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prove it to me ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: "I'm not your baby Jungkook. Remember that." Those are the words you say right before jumping into a one night stand with Jeon Jungkook, the man who's constantly annoying you with his college fling stories. You decide maybe just this once you'll play into his game and prove that he's no more average than the rest.

Pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x fem!reader

AU/genre: PWP, smut, humor, fluff, one-sided e2l, friend of friends, oneshot (for now?)

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 5.3k+

Warnings: arguing, swearing, sexual tension, denial of feelin’s, kook’s kind of an @$$ but he got some truth to him, oc's jaded & not buying into kook's bs, myg being a good friend then ditching lmao, kook likes calling oc petnames, kook is bunny boy

sexually explicit content: dom!jk, switch sub!reader, semi-awkward first kiss, unprotected s*x (pls stay safe everyone!!), teasing, foreplay, dirty talk, some manhandling, rough sex, t*itty suck, f*ngering, penetration, cunnilingus, doggy, multiple orgasms (f. receiving), kooks calls her pretty girl, some degradation/dumbification (sl*t calling) & oc has bit of an actual dumby moment but she's still fairly rigid, but not a full brat? Lmao idk

Now playing: Monster in me, Breakfast, LOUD

A/N: ahdjsj?c it's here! 👉👈 a thousand apologies that this is out way later than planned! Uni getting most of my time 😟 But its here and I'm so pumped to share it with you guys!! Hope you enjoy 😗💕

Taglist:

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Jung freaking kook. Just look at him sitting over there, half-naked and wet. Sure, he’s got a towel thrown over a shoulder but it’s so small it’s doing fuck all to dry him off. Obviously he chose it on purpose. He thinks he’s such hot shit but you think he looks like a drowned rat.

And look! He’s got Namjoon’s apartment floor drenched with the pool water he tracked in! Man, if this was your place you’d be handing him a nice mop and bucket right about now.

"They were begging me to go a fourth round, but I was winding down, y'know?" Jungkook's voice echos obnoxiously off the walls. You mentally roll your eyes. He’s got a big mouth too. This must be your twentieth time hearing the same spiel about his little rendezvous with two chicks during undergrad. News flash Jungkook, you're not a god!

The guys are into it, though. You scan the room. Hoseok's on the verge of drooling, and Jimin can't stop grinning. Namjoon and Seokjin are leaning back in their seats, slight smirks pulling at the corners of their mouths. And Taehyung? Don't even get started on him. The man excused himself for the bathroom about ten minutes ago and is still yet to return.

Men. You decided to spend your one free Saturday with men.

You should have accepted Soyeon's offer to go drinking instead. This was the downside of being one of the only females in this so-called "friend group". None of your girlfriends were here! Sure, other women were around, but they were far too busy slinging themselves all over that perfectly chiseled bod–no.

Don't finish that thought.

Lots of guys go to the gym, __. Jungkook is nothing special. These women are obviously brainwashed; unlike them, you don't have time for his little boy games. It's time to get out of here.

"Okay, well, I'm heading out. Nice seeing everyone," you say, rising from your seat.

Jimin whips his head around. "What, already? We haven't gotten to the good part yet."

“There’s a good part?" You scoff. “Or, you mean Jungkook making girl number two squirt all over the bed? Heard it before, don't need to hear it again."

"It was girl number one," Jungkook butts in, eager to correct.

Whatever. You swing the apartment door open, phone and keys in hand. "See most of you on work Monday." You allow the door to slam behind you.

"She okay?" Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, wheels turn in his head.

"Don't worry about her. Work's probably got her beat." Namjoon cracks open a can of beer unfazed.

Jungkook nods, chewing on the bottom of his lip. "Does she–"

"The answer's no. __ doesn't need a good fuck, so put those thoughts away."

Shit, Jungkook swears internally.

Monday morning comes like hell on your doorstep. You're groggy when you wake up, barely getting to the shower. You considered skipping the ritual entirely but couldn't, not with how gross you felt. Project deadlines were right on your tail too, so you needed to either slap yourself awake or kiss your precious job promotion goodbye. You choose the later.

"Hey Minji, how are those files coming along?" You round the corner of the small office. It's 10 o'clock now, and everyone is typing, scanning, copying, and making phone calls until steam comes out of their ears.

"Almost finished." Your coworker, only a few years younger, responds. "Just have to tie up some loose ends, and then I'll hand them to you for review."

"Great. Thanks for–" You pause when you catch a slight grin spreading across Minji's face. Despite all the chaos today, Minji's definitely been the most cheerful. "You seem really happy today. Something good happened recently?"

Minji suppresses the grin and squeezes her palms in her lap. “Nothing in particular. Just glad to be a part of the team."

"Yeah, right!" Hoseok sends a knowing smirk, nearing the two of you. "Someone had a busy night last night, huh? It's okay. __ is cool. You can tell her anything." Once close enough, your coworker pulls you into a casual side hug.

You grimace. It feels weird while at the office.

"Do you mind?" You shrug him off. "It's work hours."

"Well, actually," Minji starts, cheeks rising. "It's nothing like that. I'm going on a date tonight. I'm just a little excited."

Hoseok's mouth forms an 'o', eyes widening. "Really? Who is it?"

"Uh, his name's Jeon–"

"Jungkook?” Jimin’s head pokes up from across the cubicle. Eavesdropping as usual.

"No…," Minji replies. "Who's Jungkook?"

"He's just a close friend of ours." Hoseok gestures between the three of you. “He’s Jeon Jungkook.”

"He's only you guy's friend," you say bitterly. Considering that player as a friend is pushing it for you. Really pushing it.

"C'mon, what's with you and Jungkook?" Jimin says, shooting you a borderline glare. "You've had bad blood with the guy since you met him.”

"Oh, don't start with me Park,” you fold your arms. "You know exactly why I feel the way I do."

You think he'll have a comeback, but he doesn't. Jimin simply sighs and returns to his work. Figures he'd be the one to jump to Jungkook's defense. The man practically idolizes him. That, and he's been best friends with him for the past eight years. Loyalty sure has its perks.

"So! If it's not Jungkook, who's the guy?" Hoseok asks, hoping to switch the topic around.

Minji jolts up in her seat. “Wonwoo," she says. “His name’s Wonwoo. We ran into each other at a friend's birthday party last night."

"Well, good luck with him tonight," you reply, returning to your office. "I'm sure it'll go well." Enough small talk. You have a whole seven hours plus of work left.

6:45 p.m.

The clock on your screen blinks at you. Everyone's gone home by now, and so should you. But you're still here, fingers frantically typing on the keyboard.

“__, go home already." Your finance officer, Min Yoongi, stands in the doorway, resting an arm against the frame. He's got his soft, leather briefcase in the other hand; yes, the one you got him for his birthday a couple months ago.

Yoongi was the only person in your department who often stayed as late as you. He looked like he was on his way out, though. Must have gotten what he wanted done. "I'll get there eventually," you say. "Just finishing some reports for our meeting tomorrow."

"What reports? They're all done."

"Well…my reports."

"You mean, the ones that we don't actually need?" He quirks a brow.

"They're extra just in case. There might be something off, and this might help." Yeah maybe you were making shit up to keep yourself busy, so sue you. What else were you going to preoccupy your time with? You already polished off the last pint of cookies and cream ice cream.

"You're cute." Pushing off the doorframe, Yoongi nears your desk. "You know boss doesn't look at them."

"You never kno–"

"Hey." The authority in your co-worker's voice makes you straighten your posture. "Let's cut the bullshit." In a moment of urgency, he leans his body between you and your computer.

"Excuse you?" You shove his shoulder with both hands, but he stands firm until your computer goes pitch black.

"Here's what we're gonna do." You're gently pulled up and out of your seat by the wrist. "I'm gonna get a drink, and you're coming with me."

The man gathers your coat and bag, slinging them over a shoulder. You feel your legs being lifted off the ground soon after. "I can walk, you know." You reflexively kick your feet in protest. It's been a while since he's picked you up like this.

Yoongi switches off the light and makes his way to the elevator at the end of hall. "Not right now, you can't." He pushes the button, calling it up.

"Ah look at you," you purr, locking your arms around his neck. "Someone's been watching k-dramas after hours. Trying to confess or something?"

He enters the elevator for both of you, amused by your playful remark. "I consider you my friend, __. But if I were trying to confess, I'd just come out with it. Subliminal messaging isn't really my thing.”

Understanding his notion, you close your mouth. What were you supposed to say to that?

You aimlessly watch as the woman pours freshly shaken alcohol into a short, round glass. She finishes the concoction by sticking an orange wedge along the rim. A cocktail, a classic but timeless favorite. Yoongi takes a sip of his whiskey and tilts his head towards you. "Whenever you're ready to spill your guts, let me know." 

"Hmm? I don't have anything going on." You down a shot yourself. "Nothing to spill here." 

He gives his glass a gentle swirl, liquid splashes against the sides. 

"Why are you looking at me like that? Nothing's wrong," you say. 

He sets his glass on the bartop, straight-faced. 

"Honestly, I don't know what you're getting at. We just came for a drink." 

"It's him, isn't it? Bunny boy with the six pack."

Your nose scrunches knowing exactly who he's referring to. With little thought you give a short 'no'. 

Yoongi stares at you nonchalantly. "Nice try, but I'm not an idiot, __. I don't know the guy that well, but I know enough that he's been on your mind a lot. You've been real prickly towards him too. Something tells me he's the reason you've been burying yourself in work lately.” 

"Don't be ridiculous. I'm just committed to my work. You know me, Ms. married to her job and all." You feign a chuckle. "I assure you, Ju–he's the furthest thing from my mind." 

“Mhm...right." He hums unconvinced. "Tell me ms. married to her job, why won't you say his name?"

"Because-" You cut shortly. "I'd rather not think of him right now. Can't we talk about something else or drink in peace?" 

He reaches for another taste of his burning liquor. "Alright."

Minutes pass before either of you speaks. You and Yoongi do this often, and you cherish it quite a bit. Sitting in silence after a long day at work soothes both your minds. But the man was right. Your mind isn't settled at all. No. It's buzzing with constant deadlines, family expectations, social commitments–  

"Okay it's him!" you blurt out, earning the attention of a few passing diners and even the bartender herself. Shoulders slouch as you grip the glass in front of you. Your eyes shift to your right, side-eyeing Yoongi, silently staring back at you.

"Jungkook...he’s just frustrating,” you finally say. “Fucking this girl, fucking that girl. Do you think I wanna know how many places he's stuck it in? No, I don't. But does that stop him?“

 You down your second shot. 

"He's been going on about the same lay for three years now. Three years, Yoongi. Honestly, how long's he going to keep it up? ‘They were begging to go again’, like who fucking cares?!” Blood boils through your veins.

A third shot. 

"I mean, how good can he be? If you asked me, he's average! Average Jeon Jungkook with probably an even more average dick!” 

“Damn, you’re pretty feisty angel.” A man slides on the stool to your left. “Calling me average and everything. Kinda hurts my feelings y’know?” 

You nearly choke picking up the man’s voice and scent– fuckin' Jungkook.

You swivel to face him. “Drop the pet names Jeon. I'm not your angel, and I seriously doubt I’m wounding any so called ‘feelings’,” you spit. “Why don’t you take your ego somewhere else…” You nod at the group of women gawking in the corner. Jungkook follows your gaze before meeting your eyes again.

"Not interested," he shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh wow, really?” Maybe sarcasm wasn’t the best way to go but since when did Jungkook start passing up overly eager women…shocker.

"Don't be insulting, __. I probably sleep around a lot more in your head than in real life."

"Please, who are you fooling," you reach for your fourth shot. Jungkook steals it out of your hand, however, shaking his head. 

"No, no, no." He sets the glass on his other side, furthest from your grasp. "Someone might be getting a little ahead of herself." 

Teeth clench. Is he patronising you?

"Do you mind?" The words spit out of your mouth. "I'm trying to sit and have a nice drink with my friend."

"And what friend would that be?" Jungkook leans forward in his seat, sparing a glance past your figure. 

"Yoongi."

"Oh, him…hate to break it to you but he left with some woman earlier.” 

You turn around immediately. He's gotta be messing around but damn– Yoongi really left you. That little snake. He'll be hearing from you tomorrow.

Rising from the barstool, you snatch your belongings and make your way to the exit.

.

"Where are you going, __?” Heavy feet patter after you, following you to the parking lot. "Just 'cause Yoongi's gone doesn't mean you have to leave." 

"I'm going home, Jungkook. 6am comes awfully quick." You want him to take the hint that you don't wanna stay but no such luck. You're instead blocked in your path, Jungkook facing you square on. He's a little close, but it doesn't matter. You'll just push around him.

"Alright, I'm sorry!" He wets his bottom lip. "If I've been too explicit about my private life, I'm sorry.” You watch as he rubs the side of his neck. “I tend-I tend to get carried away, especially around the guys. But after hearing what you said back there, I realize I should chill a little."

"Congratulations, you've figured it out.” You stare blankly at the man. “Can I leave now?" Brushing past him, you open your car door and jump inside. Dumb apology.

Fingers reach to shut the door, but Jungkook grips the rim, propping it open. "That can't be all." He leans down, shaking his head. "You clearly have some kind of vendetta against me and I'd like you to tell me why…please." 

You blink up, patience running thin. You’re wondering what you should say to get him off your tail, but the longer you linger the more it’ll look like you’re staring. And heaven knows Jungkook gets enough eyes on him as is, especially with his biceps bulging from his shirt.

Not that you’re paying attention or anything but take tonight for instance with those women ogling him in the bar. Like, did he have to wear a white tank top tonight? Show off.

“You’re so arrogant,” you say, clenching your fists. "You act like you're the best thing this world's ever gotten."

It’s obvious that your words strike a cord inside Jungkook. His face, riddled with concern and protest. 'Him, arrogant? What on earth is this woman talking about?' his eyes say.

"That's not true. When have I ever acted like that?"

Baffled. That’s what you are. It takes every ounce of gull left in your body to step out and meet the man at eye level.

"You're kidding. What do you call the constant retelling of your college fling then? Because you sure love the pedestal it gives you! Must have heard it fifty fricken times by now."

"Okay, maybe a bit then, but like I said I just get carried away. Lost in the moment if you will. The guys wanna hear it anyway, and it's just one story, __. Hardly enough basis to say I love myself or some shit."

"But that's exactly it, Jeon. You think everyone will worship at your feet just because you have that one story, a bunny like smile, and the body of a–"

"Woah, wait a second. Did you say worship at my feet? I get you're pissed off at me but come on, that's a bit much."

"It's n---shut up Jungkook!" You snarl. How dare he interrupt you after demanding you to tell him what's wrong. "Don't you ever get tired of running your mouth all the time?!"

"Me running my mouth? You're the one yelling sweetheart." His icy tone sets you off.

"Listen asshole, just for once, can't you just listen! You're so average, fuck!"

"Alright babe, I hear you, damn!" His eyebrows knit together. "And stop saying that I'm average! I'm not, okay?"

"There you go again, acting all entitled with that over inflated ego. I said it before and I'll never stop saying it–you're an average fuck! I don't care how many people you get in your bed."

Jungkook paces backwards, fingers laced behind his head. He cranks his neck back and chuckles. "Oh sweetheart, that's where you're so, so wrong."

"No idea what you're talking about," you say, unmoved.

He steps forward, complete disregard for your personal space. His breath heats your skin. "You absolutely care who I'm with...who I'm talking to...and especially who I'm fucking." He places a hand on the roof of your car. "You care so much that it's eating at you, bit by bit."

You do all you can to ignore the way the back of your neck fires up and how your heart picks up as he speaks but–dammit, this isn't the time! He's messing with your sanity. Or maybe, it's the shots kicking in. Both likely. Either way, you’ll be damned if you let him catch on.

"Fuck off Jungkook!" You push against his muscular chest. The force should have sent him stumbling back, but it only makes him slightly jolt. Courtesy of his rock-solid form.

"Why? 'Cause I'm right?" He traces down your figure. “ 'Cause you're scared of what will happen once we get close?”

Palms sweating, you struggle to form a proper response.

Option A: No, you're not scared in which Jungkook will likely challenge you.

Option B: Yes you're scared in which you let Jungkook be right and your efforts will be in vain.

Or Option C, what you've been doing all along: Fuck off!

Lust clouds over Jungkook's eyes as you remain motionless.

"How 'bout you prove it to me." His voice cuts through your contemplation. "That I'm wrong, that you don't want this, and I'll do the same for you."

You know exactly what he's insinuating– a one night stand. You swore you'd never give in to his antics. Then again, you never thought things would escalate this far either.

But if you agree to sleep with him now, you'll look like a hypocrite. And what of the countless speeches you made about not wanting to be another one of his swooning, giddy women? Still… it's not like you want to sleep with him. And if you do sleep with him, and he's average after all, you'll finally have something to testify to.

That'll knock him down a few pegs. 

"So…" You hear Jungkook drawl. "Is that smug expression you got on a yes?" 

"Hurry up and unlock the door,” you snap, manners going awry. “I wanna get this done as soon as possible.”

"Relax will you.” Jungkook fiddles with his keys, nearly dropping them with every shuffle. “So bratty when you’re down to get some.” He ushers you forward once managing to crank the door open.

You ignore his snide remark, taking in the spacious room. “Don't tell me that's your bed,” you say. There, in the middle of the living room was a mattress. It was on the smaller side but not in bad shape. If that’s where Jungkook intends to give it to you though, you’ll gladly walk out.

“Seriously?” You're thrown a slightly pissed expression. “It’s for emergencies, okay? My room's down here." He breezes down the hall adjacent to the living room. You follow.

“Better?” A lamp switches on from the corner of the bedroom. The room’s a little bare but you can’t complain, at least it was clean.

"Yeah, its fine." You flicker your eyes at Jungkook, arms length away. Chest tightens, legs begin to shake.

This isn't a dream. You're fully conscious and you're about to jump in bed with Jeon Jungkook.

Inadvertently, you pause down at his lips–they look soft.

Oh fuck it...you can’t stomach anymore delays.

Feeling the adrenaline, you shake your coat off and toss it on the chair to the side. You march up to Jungkook next, grip the fabric of his shirt, and smash your lips against his.

It's unusual at first, sloppy even. You're moving your lips the best you can but it's a struggle getting into a rhythm. Likely because you've never kissed each other before, let alone made out.

The temptation to snort at how ridiculous the whole thing must look jabs at you. But it's when you feel Jungkook smiling through each kiss that it hits you like a ton of bricks–your lips have been the only ones moving.

"So that's how you kiss huh?" Breaking apart, he stares down at you, tongue in cheek. He's teasing you.

Rather than give an answer you smirk and twist the fabric of his shirt. You press your lips to his again but this time it's with more confidence and determination. A heavy grunt falls from his mouth and rough hands grip your hips as teeth clash against teeth.

"Fuck, slow down baby," Jungkook pants between kisses.

You ignore his plead and card through his hair with both hands, yanking on his soft, black strands. "I'm not your baby, Jungkook. Remember that."

Your back slams against the door instantly, knob rattling at the sudden pressure. With one hand, he anchors your wrists above your head while the tatted one wraps tightly around your waist. Saying this isn't turning you on would be a lie, a big fat lie.

"What do you want me to call you then?" Your thighs squeeze together when you feel his bulge brush against your center. His pecs graze atop your breasts too, causing a shiver down your spine. "Can't call you baby, can't call you angel."

You bite the inside of your cheek and gaze at Jungkook through your lashes. A devilish smirk spreads across his face at your chosen silence.

"Guess I'll have to figure it out along the way."

He inches forward, capturing your lips. His tongue licks the seam before pushing in the crevasse. Though you fight, you can't stop from moaning into his mouth.

You find your thoughts drifting to all the other places you'll feel his tongue tonight. Maybe on your neck, or your breasts, inside your thighs–fuck. You're about to soak your panties to bunny boy.

One by one, you feel the buttons of your silk blouse being pulled apart. The delicate material pools at to your feet in seconds, leaving you in your lacy white bra.

"Pretty," Jungkook plays with a strap before bringing his hands down to cup the swell of your breasts. "Not what I expected though...thought red was more your color." He flashes a cocky smirk.

"Very funny, Jung–"

You gasp when his thumbs start swirling tiny circles around your clothed nipples. "How hard are they?" He says.

"Take it off and find out."

"Fuck.” He squeezes your breasts. "You sure?"

Once giving a nod, you're pulled to the bed. Jungkook guides you on your back before settling himself around your waist in a straddled position. When he leans forward to reach behind your back, you feel his length poke you.

"Mm," you muffle a small moan.

He raises a brow. "What's gonna happen when I'm inside you huh?" The straps of your bra sweep off your shoulders. Cool air hits your breasts, nipples pebbling instantly.

"I can take it," you say.

Jungkook's eyes dilate at your bare breasted state. "Sure you can babe." The tips of his fingers graze along your sides. "Cause I'm just an average fuck yeah?"

His palms cup the underside of your boobs, squeezing lightly. He then lowers his lips to the ridge of your ear.

"Gonna make you come by your tits pretty girl." Your back arches as he digs his fingers into the soft flesh.

"Jungkook-"

"Fuck," he hisses. "Rolls off your tongue just right." He trails from your neck down to your naval, leaving open mouth kisses along the way.

Your core twists at the warm sensation. You wanna tell him not to leave marks but something inside you secretly hopes he does.

Jungkook traces back up your torso, giving your buds a few flicks with his thumbs before taking one between his lips. He sucks firmly, switching between breasts. Occasionally you let out a yelp when his teeth tug at them ever so slightly.

You desperately want to rub your thighs together due to the wetness pooling between them but the weight of Jungkook straddling you doesn't allow for much movement.

“Be a good girl and stay still," he says, cocky grin plastered on his face.

You're not a good girl, you pant back though your nearly frozen body would say otherwise.

A few more flicks of his tongue and you know he's made you come from your tits as promised.

Jungkook leans back on the his knees. "I really wanna fuck them now." He tugs on a nipple playfully but you slap his hand away.

"Don't even think about it," you say. "They're sore enough".

"You liked it though."

"Well no shit, I came didn't I? Can't believe it," you mumble under your breath. "Anyway, it's your turn now. Take your shirt off," you nearly demand."

"Even after coming, you're still a fiesty little kitten." He brings his arms around his waist. Your core tightens as you watch the white tank top lift up his muscular upper body and over his head.

"Satisfied?" He studies your expressions.

Instinctively, you trace down his sweaty build; starting with the collarbone. You work your way over to his shoulders after until his pecs draw your attention. And then his diaphragm, leading to the ‘v’ outlining his pelvis.

"Take them off too."

Jungkook gives you a pleased look. "Wanna see how average my cock is?"

You move to an upright position, face close to his. "More like wanna see what it can do." You snap the band of his sweats. "Hmm, what'd you think about that playboy?"

Jungkook's cock twitches. He needs to be inside you before he blows a load in his pants here and now. He gets up from the bed, hooks his thumbs in his sweats and pulls them down along with his briefs.

Alarms go off in your head as his half-harden cock is yanked out of it's confinement. It slaps against his abdomen, tip glowing with precum.

Swallowing, you fiddle with your own pants. It's huge and it's going inside you.

"What if I told you I wanna taste you first?"

You pause your movements and peer up at the man. "You mean...down there?"

You wanna slap yourself from how naive you sound but the thought of Jungkook's head between your legs was an affair you'd never predict to happen.

"Yeah pretty girl," Jungkook quips. "There."

"Uhm," you breath, stomach doing somersaults. "Okay."

He settles between your legs this time, panties kicked off in some odd corner of the room. He gives your inner thigh a kiss before running a finger up your slit.

A lusty moan leaves your lips.

He pushes in a moment later, making you gasp for air. Another finger pushes along side it and after a few pumps he's perfectly stimulating your g-spot.

"Jung-Jungkook fuck!" You grip the sheets from under you.

He brings his thumb over your clit, toying with the bundle of nerves. "Am I doing it right __?" He's teasing again.

You nod vigorously. "Don't stop...please. Don't you dare stop."

Jungkook hums in approval, low and breathy, but retracts his fingers from your soaking cunt. They're quickly replaced with his tongue however, licking a broad stripe up your folds. The action is repeated over and over until your once again digging your nails into his scalp.

"M' gonna come," you say with a shaky voice.

As if an invitation, he dips in your heat. A string of profanities spill out.

Shit shit shit, you chant as you release on his tongue.

Jungkook lifts his head up from between your legs and wipes his mouth off. "You're fucking sexy." He presses a deep kiss on your lips, long and messy. "And you taste sweet too."

"Fuck me," you nearly beg. "And call me a slut while your at it."

"You su–"

"You don't have to use a condom either. I'm on the pill."

"Real–"

"Yes Jungkook."

He shifts back from your body, chest inflating and deflating. "On your hands and knees then."

As soon as the words leave his mouth you flip over, your full backside in his view. Did you feel exposed? Hell yeah. But that's part of the fun.

You turn your head over a shoulder to see Jungkook inching behind you. From this angle you feel so small. You bite your lip, anticipation driving you wild.

"Don't forget what I asked for earlier playboy."

Hovering over your back, his breath tickling your skin. "And what makes you think I'll listen to you pretty girl?" His length brushes between your asscheeks.

You whine.

"Jungkook–"

All at once he aligns himself with your hole and thrusts himself in. The fullness of the stretch has your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Fuck, you're so big," you moan.

"Yeah? You like this," he grunts, starting off a steady pace. "I knew you would." He nips your ear. "Cute how dumb little sluts like you think they know what they want, but really, they don't have a clue."

Your breathe hitches, squeezing around his length. "What about---fuck---assholes like you who decide what others want before asking?"

The bed jolts forward. You cling to all you can to steady yourself.

"It's not really deciding for others if they already want it, is it?" He snaps his hips. "I'm merely helping them, like an asset."

"Shu---god fuck!"

"Deny it all you want but we both know how hard this little pussy's clenching around my big, fat cock. Been wanting this for a while hasn't it?" Beads of sweat drip from Jungkook's brow. His wavy, black locks dangle in front of his eyes.

Helplessly, you start rocking yourself on him, meeting his thrusts in perfect sync.

"Holy shit–" Jungkook groans. "You get me so fucking turned around. Can't even be in a room with me for five minutes before you're clawing for a way out but here you are, desperate to take my cock."

"What can I say," you barely gasp, beyond wound up. "Can't stand arrogant jerks like you."

He snorts. "But you'll sure fuck 'em won't you? Slut."

Walls tightening, knees shaking, it takes only one last hard thrust and you're spasming around him.

Jungkook coaxes you through your high with broken grunts. "Fuck, you feel so tight and warm around me. Gonna come pretty girl? Gonna come all over my cock aren't you?"

"Jung---Jungkook!"

"It's okay sweetheart, you can do it. Fucking cream it."

And you do.

With his cock coated with your cum, Jungkook fucks through his own high. "Hang in there __, I'm almost there," he says, thrusts sloppy.

Once he releases into you his body grows limp on yours. A small yelp tells him to slide out and off you.

As you lie next to each other, panting heavily, you're the first to break the silence.

"I think I've proven my point. You gonna shut up about your story now?"

"I don't know which point that would be but sure," Jungkook turns his head to the side with a lazy smirk. "I'll shut up about the story. I have a new one on my mind anyway."

God what have you done. Uncaged the beast, that's what.

A/N: thanks for stopping by, happy to hear your thoughts ☺💗

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[wakeup01]

becoming a male ballet dancer to check out all the women

Magical Turnabout

You didn’t think much would come of your constant teasing of the ballet club; the deriding remarks helping to inflate your frail sense of manhood. Arrogantly putting on a big show with your latest ‘female conquest’ whenever you passed by. After all, what were a bunch of girly losers gonna do about it. Nothing.

That was before they dared you to try on the iridescent lycra tights for yourself, feeling the taut, body conforming fabric hug your rear, bunching up between your butt cheeks. It made you feel incredibly self conscious, but even you couldn’t deny the appeal. The way the stretchy material clinged to your skin was…magical. Appearing to have smoothed down your blocky physique that you were oh so proud of.

That was moderately alarming, but defiantly tugging on the material only made things worse, causing the friction to rub along your shockingly sensitive legs and constrict against your cock. The sensation compels you to stand on your tip toes and run your fingers up your chest and above your head. The rest of the ballet club watch with satisfaction as your barely noteworthy resistance flitters away.

Mmmff. There was something about the pr—pretty silvery tights, it seemed to make your increasingly lithe body more flexible, disciplined. It was as if you had more refined control over your movements. You gracefully bend around, turning to see how it accentuates your figure, your huge butt jutting out on display. Leaving nothing to the imagination. It was like being naked, every captivating curve highlighted on your slimming frame. A tiny moan slips through your lips at the sight of your own feminine features.

How could something that felt this good be for ‘weak pansies’? You’re still all man, where it counts anyway. Chicks really dig men in touch with their femininity. At least, that’s what you thought.

But when you see the clear bulge outlined on the fellow dancer behind you, well, maybe you were too in touch. Especially when you delicately push back into him, rubbing his stiff crotch into your ass. He guides your movements, holding your hips as he slowly gyrates against you. It was hard for you to admit, but you really wanted that thing deep inside of you. You sigh loudly, your voice higher and softer than you ever remember it being.

So yes, cutie, you’ll definitely find yourself getting along better with girls - or ‘gurls’, but not for the reasons you might have wanted.

Your sexy ballet partner taps your hungry bubble butt and spins you counterclockwise. Seductively, he whispers ‘if you put on a stunning display, I’ll show you what my little ‘dancer’ can do to your tight virgin hole’.

Expertly, you pirouette on the spot, the moves coming like second nature as you lift your leg high and hold it in place. A rush of serotonin fills your head and flushes away that inelegant, smelly man-thing you once were, confirming you are right where you should be. Blushing while your firm buttocks visibly twitch at the thought of your ‘encore performance’.

The ballet club was more than happy to gain a girlishly giddy new member. Especially one so…willing to fulfill extra curricular activities.

[eternalreignblog]

What about cable worker Clarke is fixing a line and just so happens to catch Lexa masturbating through her second story window. Maybe Lexa puts on a show and Clarke goes over for the big finish

Oooooooh me likey 😏

Clarke’s on her last callout of the day, and she's tired and grumpy. To cap it off, she had to cart all her tools up two flights of stairs because the elevators we out in this old decrepit building.

The resident had just mumbled something about shitty signal and waved Clarke through to the back room before disappearing off somewhere else.

Mumbling to herself about shit customers and shittier building infrastructure, Clarke dumped her tools and set to work fixing this muppets WiFi, hoping to get out of here before it got dark.

Clarke immediately rolled her eyes when she saw the blinking red light on the modem. The first goddamned question tech support ask is have you turned it off and on again. These morons always say yes, then Clarke has to treck all the way out to the middle of butt fuck nowhere just to see that no, in fact, they have not.

Rolling her neck in frustration, something caught her eye out of the window.

She had a perfect view through the window of the neighbouring building, which happened to be someone's bedroom

Clarke’s eyes bulged in her head when she noticed the woman on the bed, stark naked with her long legs spread, fucking herself with a bright pink dildo.

The sight had Clarke's pants getting uncomfortably tight. She reached down to adjust herself at the same time as the woman looked up, locking eyes with her across the void.

Clarke froze, she'd just been caught touching herself while spying on this woman masturbating, her pulse rose exponentially.

They stared at each other for a moment, Clarke taking in the long legs a gorgeous body of the woman who was in the throes of pleasuring herself.

Her dick pulsed, and Clarke squeezed it in response, the woman's eyes darting down as she did it.

Clarke nearly fainted when the woman bit her lip and groped her breast, starting to pump the toy into herself again as she stared at Clarke.

Emboldened, Clarke thought fuck it, two can play at this game, unzipping her pants and releasing her dick, sarting to stroke it in time with the woman's thrusts.

The woman's eyes were locked on Clarke's cock, her hips started to roll faster as she pumped the dildo into her cunt.

Clarke wished she could hear what was happening in that room, the woman looked like she was being loud as she threw her head back, arching up as she started erratically thrusting her hips.

Holy shit, she just came! Clarke was in awe, still stroking her dick as the woman across the street lost herself in pleasure.

Clarke was dangerously hard, scarcely believing what just happened, eyes still riveted to the scene in front of her.

Clarke watched as the woman pulled the toy out of herself and stretched out on the bed before sliding off to the side. She couldn't see her for a few moments and was disappointed that their little voyeurism scene might be over before the woman reappeared with a piece of paper in her hand.

Apartment 22

1313

What the fuck.

She was inviting Clarke over. Thay was a door code. Holy shitballs. Clarke stood frozen for a moment, the woman stared at her lustfully before stepping back and shutting the blinds.

Yeah, there was no way Clarke was passing up this opportunity, shoving her still hard dick back into her pants. She pulled the plug out of the modem before sticking it back in. That should fix it. Whatever, Clarke didn't really care right now.

She grabbed her back and shot out of the apartment, not even bothering to talk to the resident.

Turns out going down two flights of stairs when the prospect of sex with a hot chick was on the line was super quick, and before she knew it, she was out fron of apartment 22, thanking her lucky stars that this apartment at least had a working elevator.

Only a few seconds after she knocked on the door it swung open, the same woman she'd been ogling from across the street stood in front of her wearing a robe and gesturing for her to come inside.

"Um, hey," Clarke said a little awkward, not really sure what to do now she was here.

"Hey there," the woman said, "I saw you watching me, fuck that was so hot," she said biting her lip.

"Yeah, I saw you get off on it," Clarke said, moving closer.

"Can I touch you?" The woman asked and Clarke nearly came in her pants.

"Fuck. Yes. Do whatever you want," Clarke blurted, cursing herself for sounding so desperate.

The woman just smiled, stepping towards Clarke and unbuttoning her shirt. Clarke let her work, enjoying the attention and also the floral fragrance that engulfed her when the woman invaded her space.

"What's your name?" The woman asked, dropping to her knees after she had rid Clarke of her shirt, starting to unbutton her pants.

"Cl- Clarke" Clarke managed to choke out as the zip on the pants was lowered.

"Clarke," the woman repeated, dragging Clarke’s pants down to her knees. "I like it. My name's Lexa, you can scream it when you cum," she said before taking Clarke’s dick in her hand and licking it from base to tip.

Clarke let out a filthy moan, putting a hand on Lexa's head to steady herself as Lexa took her cock into her mouth.

Lexa moaned around her dick and Clarke felt the vibrations shoot through her.

"Oh, fuck, Lexa," Clarke groaned, looking down and watching her cock slide in and out of Lexa hot mouth, her tongue working wonders on the hard flesh.

Popping Clarke’s cock out of her mouth, Lexa stroked it while looking up, sultry eyes locking on Clarke’s.

"As good as your cock tastes, What I really want is for you to fuck me,"

"Yeah, yeah, I can do that. Bedroom?" Clarke asked as she helped Lexa to her feet.

"No, right here," Lexa dropped her robe and sat on the kitchen table, spreading her legs and rubbing her pussy as Clarke stood there shell shocked. "Well, are you going to?" Lexa said impatiently, and Clarke darted forward, planting herself between Lexa's legs.

Holding one of Lexa's legs, Clarke lined herself up and pushed inside, preening as Lexa threw her head back in pleasure.

"Oh god, Clarke. As soon as I saw you I knew I had to fuck you," Lexa said, sliding one hand around Clarke’s neck as the other braced on the table giving her leverage to aid Clarke’s thrusts.

Clarke still couldn't believe how this day had turned out as she started pumping her hips. She watched her cock disappear into Lexa's pussy, the warm, wet heat engulfing her as she pushed forward.

The feeling was immense, Lexa’s mouth was good, but her pussy was incredible. Clarke started moving faster, Lexa pushing into her at the same time. Lexa was a moaning writhing mess as Clarke fucked her, Clarke could feel that Lexa was close to cumming so she bottomed out and ground her hips into Lexa, giving her the friction she needed.

"Oh fuck, keep fucking me, fuck me hard," Lexa cried, pushing at Clarke’s hips. Clarke took the hint and did as she was told, Lexa falling back onto the table and Clarke plowed into her.

Clarke held Lexa's legs wide, gripping her under the knees, enjoying the view of her gorgeous body bouncing on the table as she fucked her hard.

Lexa's orgasm was intense, she came hard, screaming Clarke’s name as she shook through the waves of pleasure. Her back arched off the table and her cunt squeezed Clarke’s dick like a vice grip.

"Holy shit thay was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen," Clarke said in awe as Lexa came down from her high.

"That was amazing," Lexa said, out of breath and exhausted. "I need you to cum now, i need to be full," she said looking up at Clarke. "How do you want me?" She asked.

"Just like this," Clarke siad as she started to roll her hips again, "but you better brace yourself," she warned, giving a particularly hard thrust to prove the point.

Lexa gripped the edge of the table, Clarke wrapped her hands around Lexa thighs, and that was Clarke’s cue to go for it.

And that's exactly what she did.

Clarke let go, fucking Lexa hard and fast, loving the silken feel of her cunt wrapping around her cock. Watching her cock piston in and out of the absolute godess spread out on the table before her had Clarke’s balls tingling in anticipation all too quickly.

The pleasure started at the base of her spine and spread through her body, shooting into Lexa as she came. She felt the pulsing in her cock as she unloaded a massive amount of cum, filling Lexa up just like she'd asked for.

"Huh," Clarke huffed, unable to form a sentence, still reeling from her orgasm.

"Huh, indeed," mocked Lexa, stretching out and wiggling her hips.

Clarke pulled out of Lexa, spent and sated. "That was amazing," Clarke praised, stepping back to help Lexa to her feet.

"Oh, I know," Lexa said with a smirk. "But we're not done yet. I need you to look at my WiFi," she said with a wink, slipping her robe back over her shoulders. "And when you're done, I'll be in the bedroom,"

Clarke blinked a couple of times before racing for her tools, not even bothering to get dressed.

Locating Lexa's modem, she rolled her eyes at the blinking red light before resetting it and following Lexa into her room.

[afniel]

You know, I kind of hate the chocobo chicks in FFVII Rebirth. Like that is not what a chick looks like. That's like if birds had mammalian development. They don't. A chocobo chick shouldn't look like a bobble-headed, big-eyed little chocobo. It should look like an unfledged, naked little monster with a huge beak and breastbone and feet, and not much else to its name. Or, if they do develop more like ostriches or emus or any of that sort of large ground-nesting bird, which is reasonable to assume is possible, they still shouldn't look like a whole other goddamn species.

Like, that's cute. They don't look horrifying or anything. They just look like little fluffy adults with babie legs and necks.

This however can die in a goddamn fire. That's not a chocobo. It's a blasphemy with a bad case of human infant skull. (Also why do they have plant butts? I don't think this is even explained?)

Like I'm loving watching my partner go through this game but there are some visual decisions that I'm like, who did this. Turn on your location. I just want to talk.

ALSO whoever decided that chocobos should sound like someone doing a bad peacock impersonation, please. Eat a fork sideways. They have gotten more and more annoying to listen to in every game where they're voiced and I hate it. Can we go back to their cute little 'prreep?' noise in FFVI or the couple of nice sounds they made in original FFVII? Those were fine. Whatever is happening now makes my ears want to perish.

I do really like that different colors have different general plumage, that's cool. I used to draw them that way, waaaaay back in high school. But the chocobo chicks are almost as bad as the toddler/koala hybrid moogles with human teeth but in a squirrel configuration...like I know they eat kupo nuts but that's just terrifying to actually see.

[fanficfanattic]

Will you share your Jamie Tartt playlist? 👀

Buckle up boys! Hold on to your butts! Other ways to say brace yourselves!

To Build a Home (feat. Patrick Watson) by The Cinematic Orchestra

I'll Be Good by Jaymes Young

Sorrow by Bad Religion

The Greatest by Sia

Love I'm Given by Ellie Goulding

Runaway by AURORA

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

Move by Oliver Tree

High Hopes by Panic! At the Disco

Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin

Home by Cavetown

The Perfect Space by The Avett Brothers

A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley

False Confidence by Noah Kahan

Legend by The Score

The Competition by Kimya Dawson

In the Blood by John Mayer

Winner by Walgrove

Icarus by Bastille

Sympathy by The Goo Goo Dolls

Take Yours, I’ll Take Mine by Matthew Mole

People Help the People by Birdy

Daylight by David Kushner

Cough it Out by The Front Bottoms

Sober by P!nk

The Cave by Mumford & Sons

Tear It Up by Queen

Waves by Dean Lewis

Soldier by Ingrid Michaelson

We Don't Believe What's On TV by Twenty One Pilots

Blood In the Cut by K.Flay

Chameleon/Comedian by Kathleen Edwards

Water (feat. Rostam) by Ra Ra Riot

All is Soft Inside by AURORA

Pieces (feat. Noah Kahan) by Matoma

Dog Days Are Over by Florence + the Machine

Rise up With Fists!! by Jenny Lewis & The Watson Twins

Gone, Gone, Gone by Phillip Phillips

HandClap by Fitz and The Tantrums

Hi Ren by Ren

I Don't Belong In This Club by Why Don't We & Macklemore

Skinny Love by Birdy

Raising Hell (feat. Big Freedia) by Kesha

Go Places by The New Pornographers

The Night Starts Here by Stars

Ghost by Ella Henderson

Here We Go by WILD

If I Be Wrong by Wolf Larsen

Part of Me by Noah Kahan

We're Going to Be Friends

The White Stripes

Bitch by Meredith Brooks

Samson by Regina Spektor

Let's go to Hell by Tai Verdes

Raise Hell by Brandi Carlile

Power Over Me by Dermot Kennedy

Don't Tell the Boys by Petey

Sober Up (feat. Rivers Cuomo) by AJR

O.N.E. By Yeasayer

Locked Up by Ingrid Michaelson

Like a Stone by Audioslave

Leave the Light On by Overcoats

Tough (feat. Noah Kahan) by Quinn XCII

touch tank by quinnie

Warrior by AURORA

Too Sweet by Hozier

I'Il Think of You by Kurt Hugo Schneider

Into the Ocean by Blue October

Star Fire by Sleeping Wolf

Happier (Stripped) by Marshmello & Bastille

Knievel by Tommy Lefroy

Walk Me Home by P!nk

Brat (Humor Me) by Deore

Am I Wrong by Love Spit Love

Someday by One Republic

7 Years by Lukas Graham

Stick Season by Noah Kahan

Like a Prayer by Madonna

Little Bit by Lykke Li

Bruises by Lewis Capaldi

Don't Carry It All by The Decemberists

Freaking Out by The Wrecks

Will Do by TV on the Radio

The Dirt by Tor Miller

Hope of Morning by Icon for Hire

Smile by Mikky Ekko

The District Sleeps Alone Tonight by The Postal Service

Blood Brothers by Ingrid Michaelson

All My Friends by The Revivalists

Fuck Authority by Pennywise

Crazier Things by Chelsea Cutler & Noah Kahan

Kiss With a Fist by Florence + the Machine

Unstoppable by Sia

Can't Go to Hell by Sin Shake Sin

World's Smallest Violin by AJR

All I Know So Far by P!nk

Knocking at the Door by Arkells

Little Lion Man by Mumford & Sons

The Seed by AURORA

Wine, Women and Song by Harvey Danger

The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience

All You Wanted by Michelle Branch

Young Blood by The Naked and Famous

Truth No. 2 by The Chicks

Homesick by Noah Kahan

Family Line by Conan Gray

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives

Heroes Never Die by NateWantsToBattle

My Number Tegan and Sara

Masterpiece by Big Thief

Til It Happens To You by Lady Gaga

I Don't Wanna Live Forever (Cups Version) by Kurt Hugo Schneider

Sit Down by James

Robots by Dan Mangan

Windowsill by Arcade Fire

Be OK by Ingrid Michaelson

Bite the Hand by boygenius

The Top (Bonus Track) by Primo the Alien

MEAN! (Remix) [feat. Noah Kahan] by Madeline The Person

Home We'll Go (Take My Hand) by Steve Aoki & Walk Off the Earth

From The Bottom Of My Heart by The Wallflowers

FourFiveSeconds by Rihanna and Kanye West and Paul McCartney

I Am the Resurrection by The Stone Roses

Chrome Plated Heart by Melissa Etheridge

Precious Love by James Morrison

Bones (feat. One Republic) by Galantis

Let's Go (feat. Icona Pop) by Tiesto

Unbelievers by Vampire Weekend

So What by P!nk

I Don't Feel Like Dancin' by Scissor Sisters

Creature Fear by Bon Iver

Brother by The Rural Alberta Advantage

Save Me by Noah Kahan

High and Dry by Radiohead

Power by Little Mix

Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men

The Boy Does Nothing by Alesha Dixon

Set You Free (Edit) by N-Trance

Stronger by Britney Spears

First Things First by Neon Trees

Kings & Queens by Ava Max

Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face

Capsize by FRENSHIP & Emily Warren

We Were Kings by Ryan Star

Come Undone by Duran Duran

Young Folks by Peter Bjorn and John

Pride by Noah Kahan & mxmtoon

Everywhere by Michelle Branch

Blow Me (One Last Kiss) by P!nk

Dust Bowl Dance by Mumford & Sons

Bad Blood by Bastille

Blue Monday by New Order

Make Believe by The FAIM

Midnight Show by The Killers

Can't Fight the Moonlight by LeAnn Rimes

Ophelia by The Lumineers

Shaky Ground by Freedom Fry

Grounds for Divorce by Elbow

Heaven and Hell by Let's Play Dead

Survivor by The Score

Ready Now by dodie

Young Blood by Noah Kahan

Ain’t No Reason by Brett Dennen

King by Years & Years

Bulletproof by La Roux

Beating Heart Cadavers by Acollective

How to Rest by The Crane Wives

Santa Monica by Everclear

Beds Are Burning by Midnight Oil

Get Some by Lykke Li

Sky Full of Song by Florence + the Machine

Beautiful Trauma by P!nk

Parachute (Serban Ghenea Mix) by Ingrid Michaelson

Down to the Bottom by Dorothy

YES MOM by Tessa Violet

Numb Little Bug by Em Beihold

Rise Up by Andra Day

Maps by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Hurt Somebody by Noah Kahan

[akeminui]

Fr i get what you're saying . As a black woman myself Im so happy to find stories where the reader isn't an oc or have their appearances being mentioned. I also get excited to find stories where the reader is black as i can feel more in the story now and relate to some stuff.

But now the problem is that i don't know what to expect in the book. Since there can be a likely chance of the y/n in that story being a very stereotypical black woman as portrayed by most movies, cartoons, and media.

Now im not saying that all books that have a black protagonist are bad, im saying that there portrayal is. But some typical black female ocs or self inserts have this typical shallow personality.

They are often 'baddies' as per say meaning they have very long nails, face of makeup, long lashes, 40 inch weave and wear very tight and revealing clothes cause they 'dont care what people say ands its their body they do what they want or baddies do what they want.

Im a modest person and dont like showing off my body, but there's still a limit. Like just because its modest doesn't mean it cant be fashionable. But what isn't fashionable is being practically naked exposed to the public and hiding behind the title of being a thot or baddie.

Like if shes wearing short shorts with her bootyhole probably out, or maybe shes wearing swim wear where it's practically made up of one singular string wedged up her butt, her breasts barely covered and vagina airing out in the open 💀 you better know you lost a reader.

They also have this typical accent portrayed in written form as words which have been simplified to be much smaller, and it gets hard for me to even understand what they're saying 💀. like here, "ho dis gurl ben playin' wih me.". 💀💀 wth

Now with all the males being in love with her cause shes a 'black girl boss thot queen yassss'. Like she's not like the other girls with her dark skin, big booty and bad girl personality. Her disrespecting people for no vaid reason and causing fights are huge turn on's for every male in that story.

And a general problem is her actions being glorified by the author and some readers, right after she slept with every man in that story or slept with her enemies lover and showed it off . Sh probably already had a nice boyfriend that loves her but she slept around cause she was feelin horny and her 'needs' must be met and its her body so she does what she wants as she is a baddie and has a ' I dont give a frick' mindset.

A bunch of overused stereotypes i could think of:

The stereotype that every black person smokes weed, has 100 pounds of crack under their bed, sells heroin, is part of a gang, Always up for sexual intercouse (hookups, one night stands)with random people (cause they thots and stuff. This includes both black men and women.), Always loud and noisy, Knows how to rap and freestyle, Has a crazy accent, Always in toxic relationships and cheating on their partner, has side chick/side man/side family, always involved in shoot outs, single parenting 5 kids with the fathers still out searching for milk, Always has a gun or weapon on them, Toxic family, Always swearing and fighting, knows how to throw hands, has dreads, lives in the ghetto, parents killed when little due to shoot out, gets killed before moving out of the hood for their dream collegue where they earned a scholarship due to being good in basketball, black females always being a baddie with a juicy booty and 40 inch weave , black males always being dreadheads, wearing 5 pounds silver chains around their necks with gold plated teeth, Underwear being showed off in public with the girls thongs out and up their booty, while boys with their pants slipped down and boxers showing.

Finally, I wont say this is an issue among all books with Black cast in it or that its wrong to use some of these stereotypes. The importance is to execute it well so that it will feel natural and not forced inclusivity.

I honestly in all prefer books where only her gender and brief description of her appearance are mentioned because of these problems As good books have self inserts with different personalities that aren't exactly too overpowering but at the same time likeable. And they are actually y/n and not an oc being named after me💀

This rant was longer than expected -oop.

Stop I read this an thought your descriptions were so funny wth 😭

[sowritten]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒  𝐈’𝐕𝐄  𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃  𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒

cursing/drug mentions, adjust pronouns and such as needed!

“I can’t believe [NAME] is gatekeeping the girlbosses.”

“I lost my lesbian.”

“I wasn’t even thinking, I was just shoving slices into my mouth.”

“what if you didn’t try to kill me? what if we held hands instead?”

“shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck a duck!“

“this is gonna be a fun time, but by a fun time I mean they're going to break my ankles. maybe in a fun way.”

“hi, I’m [NAME] and I’m directionally challenged.”

“I really want to brick somebody.”

“it didn’t work the first three times, what made you think it would work the fourth?”

“don’t be sad. there’s plenty of ass in this lobby for you to eat.”

“I exist to be a piece of shit and I am good at it!”

“[NAME], I don’t know what your side chick told you, but it’s not that big.”

“people come and go but mac and cheese is forever.”

“everything is fine, we have cocaine.”

“don't call it eye lube, or else that'll be your superhero name. “

“we're all a little damaged inside. pobody's nerfect.”

“just kick him in the dick. grab his dick, twist it, kick him in the dick, kick him in the face.”

“....yeah I want a big tiddy goth girlfriend.”

“that's what I like in a woman. at least three felony charges.”

“oh hey, look at us, we’re both naked.”

“they can’t tear my clothes, I’m not wearing clothes.”

“you know what, if you kill [NAME], I will dick you down, how about that?”

“you know what? fuck the cougar. I’m the new apex predator.”

“is that a socket wrench? I'm not that kind of lesbian! I can't build things!”

“my heart does belong to [NAME], he is five times the man you could hope to be.”

“maybe the cheese is trying to kill me, maybe that’s what’s happening.”

“bourbon, let’s fucking go, you know what I want!”

“there’s always something good in the trash.”

“I’m gay, I already have magic superpowers.”

“I don’t know how to not be sad.”

“fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your dad, fuck your grandfather, fuck your entire lineage. die.”

“I’m gay, I don’t do math.”

“yeah we're definitely gay, and we're dating a plant-gay.”

“[NAME] can lick the darkest part of my little white ass.”

“I am impressed that the pants are still on.”

“Don’t wiggle your fucking butt at me.”

“I’m just gonna touch myself up, in case she does come over here.”

“I can leave that guy to eat his ass.”

[im-tops-bottom]

D-Day of 21'

"Hyung why can't we talk about D-day of 21?" I just wanna know what it is.

"Yeah how come we're the only ones who doesn't know?"

"I would rather be in your place right now"

"I'm jealous of you"

"okay kids gather around, it's story time"

"ugh does the old man really have to do this?"

"yes otherwise those two will be on our cases til they wear us down"

"airfryer 180° for 20 minutes each"

"we are not going to cook them and please don't bring your Hyunjin sized air fryer into the dorms"

"boooo boring"

"Hyung do we really have to sit through this"

"if we just relive it one more time then we can put it behind us"

"or you can just tell Hyunjin and Changbin the story without us"

"yeah but where would the fun in that be?"

"you're a cruel leader. We need to expose you. This goes against the Geneva convention"

"sit down before I make"

"ugh fine"

"Good now let me tell you the story of how a Quokka and Chick came out of the forest completely naked after being saved by their nice lovely leader"

Everyone but Chan, Hyunjin and Changbin groan loudly. Hyunjin and Changbin are excited to hear the story. Chan is just excited to share it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chan groans as he's been woken up by a body jumping on him.

"HYUNG HYUNG WAKE UP! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY"

Chan rolls on to his back noting in his head to ask Felix to give it a massage later.

"Happy birthday Quokka. Where's your birthday twin? He's usually here helping you wake me up"

"first of all it's not helping if I have to wake him up to help me only for him to come crawling into your bed and cuddling you back to sleep. Then when you finally do wake up, he's gotta be rewoken up"

"okay that is true. But where is he?"

"I told everyone I wanted to start my day with a game of hide n seek so he said he needed to prepare by doing yoga for his back"

"fair enough. Give me a moment to wake up properly and shower. Then I'll get ready"

"Thanks Channie. Oh and by the way breakfast is gonna be ready soon"

"Thank you baby"

...

After getting ready and eating breakfast, Chan washes the dishes, puts his shoes on, gathers everyone around, counting them to make sure they are all there and then laying down some rules. Some much needed rules after the whole Street Fair debacle.

"Okay everyone, grab your partner, stick with them at all times and keep your phones on"

"Hyung why are we pairing Hannie and Lixie hyungs up? They're just as terrible as each other"

Before Chan can say anything Minho steps in.

"Chan if you wanna keep an eye on those then I'll go with Jinnie and Binnie, someone's gotta keep Binnies lips warm"

"YAH! You're a menace to society and you should go with the maknaes because maknaes"

"no thank you. We actually keep an eye on our surroundings and know all the best hiding spots. We don't want anyone ruining them."

"Hey you found most of them because of me"

"Yes yes yes all hail the great Bbokari, Felix"

"thank you"

"great. Glad we got that settled. Now let's head down to the park by the forest."

Everyone cheered as they walked outside and made their way down to the park. They were contemplating on asking their manager to drive them but since they had a week off, they decided he needed a week off too.

As they got to the park they got into their buddy system and started the first round of hide n seek with HyungBin counting first. Vocalracha had reluctantly accepted Minho as Changbin begged them to take the hyung. In exchange for saving his lips and butt, he has to buy them food for the rest of the month. Thank god it's only the 14th.

Chan was dragged by Han and Felix into the forest since it'll be easier to hide there and the other 3 had gone to hide on the playground in their animal forms.

"hey I see a hole up in that tree. Maybe we can hide up there in it"

"That sounds like a great idea Hannie"

"that's good and all but I'm a wolf. A big wolf might I add. I'm definitely not gonna make it up there"

"oh hmmm we can hide some where else"

Not one to make the sad quokka even sadder Chan hatched up a plan.

"okay how about this, you two hide in tha thole up there and I'll climb that big tree over there. It's got plenty of branches and leaves so I can even hide up there in human form"

Chan smiles as he sees the excited smiles on their faces at the thought of what they're about to do.

"okay let's do this"

Han quickly changes into Quokka and climbs the tree immediately waiting by the hole in the tree trunk

Felix changes into his baby chick form and waddles to the tree. He tries to climb it but realizes several things. He has wings and a break. He can't fly. And he most certain cannot climb the tree in this form.

Chan swoons at his cuteness and puts his hand on the ground.

"Hey Lixie here, hope on my hand. I'll give you a boost up there"

Felix chirps as he does exactly that. He gets a ride on to Chans shoulder as Chan walks up to the tree.

"Hold on tight baby"

Felix is confused at first but yelps and scrambles to claw and bite into Chan's shirt as Chan climbs the tree.

'Sorry Hyung. That startled me'

"it's okay baby. I should have prepared you for it at first"

Chan climbs the few branches til he reaches the one that Han is waiting on. He helps Felix get on to the branch.

"okay you, remember ... I am 3 trees down. If anything happens you two either call out for me or run to me, got it?"

Han and Felix immediately nod. Chan quickly helps Felix who almost dropped off the branch because he nodded to fast.

"Lord help me. Love you two"

'Love you too' can be heard from the two small critters on the branch.

Chan drops down, grabs Han and Felix's clothes that drop when they changed forms and heads over to the big tree. Making sure to look back until he sees Han and Felix enter the hole.

He gets to the big tree and climbs til he's at the biggest brach and decides to transform into his wolf form and lay on it like a cat. It's covered in alot of leaves so he prays it'll help hide him.

After a quick snooze he hears sounds and whines. He looks around and can't see anything. Thinking that it's coming from his tree neighbors, he hops down from the branch, makes sure all their clothes are where he left them and makes his way towards the tree buddies.

He would transform back into a human but he wanted to be ready for any kind of threat.

He was prepared for just about anything. Anything that wasn't what he was witnessing right now.

In front of him a chick plops out of a hole at the bottom of the tree, covered in dirt and all sorts of stuff. After him a quokka plops out of the tree looking the same.

'Are you two alright'

The two jolt and quickly look up. They see their Hyung and immediately run.

Chan looks at them in confusion as they transform into their human forms and run buck naked screaming for their lives.

It's not until he hears sounds coming from the tree again that he turns his head back and sees a bunch of very angry squirrels who start throwing acorns and nuts at him.

'what the F-ouch!'

He gets pelted by them and runs after the other two screaming. Forgetting the clothes.

As he makes his way through the clearing and to the park, he sees a scared Han and Felix explaining to a shocked Minho, Seungming and Jeongin about what happened.

He sees them all turn their heads and he comes racing out of the forest.

"RUN FOR YOUR FUCKING LIVES. THERES ANGRY SQUIRRELS!"

All the group sees is an army of squirrels throwing nuts and acorns. They all start running and screaming in terror.

Everyone forgetting their clothes and something else they just couldn't put their minds to because they were beyong terrified at what's happening.

They managed to make their way towards their dorm and hide out.

After checking and rechecking the perimeters, they finally manage to calm down. Not a single squirrel in sight.

They sit in the living room asking Han and Felix what had happened.

"Well after we went into the hole, we realized it was a home and that there were nuts stored there. I got a bit hungry and ate it all."

"When he had finished eating, we were joking about how we can move into the tree outside the dorms and start our own little family"

"but it caused us to think how would a quokka and chicken make a baby so we scrapped the idea."

"we got bored of waiting and was about to head out to look for Channie hyung til we heard sounds"

"we looked up to the entry of the hole and saw a bunch of squirrels so I decided to talk to them"

"turns out we slept in their home and ate the food they stored"

"they got angry at that and chased us out. They started throwing nuts at us and Felix tried to fight them"

"They didn't teach us how to fight in a chick form against squirrels in black belt training"

"I had to grab him and push him down towards the hole we found when we got in there."

"and that's when we saw Chan and fled the crime scene"

"Oh shit"

"Guy's I just realized we're all naked"

Everyone turns to each other and looks at each other shocked.

Chan's phone starts ringing and he gulps as he sees JYP's name pop up on his screen.

"Guys we forgot our clothes"

Chan answers the phone and winces as he hears JYP yelling.

"WHY AM I GETTING CALLS FROM NEWS COMPANIES AND YOUR MANAGER TALKING ABOUT 6 NAKED MEMBERS OF STRAY KIDS RUNNING THROUGH A PARK AND DOWN THE STREETS TOWARDS THEIR HOME? YOU GUYS ARE LUCKY NO KIDS OR TEENS WERE OUT AT THE TIME. JUST ADULTS. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS"

"I-.."

"NO DON'T 'I' ME BAHNG CHRISTOPHER CHAHN. I WANT YOU 6 HERE RIGHT NOW. I'M GLAD IT WASN'T ALL 8 OF YOU"

Chan gasps and looks horrified

"Guys we forgot about Hyunjin and Changbin"

"I'M SORRY YOU DID WHAT!?!"

Chan winces once again.

"Sorry sir. We'll grab Hyunjin and Changbin, tell them we have a meeting and they can go do whatever they want."

"See you boys soon"

The call ends and a flustered Chan stares at a wall to mentally prepare himself for the rest of the day.

"What did he say Hyung?"

"All 6 of us have a meeting with him. I'll text our manager to come pick us up. Then I'll text Hyunjin and Changbin they can do whatever they want and I'll shout them and us lunch later on.

After messaging everyone, and making their way to the JYPe building, they spend the next hour getting scolded by everyone there and apologizing profusely about it. They ended up signing some papers, had SKZ's holiday extended until everything dies down and are banned from the building until their holiday is up. Thankfully it was only extended for an 2 weeks and then they'll have another meeting for updates on everything.

After apologizing a few more times and thanking the higher ups , they make their way towards the van to be driven home where they plan to meet up with Changbin and Hyunjin who went out to a museum.

"Hyung should we tell Jinnie and Binnie hyungs?"

"Hell no. They'll take the piss out of all of us for that."

"if they haven't heard the rumours now before the company makes sure no news outlets turned this into the next big thing then they can keep it that way"

"I wanna forget everything that happened"

"This is so embarrassing"

Felix who had been in tears since the incident occured and hadn't stopped crying til they got to the car, looks around at everyone.

"let's make a pact to never mention this ever again. We'll go home, try and see if Changbin and Hyunjin had heard anything, go about our day, have a nice lunch, and celebrate the rest of Hannies birthday. By tomorrow we forget everything that happened."

Everyone nods and brings their hands into the middle shaking on it.

"Good. Now let's go have some fun and take our minds of things"

"maybe we can go pick up our clothes from the park and forest as well"

After grabbing their clothes from the park and forest they make their way home.

Changbin and Hyunjin were there waiting for them to arrive.

"Hey how did the meeting go"

"why weren't we needed for the meeting?"

"oh there was something that required uhm"

Chan was having a hard time coming up with an explanation so Felix quickly shouted

"I'M MAKING SOME BROWNIES AND COOKIES WHO WANTS SOME?"

Everyone cheered and Changbin along with Hyunjin forgot all about their curiosities. None the wiser.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A flushed Chan finishes recounting what he remembered from that day and sits back on the chair.

"I'm gonna need about 12 bottles of soju to drink away the memories"

"you ain't the only one Hyung"

There's a moment of silence before the room is filled with giggles and laughter. All of it coming from Changbin and Hyunjin. One is laughing as he wiggles on the couch, while the other laughed so hard he fell off the couch and is now on the floor laughing away with tears in his eyes.

After an hour of tears and calming down they start breathing normally again. They wipe their tears away with the tissues an annoyed Minho gives them. Neither of the two payed attention to his threatening glances as if he is willing to shove the tissues down their throats if they didn't stop.

"are you two done now?"

They both nod with a bit of a giggle but not enough to send them into another laughing fit.

"I can't believe you two discussed if a Quokka and a Chicken could have sex. Chickens lay eggs. And you guys call me the leader of paboracha"

"really. Of everything I said, THAT is the takeaway from all of this"

"oh I have blackmail now. I can use it to finally get my Innie and Bokkie kisses"

"That is just wrong. Morally wrong"

"I'm am but a mere dwaekki without morals. I know it seems unethical but really.... I can finally get what I want"

"speaking of you two...where the fuck were you guys?"

"oh we forgot all about the game because it was hard to find anyone in their skzoo forms. So we went out for ice cream"

Chan becomes so done with them.

"and we told you guys what happened"

"the lion"

"the witch"

"and the audacity of this bi- OW!"

"Felix no swearing. Do you want to put another 10000 won into the swear jar?"

"I mean you did mark it for your funeral old man, so let the baby swear"

"I don't get paid enough for this"

"Guys I just had a thought"

Everyone turns to stare at Hyunjin.

"Can any one of us get each other pregnant? Cuz I'd like to see a ferret chicken combo. Just one long yellow cheese stick really"

Everyone groans as they all get up and walk away to do their own thing.

"yup their goes our leader of paboracha"

"your thinking skills astounds me"

"he needs a brain in order to think in the first place. He's surviving off one braincell that paboracha shares and today isn't his day to use it"

"hey!"

"we're not that stupid"

"If anyone here is stupid then I think it would be Felix for thinking he could tae Kwon do an army of squirrels by himself in his chick form"

"I reckon I could take them on"

"sure sure Felix. Whatever you say"

"but I totally could"

Felix starts whining before an idea pops into his head.

"hey wait I have an idea"

"what's your idea Bok-ah?"

"Well since it's my birthday today why don't we all go to the park and finish off that hide n seek match we never really got to finish"

Everyone agrees, gets ready and sets off to the same big park with the big forest.

"I guess since we are here to finish it off, Binnie and I can recount"

Everyone agrees to this and go hide as HyunBin begin to count.

Everyone has changed into their animal forms and makes a dash towards different areas.

It's peaceful as Chan lays down in the ground behind a tree that feels awfully familiar. Before he can wonder why he hears screams.

He makes his way down towards another familiar tree and sees a naked Han and an equally naked Felix run from out behind the tree making their way towards the opening.

Chan hears some rustling and looks down to see some angry squirrels and it hits him why the area seemed familiar to him.

"oh for fu-"

A squirrel throws a nut at him stopping him from finishing his sentence.

He sets off screaming about killer squirrels out to get him as he makes his way towards the clearing.

This time he makes his way towards the park and Changbin and Hyunjin are there to witness it all.

They're all attacked by flying nuts and acorns as they all race out of the park and back towards their dorm.

Chan looks behind him and sees that the squirrels stopped at the edge of the park before it starts heading towards the side walk. They turn around and go back towards the forest. Chan sighs in relief and continues running alongside his members.

By the time they make their way back to the dorms, they're all panting and calming down from the run.

"it's safe. They didn't follow us back"

"oh thank god"

"who knew squirrels had great memories"

"they recognized us immediately"

Before anyone else could say something, Chan's phone rings. He feels a sense of de ja Vu as he answers the call.

"hey s-"

"DO NOT HEY SIR ME! I JUST GOT A CALL FROM A CERTAIN GROUPS MANAGER WHO TOLD ME THAT HE SAW 8 IDIOTS RUNNING DOWN THE STREET. ITS A FUCKING UPGRADE FROM LAST TIME. IN MY OFFICE. ALL 8 OF YOU! MANAGER IS ON HIS WAY"

The call ends and Chan's wincing since he answered dies out. He groans as he looks around at everyone.

"oh god we did it again"

Everyone immediately clicks on as the sense of de ja vu all of them but HyunBin felt hits them like a freight train.

"oh god we're all naked again"

"is this how the first time felt?"

"welcome to the "your dead" gang. Can't believe that happened again"

"Hannie, Lixie, What the hell?"

"we found a tree that looked awfully familiar. We saw this hole close to the ground and went inside. Who knew it was the same tree as last time. The squirrels started yelling at us throwing a nut at Lixies head. I couldn't let that stand so I fought them."

"I had to stop the fight and got them to be civil with each other."

"they told us they remembered us from back then and they got angry. It probably didn't help that I ate their nut supply"

"again*

"well we just booked ourselves a free ticket to a meeting at JYPe building"

Everyone groans

"our manager is on his way so let's clean ourselves up, get ready and mentally prepare ourselves. At least Felix isn't crying"

"I'm doing well"

"great. Hold that in til we get to the meeting "

"We can pick up our clothes from the park on our way there"

"yeah I'll let the manager know when we comes by"

"wait... I just realized....what has this got to do with Han, rooming with Felix and kisses?"

"Ever since that day, Han had spent the whole 4 week holiday in quokka form trying to put a baby into poor baby Lix."

"thank god I was there to intercept every time."

"hey! At the time I thought it could be possible"

"first off lixie was a baby chick you idiot"

"second of all and let's let these two in on it....we took Han to a very special vet friend who gave him the whole sex talk and anatomy talk of a quokka and a chicken"

"hey I learned my lesson okay. I am a changed person"

"haven't changed enough since we got into this mess once again because of you"

"and by tomorrow I'll be a changed man again"

"at least this time he ain't trying a weird form of species intermixing"

Everyone goes about doing their thing to get ready for a long day ahead.

What a wonderful way to spend the 15th of September

[senorincognito69]

Skincrawlers (woman into insect TF tale)

(Woman into insect)*

Witchcraft stores are a rather common business venture amongst covens and practitioners of the arkane, a store is, after all, the simplest way to offer your services to those that may desire them. You may not believe it, but one of those stores may be very near you, they may appear anywhere, even in a spot you thought was a Starbucks.

And they can just as easily go away.

The norm in such establishments is to offer the usual mix of magicks, trinkets and other witchey gizmos. Witches tend to be picky about their craft and the variety of spells, incantations and potions a store might offer will be as varied as the members of the coven are. Some witches may choose to focus on offering services rather than goods or goods rather than services. Others, being more entrepreneurial, even try to franchise their kind of boutique, perhaps turning them into spas or salons in which the product being sold is the pleasure of magic itself. There’s also, of course, the ones that, being skillful or comfortable with a particular magical gimmick. become specialised.

Such was the case of that tattoo studio.

From the outside it looked, for the most part, just like any other skin-inker shopfront that you may have seen before, maybe slightly odd, with a wacky name, and you wouldn’t recall having seen that tattoo place before, so it would stand to reason that it only opened recently, making it even more interesting.

If you enter you will be warmly welcomed and, after a short wait, when your turn comes, they will lead you to the back room of the store down a corridor. From the walls of the corridor hang several frames showing the art being offered. Beautiful pieces… shown in squares that seem to be made of skin, living skin, as if a person had been flattened and stretched into a canvas over a flat surface, reduced into faceless pieces of art… their genitals exposed, pussies, dicks, boobs, nipples and some buttholes from those that got their tattoo on their rear…

Subtle muffled moans will then follow.

Then you will reach the place where the magic happens.

One of the most interesting offerings from the studio is a tattoo that grants luck, a tattoo that must be in the form of a bug. An insect, arachnid, mollusk… some sort of lowly crawling lifeform. As long as the tattoo is on your skin lucky things will happen to you, but as those things happen the residual energy of your improved chances will gradually, slowly, accumulate in that bug on your skin.

Until…

Dina had a mantis tattoo on the back of her left thigh.

It wasn’t the only tattoo on her white skin, but it was the one  that her existence was held upon. She was quite an alternative looking chick, with a short bob haircut dyed vivid red, multiple tattoos and piercings, in her lips, nose, ears, nipples… cunt… A very curvy woman about to enter her thirties, with an ample bust and ample hips, juicy ass and juicy boobs. She was walking out of a steamy shower, smirked and winking at her foggy reflection in the mirror, before leaving the bathroom barefoot and holding a towel across her tits.

Carlota, Dina’s roommate, was sitting on the couch in her pyjamas, doing mindless net surfing. She groaned when she saw Dina enter the living room.

“Yikes, bitch, could you put on some pants at least?” she growled after the redhead moved her big butt in front of her. “I don’t need to see your fat ass every day!”

They had been friends and living together for more than half a decade. On that day Dina had a date… with Carlota’s ex.

“Then go live somewhere else!” the redhead answered, chuckling. “I’m thirsty!”

Dina went towards the kitchen, unfortunately her towel was a bit too long and luckily her feet stepped over the fluffy cloth. She squeaked, losing her balance and fell forward, slamming against the floor boobs first. After the short initial shock Carlota burst into laughter watching her pal laying naked and spread on the floor.

“Maybe you should walk on all fours like a pig!” she gloated.

The redhead groaned, rubbing her sore tits as she got up onto her knees. She was about to bark something back at Carlota’s laughter, when she noticed something on the dusty floor under the couch. Squinting her eyes she leaned forward, stretching her arm between carlota’s legs.

Carlota frowned.

“What the heck are you doing now?” she asked, putting her legs on the couch.

Dina didn’t answer until she managed to reach the edge of her objective with the tip of her fingers. Her rear raised up, her boobs pressed against the floor, she stuck her tongue out, stretched out with the nails, slid the paper along the floor…

“Aha!” triumphantly she pulled a fifty dollar bill from beneath the couch, not caring about her nudity as she stood up, one hand on her waist and the other proudly showing off her find. “Am I a lucky whore or what?”

Carlota’s mouth dropped open.

“Hey…!” she babbled. “Hey! Those are the fifty bucks I lost last week!”

The redhead giggled, shaking the money in front of her roommate’s eyes.

“Na! Na! Nana! Finders keepers, bitch!” Dina stepped back, holding the bill with both hands, admiring it. “He, he, guess I’m gonna woo your ex with some extra sweets tonight!” 

Carlota was furious, but her anger was distracted by something else… something that made her frown… she raised her hand… and slapped Dina’s left thigh from behind.

“AY! HEY!” Dina cried in pain, jumping away. “You moron! I was gonna give you the money back, but now I’m keeping it!”

“No!” Carlota swore from the edge of her seat. “I saw something moving under your ass! A bug or something!”

“What?!” the redhead tried to bend to see her own butt. “Where?! If this is a joke I’m gonna be pissed!” a bit of panic crept into her voice.

Carlota didn’t say anything, she was lost for words.

Right below Dina’s ass, on the back of her left thigh, the mantis, the mantis drawn with ink on her skin, was moving, flapping its wings and stretching its insectile limbs.

“What the what…?” muttered Carlota.

The mantis moved as if it was alive… or as alive as a well animated cartoon. It crawled around the two dimensional space, tracing a couple of circles before climbing over her buttocks, Dina’s skin was a silver screen for its display.

“I feel something! Tickles!” Dina complained. “Is it still there?! Smack that fucking thing again! KILL IT!”

Carlota remained shocked.

“T-That can’t be,” she gulped.

“What can’t be?!” Dina shouted, grabbing her buttocks. She put a hand on top of the mantis and the mantis passed from skin to skin.

“Your hand, look at your hand!”

Dina looked where her roommate was pointing, her fingers lost their grip on the fifty dollar bill, her face was instantly disfigured by horror and confusion.

“What the what…?” she muttered.

The ink mantis cocked its head, staring upwards, seeing the woman’s head above and beyond the confines of its skin world. Dina began to yell, fully frenzied, she slapped her hand.

“Get it off! GET IT OFF!” 

Jumping around naked she slapped and slapped, but she couldn’t touch the mantis, but only felt its pointy legs crawling through her skin, under her skin, climbing her arm, sliding down her shoulder.

“NO! NO! NO!”

She tried to squeeze the pest between her boobs, like all the other strikes it accomplished nothing. The bug just walked away from the breasts. Dina’s lips trembling, she dropped to her knees.

“Stop!” the mantis was rushing down her belly, towards her crotch. “NOT THERE!”

In desperation the redhead scratched her skin with her nails, the mantis didn’t even bother to dodge, becoming lost inside the woman’s wide dark pubes.

“STOP IT! STOOOOOOOOOOOOOP! NIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIH!”

Dina’s neck tensed up, her arms opened wide, she clenched her face, held her breath as her vaginal lips were spread open.

The mantis was in.

She began to gasp again, groaning and moaning, her skin buzzing and red everywhere where it had been slapped or scratched. Carlota, who was ducking scared in a corner of the couch, babbled, half-sobbing: “Dina… are you okay?”

“What do you think?!” screamed Dina, looking down at her defiled crotch with furious tears making her sight watery. “It’s inside me! That thing! It’s inside me!”

“C-Calm down, maybe we can…”

“FUCK YOU CALM DOWN! It’s inside me! INSIDE MEEEEEEEEH!”

The screaming wasn’t going to stop any time soon. Dina tried to stand up only to be put back down on her knees almost immediately. Her joints snapped, her limbs contracted in bizarre ways as she groaned breathlessly.

“FFFFFFFFFFFFFUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! It’s inside! Itshhh nghhhhhhhh meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

Carlota shook her head when Dina put her hands on her crotch and used both of them to start to masturbate.

“Dina stop!” she begged.

“Oooooooooh! AAAAAAAAAAH! Y-You think I wouldn’t iffffff I could?!”

Louder and louder moans.

The redhead put her head against the floor as she shoved as many fingers as she could inside her pussy, her legs spread and her ass was pushed high. Carlota covered her mouth, perfectly seeing her mate going full hog. It was an unreal level of pleasure, but it didn’t do anything to calm Dina’s anger… or fear. She bit her lips with frustration, reaching an orgasm that would bring her little joy.

“HMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

She came and squirted, convulsing until the stiffness in her muscles loosened and she fell flat.

“D-Dina…?” mumbled Carlota.

With a great effort, trembling, dishevelled, sticky wet, Dina got up onto all fours.

“Carlota… C-Carlota…” her voice shivers.

“I’m here, I’m with you…”

“Cccccarlotaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Her cry was followed by a loud cracking sound, her spine stiffened, her asscheeks began to swell.

“This isn’t real!” Carlota sobbed.

The flesh on Dina’s rear pushed forward at once with a slimy sounding explosion.

“YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!”

A second pair of legs sprouted fully formed from the redhead’s buttocks. A grotesque vision out of their wildest dreams. Both women yelled uncontrollably, Dina stood up on her two pairs of legs, pulling her hair as looked down at them.

They were real.

They were hers.

She could use them to move, shake the ten extra toes, feel the wetness caused by orgasms on the floor with her new pair of barefoot soles.

“How is this happening?! How is this possible?!” logical questions for an illogical situation. “I HAVE FOUR LEGS!”

As Carlota saw her panicked mutated friend stepping around with double the feet she came to the gnarly realisation that she slowly spoke out loud as if she was in a trance.

“You… You don’t have four legs… You have… six limbs…”

Dina looked at her, she couldn’t take any more.

“What do you mean with thaaaaaAHHHHHHHHHHHHHT!”

Between the four thighs Dina’s crotch pulsed.

“Six limbs… Like an insect… a bug…” Carlota stopped a moment before finishing the sentence, staring at her friend’s swollen vulva as it opened and closed with needy fluctuations, a spark of amazement in her terrified tone. “A mantis.”

“Nnnnnnnnnnnno! No! Don’t say thaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

Dina’s pelvis was pushed backwards and she felt the pull in her stomach. Forced to open her legs by the reforming of her hips she put her hands on her front thighs, curling her toes, moaning as loudly as possible. The mass of her rear expanded, stretching beyond its limits. Her pierced pussy and anus grew to absurd proportions, squeezed together at the end of the forming appendage, at a slower pace than the abrupt sprouting of her extra legs, but still too quickly for someone that desired nothing but for the changes to end and reverse.

Comfort and discomfort, mammal and insect.

The reshaping flesh was filled with strange organs and unusual sensations.

An utterly inhuman sight.

“Your abdomen…” Carlota whispered.

“MY ASS!” cried Dina, twisting her neck as much as she could to look at the heavy protuberance that now hung from her rear. “This is not happening to me! WHYYYY! Fuuuuuck! FUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I was going on a date tonight!

The bug-to-be-woman put her hands on top of her abdomen, the skin was trembling, tense, very warm. She slammed a fist against her abdomen, the impact cracked the skin as if it was a dead leaf and from the cracks leaked a greenish substance.

“I’M NOT A BUG! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!”

Dina grabbed her head, yelling.

At the same time, on top of her rear and on top of her abdomen, a slimy sound was followed by a piercing pinch. The skin tore apart from the inside, failing as if it was nothing in a spectacular burst of metamorphosis. On her head, above her nose, a pair of antennae sprouted, on her abdomen, more remarkably, a pair of wings. Two sets of pinkish translucent insect wings attached one after the other to her abdomen and what was left of her waist. The human remains fell off from the flapping wings, dry, wrinkled, dust, beneath them was revealed the abdomen’s carapace, it was a lush lime-green shade and bore the brand new shine of an exoskeleton in the making.

The wings flapped, but their owner was too large to fly.

For now…

“NOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOO!”

Absolute despair.

Her pupils shrank into dark points as the rest of her eyes turned yellow, her skin cracked, more of the green carapace surfacing while her waist shrank.

“NOOOOO!”

A sort of mantis drider.

“Not my arms! NOT MY HANDSHHHHHHHHH!”

The antennas were swinging in distress, on the bottom edges of each of her arms a line of pointy spikes sprouted, her hands lost their fingers when the curved hook like pincers of a mantis front legs emerged, curved like scythes. Legs snapped and gained one extra segment above the thighs, arms one at their end, shoulders compressed.

Dina focussed her attention on her horrified flatmate.

“Ca-Carlottta… Am a monster! Am a f-f-freakkkk!”

Her crackling voice made her seem even more nightmarish.

“Don’t get too close!” pleaded Carlota.

Dina didn’t listen to her demands, maybe because her ears were detaching. With insect-like moves, almost predatory, she moved over Carlota, putting her middle legs on top of the couch and her wet pincers over Carlota’s trembling shoulders. Carlota couldn’t look away from her transforming friend, Dina’s face was breaking, one of her yellowish eyes swelling quicker than the other. She was so close that Carlota noticed the mirriad of tiny hexagonal shapes covering the surface of the cornea.

When Dina spoke her mouth swung in strange ways.

“Help-p-p kkkkk! Tis your fault-t-t-t! Tat tat wash y-y-your ide-de-dea!”

Carlota’s hands had ended over Dina’s boobs.

“How could we know this would happen?!” she wept. 

“I d-d-dun kar-r-re! I kank breath-th-th! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKIKIKIIIIIIIIIIKK!”

Fear made Carlota squeeze the tits. With that last long shout Dina’s face was torn in two by her mantis head. The large yellow eyes took most of the space, the mouth spread into four lateral pincers, red hair and her piercing dropping away. Dina jumped backwards, standing on her back legs, like a horse or a centaur, kicking the air with her front ones, losing every shred of human skin.

Her boobs had been left in Carlota’s hand, where they also crumbled into pinkish dust, leaving the nipple piercings in her flatmate’s hands. 

A woman sized mantis in the middle of the living room.

“KEKEKEKEEELP! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!”

Seeing Dina’s fractured voice coming out of the mantis’ head was bizarre, but it helped Carlota to snap out from her terrified trance. When the body of the insect began to compress and shrink she leapt away from the couch and ran towards the kitchen, knocking down one of the living room’s lamps.

Alone in the room Dina shrank, her voice diminishing with her size.

“Heeeeeeelp! Tis ka-kant happe to me! Am a WORM! A wommmmh! Pliiiii! Kikikiki! Helppp! Kant be buuuuu…!”

Diminishing, until all that was left was a mantis.

A mantis sized mantis.

Her exoskeleton was pristine lime green, six legs, an alien body. The magic that had robbed her of everything had decided, for some arbitrary reason, to reshape some of her piercings so they remained in her body, a couple in her face and the one in her sex organ at the end of her abdomen.

Carlota came back with a crystal glass in her hand.

The woman walked slowly until she saw the mantis jumping around on the floor, she got to her knees and put the glass over the insect, trapping it. Inside the glass the mantis kept jumping, insectoid moves with human intent. The flickering light of the overturned lamps cast their light over the pierced mantis and the mantis' shadow was projected across the wall.

A large shadow for such a small thing.

With her hands on her beating chest Carlota realised the shadow was odd and big… it was Dina’s naked human silhouette, still terrified of her fate, that’s all that was left of the woman she had been.

Carlota gulped… 

She pulled up the sleeve of her pyjamas, on her right arm, above the wrist, in bright red ink… a ladybug tattooed on her skin…

Now that Dina was a mere bug… how long could it be until she ran out of luck and the tickling of crawling ran through her skin?

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The Top Ten Reasons Not to Date Anyone Who Makes a Top Ten Reasons to Date Them List

by Jake Hurwitz

We've all seen them, they make their way into the AIM profile of girls from all kinds of sports teams. Date a volley ball player because, "We can't get enough balls!" date a swimmer because, "We love to get wet!" Well I'm not dating any of you whores until you get a life and stop making those goddamn lists. Here's the top ten reasons why:

10. You're conceited. You think you're so cool Miss Softball player because you "like to round the bases" Well I'm sorry but you're not the greatest thing since sliced bread", because being smug is a complete turnoff, and sliced bread is fucking awesome.

9: You're all posers. You copy each other, man. Come on, basically every single one of you says, "We're always looking to score!", unless you play a sport that focuses on endurance rather than goal scoring, in which case you will undoubtedly say, "We're always willing to go the distance!" Real original, tramp.

8. A good number of your reasons don't make sense. I admit some of your suggestions can be clever, but isn't it a little ridiculous to be like, "Date a badminton player because we love the (shuttle)cock!" You can't just ignore the word "shuttle", it changes the meaning of the statement entirely.

7. You're trying too hard. I'm really not the kind of guy who has a check list 10 items long that I must go through before trying to get with someone. In fact, I really only need one thing on your list: "1. If you get me drunk enough I will probably sleep with you, or at least give you a blowjob." Really? Perfect, you're in!

6. You won't have time for me! You're clearly very devoted to that sport you play since you think it's so cool that you participate in it. And when you're not busy practicing or playing that sport you're probably sitting on your computer making up lists.

5. I bet you're ugly. Swimmers have big shoulders, softball players have big hips, runners are too skinny, basketball players are too tall and for God's sake, cheerleading isn't a sport!

4. We're not compatible. Obviously you play a sport, which means you're somewhat active. Which clearly means we're going to butt heads over stupid little things like how I wake up no earlier than 2 in the afternoon, or that I sit on my futon naked and watching re-runs of Boy Meets World all day.

3. Can't I just date one of your chubby friends? I don't want to deal with some girl who has a superiority complex, and you clearly think you're hot shit. I think I'll stick to the one ugly girl you decent looking ones keep around to make yourselves feel good, her self esteem is so low that she'll do anything!

2. Anyone can come up with one of these lists, not everything on them is an absolute fact. Maybe I should date one of those nerdy chicks from the psychology club right? Because her "favorite part of the body is the head!"; give me a break, loser!

1. You probably wouldn't go out with me anyway. :(