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professor!sunghoon x student!reader

warnings: pwp degradation dom!sunghoon & sub! reader fingers in mouth orgasm denial (f!) unprotected (wrap da b4 u get silly) spanking BICEP CHOKE!!! he’s lwk just a brat tamer

synopsis : after nearly failing his course, you’re put under mandatory tutoring with your professor park sunghoon, where your careless behavior and constant attempts to get under his skin are met with a lesson you didn’t expect to get.. maybe you shouldn’t be getting fucked by your teacher but hey..

“wrong. try again.”there’s the slightest crack in your professor -sunghoon park’s voice — irritation finally slipping through the calm mask he wears so well. you fight the urge to smirk.

getting under your usually emotionless professor’s skin has become a dangerous little hobby of yours.

the way his jaw tightens when you kick your feet against his shin beneath the table. the look he gives you when you show up thirty minutes late to tutoring like he isn’t sacrificing his own time to help you. every tiny reaction feels addictive.

“are you even paying attention to me?”

his voice is soft. too soft. somehow worse than yelling.

for the past ten minutes he’s been explaining the same equation while you stare blankly at the paper, but you haven’t been looking at the numbers at all.

you’ve been looking at him.

his sleeves rolled to his forearms. his hair slightly messy now from running his hand through it in frustration. his glasses pushed crooked on the bridge of his nose.

pretty.

annoyed.

completely losing patience with you.

“i am,” you murmur, slowly biting down on the pen he handed you earlier. “just not to the equation, mr. park.”

his eyes narrow instantly.

for a second, his expression falters — just enough for you to notice — before he straightens in his chair again.

“young lady,” he says sharply, “you are my student. act like it.”

you lean forward onto your elbows, smiling sweetly.

“or what, mr. park?” you tease. “gonna punish me for acting out?”

that does it.

his chair scrapes loudly against the floor as he stands, walking around the table until he’s beside you. your breath catches despite yourself.

“you think this is a game?” he says quietly.

the proximity alone is suffocating.

“you think acting cute is gonna get you whatever you want?”

his hand plants against the table beside you, trapping you in before he leans down slightly.

“you want attention so badly?” His voice drops lower.

“i’ll show you some fucking attention baby”

you open your mouth to speak but before you can make a comeback

his fingers are in your mouth the other hand holding your face in place one of his knees between your thighs pressing against your heat.

“suck. suck on them now” your mouth moves before you can even think about it. he lets out a low laugh, “no snarky retorts from you hm?”. his free hand tugging on your hair softly getting a feel you let out a soft whimper at the painful pleasure. “so obedient now, what happened to my bad student. or are you just horny now?” you let out another whimper, he roughly pulls his fingers out of your mouth—his hand slides between your thighs feeling you through your panties,

“so fucking wet already” he pushes the fabric aside sliding a finger into your tight heat triggering another sound from you, the moan echoing in his office he slaps your thigh

“be quiet—you want everyone to know you want your professor to fuck you?” you shiver at the thought but it’s soon consumed by the pleasure of his fingers stretching you out,

his fingers hitting spots inside of you that yours never could although sunghoon wouldn’t let you feel release all so soon, after all you’ve given him hell — once he feels you starting to clench around his fingers he pulls them out leaving you to whine out at the loss, sunghoon swiftly flips you over bending you for him “not so sassy now are you hm?”

he spanks one of your behind—you cry out

“count them brat” he spanks again “one, keep counting”—he spanks harder as you struggle to keep up one hand spanking you roughly the other unbuckling his belt before he pulls out his hard cock, pressing against your red cheek tapping his leaking tip on the skin.

he smirks satisfied with the discipline he gave you, “good, now you’ll listen hm?” — he slams into you balls deep inside your wet cunt “too much!” you scream, he pulls you up by your hair to cover your mouth the sound of your scream echoing in the empty lecture hall wrapping his thick bicep around your neck squeezing just enough to make you feel that warm dizziness “bite on it baby” he commands

you comply immediately and he begins to fuck you at an unimaginable pace, balls slapping against your clit you bite harder

his grunts like music to your ears “so fuckin tight f’me hm?” he drills into you like a dog

your moans muffled into his veiny bicep hair messy as you begin to clench around him again he groans at the sensation “cum with me baby,” his bicep squeezing you tight triggering your release

he spills thick white ropes of cum onto your walls burying himself to the hilt untangling his arm from your neck pressing you down to bury his load deeper into you “such a good little cum dump for your professor” — “gonna bump that grade up for my favorite student” he teases before pulling out of you spanking your ass one last time , “get dressed before you get me in trouble” he squeezes you lightly” you stumble off to grab your clothes thighs sticking together..

but at least you can pass now right..?

hiii thank you sosososo much for all the love on my last fic! i hope this meets the bar again lol

pls rec any fic ideas 😵‍💫 i plan to work on a tutor jake! ver of this lol

bully!jake x reader

synopsis: sim jake the schools infamous bully that thrives off the thrill of making students like you fear him, encounters an unexpected turn of tables when the line between bully and submission blurs unraveling the image jake worked so hard to build.

WARNINGS:

mentions of bullying degradation (sub jake yes!!)

edging / denied orgasm unprotected (wrap ur willy)

WHINY jake oral (m receiving)

it’s friday morning, fridays are something you heavily look forward too as it’s your only escape from jake’s endless teasing,

if that’s what you’d call it.

from stealing your pencils and paperwork to pushing you into mud on rainy days.

you could never get a break from the stupidly hot cocky school boy. each time he’d man handle you, you couldn’t help but feel a little fuzzy,

fuzzy enough that the thought of it had you rubbing your thighs together. it was embarrassing why?

why did your bully — the guy who’d humiliated and hurt you more times than you could count — make you feel like this?

before you could sink any deeper into the thought, reality snapped back into place. It was still a school day, after all.

suddenly, a hard shove slammed into your shoulder.

pain shot through you as your books tumbled onto the cold tile floor.

“what the—”

“move, nerd.”

jake’s large hand gripped your shoulder, twisting it just enough to make you hiss. his voice carried that same lazy amusement he always used, like hurting you was some kind of game.

you glared at him from your spot on the floor, scrambling to gather your books before someone stepped on them.

“you’re such an asshole,” you muttered.

“yeah?” he mused, crouching down in front of you. “still look at me like that though.”

heat crawled up your neck immediately.

god, you hated when he got close.

hated how good he smelled. hated the way his dark hair fell into his eyes. hated the stupid smirk pulling at his lips like he already knew exactly what kind of effect he had on you.

jake picked up one of your notebooks before you could reach it.

“give it back.”

“what’s the magic word?” he said with that same silky tone you hated

you snatched for it, but he lifted it above your head easily, broad shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.

“jake,” you warned.

“cute.”

your stomach twisted.

he always did this — pushed and pushed until your brain felt all scrambled up. one second you wanted to punch him, the next you couldn’t stop staring at his mouth.

jake finally handed the notebook back, though his fingers dragged against yours for a second too long.

“you gonna survive without crying?” he asked.

“shut up.”

“there’s the attitude.”

he stood to his full height again, towering over you while you shoved your books back into your bag. around you, students passed by without paying much attention. everyone at school was used to this by now.

jake sim bothering you had basically become part of the morning routine.

just as you started to stand, someone bumped into you from behind, nearly knocking you forward again.

before you could catch yourself, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist.

jake.

his grip tightened instinctively, steadying you against him.

for a second, neither of you moved.

your chest pressed against his.

his eyes flickered down to your lips.

the teasing expression he always wore faltered — only for a moment, but you caught it.

something in your stomach flipped violently.

then he clicked his tongue and pulled away first.

“careful,” he muttered. “you’re kinda pathetic on your own.” “without me you would’ve been toast on the floor” he muttered a little less like him

his voice sounded quieter this time. almost strained.

physics class one of the soul classes you share with jake,

after the hallway incident he practically ran off almost tripping over his feet though he tried to play it cool

now you’re sitting in class leg bouncing as you try not to think about the wait his hand felt against your wrist, it’s stupid really

the classroom buzzed with early morning chatter, chairs screeching against tile as people settled in. you tried focusing on the formulas scribbled across the board instead.

velocity.

force.

acceleration.

none of it stayed in your brain.

then the door opened.

jake walked in late.

of course he did.

his hair was still messy from outside, tie loose around his neck as he strolled in with that same careless swagger everyone fell for, though a sight flush fell across his face that only you could see. a couple girls near the windows immediately straightened in their seats.

you looked away first.

“nice of you to join us, sim,” the teacher sighed.

“wouldn’t miss it,” jake replied lazily.

his voice dragged through the room smooth as honey, but when he scanned the class and his eyes landed on you—

he paused.

just barely.

then he slid into the empty seat beside the back lab table, leaning back in his chair like nothing happened.

like he hadn’t almost made you loose your damn mind over there, it pissed you off how cocky he was, how little he cared about how he affected you, and how you affected him.

you swallowed hard and opened your notebook.

“alright,” your teacher clapped, “today we’re starting partner experiments for the next two weeks.”

a collective groan filled the room.

your stomach dropped instantly.

great..

the teacher began reading names from a sheet while students shuffled around the room.

you kept your eyes down, silently praying.

“sunghoon and sunoo.”

“jay and jungwon.”

more chairs scraped.

then—

“sim jaeyun and—”

your heart stopped. “i’m the only one left” you thought to yourself, before you knew it

“y/n.”

the room suddenly felt too warm.

across the classroom, someone let out a low whistle.

jake leaned back slowly in his chair, eyes sliding toward you with unreadable amusement.

“oh,” he murmured. “this should be fun.”

you glared at him immediately. “for you maybe.”

the teacher continued talking, oblivious. “you’ll be building and testing launch mechanisms together. final grade is shared equally, so choose wisely how you divide responsibilities.”

jake stood, grabbing his chair with one hand and dragging it across the floor toward your table with an obnoxious screech.

every sound grated against your nerves.

he dropped into the seat beside you, spreading out comfortably like he owned the space.

you could smell his cologne again.

your traitorous body noticed immediately.

jake rested his chin against his hand, watching you already.

“so,” he said softly, “guess you’re stuck with me, nerd.”

you ignored the flip in your stomach and focused aggressively on your paper.

“don’t make me fail because you’re stupid.”

a pause.

then jake laughed quietly under his breath.

not mocking this time.

almost impressed.

“damn,” he muttered. “you boss everyone around like that?”

“could you take any longer, nerd?” Jake muttered, leaning against the classroom door with mock impatience.

you zipped your bag shut sharply. “some of us actually care about passing.”

“ouch” he made a mock sad dramatic face “you’re hurting my feeling’s”

“you’ll live.”

jake grinned at that, falling into step beside you anyway as the two of you headed down the crowded hallway. people stared.

of course they did.

jake sim walking beside you without actively tormenting you was probably enough to qualify as a public emergency.

the whole thing felt…wrong.

too normal.

your shoulder brushed his accidentally when someone shoved past, and jake immediately moved closer to the wall so nobody else bumped into you again.

you noticed.

you weren’t supposed to notice things like that.

outside, the afternoon air felt cool against your skin as you started the walk home. for once, jake wasn’t running his mouth every five seconds. he just walked beside you with his hands shoved into his pockets, occasionally kicking rocks along the sidewalk flopping his hair like a puppy

it was strangely domestic.

you hated how much you liked it.

“so,” jake drawled after a while, “your place better not smell weird.”

you snorted before you could stop yourself.

his head turned instantly.

“there it is.”

“what?”

“that laugh.” his lips twitched. “didn’t know you could make sounds besides insults.”

heat flooded to your cheeks immediately. “shut up.”

jake laughed under his breath, and something about it sounded softer than usual.

a few more steps passed before he suddenly reached over and tugged on one of the keychains hanging from your bag.

a small annoyed noise left you. “jake.”

“what? it’s ugly.”

“you literally have spider-man stickers on your calculator.”

“that’s different. spider-man’s cool.”

“you’re twelve.”

“still cooler than you.”

you rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how naturally the conversation flowed now. this morning he’d shoved you into the floor.

now he was walking you home like this.

the realization made your stomach twist.

when you finally reached your house, jake stopped beside you on the porch, gaze flickering over the place before settling back on you.

“this where the magic happens?” he asked lazily.

“you are never speaking again once this project’s over.”

“mm.” his eyes dragged over your face for a second too long. too intimate too intense. “we’ll see about that.”

you began to unlock the door jake pressing closely against you, too close the space around you began to feel hot that feeling of fuzziness hitting you again, harder, you tried not to but you couldn’t help press your thighs back together,

little did you know, he definitely noticed, you could feel his smirk against you as you cracked the door open finally after fumbling with your keys multiple times.

the door opens fully and you step inside not soon before jake pushes you roughly into your wall, “you think i didn’t notice all that shit you’ve been doing slut?”

“you like that?” he says seeing your thighs press impossibly closer your face flushed you look like you’re already fucked and he hasn’t even advanced into anything

“answer me bitch” he barks

you flinch not scared but it makes you shiver at how much you like it

before you can peep out a word his lips crash against yours , not rushed but certainly not very lovely,

it’s desperate, his roughness against you though his lips are plump and soft moving against yours, his tongue flat against your bottom lip seeking your mouth’s entrance

you immediately open up for him, he slides his tongue inside, his dancing against yours

hot and wet your share the kiss for what feels like hours wrapping one leg around his waist to keep him in place your hands wondering up his body under his shirt

he shudders when you graze your cold fingers over his stomach, his abs almost as hard as his cock twitching in his pants violently.

traveling up higher when he bites your lip you hiss causing yourself to tug on his thick brown hair

a loud whine slips from him into your mouth

you feel yourself smirk

“and you were talking about sounds i made earlier hm?”

his face is already messy, hair sticking up in different directions

“shut up..” he mumbles

“oh? what happened to being all dominant hm?” - “weren’t you calling me a bitch earlier?” you tug a little harder on his hair making him let out another whimper

“you like that? being calling a bitch”

you tug again and this time his knees buckle letting out a loud moan

“please” he whimpers out

“please what?” you pull his head back up by his hair

“tell me to stop jake” “do it”

“please.. don’t. don’t stop”

“not so tough now are you?” you tug him all the way back up pushing him onto your bed

he looks down at you as you already begin tearing off his clothing he lifts his hips up half helping you get them off half trying to hump your hand involuntarily

“calm down hot stuff” you say against his boxers his a small patch of precum building.

“oh? so eager already”

“just touch me already” he mumbles softly with a strained voice before it chokes up

when you tug off his boxers his cock red and angry slapping against his abs. his breath hitching when he sees you slowly tap the tip on your lips gliding the small bead of pre cum over them.

he doesn’t even notice his lip bleeding from how hard he’s biting it not to let out the most nasty noises, you notice and suck on his tip before pulling off with a pop frowning against his hardness,

he whimpers softly at the loss. “let me hear those pretty noises jake”

, he nods almost instantly with clear obedience, you smirk at his submission,

who knew? the big boss of the school

would be on your bed legs shaking like a leaf while you suck his cock clean, you bobbed your head endlessly humming about him lips stretching to accommodate the girth.

his legs began to lock up violently, you could tell he was close you hummed louder “ah- please keep going” he begged but you wouldn’t let him go that fast right as his cock began to pulse ready to release you pulled off his tip

slapping back to his stomach, aching with need, the head now pulsing with pre cum, salvia, pumping with blood as you trace the pinkness of his tip with your finger catching some of his pre cum before sticking your finger into your mouth sucking on it in front of his face watching as he begs you for his release ,

“please, why’d you stop? why?” his hips rutting up trying to reach you again,

“you think i’d let you off the hook?”

“remember all the shit you’ve done to me, treated me like a bitch”

“im getting my pay back jaeyun”

he lets out a small moan at the sound of his name, he watches as you begin to strip in front of him slowly,

and in a way that makes him breath heavy,

like he wants to touch you so bad but he knows he’s not allowed that privilege right now.

you take off the last piece of clothing leaving you in just your undergarments. you suddenly straddle on-top of jake his hands flying to the soft flesh of your hips though you slap his hands,

“who allowed you to touch me hm?”

“mmph! i’m sorry so sorry please forgive me i won’t do it again”

he begs

“good you learn quick”

you say before you sit on him,

his tip nudging against your folds through the fabric , he groans at the feeling of your wetness through your underwear

“please let me, let me please you, make it up to you please”

“hm. should i?” you say sliding back and forth his tip nudging along as you slide the slick of your underwear sticking to his mushroom head

he moans loud enough for your neighbors to hear but you don’t care in this moment, it’s music to your ears, to hear your famous school bully beg to be inside you.

you finally slide off your underwear his eyes glued to you, “can i? please go in now? i need it so bad please”

“shush” you say before sinking down onto his length.

holy shit.

he’s bigger than he was in your mouth,

or that’s what it feels like

your walls are being stretched slowly yet so violently he’s moaning so loudly you swear you feel your ears ringing

he’s babbling already and you haven’t even got him all the way in.

and you remember you were supposed to be doing a project on physics,

you almost let out a laugh but then you feel his tip kiss your cervix, you let out a low moan

you’ve never felt fuller in your life you look down at him his brown hair a real mess his fingers are gripping onto your thighs sure enough to leave bruises

but you like that,

you then begin to slowly move, grinding in circles when you sunk back down in slow deep bounces,

his legs are shaking his moans are as well, “too tight” “take it little bitch,” “you begged for it didn’t you?” you bark back before picking up your pace

he begs for you to slow down but you cant, you wanna make him feel every second

he’s whimpering so loud eyes squeezed shut like he’s trying to hold back from unloading himself,

but you don’t stop, you wanna hear his struggle to contain his release, you decide to egg him on,

“don’t you dare cum without my permission you hear me?” he nods quickly his eyes still shut and he’s making a strained whimpering noise, as you bounce endlessly chasing your climax, you moan as you progress, he begins to thrust up helplessly, “keep going baby” his pace falters at the pet name a small spurt of cum shoots into you and you smirk before it melts into a louder moan when you bounce and his wet tip hits that spongey spot in you leading you to the brink of your climax, gushing onto him “fuck- good baby, cum with me” he shudders again this time shooting his cum into you.

he begs to stay inside comforted by the warmth, you obliged and stroked his soft locs before he says

“can we do the project later” before burying his face into the crook of your neck. “also.. i think. i like you” “no. i love you.”

“i love you too jakey”

i don’t think he’ll mess with you again

eeek this was my first fic feed back is