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tobiosmilktea · 3 years

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hiii can i request tsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo where they’re in a secret relationship and the reader feels like they’re hiding her bc they’re ashamed of her ? like a hurt too comfort type of thing? thank u bb 🥺🥺

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secret relationships w/ atsumu, kenma, oikawa, and kuroo

a/n: i have so many angst requests,, yall must like getting hurt 💀 also this wasn’t as angsty as i thought it was gonna be since im going through writers block yet again and i can not handle pain rn (also not proofread, so read with caution lmao)

— m. atsumu

it honestly surprised you at first, the way someone like miya atsumu returning your feelings the moment you told him you liked him near the start of the school year

there wasn’t that instant gratification though, knowing that one of inarizaki’s golden boys still felt out of your reach

despite being in a relationship with you, it wasn’t like anyone knew of it besides osamu and your closest friend

of course you didn’t really mind as you’ve always thought couples who were obnoxious with their relationships 24/7 and constantly making out in the hallways wasn’t your cup of tea either, so you get why atsumu wanted to keep it a secret

besides, with a guy so popular like him, you really just thought he was sparing you from the harassment (not that it would be bad if all the girls crushing on him new)

you get that he was just trying to protect you, and yet the more you thought of it, the more than it was simply just an assumption and you really didn’t know why your relationship was kept secret

it wasn’t like either of you would get backlash in any way, so what was the problem?

you weren’t exactly the type to be the most insecure either

sure, you were aware of the flaws you had, but it wasn’t something you were ashamed of as you learned to get used to it

yet it’s hard to fully love yourself when your boyfriend isn’t even comfortable with the fact that no one knows you two are even together

you hated jumping to conclusions, but you couldn’t help but to think the worst case scenario—was he ashamed of being with you?

you honestly thought the idea was impossible

if he was seriously ashamed of the thought of being with you in public, why would he even waste all those months dating? were all those dates and nights sneaking out to see each other for nothing?

it was like this for weeks with the way your own thoughts sabotaged you as you stood next to him during lunch

in moments like this in school, surrounded by your classmates and acquaintances, you and atsumu were only friends who sat next to each other occasionally and shared conversations that only friends would have

only friends

god, you hated the way that atsumu wouldn’t even look at you the way that he would when you two are alone

was he that embarrassed to be with you?

you didn’t want six months of all your hard work and effort of making time to be with him for nothing,, you had to do something about it

everyday, you, atsumu, and osamu would walk to school together with osamu typically walking ahead of you and your boyfriend

most couples would hold hands as they walked together, but atsumu had made it explicitly clear as the closer they get to school the farther they had to be from each other to avoid suspicions

thinking of it now, it sounded wrong to begin with and you had no idea why you even agreed to do such a thing

the school was close, maybe a block away and instead of slowing down your pace to create a gap between you and atsumu, you stubbornly stayed next to him to which he flickered you a weird look

he shrugged it off but the moment you two passed the gates and into campus, you slipped your hand into his

without missing a single beat atsumu immediately pulled his hand away from you with a look on his face that held all the questions running through his head at that very moment

“what are you doing?” he asks, almost in a harsh whisper

a frown melted upon your expression at how quickly he pulled away, almost as if he was disgusted by you. “i um, didn’t know you hated the thought of people seeing us together so badly.”

you didn’t know where all your strength went as it disappeared the moment you needed it the most

yet as you were about to walk away, atsumu tugs at your wrist lightly and pulls you into his embrace—his warmth and comforting scent of chamomile from saved you from the embarrassment that was tainting your cheeks red

“no, no it’s not that,” he mutters, lips tickling your forehead. “i just wanted to keep you to myself a bit longer.”

— k. kenma

you honestly weren’t surprised at the fact that kenma wanted this relationship to be kept secret

he never seemed like the type to be in a relationship let alone get the attention of being in one in the first place, yet it irked you to the core

it was fine at first; acting like you two were just friends while at school or at volleyball practice and it wasn’t at all weird or out of the ordinary

maybe that’s why you were okay with it in the first few months of your relationship with kenma as you were always near him the majority of the time

yet you constantly had to fight the urge to not be so touchy with him from wanting to hold his hand to leaning your head onto his shoulder—you often had to stop yourself especially in front of your friends and his teammates

you were good at keep secrets, but it was absolute hell not being able to even tell kuroo considering you always hung out with him too (it was a given obviously but you digress)

kuroo is a bit curious in his closest friend’s antics so his constant teases of how you and kenma would be such a cute couple annoyed you to your core

he laughs as if you and kenma being together would be absolutely impossible and wouldn’t happen in a million years, and yet here you two were, pretending to laugh at his jokes and agreeing and it would be, in fact, impossible

as mentioned before, you’re more annoyed at keeping your relationship secret rather than angry

your actions were more abrupt and cold rather than your usual warm self and kenma definitely noticed

despite his usual calm and collected expression that he has on a daily basis, it covered up his own emotions of blatant insecurity and worry that you were losing your feelings and losing them quick

the last thing kenma wanted was for everything that happened between the two of you to be wasted over his own fear of being judged for being with you

you were his first in everything and he certainly wasn’t going to let you become his first heartbreak either

he worried about this for a few days, overthinking while he played video games with kuroo, lev, and yaku that they noticed how quiet he was being over the call

it was then did he impulsively asked kuroo to go on a separate voice channel with him just so he could blurt out, “i’m dating (y/n).”

and to his surprise, all his best friend said was: “yeah, i know. (y/n) told me.”

“what? why?” kenma asked with confusion evident on his visage

“she had no one else to go to vent.” kuroo answers, his amused laugh echoing through kenma’s headphones. “don’t worry, i won’t tell anyone.”

“thanks, but... i think (y/n)’s angry at me and i don’t know what to do.”

“she told me that she was getting tired of keeping your relationship a secret. she asked me if you felt embarrassed or even ashamed of being with her.” he explained.

confusion and a bit of worry washed over kenma as his words suddenly faltered, “i could never be ashamed of being with her,”

“then i guess, you should tell her that.”

“what should i do?”

his best friend lets on a smirk (not that kenma could even see it, anyway), “i’m so glad you asked.”

you weren’t exactly sure what you expecting to be honest

you knew there was something going on between kenma and kuroo as if they were planning something intricate, but you weren’t bothered to even ask

perhaps you were still in that petty mindset of giving kenma the cold shoulder after having to keep your relationship on hold all the time that stopped your curiosity

sure, it was a bit childish, but you were planning on talking about it with kenma the moment he came back into the classroom after going off somewhere with kuroo

which by the way, where the hell were they? lunch was ending soon and you needed to talk to you boyfriend asap

the timing was almost perfect the way the thought of him entered your mind was at the same time as his familiar blonde hair walked back into the classroom with a melon bun and a canned drink in his hand from the vending machine—your favorites

“i noticed you didn’t eat lunch, so i bought you this.” he says, placing them down onto your desk.

“is this supposed to be your way of apologizing to me or something?” you mused at him.

there was a faint smile on kenma’s face when you did. this was your usual self, one that constantly smiled at him rather than deadpanned and cold. “no,” he simple put it. taking in a breath of confidence before pressing his lips on the corner of yours. “but i was hoping that would.”

with wide eyes, your eyes scanned the room to see if anyone noticed, afraid at the fact that you broke the first rule. despite being a blushing mess from a minuscule peck on your cheek, there was an inkling of confusion still evident within you, “why did you do that?”

“kuroo told me everything.”

“i knew that guy couldn’t keep a secret,” you mutter as you tried to ignore that infamous feeling of butterflies in the pit of your stomach. “i don’t think people saw, so they won’t think we’re together—”

“what if i wanted people to know we’re together?” ded asf

— o. tooru

you honestly should’ve known oikawa was going to keep this relationship between the two of you a secret since the moment he confessed his feelings to you

what else could you have expected from aoba johsai’s most popular boy wonder with an actual fanclub full of naive girls

perhaps you’ve become naive yourself considering you dealt with months of having your relationship constantly being swept under the rug, psyching yourself out that he was doing this for your sake

and you understood that

it was the reason why you even agreed to keep your relationship on the downlow considering how annoyingly notorious oikawa’s fangirls were, they wouldn’t have let you see the light of day if they were to find out

if you were in fact being honest, there was a period in time near the beginning of the relationship how cautious you were being—barely talking to oikawa unless it had to do with school, avoiding his gazes during class, and even swallowing your pride by just watching his fangirls flirt with him and there was nothing you could do about it

you honestly had to give yourself a pat on the bat for dealing with six months of this treatment

you figured it wouldn’t be that bad, especially after schools where you and oikawa could finally have alone time to yourselves, but even those times alone with him there was a lingering feeling of tension and unease

the thought of someone from school even finding out of you two being together even affected your relationship outside of school hours

you were tired of waiting outside the school gates for hours just for him to come out of volleyball practice and apologize that he couldn’t walk you home yet again

you figured that oikawa had grown far to used to seeing you waiting for him all the time that it was practically common sense that he was going to reject you again and again

you had to stop waiting for him at some point, but there was an inkling inside that for once, just for once, he would look at you with a smile so sweet that he would finally go with you

but not once has it happened

was he really that afraid of people finding out of his relationship with you that he’s willing to disregard all your hard work to even make this thing (whatever is was) to even happen?

if you were truly being honest with yourself, the only reason why this relationship is still up and active for this long is all because of you

you’re the one always asking him when he’s available during the weekends so you two could finally see each other, you’re the one always texting him first, you’re the one always being the most understanding of the situation

and yet it’s almost like oikawa isn’t even batting an eye at how difficult it has been for you

you absolutely hated jumping to conclusions and thinking of the worst case scenario and yet here you were, suddenly drowning at the possibility that the only reason why oikawa wanted a secret relationship was because he was ashamed to be with you

it was a thought that kept you up at night, tainting your optimistic thoughts of hope that this relationship would actually work out to decimate into thin air

the more is simmered in your head, the worse it became—what if his feelings that he confessed to you was a lie?

you hated overthinking

but if you really thought about it, even before you and oikawa dated, neither of you two were close. just two acquaintances in the same class that occasionally shared answers with each other just by the convenience of sitting nearby

you even went as far as believing that him dating you was just a joke, that this whole goddamn relationship was just some mindless prank just because he was bored

six months of wasted time. you were over it

the next day at school, you didn’t even look at him, you didn’t smile or even acknowledge the way he said good morning to you (as a friend does)

you figured he’s probably too dense to even notice, but he did. the usual glow you had each morning when you said good morning back to him was gone

he already missed the way your gazes would meet and how he would constantly find himself lost in your irises, but now you couldn’t even look at him in the eye

the only person who’s aware that you and oikawa were dating was iwaizumi. it was a given as who else would oikawa ramble on and on and on about how pretty you looked or how smart you are if it wasn’t his best friend?

if anything, iwa was the only guy oikawa could complain about how you were ignoring him

“maybe she’s bored of you for once,” iwaizumi cuts straight to the point. there was really no point in beating around the bush

offense was written all over oikawa’s face, utterly surprised, “how could she?”

“you can’t keep your relationship with her a secret forever, you know.” his best friend goes on to explain, “with the way things are going with you two acting like you’re nothing but acquaintances, (y/n)’s bound to lose her feelings.”

“but i don’t want her to lose feelings for me! and it’s not like i can suddenly tell all my fangirls that i’m dating someone, they’ll freak!” whines oikawa.

“why do you care about your fangirls’ feelings more than your own girlfriend? seems to me, it doesn’t even look like you care about (y/n) at all the way she’s constantly waiting for you after practice only to be rejected.”

it’s obvious iwaizumi wasn’t here to sugarcoat

“i just don’t want them to harass (y/n)...” oikawa reasons, trying to ignore the way his heart drop at iwa’s words like a gripping poison

“then that’s your job to tell those girls to back off.” he suggests, “they literally treat you like a god, surely they’ll listen if you tell them to leave her alone.”

the following day, you came across oikawa waiting outside your door, dressed in his uniform with his gaze lingering about to occupying his attention

“what are you doing here?” you ask him as you close your front door behind you. he’s probably here to break up with you, you thought to yourself

you had to force yourself to ignore the way your heart dropped at your own self-destructive thoughts

taking a deep breath as you approached him, you readied yourself for harsh news to come your way

but it never did

instead, you were greeted by oikawa’s infamous smile that made everyone at school to fall in love with this guy (including you)

he takes your hand into his, intertwining his calloused fingers that dwarfed yours in size. you don’t remember the last time you held oikawa’s hand, but it felt so familiar and warm

it was like home

you couldn’t help but feeling the ends of your lips tugging into a smile as you looked up at him, “what if someone at school sees us?”

you were expecting some kind of excuse, but all he did was shrug. “who cares?”

— k. tetsurou

when you and kuroo started going out, you certainly wasn’t expecting it to be like this

if anything, ‘going out’ would be a stretch if you count late night dates and sneaking out at midnight just to see each other as dating

it certainly wasn’t your usual definition of dating either as you yearned greatly to be able to do normal couple things with your boyfriend—like actually going out on dates during the day, eating lunch together, hell, even just holding hands!

it almost seemed laughable how normal things done in relationships were something you never even experienced with kuroo even after a few months of being together all due to him wanting to keep the relationship a secret

and if you were truly being honest with yourself, you never really understood why he wanted to keep it on the downlow in the first place

you never really questioned it as you just that much of an understanding person, but at a certain point it just wasn’t adding up

it wasn’t like he had girls going after him 24/7 despite being at the top of his class, popular, and nekoma’s volleyball captain

it wasn’t like oikawa who had an actual problem with hoards of girls surrounding him and tracking his ever move, so what was the big deal of letting your relationship public?

it was then did it hit you

the suddenly downpour of insecurity within your own loving boyfriend that you trust so much was getting the best of you

“what if he’s embarrassed to even be with me?” you contemplated in a harsh whisper to your best friend

it was in the middle of lunch and you two were sitting alone on a bench in the school’s courtyard chatting while eating—well, more like overthinking in your case while you friend just sat there and nodded

“if he actually felt that way, then he would’ve broken up with you already.” your friend stated in between bites, “besides, if i didn’t have feelings for someone, i wouldn’t put in the effort to sneak out just to see them.”

you hummed, not sure what to say as she did have a point

but could you really blame yourself for wanting an actual relationship rather than one that’s forced to go unnoticed?

“i should talk to kuroo about it...” you sigh out.

“talk to me about what?” an oh-so-familiar voice calls out to you and your friend

kuroo’s figure approaches the two of you as he give you a curt smile with hidden meanings that you weren’t able to even notice. you were too caught up in your own meddling thoughts that you also didn’t notice the way kuroo frowned slightly at the way you avoided eye contact with him

“nothing,” was all you said before standing up and throwing your trash away. “lunch is almost over so we should all get to class.” was all you said before briskly walking away

kuroo’s brows furrow in confusion as he looks over to your friend, “what’s up with (y/n)?”

“she thinks you’re too embarrassed to be with her, that’s why you hide your relationship.” she cuts straight to the point (homegirl just wants to eat her lunch in peace ffs)

“what?” your boyfriend huffs out in shock, almost offended at the fact that you out of all people would believe such a thing. “why does she think that?”

your friends shrugs, “not sure. that’s something you should be asking her, but if it were me, i would want a normal relationship as well.”

kuroo doesn’t say another word before walking away. and yet his walk quickened so he could catch up to you before you could get to class, footsteps echoing through the hallway in patters as he sees your familiar figure near your classroom

“(y/n)!” he calls out to you as you slide the classroom’s door open. it was sure to catch the attention of the rest of the students already in the classroom as you turn towards him, brows furrowed in the same confusion

as he neared you, there was almost no sign in him stopping, sending your heart beating in a frenzy as you parted your lips to tell him to slow down

but before a single syllable could even fall from your lips, your boyfriend’s own pair press against yours harshly. it was sweet like caramel and you swore everything moved in a slow motion when you suddenly realized where you two were

he stole your breath away when he pulled apart from you, eyes immediately scanning the room of his own classmates staring at him in awe

“since when were you two dating?” matsukawa asked rather loudly, it seemed that others were interested in knowing as well.

panic suddenly coursed through you as you gave kuroo a look, gravely ignoring the way yoru heart was thumping against your chest and the dozens of unanswered questions running through your head

“w-we’re not actually dati—”

“we’ve been together for a few months actually.” kuroo cuts you off, sending you a wink before entering the classroom

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krabjoons · 3 years

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omg professor... what are you doing?!?!?! [pjm]

⮕ summary: park jimin is the hottest, most popular guy at school. the only catch? he also just so happens to be your teacher.

⮕ pairing: park jimin x reader, mentions of jaebum x reader

⮕ genre: smut, university!au, pwp

⮕ word count: 12.8k

⮕ rating: 18+, nsfw

⮕ warnings: hard dom!jimin x bratty-ish sub!y/n, professor!jimin x university student! y/n (he’s 27-28 ish and she’s 21-22), fuckboy!jaebum, pussy eating, fingering, thigh riding, vaginal sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), dirty talk (carries the whole fic tbh), degradation, edging, dumbification, impact play (pussy + ass spanking), manhandling, humiliation, exhibitionism, creampie, teasing, praise, orgasm denial, begging, overstimulation, crying, kissing/making out, jimin’s a meanie but y/n likes it (aka i go ham on the degradation and edging you have been warned), aftercare (like 500 words of it :P)

⮕ a/n: this took too long to come out and has literally been sitting in my drafts since august but here it is! writing this was definitely a rollercoaster because this was my first smut and honestly i felt like it was really bad at times but other times i was like wtf this is so hot,, ANYWAYS, i’m glad that i’m posting it and getting over that fear of imperfection. i hope that you guys enjoy this piece :). i would also like to add that please don’t hook up with your teachers… if you do, that’s on you i take no responsibility for that whatsoever lol. excuse the title i literally have no idea what to change it to but i like it the way it is tbh LMFAOOO OK I’LL STOP RAMBLING NOW BYEEE ILY ALL

University has never been when you’ve expected. When you first graduated high school and came here, you expected your late teenage years to be filled with just as much studying as high school combined with only a few parties here and there. You didn’t expect to make as many friends as you did and certainly did not expect to be known as the girl with the high grades and even higher alcohol tolerance. No longer are you the shy Y/N L/N that walked through the entrance gates on the first day of school; you’ve changed a lot.

It was a surprise to you. With academics taking precedence much of your life, the freedom university provided you with was welcomed - perhaps a little too much. You quickly learned that polar bear shots were great to keep you in a good mood at parties and that eating mangoes before smoking gave you a better high. And, you also learned about sex.

Admittedly, the first time you had a hookup, it was awkward and messy (at least for you… it was a guy, what else were you expecting?) but with more practice, you were able to get the hang of it. You’ve found your tastes and now willingly talk about who catches your eye to your best friends, something you never thought you’d do last year.

Speaking of who catches your eye, as of now it’s Park Jimin. A really hot guy, according to your friends, and according to you, an even better voice. When you first walked into your Applications of Economics class, you nearly spit out your Starbucks drink after you saw the astonishingly handsome man with silky black hair in a dress shirt and tie. Surprisingly formal for a university student, you thought, but you weren’t one to talk, considering your current outfit of business casual.

Only, he wasn’t a student. He was your teacher. You should’ve put the pieces together earlier but you didn’t. Let's just say a Coconut Lime Refresher is good for hangovers, and you needed one desperately (basically, you were drunk as hell the night before and were still in the process of recovering). It certainly didn’t take long before all of campus was talking about the new economics professor who was hotter than hell. Girls (and some guys) immediately tried transferring into his class, one of them being your best friend Lisa, just to get a glimpse of how attractive he was. You remember a couple of girls offering you literal cash to transfer out, but you didn’t.

A good call, thinking about it now. You’ve gotten closer with Mr. Park, although it’s nothing too special yet, the two of you are on good terms and have even hugged before (you still get giddy thinking about it). Y/N from 2 years ago would be screaming her head off at how bold you’ve gotten, but now, you can’t bring yourself to care. Park Jimin is a hot guy, and you’re pretty hot too (if you must admit), so it would only be logical if the two of you could hook up. Unsurprisingly, you’ve lost your shame, nothing but thoughts of your teacher filling your mind in your spare time.

So here you are, another day of university, as monotonous as ever. The only highlight of your day will be the morning, where you have a class with Mr. Park. You've started changing your style a bit recently, opting for more, let’s just leave it at provocative outfits. Walking into the room, you take your usual seat in the front, closest to Mr. Park’s desk.

The class progresses like it normally does, starting with a review of the work from the last class and a discussion about the new material. "I’m going to give you guys this last half hour of class to review the material individually if you want or you can leave early, I don’t mind. I know it's a Friday so there’s gonna be some parties around campus, if you want to prepare yourselves for that then go ahead." Your professor glances around the room, smirking at you when mentioning the parties. You flush and look away, biting your lower lip.

You make the decision to stay in the classroom while the majority of the other students file out of the room. "I'll be available for any questions," Jimin calls out, returning to his desk across from you.

Sticking to your reputation, you get a head start on the assignment and easily work through the homework. Surprisingly, you forget about Jimin for the time being, focused on finishing your assignment so that you have as little work as possible to do after classes. You don’t notice your teacher looking at you, admiring the way you put so much effort into the things you’re passionate about. Hearing a student call his name, he gets up to help him.

Surprisingly, Mr. Park has assigned a disturbingly low amount of homework, probably because of the upcoming weekend and maybe a pop quiz later next week (ugh). You’ve finished your work in a mere twenty minutes and are surprised to find that Jimin is not at his desk when you look up from your laptop. You turn around, looking for him, and see that he’s helping another student. Whipping out your phone, you text your best friend Lisa (who just so conveniently, also thirsts over Jimin the same way you do).

to lisa: hey i finished classwork for mr park and have like 10 minutes of free time now lol

Instantly, she responds as if she wasn’t in class. Then again, she has never been one to pay too much attention to her professors.

from lisa: ayo talk to him

from lisa: also save me from bio i literally cannot

Smiling slightly, you respond to her.

to lisa: i WOULD but he’s helping other students

from lisa: then be like "m- mister park, i- need help please" and use puppy eyes

to lisa: LMFAOO PLEASE he’d be like whats wrong with you since when did you struggle in this class

to lisa: but i mean, anything to hear him talk i guess

from lisa: god i'm so jealous you have him early so you can hear his morning voice it must be hot asf

to lisa: it is omg

from lisa: god what if he moans like that it'd be such a turn on

to lisa: dUDE STOP NO the way this is literally true like if he has a good sip of coffee or a pastry he likes hes gonna go all "mmmm I wish you could try this" pls its so fking hot

to lisa: like SIR I WANNA TRY YOU or you to try me no complaints

from lisa: wtf he finishes his breakfast before my class so i can't even hear it tf I hate it here

to lisa: u have him right after my block bro at leAST you have him

to lisa: what ab the people who don't even have him

from lisa: idk what i'd do honestly. imagine not having a literal sex god teaching you every day i pity those who dont

You’re about to type out a response when a smooth voice sounds out from behind you, "alright guys, you’re good to go. Have a good weekend!" You jump in your seat, not realizing that your teacher was helping the student right behind you for the past five minutes.

As the rest of the class begins to pack up, you pray that he hasn’t seen you talking about your sexual fantasies less than five feet away from him. Mr. Park doesn’t say anything, so you must be in the clear, right? You’re hoping and praying that he didn’t find out, but your heart rate is already rising and you’re getting a sick feeling in your stomach. Your gut must be trying to tell you something.

Well, your gut’s telling you that the universe must not be on your side because as soon as you stand up, he says, "Ms. L/N, can you stay a bit after class? I have a few things I want to discuss with you." Cheeks flushing hot, you squeak out a "yes, sir."

When everyone has left and it’s just the two of you left in the room, Jimin pulls up a seat next to his desk. "Sit," he commands, leaning on his desk. You scramble to your feet and walk over, mind buzzing with thoughts. Oh god, what if he tells the administration department? Then you’d definitely be punished and maybe even kicked out of the school. Maybe you could make up a story? Oh, it’s ANOTHER Park Jimin, haha. Definitely NOT my teacher. Even if you did, they could go the rest of the texts between you and Lisa and you’d be screwed. And not to be petty or anything, but being kicked out would mean that you wouldn’t be able to be in Jimin’s class anymore and wouldn’t be able to see him. Oh, and the bigger problem would be that you’d also be unable to get your degree.

You start internally panicking, heart rate picking up even when your teacher rolls up his sleeves and leans down in front of you. Stop thinking about dirty things FOR ONCE, Y/N, half of you screams, while the other half of you has already started fantasizing about things which shouldn’t be thought about, especially with one of the people in the fantasies less than a couple of feet in front of you. With his hands on his thighs, the ones you’ve thought about riding far too often, he smirks.

"So, I heard you wanna try me?"

You gulp, absolutely mortified that Jimin caught you. Yes, he was attractive, and you would do practically anything to fuck him, but you didn’t expect to be humiliated into admitting it. "Um, no sir! I mean, maybe, but not in the way you think!" you ramble. Shut up, Y/N, part of you screams. You’re only digging yourself into a deeper hole.

"Yeah, sure. Because I definitely didn’t see what you were talking about with your friend. Be honest, Y/N," he says, smirking down at you. "You think about me, don't you? I'm not new to this. I see the way girls like you look at me. I know the way they talk about me when they think I can't hear. I know the way you think. Who would've thought? Little Miss L/N, all prim and proper on the outside, would be so filthy deep down?"

"Sir, I- uh. I-" you stutter out, cheeks burning furiously hot.

"You what? You're not going to try to prove your innocence now, are you? Not when you've gotten this far, hm? Getting to do what you’ve wanted after all this time?" he asks, standing up from his desk, and walking over to you, kneeling in front of you so that you were forced to hold eye contact.

"You know, nobody else has been as daring as you, my dear," he hums softly. "Sending promiscuous texts about their teacher in the very class they're in. Rubbing their thighs together every time their teacher catches their eye." You shift in your seat, Jimin's words sparking the slightest of fires in your core. "Gazing ever so obviously at said teacher’s dick, too. Y/N, you amaze me. So, so brilliant. yet so, so naughty. You thought that nobody else would catch onto you? Unfortunately, you thought wrong."

"I'm s- sorry sir," you whisper out.

"You're just sorry that you got caught, Y/N. You'll keep doing this even after today," Jimin chuckles lowly. "Possibly even more after today," he adds on, taking note of how his words have affected you. Your pupils are dilated and your cheeks are starting to get flushed. "Such a dirty girl. I'm here trying to scold you, and here you are, getting turned on by my words. Is this why you ask so many questions, doll? To hear my voice?"

You bite your lip in a mixture of embarrassment and nervousness, nodding imperceptibly. The logical, studious side of you is thinking, oh my god, is this really happening? Am I going to fuck my teacher? I really shouldn’t be doing this. The relaxed, easygoing side of you (pretty much your horny side) is thinking, finally, it’s happening. I’m going to FINALLY be fucking Park Jimin.

"What else have you imagined about my voice, hm? How I'd whisper into your ear while pounding into you? Hear me moan as your tight cunt clenches around my dick? Tell you how good you're making me feel? Reminding you how much of a slut you are to fuck your teacher in the middle of his classroom, where anyone could walk in?" he continues, seeing you shift in your seat more. "Would you like that?" he asks.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I would," you whisper. You have to consciously clench your thighs together to keep them from spreading at his words.

"Hm, I don't believe you. Try again another time, darling," he sighs, leaning back on his knees, getting ready to stand up. You don't want this, whatever it is, to be over that quickly so you make up your mind. Swallowing your pride and succumbing to the dull throb in your panties, you pout.

"But professor, I really do want you. I want you to make me feel good and I wanna make you feel good. Please," you whine out. "I wanna be thinking about you all the time because you fucked me so well in class. And when my friends talk about wanting to get in your pants, I want to be the only one who already has. Please, Mr. Park. I need you." you breathe out. At this point, the pressure in your core is rising steadily, and only intensifies when you see the way your teacher's eyes are glazed over in lust and eyebrows are furrowed. Your eyes travel down the expanse of his face to his lips, plump and pink. Oh, the number of times you've wished to kiss them, imagined them suckling on your clit. And now that Jimin knows, perhaps it's finally coming true.

"You'd like that, hm? God, you're so dirty," Jimin mutters, inching closer to you, cautiously placing a hand on your knee. Your legs instantly part to make room for him in between and he inches forward. "Does dirty talk really turn you on that much, Y/N? I can smell you through your panties," he remarks.

"Mr. Park, please do something," you whimper. And with that, Jimin pulls you over to his desk and sits you on the edge. You spread your legs and he stands in between them. He leans his head closer to you until he's next to your ear.

"Want me to get you off with my words? You seem to like that already and I haven't even tried, doll. Or perhaps," he pauses, bunching up your skirt so that it pools at your waist. "You want me to touch you?"

You nod eagerly, chest heaving in anticipation. "I want both Mr. Park. I want you," you purr salaciously. And with that, your teacher lets out a low growl and presses his lips onto yours harshly. It’s already bruising, but you just can’t get enough of the way he tastes of caramel and coffee and how ridiculously soft his lips are, so you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in even closer. He seems a little put off by how eager you are, but once he hears you sigh in enjoyment, he melts into your eager grasp.

His hands start sliding down your waist so that they are resting on your upper thighs, and he rubs comforting circles into them, trailing them closer and closer to your panties. He breaks off from the kiss to look down and smirks back at you before joining his lips to yours with even more fervor and you praise yourself for deciding to wear your lace thong today. You feel his tongue slide against your lips, asking for permission to enter and your mouth immediately complies.

The feeling of his hot breath on your lips and thumbs rubbing against the juncture of your thighs has you feeling needy for more. Jimin swirls the tip of his tongue against yours, the filthy action turning you on even more. You moan into his mouth and thread your fingers through his hair, causing him to let out a low groan.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, the two of you break apart. Chest heaving up and down, you take note of your teacher's face. His lips are redder and plumper than ever before. His cheeks have the faintest blush on them. His eyes, the ones that crinkle into a happy smile whenever you answer a question correctly in class, are now clouded over with deep lust.

"Get onto all fours. On the desk," Jimin commands, and you immediately comply. Now your ass is facing Jimin and you're very nearly completely exposed to him, save the thong you're wearing.

"God, you're such a slut," Jimin moans out at the sight. "Do you get dressed up like this just so you can get fucked in class? Such a short fucking skirt that I can see whatever you're wearing underneath whenever you bend over, hm? You wanted me to give in to you, doll?" When you nod weakly, he chuckles, "I don't think so."

Arching your back so your ass sticks out even more, you whine, "professor, please fuck me. I'm so fucking horny, please." Jimin cups your pussy from outside your panties and leans over you, "I don't think so, kitten. I'm the one calling the shots here." Your pussy flutters in response and Jimin slaps it lightly, chuckling. The brief stimulation has your cunt clenching around nothing.

He spreads your knees slightly and begins trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up your thighs to the arch of your back. Feeling his breath so close to your core has you getting wetter by the minute in anticipation. He finally hovers over your back, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder, muttering, "I'm going to wreck you, Y/N", and you feel yourself clench in excitement.

"Then do it," you whisper, and Jimin hooks his fingers around the waistband of your thong and pulls it down, so slow that it's almost painful, exposing your heat to the cool air of the classroom and causing you to shiver in response.

You don't see it, but his eyes widen seeing the strings of your slick connecting your pussy to your panties. He takes a look at your core and his mouth starts watering. You're soaking and clenching around nothing, thighs shaking ever so slightly in anticipation.

He flattens his tongue and licks a flat stripe up your pussy, from your clit to your entrance. He pauses to suck some of your juices from it, but your cunt just keeps leaking them out. He runs his tongues through your folds over and over again until you let out a wanton moan.

Encouraged by your reaction, he hooks his arms around the side of your hips, nuzzling closer into your pussy. He laps at your cunt and purposely avoids your clit, only heightening the pressure in your core.

"Mr. Park," you whine out, pushing your hips back. "Please. More," you pant out. Suddenly, Jimin spanks your right ass cheek, rubbing his hand over the fleshy globe soothingly afterward. You let out a little yelp and turn around to catch his eyes.

"More what?" he spits out, smiling at you evilly. "My little slut's gotta tell me what she wants. How else would I give it to her?" your mind is foggy, pleasure causing you to lose track of everything other than the man behind you. "W- want you," you garble out, "t- to play with my clit too."

"What's the magic word, doll?" Jimin teases, breath fanning over your slit, causing your walls to clench erratically. "Please, Mr. Park," you whine, pushing your cunt closer to his face. He smirks at you, avoiding your advances.

"Good girl," he praises before finally positioning himself just barely in front of your clit. You feel him blow cool air onto your slit, but the temperature of it is magnified even more due to how wet you are. You whine out, expressing your displeasure, and Jimin finally indulges you by taking your throbbing button between his plush lips.

"F- fuck, sir, yes! Right there, please," you squeal, back arching even more. Jimin hums, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body. You can feel yourself growing wetter, your entrance squeezing out more and more of your arousal down to where Jimin's lips are sucking. He momentarily pauses to flatten his tongue out, letting your juices drip onto them and slurping them up eagerly. The obscene noises behind you combined with the low thrum of student life just outside the classroom door mesh together to have you realize where exactly the two of you are doing this.

You glance at the clock, and your eyes widen. "Prof- oh my god, Pr- Professor Park," you moan out, trying to keep your focus. Jimin again hums, making you jolt in pleasure. "I- uh, there’s only ten minutes until the next block of classes start. I need t- to leave in around five." When Jimin releases from you with a pop, you can feel your slick running down your thighs and some dripping onto his desk. You feel a rush of excitement at the thought of everyone walking in during class to see the mess Jimin made of you on his desk and again squeeze around nothing.

"Well then," Jimin hums lazily, "guess you better cum within five minutes if you want to cum at all." He dives back into your heat, tongue skillfully running through your folds. He cycles between kitten licking and delivering harsh sucks to your clit and dipping his tongue into your entrance. You grind against his face in desperation to reach your release, and just when you finally feel it hurtling towards you at an alarming rate, suddenly, Jimin gets up.

He leans over you, trailing a hand up your slick-ridden thigh to cup your bare heat and mutters lowly in your ear, "time’s up." Your heart drops in frustration, and you whine out. Grinding into his palm, you beg for him to touch you once again, knowing nothing but how good he was making you feel just seconds ago. "Mr. P- Park, please. Make me cum," you cry out.

Jimin spanks your pussy, a wet echo sounding through the room. You jolt forward and your cunt leaks out even more of your arousal in response to the combination of pain and pleasure. "I said no," he hisses, "you couldn't cum in time, you don't deserve to cum."

"God, look at you, you're a mess. Bent over and spread out so desperately for me. You taste so sweet, doll. So responsive, too," Jimin murmurs, lazily rubbing your slit. He's, once again, avoiding your clit and driving you insane. Your sensitive nub is now swollen and throbbing with need, slick with your arousal.

"Has anyone touched you as well as I do, Y/N?" he asks. When you shake your head, he slaps your cunt again, another wet sound echoing through the room. "Words, baby girl," he goads, fingers dancing through your folds.

"N- no, sir. they can’t make me feel half as good as you did. I’ve al- I’ve always been thinking about having you touch m- my cunt and making me cum really hard. and I- shit I’m so needy sir, I wanna cum," you garble out, tears pricking the corner of your eyes. You feel Jimin’s hand leave your pussy, exposing your soaked heat to the cool air of the room. Slowly, he pulls your thong up your thighs and the light touches make you clench in desperation and whine out.

He marvels at the sight of you so fucked out in front of him. The way his top student was falling apart at the slightest touches he gave you. And the words you said. God, to have you say such filthy things in comparison to your gentle demeanor, all because of him, it really did something to him.

Jimin finishes clothing you and presses a kiss to the top of your ass and walks across the room to get some tissues to clean up the mess you made. Still perched on the desk, you watch him needily, thighs rubbing together to relieve some of the pressure from being denied your orgasm. "So I really don’t get to cum?" You ask meekly, holding back a sob. "I need to cum, Mr. Park."

He chuckles, "there’s a difference between need and want, doll. You want to cum, you don't need to cum. But what you do need," he returns to you, leaning down so that his face is right in front of yours, "is to get to your next class." Your face, once eagerly lit up in anticipation, has now fallen in disappointment.

Rolling your eyes, you huff out a "fine" and get off his desk, feeling your arousal make your thighs stick together. Your panties are uncomfortably damp and you’re so wet you can even smell yourself. "Can you make me cum later?" you question Jimin, sliding closer to him and playing with his tie, praying that he’ll be the one to make you release instead of having to do it yourself when you get home.

"If you play nice I might. If not, then… we’ll see," he hums, handing you a tissue to clean yourself up while heading to wipe down his desk. "I have a lunch meeting in the second half of the lunch block, so if you really need me, I’ll be here before then."

You grin and nod in excitement. "Cool! so I’ll-" you begin before the first students from the next class start filing in, making you jump. "The door wasn’t locked?" you whisper frantically to him. "We could have been caught, Jimin! Are you crazy?!"

He smirks at you, "didn’t you say you wanted it that way? Where anyone could walk in? I only did what you asked, doll." You’re left speechless as he continues. "Anyways, you should be in your next class pretty soon. I’ll write a note to your professor just in case you’re late. But get going, yeah? I’ll see you in time for our meeting." He hands you a slip of paper and straightens up, tossing the dirty tissues into the trash can in the corner of the room.

"Okay class, we’re going to get started soon. I presume you all did the reading, so just prepare for the discussion we’re going to be having about it when the bell rings," he calls out to the class. Turning to face you, he questions quietly with genuine concern, "you okay? Did I push you too much for our first time?"

Your mind swirls with thoughts. Our first time. The words fill you with giddy excitement. It’s just the two of you that know about this, the dirty things you were doing just minutes ago, very nearly getting caught. Knowing that this won’t be the only moment you guys are doing this, fills you with excitement.

"On the contrary, actually," you tease your teacher with a smile. "It was really nice honestly, but perhaps, you didn’t do enough." You bite your lip at the way Jimin's eyes darken and he looks away. "Get to class, Ms. L/N. The bell will ring any minute," he says lowly, jaw slightly clenched. Your core throbs at the sight and you head towards the door.

"Goodbye, Mr. Park. Thank you!" you call out, catching sight of Lisa, who raises her eyebrows at you teasingly and mouths text me. Blushing, you nod at her before leaving the room to go to your next class.

Being "one of the smartest students on campus" comes with its perks. Like right now, for example. You always (somehow) come to class overprepared, so when your next teacher gives you a day to work on your project (which you've already finished), you head to the back of the room to text Lisa in private.

from lisa: dude wtf was that you were literally talking to Mr. Park outside of ur class time with him

from lisa: omg wait don't tell me you fucked him

from lisa: did you

to lisa: NO I DID NOT OMG I wish tho lmao

to lisa: I was asking him for help on the paper he's assigning us and to proofread it and stuff before I submit it

from lisa: omg I forgot he assigned us that shit

to lisa: dude lmao its due in a week or so you have plenty of time

from lisa: ugh literally he's such a hottie why does he have to be so into teaching

to lisa: sis commitment to something is hot

from lisa: omg ur right wait a sec tho

from lisa: dude

from lisa: omg

from lisa: he definitely has a boner

Knowing that you were likely the cause of it, you shift in your seat cockily, smiling slyly to yourself while looking down.

to lisa: whAT

to lisa: wait how big is it

from lisa: ok I dont think he’s fully hard yet he's like semi hard but barely

from lisa: LMFAO Y/N don't worry I think he’s packing seems kinda thick too

Taking in a deep breath, you look up at the ceiling. You imagine him slowly sinking into you and making you whimper at his size. Him seeing your face and growling, "if you’re really a good girl, you should be able to take it." You cross your legs tightly and rock up and down in a lame attempt to diminish the rising pressure between your thighs and look back down at your phone.

to lisa: pls thats so hot

from lisa: IKR I want him to r a i l me

to lisa: or eat me out… have you sEEN those lips of his wtf

from lisa: on god do not get me started

to lisa: pls i bet he’d be the type to tease you

Oh Lisa, if only you knew the truth behind those words.

from lisa: YES hes lowkey cocky bc he knows like the entire fucking population simps for him

from lisa: he’s def gonna make you beg to cum

to lisa: pls thats hot do not get me riled up in class istg

from lisa: too late i've already started babe ;)

You continue texting Lisa throughout the entirety of your class. Finally, you look at the clock and seeing that there are only a few more minutes till the class ends, you wrap up your conversation with her.

to lisa: hey btw i’m gonna be coming to lunch late… save me a seat at our regular spot?

from lisa: when ur best friend is a teachers pet :(( fiNE I guess I will

to lisa: love u!! xx

from lisa: love you too nerd xoxo

The bell finally rings, signaling the start of the lunch break and you immediately stand up and walk out the door, bidding your teacher goodbye and thanks.

Running into the bathroom, you do a quick check of your appearance. You tug up your skirt a bit higher and tuck in your shirt so that your outfit accentuates your curves. You glance at your face and notice how abnormally large your pupils are in comparison to most days. Jimin has completely ruined you today, just like he said he would. I'm going to wreck you, Y/N. His words echo in your ears as you make your way out to his classroom. Trying to ignore how uncomfortably wet your panties are, you knock on the door to his room.

You hear a smooth voice answer with a, "come in," and take a deep breath before opening the door to see Jimin sitting behind his desk, leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head. He scans you up and down, eyes taking in every inch of your figure. "Nice outfit alterations," he notes, patting his laps as a hint for you to sit on it. You quickly lock the door and make your way to him, placing one leg on each side of him so that you’re now straddling his thighs. "Is this all for me?" he asks and you tuck your head down, suddenly shy now that all his attention is on you again.

"Mhm, depends on whether you like it or not" you smile timidly, hands reaching out to play with his tie again. He laughs. "Princess, I’m conflicted. You do look very nice, all dolled up for me like this. It’d be a shame if I were to ruin your efforts. But on the other hand," he remarks, "you’ve very nearly crossed the line for indecent exposure. What if another teacher caught you like this? you would get in trouble, hm? And what if it were a student to see you like this? What would they think of you then?" He questions, causing your cheeks to burn at his words.

"They would think I- that I’m a whore. I- and that I dress up like this just so I can pass my classes," you whisper out, biting your lips in a combination of excitement and humiliation. You can feel yourself start to throb again and you start to rut against Jimin’s thighs. He shifts you over so that you are sitting on only one and slightly bounces his leg. The stimulation to your neglected cunt sends a shock running through your body and you squeeze your thighs around his.

"Look at you, so fucking desperate to cum. You think that you aren’t a little whore already, so needy for me this quickly, hm? Do you really think you deserve to cum?" He hums, admiring the way you’re worked up. He pushes up your skirt and slaps your thigh just underneath your ass. You shift away as a reaction, causing your clit to get the stimulation it finally deserved. The way your underwear rubs against your neglected bundle of nerves causes you to let out a groan and drop your head to Jimin's shoulder. He spanks you this time, making you yelp. "I asked you a question, doll."

"Mmhm, yeah," you whine out, "I deserve t- to cum, sir." At this point, your hips are moving on their own accord, shifting back and forth desperately against Jimin's thigh. He grabs your waist tightly, holding you still. "Look at me," he commands, bouncing his thigh. You mewl into his shoulder, the change in motion making you lose focus. He spanks you again, the sound echoing around the room. "Listen to directions, sweetheart. Or else you’ll get punished," he warns.

You lift your head to look at Jimin, faces just inches apart. His eyes scan over your face, lingering on your lips. Slowly, you lean towards him, closing the distance between you two. He gives into your eager kiss and you glide your hands up his firm chest to run your fingers through his hair. He starts bouncing you on his thigh and you groan into his mouth. Breaking apart panting, you place your forehead against Jimin’s, moving your hips back and forth harder to increase the pressure going to your clit.

"God, Y/N, you’re so wet," Jimin pants while looking down at the way your clothed pussy drags over his thigh. "I can feel you soaking through my slacks," he says, shifting you over. just like he said, there is now a wet spot on his thigh from where you just were. Thankfully, it’s barely noticeable, but if you focus enough, you can see it.

"What are you going to do about it, hm? I have classes to teach, meetings to attend. Do you want people to see the mess you made all over me?" He hisses, spanking you to elicit an answer. "N- no, sir. I’m s- sorry," you whisper out, eyes clenched, still rutting against him. You feel your orgasm bubbling up as every second passes.

"I don't think you're sorry, doll. Look at you making a mess all over me through your panties. You're absolutely soaked, so fucking desperate to cum," he tuts, clenching his thigh muscles purposely. You gasp and shove your head into the crook of Jimin's neck, letting out a low groan.

"Mr. Park, I'm so wet because of you. I- god, I wanna cum. please. I'm so close," you mewl into him, legs starting to tighten around his thigh.

You shut your eyes, feeling your impending orgasm build up. Right when you're about to let go, Jimin holds your hips in place tightly, preventing you from moving. Squeaking out, you make an attempt to shift your pussy over his thighs. It's no use because you can feel it start to drift away slowly and you look at him in need. Tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you plead, "S- sir I need you to touch me again. Please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Jimin smiles cockily, lifting you onto his desk and spreading your legs after stripping you of your panties. You lean back so that you face the ceiling. Your eyes roll back once you feel him take your clit into his mouth. You moan and arch your back off of the desk, thighs involuntarily clenching around his head.

"God, Mr. Park, yes! O- oh, fuck, please," you blabber out incoherently, your mind hazy and overwhelmed with pleasure. "More," you whimper out without thinking.

Jimin disconnects from your heat to look up at you, murmuring, "Greedy little slut wants it all, huh? Won't even ask nicely for it. Tell me what you want, Y/N. Beg for it, and I might just give it to you."

"God, I- I want it all, professor," you call out, wiggling your hips in search of stimulation that never comes. "Want you to stuff me with your f- fingers and lick my p- pussy and make me cum. Want you to fuck me r- raw with your fat cock from behind and sp- and spank me. Want you to ma- make me cry from cumming so hard just as much as you have from not letting me cum. A- and I want you to leave hi- hickies on my thighs so that if I bend over, p- people are gonna know how much of a cockslut I am, just for you."

"Yeah? Well, I can tell you this," Jimin says, fingers dancing up your thigh closer to your sick-ridden core. "You are a cockslut. So fucking dirty. Most people come to class to learn but it seems that you come here to get off." He inserts a finger into you and your walls immediately clamp down on it. He moves the digit in and out of you smoothly, your arousal allowing the smoothest of motions. "You like that, baby? Finally having something in that tight cunt of yours?" You nod at his question, adding on "want more, sir."

"Not enough? Greedy little bitch. look at you, so needy. What are you gonna do when I have my cock out, hm?" He shoves a second finger into you and starts curling them into your heat. You arch your back to the ceiling and he hovers over you. For a moment, there’s nothing but the squelch of his fingers in your wet pussy and your panting as he stares into your eyes. Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed and he’s biting his lip - he’s focusing on something.

That "something" becomes apparent when, all of a sudden, you nearly sit upright and let out a loud moan of pleasure, "Fuck, Mr. Park! right there." His fingers continue rubbing that special spot inside you repeatedly and your legs start shaking ever so slightly. You look back at him to see a smug smile on his face. "I found it," he chuckles as you writhe underneath him. He leans down to kiss you, lips melding together.

He keeps fingering you, bringing his thumb up to ghost over your clit ever so slightly to provide enough pleasure to bring you close to your orgasm but just not enough to make you cum. You whine against his lips and he breaks the kiss, asking "you want to cum, doll?" to which you weakly nod. "Then fuck yourself on my fingers. Show me how much of a little slut you are for me. How you’re a cocksleeve for me, so wet and needy as soon as I touch you, so ready for me to fuck you." He stills his digits inside of you and you buck your hips on them, rolling your pelvis repeatedly in an attempt to get to your orgasm. You reach down to provide some stimulation to your clit, but he smacks it away.

"Jim- professor, it’s not enough. I- I need more, please." Tears start welling up in your eyes at the thought of not cumming for the third time. Jimin kisses your temple, the gentle action reminding you that he’s not going to do something you can’t handle. "Please, Mr. Park. I wanna cum," you whine out, hips jerking back and forth in a pathetic attempt to chase after your high.

"Show me then, Y/N. how much you want it. A good girl can show me that she wants it bad enough and will make herself come on my fingers alone. She’s not greedy. She doesn’t need to touch herself too. She just needs my fingers to cum. I know you can be a good girl, Y/N," he goads. "Can you show me what the pretty little face of yours looks like when you cum? I bet you’ll look so beautiful, even more than you are right now, all fucked out for me."

"Hhngh, sir I- I’m trying," you pant out. "It’s just not enough. I promise I'm a good girl, I swear. Please let me cum. Oh god, I wanna cum." At this point, you’re nearly crying. You haven't ever been edged like this and are desperate for release.

Jimin sees this and purposefully retracts his hand from your cunt covered in your honeyed juices, glistening in the lights of his classroom. "Professor Park, please," you choke out weakly, chest constricting in disappointment. With a soft smile, he brings his fingers up to his mouth and cleans them off, savoring the flavor of you.

"Be a good girl for the rest of the day and then I’ll let you cum, baby," he hums. "You promise?" you plead, holding onto his arm desperately.

"I promise, Y/N," he kisses you gently and you taste the remnants of yourself on his tongue, the filthy action causing your clit to throb even more. Combined with the way your cunt is still clenched tight in preparation for an orgasm that won’t come soon, you can definitely say that you can't wait for the school day to come to an end.

"Go to lunch, doll. I have a meeting soon. Don’t think of me too much, hm? Gotta keep those straight A’s the way they are," Jimin teases, pulling down your skirt slowly, fingers just grazing your thighs. He grabs your panties. "Oh, and I think I'll keep these for now," he says cheekily, putting them in his pocket. "They didn’t seem to be doing their job when you were riding my thigh."

You watch him in shock, cheeks flushing red hot. "I- okay. uh, I’m going to lunch now, Jimin. Have a good lunch and meeting, I guess?" you say awkwardly, shuffling to the door with him, tugging your skirt down.

"Jimin? We’re on a first-name basis already, Y/N? Don’t let anybody hear you call me that in class, baby," he winks, holding the door open and you nod, preoccupied with the little "situation" your skirt just barely hides. You can feel yourself still leaking down your inner thighs, and pray that nobody’s going to notice when you walk into the dining hall.

"Ugh! Bitch, what took you so long?" Lisa exclaims when you sit down next to her with your lunch. You pout. "I wasn't even gone for that long."

"Ha! That long, my ass. You were gone for more than half of the break! I had to tell Jaebum and his cronies to fuck off on my own! I’m not as intimidating when you’re not around, though, so I don’t think it worked. They’ll probably come over again soon." Lisa rolls her eyes. You snort, "One of them probably likes you, that’s why they keep bothering you."

"They just like any female and will take what they can get," Lisa mutters, "but anyway! How was your meeting with Mr. Park? Did you solve his boner problem?" she wiggles her eyebrows.

You clear your throat. "No, Lisa I did not. I'm obviously above that," you say in a sarcastic tone. "I simply offered to," you tease. Lisa squeals and slaps your arm in response. "But for real though," she says. "Anyone that gets to hook up with mister Park Jimin automatically wins at life," and you hum in agreement.

You scan at the dining hall around you and catch the eye of Jaebum sitting with his friend group. He winks at you and you roll your eyes and stand up, "come on Lisa, let’s go. Those assholes are going to come over any second if we stay here any longer." You drag her to your guys’ next class.

The bell rings and the two of you burst out of the classroom. Thank god that’s over. Only one more class left, you think to yourself, gripping your books tighter to your chest in excitement.

"Jesus fuck, since when were you this eager to get to the last class of the day, Y/N? I thought you loved staying in school for as long as possible," Lisa huffs out. You steer her into the direction of your locker, right across from Jimin’s classroom.

"I'm picking up my books, you dummy. Be grateful I paid for this locker because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to put your books here." You put in the code and exchange your books while Lisa checks herself in the magnetic mirror attached to the door. you have to be careful when bending over because otherwise you’ll flash the entire school, so you do a weird sit-squat thing. "Geeking out over lockers? You act as if you’re still in high school, Y/N," Lisa teases. "Only during the school day," you wink up at her.

Lisa spots someone through the reflection of the mirror and groans out. "Incoming," she warns, rolling her eyes and turning around. "Wha-" you begin when you get cut off by a smooth voice behind you.

"Damn, L/N. didn’t know you wore skirts this short on campus. Looks good on you," the guy winks. "But it would look even better on my bedroom floor." You hold back a gag and turn to Lisa, raising your eyebrows in exasperation.

"Wow, I see the originality," Lisa says in the most sickeningly sweet voice. "What do you want, Jaebum?" He chuckles and places an arm over your head, leaning over you. "Well, I’m having a party tonight, and it would be amazing if you two little ladies could attend. Be mine and Jackson’s plus one?" he says. You’re about to say no when he leans in closer to you, inches away from your face, "plus you can get the high-quality drinks for free, not the cheap booze we leave out for the randos who show up."

"You’re probably gonna drug them or something. No thanks, dickwad." you huff out after a second’s hesitation, pushing him away, ready to go to your next class. "Nah, baby. I may be a fuckboy but at least I've got morals. Whaddya say? You get me off, I get you off? Maybe make you cum so many times it starts hurting? You look like you haven’t been able to get an orgasm in a while, you’re so uptight, L/N," Jaebum smirks.

"You fuckin-" you start to hiss out but you’re shut off again. This time it’s by someone different. Jimin. "Mr. Lim, I don’t think it’s necessarily appropriate to discuss your sexual endeavors while in an academic setting. I’ll be letting you off with a warning for now." He turns to you, eyes flitting across your DIY skimpy outfit. You feel your cunt leak more of your honeyed juices under his piercing gaze and clamp your thighs together to keep them from dripping down your thighs. "And Ms. L/N, I expected better from you. You’re not typically one to do these things in a school environment. Get to class, the two of you," he says, turning back to his classroom.

"Oh," he adds, "and Y/N. fix your outfit. I would hate to see you get dress coded by a teacher who isn’t as lenient." You, Lisa, and Jaebum stare at his back in shock as he heads inside his classroom.

"Well, uh, that just happened," Lisa states, turning to you. "Ready to go?" you nod numbly, mind swirling with embarrassment and excitement as you tug down your skirt. The two of you walk to the last class of the day while Jaebum calls out, "my place after 11, L/N! I’ll be waiting!", making you wince. Great, now a bunch of people are gonna think you’re hooking up with him.

The last bell of the day finally rings, and you head to your locker after bidding Lisa goodbye. You put your books in your locker and head to the bathroom to fix your clothes. You decide to tease Jimin even more by adjusting your skirt so that it ends just at the bottom of your ass. It’s a terribly risky decision; if you walk too fast, you risk flashing everyone. You’ve tried to wipe the slick off the juncture of your thighs, but it keeps getting replaced with more of your arousal.

You speed walk down the halls and fling open the door to see that Jimin isn’t in his classroom - or so you think. Once you take a few steps into the room, you hear the door shut behind you and lock. Jimin looks at you up and down. "You didn’t fix your outfit, Ms. L/N. Looks like I’ll have to dress code you for indecent exposure then," he hums, heading to his desk to take out a slip of paper.

"Wait Jimin, what? I thought we were- um. You know, going to-" you splutter out, realizing he was actually serious. You can’t have this on your academic record! What would your parents think?

"Going to what? Fuck? Seems like you already have someone else for that, Y/N," he shakes his head, grabbing a pen. You reach forward quickly to stop him, hand, gripping his forearm in desperation.

"No Mr. Park, I- I never told Jaebum yes. I just-" you try to explain, but Jimin cuts you off. "You what?" he asks bitingly, taking you by surprise. "Did you think that you could just come back and hop on my dick after nearly making out with another guy? God, you really are a slut, aren’t you?"

You rub your thighs together, trying to relieve some of the steadily mounting pressure in your core at Jimin’s words. "Look at you, I told you to fix your outfit and you fucking pulled up your skirt. You pulled it up. You don’t listen to me, talk to your friends about how much you want me to rail you, and yet let other guys make plans to hook up with you. And you expect me to let you cum after all of that?" he continues, noticing the effect he has on you. "You really think I should let you cum, Y/N? I'll tell you what I think. I think I should leave you like this, dripping and needy for me. So ready to get fucked by me but not being able to."

Your eyes widen, "no, please professor, no!"

"Should I jack off in front of you and not let you touch me? Maybe then would you learn your lesson? Or maybe I should spank your ass till it’s blue you’re unable to sit. Would that work, hm? What if I just send you back to the dorms? You could ask Jaebum to touch you, even if he can’t make you half the mess I can," he continues, pushing you onto his desk. He grabs your jaw and tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him, humiliated, with tears in your eyes.

"Aw," he pouts sarcastically, "is the baby crying? Because I didn’t let her cum? Well, princess, you knew what you were getting yourself into. Little cocksluts like you don’t deserve to cum so easily."

"P- professor, please. You can punish me. Teach me a lesson. B- but just please let me cum." You whimper out, attempting to cross your legs together to assuage your aching clit, but Jimin stops you by holding your knee with his other hand.

He slowly trails his hands up your bare thigh, admiring the way your soft skin seems to get chills at his touch. He pushes you back onto the desk and you prop yourself up your elbows to look at him. "Are you a cockslut, Y/N?" he asks, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers.

"Y- yes Mr. Park. I- I’m nothing but a hole for you to fuck," you whimper meekly as he pushes up your skirt. He pushes apart your thighs and tugs you to the edge of the desk. "Damn right you are. Nothing but a little whore that I can use to get off. I’m going to fuck you here in school like you’ve never been fucked before. And this dick you’ve been thinking about all this time, it’s going to finally be in you, and I better not hear any complaints," Jimin growls, pumping his length in his hand. "No sir," you whimper out.

"You on the pill?" he asks, to which you reply with a yes. He teases your slit with the pink head of his cock and your entrance flutters at the touch. "But on another note, tell me if you want to stop. I don’t want to push you too much."

You smile, "Jimin, you’re being too kind. I promise I'll tell you. But I did say before perhaps you weren’t doing enough. Mr. Park, I want you to ruin me," you bite your lips, mimicking his words from earlier in the day. He cocks his head in amusement.

"Don’t worry princess, that’s exactly what I’ll be doing." Without warning, he thrusts forward into your heart, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. The girth of his cock stretches open your cunt with painful pleasure. Once he’s sheathed inside you, you can feel him very near your cervix.

You let out a shaky breath but it’s cut off as he continues thrusting in and out of you, wet slaps echoing through the room. "M- Mr. Park-" you moan incoherently.

"Fucking take it, Y/N. You wanted me to ruin you? Well here I am doing it; be fucking grateful." he rolls his hips into yours, hands gripping your sides harshly.

"Th- thank you Mr. Park, s- so much," you nearly sob out, almost crying at the relief of being fucked. You’re so turned on that your walls are clenching around Jimin’s dick so hard that he grips your jaw harshly. Gritting his teeth, he spits, "loosen up, babe. You’re so fuckin’ tight." You whine and try to relax but the stimulation Jimin’s providing has your eyes rolling back instead.

He snakes a hand down to your stomach and under your skirt, circling your throbbing clit. Your pussy flutters at the stimulation and you bite your lip harshly. He changes his angle slightly, causing your thighs to start shaking. His precum and your honeyed juices drip out your sopping cunt, the sound of wet slaps echoing around the room.

"Mmmmh," you moan out softly, back arching slightly. You can feel Jimin hitting your g-spot with impeccable accuracy each time. Doubled with the way his thumb is rubbing circles on your sensitive clit, you feel yourself reaching your orgasm. You try to suppress the giveaway signs of your impending release, knowing that Jimin, in order to "teach you a lesson" of sorts, is likely to take it away from you, so you attempt to just breathe out, "Jimin, fuck, it feels so good."

"Yeah, you like that, baby?" he thrusts into you deeper and harder and you bite your upper lip to stop your moans from slipping out. "Come on Y/N, let me hear those pretty little moans. Let everyone else know how well I'm fucking you, how good I make you feel," Jimin urges.

As soon as he utters those words, you give in, letting high pitched whimpers spill from your lips. Your pussy lets out filthy squelching noises at each of his thrusts, your wetness dripping down your ass and onto the desk. You feel your walls tightening around his cock and try to fight it off, but Jimin can already tell of your impending orgasm. He pulls out of you, leaving your warm and soaked cunt open to the air.

"Fuck," you exclaim in frustration, bringing your hands up to cover your face so Jimin doesn’t see your face, tears starting to spill down your face. It’s frustrating you so much that he won’t let you cum. That he enjoys seeing you whimpering and teary-eyed for him. Your thighs haven’t stopped shaking and Jimin parts them after you close them. He pulls down your arms and smiles evilly.

"Well, what do we have here," he exclaims, "looks like the baby finally did start crying. Come on, Y/N, I thought you had it in you. But look at how you’re spread out on this desk for me, such a fucking mess. I bet you like it, huh? Dirtying up my desk with that cunt of yours."

"I need to cum, Mr. Park," you choke out, trying to gather your thoughts. "I need to cum now." your teacher’s eyes narrow and he grips your thighs harshly. "What did you say to me?" he asks, a tone laced with dangerous amusement.

"You heard me. I-," you hesitate for a moment, but decide you’ve already put yourself through enough teasing today. You muster up your courage before saying, "I want you to make me cum now."

There’s a moment’s silence before you add on shamelessly, "o- or if it’s too much to ask of you, I- I’ll just find someone else to help me do it. Maybe Jaebum? He promised a good time a- and said he would let me cum as many times as I want."

Jimin grabs you by the chin and pulls you up. "You’re such a fucking brat, Y/N." Shifting his hand so it’s gripping your throat, he mutters, "you don’t fucking learn, do you? I thought you were smart, hm? But has the need for sex made you lose your sense? Made you turn into a dumb little bitch, ready to bend over for anyone because you’re so horny? And here I was thinking you were better than that. That you had standards. Perhaps I was wrong, hm? Would you like to tell me?"

You try to look down, away from his piercing glare, but he turns your chin to look back at him. Humiliation courses through your veins as Jimin’s gaze wanders down your body scathingly. "Look at you," he coos sarcastically. "Y/N, baby, you’re such a fucking mess. Pathetic." Suddenly, he lifts you off the desk and bends you over it, cheek pressing the top and ass exposed over the edge to him. You whimper at the feeling of your shirt being stickied from your arousal left on the table from just a few minutes ago. You try moving away from it, but Jimin holds you in place.

"Are you afraid that everyone else is going to see the mess on your shirt, Y/N? Is that why you’re trying to move?" he hovers over you from behind. "Or perhaps," he continues, hot breath tickling over the shell of your ear, "you want to continue being a brat. Make me punish you until you’re begging for me to make it stop."

He spanks you, the sound echoing across the room before you register the sting of his action. You clench involuntarily and let out the slightest of whimpers. "Fucking hell, are you this turned on? Making noises even if I don’t touch your filthy little pussy?" he asks, smacking your behind again. You bite down on your lip to avoid giving him the answer he already knows.

"Count for me. Be good and maybe I’ll finally let you cum." he commands, spanking your right ass cheek again. "O- one!" you groan. He spanks your left side, the stinging sensation causing you to leak more arousal. "Louder, Y/N. Let me hear you," he hisses, hand in your hair, and pulls you up slightly. "T- two," you stammer. another slap echoes across the room. "Three! God Mr. Park, please." At this point, you’re not even sure what you’re begging for; your mind is numb with lust.

"T- twenty! Agh, fuck, please," you squirm under Jimins grasp. The throbbing of your clit has increased tenfold, and you can practically feel the shaking of your thighs through the desk.

Jimin slips his hand between your legs, feeling the soft flesh of your inner thighs slicked with your juices. "You’re fucking dripping, Y/N. Look at you. Did getting punished turn you on this much, doll?" He swipes up your slit, teasing your fluttering hole. You scrunch your eyes in displeasure and try to back up into him, only to be stopped by a harsh smack onto your already throbbing cunt. You yelp and flop back on the desk, cheek pressing the surface.

You feel him rubbing his dick against your folds and sigh in relief. Suddenly, Jimin slams into you from behind with no warning causing you to let out a harsh groan. "Ah, professor!" you exclaim, balling your fists in pleasure at finally being stimulated. His cock seems even bigger from this angle, and your entrance stings delectably at the way he splits you open.

"You feel how tight your pussy is, princess? How tight it is for me? Nobody else makes you feel this needy. Nobody," Jimin mutters in your ear after pulling you up. He pulls your head back by your hair, exposing your neck, which he plants wet kisses on. He reaches down in front of you, tracing an achingly slow path from your stomach to your slit with his fingers. You’re reaching your orgasm at an embarrassingly fast rate due to all of the edging you’re been through, so when Jimin finally brushes over your clit, it’s no surprise that your walls tighten even more instantaneously.

"Ji- ‘m gonna cum," you moan wantonly. "Yeah? Is my little slut finally going to cum?" He hisses out at the way you tighten around him. You nod desperately, gripping his arm rubbing figure eights over your sensitive bud.

"Oh god, Jimin, I feel it coming. Please please please let me cum. I'm being good for you, Mr. Park, please let me cum," you sob out incoherently as Jimin continues railing you from behind. You feel the ridges of his cock brushing your walls and shudder at his ministrations.

"Let go, princess, I got you. Cum for me. Tell me how good I’m making you feel," Jimin snarls, snapping his hips into yours, eager to get you to finally melt in his arms. You feel your orgasm crashing over you and you clamp down on his dick, legs shaking in relief. Jimin's grip on your hair tightens as he feels you pulsing around him, getting impossibly tight. Nevertheless, he continues thrusting into you.

You mewl, trying to shift away from Jimin's hold as his fingers return to your clit, rubbing figure eights into them, "J- too m- much," you whimper out, straining against his arms.

"Yeah?" his smooth voice asks, "but I thought you wanted to cum, princess? Didn't you? I need to cum, Mr. Park. I need to cum now." He mocks you. “Well, that's what I'm doing doll. I'm. Making. You. Cum," he emphasizes each word with a harsh thrust, jolting you forward.

You're being reduced to a mess, tears streaming down your face and slick dripping down your thighs. You can feel your gummy walls tightening more and more on their own accord, without even trying. Without even realizing it, you've changed from trying to move away from Jimin's fingers to grinding down on his dick.

Jimin, however, notices this. "God, you're such a slut, Y/N. Weren't you just asking me to stop?" He raises your left leg onto the desk, allowing him to have more access to your folds. He slaps your clit when you don’t give a response and you yelp, clenching down on his dick. He slaps you a couple more times, and your cunt drips even more, making your thighs sticky with your honeyed juices. You can feel yourself nearing your orgasm once again from his motions.

Suddenly, Jimin pushes you back on his desk and begins hammering into you from behind. "You're going to cum again, aren't you? Filthy little girl, didn't you just cum? Are you really that needy for some dick?" You try to hold back a whimper from his words but it slips from your lips. "You're really a whore, aren't you, baby?"

In response, Jimin spanks you, and you yelp. "Keep doing that," he hisses when you clench down on his dick. "You like being punished, don't you?" You nod meekly in response. He smacks your already reddened ass again and you hiss at the stinging sensation. Paired with the pleasure his cock is giving you, thrusting so deep into you, you can feel yourself practically getting high off the feeling.

Jimin feels you cumming before you realize it yourself. His hips nearly stutter at the way your walls have clenched around his dick. He opts to rut his hips into yours, no longer being able to thrust in and out due to how tight you are. He reaches under your body to rub tight circles on your throbbing clit and you start cumming again, clenching erratically around his dick. "You cumming, Y/N? Be a good girl and let go for me. Get this fat cock all wet," he commands. You ball up your fists and dig your nails into your palms, pleasure coursing through your veins. Riding the course of your high, you wish for nothing more but to be in the moment.

When you come down from your orgasm, Jimin finally pulls his hard dick out of you. You feel his precum and your cum drip down your thighs. Whining, you rub them together to get rid of the feeling but it only serves to make you stickier. Jimin parts your thighs and runs a hand up them to cup your pussy, pausing to feel your cunt still clenching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. He smacks your abused heat, jolting you forwards and causing you to grit your teeth in overstimulation.

He flips you over, spreading your legs open. He leans over you, rubbing the tip of his dick over your swollen and throbbing clit, making you shiver. "Prof- professor, I can’t-" you begin but are interrupted my Jimin quickly shoving into you. Gasping, you clench down onto his dick, eyes rolling back into your head.

"You can, Y/N, and you fucking will," he grunts harshly, snapping his hips into yours. You grasp at his arm after feeling him in you deeper than before. The head of his cock nearly kisses your cervix and his impossibly hard dick stretches your tight cunt open even more, making you wince at the pleasurable pain.

"I- oh god, I really can’t. It feels-" you choke out through your tears. "It feels too- oh!" your head rolls back as Jimin hooks your legs over his shoulders, creating a new angle of penetration. He rubs your clit ever so slightly, the abused bundle of nerves pulsing under his touch. "It feels too what?" he hisses, rolling his hips upward so that his tip just barely grazes your g-spot. Too good, you want to say, but pleasure is clouding your mind and you can’t get the words out.

"That’s it, baby," he hums, "taking my fat cock so well even though you’re so- shit, you’re so fucking tight. Are you gonna cum again, hm? Cream all over my dick and make another mess?" you’re being reduced to a blathering mess, Jimin’s name rolling off the tip of your tongue. "Yeah? Can’t even hold it back a little? Even though I let you cum so many times, you still want more? Greedy little bitch," he spits at you.

When you clench down at his words, he starts pistoning his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass echoing around the room. His cock seems to be splitting you open even more, and you can feel every pulse of his dick on your walls. "Fuck, Y/N. I’m going to cum," he groans.

"I- I’m close too, Mr. Park. It- fuck, it feels really good," you breathe out as Jimin leans down over you. He slows his hips down, opting to roll his hips smoothly and brushing over your g-spot with painful accuracy. Hovering over you, his stare bores into yours, eyes flitting down to your lips, reddened and swollen from you biting them. You whimper and tilt your chin up towards him and he leans his head down to yours.

He lets his lips ghost over yours, warm breath brushing over your lips as his hips grind into yours. "P- please," you beg, and Jimin finally relents and melds his lips to yours, bringing the two of you into a searing kiss, groaning as you near each of your highs. You break the kiss to gasp out, "I’m c- cumming again Mr. Park."

"Yeah?" he breathes surprisedly, "your little pussy’s that sensitive that you’re gonna- fuck, you’re cumming already? So quickly?" he leans down as your orgasm washes over you, this one hitting you slowly and harshly. You arch your back into Jimin’s chest, hands gripping at the collar of his shirt. His thumb continues to gently rub over your clit, causing you to roll your eyes back into your head at the overstimulation. You start shaking underneath him, squirming to get away from the overload of senses, but he holds you in place as you ride your high for what seems to be like an eternity.

"That's a good girl," he soothes as you continue to writhe underneath him. "Look at you, stuffed so full of my cock it’s making you cry. Does that feel good, darling?" you nod, sobbing. When your orgasm starts to fade away, spots of white dotting your vision, he still doesn’t stop thrusting into you.

You bite your lip, and seeing that he’s close, you whisper, "M- Mr. Park, I want you t- to cum too. I- in me." His hips stutter at your words. "Shit, yeah? You’d let me do that?"

You nod, "want you to fill me up w- with your cum and s- stuff me so full of it that it’s gonna be in me for days. And I wanna fe- fuck, I wanna feel you in me even when I’m alone, professor." At your words, Jimin lets out a slightly animalistic growl and leans in. "You’d like that, huh?" he asks. "Me fucking you so well till you can’t think straight? Putting my cum in you so that when you walk out of here, it’s dripping down your pretty little thighs, making you look like the filthy little slut you really are? You think you deserve that?"

"Please, sir, I really want it," you beg, "please." With that, Jimin attaches his lips onto yours again, grinding his hips into yours even deeper as he finally orgasms. He doesn’t stutter his hips as he continues his ministrations, even though he can feel your walls desperately squeezing around him, milking his cock of its seed. You feel the thick ropes of his warm cum painting your inner walls every second. Each time he pulls out slightly, a bit of it leaks out of your cunt, dripping down your ass onto his desk. He continues fucking his cum into you until he’s satisfied with the way you’re shivering under him.

For a moment, all is still, nothing but the sound of the two of your breathing filling the air as you stare into each other’s eyes. "Um-," you begin, and Jimin quickly looks away, brushing his thumb over his plump lips. So that just happened. I fucked my teacher. I fucked Park Jimin.

"Wait here," he mutters, making your heart drop in disappointment. You nod, offering him a weak smile. Seeing this, Jimin reassures you, "don’t worry, I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right back," and cautiously steps out of the room after clothing himself.

You take this moment to recollect what exactly happened. Okay, so you just fucked your teacher. It still hasn’t sunk in yet, and probably won’t till you leave to clean yourself and look at the marks he’s made on your thighs and ass. You can’t help the giddiness you feel, like a kid who got the best candy bar in the world. After all, you got to hook up with your crush - in fact, the entire campus’s crush. The door creaks open and Jimin returns with some paper towels and wipes.

"H- hey," he smiles nervously. For the first time, he’s the one that’s stuttering. "Let me clean you up. It’s the least I could do after putting you through so much today." He spreads your legs gently, cheeks flushed, and begins wiping off the slick and cum between your thighs.

"Jimin, you didn’t do anything bad, calm down. Well, I mean you fucked your student? But other than that you’re fine. I really liked it," you try to explain, stumbling over your words. He looks at you incredulously, but shakes his head, smiling. "I don't want to tell anyone about this," you continue, "and I highly doubt you will, so this can stay as our little secret."

"Well looks like someone got fucked a little too happy. How come you never smile this much when I’m teaching, hm?" Jimin jokes after he finishes cleaning you up, kissing your knee gently. He hands you your thong that he’s kept for half the day and tells you to put it on.

"You’re still going to the party, right? Jaebum’s?" he asks and you shrug. "You should go. Have a fun time there, drinking and all that stuff." He leans into you, whispering into your ear, "and if that rascal wants to get into your pants, he’s going to see your soaked panties covering up that precious little cunt of yours stuffed with all that cum of mine. Maybe then he’ll finally back off," he smirks.

You blush, "maybe, Mr. Park. You know, you’re pettier than I thought you’d be." Standing up, to face him, he pulls you in by the waist till your chests are touching. You wrap your arms around his neck and he leans in, whispering, "well, Y/N, I don’t think you knew too much about me in the first place." Closing the gap between the two of you, you give him a peck on the lips, which quickly turns into a more heated kiss, lips melding together and tongues colliding. When you break apart, a faint blush on the two of your cheeks, Jimin smiles fondly at you and you look away.

"Well," you hum contentedly, "if I don’t know much about you now, I’d at least like to get to know you better in the future."

"One day," he breathes out. "One day."

Your grin, disentangling yourself from his arms. "One day soon, I hope. I’ve got to go now, but I’ll see you next class. Goodbye prof- Jimin. Have a great weekend."

He smiles softly, walking you to the door. "You too, Y/N. If you do end up going to that party, have fun. Stay safe."

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vidalinav · 3 years

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Going through my WIPs for my own nostalgia, and you know what? I do write smut only when it involves Eris... weird

He takes her in the stables and fire fills her lungs. She can’t stop gasping for breath. Eris only hikes up her skirt further, pressing himself deeper as he bites at her neck. Nesta smells hints of chestnut... nutmeg... coffee over a wood burning stove. It must be his hair, his skin, his body that has her tasting autumn in each kiss.

“You’re beautiful you know,” he gasps, “when you look at me like that. Such arrogance in your eyes, like you know I’ll do this all day.”

Eris slows his pace and Nesta claws at his back. More, more, more, her body screams.

This was at a point in time that I hated Cassian for whatever reason.... or because I loved angst. Maybe both. But basically the fic is about Nesta running away from Velaris, running to Eris who promises her money, then falling in love with Eris, helping Eris murder his father (LoA ends up murdering him actually) and then Nesta gets prego with Eris’s child which they name Rhea. AND THEN they meet the others again and Cassian who’s bitter asf. I was so petty to myself in that moment.

#Tagging this as #The Archive #so you can block that tag

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meltwonu · 2 years

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work drama before I actually update masterlists

(this is fucking LONG btw)

I think in my initial post I called her my ‘work friend’... um, we are not friends any longer ☠️

lmao uh basically, after that first initial post I made back in like sept? oct? when we got promoted, she was actually spoken to by our manager bc she was rly abusing her position over the new hires at work and they were starting to feel uncomfortable so we all ended up saying something and when she was spoken to then, she tried to play it off like “omg dude I got in so much trouble lol” even tho... that was technically the second time she had to be spoken to abt her attitude bc she was spoken to about it once before I got hired and we only got hired 2 months apart so... that wasn’t even a long time but anyway, she seemed to calm down a little after then - mostly bc I think she got scared?

but anyway fast forward to maybe nov and she's making all sorts of weird comments about my appearance and ykno I was going in to the office to work so she was seeing me irl and making comments about how I dress lazy (we dont have a uniform or dress code so???? what does it matter???) or that her “ clothes are so HUGE on her now but maybe they’ll fit me if I wanted them” or comments about how I had to do my hair roots bc they were growing in, etc. just rly petty comments that I brushed off bc they're so childish? like, who fucking cares???

BUT THEN fast forward to dec, around the same time I got into my car accident, I kind of backed off of work for a little bit and took on less projects just to give myself time to heal and just, not think about so much at once and to not give myself too much stress while I tried to figure out what was going on with my car and my insurance which - they didn't do anything about it so I have no car and no money for a new car :’) - and she started making comments like “woooow your project numbers are so low???” BUT we’re allowed to check our stats(its just project numbers and the money we bring in per project) but it’ll always show everyone else's stats too and it’s meant to just be like... for ourselves so we can see how we’re doing but it’s never MEANT to be to compare to anyone else so the fact she was pulling MY numbers at a time when she knew I was already going through a lot and slowing down on work while I sorted the other parts of my life???? but I still fucking didn't say anything bc, again, petty childish bs that I didn’t care about lol

the final straw was her making rly weird insinuating comments about me and one of our male coworkers cuz him and I worked on a lot of projects together before and after all this happened and he’s rly close to me bc we’re same age and just all around kind of the same person and he knows everything I'm going through so he helps me out a lot but she kept making comments insinuating there was something going on between us which a. we’re not allowed to date coworkers and I wouldn’t want to anyway??? b. im not interested in him like that?????? and c. he has a girlfriend??? so for her to be like ooooh you guys are spending an AWFUL lot of time together/must be nice to spend so much alone time together/etc. kind of made me feel rly icky???? so I spoke to our asm about it bc I was like, just weirded out BUT I also mentioned all of the previous things mentioned here, among other things that were also petty asf and she was like WHY HAVE U NEVER REPORTED ALL OF THIS (I did the first time just not everything cuz I kept forgetting everything she did bc there's just so MANY)

and then the tldr is that I finally had to speak to my manager about it which then prompted a meeting with our district manager(who already knew my coworker was a problem so lol...) and I was kind of trying to downplay it, honestly, bc I was like “its just petty nonsense that I dont really think twice about, it was just the weird insinuating comments that I am uncomfortable with bc it involves someone I DO consider a close friend and its not fair to either of us that she’s saying this stuff” and they considered it sexual harassment so... yeah... I mean I'm not surprised either, bc she’s not making these comments towards anyone else and also our manager reconsidered her promotion bc she's proven that she's not mature enough to be in the position so she was demoted until she can learn how to respect everyone in the workplace so she’s most likely taking it out on me bc I'm now in a higher position than her and in less time but... that’s because I minded my business? she literally could've just minded her own business and none of this would’ve happened but bc she decided to be petty and fucking weird, now all of this is happening AND our manager does not tolerate any of it so... yea,,,,, I said everything that I had to say and even tried to make it sound not as bad and my manager kind of gave me this weird look like “but you still dont have to hear it from anyone, its not okay” and I was just like yeah... thats true too 🥲 I've just experienced a lot of life trauma so I didn't think much of it but she’s right, I shouldn’t have to put up with this when I'm not even doing anything to deserve this kind of treatment.

and to put the final note on it, they updated me earlier today that they’ve already spoken to her and she’s pissed, obviously. she blocked me on all the social media that we had each other on and my manager told me that if she tries to speak to me or tries to retaliate, she’ll be fired so... yep that’s not rly what I was expecting but it is what it is lol

there’s probably some details I missed but its just been ALOT to go over in the last two days tbh.. I didn't expect it to be this bad but bc she’s already been spoken to in the past, I think they're just prioritizing it and making sure it gets handled asap which I appreciate that my peers actually care about me like they do but 😮‍💨 it’s fuckin exhausting I literally do not rest ever lol

#personal #why does the universe do this to me lol

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rozcdust · 2 years

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Hello dear, I'll give you a quick breakdown of me. I'm the self sacrificing and protective mom friend who also is a major menace to the group. Not sure how it ever works... Anyway, to people I dont like I'm petty asf. When I get pissed off, I laugh, and it goes down hill from there cause I've got a lot of built of anger.

Moving on, when I'm friends with or like someone I show it by acts of service or just general physical presence. I am dirty minded and I do like flirting with people I'm close with so you are warned.

Oddly enough, I am pretty polite with new people or people who are above me power wise (ie: bosses, teachers, my friends parents lol).

Overall, I'm a pillar and a solider for people (ive been called both) while also being a distraction and bad influence at times.

Sorry that got long, but I'm curious what your whole vibe is irl.

-with love, 💍

ah i see, we are not so different then!

ngl irl i am pretty chill, i have little to no filter but also def the mentally ill queer friend who you may not hear from for about 2-4 weeks. i’m also very blunt and have decided that social norms can get fucked so i have no issues being rude

and my love language is bullying and shameless pda sO

from general tr cast (if we’re going for a healthy relationship)

tora (after therapy) or emma

someone to balance us bitches with anger issues

patience

a somewhat soothing presence

can match energies

bonten

kakucho (my love 💖)

has a history of dealing with the ✨ mentally questionable ✨

he’s capable of getting shit done so he’d be helpful on bad days

mostly has his shit together

hot

unhealthy

hanma or baji

these bitches would be like adding oil to flame

the chaos would kill someone

i’m too similar to both of them so ion think it’d go over well

you may be able to balance somewhat but tbh i think it’d only end up with you having to bail someone out 😭

must i explain more

rindou

he has two braincells and inferiority complex, i don’t think it’d go well

and pls feel free to flirt with me, i love it 🤧 i think it’s fun

hopefully my answer satisfies you, love 💕

#💮deiasks #a #💍anon #💍 my beloved

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girlbabyvelez · 4 years

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FMK prettymuch and CNCO: categorize them. One person MUST be in the kill category from each band.

Please why do you make me go through this?

Fuck: Richard, Zabdiel, Brandon

Marry: Edwin, Chris, Erick, Austin, Nick

Kill: Joel (look we would never make a good match, we are petty and argumentative. it would end the world) and Zion

But if I didnt have to kill any of them I would fuck Joel and marry Zion

this was hard asf

Send me an ask!

#noe answers #fmk #why do you make me pick? i cannot

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spiderbixch · 6 years

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arguments with peter

requested? :: nope but it was inspired by @parkerbenjaminpete and their anon about starting shit with peter about thor lol, but everyone should request something for me to write 😋

summary :: quick little hc’s on what arguments are like with peter :))

warnings :: cursing, fluff and a bit of angst at the end, maybe one or two incredibles references, shitty writing

petty arguments

you guys bicker bout little shit

like which brand of bagels are better, out of all the avengers who could swim the fastest, stupid stuff, etc.

peter is always the first to start the argument

it’s totally not because the way your nose flares when you’re mad is cute

you’re always the one to give in because you really don’t care

*whispers* because you’re right 99.99999% of the time

^ ‘fine you’re right—ugh’

you pout while you finish your homework in silence

and you brush peter off every time he says something, cuz you don’t give a flying fuckkkkkk

^ ‘babe you sure you don’t need help with number five?’

^ ‘nope’

peter gives you kisses all over your face to make you stop pouting because he feels bad

you can’t ignore his puppy dog eyes and cheek kisses—you can try but you simply can’t

okay so one night peter is being a little fanboy and was showing you “how cool” his thor impression was

cuz he’s a nerd cool boi 😎

and as much as you love this nerd cool boi, he was boring the fuck out of you and you just wanted to watch netflix!

this movie night was your turn and you weren’t gong to miss out on it

^ ‘but [y/n] just listen one more time!!!! i sound just like thor’

nope you’re not having it

^ ‘peter no—stfu im trying to watch the damn movie, dylan o’brien is in it !’

did you just say that??

peter’s head cocked to the side so hard he could’ve broke his neck

^ ‘thor is w a y more sexier [y/n]’

you look at him and smirked

you were about awake a storm

^ ‘thor? ha you’re funny peter, he’s not that cute’

peter looked down at you and his arms were crossed

T R I G G E R E D

bruh peter would be fucking triggered asf ‘[y/n] take that back—taKE iT BAcK’

^ ‘NEVER BITCH’

serious arguments

the two of you rarely have serious arguments

but when you do OH BOY

you both stubborn bulls butt heads, it’s always about his work as spider-man

yes you were madly in love with your best friend peter parker, but you just wanted him to be happy and safe, you knew that it wasn’t going to be easy

when peter came late to your date you were sleeping on his couch with your head buried deep in his sweatshirt, it made you feel closer to him when he was away

sometimes you stole his sweatshirt, whether it fit you or not, it was like holding onto a piece of him

he crawled his way over to you, a bloody mess gasping for air

peter’s bloody hand grabbed your foot scaring the living shit out of you—at first you thought he was a monster

but you quickly realized that the mister was your boyfriend and jumped to get the first aid kit

^ ‘peter! peter what the he’ll happened?’

he couldn’t talk, it was all too painful, instead he grumbled and winced at your handy work

you weren’t the best nurse, but you learned a few tricks from nat

you put a wet rag above his swollen and bruised face and gave him a glass of water

^ ‘thank you..[y/n]’

oh so now he can talk?? so?? he must??? be able to explain?? right??

you were pacing back and forth, spewing your anger from left and right about his stupidity

then YOUR boyfriend, peter parker, had the audacity to mumble ‘im fine’

^ ‘you may not need your glasses anymore, but you’re still blind’

ROASTED

then he’d shout at you back wincing inbetween his shouting, saying it was for “the greater good”

but you were a mess, you couldn’t put your sentences together

BOOM TEARS

^ ‘i love you peter parker! i-i can’t lose you do you hear me? i’m not strong enough’

you’re back would be turned so he wouldn’t see you cry, your eyeliner now running down your cheeks

peter grabbed your wrist and brought it so his swollen lips, ‘don’t cry—please babe, fuck im sorry’

he yanked you down to his side, putting his forehead onto yours, his chocolate puppy eyes staring back into yours

that was your weakness, it didn’t make all forgiven, but you sat on the couch with his head it your lap

playing with his curls until you both fell asleep

in the morning he knew he was going to be in big trouble, but for now he was going to bathe in your love

#tom holland #peter parker imagine #peter parker #spider-man #spiderman #spider man: homecoming #peter parker fluff #a bit of angst #we all know tom and peter have a thing for thor

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thinkyoureholy · 6 years

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EXO Reaction to You Getting Too Cuddly with a BTS Member

[Request made by anon: Exo Scenario where you get too cuddly with a bts member and he get jealous? 💗 then vice versa if you have time? Hihi thank you!! Love your writing btw 😭]

BTS Version

Minseok

I don’t really see Minseok as being too much of the jealous type, but that’s not to say that he doesn’t get jealous, he’s just very quiet about it.

When Minseok saw you getting a little too close for comfort to Seokjin he said nothing, keeping his mouth shut as he simply watched on. He was a little annoyed with you since you were the one getting too cuddly with Seokjin, not the other way around. This didn’t give Minseok the right to say something to Seokjin when it wasn’t really his fault, but it didn’t stop him from glaring daggers into the man.

From his place across the room Minseok kept his gaze on the two of you until one of you noticed. And as he had hoped, you were the first one to see him staring. The look in his eyes told you he wasn’t happy with you and as you looked down to see your arms wrapped tightly around Seokjin’s waist you immediately knew the reason why. Not wasting another second you unwound your arms from around Seokjin’s waist, taking a step back and away from him.

Minseok smirked, happy that he could get you to let up without him having to speak up about it and cause a scene.

Junmyeon

Junmyeon…is a very expressive man. He tries his best to hide how he’s feeling but…he’s not very good at it.

So when he saw you cuddling up to Namjoon his expression immediately went sour. His smile vanished into thin air as his eyes travelled down to your hands that wrapped around Namjoon’s arm. Feeling the jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach he walked over to the both of you. The two of you had been laughing so when he got close enough to you Junmyeon also started laughing, not so subtly prying your fingers off of Namjoon’s arm. Junmyeon then proceeded to wrap a firm hand around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Man, that’s hilarious. You know what else is funny? Thinking I wouldn’t notice how the to of you were just a little too close for comfort with each other. Don’t you think you should try and get your own girlfriend, Namjoon-ah?” Junmyeon said, with the fakest smile plastered on his face, his grip on you tightening.

Yixing

Yixing…is also a man of few words. I see him as a silent observer much like Minseok, in most cases but this isn’t one of them. Yixing is very blunt with his words and in this particular situation he isn’t to going hold back.

When he sees you with your arms wrapped tightly around Yoongi’s waist, your head leaning on his shoulder, Yixing was anything but happy. The smile he had on his face when he walked in vanished, a frown taking its place. The two of you hadn’t noticed Yixing so when he manually and quite forcefully removed your hands from around Yoongi, you and Yoongi were more than surprised.

“I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself….Y/N has a boyfriend after all.”

“Xing….come on it’s not-”

“It’s not what it looks like? Be glad I’m not reprimanding you instead since you were the one with your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.” Yixing said, his face blank but you could tell that not only was he annoyed, he was livid.

“Stay away from Y/n, Yoongi..if you know what’s good for you.”

Baekhyun

Baekhyun…ah Byun Baekhyun, this man…will devour Jimin alive. Don’t be fooled by his happy go lucky exterior, Baek will turn sour as soon as he sees something he’s not happy with.

Baek didn’t like causing a scene but in this case….he was willing to cause some drama. How dare Park Jimin think he can have his arms around you like that. And you? Why were you hanging onto Jimin when you had Baekhyun right there. So Baekhyun did the only thing he could do, he forced himself in between the two of you, roughly and not so subtly pushing Jimin aside. Jimin stumbled a bit before regaining his balance, confused but also annoyed with Baekhyun for pushing him.

“Sorry Jimin, Y/N has a prior engagement to attend to.” Was all Baekhyun said with a grin, his voice chirpy, pulling you along with him before you could come to your senses and say anything about what just happened.

Jongdae

Not only is Jongdae shady, that motherfucker is also petty asf so you have your hands full with him.

With that being said, Jongdae hated the fact that you were clinging so tightly onto Hoseok. It was no secret that Hoseok and you were the best of friends, however, that didn’t stop Jongdae from getting annoyed/ jealous of the way the two of you acted around each other. Jongdae absolutely hated it but knew he couldn’t do much about it but he’ll be damned if he just sat by this time. So with a smirk he pulled out his own phone, grabbing your attention immediately. You knew him better than anyone, finally taking notice of the position you were in with Hoseok.

With a smirk Jongdae started calling her number, “Sooyoung?”

As soon as you heard her name you unwound your arms from around Hoseok’s frame, going over to Jongdae immediately. You laid your legs across his lap, tucking yourself under his arm, snatching his phone away and ending the call, “Why are you like this.”

“Why do you insist on being so touchy feely with Hoseok while I’m literally five feet away?” He shot back, with a grin.

Chanyeol

Chanyeol was less than happy when he saw you cuddling up to Yoongi, aka Mr. Steal Yo Girl.

You had invited Chanyeol over for a movie night, what he didn’t know was that Yoongi was also joining. So to say he was surprised to see Yoongi and you sitting on the couch when he walked in was an understatement. At first it didn’t bother him much, the two of them were actually great friends. As time went on however Chanyeol noticed how you were starting to lean more and more into Yoongi’s side. He clenched his jaw, looking away, trying to keep his jealousy under control. By the time you had your arms completely wrapped around Yoongi Chanyeol couldn’t take it anymore. Without a word he pulled you towards him, wrapping his own arms around your body.

You and Yoongi shared a look before everything clicked. You looked up at Chanyeol, watching as he refused to even acknowledge what happened.

Kyungsoo

Kyungsoo...well I honestly think he’d have a different reaction all together. Instead of getting jealous he’d think it was kinda cute? Kyungsoo trusted you wholeheartedly, not that the others didn’t, but Kyungsoo seems to be able to control his emotions a lot better.

So when he saw you cuddled up to Jungkook he simply looked at the two of you with a small smile on his face. He knew the relationship you and Jungkook had was nothing more than a close friendship. He had nothing to worry about seeing you cuddling the maknae, knowing his spot in your heart was unshakeable. Kyungsoo wasn’t one to take your word for granted and when you would tell him on a daily basis how much you loved him he believed it with his entire being. Seeing you with Jungkook did nothing to set him off, being jealous was the last thing on his mind.

Jongin

Jongin, oof….Jongin was not happy. The moment he saw you and Taehyung cuddled up together in your room his entire being immediately burned with jealousy.

He clenched his jaw as he marched over to where the two of you were, grabbing Taehyung's arm roughly. Jongin dragged Taehyung out of the room, ignoring your shouts of confusion and pleas for him to stop. As he reached the front door Jongin grabbed Taehyung’s coat and shoes before shoving them into his arms and pushing him out the door, slamming it behind him roughly.

“Jongin what the fuck is wrong with you!” You yelled, pushing at his chest in anger.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you! You’ve been all over Taehyung for the past few days and I’ve tried staying calm but you had the nerve to bring him into my bed?!”

“We didn’t even do anything!”

“That’s not the point! How would you feel if I had say I don’t know, you found me with Hyojin the same way I found you with Taehyung?! You’d be throwing an even bigger fit than I am right now!”

You opened your mouth to say he was wrong but he refused to hear anything from you as he stormed out of the apartment, needing some time to cool off.

Sehun

Sehun, well with Sehun I see his reaction being a mix between Kyungsoo and Jongdae. He didn’t feel threatened by Jungkook per say, ayee international playboy strikes again, but he was a bit jealous and he wasn’t afraid to be petty about it.

The three of you were out on a walk, originally it was just supposed to be you and Sehun but you found Jungkook wandering the streets and asked him to join. Sehun wasn’t too bothered by Jungkook joining but he also wasn’t all that happy about it, he was kinda neutral about the whole thing. That is until Jungkook complained about being cold and you being well...you, you wrapped your arms around Jungkook to keep him warm.

Sehun ground his teeth together before smirking in disbelief. He turned to the two of you, a mocking smile on his lips.

“Doesn’t you just love how caring Y/N is Jungkook?”

His question caught the two of you off guard but he didn’t seem to care as he continued, “It’s almost as if Y/N was single and I, her boyfriend, don’t exist. Must be nice to having her clinging to you right?”

At that you knew exactly why he was doing this, Jungkook also catching on. Jungkook mumbled something about Jin picking him, leaving the two of you alone. At seeing him leave Sehun smirked once again, making you sigh as he draped an arm over your shoulders, acting as if nothing happened.

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issajuju-bug · 6 years

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Fuckboi Troubles Two

-I literally stayed up all night to write this so a bitch is tired,but don’t worry the story not over yet.

The whole ride to the apartment was tense as fuck. I can't believe I got in his damn car, ain't no way in hell am I forgiving him. Hell, I had to fight a bitch today. I don't give a damn how good the dick is, you not about to treat me like a side piece. So why the hell am I in his car right now looking like a dumbass?

"I can't believe you just did that stupid ass shit (y/n). Then you brought yo ratchet ass cousin, wit ha loudmouth ass." Erik says pulling up to our apartment. I get out and make sure I slam the door hard as shit. "Don't be slamming my door like that."

"Shut the fuck up talkin to me. I ain't trying to hear shit you saying, I hope yo dirty ass caught fleas. And don't fix yo damn mouth to say shit about my cousin." By now we've made it to the elevator. He hits our floor number and I move to the opposite side.

I look down at my phone when it vibrates to see Nicki has texted me. 'I just pulled up, Y'all in the apartment yet?' 'Yea we stepping out now, you can go ahead and come up.' "Why is my shit outside?" "Nigga did you not understand that I'm through wit yo ass. You can take that shit to Keke's mama house."

I step into the apartment about to close the door but he pushes it open. "Erik I'm not about to do this wit you just go, you obviously don't want me. So get yo ass from around here." Could this nigga not understand what I was saying like damn.

"I ain't trying to hear all that yo ass must forgot that I pay rent for this bitch!" "And my name on the lease bitch so try again." After I said that Erik got chest to chest with me. "You got one more time to call me a bitch, so you better watch that shit." I step back and look his ass up and down. "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?"

By now Nic is walking into the apartment and steps beside me. "Nigga I hope for yo sake you ain't threatening this one right here. Cause these hands bisexual asf and so are the bullets in my gun, so what you wanna do?" Nicki says pushing me back to step in front of Erik. "So what you gone shoot me now Nic?" I ain't saying you bout to get shot, but I can't honestly promise you not. You know I don't play no games with my cousin."

Erik backs up like he is about to leave but instead he looks at me. "I wanna hear (y/n) say she's done with me." I coulda swore I just told this nigga to get ghost, see that's that shit I be talking about. "Bye nigga." Instead of leaving like I told him this nigga starts laughing like it's something funny. "You really mad that I fucked that girl huh?" "You got damn skippy, how the fuck was I supposed to act Erik?

What you expected me to just be cool wit that shit?"

I moved past Nic to push him, I couldn't believe I was hearing this shit who the fuck did he take me for? I couldn't believe I actually loved this nigga. "You know what I hate you Erik; I hate that I ever gave yo stupid ass the time of day. I hate yo stupid ass I swear." "Yea whatever (y/n) you saying that shit now, but what about later?"

I laugh throwing my head back, "Oh you don't have to worry about later Erik because I got plenty of niggas lined up." Erik looks at me like I'm stupid and says, "The fuck you mean you got plenty lined up?" When he says that Nicki decides to make herself known again. "Nigga you honestly thought that you were the only person checking for my cousin, hell half of em are yo homeboys. Nicki says laughing way too hard for Erik's liking because he snaps.

"Man miss me wit that bullshit, you expect me to believe that them niggas dumb enough to try to (Y/n) while I'm fuckin her.....hell naw." Nicki picks up the water she left and sips it like it's tea. "I mean you don't have to believe me even if I got the messages to prove it."

"Didn't Rodney ask to eat yo pussy like it's his last supper (Y/n)?" Look at Nic ass being petty; she about to get Rodney's ass beat. "Yea he did but it's not a big deal, the thing that took me off guard was when he sent a video of his dick. When I say I was shook, girl I did not know Rodney was packing like that." I could tell Erik was getting mad but I didn't have any fucks to give.

"I swear my dude is working with three legs, I don't know how that nigga walks around with that shit. At this point, Erik is big mad he walking back and forth just mumbling. "You know what you go ahead and fuck that nigga, and when he turns yo ass out I don't wanna hear shit about it.

"Nigga I will pop this pussy for whoever I want to cause you and me are through. I promise you don't have to worry about getting a text from me." I was so ready to be done with Erik and his bullshit. "Can you just leave already I don't have time for this shit."

Erik grabs his stuff like he's about to leave but instead, he just walks down the hallway to one of the spare rooms. " I told you I'm not leaving, we got three whole rooms you can keep our old room." I know this nigga lying first, he cheats now he wanna be on some roommate shit. What's next he gone wanna braid my hair while we talk about all the people we've been fucking lately?

I look at Nic and she looking confused asf, I mean this nigga deflee said he was gone bounce if I told him to. I walk down the hallway to the spare room, "Erik you can't stay here I told yo ass yo go to Keke's momma house." "And I told yo hard of hearing ass that since I pay rent I ain't going nowhere." I look at Nicki so she could help, but this bitch on the phone talking to some nigga.

"Yea you can go ahead and slide through and make sure you bring something to drink and smoke. And it better not be Henny either." She looks at me and Erik with a big ass grin on her face. "You don't have to leave Erik I mean as long as you don't care about Rodney sliding through?"

This bitch must want a fight to break out, why the hell would she invite Rodney's ass. "Hell naw that nigga ain't coming up in here with that shit." "Erik you not my damn daddy I can do whatever the fuck I want." He looked at me smirking, "Oh so now I'm not yo daddy, ok then that nigga better not come here.

He walks into the room and closes the door. "Come on bitch we gotta get you dressed for Rodney," Nic says dragging me to my room. I was not ready for what was about to go down. Nic had decided that we should drink a little before Rodney came just so I could loosen up.

By the time Rodney came through I was gone. I never drunk a lot because of me being a bit of a lightweight. Erik usually stopped me when he noticed I was having a bit too much. I ended up answering the door.

”Heyyyy Rodney what's up, what took you so long to get here, ” I say pulling him into the apartment. He's looking around like he's trying to find somebody. ”Oh, you (y/n) I just didn't know if Nicki was being serious or not.”

I pull him to the couch while Nic is messing with my speaker. She turns Drowning on, at this point, I'm not really paying attention. I look Rodney up and down. He was a fine piece of dark chocolate that had pretty white teeth. He had a low cut with waves so deep it could make you sick, but no matter how fine he was or how drunk I was, he wasn't Erik.

Ask me if I'm gone let that stop me from getting this pussy popped. Nic is at the table rolling up. I look back at Rodney to see him looking at me mad hard. ”So you and ole dude broke up?” He asks scooting closer to me. Now Rod’s ass is supposed to be Erik boy, but shidd I see that don't mean shit. But that ain't none of my business as long as he takes my mind off of Erik ain't shit ass I could care less.

”Yea me and ole boy done I'm surprised you didn't know.” Nicki comes back with the blunt and hands it to me so I can light it. Now I'm not about to sit here and say I smoke on the daily but I know a lil.

I don't know how long it took us to smoke all the weed, but I feel like I smoked the most. Nicki is laying on the floor just eating some chips while I'm laid all over Rodney. I mean my ass is pressing into this nigga’s dick. I was about to say something but Rock by Plies came on and Nic decided to cut it up loud as shit. ”

SHE IS MY ROCK BUST AT THE OP HOLD DOWN THE SPOT, BEAST WITH THE BOX. SHAWTY BE WET, DOPE IN THE POT. BEAT DOWN THE BLOCK, THE BEST THING I GOT. SHE IS MY ROCK, OCK, OCK, OCK, OCK, OCK, OCK.SHE IS MY ROCK, OCK, OCK, OCK, OCK, OCK, OCK!

When I say that shit was loud I mean I could feel the vibrations on the table. Nic made Rodney and me get up to do the damn dance with her, that was all. Next thing I know Rodney grinding his damn dick all on my ass. I mean he wasn't trying to hide it at all, he was holding my hips to make sure I didn't move.

I don't know if it was the weed or the alcohol, but my ass was just going along for the ride. In fact, we were all into it so much that we didn't notice Erik coming into the living room to tell Nic and me to turn down the music. Everything after that seemed to move in slow motion.

Erik looked at Rodney first, then where his hands were; he looked at how close we were last. He went from mad to pissed tf off. ”Nigga if you don't take yo goddamn hands off my girl, I'm gone break them shits.” I tried to move just in case Erik jumped over the couch to get to Rod, but this nigga’s grip was hard as hell.

”Last time I checked Y'all broke up so I can do whatever the fuck I want. I look at Nicki and she moving my table against the wall. ” I don't give no fucks while I'm staying here paying rent she my girl.” If this nigga mention paying the rent one more damn time I'm gone hit his ass.

Rod finally lets me go so he can step closer to Erik. ”Well if she was all on me like that then you must not be doing something right.” Nic and I move the couch forward just in case these niggas get to tussling. ” I don't even see why you coming at me like this E, I thought we were boys?”

Erik steps closer to Rod, ” Nigga we weren't shit especially since you trying to fuck (Y/n).” Lord, I swear these niggas gone make me get a white boy. You know what they say ’Once you go white your credit get right.’ I don't know what Rod ass said cause I started ignoring they asses, but the next thing I know Erik then hit this nigga. Why when a nigga gets hit his first reaction is to grab the nigga that hit him.

Now Rodney wasn't weak by no means, he used to be a linebacker on the varsity football team. So it can be dangerous if he gets a good grip on you. When he grabbed Erik he took him to the ground and these niggas just had to break my side table. Erik was trying to get up but like I said Rodney was more on the wrestling side than actually throwing hands.

”Well, there goes any high I had; do you wanna break that up, ” Nic asks me looking at the fight. I really didn't want to get involved in that because of the fact that we could get hurt, but if we didn't these niggas were going to break everything. ”Aye, Y'all can take this shit outside.

Nic and I are trying to pull Rodney off Erik but this bastard is strong as fuck. With us trying to pull him off, Erik pushes him which results in Rod falling back with me and Nicki falling too. Nicki’s not hurt and for a sec, I think I'm ok too until I feel this really sharp pain in my lower back.

I ignore it and get back up to help Nic cause now Erik is hitting Rodney. ”I'm gon tase both Y'all asses I swear.” It's a little easier to get Erik off of Rod, but that doesn't mean they stopped fighting. Rod is up in a sec trying to get back at Erik.

Nic steps in front of him while I push Erik back some. ”Rodney I'm sorry but can you leave, I'll call you later.” “Man nawl fuck you bitch and that nigga.” What the fuck did I do I’m just trying to break up this damn fight. “Call her a bitch again and watch I rock yo shit.” “And I’m wit Erik for once, bitch you than lost yo everlasting mind talking to my cousin like that.”

I mean I can see why Rodney is mad, Erik did fuck his face up. He snatches away from Nicki to go to the door. ”That's why yo dick little you peanut head ass nigga.” Yea we lied about him having a big dick, we just wanted Erik to be mad.

Rodney slams the door when he leaves, but all I care about is all the shit they broke. I try to sit down on the couch but it hurts every time I bend. ”Whats wrong with you did he hit you, ” Erik asks walking over to me. ”No, but when I fell I think I hit my tailbone.”

Nicki goes to get something cold while I try to walk to my room. I couldn't even make it out of the living room before Erik picks me up, which hurts like hell because I'm bending. ”No Erik put me down this hurts I can walk myself.” He takes me to our my room and lays me on my stomach.

Nicki comes with some ice in a small Ziploc bag Erik grabs it from her and puts it on my lower back. ”I'm going to the other room, you gone be ok or...?” Nicki trails off looking at me. ”Yea I'll be ok thanks Nic.

”Its ok Erik you don't have to hold it I'll do it, ” I say trying to reach my hand back but he just hits it. ”It's my fault you're hurt so this the least I can do.” I feel like he wasn't just talking about his fight with Rodney, but him cheating too. ”I don't wanna talk about it anymore E.”

”Well I want to talk about it (Y/n), I was stupid to cheat on you. Then I got mad when you wanted to move on.” I turn my head away from him to look at the headboard since my eyes were starting to water. I was so ready to push him away but was that really what I wanted.

Erik was my first real love but that doesn't mean I can just let him cheat on me. My mom uses to tell me that cheating wasn't a dealbreaker for her and my dad. She said because of it only happening once and my dad begging for forgiveness, but could I trust Erik not to cheat again.

”You don't have to worry about me anymore, I'll be gone in the morning,” Erik said getting ready to leave. I turn to grab him, ”We can try again, slower this time.” I said while my tears were finally starting to fall. Yea I'm stupid but love often makes people like that.

”Lay back down baby before you hurt yourself again.” ”If I lay down are you going to leave?” I ask looking at him. He shakes his head as he wipes my tears away. He pulls the covers over me and gets up to cut the light off. He comes back to lay down beside me being careful not to hurt me.

”How about we finish talking about this tomorrow?” Erik asks looking at me or at least I think he's looking, it's too dark to tell. ”Can I ask you something E?” He laughs which makes his chest jump. ” You just did, ” he says pulling me closer. ”You know what I meant smartass.”

”I did I just love to mess with you.” I take a deep breath thinking if I really wanted to know the answer to this question. Another thing my mom said that if you didn't want the answer don't ask the question.

”What made you cheat on me?” I ask poking his chest. ”You had pissed me off, I don't even remember what we argued about that day. When I left I went to the club to just drink, but I saw ole girl there and she was pushing on me had as hell. So I said fuck it, we didn't fuck that night she just sucked my dick.”

I let all that sink in, I kinda wondered did he forget her name. ”But like I said we’ll talk about that tomorrow, now go to sleep and don't think about it.” We get comfortable and I close my eyes thinking about what was going to happen tomorrow morning.

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