*flies in like a bat out of hell* What about a fusion between all three? Idk if you watch SU but it's totally possible and makes for super powerful beings with extra limbs or senses. (Usually eyes tbh)
How I recognized comp het/coercive heteronormativity
I get a lot of asks about how to tease apart genuine attraction from compulsory heterosexuality/coercive heteronormativity and how I figured it out and all that and the sucky answer is that there’s no cut-and-dry test or yes or no way to figure it out. Ultimately, in the end, you’ll have to decide whether you feel genuine attraction for men or whether it’s been conditioned into you. That doesn’t mean your conclusion can’t change over time, but you have to make the call in the end. No one else can make it for you.
Statements I have that helped me (speaking from my own experience) conclude that I was experiencing compulsory heterosexuality and not genuine attraction to men that might resonate with you:
I like getting attention from men and being validated in my attractiveness, but the moment it goes from attention to an interaction (i.e. from flirting to asking out) I start panicking.
I’m constantly testing my attraction to men. I pick one or more conventionally attractive men in the room, and try to force myself to be attracted to them.
I like the idea of being with a man, but any time a man makes a move on me I get incredibly uncomfortable.
I like the idea of marrying a man/being in a relationship with a man, but I can always pick out a reason to not want to date any man that is interested in me or any man suggested to me. These reasons are sometimes reasonable, but often insignificant (i.e. “I don’t like guys who do their hair like that, he has a weird mole on his face, he’s too tall”).
I can fantasize about men and find men attractive, but thinking about realistically being with a man makes my stomach churn.
The guys I like always seem to be incredibly feminine or gay. (This never happened to me specifically, but it has happened to many friends).
Alternatively, the guys I like are always a hyper masculine man’s man who embodies everything about manliness.
The guys I like are always unattainable.
I get crushes on guys but they immediately disappear the moment they might like me back.
When I think about guys, I think about all the things that I could tolerate doing with them (dating, kissing, sex, marriage) but always in terms of what I could force myself to do, not what I want to do.
Being around guys that are interested in me gives me intense anxiety.
I like male celebrities, fictional men, and men in art, but never men in real life.
All of my fantasies around men are always with faceless, nameless men; the more realistic the fantasy and the more details about my partner I invent, the less excited and into the fantasy I become.
I want to marry a man, be a stay at home, have 2.5 kids and a dog named Spot, live in the suburbs, and have my kids play sports and paint. I have no idea why I want this, I can’t pick out anything about this goal that is appealing to me, but I want this to happen.
Your fantasies about men still somehow turn out to be a little gay. Maybe you’re penetrating him, you don’t have to look at his face/don’t want to look at his face (I had and still have this one big time), you want a threesome with another woman, he’s very feminine, etc. It might be a “straight fantasy” but you’ve altered it in a way straight people might not be totally interested in.
Your fantasies about men give you intense distress or anxiety. They could be intrusive thoughts, forms of self-harm, or otherwise.
You figure you’re attracted to men but don’t really have any evidence for it. (i.e. “I guess I’m attracted to men because I had a crush on Brian in 2nd grade. I don’t hate men and I have men who I am friends with and whose company I enjoy. Why wouldn’t I be attracted to men?”)
This by no means an exhaustive list of how compulsive heterosexuality/coercive heteronormativity affects people, and there are plenty of people who are genuinely attracted to men who may relate and identify with one or more of these bullet points. However, if you relate to or identify with a lot of these things, I’d say it’s worth an investigation into why so many of these things resonate with you. Is it because you have a specific taste in men or because society has conditioned you to want this? Is it because you have bad experiences with men related to trauma or because these kinds of desires have been ingrained into you? I can’t answer those questions for you, and it will probably take some soul-searching but these are things I noticed for myself that indicated to me I wasn’t experiencing genuine attraction to men.
If anyone else has any compulsory heterosexuality/coercive heteronormavitiy signs they’d like to share, feel free!
A/N: Bucky is tired and needy and just wants to cuddle. (who. fuckin’. wouldn’t?!)
If there was ever something more adorable than Bucky being tired or in any way not feeling well, you’d never seen it. Now, the serum made sure he was never not feeling well, but it didn’t help exhaustion after a week long mission with only 2 hours of sleep a day.
This is why he came stumbling into your floor, somehow overriding every security protocol with his left over spy-skills, calling out your name at two in the morning.
For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the
bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you
think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉
Summary: Negan has been
stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)
Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing,
Negan & You
Living at the sanctuary was usually great.
Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few
ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life
was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the
Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very
sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and
well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.
I’ve been feeling a bit down recently so I figured I’d try and do some fluff ones this time as a way of cheering myself up. I did NSFW ones last time if you wanna check them out. Forgive me if these seem a bit flat. Emotionally the past few days haven’t been the best for me and I feel like that might come off as gloominess in my writing.
•Given he’s at least a foot taller than your average human. He would always have to bend down to kiss you.
•Sometimes you’d wake up to see a creepy little smiley face drawn into the frost on your window. Meaning he’d dropped by last night to check on you. Just his little way of reminding you he’s always watching out for you.
On days where you feel nervous or anxious you’d notice a familiar looking off-white and red bird following you around.
•If you’d had a bad day you would head straight to the Neibolt house. You’d always want to be near him when you’re feeling depressed but not really wanting to talk a lot. Hearing you so quiet would worry him and he would always try to make you crack a smile or laugh.
•You’d explain different Halloween traditions to him excitedly because it’s the one day of the year you could go out as a couple in public. And his first reaction is “So you’re telling me kiddies just walk right up to your door, looking for a scare. Well, thats fucking great. Easy feed right there.” “Umm, I think you’re missing the point.”
•You’d get a very dramatic eye roll when you did show up on Halloween wearing your best attempt at his costume and makeup with a pile of red balloons.
•sassing him and him glaring at you when you do do that.
•“I can’t believe that stupid fucking kid called my house a crack house”. “Yeah, I know. Don’t worry tho, I like your crack house.”
•Both of you sitting on the porch of the Neibolt house when a storm is rolling in. Talking about whatever was on your mind. You’d have your legs splayed out underneath you and an arm outstretched into the rain, enjoying the familiar smell it brings.
•You’d tell him you don’t mind the sewers at all. Its the people up top that scare you more.
•Telling him you want to spend the whole summer with him.
•Carrying one of his little bells around as a good luck charm.
•Doing your best to copy his maniacal clown laugh.
•Because you keep tripping or walking into things down in the dark sewers, you decide to set up some candles down there so you can see better. Pennywise isn’t too impressed now that his liar os scented and has mood lighting.
•Because your starting to spend more and more time down in the Neibolt house with him you end up moving some go your belongings there. Books, cassette tapes, maybe a favorite pillow. You accidentally left your sketchbook there once, only for him to find a few drawings of him inside. You, of course, would be embarrassed. But he would find it endearing and make you beg him to give the book back while he held it above you, just out of your reach.
•He’d pick you up and spin you around at random moments.
•When you were younger you got beat up a lot, Derry isn’t a very open-minded place. You eventually gain the reputation of being the girl you do not fuck with. Even before you knew Pennywise had his eye on you, bad things always seemed to happen to the people who mess with you. It was only later you figured out it was him. Your his precious, little human and no one is allowed to hurt you.
•There was one time on your way home a bunch of girls from school got the jump on you. One of them grabs onto your long hair, yanking it to keep you from running away. The self-proclaimed leader of the group starts kneeing you in the gut, while the rest chant insults at you. You fall to the ground which causes the tension on your scale to only get worst. Out of instinct, you’d try your best to curl up and use your arms to cover your head in order to block some of the blows. Despite your best efforts most of them would still hit their mark. Pennywise would come crawling out of the sewer at lightning speed, fangs fully exposed, causing your attackers to scatter. He managed to grab the girl that was kicking you by her neck, lifting her and making the most inhuman snarling noise. His mouth hanging open, teeth fully splayed and drool flooding past his lips. You’d never seen him look so terrifying. After that, he’d take you straight back down to the sewers. He’d feel bad seeing you sniffling back tears and whipping the blood from your busted lip onto your sleeve. He tries to comfort you by telling you he’d pick them off slowly, one by one so they knew what was coming before hugging you tightly. He wouldn’t let you leave the sewers for the next due to him being overly worried about you.
•He’d really like holding your hand. He thinks its really cute that your hand is so much smaller than his and that he basically wrap your hand up in his.
•If you’re doing something like reading where you sitting still than he’d constantly be sitting you in his lap. Because he’s so much taller than you, he would be able to rest his head on top of yours and just look down at whatever it is you’re doing.
•The first time he saw you cry, he would feel a bit awkward and not really know what to do. Eventually, he gets the hang of it tho. He’d pick you up and pull you on his lap. Wrapping his long arms around your smaller frame, rocking you back and forth and nuzzling his face against the side of yours until you calmed down and started breathing normally again. Pennywise doesn’t have a real physical heart. He would be fascinated by the sound of your heart beating. Similar to how he can smell when someone near him is afraid, he might be able to pick up when someone around him has an erratic, panicked heartbeat ( maybe our adrenaline causes something in him to react ). But he’s never just heard the steady, rhythmic thumping of a regular heartbeat. That small little organ, the thing that he generally eats is the reason you’re his. He would probably try and get either his head or his hand near your chest when you’re asleep so he can feel or hear it beating
yooo but don't imagine Viktor and Yuuri being old together and can barely set foot on ice but they still dance together and eat out together and massage each other's feet and tease Yurio (who's like 60) and still show off their wedding rings and despite everything that's happened Yuuri always seems to surprise Viktor and Viktor always meets Yuuri where he is
dead chicken jokes are old and unfunny now, pls drop it. don’t send me any more asks about it. it was funny at first to joke about shoma having no fashion sense but it’s gotten to the point where there’s more focus on his costumes than his skating. i honestly don’t care what he wears at worlds, i just want him to skate well. i don’t agree with all his decisions but at least i can recognize he’s his own person and can make his own decisions.
also this twitter thread sums up my feelings about the skating fandom’s recent tendency to treat shoma like a little kid. it’s a good read and i recommend it for everyone. i have personally called myself his “mom” before and i think this has exacerbated the problem, and i will try to avoid this kind of vocabulary in the future. in my case, i feel protective of him because i have literally watched him since he was 12, and have followed his journey for the past 6 years. i am also some years older than him. it may be hard sometimes for me to believe he’s grown up, but the fact is that he is 19 now, a legal adult in most of the world, and should be treated as such. the fact that he looks young is no excuse to still talk about him like he’s 10 (and tbh, even if he WERE 10, that’s still no excuse to be creepy). basically just…stop infantilizing shoma. watch how you speak. remember skaters are actual people and not a collection of tropes to blow out of proportion.
this has been a PSA
ETA: i feel like i need to clarify this, it’s not that calling shoma or other skaters a “bb” or “my child” is terrible on its own, but especially in shoma’s case it feeds into this perception of him as an actual child who doesn’t know what he’s doing and can’t make his own decisions. calling him “smol” and focusing on his height also feeds into it. take the costume thing for example, i thought loco 2 was ugly to the point it was distracting from his program, and since there was a feedback option on his website i decided to send him a polite message to consider keeping the old costume. somehow “dead chicken” got blown so out of proportion that as late as last week i was deleting asks about it from my inbox. like half the periscope comments on shoma’s CDP videos were about his damn costumes. the joke turned from “lol shoma has no fashion sense” to “LOL SHOMA IS DUMB AND CAN’T MAKE DECISIONS”. there’s been a rather alarming shift from appreciating shoma as both a dedicated athlete and dorky guy off-ice to simply talking about him as a “smol confused child”. i’ve seen tweets and posts that go way too far.
i am guilty of starting some of this/unintentionally making it worse. but i feel like this kind of behavior is starting to cross the line and i’m tired of seeing it for the past few months. i am not accusing everyone, i would just like people to examine what they say and do. i will examine and check my own words as well. it should not be that hard to know when you’re just being affectionate and when you cross the line into creepy and offensive.
and ftr, none of us actually know shoma. we don’t get to see inside his head or know what happens in his day-to-day training or why exactly he makes the decisions he does. we can speculate all we want but the fact is that we don’t know him and all we can really see of his personality is from interviews. he can indeed be spacey and a little weird. he’s also extremely mature and self-aware when it comes to many things, including his skating. it’d be really nice if we could focus on the latter point, as well.
I am but a passive observer. I do not interfere, I find joy just from watching people.
You moved into this house I dwell in about over a year ago. You came in, professional movers following behind you, eyes bright and cheeks high in a smile. You seemed like you were ready to wrestle a bear and win. You started barking orders to the movers where to put your furniture and which decoration goes where. I watched from the shadows, despite having the ability to appear invisible to human eyes (hiding in the shadows uses less energy for me), and studied all the new stuff you brought in with you. What they were made of, estimating their age, and how much heart was put into making said object, I saw them all.
It would appear that you moved alone, for I saw no one else moving in with you. Your first house, congratulations. I am glad that you chose this old little house; I tried to keep it well-maintained while no one was living in it. You started your early days in this house with a lot of vigor and passion, you were so ready to make a future that you will be proud of, I heard you talk to yourself about your future plans and in silence, I wished you the best of luck.
(Still writers blocked. Here’s an old story I’ve never posted before, it’s good but I always felt like it deserved a second part and could never come up with one. It works as a one shot but it just could be… y’know?) Eighth Year fic, 3K word count.
“Welcome to detention, lads,” Ruz Yarrow, their new Potions professor, said with a pleasant smile and a lovely Scottish lilt.
Draco kept his gaze locked on his hands in his lap. Harry bit his lip nervously. Professor Yarrow didn’t give detentions out often and they were rumored to the worst. Only no one would say what happened in them, and a bunch of kids with active imaginations only conjured the worst possible scenarios. It was all a little unsettling.
Professor Yarrow had that way about her. She was only five foot five and slight as a wisp, with curly brown hair that was almost always tied back, brown skin and eyes; and yet she was always a bit unnerving. It might have had something to do with the way she always seemed to be smiling like something delightfully awful was just about to happen. She was a very good teacher but took an inordinate amount of glee out of cauldron explosions. Sometimes she even caused them herself, as teaching examples. It was most of the student body’s opinion that the new Potions Professor had a very strange personality indeed.
Professor Yarrow circled around behind them, “See those cauldrons?” she stopped between their shoulders and pointed to the stack of cauldrons reaching the ceiling, stinking of sulfur and dragon liver.
They both nodded and relaxed just a touch, scrubbing cauldrons wasn’t that bad, it was sort of what was expected in a detention.
“Good,” Yarrow went on, “Keep them in mind now, y'hear? During this detention the two of y'are gonna play-” she paused, apparently for effect, “-a compliment game.”
“A what?!” They both blurted, turning around to stare up at her.
Professor Yarrow smiled that gentle unnerving smile of hers, as she walked around back in front of them, “Y'heard me. It’s simple, y'ken. Just take turns give'n each other compliments. If'n y'can’t, or y'say somethin’ a bit rude or cruel, y’ll washs a cauldron wit a dollop of elbow grease, while the rest of us watches you wit scorn and maybe mockery for bein’ a right silly bugger.”
Harry and Draco looked at each other with apprehension.
I Never Wish To Be Parted From You From This Day On.
He’d been trying to write all day. He’d woken up motivated, or anxious, or both. You see he knew he had deadlines, knew “time off” was never meant literally, knew being home meant getting work done at home and now? Now he knew that getting work done at home was near impossible when his family were staying with him. Don’t get me wrong, he loves his family more than anything, when asked about what he does in his free time his answer is almost always about how he likes being home with his family. However being home with his family does have it’s downsides. Like how the mothers meetings that happen in his living room always seem to end up being about which one of them has an eligible daughter for him to settle down with or how he can never just get a quiet moment to himself. Yes, he adores his family, but sometime he just needs a minute alone and that wasn’t looking likely in his house full of voices. So he picked up his brown journal, a pen and his car keys, left his mother a fleeting kiss on the cheek and went to look for any quiet place he could find.
I guess that’s how he ended up here. This small coffee shop that smells like pine wood and has plant pots hanging from the ceiling. He thinks it’s called The Hideaway, only briefly catching a glimpse of the sign before walking in, but he figures that would make sense considering he would’ve missed it had he not bumped into someone walking out. It’s busy, sure, but it’s coffee shop busy so almost everyone is on their own, reading or typing away on their Macbook writing what they think will be Hollywood’s next big screenplay. Those who are speaking are doing so with hushed voices and he can’t deny how good coffee sounds right now. He’d found quiet, now he just has to find a seat and when he does it’s in the form of an armchair by the window opposite a girl sitting with her back against one arm rest, her legs dangled over the other and a book covering her face.
“Hey, is this seat taken?”
It’s muffled over the music in her headphones but she still catches it, not enough to really make out what’s being asked but coupled with the change in lighting coming from in front of her it’s enough to know that the hazy words are probably being directed at her. It’s enough for her to take out a headphone and look up.
“This seat, is it taken?”
“Oh sorry, ye-no no it’s not you can sit there.”
She fumbling over her words and pushing her hair from out of her face to behind her ear and he’s got a lazy half smile on his face because he thinks she’s cute.
“Thanks, I’m Harry by the way”
“It’s nice to meet you Harry”
She’s smiling at him and it almost makes him skip over how she doesn’t tell him her name, thinks maybe she’s weary of strangers but he can see it. It’s written on the side of her coffee cup and it’s pretty, a pretty name for a pretty girl.
They’re quiet for the most part, occasionally he’ll sip his coffee or she’ll giggle at something she’s read, but really they’re just sitting in comfortable silence. He keeps catching himself staring at her, fascinated at how she doesn’t even notice. He watches her as she reacts to this fictional world she’s so immersed in but what he doesn’t notice is how he smiles when she smiles or how his eyebrows furrow as she pouts when she gets to a particularly upsetting part or how he’ll look away and start writing again whenever she looks sad. He doesn’t notice when she’s staring at him either, doesn’t notice how she finished her book about 10 minutes ago and how she’s been been watching him with curious eyes as he writes in his half full diary.
“What are you writing about?” It shocks him, neither of them had said anything since he’d introduced himself. His head shot up at the sound of her voice but he relaxes when his eyes catch hers. “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.”
“It’s alright, just didn’t realise you’d finished reading. It’s just some poems, by the way, and a few songs. S’nothing special.”
“Could I read one?”
“Nosy little thing aren’t you?”
She’s blushing now and his smile is back.
“Sorry. You don’t have to show me. I just like to read is all.”
“I never said it was a bad thing poppet, what book were you reading anyhow?”
The pet name throws her off a bit, not expecting it but also liking how it sounded coming from him.
“Pride and Prejudice. Have you read it?”
“No, can’t say I have. Seen the film though.”
“Oh the book is so much better. Yes the movie has Colin Firth but the book…”
She’s sat up in her chair now with her legs crossed and Harry has a grin on his face because, sure, he didn’t ask for an in depth review of the novel but hearing the excitement in her voice as she talks about it and seeing how she smiled when she recalls how Mr Darcy was ‘so arrogant but being in love with Lizzie changed him’ had him feeling as though she could tell him about any and every classic novel there is and he wouldn’t mind as long as she did it with that smile on her face.
He’s not sure how long they talked for or really what they talked about, all their conversations seemed to seamlessly stream into one. Her love of Pride and Prejudice became her love of books, which became about their favourite books, which became about their favourite movies and that became about how he’s in a movie now and so on and so forth. Now they’re here, back in comfortable silence, they’d talked for so long he swears on lookers would’ve seen them as old friends. It takes him a minute but he notices how dark it’s gotten and how the baristas are putting coloured stools up on tables and it has him checking the time. It’s 9:30pm and unfortunately for him he has three missed calls from him mother which surprises him because he didn’t even notice his phone ringing.
“Looks like they’re closing, poppet.”
“Hmm? Oh!” She looks around, noticing everything he has, before checking her phone for the time and he notes how she was also oblivious to her surroundings. “Is it really that late?”
“Yeah, we should probably get going.”
They walk out together, stopping when they get outside. Staring at each other momentarily before he breaks the silence.
“I’m this way.”
“I’m that way.”
He can’t deny the pang of disappointment in his chest when she says she’s going in the opposite direction to him, he can’t help but wonder if she felt it too and from the look on her face and how she’s pushing hair behind her ear again, he thinks she does.
“Okay well I’ll see you around then?”
“Yeah, see you around love.”
He watches her walk away with a soft smile on his face. He really hopes he sees her again.
I wrote this for mainly two people @silhouetted-beauty and my best friend Ti. But I hope that I make a lot of girls happy with this one<3
“I hate him so much!” You complained flopping down on your
back, your sheets ruffling and flaring up around your body some corners draping
on your limbs as you looked up at the ceiling frowning.
“No, you don’t, you secretly wish he’d come in there and whisper
to you in his deep voice.” Your friend Destiny teased you with a small snicker
she could just imagine how red your face was getting from becoming flustered by
“HEY! Whose side are you on?!?” You whined softly as you
shut your eyes slamming one of your fists down on the bed.
“I’m on your side! Unless Hoseok puts you there first.” She
was howling in laughter at how you sputtered on the phone, trying to find words
but coming up short of them.
“I’m hanging up.” You sighed softly rolling your eyes.
“Listen, hey y/n it’s not that bad. I know that you two have
your run ins but I’m pretty sure that you are going to be okay once you
actually take initiative to talk to him.” Destiny advised and you rolled your
“Talk to him? This is the same man that has random girls in
his room! And loud music all the time! He always people over! And he is so
arrogant like he all fine when he really isn’t!” You almost screamed throwing a
tantrum in your bed. Not knowing you were screaming that loud you heard a knock
on your door. You frowned wondering who was pounding on your door. You got up
slowly after telling Destiny to hold on, opening the door you see him. The
devil himself, Jung Hoseok. He leaned against your door with his hand eyeing
“What the fuck do you want?” You snarled glaring at him. He
gave a little smirk as he pointed towards his door which was two doors over
from across your room.
“Me and my girl are trying to get busy and we can’t fuck if
you’re being loud.” Hoseok muttered as he pushed himself off your door.
“You know what, fuck you. You don’t consider my feelings and
I won’t consider yours asshole.” You moved to slam the door in his face locking
it and walking back towards your bed laying on your stomach.
Hoseok couldn’t believe it. He could hear some of the guys
passing by laughing at him. He was so pissed off at how you treated him. Like
he was nothing when most of the girls were not hesitant to hop on his dick at
all. He could feel his face heating up, he was pissed and he would make you pay
oh yes. He stormed back towards his room shutting the door behind him taking
off his hoody to reveal his perfectly toned abs. He had heard you by pure luck,
you weren’t even that loud he just wanted to fuck with you a bit. He wouldn’t
have missed out on a chance at seeing your curvy body and smooth skin. You were
so beautiful, a brown cutie with brown eyes. He and his friends always thought
you stood out because you had melanin in you and he, himself wanted to be down
with the swirl but approaching you had never been easy. You were cocky for no
reason, sure you got good grades and perfect attendance. Sure, you could sing
and dance without a problem but no one ever got you, you turned everyone down
and he didn’t get why you felt you were above everyone else. You had a smart
mouth and he wanted to put it to work on his dick, the way you walked he could
tell not many got a chance to even press up against you. You made him sexually
frustrated and pissed off at the same time, treating him like he was beneath
“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to come
fuck me?” His ‘date’ for the evening asked. He came back to his senses smiling
at her as he unzipped his pants.
“Get on all fours baby and take your hair down from that
ponytail.” Hoseok commanded as he strolled to her but he was imagining it was
you. He wanted you to be on your knees for him, hands gripping the sheets as he
slammed into your tight wet pussy over and over again. He wanted to hear you
cry out his name as he fucked you raw and hard, making your knees dig into his
sheets. He wanted to pull your hair and slap your ass. He wanted to make you
call him daddy and beg for him to hit that same spot. He wanted to make you cum
and be a complete shaking mess under him right now just how he had this random
girl. But alas, tonight he couldn’t have you so he would just imagine until he
That night you lounged around your bed, going between being
pissed and stunned with what Hoseok said to you. How dare he come talk to you
like that and demand that you be quiet? Who did he think he was? It was
infuriating how some men worked and he was no better. You hated whoever thought
Co-Ed dorms were a great idea. But this was also Jung Hoseok and no matter what
he probably would still end up in the same building as you. Why did you hate
him? A few reasons. The main was because he was a fuckboy. He put his dick in
any and everything. You didn’t like the fact that everyone talked about him
like he was so great and amazing because he wasn’t anything. And you hated him
for more reasons, the way he rapped how he sang, how he walked around like he
owned the damn place and everyone. You had seen him a few times with a tank or
just plain shirtless playing soccer and he was fine. You were attracted to his
intellect, his personality, and his body. It was so bad that you couldn’t explain how
quick your fingers found your pussy or how you longed to feel him finger
fucking you ruthlessly against the bed instead of it being yourself. Your
muffled moans into the sheets as you bit onto the soft fabric making a drool
spot form from your lips. You were fed up with yourself, in no time you were
releasing calling out his name as your slick fingers drove against your spot,
your back arched and body locking up from the sweet sensation that crawled
through your bones. Sighing loudly, you slumped against the bed as your hips
snapped against your fingers calming down your high and instead replaced you
feeling empty and even more bitter to him now than you did.
The next few weeks went the same way, you saw him in class
and around lunch times and when you went back to your room. It was hell, it
seemed you were becoming much more frustrated with him now then what you were
doing the past few weeks. It was hard to ignore him when all you wanted to do
was to go up to him and demand that he fuck you, but for numerous of reasons
nothing could happen between you two. You knew Destiny would have a field day
and scream I told you so. You couldn’t let that happen.
Going to the gym always seemed to calm you down. You stepped
on the treadmill pulling down the soft cotton fabric of your tight leggings
that rested against your knees. You moved your tank around before placing the
beat earbuds in your ears turning the music up loud. You started to slowly jog
on the treadmill until you were able to increase the speed bit by bit. You
didn’t hear the door open, nor did you feel the gaze on you until it was too
late. Hoseok moved to stand on the treadmill beside you, looking you up and
down and staring at you so much you couldn’t help but feel it. Turning to look
at him, you growled rolling your eyes at him before facing forward again
increasing your speed until the jog was a bit faster. Hoseok, not liking that
you were ignoring him set the treadmill to match your speed running alongside
of you. It pissed you off that he was trying to keep up with you, so you
started to go faster. And from there it started a race on who could run faster,
and you couldn’t believe you were doing this. Breaking out into a full sprint,
your hands had to hold onto the treadmill to keep you from falling, you took
deep heavy breaths and your legs were turning into jelly as you tried to keep
up with Hoseok’s pace. You ticked up the speed until you were hitting a five flat
and tiring yourself out quickly. Hoseok chuckled because the pace wasn’t that
hard for him, but he listened to yours grunts and groans, you loud cry of pain
as your legs almost gave out. You turned the speed down until you were at a
walking speed, your hands pressing down on a bar as you tried to walk out the
stiffness in your legs everything burned. Sweat pooled on your forehead, it
moved down your face as your clothes clung to you. You didn’t know if you’d be
able to walk to your room but thankfully after you cooled down you stepped down
on the treadmill looking over as Hoseok used his headband to pull his hair back
from his face. You studied him, seeing the sweat drift down from his face to
his neck, his bronze skin. His plump lips that were becoming chapped. His shirt
was clinging to his body, his biceps popping out as he pressed his feet down
against the treadmill. You watched behind him, looking at his toned legs, his
firm ass that you would grab and hold as he pounded into you. You had to tell
yourself to leave before he caught you staring at him and you didn’t want to
hear the end of this. Sighing you went back to your room and showered for the
night falling asleep with your fingers buried in your heat like any other
A month had passed but you hadn’t been seeing Hoseok as much
and you guessed it had to do with the fact that the semester was winding down
and he was about to graduate college. You were about to be a senior, so you
should have been happy that you wouldn’t have to see him next semester but
instead it was replaced with sadness and you couldn’t believe that you wouldn’t
have his presence around. On top of that, your exams were ruthless and the
study guides were even worse. Someone also had filled all the washers with
clothes meaning you had to stay up late and wait for the openings. But after
twenty more minutes after waiting for a full hour you got tired of it and
decided to move the clothes yourself. Placing them in the dryer you smiled in
triumph, setting your clothes in and moving the settings to what you wanted it
to be. The door opened to the room as you were grabbing your wash basket and in
walked the person you had been having conflicts in your head with.
“Where. Are my clothes?” Hoseok asked shutting the shut
behind him. You froze before you straightened up leaning against the dryer.
“You didn’t come get your shit, be grateful I even put it in
the dryer.” You snapped at him grabbing your things once again to take it out
of the washroom. Hoseok growled and snatched your basket from you placing it up
above your head and eventually setting it on a high shelf that only he had an
advantage of reaching comfortably.”
“Well well little miss perfect thinks she can just move my
shit without asking? Sorry princess but life doesn’t work like that.” He spat
at you, and you hated it more that he was so much taller than you because you
felt as if he was scolding you for committing some act of treason.
“Excuse me!! You should have come and got your shit! It’s
been here for an hour and twenty minutes now!! Not my fucking fault you can’t
stop shoving your dicks in everything and take care of responsibility.” You
spat back at him feeling your anger rise so much that your fingers were
starting to dig into your clammy palms as your hands became fist.
“Maybe you should try having a dick shoved in you. Maybe you
wouldn’t be such a stuck-up bitch.” Hoseok insulted you to your face. The words
he uttered to you stung and they hurt, without thinking you raised your hand up
ready to slap him, but to your dismay it didn’t work like that at all. Hoseok
grabbed your left wrist as you brought your hand up and spun you around until
your front was pressing against the dryer that you had thrown all his clothes
in. He gripped at both of your wrist pinning them behind you with one hand
letting the other grip your chin and force you to look at him.
“Who do you think you are? Like you could really fucking
reach me.” He kept insulting you, his brown eyes bearing into yours with anger
and something else you wished you weren’t seeing.
“You can go choke on a dick. Because I’m pretty sure
somebody loves making you their bitch.” You snarled in a sweet voice. Hoseok
looked as if he was ready to commit a murder. His pupils dilated and his nose
flared as he dug his nails into your hips.
“Oh yeah?” He asked moving his hand from your wrist to grip
at your hair pushing your head against the dryer. His other large hand moved
from yours hips to rub your ass before he gave it two slaps on your right cheek
through your pajama bottoms. “Well guess whose bitch you’re about to become.”
Hoseok taunted as he slapped your ass again watching your body wiggle and your
skin heat as you tried to move from him. “That’s right baby by all means fight
me.” He groaned pressing against you. “Because the harder you fight.. The.
Harder. I. Fuck.” He snapped his hips against yours with every word he spoke
making your clothed ass bounce back against his hips lightly. He pulled back to
look down at your body, seeing his half erect member poking through your plump
ass cheeks he shook his head. “You need to be punished for being so damn fine.
Let’s see if you can be a good girl for me.” Hoseok smiled grabbing at the hems
of your shorts.
You were going between wanting him and not wanting him, you
didn’t know which side was winning. But saying he didn’t turn you on was a big
ass lie because you knew he did without a doubt, but you were in public and
anyone could come in at any time to wash and you would be screwed.
“We are in public!” You reminded him as he yanked your pj
bottoms down as well as your panties to your knees. You gasped as he exposed
your skin, he smirked when he saw the blooming red hand print that was forming
on your right cheek from his hit.
“Someone scared of a little danger? I guess you will have to
keep quiet then if you don’t want anyone to know that prime fuck daddy is
making you cum.” He leaned down biting into your left ass cheek causing you to
jump and your hips to bite into the dryer. You pushed your hips back thrashing
wildly, trying to slap the fuck out of him because of what he was saying and
how he was acting.
“I don’t want you Hoseok! Let me go- “You choked back a gasp
as you felt his slender finger into you. You paused, your mouth hanging open as
he buried his finger to the knuckle and then deeper than that.
“Hmm?” Hoseok teased. “You were saying what?” He asked you
circling his finger around inside of your wet pussy. He was amazed at how wet
you were but he was far from complaining. He knew you had checked him out and
it was confirmed by his friends as well that you looked him up and down but to
be in this moment and finally have something he wanted, oh yes, he was going to
milk you and make sure you never forgot who he was. “I said speak!” He ordered
taking his long slender finger out of you to slap across your right ass cheek
on the same spot to make the place sore and red again. “So, now you can’t
speak?” He asked you as he rubbed your wet juices around your left ass cheek.
He gave you four licks watching as your plump ass cheek jiggled from how he hit
you with such force seeing the skin slowly turn red.
“I hate you.” You said slowly through clenched teeth, your
knees lightly trembled and your hands pressed against the top of the dryer as
you willed yourself to be defiant and not to give in to him though you wanted
him so bad.
“Yes y/n by all means hate me baby girl.” He teased with a
throaty laugh. His finger escaping inside of your wet pussy again feeling the
warmth suck up his finger as he curved it slightly watching your hips lightly
jerk. He moved it slowly in and out of you seeing the dryer move the upper part
of your body slightly because of the vibrations. “That’s right I want you to
hate me. Because this pussy is so wet and ready based off your hatred. I want
to hear you say it.” He teased adding another finger inside of you laughing to
himself as you shut your legs, your supple thighs becoming appealing and
something he wanted to mark. Your ass looking like two round globes that he
wanted to fuck into as well as your pussy that was looking so pretty and so wet
pressed together. Your heat becoming inviting to him as he stretched you out
hearing the wet lewd sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you.
“S-say what?” You asked continuing to hold your moans, but
pants were in the wake as you tried to clear your throat and listen to him over
the sound of your heart beating into your ears. He was stretching you out and
it had been a while since you had fucked anyone but he was doing a damn good
job. Curving his fingers and stroking your walls searching for the spot that
would end all your bullshit with him. You wanted more, you wanted him to tear
it up already but you weren’t going to beg him. As if he could read an ounce of
your thoughts his thumb brushed against your clit causing you to release a
slight whimper before your teeth clamped down on your plump bottom lip.
“That’s it.. I want you to tell me that I don’t make you
wet. Tell me you don’t want me. Tell me I’m not the reason this pretty pussy is
gushing with juices. Tell me that it’s not me causing all this water to fall
down your legs. Tell me I’m not the reason your panties are so wet. Tell me
that you haven’t been finger fucking yourself wishing that it was me.” When
Hoseok said the last part, you froze and your mind went on high alert. Once he
saw that he had you he gave a proud smirk to himself speeding up his fingers to
thrust into different angles until he was hitting against your spot and he knew
it was your spot because you brought a hand up to your mouth to cover your
cries as your pussy sucked on his fingers. Hoseok leaned down pressing wet
kisses up your spine moaning softly at how smooth your brown skin was against
his lips. He kissed on your shoulder through your shirt before he leaned over
you with his chest flush against your back releasing your hair he let his hand
moved in front of you to grab at your hips and push you back against him, his
lips against your ear as he exhaled a few breaths allowing his warm breath to
fan across your heated skin.
“You think that you’re always quiet but I got news for you.
If you time it just right and wait for maybe three to four in the morning when
you think everyone is asleep. If I press my ear against your door. I can hear
those faint whispers of my name. Hoseok don’t stop please.” He mimicked in your
voice whispering your dirty secrets to you. “And do you know what that does to
me?” Hoseok asked as he thrusted his fingers faster inside of you pulling and
pushing them deep into your walls causing your legs to shake as your eyes
rolled back. “Do you know how hard it is to not moan your name when I’m fucking
someone else wishing it was you?” He asked biting down on your earlobe causing
you to release a yelp of pleasure as your hips pushed down against his fingers
in a needy manner. “I have wanted to tear this pussy up since the moment I
first ever got to know all about you.” Hoseok admitted licking the shell of
your ear. “So, don’t mistake this and think it’s just one night oh no baby. I’m
going to make you and your sweet pretty pussy remember how it felt to have
daddy stroking inside of you until this pussy cat was purring.”
Your whole body jolted form his words, you knew for sure you
would cum. Your toes curled in your socks and you could feel the coil in your
stomach as your mind blanked out and was only replaced with his name. But
Hoseok was not satisfied with you yet, as if he wanted you to get caught he
pulled his fingers from you causing you to whine and gasp as your hips jerked
against air fucking nothing. Only the dryer was able to hold up your shaking
legs as your high was so close to being there and you could feel only the
trickle of your orgasm starting to hit you. Hoseok was satisfied with you, but
you weren’t you looked back at him feeling your mouth dry at the sight. Through
his sweats, you could see his bulge imprint against his leg, and his shirt was
sleeveless and had the sides cut down the middle revealing his toned tan body.
His brown hair was pushed back to reveal his forehead. You wanted him, and you
were feeling your pride eat away at you but he was just standing there looking at
you. Slowly he lifted his fingers to his mouth sucking off your juices moaning
as he purposefully brought his tongue out to roll against his digits.
“Hoseok.” You started biting on your lip, you were nervous
and you didn’t want to do this, but you knew your own fingers weren’t going to
get you off. You were going to need him to finish the ache that was between
your legs and he seemed ready to pounce whenever you said the word. When he
didn’t answer you, your eyes drifted shut before you fisted at the hems of your
shirt. “Please.” You stated slightly and he brought his fingers from his plump
“Please?” He questioned eyeing you as if to tell you to go
“Please. Look. You know what I want. And I don’t want anyone
walking in on us. Let’s go back to my room. I won’t fight you anymore. Just not
here.” You tried to reason with him. He seemed unsatisfied with your answer.
“Whatever you want Hoseok. Even if it’s to go to your room.” You pleaded
covering your quivering heat as he seemed to eye that the most, his eyes rising
slowly over your figure until he locked eyes with you, the air around you
becoming thick to slice.
“Whatever I want.” He repeated as you nodded your head. “I
want you to get on your knees and use your mouth.” Hoseok stated knocking your hopeful
smile to a frown.
“Excuse the hell out of me?” You questioned him.
“You heard me right. On your knees, taking my dick between
those plump lips and showing me that it’s worth more than shit talking.” Hoseok
stated leaning against a table that was used for folding clothes.
“Please you got me fucked up.” You rolled your eyes and he
shrugged watching you.
“Fine then have fun getting yourself off.” He called out
pulling out his phone to find some porn and finish his job, it was going to
suck but he knew how to control himself and he wanted to control you.
“Are you serious?!” You stomped your foot, watching him for
a second. “What if-“
“Someone comes in?” He asked again rolling his eyes. “I knew
you were dull at moments but I never thought it would be this bad. You keep
wasting all this time talking about what if this and that but if you did what I
ask or simply not played hard to get we probably would be in my bedroom right
now fucking. So, the choice is yours, either you do or don’t.” Hoseok made it plain
and simple. You were appalled. Staring at him for a second you weighed your
options but what did you really have to lose? A reputation yes but so did he so
it wasn’t as if you were in this long. And you knew that people washed late but
they all stopped at a certain time so now it was just a matter of you being
able to keep quiet. Seeing him there though you didn’t know when you’d get
another chance. Swallowing a lump in your throat you reached for your pajama
bottoms about to pull them up when he stopped you.
“Keep those bottoms right where they are unless you’re
leaving. In that case have a good night.” He chirped in with a sweet eye smile
in your direction. You couldn’t stand him; how could something be so cute and
so fucking ready to make you choke in .03 seconds? Sighing, you walked forward
until you were closing the distance getting on your knees. Hoseok had to admit
he didn’t expect you to stay but seeing you on your knees in front of him,
licking the outline of his dick was enough to have it twitching in the confines
of his boxers. He could feel his breath hitch but he told himself to hold it in
and not to break yet. You flicked your tongue at him, grabbing at the hems of
his sweats your placed your cool finger tips against his skin, grabbing his
boxers as well and you pushed them down to the floor in one go. His dick stood
proud and tall, his tip pink and angry slight precum leaking from the head.
Your mouth watered at the size, he was big and had a thick
girth but you could handle it. Bracing your hands on his thighs you licked
around his tip capturing his attention. Hoseok acted as if he was bored on his
phone, but he was secretly taking pictures of you teasing his tip. Flicking
your tongue up and down his slit, nibbling on his head and opening your mouth
to let him pass through your pink lips slowly. Once he got enough pictures he
waited until you started to bob your head with just half of his length entering
in your mouth to record a video. You were playing with him, only sucking half
of him and hollowing your cheeks. He reached a hand down grabbing at your hair
threading his fingers through it to feel your strands of hair on his
fingertips. You were comforted by this but all too soon he changed the pace of
things shoving your head down further on his shaft making you take more of him
in. He groaned as you choked once, he could feel himself reaching the back of
your throat as you choked. Catching the moment on camera was all he needed
before he was ending the video and throwing the phone down on the table beside
him. He spread his legs a little wider looking down at you with his mouth
opening into a ‘o’ form he controlled your head making you move at a face pace
and take him as deep as you could. He rutted his hips forward letting his balls
slap against your chin and get wet from the spit that was falling past your
lips down your chin.
“Mmm do you like that you pretty little thing? Do you like
tasting daddy’s dick? You take it so well. I just love hearing you choke on it.
Fuck look at that pretty mouth, I could fuck it all day until it was sore and
you were hoarse. But I’d only switch over to pounding into your pussy next.”
Hoseok teased, he rolled his hips holding your head down making you swallow
around his shaft or he was changing the pace. He loved watching your face turn
red, the way your eyes watered up as it got too much to handle. How your hands
pushed at his legs sometimes or your nails dug into his thighs. Your little gag
sounds mixed in with slight moans. You looked so beautiful to him always but
seeing the innocent cocky girl on her knees just did something to him and he
couldn’t explain it. Feeling your tongue roll under his shaft and press against
his sensitive veins was like heaven.
You tried to please him as much as you could. Yes, he pressed
his hips harshly against your mouth, your jaw was slack with how you had to
relax for him. But you could see yourself doing this for him again if he ever
asked. The sex faces he made was satisfying, how he grumbled in a deep voice
and said vulgar things to you. How the sweat started to form around his
forehead as his eyebrows knitted together and he took in the scene before you.
You were happy that you got him of his phone and paying attention to you and
all that you could offer him. Your hand went up cupping his balls and playing
with the sack as he face fucked you. That’s when Hoseok knew he had to stop
you, it was like you were picking him apart when he should have been doing that
to you. Hoseok pulled your head off his wet dick slowly, he was so hard and he
needed you but he wasn’t done with foreplay yet and he had to get you back
“Stand up.” He commanded in a deep voice thick with lust.
You heard voices that were faint and grew louder as people from the outside
passed and either went to their room from somewhere or vice versa. Regardless
it caused you both to pause and Hoseok was more than ready to defend you but
luckily the fun wasn’t ruined yet.
He pushed you back against the dryer that was about to
approach having less that fifteen minutes left before his clothes were done.
Hoseok got on his knees taking your left foot out of your bottoms lifting it up
and throwing it over his shoulder. “I want you to take your breast out of your
bra and touch them for me. Play with yourself like I know you can.” He winked
at you kissing up your thigh slowly. You hesitated but it seemed the more time
he spent kissing on your body the less you could really think about as he
approached your heat. Hoseok let his lips pucker up and blow air against your
clit, darting his tongue out to press soft kisses against your lips as he
watched you pull down your shirt and bra grabbing your breast and folding them
for him. Your lip bit making his dick jump once again as your fingers roamed
over your hardened nipples. “Spit on them.” Hoseok commanded licking up and
down your lips slowly nibbling on your flesh. You obeyed, spitting on your
breast though it was embarrassing. You did it until your nipples were wet
enough that you could play with them for him, rubbing the spit in. Hoseok
smirked latching his lips onto your clit sucking on it. His tongue pressed
against the bud flicking it as he watched you pleasure yourself from above. He
gripped at your ass cheeks pressing your hips close to his face moaning as his
tongue went wild flicking up and down your clit at a rapid pace and soon he was
teasing your entrance rolling his tongue around you steadily. He moaned against
your heat shaking his head side to side eating you to the point you were sure
people outside would hear what was going on from the sheer sound alone.
He slipped his muscle inside of you the wet long pink muscle
tongue fucking you as he held your hips flush against his face. Your head
rolled back as his hair tickled the top of your pussy and the lower part of
your stomach. Your toes curled in your socks as your hips tried to jerk
forward. You could feel the curving of his tongue as he explored your warmth
claiming it for himself. Your hands gave up playing with your breast and you
went to pull at his hair instead, the silk strands feeling good to touch as
your nails grazed at his scalp. Your chest rose and fell from how much he
pleased you, your mouth hung open but you willed yourself only to give silent
cries, laying back against the vibrating dryer you focused on how it felt to
have him flicking his tongue rapidly against your spot circling and flattening
his tongue. Hoseok could eat you out all day he was sure of it, though his face
was becoming wet with your juices he didn’t mind having to clean it up later at
all. As long as he got to taste the sweetness and pull this reaction from you
he would always try to get you to come undone under him. He pulled back slowly
licking up your slit again, your fingers were locked in his hair but you slowly
let it go so that you could look at him. Hoseok’s face was glistening with your
juices that he drank up and he stood up slowly looking down at you before he
wiped off his mouth. He turned you around and you went willingly pressing your
hands back against the dryer. Hoseok heard the dryer shut off, but he only
started it back up pulling your hips from the machine a bit so that he could
He lifted one of your legs up, letting the inside of his arm
hold you under the back of your knee. He made you bend your leg, his free hand
pressing his dick flush against your slit causing his hips to brush his member
against your clit and back down. You concentrated harder on not moaning, he was
teasing you again, the wetness from you given him heard was starting to dry up
but your pussy did the trick of getting him wet enough to slide into you. He
moved to position himself at your entrance and slowly he sunk himself inside of
your pussy. Burying himself to the hilt, he watched as you leaned forward
trying to adjust. He didn’t want to hurt you but he didn’t want you to have too
much of a pause especially since you weren’t exactly safe from the outside
world. Anyone could open the door at any time and you would both be screwed.
Hoseok pulled out all the way before he slammed back inside of you, starting
off a rhythm of going between slow grinding and quick body rolls. Your head
swam with all thoughts of him and your heart seemed to stop every time he
surged his hips forward. One of his hands resting on your hips he pulled you
back to him seeing how your plump ass meet his flesh time and time again. He
loved it, he just couldn’t hear anything from you and he didn’t like that.
“Moan or I’ll stop.” He warned but of course you were too stubborn to listen so
you didn’t do anything. Hoseok slowed all the way down barely moving inside of
“I find it extremely funny that you have become putty in my
hands yet you refuse to moan for me as if you’re not enjoying this.” He
commented with a scoff rolling his hips deep against yours causing his shaft to
lightly graze your spot.
“Well I guess that I’m not putty, then am I?” You asked
rhetorically giving him a reason to growl at you and not care about if you
limped the next day or not.
Hoseok started to slam into you, bringing your hips back
harder against his, he was thrusting into you so hard that he had to press your
body against the dryer in fear that he would hurt you or cause you to bruise
your hips from hitting the dryer every time he lurched forward. Hoseok smirked
and switched the angle of his hips searching for your spot and when he found it
he drilled it, his thick dick pounding into your wet greedy walls that was
sucking him in and wrapping snuggly around him. He had no mercy on you, it felt
so good but it stung as well. At how fast he was moving his hips against yours,
you wanted him to slow down because you were going to start screaming if he
kept fucking you like that. Your hand reached out to grab at him but you only
ended up fisting at his shirt trying to push him back. Hoseok grinned at you doing
an aegyo voice as he slipped his finger down to rub at your clit.
“Do you like that? Does it feel good to have daddy’s long
fingers playing with this puffy clit as he fucks this pussy nice and deep? Look
at how stretched out I made you baby girl. How good you swallow daddy in, I can
just see how I’m slipping inside of this pretty pink pussy and it feel so
amazing. Look at you so fucked and ruined against this dryer. What if someone
comes in and sees you like this. Daddy’s fucking toy. Do you like being that?”
Hoseok asked you rolling his fingers against your clit. You weren’t going to
answer him but your mouth uttered the words and your brain just seemed to go
“God yes.” You moaned out softly looking up in his eyes and
he gave you a crooked smirk.
“Yes what baby doll?” He asked pinching on your clit causing
you to yelp as your hips pushed back against his to some extent.
“Yes daddy! Yes, I love it when you fuck me. I love being
your fucktoy.” You mouthed out as he watched you leaning forward to press his
forehead against yours.
“Mmm fuck yeah baby. Do you like how daddy stretches you
up?” He questioned and you nodded your head again answering.
“I’ve been waiting so long for this daddy. To have your
thick dick inside of me, fucking my wet pussy and making me behave like a good
girl. I love feeling your hips push against mine daddy. I love it when you
treat me like this.” You whimpered, your bottom lip quivering as your stomach
tightened up again.
“Yeah? You tried to disobey but you’re my fucking good girl.
Who do you belong to? Say it!” Hoseok commanded harshly. His free hand reached
up and he slapped the left side of your cheek slightly before he was choking
you, pushing his hips harder against you winding in different directions and
letting his body roll against yours. He bit on your bottom lip, your breath was
mixing in as you moaned out for him a bit louder, his name falling from your
lips in almost a silent plea and it released a growl from his lips. He kept up
his ruthless speed though his hips were hurting and his legs were tired, he
couldn’t rest until he got you off.
“Please let me come daddy. Please Hoseok. Please!” You
begged him with what voice you did have left feeling your breast bounce up and
down the vibrations shooting through your nipples and down to yours stomach.
“Tell me who you belong to.” He repeated once again allowing
you to remember that you never answered him the first time. Your mouth dropped
open as you started to approach your high, your insides starting to churn as your
limbs were staring to tingle.
“You! I belong to you Hoseok!” You were pretty sure if
anyone lived close to the room they heard you. Hoseok smirked proudly nodding
his head as his fingers tapped against your pussy.
“Come for daddy then baby.” Hoseok pressed his lips against
yours, initiating a makeout session that was slow and deep despite how he was
pounding into your heat without mercy. The juices from your pussy was starting
to drop down on your pajamas and the floor as your eyes drifted shut. He gave
you a few more thrusts and you were cumming on his dick, moaning against his
mouth as he sucked on your tongue and squeezed a little tighter on your neck.
Feeling you grip him like a vice and make such needy sounds only helped Hoseok
to reach his end faster. His balls tightened up as his orgasm approached him.
His thrusts were becoming erratic and untimed as he kept searching for the
high. He shoved his tongue into your mouth tracing everything as he buried his
load inside of you, he made sure you took it all giving a few lazy thrusts to
ride out your orgasms together. When he was done, he broke the kiss and let you
go slowly allowing your body to once again shake against the dryer machine as
you caught your breath. He sat there for a second before he started to dress
himself back up and you seeing this did the same thing. Not a single word was
uttered for a bit but you felt as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulder
and you could go back to using only your fingers but not forgetting how he
“So, I want you to take out my clothes fold them and bring
them into my room after you put yours in the dryer.” Hoseok said casually
getting a piece of paper towel and cleaning himself off as you laughed at him.
He frowned looking at you watching as you looked back at him.
“You’re really funny.” You admitted stretching out.
“Who.. Said this was a joke?” Hoseok asked tilting his head.
“Well…” You thought about it for a second your old self
coming back to view as the horny side of you had been satisfies. “We are not
dating, we aren’t even friends so how can you make me do something like that
when I don’t have a reason for it? You can go back to ignoring me and vice
versa.” You pointed out to him. Hoseok gave a loud laugh as he got back on his
phone causing you to frown.
“Y/n. I meant what I said when I said that tonight wouldn’t
be the only night I fuck you- or quite frankly own you. You may not think it
but we are friends. And you’re going to be my personal little chore doer and
you’re going to get daddy off when he needs it.” He said patting his dick
biting his lips as he reached forward to cup your breast causing you to slap
his hand and push him as he walked towards the door.
“If I don’t agree??” You asked skeptical folding your hands
over your chest as he opened the door.
“Then, everyone will know what happens when good girls
finally give into fuck boys. And not to mention the great video deal a lot of
people would want. I’m sure you’d make some guys rub ones out.” You frowned
about to ask him what he meant but then he turned his phone towards you showing
the video of you choking on his dick, the obvious sounds and insults being
heard as he face fucked you. Your skin burned red from embarrassment as you
wished sudden death upon the male. “Don’t be late baby. I don’t take too kindly
to waiting.” Hoseok said wiggling his fingers at you as he shut the door and
disappeared to his room leaving you to throw a tantrum kicking at the dryer and
My point here is that maybe Jimin struggles to strike a balance between how much of his feelings to show on stage and how much to restraint. It’s extremely challenging to be hundred percent expressive when you’re a popular public figure. Everyone has eyes on you and you never know how your actions could be interpreted.
Over the years, Jimin has become more and more reserved. As much as we would love to see Jimin shower his affections on JK, it’s for his own (and the team’s) well-being that he take caution, all the more reason if Jikook are actually in a real relationship. Jungkook is another story altogether. Jimin has the dual responsibility to keep his emotions and also JK’s in check. He was born in Busan first after all.
We have to accept the fact that their (or anyone’s) personal relationship is none of our business (we’re bystanders relishing the supposed chemistry they have) and so beyond our control. How Jimin handles his interpersonal relations is solely up to him. Even as die-hard Jikook shippers, we have to try and give them some space. We can’t expect Jimin to be all over JK in every concert, nor should he be. Our basis for their relation to be a reality is the fact that they’re almost always subtle and their moments aren’t in your face which would make it more of a fanservice (like the 21st Century Performance).
I would humbly request that people don’t judge Jimin for not being super eager in responding to JK’s affections. There could be so many reasons for that and what I’ve pointed out is only tip of the iceberg.
A final note:
Wait, one more:
Okay, last one. I promise!
The way Jimin acts around Jungkook is weird-ass great and a dream come true for thirsty feisty shippers like us who like going down the rabbit hole and setting the whole place on fire with Jikook’s love.
Title: we’ll be alright this time Summary: This is how Sasuke Uchiha falls in love. Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. Prompt: First Love Rating: K A/N: It’s ssmonth guys sobs. I’m a lil late but it’s ok.
It starts in the hospital, the first week
into his return. Sasuke is bedridden, confined to a too-white room, still
bruised in blacks and blues—but the worst of his wounds have healed for the
most part, courtesy of Sakura’s gentle healing hands.
She’s here a lot, he realizes, as each day
passes by; not just with him, but in the halls of the hospital and the adjacent
rooms, too, treating tired shinobi wounded in war and still-frightened
civilians trying to recover from it all. The smile to her lips never ceasing,
she doesn’t seem to miss out on any pressing matter, doesn’t actually seem to
leave these walls at all—and if Sasuke didn’t so often catch her dozing in the
armchair at his bedside, he might even think she never sleeps, either.
And yet, despite her busy schedule, Sakura
always finds the time to offer him a visit every day.
Something in him softens at the thought.
“You’re healing very well, Sasuke-kun,” she
says to him, one day, as time dictates it necessary to have his bandages
changed yet again. “I’m actually pretty surprised. Are you sure you don’t have
a hidden tailed beast somewhere inside you helping to patch you up?”
The query is a teasing one—something that
Sasuke has yet to grow used to, when it comes to Sakura. She’d always been so
shy when it came to him, Sasuke remembers from their years before, so sweet and
pure, and eager to impress him; whatever brashness she held inside had only
ever been expressed with anger towards their blond best friend whenever he did
something she didn’t like—which was often. But the woman that stands here
before him now is different, despite in some ways still being the same; kind,
and bright, she smiles and jibes playful remarks, seemingly unafraid to make a
fool of herself… or, perhaps, driven with a confidence that she can make him
Sasuke honestly doesn’t know what to say