#i don't wanna get oldddd

[spicyteez]

Birthday Present

Boyfriend Wooyoung X Fem Reader 

Smut

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Wooyoung gives you the best birthday present you could ask for: a long night between the sheets. 

Warnings: Dry humping, Oral (fem receiving), fingering, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, Wooyoung being way too sexy, unprotected sex (please be safe!) Way too many uses of different pet names

A/N: I totally did not write this because today (3/13) is my birthday! Hehe. This one is purely self indulgent because topping Woo has been a huge fantasy of mine. Thank you all for the support you’ve been giving me! :)

Soft presses of pillowy lips to your neck awoke you from your slumber, the sensation tickling your warm skin. A giggle pushed past your lips as the kisses trailed towards your upturned lips, brushing along the underside of your jaw. The lips met yours delicately, a soft pressure that left you sighing in content. Eyes fluttering open, the sight before you never failed to leave you breathless. A gorgeous grin stretched across your boyfriend's boyish face, his eyes sparkling into yours. Propping himself up better, he lowered his head to rest mere inches from yours. Warmth radiated from his being, wrapping you in his comforting presence and provided a shield against the cool morning air. "Happy birthday princess." His fingers brushed the smooth skin of your cheek tenderly and he smiled fondly when you nuzzled deeper into his hand. Humming quietly, you placed your hand atop his and rubbed your thumb over his large knuckles. 

Closing the space between your bodies, he connected your foreheads. "What do you want to do today?" His hot breath mingled with yours and you stared into his sparkling orbs, watching the light dance across his irises. Brushing his nose with your own, you laced your fingers with his. "Anything. As long as it's with you." 

His eyes crescented as his handsome face pulled into a blinding grin. "I think I can arrange that." Moving together, your lips met in a sweet embrace. You giggled again when he smiled against your lips, his teeth clashing with yours in an inability to contain his happiness. 

He never could hold still and soon his lips moved to to trace the curve of your jaw and the raise of your clavicles. Fingers playing with the hair at his nape, you held his face and closed your eyes, a comfortable yet drowsy feeling pulling you towards unconsciousness. "Don't fall asleep baby, you have to leave in thirty minutes." 

Whining at the reminder of your shitty job, you pushed his face away and glared at him, lips pulling into a pout. Chuckling at your cute expression, he sat up and brought you with him, dodging your menacing glare. Hands grabbing your hips, he guided you to stand before him, his fingers trailing your body to rub circles into your sides. "It's a Friday baby. All you have to do is sit through eight hours of work and then you have the whole weekend to use me as you please." A mischievous smirk played across his lips, knowing just how tempting his words sounded. 

You gulped at the implications of his sentence and decided that sitting through your hellish shift didn't sound so bad when he gave you that to look forward to. He waited until you turned around to get ready before patting your ass appreciatively. Laughing at the glare you halfheartedly sent him, he smiled to himself once you left him alone. Excitement bubbled in his stomach, turning his grin goofy with anticipation. That night he planned to treat you like you deserved to be treated, like the most precious piece of his life which you undoubtedly were. 

Work flew by faster than expected, the multiple birthday wishes from your coworkers definitely lifted your mood. Throughout the day you found yourself daydreaming, your head flooded with sinful thoughts, distracting from your monotonous work load. The possibilities were endless, the whole night open to use as you please. You knew your needs would be met tenfold, leaving you shaking and exhausted from the dedication Wooyoung always put into making you feel amazing. Thinking back to his birthday a few months prior, you still felt an ache in your core when recalling the night of passion. He trusted you wholly, allowing you to bring him to his end over and over again. Loving caresses accompanied by gentle praises told of your adoration for him as you rode him throughout the night, milking his dripping release from his throbbing cock. Sighing at the vivid memories, you couldn't wait for the chance to give your body to him like he had given you his. 

Hours felt like days, slowly ticking by until the time came to pack up your belongings and push your time card through the machine. You practically vibrated with excitement the whole drive home, missing your boyfriend's adorable laughter and endless teasing. Walking into your quaint apartment, a note on the counter accompanied by a bouquet of your favorite flowers caught your attention. 

I'll be home soon, love. Happy birthday :)   

- Woo

The small smiley face brought a grin to your lips, his cuteness warming your heart. Slipping off your bland work clothing, you turned on the shower and stepped into the steaming jets of water. Rinsing the stress from your body, you closed your eyes and basked in the hot water, drowning out the rest of the world. 

A soft knock on the door brought you back to the present and you wiped the fog from the glass of the shower door to investigate the intrusion. Popping his head into the humid room, your boyfriend waved at you reassuringly and stepped towards the sink. Watching him wash his hands and fix his hair, you suddenly realized just how naked you were and just how hot he looked. His work enforced a professional dress code, and you secretly thanked whoever applied that rule whenever he came home. A pair of tight black slacks accentuated his figure, hugging his plump ass and muscular thighs. The pristine button down shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest, the sleeves rolled up just how he knew you liked it with a great view of his strong forearms. As if he sensed your stare, he turned and leaned against the vanity with a smirk. Crossing his arms, he looked you up and down, the veins in his arms popping out to drive you insane. 

"It's your birthday but it looks like I'm the one getting a present." 

Rolling your eyes at his innuendo, you rubbed the soap from your body, trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks. You certainly received no help when he bit his lip and watched intently as your hand glided over your slick breasts. 

Standing from his perch against the sink, he dragged his eyes across your body one last time. "Take your time baby." Sending you a wink, he shut the door and left you to finish up. 

Letting out a breath you didn't even know you held in, you leaned against the wall and tried to process whatever just happened. He never failed to leave you a mess, his mere presence reducing you to a glob of lovesick mush. Maybe one day you'd be strong enough to withstand his charms, but truthfully you loved how he knew the fastest ways to get your heart racing. 

Toweling off, you forwent a bra, opting for a strappy dress with an open back to match his classy attire. Stepping out of the bedroom, you found him seated at the table with several candles lighting the room. Noticing your presence, he stood and held out his hand for you to take, pulling you close to his chest. Now that you saw the table up close, you noticed an elegant table setting and flower petals covering the tablecloth, setting a romantic mood. 

He pressed his lips to your temple quickly and grinned at your questioning glance. 

"What's all this?" Pulling back, you gazed up at his shining eyes. 

Taking time to admire your outfit, he held your hand above your head and spun you around slowly, the silky fabric hugging your curves perfectly. "I thought you'd be tired and decided to bring the dinner to you." Glancing at you, he felt a little nervous, worried you wanted to go out. 

Your heart warmed at his consideration, touched by how well he knew your wants. The week really took its toll on you and staying in sounded heavenly. "Thank you so much. It's perfect." 

He smiled again, relieved by your gratitude. Tugging your hand, he led you to the table and pulled out the chair for you to sit on, pushing the wooden seat towards the table once you were seated. "You're too good to me," You joked, following him with your eyes as he walked around the table. "I don't deserve you." 

Seating himself, he winked at you, replying sarcastically. "What can I say, my mother raised a gentleman." Taking your hand in his yet again, his thumb stroked the back of your palm, running over your knuckles repeatedly. Eyes softening, he looked into your warm eyes, an edge of seriousness creeping into his tone. “You deserve the entire world baby. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.” 

Grateful for this moment of intimacy, you cherished the evening, your full attention enraptured by him. The food tasted so much better without the bustle of a crowded restaurant, the quiet atmosphere of your apartment creating the perfect mood. Your combined giggles filled the air as he recalled a story of his coworker, Mingi, stranding himself at the office for hours by accidentally locking his tie in the door. Wiping a tear of laughter away, you sunk further in your seat, grateful for the casual setting. After devouring the food, Wooyoung pushed away from the table with the excuse of visiting the restroom. Instead of doing so, however, he returned with a small chocolate cake, lit candles casting shadows upon his beaming face. A soft chorus of the traditional birthday song flowed from his lips, his angelic voice leaving you speechless. Placing the cake before you, he finished his song and waited for you to make a wish and blow out the candles, cheering when they extinguished in one breath. The rich flavor of the cake tasted heavenly on such a special occasion, the light chocolate frosting drawing a pleased hum from your lips. 

Across the table, your boyfriend sat with a bit of frosting on his mouth, unaware of the dark stain on his cherry red lips. Reaching past the glasses and candles, you wiped his lip gently, collecting the chocolate on your outstretched thumb. Snapping his eyes up to meet yours, his quick tongue darted out, licking the saccharine substance from your finger. Frozen, you stared back at his dark eyes, watching as he continued to lap sensually at your thumb. Pulling away quickly, you broke eye contact and looked away, embarrassed of the sinful thoughts in your head ruining a sweet moment. Finishing your cake, you stood to gather the dishes, intending to wash them before relaxing for the night. A gentle hand on your wrist stopped you, soft eyes gazing up into yours. "Don't worry about it baby. I'll take care of it all." Nodding slowly, you grasped his hand and pressed a kiss to the heel of his palm. 

"I'm going to freshen up." Nodding at you, his eyes darkened a bit, anticipation clawing at his stomach. The two of you knew exactly what came next.

Standing before the bathroom sink, you stared at your reflection intently. Come on, Y/n. You've fucked so many times, why are you suddenly nervous? Shaking your head at yourself, you splashed your face with cold water, hoping to break yourself from this trance. You knew exactly why you were so nervous, nights like there were definitely different from your normal time in bed. Sex with Wooyoung was wild and passionate, always quick and intense with mind blowing stamina. His usual style differed from the classic vanilla and you loved every bit of it, every time you fucked you never knew what to expect. But tonight would be different, all about you. On special occasions such as Valentine's day, birthdays, and anniversaries, intercourse was slow and sweet, taking as long as possible to explore each other's bodies. This slow and romantic pace felt so raw, and a twinge of nerves always hit when you thought of just how vulnerable your soul felt in his hold.

The clink of dishes quieted down, silence filling the air once he cleaned the last one. You heard the door to your shared bedroom open and shut quietly, anticipation fluttering in your stomach. Pulling the short dress over your head, you folded the delicate fabric carefully and slipped into something more comfortable. Pinning up your hair, you took one last look at your frame in the mirror, deeming yourself cute enough to face your waiting partner. 

Shakily you opened the door, eyes on the floor as you stepped into the tense room. Eyes snapping up when he heard the door opening, Wooyoung scanned your frame, breath hitching as he recognized the oversized t-shirt you wore as one from his own drawer. You shifted, eyes finally looking up to take in his position at the end of the bed as well as his shaky demeanor. 

The overwhelming desire to make you his took over, his manhood straining against his tight pants. Beckoning you forward, he sat up straighter and drank in your innocent appearance. A surge of confidence ran through you as you noticed the effect you had on him, the tent forming in his pants growing larger by the second. You came to him, feet sinking into the plush carpet as you stood before him in nothing but your panties and his shirt. Fingers reaching for you, he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you to rest your legs on either side of his lap, straddling him. He squeezed your hips harshly, knowing the sensitive nerves of your erogenous zone would spark pleasure within your core. Moaning softly, you watched his lips melt into a smirk, the thought of reducing you to a whimpering mess spurring him on. 

Brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, he traced his finger tips down the expanse of your jaw, passing his thumb along your lower lip to tug on the delicate skin. His lips quickly replaced the digit, molding to yours in a way that left your head spinning. Caressing your lips slowly, he kissed you deeply, passion flowing from his plump lips. Your arms slowly traced the muscles in his back, supporting yourself by wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer into the slow kisses. The world faded away, his lips all you could focus on as you melted into his chest, tender touches relaxing the worry deep in your stomach. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his fingers danced along your spine, sending a delicious trail of sparks along your entire back. Continuing to explore your body, his large hands cupped your ass firmly, spreading your cheeks along with your pussy lips, the action rubbing your swollen clit against the material of your panties. 

Gasping against his lips, your surprise played to his advantage, his tongue slipping past your teeth. Humming into your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours sensually, caressing the muscle while his palms continued to knead your bottom. 

Bucking your hips, you found purchase on his thick bulge, the fabric along the zipper of his pants rubbing your clit perfectly. Pressing down harder, you ground into him deeply, feeling his dick twitch against your moist panties. With a groan against your lips, his hands returned to your hips, halting your actions and breaking the seal of your lips. You pouted cutely, whining when he grinned and pecked your nose sweetly. 

Tugging on the bottom of the shirt covering your torso, his knuckles brushed against the soft skin above the band of your panties. "Let's get rid of this, huh, love?" Nodding eagerly, you blushed when he chuckled at your excitement. Bunching up the fabric slowly, he inched the shirt up your stomach, leaning forward to press kisses to the exposed skin. As he pulled the pesky covering higher, his lips followed, every inch of your body receiving his love. His hands were at your waist now and you giggled softly when his mouth met your ticklish belly button. Up your body he went, along the valley of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the perky peaks before slipping the garment over your head and onto the floor. His hands came to caress your breasts, pinching your erect nipple between two fingers. Squeaking at the tug on your sensitive nub, you played with his hair and leaned your forehead against his, gazing deeply into his eyes. 

"Thank you for the flowers, baby." 

The corner of his lips quirked up in a shy smile, his fingers squeezing your breasts harder. "I'm glad you like them. But you're prettier than any flower." His voice dropped to a whisper, pulling you into the little world the two of you shared. 

"You're so cheesy." 

"You love it." He cooed. 

"I do." Caressing his face tenderly, you leaned in to kiss the little mole under his eye, heart nearly bursting at the lovesick glint in his orbs. 

He stood suddenly and you yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. Chuckling lowly, he kissed you intensely, teeth clashing and tongues mingling. Placing you where he previously sat on the edge of the bed, he laid you down carefully, trailing his hand from your neck to your hips. Fingers nimbly unfastening the top buttons of his shirt, he loosened his tie, pulling the accessory from his neck and tossed it to the floor. With his hair disheveled from your hands and his collar popped wide open, nothing could compare to this view. Dropping to his knees before you, he hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the mattress. 

"Tonight is all about you baby." He purred between kisses to your inner thighs. Starting at your knees, he worked up, the sweet scent of your arousal growing stronger the further he traveled. "Fuck, you smell so good." You whimpered at his animalistic tone, wishing your fingers were running over his body the same way his touched yours. 

Teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your upper thigh, he soothed your high pitched whines, tongue laving over the blossoming bruise. Hooking his thumbs in the band of your panties, Wooyoung slowly tugged the garment from your precious area, revealing your delicate petals. Your fingers dug into the sheets when his breath hit your core, holding onto the fabric akin to a lifeline. Spreading your folds reverently, his hooded eyes gazed at your pulsating walls as beads of translucent precum slid from your entrance, pooling on the silk sheets below. Tongue jutting out, he ran the muscle along your outer lips in a smooth stripe, the gentle pressure increasing the ache in your throbbing clit. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you stifled a loud moan with your hand when he pressed a kiss to your labia. 

"Don't be shy baby," He taunted, nudging his nose against your swollen nub. "Let me hear your pretty sounds." 

His resolve to have you moaning at his ministrations increased, his tongue darting out to slowly travel the length of your slit. Humming against your pussy, he lapped your sweetness, his own excitement growing from the taste of your juices. A strangled moan fell from your lips, his cock growing even harder from the lewd sounds you made. Continuing to please you, he kept the pace slow, worshiping your womanhood with each careful swipe of his tongue. Spreading your folds further, his tongue dove deeper into your depths, pushing past your entrance to stroke your velvety walls. Attaching his mouth to your lower lips, he sucked gently, applying pressure while trailing his tongue around your warm cavity. 

Back arching off the bed, you mewled in ecstasy, his hot breath teasing your sensitive area. Loud wet noises filled the silent room, the sinful lapping of his tongue clouding your head and drawing you closer to a mind numbing high. He always bragged about his long tongue, the length coming in handy to help him reach depths in you that no one else could touch. 

Suddenly he pulled away, the pleasure harshly ripped from your quaking body. Opening your eyes, you looked at his handsome face, his chin glistening with your gushing juices. Whining at the loss of sensation, you pouted at him, frowning when he laughed at your cute unhappiness. 

"I'm going to use my fingers now, baby. Okay?" Gazing up at you patiently, he awaited your consent, kissing your mound tenderly. 

You gave him a small smile, reaching down to brush his hair back into place. Trailing your hand to his cheek, you stroked the skin and gave him a nod of approval. 

Pushing your legs further apart, he brought his hand to your clit, stroking the nub in a circular motion. With a single finger, he split your folds from base to crown and ran the digit along the length of your tender slit repeatedly. Adding another finger, he spread your wetness, swirling over your clit before tentatively inserting his fingers into your pussy. He pushed in carefully, stretching your walls further with every passing second. Clenching around the intrusion, you felt the spark reignite in your stomach, his fingers sheathed deep within your core. The tight squeeze around his fingers left him speechless, the thought of your walls caressing his cock the same way burning in his imagination. When he felt you had adjusted enough, he pulled out gently, quickly thrusting in as far as he could reach. Your body jolted, gripping the sheets again as he set a relentless pace. Hips bucking to meet his thrusts, you rutted against his fingers, hitting your pleasure spot repeatedly. A choked groan left your lips, the sensation kindling the fire burning deep within you. 

"Right there?" He looked at you with a hint of smugness and you nodded enthusiastically, closing your eyes against the mounting pleasure. Pushing your hips to lay flat on the bed, his slick fingers sped up, striking the spot repeatedly. Your legs trembled, a tell tale sign of your close release. Calling out his name, you pushed away slightly. "W-woo stop!" 

Pulling out quickly, his eyes met yours immediately. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Concerned for your safety, his hands ghosted over your body, checking for any signs of discomfort. 

"No baby. You were perfect. I just…" looking away, you tried to hide the embarrassment tinting your cheeks. "I want you to be inside me when I cum." 

Albeit cheesy, you really meant those words, wanting to feel him deep within you as you came however many times he desired you to. Turning your head to gauge his reaction, you watched him blink up at you, eyes full of lust and tenderness. 

"Oh god. You're going to be the death of me princess." He groaned, hand running over the straining bulge in his slacks. Biting your lip at the sight, you watched him break down and palm himself desperately, his cock painfully hard. 

Sitting up, you reach for him, bringing him close enough to press a greedy kiss to his lips. His mouth and tongue tasted like you, a foreign flavor he couldn't get enough of. Humming against his lips, you pulled him closer, melting at his tongue tangling with yours and the pedal soft texture of his lips. He pulled away before you'd had enough, mumbling against your lips almost incoherently. 

"You taste so good." 

Moaning against his lips, you fingered the buckle of his belt, slipping the crisp leather through the clasps and dropping the accessory to the floor. Hands pressing against his shirt clad torso, you trailed up his abdomen, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his work shirt. Your knuckles brushed his bare skin, his breath catching  as you unhooked the last button and traced his abs lightly. Grasping your hands, he kissed your knuckles lightly, watching you intensely. Pushing you back onto the bed, he crawled on top of you, discarding his shirt in the process. Fingers brushing over his toned chest, you felt the taut muscles in his arms holding him up as he hovered above you. His fingers fumbled with the button of his slacks, roughly maneuvering the article down his legs and onto the floor. Next came his boxers, falling to the floor and freeing his fully erect cock to slap against his abdomen. Dipping his head, he mouthed at your neck, groaning as his length rubbed against your inner thigh. Nibbling on the tender tissue of your neck, he breathed in your scent, mumbling words of praise into your skin. 

You melted into his touch, tilting your head to give him better access. His lips found your pulse point, your heart beat drumming just for him. Pressing a soft kiss to the spot, he felt your pulse, his heart swelling with gratitude for the ability to call you his. 

In a second he flipped positions, rolling over to rest you atop his solid chest. Eyes wide with surprise, you gazed down at him, watching the infatuation shining brightly in his deep brown orbs. Your fingers dug into his shoulders when you felt his fingers dive into your heat, scissoring your entrance to accommodate his length. His leg hooked around yours, pulling your thighs apart, thwarting your involuntary attempt to clamp your legs shut around his hand. 

Stroking your cheek lovingly, his teeth found your earlobe, shallowly sinking into the skin. 

"You've done so well baby. Can you take more?" His seductive purr left you shivering, a quiet whimper of "yes" falling from your lips. He held you tighter, his gentle dominance reducing you to mush. You were so in love, a total fool for every little piece of him. 

Fingers pulling out, he guided the tip of his cock to your entrance, gliding through your slick to lubricate his girthy length. Groaning in unison, you held onto each other tightly, losing yourselves in the pleasure. The angle at which you laid granted you a perfect view of his face, his features scrunched beautifully, mouth hanging open with relief from the painful hardness of his dick. With one last slide through your folds, he inserted the head of his length into your pussy, groaning from the tight squeeze. He waited for you to adjust, the tightness of your walls nearly bringing him to his end already. Pushing in further, his length filled you slowly, splitting your dripping entrance until his hips met yours. Feeling so full, your hands cupped his face, lips pressing to his, squeezing your eyes shut against the sting in your core. Pulling out slowly, he thrusted into you shallowly, your moans muffled by your connected lips. 

He rocked his hips into you slowly, taking his time with his thrusts, angling your hips to sheathe himself fully each time. "Fuck. You always take me so well." Praises fell from his lips just how he knew you liked it, his voice coaxing you closer to your high. 

Passion saturated the room, the agile glide of his hips maintaining the pace, sending your head spinning when his thick tip brushed your pleasure spot. Eyes fluttering shut, you cried out, fingers threading tightly in his hair. "I love you, I love you." You chanted, weakly rutting your hips to meet his gentle thrusts. 

Laying beneath you, Wooyoung watched your face, the way your eyes scrunched tight against the mounting pleasure, your hair disheveled with strands flying out of place, the way you bit your lip with every thrust in an attempt to keep your moans quiet. Perfect. Every single thing about you was absolutely perfect. He loved seeing you on top of him, the best position to cradle you to his chest and coo over your fucked out appearance, which he did every time you were intimate. 

Trailing his hands over your body, gratitude overwhelmed him, the fact that you trusted him this much with your heart and body hit him intensely. "Y/n…You're so beautiful" 

Opening your eyes, your heart flooded with emotions, eyes stinging with  tenderness for the man beneath you. The way he looked up at you, eyes swimming with adoration and pride, broke you down. Your damp eyes overflowed, a tear dripping onto his handsome face. 

"Oh baby girl. Don't cry." His eyes shone with emotion, pooling with wetness as well. Tracing your cheekbones with his thumbs, he brushed the tears from your cheeks as fast as they fell, his hips stuttering as his heart jumped. Sniffling, you buried your head in his neck, wrapping your arms around him tighter. 

He rubbed your back soothingly, thrusting into you continuously, maintaining his slow pace.

You laid like that for a while, his cock dragging against your walls perfectly as he made love to you passionately. Speeding up his thrusts, he tilted your chin up to look at him and kissed you slowly, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip. Pressing your forehead to his, you kissed him back, bouncing on his dick, clit rubbing against his abdomen as he fucked up into you. 

You felt yourself coming undone, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he slammed into you with vigor. 

"I..I'm close." You whimpered, scrunching your eyebrows in pleasure. 

"C-cum for me baby." Breath shaky, he reached around to rub at your clit, drawing high pitched whimpers from your lips and snapping the knot in your stomach. Releasing with you, he groaned, your spasming walls caressing his leaking cock. Deep within you he shot his load, white streaks of cum painting the canvas of your quivering pussy. Coming down from your highs, you closed your eyes, holding each other close in your post orgasm bliss. 

His eyes opened first, wiping the combined sweat from your foreheads. "You did so good for me sweetheart. I love you." His eyes shone with pride, unable to think of loving anyone but you. You smiled at him tiredly, pecking his grinning lips and lacing your fingers with his.

Brushing the flyaway hairs from your face, he looked at you cautiously, stroking your back gently. "Again?" 

Your body ached and your hips and pussy would definitely hurt in the morning but you didn't care. Nodding your head, you rested your head on his chest and hissed with him in oversensitivity when he stirred inside you. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure and he sped up, fucking your mixed cum deep into your spent hole. Heart full, you allowed him to lead you to your high once again, emotions peaking with your euphoric release. Although uncertain of how long you'd last, you gave yourself to him over and over, taking as much as he gave. With his fingers caressing every inch of your skin and his heart beating next to yours, you lost yourself in the love and pleasure of the special celebration.

[earthangel]

OK OK i know what to say. ig i'm rly angry w this ending

i just read a post saying that "at the end of the day, bojack was a bad person but ppl still relate to him & saying that he's better off dead is to say that ppl who've made mistakes r better off dead" & like. personally i don't believe he "deserves" to die, i don't think anyone who struggles w trauma deserves to die, but like

bojack is relatable only of you've done similar shit he did. i've hit rock bottom in my life, & i know i'm not the only one, & i've never hurt ppl or been selfish to the point of completely ignoring someone else's free will, or feelings.....

i just can't FANTHOM that someone his age, w the ressources he had, & w the kind ppl in his life, didn't do his best to get better; i've personally found myself between 2 choices when faced w trauma: either spew it out on someone else, or deal w it so no one else feels the way i do, & it took him way, way, way too long to choose the latter...

ig it angers me bc there r so many ppl who practise compassion & empathy just so no one else lives through trauma the way they do, & then some other ppl just. don't give a shit? & for what? bc life has no meaning or whatever? that shit is so oldddd like grow uppp, just bc life truly has no meaning doesn't mean that gives u the right to fuck everyone up too??? i just don't get HOW someone could ever think that way. i just don't

so, everytime i see someone say "oh yea, i relate to bojack; he's a victim of his traumas, & he's paying the price for what he's done, but it's still tragic" all i hear is, "i mistreat everyone who truly helps me & doesn't say simply what i wanna hear; & the worst is, i'm not aware of it, bc it terrifies me to know myself" well tough shit? deal w it like everybody else is, & then maybe, when u understand that the illusion of solitude is just that, an illusion, & that you'll never, EVER, be able to run from yourself, the world will see you. & by world, i mean your own world

tl;dr go to fucking therapy, deal w ur shit, & if you can't, don't bother ppl who r just trying to do their best by working on themselves. sorry lmao i just have no compassion for bojack wannabes whatsoever. like not rly anyways

ok, i just finished bojack horseman