#he’s got such big milkers

[holydayaria]

me and barem bridge

[97luvs]

I WANT HIM SO BADDD

[juanarc-thethird]

Gray Sweatpants are dangerous!

Jaune: *With his gray sweatpants and shirt on, ready to go to the gym* Today is a good day to exercise.

Suddenly Pyrha, Yang, and Blake appear in front of the door to stop him.

Pyrrha: *Angry* Where do you think you're going?!

Jaune: To the gym?

Yang: *Angry as well* Wearing that?! Hell no!

Jaune: *confuse* What's wrong with this?

He says as he points to his clothes.

Blake: You cannot wear gray sweatpants in public!

Yang: Exactly!

Pyrrha: That view is not for outsiders' eyes!

Jaune: *Serious* Oh interesting, so now we're telling people what they're allow to wear?

He looks at Yang.

Jaune: You walk around with your mommy milkers hanging out, and nobody's got a problem.

Yang: W-Well...

He looks at Blake

Jaune: You wag around that dump truck like a Pixar mom, and society applauds that.

Blake: Thats different...

He looks at Pyrrha

Jaune: And you walk around exposing your juicy thighs like it's a work of art, and people praise you.

Pyrrha: T-They don't...

Jaune: But when I wanna toss on a pair of grey sweatpants suddenly that's a big deal. Ever think that maybe this tight nice looking outfit is for me? Maybe that's not for you? Maybe I'm tired of people saying "Now I get why Pyrrha puts up with his terrible combat skills" Or "Do you think he has a permit for that thing?" Maybe I just wanna exist!

Pyrrha tries to look away in embarrassment but ends up seeing Jaune's bulge.

Jaune: *He covers his package* Nah-ah, you're not allowed to look at it anymore. That's right, my eyes are up here. Yours better be too.

Pyrrha: *Red* I wasn't...!

Jaune: So if you'll excuse me, I'm going to the gym.

Yang: *Worry* Wait! We're just trying to protect you!

Jaune: *Sarcastic* Yeah right.

Blake: *Concern* It's true! You don't know the dangers that await you out there for wearing sweeatpants!

Jaune: *Opens the door* Whatever the "danger" is, I think I can manage.

Pyrrha: *Panic* JAUNE, JUST LISTEN TO US!

Jaune: *Gets outside* I'm done listening to you girls. Nothing bad will happen to...

Glynda: Come to mommy~💕

Glynda appears in the blink of an eye, quickly kidnapping Jaune using her semblance.

Jaune: MEEEEEEEEeeee!!!!

Yang: *Sighs* We tried to warn him.

Blake: But he never listens.

Jaune: HELP!!!

Pyrrha: Let's talk about that later. Now, let's go rescue our man.

[kooktrash]

fighting heart | jeon jungkook au

summary: never living a life of luxury, Jungkook does what he has to do to make ends-meet. right now that means fighting in underground clubs, getting beat black and blue until he wins. he knows there’s a better life out there for him but he never let himself think about it. until you came along and suddenly a weight is being lifted off his shoulders letting you through his guarded walls. you’re everything he needed and you make him want to fight for more.

warnings: 15k words. smut. angst. boxer!jk x curvy,f!reader. violence [fight scenes]. mentions of blöod. rich y/n. degradation of y/n [a few times] but not by jk. mentions of wounds. y/n got some mommy milkers lowkey. big hips that jk likes t—. unprotected. fingering. handjob. missionary. sweet. y/n is whipped but Jk is whippeder. jin is kinda sketchy kinda not. tw: harmful language, physical violence, anatomical injuries. illegal fight club. gambling.

No where he went could he find silence. Rattling cages, loud chants and even bottles breaking. The room he was currently in was poorly lit. And he could barely see the damage that has been done. The room was in hues of green with dirty white tile showers and sinks with rust on them. The ground was covered in stains of old blood that didn’t wash away from the polished cement. Hanging above his head were fluorescent making hissing noises like the glass would soon burst into flames and shatter across the floor. They were flickering too, he could see them clearly through the dirty mirror he was staring at himself through.

He was a mess himself and he had no clue where to start. His hair was drenched in sweaty locks sticking to his face in strange whimsical lines. There was blood dripping down over his brow piercing somewhere on his hair line but he couldn’t see it clearly yet. There was a large red mark on his rib cages but other than those couple injuries he considered himself pretty clean.

The water pressure from the faucet was poor and when he first turned it on the water had a brown tint to it. He let it run over his wet rag squeezing out the excess before cleaning the blood and sweat off his face. He leaned forward and splashed water onto his face and rubbed some into his hair to at least rinse his sweaty hair a little bit. From behind him he could hear the swinging doors part ways as someone walked in with a huge grin on their face. He waved a stack of papers in his hand smacking it against the palm of his other hand, business suit and shoes sticking out from this room like a sore thumb. His hair was slipped back in a nice style and he looked better than Jungkook did at the moment.

“You killed it out there,” Kim Seokjin said as he leaned against the counter on the wall, staring at Jungkook’s back and the red mark on his side, “He got a few hits in it seems.” As he said that he moved to stand again walking over to the ice machine next to the broken paper towel dispenser. He took the big ziploc bags off the machine and began putting ice into one of the bags. He took plastic wrap with him as he walked over to Jungkook and motioned for the guy to lift his arm.

“Don’t worry kid, your cut is good today,” Jin said, pressing the ice bag to Jungkook’s injured side before bringing the wrap over it and pulling it around his torso to hold the bag down. Jungkook just looked at the drop of blood still leaking from the cut on his forehead making him reach out for his rag again. The sink had a new stain of blood on it from where his rag had been running under the water. He looked at Jin through the mirror, “How much?”

Jin smiled, “Little more than a grand but I got a few more investors out there looking to see another fight. You’ll get there once you focus fully on training.”

“I’m not a fighter,” Jungkook grumbled as he turned quickly once Jin finished up. There was a small limp to his step as he walked to his gym bag looking for clothes to change into. Jin shook his head in disbelief, “Not a fighter? Then tell me what I just watched tonight.”

“I told you this already. I’m not interested in doing anything more than a couple fights here and there,” Jungkook said putting on a worn out, oversized gray t-shirt. Jin groaned in frustration, “I don’t get why you’re so against it. You can make much more money if we go big. You’ll be rich you know? I can already see your fights on pay-per-view. Just think about the money, that’s why you’re doing this aren’t you? Think about your family.”

“I am thinking about my family, that’s why I’m saying no,” Jungkook told him, changing into some black sweats and throwing a hoodie on. The bag of ice was slowly melting but at this point he didn’t care about how ridiculous he looked, “They’d kill me if they knew I was fighting again, I’m sorry man, but no.”

He took his cut of the money from Jin, slipping his hood over his head and hoisting his gym bag on his shoulder, “Call me.”

His leg ached making his entire walk out of the underground club to his car all the more slow. His car lights blinked as it unlocked and he chucked his bag in the backseat finally getting in and starting the engine. Jungkook’s neighborhood was far from being nice but it’s location close to busy streets made night life more active. He got to his apartment shortly after, sirens going off just outside his window where he could see flashing lights and the tops of old buildings.

Despite how late it was, and his need to be alone he couldn’t have that. Not when his phone began ringing. He winced, reaching into his pocket and taking it out. Once he saw the caller ID he debated ignoring it. Now isn’t the time for it when he’s got a pretty girl in his bed telling him you don’t want to go home. But he answered anyway, “Hello?”

“Hi honey, I know it’s late but um,” his mother stuttered, he could practically picture her fidgeting, “We’re behind on rent again. I wouldn’t be coming to you if I didn’t need to.”

Jungkook didn’t say anything, it was the same thing over and over every single time. He was in his bathroom now, pressing his phone to his ear, “When is it due?”

“Well it was due a couple days ago—“ “And what happened to what I sent you the other day?” Jungkook asked.

“Your father needed it for a, well, uh, I can’t remember but you’re my son, you’re more reliable than anyone else,” his mother said, making him roll his eyes. “So why’d you wait till now to tell me? Should I call your landlord and see how long it’s been overdue?”

“Yah, don’t be like that,” his mother begged, “You’re supposed to help your parents. That’s why you moved wasn’t it? Why are you even up so late? What have you been doing? Who were you with? Were you fighti—“

“I’m hanging up. I’ll send the money in the morning,” with a tired sigh he ended the call wincing once more when he reached up for the handle to his medicine cabinet.

His small rectangular window was his only source of light in the bathroom as he rummaged through his medicine cabinet but his first aid kit was empty. With a tired grunt he closed it back up and left looking around for his things pulling the melted ice bag away that was now just a puddle of water. He grabbed his wallet and keys before leaving his apartment once more, this time by foot.

After a five minute walk he found himself in front of a familiar convenience store and he went in, immediately going to the medical section. He probably shouldn’t be walking around with so much money on him but it was too late to worry about that.

“Oh my god hurry up, I’m literally scared for my life,” A girl squealed a couple aisles down and Jungkook tried to ignore her, “We should’ve just gotten it delivered.”

“And if they didn’t have what I wanted?” Another voice piped in, slightly more bearable than the previous one but with the same tone, “Besides everyone can hear you, y’know?” As if he’d been the one spoken to he looked up from under his hood, eyes softening for a fraction of a second as they met your stare. He was the first to look away once he caught his reflection on the fridge doors behind you filled with alcohol. There was a line of red down his forehead again and it made him duck down under the aisle top and look for what he needed.

“I don’t care who hears me, just get a bottle and let’s go. Jimin’s waiting,” The high pitched voice spoke again and Jungkook found a box of wound closure band-aids, pain killers, and icy/hot patches. You rolled your eyes at her looking over to the guy in the hoodie again, there was a red stain on his forehead that you noticed right away. A little after Jungkook found himself standing behind you in line. He didn’t expect to find such a sight in front of him. You were in a hot pink mini skirt and a white blouse that matched your heels. Your legs weren’t super long but your thighs were wider and so were your hips. It made the fabric of your skirt hug your curves in the best way possible.

You and your friend finished up with the cashier and he found himself twisting a lock of hair over the bleeding cut on his forehead to hide it. He could feel your eyes follow him for a moment as you left at that and he moved forward to the counter.

That night he healed his wounds in his studio apartment under the moonlight while you got in the back of a Porsche for a night drinking.

There was a stiffness in the air, like all the poise and class was just an act that was hard to maintain. At least that’s what Jungkook thought because as he looked around not a single person seemed to be what they tried so hard to appear. Now, he’ll admit he’s probably the most out of place here but that didn’t mean he couldn’t notice things. For instance, his partner wore an expensive suit with a shiny Rolex that demanded the attention of everyone in the room. Yet he still seemed gentle, far from intimidating which is what he’s so poorly tried to portray. A hand landed on his shoulder blade giving him a little shake as the man spoke, “Lighten up Jungkook, this is for you. You made me good money last week. Think of this as a sign of my appreciation.”

“Is that what this is?” Jungkook asked looking around the lounge room with expensive alcohol in crystal glasses and 100,000$ leather seats. He started to fix the cuff of his black button-up as he looked around some more. The men in here were either his age or way older, all in designer suits and watches. All the women were young, beautiful, lavished.

Just like the one who crossed his line of sight in a black, shimmery dress that was barely around mid-thigh. A silver, diamond charm bracelet on the wrist that matched every piece of jewelry on your body—from what he can see. You were far across from him, somewhere off with a group he couldn’t see well and the dim light applying a glow to you in particular. And yet he recognized you right away as the person from the store last night.

“I’ve treated you to dinner, I figured I might as well treat you to drinks too,” Seokjin said looking up from his phone just as Jungkook’s eyes snapped back to him, no longer focusing on the stranger. He released a sigh, “Alright, I want to talk about business. There’s another match this weekend. Two fights and a couple grand in your pocket. It’s short notice and you need time to recover but I was hoping to convince you.”

“Against who?” Jungkook asked tipping his glass of scotch back before placing it down on the small glass table between them two. Jin gave a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, “Some new kid and Park Seungmin. What do you say? Do I get it set?”

“Ask me again after a few drinks,” Jungkook said. Music played behind them but not nearly as loud as a regular night club’s and there was a faint smell of cigar. He hardly paid attention to whatever other small talk the two of them made, he was too tired to say anything on his own. He hadn’t even wanted to come out with Jin at first. It’s not that he didn’t like the guy. He did. The problem was that he could not understand why Jin would want to be a part of the kind of life Jungkook has involved himself in. Kim Seokjin came from money, the good kind of money.

It meant he’s never had to worry about food in his stomach or if the electricity would be cut off. He’s never lied about christmas presents he never recieved or about not having lunch money. He’s grown in gated communities and trips abroad for the holidays. There’s no reason for him to be making dirty money just because he could. Jungkook didn’t hate him, he just couldn’t never fully trust that Jin had his best interest in mind. All he knows is that he’s the only one Jungkook can go to at the moment and he’s going to see how far he can get. The downside was that Jin wanted him to go the professional route. He wants to mentor him and get him in more official rings that could be broadcasted. His boxing was good, Jin saw potential so he badgered Jungkook about it nonstop. He didn’t listen though, he was fine fixing cars and had no intention in being a professional fighter.

If he had paid more attention to Seokjin instead of the marks on his hands he might have noticed the way Jin casually looked around the lounge room. He seemed stuck on someone behind him, brows furrowed together in concentration before his eyes relaxed momentarily. He looked back to Jungkook, “I’ll be right back. I think I see someone I know.”

Jungkook didn’t bother responding, merely waving him off as he looked down at his phone. The money he just earned from his last match was enough to send to his parents but he still needs more for rent and utilities. His job won’t pay him till the day after rent is due and he can’t ask for another extension. If he wants to cover the rest he’ll have to do the fights Jin asked of him. He’s still a little sore from the last fight but if he tries to get back on training he should be fine.

“Look at all the space we have, just take a seat,” Jin said finally making Jungkook look up as three people were filing into the booth. He noticed right away when you were making your way into the rounded booth pretty much inching closer to him. He’ll admit, up close you’re even more beautiful than he thought when he looked at you from afar. Now he can see your features better than he had at the store. What are the chances that he ran into a random stranger twice? And one he thought about on his walk home from the store as a short distraction?

You didn’t shy away from looking him over as you finally sat down just a few inches away from him. Jin flashed him a smile, “Jungkook these are some friends of mine. This is Taehyung, Jia and Y/n. Everyone meet Jungkook.”

Jin didn’t give much time for introductions when he waved over a server and ordered more drinks for the table. Jungkook took his chance to get a look at you again and for the first time that night, your eyes met his. He was the first to crack even the smallest hint of a smile. You had a pretty face, your cheeks slightly rounded but your eyes were what drew him in. He likes the curve of your waist and the way your thighs look soft to the touch. Your dress had been a little higher from the back than the front and he understood why. You were so physically attractive to him. You had wider hips and a slight tummy pouch. The top of your dress was easily filled out by your chest which spilled slightly from the top. Your collarbone still seemed to protrude and a diamond necklace with your name engraved rested prettily on it. Y/n, he remembers the girl next to you saying it the other night.

“So what are you guys doing here? Don’t you have better places to drink at on a Saturday?” Jin asked once drinks came and Jungkook looked over to where the conversation was. Taehyung gave a shrug of his shoulders looking to his two friends, “Just wanted to get a few good drinks in before going out. Are you two free? Want to come with?”

Jin shared a look with Jungkook, “Yeah? Let some stress out.” He wasn’t sure though, he’s already over exerted himself being out with Jin but at the same time now that it’s been brought up he wouldn’t mind. There was a shift on his side and suddenly you were leaning forward to look at his face.

“I agree, if you’re stressed then maybe you should come have drinks with us,” you said with a bright smile. That convinced him way too easily and before he knew it, he was leaving with the rest of you to a club. He stood behind you in line and when you were all inside he was at the bar right there with you.

“You look familiar,” you said bluntly turning away from the bar counter to look at him while your drinks were made. It caught him off guard at first before saying, “You do too.” Your smile was softer now but just as pretty and you batted your lashes, “I know where I’ve seen you.”

“Where?” Jungkook wanted to see if you actually did recognize him or if he just looked familiar to someone else you’ve seen. You pointed a finger at him, “The store. You were dressed all emo and stuff.”

“I was just wearing dark colors,” What you said made him smile a little before adding in, “But yes, I recognize you too. You were wearing pink.”

“Oh you even remember what i had been wearing? Was it because you liked it or because you liked me?”

“Can I say both?” Jungkook said with a lighter tone now. He found you attractive, alluring even, despite your snobbish tone. Your eyes narrowed in interest and you let your eyes travel from the faded scar on his forehead to the belt holding his jeans up. He was attractive in a way you couldn’t explain. An absolutely beautiful intimidating man.“I thought I knew all of Jinnie’s friends, how come I don’t know you?” You asked taking your drinks from the bartender.

He gave a small shrug, “I wouldn’t say we’re close, more like acquaintances. How do you know him?”

“Family friends.” “All of you?” You gave a nod of your head taking a sip from your drink just as he did. You looked down at the hand he had on the bar too. It was covered in ink and rings on his pretty fingers but the more you looked the more you saw. It included red knuckles with faded purple and brown marks like bruises. Jungkook noticed right away where your attention had drifted and he opted for moving his hand off and keeping it to his side.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked suddenly trying to draw attention away from his hand and also speak some truth at the moment, “I think you’re beautiful.”

So he found himself closer to you later on in the night. His hand had even made itself to your hips as you sat on the stool scooted close to his. The two of you had completely forgotten about the group you were supposed to be with but they didn’t even attempt to intervene. If anyone seemed hesitant it was only Taehyung and Jin just brushed his worries away. He knew you well and you liked the fun, he knew Jungkook needed some fun even if it’s just for one night.

Later on in the night the two of you disappeared into a cab. He was more hesitant than you were to initiate any sort of intimate contact. Even inside the club he only had an arm around you and when he offered to take you home he was only hoping to spend a little more time with you before asking for your number. He didn’t expect for you to be on him in the back of the cab. Your lips were on his and he was kissing back eagerly, uncaring for the way the cab driver looked back at you.

“Just one address or two?” The driver asked as you pressed a kiss against Jungkook’s jaw leaving him breathless. His hand was on your curved back keeping you close as he barely had a chance to look over to the driver. You beat him to it when you pulled away for a quick second to mutter, “One address,” and went back to kissing him. He wasn’t complaining, he hasn’t done this in a while.

With work and all the matches he’s been in on top of training, he doesn’t have much time to go out and meet people who weren’t drunk placing bets on him. Even the women at the fights were drunk, a little more sleazy, not as clean and definitely didn’t have skin as soft as yours. His other hand found it’s way to your thigh, fingernails digging into the plump skin and he wanted to do more than just touch with his hands.

Jungkook’s not sure how it happened but they ended up at his place instead of yours, maybe because it was closer to the club or maybe because he gave it to the man first. Either way it was too late to argue about it when you were already urging him to get out. He quickly paid for the cab and was helping you, kissing you one last time as the cab drove off. He smiled sweetly, “You sure you’re okay with this?”

“Okay with what?” You asked wrapping your arms around his mid section leaning into him when his arms went around your waist. He cleared his throat looking down at you slightly more concerned now, “With this, with me…”

You smiled, “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” You’re not even asking questions. Not about his bruises or cuts or red knuckles, “Besides, I like you so are you going to take me upstairs or am I just gonna stay out here.” Jungkook took your hand now dragging you behind him inside his building trying not to get your expression. He didn’t want to see how you’d feel about his clearly run down apartment. Even this late at night there were a few tenants just sitting around on the stairs. He moved you in front of him staying close behind you to avoid you being stared at by some creep from the back. Once you were in his dark apartment it was immediate.

You didn’t even look around the place, letting him lead you to creaky twin sized bed he called his own and kissed him roughly, hands pulling at his shirt immediately as he made himself comfortable sitting next to you. You were on your knees looking taller than him deepening the kiss with your tongue now and he was gladly kissing back just as hard. His hands found their way to your legs, squeezing once again at your meaty thighs that pressed against each other with no gap between. The fullness of your figure was so damn tempting and it had his fingers inching under your short dress.

When you didn’t seem to object to his touch he went ahead and let his hands circle around your hips to the back where he could feel a very small pair of panties covering very little. Like your thighs, your butt was squishy making his fingers sink into it as he felt you up and it had him groaning into your mouth in want. His mouth trailed down your jaw, sucking gently against your neck as his hands continued feeling you up, your dress already up and around your wide hips as he played with your underwear. A finger slipped under it holding it out as he let his hand feel underneath.

A breath caught in Jungkook’s throat when your hand was pressing against his thigh now, long nail barely grazing his leg moving closer and closer to his growing member. You seemed just as impatient as he did and it made him wonder how long it’s been for you too. He doubts it’s been as long as him. You took him by surprise when you started unbuttoning his jeans with one hand and with ease and he was helping you move them out of your way. Following your lead when your hand began to palm him over his briefs, he did the same.

You moaned softly into his mouth as his hand pressed against your slicked heat from behind with his arm around your waist pressing you into his side. His head was aligned with your heavy chest and when he leaned it against the silky fabric, he could feel the softness of your breasts. His free hand couldn’t stop himself from reaching up and feeling you better. You wore a thin, flimsy bralette that hadn’t even been enough to conceal your nipples throughout the night but it made it easier for him to feel you better. The weight of your breasts was heavy in his hand, flesh spilling between his large fingers and you were so damn soft, everywhere. It made him want to sink into you, press his face between them and just feel your warmth.

Your breath hitches as he circles your clit, sending small shocks throughout your body. He moved your underwear out of the way, revealing your perfect cunt to his fingers with no barrier. Just as your hand snuck under his briefs, his middle finger was running between your folds, slowly letting more into your tight snatch. Even down between your legs were you soft, just as plump and warm. Your hand held his cock now, almost fully hard and with a gentle stroke you felt him hardening even more. Finally his long finger sinks in just as the strap of your dress slipped off your shoulders exposing more of your breasts to him. Without thinking he tugged your bra down making your tits bulge out from on top even more, “You’re so damn beautiful.”

He was being honest as he kissed the plump flesh feeling it bounce along his tongue and he just wanted to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. You didn’t answer verbally but he could physically feel the light squeeze of his cock on an upstroke and he was groaning around your nipple. His face was still rubbing against your breasts as his middle finger pumped in and out of your wet cunt lathering it in more slick and he took the chance to sink another finger in. You gasp, your tits bouncing against his face and he let them rub over his face while simultaneously hitting that spongy pleasure spot in your tight walls, stroking it everytime his fingers sank back in. You were still on your knees on his bed and he was still holding you against his side as you jerked off his cock but he wanted more.

Fingers still inside your pussy, he began to stand not moving your hand off his dick as he lightly pushed you back to lie down. His hand left your folds from behind and slipped it between your thighs again from the front. His pace quickens, and he uses his weight to hold you down, twirling your thick buds with his tongue. You breathed heavily feeling the twitch of his member when your thumb ran over the slit in his tip over and over again.

Without thinking, and probably too rough, his hands were leaving your breasts and pussy to pull at the fabric of your dress. It’s been teasing him all night and he needed it gone, so that’s what he did. The fabric was no match for the rough yank he did on it making it tear open and he was harsh with the way he yanked it off your body groaning at the sight.

He stood taking his jeans and shirt off as you undid your bra kicking it off exposing large breasts to his hungry eyes. His hands run down your middle, the soft chub on your ribs and stomach sinking his finger in and he was staring down at you with awe, “You’re so beautiful.”

“You already said that, I want to know what you’ll do to show it to me,” you teased wiggling your hips when his hand went to pinch at them, squeezing and groaning at the feel. He could feel a bit of your hip bone but it was mostly covered in plumpness that made his mouth water. Your hips were good for squeezing and he wanted to take you. Suddenly, realization hit him like a truck.

“I—I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” you said already reaching between your bodies at his hard clock begging for attention, “As long as you’re clean and pull out.” He gave a brief nod of his head capturing your lips with his as you lined his dick up with your heat and did the honor of taking him. You moaned into each others mouth as he stopped at the ring of nerves that needed a bit more stretching. You were tight, he felt all the soft walls of your cunt squeeze his thick member as he sank in with a groan, squishing against you, breasts against his chest.

“Oh God,” you moaned against his lips at the first real thrust of his cock into your wet pussy and his hand was sliding down to grip your ass while the other was on your breasts. He squeezed both in time with a second thrust, still testing the waters before doing it again, quicker and rougher now.

His head rested against your neck, moaning your name softly, “So fucking beautiful, all of you, fuck Y/n.”

“You feel so fucking good,” he growled into your skin leaning down to take a fat tit into his mouth matching each lick of your nipple with a rough thrust. Suddenly he’s lifting himself up, hands leaving your sides to press against the bed on either side of your head. He looked down at your naked body licking his lips, slowly bringing his hips back before slamming into you with force that had your tits jiggling and his lips parted at the sight, doing it again so it could happen once more.

Jungkook lets out a long exhale as you continue to cry out his name making him work his lean hips, thrusting in and out of you with purpose.

“Jungkook,” you moaned, hands holding his sides as he fucks you, tight abdominal muscles flexing along with the veins leading to his dick all the way from his navel. The position only lasted a moment before he was laying his full weight on you again wanting to feel you pressed against him, body shaking along his.

“I’m so close,” you groaned when he gripped your ass, not being gentle in the way he squeezed, shaking it a bit and using it to fuck your pussy back into his cock, “Let me cum.”

“Fuck,” he slams himself into you feeling his entire body shudder but he was holding off, “Cum, fuck, cream my cock right now.”

“Oh God,” he groaned against your skin when you did just that, fingers curling as your release hit moaning beautifully into his ear and his body shook slightly. He was gentle but quick in the way he pulled out of you, your orgasm wavering as your slick leaked out of your folds. His cock was on your pubic bone now, spurts of creamy semen spilling onto you, covering you in his cum. His hand was on your knee for support but it was no use.

He was dead weight on top of you, but you don’t mind—you brush your fingers through his hair, giggling when you feel his soft lips kiss your breast, “You’re amazing.”

You felt his breathing begin to get uneven and you wrapped a leg around him continuing the brush of your fingers, caressing him since he seemed to need it. You held him in your arms as he clung to you. Now, you’ll admit, at this time you’d start getting your clothes again and find your things to leave. Maybe you would’ve already had a scheduled Uber but you weren’t doing any of that—and it wasn’t because he tore your dress in half. “You made me feel so good,” you whispered softly into his ear and it made him hum in appreciation, eyes shut slightly. He never realized how much tension he’d been holding onto without release until now that you held him.

You were naked and sticky, even sweaty, but that didn’t stop you two from snuggling after sex, his gentle lips leaving soft kisses along your neck tiredly as his eyes shut in relaxation. Like that, you both let sleep take over and you were warm in each other’s arms.

The sun shined brightly against your sleeping face. You squeezed your eyes shut some more but it did little to keep the light away. You decided to move, roll over and hide your face in one of your many pillows but as you tried to, you nearly fell. A yelp escaped your lips, face inches away from the floor as two arms caught you by the waist. Jungkook was half asleep but alert as he looked over your tired form. You fell back onto the twin sized bed pressed against Jungkook’s chest staring at your surroundings.

In better light and a clearer head you had a better chance to look around his apartment. It was smaller than you pictured when you were lying underneath him. You just didn’t realize it was this small. You’re not sure if you’ve ever been to a place that looked like this. His bedroom, kitchen and living room all in one space with ripped wallpaper and broken cabinets. Jungkook seemed to stiffen under you when he noticed where your mind was going.

Last night was… how should he put it without sounding so dramatic? He just felt very appreciated and not just his body but also the things he had to say. You paid very close attention to what he felt and it was more than anyone has in a while. Sure, the fighting gets him attention but not for anything good. It was abuse and exploitation. That made him hate himself but what he experienced last night was lively. He wouldn’t mind getting this feeling because of you again except you couldn’t be any more opposite and that’s what had him skeptical.

“You okay?” He asked suddenly, nervous because you have yet to say anything after your abrupt awakening and he’s itching to know what you think. His shabby apartment looked even worse than he imagined. You just gave a single nod and that made him anxious now, sliding a little out from under you trying not to pay attention to the way you were both still naked. He released a quiet sigh, “If you want to go home now, it’s okay, you can tell me.”

It was morning anyway, he’s not sure what he would expect differently. You seemed to snap out of your own thoughts turning as best as you could to lay on your stomach over him. He looked down at you with an expression you could only read as dejected, sullen or tired even. Your chest rests on his chest as you look up at him, “And what if I don’t want to go home yet?”

Jungkook couldn’t hide the look of surprise on his face when you ran your hand over his chest turning to look at him, “How about a shower together?”

You stared at the man in front of you expressionless, or well, you were trying to be. He, on the other hand, was open with you. A knowing smile on his face with brows raised in amusement. He was even leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, head tilted to the right just slightly waiting for you to speak.

“You’re starting to creep me out,” You said with a roll of your eyes as you looked over the roof, city life thriving about sixty stories below you. Jin cleared his throat, “I was wondering if you had anything to say to me.”

“About?” You asked as the waitress came back with your food. You were seated across from Jin at some high end restaurant for lunch. It sat on the roof of some luxury hotel and it’s where you two decided to meet between your classes. You had a feeling you knew what this was about but you weren’t about to give in. A day and a half was spent in Jungkook’s presence. You didn’t even go to class the following day, instead you stayed in his apartment and did absolutely nothing.

“You’re a vixen, y’know? You sank your claws into Jungkook and got him, I applaud you,” Jin said making you roll your eyes again. “What are you talking about? You’ve got a crush on him or something?”

“I’m just saying, I’ve been trying to get that guy to let loose but all he does is push every chance away,” Jin told you as he picked at his plate. Your eyes narrowed leaning forward against the table, “How do you two know each other, anyway? He didn’t really say.”

Jin sneered, “Of course he didn’t. He doesn’t like it.”

“Doesn’t like what? No, don’t tell me,” you shook your head. You wanted to know because you were definitely interested. But was it your business? Jin smacked his tongue, “It’s nothing serious.”

“I’m his manager of sorts, but also an investor?” Jin said with a shrug taking a big bite, “He’s a boxer, like in the ring with glo—“

“I obviously know what a boxer is,” you said clearly annoyed with your older friend who just chuckled knowing he was getting under your skin. You were curious now, “Besides, what does it matter to you? You work in a law firm.”

Jin groaned as if he had a reason to be annoyed with you when clearly he didn’t, “I’ve got a few interests, alright? Sketchy? Maybe, but it is exciting. I met him a year ago when I was watching a boxing match. He was new and he was good, a lot of strength and control. I just have this idea that he can make it big and I can get him there. It’ll be a give and take. I already make good money off his fights from my cut and imagine what a bigger audience can do?”

“So what you’re saying is Jungkook… he makes money from boxing?” You asked and he just shook his head no. “No, well kinda? His family has a lot of debt—“

“Stop, stop talking,” you covered your ears suddenly, “I don’t want to hear about his private stuff unless it’s from him. I get it. You kinda work together?”

Jin rolled his eyes, “Yes but that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I want to know what transpired you to go with him the other night. I didn’t peg muscular, tatted, brooding men as your type.”

“I didn’t either,” you said honestly, “But I don’t know. I saw him one time before that at a store and he had been bleeding from his forehead. I think that’s why I was curious at first.”

“And now?” Jin asked making your brows furrow. “What do you mean now?”

He sighed, “I mean are you curious still? Jungkook is a good guy, great guy even but it wouldn’t work Y/n. Your parents would kill you if they found out you were seeing a guy like him. He’s not… he hasn’t had the same privileges as you and it just wouldn’t look good. He’s a great kid but he’s got real struggles that you wouldn’t understand.”

“Hypocrite much?” You asked with a tilt of your head, “Like you would understand those struggles more than me? Are you going to tell him this too or just me because I don’t think Jungkook would appreciate it.”

“Jungkook’s smart, I’m sure he understands why it wouldn’t work. You’ve been to his place I assume, you had some thoughts on it I know. But at the end of the day, I’m loyal to you as a friend more than Jungkook. I’ve known you since you were five and I’m looking out for your best interest.”

“I don’t need you to Jinnie,” you rolled your eyes as you pushed your finished plate away. He let the topic drop with a reluctant sigh. He really did appreciate Jungkook as a person and even as a friend of sort but at the end of the day… what they had never went beyond business. The dinner the other night was to discuss another tournament, what happened after was a spur of the moment. He had respect for Jungkook for what the kid has been through but that’s what makes him wary. He’s seen how mad he can get, how little he actually has to support himself and how battered his life was. You wouldn’t fit in anywhere and Jin cares about you too much to let you fall for someone like him.

“Besides, I’m seeing him later after class,” you said brightly. Jin couldn’t argue with you anymore, he just wanted you to know what he thought. He knew Jungkook was a good guy, he just didn’t think he was right for you. Suddenly you flashed him a bright smile, big puppy dog eyes and a bat of your lashes, “You’re treating me to lunch right?”

“You probably have more money than me Hotel Heiress,” Jin said with a scowl but you didn’t let up. Your bottom lip curling down, “But you invited me.”

“Aish,” he rolled his eyes at you as he took his wallet out, “You’re so annoying.” “Thank you Jinnie, you’re the best.”

He took you back to campus after lunch and you went to your last couple of classes. Taehyung waited for you outside your last class, “Jia and I want to go shopping, you coming?”

“No, Jungkook is waiting for me outside,” you told him reading over Jungkook’s text telling you where he was. Taehyung’s brows furrowed, “Jungkook? The guy from the other night? Don’t tell me you’re seeing him again.”

“Fine I won’t tell you.” “Y/n I’m serious, I don’t know him but the other night something seemed of—Y/n!”

“Bye!” You sang as you saw Jungkook’s black, tinted car. He was outside waiting for you and a smile spread across his face. He pulled you in for a hug, “Aren't you cold?”

“Shivering,” you said with trembling teeth and he helped you into his car ignoring the rise of your skirt. Once he was inside he kicked the heat up, “So where do we go?”

He was nervous. He hasn’t seen you in a couple days and now that it’s the weekend he’s not sure what he should do. Is this a date? Do you even want to date him? You didn’t ask him anything over the time you were at his place but he could tell you wanted to. Would you run away when you found out the extent of his struggles? You bit your bottom lip in thought, humming as you tried to think of something, “Lets go to my place.”

So he followed the directions to the other side of the city where he’d dropped you off just days ago. He only got to look at the outside of the skyscraper hotel with your last name displayed in metal letters under the hotel’s name. The inside was gorgeous, marble everywhere with white clay walls and curved edges that gave the hotel a seamless image. Even the furniture was the color of the walls and the only pop of colors were deep green and shades of brown. He let you drag him into the elevator where you pushed for the top floor putting your key in to unlock the floor and he traveled the hundred stories up.

The second the elevator to your floor opened Jungkook’s breath hitched. He didn’t realize you had the entire floor to yourself until he walked in and saw the various doors to different amenities all just for you ranging from private gym to an entire room larger than his apartment dedicated to shoes and handbags. You walked down the hall to the main living space and he continued to look around. Large kitchen, large windows that looked over the skyline with a pool on the balcony.

“So this is your place?” He asked obviously as you went to your bedroom which, once again, was bigger than his apartment with a king sized bed and canopy. You gave a quick nod of your head disappearing into your closet to change into something warmer, “18th birthday present.”

He was too nervous to even sit on your bed but you came out all joyous jumping on him and tackling him down on it. Immediately, a jolt of pain shot up his side making him wince and you jumped to get off his lap. His hands gripped your waist keeping you in place and your brows furrowed in concern. You reached for his shirt when he held your wrist to stop you but you pulled it up anyway. Jungkook’s face heated when you stared at the faded bruise on his side. It was worse than it was when you two had sex, it was more brown now with yellow around the edges since it was old.

Your finger just barely brushed over it enough that it didn’t hurt but he still flinched at the contact making you frown as you straddle his groin, “You were fighting?”

His eyes widened at first but relaxed when he realized who would’ve told you. Maybe you were closer with Jin than he thought. Lord knows he only sees Jin when it comes to the business they’ve involved themselves with. You, on the other hand, were at Jin’s societal level and probably saw him at galas and fashion shows. So Jin told you about the fighting and you still let him into your home? Without another word you shimmied off his lap and he could feel his heart drop. Maybe you were rethinking things. Maybe you saw that it was a bad idea to get involved with him and now you’re backing out. He wouldn’t blame you after seeing the way you lived compared to him. He expected you to kick him out, not to lean down and press a soft kiss on his ribs, “Did you at least win?”

Jungkook gave a slight nod of his head in response and you smiled moving to lay on the bed now right next to him. You sat your head up on your palm looking over to him, “Do you like boxing?” He shook his head honestly and it made you frown, “So why do it then?”

He was quiet for a moment, “I’m good at it and it’s easy money.” “This is easy money?” you pointed to his bruise but before he could answer you were backtracking, “I mean… I’m just trying to understand but you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but lean forward to press a gentle kiss on your lips before wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you into his side, “Why are you so perfect? Aren’t you a little scared? I’m not a good guy.”

“Why? Because you beat the shit out of people for money? Oh yeah you’re such a thug,” you rolled your eyes, “Besides, I’m not perfect, I’m actually a spoiled bitch.” He laughed along with you snuggling in your bed despite the sun still being out.

“To answer your question from earlier, the only reason why I do this is to help out my parents. They’d kill me if they found out but they’ve got a lot of debt and I want to help them how I can. I dropped out of school my final year and I went straight to work,” Jungkook began to open up, “I didn’t want to leave school but we needed the money so I had to get to work. There weren’t many options where I’m from so I packed up my shit and came here.”

“Wasn’t that hard?” You asked cutely and he could see it in your eyes that even if you didn’t understand, you wanted to. He nodded, “Yeah, I slept on a lot of couches at first. I couldn’t get a good job since I didn’t have a diploma but I started working as a mechanic and was able to get the place I’m at now for cheap if I fix maintenance problems myself.”

“I met this guy who told me he knew how I could make quick money and it was just supposed to be a one time thing but I can’t support myself and my parents with just the car shop.”

“And Jin wants you to be a legitimate boxer? Like one of those lightweight champion fighters?” You asked making him crack a smile as you laid on his chest. He began to play with your hair, “Yeah and I just don’t get it. I’m not going to get far. I don’t how to play by all the rules. I don’t think it’s worth the risk. For now I’m fine working at the auto shop.

“But, you don’t want to see if it actually works out?” You asked curiously, “And would you want to work as a mechanic forever?”

“I’m not thinking about forever, I’m thinking about the present and what gets me by. When I get a chance to live comfortably then I’ll look at the bigger picture but I still don’t think it would be boxing.” He was honest and a little blunt but he didn’t mean to sound that way. He was just being realistic. He knows he’s living paycheck to paycheck and still coming up short but it’s what he needs to do right now. He can’t dedicate himself to a career where he doesn’t get paid frequently unless he trains and devotes all his time.

You didn’t say anything for a moment and it made him wonder if he made you uncomfortable. It’s not that he thinks you had it easy growing up but clearly you’ve grown up with a totally different mindset and endless possibilities. After a while before he could backtrack you spoke, “I see what you’re saying, sorry,” you mumbled and he seemed to squeeze you in his hold. He shook his head no though you couldn’t see him, “Don’t apologize. You were just curious.”

‘So can I go to see you?” You weren’t even done saying what you wanted to say when Jungkook was muttering a few ‘no’s’ making you turn to face him now still laying on him. You went to move back and his arm stayed loose around you but let you move, “Why not?”

“Because it gets really ugly and it’s dangerous. It’s not something I want the girl I’m into to see,” he said mixing in a confession and putting it out there for you to understand what he’s on. He absolutely had no desire to get close to anyone romantically but now that he has, he’s really interested. He finds you attractive but it wasn’t just that. You seemed to listen to him and though you could, you don’t judge him— or at least he didn’t hink you do. You looked at him with an annoyed expression but it was playful, “But I want to see you.”

You didn’t directly say you were into him but you did lean in for a kiss letting his lips meet yours softly. You released a soft moan when his arm tightened back around you turning his body slightly to kiss you better. The two of you pulled apart but his hand was still cupping your face gently and he looked down at you. You opened your mouth to say something but he immediately shut you up with another kiss before pulling away again, “So pl—“ Then another kiss on your lips and you couldn’t help but laugh when he did it again quickly now, “Please let me wa—okay!—“ kiss after kiss on your lips so you wouldn’t keep talking about seeing him fight.

He wouldn’t let you.

Or so he thought. Jungkook held your hand tightly as he led you through the thick crowd watching the fight from before. You looked around anxiously now. It was louder than you imagined, dirtier, rougher. It reeked of alcohol and dirty money. You could feel the stares on you when you walked past and though it made you uncomfortable, you felt a little better with Jungkook there.

He sensed your unease because he pulled you closer until his arm could wrap around your waist, pressing his face against yours to whisper in your ear, “You still okay?”

“Mhm,” you nodded leaning in to give him a quick kiss as he smiled, “Alright, I gotta get ready.”

“Jungkook! My man, you’re late,” a guy with a huge grin on his face approached. You ignored the way he seemed to look at your figure but Jungkook was pulling you closer to his side than before. Jungkook just smiled, “Things came up.”

“I see that,” the guy’s eyes stopped at your legs, then your hips, and chest, “I’m Hoseok by the way.”

“Y/n,” you answered in a snobby tone as you glared back at him. He was way too open with staring you down when Jungkook was there. Jungkook thought the same and it had him pulling you along, “I’ll be out in a bit.”

It was still strange to see you in the locker room with him. The same grimy room he was in last time when he was beaten pretty bad and still came out on top. You tried to hide your disgust but he could see it in the way you avoided touching anything. Jungkook cleared his throat, “I can take you back to the car, if you want.”

“Why would I want to leave?” You asked moving closer to him as he attempted to wrap his fists up by himself. Jin should be here soon to help him with that but until then you’ll just watch him get ready. He looked over to you, in your skirt and sweater making him even more nervous. He asked you to dress down, not because he didn’t love seeing your pretty outfits, but because he didn’t want anyone to get any ideas with you. He’d hate to hop out of the ring so people wouldn’t come at his girlfriend. It still feels weird to say that. Never did he imagine he’d get swept up so quickly and yet here you were, absolutely breathtaking and sweet.

His breath hitched so suddenly, your arms wrapped around his exposed torso in a back hug pressing a kiss to his shoulder plate. He turned his head to look back at you and you took the opportunity to kiss him on the lips.

“Sneaky little snake Y/n.”

You pulled away with a roll of your eyes. Jungkook looked to the swinging doors as Jin walked in. Jin glared at you, “What are you doing here? And why are you dressed like you’re going to a summer Christmas party?”

“I’m covering up,” you said only answering his last question as you let go of Jungkook to give Jin a spin, “Don’t I look pretty?”

“You always do,” Jin said with a shrug as Jungkook’s eyes narrowed in his direction at that comment. He still has to get used to the fact you’re very close with Jin. Tame his jealousy and be less serious all the time. His friend seemed to be thinking the same since he rolled his eyes, “Don’t look at me like that. Why’d you bring Y/n to a place like this?”

“Because I asked,” you said when Jin stepped up to help Jungkook put his gloves on. He scoffed, “And Jungkook is fine just doing whatever you ask?”

When Jungkook didn’t say anything Jin released an annoyed huff of breath as he finished up with the wrappings. Jungkook wasn’t paying attention to anyone but you as he lifted his gloved hands to reach for you. Jin looked between you two muttering something under his breath as he walked out the door giving you two a minute. Jungkook put the gloves on your hips as you moved between his legs looking down at him from where he was sitting on the bench. Your arms rested on his shoulders as he looked up at you with rounded eyes. He leaned forward resting his forehead on your chest, “I’m happy you’re here tonight.”

“Really? I thought you told me no,” you said playfully and he looked up again, still resting on you, squeezing you even closer to him. “But it’s nice to have someone there for me.”

You didn’t know what to say so instead your hands slid up from his shoulders to his face and you leaned down to meet his lips. He kissed back immediately, trying to touch you more but his gloves didn’t let him. It was short and sweet only interrupted when Jin opened the door back up.

He looked to you, “Come on, we’ll find somewhere to be, let Jungkook concentrate before the fight. He’s going up against a new guy first.”

Jungkook gave you a kiss goodbye and you told him good luck and left. You stood with Jin at the closest seats to the ring and he was trying to let you know what might happen tonight.

“So there’s two fights for him. The first will probably be the easiest but if he’s too worn out in the second he might not win. Now, he’s got a winning streak and a lot of people don’t like that so they’ll be fighting dirty tonight,” Jin told you honestly, “A lot of people are mad they’re losing money to him and there’s very few rules here. There’s a couple illegal moves but a lot of it is free game so beware he could get seriously hurt. Hence why I want him to go the professional route but he won’t, his family doesn’t want him fighting. If anyone talks to you don’t even entertain it, alright?”

“Yes dad,” you said, though you were definitely feeling anxious now. Music was loud but yelling was louder. It reeked of sweat, alcohol, blood. It was dirty and crowded and you could feel people looking at you. There were very few females here and they all glared at you too. Jungkook told you to not even bring your purse but you still felt like you needed to keep your possession close.

When Jungkook came out in just a pair of boxing shorts and shoes, mouth guard in looking like a completely different man than the one you kissed just moments ago, you saw him in a new light. Reality was hitting you that he was very much an intimidating man. When he passed you by he didn’t shy away from going to you for a good luck kiss before jumping over rope to get into the ring. When he kissed you it only made more heads turn.

You didn’t pay much attention to what the ref[?] was saying because it was so overwhelmingly loud in here. Practically overstimulating you and suddenly you weren’t so thrilled being here. Jungkook looked scary but so damn attractive, jumping from foot to foot getting his blood pumping as the other guy came in. He was roughly the same size as Jungkook, just less muscle. “You’re in for a show,” a voice spoke as someone plopped down next to you. You looked over to Hoseok who now sat on your left while Jin sat on your right.

“How much?” Jin asked him and they leaned over you to discuss betting amounts. When the bell rang you paid your full attention to the scene before you. Since this wasn’t such a professional fight there were less rounds to go through and the first knockout was a win. Only three rounds and he needed to score high on two to win.

The first round wasn’t a clear win. Jungkook did the first hit making the guy stumble back and you understood why everyone was so energetic. This was nerve wracking and everyone shouting for the one they wanted to win was getting to you. It was during the second round when things began to heat up. This time the other guy did the first hit, a hard fist to Jungkook’s bruised side but he didn’t even flinch. He delivered a harsh blow to the guy’s jaw giving him an uppercut that sent him stumbling against the ropes.

His body slipped to the floor, blood dripping from his mouth and your hands clasped together as the referee counted the seconds for knockout. The guy attempted to get back up but only kept slipping down on the floor. When the whistle blew the round was given to Jungkook. You clapped happily now making him look over to you with a small smile. He was already drenched in sweat, long hair stuck around his face and clearly out of breath. Jin got up with a bottled water and towel taking it to Jungkook as they talked about something you couldn’t here.

“What do you think so far?” Hoseok asked you as the third round started and your eyes locked in on the fight. You have a shy shrug, “It’s… new.”

Hoseok chuckled, “I bet it is, you’re the only one I’ve ever seen wear Cartier here. Better to take it off before someone else sees it.” You nodded but you didn’t take it off in case you’d lose it. Instead you hid it under your sweater now. The third round was quicker, it took one blow for the guy to fall and laughter rose around you.

By the end of the fight, Jin was hurrying you up to the locker room assigned to Jungkook again. Jungkook was already at the sink examining the damage but when he saw you he hid his bruised side. You didn’t even have to say anything when he was reaching for you, “You okay? Is this too much? I’ll have Jin take you to the car, did anyone say anything to you? I’m sorry, this is probably jus—“

You shut him up with a kiss, his body immediately relaxing into it as his head tilted to the side to deepen it with his tongue. Jin audibly gagged behind you, “I miss Jungkook when he was depressed. Now all you two do is eat each other’s faces off. How you feeling Kook?”

“Good, nothing major,” Jungkook cleared his throat awkwardly when Jin passed him an ice bag. The break till the next fight was really short. The guy he would be going up against had already fought his contender when Jungkook arrived. Once they have their fight and marks are tallied they’ll know who wins. If he wins he’ll be able to pay off some of his loans before the loan sharks come knocking on his door again. He’ll send money for his parent’s bills. He’ll pay his car payment, utilities, buy groceries, and take you out on a date. It won’t be as nice as you’re probably used to but hopefully he can do something. He’ll show you that even if he doesn’t have the kind of money you do, he’ll do anything for you to see how strongly he feels.

Having a support system in the audience cheering him on was motivation to win and he promises he’ll win for you. You wanted to watch him fight so he’ll give it his all.

You got back to your seats once the warning for the next fight came. Jin clutched your hand, “You’re holding up better than I thought. You’re usually more high maintenance. You don’t even like going to the gym because it makes you sweat.”

“But sweat looks so good on Jungkook,” you answered looking at Jungkook, “Now shut up. The fights about to start.”

“You think this guy’s got a chance against Seungmin?”

“Nah, he’s not that focused tonight. Probably because his bitch is in the crowd.”

Your brows furrowed at who was talking about you. Jin shook his head when you tried to turn and look, “Just ignore it.”

The first round started heavy. Jungkook’s opponent threw the first blow right in his face. His head whipped back as he was hit in the nose and you visibly winced. Jungkook didn’t feel too much pain from it, probably due to adrenaline, but it made his eyes water and blur for a second giving the guy a chance to hit him in the gut.

The crowd was going crazy around you as Jungkook delivered three hits in but his body collapsed to the floor. The guy had hit the back of Jungkook’s head that had him stumbling down on the floor in pain. You gripped Jin’s arm, “Isn’t that illegal?” He only shook his head, “Not here.”

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7…

You waited to see if he’d get up but he couldn’t lift his head. Your leg was bouncing anxiously and before you knew it, the round ended with a knock out. Jin got up immediately going to Jungkook’s aid and he looked worse for wear. The round was given to the other guy and before you could even think you were walking to the rope. Jin was wiping blood off Jungkook’s face grabbing the back of his head checking for blood.

“He’s got a heavy hand,” Jungkook panted out of breath feeling his ears drum. Jin held his head, “Block your fucking head Jungkook. He’s playing extra dirty, he’s going to keep going for it if you’re already injured.”

“Jungkook,” you said softly making him turn, finally noticing you and suddenly he was sitting up on the stool. He sniffled, “Yes baby? Are you okay? I promise I’m fine, if it’s too much don’t look—“

“Fighter’s ready!”

Jin gave Jungkook a kiss on his forehead, “Two rounds. You gotta win this and then you get a pay grade. Alright?” Jin led you back to your seat before you could even talk to Jungkook more but maybe it was for the better.

Jungkook was tired, worn out from the last round and the fight before. His opponent at least had resting time after his fight since Jungkook’s fight was after. Jungkook didn’t get as long of a break before he was thrown into the last fight. He stood in position for the bell to ring but the guy across from him was jittery.

A smirk on his face as he looked over the audience before he snickered, “Brought your toy along? I like her, might just take her from you.”

Jungkook tried to ignore it, jaw tense as he reeled in his anger. The guy was a shit talker, he wanted to get in Jungkook’s head but he won’t let him. He just wants Jungkook to lose focus but he won’t. The second the bell rang Jungkook gave the first hit, getting Seungmin right in the stomach before giving him another hit on the side of his head.

You watched anxiously, Jungkook seemed to have felt better enough to fight back stronger. Hoseok looked over to you, “The kid’s got it, he’ll win.”

You’re not worried about him winning. You’re worried about how hurt he’ll be after and you understand now why Jungkook didn’t want you here. He was strong, he could fight and hold his own but watching him get beat black and blue was heartbreaking. But you couldn’t look away. You were at the edge of your seat, there was blood dripping down Jungkook’s eyes painting it red but he kept fighting, he stayed on his feet even when he was backed into a corner. He blocked his head with gloves and when Seungmin least expected it he punched his nose then jaw. The opponent’s body whipped with the force of the hit and though he tried grabbing rope, he crashed to the floor.

Jungkook was jumping from foot to foot keeping himself moving as the ref counted down to knockout and he released a breath. He sat on the stool in the corner of the ring tipping his head back staring up at the hanging lightbulb over them. They’re tie. This last round will declare the winner of this fight and it has to be him. He can get a few hundred and though most will go to bills he swears he’s going to try and take you out.

Jin was in front of him again, this time he pressed an Enswell to the cut above his brow, “Last round, it’s yours man, I can feel it. You’re faster, you’ve got more coordination. How’s your eye?”

“Hurts like a bitch,” Jungkook confessed through his mouth guard. He turned to look for you but stopped, wincing when Jin wiped the blood away. The cold metal against his skin was numbing the pain but he could still feel his eye swelling, “How’s Y/n?”

“Fine, focus on your opponent not your girlfriend,” Jin said harshly but he only meant it out of concern. He wanted Jungkook to be focused so he wouldn’t get so roughed up in the last round.

Now it was the last round. He shifted his mouth guard to fit better as he stared at Seungmin. He watched his head turn to look at you, eyes wandering up the expanse of your legs to your skirt. His words were mumbled due to the guard but he could understand him clearly, “Yeah, I’ll take her as my prize. She’ll look good as my bitch, bet she’s got a fat ass t—“

Jungkook shoved him, the crowd growing louder as the ref blew the whistle, pulling them apart. The guy only laughed glaring at Jungkook, “Look real nice with her legs spread just for me. She tight?”

The whistle blew.

The first throw Jungkook took didn’t land, it was too blinded by rage that Seungmin touched him first backing him up into the corner again with his larger build, “Bet she likes to fuck dirty with that body.”

Jungkook struggled, moving too quick to cause real damage and block his eye at the same time. Seungmin kept going, “You think she’ll put up a bigger fight than you? I like the figh—“

His breath was knocked out of his body when Jungkook threw a direct punch to his diaphragm making him stumble back. As he clutched his chest Jungkook took the opportunity to hit where his kidney should be, bringing the guy down to his knees in pain.

You were on your feet with everyone else cheering Jungkook on unbeknownst to what was being said about you. Though Seungmin was down, anytime he tried to get up Jungkook would stop him. With an uppercut, Jungkook punched right at Seungmin’s ear sending a ring down his ear drums and he fell to his side.

But Jungkook didn’t stop. The gloves made it hard for him to really get his hands on him but he wasn’t done. He didn’t even care about the round. He cared about beating the fuck out of this piece of shit for talking about you, so he did. He got over the guy, straddling his curled position as Seungmin blocked his own head from being hit. There were no rules outside of no weapons, and no weighted gloves so he wasn’t stopping until he was dragged off of him.

“Jungkook!” Jin called out when Jungkook brought a fist back and hit over the man’s hands getting as much of his head as he could. He raised another arm to do it again as the whistle blew.

He delivered another blow feeling the bounce of the mat, the ref saying he won since it was a knockout but he wasn’t done.

Just as he was ready to give him another hit he was being yanked off but he wanted more. He wanted the guy bloody and bruised for the way he talked about you. He lurched forward to do it but strong arms held him back, two people telling him to stop. The ref raised Jungkook, “The winner! There, you’re done with the fighting!”

He had to be dragged out of the ring by Hoseok and Jin. He could barely see out of his eye and the crowd half cheered half booed, “Where’s Y/n?”

He was feeling dizzy, drained and tired. Jin sat him down on the bench and you went to get ice. You wanted to cry though you had no reason to. He just looked so scary out there but also, he was clearly beat. You had to collect yourself instead of let your emotions show. You’re the one who begged him to let you see him fight. You passed the bag to Jin feeling like you needed to catch your breath. Jin let you sit next to Jungkook who seemed too far into his own world to pay attention.

He was hot, his body was on fire and he was breathing heavy, leg bouncing as he thought back to what Seungmin had been saying. The fucking disrespect. Even if you weren’t his girlfriend, how could Seungmin say things like that and expect Jungkook to not react? He wanted to fight him again, it was all he could think about.

“Take the keys,” Jin told you and you did. Hoseok came in shortly after, “I’ve got the cut. Seungmin’s mad, cussing at everyone saying it’s cheating.”

“Says who?” Jin scoffed making Hoseok shrug, “No one. Jungkook won, everyone could see Seungmin was instigating and now he’s mad he got his ass handed to him.”

He chuckled as Jin took Jungkook’s gloves off and the mouth guard fell to the floor. Jungkook grabbed a t-shirt ignoring his wounds as he stood suddenly. He grabbed his things and like confused idiots you all rushed after him.

The place was still bustling with drunk energy and Seungmin’s voice was heard over it all.

“Take him out the ring and I’ll fucking beat him.”

You stayed a little behind as Jin tried grabbing at Jungkook but he just pushed him off.

“I call rematch and I’ll take the money and his bitc—“

Okay, well now you knew what he had been telling Jungkook. Jungkook turned Seungmin around but before the guy could react, a hard fist was colliding with his nose. Screams erupted, some urging the fight, some calling security. This entire time Jungkook had been silent with only a deadly look in his eyes. You gasped loudly when the guy threw Jungkook off trying to get on top of him but Jungkook wasn’t letting him. His fists weren’t stopping and they were covered in blood now.

“Jungkook!” You didn’t know what else to do. You couldn’t just go in and stop the fight like an idiot but you didn’t want Jungkook to do something he’ll regret. Jin seemed to be thinking the same because he did try and get Jungkook off only to be shoved aside.

Suddenly, security was there, picking Jungkook up with an arm around his neck locking him in. He fought against the hold once Seungmin was sitting up spitting out blood but Hoseok cut in. You didn’t know he was the one in charge of it all but it made sense now.

“Enough!” He yelled out, “If you’re not inside that ring you’re not fucking fighting or your asses are done!”

You walked to Jungkook practically feeling the heat radiating off him but you tried being gentle as he fought against the security still, “Hey, Jungkook.”

He couldn’t even look at you, eyes set on the guy and before he could stop himself he was lunging for him again catching security off guard and accidentally releasing him. Seungmin fell into a group of people when Jungkook did it again. You covered your eyes blocking out the yelling as they tried getting him off.

This time security wasn’t so nice, picking Jungkook up and throwing him on the ground making him gasp for air from his injuries. You immediately went to him, “Stop, please, can you please just stop.”

You didn’t notice you were crying as Jin helped Jungkook up and silently dragged him out. Jungkook was mad even as you made it outside.

“I fucking told you not to come!” Jungkook yelled, “I told you Y/n.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you apologized, making Jin shove Jungkook into the passenger seat. “Stop acting fucking crazy or I’m leaving your ass here and taking Y/n home.”

You had the keys with you, hurrying to start the car so the two of you could leave but Jin was at Jungkook’s window. You rolled it down for him and the look on Jin’s face was saddened.

“Hoseok took half the cut for fighting outside the ring.”

“What?” Jungkook asked sitting up in his seat. Jin just nodded, “Took it, man I told you not to act out.”

Jungkook took the amount that was in Jin’s hands counting it up before cursing. It wasn’t nearly enough, not for everything. It wasn’t even enough to pay his family’s bills. When Jin pulled back you took the opportunity to drive but you didn’t take him to his place.

You were struggling when you pulled into the parking spot in the hotel parking garage and dragged him out. The garage was connected to the side of the hotel so you took him in the elevator as far as you could go and went up. As long as you avoided the lobby nobody would no how badly your boyfriend was beat.

He was silent now, all the pain finally hitting him at once and he felt hopeless. All that was for nothing. He won but at what cost? He let his emotions get the best of him and he yelled at you. Fuck, why did he do that? He couldn’t even apologize, it’s like his mouth had been sewn shut and look at this. You’re having to drag him yourself because he can’t walk himself. How pathetic.

When you got to a floor you found a cleaner and called to her as you got onto the right elevator hiding Jungkook against the wall, “Take a first aid kit to my room.” Everyone knew who you were and you couldn’t risk Jungkook being seen and your father being notified. The woman just nodded, running off already and you went to your floor. Jungkook didn’t say anything about coming to your place instead of his. He would’ve if he wasn’t trying to faint.

It didn’t take long for the first aid kit to get to your place and he followed you in.

He didn’t feel too awful but he was embarrassed. He didn’t even want you looking at him. His eye is practically swollen shut but thankfully it wasn’t the side with the piercing on it. He could still feel some blood on it but he had to force himself to ignore it as he followed you to your bathroom. You were bent over running the water in your overly large bath tub. You directed him to sit on the marble side of it and he did as told. You reached out to pull his shirt up but he stopped you.

“I can do it,” he mumbled looking down, “I’m fine.” You tried getting him to look and he wouldn’t but when you lifted his head he turned away making you frown, “You sure?”

“I don’t want you seeing me like this,” his voice was raspy, “Fuck I’m sorry baby, I’m so sorry for yelling at you earlier.”

“It’s okay,” you said, holding his face gently, “But look at me, please.” It took him a second but when he did you released a sigh. You had a warm wet cloth as you began cleaning his eye area, “I’m here.”

He looked at you close to tears. “You don’t have to do everything alone. I want to take care of you too,” you said, making him sniffle. He shook his head, “I always do it alone, it's okay.”

“It’s not,” you said once he was finally undressed. You checked the water and poured some bath salts in and urged him to get in. He was naked in front of you but you couldn’t look at him, he didn’t want you to see all the pain he went through even if he says it’s not that bad. You sat on the edge of the tub waiting for him to get in and he did so shyly. As he sank into the warm water he looked back at you, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you in the car. I’m sorry you had to see me like that, okay? If you don’t want to be with me because of it I wo—“

“You won’t what? Stop me?” You asked cupping water in your hands and letting it run over his body, “So if I tell you right now that I don’t want you, you’ll just leave without a fight? You must not like me that much.”

“I love you,” he blurted out, happy that he was facing the wall instead of you but he would rather have you in here with him, “That’s why I wouldn’t stop you from leaving me. I’m not good enough for you.”

“Says who?”

“Y/n be serious, please,” Jungkook released a sigh turning to look at you. Now that he’s more cleaned up his wounds don’t look so bad but his eye was still swollen and his knuckles were bloody, “Look at me. Look at what I did tonight and where I live an—“

“I am looking,” you told him with your hands in his hair wetting it, “And tonight made me realize that I’m in love with you. I don’t care about where you live, I don’t care about any of that.”

“But I do,” he said when you started tugging your skirt and sweater off. Yes, he wanted you in his arms in this tub big enough to fit four people, but he didn’t want to just think about himself. He wanted you to know that he understands how different you two are and if tonight scared you, he understands why. He was a monster.

“Why?” You asked, sinking in across from him, “Why do you care about that stuff if I don’t?”

“Because it’s not enough for you. I want to give you so much of myself. I want to treat you the way you deserve to be treated and I can’t,” Jungkook said honestly, voice cracking here and there, “I’m not good enough, I fight to make money and look what happens. I can’t control myself, I yelled at you for no fucking reason and I hate myself so much.”

“Because you yelled at me or because you don’t think you’re enough?” You asked cautiously, making him shake his head no but he didn’t even know what he wanted to say. Yeah, he strongly disliked himself. He worked his ass off and it was never enough. He never had enough money, enough food, enough restraint, stability, or love.

You were careful when you leaned forward placing a soft kiss to his jaw, “I know you didn’t mean to snap. I know your buttons were pushed. I know you were stressed out and I don’t blame you at all. If I did I wouldn’t have you here with me. I don’t know how much more direct I have to be for you to see that I care about you so fucking much.”

“I don’t care about money, or yelling or any of that shit, I care about you and how you make me feel so safe because I know my strong boyfriend will beat the shit out of anyone who talks about me,” you said making your tone lighter at the end and he almost cracked a smile. He would never let anyone treat you any sort of way. That’s true.

His sore hands were holding your waist now underwater trying to pull you onto his lap. Though he’s been hit a few times in the gut, the place he was most hit was his face. His lip was pulled between his teeth, “My fighting scared you.”

“No, it didn’t,” you confessed, “What scared me is knowing that guy could do pretty much anything to you and it wouldn’t be breaking the rules.”

“I know,” he said, agreeing with you. It was getting extremely dangerous. If he gets hit in the head any more times he’ll get punch drunk before he’s 26. It’s not the fighting that’s the problem it’s where he’s doing it that is, “But as embarrassing as it is to confess to you, I need the money.”

“I understand baby, I’m not saying anything about that,” you told him honestly, running your fingers through his hair, “But it doesn’t have to be this way.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I agree with Jin,” you told him making his brows furrow as much as they could. “If fighting is what you’re good at and you want to fight then go ahead. It shouldn’t matter what anyone thinks unless they’re here caring for you instead of putting more stress on your shoulders. I know your family doesn’t like you fighting and honestly, after tonight, I didn’t like seeing that but it’s not because I don’t support you.”

“It’s because I do, that I want you to have better opportunities in a safer, more regulated environment and not some dingy ass fight club,” you told him with a kiss to his shoulder blade, “So I think you should think about going professional. Jin and I have good connections everywhere and with the right training you can get really far. But if you really don’t want to then I won’t ask anymore.”

“You think I can do it? How am I gonna have time to train when I’ve got to make money,” Jungkook asked, suddenly thinking about it. You were a lot more convincing than Jin but maybe it’s because you’re so loving—and naked in his arms.

“I’ll help you with mon—“ “No,” and he was unconvinced, “I’m not taking handouts. I’m sorry baby but not from you. You’re my girlfriend, you’re not supposed to have to let me borrow money. I want to be able to take you out and spoil you and I can’t if—“

“It’s not a hand out, it’s your girlfriend wanting to do things for you because she really loves you and wants you to be at a point in your life when you’re not stressing over every little thing,” you told him. He shook his head, still unconvinced. He can’t. He can’t. He loves you too much to put his worries on your shoulders. You pressed a kiss to his collarbone, “Besides I’m not saying you won’t be able to do it on your own, I know you can.”

“What I’m saying is that you don’t have to do it alone, and if it’s not money that you want help with that’s fine but don’t shut me out because you’re scared of relying on someone else. You’re too used to being the one dealing with your problems and everyone else’s. I want to be the one you have in your corner.”

“So I should go pro?” You nodded making his eyes dart around in thought, “I’ll still be fighting but I know now it’s because I like it.”

“Yes but you’ll be doing it as safe as can be, I don’t want you to go into a fight like this again and the guy do anything he can to get you down,” you told him and he looked up at you.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“I am… I am asking for your help,” he struggled to get the words out but he did, “Because I don’t want to keep living the way I am, barely surviving and having to do dangerous things to get by. The reason why I never considered it is because I wouldn’t have the time or the money or even the support but I have you now.”

“You do,” you smiled, “And even if it doesn’t work—it will—but if it doesn’t, I’m still going to be here supporting everything you do.”

“I love you,” he blurted out looking in your eyes, “So fucking much and I’ve never felt like this for anyone else. I’m just sorry you have to see me like this.”

“Shhh,” you pressed your lips to his, “I love you too.”

You gave him a chaste kiss, “But we need you training on defense asap.” His brows furrowed as you continued, “I’m serious, you’re a good fighter but when it comes to blocking hits you suck.”

The two of you laughed lightly at that. It was true. He was a street fighter only using his fists to fight but when it comes to defending himself he’s not so quick. Hence why his face is usually the most damaged. His fingers sunk into your sides, “You gonna be my new trainer, baby?”

“Maybe, I know my way around a fight.” “Mmm, you’re gonna have to show me some moves but not in the ring.”

Your eyes rolled playfully, “Not tonight, you’re probably tired after your rounds.”

“I could still go for another round or two.”

“Are we still talking about fighting?”

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a/n oooo not a boxer jk. still debating how I feel about the fic but it was fun to write

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[misseviehyde]

I HAVE NEVER

It was your bullying step-brothers idea to play a game. You just wished you'd never listened...

Jordan was the bane of your life. He was stronger, taller and more attractive than you. He seemed to take a perverse delight in ruining everything in your life and when you finally got a girlfriend you could sense his jealousy.

You weren't worried though. Jenna was sweet, delightful and funny. She hated 'Alpha-Males' like Jordan and was deeply in love with you. She was best-friends with your twin sister Kate as well and the three of you got on so well.

One day the three of you were hanging out when Jordan entered the room carrying a bottle of vodka.

"Hey nerds," he grinned, "wanna play a game with me?"

"Not really Jordan, go away," sighed Kate folding her arms under her small breasts and glaring at him. "You're such a douchebag, we don't want to play anything with you."

"Awwww, what's the matter? Don't wanna have some fun?"

Placing the bottle down, Jordan opened it and grabbed four shot glasses. He poured out the vodka. "Come on losers, I'm bored and this will be fun. I bet you pathetic dweebs have never played 'I have never'."

I didn't want to play anything with Jordan, but strangely I found myself being drawn towards the shot glass the same as my girlfriend and my sister.

"That's it losers - you can't resist playing with me. In fact - you can't resist doing everything I say from now on."

A strange befuddlement seemed to throb through my head as my hand closed on the glass. I could see Jenna breathing heavily and Kate as well as they grabbed their glasses.

"Now then bitches, I'm gonna say something and if you have never done it before, you have to drink and then do the thing I'm saying."

"Th...that's not how... the game... works," groaned Jenna struggling to speak as a strange lethargy swept through her.

"It's how my version works losers - now then. I have never had my tits enhanced."

A strange tingle ran through all three of us and I found the vodka rising to my lips. I drank it and placing it down watched Jordan fill my glass back up.

The fiery vodka burned my throat and then my chest began to ache. I looked down and watched in horror as my t-shirt began to bulge and swell. My nipples were rock hard as my pectoral muscles bulged out and then became soft pliable flesh. Two round, perfect globes swelled out - big fat fake tits causing my t shirt to rip and tear. I could hear female moans next to me and saw that my sister and girlfriend were undergoing a similar transformation.

"H...how?" groaned Kate as she cupped her massive new tits. She had been relatively flat chested before, but now she had a fine pair of teenage milkers and she looked great.

"Just a little magic to spice things up," grinned Jordan. "All three of you look so much better with this big tits. Now then 'I have never shaved my pussy bare."

I felt the vodka rising to my lips again and I drank it. My cock tingled and a delicious feeling of inversion and sucking seemed to happen. My crotch was now flat and smooth - a pretty pink pussy where my cock used to be.

"Haha, this is cool," laughed Jordan. "Now then, I have never worked my booty out to become a PAWG."

All three of us drank again and my whole body ached. I could feel my ass swelling up and my body shrinking. Toned muscles rippled under my skin as my hips cracked out. I looked at Kate and Jenna - they looked like hot little gym bunnies now just like I did.

"Okay sluts - you're looking good, but we can do even better. I have never had hair extensions, fake nails, eyelashes and a tan."

My body ached and as I raised the vodka to my lips again I saw I now had cute white nails and smooth tanned skin. My short hair was now long and blonde, I could feel it tickling my shoulders. Long slutty lashes projected from my eyes and I could taste lipstick on my transformed face.

I had nearly become fully female.

"Yeah, that's it bitches - you look so much better. The bottle is nearly empty. How about one final round? I have never been a horny, popular, bitchy slut who only likes hung Alpha-males."

All three of us drank, the empy glasses tumbling from our hands as we shook and giggled. My pussy throbbed and my brain ached as I felt new urges and desires pulse through me.

I'm a slut... I'm a bitch... I'm popular. I wanna fuck Jordan, I love being a slut for him... ohhh fuck yeah.

My clothing transformed as did Kate and Jenna's. All three of us were now dressed in sexy lingerie. The three of us were mean little size queens now, sluts for bully cock. I felt my pouty pink lips twist into a dumb grin as I played with my hair.

"Like... I am sooooo drunk and I'm fucking horny. Jordan, please will you like let us suck your cock?"

Jordan smiled and unzipping his fly flopped out his big fat cock. Me and my slutty friends sank to our knees, our mouths wet. Mmmmmh, he was so good to us.

"Fuck yes. My step-sis and her slutty friends. This is such a better configuration," he crowed. "Maybe one day I'll turn you back so you can appreciate how much of a slut you were for my cock. Then I'll turn you back into this bitch - she's better than you ever were."

I had no idea what my hot step-brother was going on about. I was too busy sinking my cherry pink lips around his big cock and starting to suck as Jenna began to rim Jordan and Kate kissed and made out with him.

Glug... glug... glug...

THE END

"Mmmmmh, that's it girls - I have never had a threesome before and this is gonna be a blast..."

As I felt Jordan's cock slide deep down my slut throat, I gurgled happily. Mmmmmh, I loved playing games with him...

[tiredmamaissy]

Ok but just imagine Lo'ak being really into boobs so he finds himself a human girlfriend with big mommy milkers and one day he asks her to let him fuck her breasts?

-🌵 (hope this one's free)

'big mommy milkers' i'm crying 🌵

🔞 mdni 🔞

"so squishy." lo'ak mumbles, admiring the fullness of your breasts as he rolls your nipples between his fingers.

he's always been intrigued by the size of your breasts, fondling and sucking them whenever he got a chance. at nights he would snuggle into your bosom, inhaling your natural scent as he dozes off. he'd always make the occasional comment about how they're big enough to fill out his hands - even though you're human.

"lo'ak..." you moan softly, closing your eyes to savour the feeling.

he takes his time kneading your breasts, squeezing them together and admiring them touch one another - admiring your cleavage. oh, how he just wanted to slide his cock between them and thrust until he cums on your face.

"mm - wanna fuck them." he mumbles under his breath, mesmerized by the way your nipples stiffen under his fingertips.

"mmmn. hmm?" you moan, back bowing against the bed as his bulge presses against your clothed cunt.

"let me fuck them. please." he begs, unwrapping your legs from him to lightly seat himself on your stomach.

your eyes pop open to see him untying the knot on his loincloth. his cock, slick from his own precum, springs up, leaving a glossy spot behind on his stomach. his firm balls press against the bottom of your ribcage as he positions himself closer to your breasts.

"please." he repeats breathily, using a thumb to press his length against the dip of your sternum.

you smile, realizing what he's asking of you. "go ahead, my love." you say softly, squeezing your breasts together for him to slide in between them.

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

Cult of the sacrificial lamb ♡

a/n: there is no actual lamb cult, I just like the title 😭 nsfw, mentioning their cock and titty sizes lmao

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★poka and juniper the Valais black nose's: the twins are inseparable. You need to bathe one but it's not the other's bath time yet? Suck it up then, 'cause they're both going in the tub now. No guarantee you won't get splashed with water. Poka is colorblind, and juniper is.. interesting. Who knows what's wrong her. The only way you can tell the difference between them is through their eyes. Who's blind and who isn't.

Physical appearance: they're both dark skinned with loosely curly black hair. At this point you should give them a haircut. Juniper has green eyes and poka has blue eyes. Juniper is 130 lbs, while poka is 120 lbs. (Juni's packing some pretty big milkers, DD cup bra. Poka got a 6 incher) 5'5

★violet the harri: violet is a little violent. Her name suits her. Kinda. You could be busy doing your chores and she'd tackle whoever decided to come within a 15 foot radius of your location. She likes to bite too, they out multiple muzzles on her only for her to chew through them. She's only ever docile with you, kinda. Just ignore the multiple bite marks around your arms.

Physical appearance: B cup, 140lbs, white long hair, pale as fuck, and violet eyes, 5'3

★azucar the Columbia sheep: I was hesitant to put azucar here since she's 17, legally a minor. I won't do any nsfw content with her because it makes me uncomfy. She can be the sweetest hybrid you ever met or the meanest. No in-between. Her moods flip like a light switch, unpredictable. She'll cuss you out in Spanish and then t-bag you. Talk about a hormonal teenager

Physical appearance: c cup, 137 lbs, curly white hair, pale skin, black eyes, 5'4

★wehrner the American black belly: he has daddy vibes, like he could bend you over his knee and spank your ass because you didn't address him as 'sir'. Bastard. You often catch him shamelessly fapping behind a tree in the fields, even when you freeze and stare at his impressive dick he doesn't stop, instead, inviting you to join him. And that's the story of how he got the cone of shame.

Appearance: 8 incher, 150 lbs, 5'7, long black and brown hair, grey eyes, peach skin, large horns curled around his ears

★Sally the angora goat: 'it's earthworm Sally! Carrying diseases from Florida to Cali!' That is her theme song fr. She's been fooling around with the neighboring farm's ram's so much you doubt she isn't carrying a couple STDs and maybe rabies too. Although she is very bubbly and cheerful, she just starts so much unnecessary drama with the other animals

Appearance: curly long white hair, pale skin, red eyes, D cup, 120 lbs, 5'6

★opal the Tennessee fainting goat: she's so tiny, and mean. She bit your ass and chest so many times you're always looking around your surroundings before entering the fields. Although recently you discovered a rather popular way to stun her and run away

Appearance: black straight hair (I bet she has split ends), peach colored skin, tiny horns on her head, 90 lbs, 4'10, A cup

★sasha the Australian cashmere goat: Sasha is quiet and stoic, but she doesn't hesitate to step in Incase somebody wants to start a fight. She's Kim's second favorite female (you're the first ofcourse)

Appearance: fluffy platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black eyes, small horns sprout from her head, B cup, 152 lbs, 5'9

★kim the dutch landrace goat: Kim can either be your angle or your debil. Yes that misspelling was intentional. More than once has he tried humping you, even convincing the girls to try and help him, except you keep running away. STOP RUNNING AWAY. Is it so bad he wants to impregnate you with his children!?

Appearance: long silky black-blond hair, bro is ripped, large horns curl around his head, 160 lbs, 5'11, 7 incher

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[gojosatorailme]

How Lookism characters would eat you out

- Daniel, vasco, zack, gun, goo, Dg

Daniel Park

He’s a virgin. Cant expect much homie

I’d expect him to be a quick learner so he’d look at you throughout it, very experimental with it

Soft kitten licks soft kitten licks soft kitten licks.

Oh? You like it here instead? Okay! He’ll go crazy 💯

Id see him as quite shy and nervous as he wouldn’t know what he’s doing though he’d get more comfortable and confident with reassuring words!

As he gets more used to it you’ll be in tears

Soft and sensual licks, his face buried inside you flicking his tongue the way he knows drives you crazy

UI Daniel on the other hand… a menace. Absolute menace.

Forget walking bby you’ll forget how to think all together

Goodluck soldier

Vasco

I LOVE VASCO

WHYRE HIS BONKERS SO FUCKING HUGE????

He’s so cute I feel like he’d be so dumb and lick the left flap

Like I KNOW he’d do smt wrong by accident bc the poor guys just so confused

Somehow has a charm to him like somehow

Maybe it’s bc his milkers are so large you get delusional or maybe it’s bc his abs are all sweaty and he looks hot but theres SOME CHARM THERE

Vascos so cute

Would put your release before his like it’s a priority he’d put the burn knuckles on the line for it

Wants to make you feel good so teach him the way and he’d do wonders

Zack Lee

Stop joking honey hes a taken man

Keep scrolling home wrecker 🤬🤬

joking he’s also in the virgin gang ^^

Whole worrywart

He’d ask if he’s doing this right, if you feel good, or literally anything

I see him as a body worshipper or like he’d be into praise

Pls tell him he’s doing a good job

Very sweet I love zack

Still a taken man tho keep scrolling boo 😒

Gun

Would he even eat you out or would he get straight to pounding your brains out let’s think for a second

Have a strong feeling he’d be so aggressive

Strong and power licks. Like not even kidding

Have you seen his body maybe he does tongue workouts too u never know??

You want him to go slower? He’ll go faster. You want him to go faster? He’ll go slower. You want him eat you out at all? He’ll dip.

He’s such a menace for what

yk how he takes glasses off during fights? He does it while eating u out and I find it so oddly hilarious

Imagine he outs the glasses on and somehow gets turned on by it GOODBYE

Slaps ur genital area?? He’s mean. He’s just mean.

This is supposed to be like nsfw but it’s a parody atp I feel like gun was such a leash kid it’s so funny HE PROBS BIT A TEACHER IM FALLING IT IDK

He’ll go feral on u 💯 dick in or tongue in idc he’s a beast

He’d degrade u Roo like calling u a little slut for being turned on by how mean he’s being with u

Goo

HES JUST LIKE GUN BUT MORE GOOFY??

WOULD HE EVEN EAT U OUT FOR FREE?

Better get the bag before u think abt getting his tongue

u silly thing

He’d laugh idk and the vibrations would make your eyes roll back and ur all shivering

Would lick the left flap. But on purpose.

Teases u on purpose hes just so mean

he would listen to u either like no going fast hed go slow no going slow her go fast HES JUST LIKE GUN MF

Dg/James Lee

……….

Theres a lot to say but a lot not to say.

Eye contact. Mega eye contact.

Him as James Lee? A menace. I mean it’s already Canon that he’s a menace so why do u think he won’t be one in the bedroom?

ur so silly!

He’s James Lee the living legend of the first gen that’s know to be the best at literally every fucking thing HE WON POETRY LIKE MAD RESPECT IM SO BAD AT POETRY

If he’s good at everything he’s probably a god in the bedroom

ITS ALSO CANON HE HAS A BIG DICK

Maybe I’m biased and I love James but. Yeah.

You’ll be screaming, crying, fucked out, and all but keep going u got this!

him as DG however…

The same. Literally the same.

Both would be such a tease.

Also part of the mean group those little fuckers

He’s so unexpected to like could he giving u small kitten licks one second and the next his tongue is faster than flash like in being so fr

To conclude, he’s a god in the bedroom and I’d like to experience it first han-

The sex legend

[aangell333]

sirius black smut alphabet

sirius black x reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

sirius is a very giving man, he likes you to be happy at all times, so of course he’s going to run his baby a nice, warm bubble bath. no matter how tired he is, he never fails to clean you up after a good night

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

although sirius loves all of you, he adores thighs. I will stand by this statement until I die. he just loves them, they look good in anything. his main reasoning is that no matter what you wear, he can see your thighs. he’ll constantly have his hand on them or be gently running his fingers along them

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

loves to see his cum anywhere on you. on your ass, chest, stomach or leaking from your hole, he loves to see it

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

sirius would love to fuck you in a broom closet in between classes. having to keep you both quiet as he fucks into you against the wall. the risk of anyone walking past and hearing you. he loves the adrenaline rush, but still wants to keep your dignity

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

this goes without saying that this whore knows what he’s doing. he knows exactly how to get you turned on, get you wet and then get in his bed - or on his bed, he can never wait to get under the sheets and wants to see all the action happening

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

anything. anything where he can fuck you raw is his favourite. but he does like cowgirl; making you do the work until you can’t fuck yourself on him anymore and he thrusts up into you and shows you how to properly fuck. oh yeah.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

if something like a zipper gets caught or someone struggles with their clothing then he’ll share a giggle with you, but he mostly likes to stay serious and dominant in bed

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

is always scared that too much hair is gonna scare you off so makes sure to shave. he still keeps a small patch and a happy trail just above his cock as it makes him feel like a man, but everything is well-groomed

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

likes to be rough and dominant with you but can be slow and sensual if you’ve just come back from a sweet date or a romantic walk

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he likes to jack off when he knows you’ll find him. like when you’ve arranged to meet in his dorm and you walk in to find him jacking off. he’ll make you sit and wait, needily watching him with a wet core

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

d/s dynamics, choking kink, size kink, corruption kink, tit fucking, thigh fucking, SKIRTS, tube tops (even if you got big mommy milker tits that can’t fit in them properly)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

mostly in bed but has so used remus’s prefect privileges to sneak into the prefect bathroom to fuck you on every surface in there and in the water

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

a lot of things. you in a skirt, seeing your body in any way, anytime you do something that jiggles any part of your body. just you in general, tbh

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

knife play, blood play or cnc. finds it uncomfortable and weird (sorry if this is your thing)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

both. he likes getting sucked off but lives off of the sounds you make when his lips are around your clit. you taste so good to him and you are his girlbreakfast, girlbrunch, girllunch, girlsnack, girldinner, girlmidnight snack, girl3AMmunch

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

like I said earlier, it depends on how his or your day has gone. if you had a nice date, he’ll be sensual and romantic. if you’ve had a shit day and just want someone to fuck your hate for the world out of you, you won’t be waking for weeks

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

sex is sex to him. anytime he can hit it, he’ll hit it. even if he doesn’t get off, he just wants to be inside of you. it doesn’t matter if he only gets to feel your tight walls for two minutes or two hours, he’s taking whatever he can get

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

if you want to try something, he’s game. unless it’s something that will put you in danger, then he won’t do it. and he’ll only do anything that would hurt you (knife play and such) if you were desperate and he knew what he was doing

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

this man does not know the meaning of the word ‘tired’ when it comes to sex. he could come home absolutely hanging from a rough day and want nothing more than to sleep. but if you’re waiting for him to fuck you, he is wide awake like a motherfucker on crack cocaine

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

he wouldn’t own any toys as he’s too confident in his own abilities, but if you had some or wanted to use some, he’d happily oblige. anything to make his baby happy

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

this man invented teasing. he is awful when it comes to teasing. if he had it his way, he would spend all night teasing you just to hear those pretty sounds and whines you make

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

he grunts and groans, y’know the usual. but one time, you asked him to whimper for you. he hated it but, god, he sounded beautiful

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

is obsessed with the idea of stuffing you full. with anything. his cock, his fingers, his tongue, a dildo, a vibrator, a plug. anything. sometimes, he just cockwarms you because he loves the idea of you being stuffed full. in addition to this, he once came in you and then plugged you up to make sure nothing spilt out

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

big. long. girthy. and he knows how to use it. this is one of the reasons he became such a whore; he knew he had a big dick and that came with a lot of confidence

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

he IS a whole sex drive. pedal to the metal, he always wants it. it’s part of his personality, part of his soul

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

once he’s cleaned you up, made sure you’re happy and tucked you into his arms, he falls asleep pretty quickly. he falls asleep quickly anyway, even without sex, so this is no different

my first post!! hope you guys enjoyed this one x

[lekkkkz]

Can you do a sub Jack Howl with Male Reader? I mean, we all just want to play with his tibbies, right? Like bite, pinch, massage, pull, anything really. And maybe slide our dick in those tittes too? And he would let out the cutest whimpers. And when you call him out on it being the tsundere that he is will deny it, but his tail wagging say's otherwise. Bonus Points we fuck him to oblivion. The faces he would make would be so cute. Big blush with tears in his eyes, tongue out. Hell yeah.

JACK HOWL X MALE READER TOP

《 Fuck tits, feminization ¿? (mention of precious only once) nipple play and anal penetration》

‐minors DNI

Jack is very sensitive in his tits, and more if you play with them, you tend to bite them when you're stressed, you like to play a lot, but who can help it? They are so delicious to look at, you can't help but put your lips around those big milkers.

Like right now.

You have your lips around her left nipple, while your hand plays with the right one. His cheeks are red when he sees how you suck, as if you could get milk from him.

His moans are so heavenly, music to your hates, you really want to fuck him hard against the mattress, but first you'll fuck his tits.

Your lips released her swollen nipple with a little "plock", you could see your saliva around it, really appetizing.

—Well honey, you won't mind me using your pretty tits for a while, will you? — he could only let out a needy moan in response.

Jack watched as your pants fell slowly around your ankles. His mind was off, so he didn't notice when you were already straddling his chest.

— Alright honey, now squeeze those pretty titties for me — with cheeks burning red she did as you asked, holding her tits together.

The friction around your cock was good, urging you to move, slowly you started to move your hips, wanting to go slow.

Jack watched as your cock came out from between her tits, the pre-cum ran down his chest and neck, seeing this scene made him stick out his tongue, wanting to taste your cock in his mouth, have your semen on his tongue.

Your eyes saw this, causing the movement of your hips to increase, wanting to cum all over her pretty face, moans came out of your mouth, from the sensation of her tits around and her tongue caressing the head of your fat cock.

The knot in your stomach was about to burst.

— Keep it up beautiful, I'm about to paint your pretty face — a moan left your pink lips.

Jack upon hearing this squeezed his tits more, and continued caressing your tip with his tongue.

You couldn't take it anymore and you let go, cumming on his face as you promised, Jack felt your hot semen running over his face and chest, his tongue licked around his mouth, tasting you, you were sweet, maybe because you eat a lot of fruits, especially strawberries, your favourite.

A satisfied sigh left your lips, a goofy smile forming on your pretty face.

—That was really cool — you said slowly, barely coming off your high.

You slowly got off him, taking a breath, Jack cleaning his face with the wet wipes you left near him, watching as you searched for the lubricant to prepare it, his cheeks blushing more knowing that he already prepared himself beforehand, so you wouldn't lose time to prepare it.

With a trembling voice I speak to you — No preparation will be necessary — when he saw that you were looking at him, he quickly turned away — I did it before coming to your room —

With a soft smile you approached him and kissed his cheek.

—You're so cute, baby—

—I'm not —he answered in response to what was said.

—You're a fool Tsundere— you said caressing his ears.

—No, stop saying that— He denied it, but his rapidly wagging tail says otherwise.

You moved away from him, to settle between his muscular legs.

— Okay honey, are you ready to be fucked hard? — your words provoked a grunt on his part, you letting out a giggle in response to that.

He wraps his legs around you, eagerly waiting for you to slide your cock into his stretched hole.

You slowly start to get inside, feeling her walls flutter around you, clinging tightly to your weeping cock.

Jack lets out a breathy moan as you bottom out, your hips flush with his ass, your fertile cum-filled balls crashing into him.

He moves his hips, already eager for you to destroy him completely, leaving his hole full of thick and hot cum.

Your hips begin to move roughly, leaving your caring side behind, fucking him hard as he wanted, the sound of slapping fills the room, hinting that a lewd act is taking place inside it.

You lean your body against him more, holding his hips tighter, fucking him faster, harder, he squeezes his walls more in response to the movement.

— Get ready baby, because I will fuck you all night, until I leave you full of my semen.

JSJAJAGSHD An apology for answering until now, I was really busy, besides procanistar, but hey, here is your request honey, I hope you enjoy it.

An apology for the spelling and grammatical errors, apart from the lousy english, I spoke spanish xdd

[dumplingsfordays]

titty lover!welt hcs

Welt Yang x fem!reader

genre - fluff

cw!: reader's titties are thicc, welt and reader are in a relationship, protective!welt, he might be lowkey addicted to ur bosom, super fluffy

note - I am a firm believer in titty lover!Welt. That is my only concrete hc for him and I love it lmao. Also I think that my writing is kinda devolving into (cough) smut (cough) so I might write a cute lil boyfriend fic later 👀

And as always, thank you for reading :))

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titty lover!Welt who would sell his soul just to squeeze them bazongas once. Them mommy milkers. Them beautiful boobies. You're kinda concerned that he's your bf only because you got big titties but he always denies it-

titty lover!Welt who loves kneading ur titties in the early mornings if you slept in his room. Everytime he does so, you'll wake up to his large, calloused hands gently caressing your soft chest.

titty lover!Welt who uses you as a reference to practice his anatomy skills, but always ends up sketching your bosom. He can't help it - it just looks so perfect, how could he not be distracted?

titty lover!Welt who gets a little more protective of you if you're wearing a low-cut top in public. He will never make you wear something you don't want to, but he consistently finds himself wrapping a hand around your waist to show that if he catches anyone staring at your boobs, he'll teach them a lesson after you two finish your walk.

titty lover!Welt who can't stop staring at your soft breasts. Almost every time you talk to him and your chest is even partially showing, his eyes will keep darting between your beautiful eyes and your titties as you try to explain to him that he's staring.

titty lover!Welt who uses your bosom as a pillow when he's exhausted. He'll come into his bedroom to see you on the bed, patting the sheets so that he can lay down beside you. He plops down onto the mattress, burying his face in your mounds and hugs you while you pat his head and ask him about his day.

titty lover!Welt who loves you - he really does, and loving you also includes loving them boobies. He often claims (in private, of course) that "titties are love, titties are life."

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Welt be like

[morgana-ren]

He seems to indulge them a little more than he would anyone else

He definitely sees them as something more than he should, whether he admits that to himself or not. He saves them on several occasions, tries to interfere if you get sent to hospital or prison. He gives more attention and care to PC than any other of his charges. So What do you think Bailey sees the PC as? What he views their relationship as?

(Bailey is definitely someone with a lot of power in this town, even the Mayor seems scared of him, theres absolutely something more going on with him than just main antagonist, hopefully they expand more on his character soon!)

At first, I was thinking because the PC is obviously the best money maker for them. A little cash cow under their control. It's in his best interest not to let people have their way with you for free, or know that they can get to you in any way that doesn't involve going through him first.

But in truth?

He protects you before that's really the case.

(Realistically, from the game dev's point of view, it's meant as a soft block to keep you from fucking up too badly and ending up somewhere you aren't prepared for and ruining your game before you're ready. I know that.)

When you're an S tier beauty with massive mommy milkers and a can that could make pringles jealous, it's understandable. You're his best little orphan. His prized product. He's got buyers coming through left and right vying for a piece of your ass, and he tells you as much constantly.

(Though... Avery will pay you a lot of money-- almost all of what you pay Bailey, and he does it willingly, so it's not out of the question to think that someone has offered Bailey more than he charges you, but he has turned it down for... one reason or another.)

But what about when you're just a cute little thing, barely big enough for your boots and getting your bearings? Not really sexy or even appealing yet-- just kind of benign and adorable. Sure, he extorts you, and he's a cruel, ruthless motherfucker, but by God, does he bear teeth trying to defend you.

And he gives you four chances. With Robin, it's one payment out, and he sells them off. With you? He's easy by comparison. You don't get off scott free by any means, but he doesn't just sell you to the dock workers.

He openly admits attraction to you when you fuck him, and not just recently either. Straight up admits it.

"You were always the best looking little bitch."

He's not saying you're the best looking little bitch now that you're impaled on his cock, or even recently, but that he's always noticed your allure. On some level, he's always been aware of his attraction.

Implies possession. Like this is something he's thought about and contemplated. Like he's always claimed it, and known that it was always his to begin with. Like it was only a matter of time.

Not something a typical caretaker usually does, me thinks.

Did I, Bailey? Or did you? Was this inevitable to some degree? Cause it seems like it's been weighing on your mind for a while. Seems like you're trying to convince me— or yourself— that this wasn't your choice. That it was mine.

Want me to remember you fondly? Or with pleasure? Or knowing that the first time was yours and there was never any question or choice, and that I will always belong to you, no matter where I end up?

I think it's a lot more complicated than he lets on— and he hates it.

Obviously they can't have you seducing the main antagonist or else you'd lose the drive of the game. Bailey is the thing that keeps you working and grinding and playing. Having him soften and open his heart would fuck that unless it was replaced with something else.

But in my mind? Bailey is watching and waiting. Repressed and about to burst. A few careful, tactful actions like you've done before and it might unlock something you're not entirely ready for.

His love wouldn't be soft, or even pretend to be sophisticated like Avery. It's fierce and hateful, with hands that bruise and teeth that bite and chains that constrict. You ruined him, and he'll ruin you in return. If he can't bear to let you go, he'll extract value from you himself.

(let me dream, Vrel, let me dream.)

[anchoeritic]

ok kells, maybe this is too niche but: what abt tonowari and/or jake seeing you gain weight?

maybe while ur preggs, maybe not, but he just gets super attracted to you. your thighs start to get bigger, your hips almost wider, and you just seem all the more ready for some hot, full breeding by papa bear;

and u can tell he's into it too, bc he starts to try and get you to eat a bit more; hand feeding you, or sitting you in his lap as he watches you eat all of daddy's hunted food. and then when he fucks, he starts to grope you even more; hands smoothing and grabbing over your thicker thighs, curvier ass, and cupping your tummy aaaah 🥹

pls tell me ur thoughts mooty i need to know. i need some tonowari smut abt this that isn't my own i'm legit sick of my own hcs lmao

i genuinely love the shit out of this. 🥹😩

and whenever you two are in a lil sexy mood, he tends to grope onto your titties more bcs they’ve become so plump over the last few months of you carrying his baby. big emphasis on ‘his’ baby. he loves knowing that he was the one that bred you and impregnated you.

his favourite position during sex with you pregnant is reverse cowgirl but with him sitting up straight so he can put his arms around your body and just rub your belly while you’re bouncing up and down on him. idk if there were mirrors on pandora after the war but… imagine riding jake in front of that very mirror and he’s just staring at your tummy through the reflection, telling you how much he wants to knock you up again for the second time.

BUT he doesn’t only think of how the baby came to be, but also during. i know he sucks on them titties, idc. these men got a big thing for mommy milkers.

speaking of mommy milkers, they love suckin’ them dry. sometimes you’ll have their head on your lap or smth and they’ll casually just be gropin’ on your tits and sucking them. it could be a casual thing too.

and he tells you everyday how much he can’t wait to meet your little one and make another one right after.

[lostlovesoul11]

[MILF HUNTER]

Pairing: Haechan X Reader

Warnings: Smut, oneshot, milf reader, use of mistress, age difference(legal), very switch energy, sexting, tension, flirty, oral receiving (m/f), humiliation, praise, dirty talk, sex toy, solo masturbations, degradation, fucking, neighbour, darcphilla, orgasm denial, breeding, squirting.

Word count: 7k

18+ only no minors!

meant to be posted last month but whatever.

Summary: what happens when the local milf online lives in your neighbourhood?

Did you know, women in their 30's are the horniest... they fuck like no other," Jaemin licks his lip as he reads through the article on his phone.

"Yeah their libido increases as they age, something to do with their hormones levels." Renjun adds further, "They call it the women sexual prime time."

Haechan immediately perks his ears up upon this information, eyes fixed ahead at his two friends giving him new information he's never heard of.

"Which basically means I should find a milf right now." Haechan shoots out with a smirk. He's unapologetically himself.

"Oh god," Renjun replies.

"Can't say I didn't expect it," Jaemin responds back at his friend with a chuckle.

After a conversation with his friends, Haechan surely had to test it out for himself. He just can't stop thinking, thinking of how eager and horny women could get. Was it true? Thoughts appearing in his dazzled mind.

He gets his laptop from the table, taking it right to the bed with him. Leaning back in a comfortable position, he opens up his search engine. Typing away to find websites and scrollin down before he comes across one specific site.

www.hotmilfsinyourarea.com

Interesting he thought, as his brow raised up in curiosity. One thing about Haechan was he had many tastes in people. He's pretty open minded to newer things, new experiences.

Fingers almost rushing to click on the said link, opening up a whole new different world. Haechan scrolls through the variety of Milfs that are designated on the site, waiting to be approached. Fuck there's so many options, he thought. Scrolling away before his mind stops, his eyes squinting as he focuses on a particular name, AngelMilf00.

The image was a cropped body shot in a dress that hugged both breasts well. Easily a size DD. This piqued Haechan's interest for sure, after all he loves himself some milkers.

He began to read through the bio about Angel clicking at every image that was possibly posted. One thing he loved was how immaculate the lighting was. Really emphasising on those voluminous large breasts. There was body shots against a white wall, back arched as her perky ass was on display. The white wall brings more attention to the features. However her face was still hidden. That was still a mystery. But for now Haechan's cock is growing through his pants, expediting.

His cock already aching for some action. Those images of Angel sent an immediate blood rush to him. Imagining her being bent over and ass being covered in redness, fuck. His hand pressing down his bulge, letting out a tiny groan before removing his pants and boxers, exposing his hardened cock.

Hand gripping on his cock when he begins to stroke upwards and down, he lays slightly back. With his other hand he types up a quick message.

Hyuck66: hey, quick question. those milkers a size DD? he asked.

AngelMilf00: hi! oh wow you're actually correct. She responded.

Hyuck66: I guess you can say I know my things well, especially my favourites, he replied.

AngelMilf00: definitely. I'm guessing your also into milfs with big tits? She asked.

Hyuck66: i mean, fuck yeah. I don't discriminate. I love me all kinds of women, you know.

AngelMilf00: nice. So tell me, can a young guy like you keep up all night? Use that cock well enough?

Hyuck66: I'd keep you begging for more, hun.

AngelMilf00: I like the confidence.

*sends incoming tit pic*

AngelMilf00: gonna touch your cock for me?

Haechan doesn't need to be told that twice. Sexually frustated as ever since he got home. His cock already grew larger while scrolling to your images on the site. Except this time, the image sent was not online. It was sent specifically for him.

She has her tongue darted to the side as a cheeky grin is across her hidden face, breasts begging for air. Wondering how many cocks have cummed all over them, fucked them in between. He noticed Angel had a birth mark on the right side of her tit. Hot. Imagine giving her hickies all over that body... fuck.

"Wanna feel those cock sucking lips so badly...." he murmurs to himself. Speeding up his pace, sweat rolling down his forehead as he approaches his end.

AngelMilf00: enjoy the mini. I gotta go now, don't miss me too much.

And just like that she left. The poor boy hissed, palming his cock and stroking furiously until his hands covered in the wet coat.

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"What you up to mom?" Haechan asks entering the kitchen, trying to find himself some snacks to indulge in.

His mom looks up as she puts the remaining food in the basket. "Oh this is for our lovely neighbour who recently moved in. Thought it'll be a nice welcome gift. Would you like to come with me to give this?"

Haechan opened up some sweets as he put some in his mouth, "i can't Jaemin texted me earlier to come over at his place." He replies, not really interested in seeing who the neighbour is.

"That's okay, maybe next time then. Oh and invite Jaemin over for dinner, don't forget!" She responds, watching Haechan walk out of the kitchen.

"Will do mom."

Bro remember that girl I told you about last week?" Jaemin sighs, rubbing his temples from how frustrated he is because of her.

"Ah yeah she's hot but crazy," Haechan responds, fingers on the controller as he continues to play the game on screen.

"She's too annoying."

Haechan continues playing until he won the game, stretching himself as he leaned back, "Block her, you know what, I'll even give you that chicks number I got from last week."

Jaemin brings out his phone at the suggestion and hits the block button. Grinning at Haechan for his kind offering. "You really something else. Got all the girls hooked fr," he laughs.

A small smirk forming from his mouth, Haechan responds, "what can I say, I'm a ladies man after all.

"So what happened with your milf search?" Jaemin asked.

"Shit, I forgot to tell you. I actually spoke to one online. Her names Angel, she got me acting crazy.."

"What, no fucking way!"

"Yeah, i know right. I might ask her to meet up sometime. She seems to know what's good."

"Well that was quick,"

"Not quicker than you busting in that one chick you had sex with last month!"

"HAECHANNNNN-"

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Jaemin didn't live too far from Haechan, so they both walked back on the streets as they closely approach Haechan's house.

As they both walked, Jaemin saw Haechan's mom standing nearby as she spoke with someone. Unable to see clearly, they walked more, until...

"Yo, Haechan isn't that your mom over there?" Jaemin stops at his tracks causing Haechan to stop also.

"Yeah, I think some new neighbour moved in recently so she went over there." He shrugged, walking ahead of Jaemin.

Jaemin catches up to Haechan as he walked, "imagine if that neighbour is hot though," causing Haechan to snort.

"Yeah right. Probably an old fart as usual."

He wasn't really focusing on who and where the neighbour was, clearly uninterested on what's going on. But Jaemin stopped almost immediately, perplexed at the sight ahead.

"Uh, I don't think so..." Jaemin utters slowly causing Haechan to look at the shock on his face.

Haechan turns to his left before he speaks up, "What you mean-"

Shocked. Bamboozled. This can't be real for sure. How is a person like you even here? Better yet, the new neighbour! There's never particularly anyone remotely attractive that lives around here in Haechan's mind, however you, you're different.

You was smiling away as you spoke, The way the wind blew against your hair, pushing it back to only expose those gorgeous large breasts. That shirt did not help at all for Haechan's imagination, almost getting squeezed by both breasts wishing he was between those. The way those jeans fitted right against your body, emphazing on the perky full butt you have.

Haechan can almost feel his cock throb, damn. One thing about Haechan was he can get whoever he wanted. Girls would beg for his attention, fall for him all the time. In his mind, he knew he wanted you as soon as he laid eyes. But will you also fall for this charmingly confident boy too?

"Dude.. she's so fucking hot," Jaemin uttered, almost shocked how a person like you are even living here. "That's a total milf right there, how do you get so lucky.."

Haechan smirked, scanning you all over, "Shit, I'll tap that..."

Once dinner was over and Jaemin left, Haechan could finally fix his issue from earlier, thanks to his lovely neighbour.

He scrolled back on to the website, remembering the last time he spoke with a milf, except she ended the chat rather fast. This time he needed to release, he needed more.

Hyuck66: hey

AngelMilf00: hey there, missed me?

Hyuck66: of course, you left me hanging before.

He's right. Angel abruptly ended the conversation whilst he wanted to go further, that did annoy him slightly. Normally women throw themselves at him, never once has anyone left him hanging except Angel.

AngelMilf00: well, I was busy in my personal life. And I thought a guy like you needed to be tamed a lil.

Hyuck66: guy like me?

Haechan wonders what impression Angel has of him.

AngelMilf00: well, you're pretty confident for a young guy.

Hyuck66: does that intimidate you?

One thing about him is he's very confident, which majority of people love. So he's curious to know what Angel thinks. Is he too straight forward? Is that what she likes? Or not?

AngelMilf00: oh, no, of course not. I'm just not used to it, normally guys want to be dominated.

Hyuck66: who said I can't be both?

It's true, he can be both ways. Something about Angel he wants to dominate so badly yet be submissive towards.

AngelMilf00: how many times did you cum the last time we spoke?

Hyuck66: like, a total of 5 times.

Angel didn't say anything else about that. However, the image that was sent by her, Haechan has used for his wank material for hours.

AngelMilf00: all that cum for me?

Hyuck66: i have so much, I'd shower you with all my cum if I could. Make sure every hole sucks my cum right in.

He ain't lying, the amount of times he cummed because of that one image of Angel's breasts, having to change his sheets because of how much his load was falling.

AngelMilf00: such a good boy, always making sure your mistress owns your cum, right?

Hyuck66: yes

AngelMilf00: yes what?

Hyuck66: yes mistress

This is new for Haechan but hearing this just makes him want to be submissve and do exactly what she expects. He bites his lips hearing how much of a good boy he is. He loves praise. Ha.

AngelMilf00: then why the fuck of are you stroking your cock right now? You think im stupid?

Hyuck66: fuck I'm sorry

Shit he gasped. Angel knew him well enough to know its exactly what he's doing. He's stroking his cock right now.

AngelMilf00: are you really sorry?

Hyuck66: yes.. mistress.

AngelMilf00: then don't you dare touch your cock right now.

Haechan groaned. Hes so turned on and his cock is twitching for more touch. It excites him yet frustrates.

Hyuck66: okay, mistress.

AngelMilf00: tell me what you think of doing with me. Want to stretch my cunt out? Can your small cock even do that?

Hyuck66: i keep thinking how pretty your cunt is, more so whilst my cock slides inside. I can't stop thinking how your tight cunt swallows my whole cock in.

AngelMilf00: i can fit my whole fist up my cunt, think your cock can beat it?

Hyuck66: I'd like to think so, mistress

AngelMilf00: slap your cock right now.

Haechan swallows before his hands were raised as he gave a tight slap, causing a stinging pain almost immediate, hissing to himself.

AngelMilf00: is it red?

This just causes him to get even turned on, being denied to touch himself yet he can slap his cock.

Hyuck66: slightly

AngelMilf00: keep slapping it until it gone red

Hyuck66: h-hurts...

AngelMilf00: good. It's what you get for thinking your useless cock is even good enough for me to use. Pathetic.

Blood rushes to his sore cock, veins pertruding out hardening as each second passes. He can't hold himself much longer. He's so whiny and it hurts, he just keeps moving his hips as he lifts them up, imagining fucking Angel's tight cunt.

Hyuck66: fuck

Hyuck66: can I please cum??

Hyuck66: can i use a toy..

AngelMilf00: what kind of toy?

Hyuck66: its a... artifical vagina..

AngelMilf00: what a desperate little bitch. I bet you even made holes in your wall just for that small cock to get action.

Hyuck66: i don't deserve you but can i please use it???

AngelMilf00: God you're the biggest loser ever. Hands not enough for you?

AngelMilf00: how long have you been using it for?

Hyuck66: it's not enough. I'm such a loser it only feels good when I'm inside a hole..

Hyuck66: i wish I could fuck your hole mistress

Hyuck66: I got it a few years ago... I don't use it much now but I'm so fucking horny I need to fuck a cunt badly

Hyuck66: Please mistress 🥺

AngelMilf00: Take a video of yourself fucking into it and send it straight to me

Hyuck66: thank u so much Mistress

Fuckkk.. he bite down his lip, enough to cause a bleed. The humiliation of his old little secrets just makes him grow harder. Impossible for him to even finish himself off with stroking. It's not enough, sweat running down his worn out state. He needs a cunt, a cunt to fuck all the way in and burst his load.

He places his phone at the perfect angle, making sure his lower body parts are all shown.

Haechan rushes up with his sensitive cock, desperate for any kind of touch. He's had people to fuck all the time But for now he has no one, having to improvise.

Getting up towards his drawer, managing to find a toy he's kept well hidden. A time were he was so desperate (down bad) he ordered an artificial vagina just to feel his cock in something tight, sucking him all the way in. What a fucking loser.

He hits the button Record and begins.

He puts it in place. Fingers wetting itself in his saliva before he shoves them inside the artifical pussy. Precum already fell below, making it extra wet for access. Bringing hips forward, pushing his hands on the toy when he makes an entry.

"Fuck mistress..."  he gasps while his remaining inches push through. He feels like he's in heaven right now, being allowed to feel pleasure after being restricted. Although not being  Angel itself, his thoughts can't contain themselves, betting this is how good being inside Angel would feel like.

"Your cunt feels so good... ah..." Closing his eyes as he sways his hips forward, this time increasing his speed. He grunts hard, cock twitching wishing it was Angel.

He whines ever so loudly, his balls are hurting as they smack against the toy. Over extering his power by leaning ahead further, trying to fuck himself quickly as he aches.

"You're so nice to me Mistress," he grunts, speeding his pace like he's fighting for his life. Body covered in full sweat. "Letting me fuck a hole with my useless cock," continuing fucking into the hole savagely.

He's so fucking desperate to cum, his body is bolting into a shock. Cries are coming out of his mouth unable to control himself any longer. He's so ready to burst his load.

"Fuck," he cries out loud biting his lower lip. God he sounds heavenly even when he cries. You can only imagine how beautiful he looks with tears.

"Mmh, c-cumming, c-cumming Mistress..." he bit so hard into the pillow ahead of him, twitching all over once he released his hot cum. Even after he let out his cum inside the toy, he still pushes his cock inside of it. Not being able to get enough of the feeling. Forrcing his cum to stay put as he imagines watching it inside of his Mistress's pretty cunt.

Hyuck66: *sent a video*

Hyuck66: god, that was the best release I've ever had

Hyuck66: my cock still hurts

Hyuck66: i wish it was your cunt instead

Hyuck66: I've never had someone do this to me.. i really liked it Angel

AngelMilf00: I'm glad I got that side out of you baby boy

AngelMilf00: you did so well for me

Haechan felt so exhausted, after having to use his all energy just to release. He never thought feeling humiliation would feel this good. And boy did he love the praise afterwards, grinning hard at the message sent by Angel. Hes so happy she's pleased.

Hyuck66: thanks angel

Hyuck66: i gotta go now

Hyuck66: hopefully we'd speak soon

That was the last message he sent. Weared out by the activity, rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower.

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Holding your grocery bags all at once was probably not the smartest thing to do, causing struggle as you lost grip of them. Great, you thought.

Just as you're trying to grab a hold on a few bags, you see unfamiliar footsteps approaching right towards your direction.

"Need help?" A sweet voice was raised, causing you to lift your head up. It didn't help that the scorching sun was out today, hitting your eyes having to squint at who was in front.

A tall man came in to your peripheral. Legs for days, wearing mid length shorts exposing his thickly thighs. Eyes scanning towards his upper body, straight to his face. His face was illuminating beneath the sun, accentuating his beautiful features. He was a very handsome guy, you thought.

"Sorry, Yes I'd be glad if you could help," You laughed, shaking off your thoughts feeling ever so awkward. Which idiot even picks up this many bags at once? You sighed.

Just as he leaned down, his gaze almost met with yours. You don't know why you felt awkward, eyes looking at everything except him. Feeling shy out of nowhere. Continuing to pick up the remaining bags, until he his hand stopped you.

"It's fine I can hold them for you," bringing his hands forward to take the bags away from you, "I have muscles for a reason," He joked.

You didn't even realise your eyes lingering on his arms as he grabbed most of the groceries. He certainly looks like he goes gym often, you ponder. You managed to break your thoughts and walked over, finding the keys in your purse to open the front door.

You opened your door as you walked inside your home, the boy behind with all of your groceries.

"You can put them on the counter," you spoke out, watching him carry all your groceries putting them directly on it.

"By the way, what's your name?" You questioned.

"I'm Haechan," the cute boy spoke.

"Well thanks Haechan for helping me pick these up." Returning a warm smile.

"My pleasure, a beautiful woman like you shouldn't be carrying heavy things," Flirting right at you.

Beautiful.

It's been days since you've thought of gifting Mrs Lee sonething.

You've been in your kitchen preparing some brownies to offer Mrs Lee for being so sweet and welcoming since you moved in. A kind gesture from your side to return back.

Finally managing to finish them, putting them inside a container. You grabbed hold of it and started walking out of your house straight to Mrs Lee's home.

You reached her porch and knocked on her door a few times, waiting patiently. Figuring she wasn't home since no one opened the door, you decided to walk back, until a door opened.

Haechan smiled widely at the sight ahead, "Well hello there," Leaning on to his door with his messy bed hair, looking attractive as ever.

"Hey," you spoke until you realised who's at the door, "H-Haechan?" You had no idea Haechan was living right next door to your house, neither do you have a recollection of him saying he's Mrs Lee's son. It felt weird but yet a part of you liked to see him once again.

"Ah you're probably surprised, I actually live here," Hand brushing over his soft hair, realising he forgot to mention how he lives right next door to you. "But I'm happy to see your pretty self again," He flirts, leaning against his door with his arms crossed, watching you with a sly smirk.

Feeling flustered hearing him complimenting you once again, fuck. You look down and remember the reason you came here for.

"Actually I wanted to bring these," handing over the container to him, "For Mrs Lee and you." Although they were initially for Mrs Lee, however that's changed now.

"Mrs Lee has been very sweet so I thought i would return her a gesture," you smiled. Handing the box of brownies you made.

Haechan got his hands forward as he reaches for the container, "Oh thanks, made these yourself?"

"Yeah," you replied.

"Then I'm definitely having a taste," licking his lips as he tilt his head to the side, eyes shooting up to you, "Wanna come in?"

You didn't expect Haechan to invite you inside although you knew Mrs Lee, you haven't ever visited inside. It's okay you thought, it's just your neighbour right?

"Uh.. o-okay then," you smiled as you walked in to the house.

"You have a really nice house by the way," you say, as your eyes travel to every part of the home. It was well maintained and clean, hearing some background tv noise playing on inside. You kept strolling around the place.

Your eyes perk up to a portrait of Haechan and his mom. You see where the looks come from, he's undeniably beautiful. You shift your eyes back to him, "Is it just you two in your family?" You asked hesitantly, maybe it wasn't your business but you felt curious to know more.

Haechan walks by your side as you stand there, eyes glued on the image ahead. "Yeah it's just me and my mom," He adds, "It's cool though, I have a lot of cousins and friends living near me, so I don't feel anything less."

You didn't want to further ask any questions since it's not really your business. But having Mrs Lee as his mother, she seems to play both roles fairly well. It must be nice to have people around you, you thought.

"Why did you move here?" Haechan asked, curiousity of what a person like you are doing here. You don't seem to have anyone you live with or any family. He wonders.

Breaking out of thought, you responded, "For a fresh start I guess." You chuckled slightly.

"Bad relationship?" He questioned, surprising you how he guessed that immediately.

"Yeah, my ex wasn't the best after all. Cheated on me with some younger girl," you spat. Haechan's eyebrows raised in quickness at the allegation. Its surprising to him, you're drop dead gorgeous. Clearly that man must have been on some form of crack.

"Ouch," trying to sympathise. "That must have hurt."

"Mm," you breathed out. Not really wanting to get in to the details of how it truly made you feel. You're way over that stage of life now.

Having no idea that Haechan's eyes were glued on to you throughout the whole conversation.

"It must be lonely for you not having someone around," Sounding like he wishes he could change that for you.

You shrugged, "it can be sometimes but I'm okay with it."

"It's a shame," he cooed. Almost like he's making fun of your phlight which made you furrow your brows.

"And why is that?" You spoke, well yes it was a shame what happened but you cant change the past. Frankly you give no shit about what happened.

He looks straight ahead as you both stand, "Whoever that guy is was a fool. Real men now better." Its hilarious how someone like Haechan says these things, he's a young guy after all. What does he know?

Your face turns to the side where he stands straight, eyes fixated on him as you speak, "Know what?" You don't know why you even thought its wise to ask that from someone like him. Maybe you wanted a start, a start of something...

He tilts his head as he looks straight at your curious state, gaze almost turning darkly, leaning in as his finger pushed back the hair fell across your face, tucking it behind your ear gently. "That woman like you deserve to be fucked, fed and bred."

You froze. Hands tugging onto your clothes hearing the lewd words coming from Haechan's mouth. Mouth slightly opening feeling like the air has been pulled out of you. It was dangerous to ask him such a thing, what did you expect from a overly flirtatious young guy?

You'd be lying if you didn't get some thoughts, imagining how it'll be like to get bred... fucked... No! No! This is wrong. He's Mrs Lee's son. How on earth would she react knowing you think of her son in such ways. But you can't fight the tension that's been lingering since the very first meeting. He's youthful, handsome and so cocky.

You swallow hard before you could even speak, even his touch is driving you insane. "I... I h-have a delivery coming soon.. I should leave now," Trying to think of mere excuses just so you can get out of this situation. The longer you remain here the more your thighs squeeze harder, hoping Haechan doesn't notice what is bundling beneath.

Haechan smiled, "Of course. It was nice speaking to you. I hope to see you soon."

You hate how normal he acts while you become a whole mess infront of him.

Running isn't your forte but god, did you run for your life right there. Finally entering your house as you slammed your door, your back pressed against the cold. What the hell was that? Unable to even make sense of what just actually occurred. Did he just imply that towards you?

Closing your eyes shut as you bite down your lip, wondering how he would fuck. The type that pounds you straight to your next life. Absolutely relentless. You bet he knows exactly what a woman wants. Has he fucked a lot of girls? Has he been with someone older? The way he carries himself shows a sense of pride of knowing everything, such a cocky shit.

Can he handle you? Does he know the very nice neighbour of his holds a quiet secret? The secret how your the complete opposite of you show yourself to be. No one knows why you moved away, except Haechan now. But what he doesn't know is how you dealt with the cheating. Extremely hurt and questioning your self worth. Feeling like you was never good enough.

That was until you came across a part time role doing some online chatting on some sex app. All you had to do was talk and send pictures to a bunch of men online, young or old and fulfill their fantasies on some site.

It helped tremendously, boosting your confidence and feeling extremely desired. You felt wanted and sexy for once. Even met up with a couple who you explored yourself with, discovering a side of yourself you never even knew existed.

You walked over your room, going through your draw picking up one of your favourite vibrators. Maybe you can't fuck Haechan, but you can fuck yourself over his thoughts right?

That's when you got rid of each clothing and threw them on the floor. Spreading your legs only to find a strong aroma hitting your nose, your dripping so fucking badly.

Pressing the level to the highest setting, holding it closely to your clit as it vibrates all around it. Wandering how Haechan would eat your cunt, swirl that tongue of his he always let's out while he licks his lips. The type who forces his face inside your thighs and suffocates. He keeps begging for more, wanting to savour every fluid that comes out of your body..

"O-omg... H-Haechan...." hands touching your entire body wishing it was his, this time it didn't take long to cum. Already being a complete mess.

Your gasping for air, riding out the extreme orgasm thay jolts over your body. Legs trembling as the feeling is washing all over you.

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This aint enough for you having to constantly fuck yourself over him. Its been days. You think maybe finding someone and just fucking the tension with them will solve this lingering issue, right?

You managed to scoop a date online from one of your dating apps, you was always a regular on it until you felt bored. You just need a good fuck that is all, expecting nothing else. That's when you came across Joshua. A well spoken guy who is extremely attractive and has a great personality.

He instantly wanted to see you once you both spoke away, meshing really well together. You gave him the time and address to pick you up, as he really wanted to take you out for a date. And why not? After all it's a great distraction from Haechan, fucking on another dick.

He wanted to see you later in the evening time, leaving you only a few hours to get ready. You showered and dried up, applying your lotion around your entire body. Even massaging your breasts whilst your at it, getting them plumped up. Once your done, you start looking through your closet until your eyes fell on a dress. Opting for a tight hugging dress, emphasising on to your beautiful curves.

You kept looking directly at the mirror, in awe how godly you looked right now. Waist snatched, dress complimenting each body part. Getting just in time ready, quickly applying your favourite perfume all over yourself. Applying lipstick just before you leave the house. You knew you looked good tonight.

Joshua parked outside your house, sending a message of his arrival. Your face lit up once you saw the text and begun to walk over your door. Finally. A part of you was nervous, what if Haechan was outside? What would he think? But you brushed those anxious thoughts off.

You walked out of your porch, until you heard someone call you. Please don't be Haechan...

"____ you look beautiful!" Mrs Lee spoke, eyes gazing your entire body before looking back up, "what's the occasion? A date?" She raised a brow.

You let out a slight giggle, thanking God it was someone else who called. "Thank you Mrs Lee. Yes, I'm going on a date."

"Oh he's going to be mesmerised once he lays his eyes on you, I hope you enjoy your date."

"Thank you," you smiled politely. If only she knew the reason why you're going on this so called date is to fuck your frustration over her son.

---------------------------------------------------

You arrived home not long ago. You had a great time over all, Joshua took you out for a nice meal which he paid for then you both had some car sex. He was a great fuck, you loved every second of it. However, you still feel this ache between your legs. Your mind yet again going back on to the flirty young neighbour of yours.

Wondering if it was Haechan fucking you instead... Nope. Not again. Head already hurting just be the thoughts of it. It'll probably never happen, or is it you just don't want it to happen?

That was until you hear your door bell ring. Who the hell would it be during this time? Walking up until you opened the door, eyes widening in surprise to see who is standing at the door, Haechan. The same person you've been wanting to avoid the whole time coming at the possible worse timing ever. It's like he just read your thoughts, feeling completely suffocated in his presence.

"Woah... you look gorgeous."

The first thing he uttered, only to cause your cheeks to fluster at the said compliment. It happened every time, whenever you came across Haechan he always managed to make your cheeks flared, hotness emitting from it. But he always had something to say and like usual he complimented. Not thinking to highly of it.

"That dress hugs your figure really well. I like it on you." His eyes linger down longer, Another compliment yet again. You had to make sure he was alone, you looked over him to see if there's a sign of anyone else there but it was full of silence.

"Thanks Haechan," you shyly responded being infront of his dark gaze. Before you could say anything else he spoke up.

"Can i come in? I wanted to talk to you."

"Sure," you said, walking letting enter as you close the door from behind. You walk towards him in the living room as he stands.

''So what did you want to speak about?"

"How was your date?" He shooted right away, curiosity in his mind. How did he even know?

"How did you know I went on a date?"

"Ah, my mom mentioned it earlier, said you looked stunning, which I don't doubt," Licking his lips as he gazes down your body.

"Ah it was fine..." you spoke as you looked down. You didn't want him to be here right now. Feeling the ache between your legs hitting you more. As much as you wanted him, you know how to separate your job between real life, which is why you always tried to avoid him whenever you came across. Which is why you fucked Joshua 2 hours ago.

"Your date got really lucky", if you was mine this entire outfit would be ripped off as soon as I laid eyes on you." Somehow he boldness coming from his words like never before. Was he drunk or something?

"Haechan, stop. This is really inappropriate of you." You snapped back.

"Oh fuck sakes. He sighed annoyed. You should know by now what I think of you. The filthy thoughts i have of you in my mind..."

"I think you should leave."

"I don't think you want me too," He smirks walking over to you. Your mind puzzled with thoughts, not realising your going down towards the kitchen counter as you hit behind it. His hand one the cold surface locking you in. "Think I haven't catched you staring at me all the time?"

He leaned in so close to your ears, with a small whisper, "Think I didn't notice the way you squeezed your thighs together that day _____?

"Nonsense," you spit.

"What's nonsense is how bad you want me to the point you had to go on a date with another guy just to fuck. Bet you thought of me when he fucked you huh, wishing it was me. Even playing with that wet cunt of yours, I know you think of me too..."

"S-stop..." you plead. Shutting your eyes to avoid eye contact. Feeling like he'd see you falter and the act of how you truly feel will come out.

"Why stop when it's only right? When we both want this? When it feels so good..." whispering into your ears

He was right. Suprised to hear the truth behind his words. You've been gawking at him ever since, lewd thoughts consuming your mind throughout the day. Fingering yourself for nights.

His knee comes between your legs as he spreads them open, watching how you slowly grind over them desperately, "You love this."

"What do you want Haechan?" Looking straight ahead watching how he leans in even closer to proxmity.

"You know what I want," the boy utters a whisper besides your neck leaving a cold sensation, causing a shock to your body that you aren't used to.

"But I can't.." you desperately sigh. Closing your eyes wide shut. The placement of his lips felt so good yet you just couldn't, it was wrong. What would happen if his sweet mom found out?

"You didn't say that during our conversations, AngelMilf00..." he snickered, feeling a smile above your skin he laid his lips on.

"W-what....." you barely managed to utter out being in a state of confusion, eyes opening wide at the shocking statement. A million questions surrounding your mind. Puzzled by his words. How does Haechan know your AngelMilf00? Who told him? How did he know you use that website? How did he find out?

"H-how do you k-know about that...?" You asked nervously, still in utter shock.

"So... wait, you're... Hyuck..."

"66," he finishes.

"Believe me I was shocked myself too. I thought i was being delusional but you have the exact same birth mark on your chest," He points his finger directly on to it. God even his touch fucking feels electrifying.

"I remembered seeing you before and I noticed that mark. But for some reason I couldn't shake it off, the more I saw the picture you sent me, the more I was convinced it's you."

"Mistress.."

Hearing him call you that sent a shock to your body, your cunt barely surviving as its heart beat increases. Fuck. His sweet voice calling you, the times when he was being such an obedient boy. It was him all along.

You gulped hard as you heard him talk. How something so small can expose everything. It's quite ridiculous to even say that allegation, but it was right in your case. It was you after all.

"So thanks to your beautiful birth mark on my favourite set of tits", Eyes flicking down with his fingers wandering down to your breasts, I just knew right away. So tell me sweetheart, Am I right?"

You never would have guessed Haechan would be one of the people you speak with. Still shocked, how that very person you had admired lived right close to you. All them nights of speaking, fucking on your fingers in thoughts of him, wanting him to put you in your place as much as you wanted to do him. And here he is, the man himself.

"F-fuck.." you slowly muttered, breath getting hitched up before speaking up, "Y-you're right Haechan."

Haechan chuckled, doing that hot habit of his when brushing his fingers in his hair, grinning so hard."I can't stop thinking about you, how good you'd take up all my cock inside your cunt. But I can't stop thinking how much ur dripping underneath this pretty dress."

"Who said I'm dripping?" You retorted, with a half grin across. The lies told by you is ridiculous. Knowing damn well your wetter than ever at this very point yet the brat in you wants to not admit it.

Haechan extends his hand on your thighs before his fingers swirl up towards your heat, causing you to bite your lips. "So if I just put my hand under your needy cunt you're telling me you won't be dripping of wetness?"

He's not stupid. He knows how his touch drives you insane just by seeing your reaction, leaving a small whimper.

Ever since he's entered in your home, He can't help but think what flimsy material that dress is. Easily ripping apart. Leaving nothing to his imagination, hugging your curves so tightly.

You grab hold of his hand tightly, stopping him from entering inside, "I guess I should teach you other ways to find out, don't you think baby?"

And here comes the side of yourself which Haechan always wanted to experience, for once finding someone who counterparts and puts him right in his place, happily.

"Then teach me," Haechans voice drops lower, face pushing down towards your heaving chest as he looks up,"Teach me how to make you feel good mistress..."

"Sit." You demanded.

All Haechan has ever acted was being cocky for his own good. You know what will put him in his place right now.

He kneels down as he gazes up, eyes turning from dark to soft in an instant, like a stupid little puppy waiting for his treat.

"You got quite a mouth on you, you know that?"

"But I-.."

"Shut the fuck up. Did I ask you to speak?"

Pulling your dress all the way up only for Haechan to see you have absoutely nothing on underneath. Your bare cunt is just dripping with slick, throbbing for touch. Spreading your thighs wide enough, pulling his face closer to nozzle in between your thighs.

Shivering from whats happening, he squeezes his own thighs in pleasure. His cock hurts so so bad. But he wants to please his mistress.

His lips launch around the folds, slight hair which prickles his face. You love the feel of his fat pink lips going all across.

You grab on to his soft hair only to pull it vigorously, an indication for Haechan to keep going. He can't even pause for any second to let out a breath. You want to cum. It's a need, a necesscity.

Grinding all over his gorgeous slick filled face, you slightly squat your thighs on to his cute nose as it hits the clit. Wanting him to feel suffocation, the only way to serve you is being close to giving up entirely. His hands tighten against your thighs, red marks arise having his fingers firmly pressed into your skin. A sign of struggles, you can hear his groans. His face being filled of your cum and his own tears, looking the most beautiful ever.

Thighs burning so badly, moving away from his nose, you move your hips all his mouth. The gush of his own saliva splattered all over. He fucking loves eating pussy, he just wants to take you all in, being all kinds of nasty with you.

"Look so pretty with a cunt on your face, Keep going and you might get a treat," You praised, moving your fingers on his around his cheek looking down at the desperate little bitch who would do anything to please his mistress.

Haechan loves hearing praise, knowing he is doing such a good job. It further excites him by becoming aggressive with his sucking, his tongue spreading over your folds before he shoves them deeply inside your cunt. Making you tremble as the pleasure begins to overflow your entire body.

"K-keep going," you breath out with a moan, mouth opening wider each time he swirls his tongue around, inserting it in and out. You knew your approaching your end very soon as your body continues to shake tremendously, legs aching not being able to remain stable.

You have your hand on the kitchen counter for support, spreading your legs further just to feel his desperate tongue slurping all the way down to your ass. Running your own hands to your breasts, you tightly squeeze and pinch your nipples. Knowing how much he admires your breasts you put on a little show for him, as hes not being allowed to touch.

He growls loudly inside of you, veins popping out from his neck ready to burst. He continues to get aggravated. He hates how he can't even put his hand above and fondle your beautiful breasts. Suffering just by watching, cock hardening at each second. You know the look he has in his eyes, he's at his breaking point. You love it.

"Shit, I'm going to squirt.." you shivered as you spoke. You stop moving but Haechan pulls you closer beneath you, his eyes begging for more. He's not done yet, he wants to ride you out completely.

"N-need to be good, I want to consume it all, I wanna be your good boy-, he sniffles in between with cum filled around his features. His eyes almost puppy like, watering with your slick mixed with tears. He looks so cute like this.

"P-please Mistress," he begged so obediently.

"O-open your mouth baby," Releasing once his mouth is entirely open, flushing down the liquid that exerts out from you. Looking below and watching how he doesn't miss a single drop. He enjoyed it so much, still slurping your hole because he loves to give pleasure.

You bring him up and immediately kiss him. Feeling the taste of your own self on his lips.  "Fuck me Haechan," you murmured against his lips hard, bodies colliding roughly.

You love teaching him a lesson, he's always been cockier than ever and deserves to be put in to place. However, you know how great he'd be fucking you, mouthing full of disgusting things. You love to be dominated.

"Gladly," he excitedly states. He knows he won't be able to last long at all and needs to feel being inside of you. Removing his belt, taking his pants half way down, he flips you around against the counter.

He slaps your swollen cunt hard then soothes it with his mouth as he kissed, "Fucking love this cunt," he groans, eliciting a loud moan from your mouth.

He strokes his cock once before pushes it through your abused cunt. You can feel the way all his inches pushed through, his cock felt so good inside you. This is what you've always wanted to feel, Haechan's cock sliding through.

"Mm.. your cunt is much tighter than I thought." he growled. Eyes rolling back feeling your warm cunt. Increasing his pace once he settled in. He sinks lower and lower with his hands over your waist, making you feel all his inches.

"You feel so big in me," you moaned. His cock was a fairly decent size with thick grith. He felt perfect, strecthing out all yours walls already. Like he's made for it.

He delivers small licks over your spine, causing a shiver over your entire body. "Yeah? Giving you deeper strokes, Thought I had a small cock, huh?"

His hands grab on to your breasts, squeezing them before he flicks with his fingers.

Your eyes rolling back, Haechan is thrusting aggressively. You know he felt some way about it but really you just was playing.

"Mmm.." you wince out.

"Those grown men know nothing. You're just a slut in heat. Begging to get fucked," mercilessly fucking you with his other hand finding its way to your clit. Speeding roughly as his hand moves around the clit.

"Your c-cock feels so good..."

Haechan chuckles, "Oh I know it does. That guy definitely didn't fuck you right, needy cunt of yours keeps begging for my cock," Smacking your ass with a loud thud, groaning as he thrusts his hips forward, pushing you on to the cold surface.

Haechan squeezes your throat, balls smacking behind your ass as he begins to feel like he's coming. Fucking you straight animalistic.

"Only i can fuck you this good," ramming his cock faster as one hand is on your throat, tightening as he increases his pace. You can hear his gorgeous loud groans, his drool coating your back as it slips behind you.

"Wanna know something? Getting slower in his pace after the build up, making you wince. "I've been fucking others but I don't even cum in them. Wanna know why?"

"W-why Haechan...." you muffled out

He picks his pace back up, going ballistic with his balls hitting behind, hand grabbing your throat pressing on it roughly, making you suffocate and harder to breathe.

"Because you own my cum. It belongs to only you."

"C-cumming.... oh.... fuckk..." you cried. Your whole body shaking, legs trembling from the orgasmn that just occurred. Rolling your eyes back and loudly moaning, you creamed all over his cock. The feel of his hot cum shooting all over your cunt and owning it was the best thing you ever experienced.

He keeps thrusting his cock inside your wet cum filled cunt, making sure your inside sucks it all in. Swallowing it down.

"Shit.. your cunt felt so good I couldn't help but fucking bust," he looks in awe at how much your dripping.

You loved it. Finally fucking Haechan and getting rid of the frustration building between you both.

You both cleaned up in the shower together, then he left soon after.

Already you're feeling ache down below. But at least now you can call him over and fuck how ever much you wanted.

Texting Jaemin:

Haechan [12.30am] yo u won't believe who i just fucked...

Half an hour after

Angel [1.00am] meet me tommrow

Angel [1.01am] miss your cock

Well that article was true after all.

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[bitterkarella]

Midnight Pals: In the Barn

Harlan Ellison: listen up you chucklefucks Ellison: it only happens once in a lifetime that an author emerges fully formed like athena from the forehead of zeus Ellison: tonight you are going to hear from such an author Ellison: a bold new truth teller who will put you all to shame Ellison: a man named Ellison: piers anthony

Ellison: that's right, piers anthony Ellison: when you hear this story, it's gonna blow your tiny little peanut minds King: Poe: Lovecraft: Koontz: Barker: Barker: so Poe: no no clive Poe: just no

Piers Anthony: ok guys you're gonna really love this story Anthony: just let me top off the tank first Anthony: [huffing a pair of panties like dennis hopper huffing ether in Blue Velvet]

Anthony: ok so there's this earth where a disease has contaminated all the animals Anthony: so people gotta turn to human lifestock Agustina Bazterrica: yes yes Anthony: for milk Bazterrica: Bazterrica: oh yeah i guess you could do that Bazterrica: do they use human livestock for meat too Anthony: what? why would you think about that Bazterrica: it just seems the logical extension to the premise Anthony: Anthony: i guess Anthony: now if there was human lifestock, it would be pretty messed up to have sex with them right Bazterrica: yeah that would surely be a huge taboo Anthony: messed up Anthony: but also Anthony: very very interesting

Anthony: so this guy is a milk inspector and his job is to inspect milk production in different dimensions Anthony: you know, to make sure that nothing unethical is happening Anthony: cuz we wouldn't want to do business with unethical people Anthony: we have really high ethical standards here about that

Anthony: so he goes to the dimension where there's no animals Anthony: BUT Anthony: everyone's drinking milk Anthony: they LOVE it Anthony: it's like a huge thing Anthony: and this guy is all "wow, how strange" Anthony: "i wonder where all the milk is coming from" Koontz: i know! i know the answer! Anthony: no you don't dean, sit down

Anthony: so everyone loves milk Anthony: and there's all these barns everywhere Anthony: where they produce milk Anthony: but what animal is making the milk? that's the question Anthony: the answer is man Anthony: the most dangerous milk of all

Anthony: so they got these human livestock women Anthony: with big milky boobies Anthony: and the milk inspector is all "gosh, if i go into the barn, i might see a naked girl" Edward Lee: i like this guy Lee: highly relatable character

Lee: bro Lee: bro how big are the tits Anthony: oh they're real big Anthony: like Anthony: like big ol' melons Lee: Anthony: something wrong? Lee: no bro Lee: i mean Lee: i mean i guess that's pretty big

Anthony: it makes you think, tho Anthony: is the way we treat animals any better than the way these farmers treat their big mommy milker hucows Bazterrica: do they eat the livestock people Anthony: yeah i'm not getting into that Bazterrica: but Anthony: big mommy milker hucows

Anthony: [pantomiming] big mommy milkers Ellison: goddamn Ellison: you assholes hear all that? Ellison: like the goddamn shakespeare of our time