#moving it off the chair and then placing it back. yeag.

[widowshill]

random rvb moments: 281.

[beepboopkek]

— Practice makes perfect (F!Reader)

Including: Dr.Ratio x AFAB!Reader amab version has been posted! cw: !! NSFW !!, afab!reader, established relationship, pwp but barely, you call him veritas, cl1t slapp1ng, 0rga$m d3n1al, c0ckwarm1ng, dr is kinda mean, light degradation , kind of left at a cliffhanger?? idk, a little short, reader is doing math w/c: 1.2k a/n: HELLO IM BACK WITH ANOTHER DRABBLE first time writing for someone other than Jing Yuan so sorry if its not that good ue ue ue im still learning </3 anywyas i somehow got to a 100 followers which is both exciting and concerning but yeag hope u guys like this :3 &lt;3 NSFW BELOW THE CUT

“This simply won't do.”

Your boyfriend huffed in annoyance as your shaking hands continued to—(or well, at least tried to)— do the calculations for the question that shined brightly on the tablet resting on the table.

You couldn't decide whether to be mad at him or yourself for the predicament you were in currently.

— Sat prettily on his lap, your feet barely touching the ground and his cock snugly kept to the hilt within the confines of your pussy.

You exhaled shakily, your body shuddering as his fingers that were previously stimulating your clit were now simply resting atop it.

“Another mistake. How disappointing, I excused the last one but, you really are testing my limits now.”

His head was over your shoulder as he tutted and eyed the screen, watching every move you made and deducing what was correct and what was not.

“Maybe, if you'd let me focus I could—” 

– and suddenly, he raised his hand and landed a quick slap right on your clit.

Your body jerked in response as your words got cut off with a gasp.

The doctor's hand came back to rest on your clit, tapping it gently to soothe the pain from the slap. His other hand that was wrapped around your waist gripped you tightly as he leaned forward, pushing his cock at a deeper angle.

“If I hear another one of your remarks, things won't end well for you. Now, focus.”

You exhaled loudly in frustration as you forced your attention back onto the question, lifting the pen and continuing your calculations.

The both of you had been together for several years now, graduating from The University of Veritas Prime together— Your intellect was almost on par with his.

However, what you were doing now, though, was quite… questionable.

See, unlike him, you preferred the simpler life of teaching at a university. Getting into a guild or something of that sort had never really interested you. But, your boyfriend being… Well, The Veritas Ratio— he had his ways of convincing you to at least work on your mathematical skills to improve further the chances of you getting invited to the Intelligentsia Guild from the IPC.

So, he offered a simple solution.

Tutoring. One-on-one, of course.

… Which snapped you back to the current situation- you were dripping onto the chair on which the two of you were seated. The hard planes of his torso snug against your back.

“Another mistake.” His voice was low in your ear and you could almost feel the annoyance dripping from those words alone.

Fuck. You hadn't even registered what you were writing, your brain growing increasingly fuzzy with the way his cock pressed into all your sensitive spots.

He placed another slap on your clit, your body jerking in response as your pussy clenched around his cock.

“Start counting, Let's see how long you can keep up, hm?” 

“V—Veritas, do I really have to do t—”

Your body jerked as he landed another slap to your already tender clit.

“Address me properly.”

“Fuck— I'm sorry–”

You swallowed down your complaints, knowing it would result in only more punishment if you continued.

“That— that was three.”

Veritas smiled against your shoulder before pressing your hips into his and moving you just a little bit… but nowhere near enough. He kissed the shell of your heated ear,

“That's my girl, I knew you could do it.”

You moaned lightly as he drew circles on your frayed clit before giving it a gentle pinch and then taking away the stimulation altogether— Your heated body simmering down into a somewhat uncomfortable yet pleasurable state.

“Come on now, let's continue. You still have the whole test left.” 

You nodded shakily as you lifted the long-forgotten pen and started writing on the tablet.

This was the fourteenth question, sixteen more to go.

You managed to distract yourself enough to finish the question, The only sounds in the room were the quick taps from your pen and the occasional embarrassingly loud squelching noise from you that came as a result of Veritas moving to get more comfortable. As you finished, you waited with bated breath in hopes that he would say something.

“Is it—is it correct?”

Your boyfriend smiled before uttering a yes and leaning his head forward to kiss your cheek gently.

“Not bad… five points. So, you can be good for me, hm?”

Before you could respond, he spoke up again, “Complete the fifteenth question correctly and I'll consider letting you have an orgasm. How does that sound?”

“Please—”

A small pinch to your clit.

“It was a rhetorical question. Continue.”

You nodded numbly as you willed every fiber in your brain to focus on the question. 

Just as you were about to finish the last bit of the question you felt your boyfriend slowly beginning to massage your clit again, his lips attaching to your shoulder and neck— biting, kissing and licking as he pleased.

“Veritas— Aeons– Let me finish this, please.”

You realised your mistake a second too late, though.

Another slap, accompanied by a loud gasp escaped your mouth as you dropped the pen onto the table, your feet flexing as you processed the sudden mix of sensations that went through you.

“Count.”

Yep, you've just about crossed his limit.

“Four.” 

You steadied your breathing again.

A few beats of silence pass by and you finally finish the fifteenth question. Your breathing picked up again as you awaited Veritas’ next move.

“Half an hour. That's how long you took to finish fifteen simple arithmetic questions.”

He did not sound happy.

Before you could defend yourself, He grabbed you by the waist and stood up, setting your upper body on the table as the digital tablet dissipated.

Your feet were off the ground at this angle, meaning that his strength was the only thing keeping you steady on the table.

Veritas pushed himself deeper inside you as you arched your back, draping his larger frame over yours as he leaned down to talk right next to your ear.

“What would people think, hm? An esteemed professor with seven doctoral degrees reduced to a slobbering mess because of me?”

You only whined in response, your brain had long turned into mush— unable to comprehend anything but him. 

Neither you nor Veritas knew how you held on that long.

“Please— Sir– I did what you asked me to do.”

“I asked you to do 30 questions within half an hour. You managed only half of that.”

His voice was neither stern nor soft— just somewhere in between that you could only describe as– Veritas.

“I suppose, though, I did promise you that I'd consider granting you relief.”

Your face lit up at the thought of finally, finally getting your orgasm— The one that you had been denied for the past thirty minutes.

“Oh, such an adorable expression,”

He gathered both your hands and pinned them on your lower back, gripping them with one of his own. Veritas drew his hips back and thrust back in, moving you and the table ahead.

You moaned at the burst of pleasure, finally— “Tell me the answer to number sixteen.” Shallow thrusts that were just shy of where you were most sensitive. Asshole.You took deep breaths. “I don’t— fuck- know the question—” The digital tablet reappeared in front of you, the question glaring back at you as you whined pathetically. You felt the hand on your hip moving down to squeeze the swell of your ass. It was a warning.

Veritas planted his free hand into your hair and tugs, pulling your head back in a firm grip. “Answer me.”… Maybe accepting his offer wasn’t a good idea.

[untaemedqueen]

Secret Journey > k.th

Secret Journey > k.th

Chapter 13.

Basically just a really cute filler chapter.

I stand at the edge of the bed. One hand resting on my hip as I bite an apple watching Yuna sleep. "Wah. How could such an angel be sleeping in my bed." I mutter shaking my black hair into my face. My eyes drift down to Yuna’s growing belly and I smirk. What a precious life I have. I look over at the clock before tilting my head. "Why am I up at 6:45?" We have been getting up early these days for our schedules but the reason in my heart was because of my appointment later. It will be my first tattoo. I was scared for the pain but so excited. So happy that my first tattoo would be for my family. Yuna stirs in her sleep and I sit on the bed, I rub her bare thigh soothingly as she tosses and turns. Yeontan rubs his body against my ankle and I make quiet kissing noises to him. He stretches up on my leg, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he makes a big yawn. Yuna sniffles before looking around the room. "Aish! You scared me!" She whines loudly, I begin to chuckle as I bite another piece off of my apple. She looks at the clock before looking back at me in the oncoming dawn light. "Why are you up? Come back to sleep." She pats the empty spot in bed next to her. "I can't sleep. I'm too excited about the tattoo appointment today." Yuna sits up with a giggle, "I wish I could get one too. It'll be fun to watch you guys go through the pain." I snort before picking up Yeontan and placing him on the bed. His furry body wobbling over to Yuna, she kisses the top of his head as he lays down. His head on her thigh. I place the apple in the garbage next to the bed before laying down next to my wife. Yuna lays back, Yeontan in between us as we stare at each other. "When it comes time to pick a place for Bon Voyage, I'm going to choose Turks and Caicos." I tell her, she smirks in my directiom before light begins to radiate through the open wall unit. Someone was in the baby room. "Who's in there?" I call out before hearing little chuckles. I stand up and tilt my head before peeking down into the staircase. The shadow of a body scampering around the room. I look over at Yuna and wink before walking down the steps.

I step into the room as Hoseok and Jimin look up at me with stuffed animals in their arms. "What are you guys doing?" I ask with a laugh. "We got the stuffed animals in New York for Taekwon so we were putting them in his room." Jimin murmurs sheepishly. "Its 7 o'clock in the morning. You guys don't have to do it now." I smile at my brothers, "We thought you would be resting so we could surprise you later." The sound of small padding feet come from the steps and Yuna emerges with her hand on her belly in her black nightgown. "They're so cute!" She cheers opening her arms for hugs. Hoseok smiles widely and places the stuffed animals on the changing table before hugging her. She giggles as he hugs her tightly. "These are so thoughtful! Thank you for already taking good care of him." Jimin hugs Yuna and I jump into the fray. "Our nephew is the best!" Hoseok cheers making Yuna giggle. "Love you guys." Yuna says in the middle of the hug fest. "Love you too." Jimin whispers closing his eyes with a smile. We have the best family the world could give us.

I sit in the van clutching Jungkook as Yuna drives us to the tattoo shop. "Yuna the light is turning red... Yuna.... YUNA!" Jungkook yells, Yuna stops the car before rolling her eyes in the mirror. "I can see y'know. I'm not blind. I'm a good driver." Jungkook scoffs and clutches at my pea coat. I sit in silence, driving with Yuna is always scary but thinking of the pain from the tattoo is scaring me into silence. "You're pregnant! Have some consideration for Taekwon! Taehyung hyung say something!" I between Jungkook and Yuna as the car peels off at a quick speed. "I do care for Taekwon! He's perfectly safe as well as the two of you." Jungkook whines loudly before mumbling to himself about how he's too young to die. I bite my lip as Yuna continues to drive. Who knows, maybe the pain won't be terrible and it'll become a hobby I enjoy. Then, I could get some artsy tattoos. I look down at Jungkook's hand as it clutches to the front of my coat. His tattoos were small on his hand but they held a lot of meaning. "Does it hurt?" I ask quietly, my voice sounding smaller than I would like. Jungkook looks up at me and his eyes soften. "You get used to it. It's a good pain. If that makes any sense, no need to be scared hyung. Think back to when we were in New Zealand. You were terrified to ride with Namjoon hyung but once you knew that you would regret it if you didn't do the ride then you got excited. It's kind of the same concept. And you get forever art out of it." Jungkook explains pulling the right sleeve of his coat up. Yuna smiles through the mirror at us as she slows down the car. "There's nothing to worry about, Tae." She turns her head and winks at me before Jungkook whines again. "Eyes on the road, noona! I'm driving on the way home." Yuna rolls her eyes before turning her head and continuing the drive.

We step inside the tattoo shop and Jungkook high fives the tattoo artist. “Well, well! I heard V would never get a tattoo and here he is.” I bow to the artist before standing awkwardly my hands clasped together. “Come in, sit down.” He says with a laugh as Yuna strides over comfortably. She seems at peace in the atmosphere, her arm slinks over the chair beside her as she rests her hand on her growing belly. “I’m Gunmin.” The tattoo artist explains, Jungkook hops into the tattoo chair without a second glance to us. “I’m just going to close the shop really quickly.” Gunmin explains before shutting off the Open sign out front and drawing two black curtains. “Nice ink, you have there.” Gunmin says to Yuna, she bows her head before giving him a lazy smile. “Thank you, you too.” He smiles at her before looking over at me. “First tattoo ever, huh? You nervous?” I clear my throat before sitting down next to Yuna. “A-A little bit.” I admit, Yuna rubs my arm comfortingly as Gunmin sits down next to Jungkook. “It’s cool, maybe you’ll really enjoy it! It doesn’t hurt too much. Don’t worry.” Yuna looks over at me before kissing my cheek. I pull the tattoo idea from my bag before staring at it. "Do you think it will look nice?" I ask her as she leans against me. "It'll look great! Don't worry, you'll love it I'm sure." "So you're their manager?" Gunmin asks as he sets up his station. "Yeag and Taehyung's wife." Yuna points to me and I smile to myself. I could never get tired of hearing that. "That's awesome. Congratulations!" Jungkook looks up from his phone and gives Yuna a smile before looking back down. "What're you getting today, Kook?" "A T on the side of my hand with a small rattle underneath." Jungkook explains and Yuna looks up with a wide smile. "You don't have too! That's so sweet Kookie!" He looks at her belly before giving a bunny smile. "My first nephew, it's important!" Yuna giggles before leaning her head back on the gray wall. "And you, V?" I hold up the sketch and shrug. "I made a sketch." Gunmin holds out his hand before grabbing the paper. "Cool! Looks great! You're an artist, huh?" "I like to make art I don't know if artist is the term I'd use though." I give an embarrassed chuckle, "He's a great artist!" Yuna fawns about me happily. She rubs the top of my hand before looking at Jungkook as he raises his hand. She always has such great things to say about me. My heart is so full of love for this woman. Gunmin puts on his black gloves, the snapping noise resounding throughout the now quiet room before the tattoo gun goes on, the sound of it shrieking and consistent. Jungkook gives me a thumbs up before relaxing in the chair. Gunmin draws the T and the rattle before showing it to Jungkook. Jungkook gives a nod of consent before closing his eyes. He flinches as the tattoo gun licks at his skin. I swallow and look over at Yuna before giving me a reassuring smile. "You don't have to get anything if you don't want to." I shake my head before shaking a fist. "Taehyung, hwaiting." I mutter before looking at the drawing on the table.

I sit down in the chair as Jungkook pats his now covered tattoo on his hand. Yuna pats his shoulder before looking at me. "Do you want to hold my hand?" She asks with a giggle. I clear my throat before scoffing. "I'm a man, Yuna." She opens her mouth and nods before laughing. "Where are we putting this?" Gunmin asks as he draws out the tattoo with a purple marker. "Under my armpit." Yuna bites her lip, "The ribs are painful. Just to let you know." Gunmin says eyeing me wearily, I look down at my hands as they are clasped together tightly. The pain will be short but the artwork for my family will last forever. “I understand.” I say before taking off my shirt. I lift up my arm as Gunmin picks up the stencil paper and placing it on my body. The feeling is so strange having this thin piece of paper on my body. Gunmin peels the paper off before holding up a mirror. I look down at the tattoo and tilt my head. It was so weird to see the marker on my body it’s pretty exciting. I nod my head before smiling widely. “Looks good, hyung.” Jungkook says before folding his arms. Yuna puts her hands over her mouth as she smiles. “I never thought Kim Taehyung would ever get a tattoo.” Yuna laughs before crossing her legs. I look over at her and give her a wink. “I think some color would be nice, if you want, black and grey would also be cool but turning into a cherry blossom tree would be sick.” Gunmin says leaning back in his chair. Yuna holds out her arms showing her colorful tattoos. “Whatever you like baby.” She says before rubbing her stomach. “My God, Taekwon will not stop moving.” Jungkook laughs putting his phone away. “He is probably excited to know his dad is going to be writhing in pain in five minutes.” I roll my eyes before looking at Gunmin. “That sounds like a good idea.” He gives me a smirk and a thumbs up before turning on the tattoo gun. I raise my arm once more as my hands start to sweat. I guess I am a little nervous. The sound radiates through my body. “Ready?” Gunmin asks before putting on a small smirk. I nod before clutching my fists and closing my eyes. The sound comes closer and closer before my body shudders in pain, the tattoo gun dragging through my skin as the tattoo gun gives hot licks at my skin. I open my eyes before biting my bottom lip. Yuna looks over at me as I whine. “Hold on, hold on!” I whine before pouting and holding out my hand. Yuna laughs loudly throwing her head back before standing up. She shuffles over to me before grabbing a rolling chair behind her. She sits down before grabbing my hand. “Oh fuck, your hand is so sweaty!” She laughs putting her head back and pulling her hand away from me and wiping her hand on my pants. I snort before wiping my hand as well. Gunmin snorts before fixing his gloves. “Okay, let’s go.” She says grabbing my hand again. Gunmin looks at me and I give a nod. Here goes nothing.

I stare in the mirror with my shirt off, my arm lifted above my head with a small smile on my face. The clear cellophane over my new tattoo reflecting in the bedroom lighting. The tattoo admittedly did hurt but it was so worth it, it looks so great! And, I’ll get to have it forever which is the best. Yuna peaks into the bedroom before giggling. “Are you that happy with it?” She asks before leaning against the door post. “I can see why you got so many, it’s amazing.” I put down my arm and Yuna smirks. “The Wooga squad will be here in thirty minutes, Seo Joon called and said.” I nod before grabbing my shirt, “Ah, should I not put on a shirt now that I’m cool?” I ask my wife, she snorts before picking up Mochi at her feet. “You’ve always been cool.” Yuna blows me a kiss before walking out. “Where are you going?” I ask loudly. “I’m making food for your friends!” Yuna calls back with a laugh. “Come look at my tattoo some more!” I shuffle out into the hallway and stare at my wife in our open kitchen. “I’m going to see it for the rest of my life.” She looks up at me as she ties her hair in a ponytail. Just the thought makes me smile widely. “Shall I help you cook?” I ask walking out into the living room. “Just relax, I’m okay. Watch some t.v. or something.” I walk over and sit on the bar stool, my hand placed underneath my chin as she begins to cook. “Wah, you’re so cool when you cook, baby.” She looks up and smirks before grabbing a knife. She sticks her tongue out before placing her ingredients on the cutting board. She starts cutting and it’s as if her entire personality has changed. Everything about the way she carries herself is so different and it’s amazing to see. “Tomorrow we’re going to go over the Bon Voyage meeting and start getting that together.” I nod giving a hum. “I can’t wait! We’re going to have so much fun together with Taekwon as well.” She smiles before looking back down. Life was really coming together, it’s so perfect it seems like a dream.

[tortoisesshells]

#anyway. thinking again about lou's hand acting.#moving it off the chair and then placing it back. yeag.#overstepping burke's place which is Designated Vicki Protector and then reconsidering? waiting for burke to allow it? or that concern#for vicki overrules their little... whatever it is. rivalry? bad breakup? yes.#They Care Her. (tags via @widowshill)

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