#fuck you SM staff

[casablancarossa]

I HAVE THOUGHTS AAND FEELINGS THAT I NEED TO SAY BEFORE I END UP IN SHAWOL HEAVEN.

The Serious Portion.

I am so happy to see our leader, healthy and thriving. He looks so much more healthier than the last time we saw him.

So, I hope that Lee Jinki is also at a more happier and healthier mental and physical health space right now.

That being said, we also got news that he has signed on Griffin Entertainment. And lemme tell you, I went down an adhd fueled rabbit hole to find out more about the company and the ceo based on the little information we have.

Unlike BPM, Griffin is new. Like last month new and we are naturally worried. There are many more risks involved especially as the first signed artist.

In the same energy, I would like us shawols to be diligent in asking Onew's new company to please take care of our leader and that Onew will bring them much fortune and prosperity down the line.

As per their company statement, I can only hope Onew thrives to make the content that he wants and have his talents nurtured instead of being gatekeeped.

Lee Jinki Fighting!!! Shawols will always be here.

The Crazy Fangirl Portion

I know! We know. We all knew Onew was a good looking guy. He had this charm? The uhm appeal?

What I am trying to say is that the man (under SM) looked like an angel and marketed him as this goofy sweetheart and we ate it all up. but he would probably devour your soul in bed.

These new company profile photos kind of uhm... (SIR IT WAS 2AM WHEN I SAW THESE PHOTOS! DO NOT GIVE ME BEDROOM EYES LIKE THAT OUT OF NOWHERE)

Makes me wanna cry. LIKE I thought I knew what Onew looked like then suddenly I feel like SM slept on how good looking he is.

MAYBE because it has been almost a fricking year since we last saw him and he looks so healthy.

HE IS PRACTICALLY GLOWING.

idk where I saw it but someone said these photos looks like Onew is in his revenge era and i cannot 😭😭

#i havent slept #i think im in love #lee jinki #onew #shinee onew #shinee #someone help #fuck you sm staff

[blluespirit]

one very potent zuko misconception i see in fic all the time is that zuko is very… conspicuous and also is totally oblivious to it. but that’s canonically not true at all. when he wants to be hidden, that’s exactly what he’ll do.

i am using this opportunity to remind you all that zuko:

broke into the pohai stronghold (twice) and stayed hidden until either a) he confronted someone or b) his and aang’s escape attempt which forced them to be in a vulnerable position

broke into the northern water tribe and remained unseen until he confronted katara in the oasis

before he broke into the north pole he stayed hidden on one of the fire nation ships until he could escape. yes, iroh was there, but to maintain his cover, zuko would have largely had to fend for himself

post-crossroads of destiny, he sneaks around the palace, into the dragon catacombs and to the prison without anyone he doesn’t purposely confront knowing

during the eclipse - he snuck away from the capital and out of the country on an air balloon (a highly suspicious act that he would have most definitely had to be discrete about - you know, since he was literally committing treason)

when directly confronted, he’s not the type to be able to just lie their way out (like when azula tricks him into telling him he visited iroh) but chances are he’s not going to let it get to that.

you’ll never know he was there in the first place

#also you better believe zuko post canon uses this skill consistently #zuko’s staff every 7 seconds: where the FUCK is he #he’s 10000% the type that has quiet as hell footsteps he just ✨appears✨ behind politicians he doesn’t like to scare the crap out of them #zuko #avatar the last airbender #jack talks #listen i love him sm

[altruistic-meme]

I love your defense of Kristina! Like one thing that drives me crazy is how people frame that fact that she’s dismissive of willie and Simon’s relationship in season 1 but i don’t think it’s that unreasonable! Like idk as someone in their mid twenties when I think of teenagers in relationships I doubt most will be together forever. I think it’s reasonable for kristina to question if her sons relationship of a few weeks is worth outing himself when he might regret it later. As the audience we’re obviously rooting for willie and Simon but her advise of denying his involvement in the video in season 1 is to protect her son while he’s already gone through so much. Could she be more understanding? Yes, but she isn’t abusive like a lot of fics make her out to be. Like she’s a realistic mother. She loves her son but doesn’t understand what’s going on in his life completely.

thank you <3 and also YES! THIS!!!

like. it is reasonable to me that she would do whatever she could to cover it up because yes it's traumatic that it happened and covering it up won't get rid of that trauma at all, which im sure she knows, but it will help shield her son from more harm and trauma around it. and no, she wasn't really thinking about Simon or how he couldn't get out of it, but she doesn't know Simon, and Simon isn't her son. her top priority in this is protecting her kid.

and i love your point so much about her doubt in their relationship. we have to keep in mind that while we see Simon and Wilhelm falling in love and we see how much they care about each other, Kristina doesn't. for her, this is completely out of left field!! she didn't know about Simon at all before this!! she knows nothing other than what we can assume that the royal court found out for her, and we can assume that Wilhelm probably didn't tell her much more. i'm only 20, so i am barely not a teen myself, but i know that a lot of teen relationships don't last.

it's not unreasonable for her to have her doubts, and as bad as it sounds, her doubts about Simon specifically bc of his upbringing and her doubts in Wilhelm's ability to realize the possibilities that Simon is only with him for status aren't crazy. they would be a natural conclusion considering she doesn't know Simon. she has no reason to believe that it's anything other than simple infatuation or worst-case gold-digging.

she definitely could have been more understanding. for sure. she could have listened to Wilhelm, put more trust in his words when he told her he wanted to be with Simon. but it's not strange or crazy or evil of her to have not. we praise the show for how they portray teenagers!! let's not start to shit on it for portraying how adults react to teenagers too.

#skhfksdfhsdkgfsg I TOLD YOU I HAVE FEELINGS ON THIS IM SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG #i didn't even get to the point of them only having a relationship for a few weeks #like thats INSANE and you are so right about her not wanting him to be outed over it #again while WE know how they feel we are an outside audience and not part of the story #we get to see ALL sides and kristina /doesn't even see wilhelms/. she only sees her own bc she is one person who is IN THE STORY #shes not fucking all knowing #she has an EXTREMELY limited persepctive ESPECIALLY because she isn't at hillerska. she doesn't even see the casualness between them #the way that say anette and the other staff do #the liklihood she had ever heard of simon prior to the sextape is slim to none #anyway ill shut up now before the tags become as long as the post skdfksdhfhksf #thank you for this sm though <3 #young royals #queen kristina #prince wilhelm #askers #anon #shh ac

[mayoiayasep]

k so the current state of my blog is that 1. i can’t open my main acc inbox anymore. 2. i can't access my messages from my main. 3. none of my reblogs or comments show up on posts

#i’ve gone to staff about the inbox and dms but i just noticed the comments one now #god this is so fucking annoying staff can you do sm th n please #nyx yells

[theworld-accordingtocasey]

Woke up to find quite an assload (standard use of measure) of text messages from Taeyong

#and you know what #fuck sm #he MAD #he’s been saying it gently for several years & it seems like he is rly rly rly over Shitty Management’s lack of effort toward 127 & is like #fuck it #also to see Doie say “circumstances” & see the head nods around him…idk bout HIM but #I do very strongly think Ty is outta that mf the instant the clock strokes midnight lol #probably have alr said his parting words to the staffs and everyone & not even waiting til daylight #but that’s just me

[sunwoniie]

NEEDY PART 1

Pairing: idol!virgin!jungwon x idol!virgin!fem reader

Synopsis: your group notice that you were acting weirdly lately, and you're quickly irritated, you constantly making mistake in the choreography your going to perform at your concert in a few days. You are distracted by something and as one of the leaders, jungwon, helps you out...

Warnings: enhypen is a 14 members group, mention of masturbation (I think that's it).

English is not my first language

Read part 2 here

You’re having a meeting with all your members, your manager and some staff members to talk about some last-minute changes before your concert in 2 days. You are really tired, you barely slept last night, and you woke up late cause you forgot to set up an alarm. Thanks to Jiwoo, one of your members, who woke you up.  

You aren’t really listening to what your manager is saying, only responding with head nods. Your sight falls on jake’s hands who is sitting next to you, he is playing with his pen. Normal thing, right? Fans always says that his hands are attractive and sexy, you never understood why they were saying that until now. His hands are thick and veiny, very manly. Seeing him playing with that pen makes you wonder what else he could do with them… 

You start to have dirty images of him that you never had before. Imagining him fingering you with one of his hands while choking you with the other.   

You’ve guessed it, you’re at that time of the month where you get kind of— really needy…  

✨Ovulation ✨ 

You’ve never felt your ovulating period pass before because it wasn’t that intense, but it feels like the more you grow up the more it’s hard to go through that period without doing anything. You started masturbating at the age of 15 because this was the only thing that that made you feel good and a good stress reliever as well; you debuted very young, like ni-ki, and lots of pressure and stress starts to fall upon you. So, masturbating helps you get through it.  

However, now you feel immunized against it. Masturbation doesn’t work on you anymore, maybe on the stress reliever part but not the ovulation part.  

You tried to masturbate last night, you thought it worked turns out it didn’t, so you masturbate more and more until it was past 3AM. At the end, you’re still not satisfied so you gave up and tried to sleep but image of getting fuck deeply by some of your members but mostly your closest friend for a long time, Jungwon.   

You’ve known each other from the time when you were both trainees at SM. You had your best laughs with him, it was good to have someone like him during your training period, which was the hardest period of your life. You were so happy to see him in I-land, but you were happier to get to debut with him.  

He’s your friend, your dearest friend. You feel ashamed masturbating over him, but you couldn’t help… 

You’re suddenly pulled up from your fantasy world by one of your members, “uh, what?” You look around while putting your hair behind your ear, everyone’s eyes were on you, worried expressions. Your members noticed your weird act lately. You have been asked so many times if you were doing okay, all you answered is ‘I’m fine, just tired’ with a smile on your face to make them believe that everything is fine.  

“Have you heard what I’ve asked you?” you manager asked with a slight irritated expression, “uh, no, i-i didn’t hear it, sorry” you smile awkwardly, your manager sighs “are you sick?” she asked concerned, “what? No, I-I’m fine” “your members said that you’ve been acting weird lately” you look around the table, looking at your members and looks back at your manager “no, I’m fine…just been distracted” you said as you scratch your hair. “By what?” Your face dropped as your eyes went wider, you started panicking. You can’t say that you’re ovulating and everything your members do gets you turned on.  

“that’s not important,” you said trying to get you out of this situation, “what were you saying?” You are thankful that your manager didn’t push on the questions more. She repeats what she said before and you answer her, she seems fine with the answer, so she passed to another subject.  

You get comfortable on your chair before you notice Jungwon’s eyes are on you, but he isn’t looking at your face, he’s eyeing a little bit down your body. You look down at where he was looking; your nipples are hard and picking through your white t-shirt. This made you realize that you forgot to put a bra on this morning because of all the rush. Your eyes widen as you quickly grab the two sides of your opened jacket and cover your chest. You cross your arms over your chest before lifting your eyes to Jungwon. His cheeks are red and so are yours, he quickly looks away and you follow his action while putting a leg on top of the other.  

Your eyes go wide when you feel your panties being really soaked. Damn, your daydreaming session over Jake’s hands really turned you on, and you can’t even do something about it. You’re trapped… 

Fast forward to the evening, your needs didn’t calm down at all without mentioning that you’ve been irritated. You’ve kept messing up the dance intro of “bite me”, it’s stressing you out and makes you frustrated cause the concert is in one day and it’ll may be a disaster because of you.  

You’ve been assigned to do a duo a dance with Jungwon, with all skin ship, you couldn’t focus right. Your choreographer was desperate, and your members were worried about your state. You are one of the best dancers in the group, it’s unusual for them to see you kept messing up the choreography. 

You are on your desk, studying because yes idols can go to college too. Most of them do and you really want to have a plan B if something goes wrong. However, idols get special treatment because of busy schedules; for example, idols get to return assignments a little later than the normal students or having more time to study finals.  

You sigh out of anger because of the noise that your members make outside your room. The boys are here. The boys and girls have separate dorms, but you still live in the same building. Y'all made a deal that each week one dorm gets to cook for the whole group and that week is your turn. Usually you help the girls too, but you weren’t in the mood to cook, and the girls were fine with it, maybe it’s because you’ve been acting weirdly so they let it pass. 

You couldn’t concentrate because of the noise, so you get up from your desk and open the door before yelling, “CAN YOU LOWER VOICE! I’M TRYING TO CONCENTRATE!” the dorm went silent before you hear, “sorry unnie/y/niie” you closed the door and on your way to your desk, you hear haera, your roommate who’s 3 years older than you, say “damn” she comments while still tapping on her phone. Haera was also supposed to cook but she made up an excuse that she was sick. She is just too lazy to cook. 

You ignore her comments and sit down on your chair and continue studying but of course you can silence that many people. So, your second option is music. You take your earphones out of your bag and put some music on. Chase Atlantic’s music to be more precise but you quickly start to regret your choice of music. 

You clicked on ‘slow down’ before taking your pen back into your hand. 

‘You’re buried in the pillow, yeah, you’re so loud’                                                                       ‘Push a little further on the edge  Crawl a little further on the bed, babe  I’m burning up, yeah, all I see is red, ah  She said, « Fuck me like I’m famous »  I said, « Okay » ‘ 

You tilt your head, getting uncomfortable because of the lyrics. You switch to another song, “OH! MAMI” 

“Then she bent it for me sideways, ah  I might have to fuck her on the highway” “She wanna fuck me, okay  She wanna know how it tastes” 

You unconsciously rubbing your thighs against each other, as you’re writing something on your paper trying as hard as you can to concentrate on your assignment. You switch songs again— “into it”. 

“Said she wanna fuck me later  Girl, I’m into it (Woo), I’m into it, I’m into it (Woo)” 

‘Okay I give up” you say to yourself before taking your earphone off and stopping the music from playing. You cross your arms on the table as you let your head fall upon them while letting out desperate groan. 

You hear the bed behind you crack followed by slow footsteps. You feel a hand on your shoulder as your hear the chair next to you being sit on. “what’s going on, jagi ?” haera asks rubbing you shoulder. You shift you head position to the side so you can look at her. “you’ve been acting weird lately and when we ask you ‘what’s the problem’ you just brush it off. Did something bad happen ?” you close your eyes while sighing before reopening them, “nothing bad happened, I’m just frustrated…” “do you have your period ?” she asks but before you could respond she interrupts you, “no it can be that, you got them 2 weeks ago,” she lifts her eyes up with her eyebrows arched, thinking of what could bother you.  

Then it hit her, “I know!” she exclaims as she lifts her index up, “you’re ovulating!”. As soon as she says it, you sigh heavily with your eyes shut, “so I’m right!”, you nod your head. “Damn, this month’s ovulating must be hard for you to act like this” she states with amusement and pity in her tone.  

“It is!” you whine as you lift you head from your arms while pouting, “masturbating doesn’t help with anything and I get turned on so easily” “aw, my baby sister is growing so fast,” she cups your face as she mirrors your expression. “It’s only the beginning, things are going to be harder in the future” you put some hair, that falls from your messy bun, behind your ear looking straight at your eldest with interested eyes, “it also happens to you?” “yep” she responds with that ‘I’m older so I’m more experience that you' expression. “How do you dealt with it?” she hesitates for some minute before displaying a smirk, “someone helps me”, your eyes widen, “what?! Who? Are they in group?” haera just chuckles. 

“He is” she declares, “who?” you insist, “jay” you gasp at the name. “No way…” you say as you put your hand over your mouth. She nods with her eyes closed and her eyebrows lifted, “yes way”. 

“But what if the managers learn it?” you asked concerned about their —kind of — relationship. “He always books a hotel room, or we do it in his studio, so we won’t get caught”  

“I’m jealous” you whine, “maybe you ask one of the boys —or girls— to help you,” she proposes with a smug face, “maybe ask Jungwon” she says as she comes closer to you. Haera knows your relationship with Jungwon, that you are basically best-friends, but she also notices how you relationships shifted and not in the friendly way. 

“Now, I couldn’t ask him that. I’m still a virgin, he must be—” “he also a virgin” haera says as she checks her nails. “How do you know that?” “From jay, we do not only fuck, you know” 

“So, take your chance! Discover the amazing world of sex together” you chuckle at her funny sentence, “I don’t know about—”  

You discussion is being cut by ni-ki opening the door —without knocking—before he says, “dinner’s ready, come eat” “Yah ni-ki, what didn’t you knock? What if one of us was naked? This is not how I raised y—” “what’s with all that yell? Haera, are you the one who’s yelling?” Jiwoo, the eldest girl, asks, “aren’t you supposed to be sick?” Jiwoo asks with a hand on her hip. 

Haera suddenly holds her head, “yeah my head hurt but I’m bit better now” haera say, obviously faking. Jiwoo rolled her eyes at her horrible acting before her eyes lands on you, “are you okay, y/n?” you nod, “okay perfect, come eat with us!” “Yes, I’m coming”. 

You follow them to the living room where the rest of the group is sitting. They had assemble the little table together so we could all eat together. The tables are laid with food—main dishes and side dishes. You sit down on the floor, next to haera and ni-ki before you take a set of chopsticks. 

“Thank you for the meal” everyone says before the eldest starts to dig in. The room is filled with chatters and laughter as everyone is continuing their previous conversation. You're not really paying attention to the discussion and your mind starts to wander around.   

Your eyes felt on Heeseung who was discussing with Jiwoo and jay, he grabs his cup to drink, and you notice his Adam's apple moving. You don’t know why but you somehow find it attractive. You realize what you are doing, you can fantasize about someone that you consider to be your big brother. You shake your head slightly and focus back to the food. 

As you’re chewing on my food, your eyes start to unconsciously wandering around, again. They landed on Jungwon, who is sitting on the couch, manspreading. Your eyes blocked on his thingy; you begin to wonder what sex will be him. 

“y/n” 

Imagine his dick inside of you, 

“y/n” 

while you clench around him. 

“y/n!” 

You are finally pulled out from your daydreaming state, “mmh?” you let out in a questioning tone. Jiwoo chuckles before she repeats her previous question, “do you want more meat?” “no, thanks.” you respond as you lower your face to your food. 

“you’re still daydreaming,” Jiwoo chuckles, “something keeps you from focusing on this reality?” Jiwoo continues with her head tilted to the side and displays a questioning expression. “Or someone...” haera says under her breath but most of the members heard it. You slightly slap her thigh before you give her glare.  

“Uhm, no nothing bother me,” you display a big smile, “maybe it’s just stress or —” “frustration” haera interrupts me as she keeps eating like nothing happened, “frustration?” Heeseung questions. You glare at haera again before you take a breath to respond but again haera talks before you, “sexu—” “study frustration” you interrupt her before she could say something that would embarrass you. “Study frustration” you repeat with an awkward smile on your face.  

You should’ve known better than to let haera know that you’re ovulating, that girl is such a tease. 

“don’t worry y/n, you’re smart! I know you're going to pass your semester” jake says try to cheer you up, you flash a smile at him. “don’t be hard on yourself” Jungwon join the cheering, you smile shyly. “Oh, you wish he could be hard on you” haera whispers in your ear which make choke on your food. 

“Oh my, eat slowly! Ni-ki give her some water” Jiwoo exclaims as ni-ki rushes to pour you some water and hands you the cup, “t-thank you” you hardly say throughout your coughs. You drink your water, and the food went down your throat. You come back to your senses as you look around, “sorry for that” you chuckle awkwardly. 

“it’s okay but eat slower next time” you nod before looking down your plate. “Hey y/n,” haera calls out for you, you look at her as she holding a piece of steak with her chopsticks, “do you want some sex— I mean some steak?” she asks with a smirk on her face. 

If eyes could kill, she would be dead, “no. thank.” you respond harshly. She lifts her shoulders innocently before she goes back to eat.  

Part 2

Sorry the lyrics of CA are not written the way I posted them 😭

N/A: it's been so long haven't posted, honestly I missed it but I don't really have time because of my exams! I'll post the second part as soon as I can and then after that I won't be posting until the summer holidays which means July!

Anyway take care mes bébés !

#enhypen #yang jungwon #jake enhypen #enhypen jake #enhypen jungwon #jungwon x reader #jungwon smut #i'm ovulating #enhypen heeseung

[flowershines]

Hellooooo, Can i request en- x idol!reader when he gets needy backstage on awards or sum? Just if u want ofc 💞

yesss ofc, thank you sm for requesting something!! 🫶

Warnings: Smut, hickeys, dirty talk, blowjob, no actual real sex, handjob, mentions of cumming in pants (if want part 2 lmk, i can add on into sex too)

Not proof read

Heeseung:

Walking off the stage from performing your most recent album for the idols who sat in front of you and your members, the crowd around you clapped while you all walked backstage. You walked into your dressing room and was met by multiple staff members who were going to be helping you get unready, a knock was heard from the door of your dressing room the staff that waited by the door looked at you as you nodded allowing whoever was at the door to come in. Opening the door the staff moved to the side as a member from another group and secretly your boyfriend, you ushered the staff into another one of your members rooms telling them that ‘i’m okay i can finish getting unready myself, why don’t you guys go help the other members?’ they all accepted your request and headed out of the room leaving Heeseung waiting by the door. He shut the door behind him “You looked so gorgeous on that stage, i couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” he said as he walked over to you and started kissing down your neck “Looked so fucking sexy.” his words kept muffling “I could not take my eyes off of the way your hips moved.” pressing up against you, you tumbled back he pushed you against an open wall giving him a better canvas to work on. The kisses on your neck was long and he spent a lot of time on them, it scared you because you didn’t want to walk out of the room with a trail of hickeys trailing down your throat. “Hee, please not here.” Your worded were ignored by him “Need you so bad, it hurts.” you pushed him off of your body and switched spots with him so you pushed him up against the wall, “Let me help you.” you started to untuck his shirt from his pants. Your fingers worked their way to his belt while you kissed down his body even over his clothes, his hands made their way to your head as they played with hair swirling at the ends of the strands. Working your way down to your knees you pulled down the zipper that was just inches away from the thing you craved the most, his breathing started to get heavier and heavier the more you avoided his cock. “Doing so good for me, fuck i’m so glad that your my girl.”

Jay:

Sitting in your seat you feel a kick on your leg only to turn around and face your boyfriend as he was giving you a smirk, he placed a note in your stockings then leaned back. The chairs were close to one another so neither of you had to worry about things seeming suspicious, it would just looked like he dropped something then picked it back up. Putting your leg with the note over your other leg you pulled out the note and hid it under your dress as you hiked up your dress a bit to see what the note wrote, ‘meet me in the bathrooms in 10’ looking over your shoulder once more his figure was long gone. Checking your watch constantly these minutes could not take any longer to pass you felt like you were sitting there for years, feeling too ambitious the clock read how there was 4 more minutes till it had been 10 minutes but you figured it wouldn’t matter and you just wanted to see him so bad. As you walked to the bathrooms speed walking was the only option because walking to slow would only torture you and running would for sure cause someone to realize stuff, reaching the bathroom you knocked on the door as you looked around for anyone in site but as you looked around your arm was being pulled into the bathroom right in front of the man as he turned around and shut the door behind you. “Your dress is driving me insane the way it doesn’t try to hide your figure.” He placed his lips on yours as he mumbled against your lips “Did you pick out the dress or the stylist, because whoever did i apologize for what is going to happen to the dress.” you looked at his with pleading eyes “But i like this dress, don’t you?” he nodded “That’s the bad thing I just wanna rip it off your body.” you brung your hands to the collar of his neck as your fingers played with the lacing of the tie he wore, “Won’t your members wonder why you have been gone for so long?” you asked him as you realize he has been gone for a good 15 minutes. “You act like they don’t hear you screaming my name every night, i hate to break it to you but I think they know.” He stated all sarcastically, you brought your hands to his buckle sinking down to your knees you continued your actions “Princess.. keep looking at me.” he brought his fingers to your chin forcing you to look up at him as you unzipped his pants bringing them just a bit above his knees, you rubbed his clothes cock over the fabric causing him to grunt from the sudden contact. “That’s my girl, move your hand.” His head was thrown back while some of his hair started to stick to his forehead, “Such a pretty girl.” he said finally looking back at your figure as his finger ran over your lips. “Can I?” Putting your fingers on the waistband of his boxers after a second you added on to your comment “Please?” his thumb ran alone the sides of your cheek “You look so gorgeous when you beg.”

Jake:

Jake was always a horny menace, even after he just performed for a crowd of people. The producers had you all sit and wait till every last group was in the crowd making it easier to just call their group name up, after a while of watching and clapping getting annoying ‘most interactive idol’ the second left like minutes. You just wanted to be laying in bed with your boyfriend but after this you can sleep so that was a plus and honestly it was the thing you were looking forward to the most- your train of thought was cut off by your name being called ‘Y/n’ clapping was heard from around you while turning your head to your boyfriend he was clapping so hard his hands could’ve fallen off. Walking up to the stage you shook hands with the person who read the card for the award but out of respect you quickly said a few words knowing your fans were watching at home then walked back to your previous seat, turning your head towards your man he was giving you two thumbs up not long after his group went up for the award of ‘future of k-pop’ you gave him the same energy he gave you as you cheered for him being the loudest person in the whole crowd. As they walked back stage your eyes followed him as he ushered you looking into your eyes then moving his index finger in a ‘come here’ motion while he walked shins the curtains, getting up from your seat you walked over to the doors which lead backstage. Walking in you see one of Jake’s members as he noticed your presence he pointed to one of the dressing rooms, you nodded to him and said ‘thank you’ as you walked to the door he told you. Knocking on the door you were met face to face with your boyfriend noticing it was you at the door he quickly pulled you into the room with him, his lips were immediately placed into yours you could feel the desperation behind his lips. The way his hands roamed around your body was all you needed to know, he was horny. He was always more touchy than ever when he gets horny, “Baby you looked sexy up there, made me pop a boner in my seat.” he grabbed your hand and placing it on his aching bulge “See.” he said before he kissed down your collarbone “Jake we gotta wait till we get home.” he rolled his eyes “But baby, i can make both of us cum fast and it will be a good time. Please, please please…” his ‘please’s continued till you finally gave in as you started to rub his cock i’ve this pants. “I love you so much you know that.”

Sunghoon:

Sunghoon’s hand ran along his bulge as he watched you perform on stage, some of his members noticed yet they didn’t want to say anything to make the situation more awkward and uncomfortable. Running his fingers along his tip he had to pull his hand away as he felt his climax already starting to come closer and closer, he watched your out of breath state and watched the way your hair would stick to your forehead from the heat of your dress, dancing, being in a hot room and more. You made direct eye contact with him as you sang your part in your groups most recent comeback song, he swore he could’ve came on the spot as you looked at him. Getting up from his spot he headed immediately towards the bathroom not wanting anyone else who has already seen his growing hard on to see more, quickly walking to the bathroom and into one of the stalls looking down he noticed a stain of pre cum becoming darker and darker the more he waited. Seconds passed by and his dick felt like if it was going to bulge anymore it was going to explode, a knock was heard from the door which was weird because it was a bathroom that contained stalls getting up and opening the door he was faced to see your sweaty state in comfy clothes. “You okay I saw you walk out and I got worried.” He nodded as opened the door wider as a way to usher you inside the bathroom with him, “What happened? Did you just have to use the bathroom?” he shook his head as he fiddled with his fingers while looking down “Tell me, hopefully i can help.” you said as you walked closer to him wanting to feel his temperature but he walked backwards when you walked to him. You stopped in your tracks not wanting to cross a boundary “I was watching you and..” his words came out as a stuttering mess, “and what?” he continued to look down as he could not make eye contact with you “Got hard.” he whispered. You heard him say it even though his words were barely spoken, you walked closer to him as you picked his head up and kissed him on the lips. “It’s okay, would you like me to help you?”

Sunoo:

His attention was not leaving your side even when you weren’t performing his attention was still on you, walking up to the stage was the only time his eyes left your figure but when he got onto the stage he was immediately met by your gaze staring back at him. The feeling in his stomach only worsened the more he danced to the choreography he felt his cock stir in his pants ‘not now’ was all that repeated in his head, the members started to notice his body’s reaction to the rhythm of the music and questioned if he was okay. At one point during the end of the song Jake turned to him with a questioned look then returned his gaze back to the crowd once he realized that what state he was in as he looked down and gave him a body scan, as the song came to an end he quickly walked off the stage not wanting to bring attention to himself. A hand grabbed at his wrist behind the curtain as his members passed the mysterious figure holding onto him, it was you. He was relieved to realized that it was you here to help calm him down while he was struggling to hide the growing boner in his pants as it kept stirring in his pants from the loss of your touch, “You did so good.” you kissed his cheek as you trailed kisses from his kisses from his cheek to the end of his jawline. Whispering in his ear “Oh.. How can I forget to mention.. This.” you said as you grabbed onto his cock as you gave him a couple of strokes through his pants his whole face started to turn red from embarrassment “Was it really taht noticeable?” he asked as his voice shook “Not if you weren’t looking, no one should be looking but me anyways.” your hands trailed down to his belt as you started to unbuckle his belt as his hands came down to stop you “Not here Y/nnie, anyone can see.” you kissed his lips “Need you so bad, my pussy was throbbing just to feel your touch while I was in my seat.” you eyes trailed down his body as his you watched his cock twitch against his pants from your words as a whine left his lips. “Go to the car, no panties on i wanna be able to immediately stuff you full of my cock.”

Jungwon:

His breathing started to get heavier and heavier each time you made eye contact with him as your eyes laid on his while you watched the other group’s performances, while his eyes were fixated on yours from across the room one of his members pulled him out of his trance. “Dude quit looking at her like that or your gonna jizz in your pants.” Heeseung whispered laughing as Jay slapped his arm to shut him up, Jungwon’s gaze met yours once again as he stared at you his face started to heat up as blush ran across his face. Sunghoon turned to him and whispered in his ear “You know maybe you can tell the staff to leave and sneak to the car with her.” his gaze turned to Sunghoon “Speaking from experience?” “Just a suggestion.” his head turned to you then ushered to his phone, you brought your phone to your lap as you received a text from him. ‘Meet me at the car entrance doors’ you looked towards him as two of the members were are already staring at you including Jungwon as he winked back at you. You got up from your seat and excused yourself saying how you need meds to head to the bathroom to freshen up, he got up 5 minutes later then proceeded to walk right behind you and tickled the sides of your waist. You giggled and turned around to be faced with the most beautiful guy you ever met, your boyfriend. You never realized how lucky you got, he put his hand on yours intertwining his fingers with yours as he lead you to the car as he looked from side to side as he made sure there were no people nor cars in sight. He unlocked his and his groups car letting you get in first as he walked in after you, as he sat onto the seat your fingers already trailed along his abdomen pulling up his shirt just a bit past his waist, “Seems like you needed me too.” he whisper in your ear as he trailed kisses along your face and trailed them along your body as he leaned you down onto the seat below you. He pulled your shirt up past your breast’s as he kissed from your face down to your abdomen as he moved your pants down to your knees as he trailed kisses along your clothed pussy, “You don’t know how bad i’ve been needing you all day, sitting in that seat acting as if my cock isn’t hard.”

#smut #fluff #enha x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut #jungwon smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut

[mo0nfairy]

Any chance of some nsfw with guard puppy leon pls? 👉👈 I love the way u write him sm😩😳

tw :: nsfw themes (mdni!!), re4 spoilers, obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, sub!leon, masochism, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, invasion of privacy, leon being infected for like 2 seconds, (also no specification of reader's gender/genitalia).

⸺ ya'll.................. you can't drop shit like this in my inbox and not expect me to go feral. (i am also legally obligated to use this gif cause how can i resist).

let's say it's right after the events of re4. you and leon had spent an eternity dodging every kind of abomination known to mankind before you finally made it to safety. the government then took you in to study the effects the plaga parasite had on humans. however, leon was infected while you weren't, meaning the two of you would have to be temporarily separated. and fuck, being away from you kills leon with need. he just has to get his hands on you. and when his head gets fogged up with all sorts of disastrous scenarios (all involving you hurting in some shape or form), leon busts open the lock to his room and sets out on finding you. practically tearing the place asunder in his efforts, he finally locates you in a completely separate wing.

how fucking dare they take you so far from him? what if something happened? what if he can't be there to protect you-!?

his train of thought is abruptly cut off when he enters the room and finds you, entirely naked. there are several doctors around you, poking and prodding at you like a lab rat. leon literally just !!!!!!!!! at the sight, but is also >:( because of all these people putting their filthy hands on you. he is enraged at the people for touching you, but he also can't tame his heart after seeing your bare skin. he leaves to his room with his tail between his legs and his face adorned in red blotches. and poor leon hasn't been granted a single second alone to relieve himself, not with all these scientists and security guards surrounding him 24/7. (he got a little aggressive with staff when he had to seperate from you).

and being unable to relieve himself before he can see you and drown you in his obsession is destroying him. especially when he learns you've been moved to a safehouse all the way across the country, all while he has to stay in this hospital without you. he isn’t sleeping, he lost his appetite, and his body temperature has increased to a worrisome degree. the doctors even put down ‘hypersexual’ as one of his symptoms. and just a week later, leon is still distraught, but is all healed up. his mood brightens, however, when he learns he is being sent to the same undisclosed location. finally, he gets to be alone with you. and god, he is desperate.

practically tearing the front door off its hinges, leon searches for you through the house like a goddamn serial killer. and when he finds you, he goes feral. you don't have a second to even acknowledge the second presence in the house before he is all over you. one second you're minding your business and the next you're practically being smothered to death. on the counter, on the bed, hell, on the floor, leon doesn't give a shit where. as long as he’s able to ensure no inch on your body goes untouched.

leon tears your clothes off like a predator tearing apart the flesh of its prey. his calloused hands touch everywhere he can with almost religious fervor. good god, has leon ached for this. he's constantly losing air from latching his mouth all over you. he'll pull back a good centimeter, wait maybe a picosecond to catch his breath, before indulging in you again. and sidenote, he's a virgin (fight me abt it). sweet, innocent leon is so inexperienced but tries so. fucking. hard. all you have to do is sit back and guide him. every syllable out of your mouth is gospel to him, after all.

while his tongue is practically shoved down your throat, you bite down on the squirming muscle and it's just....…. instant subspace. his eyebrows scrunch upwards and he's moaning like a bitch into your mouth. his entire life, leon has endured so much pain, (especially right after the events of re4). but to hurt at your hand, knowing he is still safe with you? it is like heaven and hell in the same breath. so please, hurt him, bite him, rip out his fucking throat with your teeth if you want- just fucking do anything to him!

and leon is so distracted by you, he doesn't even realize how devastating he looks. his cheeks are as red as two ripe cherries; his eyes are wet with infatuation, brimming with tears. and downstairs, the vulgar sight displays a good 8 inches erect, on the skinny side with veins protruding the straight, pink shaft. his tip flushes an angry red and is overwhelmed with precum. you gently take it into your hand and caress the white-pearl with your thumb. and leon's voice literally raises several octaves in such an obscene manner, you wonder how he'll react when he's finally inside of you. but for now, your mere hands on him has turned him into a completely different person.

you guide his bloated head to your entrance and rub it into the surrounding skin, now slick with your spit and his precum. leon's entire body is shaking; his chest is flat from holding his breath in anticipation. 'fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-' his chants huff against your face while his gaze is casted downwards, trembling from the sight alone. you could keep him here if you wanted, torture him even more. mock his whining while his swollen head is practically begging you to let him in and end this agony. but, he's just too damn cute. so, you give your poor puppy what he so desperately wants and push him into your soaked hole with ease. and the cry leon lets out is nothing short of pornographic.

"y-y/n/n-! oh, jesus, sh-shit-... uhn-!" his forehead is pressed against yours as he moans out for you.

when leon finally bottoms out inside, you let your spongy, sopping walls adjust to the length of his dick and try to calm him down (to no avail, unfortunately). he's too caught up in tripping over his words, attempting to verbalize the adrenaline coursing through him from just how amazing you feel and how soul-crushingly good it will be when he finishes. leon hasn't even started moving yet and he's already overwhelmingly drunk on pleasure.

you then push down on his lower back, giving him permission to begin moving. and the man leon becomes is that of a creature possessed. there is not a single moment spent being gentle, he is rutting into your thick heat like his life depends on it. he buries his face into your neck and everything just becomes so messy. your hot, hyperventilating breaths paint the air and your bodies are sheen with sweat as they stick together. his hands are locked around you like a lifeline, clinging so tightly to you as if he were hanging from a cliffside and you were his saving grace. (this is him basically). with his eyes rolling into the back of his skull, his hair clinging to his sweaty forehead, his jaw hung low with uncontrollable moans — god, you make him so fucking stupid.

'hmy- my fuckin’ god- y/n/n, i-... 'm-your- your stupid mutt, your dumb puppy... fuck, s’fuckin’ good, s’fuckin' perfect." you're not even exactly sure what leon is saying, with his voice muffled against your neck. but, when his voice is so whiny and slurred like that, you can only imagine how adorably pathetic the words that follow are.

drool seeps down his chin and pools in the nape of your shoulder. his mouth is all over your neck like a vampire, lazily kissing and marking your skin. with how overwhelmingly intense the euphoria is, he knows that one glance at your godly face and body will send him over the edge. so, he keeps his face nestled away. fortunately for him, however, you're not far behind from finishing. every vigorous thrust of his plunges deep into you, causing your body to jolt forward from the sheer force.

you grasp hold of leon's hand, causing his heart to practically explode in his chest, before guiding him on how to stimulate you. his hands rub against your sex with fervent, clumsy haste. and before you can even blink, your orgasm hits you like a wave. it is unexpected and unbelievably intense. every sound from your mouth causes leon’s dick to twitch inside of you, pushing him closer and closer to that earth-shattering finish. he is now full-on crying, his lewd sobs and pleads reverberating from the grip your body has on him. in the cusp of your high, you grab a fistful of leon's blonde hair and pull his head back.

you growl in his ear, "you're my bitch in heat."

and with that, leon gushes inside of you. a deafening wail permeates the room as he sporadically thrusts his hips against yours with bruising force. he practically bleats like a sheep as he cums and anyone lurking outside would probably think you were murdering him. leon fills you to the brim with his seed, the excess escaping past your entrance and staining the surface beneath. his vision goes white, his body shivers with rapture, and his mind is devoid of any thoughts beside you, you, you. the act of intimacy, to revel in your pleasure — oh, it is heaven. leon knew it was gonna be good, but never this fucking good.

every muscle in his body then goes limp against you. quiet whimpers pervade the air as he presses sloppy, soft kisses against your lips. chants of 'i love you, i love you so fucking much' escape his breathless mouth. and the look in his honeyed gaze... he is just so fucking happy to be back with the only person he could ever love, the only person he could ever need. it's clear as day, leon couldn't be more in love with you. but, when you try and push him away for some room to breathe, his hold on you turns tenacious and you can feel how he is still rock-hard inside of you.

you realize that not only are you in for a long night, but you are in for a long, long life beside leon.

okay..... this is my first time writing smut. like ever. if it's shit, pls don't be afraid to send some critique my way!! thank u !

#i have no idea wtf im doing #resident evil 4 #re4 #re4 remake #resident evil #leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil imagine #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy smut #yandere leon kennedy #yandere resident evil #yandere #yandere smut #gn reader #gender neutral reader #venus’ brain #moonfairy

[greynatomy]

luck of the irish

katie mccabe x reader

i’m having sm trouble writing rn that i feel like i’m just rambling when writing at this point. hope it makes sense for y’all

part 2 part 3

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“Come on. Please. For me?” You ask the two people on a video call with you

Your best friends, Selena and Taylor, and you are having a virtual hangout, seeing as you all live in different places.

“What’s in it for us?” Selena asks, taking a sip of her wine.

“Absolutely nothing, but you get to go to England.”

“And what are we gonna do? Sit and watch you ogle your girlfriend for like two hours.”

“Exactly.”

“Stop teasing me. You can’t hardly blame me though, my girlfriend is hot. And y’all are just bitter that you’re single.”

“Hey! I’m not anymore.”

“Shocker!” You say sarcastically. “You’ve been going to your boyfriend’s games so much and brought us with you, now it’s my turn.”

“Sel, you need to get yourself an athlete.”

“I know.” She whines, extending the ‘o’. “You guys need to set me up with someone.

“You might catch the eyes of some footballers if you come here.”

“We’re gonna be in so many news headlines.”

“Just gotta make sure we don’t look stupid in them.”

———

The Arsenal Women’s team are all on the pitch, warming up for their match. All of a sudden, the crowd throughout the stadium starts cheering, confusing all the players and staff on the pitch.

Looking all around, the crowd is watching the big screen. There you are, with your two best friends, all completely oblivious to what’s happening. The three of you were too preoccupied doing the marshmallow game to notice all the eyes on you. Well, to be fair, you all grew up with eyes always on you that you all learned to block it out.

“Stop fucking it up Taylor. You’re like the whole music industry, where’s the rhythm?”

“Fuck you! I don’t have to listen to you. You’re not my Mom.”

“Okay! Let’s just try it again okay?”

“I’ll start. One marshmallow.”

“Check it out.”

“Woo.”

Down on the field, Katie watches the big screen, not being able to stop the huge grin of amusement on her face.

“Dude! There’s no way that’s actually Y/N Y/LN, Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift.”

“I mean, if you open your eyes you would see that it actually is.” Caitlin shoves Katie away because of her sarcastic response.

———

Nothing really happens for the first half, but as soon as the second half starts, Arsenal in playing like they’ve got some fresh pairs of legs on them.

“Now I understand why people watch sports.” Taylor says loudly.

“Dates an athlete and is now obsessed with sports.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“But seriously. I’ve never watched a sport on my life until I met Katie. And it’s a plus she looks hot doing it.”

———

We’ve got McCabe, Katie McCabe I just don’t think you understand she plays out on the wing, she hits it with a zing we’ve got Katie McCabe

You started chanting with all the fans, encouraging your friends to join in.

“C’mon guys! Just like I taught you!”

———

Arsenal eventually won from a banger from McCabe, who was now getting interviewed.

“Katie, good game today. You scored the game winning shot, how’d that feel?”

“Oh, em, I was just doing what I usually do. But I’ve actually got my girlfriend here, so I had to put on a bit of a show for her.”

“Oh! Wow! Well, thank you for your time Katie.” The reporter says a bit shocked at the news.

Katie walks into the locker room, everyone is just sat at their cubby, cooking down from the match, when a knock is heard from the door.

“You girls decent?” Jonas’ voice comes through the door.

“Yeah!”

“Alright, well, we’ve got some guests that would love to meet you all.”

You, Taylor and Selena walk through the door being met by the whole team. The team fan girls for a bit, the team’s social media videographer catching it all on camera.

After greeting everyone, you walk over to where Katie is still sat in her cubby and place yourself on her lap, her arms immediately wrapping around your waist.

Her teammates are too preoccupied with Selena and Taylor to notice the two of you, but both your friends know you like to wander off, instantly noticing you weren’t next to them anymore.

Looking around, she sees you with your girlfriend whispering in her ear that has her biting her lip.

“Oh my god! Stop flirting in front of other people please!” Taylor speaks out, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room.

“You’re just mad cause your man who’s not your man is off playing fake football and not with you.”

“Oh, she got you there.” Selena laughs at Taylor’s offended face, giving you a high five.

“We’re no longer friends.” Taylor pouts, crossing her arms across her chest.

“You’ll get over it cause you love me.” You wrap her in a hug, Selena joining in. “Okay, enough of that. Can we all take a group picture?” You ask the Gunners. “I’ve gotta cook dinner.”

After the photo, the three of you bid farewell to the team, you giving Katie a quick kiss and a ‘see you later.’

“Actually, can I go with you? I’ll just shower at home.” Katie asks, packing her things.

“C’mon. Bye guys!” You wave at everyone.

“See you soon!” Katie leaves after you.

The team was silent for a bit after the four of you left, not knowing how to process that their Irish teammate has a girlfriend and who her girlfriend is.

“That was unexpected.”

“Indeed.”

“How’d Katie get a girl like her?” Beth asks, not quite understanding.

“It’s probably the luck the Irish have.”

“And Y/N is her pot of gold.”

“Damn.”

#woso x reader #greynatomy #woso #woso imagines #woso imagine #katie mccabe #katie mccabe x reader #katie mccard

[paymechildsupport]

Ryomen Sukuna x Reader // A Troublemaker's Love

@manikosii --> "What do you think about Bully!Sukuna who is madly in love with the reader? I just like the small Sukuna who has known the reader since childhood and does not know how to express his feelings" -.-.- -> hsisikaiss I love this sm :D Kinda made him more of a bully with a soft spot, -- more delinquent than anything, but I absolutely kept your lovestruck lil' Sukuna, so cute <3

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> Modern!School!AU 

   > Bully!Delinquent!Sukuna x Reader 

*I made him a biker too,— he’s such a lil’ biker bitch 

-!! CW: depictions of violence, (not aimed at Reader), -- smoking [don't actually smoke please, that shit kills you :(]

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

(he's my lil' cutie patootie)

˚ ༘♡ ·˚ ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

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Ryomen Sukuna— who from a young age could never really communicate his feelings. Who would push all the other kids off the playground because they were clogging up the slide. Who never once expressed remorse when setting fire to that poor ant colony with his mini magnifying glass. Who was labeled as a “troubled” child. Who skipped grades because he was so freakishly intelligent. Who never had to try in school. Who fell off his Lightning McQueen bike the second he saw you on the playground. He immediately shoved his way through the swarm of other kids, butted his way into your lil’ game of tag, invited himself to play and proceeded to shove your tiny body into the grass, laughing maniacally. 

Pissed, you grabbed him by the hair, yanked harshly and threw him down on the ground next to you, — engaging in the most intense wrestling match either you had ever had in your short lives. Stuck in the nurse’s office with his Despicable Me bandaid and getting scolded by every staff member in the school, Sukuna could only stare at you, completely enamored by you and your fiery spirit so akin to his own.

————-

Sukuna would pull up to school everyday on his motorbike, making as much noise possible and spewing exhaust everywhere, just to spite the Environmental Club members who continuously berated him for air pollution. 

He didn’t vape— no no, he wasn’t a lil’ pussy bitch. Sukuna was a man, he smoked straight cigars, the kind you’d only ever see your grandpa piping,— and it was disgusting

He’d do it just to annoy you too. When you walk outside for lunch, he’d exhale a rather generous amount of smoke right in your face, earning him a string of curses in response. He’d just smile, chuckle and walk away 

Sukuna is a rather intimidating individual, — towering over everyone in a room,- tatted up with the most gorgeous inky designs you’d ever seen. His favorite shirts always revealed a generous amount of his beefy, muscular arms. The thin fabrics clung to his figure, showing clearly defined muscles (and those phat milk jugs hoooooly cow) 

He’d be that guy wearing fucking kakis in the middle of winter 💀 

Fucking shit his muscular thighs too?? Holy smokes I’m drooling 🤤

Sukuna was always alone, and he preferred things that way. He didn’t have a band of lackeys behind him all the time— though plenty deeply admired him— he didn’t need them anyways to look every bit the tough guy delinquent who was unafraid to get physical. 

—- and he was physical. Like, he was always finding his way into a fight,— and always came out on top. Starting something with this guy was a death wish. Everyone in the school knew who he was, and everyone in the school— including the teachers — respected him out of fear

He never picked on anyone who’d be considered an “easy target”. No no, that’d be way too easy. Where’s the fun in that? Nah, he goes straight for the person on top— the cockier the better. He’s more than happy to beat up a fellow delinquent 

You, however, seem to catch his eye in particular. So fiery, so fierce,— you take everything he throws at you and chuck it right back at him. There’s a deep sentiment of respect between the two of you, underneath all the petty arguments and crude insults 

He never hangs out with anyone, but Sukuna loves to spend his time tailing you wherever you go, teasing and nagging every step of the way. He nitpicks everything you do, whether it be simply reading a book, talking to a peer, or even just eating. He’s always there, always watching your every move. 

You’d be talking with a friend, discussing plans for the weekend, when all of a sudden pure horror etched itself onto their face, a massive shadow looming over the two of you. Confused, you swivel around, face almost colliding with Sukuna’s chest. He looked down on you, a shit eating grin on his face. Your friend only slightly stammers a “gotta go see ya later” before making a run for it, (you really couldn’t blame them, Sukuna really was a weirdo sometimes). 

He likes to scare everyone who approaches you, making them run off practically screaming 

For all the verbal grief he gives you, for all the times he’s called you a “brat” and told you how “annoying” and “unbearable” you are,  Sukuna absolutely blows up the second he sees some other bastard berating you. 

One time, Mahito and his creepy lil’ gang of goonies thought it’d be funny to corner you after school. Laughing, they mocked you, turning almost borderline physical as they made an effort to manhandle you into a locker. 

Sukuna was livid, saw shit going down and immediately rushed to the scene, coming up behind Mahito and giving him the gnarliest death stare you’ve ever seen,— crimson eyes practically burning with barely restrained fury. Mahito pissed himself on the spot immediately, — and was lucky he even made it out alive that day. 

Sukuna grabbed the goon that had reached out to touch you, twisted his arm, and smashed his head in on the locker door. 

Then after school he almost “accidentally” plowed them all down with his bike 😞 

Needless to say, no one ever gave you trouble ever again— minus Sukuna, of course

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He just wants you all to himself,— is that so wrong? He wants that raging passion in your eyes to be reserved for him and only him. He loves seeing you all pent up, face red and scrunched up in anger. That delicious heat in the center of his stomach threatened to boil over every time he laid his eyes on you. Sukuna was down bad. The beefy, all scary delinquent was smitten, — he of all people had a big, fat crush. He never wanted you to look at anyone the way you looked at him. He’d beat their head in, then you’d have to look at him

Shotgunning- this guy absolutely loves inhaling the smoke from his cigar, grabbing and yanking you close just so he could exhale it down your windpipe. Lips lightly brushing, sometimes he’d stick his tongue in, just to taste the smoke in your mouth. He adores the way his smoke and saliva mixes with your own, especially loving it when he kisses you stupid, drool pooling in the corner of your mouth, all for him to lick away  

Sukuna would mark you up good. Even if they don’t know who, everyone knows you're taken with the way hickeys adorn your pretty little neck. He loves your neck, loves biting into the soft, pulsating flesh and leaving his bite marks all around. —Same with your shoulder, anywhere that isn’t covered by clothing he makes sure is branded 

He delights in the way you grab him by the strap of his tank top, pulling him into whatever unoccupied room is available: janitor’s closet, a closed bathroom, the locker rooms- anywhere. You’d kiss him silly, hands gripping at his tough, muscular thighs, your nails digging into the hard flesh. Your fingers tracing over his slutty thigh tattoos always had him going feral. He loved the aftertaste of your chapstick / lipgloss on his tongue, there still even hours after you’d make out 💋 😋

Sukuna was in absolute heaven on those rare occasions you’d both stay after class. Empty classroom, blind drawn and door locked as you’d get down on your knees and suck his cock. Your pretty lips wrapped around him always had him coming quick. You’d swallow him whole, throat bobbing from his spurting cum. He’d bend down afterwards— feeling like he’d die otherwise— and kiss you sloppily on the lips, licking away his cum from the corner of your mouth, groaning at the taste of himself. 

His breasts are so sensitive, all you’d have to do is just swirl your tongue around a nipple and he’s puddy in your arms. You loved his breasts, cooing about his “man boobs” just to see him turn a brilliant red to match his crimson eyes. 

His big digits always did wonders to your body, rubbing small, purposeful circles into your pulsating heat / hard on,— sometimes right in the middle of class, just to fuck with you. Your glassy-eyed glare while you fought to bite your lip always had him hardening within his pants. He really couldn’t get enough of you. 

Yeah, you were stuck with Ryomen Sukuna and his merciless teasing. Was it all that bad?— No, no, not at all. Were you complaining? — absolutely not. (At least he had some nice phat jugs for you to fondle). 

He loved you too much to stop his cruel words and affectionate touches,— and he was going to make sure you stayed right beside him,— exactly where you belong. 

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A/N: i love him and i'd die for him

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[milkywaydrabbles]

28 kinktober rindou <3 <3 <3 also LOVE YOUR WRITING SM OMG

A/N: So it turns out I like Rindou a normal amount and am completely normal about him. Here's 2.2k of smut phew. I hope you enjoy this lil thing! MWUAH

Panties & Lingerie x Rindou

You never really asked for much.

Rindou noticed this early on into the relationship. 

He was so used to girls always asking for the finest clothes, jewelry, straight up money--he stopped dating for a while, tired of them simply using him for materialistic desires. Anyone he did see, was short lived, a few fucks here and there. He knew it wouldn’t last too long. His brother would pat his back, telling him to loosen up--that giving girls what they wanted wasn’t a bad thing, they’d be more loyal to him. But his way of thinking was different than the rest of Bonten. Sure, he used to just want to fuck around, kick somebody’s ass, taunt others. But as he grew older, he realized he wanted someone. A person who really wanted to be with him, and not because he had power and money. The dating scene really was exhausting.

But then he met you. 

And you smiled at him so genuinely, so shyly, so sweetly. Rindou nearly fell for you right then and there. He found himself wanting to buy you anything you asked for: except the problem was you didn’t ask for anything. Even on your first date, you were so sure in your decision to split the bill, something he thought was just you talking shit, trying to deceive him. Until you actually did split the bill with him and a smile plastered on your face. Shit. He didn’t want you paying for shit after that. Any time he took you out, the card would be in the wait staff’s hand before you even ordered, the bill never coming out to the table. You’d get so huffy, telling him to ‘stop fucking doing that’, and that you could ‘pay for stuff too, I want to Rin!’. 

He wasn’t going to let you, but it was cute attempt. 

So imagine his surprise, that after months of dating, and months of begging you just to take his fucking card, that one day you actually did take it. He blinked, surprised when you plucked the black card from his hands, looking around embarrassed. You promised him you wouldn’t go overboard, but you just had some things you wanted to buy, a nice surprise you said. His shocked look slowly morphed into a cheshire grin, gripping your jaw and planting a wet kiss on your lips. 

“Max the whole fucking thing out baby.”

-

Rindou’s day was long, and he was ready to finally go back home to his baby. (Thuggin’ it out was hard, you know.) When he walked through the doors of his condo, he immediately called out to you. “Baby, I’m home.” 

“In here, Rin!” 

It didn’t take long for him to make his way to his room, loosening the tie he had worn for the day and removing his blazer, ready to dump it on the bed. “You have no idea how fucking annoying they were today, babe, it was--” Rindou immediately shut his mouth, catching you on the bed in the nicest piece of lingerie he thinks he’s ever seen in his life. You sat yourself so pretty on the edge of the bed, makeup and hair done up, just for him, leg crossed over the other. “Hi baby.” You cooed, giving him a sultry smile.

The surprise you had been talking about was doing a bit of shopping at a famous lingerie boutique. You think you knew Rindou well enough to know what kind of pieces would get him going--you were spot on. You were covered in black straps and harnesses, mesh pieces with dragon appliques embroidered in the see through fabric. God, you were gorgeous, the woman of his wildest fucking dreams come true. 

Rindou stalked over to you, dropping the blazer haphazardly on the ground. Your hand pulled at his skewed tie, down until he landed on his knees, having to look just just slightly now that he was on his knees. “What’s all this?” He mumbled, hands traveling from your thighs to your hips to your waist, and trailing back down. “I decided to take you up on your offer and use your card--do you like it?” You teasing little shit, biting onto your lower lip to hide your smirk. You knew he loved it, more than anything. You knew exactly what got him going, and something like this had him rock down the second he saw you. He nodded, barely paying attention when he looked down at your chest, trailing his hands up to cup your tits, thumbs running over your nipples through the mesh, fingers dipping under the harnesses and tugging just light enough to feel the material. You uncrossed your legs, opening them wide so he can take a look at the crotchless panties that had you exposed fully to him. You were driving him insane.

“Fuck, baby...” He let out a shaky breath, hands squeezing at your inner thighs, creeping closer to your cunt, thumbing your lips apart to see your pretty little whole. You scooted closer to the edge, tugging at his tie again to raise him closer to your face. Wordlessly, your other hand grabbed onto his jaw tight, palm resting on his throat. Rindou was enamored with you, loving how you could take control and not going overboard. He fucking loved how quickly you would give him the reigns too, if he wanted them. His mouth opened, knowing what would come next--your tongue lolling out with a glob of saliva dripping from the tip, landing in his mouth. You licked at the roof of his mouth before kissing him fully, His dick twitched in his pants, squeezed at your inner thigh, before two fingers slid between your wet folds, teasing. Your legs spread open a bit more, letting go of his tie and looking at him expectantly. You didn’t need to ask a thing of this man, Rindou immediately dipping his head to between your thighs, kissing and suckling at your skin leaving love bites in their wake. “You’re fucking driving me insane, pretty..” He moaned feeling your hand grip at his hair, tugging at the roots. “Fuck, look at you..” He looked up at your body one last time, taking in the full lingerie set and how sexy you looked at him, perfectly put together while he was a mess on his knees for you. 

“Did you miss me today, Rindou?” You teased, smirking when his fingers dug deeper into your skin. “‘Course I did, beautiful, fuck.” He kept your thighs open as he dove deep into your cunt, pressing his face as deep as you’d let him. He moaned, the taste of your juicy pussy hitting his buds drove him crazy. He gripped onto the harnesses around your thighs as he ate you like a starving man, tongue fucking into you, licking and sucking at your clit. He left you messy, practically slobbering on you, cunt wet with your juices and his spit. You bucked into his face, head thrown back as you panted, tugging his hair until it hurt--he didn’t care, all he could feel was how hard his cock was and how fucking good you tasted. You looked down at him with your eyes hazy and lips parted, still looking so perfect above him. He took the chance of tracing his hands up to your tits, squeezing and pinching, which only spurred you on more. You humped at his face, riding his tongue as he flicked your swollen clit, but you needed more.

“Rin, baby,” you stared, the domineering mask crackled the closer you got to your orgasm. “Fuck, use your fingers baby, please.” He moaned against your cunt, leaving a wet kiss on your clit before slipping two fingers into your sloppy hole with ease. “Look at your fucking pussy just sucking in my fingers, so messy.” He panted, curling his fingers up and fucking you hard. Your wetness squirted around his hand, covering his fingers in a creamy white while he assaulted your cunt. You cried out, slowly your mascara ran down your cheeks. You pulled harshly at his hair to bring him up to your face, kissing him with all tongue and teeth--moaning into his mouth as he continued to pummel you with his fingers. You rode his fingers, legs shaking and pushing open “F-fuck!” You gasped into his mouth, “Just like that, Rinnie, fuck, just like that.” Your mouth hung open, forehead against his and eyes scrunched closed. You couldn’t help but moan like a wanton whore, as he kissed around your face and kept fucking into you. “Give it to me, baby, fucking give it to me.” He urged, hearing your cries and whimpers as you came on his hand, gushing on him and leaving his hand soaked. You let go of his hair as he slowed down, fingers slipping out of your warmth only to shove them into your mouth, looking at you with dilated eyes as you gagged around his digits. He mirrored your earlier actions, standing up hover over you, forcing you to look up at him with pleading eyes. A hand grabbed at your jaw, much like you did with him, and pried your mouth open as he spat right down your throat. Your eyes fluttered, clawing at his pants when he leaned down to give you a kiss. 

Suddenly he tugged at the choker you had been wearing, dragging you onto your hands and knees on the bed and unbuckling his pants with one hand. “Come on baby, want you choking on my cock.” His voice held authority, and you helped him the rest of the way, cock fat and heavy in your hands. You wasted no time, taking him into your mouth nearly all the way until you were gagging and sputtering around his dick, spit bubbles along the side of your mouth. He collected your hair in his hand like a makeshift ponytail, controlling your speed and how deep you took him. “Fuck! Mouth is so fucking good, baby, love you like this.” He wiped a stray tear from your eye, smudging your makeup a bit more in the process. He grinned wicked, loving the way you lost yourself on his cock, how messy you looked--perfect makeup now a fucking mess as you choked on him. His eyes raked over your body, still wearing the perfect lingerie and harness set, seeing the edges of the leather where it met your skin digging in, rubbing it raw and red. How fucking sexy it would be after taking it off, the combination of its friction and his hands and mouth leaving bruises on your body.

He fucked your face with vigor, your hands clawing at his still clothed stomach, trying your best to keep your breathing even. But all he could hear were your gurgles with each thrust into your throat, slipping out just to see the strings of drool connecting you to him, bubbling in your mouth. You pursed your lips, rubbing them along the length of his cock, tip landing between your eyes and keeping you absolutely messy. Rindou almost came on your face right then and there with how good you looked. He grabbed the back of your harness and threw you down onto the mattress, smacking down hard on your ass to hear how you cried out with the mix of pleasure and pain. “Can’t believe you got a set with crotchless panties..” He panted, rubbing himself against your lips, leaving you waiting. “My pretty slutty little baby wanted easy access didn’t you? Wanted me to be able to fuck you right away, right?” You whined, nodding and pushing back on his cock, hoping his head would catch your clenching hole and slip in.

Rindou laughed breathlessly, hands running up and down your sides, slapping your ass a few times before grabbing hold of the straps that wrapped around your ass and pulling you back, plunging his thick cock right into you, leaving his flush with your ass. “Rindou!” You practically screamed, one hand ripping the choker and holding your head down to the mattress while the other never let go of the straps. 

“Gotta fuck you good, pretty girl,” He started, pounding relentlessly into your pussy, your cum frothy with the force of his thrusts, coating him “Gotta show--fuck--my appreciation of this set--shit, pussy’s so good” Rindou was lost in pleasure, pulling you back to meet his thrusts, balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. You gripped at the sheets, clawing at anything you could get your hands on while your eyes rolled to the back of your head with how good he was making you feel. 

Your slutty hole tightened around him, sure sign that you were going to cum again. He released his grip on your choker to pull you back full force onto his cock by the straps, tip of his dick pushing against your cervix. The pain mixed with pleasure brought you over the edge, crying and screaming while you squirted on his lower body, trying with all your might to close your legs but he wouldn’t let you. “Come on, you can take this big cock can’t you baby?” He taunted, though it was weakened with how close he was now. “Fuck, gonna cum baby, gonna cover this pretty set, gonna make you mine.” He babbled, pulling out at the last minute and shooting his heavy load onto your ass and back, covered the mesh material and straps. You collapsed onto the bed, feeling him loosen up the harness enough to slip it off you and wiping you lean, wrapping his arms around your body.

“Baby.” He nuzzled into you

“Hmm..” You smooched his forehead.

“I need you to start using my card more often.” Ugh

#milk writes #rindou tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers rindou #rindou haitani #haitani rindou #rindou x reader #rindou smut #tr rindou #haitani rindou x reader #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev #tokrev #tokyo revengers #bonten #bonten x reader #milk kinktober #rindou haitani x reader #turns out! I like him much more than I ever anticipated!!

[nightfalltales]

allow me to distract you

parings: ceo!nanami kento x employee!gn reader

cw: SMUT - size kink + foreplay + fingering + oral sex (giving) + office sex +  rough sex + lots of praise; mentions of yelling (bullying) + satosugu are boyfriends your honor; dom!nanami + sub!gn reader; explicit

summary: some fucker believes that he can yell at you and geto just because you unintentionally bumped into him. luckily, your boyfriend, nanami, comes by to save the both of you. nanami will then show you how much that scumbag’s remarks will not mean anything to you in his dimly lit office. 

word count: 3.7k+

author’s note: i was talking to my pookie wookie & she mentioned if i ever wrote nanami so i dedicate this post to her !! i love nanami sm why tf haven’t i wrote about him yet. also this happened to me irl expect i defended myself and turns out he was drunk but thank god, i made it home safe with my friend (please be careful when going out in public)

smut below (18+) !! MINORS DON’T INTERACT !!

it was a long day at work in the office, but you’re so glad the day has come to an end. everyone in the office is packing up and getting ready to head out for the weekend where they can relax. despite everything, you were actually happy though since you promised your loving boyfriend that you both will have a dinner date after work. 

everyone knows that you're dating the ceo of the office, but then again, people have lives and should respect one other's privacy. given the fact that many perceive him as a frightening guy, he nonetheless treats you with the same kindness and fairness that he shows to his staff. however, when you're alone, he treats you like royalty, taking care of your household duties when you're exhausted and supporting you with the work despite your insistence that you do everything solo. as long as you give him your heart and love to him, that’s all he wants. 

“ready to leave, y/n?” a voice asked behind you. it was geto, your friend. 

“yeah.” you nod your head. “i need a break. you?”

geto chuckles. “wish i could say the same.”

“how come?” 

“gojo and i promised each other a date and his idea of a date is to go to a bar..”

you chuckled. “i’m guessing your boyfriend needs to ‘unwind’, huh?”

geto playfully rolls his eyes. “you could say that..”

you both then headed to the hallway where geto would drop you off at nanami’s office so that you could go on the promised date with him. you and geto had been talking about how your days had gone and him complaining about how clingy his lover gets when he's drunk. 

however, you were carrying such a heavy bag that you were blind to the fact that it had unintentionally bumped into a man who was passing by.

you quickly realized and turned your head to the man. “i’m so sorry about that, sir.” 

“tch, you should be sorry!” the man spat at you. 

you and geto halted as the man turned his attention to you. he doesn’t look like he works here. 

“you think you can just bump into me and get away with it?”

“i apologize, sir, i didn’t mea-”

“god, just shut the hell up! i bet you bumped into me on purpose, huh?”

geto intervened right away. “sir, they just didn’t see you. they have no intention o-”

the man laughed. “oh so now they have a lousy bodyguard to protect them, i see how it is.”

you didn’t know how to act. you didn’t mean to bump into him on purpose. all you want to do is grab hold of yourself and bolt with geto to get out of this situation. and geez, what’s up with this guy making a big deal?

“listen, they bumped into me so that they could humiliate me? well i’m not having it! they’re just a waste of space, wanting to humiliate anyone and everyone.” the man continued as he pointed his finger at you. “you should be humiliated instead! you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude! if i were your boss, i would fire you and get you banned from even stepping foot into this establishment!” 

you could feel tears pouring up to your eyes. you didn't mean to bump into him so that he could yell at you for being so ashamed in this place. geto notices and makes an effort to soothe the irate man, but it doesn't appear to be working as he keeps babbling about how embarrassing you are. god, you've had a long day and, particularly now, you really need a break. 

“is everything all right here?” a deep soothing voice came from behind you. you turn to see your beloved boyfriend, nanami. you wanted to sprint up to him and let it all out in his arms.

nanami glanced at the man who’s still babbling about you after noticing your tears. the man quickly noticed nanami. 

“HEY! you the boss?” he questioned. 

nanami kept his cool despite seeing you in tears. he knew the man made you upset because of his loud tone. “yes, sir. is something wrong?” 

“oh finally! fire this brat here!” he pointed at you. “they bumped into me on purpose and they shouldn’t work here. matter of fact, they shouldn’t even belong here! also while you’re at it, fire this good-for-nothing’s terrible bodyguard here!” 

you were unable to contain it at that point. you turn your head toward the wall as you weep, making an effort staying quiet. geto clenched his fist and jaw but kept his cool. he turned to you and comforted you by giving you a gentle shoulder rub. 

nanami saw and he wanted to wipe away your tears with his hands. he wanted to wipe them all. you shouldn’t shed tears over a loser who made offense at you accidentally bumping into him. he reached your face in an attempt to console you, but you covered it with your hands. he feels bad seeing you in this state. 

in his head, he wants to hurt the man who’s mistreating his employees like this, especially you. no one should treat you like this, no one should treat other human beings like garbage. it was unacceptable. 

geto swiftly explained to him what had happened. nanami became even more enraged at the idea of that man yelling at his employees, especially you, just because you accidentally bumped into him. nanami nodded at geto and then approached the man. the man took a step back, dwarfed by nanami’s intense gaze. 

“i see you’ve made a big deal out of an inadvertent bump with one of my employees.” nanami’s gaze penetrated through the man’s eyes.

“h-huh?” the man stammered, being afraid of nanami’s glare. “b-but they did it on purpo-”

“on purpose or not, you have no right to yell at my employees like that.” nanami cut him off. 

you’re done wiping your tears on your sleeves as nanami continues on, and you turn to look at the man and notice that his face is getting white. serves him right. and as you were aware, nanami is usually displeased or even furious when he interrupts someone. 

abruptly, a few well-suited security officers approached behind nanami.

“you want him away, boss?” one of them asked. you notice geto putting his phone away— guess he was the one contacting the security as he comforted you. 

nanami gestured with a nod and a finger at the man. “before you’re escorted out of my building, apologize to my employees.” 

“but-” the man remarked before backing up more as nanami got closer to him. 

“now.” nanami’s tone grew stern and demanding. “don’t squander their time and mine.” 

the man immediately fell to his knees in front of you and geto after being shaken to his very core. “i-i apologize for making a big deal out of you bumping into me! please forgive me!”

he looks so pathetic. geto gave a “tch,” but forgave him and you exhaled deeply. 

“you’re forgiven.” you folded your arms.

later, the security dragged him away as he appeared ashamed to be lectured by the company's ceo. that’s right. it’s him who ought to feel ashamed for creating such a fuss, not you.

but the grief from his comments remains. you're not sure why. perhaps those remarks still affect you since you had a difficult day. or perhaps.. he was right—you felt ashamed to work here. maybe even an embarrassment.

“suguru.” nanami turns his head at both you and geto. you both straighten yourself. 

“yes, sir?” geto asked. 

“you should head home, you deserve a break after what happened.” 

“i will. thank you, sir.” geto nods. he then patted you on the shoulder before turning to leave so both you and nanami have more privacy. nanami then glances down at you and you jump a little, his gaze can still make you feel uneasy.

you try to apologize in order to break the ice. “i’m so sorry, sir.. i didn’t mean-”

“do you think we can continue this conversation in my office?” he asked. you notice his attention shifting to the right and when you looked, some people were staring at you and nanami. crap, they must’ve seen what happened. 

you nod as both you and nanami walk down through the hallway to reach the elevator and to his office. once you both reached there, he contacted his personal assistant, ijichi, to cancel the remaining meetings for the day since he had personal matters to deal with, which is you. it was peaceful and quiet when you two entered; a dimly lit office radiates comfort. he placed his phone on his desk, helped you in setting your bag down next to it, and urged you to have a seat so you could tell your side of the story.

he listened. he’s always listening to you. he hears your sobs, how you apologize to the man and how that man didn’t take shit from your apologies. 

while you were explaining, nanami's jaw and hand tensed, something you missed to notice. how dare he yell at you and call you names just because you bumped into him? he considers those idiots to be garbage. he noticed your tears when you were explaining. were you genuinely convinced that his words were accurate?

"y/n, i'm so sorry you have to put up with that bastard." nanami sighed, wishing the man would suffer more consequences. 

“thank you for saving both geto and me..” you exhaled as you finished providing your side of the story. “and i’m sorry that i bumped into that man.”

nanami went silent for a few seconds but continued on. 

“y/n, people make common mistakes, especially bumping into someone. yes, you bumped into him by accident and you apologize, but that man made a big deal out of it. he shouldn’t yell at you and geto like that just because of that situation.”

you look up at him. “really?”

“it’s not your fault, y/n.” he nods. “please.. don’t blame yourself for it.” 

he’s right. it’s not your fault. but.. why do the man's words still haunt you? 

“you’re embarrassing to even be working here. you don’t belong here with that stickin’ fucking attitude!”

nanami is aware of your inability to go past the man's remarks. then a thought flashed into his mind. if you choose not to heed his consoling remarks, you will nonetheless be able to hear him through his words and, more importantly, by his deeds. he rose from his chair and approached you. you arched an eyebrow and gazed at him, puzzled, until all of a sudden you felt like you were being lifted off the chair and onto his desk. he moved closer to you, kicking the chair out of the way and putting his entire frame between your legs.

you swallowed without understanding what he was doing, but you could feel him kissing you, feeling his lips meeting yours, his hands reaching up to the back of your neck to intensify the kiss, the way he rubs against you swiftly and feels beneath your pants. 

“y/n..” he groans, breaking the kiss. “if you still feel guilty, allow me.. to distract you.”

“distract..?” you asked, panting heavily from the kiss. 

“yes.. will you let me touch you further?” you could feel his bulge and his firm grip intensifying, his hands now roaming your waist. 

he asks. he always asks. your comfort should come first when it comes to having sex. you nod and ask, “is your office soundproof?” 

nanami reached for the button on his desk to lock his office door. “now it should be.” 

you felt him carefully taking off each of your clothes as you drew him in closer for a kiss. he loves to savor the moment. knowing that his love is genuine, you whimpered as soon as you felt his warm touch against your skin. he gently grabbed your wrists as you attempted to take off his clothes by holding onto the blazer and pulling it out of him.

"let me do it.” he murmured, his voice growing raspier.

you moaned as he released his hold on your wrists and buried a kiss on your lower jaw. 

“don't worry about me, y/n. i’ll be concentrating on you. you don’t need to do anything right now."

with one arm, you heard him unbuckle his belt to remove his pants, and you felt him remove your top with the other, leaving you bare. nanami then catches both of your wrists, swiftly removes his silk tie from his shirt to bind them, and lowers you on his desk as you bury yourself in embarrassment, feeling your body and cheeks burn in the dark. feeling the cold glass against your skin makes you gasp, yet nanami's warm body from above soothes you. 

then, panting fervently, nanami removed his blazer and quickly unbuttoned his shirt while maintaining eye contact with you. you moaned as he took off his boxers and displayed his massive cock with loads of precum, leaving you to wonder how long he had been waiting. you looked away, preparing yourself for him, but as you felt his cock grind against you, he lowered himself to you and grabbed your chin to face him.

"nanami.." you whimpered, wanting him to fuck you already. 

“are you ready, y/n?” he asked.

you couldn’t wait anymore. you press up against him, hearing his seductive groan escape his throat.  

“yes, please..” you begged.

you thought he’s gonna take you here, but not yet. he had to get you prepared– prepared for the pleasure, prepared for him in particular. he will undoubtedly distract your mind from that man's insulting words.

he stood up and moved to kiss your thighs from below. you writhed as his wet, warm lips traveled up your thigh and onto that sensitive area of you– sensing his lips on yours. 

then without a blink, nanami then began to lick you, probing you with his tongue. you clasped your hands on your mouth to silence yourself.

the moment nanami starts to lick and suck you more quickly, your whole body trembles. his groans vibrate against you as his nose rubs against your sensitive areas. as if he were a starving guy, he’s essentially feasting on you. his name practically cried out of your muffled mouth. no matter how much you try to stop him, he will not stop until you are ready for him. it makes no difference how tightly you close your thighs. it's almost as if your legs are made of jelly from the overwhelming stimulation. 

you felt your stomach getting tighter and tighter, your body getting hotter and hotter beneath your muffled mouth, until at last you lost it. as you came, his mouth and chin were coated with your own juices. your chest heaves uncontrollably from the overstimulation as he laps at you eagerly, wanting a taste of your cum.

you can see he isn't quite content as your face flushes when you catch a glimpse of him. there's still hunger in his eyes. he is committed to capturing your attention—and yours alone.  

“i’m not done yet.” he panted in a low, grating voice.

and you're eventually here, biting your lip to contain your moans as you feel the intensity of nanami's thrusts inside you. and it appears you forgot his office is soundproof. nanami leans down to give you a kiss while your arousal is still in his lips.

"don't hide." nanami groans, feeling your warm walls squeezing him.

your voice is what nanami loves to hear the most when he makes love to you. as you felt him becoming larger, he lowered himself to gently suck your neck, your voice turning him on more and more.

"you're making me feel this way," he moans, breathing more heavily. 

“w-wha..?” you asked, feeling his warm breath on your neck. 

"allowing me to be the way i am around you. how much you turned me on, you know that?"

you squirmed, gripping his shoulders more as you became more vocal as you felt him stroking and pounding you. 

“n-namami..!”

“that’s it, y/n.. let it all out. let me hear you.”

you held onto him more tightly, unable to contain yourself any longer. nanami smirked as you screamed his name and he continued to mark your chest.

"look at how fucking gorgeous you are, y/n.” nanami spoke to you in such a way that you swear you felt like you were in heaven. with your thoughts numbed, all you could do was utter his name endlessly. 

“fuck.. i never regret having you here at my building.”

 you gazed at him genuinely as his words awakened you. did he really mean that?

"nanami." you whimpered, unsure if you should embrace him or cry in his arms right now. "am i always embarrassing you at least?" you added, wanting to hear more from him.

nanami left another mark on your neck by nipping you fiercely and giving you a hard thrust inside of you. you cried out as you felt his cock almost sinking more and deeper into you.

“never y/n, no, you never make me feel embarrassed." you drew him in closer, kissing him as a thank you.

you love him because he never tells you lies—his words are always accurate—you love him because he lets you be who you are around him, and you love that he says he never regrets meeting you and that you have never made him feel embarrassed. you could feel your eyes welling up with tears. not out of pain, but comfort. nanami gave you a kiss on your tears and grinned, the kind of smile he saves for no one else—not for his friends or acquaintances—but for you right now.  

his words quickly cause you to forget what the man said. you come to the conclusion that his remarks no longer pain you and that he's just a stranger you'll never see again. nanami’s prediction that he was going to distract your thoughts came true. 

“i love you, nanami!” you blurted out as you felt your high intensifying and his words sinking in. “i love you! i love you..!”

nanami chuckles with his hoarse voice. “i love you too, y/n. never forget that.”

nanami’s thrusts and strokes became rougher as your high approached, as you clawed his back to hold on to him. guess he’s getting close too.

“fuck y/n..” he moaned. “are you close?”

“y-yes!” you moaned. “i’m close! i’m close!” 

“then go ahead and cum, y/n. i got you.”

as you descended from your high, you cried out his name while cumming onto nanami’s fingers and feeling all of his warm cum inside of you. nanami groans loudly and moans your name as he came inside you, feeling your walls tighten around him and your cum finally coating his fingers and cock. you both panted as you sank onto his desk, and you whined a little as he slowly withdrew.   

when you noticed him sucking your cum from his fingertips, your flush got even hotter. he chuckled softly as he realized. he bent down once more to plant a kiss on you, allowing you to taste yourself once again. 

gazing into one other's eyes, you both release the hold on each other. 

“you think we can still go to our promised date?” you asked.

“are you asking me after our wonderful moment?” he grinned.

“y-yeah, just asking..” 

after giving it some thought, nanami asked, "is it possible for our scheduled date to double? i want to see how geto is handling his well being in light of what transpired. if you would still like to go to our primary promised date, that is acceptable.”

you gave a hurried nod. “actually i wanna see how he’s holding up too.” 

since you were having difficulty feeling your legs, nanami assisted you in putting on your clothes, and you made an effort to assist him as well. once you're both dressed, you give geto a call to check if he's still in the bar. it was fortunate for you both that geto was still there, enjoying food with gojo and shoko. shoko was also present in the bar, where she rapidly became a third wheel for the two of them.

nanami draped your bag over his broad shoulders and carried you bridal style. you two had no trouble leaving the building because, fortunately, nobody else was present. after that, nanami contacted his driver to arrange for him to grab you both and take you to the bar where gojo, geto, and shoko were hanging out. nanami assisted you in fixing your messed-up self during that period as the car picked you both up.

nanami carried you inside the bar even after you both arrived, where you both saw gojo consuming alcohol irrationally from the front at the booth table. geto and shoko both gave him a weary expression. you snicker at what you see. 

“having fun?” you teasingly asked. both geto and shoko shook their heads to you. 

“please save us.” geto sighed, taking a swig from his glass.

“getoo, i love youu~” gojo slurred. 

“i love you too, but you’re drunk right now.” 

nanami and you each had a seat saved when shoko patted the area next to hers. nanami seats you in between him and shoko. geto was trying to talk gojo out of drinking across from you. 

“y/n, whatever your alcohol tolerance is, please don’t be as overstimulated as him.” shoko giggled. 

“i won’t.” you grinned, taking the ambience. 

after that, you all enjoyed the bar food, with nanami feeding you, shoko going about her business, gojo being a clumsy man, and geto grudgingly lending a hand. 

you forgot about the man from the previous ugly remarks and were quickly replaced by nanami and this cozy moment. you appreciated this night with free beverages and free food that is paid by both geto and nanami. nanami responded enthusiastically to your prompt kiss on his cheek with a kiss on your forehead. he may do it with people he feels comfortable with around him, and that's with them right now. you are aware of and appreciate his lack of interest in pda. 

and with that, you all enjoyed this fantastic night together as you all toast a wonderful evening. 

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[anonymousewrites]

Nature of the Human Soul (Book 1) Chapter Four

Platonic! Hazbin Hotel x Teen! Reader

Father Figure! Alastor x Teen! Reader

Chapter Four: New Hotel Guest

Summary: An unusual demon decides to come to the Hotel.

            Charlie, having spent the afternoon trying to get people to come to the hotel, crashed onto the couch of the lobby. She literally couldn’t go on after such a disappointing experience.

            “So, how’d it go?” said Angel.

            Vaggie sighed. “Not a single new recruit.”

            “Yeah. Well, who would want to use their last days not fucking and fighting?” said Angel.

            Something banged on the front door, and everyone paused to glance at it. Vaggie approached and opened it. Sir Pentious stood outside with his hat in his hands and an awkward smile.

            “Why, hello, my dear—Wait, wait, wait!” Pentious backed up as Vaggie whipped out her spear to point at him. “I come in peace!”

            “What are you doing here?!” snapped Vaggie.

            “Vaggie, what’s the problem?” sighed Charlie, dragging herself to the door. She gasped as she saw Pentious. “Oh, hello again!”

            “I didn’t come looking for a fight!” said Pentious instantly. “I, uh, I heard that you’re helping people. People who want to be better?”

            “You heard right!” said Charlie excitedly. “Welcome to our home of healing. Our resort of restoration. Our—”

            “Are you fucking nuts?” Angel blocked the entrance of the hotel before Charlie could bring Pentious inside. “That chump was trying to kill us, like, literally six hours ago. And now you want to bring him in here to live with us?!”

            “Absolutely!” said Charlie. “This place is about second chances! And who deserves one more than this…slithery…slippery…special little man.”

            “Do you want to rephrase that and make him sound any less suspicious?” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes as they looked at Pentious.

            “He’s fine,” said Charlie brightly.

            (Y/N) looked at Vaggie. “Can’t you throw him out or something? Protect the hotel?”

            Charlie gave Vaggie puppy-eyes before Vaggie could say no. She sighed. “I…guess he’s not much of a threat without the war machine. Or even with the war machine.”

            Pentious deflated at not being thought a threat.

            “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” said Charlie, hugging Vaggie. “Sir Pentious, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

            “Oh, no, darling, thank you!” said Pentious. “You won’t regret this.” He walked inside behind Charlie.

            Angel and (Y/N) narrowed his eyes.

            “I’m going to kill him if he tries anything,” muttered (Y/N).

            “Charlie won’t like that.” Angel looked at them. “And can you even control your abilities?”

            “I don’t need magic. I’d be angry enough,” said (Y/N).

            “Fair enough,” said Angel. “I give him a week tops.”

            “So, this is the bar and the bartender,” said Charlie, bringing Pentious into the lobby. “This is the curtain, and this is the new wall after you break the last one, heh, and, oh, this, this is—”

            “Babe, you don’t have to show him every detail,” said Vaggie.

            “Sorry, I’m just so excited to have our first real guest!” said Charlie.

            “Uh, what the hell are (Y/N) and I then?” said Angel, crossing his arms.

            “Well, you’re an important part of our family here, Angel,” said Charlie, smiling. “But you, um, uh…”

            “Constantly make us look bad, sexually harass the staff, and have literally never once tried to improve?” suggested Vaggie.

            “I haven’t done any of that,” said (Y/N).

            “You don’t care about what you did in life,” said Vaggie, putting her hands on her hips.

            “Doesn’t mean I don’t support you,” said (Y/N).

            “And you just agreed to let Alastor teach you to use magic,” said Vaggie.

            “Personally, I think that’s a great idea for myself,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            Vaggie groaned.

            “What she means is, it’s just nice to have someone more actively interested for once,” said Charlie with a smile.

            Angel’s smile fell, and (Y/N) frowned. They hadn’t done anything bad since arriving in Hell. And, yes, they weren’t sure about how this experiment would work, but if anyone could do it, (Y/N) thought Charlie could help people. That had to count for something.

            …Alright, maybe (Y/N) could be doing more, but in their defense, (Y/N) never got to have any fun in life, so they were just trying to enjoy themself in death.

            “Over here we have our maid, Niffty,” said Charlie.

            “The bad boy is back!” said Niffty, running up to Pentious. She jumped onto him and grabbed the lapels of his shirt. “Never leave me again.”

            “We’re about eighty percent sure she’s harmless,” said Charlie, laughing nervously. “And over here we have—Oh, uh, Alastor!” The Radio Demon had come to the lobby. “—Our gracious Facility Manager.” Charlie cleared her throat. “You’ve met our newest guest, Sir Pentious…”

            “Ah, yes. You’re the one who ruined my coat.” Alastor’s grin sharpened. I definitely remember you now.”

            Charlie interceded before any violence could occur. “Well, I guess this is a great time for your first lesson.” She cleared her throat. “ ‘How to apologize.’ ” She smiled at Pentious. “The first step to becoming a better person is to admit when you are wrong. Why don’t you give it a try?”

            This is gonna be good, thought (Y/N).

            “Yes, um…Mr. Um, Radio Demon, sir, please forgive me for attacking you and ruining your very lovely coat…” Pentious smiled nervously and held up a small scrap of cloth. “Um, here.”

            Alastor took the scrap. “Oh-ho, not many people have been able to take even this much off me. It must have meant quite a lot to you.” Green flames ate up the cloth while everyone stared. Alastor grinned.

            Charlie decided to call a hotel meeting before anything else could go astray with the new addition to the guests.

            “Now, with a new resident, I think it’s important we all get to know each other, so we are going to play a little game,” said Charlie. “Everyone, follow me! My name is Charlie.” She clapped twice. “I like to sing.” Two claps. “And when we get to know each other, it’s the greatest thing.” Two claps. Charlie smiled and gestured to Pentious.

            “My name’s Sir Pentious,” said Pentious. He clapped awkwardly. “I like to build.” Two claps. “And despite my stupid Egg Bois, I think I’m very skilled.” He clapped.

            Charlie gestured at Angel, and he deadpanned. “This is stupid.”

            “This is not stupid, it’s just the game,” said Charlie, clapping and singing. “Sir Pentious did it well, so now please try to do the same.”

            “I am too sober for this,” said Angel.

            “I can’t make up a rhyme on the spot,” said (Y/N). They attempted a welcoming smile to make Charlie happy. “But I’m (Y/N).”

            In Charlie’s next attempt at bonding, she put together a skit for Angel and Pentious to perform. It was, of course, cheesy.

            “ ‘Oh, I’m a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs,’ ” said Angel. “ ‘Now, where’s an innocent kid I can sell crack to?’ Wow, who wrote this?”

            “It’s great, right?! Keep going,” said Charlie excitedly.

            “ ‘Hey, you!’ ” said Angel to Pentious, dressed as a stereotypical kid.

            “Who, me?” said Pentious, licking a lollipop.

            “ ‘Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some devil’s dandruff,’ ” said Angel, deadpan. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.”

            “Not me, I have to go home and study,” said Pentious proudly.

            “ ‘Come on, kid. It’ll make you cool like me. The crack head,’ ” said Angel.

            “The only cool thing here is to say no to drugs,” said Pentious. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage.”

            “Oh, bravo, bravo!” said Charlie, clapping. “Wow, Pentious, at this rate you’ll be redeemed in no time.”

            I don’t think we have this to a science, thought (Y/N).

            “I…I’m going to bed,” said Angel suddenly, walking away.

            “I am so proud of you, Sir Pentious,” said Charlie. “That was amazing!”

            “Thank you,” said Pentious.

            Angel’s face fell, and he took his leave before his disappointment grew. He wasn’t working as hard as Pentious, and while he was being redeemed, Charlie was leaving Angel behind.

            (Y/N) watched him go and frowned. Hopefully, he’d feel better soon.

            “(Y/N),” said Alastor.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N).

            “I believe we should begin your training,” said Alastor. His grin widened. “This will be quite entertaining.”

            (Y/N) had a feeling that meant just for him, but, hey, they were willing to do what it took to get stronger. (Y/N) needed to be strong.

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            “Focus,” said Alastor.

            (Y/N) narrowed their eyes on the roses growing in front of them. “It’s kind of hard with you interrupting me.”

            Alastor waved his staff, and recordings of various broadcasts played around him. “Hell is the land of interruptions and distractions. You must be able to work through everything if you are to have skill.”

            (Y/N) bit their lip and opted to focus on the plants. Alastor was right. They couldn’t argue with him; they needed to get stronger. Hell wasn’t going to be kind to them. It was up to them to grow strong enough to protect themself.

            Alastor watched their roses grow and the briars twist into thorny traps. He wasn’t ordinarily the type to teach or to help anyone, but this could prove useful. After seven years, times had changed in Hell. Alastor needed to ensure his power was recuperated and held onto, so if this young, naïve demon could prove powerful and teachable (manipulatable), then Alastor would “help” them. Then, they could help him.

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            (Y/N) had crashed into their bed after training with Alastor. It had been exhausting, but (Y/N) had started to be able to summon their magic, which appeared to take the form of plants—roses and briars. No matter how tired they were, getting stronger was worth it.

            “You slippery little shit!”

            A shout from Angel woke (Y/N) up, and they rolled out of bed quickly. Moving into the hall, they saw Angel glaring at Pentious as he cowered nervously.

            “You’re working for the Vees?!” snapped Angel. “I fucking knew there was something shitty about you!”

            “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” denied Pentious. “Whorebug!” He hissed out the word, and Angel tackled him in anger.

            “Whoa, Angel!” said (Y/N), reaching out a hand.

            Vines split the ground, grabbed Pentious and Angel, and dragged them apart before they could do any more damage to one another.

            “What’s going on?” said Charlie, yawning as she appeared behind them.

            “This little bitch is a traitor!” said Angel.

            “Preposterous!” said Pentious. “I would never betray you. You…are my best friends.”

            “Explain the camera you brought in,” hissed (Y/N), glaring and gesturing to Angel, who, equally pissed, picked up the tech in question.

            Charlie and Vaggie gasped, and Pentious flinched.

            “Ah! Abort, abort!” he cried, slithering towards the window. “SOS! Agent Pentious in need of immediate evacuation!” He looked at his wrist, revealing a watch with Vox’s face on it.

            “Pentious? Wait, you were caught?” said Vox. He laughed. “It hasn’t even been a day!”

            “Please, you’ve got to get me out of here,” said Pentious.

            “I can’t believe we thought you could handle even something this simple,” said Vox. “Do us a favor, if they don’t kill you, go ahead and do it yourself, you miserable failure.”

            Pentious stared at the watch, tears collecting in his eyes. “I…I…” He threw the watch to the ground and faced the group. “Just make it quicky, I guess.” He sniffled, stifling his sobs. “Not that I deserve it.” He curled up on the ground.

            “Gladly,” said Vaggie, hoisting her spear.

            “Wait.” Charlie pushed the spear back. “Pentious?” She extended a hand. Pentious looked at her questioningly.

(Charlie) “It starts with sorry.”

            She helped Pentious stand.

(Charlie) “That’s your foot, in the door. One simple sorry, Spoken straight from your core.”

            She touched his chest, and Pentious’s eyes widened.

(Charlie) “The path to forgiveness, Is a twisting trail of hearts, But sorry is where it starts.”

            Pentious stared at her, tears still in his eyes.

(Pentious) “Who could forgive a dirtbag like me, I don’t deserve your amnesty.” (Vaggie, Angel, (Y/N)) “Can’t we just kill him?! Shoot him and spill his blood?”

            Vaggie held her spear tightly, Angel pulled out guns, and (Y/N)’s vines reacted to their emotions.

(Charlie) “That’s an option you could choose.” (Vaggie, Angel, (Y/N)) “Works for us.” (Charlie) “But who hasn’t been in his shoes?”

            She smiled at Pentious, stepped past the group trying to attack, and extended a hand to him.

(Charlie) “It starts with sorry.”

            Pentious took her hand.

(Pentious) “Sorry.” (Charlie) “Dig down deeper and say, One sincere sorry.”

            Pentious looked at Angel, Vaggie, and (Y/N) earnestly.

(Pentious) “I’m so sorry!” (Charlie) “And your journey’s underway.” (Charlie, Pentious) “It’ll take time to cover. Your/my vast multitude of sins, But sorry is where it begins, It starts with sorry.”

            The song ended, and Charlie and Pentious smiled at each other. (Y/N) tilted their head. It actually seemed like Pentious was being honest. He was…changing.

            “I hated that song!” said Niffty, breaking the moment. “Why are you so lame?” She kicked Pentious’s tail. “Not a bad boy.”

            “Good first day,” said Charlie, still smiling gently. “Let’s get some rest.”

            She walked out of the room, Vaggie by her side. Angel gave a final glare at Pentious but walked out. (Y/N) followed but kept their eyes on Pentious.

            Can people actually change? (Y/N) hadn’t seen that in their life. But…maybe they just hadn’t seen the right people…

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[tonixe]

𝐏𝐎𝐕: 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘'𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘/𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐘'𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐅 + Drabbles

n.o.t.e.s - This has been floating around my head for months.

w.a.r.n - Sexual themes - exhibitionism and bits of voyeurism, dirty money, and fluff.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Kenny x rich!fem reader

w.c. - 603

★ Kenny in this story is 18+. So don't attack me.

★ The Reader is 3 years older than Kenny.

★ SFW

You would be a literal angel sent from heaven for Kenny and Karen, a guardian for both of them.

You help them with their financial problems, help them buy groceries and food, and visit them to see that there okay, even with buying them clothes.

Their parents would definitely enjoy you visiting them and helping out.

Kenny would definitely brag about you to his friends.

POV: When Kenny is bragging about you, I would feel Eric should definitely be annoyed, "WE GET IT, KENNY!" just basically screaming at him.

Imagine you and Kenny walking into the school as the 'it' couple.

You would take him out to the different types of restaurants, just basically spending money on him, like who wouldn't.

Imagine Kenny's face lighting up from all the good food he ate, literally shoving that food down his throat.

Karen would love to be around you; you would be her idol. She would draw pictures of you and show you with admiration. You both would be total best friends though despite the obvious age difference.

★ NSFW

Being Kenny's Sugar Mommy would definitely be a perk; you have him in your hands, especially in his state of the class.

He would be just a phone call away.

Imagine being his SM, and your in your office just feeling pent up and wanting a release, and you had him take a right on your desk. Your moans are audible while you are basically half-dressed, your clothes on the floor, your eyes feeling heavy as he just cummed into you.

Money would just be paper toys with you; you would always take Kenny shopping and buy him cute little gifts from expensive shops, Gucci, Prada, Louis Vuitton, Dior, and Hermes.

You would shower him with beautiful clothing, and gifts basically making him your own Ken doll. Every time you saw him wearing the clothing you bought him, you just wanted him to fuck you right there and there, even in the dressing room.

⭑ Imagine you and Kenny were in a luxurious clothing store, and Kenny came out looking pretty and handsome and making you so fucking horny, and you just forced him back in the dressing room. The staff thought nothing wrong, but you guys were fucking inside the dressing room, just milking him dry. As you guys pulled in a heated makeout.

He withdraws from his muttering, "We shouldn't be doing this."

"Just shut up and make me cum" you whispered.

Then you guys finished, as you just pulled out your black card, paid for the items, and left with a big smile at Kenny while Kenny was flustered.

Imagine this, appearing out of nowhere, where you saw Kenny just hanging out with his friends and walking up to them, stealing Kenny from his group to suck him off in a random bathroom.

⭑ Your head bopping down on his dick, as your down on your knee, having him all disheveled. His whimpering and moaning just make you weak and wet. When he's reaching his orgasm, you just teasingly start licking his tip, pumping him. Just looking at him innocently as you jerked him.

As you slowly took off your panties, lowering yourself down on him, making him needy while he gripped your waist. Wrapping your hands around him as he thrust inside of your moist cunt.

Clapping sounds, moaning, and whimpering was heard in the bathroom.

Kenny would be submissive when you are near; he is your little plaything.

Kenny would worship everything about you; it would be an honor for him to screw you or even look at your body.

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[neochan]

THE BODY SHOP (M)

PAIRING | idol bf!haechan x reader x idol!jeno

SYNOPSIS | in which haechan and jeno look damn good during the glass box performance.

WC | 4k

WARNINGS | haechan being hot in the glass box, choking, slight dumbification, fingering and oral fem receiving, hickies, hair pulling, dirty talk, brief mxm interactions, breeding kink, possessive hyuck, jeno has a daddy kink

A. NOTE | these past few days have given me whiplash. from the glass box incident (which inspired the original idea for this fic) to jeno at fashion week (which inspired him joining this fic), i have been unwell.

“i don’t think the fans understand how hard it is to do the choreography in that tiny ass box.”

haechans out-of-breath voice can be heard just outside the greenroom doors, just as the seven men filter into the room. jaemin and jeno have already stripped their shirts offs, revealing rivulets of sweat running down their chest and abs. their faces were easily just as bad, between the streaking makeup and a bit of hair dye staining their temples, the boys looked a mess.

chenle and jisung stumble in together and immediately crash on the couch, pulling out their in-ears and grabbing their phones from where they left them on the table. chenle props up his foot and a staff member runs over to hand him an icepack, “can’t believe they had me perform. my ankle still fucking hurts.”

“welcome to sm entertainment.” jisung mutters under his breath, before putting a water bottle to his lips and gulping it down.

“give me some of that.” chenle hisses, and snatches it out of his bestfriends hand.

renjuns manic laugh echoes off the cinderblock walls when he strolls in. “y’all will never guess what the fuck they just posted to twitter.” he outstretches his hand, phone screen turned towards the boys and displays a half-naked photo of jaemin.

“how did they take that?? i didn’t take it off till i was under the stage?” jaemin groans and buries his face in his hands.

“must have been a venue staff leak. be more careful buddy.” renjun sends a sympathetic pat to the older boys shoulders and moves on to the dressing rooms, opting to change out of his stage fit earlier than the others.

haechan and mark walk in last, their stage outfits untucked and disheveled. a staff member rushes over to them and hands them water bottles, curt thank yous and bows exchanged before she scurries out of the room.

the bright red haired boy walks over to where you were lounging on a chair, and grabs your hands, “you know,” you start, giggling when he wraps his arms around you and starts to plant tiny kisses on the side of your neck, “i don’t think the fans care if it’s hard to dance in the box, especially when you look that fucking good doing it.”

your boyfriend nuzzles against you, the heady scent of his sweat masking you like a thick cologne, “you thought i looked good?”

nodding your head, you pull back to capture him in a kiss. jisung groans and throws his empty water bottle at you, effectively clipping you in the head and making mark and jeno laugh.

a part of you wants to walk over there and reprimand jisung for throwing something, but your attention is stolen away when haechans lips find your ear, “they basically had me thrusting against the glass, remind you of anything?” his hands wander around your waist before grabbing two handfuls of your ass.

“hyuck!!” you squeal, pulling away from him and darting out into the hallway. from behind you, you can heard the other boys groaning and laughing, but a split second later, haechan is following after you. the both of you knew what you were searching for.

an empty room of course.

when you push open a random door that leads into an empty greenroom, you waste no time in pulling haechan in and fumbling for a lock behind you that doesn’t seem to be there.

“you’re so needy tonight, what has gotten into you.” he grins, pulling you into his lap after he sits down on the couch dominating the center of the room.

“the box, haechan! you in the box. thrusting, pushing your hips into the glass, smirking at the camera when jeno grinds on top of it? pulling yourself up while he ground down… it’s too much for me to comprehend, i felt like my head was gonna explode when i saw the footage!” you’re nearly out of breath once you finish your tiny, horny fueled monologue. how did he not understand how good he looked in the box? how he drove you insane when he smirked while body rolling. “not to mention you kissed the fucking top of the box when jeno…”

you make a mental note to show him the footage from twitter later.

“are you telling me you have a thing for one of my best friends, or…? he jokes, his hands running up and down your sides, sometimes caressing your back.

your fists beat against his chest softly, “no you clueless bastard. i have a thing for you!”

“good. because you’re mine.” the words send a chilling thrill through you, and you shiver against his touch.

he slowly presses his hips up against you, his upper body rolling ever so slightly, “you liked seeing me do this?”

your brain feels fuzzy when you feel his hard on pressing through his black faux leather pants and against the lace of your panties. you thank your lucky stars you wore a dress to the concert.

“y-yes, where did you learn that.” surely, he couldn’t have been taught that during rehearsals.

his voice drops an octave when he responds, “baby, i learned it from fucking you.” your arms circle his neck and you grind down against him, lips brushing his. god you wanted to kiss him, but he opens his mouth to say something again, and you have to stifle the urge to shut him up, “i wish all my fans knew too. i only look good in that damn box because of how good i fuck my girl, yeah?”

delicate fingers thread themselves in your hair right before he pulls you close, claiming your mouth in a needy kiss. it’s hot and desperate, and his tongue felt burning hot when he slipped it past your own only to swirl around it again and again and again, until you both were a moaning mess, pressing against each other tightly. you could feel every rigid muscle through the flimsy fabric of his white t-shirt, and it drove you crazy.

“god i love you.” he whispers when you pull back, catching your breath, “i should perform in the box more often.” a chuckle slips past his lips, but you quickly squash when you go back to kissing him, swallowing any and all noise he makes, even the small whimpers he makes when your hand snakes around his throat and slightly squeezes.

a flurry of kisses is pressed to his jaw and he moves his hands to the back of your head, holding you close to his honey skin, “no hickeys please.”

“nothing makeup can’t fix.” you mutter, painting his collarbones blue with lust.

“you’re insatiable.” he groans, right before digging his fingers into your hips and lifting you off the couch. he carries you to the table off to the right, just out of view of the doors window, and sets you down on it.

“wanna remind you of what i learned,” he pouts, reaching for the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head. his chest is so pretty, deeply tanned and muscular in all the right places. a few faded hickies scatter across his chest like a constellation, “since you think i looked so good in that damned box.” your heartbeat flutters erratically when he reaches up under your dress and pushes your panties aside, “already wet for me? that performance did all this? i don’t wanna sound cocky, but damn. i’m that hot? of course i am, i’m lee donghyuck.” he smirks, and your eyes roll back into your head when he slips a finger knuckle deep into you.

“h-hyuck!”

you grab his wrist, but he shrugs you off with the other hand, “stop it. need to prep you.”

he takes his time then, at one point getting on his knees so he could suck your clit. you had grown ecstatic, grabbing the back of his head to keep him there, now pistoning two fingers in and out of you while making out with your clit. you vaguely wondered if the lewd noises could be heard from outside the room, but when he slipped a third and final finger into you, you couldn’t care to remember what you were wondering about in the first place.

no matter how much haechan loved that you wore a dress, he couldn’t help but wish you had worn a t-shirt. he felt like he was neglecting your boobs, and with the way your dress was cut, there was no way he could get access to them.

next time, he thinks.

for now, he’ll focus on making you remember just how he learned to dance like that.

“gonna fuck you dumb baby.” he mumbles while standing up and undoing his belt. he tosses it to some corner of the room, probably never to be seen again, and quickly undoes the top of his pants. his cock springs free, heavy and thick, and so deliciously yours, with precum already leaking from the tip, “it’s been a while since we’ve… i … if i finish fast, i’m sorry.”

you giggle into your palm, ‘hyuckie, don’t worry baby. i just wanna feel you in me, please.” you take the liberty of hiking your skirt up a little more.

“whatever you say princess.” he presses the head of his cock against you, lightly tapping your clit a couple times which makes you jump and shake the table beneath you.

he moans when you grab him, mouth lolling open as you guide him to the space between your thighs. you help him slowly sink into you, his head dropping low, chin resting against his chest, at the feeling of your walls pulsing around him.

“oh…oh”

this was a heaven he forgot about. between rehearsing and touring, there wasn’t much time for the simple pleasure of feeling your body connect to his. oh how he missed it.

“fuck… you – you’re so tight.” his soft groaning rumbles in his chest, and he takes a second before moving again, the warmth of you around him pushing him way too close to the edge already.

for you, feeling haechan slowly fuck into you made your mind go fuzzy – like t.v. static, only punctuated by each sound he made. it felt almost like a dream, one that had you cushioned and caged, the sweet smell of your boyfriend filling your head and making you forget your name. who were you? you didn’t know. only haechan and his cock filled your rotten brain.

your head lolls to the side and haechan takes the opportunity to bend down and attack your neck with wet kisses that leaves you wrapping your legs around his waist to draw him deeper. he kept a shallow pace at first, but as soon as you cage him, he thrusts all the way in; so deep you have no choice but to scream his name and throw your arms around his neck.

“fuck, so good hyuck… right there!!”

he chuckles against the skin of your throat, now sucking harsh bruises into the skin, sure to appear darker tomorrow. painting you in love bites was his favorite past time.

“love this cock, huh?” he’s cocky about it, but he’s earned the right to be.

“mhm.”

“yeah? then take it like that good girl you are.” he pulls almost all the way out of you before slamming into you, one of his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat. driving his hips into you, he pulls back to admire your pretty face, the mascara you had was running down in streaks, pleasurable tears filling your eyes at the sensation of him brushing your g-spot.

you chant curse words like a mantra in tune with his thrusts. your mind tries to form sentences, but all you’ve been left with is incoherent mumbles that haechan finds absolutely adorable.

“is my cock driving you dumb,  baby?” rapidly nodding your head, he tightens his grip on your throat, “good. my name should be the only one you can remember.”

“what about mine?” the voice startles the both of you, but haechan doesn’t slow down his thrusts or remove his hand from your throat, nor does he look over his shoulders to see who it is. he’s spent years with the guy wavering in and out of the door way, there was no need to see who the voice belonged to.

from where you were on the table, you could see just past hyucks arm, and standing with one hand on the door handle, still shirtless and dripping in sweat, is jeno. hair dye runs down his temples, and with each step closer he takes, you can make out the rising hard on pressing against the fabric of his stage pants.

who knew how long he had been standing there, listening to and watching the way haechan fucked you. some part of you should feel shy, but it’s just the opposite when you lock eyes with jeno.

“ah jeno!!” haechans voice is a little too cheery for how hard he’s fucking you now, but he sticks his tongue out between his lips and furrows his brows as if he was concentrating super hard, “my beautiful girlfriend here was just telling me how hot she thought my – our, performance was and fuck – she, shit… stop it or i’m gonna cum.”

you were purposefully squeezing around his cock, driving him deeper and deeper, and you could feel him twitching inside of you every time you did it. your hands, which were behind you, supporting your body weight, move to tap his hand which was cutting off your airflow now, and making your head cloudy. he loosens his grip but doesn’t remove it fully. he liked having control like that.

jeno had moved off to the side now, still out of haechans view, but close enough to where you could touch him if you reached a hand out. his eyes were trained on you, taking in the way your hair was disheveled, and your makeup ran down your face.

you knew you should tell him to fuck off; to leave because he interrupted a private moment, but you’d be lying if you said his gaze didn’t make you feel hotter, make the place between your thighs wetter. haechan must have felt the same way because he’s fucking you with so much vigor, your mouth falls open, and you, under some sort of fucking spell, can’t find the strength to close it.

haechan continues while staring deep into your eyes, “she really liked the part where you were grinding on top of the box, and ya know, i was doing the same in the damn thing.”

“is that so?” jenos voice is deep and quiet, almost as if he knew all along how you felt.

“mhm. and in that tiny brain of hers i bet she’s wishing she could’ve been in the middle of us.”

you’re so taken aback by haechans teasing words that you rapidly blink before stuttering out, “n-n-no that’s not tru-ue.”

“you sure?” it’s jeno that pipes up, moving closer to you with such inquisitive eyes you felt like you were gonna explode.”

“she says it’s not true, but her pussy’s basically dripping over my cock.” he smirks, cocking his head to the side, “does the idea of being sandwiched between us turn you on?”

you feel like you’ve been caught red handed, totally embarrassed. the hot blush creeps up your spine and displays itself on your face and chest, make hyuck laugh, and jeno crack a smile.

“guessing that’s a yes, huh baby?” nodding your head slowly, you close your eyes. maybe pretending jeno wasn’t in the room would calm your fluttering heart. “jeno…”the boy in question grunts and you notice he’s palming himself through his pants.  “she even went crazy over the fact that i gave you a little kiss through the glass.” haechan speeds up his thrusts, and you can feel him twitching like crazy, “whaddya say we put this post-concert adrenaline to use and give her another show?”

you don’t know what you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t this.

jeno doesn’t say a word, just angles his body so that he was facing haechan yet still beside you, and he leans in, fisting your boyfriends hair and tugging harshly, making the older boy yelp in surprise right before kissing him. it’s a nasty kiss full of desperation and passion, with haechan whimpering against jenos mouth. at one point you see a flash of tongue, and you’re surprised that not once did your boyfriends tempo falter. the scene is so incredibly hot, you can’t believe it’s real.

after a couple seconds, jeno releases his hold and takes a step back, leaving haechan dizzy yet he still fucked you with so much energy.

“did that turn you on?” jeno whispers to no one in particular, and both you and haechan nod your heads, “good. now would you mind if i fucked your pretty girlfriends mouth? i’m so hard right now… i just need release.”

for the first time since he stepped in the room, you speak up with astounding clarity and coherence, “after that performance, why don’t you have haechan do it.”

it was meant as a joke, but jeno looks at your boyfriend expectantly. the both of them burst into laughter, “pretty girl, i don’t want my dick in his mouth no offense. that kiss was just a little something for you.”

you’re so close to seeing stars when haechan switches up his pace, driving circles against you, “o-okay but i don’t- can’t you fuck me jeno? not my mouth…me?”

the two boys exchange looks, one of jealousy shadowing on haechans, but jeno waits patiently for a response.

“just let me cum first okay? then i’ll give you what you’re really looking for baby.”

your boyfriend quickens his pace again, brushing your sensitive walls with the head of his cock. his fingers dig into your side as he loses himself in the feeling of your cunt sheathing him. a string of curses falls from his lips, mixed with your name. jeno just stands and watches with an amused expression, and it’s not long before milky white ropes of cum are painting your walls, the skin of your inner thighs, and some dripping onto the floor. haechan keeps going until the sensitivity is too much and his face is scrunched in pleasurable pain. “fuck, fuck okay.” he pulls out slowly and fixes himself in his stage outfit, “come on baby, let’s go.”

a laugh bubbles in your throat and pops out when he picks you up and brings you to the couch. haechan lays down on his back and pulls you on top of him, “lay down on top of me baby, but spread your legs a little for jeno.”

you do as your told, and before jeno has time to walk over, you realize what haechan is doing; he’s sandwiching you between him and jeno. “you’re fucking nasty babe.” you whisper, only for him to hear, and he chuckles, kissing your cheek.

“come on jeno, don’t you wanna fuck my cum back into her before it drips all out?”

“don’t gotta ask me twice.” the younger boys voice is deep and husky and sends a wave of pleasure rippling through you.

haechans hands thread through your hair to keep you in place before kissing you deeply. you stay like that for what felt like hours, kissing your boyfriend while laying on your belly, his cum dripping down your thighs, before finally your feel the couch dip under the weight of three people.

jeno furrows his brows and grunts, “think ‘m a little bigger than haechan.”

you moan out a response against haechans lips, but the sound dies in your throat when you feel the head of jenos cock moving against your entrance. in a split second, he’s pushing into you, filling you up so much more than haechan had.

“fuck, fuck, please, jeno right th–”

haechan is quick to grab your jaw, “you don’t get to say his name, okay? mine should be the only one you’re remembering…call him something else or don’t acknowledge him at all.”

“what am I supposed to call him?” you squeak out, jeno now finding a pretty quick rhythm that suits his style. usually he liked fucking rough, but with haechan under you, he knew he couldn’t drive you into the couch cushions like he wished he could.

“call me daddy, pretty girl.”

your boyfriend almost bursts out laughing underneath you, “you have a daddy kink? that’s kinda perverted”

jeno’s voice drops ten octaves, “you better watch what you say while i’m fucking your girl. might just have to put a baby in her.”

haechans laugh is cut off quick, and he squirms underneath you as if he was trying to push you off, but he doesn’t say anything.

“right there daddy!!” you squeal.

jenos cock plunges in and out of your sopping cunt, abusing your g-spot, but what has you jolting in pleasure, is his hand snaking around your waist to rub at your clit. he hits the right spot instantly, pushing you into such a euphoric state, you feel like you’re floating.

your first orgasm hits harder than you’ve ever felt, leaving you reeling and moaning into a kiss hyuck has you captured in, and quickly, your second snakes up on you before you know it. by some miracle, you’re still coherent, no matter how hard your legs are shaking.

the boy behind you doesn’t let up, no matter how much you beg him to slow down. it seemed like he knew your body better than you did, and you could tell your boyfriend was growing evermore jealous.

“i think she likes daddies cock more than yours,” jeno taunts haechan, who only rolls his eyes, and keeps kissing you, “want my cum pretty girl?” you try to moan out a response, but jeno angles his cock so that he’s brushing over your g-spot so intensely, all you let out is a high-pitched whine, “gonna take that as a yes.”

it’s not like you notice when he finishes in you because haechan has taken up all your other senses. his hands grab at your dress, pushing and pulling the fabric so he could touch the skin of your neck, peck kisses along your throat and leave tiny bruises in his wake. for some reason, he’s moaning underneath you, as if the vibrations from jeno pounding into you from behind has somehow traveled to his own dick. “you’re so fucking dirty, yeah? liking it when my friend floods that pretty pussy.” you incoherently nod your head, “you should be thanking me for allowing this to happen.”

you don’t respond. all too busy with the feel of jeno practically splitting you open.

when you don’t respond, haechan pokes further “come on, say thank you for letting jeno fuck you.”

“thank you sir for letting jeno fuck me.” the boy behind you lets out a long groan as he empties himself into you, messily mixing his, haechans, and your arousal. he stays there for a few, gently rocking his hips into you again and again until haechan pushes up.

“get the fuck off of us now, i’m getting squished down here.”

moving off of you, the dark haired boy stands up and fixes himself decent, “i like being called daddy, but something about the way she says my name… you’ve got a good one hyuck.”

you can barely speak, but the words dribble out of you slowly, “i feel like i’m being objectified right now.”

haechan wraps his arms around you, “not at baby… not at all.”

you feel sleepy, but you had enough sense not to doze off in the rec room as the busses would be leaving soon. god forbid they left you behind like they left renjun that one night.

“come on, lets go find a bathroom to get you cleaned up.” your boyfriend rubs your back gently, placing soft kisses to the top of your head, “and remind me to tell the choreographer the glass box is a hit. i’ll perform in it every night just for you.”

#haechan smut #jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nohyuck smut #nct dream haechan smut #nct dream jeno smut #jeno x reader #haechan x reader #nohyuck x reader #nct haechan smut #nct jeno smut #jeno x reader x haechan

[mika-writes-fanfics]

Make it up to you

Professor!Touya x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: You're assigned to be the teaching assistant for the new, attractive instructor at your university. His name? Professor Touya. Ever the good student, you hope to maintain a professional relationship with him and stay in good standing, but when he publicly embarrasses you in front of the entire class, all that is thrown out the window. 

Warnings/tags: Colleg AU, quirkless AU, older Touya (coded to be in his 30s), female reader, student/teacher's assistant reader, professor/student relationship, dumbification, fingering, creampie, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms (female), public sex, usage of sir, public embarrassment, lots of dirty talking, messy sex 

Author's note: Huge shoutout to @dabisqueen and @history-be-written for being my beta readers and giving me good suggestions. I appreciate you guys sm!!! This fic truly wouldn't have turned out the way it did without you two. 

Word Count: 7.9K

“So,” Your friend turns to you, asking you in piqued interest, “Who’d the department put you with? You know who you’ll be an assistant for yet?”

“Yeah, I was told I’ve been placed with ‘Professor Touya Todoroki’,” you answer. The name is completely unfamiliar to you, though, you’re hoping she has at least heard of him before.

It’s your turn to ask her a question, and you choose to say, “Have you ever had him?”

Much to your dismay, she shakes her head no.

“Nope, never had him,” she replies. You frown slightly at her answer. Turning to  your friend’s roommate, you hope  to find that she has had some sort of interaction with him. 

“What about you? Have you had him before?” You question her. Just like your friend, she shakes her head, much to your disappointment. 

“I haven’t,” shesays. “I don’t even think anyone else has talked about him before either. I’ve never heard his name in my life.”

Damn. 

You were wanting to hear your peers' experience with your soon to be ‘boss’ of sorts, so that you could prepare yourself, but it seems you’re shit out of luck. You’ll just have to go in blind.  

“You know, they hired a new professor this semester. It might just be him,” your friend points out. She smiles at you mischievously before adding, “And rumor has it, he’s hot as fuck.” 

“Ooooh, how lucky. I’m jealous,” your friend’s roommate giggles. You scoff at the reaction. 

“No reason to be. He’s my professor, ‘s not like I can, you know, do anything with him,” you counter. 

You check your phone, seeing that the time to meet the new professor has come. “I gotta head over to his office before his lecture starts. I’ll catch you around.”

“See you later then. Have fun~” your friend farewells in a singsong voice. 

You chuckle at her antics and make your way over to the department building and to his office. When you get there, you stop to peer through the window on his office door, trying to see if he’s inside. Luckily, he’s there, looking down at a paper in his hand, unaware of your presence. 

You notice right away he doesn’t look like the rest of the university staff. He looks quite a bit younger than the rest of the aging faculty. Though, he was still a couple years your senior, in his early thirties at least. What makes him really stand out to you, apart from his piercing cyan eyes and dark, shaggy hair, is the way he dressed. He’s wearing tight black jeans, a form-fitting white button up, an expensive wristwatch, and black Converse. You can’t help but admire his intense, blue eyes as he studies the sheet of paper in his hand, too focused to notice your staring. Your eyes travel the expanse of his face, taking in his features. 

You remember your friend’s words, her little comment echoing in your brain. ‘Rumor has it, he’s hot as fuck,’ you’re reminded. For once, it seems her gossip is true. Even you can’t deny it; Professor Todoroki is very attractive. 

But you won’t act on your feelings, you can’t. You’re supposed to be his assistant after all! And so, with that thought in your mind, you snap yourself out of your daze. You take a deep breath, steeling your nerves and suppressing your desires, before knocking on the door.

He looks up from his papers and glances at you through the window in the door, before beckoning you inside his office. You swing open the door and take a few tentative steps into the room. He quickly looks you up and down, just for a split second, only for his eyes to settle back on your face and look at you expectantly. You hate how his overt glance at your body flusters you and makes you feel hot all over. 

“Excuse me, are you Professor Todoroki?” You ask with a soft voice. 

“Yep, that’d be me. Although, you can just call me Professor Touya. I don’t use my father’s last name,” he explains. His deep, smoky voice worsens your nervousness. The way his voice drawls has butterflies swarming in your stomach. He tosses the papers he was reading off to the side and approaches you, smirking down at you. “But what can I do for you, sweetheart?”

The pet name is something you’re surprised to hear coming from your professor. It borders dangerously on unprofessional, and yet, you find yourself letting it slide. Hearing him say something like that to you sends a wave of heat between your legs. 

Keeping your cool around him is not going to be easy, especially if he keeps calling you that. 

You start by introducing yourself and telling him your name before continuing. “I’m sure the department informed you already, but I’ll be your TA for this next semester,” you start. “I look forward to working with you.”

He hums in response. 

“So you’re my little assistant? Gonna help me with all the long hours grading, hm?” He asks. 

“Yes sir,” you answer. There’s a darker expression that flashes on his face, but it passes just as quickly as it appeared. He narrows his eyes slightly and lazily leans against his desk, supporting his weight using his forearms. Underneath the fabric of his button-up, you can see the muscles of his arms flexing. 

Oh god. 

He’s fucking ripped too. 

“You know, the other faculty told me about you,” he mentions. You can’t help but quirk up at the comment, feeling curious. What did the other teachers say about you? 

“Nothing bad, I hope,” you joke. 

“They all said you were a good student. Never a rule breaker, always professional. Top of your class too, I heard,” he starts. It fills you with a sense of pride and accomplishment, to hear your hard work has gotten you some recognition. You’re practically preening at the praise. And yet, it feels like there’s something else he wants to add. He straightens up and leans off of his desk. The space between you closes as he stands dangerously close to you. 

“But there’s one thing I think they got wrong,” he counters.

You tense up as your mind reels. His voice lowers and he adds, “I’m willing to bet you’re not as good as they say you are.” 

Your brow twitches in annoyance at his bold claim. Just who does he think he is? 

You clench your jaw, biting down the urge to snap back. He’s your superior. You can’t just yell at him and let him have it, not this early in the semester at least. Thus, you settle for tense questioning. “And just what is that supposed to mean?”

“I guess we’ll find out,” he insinuates and takes a step back. The distance between the two of you gives you space to breathe, space to fume. “We’ll meet an hour before class to go over the lesson plan. I give a lot of tests over the semester, so come by every afternoon to help with grading.” 

Oh great. 

You’ll be spending most of your week nights with this hot asshole. 

“Understood?” He asks. His cobalt eyes bore into yours as he looks at you expectantly, waiting for your response. 

“Yes sir,” you answer flatly. Despite your lack of enthusiasm, he seems to grin at your agreement. 

“Hm, sir. That’s not something I’m used to hearing from my students,” he teases. There’s a darker look in his eyes that disappears as quickly as you notice it. “Your underclassmen tend to be more… casual around me.”

“And does that bother you?” You ask, suddenly feeling a bit awkward at your apparent odd choice of words. 

“No,” he says, quickly denying it. His voice seems to drop an octave, and he adds, “I prefer it, actually.”

There seems to be something off about the situation, something greater lying behind the surface of his words, but you can’t seem to figure out what greater meaning lies underneath something as simple as an honorific to him. 

The tension is broken after he clears his throat and leans off of the desk upon looking at the clock. “But enough of that,” he starts. “Our first lecture is scheduled to start soon. Let’s start talking about the lesson plan.” 

If there’s one thing you've learned about Professor Touya over the course of the next few weeks, it’s that he’s both fun to talk to yet incredibly strict. He has a penchant for teasing you and the two of you often banter with one another, but despite the growing bond forming between the two of you, he still insists on you calling him sir. 

You suppose he still wants to maintain at least a bit of an aura of professionalism between the two of you. And so, despite how awkward it feels, you continue to address him as such, unaware of the little quirk in his smirk that always follows. 

In speaking with him and sitting in during his lectures, you find yourself being intrinsically drawn to him like a moth to a flame. You reason it’s because you admire his remarkable intelligence, amongst other enigmatic qualities.

He’s driven. Witty. Mysterious. Captivating, even.

With how much he has going for him, it’s no mystery why the university hired him; he’s easily one of the brightest minds in his field, and an engaging professor as well. You could learn from him. 

Yeah. 

That’s all it is. 

You just want to learn from him, is all. 

That’s why you’re gravitating to him.

You don't want to think about him outside of class.

You don’t want to think about the way his attractive smirk gives you butterflies.

You don’t want to think about kissing those soft lips of his as you stare at him speaking.

And you definitely don’t want to think about his fingers descending down your body and touching your aching core. 

You try to avoid thinking about those less than pure daydreams you have about him, both out of self respect for yourself, considering the insulting implication he threw at you during your first meeting, and out of aversion to entertaining lewd ideas about your professor. However, despite this conscious decision, your subconscious has other plans. You find yourself often stealing glances his way, admiring his attractive features, much to your own dismay.

Today is another instance of your subconscious betraying you, and your eyes are now fixated on him, taking in the frustrated scrunch in his brow and tensed shoulders. He abruptly stops setting up the presentation on the computer and walks over towards the windows in the classroom. In an attempt to get respite from the rising heat in the room, he cracks open all the windows. 

“You’d think with the high tuition they’d have enough money to fix this damn AC already,” Professor Touya scoffs. The building’s lack of cool air is a well-known problem, which is why you wore such a thin, short dress today in the first place. It was too damn hot to show up to class wearing much else.

He sighs in annoyance as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and rolls up the sleeves, revealing something that has your breath hitch in your throat.  They start from his wrists and travel up his arms. Shades of purple and blue accent his black ink work, the hues of blue matching his mysterious, cerulean-colored eyes.  From what you’re able to discern, his tattoos go even farther than just his forearms. You wonder just how many he has, and where. The curiosity makes your mind entertain some less than pure ideas, picturing his bare skin and imagining just what kind of ink work he hides underneath his clothes. You try to reign in these fantasies of yours, but you’re too busy drooling over him.

Too busy to even notice that he’s caught you staring. 

He smirks to himself upon seeing you ogling him. His hunch was right, there was something more between the two of you; an unspoken, mutual sexual tension. Though, you seem to be fighting your apparent attraction to him, he could see it in the way you quickly caught yourself and looked away, avoiding looking at him much more at all. He’s hoping he can change that. Maybe he can make you see there’s no shame in it. He’d be more than happy to indulge your naughty fantasies. 

He lazily glances at the clock, seeing how the scheduled lecture will start shortly. It’s then that he remembers something. He leans closer to you and taps the desk, startling you and flustering you with his sudden closeness, and requests, “Hey, I had some handouts for today’s class printed out upstairs. Will you go pick them up for me?”

“Yes sir, I can do that,” you agree. 

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he says. And with that, you leave the class and head to the printing room. Shortly after you leave, a couple students trickle into the room, all belonging to the same close-knit clique of fraternity members. They each take their usual seats and continue to talk amongst themselves freely. Their conversation is painfully loud. He can hear them all the way from the front of the classroom, even though they sit far in the back. 

“Aw man, that hot TA isn’t here today,” one of the frat boys bemoans. “She’s usually around before class.”

“Fucking bummer,” another complains. “Was hoping to get her number.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t mind getting a piece of that,” the other agrees. “She’s a total fucking nerd but I bet she’d be a decent fuck.” They all loudly laugh at that comment and continue making their comments about you. 

He knows their type, and just how it would end for you should you associate with them. Besides the fact that they’re all idiots and that alone would be enough to disappoint you, you would be wasted on them. Those frat boys wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like you. They wouldn’t know how to make you cum. They wouldn’t make you completely dumb with pleasure. There’s just something special about getting a normally smart girl to completely fall apart for him, to give a girl so much pleasure that everything else melts away. And truthfully, he wants to take you there. He wants to see just what it would take to fuck you stupid. He has to know, just how much pleasure does it take to turn your brain to mush.

His desire for you is why these frat boys irk him so much. They casually talk about seducing you into their bed like you’re an easy lay. But the fun that comes with you is the cat and mouse game, the deliberation in your brain between suppressing your attraction towards him and wanting to cave into your own desires. Your little errand couldn’t have come at a better time. He’s glad you’re not here to give them an opportunity to make a move on you, but he can’t keep sending you away before class starts to spare you the misfortune of these idiots making a pass at you. 

No.

He needs to send a little message to the competition. 

And lucky for him, he’s got just the idea. 

More students start filing in as he makes his plans. He has everything thought out, and all that is left is the final piece: you. But shortly before Professor Touya starts the lecture, you make it inside the classroom, papers in hand. You attempt to start passing out the handouts, when he stops you in your tracks. He takes the stack of sheets from your hands and haphazardly tosses them aside.

“I thought they needed that for today?” You ask, thrown off by the apparent change in plans. 

“Nah, we’ll just have them copy the diagram themselves for today. I saw some research that suggested it helps more with memorization. You’ve seen their test grades, the students need all the help they can get,” he lies. You can’t help but genuinely chuckle at his light jab at his own students. As much as you think it’s a waste to discard the handouts– if Professor Touya believes it’ll help the students, you won’t argue with him. 

“Alright, whatever you say, sir,” you laugh. The lecture starts as it normally does and follows the previously discussed lesson plan, until it comes time to show the students the diagram. He turns to you mid-lecture, about to ask you for some sort of assistance. 

“You’ve got better art skills than me. Draw this diagram. Top of page ninety,” Professor Todoroki instructs. He slides over his copy of the textbook, pages turned to a rather complicated figure. It’s far too much information to draw from memory. 

“Sure thing,” you answer. You pick up a marker and uncap it, before holding the textbook in the crook of your arm. You’re about to start copying the figure near the bottom of the board when he interrupts you. 

“Ah, I’m going to write more notes there in a minute. Why don’t you put it over here instead?” He points far up the whiteboard to some blank space tucked in the upper corner. Your stomach sinks at seeing where he wants you to place the diagram. You’re regretting wearing such a short dress today. But still, short dress or not, you have to do this. Maybe… Maybe you can manage it, without flashing the entire class? 

Without much of a choice, you study the diagram, balancing the heavy textbook in one hand while you reach up the whiteboard with a dry-erase marker in hand. You start to stand up on the tips of your toes and you try to aim for a slightly closer area of blank space, all the while your mind is preoccupied with the hem of your skirt. You’re dangerously close to accidentally erasing all of his previous notes, something you’re not too keen on doing given his strictness. 

“Having trouble?” Professor Touya teases, with an amused grin on his face. 

“No, ‘m fine,” you lie. Not that you would admit it to him, but it’s more than just a bit awkward to both hold onto the book and stand up high to draw the figure. 

“Here, let me,” he insists. He comes up behind you, his crotch just barely brushing against your ass. Your breath gets caught in your throat at your body involuntarily stiffens. You internally cringe at how something so simple as a passing touch makes your body feel hot. 

He plucks the textbook from your hands, allowing you a bit more freedom of motion to stand up higher and draw with precision. He sidles up next to you and holds the book open for you. Still, even with his help, it’s still hard to draw exactly where he wants you to. Your dress already feels rather high on your legs as is, you’re sure disaster would happen should you stand up higher. 

“Come on, you’re almost there, just stand up a little more,” he encourages and goads. You almost jolt when you feel a warm hand touch your waist, egging you on to push the envelope just a little further. Not wanting to disobey him, you do as he says, though the regret is instant. The skirt of your dress hikes over your hips and reveals the curve of your ass. A sharp, hushed silence sweeps over the room. Your ears feel like they’re burning and tears are welling up in your eyes at the sheer humiliation you feel in this moment. You draw the figure anyways, albeit carelessly and sloppily. 

You just want this to be over. 

But since your back is turned to the class, you’re completely unaware of the silent exchange happening between Professor Touya and the frat boys in the back row. While you are doing as he asked, ever his obedient assistant, he’s busy glowering at his competition. 

The message is clear. 

You are off limits. 

When the diagram is finally drawn, you straighten back out and place your feet flat on the ground. You should be a bit relieved when your dress finally covers your body once more, but you’re unable to feel that respite. The damage is done, and you’re now left to simmer in your own embarrassment. 

“Is that all you needed from me, sir?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper and thick with emotion. There’s a lump in your throat forming as you fight back the urge to cry. 

“Yeah, that’s all, sweetheart,” he answers, in a manner that’s almost a subtle attempt at soothing you. You let out a shaky, uneven breath. 

“Okay,” you say through a tense sigh. Your voice cracks when you speak once more, “I-I’ll be in your office to… get started on grading.”

You dismiss yourself and nearly rush out of the classroom, all too eager to distance yourself from the source of your shame. Once you’re in the safety of the hallways, you freely let the tears flow down your face. You’re at least thankful the halls are somewhat sparse, meaning that few are able to see you fall apart like this. The last thing you can handle emotionally is someone asking you what happened or if you were okay. Talking about it would just make the humiliation much more real.  

When you finally reach Professor Touya’s office, you close the blinds on his door behind you and prop yourself up against the desk with your hands. You try to recollect yourself, to no avail. Your shame just eats away at you. But at least with his office so far out of the way of all other classes and the blinds drawn down, no one can see you fall apart like this. You can stew in your emotions somewhat privately, at least until Professor Touya gets back. 

Professor Touya.

You want to sneer at the thought of him. The more you think about what happened during the lecture, the more you can’t help but assume he wanted to embarrass you on purpose, like the asshole he is. He enjoys toying with you too much, but this time, he really went too far. You think you’ve been much too cordial with him. When he gets back, you swear you’ll give him a piece of your mind. Fuck professionalism, that was thrown out the window when he forced your hand and caught a peek up your dress. 

Speak of the devil, or rather, think of the devil, and he appears. More time than you thought must have passed while you were smoldering in your feelings, as Professor Touya leisurely strolls into his office, now apparently finished with the lecture. You wipe your tears on the back of your hand, trying to make yourself look a little less weak in front of him and steeling your nerves to tell him off. 

“So what the hell was that about, huh? Why do you get off on being an absolute dick to me? I know you did that shit on purpose,” you accuse. He makes his way over to you and stands in front of you, partially caging you against the desk. The close proximity to him makes you feel hot with what you assume is indignation.

Yeah, that’s what this feeling is.

You despise him.

He doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to let you vent out your frustrations, taking the spite you hurl at him. You’re very much angry at him, filled with so much frustration that your voice is unsteady as you yell, “You’re such a fucking ass. And for what! I did nothing to you, I’ve been nothing but helpful and polite. What could possibly make you want to humiliate me like that? What have I done to make you hate me like this?”

“Oh sweetheart, I don’t hate you,” he soothes. His voice sounds much more husky when he adds, “Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Well I still think you’re an asshole for that little stunt you pulled, even if it wasn’t because you hated me,” you counter, speaking in between breaks in your voice. There’s still tears breaking past your lash line as a consequence of feeling so heated. Your emotions are only further worsened by the confusion you feel. If it wasn’t a malicious attempt to knock you down, why would he do such a thing to you? 

“I know, I know,” he agrees. “How about I make it up to you then?”

“How could you possibly make it up to me?” You question as your voice cracks under the weight of your emotions. You move to wipe your face when he beats you to the punch, brushing away the tears falling down your cheek with his thumb. His hand stays on your face and he tilts your chin to him, angling your face closer to his.  

“Well, I could start by making you feel good, give you something else to think about,” he insinuates. Your breath gets caught in your throat at his implication. “I know you feel it too, this tension between us. I’d love to indulge your fantasies about me, if you’d let me.”

You part your lips, searching for the right words and the strength to reject him, but with his face hovering tantalizingly close to yours, lips mere inches away, you realize you don’t have it in you. 

Fuck. 

You want him so bad. 

“P-please,” you whisper. He has a shit eating grin on his face at your meek and embarrassed begging. 

“What was that? You’ll need to speak up, sweetheart, I can’t hear you,” he teases. You swallow the lump in your throat, and lock eyes with him. 

“Please, make me feel good,” you say again, this time with a little more conviction. 

“Atta girl,” he praises. And with your agreeance, he closes the distance between the two of you and slots his mouth against yours. A gasp escapes you at the feeling of his lips working against your own. Your yearning and daydreaming didn’t prepare you for the intensity of this, for the pure wanting behind every movement of his lips. 

The kiss becomes more and more heated as he presses his body further against yours, leaving little space between the two of you. His tongue dips out from his mouth and runs along the seam of your lips and you part slightly, allowing him the space to slip the wet muscle inside. You find yourself shuddering at the contact and gripping onto the fabric of his button up as a way to tether yourself in this moment. It’s almost a bit embarrassing just how much you’re melting into his touch from something as simple as kissing. Your body is eating it up regardless, sending waves of warmth throughout your entire being and pooling between your legs. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks, after parting from the kiss, his breath fanning over your lips. Although you’ve been dreaming about this moment, and you desperately want to feel his touch all over you, your mind can’t help but chime in; you shouldn’t. 

You really shouldn’t. 

But with his hardening cock pressing up against your stomach and professionalism now abandoned, you throw caution to the wind and give in. You give him a nod and allow his hands to roam over your body. It’s almost dizzying to feel his touch, especially when his hands palm your chest and grope your ass, squeezing the plush flesh in his hands. He dives back in to press his lips up against yours in an intense, crushing kiss once more. You whimper against him, flustered at the feeling of his hot touch over your clothes. You’re becoming drunk on lust just from touches alone. 

Your arousal is heightened as the hands at your ass trail to the front, reaching your hips, before snaking up your dress. His fingers press against your clothed mound. He smirks into the kiss upon feeling the wetness already clinging against the fabric. 

You whine at the loss of friction when his fingers pull back, but the absence of his touch is short-lived. He hooks his fingers under the waistband of your panties and tugs the clothing down your thighs. You part your legs to allow him to completely rid you of them, leaving your cunt now bare before him. You’re glad the blinds on his door are drawn, preventing anyone else from seeing the debauched sight of your panties on the floor in front of your professor. 

The pads of his fingers teasingly trace up your inner thighs, slowly inching bit by bit up your legs and making his way to your aching core. You let out an involuntary gasp when he finally grazes your pussy, his touch now no longer separated by a layer of clothing. 

His fingers run up and down your folds, spreading your juices over yourself and teasingly avoiding sinking into your eager hole. You squirm and jolt every time the tips of his fingers brush against your clit. His warm touch on your engorged bundle of nerves sends jolts of pleasure up your spine. The embarrassment and shame melts away into pure, unadulterated desire with every drag of his fingers over your slit, leaving you wetter and wetter. Your slick coats his fingers as he grazes over your hole. He looks down to see his skin glistening with your wetness, causing him to suck in a breath at the sight. 

Realizing he’s teasing himself by waiting any longer, he decides to give you what you’ve been wanting. Two fingers finally dip inside of your heat, slowly at first. You let out a breathy moan as his digits sink into you. When they bottom out inside of you, you want to squirm at how full you feel with just his fingers alone. They’re the perfect combination of long and thick, stretching out your cunt with ease. 

A sharp inhale escapes you when he slowly pulls out, almost entirely, before pumping back inside of you. He sets an agonizingly slow pace at first as he watches your every reaction, studying what movements and angles have you panting for him. Ever observant, he effortlessly finds your most sensitive spots and hones in on them before quickening his pace. 

Your legs tremble and shake with every harsh thrust of his fingers, bringing you closer and closer to cumming with little effort on his part. He knows just how to curl them up, just how to press the ball of his hand against your clit, just how to get you panting for him. The relentless pumping of his fingers in and out of your hole sends floods of wetness to your core, coating his fingers with your slick. Moans loudly tumble out of your mouth when he slips another into your heat. Though as much as he’s enjoying hearing your slutty moans, he seems distracted. 

He puts his palm over your mouth and leans into your ear. “Shhh, someone’s coming,” he hushes. “Might wanna quiet down unless you want your classmates to barge in and see your pussy full with my fingers.”

You don’t have to see him to know he’s smirking at the comment, feeding off of your apparent embarrassment. The sounds of footsteps and talking nears closer and closer to the door. Knowing your classmates are nearing the door while your legs are obscenely spread for your professor and stuffed full of his thick fingers makes you feel hot with humiliation and overwhelmed with panic, but the pleasure Touya gives you is too much to give up. And so, you bite back your moans in an attempt to stay completely silent. Your body tenses with the risk of getting caught, causing you to clench down even tighter around his fingers. But even though you’re desperately fighting back the urge to whine and wail for him, with very obvious strain, the bastard keeps pumping in and out of you. You just hope the sound of wet squelching isn’t audible through the door.

“I can’t see in, the blinds are closed. Is he not here today?” A student asks, her question partially muffled through Touya’s office door. 

“No, he’s here. My roommate just left his class a while ago,” another student replies. The door knob jiggles as she tries to open the door. You hold your breath, expecting it to swing open and to be caught in the act. 

Only, it never happens. 

The knob refuses to yield to the student’s attempts. She mutters out of frustration, “Damn, must be in a meeting right now. His office is locked.” 

“Huh, I guess we’ll come back tomorrow,” the other classmate shrugs.

You sigh in relief, letting some of the tension dissipate. So long as you’re quiet, you can make it through this without anyone knowing what went on in his office. Still, even that is proving to be a challenge with the way his fingers continue to slam in and out of your pussy. Your knuckles turn white as you grip onto the desk like it’s your lifeline, pouring all your urge to moan into tensing your hands. His half-lidded, cobalt eyes stay trained on your face, seemingly searching for something, while a lazy and smug expression plasters his own face. 

A change in the angle of his fingers sends shockwaves of pleasure through your body and a stifled squeal wrangles past your lips. He snickers at your failed attempts at staying quiet. You instantly feel yourself sweating, either from the anxiety or from quickly racing towards your peak, you’re unable to discern. Hopefully the students didn’t pick up on it.

Much to your horror, one of the students speaks, “Wait, did you hear that?”

“No? What’d you hear?” The other asks in confusion. You cringe, worrying that their curiosity will lead to your social downfall. If they know someone is in there, they’ll demand you answer them. Should that happen, you’re sure Professor Touya will make you answer the door. Not only that, but with the way he’s eating up your embarrassment, you worry he’d make you answer their questions, all the while he still fingers you out of view.

“It was like… a squeak or something,” she explains. 

“Might have been a mouse, this building is super old ya’ know,” the other offers. 

The suspicious student laughs and says in disgust, “Ew, let’s just get the hell out of here. Lab starts in 5 minutes anyways.”

You can’t seem to hear the sound of their footsteps leaving over the sound of your heartbeat in your ears and the wet noises of your cunt gushing around his fingers. Evidently, Touya hears. “They’re gone, sweetheart,” he whispers against the shell of your ear. The feeling of his breath against your ear has you shuddering in response. His hand retracts from your face, no longer muffling your sounds. “Since we’re alone again, why don’t you let me hear those loud, slutty sounds of yours, yeah?” 

He starts to mouth your neck, intermixing his kisses with rougher bites against the delicate skin of your throat, leaving behind blooms of teeth marks and hickeys in his wake. It’s almost as if he wants everyone on campus to talk, like he wants your classmates to know you slept with him; the marks all over your neck damning evidence of your hookup. The sensation of his lips all over you  and the curving of his fingers against that bundle of nerves inside you has you keening for him, whines now freely escaping your mouth. 

“A-ah, feels so good,” you moan with a drawn out voice. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you in earnest, spurred on by your sweet sounds echoing in his office. You let out a choked noise upon feeling him speed up, and your walls clench down on his fingers, sucking them further into your heat. He can tell you’re quickly nearing your peak with the way your pussy flutters around him, contracting wildly.  

He pulls away from your neck and mutters against your skin, his breath fanning over the sensitive flesh, “Yeah, my fingers fucking your cunt feel that good? Gonna come on fingers then?”

The sound of his deep voice spewing such filthy words pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you like a harsh wave, stealing your breath away at the impact. You loudly moan as your cunt contracts around his fingers, all the while he continues to pump in and out of you, working you through your release. True to his orders, you gush around him, and your slick freely leaks from your sensitive hole. He finally relents and pulls out of you when you squirm from the overstimulation, attempting to wriggle away from the excessive pleasure. A pleased smirk paints his face upon seeing his fingers glisten with your wetness in the light. The sight gives him an idea, one that goes straight to his cock just at the thought.

“Open up,” he commands. The fingers wet with your juices hover over your lips, waiting for you to follow his demands. You shyly part your lips, allowing his fingers to slip into you. The tang of your own slick touches your tongue and you hold eye contact with him as your mouth closes around his fingers. 

The feeling of your tongue swirling around his digits and the sight of your lips closing around him has his mind racing. He can’t help but think of how your mouth would feel on his cock and how filthy you would look on your knees for him, pretty face nestled against his pelvis and teary doe eyes looking up at him. But he’ll save that for another time.

He needs more than just your mouth right now. 

Once his fingers are sufficiently cleaned off by your tongue, he pulls them out. He surges forward and kisses you, sliding his tongue past your lips. The taste of you still lingers in your mouth. He lewdly moans into the kiss, feeling that much hornier upon sampling your taste. 

“Shit,” he curses against your lips after pulling back. “You taste so good.” He dives back in, passionately kissing you once more and tangling his tongue with yours. “Fuck, sweetheart. I’d bend you over this desk and devour this cunt, but I’m just dying to be inside you.”

“I need it, I want it too. Please, take me,” you beg. Never once did you anticipate you’d be begging for your professor to fuck you in earnest. Never once did you think you’d see the smirk on his face at your lewd pleading. And you certainly didn’t believe you’d ever feel his hands slide under your dress and lift it over you, unclasping your bra along with it, leaving you bare before him. 

He pulls back from you and starts to unbuckle his belt. The sound of the metal clinking in the room makes your ears burn at the lewdness and your pussy clench in anticipation. He frees himself from the confines of his dark jeans, leaving you salivating at the sight of him. 

You want to drool upon seeing how he’s quite thick and long, with prominent veins running along his shaft. You’re then pushed down flush against the top of his desk, splayed over a mess of papers, and he hooks one of your legs over his shoulders. Your breath hitches when he positions his cock in between your folds with his other hand and runs the head up and down your slit, collecting the slick dripping from you and lubing his cock. 

He locks eyes with you as he finally pushes the tip in, relishing in your expression as he slowly slips in, inch by inch. Meanwhile, your full attention is focused on the way his thickness stretches you out and how the veins on his shaft drag against your walls as he sinks into you. You feel a bit breathless when he finally bottoms out and his tip kisses your cervix. 

He starts to pull his hips back until his cock nearly slips out, before pushing back into you and filling you up once more. You feel completely stuffed. True to his words, you can’t think about anything else, the embarrassment you felt frowning more and more distant in your mind and being replaced by sheer, mind numbing pleasure. 

But when he really starts rutting in and out of you? 

Your brain is filled with cotton. He can tell by the way your eyes glaze over and soft moans sound from your parted, panting lips that he’s slowly fucking you stupid. It fills him with a bit of pride to see you being reduced to a brainless, horny mess for him, and the realization goes straight to his cock. 

“T-touya,” you stammer and moan upon feeling his thrusts increase in tempo. You never called him by his first name before, but now that he’s inside of you, it was reasonable for you to believe the two of you are well past formalities. 

“It’s still sir to you,” he growls, correcting your slip up. He punctuates his statement with a hard and deep thrust, making you sharply gasp. His stern voice draws a shudder out of you and you find yourself clenching down on him. 

“‘M sorry, s-sir,” you apologize. You can feel his cock throb in your walls at the honorific. Even through your lust clouded mind, you put the pieces together. 

Oh.

That’s why he liked you calling him sir. 

“Yeah, that’s better,” he breathes. “Like the sound of that out of your mouth more than my name. Keep it up, sweetheart.”

Spurred on by your words, he hooks your other leg over his shoulder, slightly raising you off of the desk and angling his thrusts to hit even deeper inside of you. You grip onto the edges of the table as he fucks into you harder. 

He’s canting into you so deeply and sharply that the desk shakes with every harsh clap of his hips against your thighs. Papers scatter onto the floor, picture frames fall flat on the table top, pens spill out of their holders and clatter onto the ground, all the while he chases one goal: to make you a stupid, incoherent mess from his cock. 

His pace quickens and you bite down on your knuckle in an attempt to muffle your whines and moans, not wanting to fill the entire wing of the building with the sounds of sex. You feel the pleasure rapidly building as he hammers into you, pressing up against that sponges bundle of nerves along your walls. It’s easy to tell he is feeling the same, as more and more deep moans and curses tumble from his lips while he ruts into you. The sound of his voice moaning out for you combined with the angle of his cock pushes you to the verge of orgasming. 

“Hah, fuck. ‘M close. Wanna cum, sir. Please make me cum,” you desperately beg. He throbs at your dumbified state and from the word sir coming out of your mouth. 

Shit, he’s getting close too. 

“Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over these papers then?” He asks, amid pants. He becomes drunk at just the thought of you cumming and dripping all over his cock. It sends a shock wave of pleasure straight between his legs and he rambles on, “Think you can squirt f’me too?” His hips brutally snap into yours, giving you the friction you need to finally be pushed over the edge. 

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, fuck!” You chant, slurring each of your words in drunken pleasure. You finally fall apart with a silent scream, and just as he was hoping, you gush around him.

“That’s it, cream all over my fucking cock, sweetheart,” he encourages. Strings of your slick cling to his cock and snap with every clap of his pelvis against your skin. He continues to thrust in and out of you, recklessly chasing his own release as you lay below him, now teetering on the edge of overstimulation. 

Your pussy clamping down on him and your walls fluttering finally pushes him over. His hips stutter and he cums with a deep groan, painting your insides white. 

He stills, momentarily keeping his cock nestled in your walls, as he lowers your legs back down against the desk. Slowly, he pulls out of you, glancing down between your legs to see your combined releases leaking out of your hole. He watches, eyes transfixed, as his seed slowly starts seeping out of you and pooling on the sheets below. 

The two of you really did a number on his desk, and his entire office, for that matter. You lay there on the table, dazed and panting, attempting to catch your breath and come back down from your high. He can’t help but smugly chuckle at your dumbified state, before he tucks himself back into his pants. 

“What a mess you’ve made,” he teases. He walks off and heads to the door, about to leave, when he turns over his shoulder and adds, “Make sure to clean up after yourself.” 

You steal a glimpse at the wrecked state of the desk, partially horrified at the wetness pooling between your legs and onto the assignments and handouts. You stare at the wet spots on the sheets of paper. 

Fuck. 

Maybe it’ll dry off. 

You hope so, at least. 

Your face burns when you walk into his classroom the next day. You make eye contact with him as you go to stand near the computer, bringing up the PowerPoint for the lecture. The situation is more than just awkward. 

How do you proceed from here? 

You’re not even sure what to say to him, if you’re supposed to greet him as usual. Your mouth feels dry from nervousness, and you take a drink from your water bottle. A student then walks up to Professor Touya, thankfully taking the heat off of you to speak to him. 

“Professor Touya?” The student starts, preparing to ask him some sort of question. 

“Yes, what is it?” He answers. 

“Did you spill something on my papers?” The student confronts. You choke on your drink as he presents his graded assignment that looks to be partially sullied by water damage, only you and Professor Touya both know- that is definitely not water. 

“Hm, good question. I’m not sure, my TA graded most of these,” he deflects, feigning ignorance. He thinks for a moment, before snapping his fingers and saying, “You know what? Why don’t you ask her? She might know what happened.” 

To your horror, the student takes his suggestion, turning to you and interrogating, “What is this? Is this milk?” 

“Haha, yeah. Milk. It’s just milk,” you force out. You wish you could crawl into a hole and disappear at this moment from the sheer amount of embarrassment you feel. You awkwardly apologize, “Um, sorry about that.” 

“I mean, it’s okay I guess. Accidents happen,” the student shrugs.  

“Alright, if that’s all, we have to set up for today’s lecture. If you’ll excuse us,” Professor Touya intervenes. The student then walks off to take his seat as other students start trickling in. With the student now out of earshot, you confront him. 

“I hate you so much right now,” you say. “That was so embarrassing!” He chuckles at your situation, evidently very entertained by your dismay.

But as much as this circumstance embarrasses you, you can’t help but want more of last night, ruined papers be damned. Feeling bold, you ask, “Make it up to me?”

He gives you a cocky smirk, thrilled to know you want to be fucked dumb yet again. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” he agrees. “I’ll be waiting in my office whenever you want me.”

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