#It’s so crazy to find you’re attracted to women there’s so much that goes into it

[radiant-reid]

Truth

Summary: Reader knows there’s something going on between JJ and Spencer but she trusts him that that’s just the way they are... until he goes to LA

i cannot find the request for this, ugh !!! 

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader (Angst)

Word Count: 3.7k

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Y/n had let it go after that night.

"You're not seriously upset about this, are you?" Spencer asks incredulously once the apartment door clicks shut. 

It had been an incredibly awkward car ride together, twenty minutes home in complete silence. He hates when it gets cold and distant between them, even though he usually causes it by neglecting to discuss his feelings, but this time, he's fired up. Y/n can't read if he's dumbfounded or shaken. 

Although often synonymous, there's a difference here. If Spencer's dumbfounded, he thinks her suggestion is ridiculous and totally, 100% wrong. It would be offensive wording but best for the preservation of their relationship. If he's shaken, then she's correct, and he's coming to terms with the significance of that discovery himself.

Y/n sighs as she spins around to face him, her plan of making a beeline to the bedroom falling through. "That was flirting. She was flirting with you, Spencer." She tells him firmly. 

Spencer shakes his head, stunned by the allegation she's choosing to repeat. "She was- are you okay?"

"Don't make it about me." She instructs. 

"It's about you when you're talking..." Crazy is the word he stops himself short of saying- they both know it. He breathes deeply to calm himself. "She wasn't flirting with me." He maintains. "We're friends." 

Y/n shakes her head. She knows he needs it explained to him, simplified to an extent, but upholding his position so staunchly doesn't make her want to do that. "You don't have to best track record for knowing when people are flirting with you." 

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks, his eyes narrowing. 

There's a specific incident she's referring to, but there's been more than a few annoying instances when she's left standing at his side fuming. She's aware he doesn't do it on purpose. Spencer's not an asshole purposefully trying to make his girlfriend jealous by accepting flirtatious behavior from other women, but he's handsome. And unfortunately, not immediately rejecting advances makes it seem like he's interested.

"Spencer." She had told him when she finally pulled him off to a slightly quieter corner of the bar the team was in. "Her asking you what you're doing this weekend isn't her having an interest in your Korean film festival."

Spencer had been much better at getting it since then. He profiles a bit more cynically, purposefully looking for indicators that someone's interested in him. 

Not tonight.

It was Michael's first birthday which, of course, meant it was a big celebration- BAU style. Spencer attended like the proud godfather he was, making sure every single one of JJ and Will's friends knew their son's achievements. 

What should have been a lovely day would have turned into a discussion about them having their own kids when Y/n expressed how attractive Spencer looked while he held Michael's hands so the boy could practice walking. 

But no. 

Instead, they're standing on different ends of the kitchen island, both uncompromising in their views because of more than a few moments at the party between JJ and Spencer. 

"She was flirting with you, Spencer." Y/n holds firm. "Touching your arm, giggling at your jokes, whispering stuff to you." She lists the frequently used tactics that she witnessed. She's become accustomed to them working on Spencer, but he has always admitted, upon later reflection, that the motive was more than friendly.

He can't believe it this time, and he quickly gets defensive. "Just because you don't think I'm funny doesn't mean everyone doesn't."

Y/n scoffs, irritated he would twist it so spitefully to play the victim. "Seriously?" She deadpans, waiting for him to react better. 

"It was an inside joke." Spencer tries a different tactic that only has her eyebrows raised again. He sighs dramatically, gripping the edge of the bench. 

"This is ridiculous." She states. 

"I'm glad you see that too." He argues. "JJ was not flirting with me."

His insolence further fuels her anger. "Even Will looked uncomfortable." Y/n hits back.

"She's my friend." He repeats. "We are their friends. JJ and Will have been married for years. They've lived together and raised a son for even longer. I'm their sons' godfather. She's been my friend for more than a decade. There's nothing malicious going on."

It didn't feel like that. And that was likely because Y/n had only gotten to know them years following their friendship's establishment.

Maybe he's right. It's feasible that Y/n just hasn't found her place in the dynamic. "Are you sure?" 

Spencer senses her walls coming down, and he steps closer to her in a few tense strides, cupping her cheeks in a way that makes her melt. His eyes soften until there's no anger remaining. "Yes, my love. I promise there is nothing romantic between JJ and I." He assures her.

It's so sincere. Spencer has always been a persuasive talker, and it's gotten him out of dangerous situations.

Maybe the deep gut feeling she has is off. There's no way to know what happens behind closed doors, but JJ and Will appear to be happily married. Her life seems completely fulfilling. It makes no sense for her to have a crush on Spencer. 

So she's determined to shake it off- for Spencer, her own sanity, and their relationship. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have jumped to such a drastic accusation."

"No, no. Hey, I will always listen to your feelings." Spencer reminds her softly. "I'm sorry I didn't immediately hear you out. It was just unexpected. I would hate for you to stop talking to me about your emotions if you think I'll shut you down."

"Thank you, and I'm sorry," Y/n replies.

His words are massively relieving, and her negative thoughts aren't weighty. "I love you, Y/n."

She smiles softly. "I love you too."

"Can I kiss you now? I've been wanting to for hours." He begs, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones. He's elaborating a little but for good reason.

"Please." She agrees. 

His fingers curl around her head while he leans down to kiss her, not breaking it until they're both out of air. Everything's okay.

And so Y/n had let it go after that night.

She was with him through everything. Dealing with his mom, Mexico, prison, and the long recovery after that. She was with him through thick and thin, even when Spencer had given up on himself. He'll never understand what he did to deserve her love, but it means everything to him. She's the calm presence in amongst his chaos.

No issue in their relationship has been too hard to tackle when they worked together through Spencer's personal problems so well. Nothing between them seemed insurmountable since Spencer's life was so tumultuous.

When he gets home from his case in LA, she's in the bedroom, checking his suit for Rossi's wedding the next day is in perfect condition. The ironing is crisp, not a single wrinkle on the fabric.  

He usually calls out when he enters the apartment door, both so she'll reply, and he'll know what room to navigate to, and so she doesn't freak out about hearing footsteps on the floorboards. 

This time, he doesn't. 

It's like his brain got torn out and is still sitting on the floor of a little jewelry store in downtown LA. His thoughts remain entirely occupied by the previous day's events. Even though the jet home was long, he didn't sleep for a second. It's 7 am East Coast Time now, but it feels like just a second ago, his world got rocked.

"You're back!" Y/n grins, still unaware of the grave news he's bearing. She searches through her jewelry box for a piece to complement her dress. Her final moments of blissful ignorance. "Okay, so I was thinking you might need to nap before the wedding since it'll probably go late- I mean, you know Rossi."

"Y/n." Spencer whispers, trying to stop her from spreading joy and being the life in his life. He absolutely does not deserve that, as he lies by omission. He speaks weakly on purpose, wanting to listen to her excited ramble despite knowing he needs to be honest and say something that will crush her.

She doesn't hear him, and hasn't looked at him hard enough to see his devastation. "But your suit is good to go. I've got some other stuff to do, so have a nap, and I'll have lunch ready when you're up."

"Y/n!" He snaps much too loud. 

Her eyes flick to his, and she knows something drastic has changed. Her stomach drops in dread as the air in the room turns stale.

"What?" She asks cautiously, voice wavering. Her heart thumps in her chest. "What is it, Spencer?"

"JJ said..." Spencer trails off, looking straight past his girlfriend. He's not brave enough to look at her directly. 

No more explanation is needed for it to click. 

Her whole world gets shattered instantly, everything she built with Spencer, every dream and hope she had with him, is destroyed in a second. 

Her stomach stays dropped so low it feels like it's weighing her down and that she could be physically sick. She feels paralyzed until tears start streaming down her cheeks. 

"Oh." She whispers, although it's as loud as a jet engine in the silent room. "Wow. Okay."

Spencer wanted more than that. He wants her to scream at him, telling him he should have stopped thinking he knew everything and listened when she was suspicious. Spencer would take any range of passionate emotions over the silence she's giving him as she processes it. He begs with his eyes for her to tell him what she's feeling. 

It's to no avail. 

He thinks he's getting somewhere when she stands up, that maybe she'll hug him or enquire about the cut on his hand. 

"What happens now?" Y/n asks, ignoring her own tears and his. She always cups his cheeks and wipes them up gently because seeing him in pain pains her. That's how love works.

"Y/n..." She needs him to say more that time. Her soft-spoken name leaving his lips is bad news.

She forces herself to nod and swallow down her distraught tears. "It's okay. I know." It would hurt to hear him admit it, but she might think he's not a coward. 

Now Spencer's paralyzed, watching his nightmare play out in front of him, and he's incapable of preventing it, of making her stay. 

Her delicate, shaking fingers unclasp her necklace, and the 18k gold chain with an 'S' pendant burns a hole in her hand before she thrusts it into his. 

It's warm against his cold hands, a sign it's not where it should be. It's supposed to be daintily sitting on Y/n's chest, near her heart, for the rest of forever.

"No." He finally says, gasping a breath out. "What are you-"

She cuts him off before he talks for too long and causes her to remain so in love with him that she can overlook a massive problem. "You love her." She voices what they've been dancing around. It's an ugly, hurtful truth. "You might be in love with me, but you love JJ more than you should."

Spencer shakes his head, frantically denying the claim they both know is factual. As awful as it is, he's thought about a future with JJ on more than one occasion and during a long-term relationship. It's not that he wants to be with her- which would be a complicated mess and break everyone involved hearts- but something between them remains unresolved. All because of two tickets to see the Redskins.

Y/n speaks before he can, tilting her head upward as she tries to brush back some of her tears. "Don't lie to me, Spence. Please don't." 

He figures he owes her that much. Nothing he could say would fix the torpedo that ripped through their relationship. So he doesn't protest or fight for their relationship as she readies to leave him.

"I'll go now and get some stuff once you've gone out." She decides.

Her stuff which means she's planning on separating everything, and he'll never see her things again. Never mind the possessions- he might never see her again.

There's no point in making a case for her to come to Krystall and Dave's wedding when she only knows them through him, but Spencer isn't sure how he'll be able to sit through a ceremony and speeches and dinner and drinking and dancing- where everyone's feeling the love- when all he would have been thinking about is how it should be his turn next. It sounds like torture.  

Spencer stands there, horrified and helpless, as she slips past him. "Goodbye, Spence." 

And just like that, she's gone. 

It's surreal. 

Surely- surely- the love of his life hadn't just walked out the door and left him. That can't have happened.

He doesn't even feel overly tired, but he must be so sleep-deprived that he's imagining things. Having visions is a less scary thought than Y/n leaving. 

The surreal feeling and eerie silence deepen, and he quickly collapses on the couch from overwhelming fatigue, hoping the past hours have been a terrible nightmare. 

When he wakes and calls out for Y/n, quickly realizing she's not there and his worst fear has come true, Spencer sobs. He cries so much through getting ready for the wedding that his cheeks are blotchy, and his eyes blood shocked as he looks at himself in the mirror. He looks terrible, but he feels so much worse. It's emptiness. His eyes look dull, his hair scruffy, and his heart aches. 

Her dress is still there- dark blue that compliments his suit, but it's matchy-and it hangs in the wardrobe on a coat hanger from the dry cleaner, taunting him. Spencer's hand comes to cup his mouth as panic and nausea rock his stomach. Y/n should be wearing the dress and beside him the whole afternoon while they celebrate love. Something's amiss, and he hopes no one calls him on it because he will, without a doubt, break down in sobs.

Germs feel permanently on him, and he's guilt-ridden. Sure, JJ's words in LA weren't his fault, but- fuck- he should have said something to stop the love of his life from walking out under the wrong impression that he loved someone else.

He makes a beeline for Penelope at the bar to avoid being around JJ and get some alcohol in his system so that maybe everything will hurt less.

She looks pretty, but Will gazes at her like she hung the moon, and Spencer quickly realizes he could never feel that way. Her glances across the room at him piss him off, whereas Y/n's would make him blush.

"No Y/n?" Penelope asks, looking disappointed when he walks over alone. 

That's the reaction his amazing potentially-ex-girlfriend inspires in his friends. People love her for her warmth and humor, and Spencer's sure the team is grateful someone's making him smile. 

"Unfortunately not." Spencer grimaces as he gets the lie out. "She's sick." Or, more likely, bawling her eyes out at her friends because her boyfriend is a jerk, Spencer figures. He would feel worse for lying if it were possible. 

"Oh damn, I have heard there's a bad flu." Penelope easily believes the lie.

"What are you making?" Spencer asks, redirecting the conversation to the cocktails she's expertly whipping up. 

The wedding is small, which Spencer's sure is appropriate for a fourth or third round 2. It feels wrong to be there without Y/n. If he's eventually going to have one of these with her, surely he should be looking at the flower arrangements while she notices hair options. Not judging, just getting ideas.

It would be nothing like JJ and Will's wedding. Y/n would hate a surprise wedding with no choice in decor or food, even though it's romantic in theory.

He could never marry someone like JJ. He could never marry JJ. 

She's a real person. That seems to be a fact he keeps forgetting when he thinks about a future with her. She can't be the idealized version of her from his 24-year-old self's fantasy, and with her sitting no more than 20 feet from him, he's positive she's not who he's compatible with.

It's worse at the speeches. Emily stands with perfectly crafted words, and Spencer's almost in tears when the story verges from being Dave-and-Krystall specific.

"...that this was fate." His running thoughts halt at Emily's words. "...that their marriage was in the stars."

That's him and Y/n. They lived a block from each other in DC but had to travel three and a half thousand miles across the Atlantic Ocean to meet. That's fate. He recalls her laughter when he joked that the universe got sick of them not finding each other and forced them together. And the subsequent, love-filled conversation where they decided soulmates, and twin flames, must be real because they are the embodiment of the term.

Rossi is always a high-roller at Vegas casinos. There was no doubt he'd meet a blackjack dealer. It's not fate the way he and Y/n are fate.

He's always been sure she's the one, but this is the ultimate determining tool.

They have to be together. Spencer and JJ had bottled up their crushes without voicing them for more than a decade, and that's why it messed with his brain so much. Emily talking about confessions taking time to work out is not about them.

His fingers play with the tablecloth as he drafts a speech of his own, one that will set things right. He's too antsy to enjoy the rest of dinner or dessert. All he's thinking about is how soon he can leave- of course, after wishing the happy couple well. 

Spencer knows where she is. The doorbell camera already notified him when she had arrived at their apartment, which might now be an invasion of privacy.

It's a bit of a drive to get home, and he's thankful he stopped at one cocktail so he wouldn't do something stupid, like yell at JJ in front of their friends. As mean as it sounds, he doesn't have emotion to waste on her. It's all poured into love for Y/n. 

He doesn't have time to wait for the elevator, taking the stairs three at a time.

"Y/n!" He calls out as soon as he swings open the door. His heart pounds in his chest thanks to his poor athleticism, but mostly because this is the most important thing he'll ever do in his life.

"Yeah?" She replies, her voice coming from the bedroom as she steps out

She looks heartbroken seeing him, destroyed by the damage he caused over the last ten hours, and there's no way this can be how he leaves her, that this can be the last time he sees her.

"Don't say something that hurts." Spencer can tell Y/n's trying to be firm, but she's begging. There is no way he can ever hurt her.

"I won't." He swears. It's tense, and he feels award standing there. "Y/n, I-"

"I told you." She reminds him, referencing one conversation he's been thinking about. She was so good at dropping it after he offered her unknowingly untrue reassurance. Her plan to let him do the talking flies out the window, and she can't help releasing the brewing emotions. "I knew she loved you and hoped you didn't love her back. And now everything is fucking mess, and I just didn't think that you would do that."

"I don't love her that way." Spencer declares, and he doesn't feel guilty because he's not lying.

Y/n rolls her eyes. "You owe me the truth."

He tentatively steps closer, and she doesn't stop him. "I don't look at JJ and see my future. She's not the person I think about when I see an old couple walking down the street. I don't know the songs she listens to when she's sad or the correct amount of syrup she likes on her pancakes. I don't know the number of her childhood home or favorite piece of art in the Met. I'm not sure if she sings in the shower or if she ties her shoes with two loops. And I don't want to know any of that. You're the only person I ever want to know that personally. I don't love her the way romantic love works. But I didn't know that until I met you, and the very first day, I realized it was different. I know you said that, and I am so sorry I convinced you not to listen to your gut."

Y/n's crying by the end of his beautiful, naturally spoken words. He rushed to get it out, and she processes it for a minute. "Okay." She decides, accompanied by a choked sob.

Spencer frowns because he can't read her properly. "Okay?" He repeats softly. 

She steps forward, which has to be a good sign. "I need you to kiss me now." 

Spencer's crying too slightly as he closes the gap between them, cradling her face like he might shatter her in his palms. "Okay." He whispers, closing the distance between their lips without wasting another second. It's heavier than usual, holding a thousand unspoken words, but it feels like a resolution.

He holds her long after they've run out of air, finally feeling like he can breathe now that he's home.

"I am so in love with you." He tells her. "There is no one else I could ever be with."

She smiles softly back at him. "I'm in love with you too." She replies. "And this suit... you look very handsome."

He smiles widely. "You're the most gorgeous girl in the world." She doesn't bother reminding him that she's been crying and looks washed out. Spencer will forever insist that she is perfect. "Can I take you to dinner? Because I have missed you."

She nods. "I'd love that. And I have the perfect dress."

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cw: yangyang takes an up skirt pic of you (non-consensual), overstimulation, panty stealing, and mark sniffs and licks your dirty panties

mark

mark’s busy working on a song and has barely paid you any attention today so you decide to act bratty. you come up behind him while he’s sitting in his chair and run your hands down his chest only to have him push your hands away. you dip your head down to trace the shell of his ear with your tongue and whisper to him how bad you need his dick in your mouth; he tells you can have it later, not right now. when you bring him a bottle of water, you lean over in front of him in a way that makes your t-shirt ride up to show him you don’t have on anything underneath it, including underwear. still nothing. you eventually go to bed, a bit agitated and you’ve just gotten comfortable when mark walks in. he apologizes for being so busy and not giving his you attention. at first you pout and try not to give in but you’re so needy that you can’t help it. his lips connect with yours and you gladly welcome them. his hand finds it’s way to your body and down to your core and within minutes you’re cumming around his fingers. you expect him to pull his fingers out and suck them clean like he usually does but he gets on his stomach instead and latches his lips onto your clit and resumes fucking you with two fingers. you try pushing his head away; it’s not that it doesn’t feel good, because it does but you’re sensitive and it’s overwhelming. he doesn’t budge. you whimper, “too m-much.” his mouth lets go of the sensitive bud but his fingers keep pumping inside you. “you wanted my attention and now you’ve got it baby. be careful what you wish for next time.”

he’s never found himself sexually attracted to older women, but there’s something about you. yes, you might be his friend’s mom and twice his senior but you’re. every time he hangs out with your son, his eyes are on you more on you than the video game he’s supposed to be playing. he can’t but fantasize about you and all the things he wants to do to you and about what it’s like to sleep with an older woman of course, a milf as they’d call you. he wants his face between those pretty tits of yours and between your legs, covered in your essence while you moan his name. one day you’re out of the house when mark comes over, much to his disappointment. but an idea pops into his head. he excuses himself to the bathroom and makes a b-line to your bedroom instead. he slips in and immediately goes to your dresser, searching for the drawer that your panties are in. he grabs a pair towards the back of the drawer and stuffs them in his pocket. on his way out, he passes by your laundry pamper and he opens it in hopes you have some used underwear in there, and you do. right on the top. he picks them up and brings them to his nose, your womanly scent fills his nostrils and god, do you smell amazing. he almost cums untouched right there on the spot. if you smell this good, how do you taste? without thinking he licks and sucks the fabric of your panties, hoping to get just a small taste of you to satisfy himself. he savors the taste, you taste better than he ever expected. he needs to find a way to get your cunt in his mouth soon or else he might just go crazy.

yangyang

he loves seeing you in skimpy little skirts. thinking about how if you sit a certain way or the wind blows a little too hard, or any small action could result in your panties showing. even though you two are dating he doesn’t tell you because he thinks you’ll find it weird so he keeps it to himself. sometimes when you two go shopping together, he stands on the escalator step right behind you and pulls out his phone and snaps a picture under your skirt. he doesn’t check the picture to see what color your panties you have on or if you even have any on, he waits until he gets back to the dorms to look at the picture. the wait is agonizing, but so worth it. you have on a pair lacy pink thongs that perfectly show off your ass and he feels himself getting excited, various dirty thoughts begin to run through his head. he lets his hand slide down to pump the length of his cock in his sweats. he only means to calm himself down but he ends up masturbating to the photo, thinking about how he would love to just flip your skirt up and fuck you like the slut you’re dressed like and fill you full of cum. he finishes embarrassingly quick, with his load landing on his phone screen instead of inside your warm cunt where he wishes he was. he goes to clean and guilt washes over him. he goes to delete the picture but he can’t bring himself to do it, he puts it in his my eyes only folder.

yangyang having a high sex drive means he can fuck you any and everywhere. that also means nothing can stop him, there’s no obstacle he can’t overcome to get his dick wet. so when he got you to his empty, shared bedroom and his bed was a mess with clothes thrown all over it, he has to find another option, quick. he’s not about to fuck you on the floor and the only other option is his roommate, xiaojun’s bed. he doesn’t even think about it twice before he pushes your back down onto xiaojun’s bed, getting ready to fuck your brains out about to fuck. he’ll wash his sheets and apologize to him later.

#nct smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #mark lee smut #yangyang smut #nct hard thoughts #asks

[unsaltedtoast]

Just saw a tiktok of a straight girl complaining that she wasn’t turned on during saltburn and that it disappointed her? Why is media literacy dead on that app?

Rant incoming

IMO, part of the point of the bath scene (her main complaint) is that it’s supposed to make you a bit comfortable, it’s supposed to completely break a boundary.

Viewers are already on edge, given that Oliver watches Felix through a door, at an angle that appeared INCREDIBLY exposed, almost as if Felix could turn around at any second and catch Oliver. That scene gets you in a vulnerable position already (on edge) and then instead of doing the two expected things- moving on and getting Oliver to go to his own room, or Felix noticing and reacting to him- he isn’t caught.

He doesn’t go to bed.

He goes FURTHER. He pushes FURTHER.

So, it’s normal however you react. Thats the beauty of being human, some people like that stuff, but it’s just as normal to feel disgusted or strangely empty after that scene.

Now, I’m a lesbian, so I don’t take in media in the same way as she does, I imagine. From her perspective, I imagine she went in expecting two (or more) attractive men being seductive, and was disappointed by the fact that Oliver’s sexuality was very deranged and obsessive, that Felix’s sexuality was very much in the dark, given Oliver’s perspective of the women he slept with. I can imagine that it’s disappointing and I can’t fully understand that, but it’s unfair to judge the film on whether or not you find it personally hot.

I think people are forgetting the actual point of the film and are just seeing it as ‘I didn’t find it hot so bad rating’. I think the unconventional love, sexuality and attraction is the WHOLE POINT of the film. It makes it. I think you should find Oliver cringe, even if you like his character or plot etc. I think he kind of takes parts of people that are relatable or attractive and then twists it. So by completely disregarding the entire thing because you didn’t find it personally attractive, you miss out on the point.

Main point because I went off track a bit there…

Essentially, I think you’re supposed to be unsettled by the bath scene particularly, to some level.

The whole film follows Felix in tiny moments, washing six months of homoerotic friendship with a romantic filter, idealising his and Oliver’s relationship as the most important, beautiful thing to ever be born from Oxford.

And I think you forget for a minute that these moments are SMALL. In Oliver’s head, they’re not, so to us, they also appear big and cute, but they’re barely even present if you really think about it (in a romantic/sexual way, not platonic). Then suddenly Oliver is watching him masturbate, drinking the water, licking the drain. It’s all suddenly *too* much, overwhelmingly obsessive, completely reminding the viewers that Oliver is the narrator, the protagonist, the one painting this beautiful image. Reminding the audience that this relationship is nowhere near this point yet is the reason for that scene to some level; it physically forces you to reconsider who is the ‘good guy’, if Oliver should do this, if he is anywhere close to being able to get away with this. I think you suddenly look back and think ??? Felix would think this is crazy ???

It’s crazy, because I argue the bath scene isn’t even the moment this theme is introduced. The film sets this up SO EARLY. DID YOU MISS THE SCENE WHERE FELIX IS UNDRESSING WITH A GIRL AND OLIVER STANDS OUTSIDE OF HIS WINDOW WATCHING HIM??? That’s foreshadowing: he doesn’t understand the boundary here, he’s incredibly jealous of Felix’s sexual life without him so he places himself in his life, even if Felix doesn’t know. Thats the point. It’s just shoved in the middle of a montage of these perfect moments between the two so you see it and think OLIVER STOP BEING WEIRD!!!

Anyways. TikTok please engage in critical thinking before posting challenge xoxo

#saltburn 2023 #saltburn #saltburn spoilers #no hate to op #but if that’s all where your engagement for this film stops then you wasted two hours of your life #bee rants #i will probably develop this later to make more sense but i needed to get it out somewhere #long post #oliver quick

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hi! May I request yandere reader x yandere Akaza?

Hmm! Personally, the type that believes Akaza can’t really be with anybody, other than Koyuki BUT for this and you, I’ll do it!

Yandere! Akaza/Hakuji Soyama

Trust me. Akaza is quite the dangerous yandere, like pretty much all of the Upper Moons but he has a bit more emotional means and he can understand your feelings better than any of them

Akaza’s a extremely ruthless one that goes to extreme ends all to make his love happy. He’ll kill whoever he must in mere seconds because they hurt your feelings, he’ll transverse thousands of forests to get you what you want

He kills, he stalks, he gaslights. Akaza does every single thing he must to break down your rational thinking so you’ll blindly listen to him and never fight back

But he doesn’t need to do any of that anymore as his wishes have came true when he finds out your own little secret

You’re just as sick and twisted as him and it relives him. He finds out about you hunting down the small amount of human women who have seen him before and dare to talk about him,’and he is so livid

You love him just like how he loves you and it’s the same type. You can be just as insane, delusional and possessive as Akaza is so you get to share each other’s lunacy

Akaza has you tell him about your many fantasies over him and he’ll make them a reality for you, as he knows you deserve it and everything he has. Don’t keep anything a secret from him, whatever you want is whatever you get as his love fuels his determination. He won’t care how crazy what may you say is

He’ll hold you close in the morning, he’ll protect you from the stronger Hashira, he’ll collect your dinners for you, he’ll do it all just so you’ll kiss him and tell him you love him

Akaza doesn’t need to be delusional anymore as he has won you right from the get-go. You don’t want anybody else, you want him but he is a bit delusional over how you view everybody else.

You’re somewhat nice to others but he thinks of it as you’re trying to impress him. That can be partly true but most of the time. You just want to be seem polite and reliable as you don’t care about anybody but Akaza

Akaza views his whole purpose as to be with you. It use to be getting stronger but not anymore, he does not care at what strength he is, he just cares that he can come home to you and pour out his heart to you

As suspected, Akaza is defensive and protective. He is the fourth strongest demon in existence so his job is to defend you, a weaker one. He usually finds weaker things disgusting but not you, as his overwhelming toxic love blocks out those views, and he just does it

Akaza is also clingy and possessive. He feels the need to keep you next to him as often as he can. He doesn’t know why he feels this way, maybe he lost something important to him before, but whatever it may be. He is putting that need on you and it’s not like you mind, you love having him so close all the time

Akaza had never thought of marriage, as it for some reason frightened him, but he immediately looked around for the best wedding ring he can find. Having to kill a woman and her husband for the one he thought is perfect for you

He wants to marry you, even if he doesn’t have a last name nor can provide you with children. He has all of his love, all his passion and all of his strength to give, and for you, that’s more than enough to satisfy you

He really likes having you in his lap at random as you trace his markings with your claws. You don’t bother asking about them as you find them so attractive, the background doesn’t matter. Akaza is thriving over your loving touch and occasional forehead kisses

This is, for sure, a rotten situation but it won’t change. As long as Akaza and you live out as demons, the love you share for each other won’t fizzle out as you give each other the warmth and feelings neither of you thought you had

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #headcanons #kny upper moons #kny akaza #akaza #hakuji soyama #upper moon 3 #yandere imagines #yandere romance #yandere #yandere headcanons #romantic yandere #mutual yanderes

[faithfromanewperspective]

do you know how much the way certain fans feel this sense of ownership of celebrities they love and relate to pisses me off and has for years?

like I’ve been a young teen in the days one direction was big. I’ve made mistakes and said things I don’t morally agree with to fit in when I’ve been asked about celebrity crushes, artists I like etc. I learned not to trust fanfics with celebrities in them because I’ve read enough that have made me uncomfortable often in hindsight even if I enjoyed them at the time (not saying we can’t do ethical fics, but this is just an area I don’t engage with and so I’m not an expert in). I’ve had to see the same thing happen, in smaller ways, to people I love who were successful at something or attractive or whatever and as a result the people around them didn’t grant them the freedom they deserve and have a right to.

if I think too hard about it I reflect on the fact I might’ve lost the closest person I knew to a soulmate to this: they left the toxic environment I knew them from, and I knew at the time even that I was a reminder of that time of them, I had to let them go. What I’m saying I guess is this is personal, I do know something of what it’s like, I’m not trying to make it impossible to be a fan.

because I also understand the feeling of ‘no one gets me but X, I’m alive because of X, I find solace in their music or other art form and I’d die for a chance to meet them and I know I’m obsessed as a trauma reaction I can’t just stop’

like all you have to do is remember they’re a person with trauma too. and they’re baring themselves to share that, an incredibly vulnerable thing, they’re trusting us to take care of them. millions of us often who get it and are strengthened because of it as we get through whatever we’re going through. the impact is profound. and this goes both ways.

I remember when Taylor released red and I remember that it was the lucky one that made me realise the way celebrity worship culture had infiltrated into my high school. I remember even then, the emotions of the song convincing me I’d support her if she did disappear from the spotlight. That penny dropped so long ago I can’t remember it but. It’s not easy to be vulnerable with people who go crazy over you and unless you’re real intentional about it and have great boundaries, it’s not sustainable. At all. And this is where it’s our responsibility like it is with the way we tread lightly (or need to, badly) on our planet: we need to adopt the same attitude for our celebrities. Especially the ones we love.

because can you imagine being thrust into that world when you yourself are a teenager, too young to know what boundaries even are? When you’re a teenager who’s from a background of obscurity and struggling to fit in as it is, hungry for love and validation and already used to working hard and beating yourself up at everything bad that happens that you may or may not have had any control over?

I can’t speak for the background of most celebrities but I do know what it’s like to grow up in western sydney in the early 2000s, creative and sensitive and likely neurodivergent in a world that doesn’t know what that is, in a world where we don’t think of ourselves as special or deserving of any sort of thing we might need, in a world where we survive by pleasing people and working hard. It makes for the most humble successful people you’ll ever meet who know how to have empathy and care and will probably work themselves—I know because I’ve done it—into the ground at any chance to have a meaningful difference in someone’s life.

and this is a trend that happens regardless of gender. women are objectified all the time, and as a society we’re starting to call that out. Good. If you’re trans people are weird and predatory all the time, and we’re starting to have conversations where we realise that. Good. And shaming people who are so horrible to such a vulnerable population. But if you’re a man, it doesn’t mean you’re immune to it. Especially if you’re good looking.

being a teenager in the 2010s means being part of a world and generation that was insane over boy bands and when you’re a teenager going through the things and finding comfort in music, you’re not all that powerful, just a vulnerable child. But we grew up, we’re in our 20s now, and we’re adults with power and we have to be conscious of that. Stalking is predatory behaviour, thinking back to the wedding people crowded outside of a month or so back. Recording someone in their private dressing room is predatory behaviour. These are things that if they happened to you, you would call the police, and if it continued, you would get a restraining order. Celebrities aren’t any different to you in that, except for the fact that this is normal fan behaviour to many apparently.

this needs to stop. If we want celebrities we can connect with to continue existing publicly we have to remember that they’re humans first. And go a step further: think about the fact that private jets are causing so much environmental damage and we have to do something about them. But celebrities can’t be normal people commuting where they have to go. They’re constantly on display and if you want to come across as a good person you have to be friendly to every fan. Even if you’re neurotypical, and many of our most talented are not, this is exhausting. Trust me when I say the best thing you can do for the environment, for the celebrities you love, for the music industry, anything, is treat them as normal people and connect with people who find comfort in their art like you do so you don’t feel alone: rather than thinking celebrities are yours to own in any way because of the impact they’ve had on you, and then being weird and gatekeepy at other fans.

this applies to any fandom really, but especially to those for celebrities who do decide to be vulnerable in their art. who tend to be kind with a tendency to people pleasing and possibly overwork too. who capture our hearts in so many ways and yes maybe their looks might play a part in it. who we’ve grown up with and maybe that means they started as kids too, had to learn boundaries the hard way and probably have still active trauma from that experience that’s impacting them and their personal lives because that’s what trauma does. who still decide to say nice things about how much they appreciate their fans all the time instead of ever taking it out on us.

but we can see their trauma in their songs when they are being vulnerable, and their success means that there are some of us who get it. A youth that was stolen and filled with mistakes/I turned all around look for someone to blame/but I’m over dramatic and drenched in my pain. I know I’m not the only one who that hit home for. So use your heads. You say you care and yet you turn people who care for you as much as they physically can when their fan base is in the millions into objects who exist for your own pleasure without thought to whether it’s hurting them. we need to do better.

(thank you @confusionmeisss for inspiring this rant)

#music #ethics #5 seconds of summer #easy for you to say #the lucky one #luke hemmings #ashton irwin #calum hood #michael clifford

[kiatheinsomniac]

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒 | 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒

Hey, I saw your post about the ships. I'm saving up some money for a large commission but this small one I would like to 'participate in' :)  Name: Alexandra, but my best friend calls me Sasha (Russian short version)  Gender: sex is female but tbh, I always thought of myself as an individual and not strictly male or female. I don't know what this is called :/  Sexuality: I once thought I'm bi, but I never enjoyed sex with my ex. I find men and women attractive equally but don't feel any specific sexual attraction, even though I do have some fantasies about a specific fictional character. So I think the best that would describe me would be demi bi sexual, or some sort of it. I apologise for the long elaboration  Appearance: neither skinny nor heavy. I'd say a good middle (I used to be obese and have stretch marks in hips and thighs, but I also was anorexic, now I'm happy to be in between with slight curves and a few muscles that slowly show themselves as I'm working out quite a bit), brown hair till past shoulders, brown eyes, high cheekbones. I'm around 176 cm tall  Personality: I can be impatient, but when it comes to others or animals I'm very patient. I like the nature and animals, sort of pagan believe, I like reading and drawing but also action as I used to race in horses (barrel race but also carriage races), I'm seeking adventure and have done a lot of crazy stuff, like skydive, hitch hiking and other stunts (when I was younger though). I still like a good adrenaline rush but in a controlled way. I like horse riding and motorcycling (again controlled in a good manner). Both give me a feeling of freedom. I guess I could be described as sporty. I'm empathic but also stubborn.  Coming from a family where domestic violence was used to break me and make me follow what I was expected to do and how to behave. I need time to warm up to people. While I'm friendly to strangers, it takes a really long time until I warm up and even longer to let a person in and trust that person. But once a person is' in my inner circle', I'm loyal and protective.  I love walking barefoot (something that pissed my parents off and I received a few bruises for that, still liking it though). I love a good banter between friends, and can be sassy (when I feel comfortable around the person). I also tease and appreciate the small things in life, I don't need big presents or anything but am quite happy when I can be with the people I hold dear and enjoy the time with them, if it's a calm evening or some adventure/action.  Oh, and I don't wear dresses! I feel uncomfortable in them! No high heels either. Not very practical.  Please know that you can take your time and I'm in no rush. Like I said, I can be impatient (especially when it comes to myself, as I'm my worst critic and have high expectations of myself) I'm very patient when it comes to others. So I don't mind if you work on others' ships and requests first. I hope this is enough and not too much. Let's see who you ship me with from the Assassin's creed series :) – @havatnah

I ship you with Kassandra! 

Kassandra is really drawn to how you don’t really fit the ‘norm’. She’s no different to you and she is also drawn to adventure and living her life as she pleases without feeling the need to conform to societal standards so much. She really enjoys that you’re someone she can share adventures with and so she always invites you along to wherever she goes. She especially likes horse riding with you and the two of you often end up racing each other for the thrill on your way home – it’s something she always loves doing with you! Like you, Kassandra is very active and so she enjoys spending time with you when the two of you work out together, she pretty much considers it a date and she’ll be very supportive of you and flirty the whole time (see: likes to flex to try and impress you, she wants to show off and be your big, strong girlfriend). 

Kassandra is very understanding of your past as she has a troubling story about her childhood too. She’s friendly but she can be slow to trust too and so the beginning of your relationship starts as friendship. The two of you take things slowly and learn to trust each other as friends before you open up more and become lovers and Kassandra really wouldn’t have it any other way because it means she gets to fall in love with you twice. She admires your loyalty and protectiveness as they are core traits of her own and traits that she attributes to any good person. She also doesn’t mind that you’re not big on dresses or heels as she isn’t either so it just makes it more likely that the two of you can share clothes and she just loves seeing you wear her stuff and especially loves when you return it and it smells of you. 

♡ Kass loves going on little adventures with you! Whether it’s just a casual little outing such as a hike or perhaps something more daring and adrenaline-inducing, she wants to bring you along in order to share the thrill with the one she loves the most! Considering the long ziplines in the game, I can 100% see her taking you ziplining! The two of you strapped in and just going over deep valleys all for the thrill and the rush of doing so! She’ll make a whole day out about it too – a hike, maybe a packed lunch you made together the evening before, having a little dance between yourselves to some music in the kitchen. She loves days out with you. 

♡ She likes going to your gym or bringing you along to hers too (whichever one offers you the best memberships). She likes working out with you, supporting you and making teams with you, will be checking you out half the time too, she just loves seeing what you can do! She’ll try to show off a bit with weight because she likes knowing that you find her fit and attractive, she wants to be at her best for you. 

♡ Like you, Kassandra is also outwardly friendly to those she meets but she’s also slow to trust after her upbringing of her family being torn apart and having to find her own way right afterwards. She understands what it's like to feel betrayed by the ones who you were supposed to be able to depend on and she feels the reluctance to trust that follows such a thing. This causes your relationship to start off as the two of you just being friends; you’re getting to know one another and trust each other at the slow pace you both need. Each one of you is there for the other when it’s needed and eventually the two of you grow comfortable enough with one another from your love to develop into something more than that of just friends.

♡ Kass loves sharing her clothes with you! She doesn’t really wear super feminine clothes like dresses or hells either – even when she’s going out somewhere fancy, she feels much more comfortable in a suit than a dress. The result of this is that the two of you have a good chance of adapting certain aspects of each other’s styles and sharing clothes! Kass will practically throw her hoodies at you because she loves that when she gets them back, they smell like you. 

♡ Kassandra isn’t really one for flowery words so she shows her love with lots of gestures: big and small. One thing she does is that she makes sure to keep the floors of the house clean for you to walk around barefoot without getting your feet dirty. She knows it’s something you like and after finding out that you were mistreated for it, she goes out of her way to make sure that you can feel comfortable with it around her. 

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[dynamite-lazerbeam]

Would Eddie Munson like the songs on my playlist?

Except I have what many would consider questionable taste at best and believe that people, even metalheads, can like more than one music genre. No idea if this is a modern au or an everybody lives au or what because it’s a mess but I digress. 18 and Life - Skid Row Duh.  Loves Sebastian Bach-- maybe a little bit too much. 1985 - Bowling for Soup Yeah, the nostalgia train hit modern Munson hard with this one.  Not his style of music but loves the references. Alone - Heart Secretly.  Belts it out in the car. And So It Goes - Billy Joel Probably not a Joel fan, but he, like, gets it. As It Was - Harry Styles Though I think it’s possible that he would like some Styles songs, he’d think that this one is commercial music. Babooshka - Kate Bush Yes.  A resounding yes.  An unashamed, unabashed yes. The Best Things Happen While You’re Dancing - Danny Kaye Not really his style.  “Old people music.” Blackbird - The Beatles The first song he learned on guitar.  For sure a soft spot. Black Dog - Led Zeppelin Though not metal, Zepp was his first foray into “heavier” music. Blessings - Chance the Rapper Though I’m in the minority that thinks Eddie would develop a healthy appreciation for rap, Chance would not be one of those rappers. Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen Yeah, Eddie loves Queen.  Argue with your mom.  Freddie is a hero of his and he loves Roger’s vocals as well. Brush Up Your Shakespeare - Kiss Me Kate No musicals.  God no. The Chain - Fleetwood Mac I honestly don’t think he’s given Fleetwood Mac much thought one way or another.  Like, it’s not really his style of music, but if someone were to say it was their favorite band he’d probably just be like, “Oh.  Cool!” Chateau (Feel Alright) - Djo Maybe as a high jam.  Maybe. Crazy Crazy Nights - KISS No.  Hates KISS.  Could get the same message from about 10 other, better songs. Dreams - Fleetwood Mac See number 13.  Maybe the soundtrack to an acid trip he had once. Don’t Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John and Kiki Dee Hates it, but definitely got pulled into a drunken karaoke rendition once (he was Kiki.  Steve was Elton). Drive My Car - The Beatles Meh.  He gets that they’re The Beatles and he respects that, but he’s not going out of his way to listen. Falling - Harry Styles No.  Respects the “I’m well aware I write too many songs about you” line, though. Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen Once wrote an entire DnD one-shot where all of the characters and places were inspired by songs.  The Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy made his appearance as an NPC. Glory of Love - Peter Cetera Would strangle Peter Cetera with his bare hands if he could. Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Pat Benatar Definitely just me projecting, but I think Eddie loves powerful women voices.  Whether you read him as being attracted to women or not I think he just *clenches fist* loves women. Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue Yeah, dude loves Crue.  Wants to be Mick Mars, especially after injuries sustained in the Upside Down. Hopelessly Devoted to You - Olivia Newton John Go-to drunk karaoke song.  Will never hear him admit to being a Grease fan outside of this context, but is definitely a comfort movie of his (he is, obviously, more of a Rizzo fan than a Sandy fan, but he’s a drama queen before all else and nothing says drama more than “Hopelessly.”). I Hate Myself for Loving You - Joan Jett and the Blackhearts Please picture with me, if you will, a Corroded Coffin gig.  Eddie has just gotten into a fight with his significant other (a small one, probably a misunderstanding, but Eddie is dramatic and loves and opportunity to “suffer for his art”).  He knows they’ll be there.  They never miss a show.  So here comes Eddie, all eyeliner, leather, and angst, and they open with this.  Of course, immediately after the gig it’s “I’m sorry baby,” and “You were amazing up there,” and all is forgiven. I Know the End - Phoebe Bridgers I think every single Stranger Things character would find the parallels between their lives and this song to be too uncanny not to like this song. I’m in Love with My Car - Queen Uh, yeah.  Especially mechanic Eddie.  He’d tie his hair back and have this song blasting, singing along while he looks under the hood. Immigrant Song - Led Zeppelin This song is pure feral energy, just like Eds. I Punched Keanu Reeves - Hello Peril While hilarious (iykyk), no.  He has an emotional attachment to Bill and Ted. Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry Yes.  Is actively upset that Back to the Future tried to erase Chuck Berry’s genius by implying a white kid gave him the idea for this song. Killer Queen - Queen Favorite Queen song by far. Let’s Hear It for the Boy - Deniece Williams Does not like a single song from it, but actually really enjoyed Footloose.  An oppressive small town, a guy who likes heavier music… so sue him, he identifies. Light My Love - Greta Van Fleet I love him, but Eddie would totally be a “Greta Van Fleet is a Led Zeppelin rip off” truther; man would listen to a single song and go off about authenticity and corporate bullshit before literally never giving them another chance again. Neighbors - J. Cole I genuinely think Eddie would be very stereotypically “I hate rap” for most of his teens and early twenties, but I think eventually he’d grow to appreciate any type of fight through music, especially protest songs, which this is. Norwegian Wood - The Beatles This is the perfect campfire song, and I think if you could convince Eddie to go acoustic for a weekend and go camping, this would be the first song he’d learn. Paranoid - Black Sabbath Eddie canonically likes Sabbath, so I would hope he likes one of their best singles.  Is definitely on every “Intro to Metal” mixtape he’s ever made for his friends. Running Up That Hill (A Deal with God) - Kate Bush Pretty indifferent to it pre-Max.  Now has a mixtape of everyone’s favorite songs.  He carries it everywhere.  Also learned it on guitar and plays it at the hospital when and if his name is cleared and he’s allowed in. Saturday Night’s Alright (For Fighting) - Elton John “Token good Elton song,” according to him. Scarborough Fair/Canticle - Simon and Garfunkel Definitely something he would base a campaign off of. Soldier, Poet, King - The Oh Hellos As with every other DnD nerd, regardless of music preference, he fixates on it.  Is the source of at least half of his LoTR/Ren Faire/DnD fantasies (the softer, less badass ones he doesn’t talk about).  Refuses to believe it’s Jesus music. Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus Are you kidding?  This song is basically an autobiographical account of his life if/when he had a crush on anyone in a different friend group.

#stranger things #headcanons #music #playlist #eddie munson #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson headcanon #eddie #steddie #if you squint #eddie x reader #kinda #stranger things 4 #eddie munson playlist #eddie munson music #this is either going to get zero traction #or it's going to get me killed

[hattrickprincess]

Okay. I have a smut idea. But first a little bg.

A little earlier an ask was talking about men flirting with kyky in front of ney. However, because they are both such gorgeous gorgeous gals in different ways they both get flirted with, and the flirting is different too.

The people that flirt with kyky I feel are more teasing than anything. An 80-20 type of vibe with them 80% teasing and 20% being serious. They’re making kylian blush, feel shy, precious and what not, if you will. Men who flirt with him usually have dirtier intentions while women just find him cute. Neymar, is equally offended regardless.

As I said earlier they both often get flirted with. Neymar has a lot of suitors. This is common knowledge. I don’t mean to offend anyone when I say this but Neymar is a Grade A slut. (Irl we know he can’t help himself, but for the sake of the plot he only sluts himself about for kylian really) Ney’s just really friendly, and he knows it bothers kyks so he tones it down a lot, that doesn’t mean he still doesn’t have this irresistible aura that attracts people to him like flies to fruit. When people flirt with ney they mean it. And it will never ever fail to make kylian want to poke someone’s eye out or rip there tongue off.

So now that you have some idea of what’s going on I riddle you this.

1. Neymar and kyks are out somewhere, (it doesn’t matter where they’re just in a place with high volume people, and lots of willing suitors) the boys are mingling, having a good time, and over all just enjoying there time together when someone walks up. I’ll give you a hint, they don’t take no for an answer. I don’t how you feel about sexual harassment, but I’d never suggest anything to crazy so the person just puts there hands on one of them. Security is called, everything is fine, but they just need to get that persons scent off them and then they have sweaty sex 🧍‍♀️.

2. Same scenario as the first, but this time it’s someone they’ve (Neymar) interacted with before. Neymar messed around with them for a bit but it didn’t go anywhere. Here is some angst for you, they say some pretty nasty things about what Neymar did with them, and bully kyky. Again security is called, and they go home and Neymar cheers kylian up with slow love making, really taking his time with him to show how much he cherishes ky. *bonus if possessive kyky comes out and hikeys/bites/scratches are everywhere.

3. TW: this scenario is darker than the others.

Kylian and ney are out and about at this nice place with lots of people. And for some reason they get separated, and they both have drinks. Let’s say one of them puts there drink down to go to the bathroom, it’s close, but there’s a lot of people so it takes a sec leaving the other alone who offered to go with them.

So 2 different scenarios could happen.

Scenario A: when one of them comes back from the bathroom they go back to where there sitting but can’t find the other, they pick up there drink and take a sip (I’m sure you can tell where this is going but the drink has been roofied) * they’re looking for the other when they start to feel wrong, they black out, fast forward a bit and the other is there at their side just smothering them because they were sooo worried. They’re reluctant to get intimate for a while because that was a lot for the one who didn’t get there drink contaminated. Long story short our victim is a horny mess, and after a while of convincing the other everything was fine they have marathon sex and no one sees them for days.

*on a side note, if you’re ever out partying somewhere never put your drink down, or if you do don’t pick it back up it’s much safer to just get a new one.

Scenario B.

Ney and kylian are sitting, at like a bar or sm and this guy comes up and starts hitting on kylian, ney is a little preoccupied, but by the time he notices the guy had kicked up a conversation with kyky. For some odd reason he spills his drink on kylian, kylian goes to the bathroom to clean up and the guy goes to get them new drinks. Meanwhile neymar is watching him like a hawk. He spots the guy messing with the drinks and this gets idk ✨serious ✨. Neymar basically tells hims to scramble like an egg before he gets folded like an omelette. Kyky comes back nonchalant, and confused because Neymar is mad😡. He doesn’t say anything on the way home. But he’s got this possessive grip 😩, on kylians thigh. They get home, and in nutshell Neymar almost breaks kykys back, iykwim.

P.s. Usually I would have included more dialogue and examples, but it’s late where I’m at, I should be sleeping 😞, but I had to get this one written down.

P.s.s sorry if it’s bad 🫤

another piece of advice: also don't drink anything when you're the last one to arrive at a party, the supposedly closed non-alcoholic drinks might be half vodka by then 💀

but yes. i love this. no matter which prompt i use it ends in endless sex so let's goooo

#princess prompts

[limeade-l3sbian]

hey girl!! i heard you were taking asks about people's concerns! this is my first time using anon to ask something ^^

lately, i've been questioning myself a lot. i've been thinking about how maybe i'm wrong for being a radfem or just being a lesbian. in my country, there's insane pressure for women to get married. i don't want to consider marriage at all right now.. but the problem is that you can't do anything without a husband.. even if i want to study abroad that means i'll have to have a husband. sometimes i just think it'll be easier if i just.. reject my same sex attraction?? like if i somehow convince myself to like men then my life will be a lot easier. of course i know how wrong it is to think this but i sometimes can't help but actually consider going to conversion therapy or something. idk it's just a weird situation for me? growing up i always was proud of who i was and now i'm doubting myself. i think it's because i'm nearing my adult years and i have to think about these things?? i'm just wondering if it's common for women to think these things..

Hey!! <3 <3

Here's the thing, anon. You're not the first person to think this way, and that's a good and a bad thing. Bad, because obviously no one should feel out of place in their own skin. But good (kinda), because at least you know you're not alone. Sometimes when we think we’re the only one feeling a certain way, it can make us feel like we’re going crazy.

I want to touch this concern with gloves not just because I really need you to hear what I’m saying, but also because I don’t want to overstep. I was born and raised in America. Much as a pain in the ass as that is, I know where I stand and don’t want to give you any advice or words that could potentially put your housing or life at risk. You know your situation much better than I do, so if something I say seems risky, go with your gut. This is your life, so you know your situation better than I can.

You are not wrong for being a lesbian, anon. I want to make that very clear. Same sex attraction is beautiful. It is such a light in my life and that’s why I post about it so damn much, because it is one of the most beautiful things that I am so glad to be able shared with other gyns like yourself. I’m willing to seem like the annoying person who won’t shut up about being a lesbian because I love women and I love women who love women.

My love for my sexuality is a personal feeling, but the sexuality itself is out of my control entirely, anon. No amount of praying, conversion therapy, or anything else would wipe it from my soul. The same goes for you. I can’t put into words how much I sympathize with your situation and I need you to know above all else that you are not wrong, or broken, or different in any negative way. You see the beauty of women, beyond physicality, and see a place to find love. Your heart can be home with another woman and you can feel peace there. How can that be wrong?

Pardon my French, anon, but conversion therapy is fucking torture for SSA people who are either sadly convinced that they have a wrong that needs to be made right or are being forced to fit into a space that was never for them. That you feel this way and exist in a space where having a husband is a prerequisite to progressing in life is not a coincidence. The powers that be want you to feel this way. They want you to look at SSA the same way they do; as some marring on your quality of life. That life cannot be lived to the fullest until you “deal with this”. You said you had so much pride in yourself before you started getting older? Hold onto that, anon! Jesus Christ, please hold onto that pride. Do not let it go for shit. You should feel proud! Why the fuck not? Because some assholes said so? Fuck them. If you’re a lesbian, then you should feel proud of that!

You deserve to be happy just like any straight woman in your country who can’t wait to marry a man. You deserve to look forward to love, not burdened by what it will entail. SSA is beautiful, anon. It’s fucking beautiful and don’t think for a second anything about you needs “fixing”.

I will defer to other radfems who have more experience dealing with countries with similar rules and expectations.

But on a final word, you hit my ask box anytime you want, anon. I’ll give you a good kick in the ass when you start thinking who you are is ill-fitting for this world lol. <3 <3

#ask #lesbian radfems #radfem safe #radfems do touch #radfems please interact #lesbian radfem

[transamorousnetwork]

[VIDEO] Doing Nothing Gives The Best Dating Results

The best way to create a better dating life starts with learning how to do nothing. When people discover the power of doing nothing, life really starts taking off. And dates people have get better and better.

This is especially true for those looking for that perfect mate. Transgender and trans-attracted people struggle finding love because they’re caught up in the “doing disease”. It literally feels like that. Dis-ease.

We think all we need “to do” is do more of what others are doing and we’ll find our mate. So that’s what we do. We go to bars. Maybe we ask friends to hook us up. But the one thing so many do while infected with “doing disease” is pursuing a partner via online dating. 

I know that path personally. Over the early part of my life I probably spent something like seven thousand dollars subscribed to various online dating sites. That includes transgender-specific ones. I spent another five thousand or so on other match-making alternatives. That was before I discovered a far more powerful way to fall in love: telling powerful stories.

Doing is drudgery

Before that discovery, I was caught up in doing too. And doing had me doing what everyone else did. It worked. Sometimes. Looking back, though, the success rate of all that doing wasn’t very high. It wasn’t any fun either in retrospect.

No one really likes getting on dating sites in order to find love. It’s a lot of work and money. But it’s crazy how many people go there. So few actually find what they want that way, yet, so many go that way and struggle through sucky experiences. 

I’ve asked my clients which they’d prefer: meeting their match in their daily life, on the way to the grocery or while in a park, for example, or meeting them on line. Every one agrees they’d prefer meeting them in real life.

Why do so many go through that drudgery then? Maybe it’s because they’re trapped in the doing the disease like I was. I’m glad I found the antidote. The antidote being doing nothing. It seems crazy, but it’s true. Here’s why.

^^So many people tire themselves out by trying to get what they want through action. But doing nothing begins a path where things happen far more easily. No struggle required. (Photo by Adrian Swancar)

You match what you’re getting

First, the reason why so many seek their partner through doing, yet fail to find them, is because they’re trying to get something they don’t believe they can have. I talk about this with every client. A person can’t find something they think they can’t find. That’s the case for keys, lost gloves and partners one think doesn’t exist.

How can someone find a partner if they think that partner doesn’t exist? That’s the belief in which many transgender and trans-attracted people stand. So many transgender people think they can’t find a guy who will love them for what they are. So many trans-attracted guys think transgender women of the kind they want, don’t exist. And yet, both parties do, do, do, while not knowing their doing doubles down on their negative thoughts about what they want.

Worse still, how can a person find someone to love if they believe they themselves aren’t lovable? Many transgender women struggle with believing they are worthy of what they want. A lot think they love themselves. But track what comes out of their mouths and in short order overwhelming evidence would pile up. That evidence would show what that trans woman really feels about herself. 

Same goes with trans-attracted men. Although it’s much easier seeing the evidence. We trans-attracted men struggle with shame and embarrassment about our attraction, but also about our desires. We’re insecure about what our desires tell us about ourselves. And so we struggle too.

Insecurities proceed us all

The fact is, if a person doesn’t think their partner exists, or they don’t think they deserve finding them, they’re not going to.

So when such a person goes online to find their partner, armed with such beliefs and insecurities, they draw to them experiences confirming their beliefs and insecurities. They meet skeezer trans women, cavort with call girls and escorts and get had by gold diggers. Or they meet men who only want to sext, see dick picks or ghost the minute online conversations turn to meeting in person.

When people get these responses, they ignore what these experiences tell them. Instead, they try harder, do more, push, struggle more. They think if they do all that, they’ll finally get what they want.

It doesn’t work that way. Especially in love.

^^Finding love is easy when you give up the struggle. Even if you’re trans or trans-attracted. (Photo by Juliette F on Unsplash)

Doing it different?

Doing nothing begins an important process. That process reverses inertia created when a person keeps doing the same thing over and over, but expecting different results. When someone calms themselves, relaxes and focuses inward, powerful processes get underway even though it seems like nothing happens.

And the more that person relaxes into doing nothing, the more effective they get. That’s because every person, trans or trans-attracted, receives guidance through their intuition. Doing nothing tunes one into their intuition.

What really happens is, by doing nothing, the person calms down noise in their head. That way they start hearing clear signals their intuition sends all day, every day.

In time, the person realizes some profound insights. Like this client:

Uncovering such insights take a while. And this is the challenge. So many people in our lives tell us doing nothing is lazy and time wasting. But it’s not that. It’s a profound state of being which tunes one back into their deeper knowing.

But if you listen to society, parents, educators and all those loud mouths in the peanut gallery, you’ll hear “stop being lazy”, “work harder”, “success is in the struggle”.

It works but it’s tough

Such approaches work. But do you really want to struggle through life? I don’t. I’d rather enjoy life while seeing my life bringing me everything I want with little effort.

People who struggle claim it’s worth the struggle. They look at and display scars they “earned” on the way to their success. I say give that approach up, especially when it comes to finding love.

Instead, figure out how to become a match to the relationship, that lasting, loving, true love you want. It’s far more fun, easier, and when it shows up, will be a better match. That’s because on the way to receiving it, you’re becoming a match to it. You’re becoming happy. You’re letting go of your pessimism and joylessness. You let go of blame and judgement.

And when all that happens, you can’t help but meet someone who is just like you. After all, in all that doing to find a partner, the judgement, pessimism, and joylessness you experience is what you get in return in the form of partners matching all of that.

A better way exists. It starts with doing nothing, which really is doing a lot. Learning to do nothing transforms lives. My clients know this. It’s time for you to know it too.

#transgender #transattracted #transisbeautiful #transgirl #transamorous men #transsexual #mtf #transamorous #transattraction #transamorous network #trans pride #trans #trans positivity #Youtube

[helahades]

hey 👉👈 idk if you remember me bc i've been MIA for months now. but shit happened: i tested positive for the rona, had to isolate myself (which SUCKED) but spending all that time alone made me realize i just might be gay bc there was a girl who sent over, like letters and pressed flowers and puzzles and stuff to people in isolation wards and we started texting and i dreamed about taking her to a sunflower field on a date. so, i came out to myself! it's scary but it's good. how've you been? 🌵🌵

hi baby oh my goodness let me just say that im so happy you’re here and okay and I love you

im so glad that your isolation time was focused on healing and hopefulness and like...huge discovery!🥺🥺🥺that is so sweet of her and you totally deserve a sunflower date with someone who treasures you

take your time and don’t rush yourself honey like,,,that is such a big realization. I know tumblr is full of like established gays^tm and it might feel a bit overwhelming both here and irl but you can always keep chatting with me about it 💕

#bro #It’s so crazy to find you’re attracted to women there’s so much that goes into it #I had a period of external religious shame and some other things that made it hard so I hope you know that it’s normal to doubt and be #unsure of what you feel #im not sure quite how to explain it but all of the internet gay culture Can almost make it feel like there’s a right way to be gay / queer #/ etc... but there isn’t! there is no secret we are all pining messes of gay #sksksks I love you honey I’m so glad you’re okay pls let me know more about how you’re doing health wise and keep me updated #don’t forget that your experience is nuanced and has value outside of whoever you fancy! #ive fallen hard for women and felt like an unworthy gay bc it didn’t work out but you are valid through any external pressure or rejection #yknow? #sorry im just so tired but I’m so proud of you for taking care of yourself and making it through and making all these big leaps #I missed you truly I’m so glad you’re back #🌵 anon #the fact that you trusted me with this 🥺! #I hope it works out with sunflower girl AAAAAAAA #IM Such a fucking hopeful romantic spaz you came to the right inbox babe #im typing these tags forgetting the one I just typed #did I mention I love you yet? #bc you’re precious and this is great I’m just so happy #But are you okay though ? all healed? #ily #anony mouse #ask tag #im PROUD of you

[fernweh-writes]

hiya! can you do HCs for the slashers with a male s/o? i usually always see them geared towards women so itd be fun to switch it up! (it could be their first m/m relationship or not, doesnt matter!)

Of course hun! Usually I try to keep my writing pretty gender neutral and as inclusive as possible. Hope you enjoy! Also I’m trying to get better with adding warnings… it’s a work in progress

Slashers x Male S/O

Warning: slight nsfw content in all of these and it’s slashers so mentions of murder, kidnapping, etc

Michael Meyers

Michael isn’t good with feelings, usually his feelings towards others are anything but positive, he’s sure of that. But something about you was different, he wasn’t a fan of the feeling honestly. But Michael is a curious person, so he ends up stalking you for a decent amount of time. Eventually, he’s able to predict your every move, he knows your schedule, has figured out all your favorite things. He knows everything about you.

Michael eventually comes to terms with the fact he has a crush on you. After stalking you for some time, he was able to figure out the feeling. But at first he was honestly contemplating making you his next victim just so the feeling would go away. Now he recognizes it as a good feeling though, he needs to keep you and make you his.

His go to is knocking you out on your way home from work one evening. When you wake up you’re arms are tied to the bed, but he was kind enough to leave your feet unrestrained. At first, he just stares at you, unsure of what to do now that he has you. His favorite thing is watching you while you sleep, you just look so content and happy.

Eventually, Michael lets you wander around the house. He knows you can’t leave him, he’ll simply find you again. After all, he’s stalked you for so long he would be able to find you easily. Even if you do alert the cops it’s not like it’s his first time dealing with them. It’s best if you don’t run away, he isn’t against teaching you not to leave him again if you try.

If you make attempts to be kind to him he absolutely adores it! Massaging his shoulders, rubbing patterns across his skin, baking and cooking for him are all gestures that he loves. But, it also proves to him that you care which makes him more possessive over you.

Speaking of possessive, Michael also has the strong urge to always prove to you that he’s the dominant one. He both needs and craves control and feels the need to prove that he’s bigger and stronger than you are. Expect some rough treatment from time to time, he likes to remind you of your place.

He’s a virgin and the only knowledge he really has about sex comes from what he’s caught his victims doing. While he does do a lot of stalking, he really hasn’t learned much. Besides, most of what he’s seen has been between girls and guys, very rarely has it been anything else. But once you show him? He’s insatiable. While he’s never thought much about his sexual desires before, you’ve completely changed that. You can expect him to be pressing against your ass at any time of the day.

Loves joining you in the shower. One, it’s just an easy way for him to see you naked. Two, he usually gets you to wash his hair and all for him and he loves the feeling. You running your hands all over his body to bathe him leads to three, he usually forces you to your knees and gets you to wrap those pretty lips around him. Loves the sight of you looking up at him with water on you eyelashes and lust in your eyes. Some times you’re gonna need a second shower.

Bo Sinclair

Bo is the one most likely to deny to himself that he finds you attractive. He grew up in the Deep South with a religious family in a religious town. Anything that isn’t between a guy and a girl was always frowned upon so it takes him a minute to come to terms with his feelings.

Once he does expect him to be a big flirt. Turns out, Bo can smooth talk guys and girls all the same. It’s easy for him though considering that there’s so much about you he likes that he never seems to run out of compliments. Quickly decides that he loves the sight of you blushing and flustered by the things he says.

Once again, feels the need to prove that he’s the dominant one. Bo has never given up control to anyone, you’re not going to be any different. Often makes a show of his strength to prove he’s stronger than you. Bo also just loves to manhandle you in general, especially during sex. You just look so cute when you get all flustered about him moving you around like you weigh nothing.

Lots of ass grabbing and lewd comments once he gets comfortable with you. He’s a major pervert, so expect him to be handsy with you all of the time.

Eventually gets to the point where he likes to flaunt you. You spend a lot of time with him down at the station and he occasionally gives you small, easy chores to do, but mostly he keeps you there to chat with and keep him company. This also means that you see a lot more of the victims than you might like to and Bo isn’t afraid to let them know the two of you are together. If anyone says anything rude to you then he makes sure they get turned to wax a lot faster than he normally would. If he deems the comment to offensive then there wont be much left of them to make into wax, sorry Vincent.

Bo likes to make you believe that he would never let you top him. But if your able to hold out long enough, you can make him so needy for you that he’ll relent and allow it, but only just the once. Okay, maybe more than once but it’s still a rare occasion. He still won’t let anyone believe that he would ever bottom though. Like I said before, Bo needs to feel in control and that extends to being in control of you as well.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t as well versed in relationships as Bo or even Lester. While he would know that he’s attracted to guys, he wouldn’t have much experience at all. He would be very surprised if you showed any interest in him at all honestly, but when you do he knows he has to keep you.

He’s very shy and nervous at first. You’re most likely the first person he’s ever had a romantic relationship with so he’s very unsure of what to do at first. It’ll take a lot of reassurance from you to get him to open up to you and even longer for him to feel confident around you. Since he doesn’t talk and is pretty socially awkward, you can expect small gifts to be his go to way of wooing you. Like a penguin giving you pebbles, he is a large man bringing you wax figures.

Vincent would definitely play a big care taker role honestly. He’s both your protector and your provider. You depend upon him to survive in Ambrose and he enjoys feeling in control for once. Vincent does a good job of making sure you’re taken care of as well. Always makes sure that you eat until your full, gives you only the best of clothes from victims suitcases, and you get first pick of the items left behind by the victims.

Likes keeping you close by. Not down in his workshop of course, he doesn’t want you to see him as a monster and witness the cruel things he does. Besides, he sees you as to precious, to pure and innocent to be able to handle witnessing such things. Of course, you’re aware of the wax figures, but you’re not aware of how they’re made and he wants to keep it that way.

Vincent prefers to have you tied up beneath him with your cheeks flushed and skin covered in sweat. Also thinks your skin looks great when it’s covered in wax. Also loves the way you look so needy for him to give you some sort of relief with your pupils blown wide, lips parted, as your hips attempt buck against his.

However, Vincent does occasionally enjoy letting you take the ropes. This usually happens when he’s stressed out and has to much on his mind. Being able to let go and let you be in charge of his pleasure gives him the freedom and comfort that he needs.

Brahms Heelshire

His parents would be surprised at him requesting a male nanny but so many women had failed that he was curious to try something else. When you came along, he decided that you were perfect for him!

Unlike most of the other slashers, Brahms is more than okay with you topping him, He secretly enjoys being forced into submission and only occasionally likes to take up the dominant role in the bedroom. Goes absolutely feral for the way you discipline him and get him to submit and be good, especially since you never fail to tell him what a good boy he is and how much you enjoy him being well behaved just for you.

At the start though, he simply watches you through the walls. Especially enjoys watching you while you’re in your room or taking a shower. He’s a dirty little wall pervert what do you expect. Once he watches you jerk off for the first time, he quickly decides that he’s 100% attracted to you. Like I said, he’s a dirty wall man.

Enjoys that you still follow the schedule and do such a good job of filling the domestic roles he craves. You provide him with more structure and stability than anyone else previously had. You’re not scared to discipline him when he steps out of line and you do such a good job of taking care of him. Especially loves when you indulge him and spoil him, it drives him crazy.

He’s needy and clingy and loves to cuddle up to you. Brahms is practically glued to your hip 24/7, following you around the mansion like a lost puppy. He’s lucky you find him cute otherwise you would grow annoyed with him quite easily. He enjoys laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat, it’s really soothing to him.

Please read to him while he cuddles up against you. It’s his favorite thing ever, especially if you give him attention while you do so like playing with his hair or simply running your free hand up and down his back soothingly.

Will purposefully find ways to get dirty so that you have to bathe him. Refuses to get into the tub or shower unless you join him. Really just wants to be pressed up against the shower wall and fucked. If he needs an excuse to see you naked, he’ll steal your clothes and hide them. Then he watches from the walls as you have to go up to your room to get more clothes. The clothes he stole will remain in his room within the walls to curl up with whenever he pleases.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Honestly these two would compete over you. Might even have a bet over who can woo you first. They get jealous of the other very easily.

Billy is intimidating and plenty of people are scared of him, for good reason of course. So with him you don’t really have to worry about anyone being rude or saying anything offensive. If they do then you’ll see them on the news within the next few days. If you mention it to Billy he basically says “wow, that’s unfortunate, whatever will the world do without them.”

Stu is more likely to get physical with the person as soon as anything offensive leaves their mouth. Usually he’s less affected than Billy but he’s just so protective over you that he can’t manage to keep his cool. Sadly this means he can’t kill the person since he would be more likely to be a suspect after a physical altercation like that. They’ll still have a broken nose.

Billy is more likely to be a top, Stu is more likely to bottom but he is a switch so he likes to top occasionally to. Billy is also more rough with you in bed and enjoys running the blade of his knife across your skin while he has his other hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He degrades you while he fucks you, even the praise is degrading, telling you how good you look getting fucked like the slut you are. Stu is a lot sweeter and needier when it comes to sex. He likes to praise and compliment you, telling you how good you make him feel and how good you look just for him.

Both of them are very proud of you. They aren’t afraid to show you off or be seen with you. We all know that Stu is handsy but Billy isn’t afraid to sweet talk you in front of anyone and everyone. Claims he’s classier than Stu for not basically shoving his hand down your pants in public like he hasn’t grinded against you multiple times already. He’s just more discreet about being handsy in public.

Jesse Cromeans

You get to live lavishly with Jesse, that’s for sure. He makes sure to absolutely spoil you, anything you want is yours. The movies confirmed multiple times that he’s rich and it turns out when it comes to you, Jesse is very generous with his money.

Although, he does love choosing what you wear. Of course all of the clothes in your large closet are designer, he can’t have his boyfriend looking poor. Jesse prefers to dress you up in expensive dress shirts, slacks, and ties, something about it just gets him going. Some times he’ll allow you to wear sweatpants or whatever comfy clothes you want but it’s still going to be name brand stuff.

Also likes to shower with you. Picks out expensive and high end products so that you always smell good. Of course Jesse always smells good, his favorite colognes are never less than $100 for even a small bottle. Sometimes when he comes home late at night and crawls into bed next to you, you can still smell the slight metallic scent of blood on him. It’s usually hard to notice though since the sheets smell strongly of him that it can mask it.

He’s perverted and loves to show you off. Once you find out what he does, he won’t hesitate to take you with him on his “business trips” to different warehouses. Jesse keeps you safely tucked away in his office though, he can’t risk putting you in harms way and certainly doesn’t want you to witness the carnage. Prefers you to sit in his lap during meetings and he isn’t afraid to feel you up during them either.

If he ever gets you to blow him under his desk one day don’t expect him to let you stop just because Spann or Preston walks in. Jesse won’t hesitate to force your head back down if you try and pull away. In fact, having you choke on his cock while someone else in the room does nothing but make him feel even more aroused. Luckily for you, it’ll definitely deter Spann from trying to make any more moves on your boyfriend.

Asa Emory

Asa is a sadist and he absolutely loves to see you squirm. You can expect constant teasing and degrading from him at all times, very rarely does he compliment you. When he does compliment you though, just know he truly means them. Asa doesn’t really do feelings, his best way of showing he cares for you is by keeping you locked in his home rather than in his demented hotel.

Honestly, he probably does his best to keep you from knowing about the extent of his nightly activities. Of course you know about the hotel, you spent a few months there. You also know Asa is sadistic and enjoys hurting other people, even you that he cares so much about. But your stay at the hotel was luxurious compared to what happens to the other people in there. And while he inflicted some pain and left small cuts on you with his knife, it was nothing compared to the way he tortured the other people.

Again, Asa needs control and enjoys being in charge of everything you do. He picks out your clothes, plans out your day for you, he’s into the whole dumbification thing. You have a list of responsibilities like cooking for him and keeping the already neat house clean and tidy. Your not just his boyfriend, you’re his pet. Anything he instructs you to do, you do, otherwise you’ll be punished.

Makes sure you have your own guard dog. He hates having to leave you alone and so he leaves his best trained German Shepherd with you to keep you safe. But on the bright side at least you have well trained company that also happens to be very cuddly and friendly with you. Just don’t let Asa know you let the dog on the couch…

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Gemini (Part 1)

You and your twin brother Yoongi are heirs to the Min empire, richer than Croesus. Yoongi's set to take over the company, but you're not sure where your niche is. And then you meet Jimin.

Pairing: Jimin x F!reader is the romantic pairing, but there's a hell of a lot of Yoongi in this, and Jungkook makes a cameo.

Rating: 18+

Genre: Non-idol AU, smut

Word count: 8.6k

Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing

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Your heels sink into the plush carpet of the hotel ballroom as you walk in on your brother’s arm.

You and Yoongi have long mastered the art of disassociating your words and your expressions.

‘Why the hell are you wearing such high heels?’ Yoongi hisses, smiling at Mr and Mrs Kwon.

‘They make my legs look bomb,’ you reply, nodding graciously at Mr Lee, one of your mother’s former colleagues.

Yoongi pauses to smirk at a beautiful woman in a pink frothy confection of a dress across the room.

‘Could you not flirt, like, right in front of me?’ you ask. You take a moment to cover your face with your hand and pretend to gag.

Yoongi’s hand goes up in a wave to a group of men standing by the bar. ‘You’re one to talk, your whole outfit screams attention whore,’ he says.

Damnit, he’s got a point. Perhaps the heels were a bit much on top of the micromini skirt of your custom couture dress.

‘Incoming. I’ll see you for dinner,’ you say, smiling sweetly and leaving Yoongi’s arm just as Mrs Han, an incorrigible social climber, reaches you both.

Yoongi shoots you a killing look that morphs into a smile as he greets Mrs Han.

Yoongi is your twin brother, four minutes older but otherwise similar to you in every way. Physically, you’ve been told you’re the female version of Yoongi, which probably isn’t as terrible as it sounds. He’s got great skin, beautiful eyes. Personality wise, he’s as cynical as you, although that’s probably more due to your upbringing rather than any innate personality traits.

You love him to bits, but he’s annoying as hell sometimes.

You both work for your father’s telecommunications company, but whilst Yoongi’s being groomed to take over the company, you’ve had to find your own niche, which happens to be in product development.

There’s also the pressure of society events, such as the one you’re attending now. Your mother was a model before she married your father, and social events like this are important to her, so you and Yoongi attend, together if you can manage it, because they’re insufferable otherwise.

Yoongi has another coping mechanism, and judging by the bright smile on pink dress girl’s face as he leans over her, he’s well on his way to being able to cope tonight.

Your brother is beautiful, exquisitely dressed, but more than that, he’s got a look in his eyes that women go crazy for. You think he’d be able to attract women even if he wasn’t outrageously rich. He’s a survivor.

You blink at the waiter holding out a tray of champagne flutes to you and take two. You don’t really drink but some nights, like tonight, you need a social lubricant to get you through.

There’s a voice at your elbow, and you gulp your champagne before pasting a smile on your face.

His face makes you stop in your tracks.

He has beautiful eyes, plush lips and the most beautiful skin you’ve ever seen. He looks airbrushed, almost. His dark hair is parted to one side, styled back with a subtle undercut.

With your heels on you’re the same height.

‘Park Jimin,’ he says.

You take another gulp of champagne. ‘Min Y/N,’ you say, extending a hand.

He shakes it, matter of fact, not kissing it despite the way you’d positioned it when you held it out to him.

‘Pleasure to meet you,’ he says, politely.

You look at him curiously. There’s no hint of flirtation in his demeanour, but you don’t think he approached you because he thought you were a good conversationalist. His eyes haven’t strayed from your face.

Yoongi’s never had any problems attracting someone to go home with at these events, and you’ve never been short of propositions, either. You suppose it’s the combination of good looks, money and confidence you both share.

‘What do you do, Park Jimin?’ you ask, mimicking his polite tone.

‘I’m an engineer,’ he replies. ‘And yourself?’

‘I develop products for a telecommunications company,’ you say. ‘Min Holdings.’

Jimin’s lips quirk up in a smile. ‘Any relation?’ he asks.

‘Yes, Min Yong is my father.’ You might as well get it out there, you’re pretty well known in these circles, and if Park Jimin’s only speaking to you because of your family connections then you’d rather know now.

‘Impressive,’ Jimin says, but he doesn’t sound that interested.

You’re looking at him curiously when Yoongi approaches, holding out his arm. ‘I’m so sorry, you’ll have to excuse us, my sister and I have to join our table,’ he says to Jimin, nodding politely.

You take Yoongi’s arm but can’t resist turning back to look at Jimin as you walk away. He’s still looking at you. He’s still beautiful.

‘Do you know him?’ you ask.

Yoongi’s distracted, probably by the woman across the room wearing a silky red dress. He loves red.

‘Who? That guy you were speaking to?’ he asks.

‘Park Jimin is his name,’ you say, thoughtfully.

Now you have Yoongi’s full attention. ‘Park Jimin?’ he asks.

‘He said he was an engineer,’ you tell him.

Yoongi manages to snort and then smile within five seconds as the Phans, friends of your parents, approach.

‘He’s an engineer like I sell phones,’ Yoongi says, steering you away from your collision course with the Phans. ‘He runs DevTech.’

‘Isn’t that the company from the Incredibles?’ you ask, rolling your eyes.

‘You wish,’ Yoongi says. You’ve reached your table. Yoongi pulls out your chair for you then takes a seat himself, nodding politely to everyone else at your table.

‘It’s the largest tech company outside of Silicon Valley, Y/N,’ Yoongi explains, patiently. ‘He could buy and sell us.’

Well, colour you impressed.

***

You’re doing your morning swim, enjoying the serenity of the early morning sunshine, the way the water sparkles in the light, when Yoongi comes out, already dressed for work.

He puts a tall glass of orange juice on the table next to where your towel is.

‘Are you going to the meeting?’ he asks.

‘Shit. Is that today?’ You hoist yourself out of the pool, trying to splash Yoongi’s suit but he’s already moved away. You grab a towel and take a swig of juice.

‘You know papa hates it when you’re late,’ Yoongi says, smugly.

‘Wait for me,’ you say.

‘I’ll give you five minutes,’ Yoongi says. ‘Then I’m leaving.’

You wrap your towel around your body. ‘Ok let’s go.’

‘Ugh. Dry off first,’ Yoongi says. ‘I just got my car valeted.’

You run upstairs to grab a sweatshirt and bottoms. You have a full wardrobe in your office, including a full set of toiletries and products, a perk of nepotism.

You skid into the front driveway just as Yoongi drives up.

‘So professional,’ he jibes.

‘About as professional as fucking your assistant,’ you say coolly, rolling down the window to let your hair air dry.

You do your makeup in the car, much to Yoongi’s disgruntlement. He mutters something about mascara wands and eye injuries but he’s such a careful driver you think the risk is low. Fast cars are wasted on your brother.

You convince Yoongi to drop you off at the back so you can sneak in and get dressed without anyone seeing.

You’re swiping your keycard at the back entrance when the door opens and Park Jimin comes out.

He looks different in work clothes than in a tux but damn, he’s still stunning.

You lift your chin. You, too, probably look different in your sweats than in couture, and you’re not sure you’re just as stunning.

He looks at you, a question in his eyes. It hasn’t reached his lips before you’re stepping past him and nodding politely.

You run the rest of the way to your office.

***

By the time you enter the conference room, it’s full of people. You slip into the back next to your colleague Hera whilst Yoongi and your father take centre stage. You scan the front of the room, and stop dead on Park Jimin.

Hadn’t you just seen him leave? What the hell is the CEO of DevTech doing at this meeting?

Your father is talking, telling you all about a new collaboration between yourselves and DevTech, but you’re barely listening. You’re staring at Park Jimin, and oddly enough, he seems to be staring back at you.

He licks his plush lips, and you feel an answering throb in your groin.

Damn. You need to get laid.

When the meeting ends your father calls your name. You turn to greet him. ‘Papa,’ you say, glad you had time to change out of your sweats and into a conservative navy dress and matching pumps.

‘Y/N, I’d like you to meet Park Jimin,’ your father says, and Jimin’s standing next to him, looking at you.

‘We’ve met,’ you say, pleasantly, your corporate face on. ‘It’s a pleasure to be working with you.’

‘Likewise, I’m sure,’ Jimin says smoothly. He’s just as good as you at putting on a face, from the looks of it.

Yoongi brushes past you on his way out. ‘Don’t shit where you eat,’ he says to you, crudely.

Leave it to Yoongi to paraphrase an ancient Vietnamese proverb as a warning.

‘Sex with me isn’t shit,’ you say, smiling sweetly at your twin. ‘Sorry if it’s that way with you.’

Jimin laughs, and your eyes fly to his. ‘I’m sorry, my brother is terribly crude,’ you say, immediately, smiling.

Thankfully your father’s left the conference room.

‘Sounds like you can hold your own,’ Jimin points out.

He falls into step beside you as you leave the conference room, subtly flipping Yoongi the bird as you go.

‘Would you like to meet my staff?’ you offer. You hadn’t been listening, but you’ve met enough collaborators to fall into a routine.

Jimin shakes his head. ‘I’ve got another meeting to go to, but I’ll be back next week. I’ll have my assistant set up a meeting.’

You nod.

‘I’ll see you at dinner,’ Jimin says. He leans forward to brush a kiss against your cheek, and you’re so distracted by his delicious cologne and his proximity that you forget to ask anything about dinner.

***

Yoongi snorts when he sees you. ‘Oh I’m sorry, is this dinner interrupting your audition for House of Gucci?’

‘Shut up,’ you say, irritably. You’re dressed conservatively, for you, in a black sheath dress. ‘This is Schiaparelli.’

Yoongi straightens his tie, which you were hoping he wouldn’t notice is askew. He doesn’t make any other snappy comments as you walk together to the dining room at your parents’ house. Sometimes he knows when to quit.

You greet your parents and Leehom, your father’s right hand man, at the table, then turn to Jimin. He’s changed into a beautiful black velvet dinner jacket, and he looks as impeccable as always.

‘Jimin,’ you say, tilting your face up for a kiss. He obliges, lips warm on your cheek.

You end up sitting next to Jimin and opposite Yoongi at the dining table. Jimin’s table manners are as perfect as the rest of him.

You entertain yourself by flicking bits of food at Yoongi’s pristine white dinner jacket, that he dodges expertly whilst also managing to carry on a conversation with Jimin’s associate, a serious looking man called Namjoon.

Jimin raises an eyebrow at you as a pea goes flying across, landing in the folds of Yoongi’s crimson pocket square.

‘Are you twelve?’ he asks.

‘My nanny said not to speak to strangers,’ you drawl, not missing a beat. ‘It’s my bedtime soon, I’ll have to go back to the nursery.’

Jimin just looks at you, but there’s a twitch to his lips which makes you think he’s trying not to smile.

‘Here,’ Jimin says. ‘Let me try.’

You scoop a spoonful of peas onto his plate, which he promptly flicks at Yoongi.

His aim is true. The pea hits the lapel of Yoongi’s jacket and bounces off into his wine glass, sending tiny ripples through the red.

Yoongi barely reacts but a moment later there’s a hard kick to your leg.

You hiss and pull back. ‘Abandon,’ you say to Jimin in a stage whisper. ‘We’re under attack.’

Jimin’s smiling now. ‘He has no peas,’ he points out.

‘He kicked me,’ you report. ‘He’s wearing pointy shoes.’

To prove your point, you lift up the hem of your dress to show Jimin the bruise that’s just bloomed on your shin.

Jimin looks at you sympathetically. ‘That must have hurt.’

‘I’m used to it,’ you say, dramatically. ‘Being a Min twin is a life of pain.’

Jimin’s laughter is silvery, ringing out and cutting through the murmured conversations of your dinner party.

Your mother’s looking at you, a fond smile on her face.

You put your hand on Jimin’s arm. ‘Stop smiling, unless you want to end up in an arranged marriage,’ you warn. ‘My mother’s noticed us.’

Jimin laughs again, and you frown at him. ‘The danger is real, don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

Jimin stops laughing, although his eyes are still sparkling. God, he’s beautiful.

‘There are worse things than marrying you,’ he says, dryly.

You nod, serious. ‘Thank you, that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.’

After dinner, you’re talking to Namjoon when Yoongi comes up to you.

‘Can you cover me?’ he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. ‘Why?’

‘I’ve got a date,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘I’ve got to go.’

‘Sure,’ you say, obliging. ‘Can I borrow your car tomorrow?’

Yoongi scowls. ‘You drive too fast.’

You wait.

Finally, he says. ‘Ok. But you’re paying for any damages incurred.’

‘Deal.’ You stop him as he’s about to walk away, pulling out his pocket square, letting all the trapped peas scatter on the floor.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Your aim is getting better.’

‘Jimin shot half of them,’ you confess.

‘Shit. Eat.’ Yoongi says, meaningfully.

You refold the crimson silk and tuck it back into his pocket. You don’t say a word.

Yoongi gives you a long warning look before he leaves.

***

You knock on Yoongi’s door, and it’s answered by a very beautiful woman clutching a sheet to her breasts.

‘I’m Y/N,’ you say. ‘Can you tell my brother Yoongi he’s going to be late for work if he doesn’t leave in the next five minutes, please?’

The woman smiles at you. She’s radiant, even at this early hour. ‘Sure,’ she says.

You’re pulled up at the front doors of your house when Yoongi stumbles out.

Wordlessly, you gesture to the coffee and gum in the cupholder.

‘Thanks,’ Yoongi croaks.

You pull into traffic, heading for work. ‘So, she’s pretty,’ you say, idly.

‘She is,’ Yoongi says, pulling up his collar so he can slip his tie on.

‘What’s it like being the family whore?’ you ask.

Yoongi laughs. ‘Someone’s got to produce a Min heir,’ he says.

‘I think mama would prefer it if you were married first,’ you say.

‘She was asking about you and Park Jimin,’ Yoongi says, eyes flicking to yours.

You glance in the rearview mirror. ‘You’re older, technically you should get married first.’

‘I’m taking over the company,’ Yoongi says.

‘And I’m just playing,’ you finish. There’s no inflection in your voice, yet Yoongi looks over at you.

‘You could have a bigger role,’ he says, quietly.

You turn into the car park. You’ve always known what expectations are on you as the younger twin, as the girl. You’ve never cared enough to strike out on your own, but occasionally you do wonder what the hell you’re doing.

You slide the car into the parking space. ‘See you in there, Yoongi.’

Yoongi picks up his coffee. ‘Want to have lunch?’ he asks.

‘Ugh. No,’ you say instantly.

‘See you at dinner,’ Yoongi says.

You’re reading through the specs of a new product your head of design has sent you when there’s a knock at your door.

‘Hey,’ Jimin says.

You look up at him.

He’s looking straight back at you, unflinching. There’s a quiet confidence in his stance, self-assuredness in his voice as he asks, ‘Would you like to go out to dinner tonight?’

You look at him consideringly. ‘I’d like that.’

‘Great,’ Jimin says, as though he’d not expected any other response. ‘I’ve got reservations at 7.’

***

Yoongi raises an eyebrow as you pass him on your way out.

‘Dinner plans?’ he asks.

‘I’m out with Park Jimin,’ you tell him. ‘Don’t wait up.’

Yoongi’s lips quirk up in a half-smile. ‘Working on the Min heir?’

‘Actually, my children won’t be Mins,’ you point out. ‘Looks like that’s your problem, Min Yoongi.’

You sweep past him before he can think of a comeback.

Jimin has you meet him at the restaurant. It’s an upscale Italian. You’ve never been but you’ve always wanted to try it. You smooth your hand over your black dress as you enter.

Jimin’s already there. He gets up to pull your chair out and to plant a soft kiss on your cheek. He smells amazing. You concentrate hard not to let your imagination run away with you.

You’ve been on a lot of dates, it keeps your mother from wanting to set you up with her friends’ sons. Rightly or wrongly, you’ve acquired a reputation for being high-maintenance, picky, like that’s a bad thing. You wonder if Jimin’s heard any of the rumours about you.

You haven’t heard anything about him, although his family is as prominent as yours.

Jimin’s not overly chatty, but he’s attentive, asking you questions about your job, your family. He seems to be really listening to the answers, and after a while you run out of stock responses.

‘Why did you ask me to dinner, Jimin?’ you ask, as your plates are being cleared away for dessert.

‘You seem interesting,’ Jimin says. He looks like he isn’t about to elaborate.

‘And am I?’ you ask.

‘You are,’ Jimin affirms. He smiles at you.

‘Do you have siblings?’ you ask, trying to remember if you’ve ever met any of Jimin’s family at a social event.

‘I have a younger brother,’ Jimin says. ‘He’s at university.’

‘Do you like your job?’ you ask.

Jimin eyes you before answering. ‘I’ve been groomed to be CEO of DevTech since I was an emo kid with eyeliner and Vans.’

‘I see you as an emo kid,’ you agree. ‘I can see you with bangs and eyeliner.’

Jimin laughs. ‘What kind of teen were you?’

‘I was sporty,’ you confess. ‘I ran track, swam a lot, played hockey.’

‘Athletic,’ Jimin muses. ‘I was sporty too.’

After dessert, Jimin walks you to your car. ‘Nice,’ he says appreciatively, admiring the sleek lines of it, the leather seats.

‘It’s my brother’s,’ you say, shrugging. ‘He doesn’t know I’ve borrowed it.’

‘What’s your car?’ Jimin asks, curious.

‘I don’t have one,’ you say, matter of factly. ‘It’s my constant struggle between accepting my privilege and denying it.’

Jimin laughs. ‘Interesting.’

‘Want a ride?’ you ask.

Jimin’s eyes drop to your lips, and you feel a rush of heat in your cheeks.

‘A ride in Yoongi’s car,’ you clarify.

Jimin laughs. ‘Maybe another time.’

‘Maybe,’ you say. You throw the car into gear and drive off until you can’t see him in your rearview mirror.

***

You’re running along your family’s estate, cutting past the Japanese rock garden, when you see the entrance gates open and an unfamiliar car pull in.

The tinted windows don’t allow you to look in, but it doesn’t matter because the backseat window is rolling down, and Park Jimin sticks his head out.

You’ve never really had a thing for rich boys, they’re all you met growing up so you prefer boys who have a little rough to them.

You think the problem was that you never met the right rich boy, because Park Jimin’s making you rethink your opinion. He’s stepping out of the car now, silvery hair beautifully styled back from his forehead, thigh muscles flexing against the white tennis shorts he’s wearing.

His tennis bag is slung over his shoulder, and now you’re looking at the way his polo shirt is stretched over the width of his shoulders, the way it tapers down to his narrow waist, and then you’re back to his thighs.

God, his thighs.

You close your mouth.

‘Hey, Jimin,’ you say.

‘Hey, Y/N,’ he says.

The audacity of him.

‘Tennis?’ you inquire.

‘Your dad invited me to play a few games,’ Jimin says.

‘My father takes his tennis seriously,’ you say. ‘So does my brother.’

You wait a beat. ‘So do I.’

Jimin just smiles.

He’s good, you think later, as you watch Jimin put Yoongi through his paces on the court.

You’ve changed into your shortest tennis dress, and you see Yoongi’s eyebrows rise as you saunter towards them with water.

‘Really?’ Yoongi asks, as you hand him a bottle. ‘A bit obvious, don’t you think?’

‘What do you call the shorts he’s wearing?’ you ask.

Yoongi scowls. ‘Fair. Shall we challenge them to doubles?’

‘Min twins,’ you say instantly, and Yoongi’s scowl changes into a half-embarrassed grin.

‘We were 14,’ he says, rolling his eyes, but you know he’s only got fond memories of it.

You and Yoongi were junior doubles champions in high school, creatively called the ‘Min twins’. You liked playing with your brother, until you discovered boys.

Yoongi goes to speak to your father whilst you bring water to Jimin. He’s flushed, sweaty with the effort of challenging Yoongi, but the smile he gives you is languid, slow and devastatingly sexy.

‘Doubles?’ you ask, trying not to watch the way water is dribbling down the front of his shirt, outlining what look like abs you would love to trace with your fingers. Or your tongue.

Jimin lowers his bottle. ‘I’m worried you might be too much for me to handle,’ he says.

‘I probably am,’ you agree.

***

You volunteer to walk Jimin out after you and Yoongi thrash him and your father at doubles. As you wait for his driver to arrive, Jimin turns to you.

His face is so close to yours you can’t look at him without going cross-eyed, but you know how this goes. You close your eyes, and Jimin’s lips meet yours.

The kiss is chaste, more of a tease than with any real meaning behind it, but there’s nothing shy about the way his hand grazes your bare thigh.

‘Dinner tomorrow?’ Jimin murmurs.

You hear the car drive up, and your eyes pop open. Jimin’s still looking at you, waiting for an answer.

‘Yeah,’ you say.

You wave as he’s driven away. He’s a tease, and you think you like it.

***

The way Jimin’s looking at you across the table is making you feel warm, fluttery.

His lips close around his dessert spoon, taking the slippery sliver of panna cotta with it.

You need to stop looking at his lips.

Jimin doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he seems to be encouraging it.

His thigh brushes yours under the table.

The lace panties you’ve chosen specifically are sticking to you uncomfortably, you’ve been steadily soaking them since you arrived for your date and he brushed his lips against your ear when he said hello.

You’re no stranger to sex, you may not be getting as much as Yoongi is but that’s only because you’ve got higher standards.

Something tells you that Jimin’s the kind of guy who’ll drag things out, make you wait just because he can, and in your experience there’s only one way to deal with men like that.

Jimin’s hand lands on the small of your back as you leave the restaurant.

‘Need a lift?’ he asks.

‘Where do you live?’ you ask. ‘I don’t want you to go out of your way.’

‘It’s no bother, I want to make sure you get home safe,’ Jimin says.

Jimin stops on your driveway and cuts the engine.

‘I’ve had a great time,’ he tells you.

‘Me too,’ you say.

He’s leaning towards you a little, so you tilt forward to kiss him. He turns his head just before you reach him, and your lips brush against his.

His hand curls around your arm briefly, as if to keep you from leaving.

‘I’d like to see you later this week,’ he says.

Your heart leaps in your chest. ‘I’d like that too,’ you reply.

Jimin walks around the other side of the car to let you out, and for a moment his body crowds yours.

He kisses you again, and you giggle, a little breathlessly. ‘See you later this week,’ you say.

Jimin nods. He closes the door and waits for you to reach your front door.

You turn around and take one last look at him before you go inside.

You’ve learned two things tonight – one that Park Jimin looks beautiful in the moonlight leaning against his fancy Italian car, and two, that you’re pretty sure he was hard when he leaned in to kiss you again.

He hasn’t complimented you on your looks yet, but he’s clearly attracted to you.

You revel in the warmth of that realisation as you skip up the stairs to your room.

***

You’re breathless, pressed up against Jimin in the men’s changing rooms at the country club.

‘Shhh,’ he warns, his words at odds with the way he’s working hard to make you cry out for him.

Your father, your mother and Yoongi are playing in a golf tournament, and you’d resigned yourself to a boring day supporting them when Jimin had walked up to you. You’re not even sure what he’s doing at the club, he’s not dressed for golf, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Especially not now that he’s kissing you, pressing his lips to yours, letting you grind against the hard thigh that’s pressed between your legs.

‘Let me feel you,’ Jimin whispers in your ear. His hand slips under the skirt of your dress, tugging aside your panties to touch you.

You gasp as his thumb strokes over your clit, already swollen from riding his thigh.

Jimin swears. ‘Fuck. You feel so good, baby.’

He slides a finger into you, and you’re more than ready for him.

‘Jimin,’ you plead.

He covers his lips with your own to stifle the noises you’re making as he fucks into you with his fingers.

‘You’re such a naughty girl,’ he tells you, squeezing your ass with the hand that’s not currently inside you. ‘Letting me touch you like this in the men’s rooms.’

You whine helplessly as he fingers you faster, muscles in his forearm flexing, thumb insistent on your clit.

‘The fucking Min princess, coming undone on my fingers,’ he murmurs, nibbling at your earlobe.

‘No one,’ you pant, trying to catch your breath, ‘no one calls me that.’

Jimin just laughs, breath hot in your ear. ‘Sweetheart, everyone calls you that.’

You want to protest more, but he’s grinding his impressively hard cock against your hip as he fingers you, and you’re hurtled into an orgasm, clenching around his fingers.

Jimin groans. ‘Fuck. Fuck. You feel so so good.’

You’re panting, trying to catch your breath, when you hear more people entering the changing rooms.

Jimin presses a kiss to your forehead, helping you straighten your skirt. ‘Come on,’ he says. ‘Let’s get out of here.’

He holds out his arm, and you ignore the stares of the other men as he leads you out of the men’s rooms.

Yoongi’s standing just outside the changing rooms. He cocks an eyebrow at the sight of you and Jimin.

‘My sister isn’t a conquest for the changing rooms at the fucking country club, Park,’ he says.

Jimin is apologetic. ‘You’re right, Yoongi.’

Yoongi turns to you. ‘Our parents are waiting for us to have lunch,’ he says, pointedly.

You’re halfway to the restaurant when Yoongi speaks again. ‘What the hell were you thinking, going in there with Park Jimin?’

‘I obviously wasn’t thinking,’ you mutter. ‘Have you ever taken a girl in there?’

‘Everyone does it,’ Yoongi replies. ‘It’s why the individual stalls are so huge. But I didn’t want Jimin thinking he could get away with it with you.’

‘Thanks, I guess.’

‘That’s what a big brother’s for,’ Yoongi replies.

You snort. ‘We’re twins.’

Yoongi rolls his eyes. ‘And yet only one of us is causing scandals.’

‘Do people call me the Min princess?’ you ask.

Yoongi frowns. ‘You’re a Min. We don’t give a fuck what anyone says.’

‘Yeah,’ you agree.

He’s silent for a moment, then he says, ‘they say things about us too. That we’re too close, whatever the fuck that means.’

‘They can fuck right off,’ you say, incensed at the idea of anyone talking shit about Yoongi.

‘Damn right,’ Yoongi agrees.

***

Jimin’s sprawled on the grass after your run, pretending to be too tired to continue.

You kneel next to him. ‘How’s the collaboration going?’ you ask.

Jimin shades his eyes from the sun. ‘I think it’ll be very successful,’ he says. ‘We seem to be in the groove, our teams are working well together. Your dad seems pleased.’

‘And are you pleased, CEO Park?’ you ask.

‘I’m pleased about a lot of things,’ Jimin says. ‘Work’s going great. I have you. I don’t need anything else.’

You stand and put out your hand to him. He pulls you down onto the grass with him.

‘I wondered if you’d consider marrying me,’ he says.

You scoff, before realising he’s completely serious.

‘We haven’t been going out long, Jimin,’ you say.

Jimin sits up.

‘I know that. I don’t think I need to know anything else about you to know I want to marry you, though. We’re from similar backgrounds, you’re funny and smart and obviously beautiful. We get along.’

It’s not the most romantic of proposals, and he doesn’t say anything about loving you.

Considering how it all turns out, you were right to be concerned.

But in that moment, with your beautiful boyfriend looking up at you in the golden sunshine, a soft breeze playing with his hair, you can’t think of anything to say apart from yes.

***

Your wedding is a grand affair, in a 14th century cathedral, attended by over a thousand guests.

You’re sitting in your room alone, trying to calm your nerves, when there’s a knock at the door.

To your surprise, it’s Jimin.

He smiles at you, warm, reassuring. ‘Hey.’

You don’t even try to hide how happy you are to see him. ‘Hey.’

Jimin takes your hand. ‘Are you nervous? I am.’

‘I’m nervous as hell. Are we doing the right thing, Jimin?’ you ask.

Jimin squeezes your hand. ‘My hands are sweating.’

You shake your head in mock disbelief. ‘Park Jimin, sweating? I didn’t think you were capable of it.’

‘Really, baby?’ Jimin asks, and his voice is so suggestive you flush. ‘I was sweating last night when –’

You press your fingers to his lips. ‘Please, stop. This dress is too tight for me to laugh.’

Jimin slides a hand down your side. ‘You look hot.’

‘Aww thanks. You’re such a romantic.’

Jimin shrugs. ‘Want to have sex? Might take the edge off.’

You burst out laughing as he starts unbuttoning his shirt.

Jimin stops. ‘That’s my girl,’ he says, smiling at you affectionately.

He’s back to holding your hand. ‘You’re going to be a Park, and we’re untouchable. This wedding is about you and me, baby. Fuck everyone else.’

He sounds so much like your brother you can’t help laughing again.

‘Mins are untouchable too,’ you point out.

‘Then you’ve got it made,’ Jimin says. ‘Come on. I can’t wait to marry you.’

You marry Park Jimin in front of a thousand witnesses, but it’s only his face you’re looking at.

***

You’re stretched out under an umbrella on the beach in Santorini, watching Jimin as he emerges from the sea.

He smirks as soon as he’s close enough to see your face.

‘Like what you see, baby?�� he asks.

You let your eyes travel from his slicked back hair to his gorgeous body, to the way his skin’s been toasted golden by the sun.

He’s not waiting for an answer, leaning in to lick a stripe up your neck.

Back in your hotel he doesn’t bother to rinse off before backing you onto the bed.

‘You’re getting sand everywhere,’ you point out, like you give a fuck.

Jimin’s always gone with your tone rather than your actual words. He’s kissing you, vocal in his appreciation of you, hands stroking circles over your sun-warmed skin.

He’s unceremonious about tugging at the knot in your bikini top, exposing your breasts.

‘You look so good with a tan,’ he tells you, cupping your breasts, pinching at your nipples.

You hook your fingers into the waistband of his shorts, wanting them off, wanting to feel him.

Jimin sits up to help. You’re untying the knot in your bikini bottoms when Jimin stops you.

‘I’ll do it,’ he says. He pulls them off your hips and pushes your legs apart to make room for his face.

‘Fuck, Jimin,’ you moan.

Jimin presses his lips to your clit and sucks, tongue flicking out to tease. He laps at your clit until you’re writhing against the bed, fisting the sheets.

‘So fucking wet,’ Jimin murmurs. He slaps your clit suddenly, and a shock of arousal pulses through you. He’s sliding his fingers into you, and you can both hear how wet you sound.

‘You think you’re ready, baby?’ he asks.

‘God, yes, fuck me,’ you cry.

Jimin wraps a hand around his cock, and you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how fucking beautiful his cock is. He’s fully hard, beading pre-cum at his tip, and he swears as you sit up to lap at his head.

‘Don’t tease unless you’re going to do it properly,’ he tells you, tapping at your lips with his cock. ‘Get me wet, baby.’

You take him in your mouth, groaning at the taste of him. Your pussy throbs as you take all of him in, opening wide so you can lick his balls.

Jimin slides a hand through your hair, holding it back so he can see you stuffed full of his cock. You swallow around his tip, and he jerks.

‘Fuck. Stop.’

He pulls out of you, lifts one of your legs and plunges into you, fucking into you hard, fast, the way you like.

His chest gleams with sweat, and he’s breathless, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

‘Go on, princess, take what you need,’ he urges.

He helps you anyway, sealing his lips to yours as he grinds against your clit.

You cry out. You’re so close, so close. You can feel him pulsing inside you, twitching as he spills himself in you, but it’s his agonised cry that sends you over the edge.

‘Fuck,’ Jimin moans. He just about manages to hold himself up, flopping onto the bed beside you instead of on top of you.

‘The mouth on you,’ you murmur.

Jimin smiles, hand snaking to cup your ass. ‘You love it. You love me.’

He’s not wrong.

***

Yoongi catches up with you after your meeting.

‘Lunch?’ he asks.

‘You buying?’ you ask.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. ‘You should come to dinner with Jimin. Mama won’t stop going on at me about finding a nice girl.’

You step out with Yoongi onto the city street outside your office.

‘What’s the stress with papa?’ you ask. You’d picked up on your father’s tenseness during the meeting.

Yoongi holds open the door of the bistro you often visit for lunch.

‘Opal are closing in on the government tender,’ he tells you.

You order and sit back. Min Holdings is competing with Opal for a contract that’ll give you a huge advantage when expanding in the years to come.

‘Can I help?’ you ask, suddenly feeling guilty about your lack of contribution to the company. You run product development, but you’re not involved in higher decision making like Yoongi is.

Yoongi sighs. ‘I’ve got it. We’ve doing everything we can.’ He massages his forehead, and you notice how tired your brother looks.

‘Can Jimin help?’ you ask.

Yoongi’s about to reply, then he reconsiders.

‘I’m a Park now,’ you say. ‘He’s part of the family.’

Yoongi nods. ‘Can you set up a meeting?’

‘Let’s talk about it over dinner tonight,’ you say.

You’re listening as your brother, Jimin and your father discuss the tender. Your mother touches your arm.

‘Are you well, Y/N?’ she asks.

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. ‘Is this your way of asking me about producing an heir, mama?’

She laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners. ‘No, my love.’

She nods to your husband and brother. ‘You’ve never been as interested in the business as your brother.’

You wait.

‘Your father and I just want you to be happy, whether it’s working for the business, or working for yourself, or not working at all. God knows between us and Jimin you’ll never have to worry about money. We’re privileged, Y/N, there doesn’t have to be guilt about something you were born into.’

You smile fondly. ‘Thank you mama.’

‘Just in case it needed to be said,’ your mother says. She gets up, and instantly the men at the table stand to see her out.

Later that night you’re lying in bed beside Jimin. He turns over to face you. ‘Penny for your thoughts?’

‘I was thinking about work,’ you say.

Jimin’s quiet. ‘What about it?’

‘I think I might resign,’ you tell him.

Jimin nods. ‘Once we start having children –‘

You interrupt hurriedly. ‘Oh, I was thinking of getting another job.’

Jimin looks at you, confused. ‘What sort of job?’

‘I don’t know,’ you say.

‘You know, the job market’s pretty brutal,’ Jimin says. He sounds like he’s falling asleep.

There’s something about the dismissive way he says it, that stings.

‘Not the place for a spoiled little rich girl?’ you ask, voice heavy with sarcasm.

You wait for Jimin to reply, but he’s asleep.

***

You take the lift to Jimin’s office, stopping by to say hello to his secretary, Hyejin.

‘Lovely to see you, Mrs Park, go ahead,’ she says, smiling pleasantly.

Jimin’s on the phone when you get in, having what sounds like a heated conversation.

He smiles when he sees you, and you busy yourself answering emails until he hangs up.

‘Hey, baby,’ he says, coming to kiss you in greeting. ‘Did we have lunch plans?’

‘No, I just thought I’d surprise you,’ you say, smiling brightly. ‘Remember that interview I told you about, with that charity? They called to offer me the job!’

‘Ah, congratulations,’ Jimin says, looking pleased. ‘When do you start?’

As you answer, his phone rings again. ‘I’m sorry, love, I have to take this.’

‘Sure,’ you say.

Jimin turns away from you as he answers. You wait twenty minutes before you slip out.

You’re at a bit of a loss as you leave Jimin’s office. You call Yoongi. ‘Hey, lunch?’ you ask.

‘Can’t,’ Yoongi answers, brisk. ‘I’ve got back-to-back meetings. See you at dinner?’

‘Sure, maybe tomorrow. I’ve got plans tonight.’

You head back into work. You can’t wait to tell Jimin all about your new job, at dinner.

You’ve been staring at your phone for so long your vision is blurry. You’ve ordered dinner in for you and Jimin, but it’s well past the time he usually gets in.

You send him a text.

Y/N: Hey, are you ok?

Two ticks light up but he doesn’t reply.

You’re woken in the middle of the night by Jimin sliding into bed with you.

‘Hey, baby,’ you say. He smells faintly of alcohol.

‘You’re so warm,’ he says, nuzzling your neck.

‘Were you out?’ you ask.

‘Yeah, Namjoon’s got engaged so we went to celebrate,’ he says. He’s kissing your neck, hand trailing down the front of your silky negligee.

‘Fuck, you look so hot,’ he tells you.

‘It’s too dark to see,’ you say, trying not to moan at the feel of his mouth on your neck.

His hand cups your breast and he leans down to lick your nipples. ‘I can see enough,’ Jimin tells you.

Your nipples are taut, slickness pooling between your legs at his touch.

His hard cock presses against your belly as he climbs on top of you.

‘I’m gonna stuff you full of my cum,’ Jimin says, voice velvety, mouth sinfully warm.

You tighten around his cock as he pushes in.

‘Fuck, Jimin,’ you moan.

‘Yeah, it’s your husband, baby,’ Jimin grunts. ‘Take me like a good girl, that’s it.’

You’re crying out at the pleasure of it as he rocks his hips against yours.

Jimin fucks you until you’re sobbing his name.

***

You’ve just packed up the last of your things and are admiring the view from your office windows when there’s a knock at your door.

Yoongi comes up to your desk.

‘You’re really doing it,’ he says.

‘I start my new job tomorrow,’ you tell him.

‘Good luck,’ Yoongi tells you. ‘You can always come back if it doesn’t work out.’

‘Why wouldn’t it work out?’ you ask.

Yoongi shrugs. ‘It’s tough out there.’

You get up, hoisting your box. ‘You know, Yoongi, if you got a job anywhere else I’m sure you’d smash it. You’re an asset.’

Yoongi’s looking at you. ‘I didn’t mean—’

‘I’m a Min too. I’ll cope.’

You turn around and leave your office. You don’t look back.

***

You’re telling Jimin about your first week at your new job when you realise he’s distracted.

‘You ok, baby?’ you ask.

Jimin sighs. ‘It’s just this tender, I’m sure your brother’s told you about it.’

You haven’t spoken to Yoongi since you left your office.

‘Tell me,’ you say, and he does.

It’s only when you’re in bed with him, falling asleep, that it occurs to you that he hasn’t asked you about your job, at all.

***

You’re sipping champagne at another society do when your arm is jostled.

‘Oh god, I’m sorry, are you all right?’

You turn to see a tall, dark-haired man dressed in a black tux, looking apologetically at you.

‘I’m fine, I like wearing my champagne as well as drinking it,’ you say, smiling.

He laughs as he takes napkins from a passing waiter, passing them to you.

You dab at the front of your black silk gown.

‘Jeon Jungkook,’ he says, tilting his head. ‘And I’m sorry.’

‘Min Y/N, and it’s ok.’

‘Are you here with anyone?’ he asks, sipping his own drink.

‘God, too many people,’ you sigh. ‘My husband, my twin brother, my parents. Yourself?’

‘I’m alone. I had a date but she’s flirting with a smooth bastard in a white dinner jacket.’

‘Is he blond, with silver earrings, by any chance?’ you ask. ‘Does he have eyes like mine?’

Jungkook looks at you curiously, then chuckles. ‘He does look like you.’

‘Then you have no chance, my friend, my brother’s got game.’

Jungkook laughs. ‘Can I trade you for her?’

‘My husband might have something to say about that,’ you joke. ‘I think you should just quit and accept you’re going home alone tonight.’

Jungkook laughs again. ‘Can I top up your drink?’

‘Sure, as long as you don’t spill it on me again,’ you say.

‘These society events are dry as fuck, aren’t they?’ Jungkook asks.

‘They’re only tolerable if you’ve got a separate agenda,’ you agree. ‘Yoongi, that’s my brother, picks up women, and I drink and think about not disappointing my parents.’

‘Let me guess, you’re a rich heiress,’ Jungkook says.

You scoff. ‘Everyone here is.’

‘Not me,’ Jungkook says, and there’s quiet pride in his voice when he says, ‘I built my company from the ground up.’

‘A working man,’ you say. ‘Good for you.’

‘I always wanted to be a rich kid growing up,’ Jungkook tells you.

‘Yeah?’ you ask, smiling.

‘Yeah. I always wanted to impress pretty rich girls like you.’ He smiles at you, and it’s endearingly honest.

‘I’m sure you never had any problems picking up girls,’ you say.

Jungkook chuckles. ‘I’m pretty confident,’ he says.

‘Do you want me to distract my brother so you can have your date back?’ you offer.

Jungkook tilts his head again. ‘No, I think I’m doing better out of this trade than he is.’

The meaning in his voice is unmistakeable, as is the warmth in his gaze as he looks at you.

Jimin’s voice behind you makes you break eye contact. ‘There you are,’ he says. There’s an edge to his voice as he says to Jungkook, ‘I’m Park Jimin, Y/N’s husband.’

‘Jeon Jungkook. Different surnames?’ Jungkook asks, and he knows exactly what he’s doing.

‘We’re newly married, I sometimes forget,’ you say.

Jimin gives you a long look before offering you his arm. ‘Your parents are looking for you, Y/N.’

‘Good luck with your date,’ you say to Jungkook, raising an eyebrow as Jimin leads you away.

His silvery laughter echoes behind you.

***

‘Do you know him?’ Jimin asks, as he’s driving you home at the end of the night.

You don’t have to ask who he means, he’s been edgy with you since he found you with Jungkook.

‘No, I just met him tonight. He spilled champagne on me.’

Jimin’s quiet. ‘My mother cheated on my father, multiple times, before they got divorced.’

Now you’re quiet. ‘What are you trying to say, Jimin?’

‘I won’t be made a fool of, Y/N.’

You touch his arm. ‘I would never do that, Jimin.’

He looks at you, then, but he doesn’t say anything.

You sleep on opposite sides of the bed that night.

***

The frost in the air thrills you. Christmas is your favourite time of year, always. You put on Christmas music as you wrap the last of Jimin’s presents.

You and Jimin are spending Christmas with your parents, and Yoongi. It’s your six-month wedding anniversary straight after, so you’ve got him an extra gift that you know he’ll love.

Your phone rings, and it’s Jimin.

‘Hey, baby,’ he says. He sounds stressed, tired. The government tender’s been taking up all of Jimin’s and Yoongi’s time, and it’s due in at the start of the new year.

‘Hey,’ you say. ‘How are you doing baby?’

‘Could be better. I’ll be late today, I think it’s best if you head to your parents, and I’ll come tomorrow.’

You’re disappointed, but you know how much pressure he’s under.

‘Sure, baby,’ you say. ‘I’ll see you tomorrow, ok? Anything I can do to help?’

Jimin sighs. ‘No, I’ve just got some re-zoning applications to sign off on.’

‘Thrilling,’ you say.

Jimin laughs. ‘I’d rather be with you. You’d better get going, before it’s too late, ok?’

You hang up and call Mr Lee, your parent’s driver for a lift.

Your mother’s at the door to greet you. ‘Hello, darling, I see you’ve also lost your husband to the fight against Opal.’

You laugh, despite yourself. ‘I suggested asking for Jimin’s help to Yoongi,’ you confess.

‘Brought it on yourself,’ your mother says, laughing too. ‘Come on, you can help me arrange the presents under the tree.’

***

You wake up the next morning to an empty bed, a little disoriented. Then you remember Jimin. You check your phone and realise he’s left you a message saying he’s on his way.

You get dressed and go down for breakfast, something you’ve missed whilst you’ve been living with Jimin.

Mrs Lee, your parents’ housekeeper, greets you cheerfully. ‘You’re first down, Y/N. Coffee?’

‘Yes, please,’ you say.

You have breakfast alone, looking out the bay windows at the driveway. As soon as the car pulls in you’re up, hurrying to greet Jimin.

Your husband looks beautiful as ever, but exhausted. He curls an arm around you as you approach, leaning down to kiss you.

‘Baby,’ you say. ‘Do you want to get some rest? Are you hungry?’

Jimin nods. ‘Is anyone up? I might try and catch some sleep before lunch.’

You put Jimin to bed and wander back down. Yoongi’s sprawled over a sofa in the media room. He brightens when he sees you.

‘Elf?’ he asks.

You’re already out the door. ‘Just grabbing snacks.’

You go up to wake Jimin up for lunch. To your surprise he’s already up, eyes bloodshot, talking on the phone. You wait until he ends the call.

‘You need a break,’ you tell him.

‘We don’t all live off daddy’s money and play at charity work,’ he snaps.

You recoil, but he’s not even looking at you, staring at his phone as it rings again.

‘Lunch is at 12.30,’ you tell him.

You walk towards your wardrobe to get dressed on legs that feel too stiff, back straight.

You get dressed mechanically, put on makeup and do your hair, waiting for him to say something, anything.

It’s when you’re putting on your shoes that you realise he’s not going to.

***

You put on your best face at Christmas dinner, oohing over the food, feigning enthusiasm over the dumb cracker prizes. You work hard to cover over the strain between you and Jimin, it’s his first Christmas with your family after all. Maybe you should have offered to stay with his family.

By the time you’re getting ready for bed, your head is throbbing and your face is hurting from fake smiling. Jimin’s already in bed.

He turns over to face you. ‘I had a nice time,’ he says. He hasn’t mentioned snapping at you, hasn’t so much as acknowledged it.

He looks so tired you haven’t the heart to push it. ‘Night, Jimin,’ you say.

He pulls you into his arms. ‘Night, baby.’

You’re awakened by Jimin’s lips on your temple.

The early morning sun is streaming through a crack in the curtains.

‘Happy six months,’ he says, and he looks so much like the man who joked about fucking seconds before you were due to walk down the aisle that you can’t help but smile up at him.

‘Happy six months,’ you say.

Jimin passes you a box in silvery wrapping. ‘Open it.’

‘Wait,’ you say. ‘I have something for you too.’

You open your gifts at the same time.

A moment later you’re staring at a beautiful ruby necklace, the stones gleaming like fire. It’s gorgeous but it makes you feel a little flat.

Jimin’s brows are furrowed as he picks up the box of birth control tablets in his box.

He looks at you, confused.

‘You said you wanted us to have a baby,’ you say, explaining. ‘We can start trying, if you want.’

You’d expected him to be happy, but instead he’s staring at the box.

‘Ah, this is really sweet, baby. It’s probably not the right time, like you said,’ Jimin says.

Your heart plummets.

‘Try on your necklace,’ Jimin urges. He lifts it out the box and drapes it around your neck. You stare at the necklace. It’s beautiful.

You’ve never felt so numb in your life.

‘It’s stunning,’ you tell him.

Jimin’s looking in the mirror with you, and god knows what he sees.

All you hear is his voice echoing in your head. ‘Living off daddy’s money, playing at charity work.’

The worst thing is, he’s right. You’ve never done anything of substance in your life.

You have to get out of here.

Part 2

©hamsterclaw 2022

#bts smut #bts fanfic #jimin x reader #jimin smut #jimin fanfic #yoongi fic

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Dilf!Bokuto Kōtarō + Age Gap —

Summary: Moving to a new house on the edge of the city seems like a great idea, especially when your neighbor is more than willing to help out. Even if he’s a bit older than you, he’s still quite attractive. You soon find you’re not the only one with feelings like that.

Warnings: female genitalia, kitchen sex, Bokuto in sweatpants, bit of foreplay (fingering but not really), the kitchen is clean, creampie, bit of biting, some crying

A new job, a new home, a new start of life was the plan. With a working from home job, you decided to move somewhere out of the city and away from crazy neighbors. One instance of a screaming match gave you all the reasons you needed to find somewhere new. The house? A nice cozy home on the outskirts of Osaka. It still had a few neighbors around, but they were mostly older folks who came for the lack of city life, or those who lived with family.

The house itself was far from your original apartment in Tokyo, so hiring some people to move your stuff was way out of your price range, especially with you only having a desk to be moved into your new home. So, renting a large car and moving in yourself was the plan. Even without someone helping, you figured you could definitely get everything inside. That was, until you ended up almost dropping the desk, cursing as you slammed your fingers against the car. After waving some old women off, apologizing for cursing, you heard someone call for you.

“Hey! Do you need some help?” They called out, getting you to turn around and see an older man with silver and black hair, with a bit of sweat staining his shirt. “I was in my yard when I heard you, sounded like you needed help?”

“Ah, yeah— well, no. Sorry for disturbing you I didn’t think it’d be hard to move my desk into the house,” you bow, then put your hands together. “If it’s not too much to ask, could you help me get the desk inside? I’ll even pay you back, if you want!”

The man just laughed, shaking his head. “No need to pay me back, I offered after all. Just tell me where to go,” he patted your head, while you looked to see him pick up the whole box of your desk. Effortlessly, of course, which made you feel weak in comparison. When he turned back around, standing and smiling, you finally got your brain to catch up with your body and started walking to the house.

“Just.. set it down in here. I gotta figure out where it goes, anyways, and it does need to be put back together,” you mention, stopping in the front room. He grunted a bit when he set it down, but then he slid it against the wall. “Uh, thank you, again, for this,”

“You’re welcome. By the way, name’s Bokuto Kōtarō. I actually live in the house beside you. I was wondering who bought this house, since it’s been for sale for so long,”

“Nice to meet you, Bokuto,” you say, then introduce yourself. “I decided to work from home, so I moved out of the hectic city. Tokyo’s not as much fun when you don’t have to leave your apartment,”

“Tokyo? A long way from home, aren’t you? Well, if you need any help, you can always ask me. I don’t do much except yard work, really. Sometimes my kids come over, but that’s usually on holidays,”

“K-Kids?” You stutter, then try to compose yourself. Of course an attractive man would have kids. Duh. “I forgot people had kids, I’ve so focused with work, sorry if that sounded weird, but yeah! I’ll keep that in mind if I need help, which I might,” you chuckle, then sigh. “Uh, if you want, I could make you dinner? For helping me, of course,”

“No, that’s fine, I was just being a nice neighbor, that’s all,”

“Then can I ask another favor? Let me cook for you so I don’t feel guilty,” you offer, smiling when he rolls his eyes, but a grin plastered on his face.

“Won’t take no for an answer? If you insist, I’ll let you cook for me. I’ll also help you finish unloading and unpacking, if you want,”

After he helped you do just that, Bokuto also worked on putting your desk back together for you, as well as ordering things you’d need for the house. He made sure to check on you periodically as well, checking to see if you needed help or wanted some fresh vegetables, since he had a garden he was working on. Through these exchanges, you end up learning more about the attractive neighbor. Not only does he live alone, seeing as his wife divorced him years ago, he rarely sees his kids since they have lives of their own. Feeling bad, you offered to make his life a bit brighter by making him food, especially sweets, whenever you could.

One day, after baking a batch of strawberry cookies, you decide to drop in to Bokuto’s house to see if he wanted any. The neighborhood was relatively safe, so Bokuto tended to leave his door unlocked during the day in case you needed anything. If it had been locked, you knew where the spare key was, but he left it unlocked for today. Walking into the house, you couldn’t get over how different it was from yours, filled with trinkets he’s collected over the years and the family portraits on the wall.

After closing the door, you call out to him while you head for the kitchen. Hearing nothing, you worry that perhaps he is asleep or out of the house, but then you hear some footsteps deeper in the house. Looking up from the plate of cookies, your eyes immediately are drawn to Bokuto’s bare chest, a towel around his shoulders as he rubs his damp hair. “Oh! I—”

“I didn’t expect you over here so early. Usually you have work, don’t you?” He says, not bothered by your presence. After all, you’re always invited over to his house no matter the reason. You do feel bad for walking into his house when he’s busy, especially if he’s taking a shower.

“Yes, well, I, uh,” you stutter, trying to find what to say. “I made cookies so I thought that you would like some. Strawberry cookies,” you end up saying, nodding as you try to focus on his face and not his chest. It doesn’t help you can also see his happy trail, sweatpants loose on his hips. Any lower is blocked by the kitchen island, thankfully, but you don’t allow an obvious stare at anything.

“Oh, really? I’ve never had some before!” And like that, he’s moving beside you to try some freshly baked cookies. Continuously keeping your eyes trained on the cookie he takes from the batch and popping it in his mouth, you attempt a smile as you await his praise. “Mm! This is good!” He manages around a mouthful of food. With them warm from the oven, he takes another as he moans, enjoying the taste. Finding it to be a bit much, you decide maybe it’s best to leave. “Y’know, you’re gonna make someone very happy with your cooking skills,”

“Well, I doubt that. Most people my age look for hookups and I don’t get much of a chance to cook for them. Thank you, though,” you say, then lightly clap your hands together. “That’s all I wanted—”

“A damn shame. I’d definitely stick around for some home cooking,” he continues to say, smiling as he eats another cookie. You can’t stop yourself from getting bashful, your words stuttering as you clear your throat, looking at the cookies as you get your mind on the right track. He just keeps smiling and staring at you, watching your reactions.

“Well, I suppose, um, younger people don’t rely on it much, I suppose,” you try to fix your brain, slowing down your words. “I’ve been on dates where it’s eating out and takeout, but, like I said, thank you for, uh, enjoying my- my food and w-well,” your brain kind of sputters out, eyes blinking as you try to think of something to say. Bokuto doesn’t seem to mind, bringing a hand to your chin as he forces you to look up at him.

“You deserve so much better, you know that?” He simply says, but the way he says it and the way he looks at you tells you to either leave or shoot your shot. Rocking on your legs, you rub your thighs together as your hand covers his, taking it off of you.

“I don’t know if I do, but thank you. I should probably go, though,” you whisper, feeling your heartbeat speed up as you encourage yourself to leave. Of course that doesn’t work, seeing as he just brings himself closer, hand clasping yours as his other hand rests against the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. The simple movement has your movements freezing, knowing what’s coming but not wanting to jump to conclusions. When his lips finally mesh against yours, you can only let yourself fall closer to him, wanting more as he tilts your head back. It’s short, but it doesn’t stop there.

He only breaks the kiss to look down at you through lidded eyes, your face showing no hint of disgust or being repelled, so he dives in again and pushes you back as he does. The small force from him pushing against you has your hand leaving his, grasping the edge of the island to ground yourself. Using that to his advantage, he goes to push you against the island, hands leaving your neck as they place themselves on either side of you. Another break of the kiss, but he doesn’t move too far away from you.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you have no idea,” he mumbles, lips close enough to yours you can feel them moving. You want to push against him, you want more from him, but you wait for him to say more. “If you’ll let me—”

“Please, just do it,” you practically beg, pressing yourself against him once again. This time, his hands leave the counter, rubbing against your sides as he slips a few fingers into the waistband of your pants. The extra space gives the pants easy access to slip down around your ankles, Bokuto’s hand diving between your legs as he feels against you, two fingers rubbing against your panties and feeling your wetness. Moaning into the kiss, you push on his chest to break the kiss, but he just attaches his lips to your neck. “Don’t— Don’t tease me,” you whine, leaning against the island as your legs feel weak.

“It’s okay, baby, I got you,” he mumbles against your skin, fingers pulling your panties away from your pussy and letting them drop the rest of the way, joining the pants as he keeps rubbing his fingers against you. Swirling them around your clit, teasing your clenching hole, he makes sure to touch every inch as his lips pepper against your neck and collarbone, your own hands digging into his shoulders. He plays with you so much, fingers pinching and rubbing your clit, you let out a strangled moan as your legs weaken completely, but he’s there to catch you.

Just like he said, he has you. Keeping you up with one hand, he digs his fingers in the flesh of your ass while he flicks your little bud, keeping you twitching against him. It isn’t until you release a wanton moan, teeth digging into his shoulder as he feels drool and tears hit his skin does he grant you mercy. Completely soaked, his fingers pull away and rub the excess against your thigh, hiking your waist higher as he gets himself out. Unable to see anything, you can only feel him as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy, between your folds, rubbing your juices all over your ass and his cock.

“You gonna take all of me? Hm, are you?” He whispers in your ear, a grin on his face as he presses a kiss under your ear as he pops his cock into your hole. You can confidently say he’s bigger than you expected, velvety walls gushing around him as he enters that makes him groan right in your ear. He doesn’t need to wait for you to adjust, walls eagerly accepting the intrusion as he bottoms out inside you, your juices soaking his hair and balls, staining his pants. You’re holding onto his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he begins thrusting up into you, legs clenching tight around his waist.

A couple of bounces and Bokuto’s changing the position, keeping you bouncing as he adjusts. Hooking his arms under your knees, he holds you up and moves your body to his pleasure while you scramble to hold on with each thrust. Slapping of skin echoes in the kitchen, your mewls and his moans mixing in with the lewd noises. Each bounce has your cunt drooling around his cock, drenching his balls that slap against your ass and sticking his hair to his skin, short hairs rubbing against you. A particularly hard thrust has you arching, nails breaking skin as your cunt clenches, creaming around his cock.

“Such a good pussy, so eager,” he practically growls, keeping one hand on your ass as his other hand pushes you against him once more, keeping up the pace as he helps you ride out an orgasm. He keeps slapping his hips against yours as you continue to whine and beg, gibberish leaving your lips as your mind is muddled with pleasure. Each thrust brings him closer to his own end, but then you’re dropping and being gently laid against the cold floor of the kitchen. “Fuck,” is all he mutters, using the different position to drill his hips into yours as you try to keep your legs spread. With the overstimulation setting in, you’re unable to but Bokuto is quick to hold them open, pinning them down as he shows no mercy on your poor pussy. It only takes a few brutal thrusts for him to wrap his arms around you, hips stuttering as his groans turn to whines.

“Where— where-” is all he can get out, teeth grit. Your hands keep him pressed close against you, moving your heels to press into his lower back as he can’t hold back, spilling his load into your sensitive walls as he moans. With one arm wrapped around your neck, he keeps you pressed against his sweaty and sticky skin as he pumps you full, rutting against your sensitive clit as your walls continue to gush around him.

As he comes down from his orgasm, you run your nails lightly over the muscles on his back, along each dip, until you’re threading your fingers through his hair, pulling him off your shoulder to kiss him. He’s eager to return it, adjusting his position that has you both moaning into the kiss, legs tightening around him once more.

#BB.Kinky #haikyuu smut #Mr. Kōtarō #Bokuto.Spice #bokuto smut #Kinktober 2021 #Birdie.Kinktober

[shotofire]

Butler

Levi Ackerman x F!Reader

Overview: Levi is a butler for your family, and you can’t help but fancy him

Warnings: Cursing, pushy parents, angst, smut, fingering, oral (female receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, age gap (legal of course), that filthy talk (mild), hair pulling, slight choking

Requested by @heyyharuhi (thank you for this request, as soon as i read the idea i started on it)

Okay, i’m going to admit.... i’m too lazy to proof read this. Work is kicking my ass and i just want to sleep. hopefully i didn’t fuck up too bad. I tend to type faster than my mind is thinking... so i apologize in advance for the typos. enjoy :)

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The room is hot, almost enough to make ones skin feel as if it’s on fire. Maybe that had to do with the anger everyone at the dinner table is feeling. The scrunching face of your father and mother as the look of disbelief is spread across their features. Not to mention how silent it is, so uncomfortably silent. The sound of your fork scraping across the table is all that can be heard.

Your father takes in a deep breath, eyes closing in utter frustration. “Tell me again why you don’t like this boy? He’s taken you out to dinner several times now, and has been very kind to our family,” you can only roll your eyes at your fathers words. All they care about is setting you up with a wealthy stuck up man, not someone who will bring happiness. “And every time he flirted with the waitress,” you snap, “also, he has horrible manners.”

It’s sad the situation you’re in, really. This has been going in the family for years, the children not getting to choose who they marry. Of course they could’ve rejected and rejected until their parents gave up, but no one has been able to push through. Your mother is a perfect example with having to marry your father. A stuck up man who you’ve never even seen smile at your mother, it’s saddening. “The man has money, lots of it, and you know how much we’re struggling right now,” your mother says with the same look of disbelief.

The double doors to the dining room swing open, making the conversation come to a pause. There he stood, your butler, with a tray of freshly poured drinks. He has the same expressionless look as always as he strides over to the table setting each cup down. As his body stands close to yours, you can’t help but take in how good he smells. Yes it may come off as creepy, but you’d never encountered a man who smelled so fresh. Like a flower garden.

“Thank you, Levi,” you say with a small smile. Your parents never thank him or even acknowledge him and it pisses you off. The man must be in a horrible situation financially if he’s willing to put up with your parents. They always complain about money yet have maids, chefs, and butlers. As if they can’t do anything for themselves. Levi nods at you with a small smirk in reply before exciting the room.

The rest of dinner goes in, filled with arguments and insults. Just a regular night in this family. It’s frustrating, really, how your parents only care about money. They don’t even care for you, or even themselves. All the two want is to appear rich to everyone else. It’s all about image, that’s it. Why care about those things when you can have love and happiness? That’s all you’ve ever wanted.

Since you were a teen, your parents have been shoving stuck up boy after stuck up boy in your direction. Each one has bragged about their live’s, and how women love them. None have even bothered to ask you a personal question. To get to know you in anyway. Each one saw women as a pretty thing to wear on their arms for public gatherings. And any other time you’d just be seen as another maid to them, it’s the sad truth.

Women are pushed around by men, especially in this life style. All that matters is money and looks. Love won’t get your name respected by others, that’s the power of money. The people you call your parents have never been affectionate towards one another, not that you’ve ever witnessed. It’s not wonder they only ended up having one child. Usually by this age, in your family at least, people are married. Some even have a kid of their own on the way. But you just keep rebelling until they give up, that’s what you’re hoping for.

It’s late now and the hallways are dimly lit, not a sound to be heard. At times like this your mind wanders. Thinking about Levi, which isn’t a good idea. Sure he’s really good looking, but there’s no way he could be interested. When he’d first started coming around, a few months ago, you immediately wanted to get closer to him. Then you learned of his age which was something you definitely weren’t expecting. The man looked around the same age as you.

The sound of a faint hum can be heard from down the hall. It sounds like it’s coming from the living area. As you round the corner you see him standing there. Levi sat on the couch with a book perched in his hands, the lamp lit up next to him. His eyes move to your frame and jumps at your presence. The maids and butlers have their own area of the home to stay in during the night, which is really shitty may you add. He shouldn’t be here during this time. If your parents were to see him there they’d throw a fit.

Before he could react you’re walking towards him, sitting next to him on the red sofa. “What are you reading?” Levi is at a loss for words, really, this has his heart racing. Yet he manages to choke out, “Just some cheap poetry book.” The two of you had only talked a handful of times, and it was never real conversation. The man has always found you beautiful and can’t believe you haven’t gotten married yet. “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You ask and he lets out a small laugh, “Couldn’t you ask yourself that?”

Levi feels his chest tighten as you move closer to him, looking at the pages of his book. This whole things was off to him. The man had never seen you in anything but a dress, yet here you were in nothing but a shirt and shorts. He always imagined you to sleep in some sort of fancy silk nightgown. And yes, he thinks about what you wear to bed. He has scolded himself for where his mind has gone to thinking about you, but he can’t help himself. You’ve always been so kind to him.

“You should let me borrow this book sometime,” you say with a small smile. You’re inches away from his face now, eyes peering into one another’s. “Of course,” he gulps. The room fell silent. He isn’t sure if he is reading this moment correctly. One thing he is sure of is he’s definitely not the type of man you need to get caught up with. As this thought crosses his mind he’s quick to stand up off the sofa. “It’s getting late, I should get to bed.” Before you can say a word, he’s walking out of the room.

Complete and utter failure. That was your chance to get closer to him and you ended up scaring him off. Did you come across too forward? Sure you’d gotten rather close to him but you didn’t that that was too far. Was it? You let out a loud huff before falling face first into a pillow, groaning into it.

You were just a young girl who couldn’t decide her future, what could you possibly offer him? He’s older and has his shit figured out, it seems like it at least. As you mentally scold yourself for embarrassing yourself, Levi is in his room doing the same exact thing. He has found you breathtaking from day one and constantly wanted to get to know you. Then the moment you two are alone he panicked.

The man is grown, almost forty, and has been with countless women. Not to brag, he’s just never been one for settling. Then here comes a girl, younger and less experienced than him yet he’s the one choking up. Maybe it was the thought of your parents finding out that got the best of him. They may actually die of shock if they knew you even talked to him in the way you did, in your sweet voice. Or worse, they’d kill Levi themselves.

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The next day rolls around, then the next, and so on. It seems like Levi is avoiding you to the furthest extent that he can and it’s really pissing you off. You don’t think he’s required to like you, but you’re still kind to him. You still try and brighten his day with a smile or a simple, “how are you?” Yet he won’t even stick around long enough for you to ask. Did you make him that uncomfortable? You’d rather hear him reject you then have this awkwardness floating in the air.

Knowing that you could’ve possibly made him feel uncomfortable really started to eat at your conscious. For awhile you stopped wandering the halls at night searching for him. Most of the times, after the first encounter, he’d hurry off at the first sight of you. Even through all of this your desire for him only seems to grow more intense.

Why did he have to be so damn attractive?

You lay in your bed, looking up at the ceiling. Levi is the only thing on your mind. It’s hard to not wonder what he’s doing on late nights like this. On a Sunday, your parents off doing business in town. No one here to boss him or the other workers around.Maybe he got scared off thinking of your parents catching you two so close that night, of course that’s something you keep telling yourself.

Being stuck in your home not allowed anywhere always eats away at you. Being here wasn’t something you enjoyed any day, but actually being told you can’t leave makes you feel crazy. When your parents are away they think the maids and butlers are going to pocket the entire house and run off. But you know each staff member well enough to come to the conclusion that they’d never do such a thing. If only your parents would listen to you when saying this, maybe you wouldn’t be trapped in here.

When they’re off doing business or whatnot, the staff takes that as their full opportunity to get some good sleep. Just be able to relax. Your parents always have them on the go it seems, until the sun goes down. Sometimes, most of the time, even later than that. They’ll see a book out of place and call for a maid instead of doing it themselves.

The staff has always been fond of you from the beginning. Some of the older maids watched you as a little girl. You’d always beg them to help clean or just be around them. As you grew older, you stopped asking to help and went ahead and did it anyway. If you notice they happen to miss something, which is rare, you’ll grab a duster or a broom and finish the job. It breaks your heart when your parents treat them to harshly.

That’s one of the many reasons Levi is so fond of you. Even after being raised by such pigs you still managed to be your own person. To be kind. He’d worked for other wealthy families in the past and usually every member was horrid, and treated him like dirt. Then he came here and met you, a sweet girl who loves to help.

Levi remembers when he was first joined the staff at your home. It was very hectic. He didn’t expect your parents to need such assistance. Usually families would try and do some things for themselves, but no. It seems your parents need their hands held constantly like children. It was a lot to handle at once, but you made it easier for him.

You helped him set appointments, organize, or any other unpredictable needs. He didn’t talk much, but he still made it very apparent that he appreciated all of your help. Moments like those were when you would look at him and just be in awe of his beauty. To you he was like a prince. So charming and kind, his looks are just a bonus.

You find yourself rising to your feet and leaving your room. The sun has already set and the stars are lighting up the sky. Your home is quiet now, somewhat peaceful without your parents. Without thinking, you’re in the hall walking through the darkness. Your fingers trace along the wall as your toes gently push into the carpet. You’d hate to wake anyone up this late.

As if your body knows something before you do, your stomach begins to have slight butterflies before rounding the corner into the living area. Would Levi even be up this late? it’s much later than the times he’s usually out here reading. As you turn the corner your eyes land on him and you take a silent breath, that you can’t help but hold onto for a second longer.

On the sofa sits Levi. His hair is clutched between a few of his fingers as his eyes squint at the book he’s reading, almost frustrated it seems. Instead of saying anything and scaring him off you swiftly walk to him and sit yourself down. He lets out a small, ‘ah’ at your presence, not expecting you, and you can’t help but let out a small giggle at his reaction.

“What? Not happy to see me?” The sweet smile on your face makes a blush rise to his cheeks. Of course he’s happy to see you, even if he can be complicated sometimes. “Uh, no. Not that, just didn’t expect you up so late.” That’s truly what it is. He came out here with a full expectation that you, and everyone else, would be fast asleep. “I guess we’re both night people, huh?” You shove at him lightly with your arm and he smirks.

There’s a silence that falls over you two, but it’s not uncomfortable. You can’t help but move a bit closer to him, the situation feeling all too familiar. This time Levi isn’t tensing up, or moving away. If anything, you’re pretty sure he moves closer to you ass well. “What are you reading this time?” Your sweet voice makes him shiver.

His eyes scan over your features, sticking to your lips for a little too long. This doesn’t go unnoticed by you. “Just some romance novel I picked up, it’s sorta frustrating to read.” “How so?” Your eyes sparkle in interest. Your bodies are so close, just the side of your leg pressed up against his has his heart racing. That and the fact you look beautiful right now.

“They both like each other and won’t act upon it, and it just keeps getting drawn out. All it is is boring conversation and hearing their thoughts. They should just kiss already.” He watches as your face moves closer to his, lip sinking into your bottom lip. “I think they should just kiss already, too.”

That’s all it takes for Levi to close the gap in-between you two. Your arms come up to wrap around his neck, while his hands have already started grabbing at your waist. His touch sends electricity through you. You’d only been with a few men, and Levi was already making you feel a knot in your stomach that you’d never felt before. It was a good feeling.

A feeling of excitement.

One of his, rather big, hands trail up your spine causing you to shiver at his touch. The hand goes all the way up until it reaches the base of your neck, tangling in your hair. You can’t stop yourself from moaning into the bruising kiss as his fingers tug at your locks. He smirks, and you feel it. His other hand squeezes your thigh, sending a jolt right to your heat.

Levi pulls back to examine your face, rosy cheeks and eyes half open. “Fuck, you’re breathtaking,” he cursed before diving back in. This time his lips are attack your neck, nibbling and licking as you let out high pitched sighs.

This is all happening so fast, but you love it. There is so much built up tension between the two of you and it’s all coming out. You can’t stop yourself from tugging at his shirt, a whine falls from your lips. There’s no telling how many times you’ve dreamed of seeing this man without a shirt on. He follows your complies and pulls the shirt over his head, exposing the pure glory beneath. Yes, glory.

You stare for a good moment. He’s so fit, more than you imagined. “Like what you see?” He teases with a cocky smile. “More than like, I could look at you all day.” The blush that spreads across his face doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He looks into your eyes and his hands snake under your shirt, slightly pushing you backwards until your back meets the sofa. He’s above you now, with a shit-eating grin.

When his fingers make contact with your chest he can’t help but bite his lip. You don’t have a bra on. “Do you want me as much as I want you?” You’re about to answer his question, but his fingers brush against your nipples. The action makes you let out a soft gasp at the feeling. “What was that?” He asks with that same cocky smirk, “Use your words princess.”

The pet name just sends you for another loop. “Yes,” you manage to get out, “I want you.” He presses his lips to yours, then your neck again, before discarding of your shirt. His soft lips trace down you stomach with light feathery kisses, making your breathing become uneven. His fingers loop in the waist ban of your shorts before pulling them down your legs, tossing them in some random direction.

Everything happening has your head spinning. In the best way possible, of course. His mouth is hovering about your clothes core now, it’s enough to drive you mad. Your excitement is visible on your underwear. “So wet,” he coos, his breath fanning against you. He takes off the last item on your body, leaving you bare.

For a second you want to close your legs when the shyness kicks in, but Levi acts quick. His lips attack to your clit in an instant, and your fingers fly to his hair. Tangling and pushing him closer into you. His mouth is like magic. “Fuck-“ you cut yourself off with a moan. His tongue moves up and down your slit, circling your clit. Your eyes practically roll into the back of your head.

His finger comes up to circle your entrance before pushing its way in. The way he’s working with his mouth and fingers had you seeing stars. “I’m gonna-“ right before you finish he completed stops his actions. Of course he just had to be a little shit.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” he says with a smile. Just his words alone have your stomach turning. He lines himself up with you before pushing forward slowly. You hiss at the pain, never ever have you been with someone this big. He halts his actions at the sound you make, but you’re quick to beg for me. “No, keep going, please don’t stop!”

He slams into you and you hold back a scream. The pain quickly turns into pleasure as his hips start to slam into yours. “How does that feel princess?” Him and that damn pet name again. “So, So good,” you manage to get out. Unexpectedly, his hand comes up to wrap around your throat, pressing lightly. Your eyes just about light up when he brushes against that spot.

He must of saw the sparkle in your eyes, so he does the same movement. Over, over, and over again. It doesn’t take long before you’re coming undone around him, shaking and vision blurring. His movements continue until he’s coming inside of you, deep grunts escaping his mouth. The only sound is heavy breathing as Levi lays on top of your chest.

“Do you want to go to my room and cuddle?”

Levi looks at you with a childish grin. “of course.”



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[itgirlification]

supermodel | jjk

the last three months have been hell for you, but Jungkook seemed to be living his best life.

pairing: ex-bf!jk x thick!reader

warnings: explicit mentions of body image and insecurities, infidelity, anal sex, oral (male receive), foul language (kinda), etc.

now playing: supermodel by sza

part two part three

Exactly three months ago, your and Jungkook’s 2 years relationship officially ended. Unofficially, it ended about 5 months ago. And for about one month now, Jungkook’s been seeing someone else.

Your heart and mind told you not to do it but you couldn’t help calculating. Three months ago, you were still dating, two months later, he started dating someone else. That must mean he’s known her for a while. Did he cheat on you with her? Well, it’s not like it matters now anyway, does it?

Her name was Yuki, an undeniable Japanese beauty. You were still in college, studying music and she was a famous model who appeared in internationally known magazines. You assumed she met Jungkook during a photoshoot since he was a professional photographer who often worked for companies like Vogue and Playboy. You couldn’t help but compare yourself to her.

It wasn’t the fact that he moved on so quickly that hurt you the most. It was the fact that he knew all about your low self-esteem and how you lack confidence. Especially about your body. And he still went and dated a model, of all professions in the world. He was definitely over you.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he did it on purpose. But thankfully, you knew better, he looked too happy for that to be even considered. He forgot about you.

You’re making yourself sadder by remembering all the times he assured you you were beautiful and your body was nothing to be ashamed of. The times he let his fingertips run over the lines of your stretch marks, whispering in your ear how much he loved them and how they reminded him of Tiger stripes. The times he caressed your jiggly thighs and told you how sexy he thought they were.

Then your mind would drift back to the phone in your hand, the Instagram page of Yuki Sakurai opened, careful not to accidentally like anything and expose yourself. Not that she’d notice anyway, she had 3.7 million followers, while you had a private one with 500 followers and no posts, and she gets around 300 to 700 thousand likes on each post, depending on whether she posts random photos or pretty pictures of herself. Or newly, your ex-boyfriend, Jungkook. Oh, how crazy everybody goes whenever she posts him. People love them together. You couldn’t blame them. Two attractive people? Of course, they’re gonna look great together.

Fucking great.

That the end of your relationship with Jungkook would look like this was semi-predictable from the beginning. He did admit to you that he never thought he’d date someone that looked like you when you first dated. And your heart broke a little. But he also made up for it in those two years, it was a beautiful relationship nonetheless.

While you weren’t exactly his ‘ideal’ type, he was definitely yours. You always heard from other women ‘when in a relationship, the man always has to love the woman more than she loves him. Otherwise, it won’t work.’ You never really got the saying until your breakup with Jungkook happened. It was the fact that you clearly loved Jungkook more than he loved you that lead to this.

“Oh my goodness!”, your roommate, Jane, dramatically exclaimed. “Will you stop feeling bad for yourself and do something? That’s not what hot girls do, sis.”

Jane was a lovely girl with a not so lovely temper. She always means well and you got along perfectly as soon as you met. Which was around 3 and a half years ago.

She looked over your shoulder to see what you were looking at. You obviously didn’t want her to see you snooping around your ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend’s Instagram but it was too late.

“Seriously, yn?”, she took your phone in her hand and threw it on the bed. “Let’s go somewhere, you can’t do this to yourself anymore. I’m not letting you.”

Jane was clearly worried about you at this point. The only thing you did these last few weeks was eating, shower, cry, sleep and miss a whole bunch of classes. This wasn’t good at all.

“Where?”, your question was short.

“To the mall? Or the nail studio? Anything that’ll get you out of this fucking dormitory.”, Jane sighed, pulling the blanket off of you, making you whine a little. “C’mon, go put on some cute outfit and we’ll go.”

You felt bad since she was trying hard to make you feel better. But it didn’t really work.

You nodded, standing up from the bed, nonetheless. You picked out a cute two-piece dress, that brought back blurred memories of the time you went on a date with Jungkook, wearing the same two-piece. Bet Yuki would look cuter in this...

‘Shut your petty ass up, yn. It’s embarrassing, the way you’re stuck on a taken guy who wants nothing to do with you’

You wish you could change the way you think, even if it’s just for an hour or two. You wish you would stop imagining Jungkook judging you when he saw you naked or when you told him that you wished you could cut off some of your fat with a pair of scissors.

You were beyond ashamed of yourself. Why wasn’t it easy for you to just stay by yourself? why were you so desperately in need of Jungkook by your side to the point where you’d lock yourself in your room for a month just because he isn’t there?

You needed Jungkook. You became so attached to him in those two years, because you always saw him as a permanent, a forever. Not just a temporary, not just a distant memory. You already saw him as the father of your children, as the man you’re gonna marry.

You were so blinded by the fact that you had him, that you forgot you could lose him anytime.

“I’m done, let’s go.”, unenthusiastically, you announced to Jane, who was already waiting for you.

“Let’s get the fuck outta here!”, In contrast to your spirit, hers seemed to be all roses and daisies. “Lord knows you need it...”

__________

“Look at this cute ass skirt, girl”, Jane pointed at a chic, wine mini skirt she was holding. “You know, when I saw it back there I wanted to have it, but it’d look so much better on you”

You took a few seconds to admire Jane’s beauty. She was about 3 cm taller than you, had a great posture, and almond, dark brown eyes that suited her dark skin tone perfectly. Her body leaned more towards the slimmer side.

“Shut up! No, it would not”, you let out a small giggle. “It would look gorgeous on you, buy it.”

She smiled a little at your laughs. She was happy to see you at least a little cheerful again. “Yeah, but I think it’d look better on you. I’m entitled to my own opinion, am I not?”

You knew this debate was gonna go back and forth, because of her stubbornness. “Let’s both buy the skirt.”

You ended up doing so, added by a bunch of bags full of clothing. This may’ve turned into your new coping mechanism. Who needed therapy when you can go on a shopping spree?

Two hours were spent in boutiques and clothing stores and Jane decided she was tired, wanting to visit the local spa.

“No, seriously, these Riverdale seasons just keep on getting worse and worse. Netflix needs to step up their game ASAP”, Jane ranted, making you laugh at how serious she takes it. “It’s getting embarrassing. I’m being for real.”

The two of you were sitting in the whirlpool at the spa, relaxing your whole bodies a little.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, I don’t watch these new Netflix shows anyways. Been stuck on the vampire diaries for the last 7 years”, you chuckled, knowing you hated trying new things. “Can you pass me one of those magazines?”

Jane nodded, grabbing a random one from the table next to her and handed it to you, without looking at it.

The cover of it caught your eyes immediately. How could it not, when your ex’s new girl looks absolutely dazzling on the front page of it.

‘Supermodel Yuki Sakurai talks summer fashion tips, struggle with self-love and most importantly, her hot, new boyfriend the media is going crazy over’ was the headline of the Harper’s Bazaar Magazine cover.

You felt your stomach getting sick and your breath getting heavier, but you still flipped the pages until you found the one with her interview. You began reading it, skipping the boring parts.

‘Int: so, we see you have a new boyfriend. Tell us, how did you guys meet?

Yuki: Yeah, he’s an amazing guy. We actually met about six or five months ago at one of my photoshoots, since he’s a photographer and we exchanged numbers and stuff, and then we made it official mid last month.’

About six or five months ago? You were with him back then, but her answer was too unclear to find out if he cheated or not.

“Woah, yn, you okay?”

You entirely forgot about the fact that you were with Jane, let alone somewhere other than your bed.

Before you could react, Jane snatched the magazine out of your hand.

“You really can’t escape them, huh?”, She sighs, taking you in her arm. “It’s gonna be okay, baby. In a few months, you’re gonna look back to this and think wow I really was stuck on a guy who’s scared of microwaves and cried like a bitch when Iron Man died.”

You laughed, punching her arm playfully. “You know, I actually love these things about him. Shows his sensitivity and the way he perceives things.”

Jane looked at you as if she didn’t believe you were actually saying that stuff. “Girl, you’re overanalyzing this. Let’s just throw this shit in the trash, okay?”

She put the magazine aside.

“I just don't know what I did wrong.”, You murmured. “I know we weren't the best, but we didn't even fight that much. We could’ve talked it through.”

Jane pursed her lips and cooed. “You know, relationships are complicated sometimes. The reason why he broke up, to begin with, is probably not your fault.”

“Well, what if it is? I mean what if I was too fat or too ugly for him?”, you asked. “If he wanted a skinny girl so bad, I could’ve lost weight for him, I don’t get it.”

Jane looked at you like you lost your mind entirely. “I can’t believe you just said that! Even if that was the reason, which it wasn’t, you shouldn’t make yourself suffer because of it. That’s his loss. You’re beyond gorgeous and you have an amazing body.”

“You’re just saying that.”, tears slowly started coming up in your eyes. “But the thing is Jungkook knows all about my insecurities. Why would he do that to me? I know he knows that I’m still not over him.”

You usually didn’t like crying in front of other people, but you didn’t really care at the moment, besides that was Jane. You trusted her with your life.

“Girl, men are trash, I can’t believe you’re crying over one right now, seriously.”, she wiped your tears and held your face between her hands. “You know, honestly, I’ve read so many articles about how models actually hate themselves and have like the lowest self-esteem so in conclusion, no matter how miserable you are, his new girl is even more miserable.”

You knew Jane didn’t mean it in a harmful way, but it sounded harsher than needed. “I don’t hate her, she probably doesn’t even know about me. I’m just really insecure. He upgraded from me. He’s dating a whole model now.”

The situation just felt like a deja vu of these last few weeks laying in your bed, even though you were at the spa with your friend. You were supposed to have fun, yet you didn’t feel like having any.

“Why would you feel insecure when all you’ve seen of her are Instagram posts and red carpet pictures? She’s supposed to look beautiful, it’s her job.”

To a certain extent, Jane was right, but that didn’t really help your situation, you still felt bad about yourself. You stayed silent.

“C’mon, this isn’t fun anymore. Let’s leave.”, Jane mumbled.

_______

it’s been two days since the incident at the spa and you felt a little bit better now.

Those days were spent reading the same three book series you’ve read your entire life, overthinking, hot Cheetos, Indian takeout, and Netflix. It really wasn’t as miserable as it sounded.

You were just taking a little rest before term break ends and you have to go back to the shithole college again.

Jane was using the time until college starts again, but in different ways than you were. She was planning on going to some frat party in an hour and forget about the world’ for a minute. Or till 4 in the morning, where she will most likely drunk call you and ask you for a ride back to the dorms, because the friends she went to the party with were shit-faced as well and were in no way capable of driving anywhere without the cops stopping them.

Going out partying on a Friday night was a Jane tradition. In the past, you’d sometimes go with her, but you mostly spent your time out with Jungkook doing something more fun than partying could ever be. Now you can’t do that anymore, but laying in bed is more ideal than a party for you at the moment.

“How do I look?”, Jane twirled around to show off her black cocktail dress. She looked beautiful.

“You look beautiful.”, you responded to her question. “Are you leaving now?”

“Hm”, she said, to which you nodded. “You sure you don’t wanna come with me? It’s gonna be really fun.”

You shook your head no.

“Alright”, she shrugged, making her way out of your bedroom. “But I told you, it’s gonna be fun.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “I’ll stay here, I have shit to do.”

“Yeah, right, like binge-watching the vampire diaries and taking 5-hour naps”, she said in a sarcastic tone. “Anyway, bye-bye, Vic’s already waiting for me in the car.”

Victoria was perhaps one of the most obnoxious people you know, yet she was too much of a nice person for you to talk shit about her. The voice of your intrusive thoughts couldn’t help but to, though.

“Alright, bye, take care and say hi to Vic from me.”

After Jane left, an hour went by like it was just a couple of minutes. You were starting to get real bored and decided to watch some regular tv in hopes to find something you enjoy. You ended up not finding anything fun, but you still watched it, because you didn’t have anything else to do.

A few moments later, the doorbell rang and you were suddenly worried. Either this is a serial killer or Jane forgot something.

But to your surprise, it was neither, but it was none other than

“Jungkook?”, truly, those were the only words you were able to mutter out at your shocked state. “What are you do-“

At the speed of light, you were interrupted by your ex-boyfriend pressing his lips to yours. He didn’t say a word.

You weren’t expecting him. Not knowing how you were supposed to feel at the moment, you just let it happen. You were sure your mental state couldn’t get any worse than that, no matter how this will affect you in the end.

“Is Jane home?”, for the first time in 3 months, you’re hearing his silky voice again.

Jungkook knew Jane always had some type of special hatred for him with her killing stares and her bitter comments. You didn’t notice either though.

He also knew she must hate him even more after your breakup. Or maybe she liked him more now since she was able to get rid of him without killing anyone.

“No”, your answer was short and it made a weight fall from Jungkook’s shoulders before he continued kissing you.

It wasn’t anything you haven’t done before, yet it felt like it’s been ages since it last happened. Your mind drifted to the thought of Jungkook and his model girlfriend. You were asking yourself what their sex life was like, if she was tighter than you or if she had stretch marks and scars.

Jungkook’s lips were moving south, giving your neck wet kisses, while you were wondering why he broke up with his model girlfriend. Or if he even did. You felt selfish for not caring.

Removing your clothes one by one, you were left in your underwear, while Jungkook only had his boxers on.

This body was yours. You knew it inside out. Where he liked to get touched and where he preferred not to. You knew him better than anyone else. You were sure.

You already moved to your bedroom, since Jungkook effortlessly carried you there. You were sat on his lap, facing him and your hands were in his messy hair. His hands were around your waist, he was slightly smiling into the kiss, as you started grinding on him. He loved how easy it was for him to turn you on. You were still his.

Cutting off the kiss, he looked you in the eyes, while his hand was on your cheek. “Say aah.”, he said.

You widened your mouth obediently, which was followed by him collecting as much saliva as he could in his mouth and spitting it into your mouth.

“Swallow.”, demanding, he spit on your face, his eyes become darker with every passing moment. You did as he said.

You looked at him with big eyes. He knew you loved it. You’ve always had a thing for him degrading and humiliating you during sex.

He started grinding on you almost desperately. You knew exactly what he wanted.

Getting out of his grip, you dropped to your knees and freed his hard dick from his drawers. You reached for it and started pumping it, and licking it. Your spit was leaking down his dick as you used it for lubrication. Then you started sucking on it, just the way you used to.

Jungkook’s groans and satisfied sighs were enough to make you even wetter than before. You enjoyed giving more than receiving.

Your mouth was wet and warm around him, giving him a feeling of familiarity. You lick over the tip a few times, then proceed to fully take him into your mouth.

The bulge in your throat could be seen and the way your eyes were tearing up a little wasn’t bothering you at all. You loved giving.

Jungkook started thrusting in and out of your warm, welcoming mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat multiple times.

“Fuck”, a throaty moan left Jungkook’s mouth, giving you hints that he was about to cum. And he did, releasing in your mouth before you swallowed it. “Shit, baby, that was so good.”

You felt your face heat up and a sheepish smile made its way to your face. Your throat was sore.

The two of you were on the bed again. To you, it felt like it was the times before your breakup again, when you’d purposely start an argument just for the makeup sex because Jungkook wasn’t giving you any anymore. It was like sex was the only thing to look forward to.

You felt attached to Jungkook to a point where it was dangerous. You weren’t okay when he wasn’t around. He affected every part of your life and God knew it wasn’t always a positive thing. Maybe it was the fact that he took your virginity. Maybe because he was your first boyfriend, the first guy that made you believe you were worthy of love and that someone was actually capable of loving you. One thing you knew was Jungkook had an expansive influence on your life.

While you were practically drowning in your own thoughts, Jungkook was busy taking off your underwear.

“You okay?”, Jungkook calmly asked you, looking at your riddled face.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.”, you sounded distracted, Jungkook wasn’t sure about asking you what it is though. He didn’t feel like getting personal.

So he shrugged it off and started kissing you again, his dick was unsurprisingly hard again as he played with your tits. He drew lines over the stretch marks of your thighs and kissed them.

“Can I fuck your ass?”, Jungkook’s raspy, tired-sounding voice casually asked, to which you quickly nodded, knowing that Jungkook’s favorite position had always been anal. He was massaging and gripping your ass firmly.

“This is gonna hurt at first, but I promise it gets better.”, He warned calmly into your ear, while putting some lube on his dick and just went right into your ass, slowly thrusting so you don’t feel as much pain.

He was right, it did hurt a lot when he first put it in, but the pain just changed into pleasure in a matter of time and his slow-paced thrusts helped with the adjustment.

“Fuck, I missed this ass”, he practically growled into your ear, as he kept on thrusting in and out, steadily gripping your wide hips with his big, veiny hands. “It just doesn’t feel right when I’m inside her ass.”

You knew your confidence shouldn’t rely on Jungkook bringing his girlfriend down, but you couldn’t help but feel good about your body when he said that. It’s been a while since you felt even a tiny spark of confidence. You weren’t so fond of him mentioning her while he was inside of you.

Your soft moans rang through the whole room like sirens, while he watched your ass jiggle against his pelvis, thrusting in and out faster every second. He missed this.

You had always thought you were indecisive, but you knew exactly what you wanted. You just couldn’t have that, so you’d eventually have to settle for less.

Jungkook wasn’t to blame for it, you just couldn’t concede your shortcomings. The movie’s villain wasn’t always the real villain.

Your hands traveled to your pussy to make sure you’d orgasm as well, when you heard Jungkook’s breathing getting heavier and his thrusts getting gentler than before, indicating that he was gonna cum soon. You were certain he could make you cum with just anal, but you wanted to cum with him.

With furrowed eyebrows and drops of sweat dripping down his body, Jungkook looked down at your arched back. The whole scene was sticky, especially when Jungkook presses his upper body to your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ear and kissing the spot.

It was kinda odd, having sex with your ex-boyfriend you were crying over just a day ago. There was a certain intensity to it though. Like your long-lasting nostalgia was finally fulfilled.

You’ve realized you couldn’t imagine yourself being intimate with anybody else. Jungkook already knew your body, how it looked without the material protecting it, the strawberry skin, the slightly sagging breasts you swore you’d surgically remove once you had the chance to but didn’t. He knew where you liked being touched, he was the first one to even touch you in those places.

You were unsure what you’d do with yourself when he leaves.

Jungkook’s thrusts slowly started stopping and you too felt the familiar sensation in your stomach.

Suddenly, you two were nothing but desire, fear, and pleasure. And faster than you could process, you came together.

For minutes after your orgasm, you were just laying on the bed, thoughtless. Maybe a little regretful. Not you, but him.

You weren’t facing each other, but you could hear each other’s breathing. Your stomach was filled with something you’d describe as post-sex melancholia.

All of a sudden, Jungkook stood up from the bed, startling your resting self a little, but you decided to keep quiet, wanting to see what he was going to do.

He made his way to the door to leave what he thought was your sleeping body laying there. You couldn’t keep quiet anymore.

“Where are you going?”, your soft voice suddenly rang in his ears. “Don’t you wanna stay?”

He didn’t know how exactly to tell you. You’ve always been a gullible little girl, you were the type of girl to think fucking equals love. Little did you know that wasn’t the case at all.

“Yn.... you know I can’t”, Jungkook responded, you knew it wasn’t gonna be good when he said your name like that. “I got a girl at home and I don’t wanna mess shit up with her.”

There it was. Your suspicion was corroborated. He was still going out with the model and you were a certified home wrecker. Great.

You physically felt your heart breaking. “Bu- but why are you here then?”

You were incapable of being mad at him at the moment. It was your fault for letting him in, again. After breaking your trust and your heart.

“This was a mistake”, he declared, not looking into your eyes. “I’m sorry, yn...”

He’s moved past your room now, already at the exit of your dormitory. He was about to leave.

“You already ruined shit with her when you came here and fucked me.”, your voice was small, but your words were heard.

Without looking back, he left.

And you went back to your room, standing in the middle of it for a minute in silence before your brain fully processed what had happened and your tears started pouring.

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