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#no visits or chats with my professors
magentagalaxies · 2 months
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just had another meeting with the nonbinary kids in the hall fan who is also assistant director of the comedy major at my college where we literally just talked about scott/buddy/kith for over an hour and were like "ok same time next week?" and i have the first meeting for my independent study tomorrow which is same thing with a different professor. i am THRIVING at majoring in kids in the hall lmao
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fractallogic · 9 months
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FIREFOX WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM LATELY
my dude you can't be making my computer crash when I only have like 20 tabs open. that's rookie shit!
anyway my computer crashed right before the interview ended and too much memory was going ... somewhere ... for me to get R running right and they didn't tell me it was going to be a case study project thing that I'd be doing today instead of just a normal interview and AAAAAA.
maybe tomorrow I can just be fucking normal because oh my god. this is too stressful.
also my desk chair is starting to just. randomly. drop down very slowly. which means that at some point sooner than I want to I'll have to get another one. which SUCKS. but FINE. GOD.
#i still feel okay about this.#mostly after talking to my job coach buddy who was like 'wow this is—no joke—an inappropriate process they're putting you through'#so you know what yeah. he's right. i've had three interviews in three days#and this one was a surprise!! code in front of someone!!!#which if you're not familiar is just the most horrifying experience#NO ONE should have to code in public#it's an activity best done in the privacy of your own home with no one else looking at you#and i think he's right—i should definitely make sure that this isn't the norm for this company#to be EXTRA SUPER INTENSE and chaotic with its employees#but i'm also kind of inclined anyway to just take the job and get a year of experience (or whatever) on my resume#and if it sucks hit da bricks#and if it's like this now because they're a bunch of overexcited nerds with no talent acquisition department and otherwise it's fine#great! so much the better!#i hate that academia is so trash that i'm like 'wait this isn't normal' when someone else is like 'yeah it's not supposed to work like that#because this? well it's not as bad as a campus visit that's for sure!!#i only have ONE interview a day instead of back-to-back half-hour meetings with an entire department!!#and now i get to do things like go to the gym!#instead of say 'okay well there's about two hours left until dinner and i have to chat with the grad students'#or whatever#and say 'omg wow $70K as a junior analyst?!' because that's like a decent base salary for an assistant professor#meanwhile everyone in industry is like wtf why are they making you interview so rapidly like this that is not enough money etc etc#anyway. i'm tired. i think i'll go lift heavy things so at least it feels like there's a reason to be sweating my ass off.
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hongjoongscafe · 3 months
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Peach.
One-Shot.
Pairing: professor!jungkookxcamgirl!reader.
Genre: smut, angst, fluff, forbidden au, uni au.
Summary: where his lust and admiration fell for a camgirl.
Word count: 15.4k+
Warnings: age gap (oc: 21, JK: 30), masturbation… lots of masturbation, sort of online bullying(?), kind of public masturbation, toys, name-calling, sir/daddy, pussy eating, fingering, unprotected sex (Namjoon will bonk your head if you don't use a contraceptive), spanking, spitting kink, cum eating, choking, overstimulation, a little bit of degradation, pussy spanking. (and that anime-ish picture has nothing to do with the fiction. Imagine the characters however you want!)
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“Oh fuck!” Jungkook's voice trembled as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. The thin shining layer of sweat made his face look sexier. His teeth were gritting and his eyes could barely focus on anything but the screen.
He had sworn to make himself wait until he could not wait anymore. He wanted to tease himself until he felt like bursting through his high. He wanted the pain of pleasure to run through his muscles and explode when it was too much to fill his body.
His ears were red from arousal and his veins were popping from lust.
He waited for a whole day to end just to tune into his favourite girl's livestream and tease himself as long as she teased herself.
Through his screen, he admired how her legs were wide open with a camera between them showing her gushing core. The livestream only started about five minutes ago. And he was already so ready to burst in his pants.
He was packing (giddily) to go back home after his day was over at the university to watch her, he was smiling widely. However, his smile dropped when he saw Mr Jameson (the director of the university) standing on the threshold of his office room.
“Mr Jeon, kindly visit conference hall 2 for a staff meeting in ten minutes.”
His lips frowned but nodded and sighed thinking that he probably wouldn't be able to make home soon enough to watch his MissPeach.
The meeting went longer as expected. It was nothing but about exchange students. Jungkook had ten exchange students in total and about three in each lecture he was assigned.
He made it home just in time. While he was juggling the key in the keyhole, he opened the stream and it was on its final countdown till the stream started. He sighed with relief and finally went inside and jumped on his bed, not bothering to turn on his lights. The burnt yellow guiding lights in the hallway and in his room were enough for him which turned on automatically when the sun kissed the ocean through his window and the night began to fall.
“Today, I thought I must not make you all wait,” Miss Peach's soft voice finally speaks. “So I’m going to skip teasing and just jump right into it,” she giggled when the chat went crazy with thank yous and asking for more or some who loved to get teased were upset but so ready to see.
Jungkook’s cock twitched after hearing her seductive yet innocent voice. She never showed her face but he knew she was smiling.
“I’m tired today, so I will use my sex machine instead. I hope it is alright,” she hummed.
Jungkook quickly tapped his screen with a frown of worry.
Bigdaddyj: Baby, it's alright. Relax and just let go, yeah? Don't worry<3 If someone has any problem, Daddy will handle —$200
The ping on Peach's side made her look at the chat. “Thank you, Daddy,” she chuckled. “You are always so generous.”
Jungkook could see her pussy throbbing as she said daddy. He bit his lip and saw a fake cock attached to a machine. Peach rubbed the lube all over it and aligned it with her pussy. She started it at a slow speed.
“Oh,” she gasped as it slowly started to push in. “This feels so good.”
He whimpered imagining his cock pushing into her pussy. Lowered his pants and pulled out his throbbing cock and squeezed the head, trying to feel how it would feel if he were that fake cock. His cock would look prettier and feel better than that thing. But at the same time, he wanted to suck that toy and lick all of her sweet juices, too.
“You fill me up so good,” she rasped. “Please fuck me,” Peach panted as she raised the power and the thrusts got faster and wetter.
“Fuck,” he couldn't control and gave in. His fist picked up the pace of the toy and looked at her pretty pussy swallowing the toy. Her sweet moans and whimpers only fueled his desire.
Not much later, he came all over himself, ruining his white shirt and black pants. But it was worth it.
“That was quick,” she giggled as she panted. Her pussy was red and swollen just how he loved it. “I hope you all came as well… tomorrow I was wondering if we could do qna type of thing? Not the usual stream but just something. I kinda wanna talk. I don't get to do that enough so…”
Jungkook was quick to reply.
Bigdaddyj: aw Peaches I would love to talk to you, baby girl. It will be fun. ^^ –$300
Reading the chat he sent, she hummed cosily. “You think so, daddy? I'm glad. I'll be seeing you all tomorrow then.”
With that, the stream ended and Jungkook slumped against the headrest.
Jungkook used to share a staff flat on campus with two other professors. It was going fine until he found MissPeach. Watching her was becoming a huge task with the other two men in that small flat. It was always obvious whenever he would jerk off.
On many occasions, his roommates would catch him after looking at his flushed face after one of his “sessions”. They said that his face could never hide the fact that he just jerked.
He started to wear makeup but it was frustrating and ended up moving out and eventually purchasing his own apartment off campus. It was rather convenient.
His obsession, however, grew ridiculously embarrassing. And having his own apartment helped him live it. Whenever MissPeach would go live, he would watch without caring about someone disturbing or making fun of him.
Sometimes he felt utterly embarrassed whenever he sat in front of his gigantic TV in his living room with a football game, his one hand holding his mobile with MissPeach's livestream on it and the other hand wrapped around his aching cock. He couldn't miss either.
It all worked out for him.
The next morning, Jungkook walked into his lecture hall dressed in a black shirt and black pants, his feet clad in the infamous black boots that made him look professional at the same time a character out of a dark romance book.
“Good morning, class. I hope you all had a long night. I have a job for you all,” he cleared his throat. “I'll be handing you guys a worksheet. You have this whole lecture which is sixty minutes. Take help from your sources and complete it. It's been one month and four more to go. So I want you all to revise what we did this month. I think there is no better way than this. What do we say? Do we agree?” he asked with his bubbly smile that he knew no one could resist.
The students agreed. Soon enough, everyone had two sets of five-page-long worksheets on their desks. In this specific batch, he taught biology. But he had chemistry as well.
You loved biology. And even more now because Jungkook was your professor. You were an exchange student and joined this semester.
On your first day, when he walked into the class, you were positive that he was one of the students but when he stood behind the teacher's desk and started his lecture, your jaw was barely holding up. He looked ripped and broad. The buttons on his shirt were fighting against the monstrosity of his chest. You swore you saw his nipples poke through his shirt at some point.
Even now, when you are sitting in your seat you can't help but look up and steal some glances towards him. He was sitting on his chair, reading something on his laptop with his glasses perched up.
You felt your pussy tingling. Since the first day, you have been masturbating to him. But your pussy just wanted his finger, mouth, and cock.
He never noticed you. You preferred to stay at the corner at the back and just exist. Socializing was not your forte. You had one too many insecurities to even say hi to someone. Even when some of the girls approached you for you to join them around, you always politely declined.
And the rest were not as nice. The thing was that you were a scholarship student at a private university. You barely afford to live. And the others barely kept money in their banks but still had too much money. They were everything you could never be and sometimes they took it as an advantage.
So you preferred to stay away and not get involved with anyone.
You were focusing on your worksheet when Jungkook’s chair screeched against the floor, looking up, you saw him slowly walking around and inspecting if someone needed help. So far, it was not bad. He had taught everything perfectly.
You focused back on your work. You could hear his footsteps. Here and there, the girls asked him some silly questions. You wanted to ask, too. But your confidence was a bit above -200.
So no, you weren't going to ask.
Soon enough, the musky scent invaded your senses as Jungkook was closer to you. He stood by you and looked at your work. You hid your hands under the desk to hide the trembling. It was the first time that you saw him up close. He never took a round, most probably because it was never needed. On the other hand, there weren't any emergencies or something that would make you knock on his office door.
Your eyes met with his as he asked “Miss Park, do you need any help?”
You shook your head, not trusting your voice.
“As expected,” he smiled. He fucking smiled at you. You bit back a silly smile, cleared your throat and looked down.
He moved along and you finally took a breath. He is rather enchanting and you just couldn't rebel.
How could you? That big Professor was a god himself.
“After you are done, you can hand your sheets to me and leave,” he said and took his seat.
You had completed the worksheet about twenty minutes earlier but there was no way you were going to get up and attract any attention. So you started to go through Chemistry.
Chemistry was not your best subject but it meant another hour in Jungkook’s class.
Your concentration enveloped you and made you lose the passage of time. You slightly flinched as Jungkook called your name.
“Miss Park, it has been ten minutes since the lecture got over. You can take the worksheet home if you want and submit it tomorrow if you are finding it hard. Or I can help if you want,” Jungkook offered.
You looked around the empty class and back at your professor. “Ah,” you nervously chuckled and started collecting your stuff. “It is all done,” you said in a small voice and finally gathered everything.
You walked towards him and handed him the sheets. Awkwardly, you bowed and stepped away. However, Jungkook stopped you.
“Miss Park, please write your name and ID number over here, please,” he smiled… again.
You could feel your ears heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry,” you whispered.
“It’s alright!” as you were writing your name and ID number on your sheets, Jungkook took notice of your hands. They looked familiar. Way too familiar.
The images of his MissPeach flashed in front of his eyes. That glistening, pink pussy. His cock twitched in his pants. He shook his head to get the images out. “There are many similar hands, JK!” He scolded himself.
“How are you keeping up, here?” Jungkook asked to distract himself.
You slid the now-named sheets back to him. “Um, it's nice here.”
Jungkook’s eyes twitched at the familiarity of your voice as well. “That’s good. If you ever have any problem, you can come to me. We have two classes so feel free to reach out. You are already so far away from your home so don’t hesitate to ask for help.”
You looked him in the eyes and smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” with that, you finally left with a racing heart and wet panties.
Jungkook looked at the closed door. “Ah, I should stop watching her. She is messing up my brain. Y/n can't be her. She is too innocent for that… right?”
But who was he kidding, he was obsessed with MissPeach.
You felt embarrassed when you walked out. His mere smile and thick voice made your pussy clench around nothing and your panties wet. You could feel the wetness on your thighs.
He had an effect on you more than your body could handle without making you feel like his whore.
But you knew he would never look at you the way you wanted him to. To begin with, you were his student and if there was any chance that he would get involved with one, that certainly wouldn't be you.
There were many painfully beautiful girls around you who had maintained themselves like Queens. They had proper skin care, a pretty makeup routine before they came to university and a relaxing night routine. Whereas you, you splashed your face with water and soap and slapped basic cheap face cream on your face.
Most of your money from your “job” was sent to your parents and for your apartment rent. And not to mention, that where you came for an exchange programme, even farting costs money.
Sighing, you walked through the crowd of students and looked around. Everyone was busy with their stuff. In the canteen, groups of friends were sitting and enjoying the food. You brought your own meal but today you were running late and packed nothing. So you walked towards the cheapest of the options, a vending machine.
You bought some rice balls and a can of Sprite. Quickly, you left the canteen and sat on the empty staircase which rarely anyone visited which led to the abandoned old green room.
It didn't take time for you to finish your food. The thought of your hot, ripped professor was still fogging up your mind and probably the sane side of your brain, too. And the more it did, the more your panties became wet.
The image of his beautiful long fingers teased you. You wondered how his tattooed fingers would look while playing with your pussy. Oh, you just wanted just that.
His lip ring was the end of you. You wanted to sit on his face and feel the piercing over your pussy. You always paid attention to when he played with his lip ring with his tongue and just wanted to know how it would feel teasing your clit.
You couldn't take it anymore so you opened the secret pocket of your bad and took out a tiny bullet vibrator that you carried after realizing that Mr Jeon was a sexy man that you just wanted fuck.
Looking around the empty staircase and hallway above, you opened the button of your pants and slipped your hand inside your panties. You positioned the toy over your clit and buttoned up your pants back on.
From your mobile, you turned it on. The low vibrations of the toy shivered you up. You closed your eyes and rested your head against the railing, slowly turning up the power.
It was a perfect gift from one of your viewers who watched almost every stream, Bigdaddyj. You loved this toy the most. It didn't make any noises and was easy to carry around in your bag… or inside your panties.
Soon the vibrations got stronger, leaving your mouth wide open. Your hips thrust in the air and your legs trembled.
A strangled moan forced out so you slapped your hand over your mouth to make no noises. You imagined Jungkook between your legs fingering your hole and sucking on your clit. Thinking of him humming and moaning on your pussy sent you to the edge.
Not so long after, your body seized up and climaxed.
You whimpered at the sensitivity and turned off the toy. It was hard to bring your breath to normal but you somehow managed and stood up yet again questioning your existence.
“So I see many of you tuned into this live… I was not expecting this,” you giggled looking at the viewer bar. There were about one thousand viewers. They could only see your boobs clad in a black satin tank top. “Shall we start with the QnA?”
Jungkook was lounging on his sofa with a glass of whiskey. He looked at MissPeach’s boobs. He just wanted to squeeze them and pamper them with kisses and just… keep on worshipping her.
Bigdaddyj: You look fabulous, pretty. How was your day?
You looked at the chat, it wasn't as crazy as when you bare your boobs and pussy. Your heart fluttered when you saw the name of your regular who insisted you call him daddy. “Thank you, Daddy! I'm fine, just a bit tired. It was a long day,” you hummed.
Bigdaddyj: Aw, baby. You should rest. Drink something warm and sleep.”
You smiled at his chat. Playing with the top of your tank top, you replied, “I will. But I have some other things to do and study for a bit.”
Jungkook watched MissPeach play with the top. He couldn't help but pay close attention to the hands. They were similar, he was sure of that. However, he shook his head and paid attention to MissPeach’s chat.
Cummingdick: show face
Natehell: Do you meet in private?
She answered that question, “No, I don't meet in private.”
Then Jungkook asked the question that had been bugging him all-day.
Bigdaddyj: Baby, yesterday you said that you don't get to talk a lot. What is that? Do your friends don't listen to you?
You looked at the question. Your smile faded, lucky you never showed your face. What were you supposed to answer? But it was Daddy who asked it so you had to answer.
“Well, I'm not a very social person. Plus I moved to a different country recently. So I don't have friends here. I prefer staying by myself anyway. It works for me!” you tried to be enthusiastic.
Patrick: show tits, bitch
Fuckboi2000: it's always the quiet ones who whore around
Lovethatpus: I thought you had fucked the whole campus
Jungkook didn't feel good. He heard that strained voice and could tell it was deeper than that. He felt rage reading mindless chat, on top of that. He always saw that innocence in her. Even though she was a camgirl, her demeanour reflected the innocence that he wanted to protect.
Bigdaddyj: it's alright, baby. Try to get along slowly. I'm sure you will make a good friend. Don't be alone, my darling.
The chat from Bigdaddyj brought a smile to your face. Where everyone was requesting you to remove your top and spread your legs, he was making sure you felt heard.
“I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you, Daddy.”
The chat progressively got disappointing and soon turned into a mess. The viewers dropped down when you didn't remove any clothes.
There weren't many questions, in fact, nobody asked a proper question except Bigdaddyj.
Cummingdick: this sucks
Fuckboi2000: Man, you wasted my time, you fucking stupid cunt.
Ridemycock: never turn up if you not gonna show that pussy
Hideme: You're not as interesting as your pussy
Lovethatpus: No wonder why you don't have friends, bitch. Other than your pussy and tits, you are fucking boring
Boobieman: I would just use you and throw you. Boring ass bitch
You sighed. Maybe you shouldn't have done this. What did you even expect? Talking on a porn website? You shook your head and just looked at the chat, not answering any questions.
Soon, there was only one viewer left. And you were certain who he was.
“Daddy?” you called in a low, soft voice.
Jungkook's eyes widened when MissPeach called him. He wasn't expecting her to know that he was still tuned in. Half of him was burning with rage because of those stupid assholes who had to degrade you instead of going somewhere else.
He quickly typed.
Bigdaddyj: yes, baby?
“Do you wanna know a secret?” she hummed.
Bigdaddyj: yes, of course, baby. What is it?
You didn't say something for a few seconds and then stood up. Taking a tissue next to you, you poured some micellar water on it. “Look here, okay?” you said and took a deep breath.
Jungkook typed a yes and looked where she had lowered her pyjama shorts, brought the tissue and pressed for a few. It was above her hip bone on the left side.
Slowly, the tissue swapped and showed a tiny coloured tattoo. It was a cute little pastel pink peach.
Jungkook's mouth parted and looked at the tattoo. He felt his cock twitch in his sweats.
“I got this when I turned nineteen. But I always hid it. It's tiny but I always feel like not wanting to show this to anyone. But I only put on concealer whenever I come live or when I wear cropped tops or something like that,” MissPeach said.
Again, Jungkook’s fingers tapped across the keyboard.
Bigdaddyj: That has to be the most adorable tattoo I've ever seen, baby. I wanna kiss it.
A soft giggle left her. “You can kiss it, Daddy.”
Jungkook smiled.
Bigdaddyj: Tell me, pretty. What other secrets are you hiding?
She sat down again. Her delicate fingers tapped the tabletop. “There are some secrets that I have that no one knows. Will you keep them as secrets if I tell you them?”
Jungkook didn't need to think at all.
Bigdaddyj: Of course, baby. I'll keep them for you.
At this point, Jungkook just wanted her to talk about things that she couldn't talk about or didn't have a friend to talk to. He loved this. Just talking and existing at the same time.
He knew he was fucked. How could he get attached to a faceless person like this?
“I used one of your toys today…” she rubbed the back of her neck. “At university at lunchtime.”
Jungkook’s cock hardened right away. She used his toy at her university.
“And you know what's worse? I've been taking it every day with me and using it often at the university. I keep it in my secret pocket in the bag. I always feel dirty using it,” she confessed.
“Fuck,” Jungkook cursed.
Bigdaddyj: You always feel that horny, baby? What do you think about when you use it?
She paused for a moment, “will you be angry if I tell you the truth?”
He frowned. “So not me,” he mumbled. “Why would she? She has never seen me before.”
Bigdaddyj: Not at all, pretty.
“Hm… I always think about my professor,” she revealed.
“Fuck me,” Jungkook moaned. Even though it wasn't him, the thought of her masturbating to a professor made his cock harder.
Bigdaddyj: You are one nasty little girl, baby.
“I can't help it, Daddy. I really can't.”
Your morning class was supposed to be Chemistry but Jungkook couldn't show up for the lecture. Instead, he sent the worksheet to the students through an adjusted professor.
The instructions were similar to what they were for biology. However, this was not easy for you.
It took ten extra brain cells to solve one damn equation. There was no way you were going to get this worksheet done in time. You scolded yourself in your mind for taking this ungodly subject just to spend one more hour with Jungkook who truly never noticed you.
Later in the day, it was your Biology lecture. And to your luck, Jungkook was present in this class and had brought back the worksheets with him.
“You all did an excellent job with this worksheet,” he said as he stood up and smiled at all. Oh, that fucking killer smile that you wanted to eat up. “However, there was one person who did an exceptionally great job!”
His eyes roamed around and stopped at you. “Miss Park,” he called, making your breath stop. “Not a single mistake. Everything was written so beautifully and accurately. I'm impressed by your work. That one diagram was drawn with perfection even in a limited time. And all those diagram with other processes were great addition. One could tell you know what you are doing. Keep working like this,” he gave you a toothy smile and thumbs up.
Your cheeks turned into rosy red. Not trusting your voice, you quickly bowed to him from your seat and gave him an awkward smile.
The lecture passed by with him starting a new chapter and passing on the introduction of sub-topics to make everything easier when studied in detail— one of his tricks for learning that was your favourite.
As the lecture ended, everybody started to leave and you were packing up as well. It was only 2:00 PM and you were planning to go back to your apartment.
“Miss Park,” Jungkook called your attention. “Do you have time for a moment? I've something to discuss.”
You nodded.
Soon, you found yourself sitting in front of your professor. The same one who made you masturbate in public and that you confessed to a stranger who watched your stream regularly.
“Miss Park, you did an outstanding job in Biology. I'm impressed, actually. When I was handed your performance chart from your university, I knew I didn't need to be worried about you. No one gets into this university without any reason. It's harder. You either need too much brain or too much money,” he said. “I was actually quite eager to go through your Chemistry worksheet.”
You dug your nails into your palm, knowing well that you had disappointed him.
“I can see that Chemistry is difficult for you. Or if I rephrase it, you are thinking that it is difficult for you,” he pulled out the worksheet. “You haven't answered all the questions and there are some mistakes. From the look of it, it seems you have a problem with your basics. I'm pretty sure it will be all right once the lab starts but I think it would be much helpful if you understand things in theory better.”
You fumbled with your fingers and avoided his eyes. Your body was tense and he could see right through it.
Jungkook removed his glasses, “Miss Park, May I ask why you opted for this subject? I see you only had Biology before. Why the sudden addition of Chemistry?”
Taking a deep breath, you finally spoke up. “I'm sorry, Mr Jeon. I didn't mean to disappoint you in any way… I just took chemistry for extra credits.”
You lied. Oh, you fucking lied to your professor and you wanted to run away. Lying to him hurts you more than it should have.
Jungkook chuckled, “I’m not disappointed in you, Miss Park. I think with a little extra attention, you will be able to perform just as well as you do in Biology.”
You looked into his twinkling eyes. “I-I’m not sure if I can be that good in Chemistry. It's- it’s stupid, I should probably get it crossed. I think I still have time for that. Yeah, that, I'll do that,” the panic settled in.
Jungkook looked at you and found you a fragile little thing. He had never paid much attention to you knowing you were all good in your studies.
But right now, he wished he did.
You were a simple girl with a straightforward goal. He never saw you messing around or heard any gossip about you other than that you do not get mixed up well with others. Considering the fact that you had just moved out and still settling in, it was normal for not mixing up. It takes time.
“Miss Park,” Jungkook leaned in and patted your shoulder. “You don't need to panic. How about we try solving this problem for a couple of weeks and then see if you get any better, hm?
You sat frozen in your seat and just took in the feeling of his hand on your shoulder trying to calm you down. “What if I don't?”
Jungkook smiled, retrieving his hand and making you want more. “Then you can get it cancelled from your major.”
You nervously asked, “When can we start?”
“If you don't have any other class for the day, we can start right now! Do you have any classes?” you shook your head. “Alright, follow me to my office, Miss Park.”
Almost an hour since Jungkook has been focused on you. He was damn sure that your hands and voice were similar to MissPeach. He has been watching her for a month and he knows her perfectly. Her moans, whimpers, begging, sniffles, everything to the point she showed or let him see, he noticed.
However, he couldn't risk any false situations.
The picture of the peach tattoo flashed in front of his eyes. How MissPeach confessed to masturbating in university and that too while thinking about a professor… right into feeding his fantasies.
Not that he dreamt of that before but since MissPeach and you blocked his mind, he couldn't help but want this to happen. As forbidden as it was, you were a fully grown adult.
His pants started to tighten, his cock begging for a touch. But he pushed the need behind his head. He shouldn't think such filthy things while you are struggling to solve the equation in front of him.
He loved how your bangs caressed your soft cheeks. He wanted to caress your forehead to get rid of the tension lines you got while concentrating. He loved it when your nose scrunched up whenever you got stuck on a specifically harder equation.
He wondered why you had tiredness kissing your face. He hated that and wanted to take you in his arms and hum you to sleep in his lap.
Oh! He would do anything just to free your lower lip from the confines of your teeth and caress it with his thumb… kiss it with his lips and taste your pretty mouth.
His eyes widened at his wild thoughts. Fuck. He thought.
But something in his mind said that he needed to know if you were MissPeach or not.
Tattoo… he needed to keep an eye for it. She herself said that she always hid it whenever she came live or when she wore something like cropped tops.
It was the fifth day of the extra classes. You were waiting for Jungkook in his office with your notebook and textbook out as commanded by him. He informed you earlier that in this extra class, you will be joined by someone. You had no idea who this person was.
After about five minutes, the door opened. Along with Jungkook, another girl walked in. Margot.
There was nothing good about her. At least when it came to you, it wasn't. She was the only daughter of a realtor father and an advocate mother. Her nose was always high in the sky and her eyes looked down on people like you.
For her, you were not worth the hassle.
“Miss Park, Miss Bell was having trouble with the topic we are going to cover today. So I thought maybe we could work on it together!” Jungkook said as he took his seat in front of you and Margot on your left.
You nodded.
“Oh, well… I would have preferred this to be a private session, Mr Jeon. You know, it's better with personal attention and not,” Margot looked at you with a side eye, “share it with a scholar.” She spat the word scholar as if it were a pesticide.
Her voice was animatedly high-pitched and it annoyed you to no end.
“Really? I don't think so. Instead, I think that this is better. If you have any doubts, it can help Miss Park as well. And if Miss Park has any doubts, it can help you. Knowledge is never private, Miss Bell,” Jungkook sweetly said. You admired his thinking. He wasn't only hot and intelligent but also highly respectful as well. “Now without wasting time, let's start, shall we?”
It was only fifteen minutes in when Margot started to shit from her mouth.
“Mr Jeon, are you single?” she asked.
Jungkook looked up from his laptop and lowered his glasses. “Why do you ask?”
“You don't look single. There must be someone just as hot as you that you are dating,” your eyes widened at her choice of words.
Jungkook chuckled. “No, Miss Bell. I'm single.” His eyes stole glances at your face. You were buried in your book but he knew you were listening.
“Such a waste of hotness,” Margot tsked. “I think you deserve someone with pretty eyes, a sharp face and an intelligent mind, and money as well— ‘cause you know, there are many who would anything for money if they don't have it themselves! I'm sure you will go for someone who looks like a princess. With dusty blond hair,” At this point, she was just pointing out her own features.
“Miss Bell, I don't think you should be discussing such stuff. Plus, Miss Park must be getting disturbed,” his reply made your butterflies jump.
“Who cares? This is not all, you know? A girl must keep herself up to standards. No one will look at her if she keeps on being like this. A girl must wear good clothes, wear shoes that have solid soles and not hang by a single thread. Get a proper manicure done. Have some sense and class with good brands. And knows how to properly use make-up and not just use some cheap ass shit that cakes up,” you fisted your hands to hide your chipped nail paint as you felt the redness and shame crawling up your neck.
“Stop, Miss Bell! Thi–”
“I- I need to go,” you interrupted Jungkook and stood up. You messily collected your books and ran out without even putting them in your bag. You felt suffocated.
Jungkook could never be yours. You had nothing. You were average-looking, had no money to buy big brands, and had the most average life. and not to mention how you chose to bare yourself on the internet in front of strangers for money instead of going for an actual job.
You had nothing against people who did this with choice but you had never been this open-minded about it. Hell, you were still a virgin.
Long ago, your parents had a small business which earned enough for a healthy living. But because of your father's sudden illness, everything went to nothing. To pay the bills, your parents had to sell almost everything little by little and in that, the business went crashing. They sold the house and moved into a smaller house. It was still expensive. Hospital bills were stacking up. Most of your money went into that. It wasn't your choice to move away and stay like this. But desperate times bring desperate measures.
Why would Jungkook like you when you had too much shit to handle? He would probably walk away. Would he even look at you like you wanted? Never. You were his student, a twenty-one years old but still a student. While he was thirty years old successful professor.
It has been a week since MissPeach last came live.
You were kind of not feeling going on live after your qna. People, other than Daddy, made you feel like a worthless object that deserved nothing but to bare herself for the world to see. They had forgotten that there was an actual person with a heart that gets hurt as well.
So when you went live without any previous notice, you preferred to not talk at all and just release your stress. Plus you needed money to send it to your parents.
After coming back from your extra class with Jungkook, you could feel your arousal running down your thighs. Even though you weren't feeling good, your pussy had its own mind.
You were going to take care of your problem in private but you needed that money.
When the notification popped on Jungkook's phone, he quickly turned off the heat under the pasta and sat on the couch. He wasn't expecting you to go live but it was more than fine. He gets to talk to you.
The live started. You were sitting on your chair, wearing your underwear. A pastel blue set. Jungkook was quick to type the compliment and donate some money.
Bigdaddyj: My pretty baby looks so beautiful as always <3 –$300
He waited for you to say something but it never came. It was odd, you always replied to him.
You didn't say hi or ask how everyone's day was. Nothing.
Bigdaddyj: Baby? Everything alright?
You leaned back and sighed. Hooking up your thumbs with the corner of your panties, you removed them showing glistening folds.
Cummingdick: thank fuck this slut decided to show some pussy.
Randomdude: wanna fuck that hole so fucking bad💦
You slid your hand between your legs and teased your folds, not touching where you needed them the most. The slick was dripping down on your bed.
A blissful sigh escaped your throat when your cold fingers finally touched your throbbing clit. “Daddy,” you whimpered. It was your way to make him know that you acknowledge him and him only.
Jungkook’s cock hardened embarrassingly quickly. He knew something was not right and that MissPeach was feeling off but now when she moaned what she called him, he couldn't resist. He was sure that she was thinking of that professor but fuck he would be lying if that didn't just make him want to be delulu.
You picked up a lipstick and opened it. Dropping the cap, you picked another big blush brush with a metallic multi-coloured stick.
You pressed the button at the bottom of the lipstick and it started to buzz. Bringing it down to your clit, you gasped and moaned lewdly when the high vibrations buzzed through your veins.
“Oh my god, fuck,” you moaned.
Jungkook took out his cock from his sweatpants and stroked himself. This was one of his favourite toys that you owned paired with the brush wand in your hand. He always complimented her about it.
Bigdaddyj: Such a good girl, you are. Using Daddy's favourite toys. Hm? –$500
The ting of the donation made you look at the screen and made you moan knowing it was from Daddy. You turned on the brush and teased your hole with it. The double vibrations left you with your mouth wide open in a silent scream.
Slowly, you pushed the brush inside you. “Ah, Daddy please fuck me!” you screamed.
You closed your eyes and imagined Jungkook. He has been leaving subtle touches– not sexual. But they were enough for your weaker self.
You imagined his fingers rubbing your clit, spitting on it as his cock plunged into your filthy cunt. The vibrations against your G-spot made you see the stars.
It was embarrassing to admit that you had seen his huge bulge in the classroom sometimes.
You imagined how his hot cock would feel in your pussy as you rode him while his hands played with your tits, pinching your sensitive nipples. You just wanted him to wrap his hands around your throat and choke you as you lay under him with your knees touching your chin.
The overwhelming feeling of vibration from both the toys and the image of Jungkook ruining your cunt.
Jungkook matched the pace of your hand thrusting the damn thing in your swollen pussy. He was so close.
He had never seen MissPeach so out of it. He loved it.
His balls tightened, ready to burst anytime. Soon enough, his cock twitched and he emptied himself all over his white shirt when you moaned out loud and squirted. The brush slipped out of your cunt.
You dropped the lipstick thing and slapped your pussy as you squirted more and more with the image of Jungkook between your legs, lapping up your juices like the gentleman he is.
Your eyes and breath took time to adjust and when you felt normal, you turned off the live and sat there thinking about what just happened just like Jungkook who was hard again after seeing you squirt like a broken faucet.
You had never squirted in your whole life.
There was complete silence in Jungkook’s office. You were sitting in front of him, working on some theory. Your concentration was strong and you grasped everything perfectly.
Everything about you was quiet. You walked quietly, talked quietly, and even your breath was quiet. Not a single noise that you have ever made. However, you were even quieter after that class with Margot and that didn't slip from Jungkook’s attention.
Whenever you had any doubts, you would just slide your notebook or textbook across the table with a circle around the doubt.
He missed your voice.
Subconsciously, he noticed everything about you. You never talked to anybody. Never hung out in the canteen. Heck, he didn't even see you outside of these classes. It was as if you vanish after classes and only appear in the class.
Considering your age, he expected to catch you with a boy or a girl here and there. He had caught almost the rest of the students in such a compromising state. And he wasn't too old himself, just thirty years old, he knew what this generation's needs were.
He was, to say the least, concerned about you.
“Miss Park?” He called.
You looked up from your book and waited for him to continue. “I know it might come out as inappropriate but I couldn't help but notice how you are always on your own. Like, I've never seen you with someone else before and never outside of the classes. Is everything alright?”
You were wondering why he was suddenly interested in your pathetic life. “I don't think I get along well,” you whispered, thinking it should be enough and focused back on the book.
“Why not? You are smart and intelligent. I'm sure there are many who would want to be friends with you,” he said with enthusiasm to encourage her to have friends.
You just looked up at him again and shook your head and looked down again.
“That’s not the spirit, Miss Park. Trust me, friends come a long way. I have my childhood friends and other friends still in contact. Any need? They are right there for me,” he tried to reason.
You sighed, “Mr Jeon, I'm happy that you have such friends. But it's not everyone's thing. Not everybody is able to make friends. Sometimes it's better to be just… left alone. I would rather focus on studies, pass, and get out of here. I have no time for anything else.”
There were unspoken words left. Jungkook wanted to hear those. But he didn't press you much. He could see the wave of sadness that shifted on your face. He hated it.
He still blames himself for bringing Margot with him to the class. There was too much that these rich students (of course, not all but some) didn't understand. And he could see the maturity that you attained. He knew things were much deeper than mere relatability.
“Do you bring your lunch from home, Miss Park?” he abruptly asked.
You frowned but nodded.
“Did you bring it today as well?”
You nodded, again.
“Great! You should eat here. With me. I made some Jjajangmyeon and was wondering if I could have some company during lunch. It doesn't feel right without sharing… you can share your lunch with me!” he smiled, closed his laptop and placed the book he was going through away.
“I don't think you would want to have my lunch,” you nervously whispered.
“Oh, hush! Now pack up, it's lunchtime!”
Not even five minutes later, there were two bowls with noodles in it. Jungkook started to mix his bowl and pointed his eyes at yours with a smile, asking you to eat as well.
Jungkook had happily taken half of your sad American cheese sandwich and ate it with a huge smile. He had said that it was really good and you didn't believe him at all. But his following lines almost made you cry. They were— “You know, Miss Park, I always love food. It could be as simple as bread and butter or as complex as Korean BBQ. In the end, it's food. Not everyone gets to eat it. So I'm thankful for what I have and what I eat. No one should be ashamed of what they eat. As long as it fills up your stomach, it is good.”
This only added another reason why you loved hi–
Loved?
The moment you and Jungkook stepped into the library, he kept his eyes on you while you tried to find a specific book for your extra class.
Ever since he started giving you extra classes, he has paid more attention to you. And not from an academic perspective but as in you. He was hurt, to say the least.
You were alone. And he saw that right through your eyes.
Being away from one's home country and staying with ruthless rich young adults was not something as pleasant for someone from the working class. He felt for you. No details were needed to know that these people must have made your time here harder.
Since Margot, he had seen an utter decline in your health as well. Even in the stream, he noticed how your body had gone thinner.
Yes, he was certain that it was you, the MissPeach. But still, the odds were there.
After that lunch from yesterday, he had been thinking about you without any break. He couldn't even set the worksheet for juniors just because he was consumed by you. He kept seeing your tired eyes and the dark circles that stuck to them.
It took all the will to keep his fingers from caressing them and kissing them away. A strange wish to protect you and keep you arose within him that he never felt before.
It shook him, how much he had grown to care for you in just two weeks. He was afraid that you might break down at any moment.
You were this fragile little doll and yet so strong. He admired you. You were everything he ever wanted… scratch that, you were more than what he ever wanted. It was like he asked for an Apple but he got a basket full of apples with an apple pie. And love beside it.
Jungkook kept looking at you from where he was standing and smiled as you looked through the shelves of books to find what you needed. The tiny scrunching nose and your baby hair falling over your face… just adorable. He wished he could thread his fingers through them and tuck them behind your ears as his fingers brushed your nape, raising your goosebumps.
He smiled when he saw your eyes light up after you spotted the book you were finding. It was way above the shelf and you tried to reach it.
You looked too good to be true.
You tried reaching it with your right hand, and when failed, you switched to your left. As if that arm was longer than the other.
Jungkook chuckled and took one step to help you but instead, he froze in his place. His eyes wandered down and stopped at the naked skin just above your left hip. There it was. The pretty peachy peach sitting on your skin, taunting him.
His heart stopped for a moment and then ran faster like the wind in the thunderstorm.
Something feral ticked inside his guts.
You tried to reach for the book but it was too far up. Just as you were about to turn around and fetch the stool, a warm body pressed against your back and a hand rested on your covered right side. You didn't need to know who it was… that musky earthy scent was enough to make your heart beat like crazy knowing it was Jungkook.
You dumbly looked at his hand slowly grabbing the book and bringing it down to you. His hot breath fanned against your ear and his lips brushed against the shell of it.
And then he said in a deadly deep, low, and raspy voice, “I think, next time, you need to be more careful with your tattoo… MissPeach.”
The book dropped on the ground. Your eyes widened and your mouth parted open. Daddy. No one but Daddy knows.
Millions of haunting thoughts swirled in your head making you feel lightheaded. You were sure he was going to expose you and get you expelled.
“Meet me in my office, Miss Park,” he said and lightly kissed your ear. “Right now.”
The coldest warmth disappeared. So did your last brain cell.
You were doomed.
When you knocked on the door to the office, your soul almost left your body, trying to free itself from the humiliation.
The ever-soft “come in” made you realize that there was no going back. You fucked up.
How could he be Bigdaddyj? That shocked you to no end. You shouldn't have revealed that fucking tattoo of yours that night. But you felt a need to share at least one thing with that faceless stranger to feel something. To feel like you, too, had someone who knows your dirty secrets. Oh! The worst of all… the confession about masturbation.
Talk about sharing secrets. You scoffed at yourself.
Hesitantly, you opened the door and entered the room without looking up. You shut the door behind you extra tightly, making sure no one on the other side could hear anything. Unless they stuck their ears to the door.
Your body trembled as you stepped in front of his desk and stood there like a shivering statue. The inner screaming made you restless. This was too embarrassing to handle.
Your professor whom you have been crushing over since day one has seen you masturbate on the internet and the worst part is, he donated you good money as well.
He was going to ask for money, wasn't he? You cringed at yourself. How were you going to repay?
“Miss Park, I guess we both know what we are going to… discuss,” he started. You nodded. “Words… Miss Park.”
“Yes, Mr Jeon,” you whispered.
Jungkook stood up from his chair, “We had a nice talk in that stream, didn't we?”
The tears pricked your eyes so you kept your head down, keeping the sight of your face away from his expensive eyes.
He slowly walked around the table and stood behind you, caging you with his arms around you and placing his hands flat on the table. “It’s interesting, you know? To know that one of my students is a camgirl,” he whispered in your ear. “Do you want me to keep this dirty little secret for you, too?”
You nodded to you a few times, praying so that he could indeed keep this a secret. “Please,” you whispered in a weak tone.
“Hmm… but I want to know one thing in return, MissPeach…” his chest plastered with your back.
“Tell me one thing. Who is that professor whose thoughts make you wet, hm?” his jealousy made his brain fog up and let it out on you. “The one who gets you so fucking horny that you play with that pretty pussy in university with the toy that I sent you. Who is he? Is it Jimin? Or Namjoom? It has to be Namjoon. Big, ripped. He is the definition of hotness. I'm sure you imagine him licking your pretty pussy,” you couldn't imagine yourself. You felt dirty thinking about the image he was pasting. The only time you didn't feel dirty was when you imagined Jungkook and only Jungkook. The idea of being with any other professor made you cringe harder.
The more he talked about you being with some other person, the more tears dropped down your cheeks. You didn't want to admit that it was him. You promised yourself that you would let him paint whatever picture he wanted and never tell him the truth.
“Imaging his dick in your pussy? Isn't it? You would love that, wouldn't you? Having Namjoon’s dick in you and just ju—”
“You!” you screeched when he didn't stop. Into the well went the promise. It was too hard to listen to him.
Jungkook went rigid, “what?”
Your body trembled violently, “it’s you that I think about!” you let it out as your voice cracked.
“Y/n,” you felt his hands on your arms turning you around to face him. “Look me in the eyes, please.”
You looked up and he felt his heart break. Your face was red with tears running down. “Please, Mr Jeon. I beg you to keep this a secret, please! I will do anything you want. I-I’ll do better at Chemistry. But keep this to yourself. I can't– I can't afford to get kicked out. Everything will get ruined. Please n—”
Your words died when your face squished against his warm and hard chest. His one hand threaded through your hair and the other one rubbed your back.
“I’m sorry, Princess,” he whispered. “I won't ever tell this to anyone, baby. There is nothing wrong. I may have– no… I definitely let my jealousy take over and act like an idiot. You have done absolutely nothing wrong.”
Your eyes were wide open but they relaxed. Your shaky hands reluctantly circled around him and hugged him back. You felt warm. Not only on the outside but inside as well. The ice of burden melted for a while with the warmth he gave you. His fingers caressing your scalp made your head feel better. His hand running along your spine calmed your inner screamings.
Strangely enough, he was all you needed at that moment.
You just wanted to melt into his warmth and become a part of him.
As ridiculous as it looked, it was magical. Healing even.
You felt his nose against your head and he sniffed before pulling himself away just a little to see your face.
Jungkook gently wiped your cheeks and tucked your loose locks behind your ears. Your soft gaze softened his heart and he kept looking into them.
His hands cupped your face and pulled you closer to his face. Your nose touched with his and his minty fresh breath fanned your face.
Without using any words, he asked for your permission. As much as your brain was screaming to push him and run away, your mind made your head nod.
His eyes smiled.
And then he let his soft lips be on yours. Everything about him was warm and soft.
His lips lapped yours in a slow kiss. It was not lusty or heated but the one where he expressed more than he could say. The care, the love, the admiration. He didn't only kiss your lips but your soul. Dramatic but made sense.
Your lips moved in sync.
Jeon Jungkook was your first kiss.
He was careful trying not to hurt you. He held your face as if it was made of glass. Your hands were clutching his shirt as if you let go, you might actually break. It felt like a fever dream, the one from which you never wanted to wake up.
Your lips parted away from his and your forehead rested against his. You opened your eyes unhurriedly and saw him already looking at you.
“Jealousy?” you asked.
Jungkook’s hands slid down and held your waist, “you might have stolen my heart, Princess,” he deeply whispered. “Let it be MissPeach or Miss Park… your both of those sides snatched my heart. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to be with you, baby,” his thumbs drew circles on your waist. “At first it was the fascination of MissPeach but since I have started to get to know you, I've been dying to make you mine, Princess. You fucked up my mind… And I love it. I love it more than I should,” he breathily chuckled.
“How did you know it was me?” your mind was blurred with proximity.
“Believe me or not but it was your hands that made me realize and when you talked, I knew it was MissPeach,” he said and kissed the tip of your nose.
“My hands?” you frowned and looked at your hands. You turned them around to see what gave them off.
Jungkook chuckled and held your hands in his large ones. Bringing them closer to his lips, he pecked them. “Everything you allowed me to see and hear, I know them. A single look and a single noise of you will always make me know that it's you, Princess.”
You were at a loss for words. “But why would you pay attention to a girl who fucks herself for everyone to see?”
With two fingers, he lifted up your chin and looked into your eyes, “You are not just a girl, Y/n. You are my girl. And don't think of yourself any less just because you are a camgirl. I know you and know that you are better than anyone I have ever known.” You could see the concern swimming in his pebble eyes. “I want you to be mine, baby. Is that too much to ask?”
“You are my professor,” you voiced your fear. “What if someone finds out?”
“Not forever,” he kissed your forehead. “And no one will find out. Just one and a half more years, baby. Then we can be free and be ourselves. Give it a try, okay?”
You had nothing to lose.
“Okay.”
Little peeking and pecking kept going on between Jungkook and you. Small smiles and reassuring pats on the back were a new routine that the two of you followed.
There was no need for any extra classes anymore but it only felt right and it was the only way to spend some time without anyone interrupting or feeling highly alerted.
You were sitting on the chair, working through some practical problems on your own. Nothing was better than this. Sitting in your professor's office, studying peacefully, stealing some kisses and praises, and just existing together— no more existing alone.
Jungkook was leaning against the table next to you, running his fingers through your luscious locks. It was his newly found habit that he loved the most.
His fingers traced your forehead, moving along your temple down to your chin, he raised your head and looked deep into your eyes. His thumb grazed your lower lip. His eyes were taking in the softness of your lips.
Leaning down till your foreheads touched, he said, “Have I ever told you how fucking beautiful you are, Princess?”
“Like ten minutes ago,” you closed your eyes and took in the closeness.
“Really?” he gasped. “I should tell you that more often than that,” you giggled. Something in his chest warmed up. “You are the most perfect person I have seen, baby.”
“Yeah?” He hummed in answer. “But don't you think that other girls are perfect and I’m nothing in front of them? They have perfect features and perfect bodies. Their hair is always well-styled and their makeup is seamless. And their skin looks baby-soft all the time.”
It was odd to unfold your insecurities like this.
Jungkook inhaled, “look at me, baby,” he asked in the softest voice. When you opened your eyes and looked into his eyes, he began, “They are pretty and perfect. Just not for me. Everyone is pretty and perfect in their own little ways. And you, my darling, are the most perfect and breathtaking woman I've ever seen in my life. They are pretty in my eyes, but you are prettier. They might have the softest skin but I only want to caress your sweet cheeks. Their hairstyles take much effort, probably but yours are the ones that make my heart flutter. Everything you do is far better than them for me. So, never say that ever again. Of course, if you feel insecure, you tell me. I'll make sure to make you feel like the queen that you are. And if anyone touches you to tell you otherwise, they will be seeing a version of me that nobody asked.”
Your heart quivered. No one has ever made you feel the way Jungkook did. Older men like him always know how to be a gentleman. Nothing compares to him. You were sure that he was a cleaner version of Zade Meadows.
Something else has been bothering you. “Mr Jeon…”
“Yes, baby?” he caressed your cheek.
“I–I masturbate on live streams. Doesn't that bother you?” you looked everywhere but his eyes.
Jungkook straightened up and walked back to his seat and sat down. “Come here,” he patted his lap.
You stood up and shakily walked to him. His hands clutched your sides and made you sit on his lap, your legs on his either side and back against the table.
His hands rubbed your sides to calm your trembles. “Why do you ask that?”
“I don't know,” you whispered.
“You didn't go live since that day, baby. Why is that?” you rested your palms on his shoulders.
“I wasn't sure if you would like that, me going live after everything happened between us,” you hated to talk about this but it was necessary. And the sooner you talk about this, the better.
“Do you enjoy doing lives? Tell me honestly, okay?” he asked. His eyes held nothing but understanding. That made it easier for you. But you still took some time. Were you really into this whole ordeal? “Baby?” Jungkook shook you out of your head.
“I don't,” you blur out. Jungkook's eyebrows raised in half surprise and half question. “Well, not as much. I guess the more I did the more I became used to it. There are things I don't like about it. And if I had other options, I would have never gone this way.”
His hands moved to your back, and seeing your shiny eyes made his heart ache. He pulled you closer to his chest, your head resting in the crook of his neck. “Then why are you doing this, pretty? Why is there no other option?”
You inhaled his intoxicating scent before you began, “My father had a business. It had about two million worth of average turnover. It was going perfectly. My mother was a housewife. We were living a perfect little life like any other middle-class family. We had a two-story house in the city and two cars. Nothing else was needed. However, everything came crashing down one day…” Jungkook felt wet against his neck, it squeezed his heart but he kept listening as he rubbed your back.
“He was rushed to the hospital and we got a call. My father had a brain tumour. It was bad. It affected such parts of the brain that made his body non-functional. I was still a minor and wasn't aware of much. Things took a great turn and in a span of a few years, everything that my father built from scratch was gone.
His medical bills were amassing up. We had to sell everything. We sold one car. A year later from that incident, we sold our house,” you choked on your words. Your hands clutched Jungkook's shirt tightly in your fist. “We moved closer to the hospital but outside the city. It was a one-room apartment. It had no rooms. Just a space which had one kitchen and one door that led to the bathroom. Nothing else.
We lived there. My parents still live there. I worked hard every day to get a scholarship. I forgot what it was like to sleep or have fun. In that little space, three of us were… we were just there. Not really alive. But just three beating hearts. I passed my exam. I got the scholarship,” you took a deep shaky breath.
“I got into the University I always wanted. I maintained my grades so that I could change my and my parents’ lives. My professors there were impressed with my performance so they persuaded me to give my name in the student exchange program. I wasn't sure before but they said that it was only going to help me and make my resume look like a quote-unquote shining star
“Good things come with their own bitterness. Even if the fee was forgiven, I still had to reach here. We didn't have enough funds for that so we ended up selling our second car. I preferred to live off-campus. It wasn't the most sane idea but it was harder to be in a dorm.
“So when I came here, I found a job as a barista but that didn't pay any of my bills. And my parents needed money as well. My mother couldn't work because she needed to look after my father all the time. So, I took responsibility because they spent too much on me for me to come here. And I didn't want to be a burden.
“So the only option I was left with was live streaming. It pays my rent and the rest goes to my parents. For hospital bills and all. Nothing else earned me enough but this. So I had to do what I do now.”
It was a dead silence. Jungkook's hands on your back stopped moving somewhere in between. You wanted him to say something or at least run your back to comfort you. But when you raised your head and looked at his face, silent tears were running down his closed eyes. He was biting his lip so that no voice escaped him.
He wanted to comfort you by staying strong but it was harder than it was in his head.
“Jungkook,” you first time took his name. It made his heart flutter. He opened his eyes and just looked at you. You looked tired and it all made sense to him. You stayed away from everyone and closed yourself off just so you could work hard towards your goals and make something out of your life. To make a difference in the family and help them.
You took steps out of your liking and comfort zone just so your parents could have a little bit of ease on themselves. You were beyond perfect. You were more than an angel.
You were too good to be true.
He choked on his words, “I’m sorry, baby. I didn't mean to cry but I just can't help,” his last three words were almost inaudible.
Your heart clenched and fresh tears poured out of your eyes. Holding his face in your tiny hands, you wiped his tears and kissed the tip of his nose. “Thank you,” you whispered.
“For what, baby?” he sniffed.
“…just take it,” you kissed his cheek.
He smiled and pecked your glossy lips. “You know that I’m so proud of you, baby. And you just keep on making me prouder every single day. I admire your will and strength. There is nothing that can stop you from chasing your dreams, pretty girl. And I'll be right next to you to make sure that you have everything in the world you need to keep you happy. I'll take all of your tensions and work on them with you. You don't have to worry about anything. Let me know the bank details and I'll take care of your parents’ expenses from now on.”
“No,” you said. “I don't want you to do that at all. All I want from you is to be here. Let me take care of my parents, please. I don't wanna take anything from you. The only thing I want is you and nothing else,” you were aware of the blind money that this university paid to their A-listed professors and Jungkook happened to be one of them. But you weren't here for money but for him.
“I will be always here with you just like right now,” he whispered against your lips before joining them.
He bit your lip lightly making you gasp. The innocent kiss turned into a heated one. Taking the opportunity, he shoved his tongue inside your mouth. You let him explore your mouth as you did his. He sucked your lower lip and let it go.
Your jaw was littered with kisses and licks as he found his way to your neck. It took him two seconds to find your soft spot and sucked on it, making you hum. Your hands threaded through his hair and fisted them.
Your nails against his scalp made his cock twitch in his pants and it got harder the more you moaned. He looked into your eyes. “Baby, we need to stop before I do something else,” he warned you.
You whined, “No, please don't stop now,” you begged.
“But you are not fine right now,” he tried to reason.
“I won't be if you don't touch me! Make me forget everything but you, Mr Jeon! Make me feel free… Please fuck me!” you begged.
Something ticked inside him. His eyes went feral. The blood left his brain and rushed straight into his cock. He swiped everything from his table and dropped you on it. He hastily removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. He came closer and attached your forehead with his As he looked into your eyes.
In a low, deadly voice, I’m going to fuck you senseless, baby. I'll make sure we leave this campus with you in my arms and not on your feet.”
Jungkook removed his shirt and shortly his pants followed behind. He lets you take in his body. Your jaw slacked open. He had a murderous figure. His chest was big and his abs were defined. What made your pussy throb like a bitch was his right arm which was adorned with tattoos. You knew about the hand tattoos but you never knew about the arm. He was full of surprises.
His thighs were big and stiff. You knew it. Every time he made you sit on his lap, you knew they had their own glory and you wanted to ride it anytime.
It looked like God himself— no, the Devil himself carved this man. There was no way that God would create something this sinful.
“Like what you see, Princess?” if you knew his voice could go any deeper, you would have controlled yourself better. But you let out a loud moan just by hearing his voice while shamelessly looking at his body. The outline of his humongous cock didn't go unnoticed.
“Oh my God,” you shakily whispered.
Jungkook didn't wait any longer, his patience was already running low. His fingers played with the hem of your blouse, waiting for you to give him the green light.
It took a shy smile and a nod from you for him to go wild. He removed your shirt and captured your lips between his. Your tongues fought for dominance.
The bra was next to go. Your sensitive nipples hardened as the cool air touched them.
Then his eyes fell on that little tattoo that made him untamed. That little peach above your hip teased him. “That is going to kill me someday, baby,” he grunted.
Jungkook cupped your tits and kissed his way to them. He pushed you down on the table and lapped on your left nipple. His left hand cupped your other tit and his right hand fondled with your pants button.
He opened it and slid his hand in your panties. His fingers touched your leaking pussy and slid lower to your hole. He brought his wet fingers to your clit and rubbed it slowly making you moan out his name.
He chuckled darkly, “Look at you, all wet for me,” he teasingly bit your nipple as his eyes were fixed on your face. He loved how your face scrunched up with pleasure.
He took the other nipple in his mouth and repeated the assault on them. Slowly, he kissed down your sternum. His warm lips hovered above your tattoo and then he kissed it. You thrashed under him as he kept licking and sucking the spot. He was satisfied when the pastel colours of your tattoo had a deep red and purple hue around it.
He waited for this, to see your face while the tremors of pleasure ran through your body. None of your lives could compete with the real thing that you had. And Jungkook worshipped it.
He pinched your clit and made your back arch, pushing your breast more into his hungry mouth. He loved how your body reacted to his touches. And the forbidden nature of the relationship made him hornier.
It was so wrong yet so right.
“This needs to go, baby,” he rasped. His hands impatiently removed your pants along with your panties. “Fuck,” he grunted.
No, seriously… the real thing could never match the screen.
Jungkook took a seat and pulled you closer by your legs. He dropped your legs on his shoulder, kissing his way up to your pussy. Your legs trembled around his head as he got closer.
Supporting yourself up with your elbows, you looked into his mischievous eyes. You had never seen such a look in his eyes. Your heart felt glad that it was that way. Not in a million years, you wanted him to give this look to someone else.
He teased your pussy by giving light kisses on your folds. But he gave in as you started to whine. The moment you felt his hot lips pressed onto your pussy, your eyes rolled back as you fell back. His lips wrapped around your throbbing clit and sucked it.
Your nails scratched the wooden table as his tongue played with you. He lapped your dripping hole and moaned as your sweet taste coated his mouth.
The vibrations of his moans made your legs wrap around his head harder but he slapped them away. “Be a good little kitten for me, baby.”
“Please,” you moaned.
“Please what?” he bit your clit.
“Please, sir.”
“Oh, fuck!” he grunted as he found out his new kink. His cock got harder, which surprised him. “What do you want, Princess? Tell me, baby. Tell your professor what your needy cunt wants.”
Another wave of sinful shocks travelled your belly as he talked dirty making you cry out in bliss, “Your fingers! Please, sir!”
He smirked at you and licked your clit just as he pushed two of his fingers in your cunt. Your brows scrunched up and your mouth fell open.
His long, thick fingers filled you up. They moved along with the rhythm of his tongue and did come hither motion, teasing your g-spot.
His fingers picked up the pace and fucked you. He could feel your climax coming closer as your pussy throbbed around his fingers. He didn't stop and soon enough, your back arched, your mouth opened in a silent scream, and came all over his fingers.
Jungkook almost came in his boxers when your needy cunt squirted all over him. He didn't stop sucking on your clit and plunged his fingers until he got everything you had for him.
He removed his fingers and looked into your eyes as he licked his fingers clean. He bent over you with his arms next to your head, “You taste so fucking sweet, Princess. So fucking pretty.”
You pulled him in and smashed your lips against his lips and tasted yourself. “You know, that day on live, it was my first time squirting and I was thinking about you doing exactly this.”
“Baby, you are going to fucking kill me,” he said as he cock twitched and begged to be released. He made a quick move in discarding his boxers and freed his cock as it smacked against your pussy.
You pulled apart and looked down at his angry, throbbing cock. Your eyes bulged out at the length and the girth of it. His cock was bigger and fatter than any of your little toys. You weren't sure if he was going to fit.
“I don't think that will fit in,” you whispered, still glancing at his monstrosity.
He chuckled darkly and pecked your lips, “Baby, my dick was made to serve your pretty little cunt,” he hummed in your ear as his hand slid his cock on your slit, making it slicker with your cum. “So, your cunt will take,” he aligned his cock with your hole, “this,” he pushed his angry head in, “fucking,” your eyes rolled as his cock practically ripped your insides, “dick,” he shoved it to the hilt.
His breath came out in pants. He kissed your lips as you got used to his size. “So fucking warm and tight,” he mumbled against your lips. “It’s all mine… all mine.”
“More,” you gasped. “Fuck me like I’m your slut!”
Jungkook smirked as his cock twitched in your cunt. He slowly pulled out a few inches and shoved his cock back, making you moan. His veiny cock rubbed your walls perfectly and the curve of his cock made his hot head caress your G-spot.
It was an overwhelming feeling but in a good way.
Slowly he picked up his pace and fucked you. His right hand went between your body and rubbed your clit. “Oh my God!” you moaned.
He looked between your bodies where you were sucking him in. His cock twitched seeing how your pussy was all spread open around his cock. The velvety warm walls of your cunt made it harder for him to stay sane. He was trembling just like you.
“So perfect for me, baby. So perfect,” he whispered as he kissed your neck. “I’m gonna fuck you do good. I'm gonna fuck my pretty little slut so good that she forgets everything but me.”
“Jungkook!” your moan turned into a gasp when you felt a sting on your ass cheek. Jungkook rubbed the area where he had just spanked you. He looked you in the eye with a murderous glare. He stopped his thrusts.
“What do you say, slut?” he growled. “I think you are asking for a punishment. Hm?” you screamed when his heavy hand landed on your sensitive clit.
“I’m sorry, sir,” you whimpered as another hard blow landed on your other asscheek. Your pussy clenched around his cock. He loved it. He loved how you took everything he gave you. Such a pretty little slut for him.
“You like being spanked, don't you?” His thrusts were slow and hard. Your tits jiggled with each stroke. “Look at you, your cunt is practically suffocating me.”
You cried, “Please, sir. I'll be a good girl. Please, harder.”
He leaned in, shoved his tongue down your throat and pushed your legs up. He picked up an animalistic pace and fucked you to oblivion. The sound of skin slapping got louder. His balls slapped your ass.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue out. He collected the spit in his mouth and spat on your tongue. “Swallow,” he moaned as you clenched so badly around his shaft. You swallowed his spit and showed him your mouth. “Good Girl.”
He wrapped his free hand around your neck and squeezed it just enough for you to breathe properly but tight enough to make your pussy throb like a bitch.
“Such a perfect little slut for me,” he grunted. “So fucking kinky and dirty. Just as I love it,” he pinched your clit.
“Only for you!” you gasped.
“Yes, baby. Only for me. I'm never gonna let you go. Do whatever you want, pretty. Do as many lives as you want but only I can touch and fuck this pussy. Only mine,” he bit your lips.
Jungkook could feel you throb around his cock, telling him that you were close. “So close,” you whimpered against his mouth.
“Cum, Princess. Cum for Daddy,” your legs trembled and your back arched as let you cum all over his cock and helped your ride through it.
“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” you screamed.
Jungkook held your legs and fucked you ruthlessly as he chased his own high. He could feel your cum coating his cock. His head felt light as he finally came inside your pussy.
His hot cum filled your pussy to the brim. You felt a small wave of orgasm hit you as he came.
He panted and hugged you closer. His head rested on your chest and listened to your running heartbeat. He loved it. He loved feeling you all naked on his desk. Your hands found their home in his hair as they caressed his scalp. “Baby, are you alright?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you panted. You took in the closeness and appreciated every moment with him.
After a moment, Jungkook pulled and looked at your pussy leaking your and his mixed cum. If it were someone else, the thought would never have crossed his mind but looking at your pussy, he wanted to eat it clean. It looked so delicious and creamy. It was as if she was inviting him and taunting him. He needed to eat you.
So he did that.
He sat on his chair and pulled you closer to him and without a warning, he licked your sensitive pussy from your hole to the clit.
You whimpered as he overstimulated your pussy. “Too sensitive.”
“Give me one more, Baby. Just one more. I know you can,” he said and shoved his tongue into your hot cunt and ate till you came on his tongue once again.
You were a trembling mess. You could still feel his cock in your stomach as he got up to clean you. When he gently wiped your pussy with a wet tissue, you flinched but he rubbed his free hand on your side, down to your leg, soothing you and getting you through this.
You looked at his face which was glowing and had an admirable smile on his pretty face. His cheeks and ears were red. He looked at you with stars in his eyes and felt like crying.
Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did. But again, nobody was Jungkook but him.
“Let's go to my place, yeah? I don't want to leave without you. I need you to be closer to me. We can cuddle, watch movies, have dinner, and do anything you want, okay?” he said as he cleaned his softening cock and got dressed up.
You thought for a moment, “Okay…” you didn't want to be alone either. You craved his touch and warmth. This was your first time, it only made you want him more.
“Let's get you dressed up as well,” he smiled.
Jungkook held your hands and helped you off the table but your trembling legs gave up. He caught you and hugged you against his chest. You looked up with your mouth open as you felt sore. He gave you a knowing smirk.
To say the least, he ended up carrying you out of the university to his car.
“Oh my God!” you sulked in the corner of the couch as you curled into a ball. “Someone could have walked in!”
It was amusing for Jungkook to watch you just realize that you two had sex in his office at the University. He wondered how only now you registered it and not before while he was buried in your pussy.
“I had my door locked, sweety. Don't worry,” he chuckled as stood by the dining table, mixing the chocolate cake batter.
“Some could have knocked or worse,” you looked up at him with eyes wide open and your expression morphed into horror, “heard us!”
He left the bowl on the dining table and sat beside you, pulling you on his lap. He cupped your pouting face and kissed your lips softly. “Nothing happened, right? So don't worry, my love. Come help me bake the cake and then we will have dinner.”
You hummed and pecked his lips. “Okay, Mr Jeon.”
“Jungkook. It's Jungkook for you, Princess… or Daddy. The choice is yours,” he winked, making you laugh.
Later that night, Jungkook kissed every inch of you. He started from your forehead to your toes. He loved the idea of having you in his bed. He lent you his shirt that was too big for your frame. You wore nothing else under that shirt. He fanboyed over you and worshipped you.
“You look effortlessly beautiful,” he mumbled as he kissed your jaw. “You have me wrapped around your pinky finger in just a couple of weeks, hm.”
You giggled as you rubbed your hand along his tattooed arm. “I never knew you had tattoos.”
Jungkook laid beside you and in his arms and looked at his right arm. “I never show them in the University. When I had recently joined, everyone used to stare. It was a distraction so I started wearing full sleeves.”
“Of course, they will be distracted. And now I will, too! Now whenever I'm going to see you, I will see what's beneath your clothes,” you said.
Jungkook smirked, “Yeah? You will imagine me naked in the class now?” he teased. “I’m your Professor, Princess. Have some shame.”
You narrowed your eyes. “Where was your shame when you ripped my pussy with that sinful thing you call your dick?”
His chest rumbled with a laugh, making you smile. “Touché… I can't really complain, can I? I'll be seeing you naked, too,” he kissed your lips tenderly. “You fucked me up, Princess. I thought it was just lust for MissPeach but fuck, I would be lying if I didn't say I feel more than that and feel like protecting you from everything… Thank you for giving me a chance, love. I'll make sure that you are happy from now on. I'll take care of you from now on.”
“But—”
“Shh,” his finger on your lips shut you up. “I know that it is too soon but please move in here with me, yeah? You don't have to worry about the rent, I own this place. I don't feel good about letting you live alone. It is too soon but you can try, please. As I said before, you can stream as much as you want and support your parents. But let me take care of you. It hurts me to see you tired and not taken care of. So, let me do it. And if someone suspects something. Just say that I rent you a room in the apartment and if they still have any issues, bring them to me and don't hide if someone is rude to my pretty girl, okay?”
“I don't deserve your kindness, Jungkook,” you smiled with watery eyes. “But I'll be selfish for once and take it.”
He smiled and kissed you again. “That's my good girl,” he whispered and turned you around.
Your back was plastered with his warm chest. His arm circled your body and his hand pathed its way between your legs. He cupped your pussy and shoved his two fingers in. His other hand slid under your shirt and groped your breast.
You gasped, “what…?”
Jungkook kissed your shoulder, “you will sleep better. And I get to be closer to you,” he whispered. “Now sleep, Princess.”
You bit your lip and melted in his chest. Your insides exploded with giddiness. It did indeed feel good to have his fingers in your pussy as you fell asleep.
It was the best night ever.
“You deserve all the kindness in the world, Baby.”
Epilogue.
12 years later.
The heel of your red bottoms tapped on the floor as you walked down the corridor and you reached your apartment door.
You weren't supposed to go but there was an emergency at the hospital where you were an Oncologist. Luckily, everything was under control and you got to leave sooner. But it was still late.
You entered the passcode and opened the door. However, you were left surprised.
The lights were off but the living room was blooming with candle lights. The floor was covered with roses. There was a lingering scent of your favourite candle along with the mouth-watering aroma of the food.
You walked in and saw Jungkook standing in the middle of the living room. His face was glowing with a perfect toothy smile. “Happy 10th anniversary, Princess.”
You dropped your bag and ran into his arms. He chuckled as you jumped on him. He caught you, spinning you around. Yours and his giggles filled the happy place.
“Happy anniversary to you too, love,” you whispered in his ear. “You didn't have to do any of this.”
“But I wanted to,” he smiled. “Did I tell you that you are gorgeous?”
“About billions of times,” you giggled.
“Ah, still not enough,” he kissed your lips with passion. “I need to tell you that even more.”
“You will go crazy,” you cupped his face.
“I went crazy the day I actually looked at you, Baby,” his nose touched yours. “I love being crazy for you. I love being crazy in love with you. The day you let me have you was the day you made me go insane. I still cry thinking about how the fuck I got so lucky to have you. You are so intelligent, smart, and strong. You did everything for your parents and I don't know how I got you but it's all I ever wanted. Being in love with you makes me realize how addicting you are. All I want is you for me to settle my cravings.
A shy smile tugged at your lips as your eyes watered. “I love you so much, Jungkook. I have no words for it.”
“I see it, Love. I know it,” he hugged you tightly. “Come on, dinner is getting cold.”
In these years, you have come so far. You were no longer a streamer but a well-known Oncologist.
You worked hard towards your dreams and Jungkook stood by your side and supported you. You had nothing to worry about because he was there. Everything fell into one place.
Your father got operated on. Things turned out to be better. He was recovering. But he was fine. When you were settled enough, you asked them to come here. They did. It was the best feeling ever.
Through physical therapy, your father was able to move his body and showed a huge difference in a small amount of time. However, he was still suggested to keep the wheelchair around outside. He was weaker but better.
They were living at the apartment where you lived with Jungkook in University. Along with them, Jungkook’s parents moved into that apartment to help them around. It was fun to have them around, all four of them. They formed a perfect bond in a blink of an eye.
You both bought a new apartment when you found out about your pregnancy four years ago. Jungkook was over the moon and stuck by you like a monkey. He took care of you and the baby.
Two years later you gave birth to another baby. It was a complete family and nothing else was needed.
Jungkook always wanted two kids, a girl and a boy. Now that you had them, he was satisfied with his life. He bragged about you and the babies to everyone. Even at University, he would show baby videos to all of his colleagues.
He proposed to you for marriage right after you completed your degree. He was excited to make you his. He spent hours planning for the wedding that you both wanted.
Everybody teased you about how crazy he was for you.
In the beginning, everyone was disgusted and unaccepting of your relationship. However, everything settled when they saw how genuine you two were. It was as if you two couldn't breathe without each other.
When you became a Doctor, Jungkook cried happy tears and told you how proud he was and that he knew you were going to do big things in life.
That night he showed you so much love.
“Where are Seol and Jae?” you asked about your kids.
“I dropped them at our parents’. I wanted to have you all by myself. In the end, it is our anniversary,” he winked at you with a devilish look on his face.
“Is that so?” you smirked.
“After dinner, be a good girl and go into our room… naked and ass up for me,” his hand grabbed your ass and squeezed it as you looked at him with a slutty look.
“Yes, sir.”
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pairing: oscar piastri x academic!girlfriend
summary: oscar visits his girlfriends bachelor thesis defending
word count: 1.3k
face claim: phoebe bridgers
warnings: a swear word, some angst - mentions of a panic attack
note: this is for my baby @lissyontour, you got this, pls wish her good luck for today <3
oh and it’s my first oscar fic, hihi, enjoy it
and there is some of the bachelor thesis… i had to include some of it, thanks to chat gpt
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Fuck, was she nervous. Her head was spinning and her legs were jelly - no, scratch that - her legs were liquid.
Her eyes were trying to focus on something, just something that would help her back to reality. She knew she was somewhere else right now, somewhere where she shouldn’t be.
Why wasn’t Oscar with her? Why was she alone? This was not how she planned it!
Her heart was beating, she felt it nearly pop out of her chest. It almost hurt. Oscar should’ve been here with her, but a last minute meeting with Zak just threw her plans overboard.
Her breath quickend and her hands searched for the only safe thing she could think of, her phone. Her fingers quickly glided over the screen and Oscars answer made her hold her breath for a second.
Standing in front of the auditorium, the heavy red doors made her uneasy. It’s gonna be time soon.
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Oscar had to hold himself back not to text her that he was actually sitting in the front row and waiting for her to enter the room. He knew it was cruel. But he just had to do it.
He was so much more nervous than her. He watched her write that bachelor thesis for over six months now. At every race she was sitting in his drivers room with at least ten books and her laptop. Only just for the last five laps she came out of the room to watch him race.
He appreciated her coming, she could’ve just stayed at home and studied, but she always came with. Multitasking her way through her studies. And he was so proud of her. There was no way he would miss her final step of the way.
And he knew his cruelty was all worth it, as she stepped into the room and her eyes spotted his. Her whole face lit up and he could almost spot some tears of relief.
„What are you doing here?“, she mouthed. A small smile on her lips. „Supporting you“, he mouthed back, matching her smile.
„Welcome Ms y/l/n!“, her professor welcomed her. „I am exited to hear you defend your bachelor thesis about; How Greek Mythology influenced modern literature.“
She smiled at her favourite teacher and took out her thesis. She closed her eyes for a second, breathed in and out again. She was ready. Oscar knew she studied English literature and oh did that make her sexy.
But he had no idea of Greek Mythology or modern literature by any means. Yes, he read her thesis at least twice, but did his brain understand anything she meant? It did not. Being the smart one was all her job.
„Welcome Professor McAllister, dear colleagues, guests and friends. I hereby welcome you dearly to my defending of my bachelor thesis: How Greek Mythology influenced modern literature.“
Oscar listened intently and always smiled when she looked at him for reassurance. His heart was swelling with proudness. He soon had a girlfriend with a bachelor degree.
„In the vast tapestry of literary evolution, Greek mythology stands as an enduring thread, weaving its timeless narratives into the very fabric of modern literature. As contemporary authors navigate the labyrinth of inspiration, they find themselves entwined with the rich tapestry of gods, heroes, and mythical creatures that originated in ancient Greece.
The resurgence of interest in Greek mythology can be traced to its profound impact on archetypal storytelling. From the lofty heights of Mount Olympus to the depths of the Underworld, these tales resonate with universal themes that transcend temporal and cultural boundaries. Authors draw from the exploits of Zeus, the sagas of heroes like Achilles, and the tragedies of figures like Oedipus to explore complex facets of human nature. The gods' capriciousness mirrors the unpredictable forces that shape our destinies, while the struggles of mortals against divine intervention echo the perennial human quest for agency in the face of cosmic uncertainty.
Prominent literary figures, from James Joyce to J.K. Rowling, have paid homage to Greek mythology, infusing their works with echoes of ancient narratives. The hero's journey, a concept rooted in the mythic structure of heroes like Perseus and Hercules, serves as a narrative template for protagonists in contemporary novels. These echoes are not mere nostalgic nods; they represent a perennial dialogue between past and present, a dialogue in which timeless themes find new expression.
Moreover, the enduring allure of Greek mythology lies in its malleability. Authors wield the myths as allegorical tools to explore issues ranging from power dynamics and hubris to the nuances of morality. The Hydra of Lerna becomes a metaphor for societal challenges that sprout anew when seemingly eradicated, and the labyrinthine trials of Theseus mirror the complexities of modern ethical dilemmas.
In essence, the enduring influence of Greek mythology on modern literature is a testament to the universality of its themes and the perennial resonance of its characters. As authors continue to delve into the wellspring of ancient tales, they discover not relics of a bygone era, but rather a living reservoir of inspiration that fuels the imagination of generations, perpetuating the eternal dance between the ancient and the contemporary.“
Her voice angelic as it could be, drew in people who never even heard of the topic. You didn’t have to be interested in Greek Mythology to listen to her thesis, because she delivered her speech that even Oscar understood and left him wanting to know more about it.
My god was he proud. He was in awe, his beautiful girlfriend standing up there, speaking about her passion and delivering it in a way he never thought she could.
Even the look on Professor McAllister made him proud. She looked at his girlfriend with a proud smile, nodding along with her and reassuring her. She was gonna ace this.
Oscar was snapped out of it when the whole auditorium clapped. She was standing with the biggest smile on that stage. Oscar just had to get a picture of her. His new wallpaper.
„Thank you, Ms y/l/n. This was magnificent! We‘ll just discuss real quick and we‘ll be back with your grade. You can be proud of yourself, Ms y/l/n“, Professor McAllister told the young woman on stage.
And as soon as they left the room, she squealed and ran to Oscar. He opened his arms and let the girl spring into his embrace. „Hi“, he whispered. „Hi“, she whispered back. „I thought you weren’t coming?“
He laughed, a real deep belly laugh. „I had to surprise you!“ She hit his shoulder and said: „I hate you, but I’m glad you came.“
„You did so well, my love. I am so proud of you! We have to celebrate afterwards, anything you want.“
The time together was cut short, when the door opened again and the four professors walked in again. „Ms y/l/n, please, have a seat“, her professor said and pointed to the chair sat in front of the four.
She nervously walked over to them and smiled at them. „No need to be nervous, you did well, you can be proud of yourself.“
They talked stuff Oscar didn’t understand. But when he saw a big smile form on her face, he knew she received the best grade she could’ve. Proud, that’s the only word that came to Oscar’s mind.
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„I love the boys“, she told Oscar. He smiled up at her and said: „I know you do, but only I can celebrate with you today.“ She giggled and would’ve almost kicked her feet, if it weren’t for the others in the room.
Professor McAllister handed y/n her diploma and told her they’d see each other at official ceremony. After that, Oscar and his girlfriend almost sprinted out of the auditorium.
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oscarpiastri how did we get from that to this?
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yninsta the first one is NOT me, idk where you got this from
user1 weren’t we all at that point during our studies?
user2 yes, yes we were
yninsta glad i wasn’t alone…
oscarpiastri so it was you
yninsta oop-
landonorris congrats, y/n! when we gonna get a lecture about greek mythology from you?
yninsta any day you want
landonorris now?
oscarpiastri no, now she’s busy with me
landonorris ewww, my eyes are scarred, don’t ever come back to the mclaren garage
oscarpiastri i didn’t mean it that way
yninsta he did
landonorris you’re just kids
user3 we love an academic wag
user4 so proud of you, y/n!
mclaren congratulations, y/n, next podium is for you 🍾
yninsta thank you, admin
yninsta thank you, baby
oscarpiastri i am so proud of you, darling
loganseargant i cannot believe i have a friend with a bachelors degree…
yninsta better believe it, american boy
user4 do u even know what a bachelors degree is..?
user5 american slander, we love it
alex_albon we are all proud, y/n
user6 we really are
yninsta thank you all so much, i love you guys so much
georgerussel63 oh no, she’s getting sentimental, let’s stop here guys
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Requesting more dom!peter 😮‍💨🥵
𝗔/N: Your request is my command! (especially since I've been searching for more dom!Peter fics myself and have been failing so I might as well do it my damn self!) Also, yeah, it's been a damn long time lmao. I planned to finish up and release this like 4 months ago. Then a whole bunch of bad shit happened and I kinda gave up on writing for a little bit (outside of school cause I need that damn Bachelor's degree) BUT I've slowly started reading again and that bled into me opening up my drafts and finding this and spending some time with it. If you couldn't tell I had a shit ton of fun with this one...so feel free to check my newly updated Masterlist and request guidelines and send me more requests! The more I get, the more I'm gonna force myself to actually write them. (If you already sent one just know I’m working on it I promise)
𝗔𝗹𝗹 𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝗺!𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿
(heavily inspired by the song with the same title by Adele.) It came up in my shuffle and when I started listening to the lyrics it was just too perfect.
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he's so fucking pretty aghhhh (gif not mine)
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Tasm!Peter Parker x Vigilante!Fem reader
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5.6k+ (This is my big comeback so I might as well feed yall)
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: You and Peter have been broken up for about 3 years, but when an impromptu visit to your apartment takes a turn...that may no longer be the case...
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 (𝟭𝟴+ 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗡𝗜): SMUT!, lil bit of angst at the end (ex to lovers so ofc), minimal use of y/n, P*rn-with-plot, Reader and Peter are FERAL for each other because of their powers (enhanced senses and all that), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap your willy before you fuck her silly), a lil possessive Peter, oral (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, Peter using his webs to restrain reader (pre-consented ofc), dom!Peter, sub!Reader (bratty at first tho), pet names (sweetheart, baby, pretty girl, angel), choking, rough sex, brief spanking, other positions, creampie, etc...
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The remaining sunlight of the evening bled through your wide studio apartment windows as you finished folding what was left of your newly washed laundry. The plan for the rest of the evening was simple;
Drink two bottles of wine (knowing that your enhanced metabolism would sober the effects), catch up on a few missing assignments to keep your NYU professors off your ass, then jump into your suit and go patrolling.
It was a familiar routine.
Or at least, it had been...since he left.
Your relationship with him ended during your first year of college. To say it hurt like hell would be an immense understatement.
What hurt the most was the fact that you both gave everything you had to make it work...but long distance can be a bitch.
On that warm Saturday night in May, your ex-boyfriend received a call informing him that he had been accepted into a very prestigious engineering program (with a full-ride scholarship attached) all the way in California.
You applied for the very same program, so you knew just how big of an opportunity it would be. And, in good faith, you pushed him to take the offer.
You both insisted, "we'll make it work," and "we'll video chat and text every day. It'll be fine!"
What a load of horseshit.
It took 6 months for you to both arrive at the conclusion that you couldn't juggle your individual academic loads, your nighttime hero personas, AND a long-distance relationship all at the same time. A three-hour time difference didn't help matters either.
It took a while, but you eventually moved on. You kept your grades up, went on a few dates here and there, and even managed to convince yourself that you were doing fine without him.
Until...
*knock knock knock*
Your head peeked out from the fridge to look where you heard the strong yet hesitant knocks on your front door.
Only a handful of people knew where you lived and you weren't expecting to see any of them today.
Assuming it would be a postal worker or someone along those lines, you swung open the door with a polite smile.
"Hi-"
You felt your voice die in your throat as you locked eyes with the deep brown ones you hadn't seen in three years.
"Peter," his name fell from your lips, barely audible.
"Hi, Y/N," he replied with that awkward grin you knew all too well.
His hair was shorter than the last time you saw him, but from the tight fit of his jacket, you could see that was about the only thing about him that shrunk.
You wanted to actually hit yourself in the head for actually imagining yourself doing many things to his large...meaty...biceps- NO, no, no, no get a grip! a voice of logic sounded in your mind.
You hadn't realized how long you stood there silently sizing him up until he spoke again. "Can I...uh...come in, maybe?"
"Umm...sure," you nervously answered, finally taking note of the small cardboard box he was holding.
As you stepped aside to allow him entrance into your apartment, his familiar scent invaded your sensitive senses.
"Oh God," you muttered under your breath, knowing that he heard you, yet unaware that your scent had basically the same effect on him as well.
"You alright?" he turned and asked you in concern trying to hide the tightening of his jeans with the box he brought.
You nodded way too fast, promptly putting some distance between yourself and him. He hadn't been there for longer than 5 seconds and he was already having an effect on you.
"How've you been?" he questioned you, scratching his neck and actively avoiding eye contact. Unbeknownst to you, he was currently repeating every physics law he could remember in his mind to try to quell his growing erection.
It wasn't working very well.
"I've been fine. You?" you quickly spoke, slightly out of breath.
"I-uh-I'm alright," he shook his head with a tight-lipped smile.
He soon found himself just looking at you. It wasn't a blank stare, no, it was the sort of intense look you unintentionally gave someone when trying to commit every single feature to memory as if you weren't certain when you'd get another chance to.
It was a habit of his you noticed a lot when you were dating. And just as it did back then, it sent chills running rampant down your spine. Not to mention your nipples growing obviously hard behind your large shirt with no bra to hide it.
Peter noticed it immediately and fought back a smile, which you glimpsed.
"Why are you here, Peter?" you decided to get down to business before your body betrays you any further.
The brunette let the question hang in the air for a few seconds before actually coming up with an answer. "I wanted to drop these off," he placed the small box on your kitchen counter.
Your eyes immediately narrowed. "You could have mailed it. Or you could've just dropped it at the door and then left. So why are you really here Peter?" you would have felt worse about your tone if you weren't so bothered.
Why the hell did he feel the need to suddenly show up and make you start feeling things you swore you wouldn't feel for him again?
Peter took a deep breath. "Aunt May called me last week. She's not doing too good. So, I came back to help take care of her."
You felt your stomach sink at his words. While you both dated, May grew to be like a second mother to you. You had no idea she was sick.
"Oh shit Peter-I'm so sorry," you crossed the room to engulf him in a hug, despite your initial reaction to his visit.
Peter immediately accepted your hug and found the anxiety in his body dissipating soon after. Your hugs tended to have that effect on him.
He couldn't stop himself from deeply inhaling and drawing in your hair's familiar scent when he wrapped his hands around your clothed waist.
A few seconds passed before you released each other, with you also savoring the feel of his body against you and the way how your skin lit up with goosebumps though there was a thin layer of clothing separating his hands from you.
"I was just cleaning up my old room at May's and I found some of your stuff so I figured I'd drop by and..."
You nodded in understanding and walked over to where he placed the box.
It was mostly filled with old t-shirts, tools, and gadgets from days when you would sleep over at Peter's or stop by to help each other with school projects.
"Thanks," you sent him a smile as you closed the box.
Your smile warmed Peter's heart. It was actually his second favorite thing about you, after your hugs of course. "Yeah, you're welcome," he smiled back, running his hand through his hair. It was a mess by now, but you still wanted to run your hands through it…or maybe even pull on it-
"Sorting through some of this stuff made me realize how much I...missed you," he said, his tone growing more assured.
Thankfully, you were still facing away from him, not giving him the chance to catch the pained expression that briefly crossed your face.
But you could feel him slowly approaching your frozen figure and found your body silently reacting in ways it shouldn't be, yet again. "Do you miss me?" he asked, his voice heavy.
You held back the urge to scream "Yes!" because admitting that out loud would be taking 3 steps backward.
Admitting that you missed him would be undoing all the work and tears you put into moving on from him and the hopes and dreams you had for a life with him.
Admitting that you missed him would mean giving in to the part of you that thought back to your most intimate moments with him when you touched yourself.
And admitting that you missed him would mean letting him back into the four-cornered box you had locked yourself in for the past 3 years.
But, with every step closer that he took, your resolve disappeared that much faster.
"You okay?" he called for your attention.
Your sharp intake of oxygen brought a tense silence over the room when you turned to face him and realized that he stood close enough for your lips to nearly brush his.
"Peter, I-" you tried to form words, but then you saw his lust-filled brown eyes lower to your lips.
And that was all it took for the last of your self-control to disappear.
"Damn it," you mumbled once you realized what was about to happen.
Before Peter could question your outburst, you found yourself latching onto his jacket lapels and pulling him down to meet your lips.
It took mere milliseconds for Peter to react. After all, he had been thinking about doing this since you swung open the door and looked up at him with those eyes of yours.
His large calloused hands took hold of the sides of your face as you clashed in a heap of teeth and tongue. It was desperate and feverish but it was perfect.
It was a language only you and Peter seemed to master, even now after three years apart.
Your lips moved swiftly against his, eager to taste more and more of him with each passing second. You felt him press his growing bulge flush against you, causing a pathetic whine to involuntarily tumble from your lips and a smirk to find its way onto his.
"I did miss you," you softly spoke, "but we can't do this Peter," the logical part of your brain made an appearance, though you kept peppering his lips with kisses.
As his lips moved to your neck, Peter's hands slid down to your ass where he effortlessly lifted your legs off the ground and up around his waist. The feeling of his hands against the bare skin of your thighs garnered yet another moan from you.
"You don't sound so sure angel," you felt him smirk against your heated skin.
You hadn’t heard that nickname in years yet it sent small chills down your spine for the second time that night.
A mumbled curse slipped your lips when he nipped a particular spot below your ear. That was definitely gonna leave a mark.
You soon gathered the strength to pull Peter's hungry lips away from your body, swinging your arms around his neck to hold yourself up.
"We can’t go back from this, you know that right?" you spoke, the both of you panting from the effects of the last minute.
"I don't wanna go back," Peter shook his head, "I wanna fuck you, right here, right now," his lips immediately found yours before his words could fully resonate.
This caught you by surprise which allowed Peter to slip his tongue between your lips.
As his taste continued to flood your senses, you felt yourself grow alarmingly wet.
Peter knew it too because he slowly pulled back and smirked down at you. "I could smell you from the moment I walked in here. Glad to see three years hasn't changed the way your body reacts to me, angel," he accompanied his words with a quick slap to your ass.
His slap and the familiar pet name left you a moaning mess. Just like he knew it would.
A lovely laugh left Peter's mouth before his lips met yours again.
He walked your entangled bodies over to the kitchen counter without breaking the sloppy kiss.
Peter used one hand to blindly clear the counter and place you on it, which sent your box of things flying toward the floor.
Not that either of you cared.
"Too much clothes," you were barely able to say in between kisses.
You followed up by shoving Peter's jacket off his shoulders which fell to your hardwood floors with a thud. He immediately got the message and got rid of his t-shirt as well.
A shameless whimper left your lips at the sight of his very toned muscles. You easily maneuvered Peter's body closer to you and began kissing and sucking his neck and every other available inch of skin just as you had pictured earlier, making sure to leave a few purple bruises in your wake.
“You’re killing me here baby,” Peter harshly swallowed, his eyes sliding closed as you continued to have your way with his chest.
"Wouldn't be a terrible way to die though, right?" you mumbled between lovebites and licks. You felt like an animal in heat but you just couldn't get enough of him, the occasional flex of his muscles with each slither of your tongue and his deep groans only egging you on more.
The taste of his skin alone could've made you cum easily.
But the same could be said for Peter as the feel of your tongue slithering all along his chest had him practically creaming his pants then and there.
Fucking enhanced senses, he cursed inwardly.
“Alright, ease up pretty girl,” he reluctantly grabbed your head, detaching your swollen lips from his body.
“Your turn,” he tugged at the hem of your top.
You quickly pulled off the oversized t-shirt you were wearing to reveal your bare top half to him.
He spared no time in cupping your breasts with his eager hands. "Fuck, I missed you so much," he mumbled.
"Me, or my boobs?" you jokingly raised a brow at him.
"Definitely both," he grinned, bringing his mouth down to your tits.
As his tongue made contact with the soft mounds, you loudly moaned and wrapped your fingers in his unruly tangle of hair.
He switched between nipping and sucking on your nipples, in the way he knew you liked, while his free hand pinched and squeezed the other.
"Just like that Peter fuck-" hearing his name fall from your lips drove Peter insane.
His tongue flicked your sensitive nipples harder, and his eager sucking pleased you to no end.
Peter eventually pried himself away from your supple breasts, remembering the other parts of you he wanted to worship, and brought his hands to rest on the sides of your head. Your lips connected once more in a delicate kiss.
Though you knew what lay ahead for the evening, you were both perfectly content with each other's lips at the moment, just enjoying the constant waves of pleasure from the intimate contact.
But it wasn't long before the kiss grew heated and you tried to take control. Peter, however, wasn't giving you a chance.
"I leave for three years and you think you're hot shit, huh," he smirked.
"Why don't you ask the guy I fucked on this counter last week," you retorted, knowingly riling him up.
"Don't say shit like that, it's not funny," he nearly growled as his grip on your ass grew more forceful.
You secured your grip on his hair before pressing a small kiss on the side of his lips. "Gimme a reason to shut up then," you challenged him.
“Trust me, I will,” Peter grabbed your hands from his hair and forced them to your sides. His movements were swift as he laid you flat on your counter and ripped your thong off your body.
There he is, you smiled to yourself. This is the Peter you wanted to fucking ruin you.
You felt his face ghost your drenched opening as he deeply inhaled your scent. "You smell fucking delicious baby," he praised you, his mouth actually watering at the thought of tasting you.
A genuine smile found its way onto your face but morphed into a gasp when Peter teasingly ran his tongue up your sensitive slit.
"You taste even better," he added, using his strong arms to bring your thighs closer to his head. He wanted to tease you but it was getting harder to resist the urge to dive right into your heat like a man starved.
"Holy shit," you all but screamed as he briefly nipped at your swollen clit before sucking on it to soothe the sting.
His grip on your thighs combined with the ministrations of his tongue was pure bliss.
You attempted to slip your hands in his hair once more, but found that they were suddenly held in place against your counter by two of his webs.
Your eyes briefly widened at the feel of the rough, sticky material against your wrists, not having felt it in a few years. Back then, you expressed to Peter your desire to engage in some bondage, but being the daughter of a super soldier, it was clear that no rope or wire would be able to hold you. Peter's webs became the next best choice.
"That's not fair," you pouted, though it melded into a moan as Peter continued to suck and lick between your glistening folds.
The sounds of Peter devouring you resounded through the small apartment.
"I'm close Pete," you whined, your chest heaving in arousal.
Peter decided to focus his tongue on your eager bundle of nerves while he slowly inserted two fingers into your pussy. He instantly curled the digits causing you to briefly squirm at the sudden pressure against your G-spot.
"More," you begged, and Peter delivered, adding another finger inside of you. He immediately sped up his motion inside of you, making sure his fingers gauged that spongy spot to drive you over the edge with each thrust inside of you.
“That feels so fucking good, Peter, oh my God," you loudly moaned at the feeling of his fingers inside of you, calling forth an orgasm with no warning.
You repeatedly bucked against Peter's face as you came, white-hot pleasure filling your veins. Peter locked onto your stare, still skillfully working his fingers in and out of you, loving the way you constantly clenched around his fingers.
"Jesus fucking Christ," your legs jerked when Peter dove in and drank every ounce of slick you had to give while still fucking you with his fingers.
With his face now damp of your juices, Peter looked up to meet your blissed-out eyes. "Gimme one more, angel," he placed a soft kiss on your thighs, "I know you can do it for me."
You would do anything to keep Peter's mouth between your legs.
So, you eagerly nodded in response before taking a deep breath in preparation for another onslaught.
You didn't have to wait long.
Peter’s tongue went to work on your glistening hole while his fingers fiddled with your overstimulated clit. And, within minutes, your thighs were trapping Peter's head as an even bigger orgasm rocked you again, the borderline pornographic sounds leaving your lips shooting straight to his hardened cock.
Peter seemed perfectly fine with staying between your legs all night, but you had other plans.
"Pete, I need you inside me," you begged, tears of pleasure leaking from your eyes.
He rose from beneath you and climbed up to free your hands from his webs. "I know, baby, I know," he softly replied, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips and using his hands to soothe your reddened wrists. Your own taste on his tongue flooded your senses which made you even more desperate.
Peter obliged, slipping out of his sweatpants and sliding his girth between your folds. He used one hand to hold himself up above you on the counter, and the other to slowly guide his dick into you.
You both shared a long moan as he buried himself to the hilt inside your pussy, your wetness making it way too easy.
He held still for a few seconds, waiting for you to adjust and give the all clear for him to move.
Eagerness guided your words. “Fuck me, please.”
Peter set a brutal pace, knowing you were more than capable of handling it. Satisfied cries left your chest as you dragged your nails along Peter’s back, hard enough to leave trails.
“You can take it, pretty girl, I know you can,” he groaned as he continued to pound into you, trying desperately not to blow his load with the way you were constantly clenching around him and marking his back.
You tried to reply, but all that you could form were sloppy moans and broken syllables.
“Oh look at you, drunk on my cock already?” he teased with a particularly hard slam that prodded your cervix, “I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
Pleasure-filled cries mingled with words continued to fall from your lips as Peter gently moved a few fallen strands of hair behind your ear with a hand. "-feels so fucking perfect," you muttered, your lips curved into a drunken smile.
Peter reached down and pinched one of your nipples, gaining a loud whimper from you. “I love hearing you make those pretty sounds for me baby,” his strokes grew harder and deeper.
“All for you, Pete, all for you,” you panted as he fucked into you, the delicious smell and sound of sex lingering in the air.
Peter used a hand to wrap around your throat before using the other to reach down and fiddle with your aching clit.
The combination of Peter’s dick hitting that perfect spot, his fingers massaging your clit, and the lack of air from his hand around your neck was making you dizzy and overstimulated.
You fucking loved it.
“God, I missed you,” you spoke breathlessly.
He moved closer to kiss you briefly and tenderly. “I missed you too, baby.”
No amount of time could take away his knowledge on how to please you, how to get you like this with ease, not when you were all he thought about for years on end.
Peter pressed a quick kiss to your forehead then continued to fuck you on your kitchen counter.
"I'm gonna cum again baby, right fucking there," you moaned out.
Peter's grip on your neck grew tighter. "Not yet, don't you cum until I tell you to sweetheart," he commanded you, removing his fingers from your clit.
A frustrated groan rumbled in your chest as you forced yourself to sustain your orgasm.
"Don't pout," he smirked.
And before you could realize it, Peter had pulled out of you and effortlessly flipped you onto your stomach.
A hand soon gripped your hair, yanking you up against his chest and eliciting a pitiful whine from you.
"Tell me what you want,” Peter commanded, using his free hand to strike your ass. Hard.
You whimpered again at the sting of his slap. “I need you inside me. Please,” you pleaded.
He seized your hair harsher and leaned forward for his lips to graze against your ears. “Beg.”
A small whine left your lips at his words. You were so desperate you didn’t even care how embarrassing this would be in retrospect. “I need to cum, Peter. Please baby you're the only one who can make me cum.”
Peter pressed a kiss to your neck, nearly causing you to lose your footing. And he soon complied by ramming himself back into you.
“Oh my Fuck-“ you cried before biting your lip, suddenly aware that you had neighbors.
But Peter pulled his cock from your heat, with just the tip remaining, before roughly slamming into you, his hips slamming against your ass with the motion. “Come on, lemme hear you angel.”
He repeated the action, knocking the air out of your chest, “Peter!” your hands gripped the sides of your counter with such force you were sure you felt it crack under your grasp.
Peter caught wind of this and freed your hair before using his hands to pull your hands behind your back. "You're so perfect baby," he mumbled in your ear, continuing to brutally fuck you from behind, "So fucking beautiful with my cock inside you."
"I can't hold it anymore," you cried, "I need to cum, Peter, please."
With that whiny tone and those overstimulated tears to top it off, Peter couldn't deny you any longer. "Let it all out for me sweetheart. Cum for me," he littered your shoulders with kisses.
Your eyes slammed shut as your walls contracted around his cock, pleasure shooting through you and rocking you on a seemingly cellular level. Your mouth opened in a silent moan, unable to form a sound from the satisfied tremors attacking your nerves. The intensity of your finish is one only brought on when Peter fucked you and it was damn near cosmic.
"Shit," you groaned in relief, your long-awaited climax passing.
Peter slowed his movements inside of you and released your hands. "You did so good for me angel," he pushed your hair aside and kissed your neck, trying to stave off his own orgasm for a little while longer.
Aftershocks rocked your body while Peter continued sporadically moving inside of you, yet you couldn't get enough. Your body was more than ready to keep taking whatever he dished out.
Peter didn't need to read your mind to see that, but he needed to make sure. His lips kept up their onslaught on your neck as he softly spoke, "You wanna keep going?"
"Hell yes," you panted with a grin that he couldn't fully see, "You still haven't cum yet, and my bed is still fully made."
Happy with your response, Peter gave your ass a sharp smack. "That's my girl."
He pulled out of you and turned your body to face him, smiling at the sight of your fucked out face. "Three orgasms and a handful of tears later and you're still the most beautiful girl in the world," he held you by the sides of your face.
His words left you reeling, causing a slight blush to dust your cheeks and butterflies to swirl within your stomach.
Before you could form a response, Peter leaned down to kiss you. He soon hoisted up your legs around his waist, preparing to escort you to your bed as per your own demands.
As he looked around for the bed's location, you took advantage of his momentary distraction and latched your lips onto his neck, reapplying the bruises you left there that were slowly fading already.
Peter was the happiest man on earth as he walked over to your bed, his cock prodding your soaked entrance, and your lips ravaging his neck.
He carefully sat on the edge of your bed, with you now on his lap and your legs still around him. You expected him to ease his length back into you but he slowly brought your head down to meet his intense stare.
You carefully wrapped your hands around his shoulders to keep yourself up, the silence in the room growing deafening.
You could tell from his eyes that he desperately wanted to say something, and you wondered if it was the same thing you had been considering as well.
But you were both aware of what saying those words would mean for your broken relationship and simply settled for smiles instead.
Peter brought a hand up to lay your forehead against his, allowing your breathing to momentarily sync.
"You ready for me?" he questioned you with a hand at the nape of your neck to hold your head against his.
You immediately nodded in response causing his own head to shake in time with yours. A small laugh was shared between you both as your nose continued to brush his own.
"You're adorable," you said before you could stop yourself.
That stupid full-toothed grin that you hadn't seen in a while soon spread across his beautiful face at your words, gaining another laugh from you.
"Last round?” you eventually pleaded with a smile.
"Anything for you," Peter replied, meaning it in every way. Adoration littered his stare as he slowly lowered you onto his length.
A satisfied mewl slipped your lips at the familiar feel of him.
The slow drag of his cock in and out of you, while he rocked your hips back and forth to grind on him, had your bottom lip sucked between your teeth with eyes closed and head thrown back in pleasure.
But Peter wanted to see it all. He wrapped a hand around your neck and forced you to meet his dilated eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
His soft yet stern tone caused you to swallow back a moan as you continued to move on his girth.
He then slapped your ass with his free hand, silently urging you to move faster.
You leaned down and quickly kissed his lips before happily obliging, now beginning to bounce in his lap, chasing your next climax.
“There you go angel, just like that,” Peter’s stare never wavered.
Peter furiously fucked up into you, your moans and the constant smack of skin on skin filling the apartment.
His other hand which never left your throat now squeezed it harder. “Fuck!” You were barely able to moan out as your breasts bounced with your every move.
“Shit, you’re gripping me like a vice,” Peter groaned, his crude pace never faltering though his orgasm was closer than ever.
Your bed creaked under the onslaught of your bodies, but neither of you payed it any attention only having one goal in mind.
“One more time,” Peter planted his feet on the ground to get a better angle, "Need you to cum on my cock one more time."
But from the broken pacing of his hips to the strong furrow of his brow, you could tell he was close too. “Together?” You breathlessly suggested, grasping the nape of his neck with your hands.
Peter nodded in agreement before engulfing your chest and back with his arms, pulling you closer to his body.
Your breaths mingled, eyes focused on nothing except each other as his grip on your upper body allowed him to help you ride him even faster.
"Yes, Pete, oh my God-" pleas, curses, and moans tumbled from your lips as your skin buzzed at your incoming release.
"There you go, cum for me," Peter's voice grew strangled as his hips stuttered below you.
"Fuck," you wailed, your finish hitting you like a freight train and your pussy leaking into Peter's length.
The intense clench of your walls around him was all it took for Peter to explode with a groan, his pace faltering with that final pump.
"Holy shit baby," he panted, his cum painting your walls in spurts.
His firm hold on your body brought you collapsing on your bed together, satisfied and smiling.
And, for what felt like hours, you lay there in his arms. But of course, your thoughts began to run rampant.
Peter could damn near hear your thoughts spiraling.
"I don't regret this," he suddenly broke the silence you had elapsed into, "Do you?"
"Peter I-...I don't know," you freed yourself from his hold and sat up to look at him.
His brows furrowed at your response, hurt briefly flashing across his features.
"I loved you," you spoke, "I loved you more than anything."
"I know. I loved you too," Peter nodded with a small smile.
"And I will never blame you for leaving. Ever," you slipped a hand in his own and squeezed briefly.
"But?"
Your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall. "What happened to us, it damn near destroyed me, Peter. And it took so so long to put myself back together."
Peter swallowed harshly at your words.
"And then here you come, waltzing in here, fucking my brains out and making me feel things," you lowered your head, looking away from him.
You heard Peter move closer to you before feeling him lift your chin to face him again. His expression wasn't as disappointed as you'd expected, just confused. "Spit it out. I know you're holding something back."
"Why'd you come back here and-and do all this? Reminding me of what we had when you know you're gonna be gone again in the next few weeks?" you felt your voice shrink to a broken whisper.
Peter used his thumb to wipe away a lone tear that fell from your eye, his previously puzzled look now morphing into a smirk. There was obviously something he wasn't telling you.
You sniffled and lightly hit Peter's shoulder. "Well, now it's your turn bug face, spit out whatever you're hiding!"
You received no answer other than Peter leaning forward and pressing a deep kiss against your lips. You eagerly accepted and returned the spontaneous action but were left even more confused when he pulled away.
"That wasn't an answer," you arched a brow at Peter.
"I'm not going anywhere," he smiled.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I'm moving back to New York, or already moved, technically," he began to explain.
Your mouth opened and closed in shock as your brain fumbled for a response and came up inconclusive.
"I'm gonna finish out the school year online and stay here to take care of Aunt May. I mean it, baby, I'm not going anywhere," he grinned, watching tears of joy fall from your eyes.
"This better not be some sick fucking joke Peter, I swear to God," you pointed a finger at him accusingly.
"Can you shut up and just come here?"
You couldn't help but laugh as you obliged and grabbed Peter's neck before pulling him in for another kiss, your face still wet from tears and a smile almost permanently etched onto your face.
You pulled away but sank into his open arms. You relished how securely he held you. "I'm so happy," you said aloud, truly meaning it for the first time in a long time, though it was only meant to be an inner thought.
Peter kissed your forehead and looked down to meet your eyes, "I'll never stop making you happy, Y/N."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
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✦ : ❝ 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐨 !
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꒰synopsis—wc꒱ in which you're dear to him. 415 words.
꒰warnings꒱ reader is a professor of the armed archeologists, self-indulgent fluff.
꒰adi moment꒱ honestly felt like that one stock image of the person breaking their chains while i was writing this—thank you dr. ratio for helping me actually break through my writer's block! ♡ anyway, hope you enjoy! ໒꒰ྀི ˆ ˘ ˆ꒱ྀི১
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Despite the assumptions that one might make upon learning of your relationship with the self-declared "Mundanite," let it be known that Veritas Ratio is not a subtle lover. Far from it, really, at least when you get to know him.
And, for both better and worse, there doesn't exist another being within the universe that knows him just as intimately as you.
Undeniably arrogant, yet painstakingly obvious. Sharp-witted, with seemingly no care for the feelings of those around him, yet, in his own way, surprisingly caring of those plagued with misfortune. He says what he means and means what he says, if only because he cannot bear the inefficacy of beating around the bush, yet it means little when most find themselves in desperate need of a dictionary while attempting to converse with him.
It's contradictory, to say the least. Hypocritical, even, given just how misaligned these traits are. But such is the nature of the man you call yours, a decision that elicits both confusion and envy from students and staff alike.
Admittingly, however, it's rather difficult to bring yourself to care.
You can't, really, as the depths of his adoration become increasingly transparent over the course of your unlikely romance. As the walls he'd devotedly built come crashing down before your bright eyes, alabaster head all but abandoned as he embraces your presence, almost akin to a flower that turns to embrace the Sun's warmth.
No, you can't when he rushes to seek you out the moment his classes come to an end, muscular arms wrapped firmly around your waist as while you grade exams, chin resting atop your shoulder as he scolds the never-ending idiocy of his students. When he comes to dub you as his third panacea, mind and soul wholly entranced by your love, leaving him uncharacteristically tense whenever you're called away for an expedition.
Because it's practically impossible to care when you visit his home after returning, chatting with the man while he works on his latest sculpture only to find that its features come to resemble your own as the evening progresses. When he awakens the next morning, long before dawn, carefully untangling your bodies as he prepares to depart for his daily workout.
When, right before leaving, he presses a chaste kiss to your temple, half-asleep mind barely cognizant enough to understand the words he whispers against your skin.
"Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα."
... He's not subtle. Not at all. ♡
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꒰𝟏.꒱ "Σημαίνεις τόσα πολλά για μένα." — "You mean so much to me."
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Could I request Idia, Malleus, Rook, Azul, Jade, and Floyd reaction when mc/Yuu turns into a goose? I was thinking something like mc/Yuu turned into a goose from a potion class accident, and they act like the goose from Untitled Goose Game, but cuddlier. Like they are still a little menace, but also want to be pet and cuddled.
If you don’t want to do this request I completely understand as it is a bit odd. I hope you have a great day/night!
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When MC get turned into a GOOSE?!!
With : idia, malleus, rook, Azul, jade and floyd
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PT.1: idia, malleus, and rook
PT.2: azul, Jade, and Floyd (coming soon)
‼️⚠️ : gender-neutral MC/reader, swearing on the idia part, not proofread yet, maybe bad grammar( English r, not my 1st language guys)
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IDIA SHROUD !!
" HOUSEWARDEN THERE IS A GOOSE IN OUR DORMS, PLEASE HELP " one of the ignihyde students shouted and banging on idia door
Idia sighed at the absurd information that he was given why in the world there is a goose inside this highly protected dorm campus...
" hey, tell ortho about the problem, he will fix it faster than I do." he told the student.
" AGRH!! IDIA HOUSEWARDEN HELP ME THE GEESE ARE STOMPING ON ME!!" the ignihyde student desperately shouted.
What the fuck.
He was to open the door but suddenly without wearing the goose were charging into the door and accidentally hitting his feet instead....
" GAHHH!!" idia screamed "Ugh... Ortho there is a goose in here..." The goose stood In front of him with a somehow worried face looking at Idia who was holding at his feet because of the pain...
" huh, eh why did you have that...?"
" HONK " the goose quacks in a somehow desperate tone..
" could it be... (name)-SHI???"
" EH AIN'T NO WAY RIGHT HUH??" he hold the geese holding it while maintaining eye contact with it.
'You have a new massage from Ace!!' his computer notify
" read it " he commands the computer
'Ace chats you "Idia-senpai, did you see (name) i- uh I mean DEUCE accidentally turned them into a goose on the potion class... Please return them so Professor Crewel could turn them back!!" end of the massage'
He look at you with with wide eyes....
" uh... So you're (name)-shi?" he asked
" Honk....."
" ah- I see... Uh " he puts you down
"Sorry... So why are you here? Oh wait you cannot speak... " he got up from the floor and started to search for something in his drawers.
The "Ah here it is, here (name)-shi use this" he equipped the device into you
" Now you can speak " he smiled and sat in front of you
" a a a.. Test test, IDIA!! " you scream at him
" HUH YES- did I do something wrong???!!" he mildly panicked
" LOOK THAT STUDENT YOU NEED TO GET ORTHO AND TAKE HIM TO THE INFRAMARY!! "
Idia gasped...oh I forgot about HIM
"ORTHO ORTHO FAST COME INTO MY ROOM INJURED PEOPLE INJURED STUDENT"
After that ortho takes the injured student to the infirmary and you guys are having a good time together before turning you back into a human with Professor Crewel's assistance...
"Idia, don't tell anyone that I'm the one who stomps on that person..."
" yes.... Of course" he sought
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MALLEUS DRACONIA !!
It was a normal night, he was about to visit the ramshackle dorms and have a small talk with you... And there he saw it
In front of a ramshackle dorm...
A goose? He asked to himself
No, not a goose it's child of man... Oh poor you how could this happen to you? He approaches you
"( name ) how could this happen?" he asked
You try to explain but only quack quack comes out from your goose mouth
" oh I see...so that happens, that we're a quite big mistake to happen in a potions class...how embarrassing of them..." he voiced his opinion with quite an angry tone
'Honk honk' you react
" of course, I do understand you child of man, what kind of magician do you think I'm?" he says with his iconic smirk
' honk...'
He picked you up carefully holding you close to him gah!! You can smell his perfume!!
' HONK ' you protest
" calm down I'm trying to find out what kind of potion they accidentally used to turn you like this.." he explains to you calmly
" HONK HOnk" you continued to protest while he were smirking turning the geese upside down spinning left and right
'oh, this is a simple potion spell, I can easily break it...but it would be a waste... If I turn them right away right?' he thought to himself
'Ho..nk HONK'
"Why am I smiling? Did I find something funny? No no child of man that was not the case" he chuckled and held you closer
' Honk....'
" I'm not lying, this potion that you are in right now is kinda hard to break I need some time to get to know it better...." he explains
' honk.....'
" oh don't be sad, I'll break it as soon as possible. Why don't we get inside I didn't want you to catch a cold" he smirked and hugged you inside
" I love you so much child of man"
It seems that Malleus had such a wonderful and memorable evening tonight with you <3
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ROOK HUNT !!
Oh dear, what is this mess... He was trying to get into his science club room and he saw a bubble coming up the door.....
He sighed, he just wanted to have a small experiment with you in the room but he might have to wait for another day according to how the looks of the room you guys going to have....
" aa~ what a waste me and my dear going to have a small experiment on here, what happen here Rose Chevalier? " he asked Trey with a disappointed manner
"HOMK" you try to hug him out of fright
" gah! a goose? " he embraces you
"HONK HONK HONK!!" you try to explain to him
" ah... Our junior got into a potion problem and (name) accidentally got into the mess. And uh- how can I say it... And get turn into a goose "Trey let out while rubbing his neck
"oh! (name) my dear how miserable...." he hugged you closer and buried his face into your feather dropping 1 streak of tears...
' ho.....'
" I'll turn you back okay! I promised my dear..." he raised his head and looked you in the eyes with a determined tone!
'honk honk!'
"we're not going to miss our date together I promise, now let's get started. I'll make the cure my dear don't worry!!"
After that, he makes you the cure and you guys are having a great date exploring the island together with him. Huh? What happens to the club junior who accidentally potions you? Uh... You might didn't want to know about that
Haha...ha
I mean because of them you and Rook failed to get a cute lab date, ain't no way rook going to let them go so easily.....
lets just
pray for them...
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A/N: sorry for not posting for a while the exams are coming up lol, and I'm going to make separate parts for the Octatrio (which will be uploaded in 2-3 days) this fic is really fun to make tbh
A/n PT.2 : www I sorry I thought goose quack but apparently they honk... Please tell me if I wrote it wrong once again 😭😭😭
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Secret Smokes (Part 12)
Pairing: Teacher! Remus Lupin x Reader
Series Summary: When the reader bumps into the new DADA professor on the bridge in Hogwarts she begins to build a friendship with him all thanks to their shared feeling of not belonging and love for muggle cigarettes. Their friendship blooms while they both fight internal battles deciding what is wrong and what is right leading to a lot of fluff, angst, flirting and a rollercoaster of emotions.
Warnings: Swearing, smoking, drinking, teacher-student relationship, angst, jealousy, fluff, smut.
Word Count: 3190
A/N: Thank you to everyone who's still reading and leaving lovely comments every time, you are literally my motivation and fuel to keep posting I truly love you all
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Remus's office had become your private safe space, you would go there as often as possible without raising suspicions that you weren't in your dorm. You wouldn't sleep there most night but you would sit and listen to music, chat and cuddle before reluctantly walking back to sleep in your own bed. It felt like everything was moving fast but at the same time the only thing that had changed since before Christmas was now you were allowed to cuddle, kiss and speak honestly about how you feel.
Lessons were interesting as you and Remus tried your hardest to avoid suspicions but sometimes you would get lost in each others eyes especially the days after you had just slept together and woken up next to each other. Your tutoring lessons became a lot more flirty as it was just the two of you, Remus started locking the door during them just in case. You still learnt a lot but he would often kiss your neck as he stood behind you helping to guide your hand to preform a spell correctly.
While approaching the first full moon of the year you noticed Remus became more possessive over you. It showed up in small things like telling off Sebastian when he got too touchy in Remus's classes, but he also became more protective, he would walk you back to your dorm at night just in case and he would make you tea and make sure you ate properly. It was as if Remus's emotions were dialled up. Sometime he would bite you when he kissed you, this would become a lot more common closer to the full moon, he would constantly express how he craved you in the days leading up to the full moon. He was less angsty which lead you to believe he was angsty with you because he was frustrated before over all the emotions he had felt in regards to you. The evening of the full moon you were sitting in his office with him, his body was aching and he was sitting on the sofa in pain as you made him a cup of tea with wolfbane inside to help dull it's bitter taste. You bought it over to him stroking his hair lightly. "Here drink this, the wolfbane is inside."
"I'm so lucky to have you." He said gently through the pain. You could tell he appreciated you taking care of him but also wished he didn't need to be taken care of. "I should probably head to the shrieking shack soon." He said looking at his watch.
"I can walk with you." You offered and he gave you a gentle smile.
"No dear, I don't want you anywhere near that place, besides Sirius will probably be there soon so I'll be in safe hands." He stood up masking the pain with a straight face and went to change into clothes that can get destroyed just in case. You walked with him up to the edge of the castle you couldn't kiss him goodbye as it was too risky so you simply opted for a wave as he gave you a longing look and wave back. You couldn't sleep all night, you just thought about Remus's pain. You could hear howls every so often throughout the night which made you feel somehow comfortable as you knew he was close and he was okay. The next day at lunchtime you went to visit his office to check on him. He slowly opened the door leaning most of his weight on his cane and his face changed from profesional to a look of shock and love as soon as he noticed you. "I bought you some chocolate cake from lunch." You said lifting up the small brown bag in your hand. He opened the door wider letting you in and slowly walked over to his desk, sitting down slowly as his body ached with every move. You noticed he was wearing pyjama trousers and a jumper that was more tattered than his usual choices.
"I really appreciate you thinking of me Y/N, but you didn't have to do this for me." He said ripping open the bag to use it as a plate for the cake. "Would you like some?" He offered to you and you shook your head.
"How was the transformation?" You asked as he picked at the cake.
"I don't remember much of it to be honest, I rarely do, I know I didn't get as scratched up this time, but my muscles ache a lot which usually means I moved around a lot."
"Does your human physique affect your wolf physique?" You asked also picking at his cake.
"I never thought about it that way, I think the muscles are linked in some way, no one really studies us." He admitted with a sad face.
"How's the pain?"
"My energy levels are extremely low, currently my bones and muscles ache so I've been simply reading my book in bed and catching up on sleep."
"Sorry for making you leave your bed,"
"Darling it's my pleasure to spend time with you thank you for remembering about me."
"I'm going to have to get back to my lessons but I'll come check on you in the evening." You explained standing up.
"You know you don't have to it's okay if you're busy, I won't be much fun in my condition." He said beginning to stand up but you quickly stopped him so he wouldn't strain himself too much. You pecked his lips lightly goodbye and let yourself out.
The rest of the day was uneventful, you headed over to visit Remus straight away after dinner, bar of chocolate in hand. He opened the door slowly again, you stood on the other side of the door holding up the chocolate bar, covering your face. You peeked to the side from it and he had a huge warm smile on his face.
"If you bring my gifts every time you should come here more often." He moved to the side and you almost hopped in filled with excitement to see Remus.
"Don't get used to it," you plopped yourself down on the sofa making yourself comfortable as Remus slowly walked over and sat down next to you using his cane for support. "What'cha reading?" You asked picking up the book that was laying besides you.
"You'll be glad to hear it's a muggle book, it's called an inspector calls."
"Oh I know that one it's a play."
"I like it, reading it feels like going to the theatre."
"We should go." You expressed not thinking through what you're saying just speaking.
"That's a wonderful idea, let me know a weekend you may be free or maybe we can do it over the a half term."
"Sounds like our next date is planned." You said going in to kiss him this time.
"Just let me heal first." You hugged him but only lightly as you didn't want to hurt him anywhere he may have scars. You sat down pulling out a book of your own while he grabbed a different one off the shelf. "Are you changing books already?"
"Well if we're going to the theatre I don't want to spoil the ending, plus it was beginning to get a little depressing." He slowly lowered himself to sit beside you.
"So you decided to go for?"
"Secrets of the Darkest Art." He replied.
"Because that's so much more enjoyable." You expressed sarcastically.
"I'm refreshing my memory,  what high brow work of fiction might you be reading?"
"Something intellectual." You stayed flashing him with the book cover of Breakfast at Tiffany's making him laugh. "Don't be so smug."
"It's your turn to change the record." He stated as the music finished.
"How did you know it's going to finish?"
"It's your turn to change it." He simply repeated without lifting his eyes from the page.
"Yeah I'm not changing it, it's your turn old man." You said starring at him and he lifted his eyes to meet your gaze.
"I see how much you care about my health when it really matters." He began to slowly stand up making sounds of pain just to tease you and you immediately stopped him and stood up to change it.
"Well maybe you should invest in a CD player or something that you don't have to flip every five seconds, something with a remote."
"Why? I've got you. Besides have you forgotten about magic dear?" He said and the record player shut nearly snapping your fingers and automatically it began to play. "I prefer the way records sound."
"How do you do it so naturally?"
"Do what?"
"Magic." You stated and he shut his book sitting up to face you. "It doesn't come naturally to me, I barely remember it's there, it feels so foreign to me."
"You need to be open to it, I'll teach you, just let me. Don't be so closed off." He said gently placing his hand on your leg and you nodded. "Promise me?" He pushed and you nodded. "You need to use your words Y/N." He said sending a hot flush to your cheeks.
"I promise." You said and he leaned in to kiss you.
The following weeks you kept your promise, you worked hard to learn everything, Remus pushed you to use magic in the evenings in his office making it all feel more natural to you. It took time but you were beginning to use magic for the small stuff. In his officially tutoring lessons you began to move on to learn your Patronus charm.
It was late in the evening on a Monday when you were still trying to get it right, you were so close the spark was coming out of your wand. "Just focus on a memory that is stronger than any other." Remus who was dripping in sweat almost shouted. It had been hours but you both knew you were so close. You tried again and it was close but it wasn't working. "I don't think I can do it." You said in almost defeat.
"That's okay my dear we can try again tomorrow." He said coming up to kiss you, he moved the hair out your face, put his arms around and leaned down placing a gentle kiss on your lips. "You're doing so well, you just need to find the right moment, try and search deeper." He explained and you lingered on his words, you tried many memories, even the one of your first kiss with him but none worked but that's the moment you thought of the day he took you to the lake to see the light bugs the vulnerability but the love you felt in that moment. "Can I try one last time?" You asked and he nodded letting go of you, his hand letting go of yours last as he was stepping back.
"It's okay if you can't do it today, you still have a lot of time to learn." He comforted you and that's when you tried the new memory. You focused your mind and cast the charm and a blinding light came out in front of you, you saw a wolf begin to run around the room but yours and Remus's faces were in utter joy but then you noticed his turn to confusion as he studied the animal. He looked at you with a new look, one filled with love but laced with a hint of fear as he came up to you, arm open putting them around you and pulling you into his chest. He leaned to kiss you and kept repeating. "I'm so proud of you." Between kisses. That night you didn't go back to your dorm but instead Remus decided it was a special enough occasion to open a new bottle of whiskey.
You left early morning to get back to your dorm, reluctantly peeling yourself out of Lupins arms. You tiptoed down the corridor in the direction of your dorm when you saw Percy. Panic set in. You thought about finding a way to avoid him but there was nothing you could do. "L/N." He said as walked past.
"Percy, to what do I owe the pleasure?" You shot him a forced grin.
"Why are you wandering around the halls this early?"
"I just went for a morning stroll." You averted his gaze.
"In last nights clothes?" He pointed out stepping closer to you, looking down his nose almost like Snape would do.
"Percy, please let it go, this doesn't concern you."
"As your prefect-" he began and you scoffed at him walking past but he quickly followed you. "It concerns me when it involves Lupin." You froze as Percy said the words.
"I don't know what you're talking about." You simply stated as Percy came up to you and leaned in tight.
"I've been watching you. He could get fired overnight with his condition, I don't even need to prove that you two are fucking." He whispered in your ear and you automatically went to slap him in the face and push him away from you.
"You're such a prick you don't deserve to be in Gryffindor." You said pulling out your wand and pointing it at him as he stumbled slightly back and pulled out his. You immediately disarmed him and hit him with a stunner. You kept hitting him until he fell on the ground. "I used to consider you my friend." You said trying not to cry.
He got his wand back and hit you with a stunner of his. "That's when I thought you were a nice girl not one that goes around fucking her professors."
His last word was muffled with a loud shout of  "Enough." And both your wands fell to the ground. You both looked in the direction of Lupin who was running up to you followed by McGonagall. He didn't have any words when he reached you but just stood starring at you with an unreadable look while McGonagall caught up behind him. "Mr Weasley, Miss L/N would either of you like to explain to me why you are duelling in the corridor first thing in the morning?" She began standing next to Lupin.
"We were practicing for our exams." You said without skipping a beat.
"Now however good that is of an excuse that doesn't explain why you are both shouting at each other and doing all this in the middle of the hall. I expected better of you both especially a prefect of my house." She caught your bluff.
"Professor may I speak to you in your office it's a personal matter." Percy said not looking at Lupin.
"Very well. Mr Weasley I will see you this afternoon in my office for detention where you can explain yourself and Miss L/N you will report to Professor Lupins office to serve your detention with him." She stated and then looked at Lupin. "If that is okay with you Remus?" She asked him gently and he nodded not taking his eyes off you.
"That's not detention for her, she likes going to his office," Percy protested.
"Then you will serve your detention with Professor Lupin and Miss L/N will report to me. Any more objections Mr Weasley?" She looked down his glasses at her and he shook his head no. "Okay, as you both were." She said waving her hand to signify letting you both go. You both scurried away, no more words exchanged between you and Percy. You looked back to see Lupin and McGonagall walking away side by side, his hands were in his pockets and he looked as if he was explaining something to her you wandered what it may be.
In the evening you went to see McGonagall, the tension was thick in the room as you entered. Her office was very different to Lupins, it had a similar shape but it was significantly bigger, it felt a lot more wooden and less comfortable but it still felt like it was full of love. Her personality came through in the small rug on the floor and the framed picture all over the wall behind her desk. When she questioned you as to what caused the fight with Percy you were most honest beginning with "You see Professor, Percy likes me as more than a friend and I've rejected his advances many times, I kissed a boy at a party on New Year's Eve and he's been annoyed with me ever since." She nodded to show she's following your story however you could tell she was lost as to how this is relevant. "So he's now in a vendetta to ruin my life because I don't like him." You finished and she nodded.
"How did this lead to you duelling in the hall?" She asked calmly.
"I'll admit something, I didn't go back to my own bed last night, I was heading back in the morning and Percy confronted me, started threatening to get me in trouble, his face was very close to mine like he was about to kiss me or spit on me so I slapped him to get him off me." She simply nodded.
"Miss L/N to me it sounds like things in terms of self defence, however why were you both still fighting when Professor Lupin and I approached."
"He was pissed off-"
"L/N." She warned.
"Sorry, he was annoyed. He kept shouting at me and he was holding his wand and I just thought I should disarm him, it all happened quite fast." You explained.
"I have to say Miss L/N I'm proud to hear you naturally used magic like that. I see Professor Lupins tutoring is very useful, I'm truly proud of the enormous progress you've made this year. After your exams you owe that man champagne." She said her tone was motherly, her last sentence made you smile.
"You are right professor, I owe Professor Lupin a lot for all his help this year." You felt comfort speaking with her about him and also quite excited to speak well of him with someone else.
"I don't know how much you know about him however I remember when he joined Hogwarts he was alike you in your early years, I think that's why you both get so well along."
"What do you mean professor?"
"Well you were both just as cautious and untrusting of magic-"
"He was untrusting of magic?" You questioned finding her words amusing.
"He has been hurt by magic at a young age and it meant he wanted very little to do with our world, it, being at Hogwarts didn't feel natural to him at first."
"I know about his condition." You blurted out.
"Well then he must trust you very much. He's a good man, we're very lucky to have him in the school, he cares a lot and wants to help." She said and you nodded feeling awkward, you didn't know what to say as a yes would be weird. "Anyway I've gotten chatty, I apologise, you're free to go, thank you for your honesty." She said dismissing you.
"Thank you professor and thank you for the chat." You said standing up.
"My pleasure." She had a warm smile as she looked back down at the paperwork in front of her and you left. You felt positive.
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Oh, Darling! | MYG | Four
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Pair: Professor!Yoongi  x Student!Reader 
Summary: Starting your second semester at one of South Korea’s most prestigious universities should be stressful enough. Between juggling classes, good grades and a social life, your plate was full. Hoping to spice up your academic career, you thought it was a good idea to enroll as an assistant for your literature professor, whom you've held a very secret and very forbidden crush on for the past several months. What will happen now that you’re forced to work closely together? And what if your crush isn’t as one sided as you thought?
Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, university au.
Chapter Warnings: Smut, a lil angst. Yoongi is so gone. 
WC: 11k 
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MARCH 25TH | 17:40
Yoongi wasn’t the biggest family man, at least when it came to anyone other than his parents or his older brother. But one person who had always been a constant in his life, no matter what, was his hyung. 
Seokjin and Yoongi hadn’t grown up together; Yoongi lived in Daegu all his life before moving to Seoul, and Jin was from Gwacheon. But they still saw each other during family gatherings, summer vacations or when his eomma wanted to pay a visit to her sister. 
Only when both men grew up and left home, both of them moving to the capital to further their studies and careers, did they really grow close. Yoongi and Seokjin lived together for a while, being roommates for all of two years until they were able to afford their own places. 
While Yoongi studied to be the writer and teacher that he is today, Seokjin trained and graduated in acting, until he was scouted by a big company called Big Hit and was signed after the first meeting. The older man had a few movies and dramas on his IMDB page, and he had recently landed his first leading role. 
And while Yoongi always used to avoid busy places and going out in the middle of the day, he had been the one to send a text first, inviting the hyung out for lunch and catching up. The restaurant he chose was one near campus, so he wouldn’t be late for his afternoon classes, nor would he need to rush the conversation. 
“Yoongi-ah, over here!” Seokjin was waving when he saw the dongsaeng looking a little lost at the entrance of the place. “Nice to see you, it’s been too long!” 
“It hasn’t been that long.” Yoongi accepted his cousin’s hug and sat down on the empty chair across from his. “How are things?” 
“Oh, you know, the usual. Busy learning lines, shooting commercials, auditioning for new series.” Seokjin went on about his busy schedule, waving a waiter closer so they could order the first round of drinks. 
Both of them ordered a beer, but while Jin asked for a large one, Yoongi wasn’t that interested in getting drunk. Not only was he driving, he still had a class to teach and assignments to grade tonight. As soon as the waiter left to go order the drinks, Yoongi turned to his cousin again:
“I heard through the family chat you’re auditioning for season two of Squid Game?” 
“Aish, eommaaaa.” the hyung groaned, which made Yoongi chuckle. “I am secretly auditioning for it.” 
“If you didn’t want the whole family to know about it, you shouldn’t have told imo.” 
“I’m only human, and I like being the pride of the family.” the older man shrugged and Yoongi shook his head. 
“I don’t know for how long you’ll be the pride of the family after halmeoni finds out what that show is about.” he pointed out, silently thanking the waiter who returned with their drinks. “I had to cover your ass, telling her it was a show about fishermen in Jeju.” 
“Thank you, my bro.” Seokjin lifted his pint to toast with Yoongi’s. “Lunch today is on me.” 
Yoongi scoffed with new laughter, shoulders shaking as he took a gulp of his beer. “Lunch would be on you anyways, you’re my hyung, and you got bigger chances of becoming a millionaire than I do.” 
“Nonsense, mister-best-seller.” 
Yoongi wanted to tell him that his best sellers had all been textbooks about literature, so the market wasn’t as competitive as the one for novels and other kinds of books. But it still felt nice to hear that title. And he’d never admit it out loud, but he was a little jealous of the success his cousin had. 
Not that Yoongi wasn’t proud of his hyung, because he was, infinitely so. But he also had his pride, and always being in second place during family christmas dinners did something to his ego. 
“How’s the new book coming along?” 
“It’s going.” Yoongi offered him a non committal raise of his shoulders. “Better now, actually, I’m having some… Extra help.” 
“Hoseok still giving you a hard time?” 
“Always.” 
“Good.” 
That made Yoongi scoff, but his rebuttal was interrupted as the waiter came back to their table with many side dishes and entrés. 
“Oh, we didn’t order yet.” Yoongi was saying, maybe the food belonged to someone else. 
“I know, sir, these are compliments from the chef. He hopes you will both enjoy it.” 
“Tell him we thank him very much.” Seokjin smiled with pearly white teeth and his usual charm. “I’ll leave an autograph for the restaurant before I leave.”
Of course the hyung was used to getting free stuff, it made sense. If The Kim Seokjin, big time actor, liked the restaurant and the food, the higher the chances of him recommending it to his fans. Not to mention an autograph would attract people from all over town just to have the chance to see it in person. 
It sounded a little silly to Yoongi, but he wasn’t one to deny free food. He was in the middle of serving his plate with a scoop of fried rice when his cousin asked:
“Alright, who is she?”
With a frown, Yoongi looked around. “Who?”
“You have someone new in your life.” Seokjin guessed, hiding a knowing smile behind his beer. 
“No, I–”
“How long have we known each other?” 
“I don’t see how that’s relevant.” Yoongi took a deep breath. 
“You invited me out today, and you never wanna leave your apartment.” Seokjin pointed out as the younger man shoved rice into his mouth. “You’re laughing and I haven't seen you scowl once.”
Yoongi responded with a scowl: “Okay, there is someone. But we’re casual.”
“You don’t do casual.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I know you.”
Yoongi wanted to scoff, but it would be rude and Jin was still his hyung, and maybe he should drink his beer a little slower. 
“It’s different this time.” he finally said.
“So not like Sana?”
“Absolutely not.” 
Seokjin pondered about it for a while, not really convinced. “Hm. So you don’t think about dating this woman for real?”
“Why are you so interested in my love life all of a sudden?” he huffed. 
“Because I’m your hyung. I want to see you happy, and you’re happier when you’re in a relationship.” the other man sounded like an older brother and Yoongi had no choice but to sit there and listen to what he obviously knew was true. “You’re all ‘oh I don’t have time for relationships’, but you get attached. You’re not like Hoseok. Have you even entertained the thought of seeing someone else ever since you started doing casual with this one?”
“No, because I have no time, with classes and the novel–”
“But you have time for this one?” he pressed. 
“I mean I guess–”
“Because it’s easier to find time when you actually like a person. You might not be in love with her yet, and I don't know her, but I can see you like her.”
Yoongi wanted to say the hyung was wrong, he wanted to deny it, to say he was fine with keeping things casual and that he hadn’t thought of having you around more. That he didn’t entertain the idea of taking you out, and asking you to stay the night, or kissing you just because he could. 
But Seokjin had the awful habit of seeing right through Yoongi. 
“I guess you might have somewhat of a point.” 
“See? Even admitting it is something you wouldn't do if you hadn't entertained the idea.” and he also had the annoying habit of having good points. “You haven't been with anyone since Sana and that was what? Six years ago?”
“Has it really been that long?”
“Too long if you ask me.”
“We’ll see.” was the only promise Yoongi could make. 
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MARCH 25TH | 18:28
You were in so much trouble it wasn’t even funny. 
Not the least bit amusing. 
You managed to escape your friend for a couple of days, but something told you you wouldn't run away forever and your fate came knocking on your door in the form of 1,81cm and muscles. 
“Yn, I know you’re in there, I can smell the illegally lit candle.” Namjoon called for you when you didn’t answer his knocking. 
“If you’re here about the candle, you can go now, I already blew it out.” you opened your door just enough to take a peek outside. “Jungkook has weed in his room, that’s more illegal than my candle–”
“Do you want me to tell you something else that is illegal?” the big man had his arms crossed to his chest, making himself look even bigger than he already was. “Because I’ll have no problem reminding you while standing here in the hallway where anyone can hear me.” 
With a big sigh, you opened the door for him to slip into your bedroom. Once Namjoon was inside, you closed the door and locked it with the extra bolt. Some of your friends had the code to your door, so simply closing it wouldn’t be enough to keep the nosey boys out. 
And Namjoon already knew too much, you didn’t need Taehyung and your cousin to be inside the gossip either. 
“Before you yell at me–” you were saying as you watched Namjoon sit on your bed.
“I’m not here to yell at you.” 
You faltered. “Wait, you’re not?” 
Namjoon looked tired and a little stressed, but that was the norm for him. 
You had met the man during your first semester at the university. Coincidentally, during Yoongi’s Modern Korean Literature class. You were only a bright eyed, new student, fresh out of college, and Namjoon was Yoongi’s TA. You were lucky enough to have caught the attention of the nice guy, who took you under his wing and introduced you to Taehyung and Jimin. 
Not only did you become part of their group, but they accepted Jungkook as a member of it too, once your cousin joined the university. 
Namjoon was also the guy who got you a spot in the co-ed dormitory and now you shared a wall; his room was the one to the left of yours. Not to mention the person you ran to for advice, book recommendations and overall comfort. Despite his gym-rat tendencies, Namjoon was soft spoken, kind and gentle. 
He wasn’t a TA anymore, but he did work as a dormitory prefect; which meant he had a good understanding of the rules and very convincing ways of keeping them in place. 
At the start of your friendship, Namjoon did have a crush on you –according to Taehyung, who let it slip one day–, but nothing ever happened between you and you were sure he had gotten over it by now. 
“I’ll give you a chance to explain first.” your friend said as you sat down on the bed, facing him. 
“What if I say that he was just giving me a ride because it was raining?” 
“At two in the morning?” 
“We were working late–”
“Tiny.” his pet name for you made you pout. “You were fresh out of a shower and had a hickey on your neck. You still have it right now!” 
You pulled your shirt a little higher on your neck, but Namjoon had seen the damn bite Yoongi left behind. 
“Are you dating a professor?” he whispered, as if the walls had ears. “I thought you didn’t do serious.”
“No, Joon, we–” you sighed. This would be easier to explain to an older brother. “It’s not like that. We’re just…” 
“Oh my god, you’re fucking a professor?” 
Namjoon looked as disgusted as you would expect if he heard you were fucking a married fifty year old man. 
“Yoongi is not that much older than me, it’s not weird. He’s hot–” 
“Yah, save me from the sordid details.” he covered his ears until you pretended to pull a zipper on your mouth and throw away the key. 
“Yoongi is nice.”
“Professor Min is still part of the school faculty.” Namjoon said in a matter of factly tone. “I’m sure there are laws against it. It’s abuse of authority–”
“He’s not forcing me to sleep with him, Joon. I’m doing it because I want to.” 
“Still! This is such a bad idea. You could be expelled, he could be fired–”
“I know, okay? I know all of that.” you groaned, hugging your knees to your chest. “We’re being careful.”
“As careful as you were yesterday, when I literally caught you slipping out of his car?” 
“Okay, I’ll admit that was a miscalculation, but it’s okay because it was you.” you took his big hands between your much smaller ones, bottom lip pushing out as you batted your eyelashes. “And you won’t tell anybody, will you, Joonie? Will you please keep it a secret?” 
“Tiny.” 
“Please, promise you won’t tell.” you sat on your knees, holding his hand next to your face and kissing the back of it. 
Namjoon was sure you didn’t know what you were doing. 
Didn’t know the mistakes you were making by getting involved with a professor. 
And didn’t know what you were doing to him when you touched him like this, when you were so sweet and begging him to keep your secret. He would never be okay with this, would never agree with your decision of sleeping with someone who worked in the university you studied at. 
But he had no choice here, he’d never do anything to hurt you. So he agreed, promising he wouldn’t tell a soul. 
Even if it broke his heart. 
“Thank you, Namjoonie!” you chirped, throwing your arms around his neck and practically climbing on his lap. To make matters worse for his never-dying crush on you, you kissed his cheek with a loud smack. “If you wanna fuck a teacher, I promise not to tell anybody.” 
“Ugh, don’t even joke about that.” Namjoon rolled his eyes, but didn’t let go of you when he settled against your pillows and pulled you with him. 
Just friends cuddle like this, right? 
“I mean, Professor Cho is Yoongi’s age.” you shrugged. “You should sleep with her.” 
That made Namjoon laugh, but it came out awkward as you settled on his chest. “Why do you say that?” 
“You already kiss the floor she walks on, and I’m sure her mood would improve if she had a good dick.” 
Namjoon was about to malfunction. That was a backhanded compliment, right? You just said his dick was good. Even if you had never seen it. Or been close to it, really. But hey, he’d take what he could get. 
"Why does she need a mood improvement? Professor Cho was fine this morning." 
"Maybe she was fine with you, because she literally loves you." you huffed and sat up, leaving his embrace too soon. "She hates me."
"I find it hard to believe anyone in their right mind would hate you, tiny." 
"That's what I'm trying to tell everyone, that woman is crazy!" 
You heard Namjoon chuckle, just like Jimin did whenever you brought up this vendetta professor Cho had against you. But you didn't think Joon of all people would believe you; the man really did suck up to the woman a lot. 
"You going to see Jimin tonight?" Namjoon asked, changing the subject to a much nicer one. 
"I can if you guys are up for it." you nodded. "Let me ask him to put us on the list." 
You left your bed and sat on the puffy chair by your desk instead, unplugging your phone from its charger and unlocking it. Jimin had already texted you, asking a similar question to Namjoon’s, but it was another notification that made your heart skip.
Y. 📖 [18:30]: Are you doing anything tonight? 
You [18:50]: Maybe. Why? 👀
Y. 📖 [18:50]: Let me take you out.
You [18:51]: Careful, Yoon, I'll end up thinking you're asking me out on a date 
Y. 📖 [18:51]: That’s exactly what I'm doing, pretty. ;] 
Your heart was racing so much you barely heard Namjoon calling for you. The pet name, the winky face, the idea of going on a date with Yoongi. 
You had never been on a date before; much like Namjoon pointed out, you weren't a fan of the idea of dating and being serious with one person. But with the way your hands grew clammy and you wanted to freak out about what to wear tonight, you guessed that detail about you was already starting to change.
Maybe you just hadn't met the right person before, someone you wouldn't mind seeing regularly. You never thought that person could be Yoongi, but if he was open to it, so were you.
"So?" Namjoon asked as soon as you looked at him. 
"Huh?" 
"Did you ask Jimin to put us on the list?" He laughed. 
"Ah. Yeah. No. Uh. Something came up." 
"Ditching us for him already? Again?" Namjoon’s mood seemed to sour. 
You could tell him that the last time you bailed on going out with him and the boys you really were just planning on helping your professor. You could try to explain that you were excited about going on a date for the first time ever. 
But he didn't even give you the chance to try, getting up from your bed and walking the short steps to your door. 
"Joonie, wait, don't go like this." you chased after him, slipping to his front and pressing your back against the door. "You know I don't like when you're mad at me." 
"I'm not mad at you, tiny. I just didn't think you'd be the type that ditches friends to hang out with a fuck buddy, that's all." 
That statement stung. You also didn't want to be that kind of person, but it's not like you were going back on actual plans. Namjoon had just mentioned going out tonight, you didn't even know if the others would like to go to the bar. Besides, you couldn’t count on one hand all of the times Namjoon, Jungkook and Taehyung ditched you and Jimin in order to stay in and play video games all night. 
“Next week.” you offered and the tall man arched an eyebrow for you to go on. “We can do whatever you want, and I’ll be there. We can go to the bar, or watch a movie. I’ll even go with you to that strip club–”
“We don’t– we don’t have to go to the strip club.” 
You nodded, willing to do anything. “So you forgive me?” 
“When do I not?” his sigh was defeated as he touched the side of your face, thumb caressing your cheekbone. 
“Okay!” you smiled with a scrunch of your nose, in that way people said you reminded them of Jungkook. “Does that mean you’ll help me pick out what to wear tonight?” 
“Do I really have to?” 
“Yes! Jimin isn’t here and I can’t exactly ask my cousin for help on what to wear for my first date!” 
“It really is your first day ever, isn’t it?” Namjoon sounded a little sad and you hoped he wasn’t feeling sorry for you. But he still let you pull him back into the bedroom and sit him down on your bed. “Wait, Jimin knows about you and Professor Min?”
“Well, he fucked Yoongi’s best friend.” 
“I– really regret the day I ever introduced the two of you.” 
With a giggle, you turned your back to your friend as you made sure he wasn’t going anywhere and opened the only two doors of your small student-dorm wardrobe, searching for options for tonight. 
The newest pieces you had, Yoongi had already seen. As well as your second date dress. Just because you hadn’t ever been on a proper date, didn’t mean you never went out with people. But going to a club or a house party with a group didn’t really count as a proper date. 
“You should wear sweatpants to be comfortable.” Namjoon offered. 
“I am not wearing sweats to a date!” 
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MARCH 25TH | 20:29
Darling[20:29]: You’re early! 
Yoongi [20:29]: Take your time, you don’t have to rush 
Darling[20:30]: I know, but now I really want to see you.
Yoongi [20:30]: Then get your cute butt down here 
Yoongi felt like a bit of a creep, car hiding behind a large tree, motor and headlights off, as he stared at the last window to the right, on the second floor. He couldn’t really see inside the bedroom, unless you walked close to the glass and moved the curtain out of the way. But he still saw as the lights went dark inside your room and it was enough to let him know you were coming. 
It sent a bubbling feeling in his stomach that he wasn’t used to getting anymore. The excitement he felt before going on a date, the elation involved with getting to know someone he was interested in. Yoongi thought those feelings were lost in his past, alongside his youth, dead with his last failed relationship. 
But you seemed to awaken those emotions every time he saw you. Yoongi felt reckless, like a schoolboy sneaking around to see his crush after hours. 
Get it together. Don’t scare her away. 
As you were slipping out of the dorm building, Yoongi felt the rush to get out of his car and open the door for you, but he couldn’t. This was still university property, and as much as his windows were tinted, anyone could see it was him if he left the car. So he watched you looking around, maybe concerned about the same thing he was, and crossed the street. 
You were wearing a black skirt, the same kind he so enjoyed seeing you in, and a comfortable fitting knitted black sweater. Summer was just around the corner and the days in Seoul were getting warmer, but it was still cold during the nights, so he was glad you were warm enough. 
Unlocking the door from the inside, Yoongi allowed you to get in and sit on the passenger seat by his side. 
“Hi, pretty.” was his greeting; the pet name he had for you was more and more fitting each time he saw you. 
“Hi.” albeit your shy smile, you leaned over the console to kiss his lips. 
It was fleeting and over too soon, but it was the first casual kiss you exchanged, and it made his stomach grow cold in the best way. 
“Ready to go?” Yoongi checked in with you and you nodded, small purse over your legs as you clicked the seatbelt in place. “Are you hungry?”
“Is it indelicate if I say I’m starving?” you giggled as he turned the car back on and made a U turn on the street of your dorm.
“Not at all. It is kinda late.” 
Yoongi would be the first to admit that this date was a little impromptu; at least by his standards. He liked to plan things better than this, to give you time to get ready, not picking you up two hours after asking you out. He wasn’t impulsive like that, much less spontaneous. 
But after his talk with Seokjin hyung, his words stuck to his brain like an itch he couldn’t scratch. His cousin was right, Yoongi was happier when he was in a relationship, and he did like you like he hadn’t liked anybody ever since Sana left him. And he could wait a little more, he didn’t need to rush things. But he feared he might lose his chance if he didn’t. 
You were younger than him, and Yoongi didn’t know the first thing about the dating habits of your generation. He feared that, if he took too long to present you with his intentions, you might believe this was just sex, or take an interest in someone else. He wasn’t blind to the way the boys in his class looked at you, wasn’t ignorant to your comments of being with other guys before him. 
There were a lot of details that needed to be ironed out, a lot of challenges that would no doubt be in the way, his overthinking brain was already screaming at him to bring up the issues of you two dating. But for tonight he would let himself chase that happiness he hadn’t felt in all of six years. 
“You can change the station if you want to.” Yoongi said and you nodded, but didn’t move. 
“It’s fine, I like this song.” 
It impressed you a little how comfortable you already felt next to Yoongi, without the need to be speaking all the time, filling the silence with meaningless conversations. Just his breathing and the low R&B tune was enough for now. It should also shock you how you kept seeing Yoongi and you didn’t grow tired of it yet. If anything, you already wanted to ask him if he had plans for tomorrow. 
There was a food fair scheduled to happen in the campus square that you wanted to visit and you couldn’t think of a better company than his. 
Although, being in the middle of the university, surrounded by students and other professors, didn’t seem like the safest outing for you and Professor Min. 
When being asked on this date, you didn’t know what to expect, but you were pleasantly surprised when you made it to the busy Hongdae district and Yoongi dropped his car off in an underground parking lot so you’d continue the path on foot. 
“Sorry it��s so busy.” he was speaking a little louder than normal, so you’d hear him. “The food will be worth it, I promise.” 
“I don’t mind, Yoon.” you smiled, heart fluttering as his arm circled your waist to keep you close to him and avoid getting separated by the crowd. “I haven’t been here in so long. Seems like things are always changing here, while staying the same at the same time.” 
The tall buildings were the same, the structures familiar to you no matter how many years passed since you were last in the district. But there were more neon signs blinking in the dark night, more food trucks littering the sidewalks, new stores and restaurants replacing older ones. 
Yoongi took you to a two story building in the very corner of the street, climbing wooden stairs to make it to the second floor. The whole restaurant was quaint and open, but quite busy. The walls were made of red bricks and there were vines of plants everywhere. 
You were lucky enough to find a table at the back of the restaurant, both of you deciding to share the booth and sitting side by side. 
It was a lot warmer inside than the outside, so Yoongi removed his dark denim jacket and laid it next to him. Maybe you should have gone with the short sleeved top you wanted to, but Namjoon had been so against it that it made you self-conscious. All you could do now was roll the sleeves up to your elbows. 
“You look very pretty tonight.” Yoongi said, as if just now remembering he should compliment you. 
It took you by surprise, but you still said: “Thank you, so do you. I really like your hair like that.” 
“You seem to like my hair a lot.” he chuckled, no doubt thinking of all of the times your fingers tangled into it. 
“I do.” 
Without missing the opportunity, you brought your hand to his locks. Yoongi’s long hair always felt so soft between your fingers and tonight it was kind of messy and all over the place, and you absolutely loved it. You threaded your fingers through it, pushing it away from Yoongi’s handsome face, and a few gray hairs caught on the restaurant lights above you, shining to your attention. 
And you didn’t know why, nor did you want to get into it right now, but it made you rub your thighs together as your breath hitched. 
Yoongi was leaning into your touch, face turning to you and gaze falling to your lips. You were sure he would have kissed you if the waitress didn’t show up with a small basket with breadsticks and a little pot with melting butter. 
“Good evening, and welcome to Deeper. Do you know what you’ll order or would you like to check our menu? You can download it through the QR code on the table.” 
Yoongi looked at you again, as your hand reluctantly dropped from his hair to rest over your legs. 
“Are you craving anything in particular?” 
“I’ll eat whatever.” you assured him. “What do you like from here?” 
“Their pizza is really good.” he told you, fingers slipping through yours. “Can we get a pepperoni pizza, and the beer samples?” 
“Sure thing, I’ll bring your drinks in a minute.” 
The nice woman bowed to the two of you, typing your order on her phone and turning around to go fetch the drinks. 
You slipped your arm under Yoongi’s, without breaking the connection of your hands, but resting closer to his body. If this is what dates should feel like, you would regret never saying yes to one before. 
Or maybe that was just a date with Yoongi. 
“The breadsticks are really good.” the man picked one up and dipped it in the butter, bringing it to your lips so you would take a bite. 
“Mhmm. I like it.” you told him after chewing. “Do you come here a lot?” 
“I used to, back with–” the abrupt way Yoongi stopped talking, his cheeks turning pink and how his lips formed a thin line, you could guess he was about to mention his ex. 
“It’s okay, Yoon, I know you had someone before.” you laughed softly, in hopes it would relax him. “Did you bring your ex here?”
“I didn’t bring her here, we’d just come together.” he shrugged trying to downplay it. “But that’s not a first date conversation topic.” 
“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been to one.” 
Yoongi paused with the breadstick on the way to his mouth, turning around to look at you while his thumb dragged on the back of the hand he was holding. 
“So this is your first first date?” 
“Yeah.” you nodded, picking up a breadstick of your own to munch on. 
“Could have told me before, now I’m feeling the pressure.” 
“At least I don’t have anything to compare it to, so if it sucks, it will still be the best date I’ve ever been to.” 
“I don’t want it to suck.” Yoongi scoffed, face scrunching. “Want you to enjoy being out with me.” 
You smiled, because you were already enjoying it very much. You couldn’t voice that thought, however, as the waitress came back with the drinks Yoongi ordered, but you did kiss his cheek in hopes of it being enough. 
“Your pizza will be right out. Call me if you need anything!” the girl was saying as she placed the drinks on the table, disappearing as quick as she came. 
There were four small glasses of beer in different colors, on a wooden tray. Each one had a little plaque with the name of each beer. You had no idea what any of them meant, but Yoongi brought the tray closer to the two of you and offered you the first glass. 
“If you don’t like beer, you might want to start with this one.” he said, letting you take the glass. “Give it a try.” 
You brought it to your lips, taking a big gulp and making him laugh. Your face scrunched at the strong taste, but you had definitely drank worse things. 
“It tastes like fruit. Is there orange in this?” you asked, bringing it to your nose to sniff. 
“Not at all.” Yoongi laughed, taking the cup from your hand and taking a small sip and letting it sit on his tongue. “It’s just the yeast.” 
“The black one looks cool.” 
“That’s Black IPA. You can try it.” 
You soon found out you weren’t supposed to just chug the beer all at once, but savor it, try different orders, see which one you liked better, mix and match. Yoongi knew a lot of random facts about each type and how to make beer and even if it was a subject that had never interested you before, you did ask him questions and were impressed with his answers. 
By the time the pizza arrived, the bread sticks had been consumed and the beer glasses were empty. Yoongi ordered a soda for himself, since he was driving, but you asked for a small glass of the Pale Ale beer you had just tried. 
“What’s the deal with Jimin?” Yoongi asked as the waitress left once again, after dropping your new drinks. 
“Did you ask me out on a date to tell me you’re into my best friend?” you teased, having to let go of Yoongi’s hand so you could serve yourself with a slice of the pepperoni pizza. 
“No, but my best friend won't leave me alone if I don't give him something to work with.” the man explained and you couldn’t believe Jimin’s plan was actually working on Hoseok. 
“Well, you can tell Hobi-ssi that Jimin likes Chanel and he’s a size small.”
“Is he–”
“A sugar baby? No, he’s just spoiled.”
“Guess you have that in common.”
That made you gasp, holding back your laugh. “Hey, I’m not spoiled like Jimin. You don’t need to give me gifts so I’ll sleep with you.”
“But you’d still like them?”
“If you’re trying to assess if I’d be an expensive girlfriend, no. That’s not me. But I’m still a girl, so if Hoseok asks, I like Cartier bracelets.”
Yoongi was laughing, holding his plate closer to the pizza as you offered to serve him too. “Okay I’ll make sure to let him know.” he said, and you wondered if he really would. “So. Jimin’s phone number?”
“Sorry, he’s into guys who are taller.”
“Again, I’m not asking for me– wait, are you saying I’m short?”
Yoongi caught up fast to your teasing, which made you smile while trying to bite off the string of cheese that just didn’t want to come off your pizza. 
“You’re taller than I am, so that’s fine for me.” you shrugged after chewing.
“That’s hardly a challenge, baby, you are short.”
“Lucky for you, or your back pains wouldn't let you carry me.”
Yoongi deadpanned, thick brows in a hard line, staring at you, unamused. “What are we even doing here?”
“I know, want me to meet you in the bathroom in two minutes?”
The man had no answer for that, you were too quick with your rapid fire of teasing and Yoongi had a hard time coming up with comebacks for you most of the time. Not to mention, his brain started moving a little slow as he entertained your offer.
“You’re thinking about it, aren't you?” the mischievous glint in your eyes made his heart race. 
“No, I have more class than that.” he lied. 
Wiping your hand on a paper napkin, you rested against the booth, lowering your voice as you rested your hand on his thigh and said: “Hmm, too classy to bend me over the counter and fuck me?”
His knee jerking reaction came in the form of holding your wrist. “Baby, don’t start.”
“Or we could hide inside a stall, I wouldn’t mind riding you again.” you whispered, nosing at his neck. 
“Behave.”
“Or what?” your fingers danced to the inside of his leg and you squeezed his thigh. 
“I don’t want to have dinner with a boner.”
Yoongi sounded so pained as he said it that you took pity on the man, retrieving your hand and starting to eat the pizza again. The man closed his eyes and he mumbled something you didn’t quite pick up on, as he urged his cock to settle. You were giggling as you drank more from your beer, deciding it went well with the food. 
Your conversations remained innocent after that, the both of you filling up with one of the most delicious pizzas you ever had. Especially in Hongdae, where Japanese and Chinese restaurants were the norm. This was a little gem in the middle of the busy district and you could understand why Yoongi wanted to bring you here. 
The fact he used to frequent this restaurant with his ex didn’t bother you at all, as long as he was done with her, you didn’t mind his past. You had one too, albeit more layback and uncommitted. But it did raise a few questions that you hoped Yoongi wouldn’t mind answering. 
After the table was cleared of your empty plates, you still had half of your beer to drink, so Yoongi didn’t push you to hurry, nor made the mention of wanting to leave. You hoped it was a good time when you asked:
“What are we doing here?”
“We're having dinner.” the man frowned.
“So this is just dinner? Because at this point I'm the one who owes you a meal.” you tried to joke to light up the mood. 
“Hm, you can pay me in another way.” Yoongi’s gaze dropped to your lips.
You laughed softly as his own joke, but there was something else there too and Yoongi didn’t like it. 
“I see. You don’t have to bring me to such nice places if that's all you want–”
The conversation soured and Yoongi didn't know what he said wrong, until he thought about how he sounded. 
“Wait, no, that came out wrong.” he tried to take his joke back. “That's not what we're doing here. We're on a date.”
“I figured that much.” your hand rested on his knee, giving it a little squeeze to show you weren’t upset. “Why did you want to bring me out on a date?”
“I'm trying to make you mine.”
Yoongi said it with such certainty, as if he had no doubts in his mind, that it made your insides all fuzzy and your heart skipped a beat. 
“Obviously I’m not doing such a great job of it.” his small laugh was awkward. 
“I guess things are complicated enough with our situation, so it's good to be clear about our intentions so there's no mixed signals.” you were saying, and Yoongi agreed. 
He was actually quite impressed by your maturity, but he shouldn't be. Yoongi knew you weren't a child, you had a good head over your shoulders, you were smart, dedicated, responsible, you cared about others. Which were traits he appreciated. 
But you were also fun, teasing, unafraid of speaking your mind and acting on your wishes. All things Yoongi needed more of in his life. 
“What is it you want?” Yoongi wanted to know, but your answer never came. 
The waitress was back to collect the empty glasses and ask if there was anything else she could do for you tonight and Yoongi only asked for the bill. This wasn’t the ideal setting for you to really talk about this anyways, and you seemed to agree with that as you didn’t bring it up again. 
Yoongi paid for your meal, even if you insisted on sharing, and said you could do it next time. Once you left the restaurant, the outside was a lot colder than before, so he draped his jacket over your shoulders, enjoying the way your cheeks tinted in the color of sakura flowers. 
After pushing your arms through the sleeves, you offered your hand for him to hold, and Yoongi took in a heartbeat. 
He had also chosen this area of town because it was so busy. Which meant it was easier for the two of you to blend in and get lost between the tourists and locals alike. Even if there were a lot of nightclubs and bars around, he didn’t think you’d run into anyone who might recognize you. 
“Oh my god, I can’t believe the Zzang Games building is still here!” you were pointing at the bright red building in the middle of the block, turning to Yoongi with begging eyes. “Can we go there for a bit?” 
“Sure.” 
Yoongi agreed and let you pull him through the masses of people walking in the opposite direction, uncaring of the weird looks you got. He wasn’t about to tell you this, but he hadn’t stepped foot inside an arcade ever since he was eighteen. Still, he was convinced he would do anything to make you happy at this point, and your eyes were sparkling with all the colorful lights and your smile was so big he’d come here everyday if you asked him to. 
You knew exactly where to go, leading the day to the side of the room, already pulling on a couple of bills to rent a pass card and charge it with money. Yoongi insisted on paying again, but you didn’t listen to him. Once you were ready to play, he asked:
“What do you want to do first?” 
“It’s time for you to prove yourself, Yoongi.” 
The naughty smile was back on your face as searched for his hand again, bringing him to the escalators at the back of the room and moving to the second floor of the three story arcade building. 
There were too many neon lights, children were yelling and running around, the smell was of old popcorn and sweat, and his ears would start to hurt at any time now; the noise of disks hitting the air hockey table was rivaling the cheers of a group of teenagers racing horses. 
This was not somewhere you’d find Yoongi on a regular day, much preferring the quiet and solitude of his own home. But being in your company made it okay. 
“Tadaaaa!” you chirped as you finally found what you’ve been looking for. 
“Why am I surprised?” Yoongi laughed, letting go of your hand as you moved to choose a machine. 
“You think you still got it?” you challenged. 
The basketball machines were in a different location than last time you were there, but still on the second floor. You swiped the card on the slot and watched as the glass fence lifted for the balls to drop on the double machine, so you’d play against each other. 
“It’s like riding a bike, you never forget it.” Yoongi picked up a basketball, throwing it up and down to test its weight. “Wanna see something cool?”
“Always.” 
With a flick of his wrist, Yoongi threw the ball up and balanced it on the tip of his finger, using the other hand to spin it faster and faster without dropping it. He was smirking, all pretty and cocky and focusing on his fingers was a little hard. Then he let it fall from his finger and slide on his arm, passing by his chest, continuing to his other arm and stopping between his hands again. 
“Now you’re just showing off!” you rolled your eyes, pretending not to be impressed. 
“Can you do it?” his head cocked to the side, an eyebrow arched. 
“Shut up and let’s play.” 
You grumbled and Yoongi laughed, bouncing the ball on the floor a couple of times. The two of you stood in front of your respective machines and you counted to three before pressing the button that started the timer. Since there was no way you could beat Yoongi in technique, you appealed to desperation and anxiety. 
As Yoongi calculated the angle of his throws, not really missing the basket, bending his knees just right and flicking his wrist with expertise, you started throwing the balls as quickly as you could, hoping for the best. You made it into the basket less times than the throws you missed, but you still moved faster than Yoongi and all his calculating. Slowly but surely, as the clock ticked the final thirty seconds, you were a few points ahead of the man. 
“I can’t believe I’m winning!” you giggled. 
“No you’re not– what the fuck!” Yoongi was incredulous, only now starting to throw it as fast as you were, trying to make it up for lost time. 
And dammit, he still wasn’t missing it. 
“No, stop that!” you squealed, hitting his side with your hips in an attempt to throw him off. 
“Aish, hajima!” 
Yoongi was really close to passing you, and you only had ten seconds left. Desperate times ask for desperate measures. 
You gave up on making more points and stood in front of Yoongi, wailing your arms in front of him so he wouldn’t score. You were both laughing like crazy and you were sure Yoongi called you crazy once or twice. Yoongi threw the ball in his hands and missed it, and you were standing in the way so he couldn’t grab another one. 
So Yoongi grabbed you instead. 
His arms circled your waist as he lifted you off the floor, making you scream in a new fit of laughter. He stumbled to the side, careful not to drop you when your feet touched the floor again. Instead of letting go of you and continuing his game, Yoongi kissed you. 
Your laughs died together when your mouths met and his tongue pushed past your lips. You hugged him by the neck, one of your hands slipping into his hair. Yoongi pressed you against him, a firm grip on your hips to keep you close, as his head dipped to one side and the other as his tongue licked yours as if you were the only two people in the room. 
Your mind went back to what he said during dinner, when he asked what you wanted.  And you wanted more. 
You wanted to be more. More than his student. More than his fuck buddy. More than his friend.
When you both needed air and your spit covered lips parted, you said:
“I want you.”
“Hm?” Yoongi’s forehead creased as he fought for air. 
“I want to be yours. We can figure out the details later.”
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MARCH 26TH | 00:27
“I can’t believe you told me you were good at basketball.” 
“Aish, don’t start it.” 
“Is that something you just say to pick up girls?” 
“Well, you’re my girlfriend now, so clearly it works.” 
Hearing Yoongi call you that was still unreal and you went all red in the face each time he reminded you. You made it official not even an hour ago and he had found a way to repeat it three times so far. 
After playing a couple more games at the arcade, he drove the two of you to his apartment where you fully intended on sitting down and having a conversation about boundaries, how you would keep your new relationship a secret, what you expected of each other, and safety measures to make sure no one found out. 
But you were too excited about all of the trinkets you got from trading your tickets at the prize booth, which resulted in the two of you sitting on his couch, looking over the cheap and silly things as if you were both twelve. 
Serious talk be damned. 
“Are you really doing this?” Yoongi asked you, clearly amused, as he studied the temporary tattoo sheet you had traded for a whooping hundred tickets. 
“Heck yeah! I can’t let you be the coolest one in this relationship.” you were saying as you picked up the tea towel from the counter, wetting half of it under the faucet and twisting it to get rid of the excess water. 
“You’re already the coolest one between us, pretty.” 
You got back to where Yoongi was on the couch, sitting next to him and handing him the wet towel. 
“You know how to do this, right?” 
“Yes, I have a five year old niece.” he chuckled, offering you the sheet. “Which one do you want?” 
“Surprise me.” you turned your back to him and pulled your shirt over your head.
“Uh. Where– where do you want it?”
You looked at your boyfriend over your shoulder, slipping your bra strap off of it and pointed to the same spot he had a tattoo. Only his was real and yours would last a couple of days tops. 
As you held your hair on the other side of your neck, Yoongi tore a piece of the tattoo sheet and placed it over the back of your left shoulder, wetting it with the towel. He did it slowly and carefully, until the piece of paper slipped off and your tattoo was done. 
“Does it look good?” you asked as you tried to see, but couldn’t turn that far. 
“It needs to dry, but it’s cool.” 
One of Yoongi’s hands was on your naked waist, fingers lightly grazing your skin as he blew on the back of your shoulder for the tattoo to settle. You waited patiently and heard a little click, turning to see him pointing his phone at it. 
“Here.” Yoongi gave you his phone for you to check out the tattoo and you didn’t hold back a giggle. 
“A cat?” you leaned back against his chest, settling between his legs. 
“What’s wrong with a cat? You don’t like them?” 
“No, I do.” you smiled as his arms circled your waist and his chin rested on your shoulder so you could both look at the doodle of a cat that was living temporarily on your skin. “It reminds me of you a little bit. It’s cute.” 
“If you think I’m cute, I’m fine with it.” Yoongi’s face nuzzled into your neck. 
“I think you’re a lot of things, baby.” 
“Yeah?” 
“Mhm. I think you’re handsome. Intelligent. Really fucking hot.” you were counting on your fingers. “Bad at basketball–” 
“Hajimaaaa.” he scoffed, making you laugh. “Those machines are rigged, it’s not the same thing as actually playing.” 
“Just say you’re bad with your hands and go.” 
That statement made Yoongi stop and you could feel the dangerous grumble coming from his chest. 
“Oh, so now I’m bad with my hands?” 
“Well–” you had a comeback ready for him, bit his open palm rested on your tummy as the other tangled in your hair to bend your neck to the side, resuming you into a puddle. 
“You were saying?” 
“You’re bad with your hands.” you said with closed eyes, intaking a gasp as his hold on your hair grew tighter and his lips touched the side of your extended neck. “Unless you can prove me wrong.”
Yoongi chuckled low in your ear, seeing right through you. Still, he leaned back against the arm of the couch, pulling you with him so you were caged between his legs, almost naked back resting on his soft cotton shirt. 
“Guess I have to change your mind, huh?” he spoke against your neck, hands resting on your ribs, just under your breasts. 
“Mhmm.” you nodded, relaxing against his chest, feeling him breathe, head resting against his shoulder. 
“Hm, just how should I go about doing that?”
Yoongi was kissing all over the side of your neck he had access to, leaving tiny little sucks that made your breathing feel heavy in your chest. His thumbs searched for your nipples over your soft bra, circling them in a way that made you squirm. 
“I’m sure you– you’ll think of something–” you were saying as your legs spread just a little, inviting him to move south if he wanted to. 
Because you really wanted him to. 
The man chuckled, highly amused at your state, loving how your bratty and slightly spoiled attitude went away whenever he started touching you. He cupped your tits over your bra, squeezing them in his palms, the last step before you turned into his pliant good girl. 
“Shall we take this off, baby?” 
“Yes–” 
Yoongi was sure you didn’t even know what you were agreeing to, causing a new soft laugh to fall from his lips. With a light tap to your shoulder, he made you arch your back to unclasp your bra with two fingers, letting the offending piece fall off your torso and be tossed aside. 
You leaned back into his chest and his hands went back to touching yours. Your nipples were pebbled against his fingertips as Yoongi tweaked and pinched, making you let out the prettiest little noises that were making his cock twitch inside his pants. 
He was snug against your ass, no doubt starting to poke you, but this was about you right now and not him. Yoongi was a generous lover, and he wanted you to feel as cherished and wanted as you deserved, especially now that you were his girlfriend. 
A fact he didn’t have time to overthink just yet. 
“Open.” 
As you had your eyes closed, getting lost in his touches, Yoongi tapped your lips with the tip of his pointer finger, watching as your jaw dropped instantly. Two of his fingers slipped into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue, and your pretty lips wrapped around them and your tongue licked them all over. As he took his fingers out, your teeth scraped on his skin and you tried to bite them, making his hiss. 
“Opsie–” 
His wet fingers found your nipple again, rolling them much easier now that they were coated in your saliva and you keened, arching your back and pushing your chest into his palms. The man played with your tits, squeezing them together, flicking the nipples, all while he kissed and sucked where he could reach of your neck. 
You were moaning and your hips were rocking in an attempt of getting more relief when you spoke:
“You’re torturing me.” 
“Not so fun when you’re the one being teased, is it?” 
You had a bratty answer in the tip of your tongue, but you didn’t know disciplinary Yoongi could be, and you were too tired to find out tonight. Instead, you said: 
“Like everything you do to me.” 
“Is that right?” you could feel Yoongi’s smirk growing against your skin as one of his hands traveled down your body, stopping only when he reached your thigh. 
“Yes.” 
“Yes, sir.” 
Your little whimper was pitiful, heart beating fast when you repeated: “Yes, sir.” 
You had never called a guy sir before, the idea of using the title with the type of boys you fucked made you laugh. But there was something about Yoongi that made him perfect for it. 
The more his fingers danced on the inside of your thigh, as the other stayed busy fondling with your breasts, the more you clenched around nothing, feeling your arousal leaking out of you through your flimsy underwear. 
“Please…” 
“What do you want, baby?” 
“Touch me, please.” you moaned. 
“I am touching you.” he teased, pinching your nipple a little harder. “Is it not enough?” 
You shook your head, widening your legs and rocking your hips back and forth, pressing your ass against his hardening cock and trying to get his hand to move. 
Surprisingly, it worked. Yoongi’s big hand cupped your cunt over your panties, no doubt feeling how it clung to your folds with how wet you were. 
“Yeees.” 
Your head rolled to the side, nose dragging on Yoongi’s neck and climbing up to his jaw, where you kissed and left little bites. 
“Let’s take this off, then.” he said and slipped his hand under your skirt to fish for the band of your panties, letting it snap against your skin before pulling it down. 
You wiggled your hips to make your skirt bunch up on your waist and shimmied out of the ruined piece of underwear. Once your bottom half was free, you laid back against your boyfriend again, spreading your legs wider over his and listening to his hum of approval. 
One of his hands stayed on your thigh, keeping it in place, and the other went back to your pussy. The fingers that had been inside your mouth dipped between your folds, widening to spread your lips. The middle digit collected your slick from your little hole, bringing it up to rub your clit with it. 
Yoongi rolled your clit with just the tip of his finger, alternating between quick and slow, hard and light, and it was making you go a little crazy. Your chest was moving up and down with your heavy breathing and your hands were resting on his muscular thighs around you. 
“Always so fucking wet for me.” he taunted. “And this little clit? So swollen I can almost feel it pulsing.” 
“Ohmygod–”
His hand cupped your pussy again, this time with no more barriers between you, positioning your clit between two of his fingers and squeezing it lightly as his hand glided up and down. The more he touched, the wetter you grew, the easier it was for his hand to slide up and down. 
“Want more.” 
The hand that was on your thigh cupped your jaw, bending your neck in a way that made you look at him. Yoongi looked absolutely breathtaking, albeit a little serious. One of his eyebrows raised as he stared at you as if you had done something wrong. 
“What did you say?” 
“I–” you felt so small under his gaze, brain scrambling to come up with an answer that made sense while his hand was touching you so deliciously. “Please, sir, can I have more? Please–” 
“Mm, look at you being so good.” still holding your jaw, Yoongi forced your lips to purse and licked them, sucking on your bottom one before saying: “Nice girls get rewarded for good behavior.” 
“I’m good, ‘m your good girl.” 
“Of course you are.” 
Yoongi cooed, face leaning down to take your lips on a proper kiss; tongue pushing into your mouth to lick yours. Two of his fingers circled your entrance and you were distracted enough by his mouth that you didn’t notice until the digits were dipping inside your pussy with ease. It was a stretch, his beautiful fingers were long and knobby, but you were so wet they slipped right in. 
Yoongi parted the kiss just to say: “Always so fucking thight too.” 
You squeezed around his fingers, pulling air inside your lungs, and parted your lips to receive his again. Yoongi didn’t kiss you, but pushed his tongue into your mouth for you to suck on it. Your lips wrapped around it and you moaned as your head bobbed and you suckled. 
As you got a little used to the intrusion of his fingers inside of you, Yoongi started to play with you again. His fingers would reach deep inside your cunt, then leave you completely to rub at your clit; only to slip down and into you again. He repeated the action a few times and soon you couldn’t kiss him anymore, lips falling open and allowing him to lick your mouth as much as he wanted to as you weren’t able to react. 
Yoongi’s ring and middle finger started pumping in and out of you, slow at first, but picking up the pace the more you moaned his name and curses that spurred him on. 
“Harder, please–” you whimpered. 
“My darling likes it a little rough?” he was asking and you nodded desperately. 
“Yes, sir–!”
Your boyfriend gradually began to fuck you harder, fingers slipping in and out of you. He’d widen his fingers pulling out and searched for your sweet spot when pushing in. You were so wet that the sounds filling his living room were loud and lewd, the squelching mixing with your own whimpers and Yoongi’s raspy praises of ‘you’re doing so well’ and ‘look at this pussy taking my fingers’. 
All you could see through parted eyes was the quick flicks of Yoongi’s pale fingers, your arousal covering his wrist and making it glisten with the lights. Your orgasm was building up nice and steady, you were so so close and Yoongi could probably tell. Your body started trembling and your nails were sinking into his legs as you squirmed. 
“Beg me to let you cum.” his order was delivered right under your ear as he sucked on the spot, no doubt leaving a mark too high to hide with a high neck. 
“Please, Yoongi, I want to cum–” 
“You can do better than that, baby.” 
Could you beg more? Probably. But you felt so good it was hard to think; you could be offered a billion won if you knew how to answer your name and you would have lost the fortune. The only name on your mind and on your lips was Yoongi’s. But as his fingers started to slow down their pumping and your orgasm began to webb away, you got a little desperate. 
“Yoongi, please! I need to cum, please, please let me– Wanna cream all over your fingers, I’m so full, feel so good, can’t take this anymore, pleaseeee–”
You had literal tears in your eyes as he started fingering you nice and hard again. This time, his other hand slipped between your legs to rub and roll your clit as fast as his digits were pumping you and you finally let go; tensing up all over and allowing the band to snap. 
You cried out, back arching as your body tried to run away, but Yoongi held you tightly with his legs, hands slowing down but never stopping, letting you ride it out for as long as possible. 
“So good.” you whispered, unable to find your voice. “Yoon, too sensitive–”
The man’s movements had slowed down quite a bit, allowing you to breathe again. But they never really stopped, and soon you were writing in oversensitivity. You held onto his wrist, but didn’t pull him away from you, merely hoping for a second to rest. 
“Again, baby.” 
“Uh uh–”
“One more for me.” he insisted, fingers stilling inside your pussy as the tips massaged your g-spot. “Can you be good again?” 
“I don’t– I don’t know–” 
“Shhh, just relax.”
Yoongi started kissing your face and you did just as he asked, falling limp against his hot body, your sweat clinging to his shirt. When he knew he had your consent, Yoongi picked up his pace a little bit; still mindful of how sensitive you were, but wanting to build up a new orgasm from you. 
“Can you hear how wet you are?” Yoongi teased, and you were glad you didn’t have a heart condition. 
Because you could hear it, and you could feel it too; dripping down your ass and thighs and you could only hope Yoongi’s faux leather couch was easy to clean. 
“I can just throw it out.” he said with a laugh, and you were absolutely mortified you actually said it out loud. “Just do what feels good.” 
“Everything feels good. You feel so good.” 
“Yeah, pretty baby?” 
“Mhmm!” 
“Think you can take some more?” at his question, Yoongi slipped a third finger inside of you, making you whimper loudly. “You like being all stretched and fucked, huh?” 
“Yes, sir!” 
You forced yourself to relax and take whatever Yoongi wanted to give you. Willing your body to forget about the sensitivity and the sting of the stretch, you started to let go of anything that wasn’t pure, unadulterated pleasure. And Yoongi noticed it too, having a manual to your body reactions, able to write essays on how to touch you. 
The hand that wasn’t fucking into your g-spot climbed up your body and found it’s home around your neck and it was enough for your hips to rock involuntarily. Back and forth, back and forth. Fucking yourself on his fingers and rubbing your ass all over his crotch and hard cock. 
“Shit, Yoongi, I’m gonna–” 
“That’s it, baby, let it come.” 
Yoongi pressed the sides of your neck, numbing your brain, making your eyes roll back. His hand was pumping you at a harsh pace as his own hips humped your ass, the flat of his hand rubbing your swollen clit in the same speed. 
You could feel the coil forming in your lower stomach, begging to burst out of you, and you were too gone to think about it, to warn him or guess what was about to happen. When your new orgasm gushed out of you, in wet bursts, your ears were buzzing too hard for you to hear what Yoongi was saying, only hearing the end of it:
“...we go, baby. That’s it, let it out.” 
“Yoongiiiii.” you whined in a high pitched voice and his fingers left your pussy and your neck.
Your boyfriend turned you away in his chest so he could hold you tightly and kiss your forehead, pushing away the sweaty strands of hair. He held you as you cried, overwhelmed with everything, but in the best way. Yoongi kissed and wiped away your tears, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck and grab onto his clothes. 
“Pretty.” he called for you so softly you might have imagined it. “Are you with me?” 
“Mhmm.” you nodded, snuggling him harder. 
“Will you sleep over tonight?” Yoongi asked as if afraid you could say no. 
“‘course, baby.”
That seemed to settle him, hugging you tighter and moving down on the couch so you could both lay more comfortably. You turned in his arms, not minding the mess you just made on the couch and feeling a new mess of his own when your naked thigh rested on top of Yoongi’s. 
That made you whip your head and stare at the dark spot on Yoongi’s pants. 
“Did you cum in your pants?” 
“Don’t sound so surprised.” he groaned with a reluctant smile. “You make me feel like I’m a teenager again, but this is getting ridiculous.” 
You giggled, laying in his chest again. The two of you were quiet for a little while until you spoke again. 
“Hey, Yoongi.”
“Hm?” 
“You could play for the NBA if you wanted to.” 
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Hello! 💞 I'm Polly. Thanks for visiting my blog. I mainly write for Seb and Omi, and I hope to write more in general, but here are my little fics and other stuff so far.
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SEBASTIAN SALLOW
IT'S NOT LIKE ANY OTHER LOVE — 🌼🔪🔥 | In order to cast an unforgivable curse, you have to mean it. So how does Sebastian make himself want to hurt the girl he’s been harbouring a huge crush on? AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • completed
DANGEROUS AND DELIGHTFUL — 🌼🔪🔥 | Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11 • Part 12 • Part 13 • Part 14 • Part 15 • Part 16 • Part 17 • Part 18 • Part 19 • Part 20 • Part 21 • Part 22 • Part 23 • Part 24 • Part 25 • Part 26 • Part 27 • Part 28 • Part 29 • Part 30 • completed
THE DARKER SIDE OF LIFE — 🔥 | Prompt: Body worship with Sebastian, in particular his thighs. AO3 • oneshot
NEAT LITTLE CONTRAPTIONS — 🌼 | Prompt: Sebastian and MC take a fluffy shower together. AO3 • oneshot
WHEN IT RAINS — 🌼🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian and MC caught in the rain. AO3 • oneshot
A DIFFERENT KIND OF KEY — 🔪🔥 | Prompt: Breeding kink with Sebastian. AO3 • oneshot • alternative ending
LOVE LESSONS — 🌼🔪🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian teaches reader how to accept love. AO3 • oneshot
BEAUTIFUL MEMORIES — 🌼🔪🔥 | Prompt: Sebastian is sentenced to Azkaban for six months. When he is released, he finds MC is expecting a child. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • completed
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OMINIS GAUNT
HAND IN HAND — 🌼 | Ominis teaches the main character how to read braille by tenderly placing his hand atop theirs to guide them while reading aloud. AO3 • oneshot
BLIND LUCK — 🌼 | Prompt: MC loses her sight and has to rely on Ominis for guidance. AO3 • oneshot
A NEW FAMILY — 🔪🔥 | Prompt: Ominis gets tired of his family, embraces the dark arts, and murders them. Now, he can start a family of his own. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • completed
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TOM RIDDLE
ARDOUR — 🌼🔪🔥 | Professor Tom helps his favourite student when she comes to him for help after being hit with a strong aphrodisiac. AO3 • Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • completed
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HEADCANONS
Ominis Gaunt Headcanons
Don't think about how Ominis will never be able to see the Mirror of Erised.
Do you ever think about how a female MC reminds Sebastian of Anne?
The link between the Inferi and Anne's curse
Soft Sebastian headcanons
Sad adult!Seb headcanons
Monster boys Ominis and Sebastian
How Sebastian and Ominis would react to Anne's death
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foolishmortal · 1 year
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the muse of history just has to get a look at this human who's been popping up in her scrolls for centuries and getting in the middle of every historical event. and now he's a history professor? what an absolute riot.
and so clio pays hob a visit down at the pub and has a lovely chat, and then casually mentions that, hey so you're dating my sister's ex-husband, huh
and hob is like ?? can't get away from morpheus's family for one godamn second
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harunayuuka2060 · 1 year
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Ace: *pouting* Sensei!
MC: *smiling* Yes, Mr. Trappola?
Ace: You have the most interesting history and you don't even want to tell us!
MC: Ara~ But history bores you, doesn't it?
Ace: No! I really like history! Yes! I love it!
The first-years: Yeah! We love history, sensei!
MC: *chuckles* Professor Trein will be happy to hear that.
MC: Anyway, since all of you are eager to know about my history... Hm... Let's see. Ah!
MC: You can do an investigation.
Ace: Eh? Investigation?
MC: Yes! You've learned a lot of skills and I'm sure that your investigating skills are much better now compared last time.
Epel: But sensei... How are we going to investigate? What materials will we be using?
MC: *smiles mischievously* Ah... Now that's the problem, isn't it?
Ace and Epel: ...
Sebek: *yells* LET'S INTERVIEW SENSEI'S MOTHER!!!!
The first-years: *cheered* Good one, Sebek!
MC: My mom always stays at home. But be sure to behave there, okay?
Jack: Uh... So it's not a problem to you, sensei?
Deuce: Why would it be a problem, Jack?
Jack: I don't know... I feel like Sensei's doing this on purpose.
Professor Trein: Professor MC has already informed me about your home visit to their house.
Professor Trein: I trust that all of you won't cause any trouble because if I receive any reports of mischief, I will make sure to give you appropriate punishments.
Ace: Don't worry, professor! MC-sensei taught us how to be efficient. *grinning*
Jack: Yes. But you haven't applied that to yourself yet.
Epel: *chuckles*
Sebek: We should have a plan and not waste the one week given to us!
Deuce: I agree with Sebek. It's MC-sensei's history we're talking about here, but we don't want it to be vague.
Professor Trein: Just focus on their current life. As for their origins, the different lives they had, it is my duty as a professor to research on that.
Professor Trein: And I will be waiting for the results you will gain from this investigation.
The first-years: Aye, Professor Trein!
Professor Crewel: No. I'm not allowing it.
Professor Crewel: The freshmen will be off-campus and now you want to tag along?
Kalim: They're going to have lots of fun! *whining*
Jamil: I wish to know more about MC-sensei myself...
Riddle: Ace and Deuce needs to be supervised. I don't want them embarrassing themselves in front of Professor MC's mother.
Azul: I'm sure MC-sensei's mom isn't like your mom.
Riddle: *frowns* What did you say?
Professor Crewel: I don't care about your own reasons. You will be all staying here—
MC: *knocks on the door* Sir, may I interrupt your class? I have an announcement to make.
Professor Crewel: Of course, Professor MC. All of you, puppies. Listen to what Professor MC will say!
MC: *smiles*
MC: As you all know, the freshmen will be doing their investigation and I've made a bet with them. If they are able to make a theory about my existence, Professor Trein and the others would have to give them an A-grade mark. However, if they fail... *chuckles*
MC: The sophomores will enter a strict training.
The sophomores: ...
Professor Crewel: Ah. What a nice idea to train the pups.
MC: Indeed, Sir. Hehe~.
Ruggie: Uh, sensei? Is there a reason why you're making this bet?
MC: Nothing in particular. I just feel that I'm being negligent with the sophomores.
The sophomores: ...
The sophomores: Oh shit—
MC's mom: I'm sorry. Our house is too small and I can't accommodate all of you.
Deuce: It's alright, ma'am! The weather is nice here and we can camp outside!
Ace: Yeah! This sure is a nice place!
Sebek: Let's not waste our time with idle chats!
Sebek: Ma'am! Please tell us something about MC-sensei!
Epel: Sebek... Couldn't you ask more politely...
Jack: We've just got here.
MC's mom: ...
MC's mom: Well... I think I might've something that will interest you.
The first-years: What is it, Ma'am? Please tell us!
MC's mom: *smiles* MC was a stillborn.
The first-years: Eh? EHHHH?!!
Sebek: S-Stillborn?!
Ace: But how?!
Deuce: *crossing out the theory of reincarnation on his note*
Jack: Ma'am, you have to explain that to us.
MC: I wonder how the first-years are doing. *chuckles*
Leona: They're probably screaming right now.
MC: Hehe~. By the way, Mr. Kingscholar, you sure are laid-back.
Leona: I'm preserving my energy just in case your dear freshmen lose the bet.
MC: Have faith in them. The task isn't that difficult after all. *chuckles*
Leona: Like I will believe you on that, sensei.
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soundspeachytome · 5 months
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our future lives - shohei ohtani soft au
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trope: childhood best friends to strangers
word count: 5.9k words
author notes: (this will be a bit long so if you want to jump straight to the fic, go right ahead!)
I wrote this in retrospect to the days i spent with my high school newspaper publication team. Recently,  an old friend and org mate from the school newspaper (who i have not spoken to in years) followed me on instagram and it took me down memory lane.
This was a time when a boy who (coincidentally enough, also played for a sports team) used to read drafts of my silly stories and poems of fictional heartbreak and would compliment my writing all the time. He was my best friend until he wasn’t.
This was when everything was awkward, confusing and unsettling; when I didn’t believe love could blossom beyond friendship. And when it was already right in front of me, I chose to run away.
With Shohei Ohtani as my current muse, I write this to close the what ifs our high school memories have left us. And when love finally visits us once again, instead of running away, maybe, just maybe, we’d be able to look at it straight in the face and say, "welcome, I hope you enjoy your stay."
Songs i listened to while writing: (repeatedly, repulsively, and obsessively)
Right where you left me - taylor swift (evermore)
Shouldn’t be - luke chiang
You are in love - taylor swift (1989)
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
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I didn’t feel anything at first but when realization sank, I almost doubled over. A familiar feeling punctured somewhere on the middle of my chest, like a pounding, beating of a drum. While an economics faculty was waiting for me to check out her library card, she chatted animatedly with her colleague and I couldn’t help but eavesdrop. When the words “homecoming”, and “shohei ohtani” were mentioned in one sentence, I almost dropped the books on the professor’s feet.
“I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation… Did you say Shohei Ohtani is coming back…?” I croaked.
“Yes! It’s on the news everywhere. He’s attending his former school’s foundation anniversary as a baseball alum.” She hushed excitedly. She almost looked like she was blushing. 
“Professor, didn’t you graduate from Rosewood High School, too?” 
She and her friend looked at me expectantly, like I’m some sort of Bingo announcer about to shout their magic winning number. I nodded slowly, a small smile formed my lips.
“Wow! You and Shohei Ohtani were schoolmates, then! Were you in the same year?”
“Has he always been so tall?”
“Did he have any girlfriends back then?”
The pair of them launched their questions like an automatic rifle, I swung albeit defensively, and yet I couldn’t duck myself for cover in time.
I shrugged and quietly said, “I didn’t really know him that much, he was always just playing baseball, I guess.” 
Before they could respond, I pushed my thick-rimmed glasses back to the bridge of my nose and went back to my Excel spreadsheets. They said their thank yous and skipped their way out of the library. 
Finally, quiet again. 
Like every typical librarian, one glare from me could snap chatty visitors’ mouths at an instant. I reveled in the silence of my humble workplace, with shelves taller than any average person, filled with books old and new. I could spend hours in the silence, tapping on my computer archives, or shelving books from the returned pile. This is the job of my dreams. Customary, routine, familiar, comfort zone.  
I realized that I have been tapping the letter Y key from the keyboard, lost in thought. I couldn’t believe the words I heard earlier could ever be strung in one sentence, not even in my wildest dreams. I tapped my legs restlessly. It couldn’t be true, could it?
How many popular Shohei Ohtanis could make girls this flustered?
There’s a one-hundred one percent chance that the result is, well, one. 
To preserve my peace of mind, I decided to google him, and when the results showed the rumor to be true, I almost spiraled in my seat. 
Did you know Shohei Ohtani in high school? The words from the two professors rang in my head. 
I knew damn well who Shohei Ohtani is.
Shohei and I have been friends since the day we learned how to talk. We lived on the same block, sat together in class, shared snacks during recess, we’d bicker loudly and fight like the worst of all enemies. According to our mothers, when he pulled my hair after I had claimed his Spiderman lego toy,  I screamed so loud it could be heard two houses down the block. He felt so guilty about it and rushed to peck me on the cheeks so I’d stop bawling. Not sure how accurate our mothers’ anecdotes are, if they had been exaggerated or not, but they said, after that fight, little Shohei had treated the little me sweeter after that. 
On good days, we played swings in the playground. We walked home together and would visit each other’s houses to play board games and Bomberman until it was no longer comfortable to stay in each other’s bedrooms without getting weird ideas.
Upon reaching puberty, I had grown in breast size, started getting my periods and hormonal mood swings while Shohei had grown a foot taller and his shoulders stretched widely. He lost his baby fat and developed muscle definition after playing sports. It was a time in our lives when it was officially awkward to hold hands while crossing the street, or for him to playfully grab me by the neck. If we did, we would get notes from the schoolmaster for indecency.
It wasn’t only the skinship that changed. Shohei grew to be more popular with the girls when he performed well in high school baseball. He was tall, fit, respectful and most importantly, he had a kind smile that would make your heart do a tap dance. And so my heart wore dancing shoes everyday.
While Shohei was busy playing his ball games, I joined the school paper as a news writer. The club meetings took up most of my afternoons then when i used to spend it by waiting for Shohei. By the time he finished practice, I would still be in the school library, either my face buried in a stack of books, or fingers furiously tapping an article on my laptop.
“You can go first. I don’t think I can go home yet, not unless this article writes itself.” I said one afternoon, not looking up. I was preparing an article for the school sports festival, where Shohei was the third-year representative and captain. I heard him walk up to me and braced myself. Tap tap tap.
He set his gym bag and batting equipment on the table and sat on the chair beside me.
“I’ll wait.” He said calmly. He crossed his arms over the table and closed his eyes, as if to sleep. He sat there in silence, baking in the sounds of my keyboard smashing my unnerving thoughts and emotions. 
Suffice to say, I didn’t get anything done after that. The smell of soap and cologne crept up to my nose and his broad shoulders lightly touched mine. Him sitting so innocently with his head on the table was enough of a distraction. It also didn’t help that on my periphery, I knew that he was facing my direction. In the next three minutes or so, I allowed myself to stare at his face: bags under his eyes were slowly showing, his well-defined nose, his mouth slightly agape, with evidence of picking and biting the lower lip skin.
When he startled awake, I scrambled to close the laptop monitor so loudly I thought I had cracked the screen. Embarrassed and face probably beet red, I stood up to leave. He carried all of my bags that day. When I offered to carry his gym bag, he refused.
In the last few weeks of that semester, I had become interim editor-in-chief. Shohei’s games had ended and our deadline for the year-end publication drew nearer. That meant I had made the library my second home like a bridge troll, only allowing brief, important conversations. My entire table was covered with mock newspaper clippings, sample layouts, glue, stacks and stacks of drafts that went through multiple, desperate, bloody revisions. This and the rest of my academic subjects I balanced gingerly on a thin line. Shohei would continue to visit and wait by the other corner of the library, pretending to read mystery thriller books he picked from the shelves. Most of the time, he slept. I never saw him study, even in the library. He didn’t need to as he aces all his subjects while hitting home runs on the field. I always suspected that he astral projects in his sleep and studies inside the realm of dreams. That’s probably why no matter how much he slept, he was still constantly tired. 
In other words, Shohei always seemed like he never had to try. He was good at everything. And I always had to work hard just to be able to stand on the same playing field as he is, at least once or twice. 
One particular day, when afternoon classes were canceled to give way to the club meetings, I was in my usual spot in the library with Zumi, our layout artist and a third-year from class B. We were finalizing the layout design before submitting it to the publishing house. Shohei was in baseball practice and had been MIA from the library all week.
A group of girls suddenly filled the library.
“He’s not here!” I heard one of them say. They noticed Zumi and I chatting quietly in the corner. 
“Hey, you’re Y/N right?” A girl with jet black hair siad. Her skin was white as porcelain. She had retainers on, the ones that looked unfairly pretty on lucky pretty girls.
I nodded.
“Are you Ohtani’s girlfriend?”
“Excuse me?” I blurted out, eyes almost popping out of my eye sockets.
She chuckled. “Right? I couldn’t believe it myself too. I know Ohtani only sees you as his best friend.”
I couldn’t respond right away. It was true but why did it sting so much?
“But they’re always together, I saw her give him a lunchbox during breaks.” A petite girl with a wolf haircut emerged from the sides. She had her arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. 
The rest of the group murmured in unison.
“Our mothers are close friends, so it was natural for us to grow up being friends, too.” I said irritably. Not only was this irrelevant but it was so annoying that a bunch of girls would question her decade-long friendship. 
“I don’t have to spell out the dynamics of our friendship to you.”
“If that bothers you so much, why don’t you personally tell Ohtani’s mother to stop asking me to bring his lunch boxes for him.”
It was quiet for a few seconds. I was afraid that it would escalate into a screaming match or a brawl that could result in us being kicked out���or worse, banned–from the library. The herd of girls glared at me and I glared right back. 
“Um, a-as you can see, he is not here.” Zumi breaks the silence, clearly intimidated but she soldiers on. “And you’re disrupting our meeting.” 
The first girl gives me a pointed look and spins on her heel and the rest follows. 
Zumi sighed in relief. “Oh my god, Y/N, I thought I would experience my first visit to the schoolmaster’s office before graduation.” She rubbed her sweaty palms together. 
I stifled a giggle, anger fading. Zumi’s gentle personality softened me right away. I couldn’t help but smile at her. 
“Don’t worry, Zumi, we don’t start fights but we sure as hell can end them.”
Shohei and I met less and less after that. I had purposely avoided him as much as I could because I still felt upset and he didn’t even have a vague idea about other girls spreading rumors about us. Another reason was I didn’t want to be referred to as “Shohei’s female best friend” anymore. His growing popularity in school made me only slink back down to the pits of the social hierarchy. 
I also wanted to take some time away and contemplate my feelings about our friendship. He’s only a friend I grew up with. We shared meals together and walked home together. He would hug me when I’m upset and I would console him when his anger skyrocketed. These are common best friend behaviors, right? So why else would it suddenly change? Why don’t we ever stay like this forever?
Weeks after my so-called Shohei blackout, I was left alone to clear the table I had claimed in the far corner of the library when Shohei popped in to visit.
The school year had finally come to a close, exams and ball games concluded, and the year-end paper was now distributed to everyone on campus: Shohei’s team pictured on the front page headline, declared as the year’s champions in inter-high school level.
He had a copy of the newspaper in his hand, grinning.
“Nice article, Y/N.” 
“Is it nice because it had your winning face covering the entire spread?” 
“I mean, you finally got an article on the front page!” He was waving the paper to you, pointing at the byline, as if you’ve never seen the layout more than a hundred times already. “Written by– your name! How cool is that!”
“My name is in a tiny font under your 32 font-size on the headline. I promise you, it’s not a big deal.”
“It is for me, though. I read it word for word. I loved it. You’re so good at words, Y/N” his eyes crinkled at the sides and I waved him off, blushing. 
“I’ve seen enough of this newspaper, I think I’m going to be nauseous.” you faked a retching sound.
“I’ve started seeing that damn thing in my dreams, Sho.” You grimaced. “Please hide that from me. Or I will rip it into shreds.”
Shohei giggled boisterously. You immediately swiped your hands over his mouth.
“Sshh! The librarian will hear you!” You looked around nervously, relaxing after realizing the librarian was nowhere in sight. “I don’t want to get kicked out on our last day of school.”
He held your arms away and uncovered his mouth from your hands. “Seriously, though, I’m proud of you. You worked so hard for this all semester.”
“Well, the subject was interesting to write about.” 
“Is that right?” he smiled, mischief glinted in his eyes. 
“”Rosewood’s revival after years of being dormant in high school baseball” was a pretty cool angle to write.” I said. And it truly was. The moment I saw the efforts and hardwork of Shohei and his inspiring leadership setting a momentum into the games, I knew right away that I had to call dibs on the story. 
“Uh-huh.” He was just looking at me, hands still wrapped around my arms, locking me in place. 
“It was a story worthy to tell and I just happened to tell the story. It all just–” I tried to mash my hands together, demonstrating the words synonymous to merging, fusing, blending. 
He pulls me close and rests his hand at the back of my neck. I could feel the snug of his embrace melting me into a puddle. He hesitates but leans in. It was soft, abrupt and merely testing the waters. He pulled back slightly to look at my reaction. I didn’t know what I looked like, but what I did know at that moment, my heart bounced uncontrollably like a basketball. I swear I thought it would burst my chest open. 
When I didn’t react or push him back, he leaned in for another try, this time, with more intent, meaning, and weight on my lips. When we parted, he looked away sheepishly that all I had to do in response to the kiss was to pull him in a tight hug. We stayed like that for a few more minutes because neither of us knew when to let go, or even wanted to. We just stood there relishing our newfound warmth while concealed in between the quiet and that precious corner space that held us. I don’t know how to define this feeling yet… but I could get used to this.  
Nothing further ever happened after that sweet library moment because the next day, we received news that Shohei Ohtani was granted a full scholarship overseas. Thanks to his impressive performance during the last game. Ohtani joked that it was mainly because my frontpage piece was so well-written, it moved the university scouts’ ice-cold hearts to tears.
“You’d be an idiot not to go.”  I was at the kitchen counter of our home, setting the newly baked chocolate chip cookies out of the oven to cool down. It was a Saturday morning and Shohei visited, like any other day. 
“I’d be alone, though.” he was wistfully eyeing the cookies on the wire rack. “I’m scared I might fail and be a disappointment to my dad.”
His arm slowly reached for the cookies but I immediately swatted him away.
“It’s still hot, dumbass.” I gave him the bowl where the cookie dough was originally mixed. He dutifully scooped the remains and popped a finger in his mouth, he grinned, satisfied. 
“You won’t be alone because everybody likes you. And you won’t be a disappointment because you work twice as hard than everyone else. You’re Shohei Ohtani, for god’s sake.”
He doubted but I knew what he was thinking because I was trying not to think about it, too. If this was about the kiss, we can let it go. We can forget about it. It was just a kiss, this was our future and it shined brightly in front of him. It would make me a selfish person to try and block that from him.
“There won’t be a Y/N there, though.” he said, eyes trained to the cookie dough he held. “My best friend won’t be there.”
“I’ll be right here when you come back. Besides, we can always email each other, like we always did in computer class.”
I didn’t tell him this but it also broke my heart to say those words. I will definitely miss him, sure. He’s been a constant presence in my life that once he leaves, it would definitely leave a big hole in my life. 
I wanted to tell him that whatever happened in the library that day will always be etched in my memory as long as I lived, that I wanted it as much as he did, and it hurt to say goodbye to a possibility, to something that had barely even started. If I had told him that, he would’ve turned down the offer right away.
So I didn’t, and so he left. 
Ohtani and I would email constantly during our very first year in uni. He would send me pictures of the new places he visited, food he tasted, with little descriptions every now and then. You knew he was trying to include me in his new life as much as he could. In return, I showed him how I continued my simple, quiet life, how I met new friends at uni, how I ate at new hole-in-the-wall restaurants with the promise that we’d try them out when he returned back home.
Of course that didn’t last very long as life apparently came in between us. Long training hours for Shohei, and newer opportunities showed up in my doorstep as I got a partial scholarship and part-time job as a student assistant.
It went on like that for a very long time as we kept missing each other’s emails. I would already be asleep when he sends his messages and he’d be out in the field by the time I could reply. Sometimes I don’t receive anything at all at weeks’ a time.
One day, after two weeks of radio silence, I heard a girl in the washroom gush about Ohtani’s popularity overseas and how he has gotten a girlfriend. They were pretty serious, she would go on to say. She had long black hair with a pretty slender body, something like his type. 
I stood there, hands dripping wet, listening to something I normally wouldn’t believe unless he confirmed it himself. The thing is, I haven’t heard from him in weeks, so I didn’t have a choice but to believe in the words from the grapevine.
I stopped waiting for his emails to come. If he sent me new ones, I didn’t check. I busied myself in the halls of the library studying, reading and writing, writing and writing my feelings away.
I wrote until my hands got tired, until I spilled everything I needed to forget into paper. Until I welcomed a new love into my life. He was also tall, kind, and cheerful. He respected my time and he loved going to new coffee shops with me. At that point, I was overfilled with joy and contentment that I barely thought about Shohei anymore. In the back of my mind, the chapter of Shohei Ohtani is now closed and my rosy high school life became a beloved, worn out book that I no longer revisited.
Later I learned in life that some things, despite making you undoubtedly happy, could still end horribly.
My relationships turned sour, some of my friendships fell out, but the worst part of it all was when my dad had a heart attack. 
He died six months later. 
It was pretty much autopilot after that. I could only ever handle so much, I don’t think I am as brave as Joan D’arc to handle ten, twenty more scars. Not when two of the best people I loved have left my life. Not when the person I want to run the most to is… no longer there to meet me. 
I was a student intern at the archives section when the post for head librarian was vacated. I’ve already applied to multiple companies in the private and public sectors and kept getting waitlisted but the university hired me on the spot. A week after graduation, I had started my full-time job at the library, and it felt like I was somehow glued back together.
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The cans of beer clinked together as I swayed the black plastic on my way home from the convenience store. Nothing beats a cold can of beer after a full meal. Also because “Shohei Ohtani” is a name I never thought I’d hear again in this lifetime. So much so, that a homecoming sounded so ridiculous that if someone ever suggested that idea to me before today, I would have laughed at their faces. It was an appropriate time to wallow in my drunken thoughts.
Four years was a long time for anyone to change. It was long enough to switch jobs, get promoted, to save up money and travel, to save up money and get married and have kids, or none at all, to study for a new degree, to meet new people and develop romantic feelings for them, to lose such romantic feelings, to forgive and move on, to develop new habits, and it is also long enough for character development if you think your personality needed an overhaul. Four years was a long time apart, a long time to forget each other to even be considered taboo. And yet. 
And yet. 
XXX
My phone buzzed against my jeans pocket. It was a text from Zumi. She now works freelance and designs her own stationery and stickers sold at mega discount stores all over the country.
“You wouldn’t believe what I just heard.” Zumi texted. Even before she could conjure a follow-up text, I responded right away.
Y/N: “Someone’s coming back to town?...”
Zumi: “WUT.”
Zumi: “U KNEW? AND DIDN'T TELL ME #betrayal”
Y/N: “I heard about it a couple of days ago and blacked out after 3 cans of beer. Sorry, Joomi-chan.”
Y/N: “I didn’t drink only because of the news, though. I ate almost 2 KGs of wagyu, too. It was the perfect drink to end the day.”
Y/N: “I ate ice cream, too."
Y/N: “I’m rambling. I”ve been restless since I heard about it.”
Y/N: “I’ll be okay, though. I always have been.”
I was about to put my phone down after the text blasts I sent to assure her when text bubbles appeared. Typing. I waited.
Zumi: “It’s alright to admit you’re not okay about this, Y/N”
Zumi: “He was a big part of your life, who ghosted you, asshole move btw, and his head’s probably gotten too big for his own good. I wonder how he walks around with that swollen head without toppling over.
Zumi: “Also, I’m only saying all of this because my role as Y/N’s only best friend is currently being threatened. I forgive you though!”
I had to laugh. Zumi was always fond of Ohtani and I even back in high school. Whenever she had time, she would join us on our katsu curry runs and hated matcha, while Ohtani and I loved it. She always preferred strawberry. She was the perfect balance in our little trio. And now, she is my voice of reason.
I paused to reread the text. Am I really okay about this? It’s a fairly small town, the chances of running into him are slim, but never zero. And what if I do meet him by chance, what should I do?
Zumi: “Text me when you feel like drinking again. I’ll sneak out and join you in solidarity!” 
Before I could send the cutest peach butt sticker to Zumi, a message from an unregistered number popped up on my notifications.
“Hi, Y/N. It’s Shohei Ohtani. I got your number from your mom. I’m sorry for being abrupt like this but I just flew back from the States and will be spending a few days at home.
Do you want to meet up for some curry katsu for old time's sake?”
Holy hell, I stared at the messages in disbelief. Am I being punked right now? Where is the hidden camera? If the universe is listening right now, please, swallow me whole into the earth right now. 
I clenched the phone hard, against my chest. You are better now. Don’t fumble. 
Tap tap tap.
XXX
I don’t know what had gotten into my head that when I responded a few hours later, had agreed to meet up after work for curry and drinks. Future me would like to smack past me of five hours ago for making a decision like this. 
But here I am now, just a few stores away from the curry place I had suggested for dinner. 
Suddenly feeling conscious, I stopped by a convenience store that had a convex mirror on top of the corner shelves. I swiped lipstick on my lips and powdered my nose. I also bought mints just to play for time. I worked up the courage to text Zumi.
Y/N: So, please tell me I’m doing the wrong thing and I will turn back.
Zumi: What happened?
Y/N: After we texted earlier, Shohei texted me out of the blue and that he’s already in the town.
Zumi: He WHAT???
Zumi: Are you telling me he asked to meet up and you said yes?
Y/N: You should switch careers and be a fortune teller instead.
Zumi: You WHAT???
Y/N: Pls, pls, pls tell me I’m wrong for doing this.
She didn’t respond right away. Her text bubbles went up and down infrequently. I stood outside of the restaurant, in the cold of the night waiting for her response.
Zumi: How do YOU feel about it?
Zumi: If I were you, I, who have witnessed all the carnage all these years, I would do it. I know if you turn your back now, you’d spend another four, five years wondering what would’ve happened if you chose differently. 
Zumi: Don’t try to rationalize it, Y/N. You’re panicking now. But I know in your heart, you want answers. You want this. So suck it up and be a big gworl! 
She resonated exactly how I felt about this. So why was I hesitating?
I walked up to the restaurant and scanned the room. It was almost empty after dinner hours, except for a few white collar workers catching up on late night meals.
And then I saw him. He sat at the back of the room, his back facing the front of the shop. I could recognize those wide shoulders anywhere in a heartbeat. I made a beeline towards him.
He wore a blue polo buttoned up to his chest, creasing at the shoulders as he slouched forward. He looked absolutely different from the memory of the boy who used to carry my bags. His hair grew into thick waves and his cheeks and jawline was chiseled and defined to the bone, revealing more of his handsome face.
He stood up, smiling widely and threw his hands around me, a whiff of his sandalwood perfume and the feel of his hair pressed to my cheek brought everything back: spending lazy days in the library, the night strolls on the way home from school, sharing twin popsicle ice creams, the warmth of his hands intertwined with mine, that last first kiss. I pulled away and he gestured to me to sit down. As we both sat down, I thought, You are always finding ways to get my hopes up. 
We stared at each as I settled down on my seat. For a few moments, I felt the room was charged with cold air. His eyes traced my face making me more and more self-conscious, I had to break the ice. 
“The chicken curry katsu is good here, you know.” I said, as a waiter approached and served us water. “But if you prefer pork, it’s heaven too.”
I sipped the cold water nervously and fidgeted the hem of my plaid skirt. 
“It’s been a while.” I started.
“I’ve been busy.” He started to explain. I hate how he thinks this was his decision, how he didn’t even consider the fact that I’ve been busy, too. “How about you? I’ve stopped hearing about you since…”
“Things happened.” I simplified, but really, I wanted to give him a rundown of how things have more or less worked out okay for me–how I am doing well at my job, taking my Masters, thinking about traveling to Southeast Asia with Zumi, spending time with family on weekends, trying to do pilates at least thrice a month, and catching up with some old friends whenever we got to clear our schedules. How I am, despite his absence, was not entirely miserable. But I don’t want him to think that I am just doing this to prove a point, so I coated a response with the standard, “But I’ve been fine, thanks. How are you?”
“Same old, I’m here for business and something else. I finally got the courage to tell you this now.” He said, finishing up the last of his meal and downing his glass of water before speaking again.
I honestly don’t want to know, I want to order another glass of beer and fall asleep drunk. I want to crawl into my bed and waddle in self-pity at how I’ve spiraled back to square one, of how after all these years, I am still hopelessly in love with this unattainable man, who thinks we are still each other’s best friends after years of no contact. Instead I responded cautiously, “What is it?”
He inched forward and leaned his face on his right hand. “There’s this girl.”
I held my breath and braced myself for impact. 
“There’s this girl. We almost always never stood on the same foot. She hated sports and hated standing in the sun to see me play, but watched regardless because she had to write an article about it.
“When we finally started realizing we liked each other, I received my scholarship grant and moved overseas. If she got mad about me going MIA, I could've explained better to her that I had an accident during Spring training and was in a hospital bed for almost a month. Had she checked her emails, she would know. But she never replied. Ever.
“After a few months, I heard from our friends that she finally got a boyfriend and was in a happy, healthy relationship. I thought, ‘Oh. Good for her! I'm happy for her. Someone near to take care of her.’ but was I really, though? I got myself a girlfriend, too and forgot about this girl for a while.
“But I heard about her dad’s passing and I tried to reach her but I couldn’t. Her home phone number was disconnected, my mom said they moved out of the block and she still won’t respond to my emails.
“I couldn’t be there for her but I thought, “she'd be with her boyfriend. She’ll have someone to lean on. But then her friends said they had broken up long before the incident. She carried all those baggage all by herself? Who did she have to lean on? Was she eating okay? Was she sleeping well? Does she still smile when she watches puppies run around bumping into things?
“It seemed like the timing was never on our side. She was available when I wasn’t, I was free on the days that she was occupied. 
“I’ve always wondered if the universe played some practical joke on the two of us. If somehow, they'd ever allow me the chance to meet her again. I’ve been waiting for her for a long time now.
“Y/N, do you think if I ask her now, she’d finally be as ready as I am to meet her?”
I exhaled and felt my heart pounding. There is the thrum in my chest that felt all too familiar. Have we been missing each other’s chances all this time? Have I been getting on and off the wrong platform, just as much as he did, because we didn’t know what we wanted when we were barely twenty?
“I think you should ask her before it’s too late.” I said, catching myself, still staying on that third person narration. I mulled over the times we constantly missed each other like he had pointed out. He had been there for me when I was searching for myself and what I wanted to do, and I had watched him from afar when he was trying to meet his dreams, to the point of pushing him far away. 
“I’m asking you now. I was always late, wasn’t I?”
His brown eyes bored into mine, expectant, hopeful. “Yes. You were...but you’re here now..." I trailed off, thinking how much shock I was to hear Shohei's speech. I wondered if responding to my real feelings was the right thing to do. He had his accident, my dad's funeral, the miscommunication between us. The sudden falling out. I wondered, if after all this time, someone like me would still be worth restarting over with.
"...and I think, you’re just in time, Sho.” 
He smiled widely, showing the crinkles on the sides of his eyes, he exhaled as if he had been holding his breath all this time.
"Thank god. I was almost certain you'd say no and disappear on me again." he laughed.
Freckles that I've never seen before popped over his nose and cheeks. So much has changed in his appearance but it was the same smile of the boy I love since eighteen.
“I’m home,” he whispers.
“Welcome back,” I said, finally smiling at him, too.
Shohei stands up and offers his hand as we exit the restaurant; I take it and interlace our fingers. For the first time in a long time, the tap dancing of my calloused heart has returned ever so exhilarating, like a lost pulse bringing me back to life. We are catching up on lost time, and for whatever fragment of memory that may have escaped through the cracks, we’ll slowly string them together. It doesn’t matter how many possibilities we’ve missed in the last four years of being apart. The important thing is this possibility, the right here and right now.
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corporatefrog · 11 months
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꒦‧₊ ꒷ HEADCANNONS: team stan reacting to yn being in the hospital✧.*
✧.* tags: superhero au, college au
✧.* Characters: stan marsh, kyle broflovski, kenny mccromick, butters stotch
a/n: i ran into a bit of a wall with team craig but i'm going to give it another go tomorrow!
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Stan:
You send him a text saying you won’t be at the next dnd session because your in the hospital with a broken rib 
Straight up just says “I’m sorry”
Nothing else. He doesn’t know how to talk to people. 
You saw him dealing with kenny dying, he does NOT know what to say
He’s freaking the fuck out though irl. Are you okay? What if you aren’t okay? What is he going to do if you aren’t okay?
He comes to visit you when you tell Kenny and Kyle and they DRAG him into the room
He got you a giant fucking basket of random stuff that doesn’t really apply to you but you appreciate it nonetheless
“Are there any broken rib vitamins in here?”
“Those are a thing? I didn’t realize they made those. I can go grab some right now-”
“I fucking with you, dude. Thank you for the basket :)”
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Kenny: 
You’re talking to him normally, chatting about your day
Then he asks if you want to get pizza, smoke, and watch Rango
“Oh sorry, I’m in the hospital rn so probably not tonight"
"WHAT???"
"yeah my bus was hit by the stampede of cows from the villain attack yesterday"
You get no response
But that’s because 5 minutes later, kenny is standing in the doorway of your hospital room with a slushie from 7/11 in hand
It was the only thing he thought to get you (because who doesn’t love a slushie?)
You’ve got a few bruises and a hairline fracture on your ankle but Kenny acts like you are on death’s door
“Just don’t go towards the light” 
“If you really thought I was dying, you should’ve brought me more than slushie.”
“Should I have brought 2 slushies?”
Becomes your personal errand boy until you’ve recovered. 
Hungry? He’s got your grocery list and a recipe printed out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
Bored? Time for a movie marathon.
Need help with class? He’s dragging kyle down the hall for whatever you may need. 
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Butters:
He was there when you got hurt because you were trying to film a fight and the coon miscalculated his landing spot, landing on a bunch of trash cans and sending a lid hurtling towards you
Obviously as butters, he’d rush over and help you 
But he was PROFESSOR CHAOS
And what is more chaotic than a civilian being included in the battle? 
But this wasn’t any civilian, it was YOU 
And he’ll ground HIMSELF if he lets someone get away with hurting you >:(
He’d shout out a “TIME OUT” which mainly just confuses everyone (as any agent of chaos would do)
But it’s enough time for him to grab you and run away from the fight to his LAIR OF CHAOS where general disarray is able to give you a check up
After working with chaos for a few years, general disarray realized there needed to be someone with medical training so he took a few courses at the community center and now he’s on his way to being a registered nurse! 
Doesn’t stop apologizing even though you tell him it wasn’t his fault. 
Takes all of his stuffed animals from his bed and brings them over to you so you’re not alone while you wait for Disarray to give you the go ahead to go home 
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Kyle
Probably asking why you weren’t in class and you tell him you’re in the hospital
Thinks it’s a joke at first 
But you send him a picture of you hooked up to the heart monitor
The coon had used you as a human shield during a fight with a villain and you ended up getting hit with an energy blast by Solar Flare (bebe’s supervillain persona hehe)
He calls you instantly
“I’m going to kill him.”
“Don’t kill him, kyle”
“Too late. I'm killing him. This is too fucking far.”
“Aw you care 🙂”
“No i just needed a reason to finally put that fucker in the ground.”
“Oh sure, just be mean to the person hooked up to fucking life support”
“YOU'RE ON LIFE SUPPORT?!”
“No, I just wanted to see how you’d react.”
“When i’m done killing cartman, you’re next.”
Spoiler alert: he was joking. 
He brings you flowers and a sudoku probably 
And the notes from the class you missed like the absolute king he is
Talks to the doctor when you get discharged and basically becomes a live-in nurse
“The doctor said you need to limit your screen time while you recover. Do your crossword instead” 
Okay fucking MOM
Just kidding it’s sweet
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sommerflue-22 · 10 months
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Childhood Crush | Muichiro Tokito
Yuichiro version
Featuring: Muichiro Tokito, Yuichiro Tokito, aged up!Muichiro
Content Warning: gn!reader, modern setting, fluff, annoying grade schooler behavior ew, but happy ending (sort of), not beta read
Word Count: 1.3k
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A/n: I just finished my thesis but I'm still waiting for feedbacks from my professor. This is a warm up piece before I get back to my other writings. Still, I hope you enjoy~
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On your fourth grade, the teacher assigned you to sit next to Yuichiro. Being Yuichiro's seatmate was alright, but sometimes he could get a little snappy. Especially when something happened to him during recess (probably couldn't make another kid the "it" while playing tag). So you let him be most of the time.
You didn't know Yuichiro had a twin brother until one day he didn't come to school because of the flu. You didn't pay him any mind but you were shocked when you saw "him" going to the restroom. You weren't exactly his close friend, so you just waited outside until "he" finished.
Afraid and in shock, you paced back and forth in front of the restroom. What if something bad happened to Yuichiro and his spirit had come to haunt you? You were so ready to run to your homeroom class if "Yuichiro" didn't come out in five minutes.
Bless your poor innocent soul because "Yuichiro" did come out. Nothing prepared him for being trapped in a kabedon position by you.
"Teacher said you're sick! Why are you here?!"
"What do you mean I'm sick--"
"I didn't see you the whole day!"
"Huh?"
"You're not a ghost, right?"
He tilted his head, "Oh, I think you're mistaken. I'm Mui. Yui's at home. He is sick."
And that was how you met Muichiro.
You learned that Muichiro was Yuichiro's younger twin brother. He's from another class, but after knowing you he often visited your class to chat with you and Yuichiro.
Unlike Yuichiro, Muichiro was friendlier. He let you braid his hair, lent you his blueberry-scented eraser, and even taught you how to draw Pikachu. Muichiro also let you call him Mui. He told you only his family and closest friends called him that, so it made you feel special.
Mui was a soft boy. You sat with him during recess and talked about random things. Cartoon, what you wanted to be when you grow up, doctor appointment, tooth fairy...
You didn't really know when did it happen the first time, but one day you looked at him and thought "Wow, Mui's really pretty."
You started braiding his long, black hair more often, told him more jokes to make him laugh, drew him a lot (and by a lot, I mean a lot) of his favorite cartoon characters. They were bad, you couldn't really tell which character you drew, but Muichiro always thanked you.
You'd like to think that maybe Muichiro did like you too. He would hold your hand when you both were running down the hallway, playing tag with the other kid. He would also give you random things he found like flowers, marbles, stickers from kids magazines.
You didn't remember every little things that happened between the two of you, but you did remember that Muichiro brightened your days and made your school years more memorable.
By the time you started the 6th grade, though, everything went downhill. A few kids noticed your little crush for Muichiro. However, as we all know, grade schoolers can be a little mean. They started to tease you. You were afraid that Muichiro would find out and stopped being your friends.
The thing was, those little rascals couldn't tell the difference between Muichiro and Yuichiro. Since the fifth grade, the twins had been put in the same homeroom class. Differentiating them became more difficult for kids who weren't their friends.
You were visiting their class one morning, looking for Muichiro. You met Yuichiro instead. You could tell it was him, because he didn't immediately talk about the latest episode of that one cartoon you liked.
"Hi, Yuichiro. Where's Mui?"
"He forgot his lunchbox so he's waiting for our mom--"
"Ew, Tokito! Stop flirting with them! It's not even the first period yet!"
You froze in your place as Yuichiro turned to the kid who jeered at you both. "What did you say?"
"Eh? Aren't you two dating?"
"(Y/N) likes you, Tokito!"
You couldn't meet Yuichiro's eyes as he stared down at you, "You like me?"
"N-no... I... It's not..."
"(Y/N)?" A hand was placed on your shoulder, "Are you okay? Yui, why are you staring at (Y/N) like that?"
You lifted your gaze and sure, Mui was back with a lunchbox on his hand. "M-Mui, I..."
"Oh, shit!" "Oi, language!" "Oh my, I think we got the wrong Tokito twin!" "Does it matter? They look the same!" "Which one do you actually like, (Y/N)?" "Yeah, which one is more handsome?" "You can tell them apart? Cool!" "Pick one, (Y/N)" "Yeah, pick one!" "Pick one! Pick one! Pick one!"
As the kids chanted, you frantically look around trying to find an escape. You were panicking, afraid, annoyed, so you couldn't think straight. You looked at Yuichiro and he looked back at you in (what you thought was) disgust. You turned to Muichiro who was just staring at you, wide eyes, lips parted like he was about to say something.
You couldn't hold it any longer so you just cried, which made a few of the kids laugh.
"(Y/N)..." Muichiro placed his hand back to your shoulder, trying to calm you down.
"Stay away, Mui!"
"But (Y/N)..."
"I said stay away!" You shoved past him and pushed the other kids out of your way as you ran out of the classroom.
Ever since that day, you stopped seeing both Muichiro and Yuichiro. Other kids still teased you but they gradually stopped because they found another target to bug. You didn't even say anything to them during the graduation ceremony, even though you could feel Muichiro's eyes on your back.
Things got better when you started middle school because you moved to another town. A start fresh, exactly what you needed. You thought you would find someone new there, but to no avail, your mind kept wandering back to a familiar pair of mint green eyes and gleeful laugh.
You gave up trying to find a lover, and sailed through high school and first two years of uni without sparing a thought for teenage romance.
That was until you found him, tracing his fingers on the spines of the library books. His hair was still as long as you could remember, the only thing different was the mint green ombre. The library was off-limit for outsiders, so he must be a student. How could you not see him before around the campus?
You realized you've stared at him for too long because the next thing you knew, he was staring back at you.
"(Y/N)?" His eyes widened.
"Uhh... hi...?" You let out a nervous laugh. "Long time no see... uh..."
His eyes softened and his lips quirked up. "It's Mui."
"Yeah... should've known it's you. Yuichiro hates me, so he wouldn't greet me like that."
"What makes you think so?"
"You know... when that happened..."
"Ah, yeah. The fuckening."
Muichiro cursing was something you did not expect, which made you snort. "The fuckening, indeed."
"Don't worry, he doesn't hate you. We were wondering, though..."
"Eh?"
"...which one of us did you fancy?"
You wanted the floor to swallow you whole right then and there. Even though it had been eight years, you couldn't help but blush. Muichiro waited patiently, holding back a giggle as he watched you struggle.
"W-well, wasn't it o-obvious..."
Muichiro tilted his head. He walked towards you and ruffled your hair. God, you didn't even notice how tall he had grown.
"If you're still up for it now... and if you're free... we can grab a coffee. My treat. I'm sure drawing each other deformed Pikachu and Princess Peach doesn't count as a date now."
You sighed, trying to control your heartbeat. Mui chuckled again and waited for your answer.
"Y-yeah, I'd love to."
"Okay." He put his arm around your shoulder and led your hyperventilating ass out of the library.
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A/n: Thank you for reading until the end! This is actually longer than what I was planning, so yay :D I've been thinking about aged up!Muichiro, so cool and pretty and tall and aaaaaaa >.< Anyway lemme know if you want me to write more aged up!Mui because I love him sm T^T
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softestqueeen · 6 months
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let me teach you pt.2
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pairing: Steve Rogers x afab!reader x Bucky Barnes
summary: You are a literature professor at university and your boyfriends decide to pay you a visit and listen to one of your lectures. When they join you at your office, things get a little out of hand…
warnings: 18+ MDNI!!! smut, p in v sex, blow jobs, multiple orgasms, semi public sex, office sex, unprotected sex, breeding, threesome, mmf threesome, manhandling, slight size kink, captain kink, fingering (f receiving), no aftercare
wordcount: 2006 words
a/n: As promised, here is the part 2 of ‘let me teach you’! Enjoy <3
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But soon enough their touches were not as innocent anymore. Bucky’s hand got suspiciously close to your core and Steve let the hand that he laid over your shoulders, slowly wander to your breasts.
When you realised where this was going, you removed their hands from your body and turned around, so you were practically laying on top of Bucky.
You looked into his eyes and started to kiss him. Before it got too heated though, you pulled away.
You thought to yourself “do I really want to have a threesome at my workplace? Even in my office one of my colleagues could want something or just walk in for a chat”, but when the next moment Steve started kissing you, all your common sense was chucked out of the window.
Since you were still sitting on Bucky lap you could feel his dick getting harder underneath you. He gripped your waist and started kissing your neck as he pressed your cunt against his errection. You moaned into Steves mouth and gripped his hair.
You pulled away from them and got up to catch your breath. The short break gave you time to calculate your next move.
The two men looked at you, slightly panting, still sitting on the couch, anticipating what you’re going to do.
You locked eyes with Steve, and he gave you one of his knee-weakening smiles. You went to stand between his spread legs, his thick thighs straining the fabric of his jeans.
You got on your knees in front of him and looked up at him through your lashes. With an innocent smile you palmed his erection through his trousers, earning a needy whine from him. You started to unfasten his belt while he gathered your hair in his hand, making a makeshift ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way.
You freed his already painfully hard errection from his boxers and gave him a few lazy strokes before licking a stripe from his base to his tip. You could hear his breath getting laboured and when you took his head into your mouth and sucked on it he moaned loudly.
Unfortunately you couldn’t be as loud as you wanted, in fear of someone hearing the three of you, so you pulled off of him and turned to Bucky, “Could you please shut him up?”, you told him before adding with a wink, “Can’t have anyone catch us now, can we, Stevie?”
At the mention of someone catching or even seeing the three of you, a drop of precum escaped the blonds slit.
You made eye contact with him, leaned down, and licked up the drop. You pulled away for a second before taking him again, this time deeper, using your tongue to trace the veins on his cock.
Before he could moan again, Bucky cover the blondes’ lips with his own and caught all the moans that could escaped him.
With every bob of your head, you took him a bit deeper, until your nose hit his pelvis and his head the back of your throat. You started to suck on him while going up and down his cock, his thick length throbbing inside of your mouth and hitting the back of your throat.
You could feel him holding your head in place and starting to thrust into your mouth. You let him have his moment of power and moved your tongue over him while he fucked your face.
You could feel him getting closer, his hips starting to stutter and his thick cock twitching in your mouth.
Lifting your hands from your thighs you placed them on his, holding him down and taking over.
You started to deep throat him again, sucking on him and using your tongue to trace his veins. You took away one of your hands and the moment you started to fondle his balls, you could feel him twitching and releasing inside of you, cumming down your throat.
You kept on sucking him off, wanting his high to last, but became slower and slower until you finally pulled off your now panting boyfriend.
When you pulled off him, you could see your red lipstick smeared onto his thick length, now mixes with your spit and traces of his cum.
Just now you noticed how wet you were. Your panties were absolutely soaked, and you were glad you didn’t wear trousers today, because you could have tossed them in the trash now. Instead, you chose to wear a cute skirt today.
You were still kneeling on the floor, so Bucky bent down and pulled you up by the waist. He bent you over the armrest of the couch, so your ass was stuck up in the air and presented to him.
Now you were really glad that there wasn’t a strict dresscode at your university because it allowed the brunette easy access to your pussy, where you needed him the most.
He made quick work of your tights by ripped them, before looking at your now exposed (and completely soaked) panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet, princess!”, he almost huffed before slowly stroking over your clothed cunt.
You let out an airy moan before slowly starting to lean into his touch. But, unfortunately for you, he pulled away from you.
Before you could complain though, he pulled you panties to the side and inserted two of his metal fingers with ease, your wetness being the perfect lube.
You had to press on of your hands onto your mouth to stop an embarrassingly loud moan from escaping your mouth at the feel of his cold fingers pressing into your pussy.
Bucky kept on fucking you with his fingers, slowly adding two more. You were already close, clenching down onto his hands, when he pulled out of you.
You could hear the clink of a belt being unfastened and the sound of a zipper being pulled down.
You let go of your mouth and whined impatiently, but quickly had to cover your mouth again when you felt Bucky pulling your panties aside again and his fat tip entering your tight pussy.
He didn’t waste anytime and immediately filled you to the brim with his cock. Even after he prepared you with his fingers, he felt so big inside of you.
After he gave you a moment to adjust to his size, he almost pulled out completely before thrusting into you again, building up a slow but deep rhythm.
Even though you tried your best to stay quiet it was getting harder and harder, the more he sped up.
Steve was already hard again from the sight of his two lovers fucking. Damn that super solder stamina, he thought.
But he noticed your struggle and got in front of you. You looked up at him, almost cumming at the sight of him fully dressed, head slightly tilted back, cock out, your red lipstick still evident on his length, red, flushed and stroking it.
He locked eyes with you and sent you a smile.
“Wanna finish what you started, princess?”, Steve asked in a teasing voice before demanding, “Clean your Captains cock.” You just nodded, opening your mouth, and letting your tongue hang out, not trusting yourself to form any words, let alone a sentence. Bucky was still ramming into you, getting faster and sending you forwards with every harsh thrust of his hips.
He went to grab the back of your head for the second time that day and slowly inserted himself. Before you got the chance to get used to his inhuman size, he started to thrust into your mouth, fucking your face in earnest, matching Bucky’s rhythm.
Every time one of their cocks pulled out of you, the other thrust back in.
Bucky leaned forward and started kissing your neck. You could feel his hot breath next to your ear, the sensation making a shiver roll down your spine and new wetness rush to your pussy.
Bucky let out a moan, that he quickly tried to muffle by biting into the exposed flesh of your shoulder, when you clenched around him.
Though that resulted into you moaning around Steve’s length, which then made Steve groan.
With every thrust Bucky pushed you onto Steve’s cock and the feeling of your warm mouth around him and the drool he could feel trickling down his balls made his second release come faster than he wanted to admit.
When you felt him gripping your hair harder and his thrust becoming uneven, you sucked him harder and started to move your head over his length, meeting his thrusts.
When Steve felt you moan against his cock again, it was over. He clasped his hand in front of his mouth, muffling the loud moan that threatened to escape his mouth, his other hand pressing you onto his cock, while he shot thick ropes of his cum down your throat.
The sensations became too much for you. Bucky still relentlessly thrusting into you, his hot breathing next to your ear, Steve holding you down onto his length while he came down your throat, it was just too much!
With a shout around Steve’s still leaking cock, you came, clenching around Bucky who bit into your shoulder again, but didn’t halter his thrusts.
After Steve pulled out of you, Bucky let go of your shoulder and leaned back. He pulled out off you, earning a whine, before flipping you over and swiftly entering you again.
Before he started to fuck you though, he lifted you up by grabbing your waist, his cock still snugly nested into your pussy.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against him, and started kissing whatever you could reach. You kissed his shoulder, his neck, his face.
He sat you onto your desk, your hips on the edge, before he loosened his grip on your waist to gently press your body down on the table. You loved it when one of them manhandled you like this, it always reminded you of their strength when they easily moved your around like you were a bag of feathers.
He slowly started to thrust into you again, picking up his earlier pace in no time.
Your legs were on either side of his waist hand he had a bruising grip on the base of your thighs, where thigh meets ass.
He suddenly let go of your thighs but reaching underneath them so your legs where over his arms, before gripping your waist again.
“Lift those pretty hips for me, love. You’re doing so good for me, our pretty girl”, Bucky told you while filling you over and over again with his fat cock.
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer, the heat in your belly starting to feel like a fire, as he grabbed your waist even harder for better leverage.
At this point, only your head and shoulders touched your desk and by the way the brunette’s thrusts became sloppy, you knew he was close too.
The new angle made you see stars and you fell over the edge.
Bucky was quick enough to cover your lips with his, muffling your screams of ecstasy and his own groans, with a hypnotising kiss.
You could feel him shooting ropes of his cum into you, filling you up impossibly more.
When you both came down from your highs, he pulled out of you and placed your legs back on the floor. He pulled down your skirt again and combed his fingers through your now tussled hair.
As you stood upright again, you could feel his cum drip into your underwear, now definitely ruining your panties.
After the you decided that you all looked presentable enough to leave, you packed up your things while trying to calm your heartrate.   “Well, if this is how we always end up when you visit me at work, feel free to visit me at any time”, you said with a wink, making the three of you laugh before you left the room, eager to go home.
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