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neoheros · 4 years

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kuroo, akaashi and tsukishima checking out the same girl.

you’ve been helping karasuno a lot lately in their club related activities, something that you’ve learned to grow accustomed to since you realized that getting involved with them means that getting to be around them indefinitely.

at first it was kiyoko inviting you to sit in while they practice and then bringing you along to actual matches, and they just got so used to the fact of you being there that they’d insist you tag along whenever schools would invite them over for week long trainings.

that’s when you’d met nekoma and their interesting volleyball team. it did alarm you however how much nishinoya and tanaka would hover over you and kiyoko, you knew they meant well but it made you jumpy at times.

the training for the spring tournament was intense, and you were startled at how everyone was so in depth with their games, but you figured it wasn’t really karasuno if they didn’t give it their all.

you’ve found yourself following tsukishima around, he insisted that he calls it a night and heads back to cool down from all that practice and you tagged along with him to get some rest as well, but what you didn’t anticipate was getting stopped in your tracks as kuroo and bokuto from the other teams insist that he help them out with blocking.

he told you to head back on your own but you assured him that you didn’t mind sitting in and watching as the three schools practiced together.

“uh, hey! would you mind helping me out with this?” yaku from nekoma politely asked you and you notice the shy smile he had as if he was reluctant on asking you. you send him a nod, softly grinning as he shows you how to put up the lighter bags on top of the gym balcony.

kuroo looks your way, quick to notice you tucking your hair behind your ear as you heaved the heavy bag on your chest, a grin he doesn’t even realize falling on his face as he intently stared. your shirt was almost riled up, revealing the small skin of your stomach whilst on your tippy toes.

he blinks, sweat trickling from his forehead and the redness in his cheeks set as he tries to shake the thoughts that you sparked up.

that doesn’t stop him from eyeing you down one last time and noting the beads of sweat that ran down your neck and thigh, softly breathing in deep breaths before scattering his glance to anywhere else.

akaashi is drawn out by yaku’s voice the minute he called for you, his eyes softly following your figure as you gave him a smile and agreed. he darted his eyes away the minute you turned around to lift up a bag, the small of your back being revealed in the process.

he inhales a soft breath, looking back at you and letting his gaze go from your toes to your head. the sweat on the nape of your neck as you put your hair up enough to send a chill down his spine.

his face was unbothered but anyone looking close enough to spot the sweat building up on his temples and the gentle tucking of the inside of his lower lip would be certain of what he was thinking.

tsukishima is silent but the way his eyes trailed to you when you stood on your toes made a shiver go down his spine. his stare is intense, a light haze surrounding his thoughts as his gaze fell on the pulling of your shorts.

he lets out a silent exhale, pushing his glasses up in attempt to hide the barely visible burning in his face.

the ball in his hand falls to the floor with a soft thud, and you turn around at the noise.

you push your hair back, straightening your shirt as you finished helping yaku, “you guys good?”

“yup,” kuroo smiles at you, “just fine.”

“i’ll be here,” you say, “call me if you need anything.”

the three of them felt a mixture of emotions, things they’d rather not get into in front of you. volleyball was hard enough as it is with their increasing drowsiness but now that you’re their in the gym close to them— well, it was safe to say that they were in it for a difficult night.

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aghasexxy · 5 years

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Wrong Assignment | Im Jaebum

MY FIRST REQUESTED ONESHOT! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT @jaesbbyg 🥰😊

Pairing: Reader x Im Jaebum

Words: 2,707

Genre: Smut

Warning: Dirty Talk/ Dominating/ Spanking/

Summary: you have always had a pretty intense crush on your college professor Im Jaebum. Often times you would write out your unholy fantasies in your notebook. They were for your eyes and yours alone. Until they weren’t anymore.

It was the beginning of the new semester at my university in Seoul when I first saw him: Im Jaebum. He was assigned as my college algebra instructor and I was grateful for it too. It makes it better that I’m good at math because all I do when I get to his class is just stare at him. Hard. His button up shirt with a plain black tie and dress pants was just enough to make me drool for the whole two hours I was there. His muscles protrude nicely in his white button up and the sleeves are always rolled up halfway so that I can see the veins around his beautiful hands and forearms. His eyes were the most beautiful dark brown I had ever seen, piercing even. Whenever he addressed me I had to look away for fear of getting lost or saying the wrong thing. And, like any major taboo crush, I wrote out all my fantasies of him in a journal. My journal. I have to keep it separate from my other college ruled notebooks because I can easily get them mixed up. I’ll label it one of these days.

Monday morning was all a blur. I woke up 15 minutes before my math class after failing to set my alarm to an earlier time. The late nights are really starting to get to me. I jump out of bed, do all the basic things like brush my teeth and wash my face, grab my math journal and run out the door. I would really regret not eating but it was better than being super late.

“Alright class please turn in your notebooks with the assignments from last week!,” Professor Jaebum’s voice booms throughout the massive hall of 60 of us. We pass our notebooks to the end of our rows and down to his desk. “Remember if you get more than 10 wrong you automatically fail the assignment and you don’t get a redo,” he strolls back and forth, peering up at us as if we were lambs to the slaughter. “We almost spent an entire month on this lesson so you all better ace this,” he locks eyes with me and I shudder. “or you’ll be seeing me next semester.” I look down at my desk. Jesus that stare could knock me out.

I get home just in time for lunch and have a few hours to kill before my night class so I spend that time catching up on The Vampire Diaries. I log into my Netflix ready to binge my life away when I here my email notification go off. Confused I open it up. The name PROFESSOR JAEBUM stares back at me in bold caps. I open the email:

Good afternoon Y/N

I am still at my office. I would like to talk to you about your assignment that you turned in today. Would you be able to stop by for a bit?

J.B

I raise an eyebrow and begin to type out my response:

Good afternoon Professor,

Yes I’m available. I will make my way over now

Y/N

I send it and pack my bag. Did I do the assignment wrong? I’ve never gotten an email like this from him before. I get up, not even bothering to change out of my tank top and adidas gym shorts. My anxiety starts to peek and I get anxious. Oh dear god I hope it’s not bad.

I nervously walk up to his office and knock on his door. I clench my fist tight, waiting for a response. “It’s open,” he says on the other side. I turn the knob and open the door. He’s sat behind his desk, his tie loosened and his first two buttons on his shirt undone. I swallow hard and avert my eyes. “Have a seat Y/N.” His voice is cold and stern. It made me nervous. Kind of aroused but mostly nervous. I smile awkwardly as he just stares at me. “So you wanted to see me?,” I shrug and ask softly. He smirks and stands up, my notebook clasped firm in his palm. “I just wanted to go over your submission with you if that’s alright.” I nod slowly, confused as to what this could be. He opens my notebook and stands up. “The first problem I asked you to solve was to simplify 3log3(-5),” he walks behind me and places my notebook in front of me. The moment my eyes see the page my stomach drops. There, I’m purple ink, was my entry about him. One of my most explicit. I almost scream curses at myself. I gave him the wrong notebook. His palms meet the table as he waits patiently for my response. My throat goes dry and I struggle to speak. “I can expla-,” he taps his finger on the first line of my entry. “Read it.”

I scrunch my face in confusion. “Wait what?” He snickers softly to himself. Suddenly I feel warm breath on my neck and I gasp. “Read what it says,” He says, his voice smooth as velvet. I rub my thighs together cursing myself internally. Now is definitely not the time to be aroused. I pick it up and start to read. “I imagine that he is the type of guy who is dominate. Like a “bend you over the knee and spank you” type of dom,” I feel his finger move my hair behind my ear swiftly that I shudder from the feeling. “Keep reading,” he says softly. I bite my lip and continue. “I also imagine that he likes to tease but at the same time keep going with the same pleasurable action…”

“Even if I beg him to stop from the intense feeling.”

I swallow hard and look at him. He finishes my sentence and I could feel myself become faint. “H-how much of this did you read?” I ask nervously. He smirks. “Almost all of it,” I gasp and bury my face in my hands. “I-I’m so s-sorry sir! I gave you the wrong one.” He scoffs and shakes his head. “Yeah no kidding Y/N.” I grip onto my notebook and stand up, my eyes staying glued to the floor. “I’ll be going now,” I attempt to walk past him but he suddenly grips my forearm and yanks me back into his chest. “Look at me Y/N,” I squeeze my eyes shut and shake my head. I feel his hand hold my chin and lift it upwards, encouraging me to look at him. “Open,” he says harshly and I wince. I open my eyes and they immediately lock onto his. He looks at me as if he was starving and laid eyes on what he’s been craving all along. His pupils are so large that his eyes look more black than brown. “P-professor Jaebum?” He lifts an eyebrow and pulls me in closer. The air between us is next to non existent at this point. “What do you want right now?” His voice low and smooth sends tingles up and down my back. “I really think I should go,” I say softly. I can tell by the smirk growing on his face that not only did he not believe me but neither did I believe my own words.

“But you don’t want to, do you Y/N?” I feel his arm snake around my lower back. “You sure you don’t want me to,” he looks at my notebook and snickers. “bend you over my knee and spank you?” Before I can even respond he sits down on his desk, spins me around and lays me across his lap. He groans deeply. “Is this why you showed up to my office in these shorts?” He grazes his fingers over my ass cheek. “You ass looks so perky in these,” he leans down to my ear. “I want them off of you.” He yanks them down abruptly. I gasp at the sudden action and squeeze my thighs together. He moans again. “Pink lace panties,” he clicks his tongue. “And you really thought I’d let you walk out of here with these on.” His hand comes crashing down on my bare ass and I suck in a breath at the burning strike. Not only did it hurt but it felt so good. I lift my ass a little and shake it for him. He snickers. “That’s a good girl,” he grazes his fingers again and I giggle at the ticklish sensation. “Do it again please,” I ask politely and bite my lip. Another strike echoes throughout the room and I throw my head back at the pleasurable pain. “You like that Y/N?” I shake my ass some more. “Y-yes Professor,” he smiles and forces me to stand up. He grabs me by my ass and lifts me up so I’m sitting on his lap. He buries his face into my neck and I moan from the feeling of his lips on my damp skin. I shudder and moan with every wet and needy kiss from him. His arms are wrapped around my waist to keep me from moving away from him and I love it. I run my fingers along his undercut and suck in a breath once he licks my neck from my collar to my chin. “Uhhh sir, that’s so g-good,” I moan out. He grabs my ass cheek hard earning yet another needy moan from me. “You’ve been wanting this for soooooo long, huh Y/N?” I nod quickly. “Yes sir.” He smacks and jiggles both of my cheeks. My panties get damper with every passing second. “You gotta tell me what you want princess.” I bite my lip. “I want you to play with my pussy sir.” He lifts an eyebrow and sits up a bit. He pulls me into his chest again, our eyes locking onto each other. He reaches behind me, slipping his hand into my panties. I feel his fingers slip into me with ease and I gasp at how long they are. He sees the look on my face and smiles. “Like that?” I nod quickly, too turned on to speak. “Fuck you’re so wet princess,” he starts to move his fingers agonizingly slow. “Do I make you this wet all the time Y/N,” he asks in a sing-song like tone. “What a naughty girl.” He picks up the pace and fingers me harder and faster. “Getting wet like this while I give a lecture must be torturous huh?” I throw my head back in ecstasy. “F-fuck!” I moan out as he picks up the pace. Keeping me in place, he rips his fingers out abruptly. I look at him, a panting mess. “wha-,” I start to say but he picks me up and places me on his desk. I look at him as he loosens his tie. “One thing to know about me Y/N,” he sticks his fingers covered in my juices between his lips and sucks them dry. My thighs mesh together again. “I’m a kinky bastard. And your little entries did not help tame that side of me at all.”

He unbuttons his shirt, his rock hard abs and pecks glistening from the light cascading from the window behind us. He throws it behind him and the shirt is caught on the doorknob. He grips me by my waist and yanks me to the edge of the desk. His intoxicating cologne hits me like a tidal wave when he stands between my thighs. His piercing eyes burn into mine as he lifts his fingers to his mouth. He spits on the tips of his fingers and brings them down between us. Not once did he break eye contact with me. I gasp when I feel them press hard against my clitoris. He starts to rub me slow, stars overtaking my vision. I throw my head back overwhelmed by my little bundle of nerves being pleased so slowly. He grips my head and forces me to look back at him. “Don’t you dare,” he says picking up the pace. The circular motions intensify and I moan loudly. “I want to look at your pretty face contort the closer you get,” he gets closer to my face. “I wanna hear you beg and whither away by my hand,” he licks my lips before giving them a soft peck. He presses his fingers harder against me and I whimper. Stars and birds dance around my head and I can barely think straight. “Mmmm just like that,” he kisses me hard, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth to pull slightly. I take my hands to his hair, trying to give my trembling hands something to do so that I’m not tempted to reach down and stop his actions. His kisses alone have me pooling along with his fingers and I can hardly breathe anymore. “S-s-si-sir I’m go-gonna…,” he picks up the pace again making me moan out loudly. “What was that Y/N?,” I scream out as he rubs me harder and faster. The boiling in my stomach begins to reach its peak and I try to hold it in.

At the last minute his finger switches positions and goes right under the hood of my clit and pushes upwards at a rapid pace. I scream out. This new positioning of his fingers is absolute bliss. My clit is absolutely defenseless and I am living for the feeling. My legs begin to convulse and shake. “Uh-uhh o-oh my g-god baby...y-yo-ur f-f-fingers…,” I struggle to speak as he keeps the pace and pressure. He kisses my neck again as I cry out. “Sir please…” he doesn’t stop. I grow weaker and weaker the longer he goes on. I lay back against his desk struggling to catch my breath. Another orgasm begins to build in my stomach and I whimper. He snickers at me in my weak state. “Look at you,” he sticks his middle finger inside me and presses his thumb onto my swollen clit. “My fingers have you falling apart,” it doesn’t take long until my orgasm hits me again and I scream. I reach down and grab his hand. I start to sit up and look him in the eye. “P-please,” I croak. “I-I can’t l-last lo-onger,” he leans in and plants a passionate kiss on my lips. He stops, opens his eyes, smirks and whispers “well that’s too bad now isn’t it?”

With that he sticks two more fingers in me and begins to power drill me. I scream out, gripping the back of his neck. I throw my head back unable to comprehend the pleasure I was receiving. He gets me off hard and fast with his fingers and my legs begin to shake again. A new feeling begins to boil inside me and I am far too weak to fight against it. “Ahhhh f-fu-fuck b-baby, ke-keep going!” He goes deeper, grazing my gspot. All of a sudden the desk and floor are soaked beneath me. My professor, The one I’ve fantasized about almost everyday, just made me squirt for the very first time. I scream and yank his fingers out of me, immediately closing my legs. I lay under him, a whimpering shaking mess before him. I shudder as he caresses my arm. “Sweet girl,” he cooes. I look at him with hooded eyes. “I-I can’t move.” He smirks. “Allow me.” He grabs me, encouraging me to stand. “You should bring your journal around more often Y/N.” I chuckle softly, looking down again. He brings his face down to mine. His lips mold perfectly into mine again and a melt all over again. I feel his teeth tug my lips and stop him before it escalates. He looks at me confused. “What’s wrong baby?” I shudder at him calling me that. “I should probably go. If I don’t then this won't end,” he cocks an eyebrow and smirks. He grabs me by my thighs and I instantly wrap my legs around him. “What's so wrong with that?,” he lays me back on the desk slowly, sending wet kisses all over my chest. “We have all afternoon.”

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