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cheolism · 1 year

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study break

✧ yoon jeonghan x afab reader

✧ summary: jeonghan decides to take a break during your study session as the library.

✧ wc is 2.9k

✧ warnings: smut, minors dni. public sex, library sex. oral, fingering. teasing, he's slightly mean. pussy slapping. after-care and kissing, innuendos. admiration of his hands bc ig i have a thing for hands. he pockets your underwear.

✧ request: requesting jeonghan smut please! i really enjoy your works! thank you for writing these :)

“Baby,” Jeonghan called, his voice breaking your concentration. You hummed in response, not looking away from your textbook. When he called your name you glanced up to see him pouting, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What’s up?”

He had his textbook closed, a single notecard poking out of it and marking his spot. You had been pleasantly surprised when your boyfriend agreed to go to the library to study with you, even more so when he actually brought along his things and opened his notes and book.

You weren’t implying that Jeonghan was a bad student, of course. Jeonghan was just the type of person who, infuriatingly, didn’t need to study. He got good grades most of the time without even opening his notes.

So Jeonghan tagging along to study with you was just a little surprising, because he didn’t need to and never did put much effort into studying. You supposed you couldn’t be too surprised that he was the first one to stop between the two of you.

“We’ve been studying for hours,” Jeonghan whined, peering over at you. His eyes were impossibly sweet and round, seemingly the picture of innocence. “I know you want a break.”

You shrugged, going back to reading. “I’m okay. If you want a break, you can go ahead and take one. Don’t let me stop you from taking a rest.”

Jeonghan was quiet after that, leaving you alone. He began shuffling beside you, and you fought the urge to look over at him. Looking at him, you had found in your few months of dating, was just encouraging him.

From the corner of your eye you could see him reach down beneath his chair, picking it up with him still in it. Then, in one great move, Jeonghan hopped closer, slamming the feet of the chair down on the ground.

“Jeonghan!” You gasped, startling. “You’re lucky we’re in a cell.”

A cell, as it was rather unaffectionately called, referred to a series of small study rooms at the back of the library. Some had windows, though they were always filled. The walls had recently been painted red for productivity, but that still didn’t take away from the sense of imprisonment you got whenever you stepped foot into a room.

Jeonghan just shot you a look, wiggling the chair closer to you until his knees were brushing against yours. “Just wanted to be closer to you is all, sweetheart.”

You shot him a weary look, not verbally challenging him. Jeonghan took his phone out of his hoodie pocket, and you watched as he opened up his messages.

Figuring he was done messing about, content now that he was touching some part of you, you went back to your book. Still you couldn’t help but be hyper-focused on that one point of contact between you and Jeonghan, how the warmth of his body seemed to seep through his knee and spread into you.

When his hand lowered to lay on your thigh, you couldn’t help but flinch a little in surprise. He squeezed your thigh, apologizing underneath his breath for startling you.

Jeonghan’s fingers drew your attention like little lights in the dark, your eyes falling to them naturally. His hands were one of the first things that caught your attention, back when you two were just classmates. You had walked into the room, eyes falling onto the exceedingly beautiful man in the third row, spinning his pencil around his fingers.

His fingers were long and thin, no softness to them. They were knobby and crooked, and you loved them. You loved how they felt entangled in your hands, how they felt sliding through your hair, combing it out. And you loved how expertly he used his hands, whether it be playing the guitar or spinning a pen, or reaching deep inside of your cunt, thumb rubbing down on your clit.

You blinked before frowning at yourself. Jeonghan was just touching you, just had his hand innocently laying on your thigh. There was nothing dirty about it, and yet here you were, daydreaming about his fingers stretching you out, palm grinding down on your clit; his fingers reaching up, wet from your juices, pinching your nipples.

Jeonghan sighed from beside you, bringing you out of your indecent thoughts. You watched as he turned his phone, opening up a card game.

Going back to your textbook, you forced yourself to put the weight of his hand out of your mind. You ignored how his hand shifted so often, fingers flexing against the meat of your thigh.

You stared at the illustration in the textbook. Marcus Aurelius. There’s nothing sexy about the fall of Rome, nothing remotely sexy about Stoicism philosophy, nothing remotely sexy about the shape of Jeonghan’s fingers, the weight of his hand, the memory of his hand pushing down at your hips, forcing you still against the bed as he grinded the tip of his cock against your slit, taunting you.

When his hand shifted on your thigh, there was no way you could ignore it. Not with how in-tuned you were to him. You refused to watch as his hand slowly slid, dragging, the tips of his fingers coming to rest inside your thighs.

“Jeonghan,” you warned, voice stern in an attempt to disguise how horny you were.

He shot you a look, raising his eyebrows. “What?”

You gave him a half-hearted look at his look of innocence, knowing him better than to believe it. Still you went back to your textbook.

Nothing in the world, however, let alone Stoic philosophy, could keep your mind away from Jeonghan. You stared at the page, useless against the feel of his hand creeping. When the tip of his forefinger brushed against your pussy through your underwear and sweats, you couldn’t help but, pathetically, clench.

Neither of you said anything as Jeonghan’s fingers wedged deeper between your thighs, his fingers brushing over your clit. You were quiet, staring at the text on the page, as his fingers repeatedly, softly swiped over your clit through your clothes.

You were so warm all of a sudden. Your shirt seemed oppressive, your pussy hot. His fingers never stopped brushing over your heat, aimlessly, mindlessly, as if he truly didn’t mean to slide his fingers down your cunt.

Finally, you swallowed, looking up from the text. Jeonghan turned, meeting your eyes. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

His fingers didn’t stop moving against your cunt. Instead they slotted between your thighs completely, fingers pressing through your sweats, tips of them burying into your cunt while the side of his forefinger bore down on your clit.

A loud, long whine escaped you. You closed your eyes, mouth falling open. Jeonghan cooed at you, removing his hand from your heat. As soon as he did, your eyes flew open, looking at him in betrayal.

“Aw,” he reached out, hands framing your cheeks and squishing your face. “How cute.”

“Jeonghan,” You whined, pouting. Your boyfriend loved cute things; kittens, puppies, Boo Seungkwan, you. He loved it when you acted pathetic and desperate, and you weren’t above giving him what he wanted. Especially when it could end with his fingers buried to the knuckle in your pussy.

“Sorry for distracting you,” Jeonghan hummed, reaching and brushing back your bangs. “That was so mean of me. You can go back to studying now.”

Your mouth parted in surprise, feeling completely cheated. “Jeonghan --”

He shushed you, mimicking your pout. “Don’t worry, baby. Just go back to studying.” “Jeong --”

“Study.” He said again, though this time his voice was slightly more strict. He moved away from you, pushing back and away from the table. You watched as Jeonghan braced one hand on the edge, slowly lowering himself to his knees. He stopped, however, once he noticed you still watching. “I said to study, baby.”

Helpless, but your pussy clenching around nothing as realization shot through you, you looked back at your text. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jeonghan going beneath the table. Then you felt his hands settle over your knees, squeezing, before crawling up your thighs.

“Up,” he commanded.

You leaned back, bracing yourself on the chair. Jeonghan’s hands, those sly, clever hands, quickly hooked onto the waistband of your pants and tugged them down your thighs. He then grabbed the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down to join your pants, and then completed the journey until they were around your ankles.

His hands returned to your knees. He pressed them apart. A small sigh escaped you as you complied, baring your pussy for his eyes.

The air that rushed against your cunt had you clenching, cold compared to the heat that had been generated from your cunt and trapped by your pants. A spike of shame shot through you at how obviously aroused you were.

Jeonghan let out a soft breath of air, the gust of warmth hitting your thighs and causing you to instinctively clench them. “So wet already, hm? Is this all just from studying?”

“Jeonghan,” you whined, feeling heat rise up to your cheeks at his tease.

He laughed softly, hands kneading your thighs in apology. Then he was wedging his shoulders between your thighs, holding them open, One of his arms wrapped around you, hand settling on your lower back and pressing your forward. His other hand went to your cunt, fingers ghosting over your opening. Your soft noises filled the room as he teased your opening. His touch, or the ghost of it, made your hair stand on its ends and your brain scramble, empty except for the want, the need, for his fingers inside of you.

“Jeonghan,” you begged, canting your hips forward. He pulled back, leaving you grinding against air. “Jeonghan, Hannie. Please.”

“I don’t see you studying,” he taunted. His face appeared from between your knees, a soft little smirk on his face. He moved his hand, the one that hadn’t been between your legs, to brush back his hair behind his ears. “Get to studying like you so desperately wanted to do.”

A loud sob escaped you, tears rising to your eyes. Jeonghan just sighed at the sight. “You’re going to make me feel like this is all my fault, sweetheart.”

You moved to the edge of the chair, legs still spread. You braced your elbows on the table, peering down at the textbook. The text was all muddled, the face of Marcus Aurelius blurred through your tears.

Pleased, Jeonghan took pity on you. With a murmur of good job, baby, his hands went to your inner thighs. His fingers dug into the flesh, nails piercing your skin. He hooked his thumbs between your pussy lips, bearing you for him once more.

“Why don’t you read your book to me, sweetheart,” Jeonghan inquired sweetly, as if you couldn’t feel his breaths against your quivering pussy, as if you weren’t soaking the chair with your need for him. “Wanna know what you’re studying.”

He was such a liar. Both of you knew he didn’t give two fucks about Stoicism philosophy or Roman leaders. Jeonghan was just doing this to be mean, to be a tease.

Regardless, you took a deep, quivering breath. “‘In order to -- to achieve telos, virtue is needed. In this instance virtue relates to human reason and the --”

A horribly loud moan escaped you as Jeonghan ran the flat of his tongue over your entrance and clit, gathering your juices. His tongue went to your clit, focusing on it, laving over it and worshiping it. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, toes curling. Slurping noises came from your boyfriend as he slurped and ate at your cunt.

Jeonghan pulled away from your soaking cunt, which was pulsing with need clenching around nothing in desperation to be filled. He placed a kiss against your thigh, your pussy juices that had smeared around his mouth wetting your skin there. “Keep reading, baby.”

Whining, you shifted, hands going to hold your hair and clench it in an effort to ground yourself. You took a deep breath. Your pussy clenched. You couldn’t find it within yourself to be ashamed of the slick that pulsed from you, feeling it slide down your cunt.

“Diogenes Laertius said that virtue is when --” Another sob escaped you as Jeonghan’s mouth reattached to your cunt. He drank from your pussy like it was a fucking elixir of life.

He pulled his mouth off of your cunt just enough to murmur, his lips brushing against your cunt lips, “Don’t stop.”

“He says that virtue is when, quote, a soul has been fashioned to achieve agreement in the whole life, end quote.”

One of his hands released your cunt from his grasp. You sucked in a breath, anticipation curling your fingers and toes. His mouth went to your clit, sucking meanly on it, and one finger prodded at your entrance.

“Please --” You gasped, thighs jumping at the intrusion. “Jeonghannie --”

He withdrew, a horrified sob leaving you. Then there was a sharp stinging sensation over your cunt as he slapped it. You jumped, thighs snapping shut around Jeonghan in surprise. He wedged himself further, hand going to lay flat against your cunt in warning. “Did I say to stop reading?”

“No --”

“Then don’t stop,” he warned. His hand swatted at your cunt, though less severely. “Gotta get your studying in, sweetheart.”

A curse bubbled out of your throat, but you swallowed it back. You couldn’t help but sniffle, releasing your grip on your hair to wipe at your eyes.

There was silence. Then, from under the table: “Color?”

You couldn’t help the wet little giggle that escaped you. “Green, Hannie.”

He hummed. “Keep reading, baby.” Then Jeonghan’s mouth was back on your slit, the loud noise that accompanied his suck so lewd that you couldn’t help moan in response.

Two of his fingers returned to your entrance, dipping in to the first knuckle. Sensing he was waiting, you licked your lips and began reading. “‘To develop one’s reason to perfection is to not only live in the best condition for a human being, but . . .’”

Slowly, with his mouth working at your clit to take away any discomfort, though you were drenched enough to where there was none to be had, Jeonghan sank his fingers inside of your cunt. Your pussy eagerly accepted them, clenching around his digits in an effort to accept them further. Once they sunk all the way, his fingers brushing on that sponge deep within you, Jeonghan began working his fingers; stretching you, assaulting your walls, focusing on your g-spot.

He was relentless with it. You knew he could bruise your cunt with just his fingers from experience, knew he could use his fingers just as well as his cock. And he did. Jeonghan’s mouth kissed and suckled at your clit as his fingers slammed into your g-spot, milking you for what you were worth.

The tension that had been building in your stomach was rapidly beginning to mount, stomach tightening with it. You couldn’t read anymore, your eyes tightly squeezed shut and soft little moans leaving your lips. Your hips grinded towards him, eager, seeking out the pressure that his fingers willingly provided.

When the tension snapped you had to bite down on your lip to muffle the shriek. It was deafening, almost, your release soaking exploding from your cunt and drowning you in pleasure.

When you came back to consciousness, it was Jeonghan holding you. He had your face pressed against his stomach as he stood before you, hands combing through your hair. Jeonghan was murmuring sweetly to you, and when you finally tilted your head up towards him, he was wearing a soft little grin.

“Hello, sweetheart,” he greeted. Jeonghan ducked his head, pressing a kiss to your lips. You sighed into the kiss, letting your eyes flutter shut again.

His mouth was red and puffy, you noticed, when he pulled away. Jeonghan’s eyes, however, were shining. He pressed a kiss to your temple, your hair, and then stood back up. “Think it’s time for us to go back home.”

You nodded, agreeing. Jeonghan pulled away from you, hand moving to pull at your ear affectionately. You watched as he gathered his supplies and put them in his backpack before returning to yours. He hovered over your textbook before laughing. “Think this Stoic guy has ever seen a person eaten out in a library before?”

Feeling heat rush to your face, you reached out and slammed the textbook shut. “His name is Marcus Aurelius.”

“Oh,” Jeonghan cooed, gathering your book and putting it in your bag. “So I guess our little study session was helpful.”

You swatted at him, causing him to laugh. Jeonghan then knelt beside you, his knees cracking. He grabbed your underwear, soaked, and began using it to wipe your thighs.

“Jeonghan!” You hissed, hands reaching out to stop him.

He shrugged, pulling away further. “They’re already drenched in your pussy.”

Jeonghan then put your underwear in his hoodie pocket. You wondered if you would ever get them back. With careful hands he guided your feet into your sweatpants, sliding them up your calves.

Then he helped you stand, your knees weak. The two of you traded kisses as he tugged your sweats up your legs.

Making a face, you pulled away. “I feel disgusting.”

Jeonghan pressed a final kiss to your lips. “Well let’s get you home and on the bed.”

“Don’t you mean in bed?”

He smirked then, eyes dark and twinkling. “No. No, I don’t.”

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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Charles + medical au(?) + Fluff comfort

Medical | CL16

⸺ Charles misses you and he won't measure efforts to see you. ✓ mentions of injury.

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It was a slow day at the clinic, much like every Wednesday, you come to notice. You were super tired from the routine you've come to get used to, early classes during the morning, then study sessions to get your studies done before rushing to the hospital three times a week, the other three days you went to the clinic, an opportunity you got with a friend to experience a bit more of the medical field.

And though it was great for your grad life, it was actually hard for your love life.

You've been dating Charles for almost two years now, and he was always very supportive of your career, much like you were with his. He would make time, and plan cute dates whenever you were together and free at the same time, and when your school would let you, he would fly you to be by his side.

With the added internship at the clinic, it got harder, and you haven't seen each other for almost a month now. He was busy with racing, Ferrari meetings publicity stuff, and you were busy with school and internship.

So Charles decided to surprise you at the clinic where you were working that Wednesday after he got some days off. With the help of Pierre, he faked an injury to get there and find you. He had everything planned perfectly, he only forgot that you weren't the only person working there, and he found himself too deep on his lie back down.

That's how he found himself in the small individual side of the emergency room waiting for a doctor to collect his blood and run some exams. If Pierre was there he would be laughing his ass off at the fact that Charles was about to let someone have his blood taken, just for the sake of his surprise.

Thank goodness though, he didn't have to get that far, because you were the intern assigned to take his blood, and the second you turned the corner and saw the mop of chocolate hair your eyes went wide.

"Omg, Sharl, are you okay?" you ran to his side in the blink of an eye, holding his face between your hands and frantically looking for signs of sickness.

Charles gave you a toothy grin, "surprise!"

"What do you mean surprise?"

"I mean surprise, as in surprendre!"

"I-" you dropped your hold on him to put your hands on your hips, attentively looking at your boyfriend.

"Don't be mad. I just wanted to surprise you," he smiled. "And I talked with your boss, she just forgot to tell the guy at the reception and the nurse that it was a fake sickness, they almost drew my blood and ran tests on me," he ranted and Yn laughed.

"You're lucky I love you and missed you like crazy," you whispered before smashing your lips together in a loving kiss.

Charles held you close finally feeling at home after a month away form you.

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strawbsj · 2 months

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Been thinking about sub nerdy minji being needy so the reader eats her out till she's squirting and pussydrunk

Omfg this is so😵‍💫 I lowk have something for nerdy and sub idols🫣🤫

Nerdy girlfriend!

Warnings: public sex?, squirting, orgasm eating, lowkey corruption kink, minji is inexperienced, dom reader and sub Minji!

Omg because imagine you both are in one of those private rooms in library, And poor baby been so needy the whole morning, she couldn’t concentrate in her classes and in her morning study session. She was too shy to ask you could you eat her out and in PUBLIC?!?!?

She couldn’t maintain eye contact and stuttered while speaking, fiddling with her hands and playing with the hem of her shirt nervously.

“C-could y-you eat m-me out?” She asked in the most innocent tone ever, her eyes filled with embarrassment.

That sentence went straight to your core and you were dripping for her, the way she was looking at you too embarrassed and shy made you want to ruin her and show her how much pleasure she could get.

“Poor baby, been so needy for me! I would love to eat you out!” You faked a pout while coming dangerously close to her making her breath hitch, and your hot breath fan to her glasses making them fog.

The fact that you knew nobody has ever went down on her or even laid a finger on her made your eyes full of lust and desire.

You drew a heart on her foggy glasses while placing a kiss on her cheek, you could hear how her heart was pounding insanely fast.

You placed the skirt a little above her belly button, her panties were cute baby blue colored with a smiley cloud in the middle.

You hissed at the sight “love your panties baby” you teased with a grin on your face, she covered her face with her hands too embarrassed by her underwear choice.

Your hands found their way to her thighs securing them in your grip, your face going between her legs licking a stripe above her panties, you barely have done anything and she let out a high pitched moan. poor baby was dripping😰

The way she is pleasured by nothing is so fucking hot to you. You gently took off her panties throwing them to the side and licked a looong stripe from her hole to her clit, sooooo slow. Making tears form in her eyes, your tongue found its way to her hole, letting it go as far as it could go. Earning a moan louder than the one before it, your tongue slowly started thrusting in her hole. It was difficult to move since her walls were tightly squeezing your tongue.

Your tongue went to her clit sucking it harshly, her breathing got heavier and she let out a loud sigh of pleasure, you parted her folds with your two fingers, pounding your fingers in her tight hole while sucking on her clit harsh and fast. You did all of that while maintaining eye contact and seeing all of her expressions and sounds she let out. She was close to her climax and her moans got louder and breathier “you want to make them hear, how good I’m fucking you baby?” You asked, she let out a low hum and you smirked, your pace grew and her hole was clenching and unclenching uncontrollably and not long after her orgasm washed over her. Your fingers got pushed by her liquids, you fucked your fingers throughout her climax.

Slowly you pushed your fingers out, licking her juices off your fingers. Your mouth found her inner thighs, leaving wet and warm open mouth kisses. While rubbing her thighs slowly and comfortingly.

You went and kissed her nose, “you did so good for me baby” you complimented her, earning the cutest and shyest smile from her.

You had wipes in your bag so you cleaned her up before both heading home, hand in hand.

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demonicbaby666 · 2 months

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Hi, can i request oral sex for mommy!regina x reader w degradation kink ? regina receiving

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Fandom: Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Regina Mills x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 1.1k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, degradation, oral sex, face-sitting, mommy kink, squirting

From the start, you knew Regina liked control. Her throne was not left in the enchanted forest. Instead, it lived freely in all her presiding actions and orders. You knew that nothing could stand in the way of her regal sovereignty. And from the very first time she looked at you, that ordinary spring morning, you knew from the puckish twinkle in her eyes and the sudden conviction in her stride that her sights were set.

That very night she brought you to her mansion, her goals clear: to break you down, claim you as hers and mark you over and over till you were melded to perfection. By the time you lay bare for her, watching as her tongue darted out to wet her lips and her eyes grew a smokey shade of oak, your body was already coloured purple and shades of red. The plethora of bloodied stains littering your supple skin were studied over and over again by lust-bitten eyes, revisited by puckered lips, and grazed between gnawing teeth until finally, the branding session met its end with a final pop.

Regina bore no discomfort in uttering how she planned to destroy you, whispering into the shell of your ear every minute detail she could spare, how she would tear you apart, how she’d fuck you over and over until you’d beg her to stop, how she’d ignore your wishes and mercilessly take what she wanted from you till you’d fall limp and see black.

As the details grew more vivid and the scenes were painted clearer in your head, your body grew to be more reactive. Regina would only have to slide a finger between your legs, give you the slightest bit of attention, and you’d have come on the spot. Of course, the older woman knew this, which is why she did the opposite.

Hovering above you, Regina redistributed her weight from elbows to palms and pushed herself up. Smearing the evidence of arousal over your stomach, Regina straightened her spine to straddle you comfortably.

The pride in her eyes was evident as the sound of your dejected whine filled her ears, each corner of her lip curled, soon revealing a glossy row of pearly whites. With little care and no regard for your moping, a demanding hand brushed the side of your neck and gripped tightly to a heap of hair. There was little warning or time to adjust when you were urged down the bed, your hips a bustling mess as they brought more and more of the bed linen with them on their descent.

What greeted you was a mouthwatering sight. The musky aroma drew you in and tempted your tongue to dart out your mouth; knowing better than to act without permission, the muscle did not stray further than moistening your lips. You waited patiently, looking up into chestnut eyes that held none of the impatience you were sporting. Regina's control was unfathomable and often deterring, but you held firm and awaited instruction.

“Such a good little doll for mommy,” she drawled, polished nails raking through your hair. “Now put that slutty mouth to use, mmh?”

It was everything you’d expect, from the bitter tang to the delicate undertones of honey—perfection. The taste of Regina was something you knew you’d never tire of.

You drank it in slowly, teasing the sensitive area with languid brushes of your tongue, never quite getting close enough to where you would be most appreciated. Only when the grip in your hair grew insistent and demanding did you place your lips around that hidden gem and draw it into your mouth. The thanks the older woman let out was worth the pain of her sudden deathly grip. Her moans sounded like the call of an angel: low, breathy and shaky.

“I knew it,” Regina moaned, pushing you further into her cunt, hips moving to ride your tongue. “You are a dirty little whore."

You unabashedly moaned into her cunt, the vibrations giving way to a whole other sensation the brunette thoroughly enjoyed. Thighs tightened around your head, muffling the collection of sounds coming from above you, but you didn’t care when you could see them as much as you could hear them. Plump lips were permanently set apart, taking in rushed breaths as Regina’s chest rose and fell accordingly.

‘Take from me what you want. Use me. I am entirely yours’ is what you might have said had words not failed you, had your mouth not been preoccupied. Instead, you became intent on portraying your message by worshipping Regina’s sex with measured licks and calculated sucks.

It wasn't long before she was slipping, her control dimming like a burnt-out flame. Her hips movements spluttered, her thighs shook, and her moans shrilled. But the woman above you would not give into submission so easily. This was her playground, and you were her plaything. There would be no other way.

One of the hands holding Regina’s thigh was urged up to cup a heaving breast. You palmed the soft mound in your hand, tweaking a nipple and marvelling at the way Regina’s back arched, and another whine tumbled out her gaping mouth. A line of sweat formed above her brow, a droplet running down from her neck to the valley of her breasts. The salty smell of exertion it was taking to hold her orgasm back filled the air, only slightly discernible away from the beckoning smell of her heated sex.

“More,” she demanded, digging her nails painfully into your scalp, pushing her pussy further down onto the bottom half of your face. You could scarcely breathe, nose nestled in coarse hair, mouth hellbent on tipping Regina over the edge.

You worked faster and redoubled your efforts if only to draw more moans from the woman above you. You didn’t care that your lungs were constricted or your head felt light. All that mattered was Regina's trembling, her getting louder and, ultimately, closer.

Hand over her breast, you tweaked a nipple between your thumb and finger, tight enough to send a jolt of pain through Regina’s system, something you were happy to find out she liked. With the finishing of one long drawn-out stripe of your tongue, you sucked Regina’s clit back into your mouth and ran it between your teeth. She fell apart, eyes shut, spraying her juices over your face, squirt dribbling down your chin.

You drank her up, tongue delving into the source, unafraid to continually pleasure Regina through the entire length of her orgasm till she was near screaming and lifting her hips away. Her grip loosened in your hair, fingers combing through loose knots instead.

After heavy breaths turned light, Regina slid off you, planting her back on the mattress beside where you lay breathlessly. She turned, placed a hand over your flushed cheek and smiled, bright and genuine.

“You did good, baby,” she said, closing the space between your bodies and giving you a passionate kiss.

“I did?” You asked, suddenly shy and self-conscious.

Regina’s smile only grew wider, her hand sliding down to the juncture between your legs. “Yes, now let mommy make you feel good, sweet girl.”

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spooky-dumb-ass · 6 months

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“Disgusted at the fact I care”

jealous leona for my s/o (again).

anyways thanks to @strawberryecosystem for helping me with this.

He walked alongside [reader] after finishing a long history class, they were speaking about something he vaguely paid attention to, although he wishes he did. The way they carried themselves, and every move they made piqued his interest, he found it refreshing to see such straightforwardness, in optimistic contrast to his own views- Dragging him out of his thoughts he realized Malleus was approaching [reader] to his annoyance. Leona watched as he drew closer with a shit-eating smirk (it was in fact not a shit-eating smirk but a grateful smile toward readers' assistance). “Good evening child of man, I wanted to extend my gratitude toward you, for helping me during our extremely productive study session the other day,” Malleus said to [reader] as he handed them a binder and a few books.

He watched as reader's laid-back attitude switched up in a matter of seconds to become more energetic compared to their behaviour with him. “Oh! It was nothing really haha…” They replied with a humble smile to which Malleus took a small bow and gave him a short glance before he started walking back in the opposite direction. The stark difference in their attitude caught him off guard but what was even more shocking was that he cared about it. He didn't understand why there was a difference.

Looking at them both made him want to gouge out his eyes, and he felt the need to hate [reader] before it was too late, they made him afraid of the fine line between ‘stay’ and ‘go away’. He turned to look at [reader], expecting them to have a head-over-heels, love-struck look as Malleus walked away but to his bloody surprise, they seemed relaxed if not relieved.

[Reader] was about to return to their usual ranting but was interrupted, “What's with that look?" Leona asked. [Reader] stared at him with a confused look on their face “What do you mean?”

“Y’know the relaxed little thing y’did as soon as that prideful bastard left”

“Oh! that, yeah it's just tiring talking to people, although, that’s not the case with you though. You're honestly so much easier to be around!”

Leona’s world froze for a moment as he felt a huge weight lift off his shoulders, hell, he felt like he could start tearing up.

“Why did you stop?” they turned back confused.

“Huh- whaddya mean? you're the one walking fast really, I didn't stop”

“Woah okay, Jungle Prince! Can't walk faster than a herbivore? Some predator you are”

He raised an eyebrow before smirking at their reply.

“Well, show me your skills because you'll need them.”

He gestured at the time to which [readers] eyes widened as they walked hurriedly towards their class.

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amourane · 15 days

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HIHI I WAS READING ONE OF YOUR FICS WHEN I CAME ACROSS YOUR BLOG AND WOW YOU WRITE SUPER GOOD. And I wanted to send in a request if that’s cool with you! here I go!

Could I request Sirius Black with a Male! (or GN! I prefer a male reader if that’s fine!) S/O who’s very tall and is really popular around the school? bonus if they dress in alternative and emo/scene clothing ? maybe for starters, the reader likes sirius a lot and they buy him drinks, snacks, etc bc they don’t rlly know how to tell him that they like him? and then confesses randomly during one of their little hang out sessions ??

I understand if you can’t do this or anything, feel free to decline this if you’d like! thank you so much and have a good day/or night.

and what if i do?

pairing: sirius black x gn!reader

genre: fluff!

w/c: 1k

summary: you and sirius black were enamoured by one another and everyone was just waiting for you to admit it.

warnings: none!

a/n: thank you so so much for the request! i tried to write it the best as i could, i hope you enjoy <3

There were many things that piqued Sirius Black’s interest but you were the most important. He didn’t know why he felt so drawn to you. Maybe it was the way your hair fell in your eyes or the way your laugh seemed to echo off every wall in the room or maybe it was the way whenever you looked at him he felt his cheeks flush a subtle pink. Whatever it was it drew him towards you as if he was a moth to a flame.

Sirius Black didn’t get crushes often but when he did fall he fell hard and that’s exactly what happened. He had approached you with the notion of copying some of your notes for Charms at first but when he saw the way your lips curved into that dreamy smile he forgot what he was going to say.

There weren’t many times he went speechless yet whenever he was confronted with you nothing but a spew of incoherent mumbles would slip out of his mouth before he would disappear from embarrassment. His friends had teased him relentlessly at his newfound crush, mocking the way he would turn into a blithering idiot in front of you.

Unbeknownst to Sirius you had just a big of a crush. Every time he approached you you couldn’t help the grin that would tug at your lips. You had fancied him for a while and it made butterflies shoot in your stomach whenever his cheeks would dust in that pretty pink shade.

You wouldn’t consider yourself popular by any means yet the majority of Hogwarts begged to differ. You never knew why so many people liked you but you guessed you drew attention to yourself in the best way possible. Your friends had tried to get you to understand the influence you had but you often found yourself zoning out to think about a certain boy instead.

It wasn’t long before Sirius finally mustered up the courage to talk to you without stumbling over his words. You simply watched the curly headed boy nervously try and initiate a conversation, a smile playing at your lips. It was out of character for the Sirius Black to act this way but you enjoyed it.

From then on a friendship blossomed. The two of you bonded over late night conversations and shared interests. The attraction between the two of you only grew stronger and everyone in Hogwarts knew about the mutual feelings you both had for each other, everyone but you and Sirius it seemed.

It was in the late hours in the evening that you bumped into Sirius Black alone. You had been aimlessly walking back to your dorm after a study session in the library when you turned the corner to meet the face of the Gryffindor.

“Hey Y/n, mind if I join you?” Sirius greeted you with a smile and the familiar expression made your heart flutter.

You couldn't help but return the smile, the corners of your mouth curling upwards. "Not at all. What brings you wandering the halls at this hour?"

He shrugged casually, falling into step beside you. "Just needed a break from the chaos. James was plotting another disastrous way to get Evans’ attention and I really couldn’t take anymore of his ranting. Plus, I figured I might bump into you." He threw you a flirty wink and you felt your own face heat up.

In the few weeks that you had known each other Sirius Black had definitely warmed up to you. Gone was the nervous nature, now replaced with a more flirty, more playful Sirius Black. Not that you minded of course.

“Well it’s good that you did. I’ve been meaning to give you something.” You produced a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans from the depths of your pocket, holding it out to him with a sheepish grin. "I noticed you like these, so I thought I'd grab you some.”

Sirius accepted your gift with a chuckle. “Merlin Y/n, with all these gifts you’re going to make me think you fancy me or something.”

You didn’t think it was possible to get any hotter.

It was true. You had been showering Sirius with gifts, from chocolate frogs to bottles of firewhisky. It seemed as though your pockets were endless as you gave him a new present every day with a grin on your face. His reactions were your favourite. The bright smile and twinkling eyes. You loved the way he would look at you and it simply made your heart pound.

It started out when you had planned to ask him out with a bag of fizzing whizzbees in your hand but you chickened out last minute and simply shoved the sweets in his hand before darting away. Ever since then you had bought gifts in hopes that you would eventually tell him how you felt.

“What if I do?”

The words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to even think about what you said. Sirius stilled. It was too late to take the words back now so you might as well go through with it.

“What if I do fancy you? Would that be a bad thing?”

Sirius’ eyes widened and you saw the way his expression was momentarily caught between shock and disbelief. You held your breath hoping that the pounding of your heart didn’t give you away.

But then, to your relief, a slow grin spread across Sirius' face, his eyes alight with amusement and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"Well, in that case," He said, his voice low and tinged with a hint of mischief, "I suppose I'd have to say I fancy you too."

The world stopped. Your heart leaped in your chest, a surge of euphoria coursing through your veins. A feeling you couldn’t describe consumed you and you felt as though you were dreaming.

“You do?” You croaked out in disbelief still not fully registering what he just said.

“Of course I do.” Sirius grinned and now you could see the blush that had made its way onto his face. “Godric, how could I not Y/n? You’re smart and funny and just…just really fucking incredible.”

His words allowed warmth to flood into your body and you beamed at him. Without another word, you leaned in, closing the distance between you as your lips met in a sweet and tender kiss. And as you melted into each other's embrace, you knew that you wanted to stay with Sirius Black forever.

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binilpol · 8 months

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Playboy!Sunghoon x tutor!Reader

Y/N had always been the studious type, diligently maintaining her high grades and reputation as the school's top student. But when her teacher assigned her the task of tutoring Sunghoon, the charming playboy of their school, she couldn't believe her luck. She had secretly nursed a crush on him for ages, and now she would have the opportunity to spend time with him outside the usual school corridors.

As the day of their first tutoring session arrived, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves. She meticulously prepared her study materials and tried to steady her racing heart. Sunghoon's reputation as a flirt and heartbreaker was well-known, and Y/N didn't want to become another name on his list.

When Sunghoon arrived at Y/N's house, his charisma filled the room. His casual confidence made Y/N's heart skip a beat. They settled down at the study desk, textbooks open, but Sunghoon's flirting started almost immediately.

"Y/N, you have such kissable lips," he commented, his voice low and suggestive.

Y/N blushed furiously, feeling her heart race. She stammered, "W-We should really focus on studying."

But Sunghoon wasn't deterred. "I can't help it," he confessed with a wicked grin, "when you look so good." His playful advances left Y/N feeling both flustered and tempted, but she was determined to stay focused on their task.

As the tutoring sessions continued, Sunghoon's relentless flirting persisted. Y/N couldn't deny the chemistry between them, and each teasing remark tugged at her heartstrings. Yet, she remained steadfast in her commitment to her role as a tutor.

"Sunghoon, please," she implored one evening as his compliments and advances became more intense, "We need to focus on studying."

Sunghoon chuckled but respected her request, at least for the moment. "Alright, Y/N, we'll study," he agreed with a sly wink. "But I can't promise I won't get distracted."

Despite the undeniable attraction simmering between them, Y/N and Sunghoon managed to keep their tutoring sessions productive. Y/N cherished the moments they spent together, but she also understood the importance of restraint.

One evening, after an intense study session, they closed their textbooks. Sunghoon looked at Y/N with a sincere smile. "You know, Y/N, you're amazing," he confessed, his eyes softening.

Y/N's heart swelled with emotion. "Thank you, Sunghoon," she replied with genuine warmth, touched by his words.

Their connection had deepened over the weeks of tutoring, and the attraction between them remained undeniable. Yet, they both realized that there was more to their relationship than just physical desire. They were drawn to each other on a deeper level.

Despite Y/N's best efforts to maintain her composure during their first tutoring sessions, Sunghoon's relentless flirting finally broke down her defense. One evening, as they sat at the study desk, he leaned in even closer, his eyes filled with desire.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice a soft whisper, "You have no idea how badly I want to touch you right now."

Y/N's heart raced as their faces drew nearer, and in a moment of weakness, she gave in to the electric tension between them. Their lips met in a passionate kiss that sent shockwaves through her body. It was a kiss filled with longing and pent-up desire, a testament to the chemistry they couldn't deny.

When they finally pulled away, both were breathless, their gazes locked. Sunghoon couldn't help but tease her, his tone playful. "Well, Y/N," he chuckled, "What a productive tutoring session, huh?"

Y/N blushed furiously, realising that they had strayed far from their initial purpose. Yet, as they laughed together, it became clear that their connection had taken a new turn—one that neither of them was eager to resist. Their tutoring sessions may not have been productive academically, but they were certainly forging a different kind of connection, one that held the promise of something deeper and more profound.

As Sunghoon left Y/N's house that night, they exchanged a meaningful glance, their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. They knew that they were treading on unfamiliar territory, but they were also willing to explore the depths of their connection, one step at a time.

This was so bad omfg💀

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cheesemonky · 3 months

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Chapter 4: Leave My Heart For Scraps

Pairing: bsf!hyunjin x reader (college au)

Series Masterlist

Word count: 1.7k

Summary: Boys come and go, but you don't know how long this has been going on. You date, you break up and then you're running back to your best friend for support. Little do you know, it's more than support he wants to give.

The afternoon air was crisp, and the sunlight painted a warm glow on the bustling street. But there was still that lingering sense of irritation from the morning. As you entered, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and you spotted Yeonjun sitting at a corner table, engrossed in his textbooks.

"Hey!" he greeted with a bright smile, his eyes lighting up as he saw you approaching. You returned the smile, the tension from the previous day's events slowly dissipating. As you settled down and opened your books, there was an unspoken agreement to focus on the task at hand — studying. The study session progressed smoothly. Yeonjun proved to be an excellent study partner, and you found yourself immersed in the material. Between discussions of coursework and shared laughter over study-related jokes, the atmosphere became increasingly comfortable.

As the day unfolded, you couldn't help but appreciate the stark difference in dynamics between Hyunjin and Yeonjun. The simplicity of your interactions with Yeonjun felt like a breath of fresh air, a departure from the complex web of emotions that had defined your recent experiences. During a break, Yeonjun looked up from his notes, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Hey, do you want to go on a proper date sometime?" he asked, his words hanging in the air. The question caught you by surprise. Was Hyunjin right? Could you be getting yourself into a risky relationship again? The question hung in the air, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. You looked into Yeonjun's eyes, recognizing the genuine intent behind his words. Part of you wanted to say yes because he was such a nice person. Another part of you wanted to accept just to spite your best friend.

"Yeah," you replied, a smile forming on your lips. "I'd like that." Yeonjun's face lit up with a grin.

"Awesome! How about this weekend? We can grab dinner or do something fun — whatever you're in the mood for."

“Sounds great.”

The anticipation for the weekend date with Yeonjun lingered in the back of your mind as the week progressed. The simplicity and genuineness of your interactions with him were a welcome change from the complexities that had defined your recent experiences. Yet, there was a small voice within, echoing Hyunjin’s words of concern. Could you be diving into something new too quickly? As the weekend approached, you decided to set aside those doubts, determined to enjoy the evening ahead.

Yeonjun arrived at your date with a casual charm, a smile playing on his lips as he greeted you. The two of you decided to start the evening with dinner at a cosy restaurant known for its delicious cuisine. The atmosphere was light, filled with laughter and easy conversation. It felt as if you were getting to know each other on a deeper level, beyond just classmates or study buddies. After dinner, the evening spiralled nicely as you and Yeonjun explored the city. The city lights twinkled in the night, creating a magical backdrop for your date. Whether it was stumbling upon a street performer, trying out desserts at a local food truck, or simply strolling through a quiet park, each moment felt like nothing you had experienced before.

"I'm really glad we did this," he said, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the atmosphere around you. "It feels like we're on the same wavelength, you know?" The sentiment resonated with you, and you found yourself nodding in agreement.

"Yeah, it does," you replied, a genuine smile on your face.

As the night drew to a close, Yeonjun walked you home, a sense of contentment lingering in the air. The date had been everything you needed — light, enjoyable, and devoid of the heavy emotions that had characterised your recent past. As you stood at your doorstep, Yeonjun hesitated for a moment, as if contemplating something.

"Can I see you again?" he asked, his eyes earnest. A smile tugged at your lips.

"Of course," You replied, genuinely looking forward to the prospect. As the days unfolded, you and Yeonjun continued to spend time together. Whether it was grabbing lunch, studying together, or simply enjoying each other's company, the connection between you two deepened. The initial doubts you had harboured began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of comfort and companionship.

However, as your bond with Yeonjun grew, the space between you and Hyunjin seemed to widen. The strain in your relationship with Hyunjin continued to grow, and it became increasingly evident that he was grappling with a mix of emotions. Frustration, concern, and perhaps a hint of jealousy were all simmering beneath the surface. Your attempts to bridge the gap and maintain the friendship were met with subtle resistance. Conversations became more guarded, topics that were once shared freely now felt like walking on eggshells. Hyunjin's body language spoke volumes – averted glances, brief replies, and a noticeable discomfort whenever Yeonjun's name was mentioned. It seemed like every interaction was laden with unspoken tension. But Hyunjin knew that the dreaded day was soon to come.

If only you had noticed. If only you had tried to notice. You would’ve seen how long he’d been waiting. All the things he’d put himself through just so you’d feel at least an ounce of what he felt for you. But not all things can work out well. Sometimes he has to remember he’s not God’s favourite. All Hyunjin can do is watch and listen as you introduce Yeonjun to him. He wants to feel angry at both of you, but you look too good together. Likely better than he would’ve looked with you, he thinks. He was taller, his face giving off a radiance one could only dream of and a presence that could put even the angriest of people at ease. His fist clenched on its own as, through the corner of his eye, Hyunjin saw Yeonjun’s arm slink around your waist to pull you closer. They way your laughs harmonise was the only thing he could focus on. The amount of things he would tell him if they were alone. How he’ll never know her like Hyunjin does.

“Hey, you good?” You asked out of concern, your voice as sweet as usual.

“Yeah, you’re looking a little pale.” Hyunjin’s unwarranted anger only boils hotter as Yeonjun speaks. He doesn’t know, it’s really not his fault, but he just can’t help it. Nodding once, he replied.

“Yeah, ‘m fine. Just a little light headed. It’s whatever.”

“Do you want me to go to the infirmary with you? I don’t mind.” You suggested. That was a good idea, he thought. He could let himself cool down with the one person he really cared about.

“I’ll come with you both. In case.” Yeonjun butted in. Hyunjin thinks that, didn’t feel so strongly about her, they could’ve become great friends. Another him would’ve liked that, he thought. But this Hyunjin just wants him to leave. To leave and never return.

“No it’s fine, you have a class, and my next one is in a few hours. I’ll catch up with you later, okay babe?” God, she was the most perfect angel in

his eyes. It was like she could read his mind. He smiled curtly at Yeonjun as he made his way to the infirmary with you, but not before Yeonjun managed to kiss her cheek. Hyunjin didn't know what was worse, the fact that you seemed to like it or that he had to watch it. Though, when the two of you left, it was a quiet walk, quieter than your usual conversations. It’s mainly Hyunjin’s fault, pushing you away like that just because you got another boyfriend.

“You’re looking a bit better now. Maybe you just needed some fresh air, hm?”

“Probably. Thanks for offering to come with me though.”

“You’re my best friend, I had to.” Best friend. Nice words, but still not what he wanted to hear.

“So do you like him?” Right. Best friend. Best friends talk about other men.

“I don’t think he’s good for you. I’m sorry.” Hyunjin blurted out. You went quiet after that. Maybe you shouldn’t have asked a question where you knew you weren’t getting the answer you wanted.

“Are you really okay? I mean, you’ve been distant for quite a while now and you haven’t talked to me as much as usual. Or anyone for that matter.”

“I would talk to you, but you're all busy with your new boyfriend."

"Hyunjin." Both of you knew it wasn't true. You had tried so hard to make plans with Hyunin but his stubbornness wouldn't allow it. "Tell me the truth. Please?"

"I'm fine, okay? Don't worry about me. Just a little upset over... work stuff and all that." He smiled sweetly, bringing his hand down to ruffle your hair softly. "I'm also sorry. About our last argument. I shouldn't have said those things."

"You're good, you were just trying to look out for me. And I get it, even now, it hasn't been long since the last one. So actually I should be saying thanks for caring." His small chuckle was like music to your ears. How you had missed that sound. Youd do anything to have your happy Hyunjin back. For a moment, neither of you had anything to say, just looking into each other's eyes without making a sound. He shuffled closer and placed his hand atop yours. Before he could come any closer, your phone buzzed in your pocket. He groaned internally as you pulled it out.

[JJUNIE] is hyunjin ok now?

[ME] mhm why??

[JJUNIE] can we talk in the library after my class pls?

[ME] sure omw!! I'll wait there for u

"Do you have to go already?"

"Yeonjun wants to talk in the library later." His hand fell away from your own. He hates the way you look so excited to talk to him.

"Right. Bye, I'll see you around..?" You nodded truthfully at his question. You wanted more than just seeing each other around, you wanted to hang out like you used to. But for now, he just watches as his best friend leaves his heart for scraps again.

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leisel's note: erm i wrote 3/4 of this in half and hour so my apologies if some bits make literally no sense :3

#hyunjin x reader #stray kids #skz #skz fics #<3 #hyunjin #hyunjin angst #hyunjin fluff #skz angst #skz fluff

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whirligig-girl · 1 year

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D'v: "Hahaa... we're holding hands again... I’m so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going and I was just reading up on--well what I was reading wasn’t important--I was..."

T'l: silent Vulcan noises and depraved illogical thoughts

some artist’s notes and fic snippets below the break:

Getting the pose right was a nightmare!

I drew Tendi and T’lyn on different layers with different colors because otherwise it’d be too confusing. The mess going on in their legs and hands especially. It was a challenge to find a relatively natural looking pose that allowed their hands to match up without hiding anything important. I found i could draw a four-segment stick-figure limb connecting their shoulders, and that helped me get their arms right. The legs were also a mess to figure out, but mostly just because they’re a confusing mess of limbs--they don’t have to intertwine nice.

Also, T’lyn is going to make me learn to draw hands right I swear to god. I could not half-ass the hands on this one.

narrative snipets break:

at that second panel, when Tendi realizes what's happened and gets embarassed, she immediately like, tries to let go and raise her hands respectfully......... but t'lyn just... doesn't let go. for a moment.

Ray Daly’s contribution. (Actually Ray contributed to feedback while I was drawing it, but...)

Mariner: it couldn't have been that bad, tendi Tendi, still flustered: not that bad?? Not that bad?!? would it be fine if you tripped and Bradward’s D--?! Mariner: eekaaay! you've made your point!!

Earlier version when I thought I was finished:

It’s good to go the extra mile on your art. I think this plainer version would still have been fine, but since I went so far as to actually draw the background for a change, adding the dropped/thrown clutter (PADDs and Tricorder) helped a lot.

T’lyn and Tendi’s mess of legs was hard to differentiate (though adding the shading helps). I made Tendi’s pants slightly darker, though with the shading you can barely tell. I also gave them different boot colors. The original idea was that pure science officers have black and blue boots and medical officers have white and blue boots. We can see that in a few places in season 1. But it seems like they eventually abandoned that concept and just give all science officers white and blue boots. T’lyn is not a medical officer, so obviously she gets black boots. Technically since Tendi is in Senior Science Officer training instead of Medical, she should have black boots, but I gave her white boots so you could tell them apart more easily.

I wasn’t even going to add the facial expressions. I drew this to figure out which one I wanted to use:

Then I put it in the drawing.

But I just kept looking at the sketch and thinking “both are good. Both are good!”

So I made it two panels. Because of how the layers were set up this was easier said than done. But I managed it just fine in the end. I really like how she’s backlit by the ceiling lights in the inset panels. Some kind of like, contrast between the angelic goddess looking down at you and the reality that she’s an emotional mess who wears her emotions on her sleeve.

It was also really important to add the inset panels because I don’t want to give the impression that either Tendi is doing this on purpose nor any orion fem dom stereotypes. It’s way funnier and cuter if she just keeps accidentally finding herself in these scenarios, worried that T’lyn’s resentment for her is growing because SHE KEEPS AVOIDING ME OUTSIDE OF STUDY SESSIONS! AND WHEN WE MAKE EYE CONTACT SHE LOOKS AWAY! I FUCKED UP! but actually T’lyn is just struggling to control her mad nasty thoughts about just what she’d like to do to Tendi (she’d like to hold her hands some more)

Adding the inset panels lets me make sure Tendi’s character is adequately captured so she’s not just A Thing Happening To T’lyn.

The dropped PADDs and Tricorder make the scene seem more diagetic, and just more real/plausible. They’re busy looking at their PADDs and not looking where they’re going, see? The one that’s face down is T’lyn’s, the two face up are Tendi’s. The PADD screens are cropped screenshots from the show that have been edited and then skewed/rotated/rescaled into place

The first PADD is Tendi doing research on Vulcan touch telepathy (after being told by someone else what the significance of handholding is to Vulcans), the second one is actually breaking the fourth wall and addressing the viewer directly.

one of the last touches I added was to erase the line-art around her pupils, so the pupils would look smaller (aids to the feeling of shock) and add a nostril (Dunno why--I never draw nostrils on Lower Decks characters, but it just seemed correct in this case) and a little wrinkle on her eye. All this was added because, when I drew Tendi’s face, it felt more detailed than T’lyn’s for some reason (freckles I think?) and I felt I had to make them match.

T’lyn’s face here was fun and took a while to get right. She (and all Vulcans in Lower Decks) are usually half-lidded, but we see T’lyn’s kinda shock when Tendi grabs her hand in the One Canon T’lyndi Scene We Have At Least Until Next Year--even then she looks attentive, not necessarily shocked.

I just think it’s kind of cool that they both have non-red blood and colorful blush.

#T'lyndi #Tendi #T'lyn #if you like you should reblog; likes do nothing on tumblr #wlw #femslash #D'vana Tendi / T'lyn #D'vana Tendi x T'lyn #Star Trek #Star Trek Lower Decks #Lower Decks #premarital hand holding #Orion #Vulcan #LWD #LOW #LDS

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weirdkpopgirl · 4 months

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Belong | Mark Imagine #5

Title: Belong

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: nothing really

Word Count: 610

Author's Note: This is part two of the previous Mark story I posted a while ago. It's unnecessary to read the first part to understand this one, but I'll still link the story below if you want to check it out. But yeah, I'm happy to be posting more for Mark since I don't very often. Hope you guys like it and thank you for reading ^ ^

part one

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In the cozy warmth of Mark’s living room, the vanilla scented candles you had bought him a while ago were neatly arranged on the coffee table, casting a gentle glow that added a layer of intimacy to the atmosphere. Following a day of long classes and the subsequent hours dedicated to studying, you both lounged comfortably on his couch, nestled in each other’s embrace.

Throughout the year, you had fallen into a routine of driving back to his apartment after school to study. Unlike some people, the two of you managed to get a decent amount of work done, if not completely most of the time. But once the two-hour mark was reached, cuddling sessions became inevitable.

Mark always tried to savor these moments with you. Lying on the couch with you, one arm wrapped around your waist, while your head rested on his steadily rising chest. He couldn't help but reflect on how far the two of you had come since that cold day in the parking lot. At first, you weren’t completely ready to let him. But through patient conversations and shared insecurities, you gradually opened up to him fully. Slowly, you found yourself becoming happier with him by your side.

With a playful glint in his eyes, he fondly reminisced about that day and couldn’t resist bringing it up to you. “You know,” he began, the corners of his lips upturned into a teasing smile. “I was just thinking about the first time we officially talked.”

Your cheeks flushed as the memory resurfaced in your mind. That was definitely not your best moment, and you had hoped Mark had forgotten about it. Unfortunately, much to your dismay, he hadn’t.

Instinctively, you buried your face further into his chest. “Ugh, please don’t remind me. I must’ve looked like a crazy person.”

Mark chuckled softly, his fingers running through your hair. “Crazy isn’t the word I’d use to describe you. I’d say you were more breathtaking, even in tears.”

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you cringed in embarrassment.

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “No, I mean it. In fact, I fell in love with you that day.”

“Oh... really?” You glanced up at him in slight surprise.

About a month after that fateful day, Mark officially asked you to be his girlfriend. However, even during that interim period as just friends, both of you knew that your relationship was bound to change. You believed that you were the first to fall, as his emotional support that day had made you grow attached to him over time. So, discovering that he fell for you first came as news to you.

Mark nodded, his eyes soft and filled with affection. “Yeah, I saw strength in your vulnerability and it drew me in. Seeing you made me want to become someone you could lean on.”

Blushing once more, you subconsciously played with his fingers. “Well, I'm grateful you didn't turn away from the girl crying on the street. I don’t know what I did to deserve someone as sweet and kind as you.”

“You didn’t have to do anything to deserve it. Sometimes, you just meet someone, and everything falls into place,” Mark replied, simply. “I’m lucky that happened to us.”

The two of you locked eyes for a moment before he tenderly cupped your face and leaned in for a kiss. Your lips met in a gentle dance, a silent acknowledgment of the love that had blossomed between you. Cradled in each other's embrace, both of you came to the profound realization that you had discovered where you truly belonged.

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hisui-dreamer · 11 months

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promises of the future

Pairing: Ace Trappola x gn!reader

Synopsis: studying with ace isn't the best idea, but you can't deny the fact that you like spending time with him

Tags: fluff, study buddies, slow burn, pining, banter, bot proofread

Word count: 1.2k+

Notes: this was written in exchange for @ashipiko's nui art trade hehe. i hope i did ashi and ace's characterisation justice, and you'll enjoy the fluff!

also HAPPY BIRTHDAY ASHII, SO GLAD WE'RE MOOTS (⁠ノ*☆ｰ☆*⁠)ノ💕✨💖

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In the midst of an emptied school during spring break, the last break before your final exams, you found yourself ensnared in a solitary routine of ceaseless studying and revision. Everyone's departure for the holiday break had left the school desolate, amplifying the silence that hung heavy in the air.

Knowing Grim's lack of patience with any theoretical magic, you had to put in extra effort to pull his weight as half of a student.

Days blurred into nights as you diligently pored over textbooks and scribbled notes, determined to grasp every morsel of knowledge that would be tested. It didn't help that so many of the topics alluded you completely. How could you understand magical energy and this world's history when you'd barely lived there for a year?

Just when the solitude threatened to suffocate your spirit, your phone buzzed with a message from Ace. The screen illuminated with his name, and a flicker of warmth ignited within you at the familiarity of his request.

"Can we call? I can't focus."

The familiarity of this request brought a smile to your face, reminiscent of the times you had spent together, studying late into the night during your many sleepovers ever since the sea anemone situation.

"Sure, give me a sec and I'll be in the call,"

The anticipation of hearing his voice, the joyful banter that always accompanied your study sessions, ignited a sense of exhilaration within you. Though Ace could be distracting and prone to bouts of foolishness, there was an undeniable connection that drew you towards him. And you couldn't deny that studying with him was always more enjoyable than studying alone.

With a renewed spirit, you prepared for the call, arranging your study materials and finding a comfortable spot amidst the sea of textbooks and scattered papers. Your fingers danced across the keyboard of the laptop gifted to you by Ortho and Idia, and the call connected, the familiar voice of Ace filling the void with warmth and familiarity.

"Heh, took you long enough. Are you still not used to the new computer?" His words carried a light-hearted tone, filled with gentle mockery.

Rolling your eyes in response, you retorted, "No dummy, I was just tidying my desk." Your voice held a touch of playful annoyance, the familiar banter between you and Ace flowing effortlessly. "So? Whatcha working on right now?"

A tired groan escaped from Ace's end of the line. "History... I hate it, it's so boring and it feels like I haven't learnt anything," he complained.

You chuckled at his groan. "Course it feels like that, you keep falling asleep in Trein's classes!" The image of Ace, Deuce, and Grim succumbing to the temptation of slumber and nodding off danced in your mind.

In a feeble attempt to defend himself, Ace retorted, "Hey, it's not my fault his voice is a lullaby! And it's not just me either, Deucey and Grim also doze off!"

An exasperated sigh escaped your lips as you couldn't help but reply, "Comparing yourselves to them just reinforces you three dumbasses are on the same level."

"Wha- Hey! You know for a fact I'm not as stupid as Juice is!"

A faint smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, "You sure don't act like it sometimes." Swiftly cutting off any potential protest, you pressed on, "Anyways, let's start with History. I mean, considering you come from the Queendom of Roses, I assumed you'd know more about its history."

"Nah, every time I heard about the infamous Queen of Hearts and all that blah blah blah, it all seemed so boring to me."

You let out yet another sigh. "And knowing you, anything boring just isn't worth your time huh?"

"Bingo!" His laughter danced through the call.

"That's not something to be proud of, you idiot," you chided gently, a hint of exasperation lingering in your voice. "Well, true or false, the Queen of Hearts had rules where contradictions were the norm?"

"Huh? Uhhhh, false? I dunno," he replied, his uncertainty seeping through.

"Wha- no! She had to change rules occasionally to manage the madness of the kingdom," you explained. "Oh my god, why did I think studying with you would be a good idea?" you grumbled, frustration lacing your voice.

Ace, never one to lack confidence, responded with a playful tone, "Because I'm a genius, and you love me, duh."

Rolling your eyes at his audacity, you retorted, "Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Sure..." and maybe there was more truth to that sentence than you liked to admit.

The two of you started quizzing each other on different facts, reviewing questions from your homework and comparing each other's answers. The room was filled with an atmosphere of focused determination, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter from ridiculous answers.

A comfortable silence fell over you two as you waited for him to finish answering the current question. Your eyes wandered to the window, starting at the dark front yard of Ramshackle dorm. The darkness outside seemed to wash a wave of uncertainty over you, and you pondered aloud, "I wonder what will happen to me if I can't go home."

The subtle scratching sound of pen and paper ceased from the call. Confused, Ace inquired, "What do you mean, what'll happen?"

You sighed, the weight of uncertainty settling upon you. "Well, let's say Crowley can't find a way back, yeah? I can't stay in NRC forever, right? I'll need to get a job and find somewhere to stay."

A brief pause hung in the air before Ace's voice pierced through, offering an unexpected solution, "Well, if it comes to that, why not just stay with me?"

Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief, searching for words to respond to such a proposition. "Huh??" escaped your lips, a sound of surprise and confusion, while a delicate blush tinged your cheeks at the implications his words carried.

"You can just live with me! I wouldn't mind having someone to do the chores," Ace continued, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You couldn't help but scoff at the idea, a teasing remark escaping your lips, "Wow, what an incredibly generous offer. Though I'm not sure I can stand living with you."

Ace's voice carried a hint of mock offence as he playfully countered, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" You could almost imagine him pouting at his end.

Attempting to defuse his offence, you replied innocently, "Nothing, nothing. Just kidding," you giggled. After a brief pause, your voice softened, barely above a murmur, "Thank you, I appreciate it."

Ace, ever the caring friend, responded with a hint of reassurance, "Heh, don't worry about it. I got your back, okay?"

A tender smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you replied sincerely, your voice infused with gratitude, "Thanks, Ace."

Realizing that the conversation had veered off course from its intended purpose, you swiftly refocused, "Okay, we've gotten too distracted. We need to get back to studying!"

Ace let out a playful scoff, "Pshh, party pooper. Alright, alright."

Despite your words, the prospect of a future with him continued to linger in your mind—a life of living together, splitting chores, and supporting each other. It seemed like an enticing idea, a sleepover that would never end, a path you could envision yourself contentedly walking.

Needless to say, even long after the conversation had shifted back to academics, your smile lingered at your future prospects, a budding affection for the ginger that never failed to make you feel appreciated.

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thebibutterflyao3 · 2 months

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Day Thirteen - Prompt: Necklaces @rosekiller-microfic

March Daily Series - 797 words

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Evan toyed with the layered necklaces that he always wore as he waited for the next customer to sit down. Just like yesterday, the tattoo shop was packed with people taking advantage of holiday time off. There was nothing quite like the high of new ink to brighten their drab lives. Evan knew that better than anyone.

The bell over the door trilled to announce yet another new customer. He leaned up in his seat to see if it was one of his regulars. It would be nice to see a familiar face.

He registered the faded green tips of the bloke’s hair before anything else and immediately ducked back into his cubicle. Evan cursed under his breath as he busied himself with straightening up his supplies. The last thing he needed today was to deal with Barty.

“Frank? You want to see Frank?” Emmeline said, sounding puzzled. “Alright, but you’ll have to wait a bit. He has three people ahead of you.”

“That’s fine. I’ll wait.”

Evan ground his teeth together in annoyance. He should be glad that Barty requested Frank. It saved him the humiliation of refusing to serve the prick. Barty wasn’t known for taking rejection well, as was evidenced by his confrontation with Pandora.

“Do you know what you want?” Emmeline asked.

“Nah, he can pick. You know I don’t care, Em.”

“Yeah. I assumed as much, but I had to ask.”

Emmeline wandered through the cubicles on her way to Frank. She aimed an apologetic smile at him as she passed his stall and mouthed “sorry.” He shrugged and feigned indifference.

As she delivered the message to Frank, Evan’s hands balled into fists in his lap. He needed to pull himself together. This was completely normal for Barty every time he came in. He never asked for anything specific or even bothered looking through the idea books on the counter. It was always, “whatever you want.”

Besides, he was Barty’s flatmate. It made perfect sense for him to request Frank. They were barely friends, from what he’d seen. Definitely no chemistry between the two of them.

I don’t care if they did have chemistry. That’s not my problem anymore.

Except, he did care. Too much, probably.

Emmeline leaned into his stall on the way back. “Are you alright? Do you need to take a break?”

“I’m fine. Just give me something to do, Em.”

“Do you want a big piece? I have a bloke waiting that wants a dragon.”

“Yes, I’ll take it,” he said eagerly.

She nodded curtly and disappeared. “Tonks? Are you ready? Stall two.”

When the man appeared in his doorway, Evan smiled politely and offered his hand. “Evan Rosier. Nice to meet you.”

“Ted.”

“What are we doing today, Ted?” Evan settled onto his stool and gestured at the table. “Emmeline mentioned a dragon.”

Ted nodded as he pulled off his shirt. The outline was already placed and trailed from the top of his spine down to the small of his back. It was a detailed piece and appeared to be custom-made.

“Is that one of ours?”

“No, my daughter drew it,” he answered, grinning as he plopped on the table. Ted turned to let Evan examine the piece. “Pretty good, right? It’s a surprise.”

Evan studied the design carefully. It was intricate, but large enough that he shouldn’t have any trouble with it. The dragon’s scales were hinted at with a few small sections instead of the entire animal, which was doable.

“Colour and shading or line work only?”

“Line work. I figured I’d let her colour it in when it heals and take a picture, so you can see how to finish it later.”

“That works. Is this your first tattoo?” he checked.

“Yes.”

“This will probably take a few multiple hour-long sessions. Is that alright?”

Ted glanced back at him and nodded. “I can handle it. Don’t worry.”

Evan patted his side with a grin. “Just making sure you’re prepared. How’s your pain tolerance?”

“Good. I broke my arm two years ago and didn’t know it.”

“Nice. Go ahead and stretch out on your belly for me. Try to relax and let me know if you need a break,” he advised, turning to gather his supplies. “Music preference?”

“Nah, whatever is fine.”

Evan picked up his phone and opened his favourite playlist. “This one’s a mix of genres, so I’m sure there will be a few you like.”

As the opening notes of Mr. Brightside flowed through the speakers on the counter behind him, Evan bobbed his head. He tucked a clean cloth in the waistband of Ted’s jeans to protect them from the ink and give him a comfortable place to rest his hand.

This is great. I’ll be too busy to even think about him.

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justawritterwithideas · 1 year

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favorite student | s.r (+18-21)

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summary: after the arrival of a new semester, y/n decides to attend Professor Reid's classes and get to know him better.

warning: smut !?, oral sex (f rec), unprotected penetrative sex, semi-public sex, names, age gap, professor reid x student!reader, a lot of things I don't remember but yes, a lot of smut. (AAAAAAA)

spencer reid x female!reader

words: 3659 words.

a/n: hi! this is the first time I write something regarding Spencer, so I hope you like it. it should be noted that english is not my first language, so there may be mistakes, sorry in advance. :c

planeo subir este mismo au en español, btw. <3

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There was a big difference between the students and Y/N when finals came around. While they were breaking their backs studying, trying to schedule a time with Professor Reid for consultations or to ask for help studying, Y/N was sitting on Spencer's lap, with her vanilla latte, listening as he asked her test questions so she could answer them correctly.

They weren't sure how that relationship had started, but they loved it, so much so that they had started seeing each other a couple of months after class for intensive sessions between the two of them.

The first time they met, Y/N was taking the course after transferring from one university to another after some problems. She was slowly settling in and was at a bit of a loss. In fact, she wasn't sure if she would be on time for her first class of the semester (and the only one that day). As she entered, the room was crowded, but that was normal for the start of the semester. She took a seat in the middle, seeing that a large portion of the people in attendance were girls of all ages. Y/N pulled out her notebook and listened, writing down the date while paying attention to other people's conversation.

"I heard that Professor Reid is quite strict, several have failed this class." one girl commented, speaking to the group of females around her. "There are some who take it a second time and even a third, but it's all worth it because they say he's very attractive and mysterious."

Y/N smiled in satisfaction, nodded at that fact about the way he worked and his attractiveness, which was a plus. She returned to her bubble of jotting down some information she had heard, especially of the content they would see when her ears sensed a commotion from the crowd. She looked up and, for the first time, saw him. Dressed in a dark suit, she wasn't sure if it was black or dark blue, a shirt of a similar shade and a misplaced tie, as well as wearing his hair slightly tousled and full of wild curls.

She already understood why the reaction and the fuss. But she wasn't for that, she was for studying and getting out early so she could practice in the working world. She shook her head, shaking off the thoughts that were invading her and noticed how he began to speak.

"I am Dr. Spencer Reid and I will be your professor this year, it is a pleasure to be able to teach this class for another year" he introduced that with a rather calm look, noticing each face. There were some familiar faces as well as others he remembered because they looked at him for a couple of seconds longer than usual during his walks in the hallways. "I see quite a few people, as well as familiar faces, so I hope it will be like this during the whole academic semester" his face drew an elongated smile, somewhat uncomfortable to then turn to the blackboard and start writing some things.

He began to speak some facts about himself, simple but vital facts to understand why he was absent from class, or his work schedule.

"Professor Reid?" A girl, looked older than Y/N raised her hand. "Yes?" replied Spencer back. "I wanted to ask you something more personal, I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable, but I'm so curious…" Spencer turned to look at her and gave her the word to continue. "Are you single?"

The question took him by surprise, even more so coming from a student as young as she looked. He stared at her somewhat taken aback by her boldness, before responding with a positive answer for the fan girl the professor had.

"Yes, I'm single, why?" Hesitantly, he finished writing the questions from the first class while answering the students' more personal questions about his life.

Y/N didn't quite understand how it had become an interrogation, more so that they were wasting his time and considering the fact that, that class, was quite important to understand some things and complement the more important courses. After 15 minutes of waiting, Y/N got bored and raised her hand, catching the teacher's attention for being the quietest of the group of rowdy girls.

"Miss, come in." He said giving her the word, noticing her face. "I'm sorry I asked this professor, but are you going to start your class? It's been 15 minutes since they've started bombarding you with questions, and I don't think they'll stop so I preferred to interrupt you" perhaps she'd earned the hatred of her classmates for interrupting them the only way to save themself from that class, but there were several who were in her same situation. "The truth is, I think it's more necessary to know about how to better grasp and develop the area of profiling a criminal than it is to know why Professor Reid is single. No offense." Said the girl to then look at her professor, who was internally grateful that someone had cut that questioning session short.

A hubbub was heard from the girls, giving the young woman a few hateful looks, but in truth Y/N cared little, as she was studying to graduate, not to mess with a professor. Yet sometimes fate is cruel and returns your words in actions.

"Thank you, Miss…" Spencer paused so he could hear the name. "Y/N, Y/N L/N." The young woman gave him a smile without showing her teeth, turning her attention back to the board to write what was posted. "Well, let's get started before we waste any more time. I like punctuality, by the way, whoever is late will not be allowed to enter the class and the infraction will be placed, that's what the regulations say." After this, he began to speak in general by way of introduction, focusing on the material he wanted to get across. A couple of questions to see what level the students were handling before he could continue, but the group of girls only commented on the way their hands were moving.

"Okay, could someone tell me where the term criminology comes from? That's a pretty easy question." Reid listened to the silence, surprised at how no one raised their hand. "Okay… You, answer it." He pointed toward the girl sitting next to Y/N, who had inquired about her bachelorhood. "Hum! Well… It comes from…" the girl's rambling was enough for man to simply grimace. "It derives from the Latin criminis and the Greek logos, meaning the treatise or study of crime and crime-delinquent." Y/N replied aloud, lifting her gaze to look at the professor.

Their gazes connected, creating an electric shock between the two and a sincere smile tugged at Spencer's mouth, nodding at her answer.

"Good, Miss Y/N." He commented before returning to his explanation, managing to make the girl feel her body stir from that little interaction.

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After weeks, Y/N along with a couple of other kids had managed to answer Reid's questions. Not that Y/N was a teacher's pet, but she liked to answer and be corrected to help her learning, she was going to learn and not be afraid to make mistakes. She had also earned the hatred of Reid's crowd of girl fans, due to the preference that was starting to show on his part. Whenever Y/N didn't know the answer to something, he avoided asking her or asked her last choice; when she had questions, he let her consult until closing time if necessary; and even the times when she was late, he let her in and wrote her absence off as null, indicating on attendance that she had been there since the beginning of class. Not only that, but one could also notice a sexual tension growing between them. Every brush of their hands, every bump of their shoulders, every glance they connected, even the slight flirtation they both had when she answered an answer correctly, increased the tension that had begun to exist between the two of them. But that was wrong, it was unprofessional of them both. Even that little and nothing interested Reid.

Spencer saw Y/N as something beyond the word "student," he had begun to create an interest. Little details about her drew his attention away: how her hair fell gracefully in front of her eyes, how she bit the end of her pencil when she thought of what to write, how her bare legs showed off the skirts, how her lips glistened with that gloss and her body gave off that peaches-and-cream scent. Hypothetically, if they both came to have something it wasn't bad, they were both adults and fully aware of what was going on around them, but academically it was the most terrible thing that could happen. But one day, after a long intensive hour of studying prior to their exams, the class began to say goodbye to the young professor. Y/N was the last to gather her things, carrying a sheet with the finished exercises with her to Spencer's desk.

"Here you go, Professor Reid. That was a very interesting class." Shyly, the girl commented on that before she could wave goodbye and walk in the direction of the exit. "Miss L/N, wait." Reid called after her, causing the girl to turn and head in the direction of the man. "Yes, Professor?" Y/N watched the man's face, who looked quite intent on watching her from head to toe, even as he tried to disguise it. "I wanted to discuss some things with you about your essay, if you have a minute, may I?" Spencer waited for the girl's answer, who nodded approaching his desk.

The girl settled her backpack to the side on the floor, noticing how the man searched through his things for a folder and pulled out a document from it, which Y/N recognized as hers. Spencer began to read it, stopping near the end of the essay to look at the young woman.

"That's excellent work, Miss L/N. Compared to your classmates, you were able to develop what was asked of you without any problem" The female smiled, feeling a little warmth in her cheeks. "Thank you very much, Professor Reid." "Call me Spencer" the surprise from both of them filled the atmosphere, usually Spencer didn't have the audacity to make such risky moves and Y/N had never had this closeness with any professor. "I think your essay has the potential to be published in one of the university journals, I wanted to talk to you about the possibility of publishing it." The happiness of receiving that news was so much that even her own body couldn't control, which made her hug the man.

Reid had never been a man of much physical contact, in fact, he could count on the fingers of his hands the people he had hugged throughout his life. Besides being germophobic, this sort of thing was not entirely normal for him, but he didn't think it bothered him what the young student was doing. When Y/N became aware of the closeness, she pulled away in total embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I got carried away" the girl bit her lip, feeling her cheeks filling with blood. Spencer thought it looked absolutely adorable. "Don't worry, it's a normal thing that emotion produces, we can't handle what makes us feel that kind of feeling and unconsciously we do actions without thinking." The young woman raised her gaze, managing to make connection with the man's and give him a smile. The closeness of their bodies separated her by a couple of centimeters, but it seemed that neither of them was bothered by it at all. They were comfortable in this closeness, in how their breaths came together and the scent of the older man's expensive cologne wafted into the younger woman's nose. Their hands generated a gentle rubbing as they tried to rest on the table, again feeling that electric current take over their bodies.

"I-I… I shouldn't be so close to you." "Is there a problem with that?" "No, but it wouldn't look good at all if someone came in" Y/N could feel her legs wavering from the deep tone the man was starting to use with her as he spoke, so she tried to pull herself back. Spencer's hand unconsciously went to stop at the girl's lower back after seeing her stumble as she tried to get away from him, so the younger girl's hands stopped at Reid's broad chest. This was wrong, very wrong. They were both aware of it. Then why were they kissing? Their lips sought each other desperately, needily. Y/N's fingers clutched at his shirt, Spencer's hands gripped the other's hips. Hot and aimless to the madness they were doing, they decided to accept their fate.

The man held the girl to the table, pulling her up onto it to continue kissing her; every now and then they separated for air, but their bodies responded again to the hunger of being together. The girl's legs wrapped around the other's hips, forcing him between them and closer touch; Spencer's hands began to descend to Y/N's bare thighs, caressing her soft skin and slipping inside her. A moan escaped her mouth, momentarily halting the kiss between them. Spencer's touch was fire, making her insides melt and her stomach tingle, but it was beginning to make her desperate. Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands, bringing their mouths back together and also bringing their tongues together, making it more intimate. Her small fingers went to the buttons of her own blouse, unbuttoning them a little so that she could show him a perfect view of her lacy purple bra, which showed off her cleavage perfectly.

"I see you're somewhat desperate" Spencer smiled, bringing his index finger to the exposed skin, moving down from the end of her neck to the beginning of her cleavage, grabbing the edge of the garment to pull her closer to him and bring their kissing lips together in another desperate kiss. This time, both hands began to massage the younger girl's breasts, squeezing and pinching the skin, listening to the moans that the other woman gave him. Quickly the bra released the boobs, as well as the girl's blouse. The older man's lips left the other's, devoting full time to Y/N's pink nipples. The atmosphere was filled with sighs, as well as the faint voice asking for more and more.

"Mhm, Spencer… T-They're so sensitive." Y/N bit her lower lip, arching her back as Spencer's wet tongue traversed that sensitive area. The girl's hand moved down to the growing bulge, stroking it shamelessly. "Easy, beautiful. We have time." Spencer's eyes peeled away from Y/N's tits, fixating on her naughty hand caressing him with such gusto; to give her good access, he let her undo the button of his pants and pull them down along with his underwear, freeing his hard cock. A couple of kisses had managed to get him as hard as a rock, but that wouldn't stop him. Their lips met again in a lustful kiss, Reid's long fingers twisted Y/N's hard nipples, and Y/N found himself jerking Spencer's cock up and down in a back and forth motion. After a couple of minutes of kissing, the right hander slipped between the female's legs, brushing his forefinger against the damp fabric of her panties.

"Shit, you're so wet and I haven't even done anything to you yet. I can't imagine what it's going to be like in there." A gasp escaped the younger girl's mouth, fixing her gaze on the man's dark one. "P-please, you don't know how long I've fantasized about having you like this. It's inevitable to be so wet, you're the culprit." The younger girl's ruddy lips were glossy, swollen and sticky from her lip gloss. "Have you wanted to be like this so badly, angel? You don't know how hard you get me high when you walk around in your skirt in front of me, I was desperate to know if your little pussy is as pink as your lips." "Check it out, professor. Check your theory" The skirt was lifted up to reveal that purple panty, marked by a wet spot that showed how wet it was at that instant.

Spencer didn't have much hesitation, instinctively dropping to his knees. A trail of kisses was marking its way down her inner thighs, making her sigh; slowly he moved closer to her most intimate area, her entire body shuddering from his presence. She could feel the other's lips kissing the wet area, before she felt the only garment separating them being slid down her legs to fall to the floor. Spencer lifted his gaze to connect with the other's, which nodded softly, giving him the permission he needed. The man didn't take long to dive between her folds, letting the tip of his tongue caress her sensitive clitoris; the girl's hands quickly grabbed his hair, tugging at it whenever the stimulation overtook her. The tongue traced a path from her clit to the beginning of her insides, moving in circles all over her passage, every now and then changing the way his tongue moved; catching her off guard, one of his fingers plunged inside her.

"You're so tight, princess. Just as I imagined, your little fingers aren't enough to satisfy you" A sigh escaped Spencer's mouth, feeling the girl's walls wrap around his index finger. He began to dip it in and out, taking a slow pace to get her used to it, more he couldn't hold off long because after a few minutes he dipped a second finger in; Y/N's head was pumping at 100 per hour, she felt her cheeks burn and her hips moved to the rhythm of the other's. "It feels so good, Spencer…" Her honeyed voice intoxicated Spencer's mind, who began to open his fingers, as if they were scissors. The girl's insides were beginning to adjust to the man, who was giving her unimaginable pleasure. But it was beginning to be insufficient, she was only enjoying herself so, again, she took the reins of the matter. Her trembling hand went to Reid's forehead, pushing him away from her pussy. Spencer gave her a confused look, but the girl motioned for him to get up, so he complied; she rejoined her lips with his, lowering her hand to the older man's cock, lining it up with her tight entrance and, with a thrust of her leg, forcing him to plunge it all the way in. A moan escaped from both of their mouths, feeling the tightness of the girl squeeze the hot cock.

"Shit, Y/N." It took him a second of realization before he could look at her face, noticing the missing condom. "Doll, the-" "Don't worry, Spence. I'm aware of the lack of it, I just wish it felt good, without a condom in between." He lacked an impulse to start moving, which took another half second for Spencer to take the initiative, feeling how tight the hot inside was tightening with each movement.

Y/N's nails dug into Spencer's biceps, leaving a couple of marks even though the skin wasn't fully exposed. The soft sound of the bumping of the skins came through, mingling with the girl's moans and the man's heavy breathing. The bubble they were both submerged in was impossible to break, if anyone were to enter, neither would most likely notice. Spencer's hips picked up speed, making sure he could give her as much pleasure as possible for both of them; Y/N stuck out her tongue, drawing the man's attention so she could kiss her, drowning out his moans between each kiss. The rocking at that speed was short-lived, as the increase was clear when the younger girl raised the sound of her moans.

"P-professor, I think I'm going to cum, mhm!" the junior's head fell back, stifling her moans as her lips tightened. Spencer had his gaze fixed on the younger girl, satisfied that her expressions showed his good work. "Do it, doll. I'll do it too." Y/N's innocent gaze met the older one's, who melted before her angel eyes. Climax soon announced itself, settling in the lower belly of both of them a ball of fire, ready to erupt. Y/N couldn't hold on much longer, feeling the orgasm take over her entire body; her body surged forward as she came, slamming her forehead against the older man's chest, letting her tremble from the intensity of it. Soon after, the glans was positioned on the girl's belly to stain it with his hot sperm.

The place fell silent, only the sound of their agitated breathing and the creaking of the wood could be heard. Y/N was the first to say something.

"Prof- Spencer, this is not correct, it cannot be repeated." "Absolutely not, it can't be."

The two shared a guilt-laden look, but their actions were not driven by it, letting their lips meet again.

After that encounter, every end of class, they both had their intensive to deepen the subject just passed.

Many times they had decided to end it, many times they ended up kissing after this stupid decision.

So they decided to make a deal. As long as what they had didn't affect their work or student development, they didn't see the point of ending it.

And of course it hadn't. Y/N had become the top student in the class, without raising any suspicions, and that was all that mattered to Spencer, after all.

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That's right, sex. 🫣 When I was translating I was reading the story, I really died with every interaction, I hope to keep writing little things like this.

please interact if you like it. ♡

bye. :D

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