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αΆ» π π° synopsis ββ taking comfort in the thought that you are together in aloneness through late night talks, heartfelt confessions, and a genuine connection. with your shared experience of recent heartbreaks, you wonder if getting together would be all worth it. in which you find solace in each other's company, that you are alone together.
αΆ» π π° pairing ββ park wonbin x reader.
αΆ» π π° notes ββ the second wb smau i was telling y'all about while btl was still going on... tackles life and struggles in finding love in college so maybe this will be a bit more serious than lighthearted.. will contain mature content. somewhat based on a true story so minors do take note on what you consume on this hellsite. will take my time with this btw lol.. hopefully bbina will deliver... enjoy! + let's save our time together by making sure your blogs are visible for me to be able to tag you!
p.s if you came from my main blog saeist, this used to be nagi's fic :x
chapters . . . αΆ» π π°
π‘ introduction
π‘ one . . . ghosted
π‘ two . . . he's hot
π‘ three . . . close friends
π‘ four . . . you're drunk
π‘ five . . . K.O
π‘ six . . . new me
π‘ seven . . . boys night
π‘ eight . . . speak of the devil
π‘ nine . . . love sucks βΎ
π‘ ten . . . seunghan's friend
π‘ eleven . . . close
π‘ twelve . . . intrigued
π‘ thirteen . . . don't shoot the messenger βΎ
π‘ fourteen . . . pinky promise βΎ
π‘ fifteen . . . see you later
π‘ sixteen . . . take a hit βΎ
π‘ seventeen . . . exchange numbers
π‘ eighteen . . . boundaries
π‘ nineteen . . . deal
π‘ twenty . . . someone
π‘ twenty one . . . yearning βΎ
π‘ twenty two . . . lullaby
π‘ twenty three . . . big favor
π‘ twenty four . . . blind date βΎ
π‘ twenty five . . . muse
π‘ twenty six . . . fell asleep
π‘ twenty seven . . . ponyo
π‘ twenty eight . . . happy birthday seunghan
π‘ twenty nine . . . different βΎ
π‘ thirty . . . worse
π‘ thirty one . . . make things weird
π‘ thirty two . . . dispatch sideline
π‘ thirty three . . . just a friend
π‘ thirty four . . . chismosavirus
π‘ thirty five . . . location
π‘ thirty six . . . keychain βΎ
π‘ thirty seven . . . proof of life
π‘ thirty eight . . . safe space
π‘ thirty nine . . . just in case
π‘ forty . . . stay βΎ
π‘ forty one . . . intrusive thoughts βΎ
π‘ forty two . . . good friend
π‘ forty three . . . stage fright
π‘ forty four . . . friend stealer
π‘ forty five . . . girl best friend βΎ
π‘ forty six . . . flirting with their eyes βΎ
π‘ forty seven . . . don't they? βΎ
π‘ forty eight . . . left on delivered
π‘ forty nine . . . just us two βΎ
π‘ fifty . . . backtracking
π‘ fifty one . . . release the kraken
π‘ fifty two . . . situationshiptitis βΎ
π‘ fifty three . . . since when
π‘ fifty four . . . better this way βΎ
π‘ fifty five . . . why
π‘ fifty six . . . i don' care
π‘ fifty seven . . . out of sight, out of mind
π‘ fifty eight . . . reality βΎ
π‘ fifty nine . . . just another girl
π‘ sixty . . . casual βΎ
π‘ sixty one . . . dickmatized
π‘ sixty two . . . back like this
π‘ sixty three . . . i'm sorry βΎ
π‘ sixty four . . . updates
π‘ sixty five . . . old habits do die hard
π‘ sixty six . . . people change
π‘ sixty seven . . . enough
π‘ sixty eight . . . end of beginning
π‘ sixty nine . . . ready now
π‘ seventy . . . alone together βΎ
summary: one day, wonbin, the president of an entertainment company, coincidentally sees y/n on the subway. mesmerized by her mystical beauty, he begins riding the subway every day, just so he can see her. when they are unexpectedly reunited, love sparks between their hearts. until wonbin discovers a secret about her.
the first time wonbin saw her, the subway car was half-empty and smelled faintly of rain-soaked coats and instant coffee.
he was slouched against the pole near the door, earbuds in but music paused, scrolling mindlessly through schedules that blurred together, meetings, auditions, investor dinners, the endless rotation of his life as ceo of starlight entertainment. twenty-eight felt heavier than it should.
then the train jerked to a stop at itaewon station.
she stepped in.
long coat the color of midnight fog, hair falling in soft, unstyled waves that caught the fluorescent light like spun moonlight. she didnβt look around. she simply found a spot by the opposite door, slipped one hand into her pocket, and stared out the window even though it was too dark to see anything but reflections.
wonbin forgot how to blink.
there was something almost otherworldly about her. not the polished, camera-ready beauty he saw every day at work. this was quieter. softer. like she belonged to a different season, one that hadnβt arrived yet. her lashes were long and dark against pale skin, lips slightly parted as if she were whispering secrets to the glass.
the train lurched forward again.
she swayed gently with the motion, fingers tightening around the strap of her worn canvas bag. wonbin realized he was staring. he looked away. then back. then away again, heart doing an embarrassing little flip he hadnβt felt since high school.
when his stop came, gangnam, the glittering heart of everything he was supposed to care about he didnβt move.
he stayed.
the next morning he told himself it was just curiosity.
he took the same line. same car. same time.
she was there.
always near the same door. always looking out. sometimes she read a small paperback with a frayed cover. sometimes she sketched in a tiny notebook, pencil moving in quick, sure strokes. once she pressed her forehead to the window and closed her eyes, and wonbin felt something ache inside his chest.
he never approached her.
he just⦠watched. memorized the way she tucked hair behind her ear when she was thinking. the way her brows furrowed slightly when the train swayed too hard. the faint smile that appeared when she read something funny.
days became weeks.
he started leaving earlier just to catch this exact train. meetings were rescheduled. his secretary raised an eyebrow but said nothing. wonbin didnβt care. this quiet, stolen hour on the subway became the only part of his day that felt real.
then one rainy tuesday, everything changed.
the car was more crowded than usual. people pressed shoulder to shoulder. wonbin stood near the middle, gripping the overhead bar, when someone stumbled backward as the train braked hard.
her.
she collided softly against his chest, canvas bag slipping from her shoulder. instinct made him catch her elbow before she could fall completely.
βsorry, iβm so sorry,β she breathed, voice low and a little husky, like she wasnβt used to speaking loudly.
wonbin froze.
up close she smelled like rain and something sweet, jasmine? vanilla? her eyes were wide, deep brown with golden flecks near the pupil, framed by lashes still dotted with rain.
βitβs okay,β he managed. his voice came out softer than he meant. βyou alright?β
she nodded quickly, cheeks flushing. βyeah. thank you.β
she tried to step back, but the crowd wouldnβt let her. they were pressed together now, her shoulder against his chest, his hand still lightly on her elbow like he was afraid sheβd disappear if he let go.
the train rattled on.
βiβm wonbin,β he said suddenly, because the silence felt louder than the wheels on the tracks.
her gaze flicked up. surprised. then a tiny smile curved her lips.
βy/n.β
his heart slammed against his ribs.
y/n.
they didnβt speak much after that. just small things. the weather. how crowded the train was today. how the coffee shop near exit 3 had the best red bean buns. but every word felt precious, like something stolen from time itself.
when her stop came, hongdae, she gave him a shy wave.
βsee you tomorrow?β she asked, almost like a question.
she smiled again, small, real, and disappeared into the sea of umbrellas.
after that, they found each other every morning.
sometimes they talked the whole ride. sometimes they stood in comfortable silence, shoulders brushing. once she offered him one earbud and they listened to a lo-fi playlist together while rain streaked the windows. another time she showed him the sketch sheβd been working on a delicate line drawing of the subway car at dusk, light spilling through the doors like honey.
βyouβre really good,β he said quietly.
she ducked her head. βitβs just practice.β
but he could see how much it meant to her.
weeks turned into a month. then two.
wonbin started smiling more at work. humming in elevators. his best friend and vice president, seunghan, narrowed his eyes one day and said, βyouβre seeing someone, arenβt you?β
wonbin only smiled.
he hadnβt kissed her yet. hadnβt even held her hand.
but he was falling. hard. helplessly. every morning he woke up counting the minutes until he could see her again.
then came the day everything cracked open.
it was a chilly november morning. the train was quieter than usual. y/n sat beside him on the bench seat, something new, something that made his pulse race. their thighs touched. neither of them moved away.
she was quieter today. fingers twisting the hem of her scarf.
βeverything okay?β wonbin asked softly.
she hesitated. then reached into her bag and pulled out a cream envelope. inside was a single sheet of paper.
she handed it to him without a word.
he read.
seoul national university hospital
department of oncology
patient: l/n y/n
diagnosis: acute lymphoblastic leukemia (relapse)
treatment plan: chemotherapy, possible bone marrow transplant
prognosis: guarded
the words blurred.
wonbinβs hands started shaking.
βy/nβ¦β
βi was going to tell you,β she whispered. βi justβ¦ i didnβt want this to be the only thing you saw when you looked at me.β
he looked at her then, really looked.
the faint shadows under her eyes heβd always thought were just tiredness. the way she sometimes pressed a hand to her side when she thought he wasnβt watching. how she always carried that little canvas bag with snacks, medicine, a soft hat for the days she felt coldest.
βhow long?β he asked, voice cracking.
βdiagnosed at nineteen. went into remission for four years. it came back three months ago.β
three months.
right around the time he first saw her.
his throat burned.
βwhy didnβt you say anything?β
βbecause for the first time in yearsβ¦ i felt normal with you.β her voice trembled. βyou looked at me like i was justβ¦ me. not a patient. not a statistic. just y/n.β
tears slipped down her cheeks.
wonbin set the paper aside carefully. then he reached for her hand, slowly, giving her time to pull away.
she didnβt.
he laced their fingers together. her hand was cold. fragile. perfect.
βiβm not going anywhere,β he said.
she let out a broken laugh. βwonbin, you donβt understand. the treatment isβ¦ itβs aggressive. there are days i can barely get out of bed. hair loss. nausea. infections. it might not evenββ
βi donβt care.β
her eyes snapped to his.
βi mean it,β he continued, voice low and fierce. βi donβt care about any of that. i care about you. the girl who sketches subway lights. the girl who hums when she thinks no oneβs listening. the girl who made me look forward to mornings again.β
tears streamed faster now.
βiβm scared,β she admitted in the smallest voice.
βme too,β he whispered. βbut weβre doing this together. okay?β
she searched his face for a long moment.
then she nodded.
wonbin lifted her hand to his lips. pressed the softest kiss to her knuckles.
βfrom now on,β he murmured against her skin, βevery hard day, every hospital visit, every morning you donβt feel like getting upβ¦ you call me. text me. scream at me if you need to. just donβt carry it alone.β
y/n let out a shaky breath.
then she leaned forward and rested her forehead against his shoulder.
he wrapped both arms around her carefully, like she was made of starlight and held her while she cried quietly into his coat.
the train kept moving.
but for the first time in months, wonbin didnβt feel like he was running out of time.
he felt like time had finally slowed down enough for him to love her properly.
over the next weeks, everything changed and nothing did.
they still took the subway every morning.
only now wonbin carried her bag when it felt too heavy. he slipped hand warmers into her pockets on cold days. he memorized her medication schedule and texted her dumb memes at 8:03 a.m. to make her laugh before treatment.
some days she was too weak to stand. those days he called his driver and they rode in the back of the black sedan instead her head on his shoulder, his fingers combing gently through what was left of her hair after the first round of chemo.
he never once looked at her like she was broken.
he looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing heβd ever seen.
one evening, after a particularly rough session, she was curled on his couch in his apartment oversized hoodie swallowing her frame, beanie pulled low.
wonbin came back from the kitchen with two mugs of hot chocolate.
βextra marshmallows,β he announced proudly.
she smiled weakly. βyouβre spoiling me.β
βgood.β he sat beside her, pulled a blanket over both their laps. βget used to it.β
she sipped slowly. then set the mug down.
βwonbin?β
βhm?β
βthank you.β
he tilted his head. βfor what?β
βfor seeing me.β her voice cracked. βeven now. especially now.β
he set his own mug aside. cupped her face gently thumbs brushing the tops of her cheekbones.
βiβve been seeing you since the first second you stepped on that train,β he whispered. βand iβm never going to stop.β
her eyes shimmered.
then she leaned in.
their first kiss was slow. careful. trembling.
her lips were soft. hesitant. tasting faintly of chocolate and salt.
wonbin kissed her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
because she was.
when they pulled apart, foreheads touching, she whispered against his mouth,
βi love you.β
wonbinβs heart cracked open.
βi love you too,β he breathed. βso much it hurts.β
outside, seoul glittered.
inside, two people held each other like theyβd invented time itself.
and maybe, just maybe, they still had enough of it left to fill with quiet mornings, subway rides, whispered promises, and a love that refused to let go.
βββ sypnosis: what started as a desperate living situation slowly becomes something else entirely. some feelings refuse to stay on one side of the room, and the only thing harder than admitting them is pretending they donβt exist when youβre sleeping three feet apart every single night.
βββ note: the idea just pops out of nowhere because i'm thinking of renting a dorm for my review π and it's my first time writing so i hope i'm funny also!! timestamps and dates doesn't matter
β synopsis: y/n moves to her new apartament and everything is going great, that's until on her first night she wakes up to the sound of loud ass guitar next door.
β pairing: band guitarist!wonbin x reader
β tags: boy next door!wonbin, neighbors to enemies to lovers kinda thing, any warnings will be added when needed!
β genre: smau, crack, strangers to enemies to lovers, boy next door!wonbin, neighbors au, band au
β featuring: riize, karina and winter (aespa), jungwon (enhypen)
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β synopsis. yn, owner of a well-known perfume brand, releases a new series inspired by a heartbreak. unaware that the model promoting the series is the one who caused the heartbreak.
β wc. 284 / not proofread
due to taesanβs mishap with wonbinβs contract, yn felt like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole; she didnβt think she had it in her to continue working with wonbin after their last conversation.
the two successfully managed to avoid each other during meetings and past shoots. yet due to the next concept being only known by yn. they were forced to be together on set. though thankfully, the shoot went on peacefully.
wonbin approached the girl with a slight smile, handing her a bottle of water, they were currently in a flower field for wonbinβs photoshoot for the next part of the series.
βnice work,β yn commented after thanking him. which earned her a hum from him. βitβs all thanks to your ideas,β the boy shrugged.
βwonbin i-β
βiβm sorry..β
their gazes met as they both spoke at the same time, wonbin awkwardly nodded; asking her to continue.
βiβ¦ i just wanted to say sorry for lashing out at you a few weeks agoβ¦ i realized that i never really gave you the chance to explain..β
wonbin sighed and turned in his seat to face her. βiβm sorry too, for everything i said. and also for what i did back then,β
yn gave him a subtle nod and an understanding smile before he continued: βdo you think we could start over?β
βstartβ¦ over?β yn tilted her head in confusion at his suggestion, earning a panicked laugh from wonbin.
βi mean, like, we could start over by being friends? not necessarily start over with dating...β he rubbed the back of his nape as he explained. yn nodded again, but before she could give him a reply her phone vibrated with a text notification.
β° pairing: pervy!professor!wonbin x camgirl!student!fem!reader | β° wc: 4.6k | β° cw: MDNI!!! heavily sexual contentβ¦literally porn bro | β° plot: since your first year of college, you've had a side gig to earn extra cash. during one of your streams, you meet an interesting new user catches your attention.
You watched the comments as they appeared on your stream.
"Please take off your shirt for me, baby. Oh my god...ur so sexy. Take it off for Daddy. Turn around so I can see it from the back."
A part of you enjoyed the attention you received from your little side hustle, but the real reason you did this was to fund your education--or more realistically...your housing.
You leaned back on your bed, spreading your legs as you reached your fingers down to toy with your wetness.
"Fuck baby. ur so wet. i wanna see u abuse that little cunt."
A notification popped up on the side of the screen alerting you to perform a paid request. Someone was paying 80 dollars to watch you finger yourself. That was a hefty amount to say that your viewers were already paying a subscription--and you were gonna end up doing that anyway.
You first inserted one finger to get you started before slipping a second finger in. You pulled them back and forth, grazing your g-spot every so often.
"I wish I was fucking u with my dick rn. Faster baby, please. I'm already so close."
You felt the buzzing from your remote-controlled vibrator beside you. "Oh, I guess someone really wants me to use my toy, huh?" you chuckled lightly. You knew that paying to control the vibrations on your toy costs $150 for 10 minutes.
"yes, please. I wanna see u cum all over your sheets."
You reached over to grab the smooth toy before pushing it into your pussy. You didn't have enough time to stretch yourself, but your viewers liked to hear you struggle. "Ngh!" you groaned.
"If you squirt I'll give you 100 dollars. Cum for me baby. God ur so fucking tight. Let me fuck u one time plz."
The squelching sounds of your wet pussy coupled with your soft moans filled the room as a creamy substance coated the toy. The vibrations intensified causing you to tightly close your legs. You felt your pussy clench around the toy as you came closer to your high.
"open ur legs baby I wanna see u fucking that cunt. i would eat your pussy till you cry. ur moans make me so fucking horny."
Another notification popped up, requesting that you use the rose toy on your clit while you keep using the vibrator. It was 50 dollars, not much, but it was a simple request. Your chest heaved as you pressed the toy against your clit.
Your legs trembled as you climaxed. Fortunately, you were able to secure that extra hundred as you squirted.
"Okay, guys," you said as you slowly caught your breath. "That's it for today."
"aww. please can you just cum one more time."
"I really have to go right now, but I'll be back soon," you smiled. Even though your face was completely hidden you still gave your usual expressions. You waved as the viewers left your server one by one.
The last one there was someone new. This was the same guy...or girl that had been giving you all of those paid requests.
Username: Darkomen302
They had a mysterious vibe about them and you wanted see if there was any inkling to who they were on their profile. Every now and then, a client caught your eye. So this was nothing new.
Their age was listed as "old enough to be here" which meant that they had been verified, but chose to keep that detail anonymous. The bio was even more useless. "I'm the demon you can't stop dreaming about."
No profile picture, no name, no age...this was unlike anything you ever experienced.
A fairy-like tone chimed from your laptop indicating a new message from your secret admirer.
"How much for a private call?"
"It depends on what you want to do," you replied.
"Okay, well I want to watch you play with yourself."
"That'll be $200. I can add it to your subscription if you want."
"What do you mean?"
"I can just update your account. You'll have to pay a little more though."
"That's okay, I'll take it."
You watched as the banner on his account changed from silver to gold, indicating that he had upgraded his account.
"That was fast," you thought to yourself.
"I wish I could call you right now, but I have somewhere to be," they messaged.
"That's alright. Maybe we can do it some other time."
"How about tonight?"
Their eagerness was slightly off-putting, but you've dealt with stranger clients.
βOkay, sounds good. How about somewhere around 9 oβclock my time?β
βWhat time is it for you now?β
βItβs 2:15pm right now.β
βOh, well it looks like weβre in the same time zone. See ya then,β he sent a winking emoticon before going offline.
You closed your laptop and got dressed for your first day of class. When you researched your anatomy professor, not a single picture came up.
This wasn't entirely off-putting given that he was a new professor.
Living on campus definitely had it's perks. You were just a few steps away from all of your classes, which meant you didn't have to get up as early to be on time. But it also made you lazy for the same reasons.
You pulled your bag over your shoulder as you walked into the classroom.
"Good evening, class. My name is Wonbin Park, but you will address me as, Professor Park," he announced as he wrote his name on the board. "Or Mr. Park, Dr. Park, Professor P. It's fine with me so long as it's formal."
"No fucking way," you whispered to yourself as you thought back to the first time you unintentionally met your professor...
"Oh my god, he's so fucking hot," you heard one girl whispering to her friend next to you.
"Have some fucking decorum," another student spat at them. "You can talk like that after class...no one wants to hear that stupid shit."
"We're not even talking that loud, relax," one of the girls spat back at him.
"So? I'm telling you right now that if the genders were reversed you'd be saying some shit like that's so disgusting, guys are dogs."
"Whatever," You watched as the girl rolled their eyes at his remark, but he wasn't wrong. They could at least wait till he's not around to talk about him.
"As much as I love to see some good peer interaction, I'd prefer if I could teach today's lesson without the distractions. It makes it kinda hard to focus, not only for me but for others in the class," he smiled as he looked over to your section of seats.
"As I was saying," he turned back to the board "This is just an introductory class to anatomy. A brief overview of what you'll see in some of your later courses like biology and microbiology."
You wrote a few copious notes about the content covered in class. Mainly the contact information, grade system, late work policy, and exam dates. Stuff you thought was too important to forget. You didn't really like asking questions so this should be helpful.
"Alright, everybody. Let's have a little social lesson. I have a cup of popsicle sticks up here by me. Grab one stick and this little prompt sheet. Then go find your partner to mingle with for the next 10 minutes and come back here so we can do one more round," he said walking behind his desk.
After everyone had pulled a stick there were still a few left over. So the professor offered to join the game for the last round before class ended.
"God I hope I get to be his partner," one of the girls who sat next to you whispered, clasping her hands together.
Ironically, you were the one who got paired up with him instead of her. You scanned over the list, thinking of a reply to each of them.
What's your name?
How old are you?
Where are you from/hometown?
What is something that makes you stand out?
What's your major?
Do you have any siblings/pets?
What's your favorite food/drink?
Do you have any hobbies/special talents?
"How about you ask the first question," he smiled.
"Umm...I don't really know which one to ask first," you chuckled shyly.
"Okay, then I'll start. What's your name?"
"_____ _____."
"Now, it's your turn to ask me a question. Since you already know my name, you'll have to pick something else."
"Hmm...how old are you?"
"22," he replied before you proceeded to fill out the rest of the sheet with his answers.
"Can I ask you a question that isn't on this paper?"
"Umm, sure...depending on what it is."
"I'm just curious to know how you became a college professor at such a young age.
"Well I started college pretty early and I took quite a few AP courses in high school which gave me a head start."
"What made you want to teach anatom--" you were cut off by the timer on his phone. The real questions you wanted to ask him would have to wait until later. This wasn't really the time or place for a conversation like that.
"Maybe we can talk more during my office hours," he smiled before signaling everyone to go back to their desks and gather their things.
"Before you guys leave, come by my desk to grab a copy of the syllabus. It's short and will serve as your guide throughout the semester. Please look at the syllabus before you contact me with any questions because you might already have your answer," he said as shuffling sounds filled the room of about 50 students.
You were the last one in line to grab your copy, you didn't really like pushing through people, so going last was a safe option. You still managed to catch a glimpse of the same two girls from earlier giving the professor blowjob eyes as they took the paper from his hands.
You couldn't deny the fact that he was obviously attractive, but these girls were a little over the top, to say the least, and you were certain their subtle actions would escalate in the following classes.
You took your paper and smiled softly as you met his eyes. There was something about the way he looked at you that made your heart skip a beat.
But you refused to be anything like those other girls. Plus you never really needed any extra credit activities. You were smart enough to pass on your own.
Lucky for you, this was the only class you had for today. Which meant that you could go straight home after this 2-hour lecture.
As soon as you made it back to your room, you remembered that you had to do another live stream for your female viewers today. So you prepped yourself for some classic pillow fun.
"Hey, ladies. D'you miss me?" you asked as you came into frame. They often liked to watch you change, which was difficult because you had to keep your face out of view.
"I've been waiting for this all day. I wish I could help you undress."
You stretched your body to pull your shirt over your head, revealing your bra--that you planned to keep on, especially since you were wearing a brand new panty set. You always let the ladies be the first to see.
"The way I would throw you onto that bed and eat you out till you beg me to stop. I'd kill to be your roommate."
You moved the camera to face your bed as you straddled your fluffy white pillow. Just as you began moving your hips back and forth against the plush fabric, your comments were blowing up with requests for you to show your boobs.
"play with your nipples for me, baby."
Even though you didn't really want to take off your bra you did it anyway.
"Oh my god! Fuck yes! ur tits are so perfect."
*Bing* your laptop chimed as a text from your new friend popped up.
"Are we still on for tonight?"
You obviously couldn't respond in the middle of your stream so you just ignored it until a eye-catching comment caught your attention.
"Darkomen302 has joined your stream..."
You continued the rest of your stream, as usual--getting off before thanking your viewers. You were curious as to what all this Darkomen user wanted to do.
"Yeah, we're still on. Sorry, I couldn't respond earlier...I was in the middle of a stream."
"Oh, I saw. You did pretty good by the way."
"Thanks lol. So did you want to just get started now?"
"Yeah sure, just let me finish up something real quick."
"Okay," you texted before closing your laptop.
It had been about 10 minutes before you came back online. You checked your student emails as you waited for a message from your secret admirer.
An email from Professor Park just came in about his office hours and other windows of availability...
Good evening, Miss _______.
It was really nice getting to know a little bit about you today. I'm glad we got paired up. Below are my preferred office hours, but you can contact me anytime using either my work email or personal phone number.
(Mon-Thu 4-5pm)
(Fri 4-5:30pm)
(Sat-Sun 10-11am)
Make sure you stay on top of your assignments and take good care of yourself. I hope you have a good rest of your evening. Can't wait to see you again next week.
Sincerely,
Professor Park.
Email Sent: Today 18:21pm
"Okay, well how about we go out for dinner tonight around 8--unless you're busy. In that case, we can just reschedule. Nothing too formal. I just have a few more questions," you responded.
"Sounds great! You can meet me in my office. I'll be working a little longer today."
Before you got a chance to respond to your professor a videocall notification from Darkomen302 popped up on your screen.
"Sorry, if I seem a little pushy. I just couldn't wait until later. I kinda have something planned tonight," they typed.
"That's okay. I'll make sure you finish quickly," you smiled. "Just tell me what you want me to do." You were wearing only an oversized t-shirt and the same panties from earlier.
"Okay, well can you sit back a bit. Just so I can get a better view of your pussy."
You did just as they requested, sitting back to spread your legs in front of the camera before circling your clit.
"Did you want to turn your mic on? It might make telling me what to do a little quicker," you suggested. A part of you was eager to at least know this user's gender. Mainly to give you an idea of what you were dealing with.
"Yeah, sure. But I can't talk too loud."
"That's fine," you said as you continued to toy with your clit.
"Can you hear me good enough?" he asked as he switched his mic on.
"Mmm yeah. I can hear you perfectly," something about his voice seemed familiar, but you couldn't pinpoint it just yet. "Did you wanna turn your camera on too? That way I can watch you cum too."
"Umm..."
"Don't worry. You can keep it titled down just so I can see your dick," as often as you did this, having a little extra visual stimulation always made things better.
"Okay," you heard a bit of shuffling before his camera finally came on. You watched as he stroked himself through his pants.
"Oh my god, that looks so good," you hummed as you slid your fingers down to gather some of your slick.
He gripped his hard dick through his hands as you stroked his ego telling him how much seeing his clothed dick was getting you excited.
"D'you wanna see it?" he asked as his hands travelled to his belt.
"Yes, daddy. Please show me," you watched as he pulled out his hard veiny cock. You jammed your fingers into your pussy, coating them in your juices as you pumped them in and out.
"Ugh, fuck baby. Fuck that pussy good for daddy. I wanna see you cum for me," he groaned.
"Ngh, I want you to imagine fucking me like a good little slut," you said before pausing to spit on your slit. "Tell me all the nasty things you want to do to me."
"I wanna throw you over my desk and fuck you until you beg me to stop," he hummed as he began stroking his dick. "And after I make you cum all over my dick, I wanna put you on your knees and fill your mouth with my cream," he pumped faster.
"Mmm yes, fuck my throat and claim me," you reached for your dildo. This was getting more exciting than you thought.
"I wanna jerk off between your tits while you wear my glasses," you were quickly approaching your climax as you watched him beat off with those veiny hands.
"I'm so close," you moaned.
"Just hold out for a little longer. I'm almost ready," he moaned as he tugged at his dick some more. You listened to his eager whimpers as he came closer to finishing.
You slowed down a bit to give him some time as lewd sounds filled the room. For the first time, you wished he was here to really please you. To rip your pussy apart and fuck you just the way he wanted. Using you as his little fucktoy.
"Ngh~ Are you wearing a bra?"
"No."
"Show me your tits," he spat. "Right fucking now," his aggression was turning you on so much right now that you didn't even blink before pulling your shirt up to expose your tits.
"Ugh, fuck!" he swore. "You're so fucking hot. Ahh fuck! I'm gonna cum," he moaned as white cream shot out from his tip. You watched as it dripped down his fingers.
He continued stroking himself as he waited for you to finish.
"Fuck," you hummed. "We should do this more often."
"Yeah, you definitely help at relieving a lot of pinned up stress," he chuckled softly reaching across his desk to grab a tissue.
"And I didn't know you wore glasses."
"Only when I'm working."
"Sorry, but do you mind if I ask what kind of job you have?"
"No, that's fine. I just teach at a university."
"You seem kinda young. How old are you?"
"Well, I can't answer that question for obvious reasons, but I'm younger than 30. This might sound kinda weird but you actually remind me of one of my students."
"Oh, do I?"
"Yes, the first time I saw her was in the bookstore. I helped her grab something from the top shelf, and she dropped it on the ground when I handed it to her. Then we both reached down to pick it up, and I bumped into her from behind which made her moan a little. Next thing I know, we're fucking in a single-stall bathroom. I never saw her again after that...until I started teaching of course. A little bit before that was when I stumbled upon your streams."
Either this was the biggest coincidence ever or Darkomen302 was your professor.
"Oh wow, that sounds like something out of a movie," you chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess so. Well, I gotta go now. We should definitely do this again though. I had a lot of fun with you."
"Same here," you smiled before ending the call.
You thought back to the first time you saw him today in class. A flashback of his face decorated by the golden sun rays popped into your head.
It was everything from the way he spoke to you to the way he scanned your body with his eyes that told you exactly what was on his mind. And youβd be lying if you said you didnβt feel the same way.
When you felt his hard cock press into your ass, all common sense left your mind as lust took over. You locked eyes with him before tilting your head in such a way to tell him that you wanted to go somewhere private.
Yes, this was stupid. Yes, this was reckless. But you wanted him more than anything in that moment.
You thought back to the way he lifted you onto his hard veiny dick and shoved every inch deeper into you. You could hear his breathing pick up as he fucked you harder and faster.
He gripped at your body as he pleasured himself. He helped you ride out your high by stimulating your clit before you dropped to your knees and swallowed every last drop of his seed.
You fastened your chain as you finished getting dressed for your date with your professor. As instructed you headed straight to his office to meet up with him.
*Knock, knock, knock*
You knocked on his door before he called out, "Come in."
You walked in sheepishly, not entirely sure why you felt this way all of a sudden. To be fair, it felt like the universe kept pulling you together in different ways.
"I'm glad you came," he smiled.
"So when were you gonna tell me that you were a teacher," you asked as you stood in front of his desk.
"Heh, it was kinda hard to do that with your tongue down my throat," he replied. "I didn't even get your name until now," he smiled.
"Hmm...I guess you're right."
"Are there any other questions you'd like to ask me?" he asked as he stood up.
"Yes," you began. Though a million questions raced through your mind, only one managed to come out. "Do you like pasta?" you cringed at yourself, trying your best to hide your emotions, but it was of no use. He could see it all over you.
"Pasta?" he laughed. "Of course I do, but I had that yesterday and I'm kinda in the mood for a steak. I know a really nice restaurant we could go to."
"Umm, I--"
"Don't worry. They sell plenty of pasta," he chuckled, slinging his crossbody bag over his shoulder, before walking over to you.
You watched his movements in shock, your mouth slightly gaped open. "Well, come on. Let's go," he smiled, patting you on the shoulder before opening his office door. "I'll take you in my car."
You rubbed your thighs together as you sat next to him in the passenger seat. You couldn't take your eyes off of the bulge in his pants. You knew he wasn't fully hard at the moment, but you couldn't shake the thought of his dick in your mouth.
When he pulled up to the venue you almost thought it was a hotel from the outside. You followed him in to see an extremely formal dining setting. For a second you felt a bit underdressed as you sat next to Wonbin in the red semi-circle booth, but that all disappeared when you felt Wonbin's hand grip your thigh.
Your eyes jumped up at him. Instead of responding, he just gave you a look with his eyes. Lustful and sirenic. This was a look you knew too well.
"Good evening. My name is Andre, and I'll be your waiter tonight. Would you guys like me to start you off with anything? Maybe some bread? Or water?"
"Umm, how about some chardonnay?" Wonbin replied, still stroking your thigh.
"Alright. And what can I get for the lady?"
"Mmm," you struggled to hold back a moan as he reached his fingers between your folds, pressing against your clit.
"She'll have the same," Wonbin smiled as the waiter wrote down your order.
"Okay, well I'm gonna go start working on those drinks now. The menus are right here whenever you're ready to order something else," Andre smiled before tucking his notepad into his apron.
Just as the waiter walked far enough away, Wonbin pressed into you again. "Agh," you bit your lip.
"You're already wet," he smirked. "You must've been thinking about some nasty things, huh?" he continued, massaging your clit.
"Here you are, sir," Andre returned with a frosted bottle of white wine sitting in a small tub of ice and two champagne glasses. "I'm not sure if you wanted the whole bottle or not," he started.
"Oh, yes. This is perfect. Thank you," Wonbin said as he placed the items on the table.
"Alrighty, well just let me know if you need anything else."
"Of course," Wonbin smiled as Andre walked away again. The waiter also left behind a small tray of fresh and frozen grapes. Wonbin picked one of them up and teased your clit with the icy fruit, coating it in your wetness.
He then popped the cold fruit into his mouth. He picked up another one which slipped out of his fingers and onto the floor. "Oops," he smirked, before sliding under the table.
"Mmph!" you yelped, covering your mouth as you felt his tongue lap at your pussy. "Mmm," you stifled your moans as he sucked and tongue fucked you.
You felt him pull back and blow cool air on your wet lips before climbing back into his seat with the grape in his hand. "I got it," he smiled.
You barely even heard what he said as you looked at him with desperate eyes. Just like earlier, your expression spoke louder than your words as you practically begged for what happened next.
"Follow me," he whispered before standing up and heading to a section toward the back of the restaurant. You hesitantly followed him to a red curtain that concealed a hidden V.I.P. section.
There he brought you to a private room. "This'll be a little more comfortable than a bathroom," he smirked.
He locked the door behind you as you stood in the center of the room, just waiting to be destroyed.
"One more time wouldn't hurt," you though to yourself.
"Make as much noise as you want, baby. Nobody can hear you," Wonbin huffed as he pumped into you. The lewd sounds from your pussy, mixed with your breathless moans.
"AHH," you screamed as he clamped down on your tit, sucking it hard enough that you were sure to wake up with a mark.
After this, you were completely done with him. Right?
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he spat as you moaned into his ear. He doubled down and started fucking you so hard and fast that you just went completely silent. Your mouth gaped open as the sounds of your skin slapping together took the place of your moans.
You did not want to become the girl who fucks her professor.
He turned you over, placing you on your hands and knees as he plowed into you from the back. You whined as he stimulated your clit while fucking you. You could feel his whole body engulfing you as he fucked you senseless.
"Yeah, baby. Just like that," he groaned, ripping his dick out to spit on your pussy before forcing in two of his fingers. You squirted a little as he stimulated your g-spot.
He pushed you down onto your side, lifting on leg over his shoulder as he fucked you some more.
"God, you're pussy is so fucking tight," he hummed.
You could get in so much trouble...and he could lose his job. Was it really worth it?
"Ngh," you hummed as he slowed down to give you long, hard, and deep strokes. He pulled out to spill his cum all over your stomach as you laid there with your pussy throbbing from the constant fucking.
He leaned down to kiss you on your cheek as he glided his dick between your folds.
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