#imagine being the size of your bf's tit

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MEANT TO BE YOURS — JEON WONWOO ࿐

summary. lying to your boyfriend about being sexually experienced has you stressed beyond belief. it’s a good thing your roommate— aka your best friend— is always there to help you out of every sticky situation.

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warnings. [PLEASE READ THESE!] slight yandere themes (tame obsession, possessiveness, mentions of k1lling reader’s bf, etc.), corruption kink, virginity loss, f. masturbation, cheating (don’t do this), perv!wonu, NEEDY, DESPERATE dom!wonwoo, fingering, heavy praise, pet names (a lot ^^), very light degradation, so much dirty talk (literal filth), unprotected sex, size kink (if u blink, u miss it), kinda angsty ending (oops) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. ok so it’s finally here :p a few things— happy birthday wonwoo, my beloved <3 thank u keir @jeonghantis for reading this over for me, always reassuring me and being my literal rock. i luv u so so much ^^ lastly, this contains cheating which i do NOT condone, nor do i want to glamorize it. it’s simply for the sake of the plot. oj that’s all <3 i worked hard so pls enjoy it >< (if u dont, u should just lie to me anyway)

you were perfect. so sweet and so innocent. you were a doll in the eyes of wonwoo, with skin so smooth against his calloused hands and a smile so perfect, he can’t help but melt at the sight of it. 

his adoration for you was obviously in moderation, he’s a sensible man after all. it’s not like he’d stand over you while you sleep and watch the way your barely-clothed chest rises up and falls down so enticingly or fuck his fist and imagine it’s your tight-virgin cunt milking him for all he’s worth or steal a pair of lace panties and absolutely ruin them. you’re his best friend not to mention his roommate. he can’t do things like that— it’s wrong. 

so why does it feel so fucking good to imagine how sweet your moans would sound while he fucks you senseless, “wonwoo! wonwoo!”

wonwoo maintains his cool even in the most unfavorable moments. when you leave your shared bathroom with nothing but a towel wrapped around your chest, when you walk around in silky night shorts, when you press your tits flush against him every time you give him a hug— it’s too much sometimes. 

he can't be angry, though, it’s not like you know any better. 

just like how you don't know how loud you’re being when you have one dainty little finger shoved inside your sopping pussy. he watches through the tiny crack of your door with his bottom lip lodged between his teeth, just slight of drawing blood. he sees how your eyes are screwed shut and your back is arched as you inconsistently try to fuck a single finger in and out of you. 

the room is filled with desperate huffs and moans, bouncing between the four walls of his old gaming room; it all rushes straight to wonwoo’s cock. 

you sound so needy and he can tell you’re growing frustrated at the lack of results. you’re craving release, he can tell– 

and he wants to help you. so bad.

he has to, right? that’s his job as a dutiful best friend— taking care of his pretty girl. plus, it’s not like he’s really doing anything wrong. he likes to think he’s just doing you a huge favor. 

he steps away from the door before knocking quietly, hearing the halt in moans and jostling of the white bedsheets he’s memorized the scent of. he stifles a laugh, imagining how hot your face must be knowing that you’re easily flustered. 

“just a second!” you pant and he’s so caught up in thought that he almost misses your soft voice, “okay…you can come in.” it’s as if you’re embarrassed, but you have no reason to be. it’s just him, your roommate. your best friend. your wonwoo. 

he finds that he was right. as soon as he walked in, he noticed your embarrassed face and he could almost feel the heat radiating from your body.

“won?”

his cock throbs in his loose plaid pajama pants at the name you had given him ages ago. “Y/N, i-i just wanted to check on you… heard noises when i was passing by your room,” 

“oh…” you mumble, gripping the comforter covering your body. you’re sheepish, shrugging at his concern. “thought you were out with gyu.” 

your words are barely audible. you’re too humiliated to tell him what you were doing and, not to mention, how you were probably, most likely doing it incorrectly. 

“nah,” he shakes his head, reverting the conversation back to the massive elephant in the room. “anything on your mind?” he tries, moving to sit on the bed next to you.

you sigh, cracking the unfazed facade you wore. tears form on your lash line; you’re beyond embarrassed. mortified, if you will. this is probably the worst possible thing to happen in all your years of living. 

no, this is the worst thing to happen to you in all your years of living– nothing will ever beat you getting caught masturbating incorrectly by your best friend. 

“wonwoo…” you sniffle and he immediately stiffens at the unanticipated sound. “i just… my… boyfriend wants to start doing stuff with me and i lied ‘n told him that i’ve done stuff before, but i haven’t ‘n—“

“hey…breathe, Y/N,” he shushes, reaching over to wipe the tears from your eyes. as much as he’s concerned with your feelings, he can’t help but pause—boyfriend? since when did you have a fucking boyfriend? he knew you were going on dates and meeting guys, and of course he didn’t like it, but he thought they were flings that would eventually fizzle out. why wasn’t he aware of this dick? his chest bubbles with newfound jealousy and discontent. without a doubt, he’d kill the first ill-mannered fucker he saw put his hands on you. 

however, he plays dumb to hide the fact. “what type of stuff are we talking about?” 

you bite back a whine, a small pout forming on your face, “you know what stuff, won, don’t make me say it.” 

he chuckles, airily, shaking his head. yes, of course he knows, but he wants to hear you say it. wants to hear you say filthy things with your innocent voice that he simply can’t get enough of. “i don’t know what you’re going on about. for all i know, we could be talking about drugs,” 

you let out a giggle, playfully smacking his shoulder. “no!” you tell him and he gives you an expectant look. one that screams tell me.

your laughter dies down and you fall silent for a few seconds. you inhale sharply, “wonwoo… he… he wants to have sex with me,” you mutter, completely catching him off guard. “and i lied about having experience… i’ve never even touched myself,” you say unwarranted, feeling your cheeks heat up in mortification once again. you hide your face in your hands after exposing yourself to your more-mature, experienced best friend. “god, i’m such a loser,”

“hey, don’t say that. there’s nothing wrong with being inexperienced. none of that’s important if you love someone.” the same way he loves you. “plus, a lot of guys like inexperienced girls.” he murmurs, mostly speaking for himself, though the only inexperienced girl– girl, in general– he likes is you. 

a sigh escapes your lips at his words, “but… i don’t wanna be inexperienced. i wanna know what i’m doing and how to do it right…i wish i was more like you,” you frown, removing your hands to look at him, confusion prevalent on his face. “you seem like you’re so good at everything when it comes to… that…kinda stuff…”

his throat dries, “h-how would you even know that?”

“well, i mean…you’re not exactly the quietest, wonwoo,” 

wonwoo is shocked, honestly. he knew he had a handful of hookups and one night stands, but he never thought you would’ve known that. 

besides, he always imagined them to be you riding him, crying for him. as much as he loves getting his dick wet, he would never see another girl again if it meant even one chance with you. 

it's a stretch. a big one, but if he could give you the earth, he would– in a single heartbeat with no hesitation whatsoever. “well… then do you want me to maybe… show you? what it’s like…? give you a good first experience?”

your body freezes and your eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. sure, you’ve always found your best friend attractive, but you figured that couldn’t be helped. you knew you never had a chance, not when he had an endless line of girls who would do anything for just one night with him. 

wonwoo is the definition of womanizer, he always has been. for as long as you could remember, girls would throw themselves at him and praise him like he was some kind of god. in some ways, you thought he was.

in all fairness, he was gorgeous and tall and strong. a catch, as some girls would say. he smelled good, too. so good it makes your head spin and your body flood with heat. and he had that rare smile– the one he’d only show the ones he loved– and it was blindingly beautiful. it was a smile that made you feel blessed. a smile that made you feel lucky because you were always on the receiving end– wonwoo always smiled at you.

he never pursued as many girls as you thought he would have. you always figured that’s what guys liked– all of the girls fawning over them– but wonwoo was so different. he didn’t like the attention that much, but, unfortunately for him, that’s what comes with being as handsome as he is. 

you knew he was out of your league. he was everything a girl would want and what were you in a sea of girls? a sea of girls with loads of experience and confidence, for that matter. 

you were just lucky to have him in your life because he really was such a good friend. he’s always been so protective of you since he met you all those years ago through a mandatory math tutoring session. nothing could ruin the image you have of him– not even the ear-splitting moans of the girls he fucks. you want nothing but for him to be your friend forever. 

and maybe you have imagined… once or twice… what it would be like to be one of the obnoxiously loud girls in his bed, but that didn’t mean you wanted it… did it?

you try to play it off to see if he was pulling another one of his typical stunts on you. “wonwoo, this isn’t funny—“

“i‘m being serious,” he says so earnestly, leaning into you, the proximity between the two of you quickly closing. you feel like you should pull back, tell him to stop, kick him out— anything— but you just can’t. “lemme help you, sweetheart… i‘ll show you how to feel good,” his minty breath fans over your face.

your body twitches, feeling a soft pulse in your lower region when the familiar pet name falls from his lips. your pace of breath quickens along with your heartbeat. 

“is…isn’t this wrong?” you ask. you want to scold your brain for wanting to do this with your best friend whom you live with. not to mention the fact that you also have a boyfriend.

yes, you think, this is totally and completely wrong. 

he shakes his head, “it’s not, promise, ‘m just helping a friend out… only if you’ll let me,” his voice hushes to a whisper as his hand pulls the comforter off your body, a large hand moving to take a hold of your waist, the other on your bare thigh extremely close to the thin pink fabric of your absolutely-soiled panties. 

you’re left panting at the little contact, skin itching for even more. “wonwoo…” you whisper and it’s absolutely desperate. “wonwoo, w-what will i tell him?”

he feels his blood boil and he has to keep from snapping at the mere mention of that son of a bitch. he doesn’t even know him and, even still, he wants to bash his head in. “you don’t have to tell him anything,” he responds to you sweetly despite how angry and desperate he is. 

you won’t have to do a thing. he’ll take care of everything for you, especially that boyfriend of yours.

you contemplate your options, but it’s getting harder to have a coherent thought with his warm hand being so incredibly close to your needy pussy. 

wonwoo is just helping you, he even said it himself. if anything, he’s getting you out of the sticky situation you made for yourself. 

and so you nod your head, whimpering out the words. “okay wonwoo… please help me,”

unbeknownst to you, wonwoo was hoping you’d say that. hoping you’d let him help you stretch you out (not for your boyfriend, but for him). help you take his cock. help you cum all over him and corrupt your pretty body. he’ll help you leave your boyfriend and realize that wonwoo is all you’ll need. all you’ll want. all you’ll know. he’ll help you, his best friend, his pretty girl, his fucking dream. 

your words trigger something in his brain and it’s all he needs before closing the gap between the two of you. the way he practically pounces on you and slots your lips together, it’s similar to a predator going after its prey.

it’s apparent you’re not as skilled as him as your lips struggle to keep up, whimpering at how rough he was being. you open your mouth a little bit to tell him to slow down, but instead, he pushes his tongue inside and explores the warmth and wetness of your mouth. 

and he can’t slow down. he can usually keep his composure and control himself, but you don’t even know how long he’s been waiting for this moment. if only you knew the perverted things your best friend had done without your knowledge, there’s no way you’d let him anywhere near you. he can’t stop, tongue inspecting every inch of your mouth until he feels your hands press flat against his chest in an attempt to push him away.

your swollen lips turn into a pout staring into his eyes filled with hunger and desire. “won,” you say, a lilt to your angelic voice. fuck, is all wonwoo can think as he finally realizes how hard and leaky his cock is after all this time. “can’t keep up…”

he almost feels bad, but every time he feels remorse it’s overshadowed by the burning desire to hear you, feel you, see you cum… just for him, not your silly little boyfriend, that fucking asshole. he needs you to be his. 

“‘m sorry, pretty girl,” he pants, hands inching up your upper thigh. “i‘ll slow down, yeah?” his voice drips with desperation and, god, you feel your pussy flooding with more of your warm arousal. 

you nod, leaning into him again, pressing a kiss against his lips. his lips are soft as they mold into yours, nothing like what you’re used to. you couldn’t even compare wonwoo’s lips to anything– not even your boyfriend. 

you feel heat course your veins. everything is so hot, the room feels like it’s on fire. when did it get so hot? you want to hide in his neck, in your pillow, in something, but wonwoo gives you no room to be shy. 

the intrusive thoughts are cut short when you feel his warm hand slide into your panties, a deep gasp escaping your lips. his fingers quickly find your hardened clit, untouched and desperate for attention. the initial touch has shockwaves jolting through your body and you swear you won’t be able to survive anything more than that. 

you part your lips from him as his two fingers rub swift circles into your clit, timid whines and moans erupting from your chest and your eyes practically taped shut as you feel his burning gaze on your face. it’s when your hips unintentionally begin to move, grinding into his hand, softly moaning his name out, “wonwoo!” that he loses it. 

“fuck,” he mutters, removing his hand and watching your face of pleasure turn into complete shock. he ignores your whiny protests, gently pushing you to lay on your back. “shhh, baby, trust me. gonna make you feel so fuckin’ good, don’t you worry.”

his hands peel the panties off you, rolling them off your legs and inspecting them– they’re new. you don’t need to know that he knows, though. especially since he is the reason you needed to get more.

nonetheless, he tosses them to the side. you’re sure if your judgment wasn’t clouded by the new overwhelming craving you have for pleasure, your body would burn in humiliation due to being exposed to your best friend. the same best friend who’s always been there for you and seen you at your very worst, yet continues to be there for you when you need him. 

with hearts in his eyes, he stares at your glistening cunt, “jesus christ,” he murmurs, “prettiest fucking pussy in the world, might have to keep you all to myself.” he knows the words are going through one ear and out the other, but the way you moan and arch your back for a single touch eggs him on.

“wonwoo,” you whimper softly. 

“yes, baby, what do you need?” he knows exactly what you need. you need him to rub your clit, press his fingers into your tight pussy and open you up, and you especially need him to tell you how well you’re doing– he fucking knows, but he needs to hear you say it. he needs your pretty little mouth to tell him. 

you pant, pussy getting wetter by the second solely off the pet names and wonwoo’s voice alone. “need you to help me like you promised… please help me…”

and he can’t resist when you sound so needy. he’s 99% sure he could cum untouched just at the sight of you under him with tears in your eyes while you beg for him to touch you. you’re so perfect, so so perfect and he doesn't understand how no one has taken you away from him yet. 

“you want my fingers, sweetheart? want me to help you open up this pretty cunt for my cock?” he asks hotly, leaning in closer to your body. 

you gasp at his words, your leaky hole clenching around nothing. “god, yes, yes, wonwoo, yes,” you nod your head vigorously, shyness fleeing your body as you're taken over by pure need. “please gimme your fingers.”

he smirks at your words and his dick twitches at the request. he knows this moment will replay in his head during every second of the day till he can have you like this again. 

“good girl,” he whispers, pressing a peck to your swollen lips and keens when you chase him for another with a whimper. “brace yourself for me… might sting a little, but it’ll feel really good after a while. tell me if you need me to stop, hmm?” 

you nod your head, stomach swirling with endless amounts of anticipation. the calloused pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing into it once more. you figure it’s to distract you from the feeling of his lengthy digit pressing into your hole.

a whine erupts from your throat at the tiny stretch that stings throughout your body. you take a deep breath, trying to relax as wonwoo pushes the finger in and out at a slow and steady pace. 

“doing so well for me, pretty. promise it’ll feel good when you get used to it,” he reassures with a tight-lipped smile as if he’s getting ready to burst at any given moment. 

that’s probably because he is. watching your tight pussy swallow his finger and wrap so nicely around him has him reeling. he thinks about what it’d be like to watch his cock disappear inside of you, for your velvet walls to wrap around him like you were made just for his cock. 

luckily, the sting fades away sooner than you thought it would, just as wonwoo had promised. your tiny whimpers of pain were soon replaced by pleasured moans, and he can tell that you’re ready for more of his fingers. 

he pulls out his middle finger to bring two of them together. you gasp in surprise feeling the pads of his two fingers circle at your entrance before they push their way inside of you. 

it hurts more than the first finger, you have to admit, but you take him in easily with the amount of arousal that pools out of your pussy. you pant, whines dying on your tongue as you feel the burning stretch. you don’t tell him to stop, though, not like you’d want to. 

wonwoo’s close to losing it. he can feel the way you clench around his fingers, almost like you're trying to push him out but suck him in at the same time. you’re so fucking tight and he thinks he must be in heaven. you’re the last thing he deserves, yet here you are, swallowing his big fingers in your pretty, virgin cunt. 

he gradually spreads his fingers, opening you up and the experimental move has you moaning. “that feel alright?” he asks almost breathlessly. 

you give him a broken nod, “feels weird… b-but good.” you attempt to inform. 

you’re sheepish for a few minutes as he’s slowly scissoring his fingers inside of you, but the question comes out before your hazy mind can fully comprehend. “c-can you try three?” it comes out a bit slurred and timid, but wonwoo understands. he completely understands. 

he wants, so badly, to fuck you stupid. to the point where you don’t know how to speak. he wants to call you his greedy slut for wanting more even though it makes him see red. he opts out, though, not wanting your first time to be tainted with degrading words because he knows you’re  good. a good girl just for him. no one else. 

“oh, baby,” he coos, body filling with even more need. he presses his ring finger inside of you and basking in your cry all the while purring, “you’re doing so fucking well for me.”

you involuntarily clench at his words, back slightly arching off the bed as you moan. “wonwoo.”

he lets out a guttural moan at the sound of his name on your tongue. it’s the way he’s heard it in his dreams, the dreams where he’s ruining you for everyone else. 

wonwoo knows he’s crazy, trust, he knows. he understands the way he feels about you is abnormal, but fuck, right now? he feels absolutely, postively insane. 

“god, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispers, his mind slowly drifting. “so fucking pretty taking my fingers like this, taking ‘em like a champ.”

he thrusts his fingers into you with ease, stretching you effectively while being sure to rub at your sweet spot. he watches them disappear and reappear at your opening while also stealing glances at your scrunched up face. you’re such an angel.

after a while, the burning sting leaves and you’re left with an immense pleasure. you didn’t think it would get any better, but there’s an unfamiliar pressure building in your tummy and you feel the need to clamp down on his digits. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before and you swear you’re on the brink of pure ecstasy. 

“wonwoo… wonwoo,” you gasp, hand blindly searching for his wrist as your eyes screw closed. “f-feels…weird… fuck! wonwoo!”

and wonwoo jus can’t. he can’t let you cum like this for the first time, it would be a crime. when you cum for the first time, he needs it to be on his cock.

he hates himself for doing so, but his movements stop. you gasp loudly, “no, no, no!” you cry out, tears forming in your eyes. you were so close, but it was unfairly taken away from you in a matter of seconds. “no, no, please keep going, please!”

“i want your first time to be on my cock, sweetheart, want you to remember it that way.” he says with his voice low. so low you can hear the beautiful rasp of his voice. “you want that don’t you? you want my cock, yeah?” 

you nod profusely, face heating up at his words and the way he articulates them. “y-yes… i do.” you mumble. 

“that’s a good girl.”

you moan at the praise, hips bucking up again as he stands to slip off his loose pjs. when they fall, his hard cock slaps against his covered abdomen and you feel your heart skip a beat at his size. 

you gasp, sitting up as your sensitive cunt pulses once more. it’s so fucking pretty. you’ve heard your girl friends talk about how ugly and gross dicks were, a conversation that you never had input for, but after seeing wonwoo’s, you know they haven’t been blessed with the sight of one like his. 

he’s huge, for starters. it makes your tummy churn and swirl because you know he won’t be able to fit inside of you— not all at once at least. it’s long with prominent veins running through. the tip is flushed and leaky and he looks so hard it hurts. 

“won’t fit,” you whimper slowly gravitating towards him at the edge of your bed, eyes not leaving the throbbing member. “it’s not gonna fit, won,” you look up at him through your lashes and his entire body twitches as he looks down at your doe eyes. 

“and how do you know that?” he grabs your face with one of his hands, squishing your cheeks with his pointer and thumb finger. “you can take it, baby, don’t worry. i’ll be gentle.”

the tone of his voice drops an octave, and this time, you don’t believe him. there is something predatory about his words that makes you squirm and gush under his gaze. you don’t think he’ll be gentle, the way he looks at you like… it’s like he’s about to have his last meal. 

and, honestly, you find that you love it. you love having him look at you like he’s yours and your his. you love his attention. you love having him like this. 

he pushes you back again, your back hitting the plush bed. you bite your lip as you see him join and tower over you. he flashes a smile and you slowly melt and wither away under him, body squirming a bit. 

he looks in between your bodies and realizes he’s not wearing a condom. his face drains of color at the thought of your cunt taking his cock bare. “sweetheart… wait,”

your eyes widen and your lips form into a small pout, “what is it? what’s wrong?”

“need to get a condom,” he huffs and it’s apparent that he’s not very happy about the idea. he’s always worn one. every time. with every girl he’s ever been with. but every single time he’s imagined taking you, it was without one. he wants nothing in the way between you and him, but, of course, he needs to respect you and think about your safety. no matter how bad he wants it.

you furrow your eyebrows, “...why?” you whisper. 

this time, he mirrors your confused look. you’re a virgin, sure, but you must know what a condom is. “what do you mean why, angel? it’s pro–”

you shake your head, cutting him off. “i mean, why do you need it? are you�� not clean?” you ask worriedly. 

“no, of course i am!”

“well, don’t leave me here,” you mumble. “‘m on the pill now, so you should be fine without one… now, please? wanna feel like i did before… wanna feel all of you…”

wonwoo now knows he’s died. he’s died and now he’s in paradise. you, and all your beauty, laying under him with the prettiest pout, begging for him. for his cock. raw. everything he’s dreamed of is about to come true... if he doesn’t cum first.

“god,” he mutters. he takes his length in his hand, stroking himself before lining up with your entrance. “you want my cock then?” he whispers, dragging the tip up and down your messy folds. 

“yeah, please… go slow…” 

he lets out a shaky breath, nodding his head before guiding himself back to your dripping hole. he inhales sharply, pushing himself inside, immediately entranced by the feeling of your warmth enveloping him whole. 

you wince letting out a soft cry of his name. he pushes past the resistance and you feel him taking something that’s been so sacred for as long as you could remember, but if you’re being transparent you couldn’t be happier that it’s him. you wouldn’t want anyone else to be in this position.

“fuck, baby,” he grunts with his raspy, deep voice that makes you clench even tighter around him. “fuck, so fucking tight, baby. so perfect.” he can barely trust his voice. it’s barely been five minutes, but he swears on everything he’s never felt this good before. 

you’re not even sure his fingers helped you enough because the stretch is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before. “hurts…” you whimper out, eyes screwed close to keep the pained tears from falling. 

he bites his lip to suppress a moan at the sight of you like this, instead asking, “you good, baby? need me to pull out?” he’ll die if you do, so he hopes you answer against the idea. 

“n-no,” you pant, trying to breathe your way through the pain. “j-just go slow…s’big, feel too full,” you reply, brain unable to give him complete sentences. 

his eyes almost roll at your broken words. “i know, baby, i know. you’re doing so well for me, hm? takin’ it well all for me,” he manages to tell you even though he’s twitching like he might explode within the next 30 seconds. 

his praise makes you gasp as you arch your back, a new gush of arousal coating his hard length. when wonwoo speaks to you like this, it makes your head fog. the validation and praise and the lovingness behind it all makes you want to have him forever. you want him to speak to you like you're his baby forever. 

it almost makes you forget that this is just a favor. that you have a boyfriend and he has a sea of gorgeous women lined up for him. almost. 

after a few more minutes of slowly inching his way inside you, he finally bottoms out. you’re already a bit sore from the stretch, but the pain recedes and he fits like a glove. like he was made to be inside you and you were made to take him and all of his glory. it only riles you up, your pussy tightening around him even more. 

he groans out your name, “fuck, don’t do that or i won’t be able to last, pretty girl.”

“‘m sorry,” you mewl. “can’t help it, feels so good, wonwoo,” you finally open your eyes to look into his. “keep moving please?” you pout, keeping your tears at bay. 

he can’t emphasize how close he is to spontaneously combusting and pumping you full just to fuck you over and over again. he wants to fuck you till your pussy’s raw and you’re begging for mercy. he wants to see your pretty tears, hear your cries, see you dripping in sweat and cum. 

he doesn’t say anything, pulling out slowly and pushing himself back in. you gasp, hands moving to tug on the fabric of his shirt in attempts to pull it off. 

“ah, ah, ah,” wonwoo reprimands. “can’t be the only one without a shirt, baby, you gotta take yours off first.” he smirks at your eagerness. 

you nod quickly as you sit up, still so full of him, peeling your flimsy tank top off. you free your chest and wonwoo groans when he finally sees them. 

“so pretty…” he mumbles, pushing you back down with a bit more force than you were expecting. one of his hands comes to squeeze the fat, fondling it like he’s wanted to for so long. his cock thrusts into you again a bit faster and you cry again at the stimulation. 

“t-take it off!” you beg, reaching for the shirt again. 

he chuckles, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the pile of clothes on the floor. once you see his skin, your arms immediately wrap around his neck pulling him down for a kiss. you imitate the actions of your first kiss earlier, opening your mouth to let his tongue in. you let him sloppily makeout with your own. 

it’s messy. a newfound experience for you. you’ve never had a kiss like this– never had a kiss where it felt like you were about to get swallowed whole. you’ve never had a kiss filled with so much passion, a kiss so loud where you’re moaning into someone's mouth and they’re moaning into yours so lustily. it’s your first. wonwoo’s your first for many it seems. 

wonwoo can’t say he’s never had a messy kiss because he’s had plenty. maybe a few too many. but, unbeknownst to you, he’s never felt so eager for anyone in all his years of knowing you– lusting after you. he wants this so bad. he wants you so fucking bad it’s making his throat constrict, his abdomen tighten, his dick twitch as it’s surrounded by your warm walls.

his cock fills you up so well and you feel like there’s a big possibility that you may get addicted to the feeling. now that the pain has subsided, you can feel the prominent veins pressing into your velvety walls. you can feel every twitch and his bulbous head rubbing right against that spot that’s turning your brain into mush. 

“fuck, baby, you’re so good,” he moans into your mouth, thrusts increasing in pace. 

“love it when you call me that,” you admit, mindlessly. you pull him in closer, nails digging into his back, imprinting red crescent shapes in the skin. 

he lets out a guttural groan, breaking from the kiss and looking into your teary eyes. “you like being my good little baby, huh?” he asks breathlessly and when you whine and clench around him, he chuckles. “i can tell, angel, pretty pussy is loving my cock– swallowing all of me like such a good slut.”

he didn’t mean to say it, but when the words slip out, your eyes widen. his expression mirrors yours and his speed falters. your pulse thumps erratically and you’re sure your heart is going to lurch out of your chest, teeth catching your bottom lip, biting and digging into the pillowy muscle. 

“i didn’t mean–”

“keep going…” you whisper, hooking your legs around his waist to pull him into you and return to his prior pace. “oh, won, please keep going.” your begs make him reel. 

your pupils are completely blown out now. like you’ve taken some type of drug and you’re feeling the euphoric effects of it all. you can’t wrap your head around why you feel the way you do because of one degrading word. 

jesus christ, he thinks to himself. he has to be in love. you’re so greedy, so much potential to be his gorgeous girl. he thinks you’re perfect for him– no, he knows you’re perfect for him. he’s confident with the way he fits in you and the way you trust him with your body. he can’t even care to think about your stupid boyfriend. you’re his now. his to fuck stupid and pump full of cum. his to punish and praise and pleasure. he’ll turn you into his own little cockhungry slut.

his thoughts get the best of him as he nearly blacks out at the idea of you being his. his hips snap against yours with a particularly harsh thrust and he feels his tip kissing your cervix and you sob out, “fuh-fuck!”

and at the sound of your sobs and pleads and curses, he feels as if he can’t restrain himself any longer. he sits up on his knees, hands grabbing at your waist with a vice-like grip that will likely result in splats of purple bruises the next morning. not like either of you could give a fuck. he relentlessly pounds into you, balls lewdly slapping against your sloppy cunt without a care in the world. 

your cries and his groans plus all the pornographic sounds your bodies make together fill the room, bouncing off your cutely decorated walls. he can tell you’re going to cum soon when your breathing picks up, watching the way your chest rises and falls at an alarming rate.

you suddenly remember how you felt right before he had snatched his fingers from you earlier. you can feel it creeping back up, the fiery knot in your tummy tightening. your hand finds the sensitive bud wonwoo was toying with earlier, gently rubbing circles into it. 

he notices immediately and grunts. “such a greedy girl already, aren’t you? i’ve ruined you.” ruined you for everyone else and it’s been the best thing he’s ever done, he fails to add. 

you nod, tears dripping down the sides of your face. “g-god!”

“not quite, baby.” he chuckles breathily. “gonna cum for me? hmm, baby? gonna soak my cock for the first time like the good little slut you are?” he rambles, his own orgasm– that he’s held back all this time– quickly approaching.

you mewl at the mixed praise and degradation once more, fingers working faster as your brain numbs. “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” you slur. “oh, ‘m gonna… wonwoo, ‘m gonna–!”

the words die on your tongue– the stimulation on your clit and the stimulation of his cock ramming into your sweet spot has you coming all over him. your back arches and your thighs convulse as you clamp around his cock. a squealing mantra of his name and curses flee your mouth as the tightrope in your tummy snaps.

you don’t think you’ve ever felt anything as euphoric in your life. it feels so good to let go and gush all over his cock while he fucks you through your orgasm so erratically. you can tell he’s close, too. a few more seconds and he’ll be making a mess. 

“ah, fuck– ‘m so close, baby, pretty pussy’s milking me for all i’m worth,” he moans out the warning. “love it so much.” he loves you so much.

you can barely hear a noise, let alone comprehend any of his words, so you just nod frantically as your sensitive body twitches under him sporadically. 

his thrusts go sloppy and before you know it, he pulls out, making you whine at the sudden emptiness. “fuck,” he grunts before he’s overtaken by the immense pleasure your pussy’s given him. he moans and lets out small whimpers as he pumps his cock, painting your sheen skin with his warm seed. he throws his head back as he moans out your name, “Y/N, fuck,”

he wishes so badly he could have came inside of you, but he’s going to make sure there’s another opportunity for that. he’ll be damned if he never fucks your cute pussy again. 

you whimper at the sudden warm substance on your skin. your eyes crack open to see your stomach covered in a sticky, white liquid– or maybe a mix between liquid and solid. your not sure you know how to describe it. 

you look at him as your mind comes to you. his hair disheveled, a few strays sticking to his sweaty forehead and the pace, at which, his chest rises and falls slows till it’s normal once more. 

when you come down, you suddenly remember your boyfriend. you were so sure you wanted him till wonwoo looked at you, made you feel special, took your virginity– now, you’re a mess. the mental image of your boyfriend fogs over in your head with words wonwoo whispered to you while he was fucking you. 

but you shouldn’t think about it anymore, right? everything was going to go back to normal after tonight, wouldn’t it? wonwoo will ever forgot this happened and he would bring some girl over when he thought you were gone and fuck her the same way he fucked you. you’d go back to thinking about your boyfriend trying to push the thoughts of your best friend making you cum over and over out of your head (it won’t work, but a girl can dream). all will be well. for one of you, at least.

“Y/N?” he mumbles. 

you look up at him and give him a small smile, “thanks for your help, won,” you whisper masking the sadness in your voice. “‘m gonna shower…” you don’t wait for his reply before you move off your bed. 

your legs are wobbly and your entirety feels sore. he really did a number on you. you whimper with every step you take and wonwoo quickly finds his pants and slips them on before rushing to your side.

“Y/N, c’mon, lemme take care of you.” he murmurs, his hands finding your waist to ground you and keeping your body from hobbling over. “get back on the bed, baby,” he whispers into your ear. 

you huff, physically unable to fight him on the matter and shuffling back to your bed uncomfortably. the ache between your legs and the nasty feeling of his release drying on your naked body were not a good mix. then you fucking remembered you were naked. you gasp, startling wonwoo, your arms wrapping around your body in attempts to hide yourself as if he hadn’t fucked you five minutes ago. 

“what’s wrong?” he asks, a look of confusion painting his face.

“y-you… i… i’m naked…” you tell him meekly, moving to lay on the bed again. “this… is so weird.”

he smiles softly at your sudden shyness. “back to being shy, are we?” you frown at him and he just laughs heartily, your body filling with even more dread because– god. he’s just perfect and not yours. “‘m only teasing, doll, ‘s okay.”

you don’t reply, awkwardly shifting under his gaze. the pet name sounds so natural. like he’s meant to call you pretty things. like you're meant to be his.

but he’s not yours and you’re not his.

you stutter, words fleeing you in the moment you need them most. “wonwoo… i-i…”

you look like you’re on the brink of tears, guilt wracking your body. wonwoo feels his chest tighten, breath hitching in his dry throat, “Y/N, do you regret it?” he asks, words hushed. he’s anxious. 

“no! no, no, i don’t… i don’t regret it. i trust you more than anyone, wonwoo. i promise.” you say meekly and he feels a weight lift off his shoulders. “i just… can we act like it never happened?”

the weight returns. heavier. it nearly crushes him. he couldn’t forget about this even if he’d wanted to. he’s already tattooed every second of tonight into his fuzzy brain. every reaction, every moan, every single word you gave him is all he’ll think about. 

he clears his throat, a shaky exhale slipping his lips before asking, “if you don’t regret it then why…?” he can’t even get the question out. he knows the answer. (read: the unnamed boyfriend– the one that he swears he’ll kill the second he meets him.)

you avert your eyes, looking anywhere but at him. “you know why.” 

he does. 

“and plus, we’re just friends. and roommates. it’ll just be awkward.” you cringe at your words because, unbeknownst to him, you don’t want to forget it. you know you won’t be able to forget it. not the possessive words that he spat during his sex-crazed haze, not the way his cock felt, not the way he looked at you.  

he waits for you to look at him, but you don’t. you can’t look at him right now. 

“okay.” he says coldly after sitting in deafening silence for over a minute. “consider it forgotten.”

he’ll make you his one of these days. you may not know it yet, but you belong with him. and he’d do anything for you. 

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[besuggestion]

Oh I have a suggestion! What if you are a wish granting fairy(?) But you can only do that when you're turned on. So your bf keeps you turned on all the time he needs to feel bigger tits or drink milk. Kissing, fingering, sucking boobs

[hope you don't mind if I edit the premise a bit 👀]

I have a secret. I can grant wishes.

Nobody knows besides my family, because it's a bit weird. I, um.... can only grant wishes when I'm turned on. So, as you can imagine, I never really used it much. It's not like I can get horny in school and wish for my test to have all the right answers, right? Well, maybe someone could do that, but not me. All my wishes ended up being silly things, like wishing for a better vibrator, haha. I guess that's what happens when you wish while horny.

My boyfriend proposed to me, so I figure it's about time to tell him.

___

"Hey babe," I begin, "I can grant wishes."

He looks at me like I grew another head.

"No, really." I try to explain. "I can grant wishes when I'm turned on."

At that, his eyes light up. Maybe he thinks this is just some weird foreplay from me, and he is a super horndog.

Immediately, he moves over and grabs my tits. I'm always a bit embarrassed when he does that, especially because I don't have much to grab.

"I'm not joking," I try to say, but I am getting a little turned on.

"Of course not," he murmurs, before leaning in to kiss my neck.

I shiver. I don't need to convince him--I can just show him.

He keeps kissing, and I let out a moan.

"Turned on enough, yet? Can I make my wish?" He teases, his kisses getting harder, leaving little bites.

I gasp. "Y--yes, what is it?"

He grins. "One million dollars."

I want to laugh, but instead I let out another moan as his hands touch me all over.

Then, I feel it. The wish. It builds, first a heat in my chest, then spreading, and finally landing between my legs, as my crotch twitches and grows sensitive.

"Ch--check and see." I manage to get out, and he reluctantly pulls out his phone to check his bank account.

He drops his phone.

"Holy shit." he says, wide eyes staring at me, a pure surprised expression that slowly melts into a smirk.

He grabs me, pulling me close and immediately pulling down my pants.

"How many wishes can I make?" he mutters as he grabs my crotch. I instantly moan, my knees buckling for a moment.

"God, you're wet." he teases, before slipping a finger inside. "Let's see... I wish your tits were three sizes bigger."

"Wai--!" I begin to protest, but the wish was already coming true. My chest trembles, then starts growing. It ached, the feeling of them stretching, growing bigger, as my nipples grew in size... My head was starting to ache too, as the hot feeling spread, everything fading into the background as the feeling takes over, as the only thing that matter was my throbbing pussy...

"Holy shit," my boyfriend whispers, before grabbing my tits with his free hand.

"Haaah!" I moan, squirming.

My boyfriend grins, his smile clearly sinister. "I wish your ass was two sizes bigger."

"You--you can't just--" I begin, before letting out another moan. I feel my thighs getting bigger, my ass growing while my asshole tingled...

He was just changing my body as he pleased, the greedy pig... but I was starting to not care.

No. I was starting to enjoy it. I wanted to change however he wanted, as long as it felt this good...

He pulls off the rest of my clothes, taking a look at my changed body before pushing me against the wall.

"You know what? It's not enough. I wish your tits were two sizes bigger." he murmurs, before pressing his cock against my crotch.

I don't have a choice. I whimper, over and over as my chest gets even bigger, to a heaving, unreasonable size, until he finally slides his cock inside me.

"Haah!" I moan again.

Oh, god.

Nothing matters. I need more.

He keeps wishing. I don't hear them. My body feels more and more sensitive, like I'm made for nothing but fucking. He thrusts in and out, my mind fuzzy and empty except for the pleasure. He keeps changing me, like I'm his sex doll.

Oh, god. Maybe I am.

That's fine. It feels too good. My body isn't mine anymore, but his, as long as he keeps using me, over and over,,,

[sehodreams]

okie :3 i’m just about to go to bed but i thought i’d see what i can think of in the meantime because sungchan has been filling my brain with nasty, impure thoughts lately (have u listened to ‘honestly’ yet? i’m literally. gone.)

so idk, i just feel like he would be so cute with a chubby!gf, he’d buy you cute clothes, and makeup, and plushies, and food, whatever you wanted, anytime you wanted it, but.. because i’m sick, and i love toxic! headcanons i also like imagining sungchan as being the type of bf to like.. idk, he’s the type to buy you a gym membership and be like we’ll go together <33 or buy dresses that are a size too small for you just to see your tits bursting out the top and the material squeeze ur curves, you’d be uncomfortable in the clothing but it’d turn him on so bad to see you squeezed into whatever dress or skirt he bought you and to have you tugging on the hem all night while you’re out at a party or the club, i feel like toxic!sungchan would treat you like a princess in private but when ur out together, he’d always be trying to embarrass you, idk, like poking and pinching at you, tugging on your clothes to make them ride up and making you feel “big” … i could see him like ordering you vodka sodas or just straight shots cuz they’re less calories<33 but ur such a lightweight ur drunk after one or two :((( and making comments about other girls, saying things to you like if you tried harder you could easily look more like them :(((((( he says it all in such a way that it seems like he’s looking out for you, and you really can’t question it when your back is against the wall or the mattress and he’s eating you out like he’s starved, like your pussy is his last meal and the way he brushes your bangs out of your face is so tender despite the way he’s forcing your leg to the side so he can thrust deeper inside of you, ugh, he’d be so rough with you and you’d love it, but he’d still be sweet, kissing you all over your body, sucking on your tits, he’d make sure you come more than once, usually more than twice until you’re begging for mercy and he tells you he loves you because he does, he’s just worried someone else will think you’re as lovely and beautiful as he does, and then what will he do? sungchan is very insecure, and knows he could never be enough for you :((( so he has to make sure you feel like you’ll never be enough for him💔💔

so. whoa i wrote way more than i intended, but yeah, i guess that’s all i wanted to say for now.

You know what? This Sungchan sounds PERFECT as the bully!Sungchan that (somehow) is now your boyfriend.

To be honest the Sungchan I saw as your toxic!boyfriend is a bit different since he wasn't bully!Sungchan, but I can see how you got all these ideas (especially the scene in which he's tugging your dress up, god, that's so him).

I love that you've thought this much about how they would be together. Everything you said is Pinching Sungchan, and the vodka scene, HOW DID YOU COME UP WITH THAT? I LOVE IT 🩷

The Sungchan I thought about wasn't exactly trying to change you, he did hurt you in different ways to make you stay with him, but I don't think he ever wanted to actually change your body, meanwhile the Sungchan you described has eagerly showed that he wants you to lose weight (the gym membership, saying that you'd look like other pretty girls if you lost weight), but I like that even while trying to change you he feels so turned on with your body, and that he's trying to make you more insecure than him for you to not run away 😭.

[antoncore]

Hm.. perhaps feeling kinda gym dude... Buff yk intimidating on the outside but softie on the inside sungchan w a petite short gf 🥴🥴🥴

Him picking her up w just one arm... (I saw a man do this to his gf on tiktok recently and OMFGG??!?!)

Like yea as intimidating as he would to look to others on the outside... He'd just be so down bad for u tbh.. always coming out to go shopping with you, complimenting your cute outfits, planning date nights etc!

Sungchan bringing you to the gym, saying he just has to work on arms for just 20 mins, where u are NOT dressed in gym attire, (lol can we please imagine him being rich and he has his own home gym 😭💀), and LORD U CANNOT HANDLE THIS MAN.... hes panting and sweating, doing bicep curls... UGHHHH IDK MY GYM TERMINOLOGY AT ALL, but you get the point 🤩

Also omg doing that trend where he curls you, lifts u up, like all the gym typa things but w ur gf instead of proper weights, and that's when his size kink starts daunting him 🤭🤭🤭 he starts noticing EVERYTHING... How ur always holding two of his fingers with ur hands while he's pounding into you.... How you can barely wrap ur hand around his cock... Lord i am going crazy rn 🥴

How u always have to go on ur tippy toes and a lil jump to kiss him, how his hands just perfectly sit on ur ass when u guys are hugging.. like OMGMGMGMGMG 🤭🤭🤭

And then even better if he KNOWS that gis friends are oggling you... Making sure to hug you super tight, while looking into their eyes, knowing they can't have you... Love me a petty bf 🤩

Also im so sorry for making this so long, but last thought 🥴 why can i see sungchan just tryna like tease u in public, like bcoz hes so much taller than you, it just looks like any bf having his hands around his gfs chest /neck, but you don't know the way he's pressed up against you... Tryna touch ur tits, knowing it gets you so worked up 🥴🥴🥴🥴 (the fact that he thinks his friends who are so into u don't notice, but oh man they do, and jt just adds to the first that they can't do anything abt it). Also kinda to add to this... Him punishing u for srsly not noticing the way that his friends are looking at u, and u really dont, so he alwyas has to ask u in a harsh tone :( but knowing his little gf, he knows u probably enjoy it 🫢🤫

- 🍫

i probably won’t have much to say bc AAAAA everything you said is so😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 i’m gonna expand a little on possessive bf sungchan bc it’s just *chef’s kiss* like… maybe this is a little humiliating but him making you keep your head up and maintain conversation with the rest of the group while he teases you. if you didn’t, he’d make sure to hold your jaw to make you JNSBSNS i’m making myself feral atp… possessive bf sungchan be real pls

[cyberaxolotl]

this one goes out to all the little gay people in my phone

Wigglefunny Cuddlepost

there’s about to be so much size difference dynamic sorry

Yes Wiggle wraps around him like you wrap seaweed around a rice ball. She is fluffy and bushy (ferret moment) and Gramble is not as much (mouse moment) so they. uhhhhhhhhhh

Tail thing um. Gramble’s tail is in no way prehensile but it is those long stringy mouse tail and im about to SLAP YOU with clingy Gramble. That tail? that little thin but long tail? He will wrap it around her thigh when they’re spooning. She cannot leave, he wants her there, she will stay. You will snuggle your small man.

As for Wiggle’s tail it’s just long ferret boof i don’t. yeah she doesn’t do much with it

Imagine Wiggle in a onesie with like. Wing things. Those flappy wing things that are attached to the thigh. LITERALLY swaddle him. LITERALLY. SWADDLE SMALL MAN.

if they ➡️⬅️ cuddle there is face in tits sorry sorry sorry sorry sor neither of them have collar fluff like eggabell or beffica do which means wiggle’s tits ar erne closest we have

⬅️⬅️ wiggle behind gramble. she’s big, she wraps around him. he can tuck his knees to his chest and her knees can go under his, they curl up, lovely. ➡️➡️ gramble behind wiggle. so fuckijg funny because he’ll try to do the curl up but he fails. he can fit his arms around her waist though he has long fucking arms and also SHE LOVES IT. WIGGLE LOVES BEING SPOONED BY HER SMALL PATHETIC BF WHOS TOO SMALL FOR HER

whiskers are very sensitive last i checked but ummm. brush your whiskers together! face nuzzles. static electricity

Now onto the part where i call Gramble fat

..he’s fat lol

do you believe in. love handles. because i do! Gramble has those fat pouches on his hips and literally just grab them. grab them grab them grab the

ik some people find belly rubs weird so if you don’t like em don’t read this but. his belly fat is that pouchy, flab type, and since wiggle is constantly the big spoon. grab the bottom of the pouch. squeeze.

also gramble . moobs chest fat blah blah blah grab your BOYFRIENDS TITTIES. DONT COMFORM TO SOCIETY. BOY BREASTS.

wiggle can totally scoop him up and carry him and walk across the beach singing to him. that wasn’t a cuddle headcanon that was just cute

you know how gramble sleepwalks i should probably acknowledge that um. their spooning is basically a safety position to make sure he doesn’t sleepwalk away and get lost. she’ll also hum and sing to him as he falls asleep, makes him less anxious.

their cuddles are such an anxiety relief for both of them. wiggle needs a chance to feel like she doesn’t have huge standards set for herself and gramble literally just needs a fucking hug

the end

[utahimeow]

why does no one ever talk abt sugawara he’s the most bf coded character of all time and he fucks!

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

the moms of the kids he teaches don’t bother to hide how they fawn over him. not that you can blame them—suga’s the definition of pretty boy with his twinkly eyes and his wide, angelic smile and his pressed shirts with the sleeves rolled up and his saccharine laugh and not to mention he’s a natural with kids (obviously) and he’s every mother’s dream for her daughter really

him being a natural with kids inevitably comes with a side of intense baby fever…constantly. you’re both twenty years old and you’re so ready to start a family with him because you think he was born to be a father

one of those bfs who worships you i think. his love language would be words of affection, meaning he’s the type who’s constantly reminding you you’re loved by him. suga in general showers you with every type of affection, words and physical. he can be clingy for sure. he’s a sucker for being babied, curling up with his head in your chest or in your lap so you can play with his hair until he falls asleep because his job gets pretty exhausting sometimes

husband material from the moment you start dating. just seems like he would be the most thoughtful, selfless, caring, patient bf in the world. he’s so polite but also has this chaotic sense of humour and he always knows exactly the right thing to say whether it’s to cheer you up or motivate you or when you’re having an argument (though those are rare since he’s so good at communicating). being in a relationship with him is super serious but at the same time he’s literally your Best Friend Forever so it never really feels serious

in bed i don’t think he’d be into any extreme dynamics or hardcore kinks or anything, he’s more of a gentle lover in my eyes and doesn’t rely too much on power and force (he tears up when u ask him to spank u)

he is a hugeee switch however. he doesn’t care who’s in charge as long as you’re feeling good. with suga it’s everyone else before himself, so when he fucks u it’s all about you you you whatever position you want whatever pace you want

king of foreplay! eats you out as a hobby, really. also he’s so ridiculously good with his fingers that you almost prefer them to his cock—not because he can’t fuck, but his finger + mouth combo is insane. he’ll kiss every inch of your body (and leave marks only with your permission), massage your tits so well your eyes roll back, ghost his fingers over your skin until there are goosebumps rolling over it and you’re whining from how sensitive and desperate you are, begging him to make you cum in any way he can

again doesn’t really use power or force when he fucks you but he makes it up by fucking you deep. he’s pretty decent in size, six and a half inches or so, and he has the perfect amount of girth that lets him reach your sweet spot easily when he grinds his hips against you, burying himself all the way until you practically feel him in your womb

i can’t imagine he’d wanna cum anywhere else except inside you—he probably thinks it’s super romantic and intimate, ducking his head to rest against your forehead when he’s on top of you or pressing his lips to yours in a messy, sloppy, saliva-filled kiss as he fills you up with his warm load and whispers little “i love you”s to your lips or your neck or your shoulder

king of aftercare too. you’re the one who comes first after all (in two ways lol). it means that he springs up as soon as he’s finished and you literally have to pull him back down so you can both chill out a little before he cleans you up. he’s always ready with just whatever you ask for—aspirin, water, a snack, a towel (that goes without saying) and he’ll run you a bath and help you change despite how much you insist that you feel perfectly fine

12/10 bf. marries you in a heartbeat

[ickymichi]

RANDOM BF EREN JEAGER HCS!!

warnings: alcohol, just eren being soft <//33, modern

note: redid these cause they’re cringe. but yeah lol reblogs are greatly appreciated <3

©hotboyissei 2020

• he lets you play with his hair obviously!! anything you want to do, he’ll let you! braid it, buns, pigtails, anything! he finds it so relaxing and loves how concentrated you look when doing it.

•when your sad, if you don’t straight out tell him, he won’t notice at first but he doesn’t mean it! but he will eventually. he’ll try to get you to talk about it cause he thinks talking about it makes it better, then he’ll cuddle up to you for as long as he can. you want to go to sleep? that’s fine he’s the perfect pillow, you want to watch funny videos or your favourite show? he’s already getting the laptop!, you want to just sit in silence? he’s not the best but he’ll do it for you.

(a lickle nsfw not really but hey)

• this man is an ass, and tit man!! he doesn’t care if your thick with two c’s, got a little bun back there, if you have absolute bazongas or if you got nothing at all or in between! he loves you for you and your personality.<3

•i may be wrong but to me eren looks like the kind of guy that listens to many different types of music genres. like his playlist is so random, you got some artic monkeys, oasis, j. cole, eminem, megan thee stallion. literally he’ll listen to anything that makes him feel good! but he isn’t a fan of too much upbeat and fast ravey type music.

• this man will compare hand sizes constantly!! i can only imagine how pretty his hands are djsbdjdnnd.

• he literally has such a good fashion sense try prove me wrong.

• if you want to do a tiktok with him you’ll literally have to explain 12 times over and do 16 takes cause he has no idea what’s going on. his tiktok is kind of random but theres videos on there will have him running laps wheezing with tears rolling down his face💀.

• he will show you off on social media!!! not over the top, but he has a few posts of just you, some cute one of you and him and he has a whole highlights story dedicated to you named ‘(y/n) <3’.

• if you guys want a pet together he’d want a big dog like a german shepherd just cause he doesn’t want jean and connie slandering him for bringing a yorkshire terrier on a walk with it’s sparkling pink lead.

• speaking of jean and connie and the rest of the guys. i see them having a ‘boys night’ every friday or saturday. if you stay home when they’re there, the others will tell you join them but get interrupted by eren yelling no, he thinks they’d just ‘steal you from him’ or try chat you up.

• he’s either such a heavyweight or a complete lightweight when it comes to drinking. like you could be out on the weekend and your only out for and hour and a half and he’s already slurring his words and stumbling.

•imagine taking care of drunk eren. andjsbdjsbsnsnndnw of would be the cutest thing everrrr. trying to strip him of his clothes. so he can finally get into bed but he grabs your wrist before you can finish unbuttoning his shirt. “woah! hey hey stop right there! i’ll let you know ive a got myself a girlfriend so hands off missy” you look at him dumbfounded and try to convince it’s you, your his girlfriend, but he keeps huffing and falls into the mattress. you try to pull him up only to hear loud snors already falling from his open mouth.

•yes this man snores. and your convinced he sleeps right next to your ear just to annoy you.

• he also is sooo bad at waking up in the morning like a tornado could be outside and he’ll ask for 5 more minutes.

• he surprisingly likes cleaning and is really good at it. like every sunday you both deep clean your house and sing along to the music

• definitely doesn’t like going out EVERY weekend but likes going at least 3-4 times a month. so every saturday you don’t go out, you both order food in and after you have a few drinks( only if u drink obvs) and just cuddle on the couch together and watch either your favourite show or a movie that’s on.

• he likes to be the big spoon cause, i mean it’s eren cmon. he just likes holding you and keeping you safe and warm in his arms.

•omggg holidays to a hot contry. sidnjend imagine going during the summer and just chilling for a week with him by the pool or the beach, exploring during the day then seeing the nightlife later.

•overall this man adores you and everything you do. 100000/10 boyfie and husband material.

[jenmyeons]

Favorite Fics 2019

hi hello it’s me your local mess. ok so this hit me on my way to work the other day and since it’s friday i feel like today is a good day to hopefully make someone’s day/night/weekend a little brighter? 

i love reading fanfics. periodt. there are lots of incredible writers out there on this site and other platforms who take time to write beautiful fics about the real people and characters and their emotional support kpop ladies and gentlemen to show their love and appreciation so i want to dedicate this to my favorite fics of this year. these fanfics are of varying lengths and genres but they all have two things in common 1) they were posted this year 2) i love them.

(most of these are exo but i have some other groups sprinkled in there too)

other favorite fics of mine can be found under my fic recs tag!

A Decade of Midnights by @chogi-wae 

queen of noir! grumpy chenneth! sexy detectives! murder mystery! do i even have to say anything else? oh yes! we also get coroner!baekhyun 

ps: jae has a sequel started for this with two parts already having me at the edge of my seat. i love all of jae’s writing but this one takes the cake

Enough by @yeoldontknow

anything kat touches turns golden and holy mother of everything that is self-love and reflection. this is a fic for all us sexy ladies with a body that doesn’t conform to what society has decided is “beautiful”. i can’t call myself plus size in any way but i do not have a flat tummy or legs for days or perky titties. quite the opposite; i’m a short lady with love handles, saggy tits and stomach rolls (yes we’re going tmi here but it’s important ok). park chanyeol is the opposite of that and he’s the best fucking man ever in this fic. he’s a muscle man but he’s a man with the biggest heart and he says “you have a cute butt” which is enough reason for you to read this. when i feel bad about myself, i think about enough and i become a little happier

Empty Vessels 

another yeoldontknow masterpiece! i stand by the statement that this is the best fic i have ever read. probably read this five times already and i think about it almost daily. junmyeon is a witch from salem and that’s only one of the many reasons for you to check this out and hopefully fall in love with it as much as i have. it’ll rip your heart out and stomp on it. dub me professional empty vessels promoter already kat!! 

Dichotomy by @kyungseokie

dia hurts you in the best possible way with this fic. bawl my eyes out every damn time i read this because fucking hell this is emotional investment and hearts broken and everything hurts and this is not your average love triangle where one guy is obviously worse than the other. NO! this can go either way and you just want everyone to be happy and baekhyun needs a hug!

Teacher’s Pet by @suhoerections

teacher junmyeon getting called daddy “threatening” to bend you over his desk and fuck you hard is a lot for a suhoe stan such as myself to think about but i’m not mad, just jorny.

Clouded by @mayrubyy

uhm yes do you want to cry some more? this is an emotional rollercoaster, you have been warned! this fic has great potential and it’s maya’s child and when the next part is posted you know shit will go down and ashjgff i have no words only love for both the author aka my baby and the fic itself🥺💖

Familiar Stranger by @myforeverforlife

love love love love LOVE familiar stranger! a beautiful story about reader losing all memories of the last five years due to an accident which includes her entire life with fiancé kim jongdae. dae is an angel, we all know that, but he’s somehow even more angelic as the most patient person ever in familiar stranger. this hits right in the feels (can you tell i love to read angst ahjdsf) and it’s not your usual wham bam thank you ma’am all-memories-recovered-in-five-seconds kind of situation either and i’m praying for another update of this because this is not just one of the best fics of this year but one of my favorites period.

Sunny Side Up by @dreaminghaos

i love everything fee writes with a burning passion y’all

this fic is everything everything everything!!! i can’t get enough of this fic and i probably never will get enough of it either because i love this pairing and i’m in love with struggling writer!jeonghan 

Magnetic by @softyexo 

did anyone say ceo!myeon? this is a recent love of mine. i read it just the other day and have been thinking about it non-stop since. absolutely in love with oc’s and junmyeon’s dynamic in this one and it feeds all my lovesickness for this man made of pure husband material. thanks for coming to this ted talk.

Hold on to silence by @dropsofletters

amazing! show stopping! incredibly unique! absolutely astonishing! idiots in love! omg i LOVE this one! yixing as chanhun’s manager is everything i didn’t know i needed and holy crap this is such a lovely story please read it and experience the feels™

Neon Moon by @kyungseokie

they were roleplaying! ROLEPLAYING!

Trauma by @baekwell--tart

dad and secret mafia man!byun falls in love with his babysitter after being an absolute asshole to her and oh my god i am so invested in this masterpiece. whenever bella updates trauma i yell. i’ve re-read this many times already and i continue to find new reasons why i love this story with my whole entire being

Mr. Byun

bella once again proving that she writes the most amazing bbh fics. angst and smut combined i swear i was a whole lot worked up with all the spice in this one and then i cried like a baby when it ended. have i told you that i’m a very emotionally stable person?🤡

Bedazzling Heart of Gold by @baekonsforbreakfast

i love this song! baekhyun gets dumped and falls in love with oc who runs one of the biggest hostess bars in all of sk and holy crap you just love everyone in this fic. even that one character who you feel like you should hate but kind of still empathize with on a deeply emotional level. no? just me? ok then. i love you belle and i hope you know how much i enjoy your writing💗

Mr. Muscles by @chogi-wae

short and sweet drabble about oc biting jun’s bicep. no but for real i’ve read this one countless times and i just love a domestic jun so go ahead and read duality and dyson as well because nobody writes cute domestic fluff like jae ilysm

Money Makes Her Smile by @ninibears-erigom

mrs gom has written one of the dirtiest but also loveliest smut series of 2019. jongdae’s part was posted yesterday and holy fuck i have never read better jongdae smut ever i think

Business Before Pleasure by @pcychedelic

actor minseok! i repeat: actor minseok!

they get down and dirty in like the second chapter and i’m in love. not because of the obvious spiciness but because the amazing portrayal of minseok in this fic. love a strong female character? then you will love oc too!

High Voltage by @skyesins

SIN! THIS IS SIN! I LOVED EVERY SINGLE PART OF THIS FIC AND PART TWO IS EVEN BETTER!

there’s also the original ofc version on asian fanfics for those who aren’t into reader inserts and it’s just as good! 

Literally every single aesthetic that @kpop-daze has written but some favorites include exo as broken love / exo as ephemeral tenderness /  exo as fleeting heartbreak 

Unfitting by @heechulhamster

SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK SOLDIER MINSEOK that is all

no wait... this has real descendants of the sun vibes and i love it so much can i have a soldier!xiu por favor

Fire and Frost by @writing-exo-things

queen of drabbles! i love every single one of them but this one is next level™ i cried like a baby this is truly amazing!!!

Take Care by @omyeol 

 g o d i felt this fic on a deeply spiritual and emotional level 

False Hope by @pastel-kpop

i hate you and i love you for writing this it still hurts reading this like YES MAKE ME HURT AYESHA THEY ARE IDIOTS 

Mocha by @stainandscribble  

the whole café series is lovely but mocha and espresso really stuck out to me i’m so soft for the whole aesthetic of these! 

ever imagined that jackson wang is your date to your brother’s wedding? well @softseunies did and it turned out fucking amazing! what i love the most is that it’s very open for interpretation and of course jackson is always a mood when will he be my date and mayhaps potential bf at the wedding of the brother i don’t have?

little forest by @myforeverforlife

I LOVE THIS! DO YOU HEAR ME?! L O V E THIS!

not his to love by @boogerines

can you hear me sobbing? this hurts so much let me go back to crying over this again after i re-read this for the nth time

this blurb right here is adorable @sprinklesofktrash did that!

wild valley by @fairyyeols

wild valley is that bitch™ and that’s all i have to say i live and breathe for this installation of exo customs my favorite, in fact

blossoms in the wind by @marshmallow-phd

don’t @ me but this goblin!au with junmyeon as the goblin and baekhyun as the grim reaper is more intriguing than the drama and that’s saying a lot but i cry with every new chapter ohmygoddddd

wrong number by @yeoldotcom

i’m a hoe for fake texts and zee makes the best ones🥺🥺🥺🥺

also love love love bf!jun in food buddies

break up with me by @exoangst

don’t mind me i’m just crying in a corner as i read this for the millionth time and cry over how well written oc is and how fucking amazing that breakup scene is like has anyone done it like that before? maybe, idk but this is the only one that counts 

[singaporeluststoriescollection]

How I managed to bang my GF's family and friends (Part 1)

Hi bros, I have been a silent reader for months and now I would like to share my own experience about how I managed to get lucky with my GF’s family and some of her friends.

  Before I begin, I believe some of you will be wondering “Waa, you sure or not?”

  If I were to be honest, all I can say is that I’m not bad looking and I keep myself lean and fit. Most importantly, I am pretty confident and a little cocky at times. I guess some girls dig my style.

  Anyway, I thought it would be interesting for me to share my life story here, so here I go:

  I was 27 when my GF brought me to meet her family. Things were getting serious between us, and we were considering marriage. It was a big step ahead for me, as I never thought I would see myself getting married.

  My girlfriend (Evelynn) is the same age as me, a petite 27-year-old lady standing at around 155cm. I met her at work and she’s a demure and sweet lady, partially the reason why I fell in love with her. Naturally, I was expecting her family to be a traditional and conservative Chinese family.

  From what I understood, she has an elder sister and an elder brother, with her being the youngest sibling. She told me that her sister is a HR personnel working in an MNC, so I was expecting a dull, boring lady.

  So, you could imagine the shock I got when she opened the door to her house and what greeted me was a sweet pair of tits.

  It was 8pm or so on a Friday night and her sister (Eyvon), had just gotten home from work and had taken a bath. She later told us that she had totally forgotten that Evelynn is bringing me over for dinner.

  Eyvon was playing with her phone on the Sofa when we entered the house. The first thing I saw was her perky nipples underneath a thin, worn-out T-shirt. The outline of her nice C-cup boobs almost bursting out of the tight-fitting t-shirt. Best part of it all was that she’s completely unashamed that I’m there talking to her while her tits are almost visible.

  Evelynn brought me to her room later and Eyvon joked around a little before that, saying “Mom and Dad will be home soon, so don’t try anything funny in the room!”

  Now my head is filled with images of her firm and round boobs and I have a hard time keeping my boner down…

  My GF’s mom and dad came home within half an hour or so, and I went out to greet them. Not knowing what to expect, I was pretty darn nervous. What if her parents don’t like me? What if I smell weird? It’s the first time I’m meeting them after all.

  I came out just in time to see her parents placing a box of cake on the table. I’ve seen her parents from her photos before, and they look pretty friendly. True enough, her parents were all smiles when they saw me. Her dad came over and shook my hand- firm and strong. He seems like a chubby man in the photos but I’m pretty damn sure those were all muscles below his fats.

  Her mom came over and gave me a hug. The moment her arms wrapped around my back, the first thing I felt were her plump breasts. And holy shit were they impressive. Looks like Eyvon got a good portion of her mom’s good genes. My GF Evelynn on the other hand, is a modest A cup. However, I must say that my GF’s face is the prettiest among them all.

  I savoured the short couple of seconds her breasts were pressed against me, and proceed to make small talk with the dad while mom went to the kitchen to heat up the food for dinner.

  My GF grew up in an English-speaking household, so conversing with a middle-aged man in English made me felt as if I’m speaking with my boss at work.

  Not really a nice feeling, to be honest.

  After a short chat with her dad, dinner was ready and we dig in to the food. Eyvon wore a bra during dinner, perhaps due to her mom nagging her. It was a real pity, since I would like to see more of her breasts. My GF’s mom kept shoving food onto my plate, telling me to eat more. Every time she bends forward to pick up a dish, I could see her breasts press against the dining table. Thank god for the table blocking their view. By then my cock is almost at its limit.

  And it was on that day that I started to have weird thoughts about my GF’s family…

  It has been a week or so since the dinner, and I still can’t get the image of my GF’s sister and mother out of my mind. I’ve been having sex and fapping more frequently, to such a point where my GF started telling me that her private area is sore from all the sex. I have no choice but to visit ML for a quick release every now and then.

  Then the weekend came, and I was left with nothing to do in my house as my GF went to hang out with her female friends. My brother came and bug me to go to the gym with him as he needs a spotter, but I gave an excuse just so I could stay at home and fap. By then, I’ve almost used up all the fap-worthy photos available on Eyvon’s Facebook profile.

  I had to resort to my imagination.

  I could vividly see Eyvon standing in front of me, wearing nothing but the worn-out t-shirt from that day, signalling me to go over and do her on the sofa. I took off my pants immediately and plunge my cock deep inside her, imagining how she would moan. I ejaculated within minutes.

  At this point, I knew I had to get help, or at least speak to someone who can help me. It has to be someone I can trust…

  So, there I was, having frog porridge in area G with a good buddy of mine. Let’s just call him Jeremy. Back in NS, he was the one who taught me how to chiong, and we’ve been best buddies ever since. He may appear frivolous and act like a dick at times, but he is a good man who will never leave a bro in the lurch.

  Over the porridge and Gong Bao frog, I shared my issue with him.

  “Wah bro, your GF sister sound like she asking for it you know?” Jeremy half-jokingly teased.

  “I mean, come on lah” he added “Why else will she show off her body like that in front of others?”

  I then told him about how they’re English educated and might be more ‘open’ about such things, but Jeremy dismissed my claim.

  “No way lah” he continued “bro I know her type, she must be desperate for attention! You say she’s close to 30 and still single right?”

  And Jeremy was right. According to Evelynn, Eyvon broke up with her BF a couple of years back and hasn’t been in any relationships since.

  …I wonder why? It’s not like she’s hideous or anything.

  Jeremy brought me back to reality, and gave me a piece of his mind.

  “Bro, just try your luck and drop some hints lah, maybe you will get something out of it…”

  So, for the next couple of weeks, I tried my best to get closer to Eyvon. Evelynn was happy about the effort I was putting in, thinking I’m trying to gain the favour of her family. Truth be told, I was really trying to do that. Buying desserts and gifts for Evelynn’s family constantly certainly ain’t cheap, but I could tell that they are starting to open up to me more as the days went by.

  As for Eyvon, she started wearing skimpier clothing as the days went by. It’s as if she considers me a member of the family by now. She used to wear T-shirts and shorts around the house all the time, and I enjoyed stealing glances her.

  However, I was greeted by a pleasant surprise when I went over to their house during one of the weekends.

  As usual, I made my trip to Evelynn’s house in the afternoon, expecting her to open the door for me. But little did I know that she’s taking a bath. Eyvon came to the door instead, and I was not prepared for what I was about to see.

  As if a grand reveal done by a magician, the wooden door opened up to reveal Eyvon wearing a grey spaghetti strap tank top! The tank top was probably one size too small, as it was a ridiculously tight fit even for a lean girl like Eyvon. The tank top accentuated her figure, and you could see all the curves at the right places.

  Most importantly, I can see the outline of her nipples beneath the tank top. If the tank top was white in colour, I’m willing to bet that we’ll get to get a good glimpse of the colour of her nipples.

  At that moment, I realized I was staring. And my brain, still recovering from shock, somehow made me said the darnest thing ever. (I probably sounded like someone recovering from head trauma)

  “Hi, hey, ah… Eyvon! Uh, looking good!”

  Eyvon raised her eyebrows, fairly surprised by my reaction. However, her surprise soon turned into a chuckle, and she moved aside to let me into the house.

  “You’re looking pretty good yourself!” she winks comically, and gave my butt a slap as I entered the house.

  …that was unexpected and… oddly arousing.

  Perhaps Eyvon realized that I had a thing for her due to this incident, as something interesting was about to happen soon…

  That very night, I stayed over at my GF’s place. Her parents are ok with me staying over and I don’t like to go home on weekends because of certain reasons (maybe I’ll elaborate on this in the future, it’s complicated)

  I tend to stay up late, due to my gaming habits. It’s 2am or so and I left Evelynn’s room for a drink.

  After pouring myself a cup of coke, I sat on the sofa, replying to my friends’ messages. One of my friends got into a bike accident a couple of weeks and somehow managed to injure his testicles.

  So, there I was, giggling like an idiot on a sofa while replying to the messages in the group chat, making fun of my friend.

  About 20 mins or so later, I heard a door swing open.

  Twisting my neck to one side, I saw Eyvon coming out from her room.

  “Hey, still not asleep ah?” She asked in a really sleepy voice.

  Thinking that my incessant laughing might have disturbed her sleep, I apologised to her.

  “Sorry ah, I was laughing too loudly”

  Eyvon opened the fridge, getting herself some orange juice.

  “Oh no no, that’s not what I mean! Not your fault I’m awake!” She replied.

  From the corner of my eyes, I saw the lights from the fridge illuminate her face. Despite having no make-up on and a head of messy hair, she still looked sexy as hell.

  Eyvon gulped the juice down and gave her arms a good stretch while yawning. Her chest raised before my eyes, stretching out the old t-shirt she’s wearing as pyjamas.

  At this rate, her T-shirt will rip one day.

  What kind of dumb ass would dump a gem like her? Wondering that, I turned my eyes back to my screen. Expecting her to return to her room after this, I went back to the group chat.

(Original thread: http://tiny.cc/td3x6y) (To be continued…)