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kinktober day 14 - angry sex w yeji

“i fucking hate him” yeji slams her belongings on the stool next to the door, one you had decided very early into decorating your shared dorm. the sight of yeji flopping on the bed, screaming against a pillow in frustration are what welcome you when you walk in, confused by all the commotion.

“hello?” but her instead of greeting you quickly flops back and waits for you to reach her, on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide as she hunches over. almost as if in a mutual agreement, you walk towards her, wrapping your arms around her neck when she kisses you.

the deeper the kiss gets, the hungrier, rougher it feels, you know what this means, and, while yeji was rough when she needed to or you wanted her to, she is in general.., a peaceful individual, rarely she gets too angry at someone that she needs to take it out on you. but you can never complain, you enjoy more than you should.

she’s quick, yanking your leggings down, your underwear going with it while you’ve barely gotten to tug on her hair. ideally, she would prefer to have you bent over the bed, her favorite strap wrapped snug around her waist as she pounds into you, but that takes too long, she really needs to taste you.

the brunette slithers down until she’s sitting right on the floor, against the bed and with your cunt hovering over her face. just her breath fanning over it makes you shiver, wanting nothing else but to be devoured by her. yeji does just that, she plants her hands on your asscheeks and tugs you to her mouth. it makes you double over the bed initially, one hand making its way to her head to tangle your fingers in her hair and push her further.

“ah.. yeji”

“been thinking about you all day princess” her face shakes between your folds, so does her tongue, lapping up all your juices and sucking on every bit of skin. she enjoys you like she’s been starving for ages, and she always will no matter how short it’s been “i could’ve used the stress reliever earlier”

“what- fuck, what happened?” your hand tugs slightly and unintentionally on her hair, the angle she curls her tongue making your legs shake

“shh, shh. let me eat your pretty little cunt in peace” she glares up at you the .5 seconds she is away from your pussy. “i don’t want to think about anything else than this. you.”

If you genuinely believe that saying problematic shit online a few times or creating dark or problematic content justifies a two year harassment and slander campaign, suicide baiting, doxxing and generally being a literally criminal fucking terror to someone, get away from me. You’re too morally bankrupt to associate with or trust to any degree.

I mean...why the hell does some idiot think that repeating “but she’s a racist you’re supporting a racist” over and over again (when the “receipts” supposedly proving that are being debunked left and right) is going to make trying to destroy someone’s life right and good?

What the fuck is wrong with these people? Why don’t any of them have a smidge of critical thinking or empathy for others?

@artyhylian and I don’t agree with what was written, drawn, or published. We don’t agree with the non-con, anything that could have been seen as racist, or any of the other things that were being accused.

What we both agreed on was the fact that the harassment, targeting, and attempting to run people off a platform was wrong. That’s where my support came from.

I just want to clear things up and say I do not support YJJ in any way. I'm well aware of their actions and don't condone them. I've had them blocked since August and I haven't interacted with them since. I spoke about my dislike of YJJ before, I'm not shy about it. What they create is harmful to a lot of people including myself. They make me incredibly uncomfortable, seeing that I’m a person of color and they’ve made jokes that fed into negative stereotypes.

hotter than hell - yeji

– i couldn’t not do this. her picking this song was so hot of her, she’s so confident too. i loved seeing her live out her rockstar fantasy and toy with the audience’s blood pressure. honestly have this performance on repeat in my head. i luv luv luv her. enjoy

– changed some lyrics from him to her!!

i make her wanna sin

yeji knows the extent of her influence on you. she knows where to pry and push to get her way with you, and most of times she doesn’t have very malicious intent, but it’s nice to know she has you eating from the palm of her hand.

every time I knock, she can't help but let me in

no matter how many times the words ‘this is the last time’ or ‘i don’t want to see you again’ grit through your teeth as she gets ready to leave your apartment, she knows you will always open the door for yeji. you will always let her in without so much as a word yet will welcome her hands on your body and her lips on yours with a needy whimper every. single. time.

can you feel the warmth as my kiss goes down you like some sweet alcohol?

whenever she murmurs against your skin, more specifically your neck, and presses wet, hot kisses all along until she reaches where she wants to, she can feel the warmth radiating off your body and to her lips, even the pad of her fingers that she so gently trails down your skin.

it's the darker side of me that makes you feel so numb

normal yeji, at a get together with the rest of your friends, or in general day to day even? annoying as fuck. you can’t stand her, yeji in bed? fucking amazing. she knows your view and feelings for her change as soon as she touches you or even speaks to you in a sexual, degrading manner.

can’t let me know I'm wanted, can’t let me in your head

she can complain all she wants, but she loves the chase. she loves chasing after you, she adores how you attempt to say no, claiming you won’t stoop so low or that she wouldn’t know how to please you, or that last time was a mistake. yeji loves proving you wrong. her whole body gets hot just thinking about the time she was supposed to watch a movie with chaeryeong but got distracted with you instead.

“is that- is that my shirt?” she huffs, taking off her shoes upon arriving, spotting you in the kitchen making something quick for yourself.

“finders keepers” you shrug

“right” she rolls her eyes and grabs a water bottle from the fridge, glaring at you as she takes a sip, failing to notice your eyes stuck on her throat as she drank.

“come on, it looks better on me anyway” of course it does, why’d you think she needed the sip of cold water? to remind her that chaeryeong thinks her almost home for their movie night

“eh” she shrugs “you look better without it” you choke on a baby tomato, and she’s smirking proudly, approaching you slowly as she places her water bottle at some lone spot on the counter “give it back”

“of course not, asshole” you turn around, trying to finish your meal but your ass grazes with her front, and the two of you sigh simultaneously.

“aww, you’re not wearing anything under it, are you?” her voice is much closer, and it only takes looking out the corner of your eye to see her nose peeking beside you.

“shut up” you shove a tomato into her mouth

“m-you’re being a brat. give me my shirt” she says, after chewing and trying to remain unbothered

“are you going to wear it right now?” you turn your face to the side, forgetting she’s so close to you and accidentally grazing your lips together.

“yes” she lies “give it back”

“take it yourself then” this time you turn fully, challenging her. but she only smirks, her goal was clear from the beginning. she wanted you, naked and vulnerable, in her hold. and she got it, because in one swift motion she’s yanking the t-shirt off your body, leaving you bare, a sight she would never get tired of.

you really think she’ll leave you there, walk all cocky to your roommate’s room knowing the mess she caused, just out of spite. but no, she roughly kisses you instead, letting the tshirt fall on the floor as her hands press themselves on your skin. they travel to the back of your thighs, where she taps hoping you jump on the counter.

when you do, yeji settles between your legs, pressing kisses that as usual, sting deliciously on the skin of your neck and chest, and only after a long, hungry kiss does she feel you push her away. she knows how this goes, she’s memorized it. you’ll say no and huff and squeal because ‘did you really think i’d give in this time?’ and she’ll smirk and squeeze your thighs and ass and make puppy eyes at you while she murmurs

“yes, because you always want me” she comes back up to face level after sucking a bright-red mark on your chest. “don’t you want me? you don’t want me to take you on this very counter while our best friend waits for me in her room?”

but then she actually proceeds to beg, like always. with her lips grazing against yours every time she speaks “won’t you let me get a taste? it’s been so long baby. daddy wants you too.”

until you finally cave, as expected, a cocky yeji gently getting on her knees to finally devour your cunt, just until you’re on the brink of your orgasm, to stand up and murmur a ‘next time, do as i say’ referring to the earlier tshirt incident. she wipes some of your slick from the corner of her lip with her thumb, which she sucks and later on, leaves, leaving you hot, naked, but most importantly frustrated.

does it burn when I'm not there?

but she much rather you beg for her instead, the late night ‘come over?’, ‘miss you daddy’, and the occasional ‘wish u were here’ along with a sensual picture make her skin pebble, and she wants to make you think she can easily resist you, but she can’t, so more often than not she’s speeding to your place at 2 am eager to fuck the shit out of you, not really caring that much if chaeryeong woke up because of it.

hold you down right there, you make me feel right there

what she loves the most? you eating her out. the first time you gave her head, yeji was shaking for long minutes after her orgasm. she would replay the scene all over again in her head every few hours after, breaking her focus every time. she loves pushing your head deeper into her cunt, how you dig your nails into her sides and moan against her at how good she tastes. sometimes she’s so desperate she’ll hump your face to speed things up.

she also loves how much you crave her, how there’s times you just call her over to taste her, make her come multiple times until you’re satisfied. but never is there a ‘meeting’ between the two of you were you don’t find yourself between her legs at least once.

she will never admit out of bed how good you are or how much she enjoys it though, and neither will you.

I have been shown that YJJ posted an indirect response to my post where they claimed:

1) they cannot be held accountable for the aggressive racism in their fanfiction because there’s racism in the game (New Vegas),

2) they’re not a professional writer so they couldn’t have known Native stereotypes and statistics about the high rate of Native women dying in childbirth (???) and

3) they never meant to write vile, racist stereotypes, so they can’t be criticized.

They also said fandom is their escape as if that entitles them to disregard the wellbeing of marginalized people, as if our suffering is less important than their fun.

They then apparently attempted to deflect by saying what they have done isn’t wrong, but what IS wrong is harassment and doxxing, which I never did nor have I ever seen anyone else do (YJJ’s *first* name was apparently used by someone at some point because... it was available on their public Pinterest). They know they can’t say I did these things, but are trying to indirectly link me to it with their segue while distracting from the actual conversation.

I am saying all of this because after their response, my inbox suddenly filled with disparaging and racist comments accusing me of attacking this poor white person, whose racism isn’t their fault. As an indigenous woman, I’m being told I’m apparently too aggressive, too mean and just too angry, that I should shut up and let people “have fun.” I’m being told white people writing consistently racist caricatures of indigenous people is just a little oopsie and it’s just not fair that I’m holding this 30+-year-old responsible.

I am closing my inbox for the time being but I don’t want to leave tumblr because I know that’s YJJ’s goal: to chase off the POC, survivors and others who are criticizing their bigotry and toxicity.