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monst · 4 years

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Taking a dip

All characters 18+

Hawks (Takami Keigo), Todoroki Shouto, Deku (Midoriya Izuku), Dabi X reader

Warnings: Sexy time actions/themes, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Dubcon (Dabi & Hawks). Mutual masterbation (Deku), Shenanigans (Shouto & Hawks)

“Can I request some nsfw Onsen hc’s for Dabi Todo Deku and Hawks pls?”

Dabi

You were ecstatic, so much so that you hummed rather loudly as you peeled off your clothes. You hadn’t been on a vacation since you became a hero and that was years ago. Your agency had sent you on mandatory leave to a remote mountain in the countryside of Kyoto. You were spending a week at Kinosaki onsen and you hadn’t felt more relaxed in ages.

It was like stepping into the past. One without superpowered villains, without technology to remind you of recent horrors and most importantly there weren’t many people. You really appreciated the cooler weather, thanking it for keeping tourists away. A pleased sigh slipped past your lips when you sunk into the steamy water. The warm liquid quickly eased your tense muscles and you moaned contently.

Two local girls were soaking not far from you and they quickly initiated conversation, they asked about the scars you bore, and were pleasantly surprised and delighted to be bathing with a top pro hero. They stayed a while longer but ultimately decided to call it a day and they waved you goodbye. And then you were alone…

You sighed deeply enjoying the cool night air on your face as the water enveloped your form. After a while you rested your arms on a couple of rocks, your head nestled in between them. ‘I could literally fall asleep here.’ You mused. There was a slide of a door but you didn’t turn back, you kept your back to the new arrival thinking that you should give her privacy as she shed her towel and slipped into the water.

“I thought I’d be in here alone~” You heard a very familiar voice drawl. You had never turned so quickly in water.. Your facial expression changed about a million times in a couple of seconds as you settled for glaring at the villain. The scarred man had a lazy grin set upon his lips as he looked you over. “What? Not gonna yell, pervert and cover yourself?” He teased.

You scoffed, like hell were you going to show any weakness in front of Dabi. He thrived off of people fearing him that and you wanted him to see the nasty burn he left you with a couple months prior. “What the fuck are you doing here?” You hissed, your mind was already conjuring up various scenarios on how to take him down. However, the lanky man just leaned back against a rock formation and sighed.

“Relax dollface.” He hummed. “I’m not here to pick a fight. Every villain needs some time off every so often.” You rolled your eyes, body still tense. Dabi made himself comfortable and your eyes shifted over him in suspicion. He didn’t seem like he was here to finish cremating you… And you didn’t feel like fighting nude. You hated his guts but you supposed, you could just leave it alone for now. Even though his presence had soured your mood, you hadn’t moved from your spot to leave.

“...I swear life hates me.” You grumbled sinking your body into the water up to your chin. It was then that Dabi’s brilliantly blue eyes shifted back to you. His shit eating grin annoyed you. “Ughh out of all places.” You frowned. “Your lucky I’m on vacation otherwise I would have flayed your skinny ass.” His silence was bothering you. “Why couldn’t you have gone to the men's side.” You groaned. He snickered at that, “Well doll~ There’s a couple old geezers in there who’d recognize me and I was under the assumption that there was no one here.” “Don’t lie.” You fumed. “You got me. I saw your name on the roster and decided to pay one of my favorite heroes an impromptu visit.” You wished you could wipe the smug grin off his face. After another moment of silence you noticed he was closer by a foot. “Dabi I swear if you're up to something.” You hissed.

“Relax~ We’re on a ceasefire hero.” “Well then stay where you are…. I’m watching you.” Your eyes narrowed and you made the mistake of making it obvious that you stepped back. “I’m flattered.” He moved a bit closer. “I..I didn’t mean it like that.” You stuttered. ..Fuck.. Your breath was caught as he neared you, little waves slapping against your skin softly. His cerulean gaze was set on your form, water dripping from his lean form and for a moment, for a teeny tiny second your mind whispered something absurd. He’s fucking hot. You squashed the thought.

He was arms length away and you glared at him furiously. You felt your nostrils flare in anger as he looked down at your bare body. “I think I prefer you out of costume.” he hummed. Words seemed to have escaped you as you thought about a million ways you could kill- Your eyes widened when the tips of his fingers brushed against the burn scar on your shoulder. “This is one nasty scar doll~” Without a second thought you lifted your hand ready to bring it across his face…. He nestled your wrist in his hand, a coy smile curling his lips.

You felt your heart thump loudly, you had found yourself in a very unfavorable position and you cried out softly when he lifted your hand away from your body. Your other hand came to push against his chest but he only closed the distance between your wet bodies. His other hand slid down your body and rested on your hip. It was then that you felt something pressing against your belly and your face felt like it was on fire. A gasp escaped your lips when he leaned in, his nose against yours. “I’ve always wanted to fuck my favorite little hero~”

“I will knee you right here right now Dabi. Let. Go.” He laughed at your breathy threat. “I mean it, there’s no way I’ll let a scummy villain-” “Come on (Name)~” He purred. “People are supposed to do wild shit on vacation.”

Todoroki Shoto

Shouto sighed in annoyance. He had been sitting in the changing room for almost an hour now. His arms were crossed over his broad chest, pale fingers tapping against beefy biceps. “Calm down hon.” You laughed plopping down next to him on the wooden bench. He looked over to you and his hand quickly shot out to pull your towel up higher. “I am calm.” He muttered. “Ha.” You scoffed. “Remember we’re out here because you want us to be.” You teased.

The tips of his ears reddened in embarrassment at the truth of the matter. See your husband and you had planned to go to the springs for the weekend. And at your insistence you wanted to go to the mix gendered area so that you could be together. So then he tried to book it so that it’d only be you two. With his money and statues it wasn’t an issue but sadly your good friends had tagged along and now Midoriya, Uraraka, Tsuyu and Tenya were sitting in the hot water. The issue? Well he didn’t care for other people looking at you while you were nude. Therefore he was going to wait them out..

“Ughh Shouto they’re our friends, it’s not a big deal. Besides it’s not like I’m going to be completely nakey.” He knew that, but that didn’t mean he was okay with it. “You know that’s not the issue…” He flushed, looking down at the marks that still lingered on your skin. There was no way his friends wouldn’t notice the indentation of teeth littering your delicate flesh… He may have gotten carried away last night.

You put your hand on his thigh and looked at him seriously. “Sho…. You do realize that our friends know we have sex right?” This elicited an eye roll from the hero. “”Doesn’t mean they need to know every single detail of it.” He countered. “But we shouldn’t keep secrets from our friends.” You teased, giving him your most innocent look. Grey and blue eyes narrowed at the tone and before he could get out a word you dropped your towel and shimmied away towards the sliding door.

“H-Hey!?” He blushed, red consuming his face when you shed your bra. “What? We need them to see everything~” His eyes roamed your exposed flesh, his lips pursed as you began to slide out of your panties. Shouto groaned, your frisky behavior knew no bounds. You wiggled your fingers towards the door and he rose a challenging brow in a silent dare. You scoffed, he was trying to call your bluff. ‘Jokes on him I’m not bluff- “What the?” The door wouldn’t budge. It was then that you saw the ice.

Just as you turned around to confront him you were met with a blanket of blue. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips as he tried to cover your nude form. You weren’t making it easy for him squirming against him as he tried to knot the towel around you. In your breathless wiggles you felt something...interesting. A sly grin slid onto your face, your hand palming his hardening length. His response was immediate, caught off guard he dropped the towel a low groan passing pale pink lips.

“You little liar~” You snickered. “Is this?” You pressed down harder for emphasis. “The reason you don’t want me going out there like this?” Shouto’s gaze set your skin aflame, his lips seared kisses onto your neck, hands kneading the pulpy flesh of your breasts. Your hand slipped underneath his briefs and you began to slowly glide your hand up and down his shaft. “Ah~” He nipped at your neck, stimulating the still tender bites from yesterday.

At the sound he pushed you up against the door, a thick thigh wedging itself between your legs. You wasted no time in trying to grind against the muscular leg his name leaving your lips in a soft whisper. HIs hot breath blew into your ear “I was trying to stop this from happening, in there, in front of all of them. But it seems like that’s what you want… You want them to see how well your tight cunt takes my cock?” You keened at the thought. “Sh-

Whatever he was going to say next was cut off…. By the door sliding open. The fall was muted by Shouto’s quick reflexes and you bounced off his hard chest. He let out a groan and you looked up to meet various pairs of wide eyes. “Hey...Guys… What’s up?” “Not to be rude.. But when are you all leaving?” Shouto added.

Deku -Midoriya Izuku

“Ah~” You sighed in complete bliss as you dipped yourself into the warm heat of the water. You were in heaven~ “Thanks Deku!” You called out to your boss, knowing that the wall separating the both of you wasn’t soundproof. You heard the hero sputter a thanks. You let the hot water penetrate your sore limbs as you chatted with a couple. It wasn’t long before you were listening to their life’s story.

Deku sat alone on his side. Unbeknownst to you he had bought out the entire area knowing how hectic things would have gotten if his fans knew he was there…. Well that was the excuse he told the people at the front desk. Truth was, he had a much more shady reason. You see he was very much interested in his sidekick.

He respected you as a hero, you were strong and valuable but lately he’s been wanting to do more than just hero work with you. He found you incredibly attractive, to the point where it was hard for him to concentrate. And more often than naught he’d find himself fantasising about you, while writing reports he’d think of you coming in, tossing everything off the desk “Hah~” He covered his mouth at the sound. Or when the both of you were patrolling, God how he just wanted to push you into an alley and tear that tight costume from your body and fuck you sensless.

You were just so damn perfect. And he felt so disgusting for what he was doing but he was no longer thinking straight, all of his thoughts went to his dripping length. Red blossomed across his cheeks as he sat atop the rocks by the wall,his hand leisurely stroking his stiff cock. Emerald eyes drank in your form from the crack in the wall. You had been left alone and you took to floating atop the water giving him a great view.

You sunk back down and peered at the wall curiously, unknowingly making the green haired man tense. “Hey Deku?” You called. “Y-yeah?” He stuttered. “You okay? You’ve been making strange sounds for a while now…. Is the water stringing your more recent wounds?” “N-Nooh~” Your eyes widened at the word. ‘D-did he just?... No..That-’ You cut off your train of thought and decided to approach the wall to investigate. The closer you got the more clear the sound was. You felt your face grow warm at the rhythmic sound.

Izuku wanted to stop but the thought of you knowing what he was doing was boiling his blood, his mind was conjuring up infinite scenarios. He wondered if you’d think he was disgusting, would you berate him for it? Join him? Would your hands remove his and would your mouth replace- “Hnngh” His eyes were shut by now and his quick gasps had heat warming in your belly. “Ah~ F-fuck.” He moaned shamelessly. “(N-Name)~” he gasped quietly as he dropped his other hand to cup his balls.

“Holy shit.” You breathed, you climbed onto the rocks and you felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You peered through the same crack he had been observing you from and your face felt like lava at the realization. Ever so slowly you began to slide your hands across your hot body. You mapped the curves of your body, kneading and stroking your way up and down the slippery flesh; your eyes fixed on the show in front of you.

When you reached your pussy, you realized how wet you were and your gasp alerted Deku. Green met (e/c) as you both stared at each other in embarrassment and desire. Silence was threatening to kill the mood until you saw Izuku buck into his hand and resume his slow pace. You sat back making sure to position yourself in a way that you wouldn't fall. Tentatively your hand slid back down to your drooling cunt, and Deku’s breath caught as he watched your fingers swirl around your clit.

“Hnn (N-Name) You so fucking sexy.” He mewled when you slipped in two fingers, your velvety walls accepting them graciously. You whined as you set a good pace. “I-Izuku~” You moaned. It was as if his mind went blank when you said his name and without a second thought he scaled the wall...

Hawks -Takami Keigo

You groaned in annoyance, you had been pushing through branches, and tripping on roots for a while now and still no sight of him. Your puffs of air were visible as you trudged along the mountain trails. The chilly air nipped at your skin as you tried to look for tracks. ‘Nothing.’ You had lost him. “Hawks!?” You shouted, looking up towards the sky. There were no red feathers in sight…

You continued to walk and call out for the hero. You wondered if the villain you were chasing had shot him out of the sky. Worry filled your being at the thought and you ignored the way the low branches snagged at your clothes as you picked up the pace, his hero name and occasionally his name being the only sound amidst the natural woodland sounds. After a couple of minutes you finally found him…. And the villain…

“You idiot.” You huffed. “I thought he got you. And what the fuck are you doing?!” You seethed. The blonde sat in a natural spring clothes strewn across a couple branches, the villain? Unconscious and strapped to a tree like a victim of the monster from the ritual. In reply the cheeky hero just crossed his arms behind his head and leaned back. You averted your eyes to give him some privacy and went to gather the discarded articles of clothing. “Stop fucking around, we need to take this guy in.”

“Oh C’mon (Name)~ I never get to relax, just a couple more minutes?” He whined. You rolled your eyes but allowed him to continue his soak. You picked at your nails as you looked up at the man hanging awkwardly from the tree. ‘He’s going to be so sore when he wakes up. Serves hi-’ Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of water moving and the teasing baritone of the number two hero. “Hey why don’t you join me?” You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You turned to glare at him, you jumped in surprise he was leaning against a rock close to wear you sat. In your shock you forgot to answer and instead took in the sight of his lean form. Sunlight peeked in from in between the leaves and they hit the water droplets on his chest making the man look ethereal. His strong frame was practically glowing and your tongue slipped out to wet your lips. Hawks grinned, loving the way you were blatantly checking him out. “Is that a yes?” He rumbled. A fire was lit beneath your cheeks and you scoffed. “No. Now hurry the fuck up s-so that we can go.”

The bird in the bath just cocked his head to the side, a mischievous smirk sliding onto his face like melted butter. It was both a blessing and a curse but Keigo was undeniably too fast. You shrieked when your body came in contact with the water. Your clothes immediately absorbing the moisture and becoming heavy. “Keigo!? What the f-Ah! H-hey!” Thick red curtains blocked your exit as his fingers worked at removing your wet clothes.

He undressed, you quite easily tossing the clothes onto the rocks you had previously sat on. Once you were completely nude he pulled back a satisfied grin stretching his pale pink lips. “There.” You shot him a heated glare. He spoke as if he had done you a great service and you’d be damned if you didn’t chew him out for this. “Y..Wh- Arghghh” So eloquent you were in your anger. “See this is your problem birdy, You don’t know how to relax~” He hummed.

“Relax? Relax!? ReLaX!?” You hissed. “I’m fucking naked, in a pool in the middle of no where, far from civilization, my clothes are wet and it’s cold as balls and that fucking villain’s getting front row seats to my impromptu fans only?!” You seethed. Your anger spiking when he only laughed. “I’m going to kill you.” You muttered hugging your arms across your chest, trying not to flash him more than you already had. Keigo was going to be the death of you.

Hawks absolutely loved setting you off, Your short fuse was just too tempting to light. It was a juvenile way of showing his attraction, teasing the ever living hell out of you till you imploded. He waded over to your infuriated form a smile playing at his lips when your fiery eyes met, he held his hand up in mock surrender as he approached. You eyed him warily, body tense when he leaned on the rock next to you. ‘He’s quiet… Too quiet…’

“...(Name)?” He began. A harsh what had him biting his lip to conceal a smile. “I may have went a bit too far, sorry.” You let out a sharp exhale through your nose, brows furrowed as you avoided his pouty ‘sorry’ face. He was notorious for pulling stunts like this and flashing you his innocent repenting angel face. You wouldn’t fall for it. “Sorry isn’t going to dry my clothes.” You sassed. He sighed a frown touching his lips. You were rigid when his strong arms pulled you to him, your back resting against his firm chest.

“Okay, I messed up.” He whispered. He thought about how you could get sick and his arms tightened around your frame. “So..? What do you suppose we do?” He asked. “Call the authorities to our location?” You mused, thinking of how you could just put your clothes back on and wait in the water till aid came. The winged hero reached over the rocks to grab his phone and shared his location along with instructions. “Hmm two hours.” He relayed sinking a bit more into the water.

“We’re going to be so pruny when they get here.” You snickered. “Well I guess we can just make the most of it till then.” You hummed. “Unless?” You heard him mutter. “Unless what?” He then pulled your body flush against his, the curve of your ass brushing against the ‘unless’... “T-The villain is right there?!” You sputtered. “So?” …..Keigo was going to be the death of you.

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ihatebnha · 3 years

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With the beauty stuff going on here- think Bakugo and Shoto (maybe Shinso?) would comfort their s/o in regards to not entering certain clothing stores? I can't go into a lot of them because all/the majority of their clothes are for skinny/petite women and I can't fit into it. Plus, with all the good looking girls who work in those stores I can't help but compare myself and see the trash I am. Sometimes I get physically sick if I walk into the stores because its so overwhelming. Sigh. Wish those boys would be a comfort, but they'd probably just be awkward or break up wif me. Especially explody boy.

Legend... the only thing that’s trash here is your garbage attitude! I wanna let you know that I’m on the tubbier side, too... so when you say you’re trash, you’re calling me trash, too... and I honestly don’t like that nor do I agree... (and trust me, I hate fitting rooms too... why do you think i only wear pajamas all the time?)

because the truth is...YOU’RE NOT! You just live in a world that favors conventionally attractive and skinny people over everyone else. Obviously it isn’t bad to be either of those things, but we all have a duty to work hard at rewiring our brains to reevaluate society’s sense of beauty (esp since its very eurocentric, too).

it’s also funny you sent me this because I honestly believe that all the boys in bnha like chubby girls (but ofc they don’t discriminate)! im very genuine when i say that EVERYONE is their ideal type, and i could honestly talk for hours about how they’re too busy being heroes to give a crap about petty things such as looks and weight.

the truth is, “real men” (and real partners, for that matter) don’t care if you’re heavy, have beauty marks, anything, so therefore... the bnha boys dont mind those things, either.

plus lmfao... todo, bakugo, and shinso are all actually in my top list of chubby chasers soooo (although im biased and think every character is on that list tbh)...

none of them would break up with you for your insecurities! They of all people understand what it’s like to be ashamed of things (as Bakugo faces feelings of inferiority, Shinso has his quirk, and Todo’s family is bananas), so they would only want to comfort you if you ever expressed your concerns.

Not to mention, they all seem like the type to be in a relationship for the long haul... So if they’re already dating you, it means they’re in it FOR LIFE🤞🏻

Which is why, none of what you do could ever bother them... and as for comforting...

I don’t think either Bakugo, Todo, or Shinso are really going to notice if you don’t want to or can’t go into certain clothing stores. They’re heroes (and boys for that matter💀) with a lot on their mind, so if you mention you don’t like shopping somewhere, they’re just going to assume that you either don’t feel like it or it’s not your style.

Their heads don’t really connect your insecurities with your shopping preferences, simply because they assume you already know what you like to wear and where you like to shop.

In Shinso’s case, while I can see him picking up on some of your subtleties, such as avoiding certain stores and/or sections, he’s probably not really going to think it’s a serious issue or bring up the topic unless you initiate the conversation yourself, mostly because he (doesn’t want to be at the mall) assumes you already know that he likes your body and really doesn’t care what you wear.

That being said, when you are in fitting rooms together, he gets pretty handsy even before you start getting frustrated by things. Definitely distracts you from doing anything by whistling at you or grabbing at your thighs and pulling you between his legs from where he sits on the tiny stool they’ve provided... Also probably puts in some effort beforehand too, helping you pick out things that he likes and are more likely to fit in the first place.

Bakugo is pretty similar to this, as well. With his parents working in the design industry, he definitely has a good eye for sizing and can help you pick out the most accurate things for your body type. He’s actually really useful because you can hold up anything, and he’ll generally have a pretty good idea on whether the style will suit you or not, and if it’s in the right size. This makes trying things on a bit more bearable, as you honestly end up fitting everything you bring into the changing room.

He’s also good to shop with because he’s probably not gonna let you go to any shitty clothing stores either... So wherever you end up going is probably gonna have better stuff that’s in every size, anyway (it’s literally like 2200 and people have quirks... you can’t tell me stores would have things for literally every shape). The nice thing about this too is that everything you end up getting is super comfortable for that exact reason.

Definitely can stay pretty serious in the dressing rooms... but you have to be careful because the moment you guys get home he’s gonna be horn-nee.

Todoroki, on the other side of all of this, is literally motherfucking useless. It’s not that he doesn’t want to be comforting, it’s just he really just doesn’t put the puzzle pieces of your insecurity together AND thinks you look good in everything, regardless... so even if you tried to explain why you hate shopping, he’s just like “but everyone has things they don’t fit?”

HOWEVER..... the redeeming quality about him is.... HE IS RICH!!! And probably grew up with a tailor, and/or at least a family stylist, so once you’re in with him, he just adds you onto the bill for that, too. Say goodbye shopping, hello to having clothing that fits you shipped right to your door... (and Todo just loves staring at you while you get measured for outfits).

SO.... sorry for my earlier harshness... it’s just because I love and care about you sooooo much!! as well as understand what it’s like to feel like a freak in forever 21...

ANYWAY... here’s just some little things I wanted to include, too!

I used to think that Bakugo wouldn’t have a preference for thick girls, but then I saw this tik tok that was like, “my attractive friends always ask me where all the hot and fit boys are.... in these guts bitch” and my perspective changed entirely... I just know a beefy boy like him who has a mean mommy LOVES curves... like you can’t tell me he doesn’t see your belly and absolutely melts... like that shit is straight FAXXXXXXXXXXX no printer... (i also saw a tik tok today that was like, “would you fuck me if i was skinny? and the person said “i would fuck you right now.” and tbh that’s big baku energy LOL)

Todoroki also definitely gives me vibes where if you’re like, “but i look ugly in ____,” he’s just like, “doesn’t matter, it’s you.” AND YES TBH i cried

AND shinso... god tbh shinso is the guy that all your friends are jealous of bc he’s the one who’s like, “I like my women with meat on them” because he doesn’t believe in skinny culture or diets... he wants you chubby bc chubby just kinda looks more correct.... tbh king shit

#bakugo x reader #shinso x reader #shinsou x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki #bakugo #shinso #shinso thoughts #bakugo thoughts #todoroki thoughts #sorry this took so long its hard to type with my nails #ask #anon #Anonymous #i went off sorry yall #and dont worry to my skinny queens bc they love u too

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creepypocky · 3 years

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Hello dear! May I have a romantic and Nsfw creepypasta match-up please? Feel free to ignore this if they are closed but if you do choose to do this then thank you so much! I hope you have a great day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight (For now might be bi but i'm going with straight)

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I also have a very strong grunge style, like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, leather jackets etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

For my personality.....this is where things get interesting. At first people find me very intimidating due to my resting bitch face and cold exterior but I promise i'm not like that ALL the time. When you get to know me, i'm a big extrovert, goofy and about everything that comes out of my mouth is sarcasm or some dry humored joke. I'm also that one friend in a group where they literally will do the stupidest shit ever like for an example one time it was super dark outside and my other friend was there, while I was trying to climb a tree and I failed and fell out of the tree, and landed on my back. I got straight up after that somehow it didn't hurt.....like at all? But yeah i'm super reckless and sometimes people have to save me from myself if you get what I mean. I also have a very strong "I don't give a fuck" attitude and I will not hesitate to stick up for myself or my friends....like i'm the type of person where if someone glares at me, i'll glare right back. I can have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Weird things about me: I've grown up in the south all my life so sometimes when I talk a few words they'll come out sounding WAYYY more country and southern then I wanted, I don't have an accent but sometimes my words just come out that way. I also love the smell of cigarette smoke....let me explain. When I was a kid my parents smoked a lot and I was used to smelling it and now it reminds me of home and is sort of comforting.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything. Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

So for the nsfw part.....I'm very shy and i'd like it if someone guided me. But i'm 100% a Bottom and I love praise and maybe a tiny bit of degradation. I also have a big ownership kink like if someone tells me that i'm their's....then I might die. Also if they told me that they "Needed" me I would also die on the spot...in a good way. I'm also a sucker for marking like lovebites and hickies? Yes please. But please tease me and edge me because I prefer not having control so someone else being in control is just...lovely. Also pet names! Like Sunshine, Babygirl, Doll....AHHhh I might melt. Things I don't like are impact play or the whole "Daddy kink" It kinda just makes me cringe

I also don't think I really have a type but.....I do tend to love people who are brooding, and intimidating on the outside but a big teddy bear on the inside because that's how I am sometimes. I hate people who are fake or just passive aggressive because they are super annoying to deal with and honestly if you have something to say then just say it to my face rather than behind my back.

Hello :)

|| I enjoyed reading through this. I'll definitely work on it now. ||

I match you with ~ Jeff The Killer!

First off, he really likes your size and style, he has a think for small girls that can still be tough and that’s something he loves showing off when you get together lmfao, he’s like, “Yeah, my girls strong. Fuck you gonna do about it?”

Now, Jeff is a really unstable, violent guy. A lot of people (even me) don’t even see him ever being interested in being in a relationship, so when the creeps saw Jeff with his arm around you, they were immediately baffled by it.

The truth is, though, this man totally wants to have someone by his side, someone that accepts him even though he’s a killer. Someone that’s open to his feelings and is willing to look past all of the horrible shit he’s done.

You’re like that to him, it took him a very long time to get used to how he felt for you at first. At first he thought his brain was just being stupid, but Jeff isn’t dumb. He knows what these feelings feel like, and he recognized them almost immediately after that.

Jeff is really insane, and he constantly leans on you for support and depends on you to keep him leveled at times. It can get pressuring, but despite it all he always makes sure to not blame you if he ends up doing something dumb because he knows it’s not your fault.

He finds your clothing style pretty hot, he really loves badass kind of outfits with leather and band names, because as I said, he loves to show off that his girl is “cool” or something.

He thinks your resting bitch-face and cold exterior is really badass too, being around you always gives him so much confidence and its a great change from the usual fake confidence he has around everyone that he keeps up as a defense mechanism when in reality he was always pretty insecure.

I honestly think Jeff is an extrovert too, like he loves being around people and interacting with them (When they’re not normal people and don’t think he’s hideous, that is). I canon this mostly because when hes alone, then he’s also alone with his thoughts and his thoughts always end up wandering to his insecurities and what he hates about himself, but you often catch him during these times and you reassure him that everything will be okay and that you still love him.

He totally relates to being the friend that says stupidest shit, you two will often just go up to one of the creeps and just start spouting random shit. He honestly fucking loves being goofy with you, and you two are always creating awesome memories together when you prank the other creeps and sometimes each other and he honestly wouldn’t have it any other way.

When you do stupid shit that gets you in trouble or puts you in danger, he’s always quick to get to you and make sure you’re okay, he would probably panic a lot though. Like, “What the fuck, dumbass?” “How the HELL did you do that???“ as he’s frantically trying to solve the situation. Will most definitely sit there and laugh at you for a good 5-10 minutes once the whole thing is dealt with though.

You being able to stick up for your friends is one of the great qualities about you that he absolutely adores, especially since before he became a killer he would always get bullied and nobody would ever stick up for him, so one day when you defend him against a bunch of assholes it just warms his heart up and makes him feel so loved, but he most likely wont admit that.

He’d let it slip eventually though.

When you’re feeling self-destructive, he is 100% there for you. Although he’s not really the best at giving advice, he’ll still sit there with you and let you talk your heart out and will listen to every single word because he wants to show that same contribution towards you that you’ve shown him. He’ll constantly reassure you that not everything is your fault and that you’re strong, and he’ll make little promises to you.

If it was a person in particular making you feel that way though, he’d definitely make sure to pay a visit to the motherfucker.

He admires your determination to fight for the things you want, but to an extent. He hates it when you overwork yourself or push beyond your limits to the point where it destroys you, and he wants you to know that you’re not alone and you can ask for help, you don’t have to destroy yourself. He’s more than willing to stay right there, by your side.

He understands hiding your true emotions, because well, he’s had to do it a lot around the other creeps and around his family when they were still alive. So he won’t ever push you to talk about somehting if you don’t want to, but he doesn’t want you to pretend to be okay either. He’s more than willing to just lay with you and do whatever you want if it would make you feel better.

He honestly likes how you have a southern accent at times, when he’s feeling upset or like his sanity is draining, your accent really soothes him so sometimes he’ll ask you to lay it on thick because he could honestly listen to you talk to him and listen to your accent all day if he wanted to.

It’s good that you like cigarette smoke because I canon this man smokes very often.

When it storms at night, he’ll always hold you close to him with a blanket and just listen to the storm sounds with you because it soothes him too. This man is really pent up from feeling driven to constantly murder and just sitting with you listening to the rain and thunder is one of the main things that level him.

He’s really not the best.... at cooking.... but, this means you can cook often for him since he won’t for himself. B)

He will just put you in a car and drive for hours to no destination and blast that 80s and 90s music just to see that smile on your face.

This man will 100000000000% destroy any spider within a 10 mile radius of you.

He understands not liking people who are fake because there were a lot of people who talked shit about him when he went to school, and when he has a problem with someone he will always say it to their face and make them understand that they’re a piece of shit to him.

NSFW:

You like being dominated and guided? Good, because this man is at least 95% a top. He thinks it’s adorable that you’re shy and will most definitely be willing to guide you through the whole thing and tell you exactly what to do for him.

Jeff is really possessive tbh, so when he’s fucking you he will constantly say shit like,

“Fucking mine”

“You’re nobody elses“

“You belong to me, only”

This man will definitely bite you everywhere, he lives to just throw you down onto the bed and start biting everywhere on your body and making sure to leave marks just so you know exactly who owns you.

Don’t worry honey, he will spend hours just filling you with his cock and telling you that you cant cum unless you beg more, or he’ll just pull out right when you’re about to cum on him and just slap your folds with his fingers as a way to make fun of you.

He’ll call you things like, “baby” “dollface” “darling” when he’s feeling passionate but oh boy if he’s feeling angry or he’s punishing you? Be prepared to be degraded all night.

There we go <3

Sorry if this is too long lmfao, I just think that Jeff is a really misunderstood piece of shit. I hope you’re having a great day and taking care of yourself, and I hope you enjoyed this matchup. :)

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‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe.’

fratboy/jock!Jimin x cheerleader!reader (bc apparently I don’t know how to not write university aus) - e2l, smut, angst, humour, a teensy bit of fluff if you squint

Part of ficswithluv’s Bulletproof Bingo!

Rating: 18 (graphic sex and mature themes)

Word Count: 14.9k+

Warnings - there’s a lot (because this is absolute filth) so please read carefully! discussion of drugs and consumption of drugs, alcohol consumption, mention of rape, brief mention of murder and violence, brief mention of STDs, extremely bad language, extreme sexual tension (like on another level guys), brief mention of stripping, Jimin is a total dick, a lot of arguing and insulting, y/n has way too much pride for her own good, Jimin is too arrogant for his own good, mention of Namjoon being naked (you’ll understand when you read it), explicit sex, unprotected sex (use protection guys!), hate sex, (really) rough sex, very slight dubcon (she doesn’t explicitly say yes but she does give him consent), dom!Jimin and sub!y/n, y/n is the brattiest bratty stubbornest brattiest brat, very explicit dirty talk, asphyxiation, mention of spitting during sex, marking, y/n does a little striptease, nipple play, finger sucking, cum licking/swallowing, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, edging, begging, spanking, hair pulling, punishment, pussy slapping, degradation, mild sadism and masochism, very brief exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex (m receiving) and mention of oral sex (f receiving), face fucking, gagging, thigh-riding, overstimulation, Jimin has a big fat huge monster cock, teasing, manhandling, slapping during sex, penetrative sex, squirting, cunnilingus, (I’m sure that’s it, but please let me know if you notice that I missed something!)

a/n: hey guys! please enjoy this absolute filth lmao (blame black haired Jimin for being the sexiest person in the world). the biggest thank you to the love of my life @silverlightprincess for proof-reading this two nights in a row and hyping it up so much, you’re the best and I love you. lmk what you think and hmu if you’re interested in a part two x

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‘Please come with me. I can’t go by myself,’ I whine at Jennie who sits on her bed, watching me in amusement like she’s watching a film or TV show.

‘Nope, and I already told you why; I don’t want to see him, not after what happened,’ she says, and I roll my eyes as I order an Uber. ‘So you’re really gonna make me go by myself? What if I get drugged, or beaten up, or raped, or murdered, or-’ ‘y/n!’ she exclaims reproachfully, and I shrug, ‘it could happen.’ ‘Well, it won’t. Loads of our friends are there. Wendy and Irene and Seulgi, Yeri and Joy, loads of people,’ she lists off. ‘Yeah, and they’ll be there, too,’ I sigh. ‘Well, I mean, it is at their house,’ she says, holding back a laugh, and I stick my tongue out at her.

‘You know what I mean. I hate them – jocks are so unbearable. It’d be better if you were there,’ I say, pouting. ‘You’re a liar, you don’t hate them. Just him,’ she points out. ‘Well, what if he tries something? He’s so strong, he could literally lift a car if he wanted to-’ ‘Bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?’ she says, and I roll my eyes again. ‘You know what I mean. The point still stands that he’s strong – you’re the one that saw him at the gym lifting more than your body weight. And remember when he knocked one of the players on their opposing team to the floor in that match last year, and he was literally twice his size. If that guy couldn’t take him on, how can I?’ ‘And you think I can? I’m smaller than you, you idiot.’ ‘But you’re scary.’ ‘You’re scarier than me,’ she says mildly, and I sigh. ‘Please, Jen. It’s not even that big of a deal, what happened. If anything, it’s more embarrassing for him than for you,’ I say, trying so hard to persuade her. ‘It is a big deal. It only happened yesterday – I at least need to give it a couple days before I can face him again.’ ‘Fine, I’ll go by myself. If I’m not home in the morning, it’s on your head,’ I say dramatically, pulling on my heels.

‘Don’t be like that,’ she reprimands before launching into a speech, ‘you look absolutely gorgeous and the boys will be all over you, so don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and if you do, please use a condom. I don’t need you bringing an STD back with you. If there’s an emergency, or you need me to pick you up, call me. Make sure you keep me updated on what’s going on. Don’t drink anything anyone gives you – pour your own drinks. Make sure you’re always with one of the girls.’ ‘Okay, okay! I’ll see you later, mum!’ I exclaim, and she laughs, pulling me into a hug. ‘Be careful, y/n,’ she says gently, and I nod. ‘When am I not, Jen?’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. I leave our dorm and head down the corridor, opting to take the lift instead of the stairs – these heels aren’t that high, but I don’t want to take any risks.

My Uber’s already there by the time I get outside, so I jump straight in. The journey there is short (not short enough to walk in heels, though) and within five minutes, we’re pulling up in front of the house. I climb out, the driver instantly zooming away, and I look up at the house in front of me. It’s much bigger than and further away from the rest of the houses on the street, and it has its own little pier out onto the university lake, perfect for drunken skinny-dippers at the end of the night. I head up to the porch, the Greek letters for Alpha Sigma Phi hanging above my head, and push through the slightly open door. The party is already in full swing, loud bass-heavy RnB pulsing through the house, people already drunk and dancing, the smell of drugs thick in the air. I push through the throng of my classmates into the kitchen where I know my friends will be. The lowered volume in the kitchen is brief; only the moment before my friends notice me is quiet. ‘y/n!’ they all shout, and I jump in surprise. ‘y/n, you made it!’ Wendy shrieks, throwing her arms around me. ‘Of course, I wouldn’t have missed it,’ I say, hugging her back. ‘y/n, you look good!’ Yeri exclaims, holding me out for her to admire. ‘Thank you, Yeri, but look at you! Absolutely gorg!’ I don’t get to hear her reply before the rest of my friends greet me, all of them dressed up and drinking. ‘Let me get you a drink. What do you want?’ Irene asks me, and I scrunch up my face in thought. ‘I’ll just have Diet Coke for now – I don’t want any alcohol,’ I say, and I feel a hand appear on my waist. ‘Lightweight,’ I hear his teasing voice, and I can’t stop the big sigh I let out, accompanied by my signature eye roll.

‘Where are your pom-poms today?’ he asks, and I turn to look at him, the smell of vodka strong on him. ‘I was wondering how long I’d have without you bothering me,’ I say, fixing him with a dirty look. I’ve always thought of him as tiny, but he really isn’t – I have to tilt my head back slightly to look at his annoying face because of how close to me he is (he most definitely has lifts in his shoes). And it’s not just his face, that’s annoying, let me tell you that. It’s everything about him. And shall I tell you why? Because it’s all perfect. Everything about him, physically, is infuriatingly perfect. His legs are long and toned, his waist cinched and his frame slim, with vascular hands adorned in silver rings, matching with the silver earrings hanging from his ears and the silver Chanel necklace around his neck (how he can afford Chanel jewellery whilst at university, I don’t know). His lips are plump and glossy, like a Bratz doll, and his eyes are a deep chocolaty brown, framed with dark lashes. His jaw is sharp, his cheeks chubby, and his black hair is soft and fluffy, swept back to reveal the tan skin of his forehead and dark, bold eyebrows. Long story short, he’s beautiful, on the outside. The inside is a whole other story.

‘Bothering you? More like gracing you with my presence. Remember, this is my party, and there are plenty of other, more… willing girls I could be spending my time with, but I chose you. You should be honoured,’ he says with a grin, and I scowl at him. ‘Honoured?’ I echo as Irene hands me a red solo cup with the Coke in it, ‘it’s not your party. It’s Alpha Sigma Phi’s party.’ ‘And what does everyone think of when they think of ASP? This handsome face and the perfect dick that comes with it,’ he says, preening, and I roll my eyes again. ‘Can you not be so annoying and full of yourself all the time?’ ‘I can be whatever you want me to be, babe,’ he says lowly, thumb swiping across his plump lips, and I blink, heart jumping which pisses me off – my own body betrays me when I’m with him. ‘Well, whatever. I don’t think of you when I think of ASP. I think of a bunch of douches,’ I shrug, changing the subject back, and he grins even wider, obviously amused that he managed to make me flustered. ‘Now, now. Is that any way to speak about your friends? I’m sure the other boys would be offended to hear you speak about them like that,’ he says, plucking the cup from my hand and taking a sip. ‘Well, let me correct myself. You’re the douche,’ I say tiredly, and he grins. ‘You won’t be saying that for long. You’ll be eating your words when you feel how good my cock is,’ he forebodes, handing me back my cup, completely empty. ‘I don’t think I’ll be able to feel anything,’ I mutter, throwing away the cup, and he chuckles. ‘Oh, y/n, you do amuse me,’ he grins. ‘Oh, Park, the feeling is most definitely not mutual,’ I say in a bright tone, a fake smile plastered on my face. ‘Good talk, y/n, I’ll see you later,’ he says distractedly as he moves away from me, watching a sophomore that’s just walked in with her friends, wearing a skimpy dress. She’s pretty and looks nice, but I can’t help but dislike her instantly, surprised at myself for being so bitchy.

‘Who are you shooting lasers at?’ Joy asks. ‘Park Jimin,’ I spit out, turning my dirty looks to him instead. Or rather, his back, as he’s now facing away from me, speaking to the sophomore. ‘Cradle robber,’ Joy observes, and I laugh. ‘I wouldn’t quite say cradle robber – we’re only a year older than her,’ I point out, and Joy waves my words away. ‘Still. Anyway, are you drinking?’ she asks. ‘Well, I did have a drink, but he took it and downed it,’ I say, motioning to Jimin who’s now got a hand on the girl’s arm. She looks up at him with a sweet smile, her eyes wide and big, and I almost want to go over and warn her away, knowing he’s just looking for someone to fill his bed for the night. ‘Well, Seulgi brought Malibu, and I know you like it, so here,’ she says, pushing an unopened bottle into my hand and disappearing back into the throng of people. ‘Thanks,’ I say to the spot where she was just stood, plucking a clean cup from the packet, pouring out some of the rum and mixing it with coke (an unopened bottle – I’m no rookie). I also find some straws and pick out a pink one, dropping it into the cup. Just as I begin to take a sip, a pair of big hands clap down onto my shoulders, making me jump and I choke on my drink.

‘Oh, shit, sorry. You okay, y/n?’ I hear Namjoon’s voice as I cough again and again. ‘Do I look okay?’ I ask once I’ve stopped choking, my eyes beginning to water and my face warm. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to,’ he says reproachfully, holding back laughter. ‘Idiot,’ I mutter, taking a seat on one of the stools around the kitchen island (these trashy dirty frat boys don’t deserve such a nice house). ‘Sorry. Anyways, how are you?’ ‘I was fine before you tried to kill me. What about you?’ ‘Um, good, yeah. I saw you speaking to Jimin,’ he says, triggering an eye roll. ‘He’s such a pain in the ass. I’m gonna file a restraining order.’ ‘Go for it, I’ll file one too. So, you, um… did you come by yourself?’ he asks, rubbing at the back of his neck, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Don’t be a pussy – say it with your chest,’ I say in a bored tone, and he sighs. ‘Did Jennie come with you?’ he asks quietly. ‘No, she wasn’t feeling too well, so she stayed back at our apartment,’ I grin, and he puts a hand to his forehead. ‘She’s avoiding me, isn’t she? Urgh, I’m such an idiot.’ ‘I can’t argue with you there,’ I reply, and he scowls at me. ‘Sorry. But, it’s true, you are an idiot. I mean, what on earth were you thinking?’ I say, failing to hold back my laughter. ‘I didn’t know that she would be out there. If I’d known…’ he trails off. ‘You wouldn’t have run across the pitch butt naked?’ I ask, and he slaps a hand over my mouth, looking around to see if anyone heard. ‘Keep your voice down! I don’t want people knowing. I lost a bet, and I did it at night-time so no one would see. How was I supposed to know she’d be out there?’ he says defensively, and I shake my head at him in disgust. ‘You’re a mess. And, anyway, yes, of course she’s avoiding you. How can she look you in the face again properly having seen you completely naked?’ I say, struggling to hold back laughter as I think back to Jennie’s face when she walked into our apartment after going somewhere quiet to speak on the phone to her sister, Rose – there was a party going on in the apartment next door, so she went on a walk, conveniently running into (a naked) Namjoon. ‘Oh, go suck Jimin’s dick,’ he says half-heartedly. ‘Go flash Jennie again,’ I retort, and he flips me off before disappearing.

I stay in the kitchen the majority of the night, catching up with all my friends. It’s been a while since I had a chance to socialise; settling back into the Uni schedule after a long summer is tough, especially when you have an entire cheer team to lead. And cheering isn’t easy! People think we just run around in skimpy outfits, chanting and waving pom-poms, but there is so much more to it than that – I’d go as far to say that cheer is one of the hardest sports you can do. I spend so much of my time choreographing and working out to keep fit and planning routines and deciding positions for the team. It requires a lot of dedication and time to get everything done before the season starts. But obviously, a lot of my peers don’t have to dedicate their time to things like that and are used to partying, opting to get black out drunk at these frat parties instead of socialising with their friends. Only three hours after my arrival, there are people passed out all over the place, bedrooms occupied, and drunken students dirty dancing in the living room. Sat in the same stool as three hours ago, I watch Yeri flirt with a senior, feeling proud of my girl. She catches me watching and I put my thumbs up to her, giving her a big encouraging smile, and she quickly looks away for fear of laughing out loud.

‘Ah, y/n. Alone?’ I hear Jimin’s voice from behind me before he takes the seat beside me. ‘Yes, and I was enjoying it,’ I say pointedly, despite knowing he won’t go. ‘How have you been? Still dancing away?’ he asks with a grin, and I roll my eyes. ‘Cheer isn’t the same as dance.’ ‘I’ve seen you on the side-lines while we’re playing – sure looks like dance to me.’ ‘And anyway, why do you have to say it like that? I’m not a stripper,’ I say exasperatedly, completely ignoring his stupid interjection. ‘What’s wrong with being a stripper?’ ‘Nothing, I consider it at least nine times a day.’ ‘Let me know if you decide to pursue that as your career – I’d be more than happy to support you. Maybe even join you if football doesn’t work out for me.’ ‘Oh, I don’t doubt you’d support me, you pervert.’ ‘Now, you know that’s not true. I only flirt with girls that want me back. If they don’t, I leave them alone.’ ‘So why don’t you leave me alone?’ ‘Because it’s clear to me that you enjoy my flirting. You might act like you don’t, but not once have you ever explicitly told me to stop, or to go away,’ he says, and I struggle for a comeback, knowing it’s true. He might be a total dick and I might hate him, but the flirting and the attention, it makes me feel good. It’s a nice feeling, knowing that a boy who could have anyone… wants me. ‘See?’ he points out with a smirk, and I roll my eyes as he takes a sip of the vodka in his hand. ‘You need to deflate your ego a little.’ ‘You need to pull that stick out your arse.’ ‘It’s stuck up there, with your head.’ ‘Touché,’ he laughs, and I shake my head.

‘So, as I was asking before we got side-tracked, how have you been? How are you finding junior year?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Why do you care, Park?’ I ask, and he grins. ‘Why wouldn’t I care?’ ‘Because we don’t like each other.’ ‘I like you,’ he smirks, head resting on his hand, arm leaning on the countertop. ‘No, you don’t, and I sure as hell don’t like you.’ ‘Why do you keep lying to me, and to yourself, y/n?’ ‘I’m not lying. Just because you’re attracted to someone, it doesn’t mean you like them,’ I say, regretting the words as soon as I see the mischievous light in his eyes. ‘You’re attracted to me?’ ‘That’s not what I said.’ ‘It pretty much is, y/n. But it’s okay, I knew that already. It’s just nice to hear it out loud. Well, I hope that’s what you were referring to, and not to me being attracted to you, because that certainly isn’t true,’ he says, my body going cold at hearing his words as my jaw drops. I turn to look at him, a shit-eating grin on his face, and I want to slap it off.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,’ I say, and he just gives me an infuriating grin. Now, let me make something clear. Park Jimin isn’t that bad. Annoying, flirty, egotistic? Yes, exactly, and everyone loves him for being the star player on the team, which makes it worse. But I can deal with him. He’s not really… the bane of my existence, or anything like that. But he is the most irritating person I’ve ever met. He’s like a chipped nail on a fresh set, or a bird chirping outside your window at 4am when you have an exam. But this? This is on another level. How, how on earth, has he managed to turn the tables onto me like this? ‘What d’you mean?’ ‘What do I me- I mean that you flirt with me every opportunity you get!’ I say, voice getting a little louder with annoyance, and he raises an eyebrow, still looking annoyingly laidback, his smirk and my anger growing at the same rate. ‘So what?’ ‘So… if you’re flirting with me that often, you’re attracted to me. You’ve made it clear you’re attracted to me,’ I say slowly, starting to wonder if I’m missing something, and his grin grows impossibly wider. ‘Just a bit of fun, isn’t it? Doesn’t mean anything,’ he says with a little shrug, and I try to hide the way his words hurt.

‘Fine. Go have a bit of fun with someone else, then,’ I say savagely, facing away from him and crossing my arms over my chest, and yet, he seems nothing but amused. ‘Don’t be like that, babe,’ he says easily, reaching for me, and I slap his hands away, ignoring the pet name. ‘No, leave me alone,’ I say sulkily, and he raises an eyebrow at me as he rests a hand on my thigh, lips twitching when I don’t brush it off. ‘Come on, baby, I was just kidding,’ he smiles serenely, and I turn a scowl to him. ‘Well, I didn’t find it funny, so go find some other girls who will,’ I spit at him, and he’s holding back a laugh, which infuriates me even more. ‘But those girls are boring. You aren’t. So stop being bratty,’ he says, and my mouth falls open slightly, my eyes fixed on his stupidly handsome face. ‘Bratty? I’m being bratty?’ I demand, and he nods, lips slightly quirked up at the ends with amusement. ‘Yes, angel, you are.’ ‘Well… you’re being a dick.’ ‘Real mature,’ he says with a roll of his eyes, and I scowl. ‘Says you, you fucking manchild.’ ‘Wow, you really are a brat. I’ve apologised, like, twice. Get over it and stop being so stubborn.’ ‘I’m not being stubborn! ‘You are.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are too.’

‘Wow, you two are children,’ Jungkook’s voice comes from beside us, and we both turn to look at him. ‘How long have you been there?’ Jimin asks moodily, and Jungkook grins, dropping me a wink. ‘Long enough to see that you two need to stop fucking around and… fuck,’ Jungkook says, and I scrunch up my nose in disgust, leaning away from Jimin. ‘Don’t ever say that again. I hate him,’ I spit out, putting emphasis on the word so he understands that I truly mean it, and he rolls his eyes again, taking a sip of his drink. ‘You don’t have to love each other. Hell, you don’t even have to like each other,’ Jin’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to him with a hard stare. ‘Seriously? Who fucks someone they don’t like?’ I say, both Jungkook and Jin laughing. ‘Lots of people, actually. Honestly, y/n, I promise you, it’s better when you don’t like each other. No strings attached, no obligations afterwards, and you don’t have to think about whether it feels good for them,’ Jungkook explains, and now my entire face is scrunched up in disgust. ‘That’s the worst thing I’ve ever heard anyone say. You men are disgusting,’ I say, giving Jimin a pointed look, and he gasps. ‘Don’t look at me! I’ve never done that!’ Jimin exclaims defensively, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘Yeah, right.’ ‘He’s telling the truth,’ Jin says, and I turn my raised eyebrows to him. ‘Sure.’ ‘No, seriously, he never has. Everyone Jimin fucks adores him, so he’s never known the joy that is hate sex,’ Jungkook says, he and Jin laughing as I give them a disgusted look, Jimin suspiciously silent. ‘Jin, Jungkook, Jimin, come dance with us,’ a high-pitched female voice calls from the living room, all four of us looking to see a group of skimpily dressed freshmen beckoning the boys over. Jin and Jungkook waste no time, practically leaving us in their dust as they rush to join the girls.

I look to Jimin, who hasn’t moved a muscle, still with a stormy expression on his face. ‘Well? Go dance with them,’ I prompt, and his features smooth out before a small smirk curls his lips up. ‘I’d rather stay here, babe, with you,’ he says, and I grit my teeth, trying not to swing for him. ‘You didn’t hesitate to leave me earlier for that sophomore,’ I say despite myself, knowing I sound petty, and he chuckles. ‘Jealous, baby?’ he asks, and I let out a sigh, having had enough. ‘If you’re not going to go, I’ll go,’ I sigh tiredly, getting up from my stool, and heading towards the living room. He grabs my hand as I pass him, turning me around to face him, and I want to pull my hand out of his grasp, but the second I turn to see those big brown eyes on me, I freeze. And I hate it. How can he be such a dick to me all the time, so flirty but then so cold, and I forgive him every time because he’s handsome? How? ‘What do you want me to say, y/n? That you’re prettier, way prettier than the sophomore girl, and those drunk freshmen dancing in the living room? That you’re prettier than every girl in this damn house? Is that what you want?’ he asks, actually sounding sincere for once, and my heart jumps at the compliment. I hate it. I hate him.

‘No. I want you to leave me alone,’ I spit, wrenching my arm from his grasp, and he lets out an amused chuckle. ‘Good, because I hate lying,’ he says with an easy grin, and that little voice in my mind just says, ‘oh’ as I stop still. ‘You know what? Fuck you,’ I whisper, feeling tears in my eyes as I turn away from him, ready to go home. ‘You should be more polite, angel,’ he calls after me, and I can’t help myself, turning to look at him. ‘What?’ ‘I said,’ he replies, getting up from his stool before downing his vodka (I hope it’s mixed with something because he doesn’t wince at all), making me wait until he says, ‘you should be more polite. A request like that? You could at least say please.’ My blood boils, anger actually consuming me as all I can see is red, and that stupid fucking smirk on his stupid fucking face. ‘You’re such a fucking dick, Park. I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,’ I rage, stepping closer to him, and he just carries on grinning at me. ‘Go on, babe,’ he says when I’m silent for a moment, jutting his chin out to prompt me, and I want to actually slam his head into the wall. ‘Just fuck off. I can’t deal with you right now, go find someone who adores you so you can stick your tiny dick down her throat,’ I spit at him, his face twisting with anger at me using his friends’ words against him (or at calling his dick tiny – I’m not sure which), and I stomp towards the back door.

I push open the door, storming through and narrowly avoiding colliding with a group of boys passing around a joint. ‘Oh, hey, y/n!’ Taehyung exclaims when he sees me, a big grin on his face. ‘Hi, Tae,’ I say quickly before rushing up towards the road, pulling my phone out of my pocket to order an Uber. ‘You’re leaving?’ I hear Jimin call after me, and I let out a scream of rage, whirling around to face him. ‘How many times do I have to tell you to leave me the fuck alone?’ I shriek, the few people outside watching us with interest, Jimin marching up towards me. ‘No, you don’t get to say your piece and leave,’ he spits out, jaw clenched in anger, and I look skywards, throwing my hands up in despair. ‘Say what you want to say, then. Go on,’ I prompt, voice shaking with anger.

‘You’re such an uptight little bitch, y/n. You fucking mope around in the kitchen at parties, don’t touch the drugs and barely drink, thinking you’re so high and mighty and above the rest of us. You can’t even take a fucking joke and you turn it into something serious by fucking insulting me!’ he shouts, and I’m a little shocked and a lot hurt, the people around letting out little noises of embarrassment on my behalf. ‘Are you kidding me? Just because I don’t turn into a messy fucking disgrace at parties, doesn’t mean I’m uptight!’ I shout back, taking a step towards him, and he lets out a humourless laugh. ‘See? There you go again! It’s called having fun, y/n, you should fucking try it some time!’ ‘I have fun, you dick!’ ‘Yeah, okay, sure you do. You were sat by yourself at a party. Do you know how sad that is? And me, being the nice guy I am, come to sit with you to talk, and you’re just fucking rude to me!’ ‘Nice guy? You have to be joking! You’re not a nice guy, and you never have been! You’re entitled and egotistic and can’t keep your dick in your pants! You can’t take a hint, and even when I tell you explicitly to leave me alone, you don’t!’ I shout, both of us moving closer and closer to one another. ‘I’m trying to be nice, for fuck’s sake! I don’t understand why you tell me to leave you alone!’ ‘I don’t understand why it is so hard for you to accept the fact that I. Don’t. Like. You,’ I say in his face, emphasising every word, hoping he finally gets the message.

‘You fucking liar,’ he says lowly, taking another step closer to me, centimetres apart from me. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘I said that you’re a liar. You do like me,’ he says, eyes dark as he looks at me, and I scoff, trying to ignore how tense I am now that he’s this close to me. ‘I promise you, I really fucking don’t,’ I laugh, our voices much quieter now, everyone around us still watching the exchange, straining to hear our words. They must be confused to see a girl not falling at the feet of great Park Jimin for once. ‘Stop lying, for once, y/n! Discard your pride, for fuck’s sake! You think I’m stupid?’ he asks, getting even closer to me, so close that his chest brushes against mine, my skin igniting at the touch, and I curse my body for betraying me. ‘You think I don’t see you literally fighting the smile off your face when I compliment you? You think I don’t feel the way you shudder when I touch you? You think I don’t notice how you lean towards me when we’re sat together? You think I don’t see the way your breath catches in your throat when I talk about the things I’d do to you? And it’s sexy, it’s really fucking sexy, and it’s so fucking hot when you play hard to get,’ he whispers, his tone harsh but his words making my entire body feel like it’s on fire because, yes, I fucking hate him, but God, he’s hot as hell. And then he makes me want to strangle him by saying, ‘but you ruin it by being so fucking uptight and taking a stupid little joke to heart.’

I let out a disappointed sigh, opening up the Uber app on my phone. ‘y/n. What the fuck are you doing?’ he asks, an edge to his tone, and I ignore him completely. ‘Are you ordering a fucking Uber?’ he demands, sounding incredulous, and I continue to ignore him, knowing it’ll piss him off even more. ‘I’m trying to fucking speak to you and you’re ordering an Uber? Can you stop being so fucking immature and, like… talk to me? Put down your fucking phone, y/n,’ he says slowly, and I can practically sense how he’s trying so hard to keep a hold of his temper – I can see him clenching and unclenching his fists, the vessels in his hands more visible than ever. And then he snatches my phone out of my hands. ‘Wha-’ I start to say, looking up at him, but I’m startled into silence when my eyes meet his. I’m good at riling him up from time to time, but I have never seen him this angry, not even when he’s playing football. His eyes are dark, cheeks flushed with rage, jaw and fists clenched so tight that I’m worried he might shatter a bone, and I actually feel scared. ‘Give me my phone back, Park,’ I say tiredly, and he lets out a mirthless laugh before turning away from me and heading back towards the house, tucking my phone into the back pocket of his tight black jeans.

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I say before following him – I’ve got too much pride to run after him, especially in heels because my clumsy ass will fall over. ‘Park, I swear to God,’ I call after him, the onlookers laughing. I’m glad they find it funny – I’m just tired, fed up and I want nothing more than to go to bed. He disappears into the house, and I speed up a little, knowing if I lose him, it could take ages to find him in that huge ass house, packed full of people. ‘y/n, babe, wait,’ I hear Yoongi say as I pass their group again, feeling him grab onto my hand. ‘Yoongi, not now. He’s got my phone.’ ‘I know. He told us to distract you,’ Yoongi admits, and I let out a noise of frustration as I pull my hand from his grasp, rushing into the house before another of them can grab me, narrowly escaping Tae’s reach. I see him disappearing into the living room, and rush through the kitchen, pushing through the few people stood around the counters, but I freeze when I reach the living room door. A load of ASP boys are lining up coke on the coffee table with their credit cards, Eric Nam who lives in our accommodation block is passed out at my feet, and a group of girls from the sorority up the road are grinding on each other in the middle of the room, Jungkook in the thick of the throng with his hands on Nayeon’s waist. My eyes scan the room, and I spot jet black hair disappearing into the front hall. I seriously consider just leaving my phone and getting Namjoon to call me an Uber, but my passcode is basic as hell (123456) and I don’t need Jimin snooping around my socials. Or worse – my camera roll.

I step over Eric, narrowly avoiding Momo’s hands stretched out to grab me and dance with me, and sidestep the table covered in coke, bursting into the front hallway where Seulgi stands with Kai, one of the spotters on our cheer team. ‘Hey, babe!’ Seulgi exclaims when she sees me, and I grin at her, momentarily distracted from Jimin. ‘Hey, Seulgi. Hi, Kai. Have you guys seen Jimin?’ I ask, both of them looking at me in confusion. ‘Park Jimin?’ Kai asks, and I nod, a little impatient. ‘He just went upstairs. Why?’ Seulgi asks as I begin to run up the stairs. ‘He stole my phone,’ I shout over my shoulder, ignoring Kai’s shout of, ‘Use protection!’ At the top of the stairs, more of my friends are sat in a circle on the landing, handing a bottle of vodka around. ‘Hey, y/n,’ Mina says when she spots me, the others all greeting me too. ‘Hi, guys. You seen Park Jimin?’ I ask, all of them exchanging a glance. ‘You two about to resolve the sexual tension?’ Dahyun asks with a wiggle of her eyebrows, and I roll my eyes. ‘No, he’s got my phone.’ ‘Ooh, worried he’ll find your nudes?’ Jackson asks with a smirk, and I fix him with a hard stare. ‘He’ll never guess the passcode for ‘My Eyes Only’ so I’m not worried,’ I say evenly, and I have to hold back a laugh when the boys all exchange a glance. ‘Anyway, did you see where he went?’ I ask, getting even more impatient now. ‘He went upstairs – his room’s up there. Second door on the left,’ Jeongyeon says, everyone’s eyes turning to her now. ‘How do you know?’ Jinyoung demands, and I take the moment of them being distracted to sprint up the stairs. With every step, I feel the anger inside me grow, all of the times he’s pissed me off over the past couple years building up within me. I hate him, really fucking hate him, and this is just the last fucking straw.

When I reach his room, I don’t even bother knocking, bursting in. And when my brain registers that he’s lying on his bed, with the pretty sophomore from earlier on top of him, all I can see is red, my hands shaking with fury. She looks up at me in surprise, Jimin completely ignoring my presence and continuing to press kisses to her jaw. ‘I swear to fucking God, Park, I’m going to murder you,’ I say slowly, voice wavering with anger, and the girl has enough sense to get off him. ‘I’m really sorry, I didn’t know he was in a relationship,’ she says, sounding truly apologetic, and I feel bad for her. ‘He’s not. You’re welcome to get back to your thing in a minute – I just want my phone,’ I demand, eyes flitting to the bed where he’s leaning back on his elbows, watching our exchange with amusement. None of us say anything for a few moments, the poor girl caught in between mine and Jimin’s feud.

‘I’m being serious, Park. Give me my fucking phone before I cut your dick off,’ I threaten, knowing I’d make good of it too, but he doesn’t move a muscle, just watching me with eyes sparkling with mirth. ‘You know what? I’m gonna leave you guys to resolve whatever the hell this is,’ the girl says, heading to the door. ‘I’m so sorry,’ I say, truly feeling bad, and she turns back to look at me, stood in the doorway. ‘Don’t be. I think you’ve helped me dodge a bullet. If anything, I’m sorry for you, being involved with him,’ she says quietly, making me laugh, and she laughs too. She really is a nice girl. ‘Thank you. I’ll see you around. I’m y/n, by the way,’ I say, and she nods. ‘I know. I’ve been thinking of trying out for cheer, and everyone I’ve spoken to said to go to you,’ she says, and I let out a little noise of excitement. ‘Oh, my God, you should! You look like you’d be a good flier, and we’re running short of fliers at the moment!’ I exclaim, completely distracted, and she grins. ‘I used to fly at high school, so I’d definitely like to give it a go.’ ‘That’s great. Try-outs are next Saturday, at 12, and I’ll keep an eye out for you. What’s your name?’ ‘Park Jiwon. Do I have to sign up or anything?’ ‘Well, you missed sign-ups, but I’ll put your name down. Just show up,’ I say with a grin, and she smiles back. ‘Thank you, y/n. I’ll see you on Saturday.’ ‘See you, Jiwon,’ I smile, the girl heading towards the stairs with a wave.

When I turn back to look at Jimin, he’s right there in front of me. He pushes the door shut and then slams me up against it, knocking the air out of me before pulling my shoulder bag off my arm and throwing it across the room, the chain strap making a loud clanking noise when it hits the wall. He’s so close that all I can smell is him – the vodka he’s been drinking, his expensive aftershave and… something that’s just him. ‘You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous, and angry with me. Love getting you all worked up, baby,’ he spits out, voice so low it sounds like a growl, and I’m speechless, literally speechless, his words igniting a fire low in my stomach. ‘You had plenty to say earlier, babe – why so quiet now?’ he asks, eyes dancing with amusement, and I look to the side, unable to hold his heavy gaze. ‘Don’t even think of turning your head away,’ he spits out, my stomach turning when he raises a hand to my chin, moving my head back to face him so my eyes can’t escape his. He holds my head in place, and the feeling of his hand resting loosely around my neck sparks arousal deep within me, my mouth drying. But I have too much pride to submit to him. ‘Give me my phone,’ I demand, and he lets out a chuckle, dark eyes not leaving mine. ‘I don’t know about that, angel. What will you do for me in return?’ he asks, pressing his body against mine so I’m trapped up against the door, and my eyes widen. ‘Nothing. It’s my phone,’ I say slowly, unable to believe how entitled he is. ‘It’s mine now,’ he grins, my mouth falling open. ‘Close your mouth before I spit in it, baby,’ he says, my mouth falling open even more in shock, stomach churning, arousal burning hot in my veins. ‘Don’t tempt me,’ he growls, pushing my mouth closed.

‘Get on your knees for me and I’ll consider giving you your phone back,’ he grins, and I can’t even say anything because he’s holding my mouth closed. ‘Is that a yes?’ he asks teasingly, and I make a noise of frustration, looking down at his hand to try and get him to move it. With a sigh, he removes his hand, and I snap, ‘get your hand off my neck, and give me my fucking phone, Park.’ ‘I always thought you’d be into choking. You seem like a dirty little slut,’ he grins, hand still not moving, my underwear flooding at his words. ‘I swear, Park, I will fucking kill you.’ ‘So you really, truly want me to let go of you? You really want to just get your phone and go?’ he asks, words dripping with amusement, testing me. And I can’t, I just can’t discard my pride – it’s too painful for me to concede to him. ‘Yes,’ I spit out, and his face twists with anger.

‘What is wrong with you, y/n? Why can’t you just fucking let go of your pride for once? I know you want me, I’m not fucking stupid! We’re both attracted to each other so why can’t you just stop fucking around and let me fuck you? I’m not going to do anything without your fucking consent, y/n, I’m not a fucking rapist! Why are you making this so fucking hard for me?’ he demands, rage making his voice shake, and I don’t know what to say. ‘I…’ ‘You what? Go on, fucking speak,’ he prompts, jaw working overtime as he waits for me to answer, hand still resting around my neck, his silver rings cool against my burning hot skin. ‘I do like choking,’ I breathe out, giving the only form of consent to him that my pride will allow, his face blank for a moment. ‘What?’ ‘I said… I do like choking,’ I whisper, his eyes lighting up slightly. I hold a finger up against his lips to stop him explicitly asking, hoping he’ll understand from my gaze. ‘Sure?’ he asks, plump lips moving against my finger, my heart warming at him double checking, and I nod. ‘I’m sure,’ I whisper back, and that’s all he needs to hear.

His hand tightens at my neck as he leans down, lips landing on mine. He kisses me, harshly, forcefully, his tongue sliding into my mouth within moments, turning my mind to slush and emptying my head of any thoughts other than how good he is at kissing. His free hand grips my waist, bruisingly tight, as my hands run through his hair, the soft and fluffy black locks tangling between my fingers, and he tastes like the citrusy vodka he was drinking, with the sweet undertone of my coke (the soft drink – not the drug). ‘On your knees,’ he growls, and I laugh against his lips. ‘No.’ ‘No?’ he asks, sounding amused. ‘No.’ He breaks away from me, looking down at me, heavy breaths escaping through his swollen lips. ‘Wanna say that again, babe?’ he asks, his gaze intimidating, but I don’t let myself break. ‘I said ‘no’. I’m not getting on my knees,’ I say forcefully, matching his serious stare with one of my own, and he lets out a little chuckle. Hand still around my neck, he grabs my arm with his free hand and pushes me towards the middle of the room before letting go of me and sitting at the edge of the bed he was lying on a few minutes ago, another bed on the other side of the room empty. ‘Strip,’ he commands, and I cross my arms over my chest, raising an eyebrow. ‘I swear to God, y/n, do not fucking test me. Take off your fucking clothes,’ he spits out, the rage from earlier reappearing, and I decide to follow his instructions, but have a little fun while I do so.

I grin at him before I slide my hands across my torso, slipping my fingers beneath my top and pulling it up over my head, slowly as I possibly can, leaving me in just my black lace bralet (my top was too thin to wear a padded bra). Once it’s off, I throw it to him, and he deflects it with a quick hand, just about stopping it from hitting his face. He sends me a hard glare (though I can see that he’s trying to hold back a laugh behind it) but it disappears the second I flick open the button of my jeans, pulling down the zip too, his gaze darkening. He’s so intimidating that I can’t help but feel self-conscious at undressing in front of him, but then I spot the growing bulge in his jeans, and it makes me feel a little better. I turn away from him, kicking off my heels, pushing my jeans down my legs and bending over to give him a view of my ass, covered by my black lace pants, and I know there’s probably a slightly darker patch between my legs. I straighten up again, stepping out of the denim pooled at my feet, and turn back to face him. He runs a hand through his hair, a smirk on his lips as he beckons me over with the curl of a finger. I step towards him and he reaches out, grabbing me by one wrist and pulling me onto his lap. He tilts his head back to kiss me again, my fingers tangling into his hair and nails scraping against his scalp as he digs his hands into my back, our bodies pressed together almost painfully. He pulls my bottom lip between his teeth before laving his tongue over the sore skin, making me let out a whimper against his mouth.

‘Feels good?’ he asks cockily, and I want nothing more than to take him down a peg, so I ignore him, just continuing to kiss him. ‘I asked you if it felt good,’ he says against my lips, hand reaching behind me to gather up my hair and pull my head back, exposing my neck to him. ‘And I ignored you,’ I reply, voice shaky, as he kisses up and down my neck, pulling the skin beneath my jaw between his teeth, marking me. ‘Petty… stubborn… uptight… bratty… little bitch,’ he says between marking my neck and skin around my collarbones, shaky breaths and little whines falling from between my lips every few seconds at the feeling of his tongue laving over the bruises caused by his perfect teeth and plump lips. ‘I’ll break you, y/n. You’ll be begging for my cock by the time I’m done with you,’ he says, lips curled into a smirk against my skin, and I let out a laugh. I lean down, my lips against his ear, and whisper, ‘less likely than you scoring a goal in the first match of the season. Which we all know is very unlikely.’ He scoffs, lifting me up and putting me down over his lap, my ass sticking up the air.

‘Safe word?’ he growls, sounding almost reluctant, and I feel a thrill at the thought that he’s planning on doing enough to me that I might need a safe word. I think for a moment, and his grip on my thigh tightens before he spits out, ‘hurry up.’ ‘How about… small dick?’ I ask, biting my lip to hold back laughter (I really do find myself funny), but my amusement quickly disappears when his hand delivers a solid slap to my raised ass, making me let out a small squeal of pain, and I look back at him with a glare. ‘Small dick it is,’ he says cheerfully with a grin at me before reaching out to turn my head away from him. ‘You’re being punished, bitch, you don’t get to look at me,’ he spits out before his hand lands down heavily on my ass again, in the exact same spot as the previous slap, making me yelp in pain. I begin squirming in his lap – this spanking is not it, but he holds me firmly in place, landing another slap on the same cheek, and another, and another, and-

‘Park, cut it out!’ I shriek, my ass stinging with pain, and I just know he’s grinning. ‘Safe word?’ he asks, and I bite my tongue, knowing I can’t give in this easy. ‘That’s what I thought,’ he says cheerfully, before wrenching my pants down just past my ass, his hand, spread wide, to land across both cheeks with every slap. I squirm on his lap, still trying to escape, but he’s strong, holding me still and spanking again and again. And then the pain begins to ebb away into pleasure, my yelps of pain becoming desperate whimpers, my pussy practically drenched. With one slap, his skin is inches from the place I need him most, and I can’t stop the moan that escapes my lips. ‘Enjoying being spanked like a dirty little bitch?’ he asks, stopping the tirade of slaps on my ass, but I stay silent, too proud to admit to it. The spanks continue with my silence, my ass burning with the pleasurable pain, and when he’s finally deemed it enough, he rubs a hand over my cheeks, the metal of his rings providing relief for my stinging skin.

‘You okay, y/n?’ he asks, momentarily breaking from his hard demeanour, my heart warming despite myself. ‘Yeah, I’m fine,’ I reply, sounding breathless to my own ears, and he chuckles. ‘You took your punishment well, for a little brat. What do you want now, babe?’ he asks, and I’m silent, too proud to tell him. ‘Well, you’re obviously deciding to be a stubborn little bitch, so we can sit here like this all night,’ he says, and I look up to see him with his arms crossed over his chest, looking relaxed and smug. I let out an annoyed huff, looking back at the ground, and I wait a few moments to say, ‘touch me.’ ‘What was that, angel?’ he asks, hand beginning to rub over my sore ass again, reliving some of the pain, and I sigh. ‘Touch me.’ ‘I am, baby,’ he replies easily, hand continuing to skim over my stinging skin, and I let out a frustrated whine. ‘You know what I mean, Park!’ I exclaim angrily, and he chuckles. ‘I’m not sure I do, babe. Spell it out for me,’ he prompts, endlessly amused, and I clench my jaw in anger. ‘Can you touch my pussy?’ I snap, and he chuckles, making my blood boil. ‘Can I touch your pussy…?’ he asks, and I let out another angry noise, not wanting to be polite to him at all. But he’s completely silent, waiting for me to speak, and I give in, spitting out the word, ‘please.’ ‘Good girl,’ he compliments, voice soothing, but his hand doesn’t move from my ass. And then he says, ‘but it took too long.’

‘Are you fucking kidding me? If you’re not going to fuck me, Park, I’m leav- oh! Oh, God,’ I moan out, my angry tirade cut off when he pushes two thick fingers deep between my folds, stretching me out almost painfully. My walls clench around him as I whimper, my slick coating his hand. ‘So fucking wet for me, oh, my God. Does being a bitch to me turn you on, angel?’ he asks, but it seems he doesn’t require an answer, pushing one of my legs off his lap to give him better access to my pussy, my foot on the floor to stop me from sliding off him. He begins to thrust his fingers in and out of me, fast, and my head falls down as I let out a loud moan because, God, he’s good, better than I could’ve imagined. ‘So tight,’ he groans, as I throb around his thick fingers, my hips rolling back unconsciously to meet the thrusts of his hand. I can feel my high nearing quickly, the spanking and teasing making me desperate, and his fingers are so fucking good. And then his thumb begins to rub at my clit harshly, forcing a startled moan out of me, and I’m so close, twitching around him as my entire body tenses.

And then he pulls his fingers out. I let out a frustrated whine, eyes prickling with tears as he chuckles, leaning down and holding his slick covered fingers in front of my face. I refuse to take his fingers into my mouth, lips sealed shut, and he sighs, before his other hand lands a harsh slap onto my swollen pussy. I let out a shriek of pain, but he doesn’t relent, landing more heavy slaps onto my sensitive folds, pulling pained moans from my mouth. ‘Stop making this so hard for yourself,’ he says through gritted teeth, and I reluctantly open my mouth, his fingers instantly slipping between my lips, the slaps ceasing as I lick his fingers clean of my arousal. ‘Look at you, being a good little slut for me,’ he says with satisfaction, making my blood boil, and I can’t help but bite down on his fingers, not hard enough for it to hurt, but hard enough for it to shock him. He jumps, making me grin in satisfaction, before ramming his two fingers back between my folds. I let out a loud moan as he pumps in and out of my pussy, the pleasure rolling over me in waves. The rough pads of his fingers brush against my walls, thumb nudging at my clit as I let out moan after moan, feeling my orgasm build back up. I clench around him even tighter, twitching against his fingers, and it’s like he’s already managed to identify when I’m close, pulling his fingers away at the last second.

‘No, please,’ I whine pathetically, bucking my hips up in frustration, and he chuckles. ‘It’s a bit late for ‘please’ now, babe. You can beg better than that,’ he prompts, and I want to cry, so desperate for a release that I give in, swallowing my pride to force out some desperate words that might persuade him. ‘Please, Park, please make me cum. I need it, I need it so fucking bad, need your fingers or your mouth or your cock, anything. I just need to cum,’ I beg, and he’s silent for a moment. ‘God, that’s fucking hot, y/n. But…’ he says, making me tense at the thought he’s not going to give me what I want. ‘Your begging means nothing – you’re just saying what you think I want to hear. You need to earn it, angel,’ he says, making me whine in frustration and thrash on his lap. I’ve had enough now – my vibrator can probably do a better job than him, and Jennie will be fast asleep now (she could sleep through an earthquake). ‘Call me by my name,’ he says, breaking through my anger, and I freeze. ‘What?’ ‘I said to call me by my name. You’ve only ever called me Park. If you swallow your pride and call me ‘Jimin’… I’ll make you cum as many times as you want,’ he says, and it sounds simple enough, tempting enough.

But I’m not giving him what he wants.

‘No.’ ‘No?’ ‘No.’ ‘Okay,’ he says simply, his fingers sliding back in easily, making me shudder. His fingers pump in and out of me, furiously fast, as his thumb rubs against my clit, my mind numbing with pleasure as I let out moan after moan, unable to stop myself, and I know I must be so loud right now, loud enough for my friends on the floor below to hear, but I don’t care. He curls his thick fingers, brushing against the soft spongy spot inside me, and I let out a loud whine. ‘Listen to you being nice and loud for me, like a good little bitch. You’re so close, aren’t you? Can feel your tight pussy clenching around my fingers. You’re gonna cum soon, right?’ he murmurs, fingers fucking into me relentlessly. ‘Call me Jimin. Swallow your pride, call me my name, and I’ll let you cum all over my fingers, as many times as you want, baby. Just call me Jimin,’ he says, voice so soothing that I’m almost persuaded, but no. I’m too proud, too stubborn. I bite down on my lip to stop myself, and he sighs. ‘Such a stubborn little bitch,’ he says, almost disappointedly, pulling his fingers out from me, and I let out a shriek of frustration.

‘Fuck, please, Park! Please let me cum, please! I’m so fucking desperate, need to cum so bad!’ I cry out, words slurred as my eyes fill with tears, vision blurring. He’s silent, just listening to my desperate begging, before plunging his fingers back into me, making me moan. And then he stops, fingers stilling inside me. ‘Park, please, feels so fucking good, please!’ I beg, his fingers continuing to thrust into me when I begin to speak, but stilling when I stop. ‘Please, Park, I need it, need it so fucking bad,’ I whine, and it’s an endless cycle, his fingers only moving when I speak, and stilling when I fall silent. I fall into a repeated cry of ‘please’ again and again until my throat is hoarse, his fingers bringing me close to the edge before he pulls out, yet again. ‘Oh, my God, Park, please make me cum! Please, I need it so bad, need to cum so bad,’ I beg pathetically, and he chuckles. ‘Not until you break,’ he says, pushing his fingers into my swollen pussy again. And he’s ruthless, relentless, fingers fucking into me so fast, so hard that it hurts, hurts so good, and I’m moaning out, loud and desperate. ‘Say it, baby, swallow your pride and say my name like a good girl. I can make you feel so good, angel, so good. Fuck you all night, eat this pretty little pussy until you’re begging me to stop. Just say my name, swallow your pride. Come on, babe, say my name,’ he murmurs, soothing voice mixed with how good his fingers feel fucking into me and his thumb rubbing at my clit that the prospect of not finishing, makes my eyes fill with tears. And I’m so close to breaking, so close. But his fingers disappear.

He lifts me up, moving my weak body to straddle one of his strong thick thighs, the material of his jeans against my pussy making me whimper. My hands grip onto his shoulders to support myself, and when my eyes meet his, I nearly cum from that alone. His eyes are so dark, impossibly dark, blown wide with lust, his hair a mess from him running his fingers through it, his lips swollen and shining in the low lamplight, skin flushed and hot. He looks so fucking hot. ‘Ride my thigh,’ he whispers, and it takes every last bit of my willpower to shake my head, no. ‘Such a fucking brat,’ he spits before he begins bouncing his thigh. I let out a strangled moan when my pussy rubs against the sturdy denim of his jeans, head lolling back, and he quickly grabs my waist to stop me from falling off his leg. He doesn’t stop, and I’m bouncing on his thigh, moans falling from my lips with every jolt, his eyes latching on to my breasts which bounce right in front of his face. ‘Fuck. So fucking hot,’ he says, hand wrenching down the centre of my bralet so my breasts fall out, straps digging into my shoulders. His plump lips attach to one of my nipples, waves of bliss washing over me at the mixed sensations, heightened when he reaches a hand down to rub my clit slowly. ‘Look how good I’m being to you,’ he says against my nipple, his saliva sliding down my breast as he speaks, ‘making you feel so good, angel. And you can’t even say my name. It isn’t that hard.’

I ignore him, focusing on keeping my orgasm at bay – I’d rather feel the pleasure of now for hours than have one more orgasm denied. ‘Say it,’ he says, moving to the other nipple, flicking his tongue over the bud before sucking it. ‘Fuck, please, Park.’ ‘Say it, angel.’ ‘Oh, God, feels so- oh! Fuck.’ ‘Come on, y/n. Just say my name, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. You’re so close, I know you are. You’re gushing all over my thigh, can feel it through my jeans. Just say it, babe, and I’ll let you soak my thigh with your cum. Say it, angel. Swallow your pride for me, baby, and I’ll make you feel so good, fuck you all night long if that’s what you want.’ And I feel my high nearing, feel the knot in my stomach tightening, and I’m so close, so fucking close that I just can’t, I can’t lose it.

And I break.

‘Fuck, Jimin, please, make me cum, I need it,’ I cry out, a shit-eating grin spreading across his lips as I moan his name again and again, unable to stop because of how fucking good he feels. ‘Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers, and the second I hear him give me permission, I’m falling over the edge, crying out his name as I cum all over his thigh, shuddering as he continues bouncing his leg, thumb rubbing at my clit to prolong my high. ‘Such a good girl, so fucking good for me, angel,’ he whispers soothing words as I come down, his hands on my back gentle and comforting. The exhaustion that comes after my orgasm is heavy, making me fall into him, and he chuckles, holding me as I try to get my breath back, hands on his shoulders.

‘Are you too tired? You wanna stop?’ he asks, and I push myself off him with effort, trying my hardest to stay upright when I land on my feet. I pull my pants back up, and my bralet too before dropping to my knees (I hate being naked while I’m sucking someone off – it’s weird, but I hate being… on display). His eyes darken the second I hit the floor, and he can’t stand up quick enough, unbuckling his belt in record time. I pull his black jeans down to his ankles and he steps out of them, and he pulls his white t-shirt up over his head, throwing it over his shoulder as he steps out of his jeans, kicking them away. And then I pull down his boxers, leaving them bunched up at the top of his thighs, and my heart skips a beat, my eyes widening and my mouth watering at how beautiful he is. His legs are long and toned and his skin is tan and clear, pulled over hard muscles and a full six pack, his abs rippling as his long, thick length stands up against them, rock hard and leaking with precum. I spit on his dick, his breath catching in his throat at the contact, before I use my palm to spread my saliva over his length, his hips bucking. He’s so sensitive, reacting to my every touch, and I almost feel sorry for him, thinking how long he must have been hard. And he’s so big, so thick, with a beautiful fucking curve, that I actually wonder how the hell I’m supposed to get more than just the head of his cock in.

Without wasting time, I lick the tip, revelling in the shaky breath that falls from his lips, his salty precum spread across my tongue. I decide to give him a taste of his own medicine, kitten licking his tip, occasionally swirling my tongue around the head, exhales and gentle groans escaping from his lips. He soon gets impatient, gathering my hair up in one hand and trying to push my head further down onto him, but I resist his force. ‘Stop fucking teasing, y/n,’ he spits out, making me grin to myself, and I don’t waste another second before sinking down onto his length until he hits the back of my throat, the boy letting out a strangled moan as I begin to bob my head up and down. I can’t get my lips to the base of his cock, and my jaw quickly begins to ache, because he’s just too damn big, gags being forced from my throat every few seconds. I take him out of my mouth, placing my tongue at the base, licking up to his tip against the vein on the underside of his cock to relieve myself of having him in my mouth, but he’s quickly bucking his hips, desperate to have my lips around him again. I look up at him through my lashes as I swirl my tongue around the tip before slowly taking him in as far as possible, gagging around him, and when he hits the back of my throat, his head falls back, a desperate moan of my name falling from his lips, the sound rushing straight to my core.

I slowly build up my pace, steadily bobbing my head up and down, taking him in further each time. ‘Fuck, y/n, you’re so fucking good at this, oh, my God. So fucking good, angel, such a good little cockslut for me,’ he groans, hips bucking and making my eyes water, not to mention how hard he’s tugging on my hair, but his moans spur me on through the pain. And I just as I’m beginning to adjust, nearly getting him into my throat, he loses his patience. He starts thrusting into my mouth, controlling my head movements with the hand he has fisted in my hair, and all I can do is grab onto his thighs as he fucks my mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so good. My perfect little whore, letting me fuck your mouth, and taking it so well. Love hearing you gagging,’ he says, thrusting particularly hard and prompting a gag from me, the noise making him moan. ‘So sexy,’ he whispers, and I moan around him, the vibrations making him thrust faster. Tears stream down my face, saliva bubbling around my mouth and dripping down my chin and neck.

And then there’s a knock at the door, followed by, ‘Jimin, you in there?’ Jimin stills completely and opens his mouth to reply, but I get an idea, deciding to get my revenge for all the edging. I bob up and down on his length, furiously fast, hands playing with his balls, and a strangled groan falls from his lips, panic in his eyes when he looks down at me. ‘y/n,’ he says, almost pleadingly, and I look up at him innocently, as the door opens. I take his dick out of my mouth, looking around Jimin to see Hoseok stood in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight with Namjoon stood behind him, quickly clapping his hand over his eyes when he sees us. ‘I…’ Hoseok says, Jimin sighing before looking at him over his shoulder. ‘Yes?’ ‘Sorry. But I did ask if you were in here,’ Hoseok says, eyes flitting to me, and I can see him holding back a laugh when I grin at him mischievously. ‘Please, Hobi, just get what you need, and go,’ Jimin says tiredly, Hoseok nodding as he darts in, grabbing a charger from what must be the other bed which must be his, before darting back out, dropping a wink at me before he shuts the door.

And Jimin looks down at me, his gaze making my stomach turn. ‘Get up. Now,’ he spits out, and I rise up from the floor as slowly as possible as he pushes his boxers off, leaving him stood in all his glory. He’s so fucking beautiful, an absolutely Adonis – his body is perfect, like it’s been carved by the Gods. He rips my pants off as he reaches around me, unclasping my bralet with unmatched expertise, pulling it off my arms, and throwing both items over his shoulder. He grabs me by the neck, forceful but not violent, and walks me backwards to his bed, pushing me down and climbing over me. ‘You think you’re funny, huh?’ he demands, no regard for how tight he’s gripping my throat, and I grin, enjoying how pissed off he is. ‘We were doing well, and you just had to fucking ruin it,’ he spits out, entire weight on me, and I struggle for air, the lack of oxygen making my head spin pleasurably. ‘You like being caught in the act, huh? Like being a dirty little bitch and being on your knees for me in front of my friends? Or d’you just like pissing me off?’ he demands, eyes dark with anger, veins in his neck corded tight. ‘Like… pissing… you off. Thought… we could… try… hate… sex…’ I breathe out between deep inhales, desperately trying to take in enough air, and he smirks. ‘Thought you’d piss me off, so I’d hate you?’ he asks, and I grin as best as I can, eyes watering. He reaches down and grips his cock in one hand, running his length along my folds teasingly, sending little waves of pleasure through me. ‘Don’t make me beg,’ I whisper, my hoarse voice making him loosen his grip slightly, a smirk stretching his lips out. ‘That’d be mean, right? After how good you’ve been for me?’ he says sarcastically, eyebrow raised, and I fix him with a glare, his hand tightening again, rings digging into my skin. ‘Beg, bitch,’ he spits harshly, and I’m silent, our eyes locked together. ‘I could cum just like this,’ he says, still running his cock across my folds, and I sigh, the thought of him not fucking me making me snake my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to press my lips to his ear and whisper, ‘Fuck me, Jimin, so hard I can’t fucking walk, for as long as you fucking want. Fill me up with your big fat cock until I can’t breathe. Don’t care about me – I’m just a slut for you to use for your own pleasure, a whore for you to fill with your cum until your balls are empty.’ My words make him gulp, eyes blown wide with desire, and I press my lips to his, speaking against his mouth:

‘Fuck me like you hate me.’

He plunges all the way into me, both of us moaning, ‘fuck’, drawing the word out until he bottoms out, and it’s so fucking good. He’s so thick, the stretch burning deliciously, the curve of his cock having him fill me up perfectly, brushing up against my spongy spot without even meaning to. He doesn’t give me even a second to adjust, pulling all the way out before slamming back in, both of us letting out moans at the feeling. He sets a bruisingly fast pace, the bed hitting the wall with each strong thrust of his. ‘So fucking tight. Gonna stretch you out with my fat cock, gonna ruin you for everyone else,’ he growls, forcing the words out with effort, his energy being taken up by thrusting into me, and it’s euphoria, absolutely euphoria. ‘I’d… like to see you… try,’ I breathe out between moans, and he chuckles, hammering into me, heavy balls slapping against my skin. ‘I already broke you, angel – don’t make me embarrass you by doing it again,’ he growls, hand still tight around my neck, my hands on his back, nails digging into his skin, hard. He grabs one of my legs, lifting it to rest on his shoulder, and he goes even deeper than before, my eyes rolling back into my head at the feeling of his cock dragging against my walls.

Obscene squelching and the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room with my moans and whimpers, his groans and grunts, the smell of sex thick on the air as he abuses my pussy, pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow, and all I can think is, ‘why the fuck haven’t we done this already?’ ‘Fucking gushing around me, soaking my bed like a good little slut. Gonna smell like you for days – my other bitches will know I’ve had a cock-hungry whore in here,’ he moans against my ear, rage filling me at the mention of other girls, and I can’t help myself. I slap him around the face, and he just grins at me, cheek reddening, not ceasing his thrusting. ‘Jealous? Don’t worry, baby, you’re the best I’ve ever had. I’ll ruin you, but you’ve ruined me. Only want your pussy from now. Want you to be my good little bitch, my sex toy,’ he grunts, cock hammering into me relentlessly, my walls clenching around him. ‘Only if you eat my pussy with those pretty lips,’ I whisper with a grin, and he chuckles, smirking. ‘Can’t wait to taste your pussy, angel. But let me fill it with my cum first,’ he breathes out against my neck, making me moan, before he practically pushes me down into the mattress, cock pounding into me bruisingly hard.

‘So fucking tight around me, baby, like you’ve never been fucked. Your cunt was made for me, huh? Scream my name out, babe. Let everyone in the damn house hear how good my cock makes you feel,’ he prompts, and I can’t help but do as he says, head thrown back into the pillow as he repeatedly hits my g-spot, crying his name repeatedly like a mantra. And I can feel my orgasm approaching, my walls clenched around him, my nails raking down his back, moans falling from my mouth again and again. ‘You gonna cum for me, baby? Come on, want you to soak my cock like a good little slut. Cum for me, angel,’ he whispers against my ear, hand snaking down to rub at my clit, other hand still tight around my neck, pushing me down into the mattress, and I feel the knot in my stomach tightening, head full of bliss. And then he hits the spot inside me head-on, and I reach my high.

I scream out his name, so loud it feels like it’s being ripped out of throat, my own voice ringing in my ears as I cum around him, gushing out release, walls clamped around him so tight he can’t move, and so he rubs at my clit to prolong my orgasm. Never have I felt an orgasm this intense, never felt pleasure like this, and my vision becomes blurry as the tears run down my face, mouth hanging open, eyes rolling back into my head and nails raking down his back, breaking the skin. And when I begin coming down, my walls loosening around him, he starts chasing his own high, with no concern for me at all. He slams into me, again and again, the bed probably leaving dents in the wall every time it bumps against it, and the overstimulation is too much, making me sob. But he doesn’t care, one hand pressing into the mattress, the other one still around my neck as he fucks into me, grunts and groans falling from his lips, and when my vision clears, I nearly cum again at the sight of him.

His black hair is pasted to his head with sweat, his skin completely drenched and glistening with perspiration, mouth wide open and letting out whispers of my name, lips swollen and shining. His eyes are dark, impossibly dark, completely blown wide with lust, and his face is flushed and contorted with pleasure. His muscles ripple with the effort of fucking me, desperate whines escaping his lips as he chases his high, body tense and strong. He looks like sin incarnate.

And I can feel him nearing his orgasm, dick twitching inside me, and I tighten around him, digging my heel into his back to hold him place, his hips stuttering with erratic thrusts. ‘Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum in this tight little pussy. So good for me, so good,’ he moans loudly, making my lips curl in satisfaction before he lets out a cry of, ‘fuck, y/n, gonna cum!’ He buries himself deep inside me, head falling to rest in the crook of my neck, biting down on my skin as he cums, thick and hot ropes of his release painting my insides. And there’s so much of it, an endless amount of cum flooding me, and my sensitive walls fluttering around him prolongs his high, milking his cock for all he has.

Once he’s done, he pulls his softened cock out of me, moving down the bed with a grin, wanting to see his masterpiece. ‘You squirted, you know?’ he says nonchalantly, eyes momentarily flitting up from my pussy to meet mine, and I can’t mask the surprise quick enough, a satisfied smirk stretching across his lips. ‘Thought so. I’m the best you’ve ever had, right, babe?’ he asks, eyes trained on my folds, waiting for his cum to leak out of me, and I don’t reply. ‘God, after such a good fucking, you’re still a stubborn little bitch? Well, whatever. If it makes you feel better, that was the best I’ve ever had too,’ he says, and I’m silent, attempting to ignore the thrill that runs through me – he’s fucked that many girls, but I’m the best. ‘Your moans are so pretty, angel. My name sounds good on your lips,’ he grins, and I roll my eyes, dropping my head back to rest on the pillow – I’m absolutely exhausted, physically and mentally (and of him). ‘Do you always talk this much after sex?’ I ask, and he chuckles. ‘Nope. I usually give them a kiss on their cheek and send them on their way. You should be honoured you’re getting pillow talk,’ he says cockily, and I scoff. ‘Fuck you.’ ‘I just did,’ he says, voice dripping with mirth, and I roll my eyes.

And then I feel it. His cum beginning to drip out of me. ‘God, I really did cum deep, huh? Look how long it took,’ he says, words lined with fascination as he watches my pussy intently. ‘Remember when you said I’ve got a tiny dick?’ he laughs, and I let out an annoyed noise. ‘Shut up,’ I say half-heartedly, before he collects up some of his cum on his fingers, making me let out a shaky breath as I look down at him. He holds his fingers out to me, and I don’t bother waiting this time, licking them clean, and his cum is actually... not bad. Sweet and almost… fruity. But I’m knocked out of my thoughts about his semen when he licks a bold stripe up my pussy, a broken moan falling from my lips. ‘I… didn’t think my cum would taste this good. Or maybe it’s just your pussy,’ he says casually, as though discussing the taste of cocktails. ‘I think it’s your cum.’ ‘Let me test it,’ he says before delving back down for another taste of my juices, making me moan before I thread my fingers into his hair, pulling him away. ‘I’m too sensitive,’ I say gently, and he nods, moving to lie beside me. ‘It’s you, by the way. Your pussy tastes amazing. You gotta let me eat you out in the morning,’ he says, and I turn to look at him, raising an eyebrow and trying to ignore how handsome he is. ‘In the morning?’ ‘Well, if you wanna stay the night, that is,’ he offers indifferently, but I can see that he’s a little nervous underneath the casual demeanour, and so am I, panicking at the prospect of this… not being just sex.

‘Where’s my phone?’ I ask, and he laughs at the swift topic change, before reaching his hand under the pillow my head is on, pulling out my phone, and handing it to me as I thank him – though I shouldn’t have to say thanks for getting my phone back. But whatever. I start to get up, slowly sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. ‘Are you leaving?’ he asks, almost panicked, and I laugh. ‘I gotta clean myself up, and go to the toilet – I don’t want a UTI. Where’s the bathroom?’ I ask, and he pulls a face. ‘It’s the last door in the corridor,’ he says, sitting up to watch me as I collect up my clothes, legs shaky. ‘You’re not gonna put those tight ass clothes back on, are you?’ he asks, and I raise an eyebrow. ‘It’s not like I brought a spare change,’ I say, and he laughs, getting out of bed. He goes to his wardrobe, getting out a loose black long-sleeved top of his, and then to his chest of drawers, delving deep into one of the drawers and pulling out a pair of black Nike socks and a pair of black cotton pants, holding them out to me. And I look at him, looking back at the clothes, before looking back up at him, and then back at the clothes. ‘I hope to God you’re not expecting me to wear those random pants,’ I say with disgust, and he laughs. ‘They’re brand new, I promise. Rosie bought a pack to keep here for when… hers weren’t suitable to wear anymore, and these are from that pack – they’ve never been worn. I swear. And the top and socks are mine – freshly washed,’ he says, and I nod, still suspicious, sniffing the pants when he hands them to me. They smell clean, and I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt – I’d rather not be underwear-less in a frat house. So I pull the pants on, and then his top, trying to ignore how it smells exactly like him, the nice scent filling my senses, and it’s long enough that it covers my ass completely, hem brushing against my thighs. I pull on the socks, soft material nice against my tired feet (I don’t know why I wear heels – it’s literal torture).

‘Make sure you knock – there might be someone in there,’ he says meaningfully, and I scrunch my nose up in disgust. ‘Who fucks in the bathroom of a frat house?’ I ask, and he’s silent, looking a little sheepish. ‘That’s gross. Please, don’t. I don’t want to know,’ I say when he opens his mouth to explain, and he nods, holding back a laugh. I open the door, looking down the corridor to see if it’s empty before rushing towards the bathroom. Thankfully it’s empty, so I wee and clean myself up, trying to ignore how much of a state I look. Once I’m done, I look a little more presentable, but it’s clear I’ve just been fucked, my eyes a little heavy and lips swollen, and my skin glowing. My makeup (which was a full face) is minimal now, my mascara slightly smudged around my eyes and my foundation patchy around my mouth and chin, so I blend it out as best as I can, and it doesn’t actually look that bad. The most noticeable thing is the purpling marks from his mouth, his hand and his rings around my neck and under my jaw, the ones on my collarbones hidden by his top. I run my fingers through my hair, and have it hanging around my face, not really covering the marks, but it’s the best I can do. I head back into Jimin’s bedroom, and I stifle a laugh at seeing that he’s fast asleep. And he looks really fucking cute, lips pouted, hair messy and face relaxed with slumber. How can he go from being the most annoying person in the world, to being sin personified, to being adorable? It’s obvious he was expecting me to stay the night with him – he’s on one side of the bed, the other side with two pillows, my phone sat atop them with the blanket pulled down for me to climb in.

But I can’t. I can’t stay the night and pretend like everything’s okay. Yes, he just gave me the best fucking of my life, but I’m not sure if it makes up for all the times he’s been a dick to me over the past couple years. And now, he’s expecting me to climb into bed with him, to act like we’re more than just two people who hate each other, and acted on our sexual tension and attraction to one another. Because that is all we are. But then he said things like me being the best he’s had, and that he wants to eat me out in the morning, and he’s expecting me to stay the night when he never lets anyone stay the night – everyone knows that about him. So maybe he doesn’t hate me, which is terrifying, because I cannot deal with Park Jimin not hating me.

So I have to make him hate me.

Quietly, I grab my phone, and he moves in his sleep, stirring, making me panic and run out of the room, leaving behind my clothes and shoes. I venture to the end of the corridor, ordering my Uber before looking down the flight of stairs, spotting the group of my friends still sat on the landing, Chaeyoung sat closest. ‘Chaeng, I whisper, but she doesn’t hear me. ‘Chaeng!’ I hiss a little louder, and she looks around before spotting me, opening her mouth to speak before I hold a finger to my lips. She gets up, pretending she’s going to the bathroom before rushing up the stairs. ‘Are you okay?’ ‘Yeah, but I need to, like, escape. I’ve ordered an Uber, but I left my shoes in his room,’ I say, and she instantly slides off her sparkly silver sliders. ‘Don’t you need them?’ ‘Yoongi said I could stay the night,’ she says shyly, making me squeal with excitement for her, a little smile on her face. ‘You know there’s no way you’re gonna be able to leave without everyone seeing you?’ she says, and I sigh, slipping her shoes on. ‘I know, but I can’t stay. I can’t share a bed with him,’ I say, and she raises an eyebrow. ‘Girl, we heard everything. Everything. But staying the night is where you draw the line?’ she asks, and I nod, absolutely humiliated that they could hear. ‘Yes. I still hate him,’ I say as though it’s obvious, and she just nods, holding back a laugh. ‘Come on, then,’ she says, leading me down the stairs, and I’m so embarrassed when my friends spot me, jeering and laughing. ‘Walk of shame!’ Bambam shouts, before the boys all begin chanting it, and I cover my face in embarrassment. ‘Bye, girls!’ I call over the racket, the girls all bidding me goodbye before Chaeyoung leads me down the next flight of steps.

She turns the handle of the front door, pushing it open for me, and I quickly rush out before I can run into anyone else. ‘Thanks, Chaeng, you’re the best. I’ll drop these off tomorrow,’ I say, motioning to the shoes, and she waves my words off. ‘Just bring them to try-outs next weekend. Text me when you get home,’ she says, and I nod, my phone buzzing to let me know my Uber’s a minute away. ‘See you, Chaeng,’ I call over my shoulder, heading up to the pavement. My Uber pulls up, and I turn to wave at Chaeyoung, instead seeing her being pushed out of the way by Jin and Jungkook who are cheering and shouting at me, running over. I quickly jump into the Uber before they can reach me, telling the driver to go quickly, and he does so, leaving Dumb and Dumber in our dust. I’m silent the entire journey back, trying my hardest to stay awake, and I can feel him looking at me in the rear-view mirror, probably wondering why I’m dressed the way I am, getting into an Uber at 4am. Or maybe he knows exactly why.

When we pull up to my accommodation, the sky is already beginning to lighten with morning just around the corner, and I thank him, climbing out of the Uber and heading into the building, entire body aching. I take the lift, having to lean one hand against the wall as I walk down the corridor towards our door. And then I realise I left my bag, with my keys in them, in Jimin’s bedroom. I’d hoped to sneak in whilst Jennie was asleep, but I’ll definitely have to wake her up now. I knock on the door, not too loud because I don’t want to wake anyone in the neighbouring rooms up, but it works, Jennie instantly opening the door. And she doesn’t look like she’s been sleeping, wide awake and fixing me with a hard glare. She knows.

‘How the hell do you know?’ I ask tiredly as she moves to the side to let me in, looking me up and down. ‘Namjoon phoned me after your conversation with him, to clear the air. And halfway through our reconciliation, I can hear shouting in the background, and he kindly informs me that you and Jimin were having a screaming match on ASP’s front lawn. And then he texts me around an hour and a half later to say he’d just seen you on your knees in Jimin’s bedroom with his dick in your mouth,’ she says, voice harsh but eyes sparkling with amusement. ‘I know, I know, I’m an idiot. But I’m really fucking tired and achy so can I sleep first? I promise, I’ll let you lecture me all you want in the morning,’ I say as I collapse into my bed, and she just stares at me for a moment before nodding, a small grin on her face. ‘It’s about time you got laid.’ ‘Oh, thanks.’ ‘I want all the details in the morning.’ ‘I’m not sure you do.’ ‘Ew.’

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fandom-lover20 · 3 years

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Hello! It is me! May I please have a Breakfast club and hunger games match-up? (there so many other good fandoms but I don't want to ask for too much lol) tysm in advance and have a fantastic day/night!

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her Sexuality: Straight

I have bad anxiety and I can be very self destructive. This is where my feisty, stubborn, hardheaded side comes in. If I want something then i'll fight for it even if it hurts me and i'll get into a bad cycle of putting myself down and trying to do better even if I did great the first time but I always push myself too far and other people have to stop me because I usually can't see it when its happening. I also cover my emotions up and I have a lot of trouble talking about whats bothering me or what problems i'm having emotionally so I put up a wall and I act tough, or happy and sometimes i'll be the exact opposite but I try to hide it.

Things I like: I love swimming (I was on a swim team for about 9 years), I love horror movies, I like rain and the sounds of waves , and thunderstorms because its calming to me, I also love the smell of rain and salt water, I like cloudy days, cooking, listening to 80's and 90's rock but mainly 90's because 90's is the best, My favorite bands are Bush, Audioslave, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Linkoln Park, Pearl jam but i'm pretty open to anything.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider.

Girl, you and I would get along so freaking well.

The Breakfast Club

Andrew Clark. He is constantly by your side or behind you depending on if you're in heels or flats. He will constantly have an arm around you or stand behind you with both arms over his shoulders and fingers interlinked so you can't move. And this man will be the one jumping into your arms, not the other way around when watching horror movies or even if it's only a small bit he will cringe and hide his face in your shoulder; the spider situation however is the opposite, he will be the brave person and will actually tease you by holding the glass with the spider inside near you while you're running away. Oh, and for the tree incident, Andrew would be at your side in a split-second when you fell and if you were bruised he would punch the tree.

The Hunger Games

This man LOVES that freaking height difference. The top of your head is at his neck so he is constantly looking down at you and kissing the top of your head or bending over a little to kiss the lobe of your ear. He is absolutely in love with you and loves your style especially as it's different from him, nearly the exact opposite however sometimes he'll steal an oversized jumper that you haven't worn in years yet still smells like you to wear for the day. He'll take you down to the lake he found when hunting with Katniss where you'll go swimming and sometimes when it's cold he make sure both of you are wrapped up nice and warm and you'll sit there listening to the sound of the water moving because of the wind. And whenever there's a thunderstorm he'll light the fire, if you want to help he'll let you, and you'll cuddle up while listening to the storm outside.

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Andrew's picture is from https://ohitsophia.tumblr.com/post/647914825904685056/ah-yes-the-five-love-languages-touch-starved

Gale's gif is from https://thehungergamesrenaissance.tumblr.com/post/658637458519523328/the-hunger-games-renaissance-the-hunger-games

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Also, I'm really sorry it took me so long. I started it but then it deleted and then I completely forgot about it. I'm also watching Breakfast Club at the moment by the way.

#Match-ups #The Breakfast Club #Andrew Clark #Andrew Clark match-up #The Hunger Games #Gale Hawthorne #Gale Hawthorne match-up #geeky-daughter

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rosi-lei-luna · 3 years

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Okay Hello its me again! May I please have a Obey me and Creepypasta match-up? Tysm in advance and please take your time! :D

Zodiac sign: Leo sun, Aries moon, Leo rising

Personality Type: ENTP

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Straight

I'm 5'4 and I have a very tiny body frame so i'm extremely petite and pretty small. I'm not very curvy and I literally have the body of a cereal box...lol but its fine because I have nice hips and thighs. I have thick brown hair that goes down to my back and it gets tangled pretty easily but its kinda fluffy. I have brown eyes and tiny freckles all over my face and body. I like Flannels, band t-shirts, combat boots, etc. But i'd also always enjoy a nice oversized sweatshirt or hoodie with a pair of skinny, ripped jeans and some converses or something along those lines.

Things I dislike: Spiders.......I will scream if I see a spider

All right this is my first time doing this so I’m sorry if its not the best TwT

For Obey Me! I chose Satan!!!

(Gif not mine)

Here are some small Satan headcanons for ya!

-Satan would love absolutely everything about you

-If you to were just chilling together he would trace your freckles and try to count them

-He would probably talk about cats and how they remind him of you (ex. They’re cute or He loves them but not as much as he loves you)

-I have a feeling that he would like 90’s rock too and would love listening and dancing to it with you

-I think he would call you baby or babe or something along those lines

-He wouldn’t be scared to be all lovey-dovey with you in front of people, but it would only be small gestures like holding you hand etc.

- He would love kissing you on your forehead, cheek and nose

-He would find your attitude quite amusing, and would always try his hardest to learn things that help with your anxiety, and wouldn’t make you talk about anything if you didn’t want to

bonus!-He would kill every spider he sees and he’s got AIM! Like he could just take a shoe or book and throw it at it and .BOOM! Dead spider.

For creepypasta I chose Ben Drowned!!

(Gif not mine)

- I personally headcannon him to be 5’3-5’4 or so where in between there so he would be glad there was another tiny person there

-I think he would also be intimidated by you at first but then eventually warm up to you

-He would let you go swimming but would Never get within 100 feet of water

-He would watch the horror movies with you because..y’know

-He also hates spiders with a burning passion like if he heard you scream and saw the spider he’d get someone else to kill it

-Y’know a lot of people headcanon Ben to be kinda Pervy, but I think he’s actually kinda shy when it comes to girls

-I don’t now why but I feel like he’d be really really good at handling anxiety with y’know all of the people he lives with (In the slendermansion) 95% of them have anxiety and he probably does to

-He would probably lay his head on your lap (If your comfortable with it!) While he’s playing video games or he’s just sleepy

Bonus!- Sally would persuade you into playing kingdom with her and Ben would always be the prince/ knight that saved you

I hope you like it. This was really fun to write. Request more things in the future bai~~

#creepypasta #ben drowned #obey me #satan #Ben drowned x you #Obey me Satan x you

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suckerforsmylex · 5 years

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Ripe Peach - Pt. 1

Peaches lay on her back on a cot with her arm connected to a blood bag. She felt strange and anxious staring up at the ceiling, squeezing the foam ball in her palm. It took some time, but eventually her nerves settled and she wasn’t so afraid anymore. It was her first-time giving blood and she was proud that she had the guts to come in and contribute. There had been a long-standing shortage of her blood type throughout Gotham and she decided to take the day off and donate at the clinic. She almost chickened out, but she decided to be brave for once. She needed to feel good about something. She needed to feel a sense of worth.

A nurse came over and removed the medical tubing from her arm and taped an iodine covered piece of gauze over the open vein. “Okay, you’re all set, honey, let’s sit you up.” She placed a gentle hand behind Peaches’ back as she lifted herself up. “Slow and steady. Do you feel okay?” The timid girl nodded and swung her legs over the side of the cot. “Alright, you just sit there until you feel ready to go over to the snacks and juice. Make sure to eat something so you don’t get dizzy or faint.”

After a short while, Peaches made her way over to the table of snacks. Chocolate chip cookies, breakfast bars, orange and apple juice were spread out on the table where other donors sat munching and recovering. A couple of thin, pretty girls sat at the middle of the table snacking on the refreshments and giggling as they looked at their phones. One of the girls loosened her hair out of its perfect pony tail and shook it out.

As her loose curls fell over her shoulders, she started to fan her face. She started getting pale and looked like she was about to pass out. Everyone turned to see if she was alright. A muscular guy who reeked like Axe body spray scooped her up from behind and held onto her shoulders. Peaches was just about to sit down when the faint girl’s skinny friend looked up at her and smiled.

She’s looking at me and I know she’s probably hoping that I don’t sit here.

Peaches looked down at herself and caught a glimpse of her red, V-neck shirt. Her breasts filled every inch of the shirt and then some. Their plumpness seemed almost X-rated to her. The curvature below her chin, her round tummy, her thighs touching, everything embarrassed her. It felt like the girl was shooting hot lasers right through her. She grabbed a bottle of water and walked briskly to the double doors of the clinic and pushed her way outside.

I’m on a diet starting now. No more sweets for me.

She started to walk back to her apartment with purpose. She’d taken a bus there but decided that she needed to get some more exercise. It was dusk in the city and the street lights were starting to turn on. Peaches stopped for a moment and looked down at her feet, feeling glad that she’d worn flats. The walking was starting to get to her already. If she had worn a shoe with even a tiny heel, her poor feet would have been crying. Peaches felt a slight wooziness come over her, but she shook it off.

I’m not getting on a bus and I’m not calling an Uber. I need to lose weight and a little walking isn’t going to kill me.

It started to drizzle a little and then thick raindrops were splashing onto her cheeks. She ducked into a department store to try to wait it out. The rain was relentless, but she knew a little short cut. There was a large, multi-level, covered parking lot near a jewelry outlet that was only a block away from her apartment. She’d have to walk briskly to the lot to escape the rain, but it was worth it to keep from getting soaked. She grabbed a free town newspaper to put over her head and walked over to the lot. As she made her way through the large lot, passing the parked cars, she began to feel the dizziness creeping up again.

Peaches regretted not having at least a bite of a granola bar or a bit of apple juice. The vertigo intensified quickly and then everything in her eyeshot was spinning. Suddenly, her knees buckled beneath her and she found herself hitting the hard pavement with a painful thud. The last thing she remembered, was seeing a very pale man standing in the distance at the end of the row of cars, his green hair bright against the dark interior of the lot. ————————————————————————————————

Her eyes fluttered open. The sound of a whirring fan woke Peaches out of what seemed like a dream. She was lying on her left side, swaddled in thick, purple blankets and propped up on plush pillows. Everything in her eyeshot was gilded gold and purple and richly decorated. Her head and body hurt something fierce. There was a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on the table. She leaned to reach over and get it.

“Careful gorgeous. We don’t want you moving around too much. You’re still pretty tender.” The raspy voice she heard chilled her to the bones. Peaches shot up and grabbed one of the fluffy pillows to defend herself. It was the only object close enough to her to grab. The man with the slicked-back, green hair was sitting in a large, leather chair facing the bed where she lay.

His shirt was unbuttoned and a bow-tie lay undone around his collar. He was covered in tattoos, including one that read ‘damaged’ across his forehead. His skin was abnormally pale and his eyes were ice blue. He was beautiful and she were pretty sure he was going to hurt her really, really bad.

A shooting pain ran through her left thigh and she winced in pain holding it. “Who the fuck are you, and what are you going to do to me,” she asked still holding the pillow and quivering like a leaf. The man smiled broadly and she saw his teeth, encased in shiny metal. “You were just standing there looking soooo sweet, and then you fell right down on the pavement like a very ripe, plump peach falls out of a tree. I brought you back to my place, to patch you up of course, Peaches.” He was leaning toward her, his blood red lips moving quickly as he spoke. His tone was erratic and it scared her.

“H…how do you know my name,” she asked, her voice shaking as she tried to position herself to lunge at him if he tried anything. He held up her license and she could see the contents of her purse spilled out on the table next to him. “I had to know who I was rescuing, sweetheart. Do you know who I am?” Suddenly it came back to her. She had seen him on the channel 9 news about a week ago. They reported the strange man as a murderous criminal. They showed footage of him shooting up a bank with an Uzi. She was injured, lying in a bed that belonged to the Clown Prince of Gotham, The Joker.

She shook her head and tried to pretend that she couldn’t remember, but it was already clear that she knew exactly who her rescuer was. “Ohhhh, don’t be coy, sweets. You can call me Mister J. I’m not gonna’ kill ya’…” Peaches threw off the blanket, jumped out of the bed and tried to escape, while he was mid-sentence. Big mistake. He grabbed her by the wrists in one fell swoop and pulled her taught against his body.

He looked at her, directly in the eyes, with unblinking rage burning into her face. “Now I just was in the MIDDLE of SAYING, that I wasn’t going to KILL YOU, PEACHES!” The Joker rolled his head around and growled in frustration. “Get back in that bed. You’re in no state to leave yet.”

He released her from his grip and thrust her toward the bed, running his hands through his hair trying to ease his frustration. “I’m going to take special care of you, my little peach. We have to get you patched up before I take a bite.” Peaches found herself being surprised that the short statement he had just made, aroused her. She batted the feeling away, knowing that he was probably just making a cruel joke. He was The Joker, right?

She landed on the fluffy bed, atop the ornate, purple comforter and then looked down, realizing that she was only wearing her bra and panties. She was so embarrassed that she started to whimper and wrapped herself beneath the blanket, all the way up to her neck. “May I please have my clothes back?” The Joker sat on the bed and reached for her face but she pulled away, afraid.

He put both hands in the air to show her that he wasn’t looking to hurt her, at least not yet. He thumbed a fat teardrop away from her eye. “When you fell, you hit the ground pretty hard, doll face. I had to take off your clothes to make sure that you weren’t bleeding or suffering any serious injuries. You bled enough today, no?”

The Joker held a sticker up from her purse that said ‘Thank she for donating to the Red Cross.’ “Let me guess. You didn’t drink your apple juice?” He started to laugh hysterically. “I brought you some grape soda. Drink this up.” He reached for the bottle and held the straw to her lips but she moved away cautiously.

“I’m not going to drink that.” The Joker let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s not poisoned or drugged. If I wanted to kill you or rape you, I could have done both about an hour ago. Drink the fucking soda.” Peaches put her head down and started to sob a little. “Trust me. I wasn’t worried that you would rape me. I can’t drink that because I’m on a diet.” She felt her face reddening as she said it.

Okay, he’s going to laugh at me or murder me in 3, 2…

The Joker’s face changed from annoyed to enraged and Peaches was seriously afraid that he was going to do something horrible to her. “COME HERE.” He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off of the bed to the other side of the room. The blanket fell away and she was grabbing onto his hands to try to stop him from ripping her hair out. “LOOK UP.” He was behind her with his hand firmly around the back of her neck. He was standing her in front of a gold, full length mirror.

She was humiliated, staring at herself in her red, lace bra and panties. She tried to cover up as much of her body as possible, tucking herself into him and squirming away from the mirror. “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t cover up. I want you to see what I’m seeing. I want you to appreciate it.” Peaches tried to wiggle away again and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them behind her back. He started to caress her body with his right hand.

“How can you not see what I am seeing right now, honey? You. Are. Magnificent. Your face…ohhh…like an angel.” His hand stroked her cheek and she felt it warm to his touch. His fingers worked their way down to her breasts. He rubbed over every inch of them except the nipples. "These tits. Nggggg, fuck! Look at these tits.”

The Joker rubbed down over her tummy, causing her face to flush and he noticed in the mirror. He leaned in and breathed into her hair and began kissing her neck as he continued rubbing over the curved surface. He kept locking eyes with her in the mirror as he whispered directly into her ear. “I love this fucking tummy.” She moaned and found herself feeling faint again. Peaches was still weak from not eating anything and bruised from the fall. She was also getting turned on by all of Joker’s “unwanted” attention.

He pressed her up against his body even further. “Ok beautiful, let’s get you back into bed.” He walked her back over to the bed and gingerly lay her down onto the covers. “Drink now.” He held the straw to her lips again and she stubbornly refused, causing the Joker to growl. “You’re going to drink this fucking soda and you’re going to like it. OPEN THAT MOUTH.” He took a sip of the soda into his mouth and broke the bottle on the table. He swiftly mounted her and held the jagged edge of the glass to her neck. Peaches opened her mouth and he kissed the soda into it. The sweetness of the soda mixing with her saliva against his hot tongue made her breathe heavily against him.

He ripped her bra off of her, releasing her ample breasts and he grabbed them both up into his hands, taking each nipple into his mouth, stopping to lightly nip at each one. He pinched both nipples tightly between his forefingers and thumbs. It hurt like hell and she cried out. “Say: My tits are fucking perfect.” She repeated him instantly, to get him to stop the painful pinching. “My tits are fucking perfect! My tits are fucking perfect!” The Joker released her with a grin. “Mmmmm…yes they are.”

He slid his body down lower between her legs and kissed her stomach. He kissed it in its entirety, making sure not to miss an inch. He made his way to her thighs and lightly kissed the insides of each one. Peaches pushed her hips up, hoping he would remove her panties next. “You know what, sweetheart? Daddy wants to see that beautiful ass of yours. Turn onto your belly for me.”

Peaches hesitated. She didn’t like not being able to see him and she was so self-conscious. She wasn’t even this intimate when she touched herself. That usually happened in the dark before bed, under the covers. “Did you think that I was asking you? Turn the fuck over so I can see your ass. NOW.” She could tell by his face that he wasn’t kidding. She turned over and gave him a full view.

“Fuck, look at this ass.” He grabbed a handful of each cheek and snarled. “Get on all fours and let me get a better look.” She blushed and did as she was told, inadvertently pushing up against Joker’s crotch. She could feel his erection against her panties. Joker grabbed she around the waist and bent over her, pushing his crotch into her more and wildly groping her breasts. “Mmmmm. I wanted to let you heal, my little peach, but Daddy can’t take it when you wiggle that ass. He bit hard into her neck, leaving a dark mark that made her flinch in pain and moan in ecstasy at the same time.

“Ngggg, fuck, Mister J….” It flew out of her mouth before she knew what she was saying. This only fueled his unbridled savagery. “Oh yes, my little peach. Daddy is going to fuck you. But first, I’m going to taste you.” He yanked down her panties with her still on her hands and knees. Her sex was completely exposed now and he dragged the tip of his middle finger over her clit and down through her lips, feeling the wetness coat it. There was a slight ‘squish’ as he pushed into her. “My, my, my. This little peach is so juicy! Can Daddy have a taste?”

He leaned in and breathed in the scent of her sex. She could feel his warm, hot breath against her as he placed the tip of his tongue at the base of her dripping lips. He began to kiss gently, sucking and licking. “Mmmm…ssrrrrpppp…ptuckk…srrrppppt… mmmm…” The sound of him devouring her invaded the room and as his kissing intensified, so did the wetness and the sound became louder.

“Mmmm…Daddy’s gonna’ have a little bite of his juicy peach now, Peaches.” He took one of her lips between his teeth, pulling back slightly, and then scooped her clit into his mouth and sucked. “Ohhh God, please…” she cried out. “Mmmhmm, that’s right…oh God, please. What do you want, baby?” The Joker stopped and flipped she onto her back.

“Ngggg…please…” She was having trouble talking at this point. “Mmmmm use your words baby. Tell Daddy what you want.” Peaches rolled her head around into the pillow, gripping the sheets. “Ahhh…please fuck me Mister J.” The Joker leaned into her ear and growled again. “Mmmm. I can tell you meant that. Here’s what I want you to say. Say ‘Daddy, I want you to fuck my perfect, little pussy.’ Can you say that for me, doll?”

Peaches was so desperate to come that she couldn’t say it fast enough. “Daddy, I want you to fuck my pussy.” The Joker gripped her throat hard until she gasped for air. “Is that what I told you to say? Say ‘no Daddy’.” She choked out “achh…no Daddy…” He maintained the grip. “And what was it that I asked you to say?” Peaches grasped at his hands to try to breathe while saying it. “Daddy, I want you to fuck my perfect, little pussy.”

The Joker unzipped his pants and released himself. He positioned his tip and ran it up and down her lips, making sure to graze her clit. “Mmmm. I want you to say, ‘I’m perfect Daddy’ with every thrust and then I want you to come all over this big, fat cock. Do you think you can do that?” Peaches nodded and bit her bottom lip, hard. That was all The Joker needed to see. He spit onto her pussy and slammed himself into she so hard she felt it in her cervix.

“Say it with every thrust, my juicy little peach.” He was thrusting in hard and fast making sure that she could feel him filling her with every inch. “I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perfect Daddy….I’m perfect Daddy…I’m perf….ahhhh….ohhhhh….mmmmmmm….fuuuucckkk dadddddyy…”

The Joker could feel her clamping down with every muscle as she started to come. “Fuck yes. Give it to me. GIVE IT TO ME NOW. COME ALL OVER DADDY’S COCK. Mmmm. I can feel you coming baby. Fuck do she feel how wet you made my cock?” The Joker pulled out and his cock sprung out angry and throbbing. He was covered in her juices. “Come over here and clean Daddy’s cock with your mouth, sweetheart.”

He didn’t wait for her to move. He just straddled her face and started fucking her mouth. She tasted herself as he hit the back of her mouth with each plunge. “Ahhhh, yes clean your cum off my cock, my little peach. Taste how good you are. Ahhhh…achhh…FUCK! Mmmm, fuck, suck it all up.” His hot cum spurted into the back of her throat as he drained his balls into her. It felt satisfying to see him spent as she looked up at him. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand as he collapsed onto the bed beside her. He reached out to kiss her forehead with a smirk and then each one of her bruises.

#fanfiction #fanfic #joker fanfiction #jared leto joker #leto joker fanfiction #leto joker imagine #joker x plus sized reader #plus size #ripe peach

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bedbellyandbeyond · 5 years

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Gainer, Part 2

(Sort of a One Shot Story Post 2/3)

Another two weeks later and Jeffrey was starting to notice more changes in his body. At first he'd only been gaining weight in his midsection but now a good look in the mirror showed his thighs were rounding out a bit and his hips had widened. He hadn't really heard of other gaining channels talk about their hips widening but he figured it just made sense to accommodate the extra weight. His weight gain had started to pick up and in the last two weeks he'd outgrew his pant size easily. His belly was so round and his skin taut. He expected his middle to be squishier but it was just tight, like when others did water inflation video. Maybe that's what the powder did, help him retain water in his stomach. It accounted for the fact that nowhere else was really getting any bigger, just his ass. While it was a little unexpected, he was loving every bit of it. All he'd really wanted was a belly so the rest didn’t matter so much.

He had a field day buying new clothes. Bigger pants were a must but he wanted to keep his shirt pretty tight to show off his belly. If they rolled up, it was just a testament to his growth. For the option of modesty though, he got a couple large sweaters he could pull on when he needed, but he knew he’d only really wear them if he got cold. On one of the odd days he and his cousin were actually home at the same time, Ollie chewed him out for basically eating through their shared fridge. They'd argued a bit and his cousin called him a fatass, which pretty much ended the argument since Jeffrey was just so happy to hear it. He promised to pay for his own groceries from then on. To cover the costs, he took extra shifts at work. He stopped going out as well to keep a straight head at work and because he'd started feeling a lot more tired these days. He figured it might be a side effect of the growth powder, or just exhaustion from work now that he was lugging around extra weight. Could also be a combination of both. Now that his weight gain was advancing, he'd become a lot more popular online. He was getting close to being able to really earn some money off his channel so he tried to come up with new things to try to keep the attention going. He started a couple livestreams where he stuffed himself silly with his new found cravings. His most popular livestream was called 'I stuff myself with peanut butter in ramen for 2 hrs'. It also had the most dislikes he'd ever seen because so many people were disgusted by the combo but it was just a testament to his fame. “So, I have some cool developments,” he said, one night in a video. Ollie was home and trying to sleep in the next room so he felt like he had to whisper. “I got…Dun dunna nah! Cankles!” He chuckled as he lowered the camera to his swollen ankles. “My work shoes fucking suck right now, but yeah… I think this is dope. My whole legs are thick. Some of you guys have joked that I look pregnant. Hah, yeah, wouldn’t that be something? Baby Heff…” He slapped his belly. It jutted out now like he’d swallowed a whole grapefruit. “Which one of you handsome beasts wants to be my baby Daddy?” He laughed a little in embarrassment. “Anyway, yeah, as we saw earlier in this video, I now weigh 122.5 lbs and my belly measures in at 33 inches. I’m on my way to hefty! Back hurts a little from the weight but we make sacrifices for the ideal bod, right? Subscribe to HEFFrey! Later!”

A week later, Jeffrey was at work when he had an unexpected visitor. He was a cashier at a local knick-knack store so most of the people who came just looked around and left, so he spent most of his time sitting on his ass, reading articles on his phone. It made sense that he didn’t notice the guy until he was at the counter with a pair of oven mitts with moose printed on them. “Is that everything?” Jeffrey asked as he scanned the item. “You are doing well. Your growth is beautiful.” He recognised that voice and looked up from the mitts to find the tall pale stranger again, staring with his wide sun coloured eyes. “D-ude…” Jeffrey beamed. “I fucking owe you one. That powdered stuff worked dreams! I’m like, fucking inflating. Look at this shit…” He came around the side of the counter and squeezed the sides of his belly. “You can touch it if you want.” The stranger smiled and placed a hand on the underside of Jeffrey’s stomach. Immediately, pleasure shot through the entire length of Jeffrey’s body and he nearly creamed himself. His knees trembled as he looked up at his visitor. “What the fuck was that?” Jeffrey asked through a suddenly salivating mouth. “Is there a back room in private?” the stranger asked. Jeffrey blinked, then acted without saying anything. He went to the front, locked the door, flipped out the closed sign, and dragged him to the manager’s office. The manager was pretty much never there on week days so it was empty and Jeffrey didn’t hesitate to throw his shirt off and press his lips onto the stranger’s. The next thing he knew, he was entangled with the strange man on his manager’s desk, his whole body hot, sweaty and nude. The stranger had a hand over his stomach, stroking it gently. “It is time for departure,” the stranger said, pulling his hand away and sitting up. “I must go.” “Geez… Really?” Jeffrey said. “After a fuck like that, I almost want you to marry me…” The stranger just smiled a toothy grin and got off the table. He did up his pants, pulled on his shirt and walked out. Jeffrey panted and got up after him, trying to pull his boxers back on in the process. “Wait a sec! I don’t even know your name!” The stranger was already at the door by this point. “That is unimportant.” Then he disappeared into the street. The moose mitts were gone but there was cash on the counter.

Another two weeks and Jeffrey was living the dream. On his way home from work one time, a guy had actually offered him a seat thinking he was pregnant. Jeffrey wondered if he came off as a girl too since he never could grow facial hair and he was quite petite but he shrugged it off. He had other things to be happy about. He’d actually started getting revenue off his channel, it was so popular. He could no longer see his dick past his stomach without a mirror and even his chest had started puffing out. He’d named his tiny moobs Bub and Bo and liked to run his hands over them to feel their sensitivity. His speedy weight gain had left stretch marks webbing the sides of his belly so he’d started filming videos of himself lotioning up his big round belly. “We are week seven after taking that growth powder.” He was just squeezing some lotion onto the top of his bulbous belly. “I am fucking fat and I love it. 136 lbs and 39 inches around. Some of you think my weight is really low, but I’m not gonna lie, I’m a short dude. At 5’6”, this is pretty big for me. I mean, I did like a google search, and the average weight for a dude my height is supposed to be, like, around 130 lbs, but I’ve always been skinny so like that extra 24 lbs since the beginning of this is so awesome. And I mean, I got the belly to prove it. You can see it. It’s out there, Internet.” His stomach was now nice and soft so he switched to baby oil to give it a nice shine. “I just want to keep growing like this forever. Imagine where I’ll be in a couple months. I’ll look like a house.” He leaned back in front of the camera to give them an underbelly perspective. “The underside... God, it's so sensitive. I'm so horny all the time now, but like if you rub under my belly, expect to be in my bed for a little while. Like, fuck dude. You can probably already see me getting a boner, can't you?” He sat up again and patted his belly. “A lot of the belly gaining videos on here have like no talking... I think I probably talk the most. Oops. But you guys like it, right? Heh heh. I like talking to you. It's like I have an internet of boyfriends. And girlfriends, I'm sure some of you might be ladies. Or, you know, otherwise. I don't try to discriminate. I'm gay AF but anyone can watch my videos. Just hopefully not my aunt. Haha. Okay... I think that's it for this video. Subscribe if you haven’t already. Later.”

Part 1 Part 3

#mpreg #Jeffrey #oneshot

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honeylikewords · 5 years

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may i request miguel getting snuggled/hugged? because he's lovely and he just looks really huggable and aaa!

Aw, that’s so cute! Sure, here’s some Miggy snugs!

An interesting thing about Miguel is how much his body has changed over the years, and that he never really had a ‘soft’ or seemingly super-cuddly-shaped phase; he wasn’t a round child, instead being surprisingly skinny even in his youth, then growing into a lanky, tall-for-his-age adolescent, before becoming the tall, sculpted man of his adulthood. He never was pudgy or squishy or especially soft to the touch. Even now, post-spiderbite, clocking in at 6′2′’ and over 230 pounds of muscle, Miguel seems like he’d be at his least cuddly stage of life.

But this is actually when he’s his most cuddly, and getting snuggled, hugged, cuddled and kissed by his beloved every day.

For example…

It’s a quiet Saturday afternoon and Miguel doesn’t have to go into the lab, so he’s taken the day off to stay home. He’s laying in bed in his boxers, stretching so that his tight back pops a little, and when it does, he relaxes with a contented sigh. His sweetheart wanders into the bedroom from the living room, carrying a plate with a sandwich on it, and Miguel sits up on his elbows, smiling at her.

“Here you go,” she says, setting the plate on the bedside table nearest Miguel. “Thought you might be hungry. It’s nearly noon and–”

But instead of replying, instead of taking the sandwich, Miguel reaches for his beloved’s hands, twining their fingers together and tugging at her arm, pulling her towards the bed wordlessly. She follows his lead and allows him to guide her into a position where she’s cuddled up to his side, her head resting on his broad chest, their still entwined hands sitting on his hard stomach with his thumb gently tracing over the hills and ridges of her knuckles.

Miguel kisses the crown of her head and nuzzles into her hair, humming with pleasure as he smells her shampoo, smells the warm, singular scent of her, feels her heat radiating into his skin. He adjusts his free hand so that his arm encircles her shoulders and folds her closer to his chest, then skates his fingers up and down her side, tracing the curve of her waist.

His beloved smiles into his chest and nudges her nose against his collarbone, burrowing into the thick column of his neck lovingly, and Miguel makes a little shiver as a deep chuckle vibrates in his sternum, the tickling sensation of her breaths on his sensitive neck making him squirm a little.

“Mmm, Miggy,” she breathes, feeling Miguel once again writhe as her breath passes over his neck, “Has anyone ever told you what a good cuddler you are?”

“Not especially,” he replies. “I think I tried to hug a girl in college and she told me I was all elbows and shoulders and that it hurt to get snuggled by me; I think the phrase she used was “like trying to cuddle a pile of steel rebar”.”

At that, Miguel’s sweetheart coos in sympathy, freeing her hand to pat his chest lovingly before grazing her palms up and down his pectorals, noting the number of thin, pale-tan scars lining them. He has scars all over from his altercations throughout the years, scattered over his arms, legs, back, chest, and hands. He even has a few small ones on his face, but as she gazes at his chest, she can see a jagged scar arcing across his pectoral. It looks new. She eyes it, blinking slowly before making her reply.

“Well, I think you’re wonderful to hold, wonderful to be held by. I always feel safe and comfortable when you’re holding me, you know? Like everything is going to be okay. Plus,” she grins, looking up from his chest to meet his ruby-red eyes, “You’ve got… these to cuddle!”

She swings a leg over his abdomen and pulls herself into a sitting position abruptly, then throws her hands down onto Miguel’s prominent pecs, squeezing them and making him burst into resounding peals of laughter. He tosses his head on the pillow as she squishes his pecs around, listening to her comments on how comfy they are to rest on with a huge smile on his face.

“And don’t even get me started on that butt,” she teases. “Ooh, man, what a cuddly butt. Big Butt O’Hara, that’s you. King of the cake.”

“Stooop,” Miguel half-heartedly whines, batting his hand in the air like a faux-humble Southern belle. “You’re fit to make me blush.”

“And your big ole’ thighs! My goodness, how could I forget to mention the thighs!”

“Come on, down you get,” he says as he places his hands on her waist, squeezing softly. “We were cuddling so nicely, too, before you launched the compliment crusade.”

“But I wanna compliment you! You’re cute when you’re flustered!”

This gives Miguel pause, and as he looks up into the face of his lover, sees the sincerity in her eyes, the warmth of her smile, the sweetness of her gesture, he melts a little, and can feel heat flushing his cheeks. She bends down at the waist and gives him a soft, slow kiss, one that makes Miguel feel simultaneously excited and at ease, racing and relaxed at once.

His hand cups her cheek, then inches towards the nape of her neck, coasting up into her hair and tugging her in to deepen the kiss. A soft groan rumbles in his chest, and he feels her pull off to breathe as the last notes of the groan tumble out of his lips, making him sound disappointed that she’s stopped kissing him. He is, of course.

But he feels comforted when he looks up into her warm eyes, seeing them glitter with mirth and enjoyment. Miguel cups her jaw and strokes along her cheekbone, admiring the shape of her face, the way the light reflects off her skin, the shapes her hair makes as it shifts with her movements. Miguel stops for a moment, holding her chin in his hand; he’s realized how large his hands are compared to her.

She looks so small, even as she sits above him, and Miguel caresses his hand down her chin, along her neck, across her shoulder, and down her arm to her hand, then lifts her hand up, comparing the size of their fingers, the breadth of their palms. He massively outspans her, practically able to fold his fingers over the height of hers, and he cocks his head to the side, looking at the union of their hands.

“You’re tiny,” he remarks.

“You’re big,” she replies. “You’re the outlier, here!”

“That’s fair,” Miguel says softly, not really paying attention to his words, more invested in comparing their sizes, noting the differences between them. “But you’re still absolutely tiny, in my opinion. I mean, look at this!”

He puts his large hands on the smallest part of her waist and lifts her up, raising her without strain. His powers make her lighter than a feather to him, and he flaunts how easily he can move her around, able to lift her like a toy.

“You’re a doll!,” he chuckles, holding her above him vertically. “I could put you in my pocket!”

“I’m a very normal-sized woman!”

But Miguel just continues smiling, setting her down on the bed and scooping her close to his side, rolling so that he’s turned to face her. They face one another and grow quiet as they settle down, a calmness re-entering the room, and soon each of them putting their hands on the other and slowly, experimentally, soothingly touching what they find on their partner.

Miguel’s hands seek out her skin, his fingertips brushing along her forearms, her shoulders, even up to her lips, where he traces his index and middle fingers along the sensitive skin, following their natural curvatures and delicate shapes. Her hands find his hair, finger-combing through his locks and gently tugging in the way she knows he adores.

His hair is curlier than it used to be; he used to straighten it for appearances’ sake, embarrassed of his curls, but he’s been growing more confident in his natural state as of late, letting his curls come back in, and she couldn’t be happier. She loves the curls, but more so loves that Miguel is finally starting to love himself, too.

For Miguel, he strokes his hands along her body, feeling how wonderfully solid she is, how unfleeting, how real and present. He caresses his hand along the plateaus of her back, rubbing at the spots where he knows she carries tension. He wants to ease those aches she gets, and smiles to himself when she makes a relieved murmur as he rubs at a sore knot in her back. In thanks, she scrapes her nails along the underside of his cut jaw, scritching his growing stubble lovingly, as if he was a well-behaved pet getting his reward for being such a good boy.

They continue their ministrations for one another for several minutes before Miguel pauses, his hands stilling and rubbing small, barely noticeable circles into the small of her back. Breathing out through his lips, Miguel takes a long, slow survey of her face, then speaks.

“I love you.”

They’ve said it before– by now, Miguel must have said it hundreds of times– but he always feels something deep and intrinsically powerful whenever he tells her that. For so long he struggled to allow himself to love, much less to say it aloud to the object of his affections, but now, with her, he feels safe enough to do it. And he really, truly does love her; he hopes she knows that.

“I love you, too,” she murmurs back, leaning in to press her forehead against his, a sensation of protection coming over Miguel as she says the words he needed to hear.

He rubs her back hard, trying to ground himself in both the emotional and bodily experience of this moment, then pushes on her back so that she’s pressed against his body, intimately close. His arms wrap around her and he squeezes her in as near as he can get her, ducking his head into the crook of her neck. She raises her hand and gently passes over his hair, humming something as she soothingly brushes at his dense, red-brown curls.

“I love you, Miggy,” she repeats. “Always and infinitely.”

“Always and infinitely,” he mirrors, mumbling into her neck, nearly shy.

After a few minutes in that position, Miguel shifts, rolling her onto her back and crawling so that he’s hovering above her, staring down at her with a loving smile on his face, slightly tinged with mischief. She can see that glimmer of rapscallion in him, but lets it slide; Miguel is nothing if not playful. He lowers his head and kisses her, then, both of them melting into one another. She tangles her arms around his neck, and his hands find purchase on her, allowing them to deepen the kiss.

She’s beginning to lose herself to the sensations of his kissing when, slowly, Miguel’s hands leave her shoulders and trickle towards her waist in that tell-tale kind of lightness; she jolts and breaks the kiss as Miguel gives her his troublemaker smile.

“Don’t you da-ARE–”

But she can’t get it out in time; Miguel has already started tickling her sides furiously, making her shriek and wriggle as he locks her into a pinned position with his legs and arms.

“MI-G– MIGUEL!,” she screams, laughing wildly as she tosses and turns on the bed beneath him, writhing in tickled agony, “ST-OP IT!

He just bends down and kisses her face playfully, still ravaging her sides with tickles, and both of them know there’s nowhere else in the world they’d rather be than right here, in this moment, with the one they love.

#messages #anonymous #long post #miguel o'hara

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marcus-forelus · 4 years

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Rae and I are close. We share our happiness and woes as well as push one another to do better in various arenas of life.

We decide to go out and take a break from our separate home lives this Saturday. My wife is at the malls so while she’s on a shopping binge I figure keeping company with a friend out of the house is no big deal. Irina doesn’t need to know and I don’t need the aggravation if she hears about spending innocent day with a friend.

I meet Rae for coffee at a local shop near my house. The shop’s interior is as cold as outside so Rae and I remain wearing coats. After five minutes she asks if something is wrong. Rae knows me well. I let her know that things with Irina and I are not going well. Rae comments that she can see my wife is not taking care of herself and is angrier than usual. We talk for an hour. Rae caresses my cheek and gives me a kiss on the forehead.

She grabs my hand and tells me to follow her. As we walk in the winter air Rae reminds me that I owe her a birthday gift. We reach the door of a Victoria’s Secret. I protest. I don’t want to be seen in a lingerie shop. Rae pulls me through the doorway. Her grasp and tug remind me that she’s a strong woman.

There are two store clerks and a middle age woman with her daughter. Rae comments on the reaction we get from the four white women who look as if they haven’t eaten in a month. She tells me it looks like they think we’re a couple and do not approve of a white man and black woman keeping one another company. Rae is not suffering from paranoia. I notice the stares and sneering.

A pale, lanky, clerk with straight black hair wearing a tight red dress approaches us.

“Can I help you,” she says then looks my friend up and down. “You do know this is a boutique specializing in ladies delicates.”

Rae responds, “I realize it’s a boutique for ladies under things and maybe you can let me know if you can help.”

Rae shrugs her shoulders and lets her overcoat fall to the floor revealing her super tight white Underarmour shirt and black yoga pants. Her clothes look as if they are a second skin. Rae keeps her chin up and invites the skinny women to look at her curvaceous form. The clerk in front of her gasps then tries to utter words but can manage an incomprehensible sound.

“I’m just going to model a few things for my man,” adds my buxom friend. We walk about the store. The women continue to stare and whisper as Rae pulls garments from shelves and racks.

There are white leather chairs near the dressing rooms. Rae has me sit.

“You know dear, I don’t think this store caters to your size,” says the woman of middle age with graying hair wearing a blue pants suit. She fusses with her daughter’s red bustier.

“Wedding?” Rae asks.

The girl chuckles and looks to see if I’m paying attention to her as she dons the seductive item. The mother lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes as a response.

Rae tells me to wait then disappears into the dressing room. When she returns my jaw drops. An eye patch worth of material covers Rae’s bald womanhood, two strings cross her hips then disappear between the large, round, solid masses of her buttocks muscles. She shakes out the lonng braids of her hair. She comments that the old bitch may be right since the 36DDD bra is way to small on her. Rae turns and models in front of me. I am speechless. Her huge chest strains the garment to its limit. She smiles and returns to the dressing rooms.

I look over at the mother and daughter. Their mouths agape and bodies motionless. Rae emerges with a similar ensemble in white, then red, then blue. I feel emotions stir within me that I try to quell but Rae’s performance makes me look at her as more than a friend.

Rae makes a comment about the women in general or as individuals with each shot modeling sorte.

One sales clerk hangs her head while the one wearing the red dress crosses one arm over her chest while the other hangs between her legs as if trying to hide in shame after seeing Rae’s magnificence. The older woman looks as if her jaw will hit the floor as she witnesses the one woman sex parade.

My cock is hard as steel. It hurts as it presses against my jeans. I smile and my chest puffs out in reaction to the pride I feel for Rae. I want her. Thoughts of my marriage dissolve as lust erupts for the busty ebony goddess.

Rae strides toward me. My eyes widen. She rests a hand on her hip and asked me what I think. I stare. My trance breaks by the sound of an expletive. My head turns to its source. It’s the young blonde with long hair. My attention turns back to Rae who smiles.

“Yep, it’s the same black, floral embroidered lace teddy,” Rae says in an even tone. She gives a slight head move in the young blonde’s direction.

My head turns to note if Rae’s statement is accurate. The woman who upon our arrival I remember holding her head high, shoulders back, big smile, perfect posture, and staring at us with disapproval looks as if an insecure sister is in her replace. Viewing Rae in the same outfit the blonde’s hair looks in disarray as if resulting from Rae’s bitch slapping of the arrogant girl’s ego. She looks to have a sick pale hue in comparison with Rae’s dark healthful complexion. Her knobby knees knock together twig like legs as Rae’s thick calves and thighs flex. Her hips are narrow and buttocks cheeks resemble quivering chicken cutlets while Rae’s athletic hips and ass swallow the teddy between massive glutes. The blonde has toothpicks for arms, looks shoulderless as well as backless and look a fifth the mass of Rae’s. The blonde looks as if a strong wind will be able to knock her over; and Rae’s perfect posture and incredible confidence looks like the tornadoe about to annihilate the frail structure.

I utter that I’m in love.

Rae tells me to hold my thought. My eyes follow as she struts toward the hag and her daughter. Rae stops inches from the blonde. The bodacious dark vixen runs her hands down the sides of her own body. “Bitch, the next time you look in the mirror I want your sorry weak ass and flat chest to remember this!”

Rae throws back her shoulders and heaves her gigantic 36F chest. Her huge tan breasts swell beneath as the lace garment tries to contain her assets. Stars strain, her huge orbs swell from the outfits neckline and sides.

“Rae,” I whisper

“No!” screams the hag.

“Oh my word!” cries the blonde.

“Kiss your egos goodbye you titles cunts!” Rae roars. The teddy can no longer contain the tan woman’s massive upper portions. Enormous, gravity defying, F cup breasts burst through the material. Huge dark globes expand upon their release. Humongous ebony nipples point toward the ceiling as the buxom woman arches her back.

Blood rushes to my cock in greater volume in reaction to the sexual excitement of a superior woman taking on a challenge from an inferior girl. The blonde looks more pathetic thanks to Rae’s proximity and display. Earlier my friend and the blonde seem to be of similar height but at this moment the bodacious ebony beauty towers over her slouching adversary. I think how Rae makes the scrawny bitch’s tits look like bee bees. I watch my friend hold her pose as the lesser woman and the hag have Rae obliterate their self confidence and hoping it could last for hours.

“You and your bitch of a mother getting a good look Tiny Tits?” shouts Rae.

At that movement Tiny Tits let’s out a cry and begins to bawl, “Mommy!” The reaction is that of an infant and not a woman of marrying age. The display is disgraceful.

“I’m your new mommy Tiny Tits! Now suck!” Rae grips the back of the girl’s head and slams the blonde face first into her giant breast.

The clerks stand catatonic. Such an event is something there minds cannot compute and puts them in a catatonic state.

Humiliation and fear paralyzes the mother who stands a few feet away. She cups her hands over her blouse and boobs that are bigger than the blonde’s but insignificant in comparison to the ones her daughter faces.

“Come on Tiny Tits suck your bew Momma’s big nipple!”

The blonde struggles for air as breast meat blocks her airways. Rae pays little notice to the hag and adjusts her stance to keep balance like a cowboy breaking a bronco except this cowgirl is breaking a preppie. The lame kicking and slapping of the blonde ceases. Her body relaxes.

“Oh my word,” exclaims the clerk behind me.

Sucking is the dominant sound as Rae makes Tiny Tits pay for not facing her like a woman of substance. The blonde is energetic in her suckling.

“If your flat chested cunt of a mother had a set like mine instead of a pair of dried up white raisins maybe you’d have a body more like mine.” The blonde’s bony right hand presses against the chocolate skin of a gigantic breast as her lips latch on a nipple the size no one in the room recalls ever seeing. Rae relaxes her hold. Tiny Tits is in full submission to her mistress. Rae moans then turns her head toward the hag. “I’m more woman than you and Tiny Tits combined will ever be.”

I stand and walk up behind my friend. Sucking sounds continue. I place a hand on each of Rae’s bare shoulder and press my bulge into the crevice of her ass.

Rae moans and tilts back her head. “You proud of me, Baby?”

“Yes,” I respond. My cock begins throbbing.

Rae pulls back on the blonde’s head. “Go gather everything I tried on and take it to the counter, pay for my stuff, then I’ll have you carry it to my boyfriend’s car.”

Tiny Tits obeys. The hag lets out a sigh and turns. Rae grabs her arm and turns the woman so they face one another.

“Where are you going, Bitch?”

We stand watching in amazement as Rae has the skinny hag strip bare and then don the teddy that is in tatters thanks to her daughter’s mistress. The hag bows her head sobbing as the rag dangles from her. Rae dresses herself in front of the woman watching her weep.

“What are you thinking now, Bitch?” Rae says as she folds her overcoat in the crook on an arm.

“I never felt so inadequate,” weeps the woman.

Rae puts a finger under the woman’s chin and raises it so they make eye contact.

“What’s my name you worthless, flat chested, cunt?”

“Mistress,” responds the woman.

As we leave the store I see the woman drop to her knees sobbing as the clerks move toward her in a futile effort to console her.

Tiny Tits follows us to my car. She loads Rae’s new clothes into the vehicle.

Before Rae gets into the passenger seat she turns to Tiny Tits and says, “good luck with your wedding, try not to cry too much when you think of me every time you get undressed.”

I drive out of the parking lot.

“Take me to your place,” Rae says then cups her hand over my bulge.

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exarmpits · 4 years

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My ex-wife’s sister Part 2

She came to visit us a couple of years later and we picked her up from the airport. Once we got home, she unbuttoned her jacket and I was greeted with this site (above pics).

It was the middle of summer so everyone was in loose clothing. My wife was 9 months pregnant but wearing a tight t-shirt which showed her her poking nipples clearly. She had dark sweat stains under her arms and her body odor was strong enough I could smell it a couple of feet away. It kept me horny constantly, and it did the same for our plumber. He fell in love after seeing her dressed like that, and kept sending flowers asking her out etc. I called him over constantly and made sure he saw me nibbling and playing with her armpits a lot. I even called him over to give her a sniff one time to ask if she smelled bad. He loved that and soon we could smell the overpowering smell of smegma / dick cheese which meant his dick was erect and all the skin folds have stretched revealing all the dirty smegma in between. I almost threw up, and so did my wife. She hated it but at the same time her pussy responded strongly by getting very wet.

So my wife didn’t think of her flat chested sister exposing her nipples as a threat so she kept wearing revealing clothes around the house. She also wore very very short pants and found a lot of reasons to bend over in front of me. I could see her panties with tufts of pubic hair sticking out the sides. Her long legs and boney feet and sexy toes were constantly touching my leg and thighs under the table.

Her favorite sleep wear was this tiny white dress and I’d pass outside her bedroom to see her resting with either her ass exposed or armpit wide open, and once it was her thick tuft of pussy hair sticking out on display.

I got a shocking surprise a few days later like it was a gift from god! Just as I thought I’d been teased to my limit, what I saw made me even hotter…

She was wearing her white singlet again, arms stretched up while doing some warm up exercise. I looked closer and saw some hair growing in the middle of her skinny armpits! They were directly in the middle, only about 5 strands of 1-2cm in length. One was particularly long about 4cm and it was semi curly. My jaw dropped open, and I helplessly inched closer.

She turned to face me and I was too slow to avert my eyes. She glanced at her own hair and started fondling and pulling it with her fingers and looked embarrassed as she said “Oh! I haven’t plucked my hair for a few days!” She grinned at me as I kept staring.

All day she wore that top and all day I was hard. Later on when it was just the two of us watching TV she turned to me and said “You like this don’t you?” indicating her underarm hair.

“What? Noooo” I said.

“Don’t lie. I know you do” she said with a mischievous smile.

I thought she was bluffing as there was no way she knew about my jpg collection on my computer. Then I remembered her mentioning something about borrowing my computer a few days ago. I quickly accessed my files and checked the “last accessed” dates. Sure enough she had discovered my secret.

She kept leaving her hair unshaved and my wife was getting suspicious as she was constantly showing it off in front of me. I had asked my wife countless times to let her hair grow but she refused, so she started to worry what I’d think of her sister’s hair. Luckily I managed to avoid being caught staring at it so she left it alone.

One night after watching TV with her sister, she suddenly leant over and planted a kiss on my lips before escaping to her room. I was dumbstruck for a while then I went to knock on her door. She opened it with a shy look and waited for my move. I grabbed her and kissed her hard. After lusting over her for years there was a lot of passion built up. I frenched her deeply and kissed her body all over, sucking hard on the flat breasts. She raised her arms and pulled my head into her armpit and I was in heaven. I felt her hand reach down and grab my penis. I was a bit shy about that since I know she’s had quite a lot of sex experience which included huge porn star size dicks. I was embarassed about my small typical Asian dick but my face buried in her armpit hair was driving me insane. She grabbed my dick but didn’t jerk me off as I expected. Instead she pulled me by my dick towards her pussy. She lifted up her dress and opened her legs wide. Her pussy hair stuck out in many directions which somehow turned me on a lot. She guided my dick head into the jungle of her bush and I felt it touch her wet pussy lips. She grabbed my butt and pulled me completely inside her in 1 movement. I felt a kind of loose but accomodating pussy cavern. It definately feels like it’s been well used but everything still works perfectly.

She moaned deeply and I realised that my small’ish size was fine for her. I felt more blood rush to my dick and it grew a bit bigger as I pumped in and out. I started feeling a pinch on the tip of my head everytime I went deep. As she orgasmed, that pinch was stronger and actually hurt me a bit. I’m still not sure what it was.. my only guess is her uterus? But surely I wasn’t not long enough to reach that.

She kept my head pressed into her armpit and I was only too happy to cooperate. She came quickly and multiple times, her pussy felt like a wet little-bit-loose glove around my dick. I can’t describe it but it felt like a good fit for me while also feeling like it could be a good fit for a man twice my size. I could smell her sweet strawberry like scent as her pussy juices kept flowing.

“I want!! I want!! Give it to me” she pleaded, wanting me to cum. “I can’t believe I’m fucking you finally” she continued. “I wanted to know what your dick was like for years and now it’s inside me! Ohh I want it inside!!” It was the most genuine dirty talk I’d ever experienced and she looked to be in real ecstasy! I felt the pinch on my tip again and tried to push deeper. I thrust in and suddenly I felt her pussy squeezing the middle of my shaft like a firm massage. Only the middle part squeezed, my dick head still felt like it was in a large cavern and the base of my dick was flapping against her wet lips. But the squeeze around the center basically milked the cum right ouf of me. I had only felt this with 2 other girls. It was a very rare feeling that gave the absolute best orgasm. I shot and shot my cum inside and looked at her beautiful face. I wanted to marry this girl right then and there!

We kept fucking at home, in motels, in my car, everywhere the next week while my wife gave birth. A few days after she came back home, I was laying on the sofa with her sister on top of me. It was pretty late, my wife had gone to sleep hours ago. We were frenching deeply and she had my dick in her hand when my wife suddenly came in the room.

That’s how we were discovered.. I decided to leave my wife for her sister. She tried to entice me to stay by offering her pussy all the time. But she had just given birth, looked chubby, messy hair, etc. I fucked her of course but it just wasn’t what I wanted. She even agreed to something I’d kept asking for - to expose herself in public. We tried it at the supermarket, with her bending over showing her nipples to shoppers, and squatting down with a tiny dress to show her G-string. She even agreed to go further with the plumber.

In the end I still went with her sister. She a few years of blissful sex before it faded away. In that time I came to learn how much of a nympho she actually was and had been since school.

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thinvante · 5 years

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imagine: “school girl changes and gets what she’s always dreamed for”

I pushed passed the door, stumbling into my class making everything fall silent.

“sorry for being late.” i apologised to my teacher, walking to my seat at the back of the class.

“it’s okay, if you actually wanted an education you would be early or at least on time but i guess you don’t care” the teacher replied, you stared down at the book you placed on the tables, trying avoid the eyes of the students who filled the chairs around you. you were so glad it was the last day of school until summer break.

you felt your stomach growl in hunger, panicking at the sudden noise, you looked around to see if anyone noticed to see a pair of brown eyes looking back into yours.

“are you hungry ??” your classmate smiled leaning into his back to pull out something for you to eat. you shook your head no but he proceeded with his small act, throwing a packet of crisps on your desk seconds later.

you looked around again to see if anyone saw but locked eyes with her. the girl you always wanted to look like. the girl you always wanted to be. Lisa.

why ??

because she had good grades and amazing friends. she was popular and loved by everyone. she was outgoing and happy. beautiful and kind. but most importantly she was skinny. her school uniform hugged her body in a elegant way. her skin was clear making her look gorgeous.

you smiled in her direction and she smiled back before turning around and whispering something causing all of friends to look at you before giggling and laughing.

the school bell rang and it was finally lunch time. you sat by yourself staring at the commotion around you, before reading a book and waiting for the bell to ring for the last class of the day.

you walked into class, sitting at the back once again. soon the students started piling in and you rested your head on your backpack and fell asleep, your body jolting awake as soon as the bell rang. for the first time that day a smile crept upon your face as you rushed out of the school making your way home.

summers finally here. your going to be a new girl next year. your going to loose so much weight and look perfect. your finally going to be loved. your finally going to be noticed.

and so with that mindset you restricted heavily. you lost the excess weight. your collar bones could hold water. you could wrap your hands around your thighs. your thighs were miles apart. your waist was tiny along with your wrists. your hands were bony. your neck was thin along with your legs. your skin was finally clear due to the amount of water you’ve been drinking. you were perfect. and it was finally time to go back to school.

you walked into the building with your head held high receiving glances and stares. you looked down at you phone for second before bumping into something ... or someone. before you could fall you felt a pair of arms grab your small waist and pull you up. you finally looked up, brushing your thick hair out of your face.

“im sorry” you muttered as soon as your realised you hit Taehyung. he looked at you for a few seconds before answering.

“are you new here ??”. your heart dropped at the sound of your crush’s deep, silky voice.

“n-no” you stuttered.

“why do you look so unfamiliar then, i know everyone in this school. what’s your name ??”

“it’s me ... Y/N” a look of shock took over his features before he started laughing.

“what’s so funny ??”

“this has to be a prank right ??” he stopped giggling as soon as he didn’t see a positive change in your features.

“come on.” he said before grabbing your hands harshly and dragging you away from the crowded corridor to the cafeteria.

“what are you doing ??” he didn’t respond to your question and instead shoved you in front of his friends.

“who is this ??” he questioned them pointing to your now small frame.

“how are we meant to know, you brought her here.” one of his friends, Jimin, responded. you liked towards Lisa. she had her eyes squinted as she tried to examine your face.

“Y/N is that you ??” she asked, hearing a few gasps from the friend group, you nodded.

“oh my goodness, you look amazing.” she said before hugging you. you froze for a second before accepting the unusual gesture and hugging her back.

“you look so photogenic, i totally want us to take pics at lunch.” you smiled at Lisa’s enthusiasm and nodded. the bell rang signalling the start of a new day. Lisa and Jennie took your hand as you all walked to class, leaving Taehyung, Jimin, Jeongguk and Namjoon to trail behind you three.

you sat down in a seat, receiving a few looks of admiration, as the rest of the group surrounded you, waiting for the teacher to arrive. soon after, the teacher pushed past the doors and greeted us with a warm smile before getting started with the lesson.

finally it was lunch, you grabbed your belongings, about to walk away before remembering your plans for lunch. Lisa pushes you in front of her leading you all to the cafeteria. they all took a seat. no seat was left for you.

“there’s no more chairs” you murmured before unexpectedly being pulled down onto Taehyung’s lap, flustering you and painting your cheeks a rosy pink colour.

“you could take a seat here if you’d like.” Taehyung whispered in your ear. Jimin rolled his eyes at Taehyung’s act before pulling you off of Taehyung’s lap and onto his empty chair, stealing a chair from another table, he sat next to you. they all talked for a few minutes before getting up to get food.

“aren’t you coming ??” Jeongguk asked.

“no. im not hungry.” you smiled.

“okay.” he replied, running to catch up with the rest of the group, his soft hair bouncing up and down in the process.

minutes later they all returned with trays as you pulled out your water from your backpack.

it was hard to stay focused as different smells of food engulfed your senses but you powered through and wasn’t going to give up and make all your progress be worth nothing.

after they finished you all headed out to the field and laying down on the fresh grass.

“are you free after school Y/N ??” Namjoon asked.

“yeah. why ??”

“i don’t think anywhere here is good for taking pictures. it doesn’t really match my Instagram feed. so after school we could go to a nearby cafe and wait until nightfall, then walk around and find a good place for a photo shoot.”

“yeah. im totally up for that.”

“perfect.” Jennie replied.

you all spoke about school and shared things about each other’s past before the bell rang.

you all groaned before getting up and heading back to class, gaining a few glares from your past bullies you giggled and walked with your new friends.

after the boring class was over you all headed to the nearby cafe. pushing past the doors, the strong smell of coffee and pastries took over your senses making you fall into a daze before quickly snapping back into reality.

after ordering a black iced coffee you clutched onto your cold beverage and took a seat as the others joined you one by one with snacks and drinks. you dipped on your coffee quietly, avoiding the snacks.

“aren’t you going to have any Y/N ??” Jimin asked curiously.

“no. im not hungry.” you smiled sweetly.

“but you said that at lunch. come on, you have to eat something.” Jeongguk said.

“no. seriously it’s okay, im not hungry.”

“maybe you should at least have an apple to fuel yourself for all of the walking we will be doing.” Jeongguk said, throwing an apple at you. you bit into the apple reluctantly as you all waited until nightfall, meanwhile they all caught you up with the schools current drama situations.

you all left the cafe and walked around, keeping an eye out for a place that looked perfect for a mini photoshoot.

“there looks cute” you said, pointing at a convince store. “the lighting looks perfect, we can pose outside and have a shadow play picture.” Namjoon agreed so you all made your way over there. after taking a few pictures you walked around again, taking pictures anywhere that Namjoon agreed to.

“im so tired.” Lisa complained.

“same here.” you replied.

“let’s call a cab and go home.” Jennie suggested. we all nodded in agreement as Jennie called a cab to pick us up. before you left the cab you exchanged numbers with them all and they added you to their group chat.

once you arrived home, walked into your bedroom falling onto your bed, sleep fighting to take over your body. you forced yourself up to get ready for the night.

you laid down and let your thoughts take you from reality. your finally everything you’ve ever wanted to be. all of your hard work during the summer paid off. you lost so much weight, you might even have a chance with Taehyung of all people. you were skinny. you had clear skin. you looked elegant in your school uniform. you had had long thick hair. you had dainty hands and small wrists. your collar bones could hold water and your ribs stuck out. your hip bones protruded and your thighs were thin and elongated. your jawline was sharp and your neck was thin. you were finally perfect. and you didn’t ever want to be anything else.

#thin #thinspo #thinspiration #thinspoimagine #skinny #school #perfection #anorexia #bulimia #eatingdisorder #eatingdisorders #ana #mia #theperfectbody

stay safe lovelies xx

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hornsbeforehalos · 5 years

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Feel Like a Woman

Pairing: Sam Winchester x OFC Warning: Smut, Bad body image, bad self image, THIN/PETITE OFC, Dean being an accidental asshole. A/N: This is the first of anything that I've written in months, much less completed. I'm proud of myself, even if it sucks. Some of this may be triggering to some people. I mean no offense to anyone. This is something that I've been thinking of writing for a long time but never found the right words to convey how I feel about myself. It's been bad again recently and so this is how I deal with it. :) I do not own Supernatural or any of it's characters. I just play with them. Do not steal my work, I will find you.

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“God damn, Bob, why you gotta have such a bony ass?” Dean complained, maneuvering Marley from one thigh to his other with a huff, “I swear you would think you don’t eat or something.”

“You know for as many women as I’ve seen you with, you sure do complain about having one on your lap a lot.” Marley replied with a roll of her eyes, wrapping her arms around him and giving him a flirty smile before scanning the room again, waiting for the vampire to make himself be known. They’d been there for hours and had come up with nothing.

“I wouldn’t be complaining if the woman on my lap actually felt like a woman.” He snorted, shifting her again uncomfortably. Her head was turned in a way so he didn’t see her face fall at his comment.

“Come on,” She sighed as she removed herself from his lap, tired of hearing his derogatory comments, “There’s nothing going to happen tonight. Let’s just go home.”

She’d heard the comments all her life ‘Eat a cheeseburger,’ ‘You’re so skinny,’ ‘You look like a child,’ ‘You must be anorexic’ and everything else that someone can say to someone who was naturally built the way she was. Marley was thin, but not sickly so, but enough to where her collar bones and hips were easily visible, and if she was laying down, she could even count her ribs. She’d tried every single diet and exercise possible, but no matter how many calories she took in, the scale stayed the same. Just over a hundred pounds. Even less when stress took her appetite away like it so often did with her line of work.

Despite her size, Marley’d always been a great hunter, most people and monsters underestimated her and she used that to her advantage to bring them down. Still, her confidence in her ability to hunt had nothing to do with her confidence when her clothes were off. She would scroll through the internet and magazines and see all the beautiful women who littered the pages, their coke-bottle shaped figures praised and lusted after, the headlines, ‘Real men like meat, only dogs like bones.’ cutting her insides bit by bit.

“Jesus, Mar, you cleaning out the pantries or something?” Sam chuckled as he walked into the bunker kitchen to see her sitting at the table with various calorie-riddled foods and drinks in front of her, her face stuffed to max capacity as she chewed.

“New diet.” She mumbled before taking another bite of what seemed to be a peanut butter-banana sandwich that was coated in some other thick substance.

“Another one? What’s going on with you?” Sam let a concern look cross his face as he approached her, “Ever since you and Dean got back from that case, you’ve been on a rampage with the food stuff.”

Shrugging, Marley brushed the crumbs off of her hands after stuffing the last morsel past her lips and stood up, going to the fridge to pull out another high-calorie drink. Sam gave her a look, and took the bottle from her hands as she sighed and leaned against the door of the refrigerator.

“What’s going on? Seriously.”

“Nothing, I’m just trying to put on some weight. No big deal.” She huffed, snatching the bottle back from Sam and returning to her spot at the table.

“No big deal? You’ve literally been eating us out of house and home for the past month!” Sam rebutted, gesturing to the table of littered wrappers and bottles with his hands, “This is getting ridiculous.”

“So? What difference does it make to you? I replace the food I eat and make sure that you and Dean have plenty!” She seethed back, tears springing forward to her lids as she tried to fight them back. The moisture wasn’t lost on Sam, and his expression changed from one level of concern to another as he bent down onto his knee in front of her chair, meeting her at eye level.

“You gonna tell me?” He asked seriously, giving her one final chance to explain herself.

Marley sighed, defeated, as a single drop of wetness trailed down her cheek, “Look, I just want to gain a little weight. I’m tired of-”

Her explanation was interrupted as Dean marched into the kitchen, his eyes bulging at the sight before him, “Jeeeezus what in the hell happened in her here?”

“New diet,” Sam explained, gesturing again to the table, “She’s determined to gain weight or something.”

Nodding his head, Dean opened the fridge door himself “Makes sense. I mean don’t get me wrong, you’re gorgeous now, sweetheart, but with a little extra cushion,” he wiggled his eyebrows playfully, “You’d be irresistible.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Marley glared at Sam while standing up and slamming the chair back into the table, “You want your reason? There it fuckin’ is.”

He’d been banging on her door for thirty minutes to no avail. No matter what he did, what he said, she wouldn't open up.

“She still got that stick up her ass?” Dean casually commented as he walked by, eating a bowl of cereal.

Sam huffed, frustrated, before turning to glare at his brother, who was stopped in his tracks by the daggers being shot at him.

“This is all your fault, Dean! If you would watch what the fuck you say to people, and not be such an ass all the damn time, she wouldn’t feel like she has to change her self to be something she’s not!” Sam fumed, getting in Deans face and making even him back up against the wall and drop his bowl.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean questioned, confused and slightly irritated that he was getting berated by his brother.

“You’re always teasing her about her weight! You think she likes hearing how she looks like a fuckin’ child every time she turns around? For God’s sake, did you even think before you said what you said to her in the kitchen?” Sam snarled, pushing him further into the wall before stepping away and going back to knocking on her door, “Please, just let me in.”

A faint “Go away!” could be heard from inside the room as Sam slumped against the door with a defeated sigh.

Dean joined Sam, rapping on the door gently as he leaned his forehead against it, “Look, Bob, I’m sorry, okay? You know I didn’t mean it. I was only joking.”

It took about three seconds before the door came swinging open, both Sam and Dean almost falling as it did. The two brothers were met with a pair of eyes that were filled with hatred and loathing, causing them to both flinch.

“Joking? Oh, that makes it all better!” She started, stepping into Dean’s space and bowing her chest out against his, “You know, Dean, Sam is too nice to say something, but you yourself have been putting on some weight, have you noticed? I mean, you’re still handsome now, but twenty more pounds and you’d be fat as fuck”

Dean’s mouth dropped open, his eyes widening in shock at her tone and words, unable to say anything though before she continued, “Let me just go tell Donna, or Jody, or any of the other women we know who are shaped like ‘actual women,’ as you put it, and call them fat, huh? But it’s okay, right? Because it would just be a joke!”

Tears streamed down her cheeks once more as Dean found himself pushed against the wall again, this time by the tiny little girl who he knew could put him on his ass if she chose to. He didn’t even try to say anything else, just swallowed thickly and allowed her to get her rage out. He deserved it, he knew, and he couldn’t even bring himself to apologize. Marley’s wet eyes shot daggers into his heart, breaking it with his own shame, before she turned on her heels and stomped back into the shadows of her room and slammed the door.

Sam didn’t even know what to say, especially to his brother, who bore a look on his face that Sam hadn’t seen since before their father died. Dean just walked down the hallway in silence, his head down in embarrassment.

He turned back to the door once Dean had disappeared around the corner, sinking down onto the floor to sit cross-legged in front of it with his forehead pressed against the wood.

“You know he’s an idiot, Mar” Sam started, determined to get her to change her mind, “You’re beautiful just the way you are.”

Although he was met with silence, he continued on, “You’re one of the greatest hunters we’ve ever worked with. You’re strong, smart, funny... sexy.”

“Stop, Sam,” She murmured from her side of the barrier, “You don’t have to lie to me to make me feel better.”

“I’m not lying,” Sam frowned, raising his hand to place it on the door, “You know you’re all of that and more.”

“I know I am a good hunter, Sam. I know I am intelligent. But those things do not make you attractive on the outside. No respectable man wants to be with someone who looks like a little girl.”

Sam smirked, breathing out a chuckle as he shook his head, “Then I guess I’m not a respectable man.”

Marley opened the door slowly, confused and surprised by what she’d heard. She looked down at Sam, still seated on the floor in front of her, and questioned, “What did you say?”

Sam got to his feet, a small, innocent smile on his face as he gazed down at her, and repeated, “I guess I’m not a respectable man.”

“Stop lying, Sam.” She sighed, turning back into her room, but not slamming the door in his face like Sam had expected. He followed her in, closing the door and leaning against it as he watched her collapse on her bed, her head in her hands.

“How often have you seen me lie, Marley? Especially to my friends?” Sam asked, pushing himself front he door to step towards her.

“You lied to your brother just last week, Sam,” Marley snorted, cocking an eyebrow at him as we kneeled down in front of her, “So don’t try to give me that shit.”

Sam rolled his eyes playfully, his hands coming to rest on her thighs as he licked his lips, the action making Marley’s heart beat faster. She let her own smirk crossed her face, even as her skin heated with nervousness at the closeness.

She’d flirted with Sam, sure, the same way she flirted with Dean. They’d even had a few ‘under cover’ cases which required them to seem more than friends, but they’d never been so close in private.

She’d always harbored a small crush for the man, but figured it was best to keep that to herself- out of fear of rejection and making things awkward- but here they were.

They stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments, before Sam suddenly wove one of his hands into her hair, the other going to cup her chin, and pulled her mouth onto his.

As cliche as it seems, fireworks really did ignite behind her eyelids as she sealed them shut and let her be over taken by the kiss. Heat seared through Marley’s body as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders at the same time he did so to her waist, his jaw moving with hers as they opened their mouths to explore each other more. Her legs circled his back as she pulled him to her, deepening the kiss as he moved over her, encasing her with his large form as he lay her back on the bed, lifting her up swiftly and easily and crawling across the sheets to fully take advantage of the situation.

Sam’s lips moved to her ear, lightly nibbling on the soft flesh of her lobe before he whispered sweetly, “I will show you how sexy you are.”

A sob almost managed to find it’s way out of Marley’s mouth at the sound of his words, but she was easily distracted by the way his lips cursed her skin. He moved to her throat at the same time his hands made their way to her breasts, kneading them through the thin material of her shirt. He groaned into her flesh at finding her bra-less, instinctively grinding his denim covered hips into the warmth of her sweatpants.

He explored the nape of her neck with ever-growing hunger, her skin growing salty as his gentle kisses and licks turned to nibbles and cautious bites as they ground against each other. His fingers found the edge of her shirt, his eyes seeking permission to remove it, which she eagerly granted. Marley took the chance as soon as the garment was removed from her to do the same to him, admiring the way his muscles contracted as he sat back on his haunches to take in her form spread out for him on the mattress. She was breathing heavy, sweat starting to make her skin glitter in the low light as she gazed up at him, waiting for his next move.

Sam’s huge, dangerous hands encased her hips, the both of them nearly wrapping around her tiny rib cage, the sight making Sam bite his lip in lust.

“I want to kiss every single inch of you,” Sam rasped, his eyes twinkling with desire as he quickly moved to cover her once again with his powerful figure. This time his tongue found Marley’s taunt nipple, his teeth nipping at the pink flesh as he rolled it between his lips. Marley keened in response, her own fingers threading through Sam’s hair and pulling tenderly, earning her a soft growl from him in return.

His mouth moved from one breast to the other, ravishing Marley completely as those hands of his made way to work her bottoms off of her. Her own fingers found the button of his jeans, popping it open before undoing the fly and pushing them down as far as she could before he took control and wiggled them the rest of the way down. He ground his thick, boxer covered erection against her already dampened panties the moment they were free of the restricting clothing, each of them letting out hungry groans and moans at the feel of being so close.

As his lips returned to their journey south, he continued to pull the bowstring that was Marley’s nerves tighter and tighter as he neared the spot she wanted his tongue the most. Sam grinned against her hot flesh as he heard her whimper, taking great pride in the way her body was responding to his touch. He let his teeth find the sharp angle of her hipbone, another growl emitting from him as he listened to her mewl. Marley rolled her hips upward, her soaking panties rubbing against his chest before he took hold of them and forced them back down to the sheets.

“Bad girl,” he tutted, his lips red and swollen from his assault on her burning flesh as he shook his head at her. He looped his fingers through the sides of her panties, pulling them past her aching heat, giving him just enough room to taste her for the first time.

Marley’s entire body arched off the bed like she was possessed. The relief of finally feeling his tongue push against her clit enough to make her cry out a lot louder than what she’d anticipated. Her skin flushed as he sucked on her, her fingers moving from the place they’d embedded themselves in his hair to his shoulders, her nails digging and scratching as he at her whole.

The soft, wet muscle of Sam’s tongue met the salty, sweet taste of her over and over again, the growl’s of his pleasure sending vibrations straight to Marley’s soul. It wasn’t long before the bowstring finally snapped, and ecstasy flooded through her with such a force that the breath was knocked out of her. Marley gasped for air as he continued to ravish her, her nails drawing blood to the surface of Sam’s shoulders and neck.

When she was shuddering from the shock of her orgasm was when Sam finally let his ministrations subside. Marley slumped back onto the sheets in recovery as he pulled her panties the rest of the way down her legs before shedding his boxers. She lazily opened her eyes to see him gripping his massive cock between her spread thighs, the tip already leaking with his unmanageable need for her.

The hand that wasn’t gripping himself found her weeping folds, his thick fingers pushing into her smoothly, erupting another volcano of sounds from her throat.

“Need you, now, Mar,” Sam whispered, thrusting his fingers in and out of her swiftly to make her ready for him, “Need to be inside you.”

“Fuck, Sam,” She whimpered back to him, instinctively spreading her thighs more for him. Her hands found her breasts as she tweaked her own nipples, waiting, wanting more than ever for him to take her and make her feel like the woman he claimed her to be.

After a few more thrusts of his hand, Sam removed his fingers and replaced it with his dick, plunging into her swiftly and purposely, enjoying the deep intake of air from Marley as her thighs squeezed him yet again, forcing him as deep as he could go.

“You sure do feel like a woman,” Sam groaned as their hips met each other, the tightness encasing him pulling an unsolicited moan from his lips, which he quickly forced onto her own mouth.

He pulled out of her wetness slowly before pushing back in, over and over again as he felt her body tighten and grind against his own until she let out a sudden scream, her insides squeezing his cock as her fluids flooded around him.

“God damn, Mar,” Sam sighed, his eyes sealing shut as he steadied himself against the pulses of her body as she came down. He pulled out gently before rolling them over, positioning her on top of him and guiding her to sink back down his length.

“So big,” Marley breathed, feeling the fullest she’d ever felt in her life as her fingernails dug into the skin of his chest. His wide palms found her breasts again, kneading and teasing her nipples until she mewled for him. The sight of her riding him was one of the prettiest visions he’d ever seen, the way her hips fluidly rocked back and forth, her lips parted and eyes shut, driving him absolutely mad.

He let his hands grip the sides of her rib cage, his fingertips almost meeting as they encased her small frame. He bucked his hips up into her, thrusting even deeper than before, exciting a gasp from Marley’s lungs that lead into a loud moan.

“Fuck,” Sam growled, baring his teeth as he dug his fingers into her flesh, urging her ministrations to quicken until he couldn’t take it any more. He quickly flipped them again, leaning back on his haunches to wrap both of his hands around her ankles, caressing her skin upwards to the backs of her knees. Sam gripped her there, pushing her legs open and spreading her wide for him.

He sunk back inside her swiftly, unable to control his need for her anymore. He unleashed a barrage of deep, powerful thrusts into her supple body, reveling in the noises of pure pleasure that erupted from her as she came again.

He grunted, growled, and groaned as his own orgasm neared, his movements becoming stronger and harsher as he took her as hard as he could.

When he’d finally reached his limit, he quickly pulled out as fast as he could and pumped his cock with his hand until he spilled across her belly. Both Marley and Sam’s chests heaved as they caught their breaths.

“You are my definition of the perfect woman,” Sam breathed, exasperated from their tryst as he collapsed beside her on the bed, pulling the thin sheet up around their bodies before rolling on to his side.

Marley turned her head to face him, seeing the pure adoration and truth in his eyes. She smiled at him softly before rolling over herself, letting her hand find the curly hairs decorating his chest.

“I’m sorry my brother is such a dick,” Sam chuckled, earning a giggle from Marley as she shook her head and rolled her eyes, “He really was joking, you know how he is.”

“I know. It still bothers me though. He would never say anything like that to anyone else,” Marley replied with a sigh, her fingertips swirling around on his skin as she moved her eyes up to meet his, “It’s not right.”

Sam snaked his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him, her nose nuzzling into his neck as he hugged her tight. She could feel his heart beat and breathing, the rhythm of the two relaxing her as if it were a lullaby.

“He knows he messed up. You know he feels like shit.” Sam finally said, his own voice husky with tiredness. She nodded her head into him, conceding even though she was still slightly upset with the older brother. She exhaled deeply, ready for sleep to take over her. She’d forgive Dean in the morning.

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