#they are a bunch of sadists and not in a sexy way

[vincinder]

I loathe that trope. the I was a villain once but I redeemed myself and now I'm just starting to show my most vulnerable human side only to end up sacrificing myself for the sake of the people I love. fuck you very much he deserves being happy, not be condemned to a miserable existence in order to give the people he loves a chance to live their lives

[alexas-fandom-and-random-blog]

I need to get it out of my chest so here's some Striker theories/speculations fandom has come up with that I heavily dislike and why.

Striker has some royalty blood from one parent or both.

Oh God that would suck so much if it became canon cause it absolutely defeats the purpose of his character so far, that of being a lower class imp hating royals with valid reasons even if his actions are violent and sadistic.

As he is he has such an interesting antagonistic role in the story and offers a bunch of good lines directly opposing and questioning the heroes values, choices and morality.

His mere presence and open bashing of the upper class is just good social commentary! If his hatred stems from a combination of his narcissistic nature and bitterness that being born an imp (even mixed or hybrid) robs him from ascending further into the social ladder or even if he survived a traumatic encounter with a royal as its implied and it's fuelled by anger or a combo of all those things all are good for telling a compelling story! All can be done in very interesting ways!

But making him yet another character tied closer to royalty than just being a random person that got screwed over is honestly an underwhelming concept.

Getting screwed over for no good or justified reason should be common with Hell's racist and classist system as its been presented so far and we should get confirmation of that instead of having Striker added to the trend of each of the main characters having special connections with higher ups. It's not only redundant at this point but would make his motivation and social commentary that much weaker.

I swear if it just becomes another daddy or mommy issue imma rage quit so fast!

Striker is half shark demon

His sound design is explicitly constantly emulating the noises a rattlesnake makes. Since he's most likely a hybrid and he says to Blitzo how they are "superior to most of our kind" he's definitely part imp. So we got two halves and we got snake demon and imp, so it's basically covered? lol I don't know how this theory became so popular😅

He doesn't even look close to the design of the other sharks

he only looks like Chaz a little bit.

And lots of characters share similar characteristics like that snout.

This one had some merit with the ringed eyes and imma be real I haven't noticed those elsewhere but like even if he had a grandpa shark what purpose would that serve?

Bah I just don't like it. Let the man be a slimy snake! Its more unique and it suits him better!

Striker is asexual cause he got grossed out by sex jokes

No...just no..

To be clear you could totally read him as asexual! But the reason being the damn sex jokes is giving me whiplash. Striker got flustered and frustrated at best cause the timing of each sex joke was inappropriate as all hell and cause everyone did it as he tried to be intimidating and threaten/kill them. If anything they were bruises to his ego not any indication to his libido.

But like... In all seriousness asexual confirmation deserves more than a reaction to sex jokes.

Hellaverse does it better with Alastor. In his case it does tie in with his sexuality.

Same goes with all the theories that he's homophobic too.

He did the sexy villain thing trying to seduce Blitzo like so explicitly and smiled when Blitzo called it hot then! What are you talking about?

Different situation, more receptive to sexual undertones and instigating them too. That's what I'm trying to say!

And again. Asexual reading can apply. But it can't be just the sex jokes alright?!😭

(yeah yeah it's a joke on itself. still valid I get it.)

Striker is related to Crimson and Moxxie.

Oh this one is the worst one and absolutely gives me a heart attack and thank goodness for the crew's soft confirmation that they aren't via strixxie fanart cause no joke I'd cry since its my favourite ship!

It's just similar horns!!! Striker was designed as a mix between Moxxie and Blitzo and that's the only reason why!

Striker also had sexual tension with Blitzo on screen are you gonna tell me they are related too cause he was designed with half of him in mind?

I hate this theory so much.

Granted purely for shipping reasons but holy shit it got popular and I hated that!

I've had enough with turning every ship into potential incest just cause and harassing fans over it!

Got such "Fizz and Blitzo are siblings" deja vu😬

Ahem...

Anyways yeah that's all.

To end it more positively I love the snake man! Didn't spot him on the trailer but still hope we see him in the upcoming episodes🥺

Preferably doing shit like this and traumatizing everyone lmao! (with no godawful statue jokes in sight thank you very much)

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere 2p America Headcanons: His Doll (Hetalia)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is with 2p America and I hope that you enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer 1: 2p America is not a canon or official character in the Hetalia universe. He is a fanbase made character and these are the main traits that the community has given him for the most part (Edited)

Disclaimer 2: 2p America is not yandere in canon, since he is a fanbase he can be made yandere, but for the most part he is not. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you! HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With 2p America From Hetalia-

.2p America is a punk and bag guy to his core, you could even call him the Villain.

.He loves baseball and LOVES his baseball bat that has nails in it and blood on it.

.He is a major flirt and he flirts with you a lot!

.Because you are the person that he loves the most.

.He would shamelessly flirt with you and hit on you, even if you turn him down every time he is not going to give up.

.Of course, if he is horny enough he will look for someone else if you keep turning him down and fuck them, just to take the edge off.

.He is a diehard vegan and would not take kindly to someone putting any animal product in his foods or drinks.

.He would not want to kiss you after you eat meat, saying that is gross, though he would still kiss you even if you did cause the urge to fuck his darling is more than his die-hard veganism.

.He would 100 percent be a bad influence on you, bringing out your bad side with ease.

.When he gets drunk he ends up drunk texting you asking why do you not love him.

.He is low key a needy little fuck that loves you so much and as a yandere, he is greedy for your attention.

.He wants to be the one and only person you focus on, he can get downright nasty with anyone that steals your attention from him.

.He has a huge temper and his yandere side would make him beat up anyone who checks you out and maybe even kill them.

.He would kill his rivals, after torturing them of course.

.He would beat them blood, dry, and then bloody again.

.Of course, he would do that to all his rivals because he is a sadist and unfortunately, that ends up dripping on you a bit.

.He can be sometimes an irrational yandere, in which if more guys are checking you out that he would blame you for leading them on and being a fucking tease.

.He might even punish you, or worse lose his temper and smack you with an open palm.

.That is because of his very bad temper and he has to work on it a lot.

.He would of course instantly feel so much fucking regret and spill you, we have to remember he is a 2p which means he is insane and a murderer.

.He would never actually want to hurt you outside a punishment and he would hate himself for it, but sadly it might happen again.

.This man seriously needs a whole bunch of therapy and anger management.

.He would also of course call you doll, dollface, babe, and sugar. (Yes even if you are a masc)

.He is the type of yandere that is so easily jealous that it is ridiculous.

.He also is the type of yandere that does not share.

.It is almost like you are his favorite shiny toy and there is NO WAY he is sharing with anyone.

.He may even lock your pretty little butt up. Making sure that you can never ever leave him and that no other man or woman or whatever (his words not mine) can even look at you, let alone take you away from him.

.He would confess over and over and over, with the most shameless flirting and most of the time saying stuff like "You wanna fuck!?"

.He really has no class, but finally, when he gets serious about it he confesses to you with all his heart and that is bad if you turn him down.

.If accept his love he will fist-bump the air and go "Fuck yeah!"

.If you turn him down, get ready for a bat with nails in it to your head, he is not taking no for an answer and is kidnapping your ass.

.Also he cusses a lot, so there is that lol.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

[alyceinwonderland777]

I need to vent because some people are just dumb as hell

A few minutes ago I was messing around and came across a post on Reddit where a user was criticizing a post about Alastor that they read here on Tumblr.

Basically, the Tumblr post in question was saying that the fact that Vivziepop portrayed Alastor as charming, sexy and with a sympathetic side is problematic because, according to them, it erases the harm that Alastor has done to his victims. They also added that since Hazbin Hotel is a show for adults it should treat the topic seriously and not make the audience feel sympathy for a serial killer.

Now...let's unpack this.

You can write a villain as charming, sexy and/or sympathetic while at the same time making it clear that their actions are wrong. An example of this is Aro Volturi from the Twilight movies. He is not sympathetic, but he is extremely charming. Despite that the movies made very clear that his actions and the Volturi's actions are wrong. Is Aro charming? Yes. Does that erases the fucked up shit he did? No.

It all depends on how you depict things.

Nuanced and sympathetic characters show us that, except special cases, things aren't always black and white. A bad person can have positive traits and do good things from time to time and a good person can mess up. They also show us that sometimes unresolved traumas can lead a person to become dangerous to themself and others.

If you want my opinion, this black and white thinking is an almost fascist way of thinking.

Furthermore, since Hazbin Hotel is a show for adults, it's assumed that an adult is able to distinguish right from wrong. It's children who need moral guidance, not adults, so please leave us the fuck alone.

Furthermore, many serial killers have managed to attract their victims by exploiting charm. Two examples of this are those pieces of shit Ted Bundy and Rodney Alcala. These two freaks of nature lured many of their victims by appearing charming and charismatic. This is a fairly common move for serial killers, so portraying a fictional serial killer in this way is only accurate. It shows how even the most unsuspecting people can be ruthless and sadistic beings.

With that said, I'm done. Learn to think critically and expand your mind or you will end up becoming a bunch of breathing puppets.

Anyway here is the Reddit post. As I said in the beginning, OP was criticizing the Tumblr user who said all that bullcrap:

[hanasnx]

Hi! I just read the post you made about Anakin's kinks, that's awesome, I was so invested in the entirely thing lol, so, could you do a version of Vader's kinks? Just if it's okay for you ofc, thank you anyway and have a good day!

thank you for enjoying it i had a fun time reading through a bunch of kink articles 💀💀

funnily enough i’ve thought about this before and how much they’d differ!

i feel like anakin skywalker is very sexually adventurous, and he wants to try everything. everything is exciting and new and explorable and enjoyable to him he really loves doing the weirdest sexual shit and i tried to highlight that curiosity in my original post here

i do wanna say vader’s kinks are going to differ because i believe vader is not as sexually adventurous. he’s done a lot, figured out what he likes and does not like, and therefore he’s decided his boundaries which are often unshakable. i definitely thinks he prefers to do things to you rather than the other way around as vader. being in chronically in control.

@wierdstrangee has a post on a list of vader’s kinks ! i just saw it today :) here. let’s see if i can add anything

kinks he shares with anakin:

! ── more sadist than masochist when it comes to sex, he’s not as agreeable when it comes to receiving pain from you as much as anakin was. when you’re in charge, he much prefers a softer approach. to feel taken care of. (there might be exceptions). when he’s in charge, he enjoys your back talk, and putting you in your place.

! ── bondage: specially with the force since his skills are more fine tuned by now and it’s fun in the right circumstances when he has enough energy. otherwise it’s extenuating

! ── voyeurism: he’d make you give him a show. let you know he’s in charge. if you’ve had a disagreeable attitude because you’re horny, he’d sit in his thrown, spread and open body language, “show me how much you want me.” because the humiliation and frustration of fucking yourself in front of him, is all too sweet

! ── exhibitionism: he likes teetering on the edge of everyone on his ship knowing he’s fucking you. not too much, but just enough to have them questioning it with no evidence to prove it

! ── roleplay/kidnapping/corruption: like strangee said, he’d enjoy playing the big bad villain “tainting your purity.” i LOVED that line. y’all should def read strangee’s post ovmgmgmmg. he himself though doesn’t enjoy receiving it as much as he used to as anakin

! ── dirty talk, humiliating (f receiving), degregation (m+f receiving), “daddy”, edging (f receiving bcos he honestly uses you to edge himself), breathplay (still holds his breath, and still likes to hold yours for you <33), impact play (m+f receiving), face/tit fucking, marking, dacryphilia, overstimulation (f receiving), breeding (f), trickery/coercion rp (f receiving), cum swap, bareback, thigh riding, sensory deprivation

anakin’s kinks vader is no longer open to:

! ── anal: is fine on you but he doesn’t want you to do anything to him, he’s not as open to it as he was before and it reminds him of how weak anakin was begging like that and being at someone else’s mercy in this specific regard.

! ── mechanophilia/technophilia: it’s eh. he takes himself too seriously to enjoy being degraded about this subject, and since he’s matured he looks down on his young self for even thinking something inanimate like that was in the least bit sexy. sex androids served purposes only to weak minded individuals, slave to their rawest and most animalistic desires of procreation. he’s high above that now, sex is no longer necessary for him. merely a simple pleasure

! ── knifeplay/gunplay: boring

! ── foodplay: too messy

! ── his other previous “no’s” still stand

kinks vader has discovered only just now with you:

! ── misusing his lightsaber. he really likes it when you hold his against him. the saber separating the two of you as you point it at him, threatening him to sit down and obey you so you can do whatever you want with him. use him for your basest desires. it’s something he’ll let you best him at every so often, just to keep your confidence high <3

conclusion:

no matter how much vader tries to be a different person than his former self “anakin”, he’s got the same shadow. as if “anakin” was merely a sheet of skin vader shed like a serpent. so there’s not a whole lot of new things he hasn’t tried and certainly now of all times he wouldn’t miraculously gain the kink. however, if you’re not satisfied, hit me up again :) i’ll look through the kink lists online again and see if there’s anything i missed and can dig up. i really enjoyed discussing his psychology in this one. thanks for the ask!

[aprofessionalwithoutstandards]

i need medic to manipulate me (sexual)

Assuming u mean emotional manipulation which is funny bc I don't think he's good at it at all lol. Like obviously you do you and I do me, but let me use this space to like bring out my headcanon. Idk so much fan content portrays Medic as like this Charming And Manipulative Secret Evil Sadist thing but I just don't buy it. Medic tf2 is clearly someone who has a lot of Big emotions and expresses everything he feels, that's why he's Weird or Scary or whatever. He's also definitely charming in his own way but I think he's charming on accident (and it's definitely not in any sort of "conventional" way). Idk I think Medic tf2, the guy who could not go one voiceline pretending he was not planning to kill Merasmus without breaking down laughing and admitting he was lying, is like some King Of Sexy Emotional Manipulation. I think he's only ever good at "letting people's guard down" because he has glasses and thus isn't perceived as "a threat." Idk to me he's a bad liar he's bad at people's emotions it's never something he does on purpose. He can physically manipulate a whole bunch of ur body parts though that's for sure!

[the-boy-branithar]

why is glados simultaneously such a sexy yet unfuckable character. everyone is obsessed with the way she speaks and her whole dommy mummy sadist thing, and YET

obvs, she’s a computer program. her physical form technically encompasses most of Aperture’s facility if you consider anything she controls as being part of her body, but the part that people consider her has nothing yonic or phallic about it, there’s nothing to fuck. it’s just a bunch of cables and casing hanging from a ceiling. can’t even enjoy a cheeky kiss.

but dude. even if she WAS a sexy robot lady, she herself says in portal 2 that the pleasure she used to get from running tests hasn’t done anything for her in YEARS. she’s not even a sadist, she’d get nothing from stepping on your face, the only reason she’d ever sexually dominate you in any way is if she was testing something on you. which ig is fun in its own way but you gotta accept that to her the whole ordeal would be completely sexless and she’s only enjoying it cuz she likes science so much. you’re not even worth humiliating.

[titleleaf]

tell me about your process, inspiration etc for writing your hitcher fic "round and round" (which is a personal favorite btw so hot and so horrible) and uhh for a more specific q what's your favorite line in it?

Thank youuuuuu😭😭😭 I've been morbing around on Twitter talking about how I want to talk about stuff I've already written but not knowing how to go about it, so giving me a chance to talk about one of my favorite horror-canon fics is an incredible treat, thank you❤️

Fic is here @ AO3; it's several varieties of gnarly whumpy John Ryder/Jim Halsey noncon for The Hitcher (1986) so heed the tags, any first-time readers.

I believe this fic is the only time I've ever written time loops but they're a very fun conceit in a horror context especially -- each separate instance of sexual violence isn't what triggers the loop resetting (Jim can't even win on that front, it's a "die and/or be killed" reset) but I find the horror of not being able to escape your situation due to a time loop much spicier and potently frightening than 'ugh, I keep dying before I can reach my objective'. I loved the chance to write each different awful coupling as a different way Ryder might make concrete the insane sexual subtext of the film -- they're different moments of erotic cruelty and extremity, even if nothing technically *violent* is happening (piss desperation is great for this) and getting to write a whole bunch of different ways it could go was a lot of fun in an exchange fic, like giving somebody a Whitman's Sampler of perverse noncon.

It's possible I am too attached to writing stuff that's pointlessly ambiguous, but there's a couple options for how the time loop is working here and I had a fun time integrating all of them

the classic one-person time loop where Jim keeps his experiences after each death and resurrection

they're both sharing the same time loop and Ryder just loves fucking with him (you've heard of "hero is stuck in a time loop and has to convince his allies", have you heard of "villain and hero both stuck in time loop but villain just really wants to fuck hero")

something in between where with each repetition Ryder becomes slightly more aware that they've done this before, that he's been with him like this before, that he's had his way with him in all these various ways and that he's getting closer and closer each time Jim dies to having Jim the way he wants most to have him

The film does a wonderfully perverse villainfucker thing with Ryder wanting Jim to kill him or join him or both -- it's a sadistic power move but it's also a way of wanting to be united with him, and I had a ton of fun writing their final coupling right at the intersection of sex and death, overtly nonconsensual and "it's complicated", active and passive, kinky and violent. Maybe all this evil murderous drifter wanted this whole time was someone to rail him into the mattress, who's to say.

Bad and naughty men having a sadomasochistic duality to them is hot and I love to write about it. (Also damn I forgot I had him getting fucked while soft -- this is a delightful possibility in the world of prostates that I find really sexy but seldom get to write about. Bad Men Get Fucked Soft Challenge!) I also had fun touching on the pain factor in extremely underlubricated rough anal sex for the person doing the penetrating -- I think I touch on that in a recent-ish Rogue One fic but that also fucking hurts, even under happier circumstances than Jim's in this.

For a favorite line: oooooo

Like a reptile, a ghost, his blue eyes just slits in his suntanned face — pleasure unfolding there in the way his head falls back, his mouth setting in a strange smile.

I write a lot of stuff because I've got an image I can't escape from, and Rutger Hauer being sluttily deranged in this movie is such a visual pleasure.

[omniblades-and-stars]

42 and 43 for the fic writer asks?

42. What’s the last fic you read? Do you recommend it?

I last read Body Language and Battle Cries because I have become a card carrying member of the Desabrudas cult. AND IT'S VERY GOOD AND EVERYONE SHOULD READ IT.

Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

Me, like to hurt my characters? Who said that? I would never! Just kidding I think most of what I do is hurting my characters in some way or another. It's about the drama, the potential for growth. And because physical wounds are very sexy.

Thanks so much! These are from this ask game here. Ask me a bunch of questions and distract me from the brain weasels.

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

online oversight is so real.

lyrics

[Verse 1] The year’s 2009 And I’m unsupervised On the internet Nothing could go wrong, I bet I often spent my time Watching vids online And I don’t know this yet It might be something I regret

[Pre-Chorus] ‘Cause how was I supposed to know The things I clicked on long ago Were actually material For someone else’s weird-ass fetish!?

[Chorus] Oh, why did it have to be me? I can’t believe what I’m seeing But now it seems appealing- No! My brain is playing tricks on me How could the image on the screen bring these unexpected feelings? Catalyzed and compromised I turn back time to shield my eyes But, no, I guess it had to be me Why did it have to be me? Oh, no...

[Verse 2] The years go flying by And now I spend my time Looking into it ‘Cause I guess I’m a degenerate (sigh) I forget sometimes That there are kids online And I think back to it I wonder if it’s happened yet

[Pre-Chorus] The internet’s a funny place But it can mess you up in ways I wish I knew before the days I spent time meddling in adult spaces

[Bridge] Oh, do you relate to me? Or is this song problematic? Am I being dramatic? Oh, my innocence and purity Reduced to nothing so early At this point, there’s surely- No more point to close your eyes Be careful where you socialize But it might be too late

[Outro] Sexy times and violent crimes The things they do to growing minds I wish I knew before the time Where it had to be me Why did it have to be me? Oh, no...

------------------------------------------------------------------------------this has been my experience online as a child lol, #ihaveSEENthings

but, this song and splittergirl by weevildoing are talking about the same things.

it's weird, like you look back at what you did and where you were and it just is so... weird.

like, I can't stop or change the fact I lived through goretube.

but whatever you know? what is done is done, and I am strange now.

The line

“there’s surely no more point to close your eyes, be careful where you socialize. but it might be too late”

honestly yeah that hits hard. At some point you stop closing your eyes, and you look at things for what they are.

enthralled in eerie displeasure, this is just something to add onto the pile. Who cares if you just saw a bunch of decaying corpses? Add it to the pile. Who cares if you saw people carving up themselves, add it to the pile.

you just stop feeling so scared eventually, and there’s a sadistic pleasure of seeing this stuff while you constantly have flashbacks after.

it feels awful, but I keep seeing it. You can never escape blood and death on here.

the line also

“sexy times and violent crimes, the things they do to growing minds, why did it have to be me why did it have to be me. Oh no.”

utterly hits too hard, hits way way too hard.

I have both OCD (unrelated I think it’s genetic lol) and cannibalistic intrusive thoughts and feelings due to growing up on the web actually lol.

fun fact when a little starving kid sees a bunch of people eating people and also like dead bloody people sometimes you just get those kinda thoughts and it never stops!

also the fact as a kid I saw a fair few CSA videos. That was pretty fucked up, why do I know this stuff, fuck my life.

like, it really comes back to “be careful where you socialize”

it comes back to being careful about it, but even if you were careful back in those days you still saw it so much.

there’s a reason this video started by saying it’s 2009, that’s goretube era right there lol.

it went from 2006-2011ish some stuff pushed it to 2012 but the moderators started actually becoming a bigger thing than it was back in the day and started catching all the stuff.

did you know currently YouTube’s team of moderators is 10,000+?

yeah they are also utterly traumatized, shout out to the contracted moderators you have my heart! ❤️

[yoongsisbae]

The Fantasy | JJK

You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…

You realized how underappreciated you’ve become in your long term relationship and you can’t take it anymore, you want romance, you want excitement, you want to be wanted! So what happens? You find the courage to find someone better. You just hadn’t expected it to be Jeon Jungkook, who never took anything seriously, especially relationships. But that’s okay, because you don’t want a relationship, you want to be fucked. And that, Jungkook is very good at… ANYWAYS this is a lot of backstory for a shameless fic about getting railed a bunch of times. 

Warning: sadist!jungkook, yandere!jungkook, masochist!reader, CONSENSUAL-NON-CONSENSUAL, if you don’t like that kink at all, then stop right now, because it is literally what the title of the story is about :’), predator/prey, bdsm, I am not an expert, don’t take this as a healthy portrayal of anything :), drunk sex, dubcon, rough sex, safe word use, gaslighting, breakup, really really bad sex that I truly find more triggering than the CNC :’), over-jealousy, toxic behavior, body shaming, reader calls herself overweight (I never use the other word), fingering, knife play, slapping, oral sex, anal, multiple orgasms, overstimulation 

Word count: 10.6k

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“Any fantasies?” 

You hesitate.

Your relationship with Jungkook was going well, perfect, actually. It’s probably the best relationship you’ve ever been in, you realize. Definitely the best sex.

It’s funny how what you thought would be a one night stand has turned into this: cohabiting with – cooking each other dinner, dancing in your kitchen to music, fucking in your kitchen to music, fucking on every surface of your shared apartment – and enjoying each other’s company even when you weren’t in each other’s company, when he was on his computer mixing beats and you were on your laptop writing, sharing each other’s lives and becoming the couple all your friends groan about because you can’t keep your hands off each other. Because Jungkook, like you, had a Guinness World Record breaking high sex drive. And almost Immediately, the very night you decided to hook up with your long time friend, you discovered how compatible you were in the bedroom as well. 

But this, was a bit different.

FIRST TRY

You finish chopping vegetables for dinner, cleaning the cutting board under tap water. Your boyfriend comes up behind you covering your mouth first, pressing his body close to yours next, so forcefully the counter’s edge digs in your abdomen. You grunt against his palm as he pulls your head back, hand squeezing your breast harshly.

“Shhhh,” he calms you down, lips pressed to your ear, picking up a knife from the sink. You stay as still as possible when he runs the knife flat side against the front of your body, up your stomach, between your breasts, tantalizingly slow. And then lets the knife’s tip go under your shirt, turning it, slicing the fabric.

You gasp in surprise against his palm, your noises muffled. He tightens his hold on your body, voice deep, angrier, “Don’t make any fucking noise.”

Jungkook flips you around, pressing you into the wall between the fridge and pantry. Hands wrapping around your throat, straightening your body, he kisses you hard, pushing his tongue inside your mouth. You moan, opening your mouth wider, letting him have his way.

“You’re not supposed to let me kiss you,” he breathes in. Hands pulling at the torn fabric.

“Oh? Oh, sorry.” You moan, “I’m sorry, you’re just so sexy, and I want you so badly,” you speak between kisses, “I can’t help it.” 

He smiles and sighs, carrying you to the bed instead. “We’ll try again,” you giggle. “I’ll be better, I promise.”

FOUR YEARS AGO

You look yourself over in your bedroom mirror, there’s so many straps and lace and ties across your body. You turn to the side and pull in your stomach, wishing you were twenty pounds lighter, so your rolls didn’t stick so noticeably through the tight straps of your lingerie. 

You turn again, twirling around to look at yourself from all angles, admiring the expensive intricate lace. It wasn’t a perfect fit, but overall you felt good, sexy even. It’s been so long since you did up your hair and makeup and tried to be sexy. You didn’t know if you even could be sexy anymore, but looking at the reflection in your mirror, you almost saw the old fun version of yourself again, attempting to break free. This was it, your final attempt. You were going to save your relationship! And show the love of your life that you were just as in love with him as the day you first met. Because you really were, and you missed him. You missed what you had. Somewhere along the way, you had stopped giving each other the attention you both deserved, Somehow it just all went wrong...

Before leaving the bedroom, you pulled on a silk robe, hiding your surprise. You felt self-conscious and unsure, but excited! You haven’t had sex with your boyfriend in weeks. And the last time you did have sex with him, you couldn’t even come. You had fallen into a rut.

“H-Hey-” you hug your boyfriend from behind, kissing his cheek.

“Hey, give me a minute.” Your boyfriend doesn’t even look at you, too busy concentrating on his video game. Ugh. You hated video games. You hated his gamer friends who preoccupied all his time, with their inside jokes, begging him to stay one more hour, two more hours. And you fucking hated that phrase most of all. ‘Just a minute.’ A game minute was not a minute, a game minute was half an hour if you were lucky. You didn’t always hate video games, but now, all you felt was disdain every time you heard the repetitive fighting noises, the ‘cheerful’ music constantly on loop in your house that made you want to rip out your own ear drums. You hated it.

You stand in the center of your apartment, watching bright blue light flood the empty living room. Your boyfriend is laughing with his friends, smashing the keys of his controller, his undivided attention given solely to the gaming monitor in front of him. 

You call out his name, pull the ends of your robe down lower. Just a tease of what’s to come. A preview of what you were offering if he just reached out and took it. He turns to look at you quickly, smiling, “Five minutes! We’re in a raid, I’m sorry!” Just like that, laughing again with his friends, yelling into his mic. 

As the seconds tick by you felt more and more conscious of how ridiculous you looked. How ridiculous you were being. How unwanted and unloved you felt. You pull the ends of your robe tight around your body, your eyes beginning to sting with surfacing tears, your throat painfully dry. Why couldn’t he just look at you, see you? Why couldn’t he just want to be with you?

You quietly turn around and walk back into your bedroom, sit down on your bed and look at your reflection again. You hear faint cheering, the game play restarting again, your boyfriend calling his friends for more backup. And you continue to stare, unable to move, weighted down by all your hatred and pain and heartache.

Sad pathetic overweight woman who can’t even get her own boyfriend to fuck her. 

Then you cried. Arms hugging yourself, because no one else was going to hug you or love you. How insignificant you felt in that moment, how invisible. And to prove your point, as you cried and held yourself together, your sobs were drowned out by loud music and your boyfriend's groans of losing. 

Both of you lost something. There were no winners tonight.

---

After midnight he joins you in bed. But by then you had already changed, took off your tight complicated lingerie, scrubbed off your makeup, put your hair up for bed and pulled over an old oversized t-shirt.

You keep your back to him, rubbing your eyes, red from crying, tears still dried on your face. 

He holds you, kissing your shoulder, and you feel sick to your stomach because no matter how angry you are at him, his rare affection still makes you feel better, makes your heart feel lighter. But these days, your heart felt so heavy from the weight of rejection, these small gestures were meaningless. 

He turns you around slowly, “I’m sorry for ignoring you, baby.”

You hum. It’s late and you’re too tired to argue or start a fight about it anymore. It’s always the same, every night, for months, and yet you’ve still never gotten used to it, never wanted to accept this was now your reality.

Because you yearned for the man you fell in love with. Who would cuddle you on the couch, fall asleep with you to old Blockbusters. And when you woke up he would still be holding you close, and you would wake him up with kisses, giggle softly together; and those soft moments would turn heated, and he’d get on top of you and fuck you into the couch cushions, he didn’t care about the movie anymore, all he cared about was you.

You missed those days. You missed that man. You barely recognize the man lying next to you now. You barely recognize yourself. When did you become like this? So broken, so unhappy and closed off, timid and tired? So fucking lonely?

“Stop, I look like a mess.” You try to shrug him off, feeling ugly.

“No you don’t, you look beautiful.”

“I had dressed up for you.”

“You don’t need to do all that.”

“I waited for you.”

“I’m here now,” He kisses you softly.

He rolls his body on top of yours, a familiar position…the only position you’ve had sex in for years, years! You can’t stand it. How fucking boring sex has become. How boring your entire life has become. You kiss him harder, moving your body from under his, pushing softly against his shoulder so he turns. You pull a leg over his torso, sitting on him. On top now, grinding on his lap, trying to find that spark again, some power for yourself again. You kiss his neck, moaning softly against his skin. He laughs at your enthusiasm. 

Did he just really laugh at you? When you’re trying, really trying to save your love life?

His hands find a hold on your hips, shifting your body back down, rolling over you again. “C’mon baby, you know I like to be on top.”

Ugh.

He pushes himself inside slowly, you spread your legs wider, barely wet enough to guide him in.

Does he love you still? Does he find you attractive anymore?

He pistons into your core, grunting into your shoulder. Quick strokes, chasing his release.

Get out of your head, y/n.

You want to be on top. You want to try something new and fun. You want to actually come. You want anything other than this boring ass vanilla sex every single time, in the same way…for the rest of your fucking life?

“More,” you beg. You wanted more. More passion, more effort, more love.

He pistons into you at a quicker pace. Hard fast strokes that slowly build up the pressure inside you too, his hardening dick finally making it feel good for you too.

You try to focus on that feeling, imaging yourself being fucked somewhere else, maybe in the woods, or in the car, where someone might catch the two of you. You used to do things like that before, in the beginning of your relationship. Even if it was awkward and clumsy, it was fun. You laughed together, and you would come together. You think about those nights again, you think about getting fucked by that actor on that new Netflix show you started watching. The one with the six pack and big arms that could crush your windpipe. You’re so close. 

“I’m close.”

“I can feel it,” He grunts. Focus. Cum. You were so close when he orgasms, his hips stuttering and losing their rhythm, you had been so close.

Neither of you move. He sighs, rolling over. “Do you want me to finish you?” he asks, eyes barely open.

You shake your head, afraid if you spoke you would burst out crying. You're exhausted anyways, you're so tired of it all. Running to the bathroom to clean yourself up, you feel like you can finally breath in.

You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, staring at your reflection for a third time tonight. You look how miserable you are, eyes swollen and red for you crying, lips swollen from his kisses, hair a mess from his sloppy thrusts. 

‘Don’t look away,’ you tell yourself. Your eyes are glassy, with tears starting again. You’re still unsatisfied, still horny, still so utterly alone. 

Misunderstood woman. Used up woman. Ugly woman. Scared woman…scared woman…

You’re too scared to demand for better. One single weak cry for more doesn’t help you. If you can’t make your own boyfriend love you, to find you attractive anymore, what hope do you have to make a stranger love you?

You’re a scared woman, too scared to leave him. Leave…leave leave leave!

After cleaning away your shame you trudged back into your bedroom, saw your boyfriend snoring in your bed, content with his life, and you felt another familiar emotion. You felt furious. 

But this time, in this one single moment, in your anger, you felt courage.

When he woke up that morning, he called out to you, looking for you.

“Baby? Where are you?” You could hear his groggy voice from the living room where you slept. 

“In the living room,” you find your voice.

“Are you making breakfast?” He yells back, “I’m hungry!”

You were sitting on the couch, awake, dressed, with a suitcase, packed with some clothes and that expensive lingerie you had decided to buy.

When he finally does decide to come to the kitchen, you tell him, “I think we need some time apart.”

You let it sink in for him and continue, “I’m going to go stay with my friend while I figure some things out. I…need a break from this.” You stand up, suitcase, purse, and your favorite pillow in your arms.

“Wait wait wait, hold on a second? What?! Why?!”

“I just don’t feel…loved anymore.”

He rushes to your side, holding onto your tense shoulders, “I love you, what? Of course I love you! Is this about me not paying attention to you fast enough last night? Don’t you think you’re overreacting?!”

“It’s not about that. We need some space. I need some space. Don’t you feel it?” you ask incredulously. “That was the first time we had sex in weeks. I have to practically beg you to touch me-”

“What?! That’s not true!”

“We never have sex! We never have sex!” You repeat, pushing him away, “We never just fuck. Do you even want to fuck me anymore?!”

“Of course I do! We just had sex, y/n! What the fuck?”

“Then why don’t you?! Why don’t you fuck me?! Fuck me on the table.” You point to your tiny dining room table, irate. It wasn't about the sex, you knew that, but it also, had everything to do about the sex.

“The t-table, what?! You’re acting so fucking crazy. Why would we fuck on that hard table when we have a bed? We’re not teenagers in high school any more, y/n!”

“So what? SO WHAT?!”

“What makes you think I want to fuck you when you act so desperate all the time!?” You laugh at that, telling him goodbye. “Wait wait, I’m sorry. I didn't mean it. I'm just angry. Y/n, we’ve been in a relationship for six years.That’s just how couples act. We can’t have sex like rabbits all the fucking time. What is wrong with you?! You’re going to throw away SIX YEARS because I won’t fuck you on a table?? Is this a joke?!” He sounds like he’s about to cry, words cracking in his throat.

You’re already pulling your suitcase out the front door. “I’m sorry! Just give me some space. Please!” You can’t watch him be upset any longer, not when you are experienced in how much it hurts to have someone no longer choose you...

FIRST TIME

So this is why you’re here now, sitting at the bar while your friend dances with some guy she just met. 

This is where you first met him.

Well, technically, this isn’t the first first time you’ve met Jeon Jungkook, but it is the first time you thought about fucking him.

Okay, so technically, that’s not the whole truth either. How could you not think about it at least once in a while? When Jungkook is possibly one of the most attractive men you’ve ever met, and definitely the most attractive man in your friend group.

But you were shy and quiet, and always by your boyfriend’s side when you met up with friends, a loyal girlfriend...

Ugh, why won’t men approach you? It is so obvious you’re taken, spoken for, to be his for the rest of your life? You’ve sat at the bar and waited and tried to do what your friend does; be seductive, catch someone’s eyes and look willing and available, yet still, no one has come up to you and asked for a dance, or asked to buy you a drink, nothing, not one single person! 

Why does it work so easily for her and not you? Are you truly that unfuckable? You stir the ice in your drink around and contemplate why no man wants you, is it your face? Your body? Should you smile more? You feel like fucking crying again. 

The music is loud and becoming annoying, your feet are sore, you don't want to spend another twelve dollars on a drink, and just when you’re about to call it a night, send your girl friend a fake text that you’re heading out with someone, because that had been her ultimate goal for you tonight (and instead go back to her apartment with a New York style pizza and pint of ice cream), you finally notice him.

Jungkook sits across the bar from you, talking to a beautiful blonde. You’re not surprised he’s here, Jungkook is the biggest flirt you know. He’ll treat any girl to a good time as long as she doesn’t expect anything more in return. Because Jungkook is well known in your friend group for being a ho.

Not that you blame him, if you looked as good as Jeon Jungkook you’d be a man slut too. If you looked as good as him you definitely wouldn’t be in the position you are now, hardly no dating experience with not one seductive bone in your body. Ugh!

Jungkook catches your eye as you stare at him and you wave at him sheepishly. 

This is so fucking embarrassing. Why did your friend let you walk out of the house with this much makeup on?! It was the same style you wore last night, dark black eyeshadow, accentuating your eyes and red lipstick. It hadn’t worked on your boyfriend, why did you think it was going to work now? You shifted awkwardly in your tight dress. Too tight. You never wore dresses like this, the fit short and revealing. So embarrassing. 

But Jungkook, having seen you, has to go weaving through bodies to say hi to you, like the sweet friendly man he is. “Holy shit, y/n! What are you doing here? Jimin, finally let you out?” He yells over the music, leaning close to you, a friendly smile on his face. You know Jungkook was only joking, he loves teasing everyone, but it stings to hear his name.

“We’re, umm, on a break.” You say loudly into his ear, awkwardly stirring your cocktail. “Jen convinced me to come out.”

“I’m sorry, you were together for years, wow. Are you okay?” he asks. You can feel his uneasiness, how he’s worried to say anything wrong.

“I’m f-fine. It was my decision.” ‘This is what you wanted, y/n.’

“Really? Good, good for you.” Jungkook’s smile is bright and warm and makes you feel a little bit better about yourself. “You look great. I barely recognized you.” He laughs, looking at you up and down, eyes stopping at your curves, your cleavage. You’re sure he must be surprised, you never dressed like this. Jimin would have lost his mind if you stepped outside in a dress like this.

You try to joke with him, “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not,” you laugh.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. Sorry, I’ve been drinking! You always look cute. I just have never seen you like this. You know. It’s nice. You look hot.” He pats you on the back. It’s awkward, and also kind of funny they way it seems like he’s giving you a pep talk.

“Yeah, well no one else thinks so.” You mutter. “How am I supposed to get over him if no one wants to fuck me?” Maybe you’re a little drunk too.

Jungkook laughs. He’s always thought you were kind of innocent the way you dressed and acted. So, the moment he saw you, alone, looking so lost and miserable, he had to make sure you were okay. He definitely did not expect to hear you’ve broken up with your boyfriend. You were always glued to Jimin’s side and rarely talked to anyone else. Jungkook met you both as a couple, and if he was asked what he thought of you and Jimin yesterday, he would have expected you two were going to be married someday. You talking about fucking someone else so nonchalantly, that definitely would not have been on Jungkook’s bingo card of future expectations.

“You can find someone. Just be direct. Like this,” He grabs the shoulder of a guy walking past you. “My friend thinks you're cute and wants to dance,” he winks over at you, and your eyes widen, too shocked to speak.

“Yeah?” the stranger says, intrigued.

“Yep,” Jungkook looks over to you, smiling wider, pulling you up from your chair.

“H-Hey.” 

“Hey, so, you want to dance?”

You look at Jungkook gratefully, nodding yes.

You felt great. This was great, you were having the time of your life! After years of feeling neglected it was crazy how good it felt to just flirt a little, grind against a man, and feel just how much someone wanted you. It was the small confidence booster you really needed. If it took a stranger grinding his half chub against your ass in the dark nightclub to make you feel desirable, then so be it. You were also turned on, body buzzing, wetter than you wanted to accept, elated from just dancing and moving and living again.

But what really made you hotter than you’ve felt in years, what made the butterflies inside you dance as well, was the way every time you looked over to Jungkook, he was watching you too, his piercing eyes following your movements. 

Sure, he had a girl draped over him, one with larger lips, a thinner face, a hotter smaller figure you could only wish you were born with. But Jungkook would constantly look over to you too, between laughs, and sips, and exchanges. Staring at you shamelessly. You weren’t just seeing things, Jungkook had his eyes on you, and he liked what he saw!

He could be checking in on you, like a good friend does. Or maybe...

You keep dancing, even when you start to feel tired. You feel your dance partner’s hands move across your body, in patterns and pressure so different from what you’ve been used to all these years, and when lips that don’t feel familiar touch your neck, your body stiffens. You’re so used to your exboyfriend’s touch, even if it had become sour to you, and now it just feels wrong to keep letting this stranger whom didn’t even bother to ask for your name continue to touch you. You pull his hands off you to excuse yourself and feel crushed when he looks irritatedly at you.

So here you sit again, back at the bar, feeling defeated. It was nice while it lasted though, pretending to be everything you’re no longer, letting go for the night, and Jeon Jungkook eye fucking you on the dance floor. Like right now. He stares you down, doesn’t look away awkwardly when you meet his gaze, doesn’t smile timidly, just watches you lean against the bar, chin resting on your palm as you think, realizing Jungkook hasn’t stopped staring.

“Do you want to have sex?”

His face remains blank, “What?”

You ignore the ugly glare the woman next to him is sending your way. “I said did you want to have sex? With me?” You pause, “I’m being direct.”

The girl next to him scoffs loudly and Jungkook continues to stay quiet and now you feel like an idiot. He looks shocked, eyes large like a deer in headlights, and confused. You must have been seeing things, maybe it was the club lights or all the alcohol you consumed, that made you think Jungkook was the least bit interested in you. All the courage it took you to walk over to him is all gone now. You are sure you’ve now also ruined your friendship. Oh god, what if he tells your other friends? You’ll never be able to face anyone ever again. You shake your head, turning around, making a beeline to the bathroom.

‘How sad,” the girl Jungkook had been entertaining laughs, and Jungkook very delicately, removes her arms from around his neck. 

“I gotta go,” and he leaves before she can process his rejection.

Jungkook finds you near the bathrooms in a panic. “Hey.”

You jump. “Fuck,” you clutch your racing heart, swaying into Jungkook, “Oh it’s you. Just, just ignore me. I’m a mess. I get it,” you ramble. “I wouldn’t want to fuck me either.”

“Nononono,” He’s quick to reassure you, “I just...don’t do relationships,” he says slightly ashamed of himself for leading you on. As intrigued as he was witnessing this new side of you, what he had witnessed during all the years he knew you had led him to believe you were a serial monogamist. Someone who awkwardly laughed away inappropriate jokes, anytime a taboo discussion would take place amongst your friends on a chill weekend night, you would scrunch your nose and roll your eyes, probably disgusted by the way everyone overshared their sex lives. You and Jimin never spoke about yours with the group either. He couldn’t imagine you being a one night stand kind of girl, and he didn’t want to take advantage of you at your most vulnerable and end up hurting you in the end. That's what he wanted to explain to you, before you said,

“That’s okay.” 

Jungkook runs a hand through his unruly hair, fixing the strands back in place. “You know how I am, y/n.” he admits, so quietly you have to move closer to hear him above the music. “I’m not looking for anything serious,” he says wearily, making sure you understand. You stare at his mouth through half lidded eyes, lick your lips and he has to remind himself to act like a gentleman. He tried to look away but your stare was magnetic, pulling him in, closer and closer.

“I know,” you swallow, leaning against his chest. 

You let out a soft deep sigh. Jungkook could have sworn you moaned his name, but he didn’t believe it, you weren’t that kind of woman. His body responded to your call just the same, leaning into you, pressing you between his hard chest and the club wall. His voice drops down in octave, deep and raspy. “I’m a rough person.”

“Even better,” and pull him to you by the collar, pressing your lips to his.

To any passerby you looked like two very drunk people making out in the bathroom hall, a common occurance for the Club you were in. They didn’t know everything it took for you to get here, what you sacrificed and gave up, what you lost and tried to regain. Even Jungkook barely understood the change and shift within you, but he felt your passion and he couldn’t get enough of it.

So that had been your first kiss with Jungkook, hands and tongue and teeth, frenzied and unrestrained.

Jungkook was rougher than usual, testing you, expecting you to push him away and stop him, but you only matched his energy, widening your legs when he shoved his thigh up into your core, moaning when he yanked your hair. When his strong hands held you painfully tight you raked your nails down his back, pulled his hair until his scalp stung, kissed him harder when he bit your lip.

When Jungkook finally pulls away from you, he doesn’t hesitate. “Let’s go, I’ll call for a ride,” fingers intertwined, pulling you out of the club.

With the fresh night air chilling your body and sobering you up, you realize this definitely is happening, you’re about to have sex with Jungkook, you’re about to have sex with someone else for the first time in six years. You glance over to Jungkook and he smiles back softly. He hasn’t let go of your hand and you stand together in silence. He also hasn’t tried to kiss you and you feel too exposed to kiss him, and you wonder if he is regretting this. You look over to him again even more worried and he smiles again and squeezes your hand. He’s back to being sweet friendly Jungkook, calming your nerves and making you feel welcome, so you follow him into the cab and back to his apartment. 

As soon as you step into his apartment, he locks the handle and cages you against the door, tasting your lips again. “Fuck, fuck, sorry, I can’t wait any longer.” He pulls the hem of your dress down lower, kissing your shoulder as his skilled fingers unzips the back of your dress, as your shaky fingers try to unbutton his shirt.

He stops, admiring your body.

“This…was underneath that?” He smirks. “You really were trying to get lucky tonight, hmm?” His tattooed knuckles run along the intricate lace, finger hooking into a strap as he pulls on it teasingly.

“Yes,” you feel your voice catch in your throat as he admires the lace across your chest, pulling your dress down lower.

“Holy fuck, I guess it really is the quiet ones you have to look out for.” He holds your jaw with two fingers, lifting your chin so your eyes meet. “So fucking sexy.”

“I’m not always quiet,” you pant.

“Yeah, are you a screamer?”

“I guess that depends on you.” You guide his hand down to your chest, squeezing. His body knocks into you hard and fast, pressing his lips to your neck. You let your head fall against the doorframe, moaning loudly as his hands massage your breasts, pulling on your sensitive skin through the fabric. You can’t help but run your nails across his muscles, whimpering from how good it feels. His hands encase your wrists, pulling your arms above your head and he looks into your eyes, pausing briefly. There’s fire in your eyes when you stare back, setting off a spark that ignites his whole body, flaming his arousal.

He moves you to the couch, lips attached to your skin, his frame hard and heavy and welcomingly warm. He cups your breast, licking a long strip across your neck, and you pull your legs over his hips, hands fumbling for his belt. He stops you, placing them above your head in one tight hand. “You want me?” He squeezes your wrists, adjusting his weight. You can only nod breathlessly. “Once I start, I won’t stop,” he warns. His deep voice, commanding presence, only makes your heartrate escalate and your body vibrate with anticipation.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Mmm,” he hums, free hand pressing into your center, letting the fabric of your lingerie moisten it with your own slick. It begins to ache how much you want him to continue, breathing shallowly, your thighs tightening around his lean torso. “So wet. I make you that wet, hm?” he smirks.

He presses a single digit inside you and you feel like you might combust right then and there. Your core feels like it’s pulsing from the inside out. Less than a minute with Jungkook’s finger inside you and you’re about to come. How embarrassing would that be.

You arch your back when he adds another digit, push your arms up against his hold.

“Too much?”

“No!” You yell that a little louder than intended. Fuck, you’re really fucking this up.

“No,” you repeat calmer this time. “I just– If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.”

“That’s what I want, baby.”

“I don’t want it to end so quickly.”

Jungkook grins wide, kissing your cheek. ‘Like I said, once I start, I’m not going to stop.” He wiggles his fingers inside you, pressing up, “not until you beg me.” You’re so worked up he only has to press a couple more times inside and you’re tightening around his fingers, body tensing against him. 

You barely have time to catch your breath before his fingers delve in again, your body shaking trying to keep up with his ministrations. “F-Fuck me,” you moan into his mouth.

“No please this time?” he chuckles, letting go of your wrists, gripping your thigh instead and opening you up wider, pumping his fingers in and out, watching as you fall apart all over again. This time, your orgasm lasts, the intensity deep inside you spreading across your body. When it finally ends, you sigh, softly laughing. 

“Well, I’ve never gotten that reaction before.” You wish you could tell him that was your first orgasm in months that you didn’t have to coax yourself. You almost forgot how good an orgasm like that could feel, how freeing. 

Instead you look at him, a huge grin on your face and eyes sparking, admiring the man before you, happy it was Jungkook you found at the club and not a stranger.

No one has looked at him quite like that before, with starry-eyed reverence that makes everything feel so much more intimate, a deeper connection that he just isn't used to. Jungkook kisses you, trading in the feelings bursting inside him with the familiar need to satisfy his desires, to seek out pleasure in your body, to fuck.

“Yes,” you gasp when he finally pushes your panties to the side and pushes himself inside of you. He is so hard and he moves his hips so differently than you’re used to, long strong rolling strokes that take your breath away and make you feel like you’re going crazy with lust. It feels so good, too good. You need to control yourself.

“Jungkook,” you push against his shoulders, “I-I want to be on top.”

Jungkook’s tongue rolls across his bottom lip, “Then get on top, baby.”

After that night, there was no way you could ever go back to your ex. After the power you felt, the sexuality you embodied again, the joy you felt chasing your high. The pleasure you felt rolling your body over Jungkook’s twitching cock, watching Jungkook’s jaw tense, his brows furrow, his muscles jump and tense all from your touch. No, not after this, this was the best sex of your life.

---

“A-Are you sure? I like seeing you in pleasure,” he massages your ass, pulling you into his lap, “giving you pleasure.”

“You will! I mean, I will be in pleasure. I want it.” You kiss his cheek, cuddle into his chest. “I want you to.” You look at him, gauging his reaction. “I mean, you’ve tied me up before...” Jungkook hums, on the fence. “You don’t want to?”

“I like hurting you,” Jungkook admits almost guiltily.

“I like being hurt.” You whisper, encouragingly.

His hand envelopes yours, he cracks your knuckles and you try to wiggle away from him, laughing. “Ow, that’s not what I had in mind.”

“But I like it,” he pouts, biting your palm.

“Well, if you want to, surprise me, you can anytime. Use my body.”

Jungkook nods.

SECOND TIME

The next morning, you woke up sore all over your body and very hungover. You almost didn’t believe it. Jungkook was kind, he let you stay the night in his bed, and was quietly snoring next to you proving you did in fact hook up with your friend. You left quickly in the morning, but before you had made it out the door Jungkook asked if you wanted to come back for dinner. You knew what he meant, if you wanted to come back and fuck. You said you’d love to.

Of course dinner ended with you straddling Jungkook’s lap, eagerly kissing him, rolling your hips down with increasing urgency the harder he became.

“Fuck, Jimin is a fucking idiot for letting you go.”

“Mmm, let's not talk about him anymore,” you murmur, kissing him harder. But you kept bringing him up during dinner, and though Jungkook didn’t want to admit it, it made him jealous, so he couldn’t help himself bringing him up now.

“I fuck you better than him, don’t I?”

You agree quickly, dismissing his question, but Jungkook wasn’t satisfied, sucking and biting on the soft skin between your neck and shoulder until he saw marks. “Jimin kept this all to himself and didn't appreciate it.”

“I-I really don’t want to talk about him anymore,” you frown.

He stood up, placed you on the tabletop, and cleared away the empty plates. You jumped off the table and leaned against it instead, waiting rather impatiently for him, and when he comes back, he stalks over to you, fingers reaching for the end of your skirt. “Cute,” he says, inching the hem up your thigh, pausing while his dark eyes roam over your body. The tension in the room was too high, too much, and if Jungkook wasn't going to fuck you already, you felt like you were going to go insane. “Did you wear this for me?” He held down the urge to say his friend's name again, it having already left a bitter taste in his mouth.

“Yes, of course,” you kiss him softly, unable to resist tasting his lips.

He reaches for your neck, holds you still. Your eyes glaze over, mouth slightly parting, eyes staring at him with the same lust filled look as last night, the same look that made him want to claim you over and over again, to fuck you into submission just so you would look at him like that all the time.

“Turn around.” He gives you one short gruff command and you turn your back to him, breath hitching in your throat when he presses his erection into your ass, caging his body around yours. “Bend over.” This time he guides your back so you lie your body down across his table, your palms pressing flat into the wood. “There you go, stay like that.” Everything he did to you was new and exciting and fun and you didn't want it to end. You've always wanted it rough, wanted someone to want you so intensely they'd let their desire destroy any restraint.

And right now you can feel the cracks in Jungkook's restraints as he lifts your skirt over your ass and yanks the lace of your underwear down to your thighs, admiring how wet you already are for him, fingers running along the opening of your sex, pressing two fingers inside. “So did you go back to him with my cum still inside of you?” he teases.

You arch your back up as he sets a hard fast pace, and he pushes your head down, keeping you still. Your fingers curl, nails scraping across the surface of his table. He pulls out the wet digits and spanks you hard across your ass.

Your stomach flips with desire and adrenaline and guilt, confused, did Jungkook want to make you feel ashamed? Could you even feel shame being this turned on? “I-I don’t live with him anymore. I am staying with Jen.”

The way you talked about Jimin at dinner, it sounded like you missed him. Jungkook was not used to feeling so possessive over someone, especially a friend, especially a hookup. You were just too eager, willing, pliable; so perfect for him. As soon as last night ended he was already thinking about more ways to fuck you, how to bend you, ways to make you come. He just needed to get it out of his system, he just needed to fuck you more, that’s all. He just needed to listen to you cry out in ecstasy, listen to you moan, listen to you laugh.

“How many times has Jimin made you come during sex before?” When you don’t answer his hand comes down on the same cheek hard making you flinch. “Be a good girl and answer me.”

You didn’t like thinking of old memories with your ex, especially when Jungkook currently had two fingers deep inside your pussy, Jungkook's long fingers reaching deeper than Jimin ever could. You didn’t want to think of your ex doing the same thing to you, it made you feel dirty, it made you wetter. “T-Two, almost three.”

“Oh, I can beat that.” His hand moves from the back of your head to grip your shoulder. Jungkook lets his cock slip through your folds, pushing in with one quick thrust, pulling you back with one fluid motion that has you screaming.

SECOND TRY

“Bend over.” Jungkook’s lips hover over yours, catching the skin ever so slightly with his in barely a kiss, just a taste. “Now.”

You turn around quickly, bending in a perfect L, ass pressing firmly into his crotch. “Where’s your boyfriend?” He asks.

“My boyfr-”

“I don’t see him anywhere?”

“He’s at work,” you say, playing along.

“And he left you all alone? Doesn’t he know how dangerous that can be? What if someone were to find you and fuck you?” He emphasized the last two words by shoving his cock inside you, jolting your body, making you scream.

“Don’t move, don’t try to escape.”

You grunt, and try to push yourself off the table only for Jungkook to grab your arms, pulling them swiftly behind your back as he builds up a steady pace, thrusting in and out and taking his time with you defiling you.

“Yes,” you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you, filled so deliciously full by Jungkook’s cock.

“Yes? What about your boyfriend? Are you a fucking whore?” Jungkook rolls his hips into yours, pulling out only to shove you full of himself again in one hard fluid motion that makes you moan again. “You like this dick? Dirty slut.”

“Ahh, fuck!” you grunt, clenching around his solid length every time he rotates his hips against you.

“You like getting fucked by a stranger, huh? You like cheating on him?” He presses a palm down onto your back, holding you down so tight your chest stings. You let out a soft unconvincing no, lifting your ass up to meet his thrusts.

“Stop,” Jungkook mutters, “I don’t like it,” he pulls away from you, leaving you empty and unfulfilled, groaning at the suddenness of his change in demeanor. Trying to get your bearrings, you slowly turn around to a very upset looking Jungkook buttoning his pants.

“W-What’s wrong?”

“Do you like the idea of cheating on me?”

“What?”

“Do you want to cheat on me?”

“Are you getting jealous...of yourself?”

“No-” he rolls his eyes.

“Really, because you seem upset-”

“Well, why did you like it so much?!” Jungkook always acted jealous. You liked it if you were being honest, you preferred it to the aloof way your ex treated you, but this was another level, it was laughable, but witnessing the anger in his eyes made you rethink joking it off.

“Because of you! I thought that’s what you were t-trying to do? You don’t want me to want you?”

“I d-do, but I thought the whole point-”

“Well,” you sigh, exasperated, “maybe be rougher then!”

Jungkook slaps you across the face, hits you the hardest he’s ever hit you. Your head swings to the side from his force, momentarily stunned by his action. He makes you face him again, pulling you into a rushed kiss, hands covering your cheeks, and the side he hit you throbs against his palm. Your try to pry his hands off your face, push him away so you can breathe, because you don’t know whether he hit you because you asked or because he is genuinely angry at you.

“Jungkook-” you stumble backwards, feel the world tilt when Jungkook lifts you over his shoulder. “Jungkook!” You gasp, his heavy weight on you once your body hits the sheets of your shared bed, arms pulled behind you again and tied together this time.

You don’t have a lot of time to think about what to do before Jungkook is scissoring his fingers inside you, pulling your hair and bending your body back at an uncomfortable angle. You don’t know what to do, let him manhandle you in a way that makes your nerve endings tingle, or stop him, Jungkook is mad and the lines are becoming blurred. His finger plays with your wetness, gathering your slick and running along your rim. You pull against the restraints, you should speak up, but he was finally giving in to your twisted fantasies. Why did Jungkook have to be upset with you!

Jungkook groaned as his cock entered into your tight hole. “Wait!” You weren’t opposed to anal, but Jungkook usually took him time stretching you out and making things as comfortable for you as possible. You reach out your tied hands, and his hard stomach knocks into you with every sharp thrust. He pushes in deep to an agonizing pressure. “Yellow.”

“What?” He stills, cock still buried deep inside you.

“…yellow.”

You try to wiggle your fingers against your bodies to get him to move. He pulls away from you slowly. “H-Hold on.” You breath through your mouth, “Okay.” You shudder when he pulls away from you completely.

Jungkook lifts himself up, also steadies his breathing. “Y/n?”

“You’re mad at me.”

“I am not.” But you can hear the clear edge of his voice.

“Yes, yes you are.” You sigh. You turnover on your back, “W-We can’t do something like this when you’re mad...”

“I’m sorry, I just realized I didn’t like that kind of role play.” Jungkook huffs, pulling you closer to his side.

“Okay, we will pretend I’m single?”

Jungkook frowns, “I don’t like that either.”

“Aish. All I want is you, I would never, ever cheat on you.” You cuddle into his side. “Can’t you tell?” You joke.

“Then it’s still me, and we can pretend you’re still dating someone else-”

“No anal either.”

“Whyyy?” Jungkook pouts.

“It didn’t feel good at all,” you wince.

“I’m sorry.” He pulls you into a hug, “…What if I find a way to make it feel good?” He encourages, lips lifting into a half smile.

“Maybe,” you laugh. “But that was…good. What you did,” you look down at his fingers playing with yours. “That’s what I want.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. Did want to try again?”

“No, right now I just want to love you,” he grins, rolling on top of you.

THIRTY FOURTH TIME (not that you were counting anymore)

“Where’s y/n? She’s supposed to be here,” Jimin asks Jen. It was the group’s monthly game night, and apart from the tense exchanges when you came over to grab some more clothes, he hasn’t been able to talk to you, or reconcile like he wants to. He just wanted you back, everything back to the way it was. He didn’t realize how much you did for him, how lonely it was without you there. Jimin is hoping tonight he can finally talk to you and convince you to give him another chance.

“Oh, um, she’s here somewhere, I gotta go, uh, refill the chips!”

“Shh.” Jungkook whispers as you let out a particularly loud moan. Even if your sounds were muffled behind his palm, you still needed to quiet yourself. “You’re being too loud, we’re going to get caught.” He ends the sentence with a hard thrust, knocking you into the bathroom mirror. You glare at him, unable to voice your retort and he laughs. You whimper when he picks up the pace, so close to release. This is the second time tonight you and Jungkook disappeared at the same time together. Both of you were doing a very poor job at hiding your new upgraded relationship from your friends, so poor in fact, that all your friends had to pretend they didn’t notice how you were unusually handsy together or that only one of two bathrooms in your friend's house were occupied when you both said you needed to go. So when Jimin showed up, everyone became unusually animated…and loud.

You hear someone yell, “Hey Jimin!” from your friend’s living room. You tap Jungkook on the head, tugging on his hair. He looks up, face between your legs. “If I come again, I won’t be able to make it through game night.”

“Ask Jen for some coffee.” He licks across your nub, arms massaging and pulling at your thighs, eyes looking up at you wide and hopeful. How could you deny him, when he looks so ridiculously cute and sexy at the same time.

“Hmm okay,” you open your legs wider, pushing the hair out of Jungkook’s eyes.

-

“Hey!” Jungkook reaches out to shake Jimin’s hand and embrace him while you make a beeline to the couch.

“Oh, h-hey.” He looks over Jungkook’s shoulder to your retreating figure.

“Hey, y/n!”

“Hi,” you put on your best smile to keep the peace during game night, falling into the space between your friends Namjoon and Hoseok.

“You look beautiful, you look great.”

Jungkook jumps on the couch, next to you. “Yeah, she does,” he says, pushing you over into Namjoon, “Scoot over!” He whines, leaning back into the small space, arms across the couch cushions an over your shoulders and Hoseok’s shoulders. “What are we playing?” He asks the group, leaning over into your side, arm casually draping over your frame.

“What about jenga?”

“What about scrabble?”

“I love scrabble,” you say.

Jungkook turns to you, “Why haven’t we played scrabble?”

“Because I will make you cry with how badly I beat you with my extensive scrabble knowledge,” you laugh.

“Oh yeah?”

“It’s true, she’s really good.” Jimin speaks up, looking over at you. He smiles softly when he catches your attention. Your lips curl up without you meaning to as you laugh to yourself, remembering he stopped playing scrabble with you because you kept beating him. Jungkook looks between you and the smile you shared, chewing on his bottom lip.

“What about pictionary?”

“Teams?”

“Our side verses your side,” Jungkook adds, gesturing between the couches. Hand still around your shoulder, Jimin watches from across the room as Jungkook whispers something into your ear. You giggle and Jimin can't help but roll his eyes, small knives of jealousy stabbing into his chest as he takes another long sip of his beer.

-

“Oh no, all the ice is gone.”

“I’ll make Hoseok go grab some from his fridge,” Jen says behind you. Living in the same building as one of your friends has some advantages.

“So, you and Jungkook make a cute couple.” You stutter out a what, vehemently denying it and she laughs, “I’m just kidding! But you two are very close now, huh? You totally have, ‘the glow.’”

“I’m just being friendly,” you busy yourself with clearing away trash, “we’re good friends.”

“Just be careful,” she says, avoiding your eyes. “I know you’re trying to get over Jimin, but…Jungkook...just be careful.”

“I-I’m n-not-”

“Y/n, he literally won’t stop staring at your ass. He’s doing it right now.” she whispers, nudging your shoulder with her own inconspicuously, “look.”

She sure was right, Jungkook is shamelessly watching you, as if you were back at the club again, but you were doing the dishes! This man will be the death of you.

You can’t help but laugh, “It’s not serious, I promise! He’s just really fun to be around, and he’s funny, and makes me feel...I don’t know...”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt. You know how he is. I think I’ve seen him in one real relationship since high school.”

“I know.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “Well, anyways, I’m glad you're happy. I’ve never seen you this smiley! Must be some good dick, huh?” She elbows you.

You cover your face with your palm groaning, and then peak at her between your fingers, nodding shyly.

-

Jimin finds you in huddled in an arm chair with Jungkook, flicking a bottle cap string between each other. Your legs are lying across his lap where Jungkook is annoyingly resting his hand atop.

“Noooo,” you pout, having been the one to flick off the bottle cap string, you take a sip of the tiny liquor bottle you’re holding, giggling together, in your own little bubble.

“Y/n, can I talk to you?”

Jungkook answers for you, “She doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Jimin tries to calm his anger and jealousy, but the way Jungkook had to say it, Jimin curses, so full of himself. “I didn’t ask you.”

Jungkook looks away, chewing on his bottom lip, laughing to himself, “Well, I’m telling you, just leave her alone, don’t make a scene-”

Jimin waves his hand at the pair of you, “What is this? Some fucking joke?”

Jungkook leans back sighing, elbows above his head, “What are you talking about?”

“Why the fuck are you all over my girl-”

“She’s not your girl anymore-”

Jimin runs a hand through his hair, frustration building, “So what, you plan to swoop in like a fucking vulture because she’s the only woman you haven’t been able to fuck in a ten mile radius?”

Oh, Jungkook wishes he could tell him truth, throw it in his face every time he’s had you, but the horrified look on your face as you watch their argument is the only thing keeping him from shattering Jimin’s world.

“Let’s just all take a deep relaxing breath, yeah?”

Jimin spins around, directing his anger at Jen. “You think this shit is okay?”

“You said you were going to be fine if-”

“Well I didn’t expect my own friend would pull this shit, but Jungkook, you will literally try to stick your dick in anything, won’t you?! Even my ex-girlfriend!” Jimin yells, now being held back by Namjoon, “You know once he gets what he wants from you, y/n, he's going to leave you like every other fucking girl he does this to!”

Shit, what are you supposed to do? What are you supposed to say? Jimin and Jungkook look ready to tear each other's faces off and all your friends are looking at you now.

“Okay Jimin, let’s go talk-”

Jungkook stops you, reaching out to hold your hand. “I wouldn't do that to you. I wouldn't treat you like that, and I would never treat you how he did.” He glares at Jimin.

You know all the rumors, but the way you and Jungkook have talked about your pasts, Jungkook sharing his past relationships with pain he tries to hide under easygoingness. You know they have perceptions of you too, wrong ones, and you just don't care what they have to say.

You take a deep breath, whispering to Jungkook, “Be direct?” Jungkook's eyes widen in acknowledgement, and you turn back to your ex.

“Jimin, I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be with you.”

“Y/n, please let’s just talk in private,” he pleads with you.

You sigh, “Okay, well, before we go and do that, I just want you to know, I believe Jungkook.” You hold your breath. “I believe him because we already had sex. A lot. Lots of sex.”

“I’m so glad I came over,” Hoseok whispers to Taehyung.

Jimin stop struggling against Namjoon and stares at you, his mouth partly open in shock.

“And before you blame Jungkook, I kissed him first!” You shield Jungkook because it looks like Jimin is about to punch him.

Jimin stands still, jaw clenched. “You kissed him?”

“Yes...and it was the best decision of my life,” you give Jungkook a weak hopeful smile.

“I wish I was recording this, Jin is never going to believe me.” Taehyung whispers to Hoseok. Hoseok shakes his head.

Jungkook looks at you in awe. “I think I am in love with you.”

“Holy shit, record this, record this!” Hoseok hisses.

THIRD TRY

“Did you forget your-” you never utter the word keys, just stare at your boyfriend and the way he leans against the door frame, watching you with downcast eyes. You feel heat rise inside of you at his silent hardened stare, usual sweet round eyes now sharp and full of desire, his jaw clenched, his demeanor changed and unrecognizable.

“Are you alone?”

Nodding, you try to calm your jitteriness. Dark butterflies in the pit of your stomach fluttering up into your throat, ready to fly even higher at his attention. 

“Yes.” Your throat tightens and you can barely get the words out, “My boyfriend is at work.”

Jungkook smiles, head cocked to the side, places an arm against the doorframe to keep the entry way open. He inches closer to you, watching you like prey about to be caught.

“Perfect.” He steps a foot inside.

You take one last look at the devastatingly handsome man in front of you, take a deep breath, push your butterflies down and spin around, adrenaline entering your limbs as you take off at full speed back into your apartment.

But Jungkook is so much faster than you and catches you in seconds. Hand in your hair, other hand snaking around your waist, pulling you back abruptly.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He pulls you off your feet. You knew Jungkook was strong, you saw how fast he could kick and punch when training, but he never really used his full strength against you. Even now he still wasn't using everything he had, and no matter how hard you kicked or tried to pry his hands off of you, there was no give, Jungkook remained locked like a vice around your body.

He drops you short of the bed, landing on hard carpet of your bedroom. Before you can readjust your body he's using his strength against you once again, straddling your hips and pinning you to the ground. So you slap him. A hit that completely unphases him, his mind too high on adrenaline and excitement, he looks down at you like he's expecting you to hit him again.

So you hit him across the other cheek, watch his eyes light up like you’ve given him the best present, exactly what he wanted. He slaps you harder, swifter. The noise rings loud inside your quiet bedroom. The pain momentarily stunning you, weakening your fight, and Jungkook takes the opportunity to flip you around, his thighs holding your legs together, he massages and kneads your ass through the thin material of your leggings.

“Fuck, you have such a nice ass.” His usual cheerful sweet voice is gruff now, a deep low whisper. “But first I want your mouth.”

You feel his weight leave your legs, his boots tread across the carpet as he stands up. You lift yourself up, look up at the calm man before you. He nods to the hallway, “Go ahead, try.”

You know it’s futile, Jungkook is going to easily catch you again, pin you to the ground again, your body is going to be his, no matter what you do. The idea that you can’t stop this, that running is exactly what he wants you to do, well, it makes you run.

He catches you in the hallway, knocks you down, keeps a tight grip on your jaw, his crotch pressed to your face, he rubs his dick across your lips and cheeks, pushes himself inside your mouth until you’re choking. He moans out, vocal in how good it feels to have your lips stretched around his cock, rutting into your face, he forces his cock down your throat, barely giving you enough time to inhale air. Minutes tick by, your face getting progressively more sloppy with spit and cum and tears as you try to keep up with his thrusts, and before you know it, he's filling your mouth, waiting until you swallow everything down before he removes his cock.

You gasp for air, your entire body already sore from his face fucking, you muscles aching from tensing every time he stole your breath away, over and over again. You look to your feet, notice Jungkook's unruly hair against your stomach, him momentarily hugging your waist before he moves lower, hand running down your body until he reaches your ankle.

He pushes off his knee, standing up, your ankle still in his grip.

You heave in air as you are pulled, you grab the closest thing you can reach, the edge of your hall closet door, fingers trying to hold onto the raised wood as he pulls your body back to the bedroom.

“F-uuck..” Jungkook had you, leggings ripped down to your thighs, shirt and bra pulled off, face down to the mattress. He stroked across your slit, shocked at how drenched you were. “You’re dripping all over my fingers. You’re so wet. I bet I could just-” he presses three fingers inside you, stretching you out, making you scream and shudder. His thumb rubs circles into your clit. “Ahh yes, dirty little slut, you’re mine now.”

“G-Get off of me.”

Jungkook chuckles, arm flexing while he rocks his hand into at a steady pace. “Make me stop, then,” he leans over you, warm breath in your ear, “But you’re not going to, are you? You’re going to cum around my fingers like a good little girl, and you’re going to take my cock all night long,” he whispers, “And no matter how much you beg or cry, you’re going to take it.”

You nod, heart jumping out your ribcage, wound so tight you feel lightheaded, you pussy throbbing around his digits.

“Now, think about all the things I’m about to do to you. Now, cum.”

---

“Did you like it?”

Jungkook rubs soap across your chest, “Yeah, but let’s just, umm, take it easy for a while. My back hurts,” he laughs. “Am I getting old?”

“No...maybe,” you giggle, sinking lower into the hot relaxing water.

“You can be on top for awhile,” he says, head above yours, his cute round eyes staring into yours in the opposite direction. You smile, nodding excitedly.

“Right now?”

“Aish woman.”

“I’m too sore,” you laugh. “What about you?” you tilt your head back, kissing his chin. “Any fantasies?”

---

Ever find a story in your WIPs you forgot you started and think well, it’s time to finish that. Anyways I hope you enjoyed another installment of my shameless smut + terrible plot series. :’D

[theyanderespecialist]

Base Yandere 2p America Headcanons: His Doll (Hetalia)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with a new chapter! This one is with 2p America and I hope that you enjoy this chapter here!]

(Disclaimer 1: 2p America is not a canon or official character in the Hetalia universe. He is a fanbase made character and these are the main traits that the community has given him for the most part (Edited)

Disclaimer 2: 2p America is not yandere in canon, since he is a fanbase he can be made yandere, but for the most part he is not. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine! Just do not be illegal or gross about it! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Thank you! HAPPY FOURTH OF JULY!!!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With 2p America From Hetalia-

.2p America is a punk and bag guy to his core, you could even call him the Villain.

.He loves baseball and LOVES his baseball bat that has nails in it and blood on it.

.He is a major flirt and he flirts with you a lot!

.Because you are the person that he loves the most.

.He would shamelessly flirt with you and hit on you, even if you turn him down every time he is not going to give up.

.Of course, if he is horny enough he will look for someone else if you keep turning him down and fuck them, just to take the edge off.

.He is a diehard vegan and would not take kindly to someone putting any animal product in his foods or drinks.

.He would not want to kiss you after you eat meat, saying that is gross, though he would still kiss you even if you did cause the urge to fuck his darling is more than his die-hard veganism.

.He would 100 percent be a bad influence on you, bringing out your bad side with ease.

.When he gets drunk he ends up drunk texting you asking why do you not love him.

.He is low key a needy little fuck that loves you so much and as a yandere, he is greedy for your attention.

.He wants to be the one and only person you focus on, he can get downright nasty with anyone that steals your attention from him.

.He has a huge temper and his yandere side would make him beat up anyone who checks you out and maybe even kill them.

.He would kill his rivals, after torturing them of course.

.He would beat them blood, dry, and then bloody again.

.Of course, he would do that to all his rivals because he is a sadist and unfortunately, that ends up dripping on you a bit.

.He can be sometimes an irrational yandere, in which if more guys are checking you out that he would blame you for leading them on and being a fucking tease.

.He might even punish you, or worse lose his temper and smack you with an open palm.

.That is because of his very bad temper and he has to work on it a lot.

.He would of course instantly feel so much fucking regret and spill you, we have to remember he is a 2p which means he is insane and a murderer.

.He would never actually want to hurt you outside a punishment and he would hate himself for it, but sadly it might happen again.

.This man seriously needs a whole bunch of therapy and anger management.

.He would also of course call you doll, dollface, babe, and sugar. (Yes even if you are a masc)

.He is the type of yandere that is so easily jealous that it is ridiculous.

.He also is the type of yandere that does not share.

.It is almost like you are his favorite shiny toy and there is NO WAY he is sharing with anyone.

.He may even lock your pretty little butt up. Making sure that you can never ever leave him and that no other man or woman or whatever (his words not mine) can even look at you, let alone take you away from him.

.He would confess over and over and over, with the most shameless flirting and most of the time saying stuff like "You wanna fuck!?"

.He really has no class, but finally, when he gets serious about it he confesses to you with all his heart and that is bad if you turn him down.

.If accept his love he will fist-bump the air and go "Fuck yeah!"

.If you turn him down, get ready for a bat with nails in it to your head, he is not taking no for an answer and is kidnapping your ass.

.Also he cusses a lot, so there is that lol.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter is done! I hope you all enjoyed this and stay sexy all of my sexy muffins!]

His Doll: Yandere 2p America X Gender Neutral Listener

[lostlovesoul11]

[OPEN WIDE ]

[PART 2]

pairing: fuckboy haechan x reader

including best friends: jaemin, jeno and jaehyun x ( ft teacher doyoung)

don't read if underage pls 18+ content

warnings: pure smut, exhibitionist kink, double penetration, orgy, anal sex, overstimulation, voyuerism, orgasm denial, edging, oral sex, blowjobs, cum, breast play, teasing, creampies, teacher, univeristy, classroom, getting caught, needy reader, name calling, sir kink, needy hyuck, jealous fucking, mastermind hyuck, slight sadist, masturbation, slight humiliation, shame, pure filth, desperation, spankings, choking.

word count: 4.6k

[probably is my longest fic I've written, got too carried away lmao, didn't think of doing this but did and ofc had to add my fav doyoung. thank you everyone who have been liking all my posts esp part 1 of this story which received the most notes! by no means I'm no writer or anything of such, I just like reading smut and started writing it for myself randomly until I received likes on my posts lol]

PART 1

[17.28pm] Haechan: ready to get your mouth stretched out again slut?

the message come on to your screen and excitement gushed through you. Its been weeks since you felt so good, yes you've been with other guys at uni but something about haechan and his friends was so so different. you had the fucking time of your life. but there is also something bothering you. you don't normally let guys fuck you, you just let them use your mouth. its a strict policy you have. after having Haechan's request done, you really want to change that. you want them to use your body and every hole of yours too.

[18.02PM] You: I'm ready. When and where?

[18.03PM] Haechan: Meet us in the classroom behind the lecture room, tommrow. At 5pm. Don't be late slut.

[18.04PM] You: okay I'll be there.

you felt quite confused? being used to committing your sexual acts in the guys bathrooms, this is something new. this time you really have no idea what to expect, you're conflicted in the mind yet tempted to see what's in store for you.

the day finally arrives. in each lecture you could barely even concentrate thinking of what is possibly going down later. one of your lectures, your teacher Mr Doyoung even noticed you wasn't being attentive as you normally do. he clears his throat before he speaks.

  "Can you pay attention, this is really important information for your assignment". Mr Doyoung said.

"Sorry sir I will pay attention now" you responded.

"what is wrong with me? you think to yourself. its not like its your first time doing sexual things, however its different with Haechan and his friends. you do not know what to expect especially after his wild request. curious thoughts is all you have now.

finally you finished your lecture. most people had left to go since classes are finished for today. so here you was looking at the time on your phone, exactly 4.55pm. to be honest you felt something tight in your chest. perhaps nervousness. you normally are the one in control on what and where to be, you know what to expect but this time, the very first time you don't have the control. it does make you feel slight anxious, not knowing what to expect. and the thought of being in a classroom where anyone can walk in to does make you feel somewhat nervous. its a first to let others take the lead. you tell yourself its going to be just fine, small breathes. you want this just as badly. You already feel arousal thinking about the last time. there you are, walking towards the lecture. it was empty, no one at sight. you felt relieved and walked your way to the hidden classroom behind. just as you opened the door, you see Haechan sat right on the chair. you felt aroused just by seeing his beautiful face and sexy thighs well spread out.

"5 minutes early huh? Someone is pretty eager to get stuffed with a bunch of cocks"

he walks over to you taking slow and intimidating steps. you dont realise that you've pushed yourself behind a wall. no where else to walk back. stopped at your tracks, you finally made eye contact. Haechan's gaze is so intense, watching you in amusement seeing you look so confused and startled. he leans in closer giving a cold whisper. "You're probably wondering why I choose this place, right?" he said it in a sultry voice. feeling shivers going down your body,  having no idea why you can barely say a word. ever since you came across Haechan, he left a quite different impression. he was intimidating yet nice? he brings his finger on your mouth, you felt desperate being the needy bitch you are and sucked it. He laughed, "you're cute".

but it seems like he had other plans. he brought his fingers down to your chest, circling your hardened nipples then pinching them hard. "Mmmm." slowly trailing his finger further down to your wet panties. "Tsk I've barely even touched you and you're already soaked, slut". you let out small moans. just having him at close proximity to your body, moving his fingers makes you feel so frustrated.

"You think I didn't notice you begging to get your pussy touched that day?". you felt  exposed infront of Haechan, he manages to see right through your acts despite you not trying to show it. the sudden intrusion of his finger inside of your wet pussy makes you gasp so hard, "fuck! you moaned out. He pulled his finger out without warning, leaving you deprived. "Hae-chan please.." you begged. He grabbed on to your hair and pulled it hard. "Answer me slut!". You felt so deprived and wanting him inside badly. "Yes, yes Haechan I..  wanted my pussy touched.. i wanted to feel everyone's cock.. inside of me..". Haechan got his fingers near your folds, teasing you before he shoved them deep inside. "Fuck haechan.. your fingers feels so..good" you immediately started riding his fingers like its a cock, loving the way they feel inside of you. "Be a good slut and make my fingers dirty" he says and you felt yourself coming to climax. His fingers felt like heaven, you couldn't stop moaning out and creating a mess. As he got his fingers out, haechan seductively sucked your wetness off. "Mm taste so sweet my pretty slut".

it was weird to think only Haechan was here. To be honest he created a bigger impression on you. before you entered you had wished to see him first, you know how he makes you feel with his dirty words and gaze. you love how he knows how much of a slut you are. just as that happened, the classroom door opened. Walking inside you see familiar faces, Jaemin, Jaehyun and Jeno.

"Yo haechan why you always first?" Jaemin asks. To be fair even you wondered the same thing too.

"Had the stretch the pussy out before you fuckers get inside it".

"Damn her panties are soaking bad, so eager to feel us inside?" Jeno said.

"Clothes off now" Jaehyun ordered as he pointed at you.

you begin to strip your clothes off after Jaehyun demanded you. Jaemin told you to leave your soaked panties on whilst you removed the bra. the guys were in awe of your body, an hour glass shape with a nice ass and perky tits. instantly you felt all hands touching your body. Every hand made you feel a bolt of electricity in your body, never feeling such exposure of four guys watching you without anything on. making you feel sensations you've never felt before.

Jaemin came from behind and pulled you down to sit on his lap, feeling his hard cock against your ass. as you did, Jaehyun moved his hands to your tits and cupped them in his hands.

"So nice and juicy" immediately noticing how hard your nipples are he took the left breast in his mouth and sucked it off. massaging the right breast before he brings his whole mouth inside of it. "Mmm.." you started to moan. Jaehyun looks so attractive having your tits inside his mouth. The thought of sharing every part of yourself to everyone made you so so wet. "You like when I suck your plump tits don't you?"

"Yes.. Jaehyun I love it..".

when Jeno was approaching closer, you subconsciously spread your legs. "Fucking needy bitch" he said as he moved your panties aside, watching how your pussy is dripping. "Look at this pussy begging to get fucked" Jeno brings himself between your legs, moving his tongue all around your pussy and entrance, swirling his tongue onto your clit. you felt his tongue enter inside of you and penetrate through your pussy. "You like having Jaehyun touch your tits whilst I tongue fuck your pussy, don't you slut?". "Mmm feels so good.. more Jeno".

Haechan tells everyone to stop and get you  on the desk. Jaemin picks you up and places you on the desk. "Please fuck my pussy.." you whined out.

"Go on Jeno, fuck the slut" said Haechan. You was surprised he didn't want to nor did he touch you after what happened. Lowkey missing the feeling of Haechan's touch and wanted to feel him so badly. But ofcourse Haechan had other plans. He just wanted to watch you get used.

Jeno comes near the opening of your pussy and puts his head inside, then his inches until he was all the way in. "Fuck you gasped. Jeno had a huge cock. He began to grind himself on to you. Whilst he was fucking you into you, Jaehyun and Jaemin got their hard cocks out. You had your eyes closed in pleasure not realising that someone took your wrist. Jaemin got your hand on to his cock and made you stroke him. He was masturbating off with your hand. you gripped on to his hard cock and let him use your hand as a guide to pleasure himself. Meanwhile, Jaehyun rubbed his cock, grabbing your hair he pushed his cock inside of your mouth. "Her wet pussy feels so good around my cock, suprised a slut like you has such a tight pussy mm" as Jeno moved his pace faster quickly.

"Fuck you use your mouth so well slut" Jaehyun says bringing his cock out, rubbing it on your wet lips before he enters inside your wet mouth once again. you moaned yourself on his cock as you felt pleasure in all ways. Jeno was fucking you so good, feeling his hard strokes hit you. using your tongue you swirled it all over Jaehyun's cock. "Don't tease me with your tongue slut, im coming inside of your pussy".

you felt so deserpate with your moans as you got every part of you used. Jeno went faster, feeling shivers down your spine as you both moved fast. "Fuck gonna cum inside this dirty pussy of yours" he says, feeling the hot cum drip inside of your pussy.

"Jaehyun you're next to fuck her".

he was so excited to finally get inside of you.

immediately got his cock inside of you and began thrusting. "Fuck such a wet pussy making my cock feel soaked".

you love getting your pussy used by us don't you whore?" You didnt answer him so he thrusted into you harder, making you gasp out loud. "Yes! I love getting my pussy destroyed by everyone's cock..  feels so good".

Jaemin was getting too desperate. He wanted to feel how its like inside of your tight hole. Suddenly you felt yourself get lifted and placed on his lap. This was different, you felt his cock insert inside of your tight ass hole. "Oh my.. god fuck Jaemin!".

"Fuck me, ever had your ass fucked slut?". You nodded no. Jaemin slid his cock inside of your ass, you moaned in pain and pleasure. Holding you by the hips, burying his cock deep inside of your ass. "Lads her ass is the tightest.. fuck she's clenching my cock already". Moving around he changed positions, standing behind you instead,  making your legs spread out. Jaemin spits right inside your ass making it extra wet and pleasureable. You loved feeling Jaemin in your ass, looking back at him with tears begging to feel his cock inside again. "Want to feel your cock... Jaemin please give me".

"Such a needy cockslut, can't get enough of having your pussy fucked that you need my cock inside your ass too".

Jaemin thrusted inside of you from behind, "fucking slut, want me to fuck my cum inside of your tight hole?".

He kept thrusting deeper, seeing you in pain that changed into pleasure because you loved feeling him inside of your ass. Jaehyun made you sit on him instead. "Ride my cock whore wanna see those tits bounce". You start slowly riding but clearly wasn't enough for Jaehyun. "So fucking useless, want me to do all the work you slut". 

Hugging on to your upper body tightly with his arms wrapped around you, he forced his cock inside your pussy. His pace was roughness, you felt sweaty and slightly out of place. "Fuckkkk this.. feels so nice".

"Bitch you like the way I fuck your used pussy like this" feeling Jaemin hit harder strokes into your ass the pleasure of feeling penetrated at the same time was the best feeling you ever had. "She loves it bro, she can't wait for us to make her holes dirty".

"You love having Jaemin fuck your ass while I fuck your dirty pussy up don't you slut".

"Yes love feeling you both inside me, want to be filled".

Jaehyun fastens his pace as he can feel you clench on his cock. You're literally a soaking mess. "Fuck bro I've never seen a slut's pussy so wet" Jeno said. You bring your hand on Jeno's cock desperate to have inside your wrecked mouth.

"Jeno fuck her mouth up".

As he heard that, Jeno entered his huge cock inside of your mouth. Giving it slow strokes, you felt tears coming down your face. It was too overwhelming and overstimulating for you to have 3 cocks at the same time. But you fucking loved it. "Mmmh love feeling my holes fucked up like this.. feels.. too... too.. good"

"Fucking slut having three guys fuck all your holes, so pathetic" Haechan said.

you wanted Haechan to join in too but he was too sick. He thrived off watching you be a pure slut, degraded and used.

you feel the cocks inside of you twitch. "Gonna dirty your asshole with my cum whore", as Jaemin thrusted hard once more and cummed inside of your ass. At the same time, Jaehyun also fucked his cum inside of your wet pussy. the feeling of having cum run down from your ass to your pussy was amazing, feeling used by both.

"You love having mine and Jaemin's cum inside of you, making your holes filled with cum slut".

you couldn't even speak because Jeno was stroking himself inside your mouth. Soon enough you felt him grunt hard and he shot his hot cum inside of your mouth, which you swallowed all up. "Such a dirty girl she is, got all 3 cum in her holes" Jeno said.

"She likes getting used, look at her she's begging to get Haechan to touch her after taking our cocks the slut".

"Little whore still not satisfied is she? After we destroyed each hole of yours with our cum". Jaemin said.

"Did my pretty slut enjoy having all holes filled up"? Haechan held your chin up. Its the first contact he's had with you since.

"Yes.. i loved it.. so so much but..."

"But what?"

"Want to feel you fuck me Haechan" you said in your wrecked up state.

He smirked, then pulled you by the hair. "Really are a cumslut ain't you? Desperate to get touched by me so bad."

just as he spoke, someone tried to open the door. Everyone panicked slightly because who the hell could it be right now?

Haechan scoffed. He felt annoyed because he was just about to have his turn and someone interrupted.

as you looked up, it was none other than your teacher, Mr Doyoung.

"What on earth is going on here?!!'' As he walked in seeing you fucked out with cum everywhere. Feeling suddenly humiliated and caught out.

Mr Doyoung closed the door behind him as he entered the classroom heading towards everyone.

"*readers name* seriously? Aren't you ashamed of yourself doing such acts? The rumours I heard were right then."

"Sir, please.. its not what you think. Im sorry".

"Guys I'm disappointed in you all. Haven't you heard of the saying, "sharing is caring?". Mr Doyoung smirked.

"Woah you nearly scared us Mr Doyoung" Jaemin said. Everyone laughed.

"Ofcourse we can share her, sluts like her just want every cock inside her pussy." Jaehyun said.

Mr Doyoung made his way to your body. He wasted no time and removed his pants. his cock was out, rubbing himself all over your tits. you'd be lying if you said you never found Mr Doyoung attractive. He looked so sexy during your lectures, you can barely focus when he's teaching you. the times where you had a wet dreams about him, having his cock inside. this felt so surreal. no way is it coming true?

"Ever felt a grown cock like this before pretty girl?"

"No.. sir i have not".

"Going to be a good girl and use that slutty mouth of yours to good use".

he pushes his cock into your mouth. loving the way his cock is feeling inside of you. Your warm wet mouth making his cock sloppy. "Fuck those rumours weren't a lie, got a good mouth on you".

Using your hands and giving it fast strokes, teasing the tip of cock with your tongue.

"I bet you always wondered how i would feel inside your mouth, stretching that pretty mouth of yours, right?"

"Mmm yes.. sir always"

"Shit... fucking love when you innocently called me sir during lectures, made me want to bend you over my desk and fuck that little pussy of yours. But little did i know, you're just a massive slut begging to get stuffed".

Before Mr Doyoung was about to cum, he shoved his cock inside of your cum filled pussy. "Is this why you wasn't paying attention in class? Thinking about having everyone's cock buried inside your pussy?" you just kept moaning feeling so much pleasure. "Answer my question" Mr Doyoung said as he gave a hard stroke for not answering his question.

"Yes sir.. was thinking of getting my pussy filled.."

unbelievable he thought. "If you make me cum like a good slut you are, I'll give you an A grade for your assignment". What a tempting offer that was. Obviously you would agree because your a slut after all. "Ofcourse sir I'm doing a good job aren't I? love feeling your cock inside me. Please dirty my pussy with your cum sir...please sir always thought of getting fucked by you".

Mr Doyoung obviously couldn't control it any longer and started moaning. Fuck his moans were just as gorgeous as his face, pleasing to hear. In no time he shot his cum directly inside of your pussy.

"Such a good slut you are, love how your pussy feels filled inside".

Haechan was watching everything play out infront of him. its what he wanted to see and planned for you. to be extremely fucked out of your brains, wrecked and stuffed with everyone's cum. he did feel somewhat jealous, how you was praising Mr Doyoung and others. wanting to give you his final form, he awaited. the mixed feelings inside of him growing, anger, frustrated, needy and jealously raging, he was so aroused. you looked up and saw him approach you. feeling so much emotions at once. Fear. Excitement.

"Missed me?" Haechan said. you nodded so fast, he was finally giving you attention.

He knew you loved his fingers. A bit too much. so he purposely teased you, having his fingers inside and the other is rubbing your bruised clit. "Hae-chan you.. make me feel so good.." you were a moaning mess for him. How easily you was submissive to him. Haechan saw how your legs were beginning to tremble and he quickly stopped and pulled his fingers out of you. "What the fuck Haechan-"

"Haven't you had enough fucking all my friends and Mr Doyoung? "Don't you have any respect for yourself? Shameless slut, wish your parents could see how much of a slut they have raised".

you felt too fucked out of your brains, you just need haechan inside of you right now.

"Please.. Haechan.. need you so badly" you literally sobbed as you spoke. As much as you loved fucking everyone in the room, Haechan was the one who made you feel the most without doing much. You've had a lingering tension with him since the first day. You always wondered how it would feel being wrapped by his beautiful cock.

you was slightly embarrassed having to beg infront of everyone. everyone easily gave into you except Haechan and that mere fact made you want him even more.

so desperate, you kneeled infront of him, perky tits out with your mouth wide open. Haechan couldn't take it anymore, seeing you be so submissive for him wanting him in any way he wants. he brings his cock out and your eyes widen. Its not the first time seeing his cock but its the best one you've seen. a thick grith and beautiful veins appearing. "Please" you quietly whined out. "Please what slut?" Your mouth was salivating just seeing it. "Want to feel you in my mouth". "My horny little slut, I'll let you do what you want if you earn it." He said.

you smiled and started touching up his thighs, then leaving kisses making your way up higher. suddenly feeling his cock on your face, you got your tongue out and swirled the base of his shaft to the tip. as you kept swirling his tip, you closed your mouth and ran it over your wet lips.

"Tsk that's not really earning it slut, seems like you don't want me to be inside of you"

Hearing his response you took his whole thick grith inside of your warm mouth. You pulled his cock out as you kept shoving it deeper inside your mouth.

"That's much better slut"

just as you was continuing to take his length all the way in he stopped you.

"What.. happened, didn't I earn it?" With a confused look to your face.

"Eh you earned somewhat but I guess maybe not enough for me to fuck you"

you was annoyed, still sexually frustrated yet tolerated everything. all you want is to feel him inside of you. being the desperate slut you are, you began to suck your own tits seductively, trying to get him to fuck you. No response. he just watched you like it was pathetic. Its not that he didn't like your huge tits, fuck he loved them. but he wanted to see how much more you'd beg. Being the slut you are, you bent over exposing your plumped ass. getting the saliva from your mouth to your fingers, placing them directly inside of your hole. All whilst watching him. "Please Haechan.. want your fingers in me the most. It feels so much better with yours than any one else's".

"Not gonna lie she looks fucking sexy right now". Jaemin said and began to stroke himself off to you.

"Having four cocks in every hole still aint enough you slut?" Jeno speaks.

"She's our cumdump for a reason, she loved having me inside that pussy" Jaehyun said.

It slightly annoys him hearing everyone comment on their experiences. The way you your pussy was swallowng their cocks inside and taking all their cum because your everyone's little cumdump. Haechan can't resist any longer and walks over to you. He spanked you so hard you whimpered. And he continued spanking you as your ass is bent over. The hurt you feel and can tell your ass is bruised already. Purposely you shake your ass only to receive the biggest spanks. "Fuckk.. you already can feel the pain as he hits you hard. You lost count of the amount of spankings given, feeling mixture of pleasure and pain. Moaning and crying out. Haechan stops it. His fingers stroked you and felt your pussy.

"You're dripping wet slut".

"Please ..Haechan" you say.

"Please fucking what?"

"Please fuck me please" in desperation you say.

"Oh you want me now?" as he cockily says.

"Yes, I want you inside of me"

"I'm already inside of you, slut" as he shoved his fingers into you deeply.

you moaned and sighed, "want more hae-chan.. want your cock inside..me"

"Now you all will be watching how I fuck this needy slut of mine".

as he came forward he touched your nipples, playing with his fingers before he brought them inside his mouth and sucked.

He didn't wait much until he used his hands to cock your pussy up. Without knowing what's coming, he slammed his cock right inside of you. "Hae-chan.. fu-ck..." as he  thrusts almost savagely. You was so loud, a bit too loud. But that's what he wanted. wanted you to scream out his name so others could hear. That you're so desperate to have him than others. Your throat was hurting and struggled slightly to keep at it until you find his hands squeezing your throat, tightly. Finding that so arousing, your pussy literally tightened around his cock. This was far more brutal than others, you knew it was punishment of some sort and to always remember this day. feeling the tears coming down your fucked up face, barely having your eyes opened. He was balls deep inside of your pussy, thrusting in and out. Haechan fucked you like you were a useless toy and you loved it. Feeling used and for others to fuck themselves on. "Look at how tight your pussy is around my cock, so fucking good". You can hear him groaning near you. "Do my friends fuck you better like I do?"

"No.. only you can!". He rams his cock even deep "you seemed to love having them stuff your ass and pussy full of their cum don't you? Loved the way Jaemin streched your tight ass hole out?". The only thing leaving your mouth are whimpers. "Even had a wet dream you said about Mr Doyoung, can he fuck you like this?"

"No.. Haechan.. only you fuck me dumb"

"See, only I know the way to pleasure you properly, had you begging for me even after having 4 cocks inside that dirty pussy of yours, fucking slut" he spat at your face.

"If you wanna act like a slut, then I'll treat you like one".

His hands roaming all over your body, his touch felt so over powering on you. You can almost feel yourself getting off. Just as you thought, haechan's thrusting got even violent. "O... my god... hae-chan...fuck..!" you orgasmed so hard. Feeling quite light headed, he grabbed on to you tightly. You felt overwhelmed by this pleasure.

"Such a hot fucking slut, letting me take you from the ass. Only my cum makes you feel this good, only i know how to use your body, fill you up well, my personal slut".

Hearing his words just overwhelm you even more, making you feel pleasured and satisfied.

by each thrust getting deeper, you hear the way haechan moans out loudly. you love the sound of his moans, pretty like him. your wet pussy immediately clenched around his cock making him release a loud moan. he filled you up nicely, his hot cum shot inside of you making your hole dirty. he pulled his cock out and the remaining cum was dripping down to your thighs and legs.

"Don't bother cleaning it up, want you to go outside and show everyone what a slut you are. Desperate to have my cum on you like a needy bitch"

you looked back and saw everyone was literally getting off to you, cum dripping down their cocks. they watched the way Haechan fucked you so dumb. what a fucking slut you are.

smiling, you felt so satisfied. having not 4 but 5 cocks inside of you. loving the way and how different each felt. you won't lie, Haechan was your favourite, your glad he waited til last because he fucked you stupid. It felt nice to hear how angry he got since you get off those things. It made your pussy even sensitive and throbbing like crazy.

"My pretty slut did well taking all of our cocks inside your tight pussy, making us stretch not only your mouth but dirty pussy wide" Haechan says as he puts his thumb in your mouth as you sucked.

©2022 lostlovesoul11 all rights reserved.

[headspace-hotel]

A selection of varieties of moral greyness that I have found to be great fun to write:

Enthusiastic, excitable mad scientist with a god complex, consumed by an obsessive love for science, whose compassionate and moral sensibilities keep butting heads with what a massive nerd she is about the super cool unethical human experimentation she’s doing.

terrifying murder machine that, despite appearing to be just a 100% cold-blooded, hyper-efficient killer, is actually trying to be Caring in the most confusing, dumb, opaque way possible. Has never personally encountered kind treatment and doesn’t know what emotions are or how to visibly emote in a way others understand but is fucking trying anyway.

asshole who hates everyone, running on spite and a slightly deranged revenge plot where she sadistically murders her abusers (hot girl shit). fiercely loyal to people she has grown to like but probably absolutely fucking hates the fact that she has grown to like them and complains the entire time when she’s saving their lives

Not actually morally grey per se, just very bracingly upfront about the fact that making the right choice and being a good person is hard and sucks shit and they hate it and would rather enjoy comfort and ignorance, but much to their annoyance, they feel driven to make the right choice anyway. Don’t mistake this self-awareness for humility though; they’re talented, they’re sexy as hell, they have a massive ego, and they fuck.

Sketchy murder idiot who may be just a total dick and may have run an brutal organized crime ring and may have been known for killing people by stabbing them a bunch of times and stuffing the wounds with contaminated objects…but harming children? For fuck’s sake, she has standards—and this is how she ends up siding against the villain

[venusiangguk]

gold rush pt. 3 | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, v little plot, smut, kinda fluffy, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 9.9k um?

>>warnings: pegging!!!, butt stuff!!!, sexy anal!!!, sub jk, soft dom oc, crying why do i always make everyone cry, fingering (m), strap on, dildos, vibrators, sex toys, sex shop adventures, explicit sex, like so explicit this bitch is basically 10k, mutual masturbation, coming untouched, kisses, aftercare in the form of snacks, titty squeezing, dirty talk, excessive use of pet names, yoongi exists

>>notes: i wasn’t gonna write this bc ur girl does not know the first thing about pegging, but jk sucking the strap came to me in a dream and i had to do it. it was highly requested so i hope u like it! i wrote and poorly edited this whole thing today so im sorry for any mistakes !! 

>>summary: jk wants the strap, and jk gets what he wants !!

pt.1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

The sun is shining, and there’s just the perfect amount of breeze to cool Jeongguk as sweat runs down his temple. The soccer pitch just got cut, making the ball much easier to control, and therefore much easier to aim at Jimin’s ass. It’s cool-down time, so the team is in groups of three, idly kicking the ball between each other, for the last few minutes of practice. All in all, a great day to talk about getting pegged with his best friends.

Jeongguk glances around the field, making sure the other groups are far enough away from him and his friends before clearing his throat. “So… do you guys like… get pegged?”

When Taehyung passes the ball to Jimin, Jimin completely misses it due to the fact that he is looking at Jeongguk like he is the most pitiful human on the planet. Jeongguk adjusts his shin guard to avoid the scrutiny.

“Gguk… honey… are you dumb?”

Taehyung’s jogging back after retrieving the ball that ran astray. “No, Mini. He’s straight.” He kicks the ball to Jeongguk. “If by ‘pegged’ you mean fucked in the ass by a real dick, then yeah. We do.”

Jeongguk receives the ball with a ‘rainbow’ and juggles it from his thigh to his laces, balancing the ball for a second before kicking it to Jimin. He nods, contemplative. “Nice.”

“Okay ace.” He passes to Taehyung, before throwing Jeongguk a teasing look. “You thinking about taking it up the ass, Gukkie?”

“Perhaps I’m contemplating.” He sniffs nose in the air.

Taehyung laughs. “Got your button milked once and now you wanna take a phallic shaped object? Proud of you.” He places his hand over his heart, like the mere thought of Jeongguk getting railed makes his heart warm.

A whistle blows, and Jeongguk kicks the ball up to his arm, tucking it into the curve of his trim waist. “Why does everyone call it a button? And it hasn’t only been once.” He sounds exasperated and so so tired.

His friends jog to bump shoulders with him as they make their way to the locker rooms. “Hey, jokes aside, I think it’s cool you’re like comfortable enough, or whatever, with __ to explore the things you like.” Taehyung says.

Jeongguk rolls his eyes. “Okay Dad.”

“No seriously!” Jimin insists, holding the locker room door open for them. Fuck the rest of the team. “She seems good for you. Babys you like you need.” Jimin laughs.

Jeongguk’s shirt gets caught on his head as he squawks. “I don’t just like being babied, fuck you.”

“Okay so she also entertains your sadistic side. She’s the full package.”

Jeongguk looks down with a blush. He shrugs his shoulders lightly before bending over to get out of his gear. “She’s pretty cool I guess.”

Taehyung knees him while he’s still bent over making him stumble a bit. “Awe, Jeonggukkie is in love.”

“Shut up.” Jeongguk smacks him in the face with his smelly sock.

“When you gonna do it?” Jimin asks, buttoning his new pants. 

Apparently they aren’t showering today. Jeongguk will just have to stop at his dorm before heading to yours to help you study. That reminds him that you have a test on Friday, but are free this weekend. He just so happens to be free as well. The team they were supposed to play had to forfeit because their coach got caught sleeping with one of the cheerleaders. Sucks, but good for Jeongguk and his little asshole.

“Maybe this weekend.” With their backpacks on, they start the trek back to the dorms. It’s nearing night now, the sun just starting to set in the sky. Jeongguk pulls out his phone to tell you he’s stopping by his place before heading to you. You reply quickly.

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

okie

wanna have sex instead of helping me study 

me:

yeah but im not gonna 

just think about how good the sex will be when u get an a 

baby🥺💘😏🧠🙄👊🏻:

🙄

When Jeongguk pockets his phone, Taehyung speaks up.

“You think she’ll be down?”

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate. “Yeah, probably.”

Ever since the first time you made him cum untouched, butt stuff has been a moderately regular occurrence for you both as a long-term, healthy, pro-ass eating couple. Honestly it was mostly him getting his butt played with, but he supposed it made sense. Like Jimin explained to his once naïve self, it was just biological- or something. Whatever. He wonders if three fingers will be enough to fit a fake dick in his ass. He asks his friends.

“Eh…” Jimin starts, looking up like he’s thinking. “Maybe, but you might wanna try to get to four, maybe five if you're using hers, since she’s tiny.”

Jeongguk’s mouth falls open and he pales. Taehyung notices and laughs.

“Don’t get scared. It’s just better to over-prep than under-prep. And like obviously you work up to it, she’s not just gonna shove her fist or her cock up your ass.”

Her cock. A little tingle settles in Jeongguk’s lower belly at the statement. He’s been thinking about this for a while, looking at porn in his free time. Seeing the way the guys moan on their girls’ strap always gets him hard. Seeing how hard their cocks get when the toy hits them just right. He throbs when he sees the guys cum just from the strap, no hands. Maybe he should fuck you when he gets to your dorm instead of helping you study. His cock is feeling a little plump.

“Alright well… Bye, thanks for being gay and answering my anal questions!”

As he’s pressing the button to his elevator, they lived on opposite sides of the athlete dorm and there were different elevators for each of the wings, Jimin chirps, “Don’t forget to empty your asshole really well, and don’t eat the day of! Also buy extra lube and put a spare blanket down!”

Jeongguk winces. Valuable information indeed, information he mentally pockets, but did he need to yell it in the dorm common room?

“Noted!” He yells back at the elevator dings and opens up. Jeongguk pretends like he doesn’t meet the curious, kind of confused gaze of one of his teammates. He must have walked in while Jimin was yelling and only caught the end of the conversation while waiting for the same elevator. Jeongguk gets in and immediately closes the doors. He can catch the next lift.

~~~

Jeongguk’s got his head in your lap and you’re running your fingers through his long, silky hair. He showered today, so waves of his aromatherapy lavender shampoo are wafting up to you. Sweet boy. He seems sidetracked, occasionally sighing and subtly twisting, but is still more or less purring on your thigh, feet tucked up onto the cushion of the couch. Netflix is on the small tv that was left by the last person who lived there, you’re mac book connected via HDMI. You’re not really paying attention. Mind kind of tired from all the studying you had done this week. Jeongguk fidgets a tiny bit again, wiggling like he’s trying to get comfortable. He huffs a sigh.

“Hey,” You say softly, getting his attention.

His body curves at the waist, causing his t-shirt to bunch up and show off the dip of his hip bone. He looks up at you with wide eyes. He seems surprisingly awake. Must have some busy little bees buzzing around his mind. He makes a little questioning noise.

“You okay? You’re kinda fussy.” You murmur.

He groans. “I-  am just thinking.”

“About?” You drag the word out in a singsong-y manner.

The way Jeongguk’s face flushes is so pretty, you have to stop yourself from cooing. 

He moves himself from your lap and sits facing you. He looks like he's thinking about what to say, or how to say what he’s thinking so hard about. 

Eloquently he states, “I’m horny.”

You glance at his cock. Not quite hard, but a little happy and excited. You chuckle, leaning towards him, giving him a playfully sexy look. “Okay, let’s fuck baby.”

Jeongguk blushes even more, cheeks tinted red, while he leans away from you.

You pout. “What?”

Again he pauses, a small pout on his lips. He seems to be in a soft, needy, difficult mood. You’re probably going to have to pry what he wants to say out of his mouth.

With another uncalled for exasperated huff, Jeongguk rolls his eyes and moves closer to you before catching you by surprise and swinging a leg over your lap. He’s facing you while he straddles your thighs. His arms are looped around your neck, he’s playing with a little bit of your hair, twirling the long length around his fingers. You smile up at him, gently. Your palms squeeze at his narrow hips encouragingly.

“I want to try something new…” He says. He sounds nervous and looks at you the same.

��Mhmm.” You say, fighting a smile. 

“Really bad. Like I want it really bad.” His hips roll, probably unconsciously from the way he closes his eyes to ground himself. 

You peek at his lap, and his cock is bulging, the fabric of his sweatpants doing nothing to help hide it. You bring your hand to it, and massage him through his pants.

He whines and pushes against your palm before a hand comes down and grabs your wrist, stopping the movement. “Quit it, I’m trying to talk.” He’s so petulant and whiny.

You move your hand away and place it back on his hip, giggling a little. “Well spit it out, then.”

He scowls. You reach up and smooth the wrinkle in his brow before trailing it down and cupping his cheek. He softens immediately, melts like butter in your hands. His eyes close and he lets out a soft sigh, body relaxing a little.

He’s whispering, kinda giggling out of embarrassment, when he says, “I want you to fuck me.” He pauses, peeking at you through his lashes. “Like for real.”

Almost instantly a little spark ignites in your belly, and you feel your pussy get that telltale heartbeat. You didn’t want to push Jeongguk into anything, but you’ve been thinking about taking the ‘next step’ with your… ass-plorations for some time. But you figured he would get to the same point on his own, and would come to you when he was ready. Turns out you know him as well as you thought you did.

“Yeah?” You rub your free hand up his side. 

He nods quickly, eagerly. You pinch his cheek lightly, and he retaliates by trying to bite at it. To avoid the attack it finds his way back to his waist.

“When did you want to? Tonight?”

He wiggles impossibly closer to you. Kisses you quick before nodding again. “Yeah. I um. I already like prepped… mostly. I prepped what I could by myself.” He pauses with a cute thinking face. “You will probably have to help me a little. But yeah. I got ready for you just in case.” He nods.

You hum, glancing at the old clock on the wall, another gift from the prior tenant. 11:52 pm. 

“If we hurry, we can make it to a sex shop? They don’t usually close until 2 or 3 in the morning.” You suggest.

Jeongguk bites his lip, smiling excitedly. “Really? Can we?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yeah, duh.” You lean up and give him a speedy, but thorough kiss, smiling into it. “Been wanting to peg you for so long.” 

His face scrunches endearingly. “Don’t call it that.”

He hops off your lap, and goes to grab the keys, wasting no time. He stands by the door expectantly. His cock is, extremely obviously, sticking out. Someone didn’t wear his briefs today.

“Can you like… kill that?” You’re laughing as you tug on some sweats of your own, having only been lounging in your panties and one of his shirts. Your usual at home attire.

He looks down, and has a smug grin on his face when he looks at you again. “It’ll go down in the car. Hurry up!”

~~~

A dildo looks so much bigger when one is looking at it knowing that it will be inside of them within the next few hours. And there are so many options and colors. Some vibrate, some have fake pubic hair on them. Some have balls that are squishy and feel eerily… accurate.

Jeongguk isn’t having second thoughts, no. But he is having thoughts. Very overwhelming thoughts. 

You’re next to your boyfriend, glancing between him and the varying selection of fake cocks displayed in front of you both, trying to gauge his reaction. He looks a little pale, but tentatively excited. Curious at the very least.

“Which one do you want?” You ask.

“No idea.” He responds, eyes wide.

Like most store clerks, one shows up, almost like they have a built in ‘customer needs help and has no idea which dildo to get to peg her super hot boyfriend’ radar. 

“You guys need help?” He is a small man, with a monotone voice. He looks like he would rather be anywhere else at 12:30am on a Saturday night. 

“NO!” Jeongguk says quickly and loudly. Very loudly.

Both you and the store clerk flinch, looking at him shocked.

Jeongguk shifts on his feet. “No.” He says in a more socially acceptable tone. “No- I’m sorry. But we’re uh-” He grabs your arm and pulls you closer. “We’re good, thanks.”

The clerk looks between you and Jeongguk and the dildos. “Um… Alright.” He starts to walk away before he turns back around. “Well if you change your mind, I’m Yoongi and I’ll be at the counter. If your toy is electric I’ll test it in the back before you leave… We uh- provide batteries with your purchase if needed…” With one last glance, a very judgmental one in Jeongguk’s opinion, Yoongi takes his place at said counter. His eyes flicker to you guys every once in a while.

“Baby,” You grab Jeongguk’s face between your palms and make him look at you. You squeeze and his lips poke out making him look like a guppy. He blinks. “I know you’re nervous, but it’s going to be okay.”

He rolls his eyes, guppy face and all. “Well obviously. I just- We don’t need help.” He wiggles out of your grip, much like a… guppy.

You grin, trying not to laugh, and just be the supportive girlfriend you are. “Okay, did you decide which one you want?”

A side glance. “Not yet…”

You walk up and go to grab a pink sparkly one.

“Uh, not that one.”

You quirk an eyebrow and move your hand to a larger one.

“No.”

You play a little game of dildo hot or cold until you have a better idea of what Jeongguk wants. His preference seems to be skin tone, close to his own, with a more realistic feel. Normal balls though, not squishy. Also no faux hair. You thank him for that. If you actually had a penis it would surely be waxed. Bless Jeongguk for doing the same. As for size, he leaned more towards a very normal, moderate size. Maybe 5 or 6 inches at most, not too thick. Smaller than himself. One last option.

“Do you want it to vibrate?” You ask, holding one in your hand testing the numerous different settings.

He shakes his head, answering quick. “No.”

He pauses.

“Wait.” He thinks. “Maybe. Should we? You could use it too?” 

Sweet, kind, considerate angel. Always thinking about you and your pleasure. Couples who share the strap last the longest.

You shrug, pointing out, “I could use one that doesn’t vibrate too.”

He looks offended and sounds snotty. “Uh, you don’t need to.”

“Whatever. Why don’t we get both?”

You had a point. He pretends to ponder it, before nodding, already persuaded. “Okay.” 

“We need the harness now.”

You begin the harness hunt, walking through the store, coming across many a things, but for some reason you both keep missing them. They’re nowhere to be found. 

“Maybe they’re sold out?” He tries.

“Doubt it. Let’s go ask.” You grab him by his pinky and try to drag him to the counter. He resists. 

“Let’s not.”

“Koo.” You say giving him a look.

He whines, throwing his head back. Borderline throwing a fit. You hold your ground, smiling.

He’s easy to give in. Being a brat just on principle. “Fine but you’re talking.”

You stand on your tiptoes and kiss his cheek. “Of course, baby.” With his pinky in hand, you make your way to the counter.

The store clerk, Yoongi, if you remember correctly, is sitting behind the counter hunched over smiling at his phone. He doesn’t seem to notice you’re there.

You clear your throat gently, “Excuse me?”

Yoongi jumps, almost throwing his phone. “Fuck!” He exclaims. His fists come up ready to fight before he sees it’s you and Jeongguk. He then places his hand over his heart. “Shit, you scared me.” He chuckles, recovering quickly. “How can I help you?”

You stare at him for a moment longer before speaking up. “Um yeah, I was just wondering where your harnesses are?”

He leans on the counter, head in his hand looking kinda bored. “Hanresses? What kind? Hanging harness? Body harness?”

You glance at Jeongguk and he looks like he’s going to die.

“The um- strap on harnesses?” Your voice goes to a whisper when you say it, despite it just being you guys in the store.

Yoongi sits up, and looks at you, and then looks at Jeongguk. A look of understanding comes over his face along with an amused smile. He nods to himself, while getting up to help you. “Nice. Follow me.”

Jeongguk gapes at the ‘nice’ and looks at you in disbelief. You pat his butt telling him to get going. 

With some help from Yoongi you pick out a harness that looks supportive and comfortable, the ring that holds the dildo, compatible with both the ones that you plan on getting. It’s a simple adjustable black one. Yoongi recommended wearing something under it if the straps dig into you and irritate. He seems bored, but he’s actually very good at his job, and very knowledgeable.  

Finally you’re at the counter. You place all the items in Yoongi’s reach and he’s just about to tell you the total when Jeongguk perks up.

“Wait!” He says before scurrying off.

It’s quiet for a split second. Before the clerk speaks up.

“He’s cute.”

You smile, “Thanks, he’s mine.”

Yoongi laughs, small little fish teeth and gums on display. Must be a Pisces. You know Pisces teeth. “Does he have any cute friends?”

You nod. “Yeah, but they are dating.”

He shrugs. “Don’t care.”

“Uh… I can give you their Instagrams?”

He pulls out his phone, and follows them right there after a quick glance at their pages. Confidence is nice.

There’s a short lull in the conversation. And Jeongguk seems to be taking his sweet time getting something you guys must have forgotten. Or the poor things lost. It’s a big store. You speak up this time.

“Do you have like a manager I could leave a review for? You were really helpful, and seemed like you really knew what you were talking about.”

He shakes his head. “Nah, I own the place. You think I would be here on a Saturday night if it wasn’t obligatory? Thanks, though.”

“Oh.” You say. That was pretty impressive. The store was quite successful based on the reviews. You would make sure to let Jimin and Taehyung know Yoongi was a business man.

“Okay, I’m back.” Jeongguk announces. “Sorry I forgot where it was.”

He places 2 (two) large bottles of lube on the counter. You cough out a laugh.

“Baby, we have lube at home.”

“But do we have enough?”

“I think maybe one more would be more than enough.”

He ignores you, looking Yoongi in the eyes for the first time tonight. “Add both please.”

Yoongi nods, looking a little scared of Jeongguk’s seriousness, and does as he’s ordered.

After Jeongguk pays, and you both are making your way to the exit, Yoongi calls out, “Good luck, tell your friends to follow me back!”

“Uh- Okay?” Jeongguk yells back. When you’re in the parking lot, he asks, “What the heck was that about?”

You shake your head, laughing to yourself. “Don’t worry about it.”

~~~

As soon as you get back to your dorm, the atmosphere is thick, full of tension and nervous anticipation. Jeongguk’s fidgety, eager to get started. You’re not far off, but contain yourself a little more. Need to keep control of the situation in case Jeongguk gets deep into his mood.

You guys are in the bathroom now, each one washing a toy before you use it. You make sure to unwrap the harness and the lube as well, both at Jeongguk’s insistent request, ensuring you don’t have to stop and deal with it later. 

“Let’s just get undressed in here, it’s where my hamper is.” You say already tugging your shirt over your head, tits bouncing freely. Jeongguk went without briefs today, and you went without a bra.

Jeongguk quietly follows suit, and you don’t miss the way his hands are trembling a little in anticipation. When you’re both naked he kisses you quickly, and jiggles your boobs a little just because they are there and because he can, before saying, “Okay, lets go.” He’s out the bathroom before you can even respond. You laugh to yourself and gather the stuff he forgot in his excitement.

When you walk out with your hands full, you see Jeongguk spreading out a blanket over your comforter.

“Whatcha doin?” You ask curiously, placing the items on the nightstand.

“Gets messy. Wanna save your bedding.” He states.

You squawk, grabbing the blanket he set up on your bed. “Not my baby blanket you monster.”

He laughs, abs tensing. You notice he’s already hanging a little heavy between his thighs. “Sorry. Was the first one I saw.” He walks over to the couch and replaces the blanket that’s hanging over the back with your baby blanket and resets up. “Better?” he asks, extended his arm towards your bed to show off his work.

You nod, and take the few steps needed to close the space between you both. Your hand runs down his belly, and you feel his muscles jump, and you see little goosebumps sprout all over. His hands come up to cup your tits. You kiss softly where his heart is. You look up at him.

“I love you.” You smile.

He blushes. “Love you.” He whispers, before he leans down and slots your lips together.

It’s eager from the start. Your bodies press together, as your hands roam. When he takes a breath and surges back in, your teeth click together is his haste, before his tongue slips into your mouth. He groans into you, his hand going down to cup your ass, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer. 

You feel his cock against your belly, almost fully hard already. You reach down to wrap a hand around him, wanting to help him get there before you get started. He hisses, thrusting forward instinctively before pulling away. He looks like he hates that he does.

“No- I,” He’s already short of breath, chest rising and falling a little bit faster than normal. “I wanna watch you cum. With the toy.” He reaches around you, grabbing the vibrating dildo. “Please?” He asks. His eyes are fervent.

You take the toy in your hand, and kiss him again softly. “Yeah, baby. Whatever you. It’s all about you tonight.”

He shakes his head. “Always about you too.” 

Your heart beats, happy in your chest. You thought about it earlier in the night, but Jeongguk really was the best lover. He always, always made sure you were taken care of, before, during, and after sex. He was so vocal and communicative, genuinely wanting you to know it was always about both of you, even if one was receiving more attention. He was caring like that in and out of the bedroom. You were so lucky to be his.

“You’re too good to me,” You laugh, climbing onto the bed. You settle back against your pillows, propping some behind you so you can see him, and watch him while you get off. He takes his place in front of you, looking at you expectantly.

He’s impatient, placing his hands on your knees, spreading you open so he can see your cunt. You let him get you into position before saying, “Keep your hands to yourself now, okay?”

He nods, eyes never leaving your pussy. He licks his lips. “Okay.” It’s said in a distracted kind of far away tone.

You hum as you bring the toy to your mouth, getting it wet. You wouldn’t need any lube, you would be dripping in no time. You don’t waste any time putting your free hand down between your legs and spreading your pussy lips, so your clit and the pretty pink center of your cunt are displayed for Jeongguk. You glance at him through your lashes, when you hear a small gasp fall from his lips. He’s already got a hand around himself. Just the tips of his fingers stroking his length, at a leisurely pace. 

“She’s so pretty… You’re so pretty.” His eye flick to your face before zeroing in on your center again.

“Tell me how to do it baby. Tell me what you want to see.” You say, voice salacious and soft. You circle your finger slowly around your nub, dipping inside just a bit to spread your slick around.

When he swallows, it’s audible, his Adam's apple jumping. “I want you to turn it on low, and put it on your clit. I want you to feel good.”

You smile, and drag the tip of it down your body to just above your clit, turning it on the lowest setting before making contact with your sensitive nub. Your legs jolt, almost closing when you feel the vibrations. Even the lowest setting was strong. Your head falls back, and your legs spread more for him once you get used to the strength of the toy. “Fuck…” You breathe.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, greedy for your pleasure.

You nod, eyes still closed, focusing. You move the vibrator in small circles over your clit. You can hear Jeongguk’s breaths speed up.

“Turn it up.” His voice gives away that he’s speeded up his hand on his cock too.

You do as he says, looking at him as you do. He’s sin personified. He’s on his knees, sitting back on his feet, so his thighs are flexed and bulging. His abs tense when his palm twists under the crown of his cock. His eyes almost look black, pupils blown so wide, lust taking over his face. He’s got his plump bottom lip drawn between his teeth. He looks up from your pussy and catches you staring. He smiles shyly.

You keep your eyes on him as you bring the toy back down to your core. A short high pitched moan falls from your lips, as your brows knit together, before your eyes roll back. He groans, your expression enough to make his cock start to leak.

“Feels so good, Jeongguk.” You moan. The vibrator is right where it feels best, pulsing against your clit, causing pleasure to bleed into your veins. 

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, he’s breathless, sounds like he’s in love. With you, your cunt. “Tell me.”

“‘S just right Koo, could make me cum just like this…” 

He curses, and you open your eyes just in time to see him grip the base of his cock, keeping himself in check. “Not yet, baby. Little longer, please.” Still so polite and good for you, even when he’s the one telling you what to do.

He has you keep the vibe there, for a while longer, right in the spot that’s gonna make you lose it. He watches as a tiny clear drop leaks from you pink little pussy. It looks like it’s heavy and about to drip down to the blanket under you. He doesn’t notice your legs shaking until you’re gasping, “Koo, I’m almost- I’m gonna-”

“No!” He says quickly, his hand reaches out to pull the vibrator from your cunt just before you get your high. Your pussy aches and throbs, wanting to cum so bad. 

Your chest is heaving when you ask, “Are… are you edging me?”

He shakes his head, even though your eyes are closed, trying to catch your breath. “No, no! I just. I got distracted.” He looks at that small drop of slick again. Fuck, he wants to lick it up and drink you down. “You’re leaking.” He states.

You laugh, breathing getting back to normal. “Yeah?” You reach your hand down to collect the distracting little droplet and bring it in front of you. You press the sticky finger to your thumb and then pull them apart to see the clear strings stay connected even as you pull. You hum, before offering your hand to Jeongguk. He sucks in a breath.

“Want some?” 

He’s quick as he crawls between you legs, cock fully hard now. He watches you as he sucks your fingers into his mouth, tongue swirling around getting every last bit, before he sucks off with a pop!

He crawls farther up your body to kiss you deep, wanting you to get a taste of yourself too. He pulls back just a bit, and whispers against your lips, “I want you to fuck yourself with it, okay? Just for a little bit, then you can cum?” He’s phrasing it as a question, knowing he really doesn't have the final say, not tonight. But his voice is shaking from how turned on he is, how could you ever say no?

“Sit back.” Is all you respond. He does as he’s told.

You buzz the toy over your clit again, just because you can. Wanting to see how long Jeongguk can be good before begging. Turns out it’s not long at all. 

“Put it in…” He moans. You look at him and his mouth is parted, and his eyes heavy as he watches you. His hand is moving fast over his cock, sticking straight up to his tummy. “Please.”

You drag the toy down to your slit, and tease it there before just barely pushing it in just a fraction of the length. Jeongguk whines, high and desperate. Apparently you’re moving to slow for him.

“More,” He begs. 

You sigh, “You’re so needy tonight, baby.” He nods, agreeable.

When the toy sinks inside of you all the way to the hilt, you and Jeongguk both moan a quiet, “Fuck.” simultaneously. You’re coherent enough to laugh a little at the jinx, but he seems to barely notice, too focused on watching the toy sink into you, and then come back out to vibrate your clit again. You keep up this teasing pattern, again waiting to be told what to do by him, waiting to see how long he makes it this time.

“Harder, do it harder,” He’s panting. Moaning every word that leaves his lips.

You do as he says, and finally push the toy in at a pace that gets you climbing to being close again. You won’t be able to come like this though, and he knows that. Knows that you can only cum from penetration with him. He leans over and grabs the other toy from the end table, spitting on it and spreading it around until it's covered well.

“Use them both, want you to cum for me.”

With two toys in your hands, one in your cunt, filling you up, and one on your clit, making your legs shake, you do your best to make yourself cum. But it’s not enough. A soft whine falls from your lips, you’re so close, but you need more. More than you can give yourself.

“Faster baby, faster. You’re so close.” He whispers. He got both hands working now too, one stroking and one down tugging on his balls. 

You whimper, “I can’t my arm hurts. It’s tired.”

Immediately he stops pleasing himself and gets right to pleasing you. Your pleasure taking priority. “Shh, don’t worry, I’ll help you baby.”

Jeongguk sits between your legs, and takes over the toy fucking into you, and turns up the one on your clit. With him pushing the toy in at a pace that you couldn’t do yourself, and the other toy vibing your clit incessantly, it takes barely any time at all for you to cum. You were so close already, just needed him to push you over. 

Your legs are shaking and your toes are curling, when you cry out, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

“Do it, baby. Wanna watch.” He’s quiet, paying close attention to your body and the reactions he’s helping pull from it. He’s part of the reason why your face looks so pornographic as you finish. He’s part of the reason why your back is arching off of the bed. He’s part of the reason why your toes are curling, and why your legs are shaking, and why your pussy is contracting over the toy he’s still thrusting inside of you, working you through every last second of your orgasm. He reads your body cues, and slows down and pulls it out when you start to come down. You look blissed out, and you bring a hand to your hair and fluff it a little before laughing.

“That was good.” You sigh smiling, and when you look at him an image forms in your head, and you have every intention of making him carry it out.

Right before your eyes, Jeongguk wraps his lips around the toy that is going to be inside of him in just a short while, sucking off your slick. He laps his tongue around it trying to get it all. He’s obscene. 

“Gimme,” You say sitting up with an extended hand. 

He pouts at being interrupted, but does as he’s told. He takes your spot on the bed, and you head to the bathroom, stopping by your dresser on the way.

When you get to the bathroom, you close the door and get to cleaning the toys once again. After, you get to the stuff you grabbed from the wardrobe. A lacy pair of black panties, and sheer black thigh highs with matching lace adorning the tops. You slip into them, and then move on to the strap on. You hold it in front of you and try to make sense of which part goes where, and which holes your legs go into. It takes a second, but you get into it, adjusting it so it's nice and snug. Your outfit probably won’t help much with protecting your thighs, but at least the little part above your pussy will be safe. You look at yourself in the mirror. Not too weird or scary yet. You glance at the dildo on the counter.

It’s not too big so hopefully it’s not too… jarring when you see yourself with it. You get to work, slipping the suction base of the non-vibrating toy into the ring that’s meant to hold it in place. You look at it sticking out from your crotch and take a deep breath before turning to the mirror.

You gasp, before cackling quietly. You knew it was going to be weird. Like you knew. But actually seeing yourself with the whole get up is funny. Right now at least. You know it’s going to be sexy, once you get used to it and into the moment and inside of Jeongguk. You wonder how he’s going to react. Only one way to find out.

While you're walking to your bedroom from the bathroom, the dildo bobs, and you're giggling distractedly until you lift your eyes to let your boyfriend know you're ready. Again you’re met with a scene so indecent it belongs in a porno.

Jeongguk’s eyes are closed and soft moans are falling from his lips as he strokes his cock. He’s got three fingers in his ass, opening himself up for you, for your cock. Such a good good boy. He was so patient and productive while you got ready for him.

“You’re so good baby,” You murmur softly.

Jeongguk blinks his eyes open slowly, and rolls his head to the side to look at you. He doesn’t even falter in his movements at all, hand still moving, fingers still thrusting. He smiles a little when he sees you, but his eyes are hazy and he sounds lust drunk when he simply says, “You look sexy.”

You blush and a fond smile graces your lips, any embarrassment or self consciousness you were feeling prior to seeing him spread out for you on your bed, quickly vanishing.

You settle on the bed between his legs and watch for a moment as his hole takes his long fingers in. “Want me to help?” You ask quietly.

“Mhmm,” He nods, eyes closed still, tongue peeking out from between his lips. He doesn’t take his fingers out, though.

You grab the lube next to him, and flip it open. “You gonna get out so I can get in?” 

He shakes his head. “Nuh uh. Put one in with mine.”

Something about that makes your body tingle. Inside of him with him. Opening him up. You can’t explain it, because you don’t really even get it yourself, but it makes you buzz and feel almost high.

You slick up your middle finger, and drizzle some more on his for good measure. He jumps slightly, and then giggles softly.

“Cold.” He says.

“Sorry,” You say distractedly. Your finger is lined up with his now.

“I’ve never done 4 before so you… have to go slow…” He pauses as he speaks, letting himself moan freely when his fingers graze over that secret spot that he’s grown to love so much.

“Tell me to stop if you need to.”

He doesn’t reply, just stops his fingers so you can wiggle yours in next to his. At the first push against his hole, there’s resistance. Very much expected. He’s quiet, teeth gritted, but he never says stop, knowing his body wants it, and knowing it will accommodate what he wants. After the second knuckle, your finger sinks in, almost gets sucked in, by his hole.

He lets out a shaky breath.

“You okay, baby?” You check in.

“Yeah just… full.” He moans when you wiggle your finger experimentally. “”S good. Move it some more.”

You do, and his start to move with yours. You can feel his fingers curl inside of himself to reach his prostate, and it’s pleasant in an out of body way, knowing when his face is going to contort in pleasure, and when he’s going to cry out, when you never really knew before. You’ve milked him before, of course, but feeling him do it to himself from the inside? It’s kind of thrilling.

“Pull, stretch me out.” He moans, voice impatient and needy.

He gets kinda slutty when something’s up his ass.

He swears when you do, his finger rubbing insistent circles on his prostate to distract himself from the minor sting of the stretch. His moans, start to raise in pitch and his hand that’s on his cock, still jerking it, starts to speed up. You can tell he’s close. He clenches against your finger that’s still stretching him open.

“Fuck,” He says, on a breathless giggle, “Take them out. Or I’m gonna cum.” He’s still stroking his cock, like he doesn’t wanna stop.

“You c-” 

“No. Out.” He demands, hand finally pulling away from his cock, and his fingers inside stop. You gently ease out of him.

When Jeongguk’s fingers slip out, you gasp. His little pink hole is clenching on nothing, still open just the tiniest bit, thoroughly stretched.

“You know how you always say my pussy is pretty?” You ask, fingers tracing around the puffy stretched rim.

He makes an affirmative noise, watching you with hooded, lazy eyes as you touch him. He even spreads farther so you can touch and see better. You marvel at the difference between the embarrassed boy you made cum untouched a couple months ago, and the one in front of you now, so comfortable and relaxed. It makes you happy.

“Well, your butthole is pretty.”

He snorts, and kicks you lightly. He smiles at you, soft and sluggish. “Just fuck me.” 

He sounds so wistful and just ready.

But you’re not.

You grip the base of your cock, and stand up. You walk to the head of the bed, next to his confused face. You stay there waiting for him to get it. He doesn’t.

“You want me inside of you right baby?” You ask, voice gentle.

He nods, eyes no longer hazy, but wide and confused. He looks between you and your cock.

“I think that means you have to get me ready. Get me nice and wet, right?”

You can physically see when Jeongguk gets it. When it clicks for him. His eyes darken, and he licks his lips. “Yeah… You’re right. I should… help you.” He whispers, sitting up. You back up enough for him to have a place on the floor.

Jeongguk on his knees for you isn’t a new sight. He’s eaten your pussy like this before, you either grinding onto his face, or him holding you still and making quick work of your clit. But Jeongguk on his knees for you to suck your cock? New, and lewd. 

He looks nervous, kind of hesitant. A hand is raised midway, like he isn't sure if he should grab it. 

“Lick it, baby.” You encourage.

He glances at you, doe eyes seeking approval as he leans forward and gives a kitten lick to the tip. You nod, letting him know he’s doing well. His hand comes up and replaces yours at the base and he opens his mouth enough to wrap his lips around the head, and he swirls his tongue.

He pops off, and strokes up to where his mouth was and spreads the little bit of spit. The silicone is still dry though, so he spits on it more, straight from his mouth. You suck in a breath.

“Fuck, you’re so hot baby.” You whisper a breathy moan as his hands move up and down your cock. He adds his mouth again.

He hums a little, before backing up and looking at you again. “Does that feel good?” He asks.

You laugh lightly, in pure awe of him. He’s so sexy, and so sweet, and so incredibly lust inducing. Your pussy aches behind your cock. “Feels so good, baby. You’re doing so good.”

He hums, still stroking you off. “I really want it inside me…” He says, hinting that he’s ready.

You have mercy on him, having fulfilled your newfound personal fantasy enough for the night. Maybe you could revisit it another time. But now it was time to fulfill a mutual fantasy.

“On the bed, hands and knees.” You tell him.

Excitedly he hops back onto the bed, and gets into position, his hole on display for you. His back is arched and you can see the plush swell where his lower back meets the top of his cheeks. You settle behind him, and his shoulder to waist to hip ratio, is sinful. He’s always had the daintiest waist, strong, but still so small. But at this angle, it’s cinched and the way his legs are spread makes his hips look wider, accentuating the dip at his middle. You rub your hands over the narrow curve, all the way to his cheeks, grabbing handfuls of the muscle. There’s a slight give when you squeeze your hands.

Jeongguk’s head drops, and he lets out a shuddering sigh, he’s got the chills again, and he’s got a constant thrum coursing through his body. “Please…” He moans, so quietly, so desperately.

You kiss the small of his back before grabbing the lube left abandoned on the bed. You lather 2 of your fingers, and push them into Jeongguk’s hole making sure he’s nice and slick. There’s no resistance at all, hole loose and ready enough for them to slip right in. Then you lather your cock, probably with too much lube, honestly, but you wanted to be so sure that he didn’t feel any more pain than absolutely necessary. You knew the first initial push in would be the worst, but you were hopeful you both had stretched him out enough to at least minimize or diminish it altogether. 

You grab the base of your cock and line it up with his hole. It flutters, when you barely press against his rim.

“Ready?” You ask, giving a heads up.

“Yeah.” He says softly.

He’s tight. His hole sinks in with the tip of your cock before the rim gives and swallows around it. Jeongguk tenses and his hands grip the blanket under you. 

“Shit…” He groans. He sounds like he’s clenching his teeth.

You rub soothingly at his lower back, fingers dipping when you run them over the dimples at the bottom of his spine. “You’re doing so good baby.” You tell him.

“Doesn’t really hurt, I’m just stretching.” He says through his teeth. “I can take it though, keep going.”

You grab the lube and drizzle more directly onto his hole. He doesn’t mention the cold this time, too focused on taking your cock. You push against him, and feel yourself sink deeper into him. It’s like after the tip was in, his body knew what to do to take the rest. The slide wasn’t a swift, fast stroke, but it was a smooth and slow glide. When you bottom out Jeongguk’s arms give out from under him, his face going to the bed. 

“Holy fuck.” He keens, resting his head on his arms. Your hands are constantly on him, soothing him in any way that you can.

“Tell me when.” You whisper patiently. He nods. With his head turned to the side and pillowed on his arms, you can see his eyes are squeezed shut. The inhales and exhales you can see in the expanding of his ribcage, tell you that he’s taking deep breaths working through the stretch, getting himself used to it.

“Okay… Ready.” He murmurs.

You pull out just a bit before pushing back in. Jeongguk moans softly. Spreads his legs even wider, arches his back even deeper. He’s pushing his ass out for you, his body begging you to make it feel good.

You keep a slow pace, kind of nervous to speed up. 

“You can go faster, feels nice.” He says. He’s been puffing out little gasps of air every time you bottom out with your slow pace.

With his consent, you grab at his hips and pull out to just the tip, before swiftly pushing back in, fast and hard. His cheeks bounce on the impact. You grab one and jiggle it a little, thrusting into him again, drinking down the whines that slip out.

“You’ve got such a bubble butt, I never noticed before. But it like… bounces.” You say, wonder in your tone. 

“Thanks, can you like tell me about it later?” He asks, voice strained.

Point taken. 

Your thrust game is kind of shitty, in reality. It’s hard to find a rhythm, your hips not used to moving this way. But Jeongguk is moaning freely underneath you, just happy to have something inside of him after thinking about it all week. So you keep going, and eventually, the pattern comes to you, still kind of messy, but now you’ve got him cursing beneath you. You’ve got one hand on his ass, the other braced on his arched spine.

A particularly good thrust has Jeongguk burying his face into the bed, teeth biting at the bedding. “Yeah fuck-” He groans with his mouth full of blanket. With his hands now free, he brings them behind him and settles them on his cheeks and spreads.

You watch clearly as your cock sinks into Jeongguk’s ass. You’re out of breath, but you make sure to tell him how good he looks, how pretty his hole looks swallowing your cock, like it was made to take it.

“Wanna ride you.” He says. His voice is pitifully wrecked and he sounds so thoroughly fucked, you feel a little proud. Still, you’re grateful for a break. You don’t know how he fucks you like he does. ‘Topping’ is tiring. You pull out of him, and realize that when you were in awe of his hole at taking your fingers, it was premature. Jeongguk’s hole after he takes your cock is vulgar. It’s properly gaped now. Not huge, but around a fingers width.

He rolls over, and settles on his back like he just needs a moment. His chest is heaving, similar to yours. You hop off the bed, and a needy keen comes from him. You glance back at him, and he looks like he’s going to get up and follow you, but you hush him gently.

“I’m just getting some water, baby. I’ll be right back.” 

He huffs flopping back onto his back. “Hurry please.” He whines.

You get back as soon as possible with a glass of water for you both to share. He sits up onto one elbow and makes a grabby hand for the cup after you’ve had your share. You swat his hand away and hold the cup to his lips. He hums, gulping the water down. He’s happy to be coddled and taken care of. When he finishes with a cute little gasp, you place the cup to the side, and brush your hand through his sweaty hair. 

He butts his head against your palm and laughs. His eyes shut, and crinkled at the corners. His water break seems to have perked him up. His cock hasn’t deflated one bit. Rock hard and red, throbbing against his tummy. It’s messy and wet too.

You’re about to ask if he touched himself while you were inside of him, but before you can, you’re getting manhandled until he’s on top of you. He’s got your hands pinned above your head, and he smiles at you playfully, before leaning down to kiss you, deep and slow. He sucks on your lip, and slowly grinds his cock onto your belly, soft whines spilling from his tongue. He brushes his nose against yours as he sighs into your mouth, finally allowing himself the pleasure of paying attention to his cock. 

He doesn’t allow himself relief for long, however. He’s sitting up and looking from side to side for the lube before finally spotting it. His movements are quick and hectic, like he’s too excited and overly eager.

You rub your hands over his strong thighs. “Hey, slow down. You don’t have to rush. We have all night.”

He sighs at your touch, and nods softly. He whispers. “Yeah… okay. I love you.”

The little affection makes you swoon, absolutely smitten. “I love you.” You squeeze at his legs, tenderly.

He hums. “Gonna ride you now.” He opens the lube and continues with eager actions, almost like you didn’t even slow him down just a moment ago. You smile fondly to yourself. Jeongguk’s too busy slicking up your cock again to notice the mushy look.

He’s got a hand reaching behind him and he’s gripping your cock to line it up with his hole. He wiggles to get into the right position before slowly starting to sink down. His eyebrows are pinched, and his mouth falls open. But his eyes roll back when he bottoms out. His hands are braced on your stomach.

“Oh, I love it like this.” He whimpers. His legs tense at your sides, almost like he’s trying to close his legs at the pleasure he feels from your cock being tucked inside of him, hitting all the right places. He starts to grind on your cock, soft pleasured little mewls just tumbling off his tongue.

He looks so good, whining, grinding on you with his weeping cock displayed. But you wanna see him lose it on your cock. See him fall apart at how good it feels, not watch him bask in it.

“Bounce on it.” You say, voice sounding almost as fucked out as his. You know your panties are soaked through at this point, pussy pulsing and neglected, tucked away behind the strap.

Jeongguk nods. “Yeah, wanna.” 

He’s lifting himself off your cock to the tip before sliding down on it again, hard and fast. It punches a sharp gasp from his lungs. He finds a pace he likes and keeps it up, his thighs tensing, and his abs flexing as he tests his stamina, chasing that euphoric feeling he wants so so badly. He’s so strong and fit, bouncing up and down on your cock as loud unabashed moans fill the room. 

The force of him riding you makes your tits jiggle, bouncing around until they catch his attention. He groans before his hands find them, squeezing hard, using them as leverage as he pulls and drags his hips over yours. Your cock must be rubbing over his prostate because he’s losing his mind. All kinds of noises leave his mouth, and the expressions he makes are filthy.

“Fuck baby. You make me feel so good. The best- I-” He eyes squeeze shut and his mouth opens in a silent moan, overwhelmed, before a guttural groan sounds from deep within his chest. “God. Wanna cum on your cock, baby. Fuck me-”

You laugh, wonderstruck, and kind of deliriously high on the satisfaction and fulfillment you get from seeing Jeongguk feel so just…. Good. “Yeah baby? You’re gonna cum for me? All over my cock?”

He whimpers and nods as he gets back to bouncing, a desperation to his movements that wasn’t there before. His cock is slapping against both of your stomachs with nasty wet noises due to his precum getting everywhere. You feel some fly and hit your neck, his cock just dripping, weeping and begging to cum. 

It won’t be long though, before he cums. You feel the way his thighs tense, and he gets that confused look on his face, and he’s got that puzzled pitch to his moans. It’s the way he always gets when he cums untouched, always in awe that he can do it himself, without a hand around his cock. His whole body is flushed and hot to the touch, sweat making him glow in the soft light of your bedroom lamp.

He throws his head back, neck extended, and veins bulging, before looking down at his bouncing cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” He’s so whiny and noisy when he moans.

“Yeah?” You ask again, “Do it baby, show me how. You can do it, cum for me.” 

He’s nodding frantically, “Yeah- I’m gonna... Fuck, yes- Yeah, I’m-” He bounces a few more times, silent aside from the obscene squelching noises of your skin meeting, before his body tenses one last time before that string in him snaps. “Cumming-” He chokes it out. His moans don’t stop the whole time his cock shoots out his load, landing on your tummy. The moans even turn into cries, actual tears filling his eyes and falling down his cheeks. His body jerks and twitches with his orgasm. But still, he’s grinding on you, your cock still rubbing that spot inside of him, it’s like he never wants the feeling to end, even if it’s devastating, bordering on too much to handle.

You smooth your hands all over his sweaty body, before firmly placing them on his hips, stopping him. “Hey. You’re good, you did so good baby, you don’t have to keep going.”

Jeongguk’s cries are quiet, and he takes a few deep stuttering breaths to try and calm himself down, nodding with your soothing words. He rubs the back of his hand at his eyes, trying to dry them. It doesn’t help much, he’s calmed himself some but a few silent tears still make their way out, along with some soft hiccupping breaths.

“Lay down, and wait for me, hmm?” You whisper gently. He nods and lifts himself slowly, wincing at the sore ache in his hole. It’s more prevalent now that the pleasure has subsided. He all but collapses onto your pillow. 

“I’m gonna get some more water, and a towel okay?”

He grunts in response.

Before you go, you strip out of the gear, just tossing it on the ground, eager to get back to Jeongguk after getting the things you need.

When you get back, he is in the same exact position, and you laugh lightly. 

“Baby?” You ask, making sure he didn’t fall asleep.

Another grunt.

Good, he would hate you in the morning if you left him to sleep being so messy.

“Sit up, I have water and snacks and cleaning supplies.”

His head pops up. “Snacks?” His hair is sticking up on one side.

You laugh, endeared. He’s not crying anymore either, a good sign that he will be okay in just a little while after some kisses and love.

“Yeah, I got some of those seaweed chips you like, and some water.”

He sits up, leaning back on the pillows knowing the drill for after butt stuff. You hand him the water and the chips. He eats first.

“You hungry?” You ask, fitting yourself between his legs with the warm washcloth. He opens easily, munching away. You both are far past after sex shyness.

He talks with his mouth full. “Yeah. Jimin said not to eat the day off.”

You hum curiously, but don’t question it. Jimin partakes in butt stuff much more than you both. 

You’ve got all the lube cleaned off his thighs and cheeks, now all that’s left is his hole. You do it as gently as you can, knowing he’s sore just from how red and swollen and puffy it is.  But he still winces.

“How bad is it?” He mumbles.

You hesitate. “Um… You’re gonna be a little sore.” You tell him simply.

He groans, before downing his water. When he’s done, he says, “Practice is going to suck.”

You nod in agreement. It was. You wrap the used cloth in the blanket you used to protect your sheets, once again just tossing the bundle to the floor.

“Worth it though,” He smiles, pleased.

You chuckle as you find your place by him. He’s set his refreshments aside and lets you curl against him. His body sags with exhaustion when he feels your warmth press into him. You plant kisses on every inch of skin you can reach. He purrs.

“Why’d you keep going?” You ask, between smooches.

“I don’t know… it just felt so good. I guess I didn’t want it to stop.” He’s quiet, and his words are said on a sigh.

You nod, your kisses making your way to his lips. You just kiss him, slow and easy, for a few minutes until he yawns into it. He giggles.

“I’m so tired man.”

“I bet man.” You tease.

He kisses you one more time before asking, “Will you tickle my back until I fall asleep?” It’s hopeful and so sugary sweet.

“Yeah roll over.”

It’s barely a few minutes before you're met with his soft snores. You kiss his shoulder blade, before following right behind him.

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you ask for pegging and you shall receive :] i hope you liked it and that it met ur pegging standards askdkhjd as always, comments and feedback and asks and notes are loved and appreciated. thank you for reading friends ily :* 

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BnHA 326: What’s up Kids, It’s Me, Your Old Pal Stain

Previously on BnHA: Ochako shamed the U.A. Clown Mob into letting Deku go back inside his own fucking school by giving them an hour-long speech about how not to be humongous dickheads. Kouta and Gigantic Fox Lady saved the manga by being the only ones brave enough to give Deku a hug. Shouto was all “man, all this togetherness sure does remind me of that promise you made that we would handle Touya together which you immediately bailed on, doesn’t it, Dad.” Aizawa was all, “for the one and a half people out there who thought that my losing an eye and a leg might actually make me less sexy, I’m very happy to prove you wrong.” All Might was all, “[standing outside the U.A. fortress alone in the rain talking to someone or something??].” Like seriously, what was up with that though.

Today on BnHA: All Might is all “here I am in Kamino having a belated mid-life crisis because Deku abandoned me and I’m a terrible mentor and everything sucks and I hate myself.” Stain is all, “don’t make me come over there and give you a ten page speech about why you’re still the goat while menacingly holding you at swordpoint the entire time” because idk if you knew this guys, but Stain is pretty crazy actually. Anyway so he does that, and then All Might gets all emotional, and then the lady from chapter 92 shows up and gives All Might’s statue an encouraging pep talk, and then Horikoshi is all “and it even stopped raining lol can you believe this shit I’m not even a little bit subtle,” and he really isn’t. But I still got emotional anyway, because seeing people reassure All Might that everything he’s struggled for his entire life hasn’t been in vain just got to me okay. Horikoshi knows I am weak to the All Might feels and he just goes for the jugular every time, that bastard.

lmao. “in the neverending downpour, All Might is...” yeah, thank you, glad we’re getting right to that then

“All Might is driving 95 mph in his busted ass car in the pouring rain, is what he’s doing.” huh

so basically a day or two after his adopted child refused to accept the handmade bento that he packed with love, my man is out here acting like he’s got nothing to live for anymore. this sure bodes well for certain prophecies on which the clock is still ominously ticking down

his fucking face though omg. is it weird that I’m kind of hoping more people ambush him just because I think it’d be funny to see them get their asses kicked like the last bunch

(ETA: or maybe he will just stand there openly not giving a fuck and basically daring them to stab him!! get it together please All Might.)

side note, “anti-hero supporters” is such a strange way of saying “people who hate heroes”, which I’m assuming is what they actually wanted to say?? this makes it sound like it’s a group that really loves antiheroes. “these Hannibal stans have been a real menace lately. time to go deal with them”

ha ha ha, fucking ouch

are you really gonna do it Horikoshi you bastard. are you really going to let that be the final encounter between the two characters whose relationship you once described as the vertical axis of the entire fucking story. are you really gonna?? huh??

huh

you’re telling me you were driving 112 mph and you still didn’t get there in time. you’re losing your touch old man. lol Todo’s ice is almost fully melted already, how late were you

(ETA: so apparently this is taking place after the end of chapter 325, meaning he went to U.A., hung out for a bit, saw the kids come back with his bedraggled half-dead protégé in tow, watched as they shamed the civilians into some long-overdue character development, and then was all “welp, time to go argue with the hero-hating faction or something because I’m feeling useless.” and Edge just let him go, just like that. though to be fair I have to imagine it’s pretty hard to say no to All Fucking Might.)

also belated lol at the fact that the kids were all “yeahhhhhhh we are definitely not gonna touch that thing, let’s just leave it here, he doesn’t need it anyway.” probably the right call to make since they couldn’t get a hazmat team on such short notice

fuck. ha ha ha fucking ouch part two

All Might please put that thing down before you get gangrene. also yeah, you dropped the ball, good for you to acknowledge it. nobody’s perfect and you did your best. but yeah you could have handled a lot of things completely differently. but I still love you

is Horikoshi really putting this flashback here. are you serious. what kind of fucking sadist

look, I swear I’m not one of those people that runs up and down the street shouting “DEATH FLAG!!” at every third panel lol. but this shit screamed Death Flag when we originally got it, and it’s screaming DEATH FLAG!!! even more now. like with the capital letters and exclamation marks and all. and that’s just a fact. I don’t like it but that’s how it is

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“DID YOU READ THE SIGN??!” Horikoshi asks while zooming in maniacally because he thinks we’re blind or something. lol what

-- though actually, it only just occurred to me that this sign is actually written in English. I never really paid attention up until now and had been assuming it was written in Japanese and translated by the scanlators, but the writing here is clearly part of the original image. anyway so maybe that’s why he’s zooming in?? just to make sure everybody pays attention lol

okay fuck this

see, this is the whole problem right here. once again All Might is all on his own. Deku’s self-destructive angst spiral was fortunately brought to a grinding halt because he actually has support from his friends and family and teachers and classmates. but All Might never had that same kind of support, and it’s made all the difference between the two of them, and not in a good way. Katsuki wasn’t wrong when he said All Might and Deku were both cut from the same cloth. but now when it’s All Might’s turn to go all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD~~” once again, there’s nobody in sight

just, after forty plus years of him carrying this torch, I just wish someone would finally come along to let him know he doesn’t have to. all those things that he wanted to say to Deku are also things that he needs and deserves to hear himself. Aizawa was making a little progress there, but now he’s got his sad zombie cloud boyfriend situation to deal with, and we can’t expect him and his perfect hair to solve all our problems. someone else has gotta step up

oh my god

“you rang?” never mind I take it all back sob

omg why am I laughing. shit

this man truly has the best PR game in the series. we were truly convinced he was gonna suddenly become a good guy and defend All Might against the other villains or some nonsense. as if this wasn’t the same man who decided on a whim that Iida Tensei deserved to be paralyzed, and that his fifteen-year-old brother deserved to die for daring to be upset about it

lol even All Might is all “I genuinely never saw this coming” lmao

just want to say, for the record, I have always harbored a very sensible hatred toward Stain. feeling very vindicated right now. good job Past Me

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STAIN: heard you talking shit old man

ME: smh that’s what I thought you’d say you dumb fucking Stain

STAIN: how dare you talk about All Might that way

ME: gljfljgk

(ETA: in hindsight I have no idea how I didn’t clue in sooner that he didn’t recognize him -- or, well, ~didn’t recognize~ him, to be more accurate lol. I think it was the whole “is that a slight against the heroes?” thing that threw me. Viz’s translation makes it much clearer that he’s offended on behalf of All Might specifically, not heroes in general. anyways.)

sob. so All Might is all “yeah I don’t blame you for not recognizing me in this sweet leather jacket”

good thing he still knows how to do this party trick

A+ reflexes on Stain’s part presumably pulling the sword back a few inches to keep this dumbass from impaling himself with his whole pufferfish routine. can you imagine if that was the gruesome death Nighteye foresaw. and he was just too embarrassed to say anything

lol anyways guess I was wrong about Stain everyone

way to fucking go, Past Me. you really biffed this one

oh wait

Stain sure is one wacky rollercoaster ride

oh fuck me lol I forgot how much I did not miss this

(ETA: “this here is the sacred ground where All Might gave up the last of his power and turned into a shriveled old man!! please ignore the part where I admit to knowing all about that, and yet pretend not to recognize said man when he’s standing two feet in front of me.”)

Past Me, I know we’ve had our ups and downs these past ninety seconds, but I’m really starting to think you were on to something. this dude has always been kind of insufferable. always acting like his high horse is a fucking giraffe when it’s actually a Shetland pony

dammit now he’s got All Might going off on a depressed monologue

oh my god my heart

shit

why the fuck does that hit so hard. he became a hero because he couldn’t bear to just sit back and let bad things happen to people who didn’t deserve it. I mean that’s basically the same as every hero ever, right? so why does it still hit so fucking hard every single time though. what is it about seeing someone so determined to stand up for other people and fight on their behalf. it just never loses its impact no matter how many times I see that determination mirrored in so many of my favorite characters

“I wanted to make the world a better place.” omg. but you did, though. like seriously, I feel like people are always dogging on him for not being 100% perfect, and fandom really doesn’t give him enough credit for everything he still managed to accomplish. this man came of age at a time when Japan was by all accounts a total shitshow, and singlehandedly managed to bring about an era of peace that lasted for four fucking decades. can you imagine having peace for that long?? that’s longer than I’ve been alive. shit

and he gave people hope. he inspired them and protected them and made them feel safe. and no, he couldn’t save everyone, because he’s only one fucking dude (and also because the whole time AFO was also out there desperately working to undermine him so that he could keep preaching his narrative of “heroes are bad actually”). but you know what he did do, is inspire multiple new generations of heroes who, if they can all manage to work together, will finally be able to accomplish everything he never could

so yeah. forty years of peace, and inspired the “that’s how we all became the greatest heroes” generation -- that’s a fucking win in my book. talk about having a net positive impact on the world. lol anyways now I’m all fired up and ready to fight anyone who tries to talk any shit about you, All Might

“but what if I talk shit about myself” okay listen up All Might I’m gonna need you to try just a little bit harder to work with me here okay. please calm down and stop blaming yourself for every single bad thing that’s ever happened in the world. do you remember that time Bakugou was blaming himself for Kamino, and you gave him a hug and told him it wasn’t his fault, and that he was only a boy, and that even though he was strong, even strong people can struggle with the burdens they place on themselves, and that you were sorry for not seeing that earlier? do you remember all of that? that’s what I want someone to tell you too, dammit. anyway please stop breaking my heart please and thanks

wtf

are you dead All Might

um

I don’t even have the slightest idea what’s happening lol

oh snap did he grab him so they could hide??

hold the fucking phone. don’t tell me this person in the background with the umbrella is here to actually do something decent??

oh my godddd

and here come the feels. oh boy. okay don’t mind me, I’m just gonna sit here sobbing over this fictional lady and her simple act of kindness in this weekly shounen manga that I care about way too much

FUCKING DAMMIT AND HERE’S A SECOND HELPING

DON’T MIND ME, I’M JUST GETTING DISPROPORTIONATELY EMOTIONAL OVER THIS WOMAN’S DETERMINATION TO HONOR A MAN WHO SACRIFICED EVERYTHING TO SAVE HER AND COUNTLESS OTHERS. I’M JUST HAVING SOME FEELS OVER HERE ABOUT HER HEARTFELT, DOESN’T-EVEN-KNOW-ANYONE-ELSE-IS-WATCHING FEELINGS OF GRATITUDE THAT COMPELLED HER TO COME OUT HERE AND MAKE THIS SMALL BUT POWERFUL GESTURE. I’M JUST OUT HERE GETTING ALL PROFOUNDLY WORKED UP ABOUT STATUE MAINTENANCE AND THE HUMAN RACE. NEVER MIND. JUST IGNORE ME AND CARRY ON

holy shit. I was not even remotely prepared. you can’t just do that to me. you can’t just leave all these death flags on my lawn and then suddenly shift gears to show me the best of humanity in a chapter where I was expecting the worst. that fucks a person up lol

OH ARE WE STILL GOING

my heart. you see that, All Might. your legacy is so much more powerful and meaningful than you think

...has. has Stain actually been giving All Might a pep talk this entire time

I give up lol. this dude is a fucking enigma

YAYYY

it may just be a metaphor panel, but I’ll take it lol. I missed them. nice to see the traffic light trio front and off-center. I know the whole “this is the story of how we all became the greatest heroes” thing had left some questioning whether certain characters would continue to play a central role in the narrative, and hopefully this will help to ease those concerns just a bit

anyway, so idk if it’s getting a bit chilly down there in hell, but damned if Stain didn’t just give an actual decent fucking speech

I have to say, earlier when I was whining about All Might not having a support squad, I really was not expecting Stain to be the one to come over and pat his head and reassure him that he made the world a better place

-- okay LISTEN

YOU CAN’T JUST COME INTO MY HOUSE AND HIT ME WITH THOSE ALL MIGHT TEARS AGAIN GODDAMMIT THIS ISN’T FAIR. my god. first 317 and now this

holy fucking shit

“I’m just gonna pretend like I haven’t been stalking him for two days and didn’t see the entire Deku bentogate thing go down, and then I’ll give him the whole big speech that I rehearsed, and then I’ll turn around and be all ‘BUT IF YOU’RE A TRUE HERO’, and then I’ll toss him the super-secret AFO wifi password that I stole from Tartarus. god I’m such a badass. fucking give myself chills”

so basically what you’re telling me is that this whole time my “what’s up kids” characterization of Stain from this shitpost has actually been 100% accurate. just want to make sure I’m understanding this right. okay then

“and then I’ll dramatically spin around and be all NOW COME KILL ME BITCH”

it must be so much fun to write Stain. drawing this coked-out maniac who talks like a chatbot that was trained to speak by reading Alan Moore monologues. that must be a trip

anyway so All Might is still crying, the awesome lady from chapter 92 is admiring her handiwork totally oblivious to the batshit insanity going on fifty meters to her right, and it’s finally stopped raining lol

“THE RAIN WAS A METAPHOR YOU SEE” yes, yes, we got it lol. thanks for that Horikoshi. don’t think we needed any help putting the pieces together on that one but I appreciate the effort

so that’s the end! and as I mentioned in another post, I had the count off by one chapter, but next week should be cliffhanger week! so break out your U.A. Traitor bingo cards, friends and fiends. either that or something else happens that I’m completely not expecting at all. which, based on my success rate with Stain predictions, I’d say is more than likely lol

mmm but anyway, so now that the Hug Deku 2021 campaign has finally come to an end, what’s it gonna take to get a hug for my struggling bento-preparing jacket-rocking world-weary death-flag-waving husband who is the worthiest man to ever live and deserves the fucking world, goddammit