caught off guard because they look surprised of being taken a photo"

((As much as I can recall))

I dont know, I have to improve my confidence in myself, I know I could've done so much better (at the very least on image description) I'm relieved I did better at the other parts of the speaking test (I think I really aced the talking-with-the-other-candidate part)

it was cool I think :-)

im writing this because the main reason i restarted my account here was because i was practising for this exam, and im happy I did because it surely has helped me a lot, maybe I havent had the opportunity to talk with many people in english but exposing myself daily to english thru this platform has been a springboard for my abilities to improve and i wanted to share it with you guys! Whatever the results outcome, I will be okay about them :-)

[luminouscinders]

Moments from the haunted trail that I did tonight with a friend because I had so much fun and I need to share somewhere

•Forgot clown girl in the ticket line was trying to scare me. Started following her head tilting because that’s the kind of thing I do with friends. Only realize after why she was vaguely annoyed.

•We’re paired up with another group of two, both already terrified. When we start the trail I ask for both of their names. I did not learn their names because we were cut off by the first scare guy at that moment. He has a chainsaw and makes a line in the dirt with it. I make a point of not stepping over it, and making sure my friend in front with me doesn’t.

•First scare guy decides I’m going to be the one to pick on, because he only talks directly to me

Friend: “what’s your name”

Him: “IM NOT TALKING TO YOU”

Me: “Well can I ask your name then?”

-Long beat of silence-

Him: “Are you nervous?”

Me: “Well right now yes, because I have the resting heart rate of someone being hunted for sport”

He decided we were not pretty enough to turn into vases. I told him that this did hurt my feelings.

•After this the other duo with us wanted to leave, but only would if we did too. My response to this was “On ahead we forge!” Yes I would die in a horror movie. We agree to all hold hands at this point.

•Guy spooked us and then proceeded to get in a staring contest with me. Told him, with sincerity, I wasn’t sure how much eye contact was polite.

•Spent a lot of time repeating “mother fuck and baby fucklings” because this seemed to help in reassuring girl behind me. I am required to credit @aliceauthorallegedly for introducing me to this phrase

•We spent a lot of time holding hands in single file, and telling eachother where steps were so we didn’t trip. I also spend a lot of time reminding everyone not to run as per the trail’s rules, and that there’s no need to run because no one will actually touch us. No one enjoys my reminders.

•*walking into a haunted church* “OH SHIT LIKE ACTUAL CHURCH”

Priest at front: something along the lines of “DAMN RIGHT” (too busy screaming about person popping out of a pew to hear the rest)

•Too impressed with demons’ costumes/makeup to be afraid

•Too impressed with giant animatronic hog head to be afraid

•When presented with a swamp: “This is just Louisiana”

•Stopping myself from swearing whenever an actor that is very clearly an actual child pops out at us (though responding “okay Jesus we’re going” when forcefully directing us to get in a tunnel)(I reassured the girl behind me it was a very short tunnel)

•We are squashed like paninis in a giant inflatable. Too busy thinking about paninis to recognize this is possibly the most claustrophobia-inducing thing they could manage.

•When presented with a haunted classroom/little girl jumping us: “Yes, thank you for showing us your classroom.” This is where I realize working customer service has made me overly polite as a fear response.

•In the clown maze, outdoors, faced with a door my friend is trying to open

Clown girl: “You gotta pull it”

Clown girl: “You gotta push it”

Friend: “No I think you were right the first time.”

Clown girl: “…Can you spell gullible”

Friend, looking at open sky: “It might be written on the ceiling”

This was not remotely the correct direction we were supposed to be going in

•Part two of the clown maze, its a bunch of tarp squares with dead ends scattered about, and about three clowns wandering through.

•First one only tells us “Circles!” and giggles. Seems delighted if you parrot it back to her. She is automatically my favorite. Second has a stuffed bunny he asks you to pet. He asks why I can’t pet the bunny. I tell him both hands are occupied, given I’m still holding two peoples’ hands. Ask if my friends can pet the bunny as well, as a compromise. We awkwardly all pet the bunny. Still holding hands. This appeases him, but still gets in my face at one point. I’m having too much fun and also kinda loopy from exhaustion to remember to be scared, so he moves on. Third one just kinda stands there and honks a horn at you.

•There’s six of us at this point and that quickly becomes eight of us crammed in between two squares because all of us are very exhausted at this point and absolutely cannot find the way out. Fear has completely worn off at this point and is replaced with frustration. The clowns are so done with us. We cannot pick up on their hints. We are tired. They are tired. The one with the bunny just tells us to get out because we’re holding up the line. We do.

•We make it out and because it’s relatively middle of nowhere we can all finally breathe and look at the stars, which was just nice :)

[loversj0y]

How about 24, 29, and 34 for the ask game! :D

YIPPEEE

24. what’s one thing you’re proud of yourself for?

oof uhm. okay i think it would have to be changing my major to english, it was a step in the direction to taking my life into my own hands and im very proud of that (bc of my own personal philosophies :) )

29. what do you do when you’re sad?

read fics, usually like sbi one shots where things have a happy ending or little x readers with hurt/comfort (my favorite trope)

34. any pet peeves?

people in classrooms who wear the windbreaker pants and swish their legs together (sensory overload in literal seconds)

[starscelly]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever) TAGS

thank you @eliooliver83 for tagging me !! i for sure did not forget to do this for like. a whole day. <3

1.  were you named after anybody?

i think one of my dad's family members, idr which one though lmao

2.  when was the last time you cried?

i think i stress cried like two days ago about my schedule. maybe yesterday lmao im a big crier unfortunately

3.  do you have kids?

i have a cat so like kind of

4.  do you use sarcasm a lot?

i would say so i guess!

5.  what sport do you play/have you played?

i would come home and play basketball a lot growing up, but as in officially being on a team and stuff, i did gymnastics for a few years as a little kid, and then switched to soccer until like mid middle school. and then i switched to the most extreme sport (theatre run crew).

6.  what’s the first thing you notice about someone? 

uhhh i have no idea. hair actually maybe? mostly im trying to not like disassociate and remember their name so lmao

7.  eye color?

dark dark brown, almost black

8. scary movie or happy ending?

scary movies are the only things im okay with not having happy endings, so i guess scary movie? my family is huge into horror

9.  any special talents?

im good at picking up art mediums pretty quickly i'd say? i can name stanley cup winners back to the 1940s off the top of my head which is clearly very useful and cool.

10.  where were you born?

like 30mins outside of boston

11.  what are your hobbies?

this lol. drawing, reading, video games, going on walks and drives, etc.

12. do you have pets?

i have my beloved cat, but im living with my family atm so there's also another cat, a small dog (both are "the family's"/my mom's), and then two big dogs (my brother's) here.

13.  how tall are you?

5'7"-5'8" which basically makes me a giant in MA.

14. favorite subject in school? 

i lived in the pottery classroom my senior year of hs bc that teacher was and still is my ride or die but. not including visual art stuff, i usually liked english and history classes

15.  dream job?

i'm studying to be an art teacher atm so probably that! there is the pipe dream of doing something hockey related but idek what that would be so

tags: aaaa if i tagged you for the last thing or you just want to do this please feel free!!! i love being nosy and learning things abt my mutuals <3

[kozukenkitten]

Hewwo! I was wondering if ya still open and if you have free time, Can i have a BNHA match-ups pretty please? If not, its okie!

👉👈

*Im actually 5'7 female, has short black hair and black eyes i wore sometimes glasses and I wear dark clothes.

*Favourite Colour: Violet/purple and Black

*Favourite Flower: Lavender

*My zodiac sign is Aries.

*My personality type is INFP

*Personality:

♡people see me that im always quiet, distant and emotionless, but for me im just (anxious) shy and yes im a quiet person, im afraid to socialize people because im kinda akward or anxious, if someone get to know me, im might kinda childish or playful it depends on my mood.(sometimes chaotic)

♡I have a terrible anxiety when i perform/observe/introduce infront of le people, i easily go panicked/ panic attack and shaking easily, even i socialize people because im terrible at it, but still try to communicate or interact.

♡And im a introvert, i like staying at home because its comfortable and enjoy le quietness.

♡Im having difficult controlling my emotions and my temper.

♡Im kinda insecure because of my own body or a scar on my cheek

*My hobbies is:

♡Drawing/doodling (sometimes draw in digital), whenever im alone or bored so i decide to draw,whenever people peeking my drawings, i suddenly quickly hid it or didnt show it because im to shy yo show it because my art/drawing wasnt that good, my art style is like an anime.

 ♡can do martial arts, i used it for self-defence.

Likes:

♡Reading books, i like to read science, poetry and arts.

♡Writing stories or letters (is embarrased/shy to show or read my stories)

♡Loves going le park, because its peaceful.

♡Listening music/songs (P!ATD or 17th Century music)

♡Volunteer/joining being a medic in school

♡Loves drinking slushies

♡Plushies

♡Sleeping (yes, i sleep, A LOT.)

♡Loves studying about insects

Pet Peeves:

💔loud noises/screaming/shouting

💔afraid being alone

💔afraid in the dark

*How i show affection:

♡The way i show affection is head patting, gives hugs or kisses. (This is how i comfort or i do it because i want to cuz why not? Im kinda clingy and likes giving some affection)

Thank you! 💕

Hi! I've matched you with Shota Aizawa (feat. Present Mic)!

Okay, okay, hear me out on the latter part. Present Mic's loud as hell under normal circumstances, yes. But around you? He is the most respectful, quiet, calm person. He deliberately speaks more quietly around you after he finds out that you're sensitive to loud or unexpected noises. He'll still be the same enthusiastic, energetic guy, but he'll be a lot more cognizant of his volume levels. He's so freaked by the idea of his quirk hurting you that he specifically avoids using it if you're around so he doesn't accidentally upset you or otherwise hurt your ears. And he'd be such fun for you to be around, jamming out to music together and snuggling! He'll occasionally work to get you out of the house (ie to the park or to the school), because he wants you to get some fresh air every once in a while and have a chance to socialize in a low-stress environment (ie with the students, all of whom are very respectful of your introversion, and are very interested in learning more about their teachers' partner).

Shota, on the other hand, seems to be a pretty obvious fit. This man will invite you into his sleeping bag (with or without him in it) for a nap between classes or whenever you're feeling overwhelmed by being around the students, and will gladly cuddle in bed with you at home before and after work. He'll also ensure there's access to plenty of interesting books to read in his classroom (most of which were picked out by Nezu himself from the library to pique your specific interests at Shota's request). If there's an insectoid student, they're quick to discuss setting up a meeting between you and the student as long as the student's cool with it, so you can ask whatever questions you may want about their insect-like qualities, to offer you a unique perspective on one of your special interests.

Between these two, you'll never have a dull day if you don't want to. They're good at lazy days in, but are also good at fun days out, so whatever you're in the mood for, they've got you all set.

Scars? These guys both have plenty of their own, so that won't bother them in the slightest. In fact, to them, it's just another small part of the story of how you became who you are, so they're quite pleased when you finally feel comfortable telling them what happened to lead to the scar's creation, and they're glad to share the stories of their own scars as well.

[ilaikyuu]

Yandere sukuna x quit fem reader

eh i really do hope that u meant quiet and i hope, as well, that u dont mind it being headcanons 🖤

🥀Hcs :"obsession is the only available poison for the empty heart "🥀

Featuring Sukuna

warnings: kidnapping, mild noncon touching, blackmailing

he is a walking red flag so if u somehow get involved with him, well….u surely are delusional 

but being quiet and modest really did make u the perfect target for him

u were practically invisible to everyone’s eyes, even your closest friends seemed distant

so its not that hard to make a move on u

with no hesitation sukuna instantly made it clear - he wanted u for himself

he sat next to u in the park while u were eating your lunch

“im sure its not a problem”

“um, it is n-”

“even if it is, it doesnt really matter to me”

he for sure is super self-indulgent and possessive 

he knows that no matter what he does to u, even if u dont like it, u wont tell anyone    just his type<3 

his hand comes creeping on your thigh, squeezing it, his fingers leaving red marks on your skin 

but u dont say anything, u dont want to make a big deal out of it. he is going to stop, right?

his fingers continue sinking into your flesh, his fingertips finding the tip of your skirt, playfully tugging on it 

u arent left out with much of a choice  - u can just give up, be quiet and suffer the consequences 

 or....try to protest

you try to tell him as polite as possible that u are not so okay with this but-

 who are u to tell him what to do?

i feel like he will kidnap u maybe for a night or sum, maybe take a few lewd pics of u 

will, for sure, threaten u that he will hang them in every single classroom in your school after all where’s the fun without a bit suffering beforehand 

as quiet as u are, standing out even in a family photo is too much, but something like that? if anyone in the school saw these slutty pics u were done for.

"the quiet girl is a hidden slut" - what a cliché

what can u do tho, now u are his personal little house pet

or u are being one at least until he gets bored with u

[miekasa]

Mie, I’m begging for some Jean college au bf hcs - im literally so down bad for this man and the way you write men is just 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

Absolutely, not a problem 😌 I saved this ask as a draft a while ago when you sent it, sorry for just now getting to it. Anyway, I love Jean with my whole heart, best boy, best boyfriend <33

King of forehead kisses, and not even just because of his height in comparison to yours; he just likes it. He likes the feeling of pressing his lips against your skin, and making you feel safe.

Brings you tea or coffee however you like it every day without fail. If he can get it to you in the morning before work/school then he’ll do that, if not he’ll meet you some time in the middle of the day to drop it off. Your own personal courier just for drinks.

He… has a thing for long(er) nails. He loves the feeling of them against his skin, even if you’re not scratching to apply pressure—just you holding his hand them grazing his skin is enough for him.

That being said, he will pay for you to get your nails done. Actually, he’ll pay for… almost anything you want, but the nails benefit him as much as they do you so feel free to ball out.

He never blowdries his hair because he doesn’t... know how to do the back of it. You did it for him once and he hasn’t stopped thinking about it since, but he’s also too embarrassed to ask you to do/style it again.

On the subject of hair, he does do his best to style it and take care of it, but he’s a sucker whenever you play with it. Sometimes he feigns like you’re messing up all his hard work, but he’ll literally crane his head into your touch. He loves it. 

The first time he lays on top of you and you run your hands through his hair... top 10 most euphoric moments of his life. He tries to fight off the sleep threatening to take over him, but it’s futile. Give it 15 minutes at most before he’s knocked out like a baby. 

Dogs love him. Anytime you’re in a park or just taking a walk and there’s a dog around, it’ll come up to him and he looks adorable leaning down to pet it. He loves dogs, too! So he’s always happy to stop and pet them. He’d be a 10/10 dog dad. 

Has your name saved in his phone with two hearts at the end. Do not point it out.

Loves taking pictures together and if you guys are on a date, he’ll ask someone to get a picture for him. He just likes having them to look back on (and to send to his mom, later).

He doesn’t mind painting classes or videos or tutorials, but he hates paint by numbers kits. He claims that they have no sense of color theory and that it takes the originality and fun out of painting. Not to mention the quality of the paints isn’t great to begin with; all of which he takes very seriously.

It’s pretty cute actually, to see him get worked up over the paint kits. He claims that painting and drawing isn’t even something he takes “that seriously,” it’s just a hobby for him (one he’s insanely good at); but in moments like these, you can tell that he’s way more into art and art theory and history than he lets on. 

Huge movie guy, from animated movies to martial arts movies, Jean is usually willingly to give anything a watch at least once. When he’s high, he can go on about his favorite directors and art styles and movie details for hours if you don’t stop him. It’s super cute. Just don’t bring up Moana, because he’ll start crying. 

Arm around the shoulder kind of boyfriend for sure. It’s a casual way of keeping you near him and letting everyone know that you guys are together. Plus it allows for him to easily pull you into him for a quick forehead kiss when needed.

Listen. If you hug his arm, he’s on cloud nine. He tries to be nonchalant about it but he’s about three seconds away from his eyes rolling back in his head it feels that good to him. Bonus if you lean your head on his bicep a little—then he’s a goner.

He takes his bagels very seriously and believes that both you and him deserve nothing but the best quality bagels. He’ll grumble if a bakery gives you guys a less than favorable one and make a note that taking the long route to get to his favorite place is much more worth it.

Always makes you walk on the side furthest from the cars. If he notices you’re not, he’ll just shuffle behind you until he’s shouldering the street and you’re on the inside. 

He grew up on a kind of modern ranch situation; not exactly all the way in the countryside, but not isolate from the city, either. Because of this, he knows how to ride horses, take care of smaller farm animals, tend to plants, and yes he knows how to use a lasso. You wouldn’t know any of that though, because he never ever talks about it. The only way you find out is when he takes you to visit his mom’s house for the first time, and she asks him for a hand around the place. 

(He’s got a cowboy hat, too, but refuses to put it on. He got it when he was, like, nine, okay, leave him alone). 

When he thinks you look tired, he’ll wrap his arms around your shoulders to hug you. It’s usually followed up with a kiss to your head, and a promise that you guys will go home soon and get food on the way. 

He’s a really good cook. He just understands and flavors and pairings really well, so he doesn’t need a recipe to make something that tastes good; he just kind of knows what to add to get the balance he’s looking for. 

Naturally, he’ll cook for you. Especially if he finds out that you haven’t eaten all day/in a long time. He doesn’t care if it’s 11pm and it might seem excessive to make steak and potatoes with a side salad at this hour, he’s gonna do it to make sure you eat, and you are going to sit there and watch. 

He also bakes pretty well, though he isn’t as experimental with his baking as he is with his cooking. He usually sticks to what he knows, and it’s not cupcakes and brownies and cakes; he’s better at croissants, and cheesecakes, and canelés. 

Dating Jean means getting along with his friends. If you guys didn’t know each other before you started dating, be prepared to be ambushed by Connie and Sasha (after Jean stops hiding you away and gives them the green light lmfao). Neither of them waste time with the small talk and formalities; straight into mini golfing and beer pong. They make you feel welcome right away.

Sasha always teases that you’re too good for Jean, and that she might just steal you away for herself some day. Sasha is also Jean’s main confidant, so she really knows just how much he loves you, and yeah, she teases him for being lovesick, but really she’s happy for Jean. And proud of him for facing his feelings like this. 

Connie adores you, and you know he trusts you when he starts going to you for advice/help. Could be anything from schoolwork, to what color he should get his new shoes in. He’s also the one who, surprisingly, you have the sentimental talks with about your relationship with Jean. It’s easy to overlook, but Connie loves Jean, and he’s come to love you too; he just wants you both to be happy, so he’s there to listen when you need it. 

Jean waits outside of your classroom after you’ve had a test or presentation, usually with a drink or a snack, or the promise of taking you out as a treat. Always tells you he’s proud of you, and is there to comfort you if you think you didn’t do too well. 

He does not shut up about whatever major you’re in. It could be the same as his; it could be the complete opposite as his. He thinks it’s so sick that you’re doing it, you make it look cooler, you make it look better, and he’s certain you’re the smartest person in your program. 

He’s pretty serious about his studies, too, so he’s always down to study with you in the library whenever you’re both free. More often than not, he shows up after you, usually with food or extra chargers. He greets you with a kiss on the forehead, and asks you how you are while massaging your shoulders gently. If it’s been a while since you took a break, that’s the first item on the list, after that, he gets to work and stays with you until you’re ready to go, even if he doesn’t have as much work to do. 

He always sits across from you. This goes for when you’re in the library, or out to eat at a restaurant; Jean loves sitting across from you. He gets to see your face the best that way, and he adores looking into your eyes when you talk. 

He’s not... not a morning person. He’s not up at 6am ready to grind, but he wakes up before noon; let’s say 10am is his happy medium. That being said, if you wake up before him, regardless of the time, there’s a 9/10 chance he’ll lay on your back and tell you to hush so you guys can sleep for 10 more minutes. 

If you’re (close) friends with Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, Jean is... happy you’ve got people to rely on, but, “Of all people on the planet, you put your trust in Jaeger?” He acts so bitter (because he is), but deep down inside, he’s glad you have Eren to rely on if you need to. 

(Also, you have to humble him and remind him that he and Eren aren’t all that different. If you like him, why wouldn’t you get along with Eren, bye). 

Turns out though, that it’s not Eren who threatens to beat him up if he breaks your heart. It’s not even Mikasa, although, her threat goes without saying; it’s Armin he’s terrified of.

The last time Armin hated someone, it was this guy in your program, who happened to share a few mutual classes with him, too. Jean never knew the full story, just that he’s pretty sure that kid dropped out the following semester. 

If you have a job on campus, Jean usually doesn’t show up while you’re working (knowing how embarrassed he would be if you did that to him), unless you work the night shift and it’s dead. Connie, however, does show up; usually in some kind of crisis (“Please help me, I don’t know what the fuck APA formatting is and this is due tonight, please, please, please!!”). Your coworkers actually thought Connie was your boyfriend for a minute. That’s when Jean starts showing up more lmfao.

He makes it a point to go on a scheduled, night out, kind of date at least twice a month. He knows life gets busy with school and work and midterms, but he always makes sure you both set side a time to take a well-deserved break and be with each other. 

He’s the romantic type, so these dates are pretty swoon worthy, too. Drive-in movies, nice dinners, classy art exhibits, Jean plans it all. On that note, he really likes planning dates; he just doesn’t like talking about them with his friends beforehand. 

All in all, very romantic, very precious boyfriend. He’s always thinking about you, what you need, and how he can help you out. You’re one of his main priorities, and he just wants to treat you right.