#lgbt scenario

[teliphone]

Help me, Professor

Summary: You have always heard the view of students falling in love with their professors, but what if you are the professor? You have been a teacher at this university for a while. One of their top students, Aeri Uchinaga, more known as Giselle, starts developing a deep crush on you. You try to keep things professional, but you are both adults. Feelings are hard to avoid. 

Warning(s): Smut, Oral, Fingering, Jealousy, Fem!Reader

Word count: 4k

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“Professor, I printed all the papers you asked me,” Your female student, Giselle, chirps. She happily hands you the piles of paper. You widen your eyes in amusement. You didn’t expect her to be so fast. You touch the edge of the documents before looking up at her. She has her hands behind her back, cheeks pink, and staring brightly at you. 

“You did a good job,” You compliment. You pat her head gently with a smile. She’s the only student here that dyed their hair bright pink. It makes her stand out among the students. Her cheeks turn noticeably red, making you retract your hand. You grip the pile of paper. 

“Do you need anything else?” She asks quickly. You shake your head slowly, trying to remember if there were more tasks. 

“No, that is all I needed for today,” You thank her. She averts her eyes to the ground and pouts. Your heart squeezes a little due to how cute she is. You wish you could pinch her cheeks, but that would be inappropriate.

“I’ll see you in class tomorrow,” You turn your body to the side, ‘You should go home, it’s getting late.” Giselle stares at you as you walk away. She frowns again, wishing that she could spend more time with her favorite teacher. As you walk, you bite your bottom lip. You curse yourself for feeling things more than just a simple encounter. Giselle is a sweetheart and you’re just her favorite teacher. That’s all.

Once you make it into your classroom you place the paper pile onto your desk. You turn and lean your body against the wood. The room is quiet and filled with empty student desks. Your eyes stop at a certain desk. Giselle's desk. She loves to sit at the front, preferably near your desk. You’ve always caught her staring deeply at you. She’s never shy about it nor does she look away when you make eye contact. You’re always the first to break it, secretly clenching your fist. 

Knowing about Giselle was easy. She’s the top student. She’s in multiple clubs and always volunteers at school. Every staff member knew her and all had kind words about her. The students love her and she quickly became popular. Though it was never ever your business, you couldn’t help but notice she never had a boyfriend. You’ve seen her reject her classmates countless times. 

-

You glance at the clock and clear your throat. 

“Alright class is over. Quickly recap, we have a guest speaker next week. If you attend, you will get extra credit,” You announce scanning around the room. The students quietly nod their heads and begin packing their bags. You quickly glance at Giselle who is busy applying lip gloss to her lips. Her eyes connect with you and you immediately look away. You return to your desk and focus on your laptop. You read over some emails and reply to them. The sounds of each student leaving the class start to get quiet. You still notice a pink-haired girl in your peripheral vision. 

“Class ended Giselle,” You speak up, not looking away from your laptop. She smiles and places her chin on her hand. She tilts her head as she admires you working quickly. She doesn’t reply, which makes you look up from your screen. You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. She continues to stare sweetly at you not saying a word. You feel your heart skip a beat, but your face remains emotionless. 

“Is there a problem-”

“I need help,” Giselle finally speaks up. You’re stunned for a moment. You lower your laptop screen and avert your full attention to her. 

“With?” 

“With homework,” She frowns. You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. It was hard to believe her considering she is a perfect A student. She never asked for help before. 

“I can set you up with a tutor-”

“I think being taught by you would be the best,” She bats her eyelashes. You nervously fidget with your fingers. You’re starting to understand her behavior. 

She has an interest in you. She’s always staying behind after class. She’s always helping you out, even with the smallest task she would gladly do it. She likes to drop subtle hints here and there. 

“Giselle, it’s getting late again. You should go,” You kindly urge her. She stares out the window.

“It’s raining. I don’t have an umbrella,” She pouts. You sigh and stare at the one umbrella at the door. 

“You can borrow my umbrella,” You offer. She widens her eyes, you can see the sparkle behind her dark orbs. 

“But what will you use?” She whines. 

“I’ll… figure something out,” 

“No. I refuse. I’m not going anywhere,” She grumbles. You realize how stubborn she can be. 

“We can use it together,” You suggest. You didn’t find it that inappropriate. You’re just helping a student and yourself out. Giselle seems to light up at the idea. 

So here you are, walking closely with Giselle under one umbrella. You try your best to keep a distance which makes your other shoulder wet. She notices and wraps her arm around your bicep. She tugs you closer, her breast squeezing against your arm. Your cheeks turn pink at her closeness. 

“Teacher, you’re getting wet,” She whispers. You mentally curse yourself for having a dirty mind. She hides her smile behind your arm. She knew what she was saying. 

“Where do you live?�� You change the subject. 

“I live a couple blocks that way,” She points in a direction. You quietly nod your head and begin walking that way. Giselle doesn’t mind the silence. She is enjoying herself being pressed up against you. She can freely analyze you. 

She takes notes of your scent and features. If it was possible to have heart eyes, she would have one right now. You keep staring forward, refusing to look at her. She giggles and hugs you closer to her. She finds you really cute for being shy. 

You finally make it to the front steps of her place. Giselle stops right in front of you, under the umbrella. Soft sounds of raindrops hit the surface. 

“Thank you,” She smiles. 

“Of course. I like to help out my students,” You smile back. She shyly averts her attention away from you. She plays with the heel of her foot. Suddenly she leans forward and gives you a soft kiss on your cheeks. You widen your eyes in shock. She pulls away from the kiss to carefully watch your reaction. She wanted to see if you liked it or not. You stand in silence for a moment. You place a hand over your heart to feel it beating fast. Your cheeks turn red. She smiles and slowly nods her head playfully. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, professor,” She cooes before running in. 

Ever since then, she has started to shamelessly flirt with you.  The more she does it, the more she becomes brave. 

-

She traps you against the classroom door, locking both hands beside you. Underneath her messy bangs, her dark and playful eyes analyze your face. Her scent fogs your thinking. You nervously clench the bottom of your button-up shirt. You can see a smile slowly creep on her glossy pink lips. You force your eyes shut, trying to focus on your uneasy breathing. She tilts her head in amusement. She finds you cute for being nervous, considering how you’re older than her. She places a finger in the loop of your pants and tugs you closer to her. Your lower stomach rubs against her. Heat rises in your body. You immediately put your hands on her shoulder in an attempt to stop. 

“You shouldn’t be doing this. I am your teacher,” You whisper harshly. You glance nervously to the side, staring at the empty desks. She softly chuckles as she wraps her arm around your waist, keeping you locked against her. She leans close to your face. Her lips graze gently against the shell of your ears. Your breathing hicks. 

“Teach me how to please you,” She purrs before dipping down to lick your neck. Her wet tongue brushes before she places a soft kiss over it. You grip her shoulders and lean your head back against the door. You can hear the kisses she coats your neck with. 

“Professor, tell me,” She whispers. Your eyelid feels heavy as you stare down at her. She still has that playful smile on her lips. Your brain clouds with lust as you gently brush her soft hair. Her long locks fall easily between your fingers. 

“Professor”

“Professor!”

You jerk back in surprise, nearly knocking down the pile of paper on your desk. You place a hand on your beating heart and stare at the male student. He stands in front of your desk looking at you worriedly. You fake a cough and quickly straighten your back to act calm. 

“Class ended a while ago,” You state. He smiles and plays with the heel of his foot. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you. You were in deep thought. I didn't know how to approach you,” He explains. You give him a gentle smile to assure him you’re okay. You clasp your hands together on top of your desk. Brightly peering up at him.

“What can I do to help you?” You ask. He shyly rubs the side of his head. 

“I am a little confused about today's subject. I was wondering if you could teach me,” 

“Which part of the lesson?” You worry, moving the papers on your desk to the side so he can place his journal. He smiles happily and immediately takes a seat on the extra chair. 

As you continue to help him out, you can’t help but notice how close he tends to lean over the desk. You could also feel him staring at you instead of the textbook. You decide to ignore it because it could mean nothing. You end the tutoring after fifteen minutes of knowing he could understand the subject. He beams and gathers his things. 

“Thank you so much, teacher! You’re the best!” He chirps while skipping out the door. You find your student adorable. A smile creeps onto your lips as you stare at your wooden desk. 

There are two soft knocks on the door, making you look up. Her. 

Giselle's smile radiates when you make eye contact with her. She pushes herself off the door and walks to you. Her hand clasps behind her back, and her hips sway side to side. She is extremely pretty, almost like a doll. You notice a lollipop stick sticking between her glossy lips. Instead of taking a seat on the chair, she decides to squeeze between you and sit on your desk. She crosses her legs slowly, exposing her soft thighs and the pink thong underneath her skirt. You blush before looking up at her. She twirls the lollipop stick with her fingers. You watch her lips wrap around the red candy. 

“He was a little close,’ She breaks the silence, ‘-Don't you think?” Her voice is sweet, but her tone is cold. You lean back into your seat with no expression. You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Is she jealous?

“He is just a student I was helping,” You explain. She leans her body weight on one arm. She shrugs, her face expressing ‘whatever.’ 

“I am a student too,” She chuckles. You quickly glance at the door in caution. 

“You’re different,” You whisper. She plops the lollipop out of her mouth, licking her bottom lip while looking deep into your eyes. She uncrosses her legs and slides one of her feet between your knees. 

“I don’t like sharing,” She warns before placing her lollipop between your lips. You open your mouth, and she examines you suck on the candy. A soft hum comes from her throat. She slides off the desk and begins making her way to the door. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” She says before walking out. Your tongue brushes against the candy, coating it with the sweet, sugary cherry flavor. You fail to notice that on the other side of the wall is the male student. He stands frozen in shock at what he just witnessed. He was heading back to grab his forgotten pen, not expecting to see you with company. He could sense that the behavior between you and the female student was abnormal. Deep in thought, he walks away from the door with his head down. He makes it outside the front doors when suddenly he stumbles backward from impact. He glares up to see Giselle standing with her arms crossed. Her lips curl into a grin. 

“Peeking tom,” She teases, pointing a finger at him. He slaps her hand away from his face in annoyance. He averts his gaze to hide his blushing cheeks. She starts circling him with her arms behind her back. She stops in front of him and leans close to his face. Her chest peeks out of the white button-up shirt. He smells a faint sweet cherry candy scent coming from her. 

“Jealous?” She whispers. He pushes her back by the shoulders. She lets out a soft grunt before chuckling. He furrows his eyebrows in concern. He thinks she’s insane. 

“I knew it,” She whispers under her breath. She knew he had an interest in her favorite teacher. She could tell by how he looked at her. She starts to pout playfully and places her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. 

“Poor you. I don’t think she sees you that way,” She smirks. 

‘You don't know that,” He snaps. She narrows her eyes at his confidence. She had no idea he had some type of fight in him. She suddenly finds him more interesting and fun. She turns her head and sees you walking down the hallway. Her heart races in excitement.

“We’ll see about that,” She whispers. Her lips touch the shell of his ears. He leans away in disgust but quickly stops when he sees you walking out the door. He watches how your eyes examine Giselle. For a second, he sees you furrow your eyebrows. You spare him a glance before looking back at Giselle. 

“I didn’t expect to see you two here,” You point out, smiling kindly. You stand straight with your head high to show authority as a professor. Giselle tugs him closer and smiles brightly. 

“Just hanging out with my cute friend, that's all,” She beams while pinching his cheeks. He grumbles and tries to fight against her. Your smile nearly drops at how touchy she’s being, but you quickly recover. 

“That’s sweet,” You keep it short. You can sense the conversation coming to a quick end. 

“Well, it was nice seeing you two here. I shall take my leave now,” You excuse yourself. As you take a step forward, you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. You widen your eyes at the culprit. Giselle has a pouty face again as she clenches onto you. You try tugging your arm away but it causes her to grip harder. Her chest presses against your arm. Heat rises all over, making your cheeks turn pink.  

“Giselle-” You gasp. 

“Teacher~ Please get home safe okay?” She hums cutely. You nervously gulp. All your facade seems to be sinking down the drain fast. You quickly glance at the male student who is watching closely to everything. 

“I will. Thank you,” You choke out, trying your best to end this moment. Giselle’s eye seems to sparkle. She nuzzles her face against your neck cutely, but that makes you turn red. You pull yourself away from her successfully. You nervously laugh it off. 

“I will leave now,” You command. You look at Giselle deeply as if you were warning her before leaving. They watch you closely and quietly. Once you were away from their view, Giselle started laughing softly. She wraps her arm around the male student, leaning her chin onto his shoulder. 

“See,” She grins. He doesn’t respond. He is speechless.

From then on, he was no longer a problem. 

-

Giselle closes the classroom door and turns the lock. You’re busy typing away on your laptop to notice her locking it. She slowly makes it over to your desk. The day is getting darker, but it’s not new to find Giselle staying after hours to spend time with you. 

Giselle gently pushes the laptop screen down. She takes a seat on the desk, blocking you from the laptop. You peer up at her in confusion. 

“I need help again,” She begins. 

“With today's subject? I thought I went over it slowly-“ 

“No with something else,” She cuts. You furrow your eyebrows. Before you can ask more, she reaches down to touch your hands. She brings it up to her lap and plays with your fingers. 

“I feel tense in my lower stomach,” She explains slowly. You shyly gulp, feeling your body heat up again. She lets go of your fingers and runs her finger in your hair. She pulls you closer and kisses your forehead. 

“You know you’re really cute right?” She hums. She peppers kisses all over your cheeks making you giggle. You place your hands around her waist. She bites her bottom lip and traps you around her thighs. Her pink hair falls over her shoulders and touches your arm. She uses her other hand to lift your chin. She smiles sweetly when you lock eyes with her. She kisses you softly, shutting her eyes. You kiss back with the same gentleness. She turns her head, brushing her nose against yours. She teases you by softly biting your bottom lip. She tried to deepen the kiss, but you pull away, chest moving up and down fast. 

“Wait- the door,”

“I locked it,” She shushes you by kissing you again. Her hand lowers and she starts cupping your chest. You quietly moan feeling your body heat up. 

“We shouldn’t,” You manage to say among the kisses. You get up from your seat, trapping her body between your hands. She smiles because you didn’t fight back. She knows you want to. She starts unbuttoning your shirt one by one. The cold air makes your skin prickle as she exposes your bra. She starts kissing your boobs. She enjoys feeling the plush under her lips. You grip her hair gently, keeping her between your chest.

As she continues kissing you she moves her hand down to your pants. She quickly unbuttons your pants and shoves her hand in. Her fingers find the middle of your core and rub. You moan, tilting your head back. 

“You like that?” She chuckles between your boobs. You nod your head feeling your pleasure build up. She removes her hand from your pants causing you to whine. She leans back onto the desk, spreading her legs. You see her white panties underneath her skirt. 

“I’ve been a good girl. Help me first,” She purrs. You quickly tug her panties off and shove them into your desk drawer. The white button-up on her starts to feel stuffy. She unbuttons the top few, letting her chest peek out. She watches you closely, resting on her elbow. You sit on your chair and spread her thighs apart. Her pink core makes your lower stomach feel butterflies. You lick your lips in eagerness. You spread her folds and give her a small kitten lick. You start to lick up her slit over and over. She tilts her head back in pleasure. Her core leaks out juices, coating your tongue. Your nose brushes against her clit and she jerks ups. 

You give her a couple more licks before flicking your tongue against her clit. She grips her hand onto your head and moans. You wrap your lips around the bud and begin to suck.

“You taste so good,” You purr, causing her to moan loudly. She buckles her hips up. You hold her down by the thighs. You lick harsher, becoming more pussydrunk. The sound of her wetness becomes louder each time you suck and flick your tongue. She bites back her moans. Her eyebrows furrow in pleasure as she watches you. She begins to feel her lower stomach start to tense. 

“Keep going, I’m so close!” She chokes out. She grips her boobs and opens her mouth to pant. Her pink bangs begin to stick to her forehead. You pull away from her core. A trail of her juice connects to your lips. 

“Your mouth belongs on my pussy,” She moans, forcing your mouth back onto her core. She moans and jerks her hip. You can hear her moans becoming louder and more high-pitched. 

“Fuck! Professor, I'm so close. Please please,” She whines feverishly. You give her clit a hard suck and that pushes her over the edge. She cries out and thrusts her core deeper into your mouth. Her juice runs down your chin and drips onto your lap. She cusses and pulls away. Her body jerks in pleasure. You wipe your lips with the back of your hand. 

Giselle recovers and slowly sits up from the desk. She wraps her hand behind your neck and pulls you into a kiss. She mumbles soft “thank you’s” between the kisses. She loops her fingers around your waist, signaling you to take off your pants. You quickly pull your pants off, leaving your bottom bare. You feel excitement rush throughout your body. While you were eating her out, your core was pulsing painfully. 

Giselle gets off the desk and switches position. You’re now pressed against the edge of the desk. She runs her fingers along your core, happily to find out how wet you already are. 

“Turn around for me,” She orders. You obey and turn your body to face the classroom. Suddenly you feel her press up against you. You bite your lower lip as you feel more turned on. Her skirt rubs against your ass. She leans her chin onto your shoulders and kisses your ears. 

“Spread your legs baby,” She cooes. You listen and that allows her to shove two fingers into your cunt. You moan and push your butt into her. She thrusts her fingers deep into you. Wet sounds can be heard.

“Hear that professor? You’re being fucked by your lovely student,” She whispers. You shut your eyes and moan loudly. Her pace doesn’t slow down. She wants you to come. You grip onto your desk, your legs begin to shake. She moves her other hand up to your boobs to squeeze them. She plays with your nub between two fingers. All the movement she’s doing is drawing you closer to your high. She can tell by how loud you’ve become. She starts to worry people outside could hear you, but she begins to smile. You’re so loud and needy for her. Her favorite teacher is dripping to her fingers. She quickens her pace. 

“Come for me,” She licks your ear. You come onto her hands, letting out a whine. She continues to move her fingers to let you ride out your high. You lean forward onto the desk to catch your breath. Giselle gets turned on again at the position you're doing in front of her. She grips onto the soft squish of your bottom while biting her lip. 

“I think I need more help,” She moans. She pushes her core against your butt. You feel her wrap her fingers around your waist. She wishes she had a střäp 0n right now. You let out a soft laugh and gently push her off you. She pouts in disappointment. You turn around and brush her pink hair behind her ears. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She blushes against your gaze and hides herself in your neck. You hold her close and close your eyes. Enjoying the warmth of her presence. 

[forbebeandjam]

Please bully G!p and perv g’p

Nxde | Bada Lee g!p x Fem Reader | +21

Summary: your bully has a secret only you know about…

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: g!p, fingering, and more smut… as well as bullying and rough sex.

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED (men and minors DNI)

A/N: I’m sorry I took long. You also didn’t specify if you wanted a Bada fic so if you want another person bully fic, please let me know and I’ll work on it. Enjoy♥️

🖤🥀🩶

You say at lunch with your head hung low. You thought your senior year would be fun. You had your best friend by your side during high school and everything seemed to be going according to your plan.

That was until your best friend's family moved states. They were struggling financially and needed to find somewhere else to live. And you never expected what happened at the beginning of the year.

You accidentally walked in on Bada Lee in the changing room. You didn't mean to. It was your getaway place and you needed a moment of silence. You never imagined that Bada Lee, the most snobby rich, and mean girl would be there, naked.

Let alone seeing what you saw. Her bulging member. You always suspected since middle school that she was hiding something. They acted strange. She would be secretive when going to the restroom or in the playground but you eventually brushed it off.

Seeing it in real life was odd and awkward. You didn't know what you felt exactly but it made you feel so many emotions at the same time.

She yelled at you and you escaped. You ran away and went back to class but she found you. And as much as you apologized, she made it her goal to target you.

Making up rumors about you and laughing at you with her friends. She would tell everyone you were poor and were only accepted in school because your mom was dating the principal.

When teachers weren't watching, she would pull on your hair and hit you. Harass you till tears were flowing down from your face.

So school became a burden to you. You didn't want to go and you begged your parents to not let you. But they were never caring so they wanted you out of the house for as much as long as they could.

And you didn't know why, or maybe you did, but every night, that image would reply in your head. Bada Lee in the changing room. It made you feel things such as warm feelings in the pit of your stomach and a tingling sensation in your core.

"Oh, look Bada. It's our little friend. The little peeking girl," her friend said. She pushed your tray to the floor causing a loud noise in the cafeteria. Everyone looked your way.

"This is our table now. Beat it," the blonde girl said.

"Red, just forget it," Bada said making you look up. Why was she showing mercy for you?

"Don't go soft on me Bada. You know damn well she doesn't deserve to be let off the hook," the girl said again as she grabbed your face.

"Redlic! Stop being childish!" Bada shouted causing the girl to let you go and walk behind Bada.

"Everyone out!" She shouted. No one asked anything and started to leave. She turned to Redlic and signaled her to leave. She was about to protest but Bada shot her a glare and she left.

She shut the doors and windows of the place and made sure no one would have access inside. Her parents funded the school with lots of money, so no one dared to disobey her. Not even the staff.

She walked back to you and lifted your chin with her thumb as she got close to your face.

"Pick it up, sweetie. We wouldn't want anyone to fall, huh?"There it was. Her asshole side.

"But... that's not my job," you said and she grabbed your arm and made you kneel. You got on the floor and picked up the spilled food. You were about to get up to get towels to clean the spilled water.

"Where are you going, babe?" she said and you turned to her with your watery eyes.

"To get towels," you replied trying not to stutter.

"You don't need towels..." she said. You tilted your head in confusion but walked back towards her when she signaled you to. You gulped in nervousness.

When you were standing in front of her, she dragged her finger from your jaw to your neck making your breath hitch. She then made her way down to your blouse and undid a button. You closed your eyes when you felt her rip off your blouse in one swift move.

You hugged your chest with your hands hoping that it would cover your exposed underwear. Bda then threw your blouse on the floor.

"Now kneel and use your clothes. Remove them one by one," she said as she leaned back on the table.

You shook your head and this caused her to scoff. She grabbed your hair and made you kneel.

"Do it, or you will regret it," she firmly stated before letting go. You bit your lip and removed your skirt to soak up all the spilled water. You felt exposed kneeling in front of Bada. You didn't dare to look at her.

"Fuck~" you heard her whisper. You looked at her and tilted your head.

"Who would've thought that body was under those baggy clothes? You are so fucking hot," she said. You shivered remembering you were exposed to her.

"Who do you wear lingerie for, you little slut?" she said as she pulled the strap of your bra and let it go causing a stinging feeling on your shoulder.

"Bada, I feel embarrassed..." you said as you looked down

"Now you know how it feels, huh? To be seen naked without consent. Answer me," she grabbed your neck and brought you closer.

"I... I like to feel pretty. No one likes me or sees me at all. I wear this to feel pretty sometimes," you said looking right into her eyes. She had a dark hue covering her pupils and she was smirking.

You could see how she looked at your lips and back at your eyes before she licked her own not letting go of your neck.

You felt warm. The way she looked at you with desire made you think that there might be a chance that someone does like you. More than that. She wants you and she isn't trying to hide it.

"Let's see..." she said as she made you stand up. She wrapped her hands around your bare waist and brought you close.

"Do you like it when my attention is on you?" she whispered in your ear. You shivered at the dirty thoughts in your head and closed your eyes. You didn't say anything. She chuckled and her hand traveled from your waist to your chest and she lowered it to the elastic of your panties.

"Bada-" you said but she slammed her lips against yours.

"You don't make a sound until I say so. You don't want to get a punishment. Be a good slut for me, understand?" She said siad and you nodded.

She slowly slipped her hand inside your panties and you bit your lip to prevent any sounds from escaping your lips.

"Look at that. Why are you so fucking wet, huh?" she said as he rubbed her fingers around your core. She pulled her hand out and showed you her coated fingers.

"Do you really want me that bad?" she asked. You didn't say anything and looked away from her gaze. She held your cheeks her her hand forcing you to look at her.

"Answer me, Y/N. or you won't get anything," she said using her tongue to lick your lips seductively.

"I... I want you, Bada. Please..." You spat out as a red hue filled your face. With her free hand, she undid your bra exposing your tender breast to her. She groped them and smirked when you became more vulnerable to her touch almost fighting a moan.

"Please, what? Use your words, princess," she said making you feel warm and... wanted.

"Please fuck me. Please," you said again and she chuckled.

"Open," Bada said and you followed. She shoved her coated fingers into your mouth making you taste yourself. You cleaned her fingers and she grabbed your hair making you get on your knees.

You could see the bulge in her pants making your eyes widen.

"It's no secret to you now. So, you know what to do, huh?" You grabbed the hem of her pants and visible boxers and slowly pulled them down. Her member was now rock hard and pointing right at you.

You drooled at the sight of her precum on the tip and used your hand to slowly rub it. She hissed at the feeling making you feel in control of her pleasure. Her eyes were shut enjoying the movements of your hand on her member.

You used slow strokes wanting to tease her more and more. You felt her grab a hold of your throat pressing the sides slightly.

"You know what I want. Use your pretty mouth, slut," she said and let you go. You licked your lips in anticipation and licked the tip. She took hold of your hair and made her swollen cock go deep into your throat, and you took it like a champ.

You began to move your head letting out occasional moans and sending vibrations into her member and she groaned at the feeling. You could feel her twitching in your mouth and you craved her cum inside of your mouth.

You pushed your tongue onto her member to cause more friction and you could hear profanities escape her lips. A shot of the warm liquid was shot into your mouth and she removed her cock from inside of you.

"What a good little slut. Who taught you how to do that pretty girl?" she asked. You swallowed her cum and she cleaned the one dripping from your chin with her thumb.

"No one. I just got carried away. You taste so good," you said still panting and with a raspy voice.

"Get up," she said. You stood up and she immediately carried you attacking your breasts and using her hand to go inside your gummy walls rubbing your clit with her thumb. Shaking whimpers started to leave your lips and she kissed you from your jaw to your breasts.

She started to bite and suck on your skin, marking you as her, and never in your life did you imagine she would be like this. Hungry for you wanting to devour you whole.

Your moans filled the room and you didn't care about anything else than the pressure the tall girl was giving you with her fingers. She removed her fingers from your insides. You felt the cold table against your back as she lay you down on it.

You hissed and she took her jacket off to place it behind you. She removed your panties quickly and gently rubbed her tip against your entrance teasingly.

"Bada... fuck me, please. Don't tease me. I need you inside of me," you said between pants.

"Is that so? You're so wet for me, huh? Your pretty pussy needs me that bad? Let's see if you can take me, pretty girl," she said and immediately shoved her member deep inside of your dripping cunt.

"Fuck!" You shouted at the unbelievable size inside of you. It was stretching you as she started to slowly stroke in and out allowing you to adjust to her.

“More, please. Bada~ mmh” you moaned and she placed her hand on your abdomen.

“I’m going to destroy this pretty pussy, princess,” she said as she started to thrust in and out of you rapidly. The sight of you laying there and your sopping pussy swilling her member drove her crazy. The way your back arched for her and your nipples were perky and rock hard. The way your hands would grip the edge of the table. Everything about you made her want you more and more.

“Mgn… feels… s-so… good. Ah… Mh gonna cum,” you said as she went deeper if that was possible. A bulge was created on your lower stomach every time she would thrust into you hitting your sweet spot.

You tightened around her causing her to groan in pleasure.

“Fuck… that’s right. So tight for me. You take me so well. What a good girl,” she said you started to whine and whimper, and the unexpectedly sweet feeling. She licked her fingers and began to rub your sensitive clit with them and with one deep thrust, you both came at the same time.

But ahead didn’t stop. She then attacked your sensitive bud with her mouth. She started to lick and suck on it as if she had been craving you for a long time.

“Bada! I can’t. It’s too much!” You said trying to push her head away from between your legs. You were shaking and she used her hands to push your legs apart and pin them down.

“Take it like the good slut you are,” she said as she looked into your eyes.

“Only for you,” you replied and she smirked going down on you once again but never breaking eye contact with you. You winced as she sucked on your clit overstimulating you to your limits.

You came all over again on her and she licked up every single drop of you with praises and letting you know how good you did for her. She made you sit up and kiss your lips softly.

“You did so well for me,” she said as she helped you clean up and get dressed. You tried to recover from the overwhelming pleasure.

She kissed your lips again and grabbed your cheeks. She made eye contact with you and you shivered.

“You belong to me. Don’t let anyone touch you or you’ll regret it, you hear me?” She said. You were dumbly nodding as she traced your skin with her fingers.

“Yes. Whatever you say, Bada,” you replied and she chuckled before holding your hand and dragging you to your class.

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[mj-iza-writer]

Idrk if this is a good whump thing but whumper who only gives whumpee clothes they hate.

Like transmasc whumpee only being allowed in dresses and skirts.

Transfemme whumpee getting the baggiest clothes in the most stereotypical masculine style.

Or if whumpee accidentally makes a face when given a clothing item, then that’s all they can wear.

Bonus if whumper always presents this as a reward, or infront of friends to show off how well whumpee has been behaving. Any sign of discomfort is bound to be punished. Especially since all whumpers friends are here.

I may have put myself in this a little. Warning for creepy whumper, nudity and homophobia. Sorry about the wait. This is a great prompt, just took me a while to think of an ending. -MJ

Whumpee took a step back when Whumper held up a bright red dress.

"You better stop moving away from me", Whumper warned, "you won't like the punishment."

Whumpee looked at the dress uncomfortably, "does it have to be so bright? Can't it be black or something?"

"Nope. I think this will look darling on you", Whumper sighed and stepped closer and held the dress up against Whumpee.

Whumpee mumbled under their breath, causing Whumper to give a warning glare.

"If you don't behave and appreciate this, I will take away every piece of clothing you own. You will either have to wear this or go nude. Am I clear?"

Whumpee gulped and nodded.

"You can look feminine every once in a while... for me... can't you?", Whumper smirked. They knew Whumpee was easy to guilt trip.

"Ugh fine", Whumpee looked at the dress closer. "Can it not be so tight and revealing, at least?"

"I did say this was for me, didn't I"?, Whumper smirked mischievously, "you can go back to your frumpy clothes once the party is over at the end of this month. Just let me enjoy this."

Whumpee looked down, "they're not frumpy. I prefer a more masculine look. You know that."

"I know dear, that's why I have to enjoy this... every moment", Whumper sighed, "until you stop with that nonsense at least ."

"It's not nonsense", Whumpee looked down, "I-its who I am", they whispered.

"Right, only when I let you", Whumper chuckled, "we're getting this dress."

"Great", Whumpee looked at it sadly, "exactly what I was wanting."

Whumpee looked longingly at some of the clothes marketed for men.

"Can I at least pick something for myself off of that rack?", Whumpee pointed but cowarded back when they saw the disgust on Whumper's face.

"Uh, nev-never mind", Whumpee gulped, "sorry", they squeaked out.

Whumper talked to the cashier excitedly about the party dress while they were being rung up.

Whumpee only smiled and nodded every time a comment was directed at them.

Until they shouldn't have at least. They had dissociated out of the moment, and answered wrong. Whumper was clearly pissed, Whumpee could only imagine how bad this punishment would be.

"Bathroom now", Whumper threw the items on the counter when they arrived home, "strip everything off."

"Wh-what are you going to do?", Whumpee couldn't stop themself from asking.

"You'll see. You've embarrassed me for the last time."

Whumpee stood in the bathroom. They desperately tried to cover themself up with their hands.

Whumper came in and swiped their hands away.

Whumpee winced as their nude body was on display.

"I've thrown every article of your clothing into a trashbag", Whumper grinned, "you now have to earn it all again. It starts with that dress we just bought. If you don't earn that back, you'll be at the party completely naked. Am I clear?", Whumper pushed Whumpee to the floor, "you are a girl. Your body, your genetics. You are a female. This stupidity of wanting to be a male was cute before, but I am over it now."

Whumpee whimpered as they covered their face to hide their tears.

"Go ahead and cry... about all you're good for", Whumper yelled louder, "can't ever let me have my time. You ruin everything."

Whumpee rolled themself into tight ball and cried.

"I just want to be myself", Whumpee sobbed.

"It doesn't matter what you want", Whumper leaned down and slapped Whumpee's cheek, "no one cares."

Whumper left Whumpee laying there while they went and cleaned up the dress they had just bought.

Whumpee could hear Whumper humming happily a few rooms over.

"I-I didn't choose to be like this", Whumpee whispered, "it's not a choice."

Whumpee sat quietly and thought.

"If I'm to escape, I need to survive. Appease Whumper until you can get away", Whumpee whispered, "it's the only way."

Whumpee swore they would do everything in their power to escape this mess they were in. Even if they had to hide their identity for a while. It was the only way to keep themself safe.

Thankyou for the request. I really hope you enjoyed. -MJ

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[pcm-vandermeer]

Honeymoon phase with your eldritch abomination bf means that although he's used to melting through walls and your world's thin fabric of a reality as his way of moving, he really wants you to open the door for him when he returns to you because that's how cute he is ♡

... He may be covered in blood but he did knock!

[bethpencilart]

Do you think Stephanie is as aware of Orel’s atrocities as we, the audience, are?

Putty: Gee kid, I'm sorry to hear you went through all that.

Stephanie: eh, at least I'm stable. I could've actually been homeless and got addicted to crack or something.

Orel: I was addicted to crack once.

Stephanie: WHAT?!

Putty: This isn't surprising, to be honest.

[uncanny-tranny]

It's really frustrating being trans sometimes with cis loved ones because other cis people will go, "oh but it's such a huge adjustment for them! They're grieving for your pre-transition self/they aren't used to the change yet/it's hard on them!"

It's just so frustrating that people forget that trans people's feelings on this matter, too. Cis people aren't the only ones who have adjustments to make. Frankly, as much as I sympathize with cis people in this position, I can't help but be really jaded about it because so often, cis people jump to the defense of other cis people and they will seemingly forget to or refuse to give the same grace to trans people.

[prettyniebla]

I want to have a dom who loves to put me on display for others. Have them constantly throw parties where the main entertainment is their pretty sub being all tied up for others to see, their pretty parts all exposed, with a ball gag in their mouth. Being strapped down to a fucking machine where the remote control is passed around to the party goers, having them take control of the setting in the speed that you're getting fucked, as your dom sits and talk to their guest watching you lose control. Being able to sense everyone's lecherous eyes gazing at you with lust, making you feel dirty for enjoying the situation that you're in. Have your dom create a betting pool in how quickly one can get their sub to cum and the winner gets to use your mouth until they cum. Afterwards, once everyone has left having your dom fuck you fast and hard until you pass out from the pleasure.

Like please please please let me have this!!!

[deanmarywinchester]

first thoughts this morning

> I bet I could grift my way into the trump White House as a shitty double agent. his most competent establishment folks are gone so I could pretend to be a Redscare type dirtbag-left-to-“ironic”-right pipeline guy and pitch myself as a young queer value add to the party. this would be amazingly doable — i have nearly two policy degrees and once turned down a cold job offer from a GOP lobbyist family friend that i bet I could lean on again, and it’s not like the gop is packed with competent people anyway

> hm but how much damage would I have to do to get there.

> ah shit. baru cormorant type of thought to have. pack it up boys

[namfinessed]

good "friends" - jennie.kim.

genre: fluff, angst (4.3k) (w!w)

summary: you couldn't help that you were in love with your best friend in the whole world, you couldn't help that you could never be her's, but you could make sure that no one else got to be her's either.

note: this is the first time i'm writing a gay fic, and i put everything i felt towards my first girl crush when i discovered i was bi, into this and i hope everyone who is brave enough to love who they love, enjoy this and of course, happy pride month <3

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“but you know, we would all just die anyway,” your best friend in the whole world, jennie, puffs out a cloud of smoke as your head rises and falls on her chest, matching her heartbeat, matching her breathing.

you were talking about a potential apocalypse, another viral outbreak, anything that would end the world as it was.

she passes the melting butt to you and as you suck in a breath, you feel the wetness her mouth left on the paper and you smile, “i would be happy to die, if it was with you.”

jennie lets out a giggle so soft, you almost don’t catch it but then she sits up, resting on her elbows, seeing your relaxed face on her body and she smiles too, “you’re feeling romantic tonight,” a teasing tone whispers from her mouth and you almost sit up, grab her face and tell her,

i want everything romantic with you,

i want everything with you.

but you laugh instead, snuggling into the warmth of her skin, you breathe out “that’s what friends are for, miss jennie kim,” and she doesn’t say anything, just shakes her head at you with affection and falls back on the bed.

you pass the cigarette back to her and wonder if she feels you on it too.

-

“and the statistics should come by tomorrow, we’ll discuss it again and take the necessary measure,” your co-worker, andrew, droned on, in a too confident and too boring way, you stifle a laugh when you catch jennie’s eye from across the table.

she rolls her eyes at the presentation and you roll your eyes back, both of you smile as if there weren’t thirty other people in the conference room who could turn and see you being lost in each other.

when you were dismissed, you wait for jennie by the door but just as she reaches you with eager steps, “ms.kim! would you mind staying back for a minute?” andrew’s voice booms from the other end of the conference room and you catch the wince on jennie’s face.

“of course, sir,” she turns back to you with a pout and it takes everything in you to not melt into the floor, “go, save yourself, i’ll catch you later,” jennie whispers to you and then runs away but the warmth of her whisper stays in your ears and burns in your cheeks.

on your desk, you click through photos that you and jennie took over the years, she looked gorgeous in everything, you looked pretty when you were with her.

and this wasn’t your insecurity speaking, you were happy when you were with jennie, and that happiness gleamed on your face more than any highlighter in the world. it made you pretty, you felt your most beautiful whenever you were with her.

you look up as you see her skirt float behind her, and you swear you don’t mean to stare, you really don’t but you do, anyway. you always do.

it wasn’t your fault, she sat there, flipping her hair and tying it into a ponytail, leaning over her screen with the faintest red cheeks, and her eyes narrowed and widened at her screen comically with every single click of her finger.

you wouldn’t look away even if you could, you had no better use of your time.

“she’s really pretty,” you hear andrew behind you and instinctively, you turn to agree, to say ‘she is, and she will never be yours’ but he was your boss, and you were in an office, whether you liked it or not.

but then, you realize he wasn’t even talking to you, he was just behind you and he was talking to someone else, about jennie, about your best friend, jennie.

your cheeks grow hot, not in the way jennie made them sometimes (or always), but with a simmering anger that you felt all the way down to your clenching toes.

“do you think i should ask her out?” andrew chimes again and you clench your teeth next, setting your eyes on the changing pixels in front of you, “why not? i’m pretty sure she’s single,” another voice comes in and you jerk your chair back, standing up.

“she’s not,” you say, louder than you intended to and they look at you quizzically before their faces go up in uncomfortable smiles.

“were you listening in on us?” the other guy accuses you, and andrew shakes his head, pulling the guy back, “she’s just telling us about her friend, chill man.”

he was being reasonable. unlike you.

you suddenly felt small.

small and petty.

small and petty and angry.

small and petty and angry and-

“but is it true?” andrew’s voice breaks through again and you look up, head a bit foggy with the truck of emotions that crashed your insides.

“yes, she is not single.” you say with a dismissive bow and plop back down on your seat to click through your screen frantically.

you hear andrew hum behind you.

as if he didn’t believe you.

and a new rage brew in you.

but before you embarrass yourself again, his footsteps recede from you and you breathe out.

jennie was single.

you wish she wasn’t. but she was.

and if andrew found out, well he couldn’t do anything but he was your boss.

and this was an office, whether you liked it or not.

-

“and then she started pissing me off, why would i want her boyfriend? has she seen his face?” jennie snickers, sipping her tea beside you and you laugh with her, “god knows she deserves better but all the pretty girls go for the worst guys,” you shake your head with your eyes rolling back and she nods in agreement, sighing out.

the office break room was far removed from the rest of the office, everyone came here for privacy and some came to make calls, some came to make out, some came to exchange numbers, and some came to watch their crush sip tea beside them.

“it’s really sad, why can’t pretty girls be with each other?” she shrugs her shoulders and you feel light-headed at her words.

pretty girls.

with.

each other.

“yeah, why don’t pretty girls date each other?” you ask back and jennie frowns, not understanding your question, “i mean, that would be ideal but most are straight so,” she sighs again as if she wasn’t one of those pretty girls who was straight.

but you weren’t sure about that either.

last she told you, she wasn’t sure either.

you were sure about yourself.

but because she never was sure, you never felt it was right to hurry her or even ask her anything about it.

today could be your lucky day though.

“hey jennie, can i ask you something?” she looked up at you with raised eyebrows, eyes narrowing down at your nervous tone and your mouth suddenly felt as if someone stuffed a roll of cotton into it.

both of you were past the point of asking to ask questions, you were past that point of politeness and formalities which made your question completely out of character for the two of you.

“shoot,” she whispers, deciding to entertain you and you clear your throat, chugging the last of your tea and gripping the cup to give you strength.

but pretty girls just can’t be left alone.

“jennie!” andrew came bursting in the door with his usual charismatic flair and the color in your face drained.

you three should never be in the same place, not after you lied to him and never told jennie that you lied to him.

she turns around with a smile to greet him, one you notice is a bit tight, the professional smile she gives at work, and your chest unclenches. a sigh of relief stays in your throat.

a professional smile.

in a professional setting.

she doesn’t smile at them like she smiles at you, she doesn’t hug them like she hugs you and she doesn’t see them the way she sees you.

right?

but then, you hear her soft laugh.

and your brain burns with green-lit flames.

he was making her laugh.

in the one minute that you looked away, got lost in your thoughts, tried to convince yourself that she would never be with him, the way she is with you, he makes her laugh.

“ah, you’re here too, always by her side” he snickers and jennie nods, she beams at you and you feel the flames cool. you catch the look on his face, the distaste at your presence that never seemed to leave her side, the disgust at your very face but you stared back at him, with just as much distaste, just as much disgust.

then he turns back to jennie with this dazzling smile and your flames return.

“i wanted to show you something, actually” he speaks through his smile to her and completely ignores you.

you’re fine with that.

what you’re not fine with is, when andrew moves closer to her, in the already cramped room and places his phone between them, swipes his fingers in a way that they barely caress the back of her hand and jennie sees the images of his vacation with an interest you never thought she had.

the whole scene kills you.

him, next to her, you felt his warmth through her and you didn’t like it.

her, next to him, laughing and complimenting his pictures because she was nice like that, you felt her warmth too but it was divided, it was between him and you, and not just you. you didn’t like it.

you, next to both of them, gripping your cup so hard that you heard it crack in your hands and your eyes gathered hot tears.

they were the kind of tears that couldn’t come from sadness, they were the kind to only arise from the deepest, darkest depths of your anger, they were the kind to blur your vision so badly that you couldn’t even see your own two feet in front of you.

you waited.

one minute.

two minutes.

three minutes.

you watch the clock as it ticks by and each minute, your tears enter and exit your lash line.

“by the way, how’s your boyfriend, jennie? all well?” his voice breaks your tears and now, your face went down with shame, as if the situation wasn’t upsetting enough already.

jennie tilts her head in confusion, that’s when she catches his pointed gaze towards you.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” she smiles unsurely and you see her hands clench and unclench on the sides of her body.

“oh, y/n was just telling us that you weren’t single, so i assumed, i’m deeply sorry if that made you uncomfortable,” he pleads with puppy eyes that make you gag and jennie whips her head to you, the gears in her mind creak loudly.

you only shake your head in defeat.

“oh that,” jennie starts and you hold your breath, you wait for the humiliation to crash and burn into you, “she must’ve been talking about my last date, i forgot to tell her that it went badly, that’s on me,” she laughs breezily, bumping your shoulder and for that minute, you could’ve gone down on your knees and popped out a ring.

“ah, i see,” andrew looks delighted at her answer but he seems to have the shame not to show it too much.

but you can’t stand being around them anymore.

“excuse me,” you mutter and walk out of the room as quickly as your legs can carry you, the last thing you hear before leaving is, “hey, so there’s this event next week,” and you never wanted to hear the rest.

but that day jennie came back home and sat on the edge of your bed, “hey, so there’s this event next week,” and you had to hear the rest of it.

-

“and you’re positive that he said it’s okay for me to come?” you ask for the fifteenth time, “i’m actually going to hit you,” jennie glares at you but then her face melts into the broadest grin which reassures you, she grabs your hands and squeezes, somehow you feel it in your chest “it’s going to be fine, i’m never leaving your side,” and that makes you slip in deeper into the pit you’ve made for her love.

and you were alone in that pit, grabbing at the edges and pulling yourself up, but a flash of andrew’s face, a flash of his heat, has you falling all the way back in its depth.

and it’s cold in the pit, it’s scary in the pit, wondering if she will ever like you or if you will have to feel her warmth forever and never be able to call it your’s.

andrew’s mansion didn’t surprise you, you had heard of how he grew up with a wealthy family, how his family’s connections directly made him your boss even if you and jennie had more experience, he was everything you hated in a man and he was everything jennie tolerated in a man.

which only terrified you.

“now, where is he?” jennie tries to look over the crowd of well-dressed people who were dripping in jewels that blinded you, that only reminded you that jennie liked shiny things and you were as dull as dull could be.

then, you see him, catch his eye over twenty heads and he nods at you with a smirk, you almost vomit on your feet.

you could ignore him, never tell jennie that you found him, and whisk her away, eat the expensive food, drink the expensive drinks, and take her back to the home you made together, where you would lay on her chest and share a cigarette.

so, you turn her away and use her shoulders to guide her towards the other side of the room, away from the boy who tried to follow but failed.

“i think i saw him that way,” you mumble into her ears and her shoulders drop in relaxation under your palms, she lets you pull her away and you think ‘i won, this one time, i won.’

you drink the expensive drinks, several of them actually, some of them only out of spite, and jennie eyes you, completely amused at your determination to bleed him dry (even if the drinks didn’t make the softest dent in his wallet.)

you eat the expensive food, all while complaining about the lightning of the room, the tacky furniture, and the overall disappointing vibe of the people, and again, jennie listens, she smiles and laughs with you.

when you reach the garden beside his mansion, you have no words of hate left in you, you stare ahead at the lush green bushes and flowers that move softly in the night, your hand is clutched in jennie’s and nothing can make the scene better.

“you know, this is the most fun i’ve had all day,” you whisper with your head on her shoulders and back pressed against the side of andrew’s home and you feel safe, you feel calm, you feel loved.

“me too, but it would’ve been fun going to some club together too.”

together.

you wanted to tell her that the ‘together’ you were right now, wasn’t enough and the ‘together’ you wanted, was…well, maybe something she would never want.

“jennie,” you breathed out, not knowing what you would say next, if the words you wanted would ever come out, but then she looks at you, her head tilts, her hair falls in her eyes and she stares at you with earnest, with the kind of love that you would move mountains for.

every movement of her body that faced you, a face that breathed out air that you took in, hair that flowed with the wind, fingers that brushed the side of your body, toes that dug into her heels, all of it dug itself under your skin.

“yeah?” she hums, waiting for you, always so patient, always so sweet, always so close but so, so far.

and you almost say it, always let your words leave you and go to her, where they belonged.

“jennie!”

and your words crawl back to you.

the pit reopens under your feet as andrew’s shape breaks the night, he breaks the circle of calm that you and jennie floated in, and suddenly, its straight backs and fake cheery greetings.

but then.

he steps forward.

his arms go up.

she steps forward.

her arms go up.

and she is in his arms.

he is in hers.

he steals your warmth in a second.

he doesn’t even look at you.

and your fists curl so hard that your nails break the soft skin of your palm.

for anyone else, it’s just a hug, a friendly hug.

to you, it’s the end of the world.

they pull back with smiles.

if maybe you weren’t so livid about the hug, you would notice her smile, her professional smile.

but you were.

you were so livid that you could throw andrew into a thorny bush and never regret a thing, you were so livid that the open wound on your palm was the last thing on your mind, you were so livid that you could-

“..great party, we’re having so much fun, you organized it well,” jennie speaks and andrew laughs, waving his hand, “oh this is nothing, i’m glad you’re having a good time, did you find the address alright?” his hand returns to her shoulder and you watch as his fingers brush the skin beside the fabric of her top.

“yes, your message helped a lot,” she nods and smiles, and his hand falls from her shoulder. but the skin he touched, stares back at you, mocks you, laughs at you.

and tears gather in your eyes again.

they were texting.

were they flirting on text?

did he ask her how her day was?

did he ask her if she ate?

did he tell her a flower that he saw on his way to work, reminded him of her?

did she tell her day was good, it was better when she would see him?

did she say she ate well, did he?

did she giggle at her phone and send him a heart when she talked to him?

falling off a mountain would be easier to get up from.

getting run over on a highway would be softer than this.

death would be kinder than this for you.

then, she laughs at something he says.

and your fists curl again, more blood smears on your palms and your tears blur your vision.

the whole scene kills you.

you feel your body shutting down as their voices swim around you, as their laughs dig into your spine and drop you to your knees, as their combined warmth knocks you off your feet.

“let me show you this painting i have inside,” andrew says and you panic.

if they go inside together, that was it for you, that was all the confirmation you needed to know that whatever hope you held for you and jennie, you could burn it to the ground and sing it goodbye.

it was now or never.

you either tell jennie now or stay silent forever, bury your love so deep into your pit that no one could unearth it.

“i would love that,” jennie cheers and you watch her take his hand, you watch as she eyes him, but you still don’t notice her tight smile.

then, you see her hand dangle in the back, reaching for something…and you are the only one behind her.

it was now or never.

it was now or never.

it was now or never.

it was now or never.

it was now or neve-

it was not something you thought you could do.

up until the minute your skin touched hers, you thought you never should.

but your hand grabbing her elbow, and gently pulling her back, makes you question everything you were ever capable of.

maybe you could always do this, but you just never did.

when jennie turns back, you take a deep breath and only shake your head.

you stare right at her as your head moves and she stares, for a second, a minute, an hour, no one knows.

but her eyes widen and her hand drops from andrew’s.

“i think i’ll be there in a minute,” she smiles at him and this time, you see the tightness in her smile.

he stares at you, sneers at you, and whips his head back to enter his home.

maybe you will be out of a job tomorrow.

but that didn’t matter.

jennie stepped closer to you, a bit unsure and hesitant, and all the courage you had drained out of you.

“what was that?” she asks, and you know what she’s talking about but your words are too scared now, they don’t want to come out and you’re their slave.

“i’m talking to you,” she says again, her voice wavering.

she waits.

but she isn’t patient anymore.

she sees your head facing the ground, your hair falling around your face and she wants to shake you to get an answer, she wants to hug you and she wants to yell at you.

“i-“

“i hate everything,” comes out from you, and jennie quiets, the night quiets too, the leaves stop rustling, the trees stop moving and the flowers turn up to listen to you.

more important than all of them, jennie listens to you.

“i hate everything when i’m not with you,” you sniffle, your tears running their track across your face and collecting under your chin, “i hate everyone when they’re with you, i hate every inch of their skin that touches you, i hate every word they say that you listen to, i hate every joke they make that you laugh at,” you wipe your face furiously, remembering every person who you hated and feeling pathetic for hating them.

“and i don’t know what to do, i don’t want to hate them because they’re not bad people, but when someone else is beside you, i feel lost, as if the place that was mine in this world, is stolen” your heart burns as you speak senselessly, your own words sound ridiculous to you but when you look up and see tears at the edge of jennie’s pretty eyes, you keep going.

“i don’t want you to be with someone else, i don’t want you to laugh with them, i don’t want them to be what i am to you,” you suck in a breath and laugh bitterly, “i want all of that with you, i don’t want to be your friend, i hate being your friend, i always have wanted to be something more, i always want to have everything with you.”

a pause.

a look at her.

the relief of her attention.

“sometimes, when we lay in bed, i want to ask you if your chest is tight too, if you feel me on the tip of your cigarette, if you ever want to kiss me but i can’t. still, i’m asking now, p-please let me be everything to you too,” and then you see her, really see her, not her pretty eyes and her soft hair, you see just a girl, holding back tears with a trembling jaw and shaking hands.

“tell me you want it too jennie, please,” you feel no shame when you beg her, you only feel the weight crushing your chest lift from you and go to her.

you just have to wait to see if she carries it or not.

for a few seconds, the world moves around you but you feel suspended, out of motion, out of energy to move or breathe or feel, you feel like ash flying away with the air.

but then, she steps forward.

eyes still so full of tears.

you want to wipe it away.

you want to cry it all instead.

but then.

but then.

she takes your weight, she makes it hers.

her arms loop around your neck and they tug your head down, you smile at how much you have to reach down to face her but that smile wipes away when her lips brush against yours.

slowly.

with a hint of hesitation.

but you pull her closer.

and for the next few minutes, you kiss her as if searching for stars in her mouth, right outside of andrew’s home and you smile again.

-

on the way home, you are surrounded, by her scent, her touch, and your most favourite, her warmth.

and now, her warmth, was all yours.

you lean on each other as you wait for the bus, then you watch as your bus passes you.

and then.

and then.

you just cuddle into each other even more, and you smile, as if you weren’t capable of doing anything else with your face.

when you reach home, it’s pitch black but you see her, she sees you and your cigarette lights up to guide the both of you back to where you belong, on your bed, with your head on her stomach and her fingers in your hair and the hand that she bandaged, plays with her fingers.

and as jennie passes her cigarette to you, you know she feels it this time, you on the wilting paper of it and you feel her, as you always have.

the feeling of belonging to someone and having them belong to you, eclipses everything else in your life and you feel it especially when she props up on her elbows and whispers,

“i would be happy to die, if it was with you too,” and when you say, “you’re feeling romantic tonight,” she smiles and falls back on the bed.

“that’s what girlfriends are for.”

[teliphone]

You're Mine

Summary: You agree to be Park Yeonjin's fling, only to keep your name safe. You’re forced to stick by her. Over time, you can’t help but take a liking to her. She’s cruel, yet so beautiful. It is hard to keep your morals. 

Warning(s): Smut, Manipulation, Toys, Bondage, Bullying, Harsh, Sub!FemReader

Word Count: 3.7K 

-

Park Yeonjin squeezes your upper thigh, making your body jerk in surprise. You glare at her and she smiles sweetly, her eyes glossing with fake signs of innocence. She digs her fingertips into the softness of your thighs again. Now you understand why she asked you to wear a skirt. Your hand moves down to grip her wrist. Her hand is hidden under your skirt. 

“Stop it,” You whisper a warning. She leans her lips to your ears. 

“Be a good girl and listen to the pastor,” She instructs. Your heart pounds hard against your chest. You glance around the church hoping no one is watching. Words from the pastor's sermon continue in the background. 

For a moment you did forget about her. You focus on the message til you feel her fingertips rub the middle of your panties. You accidentally jerk your legs, kicking the chair in front of you. People around you look at you worriedly. Even the pastor paused for a short second before continuing. 

“Sorry,’ You whisper with a polite smile, ‘I need to use the bathroom.” 

You hurry and excuse yourself, ignoring Yeonjin’s playful smirk. She leans back into her seat and ogles your bottom as you scoot past her. She bites her lips to stop herself from hitting it. Once you’re out of the row, she looks back at the pastor and acts like she’s paying close attention. 

The stall doors slam shut and you place the toilet seat covers down. You take a seat and place your face into your hands. A deep frustrating sigh escapes your lip. With Yeonjin here, you feel like such a sinner. You couldn’t pay attention to the message. All you could think about was her. 

~

You didn’t even like her. You were just her play fling. Yeonjin held so much power that you couldn’t escape her grip. It all started because you caught her attention during school. You stood up against her bullying. No one had dared before. From there, you saw her eyes darken and her lips curl into a sinister smile. She shoved the poor victim to the side and rushed to you.

“Be mine,” She insisted. You chuckled in disgust. You point a finger at her. 

“You? … Never. You’re not my type,” You replied. You start to walk away, but she grabs your arm. Next thing you knew she had multiple blackmails and threats hidden under her sleeve. You became her “girlfriend” the next day.

~

A knock coming from the stall door makes you snap out of your thoughts. You pause in shock before glancing under the stall. Yeonjin’s shoes come into sight. You roll your eyes. She knocks again with more urgency. 

“Wait,” You sigh. You fake a flush and unlock the stall. Before you could open the door, she pushed it. You stumble backward, your legs bumping into the toilet. She walks into the tight space with her arms crossed. Her face is stone cold. 

“You took a long time,” She informs. You clench your hands into a fist. 

“I was doing my business,” You grumble. She tilts her head. Her eyes are dark as void. She knew you were lying. Your frustrated look drops and you gulp nervously. 

“I don’t like that tone,” She warns. You tilt your head down. Your hair falls in front of your face. 

“Sorry,” You apologize to avoid further trouble. She smiles sweetly and brings her hands up to brush your hair behind your ears. Her sweet gestures end quickly. She runs her fingernail down to your chin and grips it. She tugs your face to look up. She begins to lean her face close to you. Your eyes flutter shut and your hand naturally moves to grip onto her bicep. 

Suddenly the bathroom door swings open revealing a lady which causes you to let out a fake cough. Yeonjin is quick to act and she pats your back. 

“There, there. You must have gotten a cold,” She lies with a perfect tone of concern. You continue letting out a few more coughs. The woman looks at you worriedly.

“Poor girl. I pray you get better soon,” She frowns. Yeonjin smiles innocently and you bow your head as a thank you. The woman walks into a different stall. Yeonjin makes eye contact with you and starts to laugh quietly. You couldn’t help but giggle along with her. 

-

Yeonjin takes a long drag of her cigarette. She blows it into the air. You sit beside her in silence like a perfectly trained pet. Her friends surround her, laughing amongst each other. One of them is busy curling her hair with an iron while another is on the side shooting basketball hoops. You couldn’t understand what they were talking about. The topic is very much what only privileged rich kids would get. All you could do is analyze Yeonjin. She will laugh with her friends and then glance at you. Her dark black hair is perfectly brushed and styled. Her lips wrap around the cigarette and suck, her eyes never leaving yours. In the midst of staring at her, you didn’t realize she was leaning to blow smoke into your face. You grimace and wave your hands to get rid of the smell. She laughs and pats your head. Her fingers gently rub your scalp which causes you to glare up. Her touch was a sudden sweet gesture, you’re not used to it. She tilts her head and smiles. Your cheeks turn pink a little. She’s undeniably beautiful. It bugs you that her beauty makes you forget how evil she can be. 

The doors of the gym open which steals everyone’s attention. A student whom they like to bully comes walking in. The same girl you protected by standing up against Yeonjin. She walks over with a stern face. You glance to look at Yeonjin. Her eyes started to darken, indicating she was having fun. Her lips curled up. All that dark, beautiful hair, that's what hatred looks like.

“Dongeun, I missed you!” Yeonjin gasps as she drops the cigarette onto the ground. She heads over to Dongeun, her steps light as a feather. 

“Where have you been?” She chirps. Dongeun glares with such hatred. She raises her hand to slap, but Yeonjin is quick to catch her wrist. She grips and tugs Dongeun’s arm, dragging her along. She pushes Dongeun into a seat and signals her friends to lock her into place. 

“I guess you haven’t learned your place. You need a little reminder,” Yeonjin hums as she touches the handle of the hot iron hair curler. She grabs onto the handle and starts walking over to Dongeun, who is thrashing against the friend's hold. You widen your eyes in fear. Yeonjin pushes up Dongeun’s sleeves and hovers the hot iron over her skin. You rush out of your seat and grab Yeonjin’s wrist. Your eyebrows furrow in frustration and disgust. 

“Stop,” You warn. Yeonjin’s eyes twitch but her lips remain smiling. 

“Let go,” She orders. You only grip her wrist harder and tug it away from Dongeun’s arm. She tries pulling back, but you never let go. Yeonjin takes her other hand and clenches it onto your hair. You yelp in pain as she tugs it harshly. She brings your face near hers and chuckles. You could see her eyes look down to your lips and back up. Eyes dilating like the night sky. 

“I own you. I can do what I want. You can’t,” She whispers. She releases her grip and you fall onto the ground with a loud thud. Her friends start laughing. One of them comes over and places his foot on top of your soft stomach. You wince in pain and claw at his ankle. Yeonjin’s smile darkens and she stares at her friend. 

“…What the fuck are you doing?” Her voice is cold. The guy pauses and nervously backs away from your body. You grunt and clench your stomach. He raises his hands up defensively. 

“Hey, I-I was just copying you. I’m trying to have fun too,” He explains. Yeonjin takes slow steps towards him. She brings her hands up and slaps his face hard. His face turns to the side and he brings his hands up to numb the pain. Before he could recover, she grips onto the collar of his shirt and tugs to make him look into her eyes. She smiles sinisterly. 

“Only I can touch her. If I see you lay even one finger on her… I’ll kill you,” She swore before pushing him back. He grunts in pain, stumbling to gain balance. She drops the hair curler, finding you more important than what she was going to do. She walks over to you. She kneels and examines you worriedly. 

“Are you okay?” She asks. You simply nod your head without a word. You couldn’t help but feel your heart skip a beat. She wraps her arm around yours and helps you stand up. She spares one glance at Dongeun before wordlessly walking out of the gym with you. 

-

“One day you will get bored of me,” You say a couple of weeks after the hot iron incident. A part of you felt sad about the possibility that Yeonjin could easily toss you to the side. It’s realistic, considering you’re just her play toy. 

“Why? Feel upset about that?” She laughs. You turn your head to the side to avoid her eyes. 

“No, I just want to know how far you’re going to drag this thing on,” You reply, fidgeting with your fingers. She snaps her phone shut and leans back into her chair. She hums deep in thought. 

“Let me think,” She ponders. A playful glint sparks in her eyes. She flips her hair to the side and leans forward, resting against her elbow on the table. 

“Til you say you had enough,” She says. You widen your eyes in shock. 

“What?” You blurt out. She laughs again and tilts her head. 

“I will stop when you tell me to,” She repeats slowly. You blink your eyes before gulping. She knew the game she was playing. She was confident that you wouldn’t be able to leave her side anymore. As much as she had power over you, she gave you a slight chance to own some. Like a little treat. Your very own decision on whether or not you want to continue being with her. 

“I…”

“-Before you decide. Spend one full day with me,” She beams. 

-

You stare at yourself in the mirror, rubbing your hands down your outfit. It was picked out by Yeonjin. You touch the edge of your skirt. Of course, it’s a skirt. Your phone buzzes and you rush to read the message. A simple ‘I’m here’ from Yeonjin. You quickly gather your things and rush out to her.

She’s in her fancy rich car, gifted by her parents. The sound of the car unlocking clicks. You give her a quick wave and open the door. Yeonjin smiles in excitement when she sees you in the outfit she picked out. You take a seat and wait patiently. 

“You look beautiful,” She smiles. You feel your cheeks warm up. 

“Thank you… you do too,” You reply. She smirks and places one hand on the wheel. She places her other hand on the place she enjoys most. Your thighs. Her cold fingers grip the warm squishy skin of your inner thigh. You nibble your bottom lip. She starts driving, paying attention to the road. 

Spending the day with Yeonjin was like being treated like royalty. Every store and restaurant knew her. You’ve never seen someone receive so much favor and respect all because of their name. They gave her extra food. Limited items were suddenly available to her. She didn’t bother looking at the price tags when she bought you clothes. All she needed to know was that it looked good on you and she'd tell the staff to add it to her card. Three bags of clothes became seven. Neither of you even held the bag. A staff member held it for you til they placed it in the trunk of her car. 

When it was time for dinner, she got a place where there was a front view of the whole city. She orders multiple entrees, each worth the same as a regular person's paycheck. When you thought the day was ending, Yeonjin drives you to her house. 

-

The sky is dark and you shift comfortably on the coach. She sits next to you while playing a game on her phone. The game sound beeps happily. She hums in deep concentration. 

“Thank you,” You say. You truly meant it. No one has treated you this way before. Yeonjin was different. She giggles and grabs ahold of your hand without looking up from her phone.

“Of course. You’re mine, remember,” She reminds you. Her hand stays wrapped around yours. She has a sweet smile on her lips. You bite back a smile. She continues playing the game til she is satisfied. She snaps her phone shut and averts her attention fully on you. She places her hands on your thighs and leans forward. She places a small kiss on your neck. It tickles, making you giggle. 

“I want to do one more thing with you before you make your decision,” She requests, pulling away. You slow down your chuckle. You place a hand on top of hers. Your fingers gently rub her soft skin. 

“What is it?” You question, licking your bottom lip. Her eyes darken and her breathing slows. She suddenly stands up to her feet. 

“Follow me.”

-

You’re in her room, sitting at the edge of her bed. She stands in front of you, brushing her hand against your cheek. You stare lovingly into her eyes. She tilts her head playfully and lowers her hand til it reaches your neck. She suddenly grips it causing you to gasp. Your hands claw at her wrist. She darkly smiles as she watches your face turn scrunch in pain. It turns her on. She pushes you deeper into the middle of the bed. Your head rests on her pillow and she towers above you. She holds on to your throat a little longer until she lets go. You gasp for air. She doesn’t let you catch your breath long before she starts kissing you again. Her lips move slowly against yours, digging her fingers into your inner thigh. You moan into her mouth and she smirks. She starts to touch the edge of your shirt and naturally pulls it off. You urgently reach to take off hers, but she stops you. 

“In a hurry?” She jokes. She starts kissing you again. She slides her hand under your skirt. The sides of your panties loop around her fingers. She tugs it and you can feel the cold air touching your core. You sink into the kiss feverishly and she laughs. You pull away, blushing. She smiles and pecks your lips again before disappearing to the side. You're left alone breathless and shirtless. You nervously glance around. Analyzing her decorations. 

Yeonjin appears in front of you, wearing just a bra and panties with two large red string ribbons around her hands. Her long black hair drapes over her shoulder. Her nipples visibly harden against the fabric of her bra. 

“You trust me?” She asks.

“Yes. I do,” You answer. She smiles in satisfaction and gestures to you to bring your hands up. She starts wrapping the red ribbon around your wrist. She tightens and tugs it hard. You can barely move your hands. You look at her worriedly to which she responds by kissing you sweetly. Suddenly your vision gets covered by the last red string. You feel her push your tied hands up above your head. The sound of a metal click reaches your ears. Your heart rate quickens. Your chest moves up and down fast. All your other senses seem to heighten.

“You look scared,” She purrs in your ear. You twitch and attempt to reach out, but something stops your arms from moving. She chuckles darkly. You feel her lips suddenly kissing and sucking your neck. Her teeth grind against the skin. Her lips move down to your chest. She grabs your boobs hard, twisting your nub. You grunt and pull onto the tie. She chuckles and continues touching your boobs. A hot wet feeling starts touching your nipple. You moan, tilting your head back. In contrast, you can also feel her teeth occasionally biting down. 

“I know this is making you wet,” She purrs as she moves her free hand under your skirt. She tests by rubbing the tip of her finger on your folds. She chuckles at the silky mess under her finger. 

“Dirty girl,” She hums. She moves up to touch your needy clit. She rubs it slowly, causing you to jerk. 

“Please. Go faster,” You beg. She listens and starts to quicken her tempo. You cuss and grip the ties. Your lower stomach clenches. Wet noises from the movement of her fingers on your cunt become louder. You bite your lower lip while your back arches. 

“You feel wet enough,” She notes. She removes her fingers and you whine. She examines the silky juice on her fingers. 

“Please don’t stop! Go faster and harder please!” You cry out. You feel the bed dip and lift. You’re alone again. Your lower stomach begins to slow down in pleasure. You use your ears to listen to what is happening. Sounds of shuffling can be heard. 

Yeonjin is looking through her toy collection. She sings and hums as she scans which one she wants to use on you. A decent large d!|dō catches her attention. She picks it up and feels the heavy girth on her hands.

The bed dips again and you get butterflies. She moves her body to the slit of your legs. 

“As much as I love this skirt on you. I need to see,” She chirps. She pulls the shirt off your body and tosses it to the side. Your cunt glistens so sweetly. She bites her bottom lip as she places the toy on top of your core. You feel a large object move up and down your slit slowly. 

“Yeonjin, what is that?” You pant. She shushes you, gently rubbing your lower stomach. She moves and rotates the toy until it is glistening with your juice. She leans the tip of the toy into your core. She slowly starts shoving it into you. She doesn’t go fast, allowing you to adjust. Your breathing hicks and you cry in pain. Her cunt pulses watching your core being forcefully open. 

“Fuck!” You cuss. 

“Does it hurt?” She hums. She slows down and starts pulling the toy out. You buckle your hips. The red blind ribbons feel stuffy and sweat starts to form on your forehead. You shake your head no. It hurt, but it also felt so good. It stirs something in you knowing that she’s using your body for her pleasure. 

She pushes the toy back in and you sob out a moan. Your legs start to shake. Your wrist is starting to bruise and turn red by how hard you tug the ribbon. You tilt your head back, sobbing into the ribbon. She presses her hand harder on your lower stomach. The girth of the toy fills you deeper. You start to thrash your body uncontrollably.

“S-slow down,” You choke. She laughs light heartedly. 

“I thought you wanted me to go faster and harder,” She teases as she pulls the toy out only to shove it back in. From how much you’re moving, the ribbon on your head starts to shift. Your head tilts to the side and the ribbon begins sliding down to your neck. You grimace at the sudden exposure to light. Yeonjin lifts her eyebrow in amusement. You peer down to see her resting comfortably between your legs. One hand holding the end of the toy. You can see it disappearing in you. She pauses to let you soak in the sight. 

“See it? You’re taking it so well like a good girl,” She hums. She moves her hand quickly. Letting you watch the toy shove deep within you and out. Your hips jerk and start to chase after it. Tears start to escape the edge of your eye. You bit your lip, enjoying the pleasure. Yeonjin watches your tears roll down your cheeks. It turns her on even more. She angles the toy til she hears you moan louder. She found your spot. 

“I’m so close!” You moan. She moves her hand a few more times til she pulls out the toy completely. Your core squeezes around nothing, sending a painful throb in your stomach. You pant hard while tugging on the ribbon

“No, please don’t stop,” You cry. Yeonjin tilts her head with a joyful glint in her eyes. 

“You can only come… if you decide to be mine. If you don't want to, I can stop,” She explains. She eyes the toy playfully before placing the tip on her tongue. She makes sure you’re looking at her before she licks the tip of the toy. Your juice coats her tongue and she moans. She wraps her lips around the toy and sucks it before pulling it out with a ‘pop’. She places the tip back into you. You let out a soft moan of need.

“So… what’s your answer?” She smiles. Before you could say anything she shoves the wet toy into you. Her pace is brutal. Your body twitches feverishly. Your cheeks are red and wet with tears. She’s already bringing you back to your high. 

“Fuck!” You grunt. She doesn’t slow down. You can hear her giggling sinisterly. 

“Do you want to come?” 

“Yes!” You cry, your body moving along with the hard thrust. 

“Say it,” She reminds you. Her hands move the toy up and down fast at an angle. Her other hand moves to squeeze your sensitive clit. The pleasure is near and it feels too good to stop.  

“I’m yours!” You confess. Your words slurs in with moans. Yeonjin smiles, her core pulsing as she watches you chase your high. She clenches her legs together. 

“Come for me,” She moans. You moan loudly, back arching. Your body twitches. You feel your juice rolling down and onto the bed sheets. She leaves the toy in you and she moves up to kiss you. Her wet tongue slides against your mouth. Your brain is foggy, unable to think. 

“You’re mine,” She moans in between the kisses. 

[forbebeandjam]

Pervert Bada please. Like she has very low morals and she’s horny as hell.

Wants or Needs | Bada Lee x Reader | +21

Summary: as a married woman, you try to keep away from that dangerous woman but why hold back, right?

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: SMUT! Fingering, cunnilingus, cheating

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: I’m a bit rusty on smuts, y’all. Go easy on me plz 🥹 as for the person who requested. I hope you like it!!🫶🫶

You had a happy relationship with your husband of two years. He was sweet and caring but always busy at work or so you thought. You would oftentimes be at home studying and it was boring to you how he never had time for you so you decided to kill time by signing up to a dance studio.

The first few days were great. The teacher was fun and you were able to get better in skills. On your third week, you noticed your regular teacher was not there in time. You started stretching knowing that he was probably late when you saw a woman walk in.

She was stunning and caught your eye with her aura alone. She scanned the room and took off her jacket exposing her toned body. Her crop top was hugging her body just right.

She adjusted her baggy pants and the elastic of her boxers was showing. She tied her hair back and pulled her arm to the side. For a few minutes, you forgot you needed to stretch and your eyes were glued on the woman.

"Alright, everyone! I'm back. I hope you're all warmed up because we are starting a new dance today. Let's go," the woman clapped. You were confused. You looked around to find one of the older classmates.

"Excuse me, who is that?" You asked.

"Oh, right! You're new. This is Bada. Our regular teacher. She's really cool. You'll love her," she said. You nodded and went back to your spot. Suddenly you heard silence and everyone was looking at you.

"Could you move a bit forward? I have never seen you before," Bada said as she was looking at you. You gulped the knot in your throat down.

"Hi. I'm Y/N." You said shyly. She smirked.

The class started and you followed along perfectly with Bada. She couldn't take her eyes off you every time you moved. You felt her eyes on you and you regretted your outfit choices.

Biker shorts, sports bra, and jacket around your waist.

When the class finished, you dried off your sweat and drank some water. Everyone around you left the room and you decided to sit down and take a moment.

"Hi, I'm Bada," the tall woman said as she sat in front of you digging through her bag.

"Hi. How's it going?" You asked.

"Good. Why don't I know you?" She asked making you more nervous.

"I-I joined the class a few weeks ago," you strutted and cursed yourself mentally for it.

"Oh! It doesn't seem like it. You are really good and I love the way you move your body," she said placing a hand on your knee. You gulped and smiled.

"Listen, we are having a little party tomorrow at my house. I want to make you feel welcome to the studio so," she paused and pulled out a small piece of paper from her jacket.

"This is my address and number. If you need anyone to pick you up, just give me a call. Otherwise, I'll see you there," she winked before dragging her hand across your leg, standing up, and walking out the door leaving you dumbfounded.

You shook your dirty thoughts of the woman and stood up. You took your bag and went back home. You looked around, the place looked like a mess.

Two glasses of unfinished wine were on the table and your furrowed your brows. Your husband was supposed to work late and no one else had access to your house.

As you placed your bag down and silently made your way to the room you could hear smacking sounds and loud moans. You covered your mouth with your hand to avoid any noise.

"You look so beautiful," you heard your husband say.

That's where you saw your husband on top of a random girl. You sort of knew that he had someone on the side but you prayed that you were wrong. So you took your bag and silently left the house completely devastated and heartbroken.

You took a cab to the dance studio. There was no way you could drive in the state you were in. When you made it, you paid the driver and went inside the studio.

And you danced. You danced like there was no tomorrow. You made your own dance routine and felt so free. When the music in your phone came to a halt you took a deep breath and smiled.

"That was amazing," you heard a voice say and claps followed. Bada was standing on the door frame looking at you with a wide smile.

"Sorry. I'm not supposed to be here. I'll leave," you said as you bent down to pick up your bag. You felt a sudden grab on your waist and you stood up to look in the mirror.

She was grabbing your hips and she brought your body closer to hers. You could feel her body heat on you and her breath brushed against against your neck. Your body tensed and your face turned a bright shade of red.

"You look hot when you dance," Bada whispered in your ear.

"Bada..." you tried to move but she held your hips tighter. In the heat of the moment, you turned your head to look at her and her lips met yours. You were taken aback but the range of the recent events made you want to kiss her back.

That, and she looked really hot. You were attracted to her like you've never been attracted to anyone before.

The moment her hand made contact with your skin, there was nothing in your mind but her. Bada Lee. Your dance instructor had intoxicated you and you loved it.

The kiss deepened and soon her hands were roaming your body. You let out soft moans and your shirts were now on the floor. She pressed you against the way as her hand moved slowly from your stomach to the elastic of your bottoms.

"Gosh, your so fucking beautiful," Bada said. That moment, the image of your husband fucking some girl in your bed came back to your head. You broke the kiss and tears threatened to fall.

"I... I am married. I can't do this," You said. She pulled you back.

"It doesn't matter. You are here for a reason. You aren't happily married or you'd be with your partner at this ungodly hour of the night," she said as she placed a kiss on your neck driving you insane.

"Bada~ I can't," You grabbed your shirt and bag and ran out of the studio. You went back home where your husband was sleeping peacefully. You scoffed and went to shower. Yes, you were hurt because he cheated but Bada was slowly invading your head.

Her touch, scent, body, and voice made you regret running away from her. How could you be so stupid?

-

The next day, you woke up and looked around. Your husband was getting ready for work. You saw him fixing his tie and then we walked to pick out his cologne. You scoffed and he turned to look at you.

"Good morning, sweetheart. What time did you get back home?" He asked as he sat next to you and kissed your hand.

"Mh... around two or three in the morning. I just had a lot to do at work," you said with a cheery tone.

"Oh yeah, you told me you were gonna work, right? Thats cool. Well, I will also be late today so don't wait up," he said and your fake smile faded.

"Oh... I will work late too, so I will see you tomorrow," you lied. he kissed your forehead and left the room.

You started your day. After getting ready and running some errands, you started to pack your clothes in luggage. You wanted to get away from him.

Time went by fast and now it was time. Time to go to dance class and face Bada. The woman that had now intoxicated your brain. She was everywhere you went. You saw her in everything.

So you made your way to the studio. You walked into the class and there she was leaning against the mirror staring at the doorway and now at you.

The moment you walked in, a smirk was formed on her lips. She started to walk towards you when a blonde girl interrupted her.

"Bada, when is the competition in Busan?" she said. You took the opportunity to escape Bada rada and went to the back. You ended up being pushed to the middle area when the class started.

you could feel her gaze through her cap. Bada never took her eyes off you and you were flustered causing you to forget the steps. You looked at your feet when you tripped and felt a pair of hands around your waist.

"Are you alright? Here. Let me help you," She said. She took your arm and held your waist, moving it in the direction the choreography required.

"I've got you. You can count on me, pretty girl," she said making you a blushing mess. She then went back to the center of the class and wrapped it up.

You didn't wait. You were too shy to confront her and she didn't seem to care about you being married. You rushed back to your house and realized your husband was already there. It was not even late but there was another pair of shoes there.

You scoffed. It pained you how he could be so careless of you when he promised your father and you to always cherish you and care for you. So you walked into the room where they were lying down.

"Babe!" he yelled when he saw you.

"Oh... didn't know you'd be here. You said you were working late but don't worry. I'll be on my way and you guys can continue like yesterday," you said. He panicked trying to put on his clothes and kept calling your name.

You didn't pay him any mind, picked up your bags, and walked out of the door. Then reality hit you. You were as emotionally strong as you thought. You broke down. You cried like never before and held your chest. People around looked at you in concern but no one dared to help.

Once you calmed down, you decided to dial the only person you could think of who might help you.

Bada.

So you dialed and she answered almost immediately.

"Hey, I was waiting for your call," she said. You sniffled.

"Would you mind giving me a lift? I can't drive right now,"

"Yes, of course. Are you okay?"

"umm... not really. I can't drive right now," you said.

"Send me your location and don't move. I'll go find you," she said and you did as she told you.

As soon as she saw your figure sitting on the floor she exited the car and ran to you. She knelt and lifted your head.

"Are you hurt? What's wrong? Talk to me," Bada asked scanning your body for any injuries.

"He cheated on me," you said. You were crying again and you couldn't see how her tongue poked the side of her cheek. She was angry. How could someone ever hurt someone as beautiful as you?

"Come with me," she said and took you to her car. She drove you to her apartment where loud music was playing. There were lots of people and she had your bags dropped off in the guest bedroom.

She introduced you to some of her friends and you started to loosen up as her friends comforted you and joked around.

Lusher handed you a drink and told you to chug it. And you did without asking. You knew alcohol would help you forget. So you took drink after drink.

You didn't even notice when people started leaving. It was only you sitting at the dining table with a drink in your head and your forehead against the glass table.

"Y/N, get up," Bada held your arm to pick you up. You threw yourself on her arms and giggled too intoxicated to even walk.

"Bada.... Am I ugly? Or what? Am I not good in bed? Why did this happen? I want to talk to him!" She said and she shook her head.

"Come on. You need to sleep," she said as she carried you to the bedroom. She made you lay down and you pulled her down.

"Sleep with me! I feel like shit," you said.

"This will not make you feel any better," Bada said as she took your shoes off. You were already sound asleep. She went up to you and kissed your forehead.

"You are beautiful,"

-

The following morning, you woke up with a headache. You saw Bada sleeping on the floor with a blanket over her body. You didn't feel bad. Minus the headache, you felt grateful for Bada.

Your phone started ringing, and she woke up. You looked at your phone and saw that it was your husband. Bada took the phone and gave you water and pain pills.

She made you food and you followed her around the house quietly. Your phone rang again. And a million messages started entering your phone. One caught your eye.

'Let's make this work. I promise I'll change,'

"I need to talk to him," you said and Bada held your arm and took you to her room.

"You're not going," she said.

"Well, that's not for you to decide, Bada," you said and she scoffed as she pressed you against the wall.

"It became my decision once you put your lips on mine," she said as she got closer to you.

"He could have a change of heart," you said again.

"Do you want to go to him, or do you want to finish what we started in the studio, huh?" The hem of her fingers dragging along your arms.

You cursed mentally and bit your lip looking around the room. You didn't want to go to him. You wanted Bada in every way possible but you couldn't possibly tell her that.

"You took too long to answer. You're mine now," she said before smashing her lips on yours. Her hand was gripping your waist tightly before placing you in the bed.

"I'll make you forget about everything. I'll be the only one in your mind from now on," she said before removing your shirt. She placed love bites on your chest. Marking you as hers,

 You bit your lip to prevent any moan from escaping your mouth but that was all in vain when you felt Bada's hand slip inside your underwear and a slender finger pressed on your sensitive bud. 

A moan escaped your mouth and she took the opportunity to kiss you allowing her tongue to explore your mouth. While sloppily kissing you her finger continued to work on your clit. 

She swallowed every moan that left your mouth. 

"You sound so good, baby. I can't get enough of you since the day I saw you," she said. 

"We just met, Bada. And I am married... ah~" you moaned when she inserted a finger in you. 

"Mh... well, you are a mess right now. And it is all for me. I don't care about anything else. You are mine," she said as she began moving in and out of you. with each thrust, you could feel yourself closer to release and your moans got louder. 

"Bada, please don't stop," you pleaded as she continued moving inside of you. But she wasn't going to let you off easily. She wanted you to know that you were hers. 

She wanted to make you feel so good that no one would ever be able to satisfy you ever again so you'd come begging her for more. And she'd be willing to give it all to you. 

She removed her finger from your inside making you groan. She chuckled and moved down on the bed, pulling you to the edge and slowly removing your bottoms along with your underwear. 

"Fuck... I barely touched you and you are already dripping..." she bit her lips before diving in with her tongue. She collected your juices with her tongue and teased your entrance with her finger. 

"Bada, please..." you whined as you moved your hips trying to find friction to please your needy cunt. 

"That's a good girl. Begging for me to give her what she wants. What she needs," Bada said. She pushed two fingers inside of you and her lips attacked your clit. Loud moans filled the room and you swore you began to see stars.

Your legs were wide open and your hand was tangled in her hair. You pushed her further down on you and your hips moved to an incredible rhythm. Her moans send vibrations through your core making everything feel so much better. 

"Bada... ah fuck. I want more," you moaned out words that were almost incoherent but she understood perfectly. 

"Who is my pretty little doll? Who will let Mommy Bada play with her when she needs to?" Bada asked as she paused her moments. 

"I am. You can use me however you want. I belong to you now," you said between breaths feeling your face grow hotter by the minute as you saw how wet Bada's face was due to your sopping pussy. 

Never have you been in this condition before and yet, you wanted nothing more. She was enough for you. 

"Good dolly," she said before shoving three fingers inside of you. Her long and pretty fingers curled up inside of you and reached all the way to your sweet spot. A nasty and long moan signaled to her that she had finally found it.

And she showed no mercy on you. You tasted too sweet. She couldn't get enough of your taste, your moans, and your warmth. You were just what she was expecting. Just what she wanted. 

As her fingers worked wonders inside of you, her lips sucked on your extremely sensitive clit. You couldn't control yourself anymore. Your back was arched, fists gripped the sheets, and your body was shaking. You could feel your legs closing up on Bada's head. 

She looked at you. You looked perfect with your eyes rolled back and completely destroyed under her touch. 

"Bada- Ba- Bada... I... mmmh," you couldn't form a sentence when you felt your release. You came all over her face and fingers. She chuckled as she felt your warm juices coat her and she licked up every drop as you recovered from the intense orgasm the tall stranger had just given you. 

But... If she was so deep inside you, was she really a stranger at all?

She shoved her two fingers in your mouth making you taste yourself. 

"Clean up your mess, will you?" she said and you sucked on the woman's fingers licking up your mess. She then proceeded to kiss you passionately as she grabbed you by the neck. 

"Let this be a lesson that a pretty doll like you belongs to me, and I don't like to share my toys," 

And with that she walked off, leaving her pretty doll disheveled and satisfied in her... and now your bed.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ MATILDA

୨୧ cw : fem!lee know x fem!reader, college!au, homophobia, mentions of a forced marriage, fluff, angst with a happy ending, kissing, pet names

୨୧ a/n : happy pride month <3 you are loved just as you are <3

When you came out to your parents their first reaction was disgust, telling you it was just because you hadn't met the right man yet. You remember crying yourself to sleep that night and wishing for these feelings to go away.

So you suppressed the feelings you were born with. And played the role of the perfect straight daughter for your parents.

Eventually you moved off to college a few states away from your parents, yet they still kept you under a close watch. If you did get a girlfriend and they heard about it, they'd cut you off.

They called you every weekend to make sure you were still doing well and that you were making good grades in all your classes. Just like today, they called.

"Well honey, I'm glad you're doing good in all your classes. Do you happen to remember our friends, the Robinsons?" your mom's voice crackles over your phone speakers.

"Yeah, the ones with the really nice house?" you confirm.

"Yes! Them! Well they were over at our house a few days ago for dinner and they saw a recent photo of you that we had on the mantle. And they started asking about you and-" your mother rambles.

"Mom, just spit it out already!" you blurt.

"We want you to marry Gabriel."

"No," you immediately retort.

"Darling, he's a very nice boy and he has a well paying job! His parents even said they'd buy you two a house as a wedding present!"

"Mom, I said no," you stand your ground.

This time it's your father who speaks, "this is not an option y/n. Next weekend we want you to come home and meet him."

You were so angry you hung up on them immediately.

"Y/N," her voice rings in your ears as the door to your apartment jiggles open.

"Hey Lina," you greet your roommate.

You knew Lina was gay. You had met some of the girls she would have over, they were all beautiful, just like Lina was.

"I found the most perfect dining set for the apartment at the store today! I just had to get it! Oh also I thought I'd make your favorite dinner tonight if you're up for it!" she hums while placing bags on the kitchen island.

"Yeah," you softly say, "that sounds good."

"What's going on? You seem upset?" Lina asks, crossing into the living room and sitting next to you on the couch.

"My parents want me to marry this guy because his wallet is loaded," you put your face in your hands.

"Oh," Lina sighs.

"Yeah," you rub your face.

"Well, he could be really nice, maybe you should give him a chance," she hums.

You had never come out to her. You look up at her, her beautiful brown eyes, long brown hair, cat-like features, and soft skin. You had liked her since you met her. But you never acted on it, afraid of the consequences that your parents would impose upon you if they figured out you were dating a woman.

"I don't want him," your voice trembles and tears start welling up in your eyes.

"That's okay too, there are plenty of other guys out there that I'm sure are good options-"

You cut her off by gently cupping her cheek and bringing her in for a kiss.

It felt so right, so comfortable.

When she finally breaks away from the kiss she searches your eyes for a reason as to why you kissed her, "-I wish you were a boy," you mumble through tears.

"Why?" she whispers.

"Because I could love you if you were a boy," you whisper back.

"You can love me the way I am," she says it like its a proposal.

"I can't, I can't because if I do then I'll have no family, I'll be cut off financially-," you explain before she cuts you off.

"We can have our own family," she runs a hand through your hair, "you can apply for a scholarship, and I'll even help you pay for college, we can be a family," she whispers.

"Lina," you mumble.

She hums as she wipes the tears from your face.

"I love you," you confess.

"I love you too," she smiles, "since I met you I've been pretty crazy for you."

"We can be a family," you say it like its a question.

"We can be a family," she affirms and pulls you in for another soft kiss.

You hadn't spoken to your parents in almost 3 months, and the past 3 months, you have been happier than you had your entire life.

"Jagi! I'm home!" your girlfriend calls as she opens the door.

"Hey Lina," you smile when you see her walk in.

"I was thinking that tonight I'd cook one of my mom's recipes," she says as she puts down all of the grocery bags on the kitchen island.

"That sounds so yummy," you comment as you get up from your place on the couch to help her put away groceries in the kitchen.

"You changed your hair!" Lina exclaims when she finally looks at you.

"Yeah," you grin, "I figured it was time for a change."

She walks to you and runs her fingers through your freshly cut hair, "it looks super cute," she grins and gives you a peck on the lips.

But you want more than just a peck, your hands hold her waist and you kiss her slowly and tenderly.

Her hands begin roaming over your waist and it sends tingles down your spine and you start getting goosebumps from her feather-light touches.

"My jagi, so fucking pretty," she hums against your lips.

You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks at her words, when you pull apart from the kiss she just looks at you, "what?" you ask with a giggle.

"Just taking you in," her eyes rake down your form.

You didn't leave your apartment that day wanting to adopt another cat let alone 3 kittens. But you passed by a brown cardboard box on the side of the road that 3 little kittens had been abandoned in and you just couldn't resist.

You carried the box home, and gently washed the dirt off the kittens in the sink, you dried them and cuddled with them on the couch while Lina's cats started to warm up to their presence.

"Jagi! I'm home," Lina calls as she walks in the door.

One of the kittens meowed softly which caught her attention, she looks over to the couch to see you cuddling with three black kittens while watching a movie.

"I know, I know, we already have 3 cats! But I saw them in a cardboard box on the side of the road and I couldn't help but take them back here! Felix said he'd adopt one! And I'm sure we could find the other two good homes!-" you were going to continue rambling but Lina cuts you off.

"Jagi, I'm not angry, maybe we could keep one? Would you like that?" she smiles and takes a seat next to you on the couch.

One of the kittens crawls over to her lap and she gently pets it. "That one's name is Raven! And this is Midnight! And this is Salem!" you point to each of the kittens.

Tears streamed down your face as you walked down the aisle at the courtyard venue, a small wedding ceremony with your closest friends.

You both said I do, and when you kissed her you had never felt better in your life.

"You got married?!" your father's voice booms over the speakers, "to a woman!?"

"Yeah, dad, I did," you confirm.

"And you didn't invite us? Y/N Y/L/N, we're your family? How dare you. Being gay is one thing, but getting married and not inviting us is totally different," he says harshly.

"It's actually Y/N Lee now, you weren't invited because you never accepted me. So why should I have to invite you to my wedding when you don't even accept the fact that I am gay?"

"This is a mistake Y/N, I hope you can grow up and see that some day," he sighs.

"This 'mistake' is my family. My real family. My wife is my family."

"Jagi! We're home!" Lina calls as she opens the door.

"Mama!" your son squeals and runs to give you a hug.

"Hey buddy! How was your day with grandma and grandpa?" you ask.

"It was really cool! We went to the park and they even let me get two scoops of ice cream!"

"Woah! Two scoops! That means you're becoming a big kid now!" you smile at your son.

"Yeah! And mommy and I went to the store! She said she would make spaghetti tonight!" your son exclaims.

"Yeah?" you look to your wife for confirmation.

"Yeah," she nods her head.

"I'm gonna go to my room and color!" your son announces before getting up off the couch and walking to his room and shutting the door.

You sit up and join Lina in the kitchen. You hug her from behind, your arms wrapping around her middle. "I swear your parents are trying to kill us," you giggle and kiss her neck, "two scoops of ice cream means endless energy, he probably won't get to sleep easily tonight," you sigh.

"Yeah," she giggles.

"I love you," you smile giddily.

"I love you more," she returns.

"I'm glad you're not a boy," you mumble.

"Where does this come from?" she chuckles lowly.

"Our first kiss, I said I wish you were a boy," you recall, "I'm glad you aren't."

"I dunno what to say to that," she replies, "but I know that I love you."

"I know, and I love you too Lina, I love you and our family so much," you hum.

[sapphictay]

i want to heal with you

and hear your sweet nothings in my ear.

to taste your sweetness on my tongue

like honey in my tea

i want you to hold me so delicately

like the porcelain cup you molded with hand

i want to be with you

until the very end.

[mugiwara-lucy]

Oh wow!

As a gay woman finding out EVERYTHING Joe Biden has done for Gay people REALLY warms my heart!

Here's a couple of snippets down below:

And that's not even ALL of it! Here's the FULL LIST DOWN BELOW!

Credit to @batboyblog so thanks!!

Now compare this to Trump who wants to do away with all of the progress the LGBTQXIA+ have gained in this country so if you need a reason to vote....it's to keep ALL of the protection the LGBTQXIA+community have gained so PLEASE VOTE BLUE THIS NOVEMBER!

Again I've stressed this and WILL CONTINUE TO STRESS THIS; NON VOTING AND THIRD PARTY VOTING ARE INDIRECT VOTES FOR TRUMP AND HIS CAMP SINCE THIS PAST WEEK HAS SHOWN THEY WILL VOTE FOR HIM NO MATTER WHAT!

Thank you.

[yannisdesk]

Any books were a girl/woman has to disguise herself (and live) as a boy/man for [insert reason here], a woman falls in love with her, they become betrothed, the other woman finds out, but instead of them breaking up or the disguised woman being outed out of anger, she grows to be fine with it and they decide to still get married and live as a couple in love?

[prettyniebla]

Let me wear a maid outfit with a top too tight that if I reach upwards it looks like it might pop and a skirt too short than if I move to fast or bend down slightly you can see my ass. I might even drop a pen or something and oh no my glasses fell as well so all I can do is crawl on my hands and knees desperately trying to find what I need, teasing you with the sight as really all I’m trying to do is clean.

I want your self restraint to break and for you to just start pounding into me telling me with every thrust to just stay there and take it since I was being such a brat. Keeping me in my place with your hands around my waist so that all I can do is moan and whine making me cum over and over again until you decide my punishment is enough.