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plzfeedmebread · 1 year

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Where'd You Learn That? Tsu'tey x Female! Human Reader

word count: 2.9k

Pairing: Tsu'tey x Female! Human! Reader Tags/Warnings: R18 - minors DNI, smut, p eating, tongue action, established relationship, fluff, romance, alcohol consumption, slightly inebriated reader, wingman Jake

Author's Notes: For this prompt! Dedicated to @mechformers, thank you for my first Tsu'tey fic inspiration! Apologies for any grammatical errors, I hope you enjoy!

The scent of spiced meat and sugared fruit tickles your nose. You are thankful for the implants in your nasal cavity and lungs, letting you freely enjoy the Pandoran air and all it’s wonderful smells.

Spirits are high as the clan celebrates well into the night. A bonfire roars at its centre; Humans and Na’vi gather all around in song and dance. Drinks flow freely among the crowd.

You take an experimental sniff of your cups contents. The smell reminds you of elderberries, and cinnamon, with an undertone of something sugary. Throwing caution to the wind, you take sizeable sip.

It does not taste as it smells; but is delicious all the same.

One cup turns to two.

Another.

Then another.

You close your eyes.

A blanket of warmth wraps around you as your body moves to the rhythmic beat of drums. A gentle buzz tickles the back of your mind.

You make lazy patterns with your arms, swinging your hips side to side as you let the music guide your movements.

The hairs at the nape of your neck stand on end.

Suddenly, you get the distinct feeling that you are being watched.

You open your eyes, searching the crowd for your would-be observer.

A golden gaze snaps your head in place, stilling your movements. The world around you fades to the back of your mind. Your focus attuned to him alone.

The Olo'eyktan, noble warrior and esteemed Clan Leader, is devouring you with his intense stare. Tsu’tey tilts his head to the side, leaning back in his seat as he openly ogles you.

There is movement in your peripheral. Stealing a glance, you spot Jake and Neytiri giggling and whispering among themselves; their own eyes darting between Tsu’tey and yourself. When Jake catches your eye, he rolls his eyes and nods his head toward Tsu’tey, then starts gyrating on the spot as he makes eye-contact with you once more. Neytiri hold a hand to her mouth as she stifles a laugh, swatting him playfully on the arm.

The message is loud and clear, and you pull your eyes away, back to the object of your affection, doing your best to keep your face as neutral as possible.

The look on Tsu’tey’s face sends a shiver crawling up your spine. There is a familiar dark wanting hidden in those amber pools, and in this moment, you have never felt more desired. Arousal thrums from your core when he flashes you a cocky smile; the hint of his fangs glistening in the deep colours cast by fire.

Your liquid courage from before fuels your next move.

Eyes half lidden, you bite your lip and place your hands to your sides. Your hips sway in time with the beat as you drag your fingers up, teasing the swells of your breasts, and up to trace the sides of your face.

Your hands slowly make smooth patterns in the air, before coming down to glide over your chest. There’s no real technique to your fluidity; you simply let the music guide you, letting the sensuality of your movements speak for you.

Even as you do the occasional spin, his eyes never leave you. With your focus set only to the man honed in on you, unfortunately, you fail to notice the staggering body of a Na’vi man about to collide with you.

The drunk warrior spills his entire drink all over your front. The spicy smelling liquid soaks through your shirt, causing it to stick to your skin.

Before you can blink or even register what has happened, large hands are immediately on you, steadying you against a warm body. A hiss, an exchange of heated words. None too soon are you suddenly hoisted into the air.

Your word spins, causing an uncontrollable giggle to come bubbling forth.

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“Here. Eat.” Tsu’tey’s voice commands, and you feel something wet press against your lips. You take the slimly object into your mouth without hesitation, chewing it slowly.

“Eurgh! That’s so bitter!” You complain as you swallow it with some difficulty. Tsu’tey let’s out a quiet amused huff.

“Bare it. It will help clear the mind.”

He is, of course, right. The world suddenly snaps into focus once more. You take stock of your surroundings.

The two of you are alone, somewhere in the forest. Night still blankets Pandora; the forest sings in quiet tones, effervescent colours dancing in your vision.

You sit at the edge of a heated spring, your feet idly dangling in the warm water. Long blue legs cage you in from either side, and you realise you’re sitting in Tsu’tey’s lap space, leaning against his front.

The memory of your attempted sexy dancing, the disaster sticking to your skin, and now your current seating arrangement, causes you to blush.

And you blush hard, covering your face with your hands.

Tsu’tey chuckles behind you, his voice vibrating in his strong chest, reverberating in your bones.

“Why so shy, [Y/N]? Where did all that confidence go, my little txeptsyì?”

“Tsu’teeey…” You whine, pouting as you look up to him. He takes your hands from your face, his large thumbs gently stroking your palms.

“Where did you learn that dance?”

“Uhhh…Nowhere in particular…I just, wanted to dance for you…The music, the alcohol…your eyes on me…Just felt right is all. Urgh, probably didn’t look sexy at all—”

Tsu’tey ponders the not so familiar word for a moment, trying to recall its meaning.

“The dance…It is meant to entice? Physically?”

“Y-yeah. Sure, let’s put it like that.”

“…Is that what you want, [Y/N]?”

You wordlessly nod. It has been something you craved for a while. Up until now, the two of you spoke only in honeyed words, fleeting touches and chaste kisses. But your body had needs, and the primal desire to become one with your beloved only grew as time passed.

“You are very small, ma tawtute. I could hurt you…” His apprehension shows on his face, ears slightly pinned back.

“I will not break so easily.” The determination in your voice clearly stirs something within him, as evident on his face.

Tsu’tey understands all too well what you want. He had fought with himself when he had first developed feelings for you. But you had burst through the walls he built around his heart, reigniting feelings he thought once lost to him.

And here you were again, fighting against his fear of harming you. It wasn’t the intimacy that scared him, he had long since resigned to the path his heart took, all in stride of course. His biggest fear, was hurting the one he cared most for.

But by the Grace of Eywa, he wanted you as his mate. You were in all sense but physical, already his mate. And there was no doubt in his mind of your intentions. He could smell it. And this wasn’t the first time either.

“Okay.”

You blink at him a few times.

“Wha—really?”

He moves himself into the pool. He stands in front of you, the water coming up passed his waist. He plants his arms on either side of you, boxing you in.

“Yes. You doubt my words?”

“No! No I—” He pulls you up into a heated kiss before you can waste your breath on further words. He holds you gently, careful not to exert too much strength. You melt in his arms, your body already feeling mailable thanks to your slight inebriated state.

When he pulls away, he swipes the thin line of saliva left by his retreat. He tugs at the hem of your top.

“Fì’u’aku.”

You do so without hesitation, hastily throwing the soaked garment aside along with your pants.

Tsu’tey hums appreciatively as you lay bare before him, clad only in your smalls. His eyes roam over your body. From the red flushness of your face, to the swell of your breasts, down does his gaze travel; admiring the smoothness of your skin, the softness of your flesh.

His fingers drag along your sticky skin, worshipping every inch he touches. You marvel at the size of him; his hand covers the whole of your chest. If he wanted, he could crush you with a single squeeze. Slick coats your walls at the mere thought of his strength.

“Hmm. You are, sticky. Tsk. That skxáwng should have watched where he was going.” He leans down, sniffing at the nape of your neck, before giving you a purposeful lick.

You let out a surprised yelp at the contact, the warm thick muscle taking you by surprise.

“W—wait! Shouldn’t I clean myself off first? In the water?”

“Kehe. I will do it for you.”

“With what?”

“Ftxì oeyä.”

The blush on your face deepens at the prospect of him licking you clean. But you don’t object. In fact, the idea excites you all the more. Tsu’tey takes your silence as permission to continue.

He starts at your navel, slowly dragging his tongue up in a straight line, up between your breasts and along your clavicle. He let’s out a low pleasured hum at the back of his throat as he swallows your taste on his tongue.

His mouth is on you again, greedily licking every inch of your skin.

You let out a soft moan when he glides his tongue over your nipples; the sound making his ears flick forward. He does it again, earning himself another delightful moan to fall from your lips.

He smirks as he continues to lick you clean.

Once he is satisfied, you lay there covered in a sheen of his saliva, nipples hard from the cool air. You don’t feel sticky anymore. But you do feel the wetness of your loins.

Tsu’tey gives you a quizzical look, studying you.

“Hm.”

“W-what is it?” You stammer, painfully aroused, but still shy under this intense stare.

“It would seem, I am not yet finished.”

“Huh?...Where could you have possibly missed? I’m practically drenched, heh.” You let out a chuff at your own double entendre. What you don’t anticipate, is the down right lustful knowing smirk he gives you right back.

“Right…here.”

He drags a single finger up your clothed cunt, sending a sudden jolt of pleasure shooting through you.

You inhale sharply at the sudden contact, eyes fluttering closed as he continues to rub you through your panties, soaking them even further in your arousal.

Gently and with purpose, he slowly removes the undergarment, chucking it somewhere near your discarded top.

Feeling shy, you try close your legs. But you are no match for him, and he holds you in place; a hand pressed to either leg, keeping you spread wide open.

“Voìk si.” He commands, and you obey, all to eager for him to just touch you already.

Tsu’tey adjusts in the water, lowering himself to the space between your thighs. He starts kissing the inside of your leg, planting languid kisses as he moves closer to your apex.

He breathes deep of your scent, pupils dilating from your tantalizing smell. When he finally presses a kiss to your folds, you can’t help but sigh in relief. He kisses you again, the pressure of his large mouth against your sex flaming the fires of your arousal. The promise of pleasured release slowly starts to build.

He gives you an experimental lick, marveling at the primal taste you leave on his tongue. He spreads you further apart using his thumbs.

His tongue returns to you, licking away at the soft flesh of your pussy in long strokes. His ears perk at the undignified sound you make when he brushes over your sensitive bud.

Your mouth agape, formed into an ‘o’ as you squirm with pleasure. You squeeze your eyes shut.

His tongue is thick, large and oh so deviously wet against your folds. He presses his tongue flat against your cunt, roughly rubbing against your clit in meaningful strokes.

“Hmmm~! Just like that…” The honeyed tone of your voice is music to his ears. He wonders what other wonderful sounds you can give him. He uses one had to remove himself of his tweng, languidly stroking himself underwater as he continues worshipping your pussy with his mouth.

He licks and sucks at your folds, each ministration pulling you closer and closer to promised release. But it is not enough. Although he enjoys the soft moans and sharp intakes of breath you do, what he really wants, is for you to scream.

Both of his hands are suddenly cupping your ass cheeks, lifting you off the ground. You eyes snap open, widening in shock. He throws your legs over his shoulders, pushing himself forward, lifting you higher. Your core aches as you strain to keep balance on just your arms and upper back; your lower half practically vertical.

He wraps one hand around your waist, holding you still in a tight grip.

He’s on you once more, lavishing your sex in heated licks and gulps. The evidence of your arousal coats the entirety of his mouth, practically dripping down his chin. And he can’t get enough of it.

You hold each other’s stare; gaze unwavering.

Without warning, he presses his tongue to your entrance, plunging his warm tongue right into your welcoming hole.

The sudden stretch is a titillating burn, a burst of pleasure springing forth. Your walls mold around his tongue as he plunges the appendage in and out of you. He uses the thumb of his free hand to toy with your bud.

“F—fuck! Tsu’tey! YES!!!” You don’t break eye contact as your fingers dig into the ground below you as the coil tightens deep in your core. What started clumsily, soon turns ravenous as he fucks you with his tongue. At this downward angle, each plunge of his tongue into your pussy causes him to lick the spongy flesh just right.

Your release draws ever nearer, and you wish you could reciprocate in some way. Tearing your gaze away, you then notice his kuru hanging over his shoulder, resting within reach.

You take this tip in hand, gently squeezing to coax out his tendrils. He watches wide-eyed as you bring them to your face. You let the ends invade your mouth, teasing them with your tongue in a wet slobbering dance. It tingles.

You watch as Tsu’tey’s pupil’s dilate, eyes rolling back before he squeezes them shut. A low growl, perhaps moan, rubbles from deep in his chest and up his throat. The vibration courses through your walls and clit. The grip on your waist tightens, and he engulfs your entire pussy with his mouth. He sucks as hard as he can while rubbing his tongue against that knowing spot deep within your core.

You all but shatter. You scream, uncaring, as the coil snaps, pushing you over the edge.

Your orgasm bursts forth, and he drinks deep of the juices flowing into his mouth. Your legs squeeze tight in an effort to keep his head in place. He helps you ride out your orgasm to the fullest, licking your clit continuously. You remove the tendrils of his kuru from your mouth, desperately trying to speak when the feeling becomes too intense.

“S—stop…It’sss too muuuchh…” You slur your words, pleading. He yields, pulling his mouth away. He slowly licks his lips clean, letting out a low approving moan as he swallows.

“Ftxìlor.” He says, wiping his mouth with his thumb.

If you weren’t already burning, you’d blush at the sight of his mouth shimmering with your juices smeared all over his jaw.

Gently he lowers you back down, letting you rest on your back once more. He washes away your slick with the spring’s water.

Once done, he moves to lean over you, careful to hold himself up so as to not crush you under him. His hand comes to cup the side of your face, eyes searching.

“You are, alright?” He asks, and there is a hint of uncertainty to his voice.

“Alright??” You let out a huff, almost offended by the question.

“I am more than alright. I feel fucking fantastic…That was, amazing. Where did you even learn that?”

He gives you a cheeky grin, self-assured and brimming with pride.

“No where in particular. The sounds you made. The taste of you. It just, felt right.” Cheeky bastard was using your own words against you. You don’t mind though, and let out a soft giggle, placing your hand over his.

He leans closer, kissing you softly. You faintly taste yourself on his skin. You lick his lips teasingly, and feel him smile. He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“[Y/N]. Nga yawne lu oer.”

No matter how many times you hear it, you still get butterflies in your stomach. What a wonderful feeling.

“I love you too, my Mighty Warrior.”

He kisses you again, more passionate than before. His mouth moves against yours hungrily, yearning. You get the distinct feeling he’s ready. And by Eywa’s will do you feel ready as well.

When next he pulls away, you can see the desire burning in his eyes. He opens his mouth to speak, but you beat him to it.

“Ma Tsu’tey…I’m ready.”

“Yawne…”

You press a kiss to his nose.

“Let me feel all of you, my love. Join with me, before Eywa. Become truly mine…”

The smile he gives you is soft and genuine; nothing like the cheeky smirks or prideful grins.

He stands up, taking you by the legs and pulling your cunt flush with his pelvis. You look forward, and eyes widen at the sheer size of his hardened cock now nestled between your legs.

Your eyes dart from his face to his member a few times. You peer up at him, eyes pleading.

You needed that thing inside you right the fuck now.

“Now, [Y/N]…” You bite your lip as you watch him take himself in hand, lining up with your entrance.

“Rikx rä’ä.”

You scream in ecstasy with the first thrust.

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Glossary: txeptsyì - flame tawtute - human Fì’u’aku - remove this skxáwng - moron fnu - be quiet kehe - no ftxì oeyä - my tongue voìk si - behave ftxìlor - delicious Nga yawne lu oer - I love you yawne - beloved Rikx rä’a - don't move

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takumifujiwarastan · 22 days

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"you idiot."

pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of blood/wounds synopsis: megumi injures himself on a mission with you after stupidly trying to take on multiple first-grade curses at once. now you have to patch him up.

notice: there is no established relationship here. also reader is a bit of a tsundere hehe~ also i dont know anything about medical stuff!! this could be very wrong so im sorry!!

a/n: my first published fic woohoo!!

909 words

Reader POV:

“You idiot.” I grumble as I hold one of Megumi’s arms over my shoulders, helping him limp into the training room where the simple first aid was kept. I led him to the table in the middle. “Sit up here. Can you manage?” I asked him, to which he nodded and propped his arms up on the table, hoisting himself up onto the cold metal surface, wincing as his wounded leg throbbed angrily.

I started rummaging through the cupboards for the first aid kit, cursing under my breath as most were bare of the tools I needed. Despite being one of the top sorcerers in Jujutsu High, I was studying basic medical techniques from Shoko Ieiri, so I could help my wounded comrades in battle- like the one hoisted up on the table behind me.

I finally found the first aid kit, as well as an old towel. Running the towel under the sink water, I wring it out before turning back to Megumi, who was sitting up on the metal table and tentatively peeling ripped uniform fabric off the bloody wound on his leg.

Grabbing his hand and moving it out of the way, I grab the towel. “This will probably hurt.” I say nonchalantly before draping the wet rag over his wound, making him hiss in pain. Without minding his discomfort, I mopped up the extra blood around his cut so I could wrap it up. I look up at him, his eyes squeezed shut and his jaw tight. I go back to work.

Pulling the gauze roll and medical tape out of the first aid kit, I begin wrapping the deep scratches on his thigh that he got from the curses he tried to take on by himself. There was a large hole in his uniform pants from this, so using the space it created I maneuvered the bandages around his leg in and back out of his shredded pants. Once thoroughly dressed, I tape the end of the bandage to the rest of the dressing, and mopping up any excess blood with the towel.

Scanning his body for any more major wounds and seeing none, I start to work on the scratches and bruises on his face. Tossing the bloody rag into the sink, I walk back over to him, standing in between his legs and using one hand to push his messy raven-coloured hair out of his face, keeping it in place above his head with my hand. He makes somewhat of a scowling expression at this, that dissipates however once I press a wet cotton ball to the scrapes on his forehead.

Once the blood is cleaned I grab a gauze pad, sticking it on his wound and smoothing it down with my fingers. Then, grabbing bandaids from the kit, I brought a hand up to his jaw, tilting his head to the left so I could access the cut easier. Sticking a bandaid to the cut, I work my way around his face quickly in sealing each of his cuts and scrapes.

Finally, tilting his head so he faces me to patch up the last scrape, his eyes meet mine- and for a moment, I can't move. My eyes widen slightly, a subtle heat rises in my cheeks and my breath hitches. This is when I finally realize the situation we’re in. how close i was to him. Holding his face turned toward me and standing inches away from him.

It's now when I snap out of my thoughts and avert my eyes away, trying to collect my thoughts again so I can finish the task at hand, when this time, his hand finds my jaw and tilts it upward, making it so my eyes meet him again. Before I can react his lips are on mine, and I stand frozen in place, the heat in my face rising more and my breath hitching in my throat as my heart beats faster.

After a few moments he draws back, holding my face softly in his hand, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone as he looks into my eyes again, the same stoic expression on his face but a softer look to it now, a small smile threatening to break out on his face at the sight of my pink tinted complexion.

My usual aloof facial expression faltered, my mouth parted slightly in stunned shock as my eyes stayed locked with his. His eyes flicker from my lips to my eyes and back again, before slowly bringing me back in and closing the space, kissing me slowly and passionately.

As much as I try to keep distant from him, I can't help but melt into his touch as his hand caresses the side of my face so softly, tenderly. His thumb ghosting over my cheekbone as his fingers curl into my hair. His tongue brushes against my bottom lip, his touches so gentle, until he pulls away, leaving me breathless and stunned.

His hand lingers on my face, keeping my head tilted to face him as I stand just inches away from him. A soft pink hue tints his cheeks as his eyes stay locked with mine. I feel myself blush even more, the heat reaching the tips of my ears as I bring the back of my hand up to my face to cover the dumb expression.

“You idiot…” I grumble out once more as a subtle smirk tugs at his lips.

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#jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #jjk x reader #megumi x reader #jjk fluff #jjk

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diazsdimples · 23 days

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @theotherbuckley @steadfastsaturnsrings and @puppyboybuckley (who published the final chapter of the Mudslide Fic, PLEASE go read it!)

I wasn’t gonna do this today cause I had the shift from hell and didn’t manage to write anything yesterday between birthday things but I managed to cobble this together after my shift! Frostpunk AU weirdly came back to me so please enjoy this small snippet!

Much to Buck’s relief, both Edmundo and Christopher are still alive when they make it back to the city, in record time as Bobby will have him believe. Rappelling down the cliff with two semi-conscious, reasonably unstable patients is more difficult than they’d initially anticipated, so in a rush of fear as he watches Bobby struggle with Christopher, Buck offers to bring the boy down himself.

Much like they did the day Buck carried Christopher to the cabin, they strap the child to Buck’s chest, using a small harness stored in the med kit on a “just in case” basis. Christophers head clunks repetitively against Buck’s chest as he pushes them off the cliff, slowly letting the rope out with each jump. He wishes that it wasn’t a two-hand job, that he could cradle Christopher’s head with one hand and keep the rope moving with the other.

Above him, Bobby abseils down with Edmundo dangling to the side of him in a basket. They’d done one last temperature check on the two of them before descending into the heavy, cold mist that lay over the city, and Edmundo’s had been the lowest they’d seen it since the rescue. The way Eli’s face had paled and he’d instantly tugged Bobby aside, talking with him in low, hushed tones was enough to tell Buck about the state of his health.

It made a cold, thrill of fear rush down Buck’s spine, settling in the pit of his stomach as a constant reminder of how precarious Edmundo and Christopher’s situation was, as he carried the small boy to safety.

The moment Buck and Christopher touched the ground, they were pounced on by a team of medics, headed by Hen.

“What’s the story, Buck?” Hen asked as she hurried to help peel off Buck’s outer layers and unclip him from the harness.

“Found this guy and his dad half frozen yesterday. He’s probably 7 or 8 years old and got moderate to severe hypothermia. Eli’s been monitoring him and he’s stable but barely conscious. Probably malnourished and seriously dehydrated,” Buck pants as he lowers Christopher onto the stretcher Hen has prepared. The kid’s light brown curls fall over his face, curling against his eyelids and Buck reaches out a tender hand to brush them back before he can stop himself.

If Hen notices, she chooses not to mention the look in his eyes as he does this.

“Alright, we’re going to take him to the med tent now. What about his dad?” Hen asks as two medics swiftly hoist Christopher’s stretcher into the air and run off in the direction of the nearest med tent.

Buck watches, half in a daze as Edmundo is lowered to the ground. His lips are pale and chapped, and his face looks lifeless and devoid of colour as his head lols to the side. A sick feeling creeps through Buck’s body as he thinks of how close they came to not making it back. How close Christopher came to losing his father.

“This is Edmundo Diaz, severe hypothermia, dehydration and malnourishment. He’s had issues with his oxygen and heart rate consistently through the journey home. Hen, he’ll need around the clock care, someone to stay with him, to keep an eye on him,” Buck says, hearing the urgency in his voice as he speaks. He doesn’t know what compels him, other than a sense that Edmundo is the other half of a magnet that’s drawing him ever closer, but Buck continues talking. “You guys can’t spare another medic but I-I don’t mind sitting with him. I’m good at taking his vitals a-and I could keep an eye on the kid.”

Hen eyes him, as if trying to read what his true motivation is. “Go,” she finally says, inclining her head towards the tent. Buck doesn’t need to be told twice.

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nctstar · 5 months

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the day that i met you i started dreaming.

You watched in satisfaction as the imprint of your lips stained a faded red colour, two semi-circles adorned by fine lines. The smell of strawberry wafted gently, so subtle you could have missed it. Yet, his voice rang in your ears. “You taste so sweet, baby. You always do.”

pairing: jungwoo x fem!reader

other members: johnny, mark (+his brother), haechan (only mentioned)

word count: 3k

genre: fluff, romance

warnings: lots of kissing, one small smutty scene, not very graphic (penetration and kissing only), profanity (one use of the f word, shit)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my imagination. I don't know the nct members (including their family members!) and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. Also, even though I was inspired by mark's real life doesn't mean this is accurate at all, please keep that in mind nobody sue me please.

a/n: this is for my bestie @neocty because I love her and there aren't enough jungwoo fics out there and she is struggling, so I did what any good friend would do <3 so everyone else please look away (and by that I mean like and reblog and send me requests)

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You had first met Jungwoo in your first year of university. Surrounded by girls, one of them having their entire torso turned towards him like she was ready to mount at any moment. Giggles floated past you as you walked by, books slipping in your arms from the sweat on your skin. The edges dug uncomfortably into your side as you tried hoisting them from side to side, trying to find that sweet spot that wouldn’t make you want to throw all of them only the floor, give up and go home.

“Hey.” You hadn’t heard it at first, too busy untangling your arms. But it suddenly felt silent, too silent now, the giggles now gone. You looked up, and the first thing you noticed was also the first thing you said.

“We have the same headphones.” Your voice was monotone, your breath heating up your cheeks underneath your mask.

He frowned, and the second thing you noticed was-

“I like whatever you’re wearing on your l-lips.” He stammered towards the end, probably now understanding how strange that sounded. But if he was embarrassed, he didn’t let on. His face erupted in a confident, self-assured smile, one hand effortlessly running through his dusty brown hair. His face was cute, like a puppy, or a fluffy cat. Soft features, smile lines and shallow dimples on one side of his face. “I’m not hitting on you. My sister runs a small business and sells makeup. I’m trying to get girls to buy her stuff. She’s saving up for a car because she hates public transport. I, personally, don’t mind it. Anyway. Um, you want a flyer?” Paper shuffled in his hands as you realised that he was handing out flyers, not what you had originally thought when you saw all those girls around him.

You fought the urge to say aww as you took a flyer tentatively. You didn’t wear makeup other than yes, your lipgloss, the same one you had brought from your home country since you didn’t really have time to shop in Korea in the few days you had been here already. Your eyes started scanning up and down the flyer while your mind pondered, who still uses flyers to advertise nowadays?

You shuffled from foot to foot, aware that he was still standing in front of you for some reason. “Your sister seems really talented.”

“She is. She also, looks a lot like me.” Jungwoo proceeded to shove the remaining flyers under his armpit, other hand flipping out his phone. In your peripheral vision, you watched one girl side eye you, hard, very possibly the one who had wanted to mount him a minute ago. “Oh, that’s okay, um- oh wow!” Your eyes widened. “You guys look so alike!”

“Right?” Strangers standing musing for more than a minute was odd enough, but what he did next was even weirder.

“The flyer I gave you has my number on it, by the way.”

You looked at his face, soft brown eyes full of hope that made your heart twinge slightly with delight. He was so adorable.

“What happened to ‘I’m not hitting on you’?”

“I’m really not? It’s because my sister lost her phone, and,” he grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head, “I want to help her earn money as soon as possible. Because if I don’t-“

He grabbed both your arms, making you flinch a little in surprise, but not pull away, eyebrows perked at his words.

“-she’s going to make me drive her to uni every day! Do you want that for me?” He whisper-shouted this last bit, and you shrugged his arms off.

“I don’t even know your name, so…”

“Kim Jungwoo. Jungwoo. Are you from America?”

“How could you tell?” You smiled, the English rolling off your tongue with ease. “I’m actually technically from Canada. Born and raised. Lived in New York for a while, so…close enough, I guess.”

“Oh! So is my roommate! His brother is auditioning for SM tomorrow, and he needs me to drive them both there-“

You laughed, this time your head naturally rocking back. “Are you the campus free uber or something, Kim Jungwoo?”

“No, he’s dating my sister. Mark’s brother, not him. Hey!” He pointed one finger out, almost comically, like a cartoon character. “You should date Mark.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re both from Canada. It just makes sense. He gets lonely sometimes. I think it’ll be good. Will you come with me?” He talked with the speed of someone on drugs, but with none of the fatigue or lack of lust for life. In fact, he was what you would expect if you asked anyone in the world to picture someone bright and cheery.

You told yourself that was the only reason you said yes that day. Never could you have known how far your relationship would end up growing. Like the first seeds someone carelessly tosses to the dirt in the cold season, another person notices and starts to water here and then, it was only a matter of time before something bloomed come summer.

∞

“We’re going to be late.”

“Oh, relax.” Jungwoo scoffed, but you eyed his nervous hands, shaking and fumbling with everything, from the gear stick to the AC controls. Behind you, Mark’s voice called out. “Did you want me to-“

“No, Mark. It’s fine.” You shared a knowing glance with the Canadian boy in the back seat, and Jungwoo noticed. He coughed, smiling like he knew something everyone else didn’t. “Shut up.” You hissed. He giggled louder, now catching the attention of Mark’s brother behind the driver’s seat, his eyes warily leaving his phone for only a second or two. “What’s so funny?”

Jungwoo finally pulls back the gear shift, that engine now grumbling to life. “I just think _ is too nice and pretty to not have a date for Christmas.” Puppy dog eyes now on you, shirt hanging loosely on his body, he turned and tapped you on the chin playfully. You rolled your eyes, groaning. “Oh my god. Tell me why I even started talking to you that day?”

“You said you reminded me of a puppy.” He pouted, making a tiny, perhaps insignificant part of you beam with something warmer, deeper that just friendship. For the past month, Jungwoo and you had been on a casual texting basis. If by casual, you meant every day, multiple times a day. Turns out you both just had a lot to talk about, or were drawn to each other, or…well, you didn’t want to think about it too much. All you knew is that for the first time since you had arrived here, or honestly, in your entire life, you felt like yourself. And that was enough for you. More than enough.

Now here you guys were, talking about dates for Christmas.

“Can we go, guys? Seriously.” You nodded aggressively and swatted at Jungwoo to start the car, while Mark leaned over, tapping you on the shoulder. Your body swayed as Jungwoo started driving as if he hadn’t driven in ten years. “Jungwoo told me your lips are pretty.”

“Uhm, excuse me!” Jungwoo braked hard at the lights, making the two men in the backseat yelp, Mark now flown back with a resounding dull thump. “Oh my god. Forget making it on time. I’m not sure we’ll make it there alive.” Concerned murmurs filled the car, but Jungwoo kept his foot on the accelerator, pushing through. “Oh relax, guys. And also, you agreed with me, Mark!”

“Well,” You pressed your head against the seat, hoping to avoid a future concussion. “I am wearing Min-ah’s lipgloss, so, it’s all thanks to her.” You shared a smile with Jungwoo, him glancing at you for far too long for someone on a busy road. Mark’s brother raised his arm in frustration. “Jungwoo! Please. I want to be an idol, I want to live!” A loud honk kick-started the car again, narrowly missing the lights changing from yellow to red at the busy intersection.

“Oh, Jin-hyung! That means you could probably advertise the glosses, right?” He slunk back into his seat, muttering something like they’re both mad. “Well, like, after you pass, of course.”

“I’m not sure I will.” Everyone in the car started overlapping with words of affirmations and enthusiastic praises, even yourself. “You’re so great! And you’ve practiced, what, like ten times? And that’s just in front of us.”

“Yeah, Hyung.” Mark’s hands patted Jin-hyung’s knee. “You’re the best singer I know.”

Jin-hyung turned to face Mark swiftly. “Can you come in with me?”

“Um, wait-“

“Please? I’m gonna shit myself if I go in alone. Please?”

Jungwoo leant in towards you, and you immediately placed one hand on his shoulder, steadying him. “Easy, tiger. You know you have to stay in your seat to drive, right?”

His eyes not leaving the road, he asked, “What are they talking about?”

“Jin-hyung’s asking Mark if he can come in with him. I’m not sure if that’s allowed…” You trailed off, watching the building tower over you, drizzles of rain prickling the wide front window. “Wow. Is this it?”

Jungwoo nodded, his attention now on the brothers in the back seat as he tried to park the car. The atmosphere was noticeably intense now, and you also weren’t sure how to react. He coughed. “We’re here. You guys alright?”

“No. Shit, I can’t do it. I can’t.” Jin-hyung’s face was one of pure terror, face pale and clammy, pit stains now forming on his shirt despite the cold blasts of air from the AC. You and Jungwoo shared a glance, the first one that wasn’t silly, rolling your eyes or smirking. “Well, a-are you sure?”

He was quiet, and you noticed light reflecting off the rearview mirror, Mark looking down and biting his lip, face marked with intense concentration. The tension in the car was suddenly thick, like the way a bread knife runs through a block of cold butter, and you swallowed. Finally, Mark spoke. “Okay, Hyung. I’ll come in with you.”

You watched as Jin-young’s chest retreated as he breathed a sigh of relief, cheeks still flushed and red. He tried not to let this relief show, but his voice cracked as he spoke softly. “Thanks, Min-hyung.”

After the two left the car, it was just you and Jungwoo. And, for the first time since you guys had met, it was quiet, maybe even a little awkward. Your hands flew towards the controls of the car, trying to fill the time, only to be met with Jungwoo’s skin on the back of his hand. Wow, he felt so soft. “Oh, sorry. Do you listen to music? I mean, should we?” Retreating your hand slowly, you let your eyes travel to his face.

“Kiss me.”

“What?” You didn’t even register, even as you replied. He looked equally as shocked, staring back at you blankly as if someone else had said what he had said. He let one arm slump over the back of his seat, and your heart starting pounding, your throat clammy. “Jungwoo…”

“I don’t know why I said that, sorry.”

“Wait, do you…But you wanted…me and Mark…”

“I know!” He brought both his palms to his face, rubbing his eyes so hard until it felt like you were seeing stars. “I know. That was so stupid. I can’t believe that just happened.”

You were silent, your emotions rattling inside you noisily, threatening to blow your cover. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, until you stared at his doe eyes, his cheeks now flushed pink with embarrassment. You leaned over, closing your eyes at one point before your lips met, soft, plush, a mix of his morning Americano and the strawberry lipbalm from Min-ah. Pulling away, you were met with the tiny intricacies of his face, his scent, the feeling of his shirt under your palm. The cologne he was wearing tickled your sinuses. Normally you hated that smell, but today…

“Was that okay?” His breath caressed the thin skin on your face, and you nodded almost involuntarily. “Your cologne is a bit strong for me, though.”

“My what?”

“Sorry.” You had no idea why you were so unfiltered with him, thoughts running free from the confines of your brain and into the air. “It’s just…men’s cologne makes me sneeze.”

“Oh baby, you are so cute.” His voice deepened and it felt like someone just released a dozen hungry butterflies loose in your stomach, beautiful and urgent. He chuckled, pressing a kiss now to the sides of your lips. “You’re cute when you blush. So cute.”

The sound of the car door opening made you both jump, both pulling away in the process, backs now snug against your own seats. “How did it-“ you started.

“Min-hyung is going to be an idol!” Jin-hyung’s face was sweaty and warm, his eyes puffy and red possibly from crying, but he wore an unapologetic smile on his face, like this was what he wanted all along, and the relief was simply euphoric.

∞

You pulled your hand away from inside his, trying to rid the clammy feeling off your palms. “What’s wrong?”

“Just nervous.” Jungwoo towered over you, wearing one of those denim fleece jackets you loved so much over a white t-shirt you had gifted him 2 weeks ago. “You look so yummy in white, Woo.” You wanted to cringe at that your own voice reverberating through your skull, but you felt warm and nice instead, like you had just sipped hot chocolate in this freezing weather. He knocked his ankle against yours, playfully pushing you to the side, only to drag you back with his arm looped around yours. “I’m right here. It’s okay.”

“Okay.” You nodded, but anxiety still stirred inside you, making you sick. “Plus, we can always leave if you want.”

“_! Jungwoo-hyung!” Mark looked small in his oversized puffer jacket, waving one arm over his head enthusiastically. Beside him was Johnny Suh, a trainee friend of Mark’s from Chicago, master of sarcasm and dad jokes. Walking up towards the two men, Jungwoo’s arms slipped away from yours, and you playfully patted Johnny on the arm. “Hey, you.”

“Hey, gorgeous. Wait, are you and Jungwoo a thing now?” You half-smiled, shivering against the blast of cold air that pierced through your stockings. You felt warmth spreading on the small of your back, and Jungwoo’s voice behind you. “Yeah, man.”

“I got him that.” You pointed at Jungwoo’s shirt, and he pulled you closer to your side, squeezing your hip firmly. “Yeah. So you can stop flirting with her now.”

“Damn, so you went out with her only to stop me from flirting? Red flag.” He raised his eyebrows comically, and you laughed, but Jungwoo didn’t seem very amused, not to you. He smiled and nodded, but you immediately knew he was uncomfortable. His lips were pale but plump, and you fought the urge to kiss him, biting your own bottom lip in reflex.

When you went inside, you wriggled your shoulders, shaking off your coat. “Hey, baby, you okay? You’re not jealous, are you?” Your tone was teasing, but you watched him carefully, at the way he avoided eye contact with you as he searched for an empty space on the coat rack. “I’m fine.” He muttered, and you pressed your lips together, fighting a giggle. Probably your toxic trait but he was so cute when he was sulky and pouty that you didn’t know how anyone took him seriously. “Woo, please. Don’t lie.”

“Okay!” He still wasn’t looking at you, smiling and nodding at passersby’s as he spoke. “I don’t care that he flirts with you, I really don’t, I really really…”

“Yes, you do.” You rested your weight on one hip, crossing your arms across your chest to look up at him.

“No, I don’t! I trust you.” The warm flame you had burning inside you erupted, replacing that tiny flame of anxiety, filling you with a sense of security, of love. I trust you.

“But you said I’m the funniest man you met, yet you keep laughing at his jokes.”

It was your turn laugh noisily in response, so much so that Mark noticed and joined in from afar, probably already a little tipsy and sharing random anecdotes from his life that no one asked for. You brushed snow off your boyfriend’s shoulders, watching as his nose and cheeks flushed red from the cold. “Cute. You’re so cute.”

“Well, I know that, but am I funny? I don’t care if your exes were hot or whatever, but funny?”

“First of all, you know you’re my first serious relationship. And secondly, Johnny’s humour is different. It’s more flirty, on the spot. You, well, you’re awkward and cute funny, you know? Plus,” you leaned in, intentionally letting the lipgloss on your lips smudge on his sensitive skin behind his ear, “you’re the only one I wanna kiss so bad right now.”

“WOAH! Get a room, you too!” You pulled away, noticing that the red on his cheeks were deeper, spreading all over his face. His eyes stared back at you almost blankly, and you pecked his cheek. “After this, okay? You can have all of me.”

∞

Chest heaving, you shut your eyes, wanting to savour every moment that had passed. Your bare skin shone with a thin layer of sweat, legs tangled in his. You felt him brush up against your neck, his voice vibrating in your ears. “Was that okay?” He asked as if he already knew the answer, pressing his bare body closer to you. You answered by bringing your face closer to his, and he sighed. “You taste like watermelon today. Lemon yesterday, and then strawberry on Tuesday.”

“Jungwoo, this isn’t what I wanted you to say after we had sex for the first time.”

“Sorry.” His eyes were flickering shut. “But you taste really good. Like, everywhere.”

“That’s so cute and kind of nasty too.” You scrunched your nose, and he chuckled. You hiked one leg above his thigh, needing him again. “Can I?”

He kissed you, sucking your lips, making you moan audibly and the tension in your body release as you sunk down on his length. “O-oh.” You whimpered as he began to thrust slowly into you, pressing your hips tight against his. “Fuck, yes.”

Your boobs against his bare chest, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders, you kissed him deeply, not wanting to lose contact. He groaned, thrusts getting sloppier as you felt yourself reach your own high for the second time.

∞

Your butt was getting sore from sitting on the hard surface of the stairs for hours, but you didn’t care. You watched him hang out with his friends, making them laugh so hard you could hear them from metres away. You held the envelope tight in your shaky hands, suddenly nervous. What if he didn’t like it?

“Hey, _.” The stairs creaked as you looked up, watching Johnny’s figure shrouded by the faded light of dusk. You shuffled over as he sat next to you, resting his arms over his knees. He looked tired, only hints of his sarcastic self shining through here and there. “You here to see the missus?”

“Johnny.” You rolled your eyes, but your stomach churned as you realised his eyes were on the envelope in his hands. You snatched it away to hide under your jacket, but it was obviously too late. “What’s that? Is that for him?”

“Yeah.” You had no idea where this self-consciousness suddenly was coming from. You were so proud of it, even this morning as you were driving here. Johnny was silent, matching you as you both sat, letting the distant sounds of the boys yelling fill the space between you for a few moments. Finally, he spoke.

“He loves you.” You swallowed, suddenly feeling tears well up in your eyes. When was the last time anyone had loved you like that? “So don’t worry. He’ll like it.” He patted your shoulder, and with a few thundering steps, he was gone.

As you stood in front of Jungwoo again, the same nervousness brewing in your stomach, you tried to remember those words.

“What? Who loves me? What guy?” Jungwoo looked confused, genuinely frowning and holding your hands in his. You furrowed your eyebrows, slowly coming out of your thoughts. “What?”

“You just said, ‘he loves you’.”

“Oh, oh…I said that out loud?” You removed one hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “Look, I, had this entire monologue prepared, but, um, I’m just a bit nervous.”

“Why?” He caressed your face, and you heard some ooos and cheers come from the right of you. Jungwoo rolled his eyes. “Lee Donghyuck, if you don’t-“

You watched Haechan give you both over-enthusiastic thumbs up with his hands, and Jungwoo gently guided you off the stage, his hand flush on the small of your back. “Just relax, baby. It’s just me. You’re making me nervous. Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing like that.” You shook your head just as you whipped out the envelope and thrust it sideways. Your heart felt like it was bursting out of your chest, under all the layers you were wearing. You blurted out. “I kissed the pages. I kissed them after putting on the lip balms and glosses and lipsticks I wore when I kissed you and you told me I tasted good. I know! That’s the kind of thing that sounds cute in theory, but absolutely psychotic in real life. And I just-“

Jungwoo shut you up with a kiss, the envelope grazing your side as he held you tight with his other arm. Goosebumps ran up your limbs, despite all your layers. Pulling away, he rubbed his nose against yours, making you break out in a smile, despite how corny it was. “You’re probably thinking about how corny this all is. But I love it. I love this. And I love you.”

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missmungoe · 8 months

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I give you: The Navigator’s Map of Shanties for the Weary Voyager!

So my husband got the idea to make a timeline map of my Shanks x Makino series ("Shanties" for short), so that readers could better see how the different fics are connected, and while I should have been prepared, knowing full well how brilliant he is, I was not prepared for the end result. I mean look at it!!!

Some descriptions of key fics and planned updates below! The fics are listed in the recommended reading order on AO3, but feel free to chart your own course! Beware rogue whirlpools and dangerous straits, and remember that however dark and treacherous the sea, at the end of the voyage is always a safe harbour ♥

Hoist the colours! 🏴‍☠️

Heed the Siren’s Call // Shanks and Makino’s origin story, and the starting point of Shanties. Setting is pre-series to the timeskip.

Sailor's Folly // Siren's Call from Shanks' perspective. Includes the origins of Makino's sword, Siren.

Sea Songs // Sequel to Siren’s Call, set during the canon timeskip and after.

Scylla // Pirate!Makino AU, where Makino leaves East Blue with the Red-Hair Pirates at the start of One Piece.

Charybdis // Sea Songs AU, where Blackbeard destroys Fuschia and Makino goes on a trek across the Grand Line looking for Shanks, who thinks she's dead.

Mnemosyne // Kuja!Makino AU, where after Siren's Call, a pregnant Makino ends up on Amazon Lily.

Andromeda Unbound // Reverie Arc AU, where Makino, the Revolutionary Army, the Red-Hair Pirates, Straw-Hats and the Warlords join forces to crash Shanks’ execution.

On the Water // Pirate!Makino AU, where Makino and her child leave East Blue with the Red-Hair Pirates after the timeskip. Includes Shanks and Makino's floating bar, Siren's Call.

Salt Vows // Arrested!Makino AU, set during the current Egghead arc.

Tethered to Kinder Shores // Makino and the Red-Hair Pirates. Includes the origin of Makino's shanty, "Moored to Her Port".

Moon and Her Maiden // Selkie AU. Canon OP verse but Makino is a selkie.

Tideswept // Royal/Arranged Marriage AU.

Bind Me to the Tide // Soulmate AU, where soulmates feel each other's pain. Canon OP verse but with soulmates.

Love In Good Liquor // One-Shot collection set during the different Shanties verses.

Planned updates

This list is not comprehensive (meaning I have more fics that I plan to continue than the ones listed here), but it's the stories I'm focusing on right now:

Andromeda Unbound // Chapter 9/9 ✅ (Complete)

Bind Me to the Tide // Chapter 5/? ✅

Mnemosyne // Chapter 29/29 ✅ (Complete)

Salt Vows // Chapter 3/? ✅

Tideswept // Chapter 8/9

On the Water // Chapter 4/5

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justalonelybitch · 1 year

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Recommendation List!

~Aespa~

Call It What You Want by @perfectsunlight - Yoo Jimin

I'm Sorry by @goldennikko - Yoo Jimin

Best Friends by @perfectsunlight - Uchinaga Aeri

Sticky Note Love by @kimsohn - Kim Minjeong

Brave by @ddoxhan - Ning Yizhuo

~Dreamcatcher~

At Your Service by @let-them-read-fics - Kim Minji

Hoist the Colours High by @foolish-sparrow - Kim Bora

Take A Look by @flooffybits - Kim Yoohyeon & Lee Yubin

~Itzy~

Aftertastes by @seollenda - Hwang Yeji

Lost In Thoughts of You by @flooffybits - Choi Jisu

RUN2U by @panda-writes-kpop - Choi Jisu

Touch Ups by @seoltzuki - Shin Ryujin

~Le Sserafim~

Neglected by @k-comfyspace - Kim Chaewon & Kim Minju

Best Friends by @perfectsunlight - Huh Yunjin

YouTube Series by @jihyoruri - Huh Yunjin

~Loona~

In Your Face by @flooffybits - Jo Haseul

Breathless by @flooffybits - Ha Sooyoung

(Not Just) Friends by @flooffybits - Kim Jungeuen

Are You Done? by @seoltzuki - Kim Jungeun

That's Not The Case by @seoltzuki - Kim Jiwoo

This Suffocating Silence by @flooffybits - Park Chaewon

Bright Path by @k-comfyspace - Son Hyejoo

~Red Velvet~

First Kiss (Royalty AU Reaction) by @luxora - All Members

It's Not You I Want by @sodamvelvets - Bae Joohyun & Park Sooyoung

Dance For Me by @kpop-zone - Bae Joohyun

Trouble Maker by @luvlyrv - Kang Seulgi

Good Enough by @revelwrittenscenes - Park Sooyoung

Lights, Camera, Action by @kdyism - Kim Yerim

2.10am by @eunjidrabbles - Kim Yerim

~SNSD~

Past Tense And An Arms Length by @seollendaollenda - Kim Taeyeon

Apology by @girlgrouptrash101 - Jung Jessica

Figure My Heart Out by @gllitter-asian - Im Yoona

Ignore The Rumours by @multiphandomunnies - Im Yoona

Don't Keep Me In The Dark by @sarcasmmoo - Seo Joohyun

~Twice~

Wait For Me by @soulkeeper801 - Im Nayeon

Can you?? Ugh! by @seoltzuki - Im Nayeon

Mary Sue by @purecantarella - Hirai Momo

Something To Make Up For by @mashup-writing - Park Jihyo

What I Thought by @sarcasmmoo - Park Jihyo

Don't Call It Cliché by @seollenda - Park Jihyo

Maybe Less Blush? by @seoltzuki - Myoui Mina

~New Jeans~

Something There by @jigujellee - Kim Minji

Convinient For Who? by @rosiehrs - Kim Minji

Shades of Cool by @jiihu - Kim Minji

See Through by @jiihu - Pham Hanni

Please! (SMAU) by @mingkuri - Pham Hanni

~Nmixx~

Push & Pull by @the-roo-too - Lily Morrow

Say Something! (SMAU) by @the-roo-too - Oh Haewon

Real You by @the-roo-too - Seol Yoona

The One That Got Away by @silantryoo - Choi Yunjin

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I am definitely making another rec list in the future. There are so many groups and more amazing fics I wanted to include, but unfortunately it was too late before I realised Tumblr wouldn't let me add anymore links :(((((

#recs list!#aespa x reader #dreamcatcher x reader #itzy x reader #le sserafim x reader #loona x reader #red velvet x reader #snsd x reader #twice x reader #new jeans x reader #nmixx x reader #to that anon who kept requesting a recs list! here it is!

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windybreeze12 · 18 days

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Hoist The Colours is up on AO3 now! I have been tunnel-visioning on this fic for the past few days (still am ^^;) and trust me when I say y'all are going to really love it! I've been in a very pirate-y mood recently and I just had to make this. Enjoy! <3

#klance #vld #keith #lance #klance fic #voltron legendary defender #breezewrites #fic: Hoist The Colours #we're back baby #v excited about this one #pirates are fun to write #hehe

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pufflehuffing · 2 months

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To Teach Is To Learn Twice. (Professor Sallow x F!Student!Reader) 🔞

pairing: DADA Professor!Sebastian Sallow x F!Student!reader (she/her, 1st person) genre: SMUT (MDNI), everyone is 18+ I don’t condone any of these actions, this is merely fiction! word count: 8.4k warnings: Use of Imperio | dub-con | unspecified age gap | student x teacher | m!receiving oral | praise kink galore | pure filth | Sebastian is greedy | Imperio doesn’t have set rules for fic purposes | Sebastian Sadist Sallow | dom/sub-dynamic | corruption kink summary: Professor Sallow is intrigued when his star pupil suddenly asks him to learn about the Unforgivables, but being the studious man he is, he’s happy to fulfill her request. A/N: Wrote this to Lurk by The Neighbourhood on loop in my mind so I’ve included the lyrics to set the vibe hehe 😈 My masterlist.

Professor Sebastian Sallow freezes, stunned that I actually managed to tell him the truth. He had half expected this after teaching me the Cruciatus Curse at the beginning of the year, but at the same time he also expected me to hold it in. He’s silent as he absorbs my words. All of a sudden, it makes sense. I was on edge all week and couldn’t concentrate. Now he knows why. I was mustering up the courage to ask him to teach me how to cast Imperio.

The brunet man shakes his head in disbelief as we sit opposite each other in his office. I’ve always been the apple of his eye, his showpiece for the other teachers during staff meetings. When I walked into DADA in September of my first year at Hogwarts, he already found my knowledge remarkable. Over the past years that admiration only grew, but this was surprising even coming from me. "To be completely honest with you, it puzzles me. Your performance throughout the years has been flawless," he sighs. "It's only during this week that I could tell you were a bit disturbed, but I understand why now. The fact that you're bold enough to admit you want to learn Dark Magic is an accomplishment, to say the least. You should be proud.”

A small smile creeps up on my face and my eyes snap back into focus with faint traces of blush on my cheeks, happy to hear him confirm that he's proud of me. His praise was always my biggest motivator to keep learning and pushing the boundaries of the curriculum, not to mention the man was proper fit. His brown curls were pushed back, but a few strands hung over his dark eyebrows, framing his brown eyes whose colour made chocolate frogs seem dull in comparison. As he looks at me, Professor Sallow can't help but notice how I’m fiddling with my nails in my lap. "I’m proud," he emphasises a bit louder while he leans over his desk to peer into my downcasted eyes. He takes the opportunity to glance down at my clothes briefly, but quickly looks away and leans back in his chair again to cross his arms.

It was never a surprise to Sebastian that I’d fill out my uniform quite nicely, but what surprised him most was how it almost seemed like I was wearing my first-year skirt and vest whenever I entered his class. He took notice of how I would always sit up front, paying close attention to every word that fell from his lips as if he were a preacher. Though, as much as Professor Sallow liked to maintain the authoritative attitude of a saint, he was just as much of a sinner as the next wizard, especially when it comes to beautiful women. If he had thought he wasn’t attracted to his favourite student, he’d be torturing himself more than by merely keeping things professional. Moral. “Always wearing that short skirt, hoisting it up so high that those pretty white panties are on full display for me in the front row. Those thigh-high socks I should give you detention for…” He burned internally, aching for just one touch, aching to be the reason I blush even harder, preferably underneath him, but this would do for now. His time would come, another hour of this conversation and he’d be in his quarters, fucking into his fist and pretending it was my tight cunt like had done so many times before.

I nod, letting his words of praise resonate with me before sighing deeply to relax myself in my chair, my chest heaving up and down slowly. Perhaps it was a stupid idea to ask him, but at least he hasn’t thrown a tantrum yet about how reckless I was for even thinking about learning such dangerous spells. I had been his star pupil ever since first-year and time and time again I’ve proven myself to Professor Sallow that I’m a worthy student. With my intelligence and street smarts to boot, I never fail to impress him. Truth is, ever since puberty rolled around I only had eyes for the tall man sitting in front of me. Every hour spent in that classroom of his I was raking my eyes over his toned figure, hidden in blazers and smart trousers, and it left me feeling so flustered I was failing to concentrate on my next classes. My eyes would be fixed to my History Of Magic textbook, but my mind wandered off, thinking of new excuses to spend more time in Professor Sallow’s office. “Extra tutoring on a particular spell? No… Maybe a feedback session? Hm, too obvious.” I would ponder. One day, I even giggled aloud when imagining getting into trouble just so he could reprimand me by shoving his cock inside me and ramming me into oblivion, thoughts which left me blushing throughout my Potions Class. Luckily, I could blame my flustered state on the hot and damp classroom, which Professor Weasley didn’t seem to think twice about.

Now, finally in his office at 8PM on a Friday, we both take in the tension the conversation has created. There are a few moments of silence between us and Professor Sallow's gaze is fixated on me. “Merlin, her eyes are so tempting…” His lips twitch as he notices a strand of my hair that has fallen loose and he shifts to get comfortable in his chair, thrusting his crotch up a little while doing so in a subtle attempt to readjust the tent in his dark grey trousers. His fingers tingling while he resists the urge to tuck the strand behind my ear and pull me in. Professor Sallow doesn’t feel the need to say anything more. He can see how proud I am of my ambitions. His expression becomes thoughtful as he takes in my facial features.

“Your skills and intelligence are commendable,” Professor Sallow says with a smile that makes my heart race. He seems impressed with my desire to learn more powerful spells even if they are dark. I've always been one of his best students and he appreciates my diligence in hard work. He leans forward towards me, his brown eyes piercing as he gazes into my own. I'm embarrassed of my feelings for him and his attraction to me is making me flustered. He wants to be more than a professor and student, and so do I.

I wanna be honest

I want to be bad

I want to destroy you

I want to move fast

“You have a lot of potential, my dear,” he says, his voice silky smooth. His eyes travel down my body as he notices me fidgeting with the skirt of my uniform. I blush and look away, embarrassed that he caught me. He likes the way I look in my short skirt and I can tell from the way he's looking at me that he thinks about it often. I'm a temptation for him, but he's forced to remain professional.

If Sebastian had been a mere man, he would have been staring and admiring me purely on the basis of my attractive face and newly-acquired plump body. But, he has another aspect to his gaze, one that runs deeper. There is a small hint of admiration, but also a hint of affection, lust even. He clearly views me in a special light and continues to observe me for a few more moments, a slight blush creeping across his cheeks and his eyes flickering when he realises that I caught him staring.

He takes a deep breath as he considers my request for a moment. He has to appreciate my honesty, as there’s only a handful of students who would even dare to ask such a question to a professor like him. “You do realise how dangerous it would be, don’t you?” he asks, but instead of sounding harsh and angry, he seems to be curious. He can’t help but be surprised at my willingness to learn something he knows is dark and taboo. He sighs and shakes his head, still seeming a little surprised at how serious I seem to be. His expression softens once again and he smiles kindly at me while he leans forward again, a concerned look appearing on his face as he hovers over his arms on the desk. “I know you’re a very talented girl, but it’s not just about reading about it or simply casting it. You know that there’s a huge risk involved with learning Dark Magic. I already pushed my morals as both a professor and a man by teaching you Crucio a few months ago.”

I nod obediently. "Yes, sir, I figured that's why I'd ask you directly instead of sneaking into the Restricted Section or something like that.”

Professor Sallow is listening intently as I speak. He seems more curious and interested than ever before. His expression changes from one of surprise to one of admiration. He can see that I’m truly fascinated by these spells. “I can’t say I’m surprised,” he replies with a lift of his eyebrows. “The Imperius Curse is truly magnificent in and of itself. It’s a miracle, really, how much power can be imbued into one’s spell-casting if they have complete control over their magic.”

He shoots me a soft glare to make me reconsider my request. His brown eyes darken slightly and I instinctively chew the inside of my lip to stop another blush from bubbling up. I wonder if I could push my luck even more and ask him something even bolder, the freckled brunet has a soft spot for me after all. "Does that mean you’d be willing to teach me? Would you mind casting it, sir? On me? I don't yet feel comfortable casting it on someone else, but I'd like to see the effects for myself," I ask him with a well-strategized head tilt and a coy smile, half-expecting him to refuse.

A moment of silence goes by as the professor contemplates my request. He was half-expecting that I would ask him to cast it. Sebastian’s expression turns into a thoughtful, almost regretful one as he weighs the possibilities. On the one hand, he doesn’t want to risk being caught if he teaches me something that powerful, but at the same time, he senses the immense amount of curiosity in me and thinks I’d be a good student to teach. Plus, it would give him an interesting choice to take advantage of my morals. Sebastian was well aware he was being seduced every time he taught my class and he wondered if it were possible to push some of the school’s rules and regulations.

The professor leans back in his chair once again and continues to reflect. His brow furrows and his eyes seem to be wandering somewhere to the side as he tries to decide. “I guess your enthusiasm has gotten the best of my judgement,” he admits with a small sigh and hardens his face again to show his authority. “But you have to promise me one thing: you keep yourself grounded in reality and stay in control when handling dark magic. It’s too easy to get carried away and lose track of yourself. I want you to promise me that you will not let yourself fall into that trap. I’m warning you, I’m watching over you like a hawk.”

"I promise, professor." I nod firmly to emphasise my words. “I won’t be casting it any time soon and definitely not out of malice.”

As I speak, a tiny smirk appears on his lips. He leans back in his office chair, his eyes roaming over my body and the tight top I'm wearing. He wants to refuse, but I'm too irresistible for him. Swallowing his pride, he finally agrees. It means I'm in his good graces, but more importantly he wants to see what his brilliant student is capable of. “Very well,” he smirks as he crosses his legs and watches me intently.

I smile again in anticipation and can't help but feel a little giddy as Professor Sallow commands me to stand up and stand before his desk so he can start the lesson. Once he sees that I’m ready, he begins to give me the basic instructions on preparing and aiming the Imperius Curse. It’s a rather straightforward spell, but it takes immense control to use. He explains the necessary motions of the spell, the wand movement one needs to make and the proper incantation. “Imperio. Remember, just like last time, you have to mean it.”

The professor nods firmly one last time. “I’ll take it nice and slow, I promise.” He raises his wand and points it towards me. He focuses his energy and takes a deep breath. “Imperio,” he says with a loud voice. The charm shoots out like a bolt of lightning. On contact, his spell takes over my mind and I find my control drifting away with no resistance to it. Even as I remain aware of what is going on, I realise that my body is beyond my control. I’m entirely under Professor Sallow’s command now.

As I feel the spell take effect, I can't fight the feeling of my movements being controlled by him, moving with a grace that I can't resist and it's as if I'm dancing for the professor, my body doing his bidding. I'm under his spell and like can't help but feel helpless yet excited.

I straighten my back unnaturally stiff and watch the professor with a bright green glow in my eyes. His own warm brown eyes that have always been so tempting have now been replaced by icy turquoise ones while he looks at me with a small snarl to keep the spell in control. As Sebastian watches me with a cautious expression, it’s clear how intrigued he is. To see someone else completely under his spell and under his control makes him feel powerful, just like it did all those years ago. But, he does make sure to keep things at a minimum, for it also requires him a ton of effort to cast the spell.

He leans back in his chair, observing me with a content grin on his lips. “I think this lesson is going quite well.” His eyes are glued to my every movement as if he was admiring a finely crafted sculpture. He decides that I should walk around the room, so I do just that. I walk around in the slow fluid motion following every command without question while he watches closely. “Good girl,” he matters under his breath with a deep satisfaction in his voice.

Professor Sallow's compliment sends my heart fluttering with excitement. I know that his words have more meaning behind them than just a harmless compliment. He's letting me know he approves of my efforts and enjoys my obedience to his command. The control he has over me is erotic and intoxicating for both of us and he seems to enjoy seeing me in this state. He just needs to sit back and watch me follow his commands as he enjoys the power he has over me.

After a few seconds, he gives me one more command to see how responsive I am. “Now I want you to hop over here to my side of the desk, just like a bunny.” his voice is strict but not harsh. “You will hop towards me and once you reach my chair, you will stop right in front of me. Can you do that?” He asks while he uses his feet to scoot back his chair a few feet, the wooden legs scraping against the floorboards. He swivels his chair to the side to await me on his side of the desk.

The professor watches me through his lashes with lowered brows. It’s quite clear that this command was a little bit more complicated than the previous one, but I had no problems complying, which is what excites him. The tent in his trousers is now on full display, but he doesn’t seem bothered to show it. He was right when he told me he was an expert at gauging one’s body language a few weeks ago, for he was aware of how much I desired him. However, what he didn’t realise was that there were cracks in his stoic exterior too, asking me to stay behind for five minutes after class to recommend another book was his moral way of telling me how much he craved me too. He takes a breath as he wants to test this spell and its effects further. I have the urge to hide my face as I hop over to him, but the spell makes it unable to do so and I simply continue making my way to the object of my desire. Professor Sallow lets out a small laugh as he sees me move. It’s quite amusing to him how embarrassed I look while jumping away.

“Imperio makes you look very adorable, sweetheart,” he remarks, his tone somewhat flirtatious. He knows that he can push the spell further, so he gives me yet another prompt. “So, can you tell me, what’s on your mind? How do you feel about me? I’ve done nothing to harm you and it seems you have a rather neutral impression of me.”

"I trust you,” I reply with a dull voice. My body is standing a few inches in front of his knees and the angel on my shoulder is thanking him that I’m still under his spell, since I would’ve begged him to take me already without that restraint.

His expression softens back to its previous stance and he smiles once again, a little more genuinely than previously as one of his knees extends and touches my shin. “You trust me?” He repeats with a hint of fondness in his voice while he licks his lips again. “That’s quite the statement to make about someone who’s essentially controlling you,” he chuckles. But, as he laughs, he is also flattered in a way. My statement just reaffirms the level of power and control he has over me, even without the Curse. “I suppose you are in safe hands.” Sebastian replies, being slightly sarcastic.

It was taking everything in him to not slide his hands up my skirt while I’m standing so close to him. His fingertips are still tingling and he figures it’s best to busy himself by rubbing his palms against his thighs to wipe off the sweat they had accumulated. He watches me for a little while longer, taking in the view from below me for a change. While he often towered over me to get a good look at my chest pushing out against my vest, it was a whole other experience to see them from below. Another thought occurs to him. “I’ve given you many commands so far. But I am curious about one more thing: what if I was to order you to do something that went against your morals?” He stares at my face for a few moments before he speaks up again, his voice now husky. "I command you to bend down and kiss my neck right now." He cocks his head backwards and lets his mouth fall open when he sees me bend down, my tits almost spilling out of my vest while my scent invades his nostrils. Internally, I’m on fire, and the devil on my shoulder is taking over.

Sebastian mutters a curse word as I bend down and kiss his neck. He can finally feel the soft touch of my lips against his skin and he feels goosebumps running along his body. His cock twitches in his boxers and he bites his lip again to restrain himself. He looks at me with narrowed eyes after I back away again and he slowly drags his tongue through his lips. “Well then, I have a final command for you.”

Feeling pleased by my performance under the Imperius Curse, he decides to take things up even further. He feels a sly grin creep up on his face and he stares deeply into my eyes to make sure the spell has taken effect properly. My obedience and blind trust in him is something he had already expected, but he is still extremely pleased with it nonetheless. After a moment, he speaks again, still carrying a husky voice. “I command you to come sit on my lap. Now, sweetheart. Show me why you’re my favourite student.”

I want to be faithful

I want to be raw

I want to be ignorant

And I want to know all

He spreads his muscular thighs apart in his leather chair and I immediately crawl onto Professor Sallow's lap, the sides of my bare thighs brushing against his wool trousers as I position my knees on either side of his legs. My blush deepens, but there's nothing else I can do to express my emotions. “Fuck!” I moan out internally. I feel dizzy from his closeness and his scent blends in the air and fills my sinuses with a pungent aroma. His member had always been impressive when it was contained during his lessons, but feeling it pressed up against my core made me dizzy with desire. If Sebastian wasn’t such a sadist, he would’ve lifted the Imperius Curse already to allow me to rut against him, begging him to take care of me and pound into my now soaked folds. But Sebastian has never been merciful. I had been teasing him since I got back from summer break, and now it was his turn to make me weak.

“Good girl,” he drags out a groan as he feels my wetness seeping into his trousers. He rests his hands on my plush thighs and stares deeply into my eyes through his lashes. “You’re quite a handful,” he says quietly again, voice dripping with faltered moans. The professor has never had anyone obey him like this. He stares into my eyes while his lips are only a few inches away. The way he is this close to me and this is only just the beginning causes a shiver to run down my spine.

"Look into my eyes," he requests. “You got a boyfriend, sweetheart?” I shake my head submissively and he immediately scoffs and mutters to himself. “No? Hmph– I always knew the male students’ intelligence went downhill after I left.” His flirtatious tone then changes to what sounds more romantic as he coos me with his next request. His mouth is still incredibly close and even under the corrupted spell I can almost taste the coffee he had earlier during dinnertime. "Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you, princess. Can you lean closer to me?”

That little extra inch puts me right in his personal space, so close to his lips that the coffee scent has now been replaced with pure saliva. Now that we’re a breath away from each other, he continues to whisper in a soft and romantic manner. “One more inch, please.” His heavy eyelids drop to my lips and he’s almost in a daze of his own. "Kiss me.”

As our lips meet, there's an electric charge that courses through our bodies, setting our nerves on fire. Every touch, every accidental brush of skin against skin, feels like a rebellion against the constraints that keep us apart. The kiss is fueled by a sense of urgency, as if we know that this moment might be fleeting, yet we’re willing to risk everything for just a taste of each other. It's a rush of emotions, a whirlwind of sensations that leaves us both breathless and wanting more. He holds my thigh with one arm while the other hand brushes against my cheek. Sebastian enjoys the kiss for a while before gradually pulling away again. He smiles softly and whispers. “That’s better.” With a content sigh he continues. “Could you lean in a little bit more now? Arch your back for me, sweetheart.”

The professor continues brushing his fingers through my hair as I lean my upper body in further and fully resting against him now. He stares at me once again with the same intent as before and whispers. “Now, I have one more command for you.”

He stares at me and makes no movement, letting his breath fan over my face. Without warning, he suddenly leans forward again and presses his lips against mine once again. The kiss is much more passionate than the previous one and he is not holding back on his desire, nipping on my bottom lip and exploring my mouth with his tongue, mapping it out to remember every wet corner for later use. He mumbles against my lips. "Take off my tie for me and unbutton my shirt, sweetheart.”

A jolt of pleasure shoots through both of our minds. I have been more submissive and obedient than he even imagined possible. At this point, he’s mentally cursing himself for still wearing his dark brown blazer, but Merlin, did he not want to move from this position with me finally on top of him like this. He breaks the kiss as he watches me begin to undo his brown tie. He leans in while I fumble with his shirt’s buttons and mutters against my neck, the heat of his breath against my skin sending involuntary shivers down my spine. “Good girl. When you have my tie undone, take your fingers under my collar and touch my collarbone.”

I slowly slide down and begin to lightly touch his collarbone and neck. As I do so, he places the hand from my thigh on the plump flesh of my behind, kneading his fingers into it to ground me while he whispers against my neck with a seductive tone. “Are you enjoying touching me?” He asks, letting his voice be as raw as it wants to be. He moves his head to the side slightly to make himself more accessible to me. “Because I love touching you, darling. I can tell you like that too, you’re already dripping through your little panties.”

"Yes." I voice breathlessly while the spell is still in control.

“Good girl,” Sebastian purrs in a voice that is filled with arousal and desire. “You are doing so well. Keep caressing me. Make me feel even better.” The professor is getting desperate as he feels my hands against him and his voice is sending shivers down my spine. He shivers in return as he feels my subtle touch making him incredibly hard and he leans closer once again. “Good girl. Move your hands a little bit lower now. Let them slide down to my belt,” he whispers softly against the skin below my ear before finishing his request with a wet kiss.

The heat from his body is intoxicating and I can feel him hardening against my core. He's taking control and I respond by simply touching him how he wants me to. I'm excited by the fact that I'm obeying the man I crave so much and my hands slide lower and lower while I feel his breath against his skin near my ear.

A low moan escapes Sebastian’s mouth as he continues to feel my touch travel down his chest towards his belt. “You are being such a good girl,” he growls against my neck while his other hand drifts away from my cheek to join the one already on my behind. He squeezes the flesh tightly and rocks me into him once, coaxing another moan from him that he muffles against my throat. He leans in closer even more and his breathing is getting a little more raspy as he becomes more aroused by my willingness. “Now, can you please undo my belt for me?”

My mind and body can feel every bit of the professor's arousal as he grabs my ass and rocks me into him. It's such a powerful sensation that fills my body with excitement, goosebumps lingering on my skin. I know he has waited too long for a chance like this and I'm ready to fill his desire. The moment the clasp is undone, he leans in extremely close to kiss me fervently this time. The kiss is much more passionate than before. The professor is now much more aggressive in his kissings. His eyes are closed and he is moving his tongue into my mouth while his hands grip tightly onto the sides of my body and hold me still against him. He keeps letting out a series of low moans and sounds of pleasure. His breathing grows even heavier the longer the kiss goes on and the more I let him be in control of. Eventually, he is the one who ends the kiss. He slowly breaks away and whispers with a predatory tone.

“You’re such a good girl for letting me touch you like this. Can you continue caressing me now and let your fingers slide even lower? You can slide them over my pants as low as you want to.” Professor Sallow leans back a little bit, watching my movement closely. He loves seeing me willingly sliding my hands along his body, especially the lower I go. He loves knowing I’m just letting him have his pleasure.

He moves his head closer to me once again, speaking softly. “Keep going down…go ahead…don’t be afraid to keep going lower.” The professor's voice is dripping with suggestive and seductive tones as he lets out another low moan as I keep going lower. “Keep going, sweetheart,” he yearned.

His breathing is getting a little bit more erratic now as he watches me move my hands further down. My fingers are almost brushing against his inner thigh by now. The professor is breathing heavily now as my hands near his inner thigh. He is loving this sensation. The professor even bites his lip a little bit and lets out a low exhale before speaking again. “Keep going lower, you can slide your hands underneath the waistband of my pants now...if you’re brave.” He lets out his last statement in a challenge. It’s a challenge he knows I’m more than willing to accept. “Don’t close your eyes, darling. Keep looking at me. Only me.”

Sebastian’s voice begins to sound a bit desperate now and I can tell that he is growing quite aroused. My fingers are moving lower and lower, finally moving underneath the waistband of his pants and this is where the professor really gets excited and almost completely loses his self-control. He suddenly lets out a loud moan and his breathing grows even more erratic as he stares at me in complete pleasure. My fingertips slide along his inner thigh, teasing him and sending shivers of pleasure through his body. I can feel his warmth through the fabric and the feeling sends goosebumps all over my body once again. He continues to watch me intently, his breath hot against my neck.

He suddenly grabs hold of me and pulls me closer so that I'm now completely on top of him in his office chair. He leans in to kiss me and wraps his arms around my body and starts caressing my neck. The sensation is clearly too much for him as his breathing becomes quite heavy. “This is so wrong,” he murmurs against my hot mouth. My body was already doing a lot for him but now with my fingers sliding underneath his waistline, he's almost completely losing himself. He takes a moment to collect himself and gives a firm nod. I swore I could see the warmth seep back into his brown eyes but I was still too overwhelmed to fully focus. “Keep going. Keep sliding your fingers.” He growls. “Please.”

The professor breaks the kiss and pulls his face away so that he’s only somewhat in control of himself and can breathe. His voice is still dripping with pleasure and he can’t stop letting out low moans and heavy breaths while he searches my face for hesitation while my fingers are performing nonverbal magic in his boxers, teasing him by tracing my delicate fingers over his pelvis.

I want to die someday

I want to live long

I want what I ask for

And I get what I want

“Fuck–uh!” He grunts and is now in complete loss of his normally composed and strict nature from being so aroused. His voice sounds like it is on the verge of begging me to touch him and he dips his head back against the top of his chair. “Slower, sweetheart, I want to make this last,” he breathes out.

But, that’s when my fingers are wrapping around the base of the professor’s thick member, the side of my hand brushing against his stubble there. Professor Sallow practically bellows a low moan and a shiver shoots through his body. He presses his boots down on the floor firmly and involuntarily thrust his cock into my hand while his fingers are still wrapped in my hair. His breathing is extremely heavy and he practically doesn’t breathe at all for a split-second, just staring at me in complete shock at how incredible I make him feel. He breaks the silence by speaking very softly and quietly.

“God…that’s…so incredible,” the professor whispers softly, taking a deep calming breath before looking back at me. “Your fingers feel incredible, sweetheart.” The professor lays back in his chair and stares at me with a look of complete delight and satisfaction. He is truly enjoying my touch and he doesn’t seem to want me to stop. “Can you keep going? Up and down, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Keep going and don’t stop, darling.”

My fingers wrap around his cock and my touch is sending his body into a frenzy of arousal. He's breathing heavily now and I can't help but get excited about how much he's enjoying my every move. Sebastian's words are almost like a beg and an order. I'm his student and he's letting me make him mine this way. It's a power trip for both of us.

“Take it like a big girl for me, I know you can,” he whispers against my neck and I obey, rubbing him with more rhythm and speed. He moans into my neck muffling the sound while panting. He's lost in ecstasy, feeling lost in my touch that leaves him moaning and gasping for air. He's watching me with hazy eyes, his cheeks red and body shaking. He leans in and kisses me once again, this time in a much more aggressive way than before and I continue the sensation for several more minutes, continuing my hand movement as the professor leans back in his chair and enjoys it. Finally, he breaks the kiss with a slight moan. “Stop for just a moment,” he says. He pauses a moment before speaking again, this time with a much more gentle tone. “Thank you.”

He sits back up straight in his chair and looks at me. He is out of his trance of pleasure now and looks like his normally composed and stoic self again. “Your fingers felt amazing,” he continues. “You definitely know how to please a man, sweetheart. Go ahead and cast an anti-unlocking charm on the door for me. I'll give your House five points if you succeed. I don't want anyone to walk in while I'm balls deep inside that pretty little mouth of yours.”

He leans back again and smiles at me while my coated fingers search along his desk behind me to locate my wand. When I'm done casting the spell Professor Sallow pushes me down by my hair to kneel on the floor between his knees. He looks down at me with his slight smile on my face. He's clearly enjoying the sight of me between him and he seems a bit more gentle with me now. “Well done,” he continues. “There’s a good girl.”

His voice is soothing as he strokes my hair with his hand, letting his other hand venture onto my shoulder. I feel his touch and it sends shivers down my spine. The calloused hand moves along my shoulder and trails along my neck moving further up towards my cheek before he gently pulls me along his thigh. “Suck on it,” Sebastian grunts while grabbing his cock at its base and guiding it to my plump lips. I feel them part to make room for his throbbing tip and he gently lowers my head to let my mouth envelop him.

His body is starting to shake and the little grunts he's making are becoming increasing and more frequent. He trembles, the heat coming from him is intoxicating, and it almost seems like he can't handle it anymore when I feel his member twitching. “Merlin, you feel heavenly around me, little minx,” he moans in a raspy voice. My head is pressed against him and he's bringing his other hand down my throat, wrapping his fingers slowly around the base of my neck while he starts guiding my head up and down his throbbing manhood, deepthroating him while he squeezes my neck to tighten it even more around him. Luckily, the Imperius Curse allows for my gag reflex to completely disappear, allowing my throat to let wet sounds escape from his intrusion.

I fuck 'cause I need to

I fuck when I want

I'll fuck you in love

Even though it is not

“You are so beautiful between my thighs, sweetheart. Ugh– Breathe through your nose, love.” He's holding me close to him and I can feel every inch of him pulsing inside my mouth. Sebastian leans down to place a kiss on my hair and leans back again, allowing the hand that isn’t in my throat to gather my hair into a messy ponytail to guide me even further.

“That’s it, my dear,” he groans in desperation, desire and pure lust. His pace quickens and my nose is pressed against his pelvis while he holds me against it for a few seconds before pushing me back again, his pants rubbing against the sides of my face rhythmically. My breath is hot on his skin and he can feel every inch of my mouth and throat enveloping him as he moans lowly and starts grinding his hips against me, fucking into my throat. “You’re such a good student. Always so eager to learn, to– Hmph– to please me. Always looking at me with those needy eyes of yours.”

“Your top is always so tight, you almost look like you're wearing your vest from first-year. Argh– Wish I could stick my cock between those pretty tits and– Argh– fuck them.” He's getting more urgent and his body is moving faster and faster against me as he pulls me closer. The friction is causing both of us to sweat and he moves his hips against my mouth in an energetic manner while letting out more and more raspy sounds. He's getting rougher and his breath is hot and heavy as he grinds against me. The filthy words coming from Sebastian’s mouth are getting louder and he’s no longer even trying to hide it. He bites his hand to suppress a loud moan and grips my ponytail harder causing my hair to get dishevelled even more. His mouth is open and he's making noise with each inhale and exhale, breathing hard like he's doing cardiovascular exercise while squeezing my throat.

Professor Sallow’s fingers slide through my hair to gently pull it out of my face and he loosens his grip, letting both of his hands hold the side of my head as he lets out another grunt. I can feel my breath quickening and I feel every pulse of his hot blood rushing through him, each push accompanied by the sound of a grown or a breathy moan. “Who's my pretty girl? Say it,” he commands while his muscles start tightening and the veins in his arms almost explode through his blazer, his charming voice dripping with desperation to cum and claim my mouth.

The moment I murmur my name around his cock the vibration makes his balls tighten. He growls and his hips stutter in response and his hands drift from the sides of my head to my cheeks, holding them with a gentle touch. “That’s it,” He replies with a raspy voice. “I’m about to– I’m close, keep going,” he adds in a hoarse breath. His grunts are getting louder and they mix with the sounds of my saliva drooling out of my mouth while I continue my rocking motion with more urgency.

His breathing is becoming more shallow and his curls have started hanging over his eyebrows while he keeps his head lowered, muttering curses and filth under his breath as he focuses on the feeling of my tongue swirling around him and the sight of my hollowed cheeks. His entire world stops and his glare becomes more intense when he feels his climax approach him like a tidal wave, though he can’t fight the overwhelming sensation and his eyes roll into the back of his head, his breath hitching and body trembling, his words become more and more strained. “Swallow it, darling, all of it. Hmph, need you to be full of me, to have your tongue taste like my cum.”

Then, as soon as he feels me start swallowing his tip, he can’t stop from exploding into my mouth, his face tightening for a split-second while a strangled grunt escapes his gritted teeth. He pushes my face down again to fully take him while he coats my throat, and when he’s fully spent, he pulls my face off him. I can’t help but pant while looking up at him with my open mouth, letting his cum slightly drool out of my mouth while doing so.

Sebastian’s eyes are half-closed and his freckled cheeks are flushed while a few brown curls stick to his forehead as he catches his breath. He takes two big fingers to collect the cum on my chin and pushes it back into my mouth, caressing my tongue with it before pulling me back up to his mouth and kissing me passionately again. He lets his lips smack against mine as his tongue tastes mine again and he strokes my cheeks softly. After a few moments, he pulls back slightly and watches me again, a twinkle of lust still present in his eyes, but there’s also a hint of true affection still present in them.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for more. Same rules as today.” The professor says in an authoritative and strong manner even though he is trying to keep his calm demeanour while tucking away his spent cock and fixing my appearance with a gentle, caring touch. When he sees me nod obediently, his soft eyes return. “Good girl. Just like I want you to be.” Sallow responds and his voice is back to its normal soothing and smooth tone. “Same time. Same place.”

I blush deeply and get off his lap with shaking legs, still not believing what just happened and feeling embarrassed. As I stand up, he smiles once more. He can tell that I enjoyed the whole experience but am still a bit shy about it and his eyes are glued to mine as he enjoys seeing me a little flustered and embarrassed. “You okay?” Sebastian asks in a slightly coy but still caring manner. “You got quite red there…”

I bite my lip and look away, torn between wanting to lay my cards out on the table, and keeping the status quo. "I shouldn't have..." I repeat quietly. He's a bit surprised by my mixed emotions right now. Sebastian realises that there seems to be some internal guilt or confusion about the whole situation, so he continues speaking softly and sensitively, but still maintains his teasing and seductive tone. “Look at me.” He waits for me to make eye contact with him and then he speaks again. “Tell me you didn't enjoy touching your teacher like that.”

I look at the professor with an embarrassed expression and a sheepish smile while I clench my fists by my side and rub my thighs together to shift my soaked panties against my core. "Professor, when did you end the mind control spell?”

“I ended the spell right around when we first got really excited. So…yes, you were under the spell for a bit, but I ended it when you started sliding your fingers under my waistline.” He explains, smiling softly at me as he keeps his eyes locked on mine. “You did that 100% voluntarily, sweetheart. I saw your natural eye colour return immediately when I lifted it. The spell was long gone and it was all you with those hands and that movement… And that exquisite mouth of yours,” he ends with a teasing smirk and a lip bite. Professor Sallow is enjoying my shy reaction to hearing that information and my blush deepens even more. "I shouldn't have..." I repeat quietly, though I'm even less convinced of my own words now.

“You shouldn’t have?” He chuckles with a hint of a condescending tone and shakes his head at me. “What’s the matter, darling? Did you feel like that was wrong for some reason? It felt pretty correct to me, especially after all those months of you teasing me like a little whore.”

"Sir, I–" I look away in shame. “I know what you feel, darling. You feel guilty. You feel as if you shouldn’t have done that. But I’ll tell you one thing, sweetheart…” The professor pauses for a moment and takes my hands in his, squeezing them tightly. “You’ve got nothing to feel guilt or shame over. You enjoyed what we did today and I did too. We can feel good about it and not have to feel guilty about anything. The whole experience was pretty incredible in my opinion.” Sallow lets out a low chuckle. He wants to see how I respond to his next statement. “You know what the worst part about this whole situation is, darling?”

"What?”

He looks at me and lifts a hand to kiss it gently. “The worst part about today is that now, I want more of you…and I’m sure I can get more of you tomorrow, just like today, without the Imperius Curse. Right?”

"Are we doing the same thing tomorrow?" I blush, feeling a pang of desire shoot through me.

“That's for me to know and for you to find out.” The professor chuckles to himself. He’s quite enjoying my excitement and anticipation for tomorrow’s session. “I will promise you one thing though…”

He leans in and towers over me. “You won’t be going to your dorm tomorrow night without me having tasted every inch of your body. I can guarantee you that.”

I gasp softly and gulp, my body is still trembling with unreleased desires.

“I’ll let you think about that until tomorrow, sweetheart.” The professor leans back and smiles once again, almost completely in his normal composed nature now since he has satisfied his own desires. “I’ll need you to do something for me before you go though.” He says, a serious tone returning to his voice once more. “I want to make sure you won’t go running to the headmaster and complaining about anything we did, so now I must ask you…” His voice is warm but still has that hint of concern for you to it. “Did I do anything wrong to you today? I didn’t hurt you at all, did I? Everything was completely consensual, correct?”

I hesitate, thinking about my answer. That part was sort of a blur, but I can confidently say that the professor did respect all of my boundaries. At the very least, he did make me feel amazing and I've been dreaming about this for months. “Well…Yes, I guess you didn’t make me feel wrong.” I mutter with a sheepish blush after a long moment of consideration, still too embarrassed to bluntly admit just how soaked my panties are. “But… What if someone were to find out?”

“Let me ease all of those worries right now, darling.” The professor squeezes my hands reassuringly and looks me in the eyes. “No one will find out. We’re doing this only here, always with the door and curtains completely closed, and no one knows that I'm making you feel good. My word is as good as gold that you will be able to continue trusting me. There are many possible explanations for your frequent visits to my classroom. And as for why you stay such a long time with the curtains closed, well…” The professor pauses, letting his tone turn back into a teasing and seductive manner as he speaks again. “I think you can probably think of some very fun and entertaining explanations for all of that to any outsider. If you’re smart enough, you can put on an innocent mask and nobody will know what we’re really doing here.”

Slowly, a small, reassured smile creeps up on my face and I nod after taking his words into consideration. “Good girl. And remember…” I'm expecting the professor to say something more or maybe tease me again once more, but this time it is different. He looks at me straight in the eyes one last time and gives me the most genuine, affectionate, and loving smile that he’s ever given me before. “That I care about you.”

I'll fucking digest you

One kiss at a time

You wish I was yours

And I hope that you're mine

I let my gaze linger on the professor for a few moments longer than necessary and nod again, taking his words to heart before I let go of his hands and start making my way to the door, now feeling more relieved that Professor Sallow has confessed his fondness of me. The professor follows my every step with his eyes as I make my way out of the door. When I open it, the professor calls out to me one last time.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart. Go relieve yourself now and make sure you don’t forget to cast Silencio on your bed.” He winks playfully and gives a teasing nod towards my skirt.

"See you tomorrow, Professor Sallow." I blush deeply once again before closing the door behind me and walking down the stairs of the DADA classroom, clenching my thighs together and sprinting to my dormitory.

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