#sim jayun

“Fuck,” he whispered with a dark chuckle, coating his fingers and teasing your entrance. “You’re this wet just from looking at me? Pathetic, baby.”

The stretch made you gasp when he pushed both fingers in at once, curling them deep until your back arched. Heeseung never moved fast, his pace was deliberate, measured, dragging his fingers out slow just to slam them back inside and press against that perfect spot that made your vision blur.

“Right here?” he asked calmly, like he wasn’t fucking you with his hand, like he wasn’t wrecking your body with just two fingers. He curled them again, harder, making you cry out. “Yeah… right here.”

Your hips bucked helplessly against his hand, searching for more friction. He laughed, the sound warm and cruel all at once. His thumb pressed down on your clit at the same time, slow circles that made your thighs shake.

“Hee—fuck—please,” you gasped, grabbing at his wrist, trying to control the pace, but he slapped your hand away easily.

“Don’t even think about it,” he said, smirk curling into something darker. “You don’t get control here. My fingers, my pace. You understand?”

“Yes—yes, Hee, I understand,” you panted, head falling back as he started pumping faster, fingers pistoning in and out of you, wet sounds filling the room.

His thumb never left your clit, dragging tight, precise circles that had you moaning louder than you meant to. He watched your face intently, biting his lip as your body started to shake.

“Look at you, already close,” he teased, leaning in to kiss the side of your throat, his pace never faltering. “I’ve barely touched you, and you’re gonna cum all over my fingers? That desperate for me?”

You could only whimper and nod, your walls fluttering around his fingers as he curled them relentlessly against your g-spot. The wet, obscene squelch of his hand filled the room, and he growled low in his throat.

“Cum for me,” he ordered, voice sharp, thumb pressing harder against your clit. “Show me how quick my fingers can ruin you.”

The orgasm ripped through you fast, brutal, your legs clamping around his arm as you screamed his name. Heeseung’s fingers never stopped, fucking you through it, curling and pressing until you were squirting all over his hand, soaking his wrist and the sheets beneath you.

“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, pulling back just enough to look at the mess. His eyes darkened as he shoved his soaked fingers back inside you, making you jolt with overstimulation. “You’re dripping for me, God, I could do this all night.”

You tried to squirm away, but he pinned you down with one hand on your stomach, smirking as he fingered you harder, chasing another orgasm immediately.

“Too much? Too bad,” he whispered against your ear, lips brushing your skin as your body convulsed again. “You wanted to know how good I am with my fingers… so now, you’re not cumming just once. You’re cumming until you can’t think straight.”

ᴊᴀʏ

Jay had you flat on your back before you even realized what was happening, his broad frame hovering over you, one hand pinning your wrists above your head.

“You think you can hide how badly you want it?” he growled, his other hand already pushing your panties to the side. His fingers dragged through your slick folds and he smirked darkly at just how soaked you were. “Fuck, you’re dripping, and I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

He didn’t ease you in. Two fingers shoved deep inside with no warning, the stretch making you gasp. Jay didn’t pause, didn’t give you a chance to adjust, he fucked his fingers into you fast, knuckles slamming against your entrance with every brutal thrust.

“Jay, ahh—” you cried out, hips jerking up against his hand, overwhelmed already.

“Shut up and take it,” he snapped, his thumb grinding down on your clit with cruel precision. “You want to be my slut, right? Then cum for me fast. Don’t waste my fucking time.”

He scissored his fingers wide inside you, the rough drag of his calloused skin against your walls making you see stars. He wasn’t gentle, he curled his fingers sharply against your g-spot over and over, your body trembling violently under his control.

Your moans spilled uncontrollably, head thrashing on the pillow, wrists straining against his grip. “Jay, fuck—too much—” “Too much?” he scoffed, laughing breathlessly. “I’ve barely even started. You’re so fucking weak for me, cumming this quick.” He slammed his fingers harder, faster, your slick dripping down his wrist. “Pathetic little slut, getting off on just my hand.”

The pressure built brutally fast, your thighs shook, stomach tightening, vision blurring as his thumb kept circling your clit mercilessly. “Cum,” he commanded, voice sharp, his pace unrelenting. “Cum all over my fingers like the needy whore you are.”

Your orgasm hit like lightning, screaming, body convulsing as your pussy clenched and squirted around his fingers. Jay groaned low, watching your juices drip down his hand, soaking the sheets beneath you.

“That’s it,” he smirked, slowing only slightly, keeping his fingers buried deep inside as your body writhed. He leaned down, lips brushing your ear as he growled, “And don’t think you’re done. I’ll fingerfuck you again until you’re crying, until you can’t cum anymore. Got it?”

When he started moving again, harder, faster, you knew he meant it.

ᴊᴀᴋᴇ 

Jake’s lips were already sucking bruises into your throat when his hand slipped between your thighs. His voice was wrecked, breathless against your skin.

“Baby, please let me, fuck, I just wanna feel you,” he begged, whimpering when he found how soaked you already were. He pulled back to look at you, pupils blown wide, grinning shamelessly. “God, you’re dripping… all for me?”

Before you could answer, he slid two fingers inside, slow at first, then immediately curling them upward when you moaned. Jake’s groan matched yours like he felt it too.

“Holy shit, yeah, right there? You like that? I can feel you squeezing me, fuck—” His forehead dropped to your shoulder as he pumped his fingers faster, desperate, like every twitch of your walls was feeding his need.

He was sloppy with it, thrusting his fingers deep and hard, but his thumb pressed against your clit with the kind of determination that made your legs shake in seconds. He moaned with every wet sound your pussy made, rutting against the mattress like he couldn’t help himself.

“Cum for me, baby, please—don’t hold it in,” he begged, sucking a bruise just below your jaw. “I need to feel it, need you to soak me—please.”

The way he talked to you, voice needy, sweet, desperate, sent you spiraling. His thumb circled faster, his fingers curling ruthlessly against your g-spot, and the orgasm tore through you embarrassingly fast.

“Fuck—Jake!” you screamed, thighs clamping around his arm as you squirted all over his hand.

His eyes went wide, pupils blown, watching your juices run down his wrist. His lips curved into the filthiest grin. “Holy fuck, you squirted for me. Baby, oh my God, do it again—please, I can make you—”

He shoved his fingers back in, whining as he rubbed his cock against your thigh, already desperate to feel you break a second time.

“Please cum again—I’ll finger you until you’re shaking apart, I swear—I love you like this, fuck, I love making you cum.”

With Jake, it was never just about fingering, it was about how badly he wanted it, how his whole body reacted to your pleasure, how he’d happily finger you for hours if it meant watching you fall apart again and again.

ꜱᴜɴɢʜᴏᴏɴ

Sunghoon had you sprawled across his lap, your back pressed against his chest, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you still. His other hand was already between your thighs, long fingers sliding through your slick folds like he was testing the water.

“Pathetic,” he muttered smoothly, kissing the shell of your ear. “You’re soaking just because I touched you? Haven’t even started yet.” Two fingers sank inside you without warning, slow and deliberate, stretching you until your mouth fell open with a gasp. Sunghoon’s smirk pressed against your cheek. “Tight, too. Perfect.”

His pace wasn’t rough, not yet, but it was calculated. Each thrust of his fingers curved upward exactly against your g-spot, each drag purposeful, his thumb rubbing lazy, precise circles on your clit like he already knew your body better than you did.

It was too much, too perfect, your thighs shook almost instantly, walls clenching hard around his fingers. “Already?” he teased, his voice low, silk and venom all at once. “God, you’re so easy. Barely a minute and you’re falling apart on my hand.”

“Sunghoon—please—” you whined, trying to twist in his grip, but his arm locked tighter around your waist, holding you still. His fingers never stopped, curling ruthlessly against that spot that made your vision blur. “Don’t you dare run from it,” he murmured against your throat. “Take it. Cum on my fingers. Show me how desperate you are.”

Your orgasm slammed into you quick, body arching against his hold as you screamed his name. Slick gushed around his fingers, dripping down his wrist, and he groaned low at the sound of it.

But he didn’t slow down. Instead, he shoved his fingers deeper, thumb rubbing harder, dragging you mercilessly into overstimulation.

“Look at you,” he smirked, his tone cold and amused as you sobbed from the intensity. “Shaking, crying, but still fucking yourself on my fingers. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes!—oh God, yes—” you choked out, back arching as another orgasm built far too soon.

“Exactly,” he whispered darkly. “You cum too quick, you’re too weak for me. And I’m going to use that against you every single time.”

By the time you squirted a second time, tears slipping down your cheeks, Sunghoon was grinning like he’d won a game only he knew he was playing. He slowed just enough to make you whine, pulling his fingers out to shove them between your lips.

“Clean them,” he ordered, watching with hooded eyes as you sucked them obediently. “Mhm… that’s my good little mess.”

ꜱᴜɴᴏᴏ

Sunoo always had this innocent front, wide-eyed smiles, sweet tone, but when it came to you, he loved nothing more than watching you squirm. “You’re so sensitive today,” he murmurs, lips brushing your ear as his hand slips into your panties, two fingers pressing against your slick entrance without even sliding in yet. He chuckles when you whimper, grinding into his palm like a needy thing. “Already dripping and I’ve barely touched you. Cute.”

When he finally sinks two fingers in, it’s slow on purpose, letting you feel the stretch, making your thighs tremble. He doesn’t thrust yet, just curls them gently, dragging them over that tender spot until your whole body jolts.

“There it is,” he smirks, finally moving faster—press, curl, drag. He knows exactly where your spot is, and he won’t give you a single second of relief. His thumb presses into your clit, circles mercilessly until you’re gasping his name, nails digging into his wrist.

“Sunoo—fuck, I’m—”

“Already?” he teases, voice sugar-sweet but dripping with mockery. “You’re going to cum just from my fingers? How pathetic.” He kisses your jaw sweetly as if he didn’t just say that. “Go ahead, angel. Cum for me. I’ll make you do it again right after.”

And you do. Hard. Your legs spasm, pussy clenching so tightly around his fingers that he groans under his breath, eyes dark. But he doesn’t stop. Even as your orgasm rips through you, Sunoo keeps thrusting, curling, grinding his thumb into your clit until tears prick your eyes.

You’re shaking, begging, overstimulated beyond belief, and Sunoo just tilts his head with that wicked smile.

“Mm, I think you can give me one more. Don’t be shy, baby, I like you better when you’re crying.”

ᴊᴜɴɢᴡᴏɴ

Jungwon always starts slow, patient, like he’s savoring the way your thighs tense around him when his fingers just hover at your entrance. His lips brush your ear as he whispers, “Relax for me, baby. Let me in.” And when he finally pushes two fingers inside, the stretch makes your back arch instantly. He smirks against your neck, curling them just right until your hips jolt forward, needy and helpless.

“You like that?” he asks, though he already knows the answer, your moans tell him enough. “Look at you… can’t even sit still. My fingers have you falling apart this easy?”

He sets a rhythm, deep, curling thrusts that drag against your sweetest spot with unrelenting precision. His palm grinds against your clit every time, making your cries sharper, higher, until you’re gasping his name.

“Wonnie—please, I’m gonna—”

“Already?” he smirks, tilting his head so you’re forced to meet his dark eyes. “I haven’t even gone hard on you yet.” His pace picks up, rougher now, relentless, and you can’t help the way your body trembles against him. When you finally cum, he doesn’t slow down. His free hand grips your jaw, forcing your teary gaze to stay on him as you whine through it. “Shh, it’s okay. You can take it. Don’t hide from me.”

The overstimulation has your body thrashing, nails digging into his shoulders, but Jungwon only groans in satisfaction. “So good for me. You’ll cum again, won’t you? You’ll give me another one. My perfect little toy.” And he doesn’t stop until he has you crying his name over and over, legs trembling, pussy clenching around his soaked fingers like you’ll never recover.

ɴɪᴋɪ

Ni-ki’s not gentle. Not even close. From the second he drags you onto his lap, facing him, your thighs spread over his, you know you’re in trouble. His cock is already hard, pressed against your ass through his sweats, but he doesn’t care about that yet. No, he just wants to ruin you with his fingers first.

“Sit still,” he orders, voice low and dangerous, as two of his long fingers shove inside you without warning. Your cry only makes him grin. “Tch. Look at you, already so fucking tight around me.”

You try to grab at his shoulders for balance, but he snaps his free hand around your throat, forcing your back to arch while he pounds his fingers into you mercilessly. His thumb drags against your clit, rough and unrelenting, until your moans spill into his mouth as he kisses you deep, tongue owning you completely.

“Feel that?” he growls against your lips, curling his fingers so hard against your g-spot that your vision whites out. “That’s me. Making you lose it. You’re not cumming until I say so.”

Every thrust of his fingers makes your hips jolt forward, grinding helplessly against the bulge in his sweats, his cock trapped and throbbing against you. He lets out a sharp groan, grinding up into your ass while fingerfucking you harder.

“You’re soaking me, fuck, baby, you’re drenching me just from my fingers.” He pulls back slightly, just to watch the way you fall apart, the way your tits bounce from how rough he’s going. “Pathetic. Can’t even wait for my cock, huh? Already losing your mind.”

You’re babbling his name when he clamps his hand on your jaw, forcing your tear-filled eyes to meet his. “Don’t even think about cumming yet. Hold it.” His pace quickens, brutal now, every thrust dragging a scream from your throat.

When you finally snap, squirting all over his hand and thighs, Ni-ki doesn’t stop, he groans like he’s been waiting for it. “That’s it, fuck—messy little thing, soaking me like this.” He keeps going, making you writhe and cry on his lap, his cock leaking against your ass as he snarls, “You’re not done. I’m not stopping until you squirt for me again.”

And he doesn’t. He keeps pounding into you with his fingers, kissing you deep, grinding his cock against you, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of your ruined body until you’re shaking, broken, and still he’s smirking. “Good girl. You’ll keep taking it, won’t you? As many times as I want.”

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Jake had been far more physically affectionate than usual since he caught the flu. That should've been your first sign.

The first signs of his sickness began with you lying supine on the couch, absolutely immersed in the fantastical world of your current read while Jake spoke idly to himself, gaming away on the television with your legs propped on his lap. You were so immersed in your novel, you might've actually missed the first cough he let out.

Then the second.

And then finally the third that had your brows furrowing with concern as you lowered your book.

"Babe?"

"Hm?" Jake asked distractedly, he had just broken in his copy of FIFA 23, a gift from you that had him nearly fainting on the spot. He was addicted to you.

While he toggled with the controller, he missed the slightly worried look etching across your face but when he did finally catch it, he did a double take- glancing at your slowly frowning lips before dragging his eyes back to the TV screen.

"Why so blue, babe?" Jake still spoke distractedly, with his head turned sideways, his eyes remained glued to the screen. He coughs once more, causing you to discard your book to the side completely. The couch undulates underneath you both as you sit up, pulling your legs off Jake's lap. The whole time while you moved, he kept his gaze on you in his periphery, heart beating rapidly when you pushed against his side and placed your hand on his temple.

"Baby, are you getting sick?"

Jake couldn't form any words at all because your chest was pressed against his bicep and he nearly dropped his controller at the discovery that you weren't wearing anything under your oversized shirt.

Seeing you so concerned about him, it stirred something sinister in the pits of your stomach, something that craved to be nurtured by you.

"You're so pretty, you know that?" He looks away from the TV screen momentarily to stare at the curve of your breasts protruding from your flimsy shirt. Jake immediately decides that is enough to pause the game indefinitely, as he drops the controller, pulling you into his lap. Your frown deepens like the unmistakable pool of worry growing in the bottom of your stomach. You let Jake cuddle into your chest as you continued to feel warmth around his ears, his jaw, his neck.

"I think you're coming down with something,"

"You're right," he says, pulling back to pull his shirt over his head, "It's lethal. Experts say the only cure is to have my very attractive girlfriend riding me till I-"

"Jaeyun, I'm being serious."

He had begrudgingly taken the medicine thereafter but still his advances were strong …

"- it was the best head I ever got in my fucking life dude, I'm telling you" Jake says to Jongseong over the phone. As he reminisces, he treads from the kitchen to the living room, cradling a steaming bowl of Butternut soup you had whipped up for him to combat his "cold."

"You're diabolical-" says Jay, through the receiver.

"I made her cum too," Jake scoffs, "I'm not a complete monster."

He honestly didn't think it was a crime. Sure, he might've already recovered from his sickness 2 days ago but he'd give up one thousand sick-free days if it meant you'd dote on him as you've been doing the past week.

Jake lowers himself onto the couch thinking about how utterly domesticated you've looked, prancing about the kitchen in a little housewifely dress to cook up his soups to make him feel better. The only downside is that your soup worked a little too well, and here he was, with a raging hard-on thinking about how much you loved on him.

"She's going to kill you, you do know that?" Jongseong's snicker is as clear as day, and Jake rolls his eyes.

"She's not going to do shit. She likes me like this as much as I do-".

"You’re sick-" Jongseong groans.

"Precisely," Jake laughs, and in his cocky display he nearly doesn't notice you standing in his periphery. Once he does, he's ready to end Jongseong's call in a heartbeat.

"I'll call you back," he mumbles over the line, mouth parted slightly as he stares at you over the rim of his bowl of Butternut soup. You're distractedly searching for something with nothing wrapped around your body other than a linen white towel. Jake immediately discards the bowl on the coffee table, spreading his legs wide as he makes grabby hands at you.

"Not now, Babe," The way you speak to him, so positively filled to the brim with warmth and love, that has him melting into the couch.

"I need you," he says, fingers flexing as he urges you to throw yourself into his arms. "I need you real bad,"

"What you need is more cough medicine," you're slowly sauntering towards him, despite your words (it was so difficult to say no to him), and the second you're even a small centimetre within the radius that surrounds him, he sits up and grabs you, caging you in his arms, never to let go. You yelp as you are pulled onto his lap- a sound that bleeds into a gasp when you're forced to feel the erection bulging his grey sweatpants.

"I need to run to the pharmacy, Jake,”

Your boyfriend is utterly insatiable as he guides his lips to the back of your ear, licking and kissing at the skin all while drinking up your cute little gasps. Your back is pressed against his front with your ass pushing against his bulge, it's an absolute wonder that he stops himself from bucking up into you.

“Need you so bad, baby-” he mumbles, kissing up the side of your face with his eyes fluttered shut, “Need you to make me feel better-’ you're breathing heavily, ready to push yourself off of him until he mutters, “You want me to feel better, right.”

Your voice is soft and affirming as you predictably mumble, “Yes, Jake, of course-”

“Then let me in, baby-” he sinks his fingers into the softness of your belly, and dips to plant even more kisses down the side of your neck. Jake marvels at how malleable you are in his hands. Like perfectly sculpted clay.

It is only when he finally reaches around to tug at your towel that you are snapped from your daydreams. “Jake- I need to get you stronger meds, you've been sick for way too long-”

“Fuck- I'm so hard for you baby,”

“Jake…” he interlocks his hand around your wrists, guiding your palm back to the space between your ass and his bulge. “Feel how much I need you,” Jake mumbled in that petulant way that had you complying with his crude sexual advances all week. -And you couldn't even lie to yourself at this very moment, your core was steadily soaking your underwear. You loved how needy he was. How much he needed to be inside you. And you've indulged him, this entire week, after he'd drank his medicine, Jake would always somehow end up inside of you, fucking you relentlessly as if there was no sickness at all.

“J-Just need to be inside you, yeah?’ he's already lifting you with one arm circled around your waist. It's enough for him to pull his sweatpants down, his hard, heavy cock far too eager for you to sink down on it.

“Jake- babe-”

“Here, lick this-'' Jake immediately stuffs two fingers in your mouth and you're immediately silenced. It's how he manhandles you, how utterly in control he is despite being sick, that has you humming and moaning around his fingers. The second he pulls them out, he's reaching under the towel to rub your puffy clit.

“You're so wet, I think you want this too, Princess.”

Jake mumbles into the side of your head, spouting all his dirty vitriol in your ear like he knows you enjoy, all while slowly lowering you onto his monstrous cock.

“Oh my God, you're such a slut-'' he mumbles drunkenly as the head of his cock stretches you open. It fills you in a way that's not only satisfactory, but so deliciously addictive until soon, you're moaning phonography moans, as you push your ass back down onto him, fucking yourself on his leaking cock. “Just like that, fuck-” Jake's head is in the clouds, whike his mouth is hung open, utterly delirious with lust. You bring your knees onto the couch and Jake sits back, making way for you to sit in reverse cowgirl, enough to pull even more of him into you.

“M-Make me cum first,” you mumble, immediately resulting in Jake reaching around to rub furious circles around your clit.

“Fuck, I'm so close, Jakey-”

“God, babe, please cum for me-” he chants so many ‘babe’s’ so many ‘pretty pleases’ until you're squirting around him, with your cunt convulsing around his cock.

“Oh my fucking God, don't stop-” but that's exactly what you do once your high is over. You stop.

“W-What the fuck!?” Jake asks, bucking up into you, after your hips stop moving on top of him at all. He clamps his hand on your sides, urging you to move but you do nothing of the sort.

“Did it feel good, lying to me?” He doesn't register your words, far too hellbent of reaching for his orgasm that lays just beyond a metal threshold.

“Wh-What-”

“I heard you talking to Jongseong.” You seethe, craning neck back to glare daggers in his half-lidded, distressed eyes. “You lied about being sick.”

Jake throws his head back, whining before trying to fuck uo into tou again, “Baby, just sit back down, I'm so close-”

“How long, Jake,” He's trying to be serious, he's trying to sound apologetic, but the sternness in your voice has him reaching the edge.

“P-Past week, fuck!” Jake is in both heaven and hell as a small bit of precum dribbles from his cock still inside you. It twitches and throbs and Jake's fingers sink deeper into your skin. “Okay I couldn't resist you, you were so good!” he finally admits, “And your soup was so good. And the sex too! Everything was so good. What can I do to make it up to you?”

Your next words send a tidal wave of disappointment scorching his stomach. “I don't think you should get to cum- It seems like a bad idea to reward bad behavior with positive reinforcement.”

“Don't talk science at me, just fuck me!”

“I hate you.”

“Don't say that, babe- fuck-I'll cum,” He squeezes you tighter, keeping you firmly situated on top of him. His lips press into your back as he whines helplessly, pride be damned.

"L-Let me cum, babe, please. Im so sorry, I just love you too much. Way too much. And I love when you love me." There are invisible bloody strings pulling at your heart.

"I always love you though, Jake." And as you relent, immediately starting to move your hips again, Jake squirts his cum inside you whole his hips buck wildly into you.

the first time you saw professor sim was during the orientation week. you were a freshman, nervous and excited about starting your journey in college. the campus was bustling with activity, and you were trying to find your way to the science building for your first lecture.

as you walked through the crowded hallway, you accidentally bumped into someone, "oh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, looking up to see a tall man with a kind smile.

"no worries at all," he replied, adjusting his glasses. "are you lost?"

"uh, yeah, actually. I'm trying to find the science building," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"you're in luck. I'm heading there myself. i’m professor sim, by the way," he said, extending his hand.

you shook his hand, feeling a bit more at ease. "nice to meet you, professor sim. i’m l/n y/n.”

"well, y/n, follow me. i'll show you the way," he said, leading you through the maze of hallways. as you walked, you noticed his broad back through his suit. the suit fitting perfectly on him. you blushed watching him strut confidently past students and teachers watching him walk past.

you definitely won’t lie and say he’s not handsome. his glasses framing his face perfectly. you never knew you would like guys with glasses. he suddenly asked about your interests and what drew you to study science. his genuine interest in your answers made you feel welcome.

fast forward to the present, you were now in your second semester, and professor sim class had quickly become your favorite. his enthusiasm for science was infectious, and he had a knack for making even the most complex topics seem approachable. however, the latest homework assignment was proving to be a real challenge.

as you packed your notebooks and computer you saw a girl bluntly flirting with him. batting her eyelashes at him. it wasn’t new seeing different girls trying to talk to him, purposely saying they need help just to see him up close. you cleared your throat you gathered your courage and approached his desk. "professor sim, could I ask for some help with the homework? i’m really struggling with the concepts."

he looked up at you, a warm smile spreading across his face, completely ignoring the other girl in front of him. he probably knew what she was trying to do, "of course, i'd be happy to help. why don't you come by my office later this afternoon?"

the girl huffed at her non existence and walked away, leaving the both of you alone. you nodded, feeling a wave of relief.

later that day, you found yourself sitting across from him in his office. the room was filled with books and scientific models, and the faint smell of coffee lingered in the air.

"alright," he said, pulling up a chair next to you, "let's take a look at what you're having trouble with."

you pulled out your notebook, showing him the problems that had been giving you headaches. he patiently explained each step, breaking down the complex ideas into simpler terms. his explanations were clear and concise, and he used analogies that made the material more relatable.

"see? you're getting the hang of it," he encouraged, his eyes twinkling with pride. "sometimes all it takes is a different perspective."

as you worked through the problems together, you found yourself gaining a deeper understanding of the subject. you also couldn’t help but look at his side profile, his plump soft lips moving with passion for science was evident in every word he spoke, and it was impossible not to be inspired by his enthusiasm.

"thank you so much, professor jake," you said sincerely as you packed up your things. "i really appreciate your help."

"anytime, y/n. don't hesitate to reach out if you need more assistance," he replied with a smile.

you gave him another smile. you left his office feeling more confident and grateful for his guidance. professor sim had not only made the subject more accessible but had also shown you that with the right support, you could tackle even the toughest challenges.

over the next few weeks, you continued to visit his office for help, and each time, you left with a better understanding of the material. his encouragement and patience made all the difference, and you began to see science in a whole new light.

even though you guys only talked about science and just science, you couldn’t help but notice when sim would ask you questions outside of science. like ‘what do you think about your teachers?’ or ‘who’s your favorite teacher so far?’, and each time he’d ask, you would always say him.

one afternoon, as you were wrapping up another productive session, he asked, "so, y/n, have you thought about what you want to do after college?"

you paused, considering his question. it was new for him to ask that, "i'm not entirely sure yet. i know i want to do something in science, but I haven't decided on a specific path."

"that's perfectly fine," he said reassuringly. "you have plenty of time to figure it out. just remember to follow your passion and stay curious. the rest will fall into place."

you smiled, feeling a sense of reassurance, “thank you professor sim. i really appreciate that.”

you watch him push his hair back with a smile. you felt your heart skip a beat and immediately looked away, “i-i think i should get going. it’s getting pretty late.”

“you don’t need a ride do you? it’s pretty dark out since we practiced a bit longer than usual.” he reasoned. you thought for a moment. it is dark out and you don’t know who’s outside at this time. so, you nodded your head.

“great. i’ll tidy up before we go.” he said. you watched him put a few books away and tidying up his desk for tomorrow before grabbing his keys from his drawer. he then walked you to the door.

you both left the college and went to the parking lot. you felt yourself feeling nervous. it was your first time going with sim anywhere but his class. he went to a mercedes car making you hum in acknowledgement.

he chuckled at your reaction, “like it?” he teased. you nodded your head and giggled.

“i don’t really know cars that well, but i just know this one is expensive.” you said. his laugh causing a stir in your stomach.

you both entered the car and buckled up. he backed from the parking lot, “do you live on campus or somewhere else?” he asked.

“i live on campus, but the other one.” you spoke.

“you live pretty far? you walk here?” he murmured. he gazed at you curiously.

you chuckled, “it’s a good walk. i wake up a bit earlier so i’m not late for your class.”

he smiled at you, “if i would’ve known you go that far i’d spare you.” you shook your head and smiled back.

the car ride was silent, you let out a sigh and lay your head on the window. the past few days you haven’t been getting much sleep. you felt your eyes get a bit heavy.

“tired?” sim questioned. you opened your eyes back up and nodded.

“a little. sorry, haven’t really got much sleep. i’ve been so stressed out that i couldn’t sleep.” you joked, but it wasn’t really a joke.

sim hummed, he understood how tiring college could be, “you can take a nap. i mean if you want too. i’ll wake you up when we’re at the campus.” he said.

you smiled gratefully. soon your eyes became heavy and that’s when you fell asleep. your soft breathing soon filling the silence.

jake looked at your sleeping figure. you really were the prettiest student he’s ever seen. he knows it’s wrong to think of you like that. you’re supposed to be just a student to him, but he can’t help but think of something more.

your smile that makes him feel a type of way inside. your pretty laugh that he can’t help but adore. those thoughts were just something he thought weren’t bad, but his other thoughts were a bit more mature.

the way your outfits fit your body perfectly. your breast sitting perfectly in your bra, jiggling when you walk towards him. it’s hard for him not to get rock hard and stare. your fingers so pretty to him that he wonders if they're just as pretty inside your pussy. your glossy lips so pretty when they pout, he wonders what they would feel like around his dick. he just knows they’d stretch so pretty.

he soon parks the car in front of the campus. he shakes you softly, “y/n. we’re here.”

you groaned and turned away from him. he tried shaking you awake again, but you didn’t budge. he sighed and looked around. maybe he could just pick you up and take you to your dorm. that wouldn’t be weird right?

he got off his car and went to your side, opening the car door. he grabbed your backpack and slung it over his shoulder. he unbuckled your seatbelt and picked you up swiftly. he was hoping no one was awake at this time. he opened the door with his free hand and entered the building.

as soon as he unlocked your door he set you down on your bed with your bag on the chair. he couldn’t help but curiously look around. your room filled with collage photos of you and your friends. there was a photo of you and your parents. he slowly picked up the photo and smiled. you looked happy unlike the times you were in the halls.

he set it back down and was about to head out until he heard you making a noise, “sim please. down there.” you moaned out.

jake paused his walking and looked back at you. you were still sleeping, but your breathing started to become uneven and heavy. wait, were you having a dream about him?

he slowly prodded towards you and slightly shook you. you really were a deep sleeper. just then you let out another noise. it sounded like a whimper.

“fuck me sim.” you whispered.

what. the. fuck.

jake nearly choked on his spit. there was no way you talk this clearly in your sleep. were you joking with him? his breathing became unsteady with the uncomfortable feeling between his legs. he cursed at himself for still standing here and quickly left. locking the door on the way out.

he would just pretend he never heard you.

he couldn’t pretend. the whole day he was thinking about what you said last night. with him having to solve his little problem himself. you acted normally the way you did. you remembered he took you back to your campus cause you thanked him first thing when you saw him. if only he didn’t make it seem awkward.

you on the other hand was confused why professor sim was acting strange. were you snoring really loud in his car? you really hoped you didn’t.

as class came to an end, you packed your stuff. as you were packing you couldn’t help but look over at professor sim. your eyes went wide when you saw him talking to another female teacher. you didn’t even notice she came in.

they seem to be chatting about something funny cause sim was laughing a lot to what she was saying. you felt a weird feeling in your chest that you couldn’t describes. was it jealousy?

you sighed and put your bag over your shoulder and left the class without sparing another look. as you were walking you suddenly heard your name being called. you turn around expecting a specific person, but you saw that it was riki.

you gave him a fake smile, “hey riki.” you said. riki smiled once he caught up to you.

“are you okay? i tried texting you last night but you didn’t answer.” he asked. you pushed your hair behind your ear suddenly remembering last night again.

“o-oh i came home pretty early and fell asleep. did you need to talk about something?” you spoke.

riki nodded, “actually i was gonna talk to you about the project-“ “y/n.”

your eyebrows furrowed and looked behind riki, only to see none other than professor sim. he came closer to you guys, “you guys should head to class or you’ll be late, especially you mr. nishimura.”

the tone in professor sim kinda intimidated you. his voice bitter and sharp towards riki. riki nervously nodded his head and gave you a tight smile before walking past you. you looked at professor sim only to see him looking at you.

“did you need something professor sim?” you mumbled, feeling small under his strong gaze.

“don’t waste your time talking to guys and focus on your classes.” he suddenly said. his voice coming more harsh than he intended. your eyebrows furrowed felling a bit offended.

“excuse me?” you said “you should know i don’t waste my time on guys. riki isn’t just any guy, he’s my friend.”

before jake could say something you walked away. jake sighed and pushed his hair back. he didn’t mean to come out like that. he couldn’t shake that feeling of jealousy when he saw how close riki was to you. he’d have to apologize later.

you sighed when your last class finally finished. you were supposed to have your tutoring lesson with sim, but after that incident you don’t think you could go. you’ll just email him saying you’re sick. you left the college and walked to your campus.

you listened to a few playlists while walking. the cool breeze with the sunny sky made you feel relaxed. once you came to your campus you said hi to the lady up front and went to your room. you set your bag on the floor and sighed. a shower sounds good. before you went in the shower you emailed sim about your canc and shut your computer.

you took a quick shower and finished up. you wrapped a robe around your body and dried your hair with a towel, but before you could grab your phone you heard a knock at your door. you frowned, nobody barely knocks on your door, so who could it be. you opened the door and your eyes widened in surprise. it was sim.

“professor sim? what are you-“ “are you that mad at me?” he cut you off. you closed your mouth. is that why he came all the way here?

“professor sim im not mad-“ “so why are you ignoring me?” he said. you didn’t know it mattered that much to him.

“i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to cancel last minute.” you said. maybe that’s why he was upset. he doesn’t like when people cancel stuff last minute. he shook his head.

“i’m not mad if that’s what you’re thinking. i’m asking if you’re mad about what i did earlier.” he admitted. oh. that’s what he was talking about. to be honest you don’t know if you were really mad anymore. so, you shook your head.

“it’s okay. i’m sorry for being rude.” you muttered.

“i should say sorry too. i know you don’t do any of those things. i was just in a bad mood.” he said. was he really in a bad mood if he was talking to that female teacher happily?

you gave him a fake smile, “it’s okay professor sim. was that all you came here for.”

just as he was about to say something, he averted his gaze down and noticed you were in a robe. he felt his face burning and looked back up at you, “o-oh i’m sorry. did i interrupt your bathing time?” he stuttered.

“huh?”

you looked down and also noticed you were still in your robe. you gasped and moved the door in front of you, “i’m sorry!”

he tried shaking his head, but you just kept apologizing, “no it’s fine really! it’s my fault.”

you stopped apologizing and stared at him, awkwardness filling the air. he cleared his throat and looked back at you, “i-i’ll get going-“

“wait. i know this might sound weird, but do you wanna come in for a moment? we can do the lesson here if you're still up for it.” you thought. jake pondered for a moment before nodding.

you got done getting dress in your bathroom and came out. you saw sim sitting on the floor with textbooks on the wooden table you had in the middle of your room. he was looking around your room before staring at you.

you smiled at him and sat next to him, “we can start where we left off yesterday if that’s fine.” you said. he nodded and flipped the page to where you guys left off.

as you he taught you easy ways to get the answer, you felt yourself getting distracted once again by his visuals. you didn’t know what you were feeling at this point, it was a feeling you hated, but wanted to know more about. all of a sudden sim looked at you. you felt your breath get caught in your throat. he was staring at you with a questionable linger in his eyes. you felt his breath against your face. you guys were so close that if you moved a step your lips would touch.

“sim-“ “push me away if you don’t want this.” was all he said when you suddenly felt lips on yours.

you gasped and held tightly on his shirt. his lips molding against yours perfectly. you moaned when you felt his hand grip your ass, making him have access to enter his tongue. you felt your room getting hot as you lay on the ground with sim on top of you.

you took off his jacket while he helped you take it off without breaking the kiss. the dim lighting of your fairy lights making it seem darker than usual. he took off your shorts, only leaving your underwear on. he kissed and sucked along your jawline to your chest, kissing it gently. the sexual tension you guys had finally snapping in him. he lifted your shirt up and unclasped your bra. you felt the cold air hit your nipples and made a noise.

he smirked against your chest before gripping one breast and sucking the other. you let out a moan and gripped his locks. he groaned and pinched your nipple making you jerk.

“sim.” you whimpered. he looked up at you and departed from your breast.

he started unbuttoning his long sleeve button up, “call me jake.” he said. you bit your lip when you finally saw his toned body. god if you would’ve known he had that body under his suit you would’ve made a move sooner.

he leaned back down and kissed you gently, biting your lip making you sigh. you felt his right hand slowly going down until it made contact with your cloth pussy. you threw your head back when you suddenly felt him rub your folds up and down.

he dipped his hand in a second later and confused rubbing your folds, “fuck you’re so wet.” he murmured.

you nodded and kissed him again. both of your lips swollen. you wouldn’t want it any other way though. he took his fingers away and put them in his mouth. you watched intensely as he smirked at you. he got up and lifted you up bridal style before putting you on your bed. he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down revealing his boxers.

you gasp at the outline of his dick. you know it’s big. he got on top of you again and slid down your underwear. you felt yourself blushing with how he stared. you felt the urge to close your legs but before you could jake dipped his head down to your pussy.

“j-jake wait.” you moaned when you suddenly felt his hot tongue lick your folds.

he groaned as you gripped his hair again. he licked your folds again but this time he sucked on your clit. you thrash around at the new feeling as your eyes rolled back.

the sound of wet slurping noises was the only thing heard in your room. jake couldn’t get enough of your pussy. he was a completely pussy drunk man at this moment. your sweet juices leaking out, he knows you love it just as much as he does.

you felt a tight feeling in your pussy and patted his head, “j-jake m’gonna cum!” you cried out. he didn’t stop making you feel your climax coming. you let out one last moan before your orgasm finally hit. your legs shaking on the side of his head. he drummed up your cum like he was a dehydrated man.

you panted harshly and whined when he finally pulled away. he licked the rest on his chin, “fuck, you taste so good.” he says. he pulls his boxers down and that’s when you finally saw his dick. it was veiny and hard, precum at the tip.

“do you need to be prepped?” he said. you shook your head. you needed his dick in you now.

he positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in. he groaned while you whimpered and held him tightly. he hissed when he felt you scratching at his back. slowly, he backed up and pushed back in so you could get used to the feeling.

a few minutes later you felt a pleasure tingling in your body, “j-jake faster. please.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. he started going at a faster pace and that’s when you were out of it. his tip hitting your g-spot.

“yes! right there! oh fuck!” you cried out. the sound of skin slapping, panting, and bed creaking was heard. you had a feeling people could hear you, but you could care less. especially with the way jake was fucking you.

he gripped your neck with a free hand, “such a little whore for dick. gonna be a good bitch for me?” he rasped out. you nodded your head frantically.

he felt you squeeze his dick and moaned. your pussy was a match made in heaven just for him.

you felt another orgasm coming and arched your back. he gripped your hips and snapped his hips harder. your orgasm hit you hard and you saw white. jake snapped his hips three more times before pulling his dick out, stroking himself on your stomach before cumming.

both of you panted uneven and hard. he got off your bed and grabbed the towel you used for your hair and wiped your stomach and wiped your pussy. you whined from sensitivity.

he grabbed another pair of pajamas for you and helped your put them on.

he put the towel in your dirty basket and went back to you, pushing your hair back, “i should get going.” he said.

you pouted, “do you have to leave?”

jake hated that he did, but he can’t get caught with his own student, “it’s for the better. you’ll see me tomorrow.”

you finally nodded your head. he covered you with your blanket and kissed your head, “goodnight beautiful.” he whispered. you soon dozed off into dreamland.

jake got dressed and looked at you one last time before shutting your door with a soft click.

you groaned feeling an ach in your body. you got up and went to your bathroom. you looked at yourself in the mirror and gasped. your neck was covered in hickeys from your neck to your chest. you traced your fingers along them and slowly smiled.

you took another shower and got dressed for the day. you out on a crew neck to cover your hickeys. good thing it was cold out today.

you soon got to the campus and entered your class to see jake already there typing on his computer. he didn’t notice you so you decided to sit down at your seat. once the bell ring he looked up from his computer and spotted you. he gave you a knowing grin before standing up, getting ready for the lecture.

“alright guys, did you finish the homework from yesterday?” he chimed. students began taking out their notes and handed them in. you turned yours in too. jake continued his lecture until the bell rang. students left the class while you waited until everyone left.

you went up to his desk and gave him a smile. he got up and gave you a hug. you giggled and stuffed your face in his neck.

“your not hurt anywhere are you?” he asked. you shook your head. he sighed in relief before letting you go.

“same time at my place?” you said. jake chuckled and quickly pecked your lips.

“i can’t today. i have a meeting to attend.” he spoke. you pouted, but understood.

“okay. i’ll see you later though right?” you said. he chuckled at your urgent question and nodded.

“of course you will beautiful.” he replied. you smiled cheerfully before leaving his class so he could attend his meeting.

over the next few days it would be the same. jake would come over to your dorm and would spend time with you, either having loving sex or just spending time together. everything was going just the way you wanted it too. until an incident happened.

rumors started to spread around campus. whispers of favoritism and inappropriate relationships between you and professor sim filled the halls. despite your best efforts to ignore them, the pressure was mounting.

one evening, after a particularly stressful day, jake asked to meet you in his office.

you opened the door to his office to see him already there in deep thought. you let out a gulp before going towards him, “jake?”

he looked up at you, but it wasn’t with the same loving look he usually gave you. “y/n, we need to talk," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "i think we should stop what we’re doing. what we had was nothing but satisfaction we wanted to get off our chests.”

your heart sank, where was he coming from with this? satisfaction? getting it off our chest? you couldn’t help but feel tears pricking your eyes, “w-what do you mean? don’t you love me?”

jake stared at you as if you were just a regular person to him, “y/n, what we had wasn’t love. you were just a way to relive my stress. whatever you thought we had ends here. you may be dismissed.”

the lack of emotions in his voice finally made your tears fall freely.

you let out a sob, “i hate you! don’t ever talk to me again!” you screamed out before leaving his room, slamming the door shut.

weeks went by, and the pain of the breakup lingered. you threw yourself into your studies, trying to keep your mind off jake. even though you had him first period and he was your professor, you made a good route on ignoring him. none of it was easy, but you found solace in your friend, riki, who had always been there for you. his presence was comforting, and slowly, you began to smile again.

“are you gonna have that?” riki asked. you rolled your eyes at him before smiling. you gave him your cookie which he happily accepted.

you both were currently waiting at a bus station. after riki found out you walk a long way to the college, he insisted on paying for your bus rides as long as he gets to go with you.

“it’s way too cold out today.” you commented. riki nodded his head as he munched on the cookie. you shivered when a gust of wind blew at you guys. riki noticed your freezing state.

“come closer to me.” he said. you scooted a bit closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder. you sighed at somewhat of a closer warm feeling. as you guys continued waiting you saw a familiar car stopping in front of you guys. your eyes widened when the driver door suddenly opened revealing jake.

before you could think, jake yanked your wrist and pulled you away from riki. you yelped and tried taking your wrist away from him.

“what the hell are you doing?” you snapped at him. riki got up and tried to help you but jake stopped him.

“get the hell away or you’ll regret it.” he gritted his teeth. riki stopped and looked at you worriedly. you shook your head at him not to come any further. jake took you to his car, opening the passenger door and setting you inside. he slammed it shut before going to the drivers seat and entering.

you silently watched him start the car, leaving riki in the cold. you felt guilty and angry and looked at jake, “let me go jake! i wanna be with riki!” you yelled.

jake ignored you. you scoffed, “jake seriously. let me go!”

“stop talking or i’ll find a way to make you.” he said. you immediately stopped ranting and stared at him. you decided to stay silent. you knew you couldn’t fight him when it came to this.

in all honesty jake never felt so jealous before until now. you were so close to riki that something inside him snapped. at first he was gonna let it go since he’s the one that initiated the end to your relationship, but he saw a spark in your eyes that he hadn't seen in a while.

a pang of regret hit him hard. he realized that letting you go was a mistake. the rumors and the pressure seemed insignificant compared to the happiness he saw in your eyes.

you arrived at a building. you assumed it was an apartment building. jake opened your door when he came out. you stepped out when he grabbed your wrist and took you inside.

when you finally got to a room he unlocked it with a pin and entered it. the first thing you saw was shelves lined with scientific journals and textbooks, a whiteboard covered in equations and diagrams, but amidst all the science, there was also a comfy reading nook with a big, plush armchair and a collection of classic novels. you noticed how he had a nice window view of the city night. now that you thought of it, it was your first time at his place.

“you can take your jacket off.” he said. slowly, you took off your jacket. he grabbed it and settled it on a rack.

you stood there awkwardly and waited for his next move. he extended his hand out for you to grab. you took it as he walked you to the couch, “i’ll go get us some drinks.”

you sat down on the couch and waited. you didn’t know what to talk about to him. he came back with a drink and handed it to you. you grabbed it and took a small sip. he sat down next to you and that’s when he made he contact with you, but this time he had that same old look he gave you back then.

"y/n, I made a mistake," he confessed. "seeing you with riki made me realize how much i miss you. i thought i was protecting you, but all I did was hurt you. can you ever forgive me?"

you took a deep breath, the memories of your time together flooding back. you wanted to just drop everything and forgive him, but you knew it’s best to face reality.

“professor sim-“ “jake.” he cut you off.

you sighed, “jake, i forgive you, but i don’t think we can go back to the way it was. what you said really did hurt me that i couldn’t even eat or sleep. i don’t wanna go that same route again.”

jake looked at you regretfully. you just wanted to hug him and hold him forever. he stared down, “i understand. i don’t blame you at all. i really did fuck it up cause i was a coward.” he admitted.

“you’re not a coward jake. you just didn’t wanna lose your job.”

“but i lost you instead.” he said. now it was your turn to stare down. jake slowly lifted your head up with his hand under your chin.

"I promise y/n, i’ll do anything to get you back." he promised.

you gave him a smile. you know it’ll take time to work things out, but you knew if you did it together, nothing would stop you guys from being with each other. so, you cupped your hand on his and gave him a reassuring smile.