hiii! i'm dropping this lil snippet of a draft cause idk if i'm ever going to finish it lmao. never really planned on posting my own stuff, but my brain goes brrrr with delicious ideas sometimes hehehehe.
couple warnings!: kang yeosang cause wtf? fem!reader but can be read as gn!reader maybe (reader not described). suggestive(?). unfinished smut. like it barely starts, sorry lol. scene is scarcely detailed. this shit is bare-bones. mentions bondage, crying, overstimulation, insinuates oral (reader receiving), and multiple orgasms.
“Can I ask a weird and possibly uncomfortable question?” Your eyes were wide and curious as you stared at your unfairly pretty tutor, Yeosang.
He looked at you over his glasses with a raised brow and took a moment to think it over. Just how weird could your question be? He was curious.
“Go ahead.” He lifted his face from his textbook and gave you his undivided attention. You were surprised he was indulging you instead of telling you off for not focusing again, but you didn't dwell on it. This was your chance to ask the question that's been on your mind ever since you two were paired up.
“What they say about nerds… Is it true?” You hesitantly asked as heat slowly crept up your face and your fingers gripped the corner of your own book's page a little tighter, undoubtedly crinkling it. “Ya know… about how they are in the bedroom.” You shouldn't be asking your tutor of all people that, but here you were.
Yeosang paused and silently watched you, causing you to squirm in your spot and regret ever asking the silly, and quite honestly, wildly inappropriate question. Yeah, definitely shouldn't have asked.
He closed his book with a soft thud and pulled off his glasses carefully, his movements unhurried. His face was unreadable, not a clue to what he was thinking. You opened your mouth, about to backtrack and disregard your question, ready to pretend it never entered the air, but Yeosang was quick to cut you off.
“Why? Do you want to find out?”
Your brain short-circuited and you couldn’t help but splutter as you rapidly blinked at him. He wasn’t suggesting what it sounded like…right?
“I-I’m sorry?” You asked with an unsteady voice, hoping you weren’t misinterpreting his words. He leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees, looking straight into your eyes, unblinking.
“I said, do you want to find out?” He asked once again. His voice was lower, huskier, and it made you shiver like the icey wind outside somehow found its way inside. What was happening? What happened to the no nonsense, "only ask questions related to the work," Yeosang?
You blinked at him some more, gulped, and quietly nodded your head. What better way to get the answer than going out into the field yourself?
Your fingers twisted around each other, trying to keep yourself grounded, but it was hard when your wrists were bound together above your head. Rivers of overstimulation were flowing down your cheeks and your legs were starting to ache from your knees being pressed to your chest.
“Y-Yeo, please!” You pathetically choked out, words melting into a stuttered moan as you came for a third time. Or maybe fourth? You had already lost track after the second orgasm.
Yeosang’s fingers reassuringly massaged and squeezed the back of your thighs, but he didn’t lift his head from between them. Not until he cleaned up the mess you made.
