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He used to put his hands around my waist and tell me “you’re so small!”
My broken brain was thrilled by this ‘compliment.’ In hindsight, it was a threat: “I could break you so easily.”
when Doms use destructive words like "wreck", "ruin", or "break" to describe how they're going to fuck you...
Jungkook
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐌𝐞 🔞
You thought you knew he only wanted sex. He thought you knew he wanted love. Who's gonna break first- and who's gonna pick up the pieces?
Tags/Warnings: PWP, messy sex oop, emotions, hurt & Comfort, major angst, minor manhandling, multiple rounds mentioned
Length: 2.3k words
A/N: someone send help I can't write smut no more I'm sorry
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In the beginning, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Really- it wasn't.
Jungkook and you had been nothing but friends, casual ones that would mostly text and sometimes meet up for the odd takeout and drink at either his place or yours. And then, one day, it really kind of just.. happened.
For you, it was clear that he didn't mean it in a sense of 'hey, I love you' because he litereally told you so straight up the next morning. He'd stood up, got dressed, thanked you for letting him stay over, and made sure to tell you that this wasn't him confessing to you in a fuckboy'ish way or anything. That he was totally 'cool' with just staying friends and nothing more.
You had laughed it off. Had said almost nothing. You just took the hit silently, and let him walk out of your apartment, only to have him return a week later.
And the same happened again. You ate, drank, and end up having sex- and while this time it had been on the couch instead of your bed, it still turned out the same the next morning. He'd leave, thank you for staying over, only to text you a few days later if you wanted to hang out at his place.
And there too, he'd end up with his dick inside you. His bed had been comfortable, even if he lacked pillows for some odd reason. It was still nice. And this time, something was different.
This time, it was you who thanked him for letting you stay over, before you'd left.
The same game, simply with reversed players. Nothing new- it just looked like it. And now, after a year of playing this, you're yet again entangled with him in his bed, though he actually owns a few pillows now after noticing your complaints about his lack of them. You slept in the same bed after all, whenever you'd stay over- and while he hoped you'd at some point at least try to cuddle up to him, use him as a pillow, you hadn't. You'd rather accepted the sore neck you'd get the next morning, instead of showing him any kind of domestic affection outside of sex.
And he's not sure how long he can take it.
There's only so much he can do. So much he can offer. So much he can sacrifice for you.
He's unable to keep his hands to himself, uses them to push your wrists into the mattress below instead as he clenches his jaw, grits his teeth under the pressure of his own muscles aching already. He doesn't know how far he needs to go, how hard he needs to fuck your brains out so you understand that it's him who's making your mind spin. Him who wants to offer you so much more than just his dick down your throat or shoved inside your cunt. He could give you so much more than just purple marks on your skin, could give you a lot more lasting things than just a fleeting bruise.
You just won't let him.
And its agonizing.
He doesn't know what to do at this point to show you what he wants, because your eyes are always closed, no matter what. If not physically, then mentally- you don't ever look at him, never see him, all while he can't look away, has to watch every breath of yours. He knows he's not a perfect guy. He's got his flaws, a lot of them, but that can't be the reason you just won't love him.
Because in your touch, in your kisses, in the way you cling to him, he can feel it. It's not just lust and desire that's making you feel like this, he knows that. He just knows- but you act like there's nothing.
You pretend nothing is going on, you just keep your hands over your eyes and never spot the way he kneels in front of your feet, offering his heart clawed straight out of his chest. As if what you do is nothing but a stale job to get done, something not worth much more effort than necessary. A normal 9 to 5 that pays the bills.
And if that's what this is, he wants to be fired.
Because he surely isn't able to quit on his own.
But that's the thing- every time you give him the chance to leave, he just can't let it happen. And neither do you stay away from him for long either. If he doesn't reply to a message you send him for more than a day or two, you'll call him, worried tone in your voice while asking if he's alright. And it hurts, because he feeds off of those moments every single time like a drug addict, wants and needs your attention and has started to ignore you just to get that reaction in return. He knows it's cruel, that at this point you're more than toxic towards one another, but he needs you.
And it's clear that you need him too- you just refuse to admit that.
"Jungkook-" You gasp out when he pushes himself in deep, arms growing tired from the by now third round of lovemaking he's tied you up in. But he can't stop- he doesn't want to. The moment he's done with you, the moment he lets go, you'll leave.
And tonight, he can't handle that. Tonight is his breaking point.
"Jungkook I can't-" You start, but he instead leans back on his heels, pulls your legs over his thighs, before he pushes his length that had slipped out back in, hips lifting before he gathers the last ounces of strength once more. A hand on your cunt spreads the mess he'd made with you around, thumb pressing and circling over your red and swollen bundle of nerves, pushing you towards one last peak with him.
He knows it's ending. He can feel his muscles burn.
So he uses your limp and pleasure-paralyzed body to his advantage, as he moves his hands to pull your back towards him instead, having you sit on him instead, his arms around you, your face in his neck. He hisses a little at the feeling of your hand tugging his hair, the other scratching his back for just a second, as you spasm once more, core clenching around his by now painfully sensitive cock.
His last orgasm is empty, he's got nothing left to give-
and he notices the way you both shiver, just not from the cold.
And if this is the last time, he wants to be stupid- he wants to be selfish, and he wants to at least pretend for a moment while you're still out of it that he's got you. That you want him even if you're not just fucking.
His lips kiss the salty skin of the crook of your neck, up to right underneath your ear, as he leaves his head there, breathes in your scent. His arms hold you close, length softening inside you, cum and arousal leaking and causing a weird slippery sensation on the skin of his thighs. And then, you try to move. "Don't-" He mumbles, voice hoarse. "..not yet."
You're quiet, feeling a bit panicked. You need him to let go of you, right now. Because the way his hot breath fans over your skin, the feeling of his arms hot around you, the sensation of his body so close is making you delirious. It's causing your fucked up brain to come up with dangerously domestic scenes of a post-sex shower with him, where you both fail to stand up for long enough to get yourselves clean, so you have to rather take a bath and laugh about the trembling of your muscles as you somewhat clumsily make yourselves at home in the warm soapy water. It creates a dream where you sleep next to him tonight, only dressed in barely any clothes so you can feel as close as you can throughout the night, his heavy body clinging to yours at some point, raspy voice greeting you with a good morning the next time you both wake up. It paints a picture of breakfast together, of a playful argument with him about the muscle ache you both have from the excessive amount of lovemaking you both just did.
But it's not lovemaking. You two simply fuck- you don't make love.
"Jungkook, I'm all gross-" You whine, trying to push him, when you suddenly feel it as he holds you even tighter, face resting on your shoulder. He's shaking, but not from the exhaustion of his muscles.
He's crying, quietly, trying hard not to have you notice.
It confuses you. You're not sure what to do, so for now, you just lean into him, rest your own head on his shoulder, and interlace your hands behind his back as you relax. "Don't do that.." He suddenly says, shaking his head and leaning away from you. No you're definitely confused. "I can't.."
"Jungkook what's wrong?" You ask, as he takes in a deep breath to calm himself, hands wiping his face almost aggressively. "What's going on?"
"You should go shower now." He mumbles, not looking at you as he cringes a little when he finally slips out of you, sitting on the edge of the bed, before his hands rub his arms, muscles probably aching already. "Do you need me to drive you home?" He wonders, and you just sit on the bed, watching him.
It's silent, for a good while, until he finally turns a little to look at you.
And you've never really seen anything that physically hurts you so much as his face in this moment, heart dropping down towards hell, ice cold shock running up your spine at the pure exhaustion on his face. But it's not physical exhaustion you see. No- whatever it is, it's something else.
"Jungkook.. talk to me-" You try, but he scoffs, shakes his head.
"I don't want to." He denies, getting up to walk into the bathroom, where he turns on the lights and starts the shower. You feel oddly small in his apartment, weirdly out of place as you look around, surroundings unfamiliar now that you actually look at them. Have you ever really looked at his apartment? Or just the ceiling at max?
Then again, why would you? Jeon Jungkook doesn't do relationships, and you know this because he told you. Numerous times. So why is he so distressed today?
When he walks back out, you quietly wobble into the bathroom yourself, get clean and get out once more to see him already changing the sheets, angrily throwing the soiled one's to the floor. It's clear that something's off this time, and you're at fault- but you're not sure what you've done.
So you just sit down on the floor with crossed legs, butt cold on the ground since you're only wearing panties and a shirt of his you found.
"There's sweatpants in the hamper. They're clean." He mumbles, not sparing you a glance. "You can wear those. I'll drive you home in a second-"
"I don't wanna go home." You say, making his movements stutter.
"What?" He turns towards you, eyes all puffy from his earlier emotional break.
"I don't wanna go home." You repeat. "Not until you tell me what's wrong." You say, and he shakes his head, pulling the bedsheet over the mattress, groaning angrily when it slips up on another corner, undoing most of his work. You, instead, laugh a little, getting up slowly to walk over and help him.
He sighs.
"Why do you want to stay?" He asks, and you look at him as he braces his hands on the mattress, not looking up at you.
"Why do you never want me to stay?" You ask instead, and his brows furrow in confusion, as he finally looks up.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, genuinely confused. "You're the one that always leaves the moment I'm done with you." He accuses, and you stare at him almost offended.
"Excuse me?" You scoff. "Who leaves me while I am asleep after almost breaking my bed twice now?" You argue.
"You didn't invite me to stay, like, ever!" He barks back, now standing to full height again, staring at you.
"Well boohoo, didn't know the prince himself needed a formal invitation to stay in my bed after I sucked his dick!" You huff, crossing your arms.
"What the fuck is your problem?" He asks, and you open your mouth, offended.
"No, what the fuck is your problem?!" You respond back, before both of your faces relax visibly.
"I always wanted to stay. I just didn't know if you wanted me to." He says awkwardly, and you sigh, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt you're wearing.
"And I wanted you to stay, but I.. you said you don't do relationships and all that, so I didn't want to seem clingy." You mumble. "I rather, you know.."
"...took what you offered and never asked for more.." He continues.
"..so I would at least not lose you." You finish, and you both stare at each other for a good moment-
before you both break out in tearful laughter, falling into bed together-
for the first time, actually holding each other throughout the night, and many more to come.
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Jungkook
𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐌𝐞 🔞
You thought you knew he only wanted sex. He thought you knew he wanted love. Who's gonna break first- and who's gonna pick up the pieces?
Tags/Warnings: PWP, messy sex oop, emotions, hurt & Comfort, major angst, minor manhandling, multiple rounds mentioned
Length: 2.3k words
A/N: someone send help I can't write smut no more I'm sorry
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In the beginning, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Really- it wasn't.
Jungkook and you had been nothing but friends, casual ones that would mostly text and sometimes meet up for the odd takeout and drink at either his place or yours. And then, one day, it really kind of just.. happened.
For you, it was clear that he didn't mean it in a sense of 'hey, I love you' because he litereally told you so straight up the next morning. He'd stood up, got dressed, thanked you for letting him stay over, and made sure to tell you that this wasn't him confessing to you in a fuckboy'ish way or anything. That he was totally 'cool' with just staying friends and nothing more.
You had laughed it off. Had said almost nothing. You just took the hit silently, and let him walk out of your apartment, only to have him return a week later.
And the same happened again. You ate, drank, and end up having sex- and while this time it had been on the couch instead of your bed, it still turned out the same the next morning. He'd leave, thank you for staying over, only to text you a few days later if you wanted to hang out at his place.
And there too, he'd end up with his dick inside you. His bed had been comfortable, even if he lacked pillows for some odd reason. It was still nice. And this time, something was different.
This time, it was you who thanked him for letting you stay over, before you'd left.
The same game, simply with reversed players. Nothing new- it just looked like it. And now, after a year of playing this, you're yet again entangled with him in his bed, though he actually owns a few pillows now after noticing your complaints about his lack of them. You slept in the same bed after all, whenever you'd stay over- and while he hoped you'd at some point at least try to cuddle up to him, use him as a pillow, you hadn't. You'd rather accepted the sore neck you'd get the next morning, instead of showing him any kind of domestic affection outside of sex.
And he's not sure how long he can take it.
There's only so much he can do. So much he can offer. So much he can sacrifice for you.
He's unable to keep his hands to himself, uses them to push your wrists into the mattress below instead as he clenches his jaw, grits his teeth under the pressure of his own muscles aching already. He doesn't know how far he needs to go, how hard he needs to fuck your brains out so you understand that it's him who's making your mind spin. Him who wants to offer you so much more than just his dick down your throat or shoved inside your cunt. He could give you so much more than just purple marks on your skin, could give you a lot more lasting things than just a fleeting bruise.
You just won't let him.
And its agonizing.
He doesn't know what to do at this point to show you what he wants, because your eyes are always closed, no matter what. If not physically, then mentally- you don't ever look at him, never see him, all while he can't look away, has to watch every breath of yours. He knows he's not a perfect guy. He's got his flaws, a lot of them, but that can't be the reason you just won't love him.
Because in your touch, in your kisses, in the way you cling to him, he can feel it. It's not just lust and desire that's making you feel like this, he knows that. He just knows- but you act like there's nothing.
You pretend nothing is going on, you just keep your hands over your eyes and never spot the way he kneels in front of your feet, offering his heart clawed straight out of his chest. As if what you do is nothing but a stale job to get done, something not worth much more effort than necessary. A normal 9 to 5 that pays the bills.
And if that's what this is, he wants to be fired.
Because he surely isn't able to quit on his own.
But that's the thing- every time you give him the chance to leave, he just can't let it happen. And neither do you stay away from him for long either. If he doesn't reply to a message you send him for more than a day or two, you'll call him, worried tone in your voice while asking if he's alright. And it hurts, because he feeds off of those moments every single time like a drug addict, wants and needs your attention and has started to ignore you just to get that reaction in return. He knows it's cruel, that at this point you're more than toxic towards one another, but he needs you.
And it's clear that you need him too- you just refuse to admit that.
"Jungkook-" You gasp out when he pushes himself in deep, arms growing tired from the by now third round of lovemaking he's tied you up in. But he can't stop- he doesn't want to. The moment he's done with you, the moment he lets go, you'll leave.
And tonight, he can't handle that. Tonight is his breaking point.
"Jungkook I can't-" You start, but he instead leans back on his heels, pulls your legs over his thighs, before he pushes his length that had slipped out back in, hips lifting before he gathers the last ounces of strength once more. A hand on your cunt spreads the mess he'd made with you around, thumb pressing and circling over your red and swollen bundle of nerves, pushing you towards one last peak with him.
He knows it's ending. He can feel his muscles burn.
So he uses your limp and pleasure-paralyzed body to his advantage, as he moves his hands to pull your back towards him instead, having you sit on him instead, his arms around you, your face in his neck. He hisses a little at the feeling of your hand tugging his hair, the other scratching his back for just a second, as you spasm once more, core clenching around his by now painfully sensitive cock.
His last orgasm is empty, he's got nothing left to give-
and he notices the way you both shiver, just not from the cold.
And if this is the last time, he wants to be stupid- he wants to be selfish, and he wants to at least pretend for a moment while you're still out of it that he's got you. That you want him even if you're not just fucking.
His lips kiss the salty skin of the crook of your neck, up to right underneath your ear, as he leaves his head there, breathes in your scent. His arms hold you close, length softening inside you, cum and arousal leaking and causing a weird slippery sensation on the skin of his thighs. And then, you try to move. "Don't-" He mumbles, voice hoarse. "..not yet."
You're quiet, feeling a bit panicked. You need him to let go of you, right now. Because the way his hot breath fans over your skin, the feeling of his arms hot around you, the sensation of his body so close is making you delirious. It's causing your fucked up brain to come up with dangerously domestic scenes of a post-sex shower with him, where you both fail to stand up for long enough to get yourselves clean, so you have to rather take a bath and laugh about the trembling of your muscles as you somewhat clumsily make yourselves at home in the warm soapy water. It creates a dream where you sleep next to him tonight, only dressed in barely any clothes so you can feel as close as you can throughout the night, his heavy body clinging to yours at some point, raspy voice greeting you with a good morning the next time you both wake up. It paints a picture of breakfast together, of a playful argument with him about the muscle ache you both have from the excessive amount of lovemaking you both just did.
But it's not lovemaking. You two simply fuck- you don't make love.
"Jungkook, I'm all gross-" You whine, trying to push him, when you suddenly feel it as he holds you even tighter, face resting on your shoulder. He's shaking, but not from the exhaustion of his muscles.
He's crying, quietly, trying hard not to have you notice.
It confuses you. You're not sure what to do, so for now, you just lean into him, rest your own head on his shoulder, and interlace your hands behind his back as you relax. "Don't do that.." He suddenly says, shaking his head and leaning away from you. No you're definitely confused. "I can't.."
"Jungkook what's wrong?" You ask, as he takes in a deep breath to calm himself, hands wiping his face almost aggressively. "What's going on?"
"You should go shower now." He mumbles, not looking at you as he cringes a little when he finally slips out of you, sitting on the edge of the bed, before his hands rub his arms, muscles probably aching already. "Do you need me to drive you home?" He wonders, and you just sit on the bed, watching him.
It's silent, for a good while, until he finally turns a little to look at you.
And you've never really seen anything that physically hurts you so much as his face in this moment, heart dropping down towards hell, ice cold shock running up your spine at the pure exhaustion on his face. But it's not physical exhaustion you see. No- whatever it is, it's something else.
"Jungkook.. talk to me-" You try, but he scoffs, shakes his head.
"I don't want to." He denies, getting up to walk into the bathroom, where he turns on the lights and starts the shower. You feel oddly small in his apartment, weirdly out of place as you look around, surroundings unfamiliar now that you actually look at them. Have you ever really looked at his apartment? Or just the ceiling at max?
Then again, why would you? Jeon Jungkook doesn't do relationships, and you know this because he told you. Numerous times. So why is he so distressed today?
When he walks back out, you quietly wobble into the bathroom yourself, get clean and get out once more to see him already changing the sheets, angrily throwing the soiled one's to the floor. It's clear that something's off this time, and you're at fault- but you're not sure what you've done.
So you just sit down on the floor with crossed legs, butt cold on the ground since you're only wearing panties and a shirt of his you found.
"There's sweatpants in the hamper. They're clean." He mumbles, not sparing you a glance. "You can wear those. I'll drive you home in a second-"
"I don't wanna go home." You say, making his movements stutter.
"What?" He turns towards you, eyes all puffy from his earlier emotional break.
"I don't wanna go home." You repeat. "Not until you tell me what's wrong." You say, and he shakes his head, pulling the bedsheet over the mattress, groaning angrily when it slips up on another corner, undoing most of his work. You, instead, laugh a little, getting up slowly to walk over and help him.
He sighs.
"Why do you want to stay?" He asks, and you look at him as he braces his hands on the mattress, not looking up at you.
"Why do you never want me to stay?" You ask instead, and his brows furrow in confusion, as he finally looks up.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks, genuinely confused. "You're the one that always leaves the moment I'm done with you." He accuses, and you stare at him almost offended.
"Excuse me?" You scoff. "Who leaves me while I am asleep after almost breaking my bed twice now?" You argue.
"You didn't invite me to stay, like, ever!" He barks back, now standing to full height again, staring at you.
"Well boohoo, didn't know the prince himself needed a formal invitation to stay in my bed after I sucked his dick!" You huff, crossing your arms.
"What the fuck is your problem?" He asks, and you open your mouth, offended.
"No, what the fuck is your problem?!" You respond back, before both of your faces relax visibly.
"I always wanted to stay. I just didn't know if you wanted me to." He says awkwardly, and you sigh, fingers playing with the hem of his shirt you're wearing.
"And I wanted you to stay, but I.. you said you don't do relationships and all that, so I didn't want to seem clingy." You mumble. "I rather, you know.."
"...took what you offered and never asked for more.." He continues.
"..so I would at least not lose you." You finish, and you both stare at each other for a good moment-
before you both break out in tearful laughter, falling into bed together-
for the first time, actually holding each other throughout the night, and many more to come.
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Ok but him trying to train to take him round after round. Because best believe if I get the chance to fuck that mamoth of a man IM TAKING IT and I am NOT letting go EVER. He would have to kill me. I’m 5’4 so it doesn’t take much to dwarf me. But he is 8 FEET TALL so that means I am at his waist. So the perfect hieght to suck his dick standing up.
So any way back to Him training you. I feel like he would make most nights entirely about you. He would double the amount of times he makes you cum on his face and fingers. God don’t get me started on his fingers. He would also make each one stronger than the last. Instead of one continuous orgasm he would instead spread them out and make them twice as strong. So those slow licks to your slit? Now sharp flicks of his tongue. Him slowly stroking your inner walls are now his fingers jackhammering directly on your G spot. He just turns the dail to twelve. Don’t worry he won’t fuck you on these nights.
He carries on with nights like this for MONTHS, until one night after he has made you cum and squirt for the 8th time he looks up at your face from between your legs and sees nothing but desire in your eyes. That’s how he knows you’re ready
I’m such a slut for Uvogin like I would love to be pounded in to the mattress and have him slap me round. This is absolutely not a request I’m just being a whore on main
First and foremost, my love for big anime men is undying because I am 5’7 and I don’t own a pair of heels that make me less than 6 ft. Just the idea of being completely DWARFED by a big ass man is revolutionary.
But Omg it wouldn’t even be pounding into the mattress this man would put you through the damn thing!! Like he’s fuckin 8 FEET tall! A giant! And worst of all he’s a giant with no sense of morality whatsoever. So if ur not behaving or giving him adequate enough attention he just gives you these /love taps/ and ur just so fragile compared to him that the smack literally whips ur head to the side.
OR OR
The thot of him overstimulating you to the point you’re just out of it and he gives u a lil slap to try and get you to focus. And it has the opposite fucking effect since Uvo is just too strong for his own good and hits you a lil rougher than he meant to!!
And it can go two ways. He’d either be mockingly sweet afterwards like “aww poor baby can’t even take me roughing her up a bit.” And there’s not a lick of sincerity in his voice because on the real he kind of finds it funny. He’d rub your back while you tried to compose yourself because damn this man just rearranged your guts like it was his job
OR
He’d be like “get over it, I didn’t even hit you that hard.” And just keep ravishing you until he was satisfied. Like you wanna tap out already? He’s still got a few good rounds to go so you better find a way to calm down because the night is not over yet, by any means.
aND ANOTHER THING! by the time he even puts his dick inside you’re already tuckered out. Uvo knows he needs to prep you because lbr he’s a giant man with a giant dick and he knows good and well you can’t take it unless ur ready. So he has you cum 3 or 4 times beforehand not because he’s truly that altruistic in bed but because this man has a scent kink. Like Uvo is damn near feral on a good day, so yes he enjoys the smell of pussy and the taste and the little whines you let out when he overstimulates you. Its not even about pleasing you at this point hes just got his head buried between ur thighs because it gets him off And it isn’t until you’re begging and crying for a break that he finally lets up. Because he doesn’t want to completely ruin you before he has a chance to feel the puffy mess hes made between your legs wrapped around him. He waits until you’re just a blubbering mess, until your body is too weak to truly tighten up at the intrusion of his cock and your walls are just weakly fluttering around his thick tongue before he makes to move you onto his lap. Just sits back on his knees and picks you up like you’re a doll. And he likes you so out of your mind already because otherwise you’re a little too tight for him that it borders on uncomfortable for the both of you. And oh my god don’t get me started on stamina like this man has spent his life trying to be the strongest in every way and regular exercise makes men last longer, so him? He’s a god damned machine...By the time he’s done you’d be a fucking WRECK.
Daddy when he's about to fill my wrecked hole with his alpha cum
Daddy, please use your massive alpha dick on my needy hole, I beg you! I want to feel your power 🥵
So much muscle, so much power. Daddy can choke me with that dick
Daddy 3
He loves it when his size makes me scream and cry.
He knows that those thighs and dick can and will break me, that's why he called me over for a rough fuck.
Hey, Boy. How are you?
I'm doing good, Daddy. Wish you could be here, dominating me.
Would you dominate me, Sir?
Sir, Can I ask how big are you?
Big enough
The calf of a true Alpha
Never skipping leg day again
I would have both, please!
POV: you’re getting dicked down against the wall by the local british rat king