Wonwoo Formulated The Best Method To Help You Ace Your Test (tw : Overstim, Edging, Fingering)

Wonwoo formulated the best method to help you ace your test (tw : overstim, edging, fingering)

The room was quiet, the only sound the ticking of a clock somewhere in the background. Wonwoo sat behind you on the bed, his legs spread, his back resting against the headboard. You were perched on his lap, naked, your back pressed against his chest. His large hands rested on your thighs, fingers lightly tracing patterns on your skin, sending shivers up your spine.

You could feel the heat of his body, the hardness of him pressing against your lower back. Your heart raced, not just from the close proximity, but from what was about to happen.

“Ready?” Wonwoo asked, his voice low and calm.

You swallowed hard and nodded, your throat dry.

“Remember, if you get it right, I’ll reward you,” he murmured in your ear, his lips brushing against your skin. “But if you get it wrong… there’ll be consequences.”

You shivered at the dark promise in his voice, your nerves tingling with anticipation and a hint of fear.

Wonwoo’s hand moved from your thigh, his fingers sliding between your legs to rest against your clit. You gasped at the contact, your hips instinctively shifting toward his touch. He chuckled softly, but didn’t give you more, just a light, teasing pressure that made you ache for more.

“First question,” he said, his voice even. “What’s the derivative of \( e^{x^2} \)?”

You hesitated for a moment, your mind racing as you tried to focus on the question despite the distraction of his fingers.

“Um… the derivative of \( e^{x^2} \) is… 2x times \( e^{x^2} \),” you answered, your voice trembling.

“Good girl,” Wonwoo praised, and his fingers began to move in slow, deliberate circles over your clit, the pressure just enough to make you moan softly.

The pleasure built slowly, a delicious ache that made it hard to concentrate, but you knew you had to stay focused if you wanted more.

“Next question,” Wonwoo said after a moment, his voice still calm, though you could feel the tension in his body. “What is the Fourier transform of a Gaussian function?”

You bit your lip, trying to push the pleasure to the back of your mind and focus on the question.

“The Fourier transform of a Gaussian function is… another Gaussian function,” you answered, barely managing to keep your voice steady.

“Very good,” Wonwoo murmured, his fingers moving faster, pressing harder against your clit. The pleasure spiked, making you whimper as your hips bucked against his hand, seeking more.

But then he stopped. His fingers stilled, resting just on the edge of pleasure, not enough to push you over.

Your breath hitched, the sudden absence of movement driving you crazy with need.

“Next question,” Wonwoo said, his voice taking on a darker edge. “What’s the solution to Schrödinger’s equation for a particle in a one-dimensional box?”

Your mind went blank for a moment, the ache between your legs distracting you from the question. You knew this, you knew you knew this, but the pleasure was clouding your thoughts.

“It’s… it’s… the wavefunction… is sinusoidal inside the box and zero outside,” you stammered, your voice desperate, hoping you got it right.

“Close,” Wonwoo said, his voice laced with a hint of disappointment, “but not quite correct.”

He pulled his hand away completely, and you whimpered in frustration, your body aching with need. But then, without warning, his hand came down hard on your thigh, the sharp sting making you gasp.

“Wrong answer,” Wonwoo said, his tone stern. “We start over.”

You bit back a whine, your skin tingling from where he had smacked you. But you knew the rules. You had to get it right if you wanted your reward.

Wonwoo’s hand returned to your clit, his fingers teasing you lightly, just enough to keep you on edge, but not enough to satisfy.

“What is an inner orbital complex?” he asked, his voice calm, as if he wasn’t driving you to the brink of madness with every touch.

You tried to focus, tried to push the frustration away and think clearly.

“its, uhm, the octahedral complex with d²sp³ hybridization which has... uh... lesser number of unpaired electrons,” you managed to say, your voice trembling with desperation.

“Very good,” Wonwoo praised, and his fingers resumed their slow, torturous pace. The pleasure built again, slowly driving you closer to the edge, making your hips move involuntarily against his hand.

“Next question,” he said after a moment, his voice steady. “What is the Riemann hypothesis?”

You took a deep breath, trying to focus despite the haze of pleasure clouding your mind.

“The Riemann hypothesis… states that all nontrivial zeros of the Riemann zeta function have a real part of one-half,” you answered, your voice quivering.

“Perfect,” Wonwoo murmured, and his fingers sped up, pushing you closer and closer to release. You could feel the pleasure building, the tight knot in your stomach coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap.

But then he stopped again, his fingers leaving you just on the edge, so close to release but not quite there. You whimpered, your body trembling with need.

“Next question,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “Second law of thermodynamics is?”

You tried to think, but the frustration and the aching need made it hard to focus. You knew the answer, you knew you did, but your mind was foggy, clouded with desire.

“It’s… uhm… in any natural process, the total entropy of an isolated system will always increase over time” you finally managed to say, your voice almost a whine.

“Excellent,” Wonwoo said, his voice approving, and this time, his fingers didn’t stop. He kept moving, faster and faster, harder and harder, until the pleasure became overwhelming. You could feel it building, reaching its peak, and then—

You came hard, your body convulsing on his lap, a strangled cry escaping your lips as the orgasm crashed over you. Your vision went white, your mind blanking out with the intensity of the pleasure as you squirted onto his hand.

But Wonwoo didn’t stop. He continued to move his fingers, prolonging your release, making your body tremble and twitch with aftershocks of pleasure.

When you finally came down from your high, your body was spent, your legs trembling, but the satisfaction on Wonwoo’s face made it all worth it.

He brought his hand to his mouth, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied hum.

“You did well,” he said, his voice soft, almost tender. “But we’re not finished yet.”

You barely had time to register his words before he was touching you again, his fingers slipping back between your legs, teasing your oversensitive clit.

You whimpered, but your body responded eagerly, the need building once more despite the exhaustion.

“Let’s see how many more times you can cum for me,” Wonwoo murmured, his voice dark with promise.

And so the cycle began again, his fingers driving you to the edge of bliss over and over until you were a trembling, whimpering mess on his lap, your mind hazy with pleasure, your body aching with the sweet agony of being pushed to your limits.

By the time he was done, you had lost count of how many times you came, your body sore and spent, but completely satisfied.

Wonwoo held you close, his arms wrapped around you as you both caught your breath, the room filled with the sound of your soft panting.

“You did so well,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “You’re going to ace that exam.”

You smiled weakly, too exhausted to respond, but knowing that no matter what happened, this study session was one you would never forget.

Look at them it's my gay son and thot daughter I am shedding a tear

Thinking about this biker jihoon.

Yummy 😋

No but seriously we'll talk about this jihoon. He's so hot. So cool. I can see him taking you to one of his underground (probably illegal) biking races at nights. When you came to these race the first time you were just wet from how good jihoon looked with his bike and his race gear. Him holding his helmet under his arm as he meets you and kisses you before the race start. You whine to him about how needy you feel. Your panties are basically slip-n-slide. You tell him how much you want him to fuck you already. He chuckles at your neediness. He whispers in your ear that if you stay a good girl and cheer for him and wait for him till the race is done he'll fuck you so good. He promises that if he won he'll fuck you till you lose the ability to walk and that just makes you whimper more as you beg him to win now.

He wins, of course, right. He takes you home on the same bike, you sitting behind him while holding onto his waist tightly. He doesn't even take you inside the housez right in the parking, he'll bend you over his bike and fuck you raw. He'll stay true to his words, he'd fuck you soooo well. he'll pick you up and practically run to your house to get to the bed for round two, and then round three. You're so spent but you loved every second of it. Since then you always go to his races and hope he wins everytime (he always does).

Other things I could relate to racer jihoon :

Being his flag girl and wearing super short skirt just to tease him before the race starts

When another racer/his competitor flirts with you, jihoon makes sure he not only wins but also purposely fucks you somewhere not exactly public but somewhere the competitor could hear your moans loud

Greeting jihoon wearing nothing but his racing leather jacket while riding him. He may be great at riding bikes but you're great at riding other stuff wink wink

He takes you on late night rides on his bike and purposely speeds just so you'd hold him tighter.

Will "teach" you bike riding but really he's just touching you at all the hot places and rubbing his erection against your back as he sits behind you

Soon enough you two have not only a post victory ritual but also a pre-race ritual where you suck his dick before the race as a good luck (it works???)

And I am nasty but fucking him while he's still sweaty and musky after race and licking up his sweaty neck and chest and abs

He shamelessly shows off any hickeys he has or he gave you just so no one dares flirt with his woman again.

Spend his winning money in spoiling you with luxurious gifts (and toys wink wink)

Every time, every single time, anybody is raped in India, it gets brushed off, and when once in a while it reaches the national television, the general public stages protests and screams for justice, yet nothing truly comes out of it.

A resident doctor getting brutally raped and killed just days before India's independence day shows just how far behind India is. Economically we might be progressing but we keep on stepping back when it comes to protecting our women or people in general.

She was found in a half naked condition, bleeding from her privates and other parts with her pelvis broken. Even in such a bad state, the hospital didn't allow her parents to even see her, lied to them that she commited suicide. Only after hours of waiting were they allowed to look at their daughter.

Just last year, India had its major Shraddha Walker case. She had been cut to pieces by her boyfriend and kept in the fridge until he slowly disposed every piece off in different areas. There was widespread rahe and anger. People were disgusted, they revolted but soon the news died down and now nobody's sure what happened. And this happens every single time.

This independence day, what do we even have to celebrate? We most certainly do not feel free. A place where even my workplace could be my crime scene is not a place I would like to celebrate. This revolt will go on, and then it will die down and then, it will start all over again, every time, every single time.

Telling svt that you know they're batman

scoups : "I am certainly rich enough to be him"

Jeonghan : "thank God the burdens off" casually takes off his shirt to be wearing another shirt underneath with batman logo in centre

Joshua : "when you made me wear this costume I thought we were getting horny"

Jun : "no, I am cat man meow"

Hoshi : "no, I am tiger man RAWWRRR"

Wonwoo : sighs. Disappears into his room. Comes back with a random object in his hand and puts in on your head with a straight face "now I gotta erase your memories"

Woozi : side eye never rests. "If you want my black card it's in my wallet."

Minghao : "oh dear it's the day I feared." Magically whips out a cup of steaming green tea from I don't know where. "Here, drink this. You're getting sicker by the day."

Mingyu : smirks with a cartoonist chuckle. "That's what everyone thinks. I am actually Superman."

Dokyeom : offended look. "I thought we had established that I am Stella from winx club."

Seungkwan : side eye 2. "This is what happens when you try to drink coffee like me."

Vernon : sighs. Whips out a batman mask from his ass and puts it on. No words.

Chan : shaking his head. "You know how hard it is for a man to be dino, mr cha, pi cheolin akd batman all together?" Starts sobbing idk he has some trauma being batman

hi wifey! i got seventeen tickets for me and my bsf 🥹🩷!!!

I am gonna cry if I want to go to svt concert I first need to book plane tickets and two way fare for me is more than the concert price 😭😭 this poor college kid can barely afford food atp