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bokuroskitten · 3 years

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yooo the ddlg thingy w bo and kuroo was so so good, pls do a part 2 or another fic similar to that. i rlly rlly liked it, especially the poly relationship and the names ahhh 🥵

I’m glad you enjoyed it, Anon. Personally, it’s my favourite dynamic when I write. I’ve had this one saved for a while, so I thought I’d share. Enjoy the filth❦.

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➪Genre: NSFW 18+ ➪warnings: Poly Relationship, DDLG Dynamics (Papa & Daddy title used), blow jobs, face fucking, hair pulling, gagging, praise and degradation kink, brat taming, penetrative sex (female receiving), falling into subspace ➪Character(s): Dom!Kuroo x Dom!Bokuto x Fem Reader ➪Summary: Kuroo comes home after work to find quite a surprise in the living room. ➪Word Count: 2.7k ✯The most important part of these dynamics is trust & consent✯

“I’m home” Kuroo called out at the front door, a little pleased smirk slowly fading from his face as he received no response. He knew both You and Bokuto had the night off and was confused to hear silence.

That is until he heard a sharp breath, a subtle “fuck.”

Kuroo raised his brow, dropping his briefcase and kicking off the nice shoes you had bought him for his last birthday.

“(Y/N)?? Bo??”

“Living room.” Bokuto’s voice was tight when he spoke, concerning Kuroo even more as he suddenly felt the need to rush. “What’s the matter, Bo— “

Kuroo cut himself off, a slight flush rising on his cheeks as one of his signature laughs slipped past his lips.

“Well, I’ll be damned, right here in the living room huh?”

You were perched between Bokuto’s thighs, lips wrapped around the length of his cock and being held there by Bokuto’s hand, which gripped at your locks in a firm grasp. Your thighs trembled slightly, fingers curling into the fabric of the shorts Bokuto wore as you let out a choked little sob.

“She was being a bad girl~” Bokuto spoke with a little grin, loosening his grip a bit to allow you to slowly rise off his length. Kuroo approached tongue pressing over his bottom lip as he knelt down. It was only then that Bokuto allowed you to rise completely, strings of drool connecting your lips to Bokuto’s rock hard length as you let out a shaky breath.

“Were you being a bad girl for Bo baby? Hm?” Kuroo hummed softly, a smirk growing as you whined and attempted to lean into him, only for Bokuto to grip your hair once more and keep you in place.

“I-I...” You finally sputtered out as you caught your breath, a slow blush rising on your cheeks as Kuroo smoothed his thumb over your swollen lip. “Were you being a brat?”

You whined first before you answered, a breathy little “yes” slipping past his thumb before you took it between your lips, suckling it softly in an attempt to earn his affections. Kuroo had to bite back a groan that wanted to bubble free, tempted to keep his thumb between your lips had Bokuto’s raging cock hadn’t been bobbing and begging for attention right by his head. He pulled his thumb away with a pop, watching your lower lip tremble slightly as he stood.

“You know brats get punishments baby.” Was all he spoke before Bokuto groaned, tugging you back onto his cock. You whimpered, fists clenching back up in the fabric of his shorts as your head was pulled down low on his length, nose brushing against his pelvis as tears swelled in your eyes. Kuroo bit his lip at such a pretty sight before his tie was yanked by Bokuto. The males smashed their lips against one another, having them both groaning softly.

When Kuroo pulled back he chuckled softly, watching the hungry passion swell in Bokuto’s eyes as you choked on his cock, spit spilling past your lips and making a mess of the cushions beneath him. “She musta been real bad to get you going like this”

“Gunna fuck her pretty mouth,” Bokuto said in response, hand gripping your hair tighter as you choked a whine around his skin. “Since it was so fowl earlier”

Kuroo took a seat on the coffee table then, loosening up his tie and leaning back a bit to get a good view of the whole ordeal. “Well, fowl mouths do deserve a good fuckin’.” He repeated with a smirk, smoothing his palm over your trembling spine to make you squirm even more.

“Make sure she doesn’t touch herself. Only good girls get to do that.” Bokuto spoke through gritted teeth, rising your head just enough so you could take a large breath, chest trembling as your eyes fluttered and threatened to spill tears. Kuroo nodded and used his feet to push your thighs further apart, smirking when he felt the heat that was already built up under your skirt.

“‘m sorry... sorry for being a brat Papa...” You managed to whisper out, before Bokuto growled low in his chest, pushing your head back down and this time thrusting his hips forward, feeling his tip smack against the back of your throat.

“Now your words are all pretty huh? What happened to that little bratty attitude from earlier?” Bokuto grunted out, his eyes narrowing as his hips continued to thrust forward into your mouth. You took your punishment, tears spilling and drool bubbling you’re your swollen lips as you choked around his cock. Kuroo breathed deeply as he watched. Bokuto was always the rougher of the two, and watching the way he manhandled their partner had Kuroo tensing, his own length feeling constricted in his pants

“You gunna cum in her mouth, Bo? Yea, Washout that filthy mouth?” Kuroo purred, palm staying flush against your spine as he watched. Bokuto grunted out a response, gripping your hair tighter as he kept up the brutal pace, the sloppy sounds beginning to echo throughout the room.

“This what bad girls look like Kitty... mouth full of dick and eyes filled with tears,” Kuroo murmured, his nails slowly clawing down your back and earning a muffled sob, your fingers white around the fabric as you desperately swallowed down your boyfriend’s raging cock.

With a pace like this Bokuto knew he couldn’t last long. He thrust hard and fast, eyes rolling back a bit as he moaned. “Fuck- better swallow every drop, or we’ll do it again until you do birdy.” He sputtered between grunts, finally loosening his grip on your hair he thrust up one last time, tilting his head back in a moan as he came strings of white down your throat.

You whimpered, body trembling as you desperately swallowed him down. Bokuto kept himself between your warm lips a bit longer, moaning low as he felt your throat constrict around his dick. Slowly he pulled you off with a slick pop, tilting your head back so he could take hold of your chin instead.

“Lemme see.” He ordered, having Kuroo scramble to his side so he could see too, boys groaning in unison.

Your eyes swelled with tears, mascara running down your pretty face as you trembled. Your lips were swollen and a bit pink on the corners from being overstretched. Your chin was covered in drool, strings still clinging to you as you lulled your tongue out, mouth opening wide to reveal no cum was left in your mouth.

“Hmm good girl, you took your punishment so well baba.” Bokuto cooed, Kuroo humming in response as Bokuto smoothed his cock over the length of your tongue, watching the way you whined and softly wrapped your lips around his tip. You gave it a final suckle, settling for a kiss instead as you pecked along his length.

Bokuto shivered at such affection, reaching down to pull your trembling form into his lap instead. He smirked a bit as you clung to his thigh, core hot and damp as you mewled, gently rocking yourself along his thigh. Kuroo leaned in, smoothing his thumb over your cheekbone to wipe away from leftover tears and makeup.

“You did such a good job kitten, proud of you,” Kuroo mumbled, grinning a bit as you were quick to lean into him, continuing to ride along Bokuto’s toned thigh. He snaked a hand under your skirt, cupping your sex to feel the way it radiated against his palm.

“How’s your little cunny feel baba? You needa come now hm?” Bokuto spoke as he licked his lip, unable to hold back a playful grin as you nodded desperately, pressing your hips forward into his palm.

“Mhm, needa come, please Papa...” you murmured, head lulling a bit so you could nuzzle into Kuroo’s palm, eyes fucked out as you suckled one of his fingers. Kuroo groaned softly at such an action, feeling Bokuto’s palm smooth over the very obvious bulge in his slacks.

“Why don’t you fuck her babe? Still feelin’ a bit rough.” He leaned in so he could place a kiss against Kuroo’s earlobe. “I’ll save that for you later~” A shiver ran down Kuroo’s spine but he happily obliged, slowly pulling his fingers from your lips only to have you whining for attention.

“Don’t worry princess, Daddy’s gunna give it to you,” Kuroo reassured, standing so he could completely take off his tie and unbutton his work shirt. Bokuto took the opportunity to place a kiss against your swollen lips, easily scooping you up so your back was pressed flush to his chest. He eased his large palms over your thighs, hiking your skirt up in the process as he mumbled against your ear.

“Look at that wet little pussy... got off good on your punishment hm? You were such a good girl for Papa, so Daddy’s gunna give you a good treat okay birdy?” His voice had lightened, lost its edge from earlier as he nuzzled his nose into your hairline, gripping your thighs and pulling them further apart as you whined for any sort of friction. Kuroo shushed you softly, stripped of his work shirt and belt as he pulled himself free.

Bokuto couldn’t help but smirk as his rock-hard length, watching the way it bobbed once freed. “Looks like you got off on her punishment too.” Kuroo snickered at such a comment, cheeks a bit flush as he positioned himself properly. He leaned in to place a soft kiss against your cheek, lulling you back into focus as your eyes fluttered. He could tell the scene was getting overwhelming and had to reassure you.

“Don’t go just yet baby, I’m gunna make you feel good I promise.” He promised, palm smoothing over your soaking core. Kuroo and Bokuto watched with hungry eyes as he peeled away your panties, watching the way they desperately clung to your soaked pussy. You shivered as it was exposed, attempting to buck your hips forward only to be held fast by Bokuto.

“Relax baba.” He murmured, watching the way Kuroo gently brushed two fingers through your slit. “Let Daddy do all the work; you just sit here looking pretty for us.” You could only whimper in response, back arching a bit as Kuroo pressed against your clit, rubbing smooth circles on it with his thumb as his other hand coated his length in your slick, rubbed the tip against your folds.

“Please Daddy...” You murmured softly, one hand gripping tight to Bokuto’s forearm while the other reached for Kuroo, desperate to cling onto him. “Please Daddy please~” your speech was nothing but babbles at this point as Kuroo slowly pressed into you, groaning as your tight wet walls hugged perfectly around his length, sucked him in until his hips were flush against your trembling flesh.

“Shhh, you’re okay baby... Daddy’s gunna make you feel so good.” Kuroo promised, taking hold of your hand and intertwining their fingers as he slowly rutted within you. He went slow and deep, pausing every so often to feel the way your walls squeezed along him, milked him towards a high. You squeezed his hand tightly, head falling back onto Bokuto’s shoulder as you mewled from the pleasure, the tension slowly tightening in your core. Bokuto whispered words of encouragement against your hair, telling you how pretty you looked and how well you were doing.

His fingers gripped your thigh a bit tighter as Kuroo picked up his pace, biting on his lower lip as he watched the way your cunt swallowed Kuroo up greedily. His free hand smoothed over your throat, fingers slipping within your mouth which you happily took. You moaned around thick digits, suckling happily as you began to tremble. The knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter as Kuroo fucked into you.

“You have such a pretty pussy kitten. So perfect for my cock. You gunna cum soon?” Kuroo spoke between grunts, squeezing your hand tight as his thumb pressed to your clit. You were practically squealing against Bokuto’s fingers, tears swelling in your eyes once again as you reached your high. Kuroo wasn’t far behind, sweat gathering on his hairline as he pounded into you, hips rolling so he could rub along your sweet spot.

“Cum on Daddy’s cock birdy.” Bokuto encouraged, his fingers slowly pumping within your mouth as drool dribbled around his digits. His fingers gripped tighter to your thigh, pulling back on it as he pressed his lips to your cheek. Kuroo groaned in delight, pressing his forehead to Bokuto’s other shoulder as he rocked harder into you, feeling himself come undone.

The feeling of his warmth spilling within you sent you off the edge, eyes rolling back as you too finished. You squeezed his cock, spilling along his length and making a mess between the three of them. Kuroo’s thrusts became lazy, as he allowed both himself and you to ride out the high. You were completely dazed, fucked out, as you slumped into Bokuto. He hummed, slipping his fingers from your swollen lips and pulling your hair away from your forehead.

“You did such a good job birdy... taking Daddy’s cock like that,” Bokuto murmured. He ran a hand through Kuroo’s messy hair, grinned as he lifted up his head, placed a kiss on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Kuroo straightened up, slowly pulling out of you and groaning at the sight of the mess they created in Bokuto’s lap, the way your thighs trembled, and your pussy clenched at the air. He chuckled a bit as your face turned into the crook of Bokuto’s neck, eyes fluttering.

“You okay baby? Come back to us (Y/N) ...” he spoke softly, palm smoothing over your used core as Bokuto sat up a bit, nuzzling you gently. You had fallen deep into subspace, eyes glazed with tears and body trembling within Bokuto’s lap. Bokuto wrapped his arms around you, swaying you gently as you finally whimpered. “There you are baba; you feel okay love?”

Kuroo pulled his now soft length back into his pants, smiling softly as you let out a soft noise, curling into Bokuto’s lap. “Mhm... felt good.” You mumbled; your eyes still dazed. Bokuto sighed in approval gently patting your back. “Good. You gunna be a good girl for me now?” He asked expectantly, grinning a bit as a blush rose on your cheeks, feeling you nod against his skin.

“Well, that was a lovely welcome home gift.” Kuroo purred, running his fingers through damp hair. “Gunna shower, wanna join kitten? I’ll clean you and put you to bed.” You perked up a bit at such a suggestion, mewling as you squirmed a bit against Bokuto, held your arms out to Kuroo. The action had him cooing softly, easily pulling you from Bokuto to hold you against his chest.

“Such a good baby.” He snickered. Huffing a bit as he adjusted you, he began to walk around the couch and towards the bathroom. His free hand smoothed over Bokuto’s head, fingers running through damp hair as Bokuto sunk into the couch cushions. A little smirk twitched on Kuroo’s lips as he leaned in, saw the bulge still tenting up in Bokuto’s sports shorts. He got up close to the grey-haired ear, tongue slowly poking along his lobe as he whispered.

“After I put baby to sleep, I’ll come back prepped, ass up and ready for you.” Kuroo purred low, earning a pleased grunt from Bokuto as he grinned in response. “Now that will be a fuckin treat.”

The boys were interrupted when you whined against Kuroo’s neck, legs tightening up around him a bit. “Sleepy.” You mumbled, earning a pleased little huff from both of the boys. You became so soft, so whiny after falling into subspace. But the boys didn’t mind, they enjoyed babying you as much as you let them.

“Okay kitten okay, we’re going.” He spoke as he patted your rear affectionately, placing a kiss against Bokuto’s lips that was soft and full of desire. Yet he still walked away, a smirk on his face as he held you tight and got excited imagining what Bokuto was gunna do to him.

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itschimmychimchims · 5 years

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Etched Pt. 8

♡ jimin x reader

♡ smut x mafia!au

♡ smut, oral, slightsub!jimin, dirty talking, sliiiight voyeurism(?) not very sure if it’s counted but whatever

(PS I’ll be on a bit of a break for a few weeks due to exams! After that i’ll be right back on track!)

Jimin spends the night with you after a busy few days.

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When I awoke the next morning, I was rather surprised because Jimin was still in bed beside me. I shifted slowly and quietly so he wouldn’t wake up and turned to face him. His shoulders shifted slightly but he didn’t stir anymore after. I took in all of his features, as if etching them into my memory - or rather, trying to find those memories that should have been there. A part of my head would ache when I tried to just remember a bit of my past, so I ended up stopping.

Jimin’s features were beautiful but they were more so when he was asleep. His unrealistic beauty was so undisturbed and so peaceful. Though, I definitely could see the stress lines and eye circles. He was still beautiful beyond anyone I’d ever seen. Did I really forget someone like that? A small part of me wondered if he was telling me everything. A cynical part of me really thought about why he was after the ring, just so he could make me remember. Why wasn’t me being with him now enough? I mean, there had to be some other purpose. It was complicated so I didn’t ponder on it too long.

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Three days had passed and I had been swiftly manoeuvered around the house as Jimin’s guests came and went. Jimin did tell me he didn’t want me to be seen, so I cooperated with the maids, mostly keeping to the garden or the library, tending to my now successful seedlings. I thought hard about what Jimin had told me the other night, and the three days really allowed me to process all that information. I wondered if Jimin would end up letting me go back to my father. And at this point, I don’t think that was my favoured option. Knowing my dad, he’d be so paranoid he’d ship me off to Indonesia or something for years. I did want to talk to him about the whole fiasco though.

I did have to go to the bathroom this one time, rather urgently in fact, and I ended up bumping into one of Jimin’s guests as Jimin was ushering him to the door.

“Ah-“ the man looked at me with recognition and confusion in his eyes. “Park, isn’t that Kwon’s daughter?”

Jimin smiles professionally, not missing a beat, replying, “Yes, she’s here for a while.” The man seemed to be satisfied with the answer, so he turned on his heel, thanking Jimin, then proceeded to leave. Jimin shot me a small smile.

“Didn’t I say to try and keep away from my guests, Princess?” He said, with a slightly lilting tone that didn’t seem to hold any annoyance, so I relaxed.

“Didn’t you say I was safe?” I countered. “I really needed to go to the bathroom.” Jimin chuckled and brought me close to him, resting his hand on my cheek. His lips ever so gently brushed my forehead, making me swoon. No matter what he did, Jimin definitely succeeded in making me fall head-over-heels for him - whether he was merely looking at me or dicking me down into his sheets.

“Anyway, thanks for being very accomodating the past three days. Let’s go for a drive tonight.” He said. His fingers tilted my chin upwards and our lips met in a soft kiss. Even a small action like that made my toes curl. I nodded in excitement and Jimin chuckled at my eagerness to leave the house, walking back to his study.

I spent the rest of my day tending to my violets that seemed to be growing up well. I spotted a little yellow bud and the maids cheered for me. They had rambled on about fertilizers and moving pots and all that stuff but I had zoned out. I was just happy that the plant was growing properly, and it was something positive in a somewhat tense time. I knew Jimin was more stressed than he let on, and somehow I wanted to help him out, even if it was just listening.

It was around 12.30AM when Jimin tapped on my door looking a little tired.

“Let’s go, Princess.” He gave me a smile and I hopped over to him with my brows furrowed. My fingers skim over his face, resting on his cheeks. It felt so intimate. His folded arms relax and come to my waist, pulling me closer. His lips peck my palm that was on his cheek.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He murmured, planting a kiss on my cheek.

“You’re tired, Jimin.” I said. “I don’t think I want to tire you out by making you drive all the way out tonight.”

“You were so excited over it. I’m okay, princess, let’s go.” He smiled, running his fingers through my hair affectionately. I shook my head. I knew he was tired and stressed over the whole incident, plus know I knew about everything that had happened in my past - I just wanted him to feel a bit better, even for a few moments.

“No, it’s okay, let’s stay inside.” I said, pulling him towards the bed. He sat down at the edge of the bed with a soft plop, hands reaching for my waist. I planted a kiss on his plush lips, my arms around his lean shoulders. He smiled against my kiss, tilting his chin upwards to deepen it. He tasted faintly of red wine and I could smell the minty scent of his freshly washed hair. I felt his hands sneak under shirt, but they lingered on my waist. They were warm and they felt nice.

Jimin smiled, tugging me by my hips and both of us fall on the bed with me on top of him. The kisses stayed gentle but fervent. Jimin’s hands roamed my back under my shirt now and he moaned into the kiss. I pull away, planting kisses on his neck and collarbones. He sighs contentedly, letting his hands drop.

“Let me help you relax, Jimin.” I murmured, kissing his adam’s apple. “I know you’ve been so stressed since the incident.”

“Ah, Princess-“ Jimin moaned as my fingers brushed the tent forming in pants. I went back to kissing his beautiful pink lips as I unbuttoned his loose white shirt. I intentionally brushed my fingers across his skin more as I slowly slipped his shirt off him, making his lean yet chiseled frame was mine to explore. I ran my hands across his chest, planting kisses from his neck all the way down to his abdomen, where he clenched his abs as I did.

I looked up at Jimin, asking with my eyes if I could continue, holding the waistband of his pants lightly. He smiled and nodded, helping me out by lifting his hips as I removed it, revealing his erect member. I smiled a little, seeing that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I raised an eyebrow at him.

“The pants were comfortable enough.” He chuckled. I follow, my hands finding their spots on his thighs. I squeeze them lightly as I give his member licks to wet it. He groans, gripping the sheets.

“Don’t tease me, Princess.” Jimin mumbled. “I want to feel your mouth around me.” The slightly submissive Jimin made me curious.

“How much do you want it, Jimin?” I whisper, pressing my lips to his tip. I sucked the side for a few seconds before pulling away.

“So so much, baby, I want to feel how warm and wet it is again.” He almost begs, bucking his hips up at me a little. I chuckled, complying by wrapping my hand around his member, letting my lips envelope it. He moaned loudly in satisfaction. I suck softly, moving my hand, twisting it.

“Ah- Princess, you make me feel so good.” Jimin panted, throwing his head back into the sheets. “Your mouth feels so fucking good around me. Makes me so excited to fuck your tight little pussy later.” His words sent warmth straight down me, and I was sure I was dripping even though he didn’t touch me. His fingers weaved through my hair and lightly grasped it as I continue with my ministrations.

I test the waters lightly, grazing my teeth ever so slightly against his dick, making him moan loudly once more.

“Oh god, baby, fuck that felt good, do it again.” Jimin cried, tensing his abs again. His voice was so silky and dark and velvety - I could have him read me a phonebook and still get wet from it.

I stop sucking him and graze his member again softly with my teeth before sending it deep down to my throat and he groans in response, bucking his hips. A string of curses leave his plush lips as I continue to bob my head.

“Fuck baby, I’ll cum so hard if you keep going.” His voice came out uneven and shaky. I could feel his dick twitch in my mouth so I pulled away, releasing him with a pop. He moaned a little in protest from the lack of contact.

“I’m going to get myself ready for you, Jimin.” I say, removing my clothes swiftly, giving him a smirk. “You can watch, but no touching.”

“You’ll kill me, I swear.” Jimin knits his brows together. “Can I at least touch myself?”

“Yes.” I reply. “Don’t cum, though. I want you to cum when you’re inside me.” He groaned at my words, wrapping his hands around his dick, positioning himself at my pillows so he could watch me properly.

I started by spreading my legs, earning a pained sound from Jimin.

“I can see how fucking wet you are, my god. How are you so wet when you only sucked me off...” He said, biting his bottom lip. “I want to dive right in there and taste you.”

I lubricated my fingers with my arousal, dipping a finger inside myself, moaning at the feeling of finally being filled by something. I thrusted hard but one finger couldn’t satisfy me.

“Looking at how wet you are, you can definitely fit another finger, baby.” Jimin purred, edging me to continue. I moaned, dipping another finger inside, curling them, stretching myself out. I threw my head back, moaning.

“Ah- Jimin...” I moaned his name, knowing it would rile him up. He growls in response and his hands on himself sped up by a fraction. I continue and I feel my abdomen clench and tighten with every thrust. I slip my fingers out, not wanting to come so early. Jimin stared at me wildly, the sweat on his forehead making his hair stick.

“Let me taste you, baby, please.” He begged and I clambered over to him. He snakes his fingers around my wrist and I let him lick my arousal off my fingers. He moaned as he sucked them clean.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good, baby.” Jimin’s voice was almost a whine. “See how hard I am for you, baby? Please let me fuck you.” I hummed in acknowledgement and kissed his parted lips. His hands met my bare skin hungrily, as did his lips on mine. His strong arms pinned me down against the sheets, his lips never stopping their assault on my bare skin. It felt so good to feel them all over me. His fingers spread my legs and he impatiently nudges my entrance with his member, coating it. He moans at the contact and bites his bottom lip before pushing into me. I arch my back, feeling the fullness of Jimin inside me.

“Jimin...” I cried, and he smiled, kissing me on my lips. His hands gripped my wrists tightly as he started to thrust into me and his lips got busy on my neck.

“Fuck, Princess, I love being inside you.” He grunted. “You make it so hard for me not to cum.” I moan at his words and when he started his ministrations on my bare breasts. His warm tongue rubbed my nipples till they were perked at full attention, and he sucked the swelled skin like a lollipop, all while never letting up the pace at which his hips snapped into mine.

“Jimin, I’m so close, please-“ I let out a gasp as Jimin released his hold on my wrists and changed his angle, now knees on the bed and holding my thighs as he slammed into me. Jimin pulled me closer every thrust and it made me see stars as his member reached my most sensitive spots inside me.

“You look so pretty all fucked out like that, baby.” Jimin praised me, panting. “So fucking beautiful, and all mine.”

“Jimin I’m cumming, oh god- I’m...!” I could feel my legs shake as I felt waves of pleasure erupt from my abdomen, like setting my nerves ablaze with sparks of electricity. It was warm and it was intense.

“Tell me how much you want me, baby. Make me cum with your words.” Jimin said, increasing his already inhumane pace. I peppered kisses along his neck and collarbone, showering him with dirty praises.

“Jimin, only you can make me feel this good. Only you can fuck like that. Cum for me, Jimin. Fuck, you feel so good. Cum inside me.” The last line really did it for him and he let out a shaky moan as he came inside me in hot spurts.

“Oh my fuck, that was amazing, Y/N.” Jimin said, panting. “You were such a dirty girl and I loved it.” I chuckled and I felt him pull out of me. I could also feel a bit of his cum drip from me.

“I’ll clean you up, don’t worry.” Jimin said, kissing my cheek. He headed towards to toilet, coming back out with warm towels. His hands swiftly cleaned himself and he helped me to wipe myself. He discarded his towels and came back to the bed, wrapping his arms around me.

“I didn’t know you liked being rather submissive, Jimin.” I chuckled, teasing him. He scoffed and flicked my nose.

“That wasn’t submissive.” He argued. “That was just me wanting to put my dick inside you so badly I almost went crazy.” I blush at his words and he laughed.

“How do you blush at that but not bat an eyelid as you fucking touch yourself to rile me up?” He laughed, pulling me into his chest. A long moments of silence passed and I started to feel my eyelids droop from tiredness. I was about to get up and go back to my room when Jimin suddenly asked, “Can you sleep here tonight?”

I pulled away from him and gave him a questioning look because his tone seemed slightly off.

“Stay with me tonight.” He murmured, clinging to my hand, intertwining out fingers. “I want to sleep beside you.” He seemed a lot younger in those moments. He was just young, and was thrown unwillingly into this shithole of a job. He was just lonely and tired of having nobody to share his burdens or successes with.

“Of course I will.”

The next morning, I awoke to an empty bed and Jimin was nowhere to be found in the house. The house was also strangely quiet and the maids seemed to have disappeared but they always seemed to ghost around in the house anyway. I drank a cup of warm milk after my shower before heading to the library to read like I usually did but one of the maids appeared out of nowhere, guiding me to the garage outside.

The maids were lined up by the side of the black tinted car, along with a few bodyguards. Nana, one of the maids, handed me a blindfold and I nodded, confused still, but compliant.

“Please get in the car, ma’am.” She said, sounding a little upset. “Have a safe journey. It was an honour serving you, ma’am.” That shocked me, what did she mean by that? And the finality in her tone was alarming and my heart started to thud really loudly inside my chest, feelinh something was wrong.

“Where am I-“ I began but the door had shut and I sat quietly in the car as it revved off. I was so confused. I was scared too, that something big was happening.

I didn’t even know how long I was in the car for, but it seemed to be a rather long drive. The car pulled to a stop and I could hear the soft crashing of water from a fountain. A very familiar fountain. The familiar sound of windchimes alarmed me even further. The blindfold was taken off and I realized that... I was driven to my home.

The car door was opened and there stood my father, whose face was a mixture of relief yet sadness at the same time. He welcomed me home with open arms and I fell into his arms naturally, missing him as well.

“Welcome home, sweetie.” He said. I could only nod, because I was still just in shock. Why was I here? I let go of my father and turn to the driver, who had taken a black envelope out of his coat, giving it to me.

“This is from the Young Master.” He said politely. “It was an honour to serve you, ma’am.” There was that tone of finality once again and for some reason it made me so emotional.

“Thank you.” I managed to blurt out. I really had nothing to say because my mind was a whole jumbled mess.

“Y/N, it’s cold out, let’s go back inside and you can take it all in. You read your letter. I’ll answer any questions you may have once you’re ready.” My father sighed, ushering me into the house. As I took in my once familiar home with my soon-to-be teary eyes, it made me feel uneasy. I didn’t feel like this was my home. I never had any sort of emotional attachment to this house. There was hardly any love in it.

The maids helped me to my room and prepared the bath for me. As I soaked in the warm water, I took Jimin’s letter to read. I couldn’t believe what I was reading.

“Dear my beautiful Y/N,

I know you must be confused, but I hope you know that this was for your sake. I decided to put you back under your father’s care as I sort out my situation with the rebel uprising. I’ve been receiving uncomfortable news every day since the Gala. It’s going to be so dangerous around me and even my security team may not be enough from the reports I’ve been getting. I was afraid to lose you again. I just needed you to be safe.

I told you before that I could wait, no matter how long it took. As long as you’re alive and well, as long as I know you’re safe. And I trust your father, as much as I can possibly do so, to keep you safe.

There’s nothing I can say to make you forgive me for this cowardly move on my part. I don’t intend on asking for something I hardly deserve. You mean so much to me, and if I ever saw you hurt... I’d never live it down. The Gala night was the tipping point for me. I still regret bringing you. I’m so sorry for involving you im my clan matters. After so many years of waiting, I became impulsive. For that, I apologize.

I also apologize for not seeing you off. I’ll probably on a flight to Beijing by the time you read this and I just wanted to say that... more than anything else, I love you.

Goodbye until the next time,

Jimin.”

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EDEN CONFIDENTIAL: Duchess of Cambridge drafts in former Vogue editor

Since Meghan Markle married Prince Harry, royal watchers have often remarked that her sister-in-law Kate is looking noticeably more glamorous. Now, I can reveal why, writes Richard Eden

Since Meghan Markle married Prince Harry, royal watchers have often remarked that her sister-in-law Kate is looking noticeably more glamorous. Now, I can reveal why.

The Duchess of Cambridge has secretly drafted in a talented stylist who has been advising her on her wardrobe.

Out go the stiff coat dresses and Home Counties lady look. In comes a more modern, sleek style, such as the £800 Gucci pussy-bow blouse and wide-legged trousers she wore for an engagement earlier this month.

Her new adviser is Virginia Chadwyck-Healey, an aristocratic 36-year-old former editor at Vogue magazine.

Known as Ginnie, she is an old friend of Prince William and Kate, and attended their wedding at Westminster Abbey in 2011.

‘Ginnie is Catherine’s secret weapon,’ a royal source tells me. ‘She has made a big difference to the Duchess’s wardrobe for public engagements and has helped give her a whole new sense of confidence.

‘Catherine has been really impressed and is very grateful for her help.’

Ginnie is the daughter of the 3rd Lord Strathalmond and has two daughters, Nancy, four, and Maggie, two, with her Old Etonian husband, Oliver Chadwyck-Healey.

Ginnie and Ollie were at St Andrews University with William and Kate, and both women studied history of art.

Her new adviser is Virginia Chadwyck-Healey, an aristocratic 36-year-old former editor at Vogue magazine, writes Richard Eden

Natasha Archer, who usually helps Kate with her wardrobe, is presently on maternity leave.

Ginnie, who left Vogue in 2018 after 12 years, wrote about her experience at William and Kate’s wedding.

‘To my great surprise, I found myself included in the fashion reviews as one of the “best-dressed wedding guests”,’ boasted Ginnie, who wore an Emilia Wickstead watermelon pink skirt and a bubblegum pink trapeze-sleeve silk top.

‘Royal protocol had to come first, but I wanted to feel like I had an identity amid the sea of celebrities, friends, military personnel, foreign members of state and, of course, the Royal Family.’

But she added: ‘To my mother’s horror, I didn’t wear tights.’

How very daring.

F1’s Lewis still single-minded

He courted Pussycat Dolls singer Nicole Scherzinger for eight years and has been linked to her fellow pop stars Rihanna and Rita Ora, but Formula One champion Lewis Hamilton will not be settling down just yet, according to his father.

Anthony Hamilton, who made huge sacrifices to support his son’s talent for motor racing, tells me: ‘I don’t think Lewis is the marrying kind.’

And he seems almost to have given up hope that Lewis, 34, will provide him with a grandchild.

‘It would be nice to have some grandkids,’ says Anthony.

‘Hopefully, he will get married and give me some one day, but I can’t see that happening any time soon.’

Even Jodie’s man didn’t recognise her!

Jodie Kidd’s natural blonde hair played as much a part in her rise to modelling stardom in the Nineties as her razor-sharp cheekbones.

Now, the 40-year-old has ditched one of her trademark features — by dyeing her wavy locks chocolate brown.

‘It’s something I’ve wanted to do my whole life, but I’ve always been petrified,’ she confides at the Essentiel Antwerp store launch party in Sloane Square.

Jodie showed off her new look, teamed with a yellow jacket and floral dress.

Jodie Kidd’s natural blonde hair played as much a part in her rise to modelling stardom in the Nineties as her razor-sharp cheekbones. Now, the 40-year-old has ditched one of her trademark features — by dyeing her wavy locks chocolate brown, writes Richard Eden

Jokingly, she adds: ‘Maybe it’s a mid-life crisis?’

Her boyfriend, the dashing former Royal Marine Joseph Bates, is struggling to adjust to the new-look Jodie.

‘He was picking me up earlier today. I said on the phone: “I’m crossing the King’s Road now,” and had to say: “You’re literally driving past me!”

‘He slammed on the brakes and was like: “Oh, my God!” He didn’t recognise me at all. But he loves it.’

Britain’s best-known High Street tycoon, Sir Philip Green, seems to have quit this country. I can reveal the Topshop owner has not spent a single day in the UK this year and has told friends he might never return.

‘He feels he’s been treated appallingly and has no desire to come back,’ one of the billionaire’s chums tells me. ‘He doesn’t want to be in Britain if he’s not wanted here.’

The roly-poly retailer has faced allegations — which he strongly denies — that he bullied and sexually harassed staff. There were also calls for him to be stripped of his knighthood over his sale of BHS for £1 to a multiple bankrupt with no shop experience.

At least Sir Philip, who previously lived at the Dorchester Hotel in Mayfair from Monday to Friday, can spend more time aboard his £100million superyacht, Lionheart, with his wife, Tina, a tax resident of Monaco.

Prince Philip turns 98 in June and has retired from royal duties, but he is nevertheless lending his name to a cause close to his heart.

I can reveal that a new organisation is to be launched in May called The Prince Philip Gordonstoun Foundation. It will raise money for scholarships at the Scottish boarding school where he and the Queen sent their children.

‘Princess Anne will speak at the launch party,’ a courtier tells me. ‘It’s possible that the Duke of Edinburgh will also attend, but we won’t know until nearer the time.’

The smart set’s talking about… Arty bikini heiress Alaia

Melissa Odabash’s stylish swimwear is worn by everyone from Pippa Middleton to the Kardashians, and now her daughter, Alaia De Santis, has designs on the art world, writes Richard Eden

Melissa Odabash’s stylish swimwear is worn by everyone from Pippa Middleton to the Kardashians, and now her daughter, Alaia De Santis, has designs on the art world.

Although still in her second year at Camberwell Art College, Alaia’s Sixties-inspired collages are selling for hundreds of pounds.

‘I’ve put a hold on sales because I’m planning my first solo exhibition in London this year,’ she tells me. ‘I want everyone to be able to view them properly first.’

The amiable student, 21, whose father is businessman Nicolas De Santis, attended £19,950-a-year More House in Knightsbridge before transferring to Hampstead’s Fine Arts College.

Being a designer’s daughter can cause complications. Two years ago, Melissa was nearly sued by fashion label Azzedine Alaia because she named one of her pieces after her daughter, who shares its name.

A familiar face on the London party circuit, Alaia has fallen for Italian business student Mario Manca. She gushes: ‘When I first met him, I thought: “This is my future husband.” ’

(Very) modern manners

Here’s a most unlikely transformation. Meg Mathews, friend of Kate Moss and stalwart of the hard-living Primrose Hill set, is now a health ‘guru’ advising civil servants on their lifestyles.

The ex-wife of Oasis star Noel Gallagher reveals: ‘I just did a talk at the Foreign Office.’

Speaking at the launch of Ama Bags at Caviar House & Prunier in Piccadilly, Meg tells me: ‘I went to the FO to talk about the menopause and the need to give flexible hours to those going through it.

‘Women can feel so overwhelmed in life they don’t want to go for promotion. We have to get rid of the stigma.’

As the renovations drag on at the Duke and Duchess of Sussex’s Windsor love nest, Frogmore Cottage, spare a thought for their neighbour, Mabel Anderson, 91.

The former nanny to all four of the Queen’s children has had to endure months of building work from her grace-and-favour home just yards away. Hope she won’t be kept awake by those late-night yoga sessions of which Harry is now fond…

That outfit is so off the wall, Jenna

Queen Victoria would not have been amused. Jenna Coleman, star of ITV’s hit period drama Victoria, turned up at a fashion party in Knightsbridge — only to find her £2,690 Gucci floral-print trouser suit looked like the wallpaper.

‘Maybe she was trying to set a trend,’ remarks a fashionista. ‘Soon, everyone will be wearing outfits that blend in with the decor.’

Box office hit Bohemian Rhapsody has been accused of glossing over Freddie Mercury’s promiscuity, but it’s his chivalrous behaviour towards fans that was covered up by the BBC.

David Wigg’s interview with the Queen singer featured in the 2012 documentary, Freddie Mercury: The Great Pretender. Now Wigg reveals: ‘I asked Freddie, who had so many adoring fans of both sexes, whether he had ever slept with one.

He said: “No, dear. Never sleep with a fan! It can only end in tears.”’ Wigg tells me: ‘Sadly, the BBC thought this was a bit too much and cut it out of the documentary.’

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Things I want to tell the person who I miss a lot and I wish all the best

This thing isn’t going to be proofread, so please forgive all the grammar and syntax errors :p

Also I know you deadass said NO REPLYING back to your letter, but like, I feel like I deserve to share my side of my story and the updates in my life. But also this is a great way to relief stress and actually confront what i’ve been feeling and thinking about for a long long long time.

Also I just wanted to use to time to talk to you, because I miss that a lot.

And I know that this might trigger you, so I’m gonna give you every opportunity to not read this by filling up space with the lyrics of iconic songs.

So if you need to preserve yourself, I COMPLETELY UNDERSTAND THAT.

DO NOT SCROLL DOWN UNLESS YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON WITH ME!

Don’t scroll down if it’s only going to hurt you.

But I hope you are doing okay! I’ll be fine, but life is life, ya know?

I just feel like you deserve a response for the better.

Also, like you trust me, don’t share this with anyone else

"Deepthroat"

Hump me, fuck me

Daddy better make me choke (you better)

Hump me, fuck me

My tunnel loves a deep throat (it do)

Lick, lick, lick, lick (I lick)

I want to eat your dick (I do)

But I can't fuck up my nails (I can't)

So I'mma pick it up with chopsticks

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Put it so deep, I can't speak a sentence

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Put it so deep I can't speak a sentence

My fingers in it, gentle (yeah)

Explore this nigga mental

I'mma write my name on his dick (his dick)

Don't need a pen or a pencil (no I don't)

All I need is my body (my body)

My pussy pink just like salami (ooh!)

Don't need no drink to get naughty (no)

'Cause bitch I'm not Bill Cosby (I'm not)

My pussy mean, and it's clean (It is)

I'm not a squirter, I cream (squirt squirt!)

Keep it smelling like baby wipes

I never smell like sardines (ew!)

This will never fucking end (It won't)

Ballerina that dick when I spin (I spin)

I fucked this nigga so good

I ain't swallow one kid, I think I swallowed twins

Hump me, fuck me

Daddy better make me choke (you better)

Hump me, fuck me

My tunnel loves to deep throat (it do)

Lick, lick, lick, lick (I lick)

I want to eat your dick (I do)

But I can't fuck up my nails (I can't)

So I'mma pick it up with chopsticks

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Put it so deep, I can't speak a sentence

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Mouth wide open like I was at the dentist

Mouth wide open, mouth wide open

Put it so deep I can't speak a sentence

Just come put it down my butt (my butt)

Let's shoot a movie, no cuts

Ride the dick, get my nipples licked

That's breastfeeding while we fuck (thirsty)

Finna get the dick wet and firm (firm)

You better sweat me out of my perm (my perm)

Can't wait 'til it's my turn

I wanna blow bubbles with sperm (right now)

Wanna hit it from the back

Let me arch my back

Once I arch my back

That mean attack this pussy

Don't need a porn star 'cause I'm the moderin (no)

I'mma spit on his dick sound like I'm gargling

Make him bust three nuts, is the task

My panties stuck in my ass

So I pulled them down to show him the pearl

Made his pubic hairs curl fast

Fuck this pussy

Come fuck this pussy

Fuck this pussy

Come fuck this pussy

Nuneul ttel suga eopseo

Neowa naui Eclipse

Nae nuneman boideon neo

Sondael su eopsi wiheom haessdeon

Woo boy

Nae mamdo

Neoege jakku deo kkeullyeo

Sarangi mwoga mwonji

A to Z ajikdo molla

Geunyang neoege ppajyeoissgo sipeo

Neoreul hyanghae manyang joreugo sipeun mam

Niga joha nan Cool

Il bun il cho nae saenggageun jeonbu

Neoro gadeuk Baby I'm Full

Jeomjeom tteugeopgo

Jeomjeom mot mallyeo

Jeomjeom dagaga

Simjangi ttwieo Cool

Eotteokhae na Cool

Ireon nae mam

Woo

Meonjeo gobaekhallae

Oh boy maeil nun tteun sunganbuteo

Baro saenggaknan neoran saram My boy

Neon eonjebuteo nae mam soge deureowassni Uh

Hey you

Chagawossdeon naega deowojyeo Wow

Sarangi mwoga mwonji

[Lyrics from: https:/lyrics.az/odd-eye-circle/mix-match/girl-front.html]

A to Z nado jal molla

Jakkuman nae mam neoegeman kkeullyeo

Neoreul hyanghae banjjak biccnago sipeun mam

Niga joha nan Cool

Il bun il cho nae saenggageun jeonbu

Neoro gadeuk Baby I'm Full

Jeomjeom tteugeopgo

Jeomjeom mot mallyeo

Jeomjeom dagaga

Simjangi ttwieo Cool

Eotteokhae na Cool

Ireon nae mam

Woo

Meonjeo gobaekhallae

Kkeuti eopsneun gose nama

Ojik neowa danduri

Heuryeojiji anhneun gieok

Oh kkaegi silheun eoje bamcheoreom

All Night

Ireon nae mami Cool

Geujeo geujeo nae mami ganeun gos

Niga issneun nan geogie

Jeomjeom gakkai

Jeomjeom nae gyeote

Jeomjeom dagaga

Simjangi ttwieo Cool

Sikhyeojullae Cool

Naega meonjeo

Woo

Saranghanda malhae

Okay those are the only two songs lmao

But like me take up more space

[OKAY THIS IS THE PART WHERE I TELL ALL, SO PLEASE READ ONLY WHEN YOU’RE READY]

Okay hey sister lol

Thanks for the letter via Tumblr. I really appreciate it. I miss talking to you so much, because you are one of the few people that just gets it. Though you are a Scorpio, and I am a Sagittarius, I feel like we are one in the same. It’s like Gay PEMDAS right? The quadratic equation, but for emotional expression? The law of conversation of energy and mass, but like for gays who don’t know how to act?? No shade obviously because i am @ing myself.

But to quickly get to your question about whether or not I am alright, the answer is complicated.

Like I know I will be okay. I know it deep in my heart. But the constant battle with depression and anxiety clouds my vision so much. I’ve always experienced a sense of emptiness in my life. Like not deep sorrow, although I have definitely felt that, but like an absence of any emotion to the point that everything is numb and i dissociate into a void. Sometimes I feel like I only exist physically, but my mind is elsewhere. Locked away. Okay that was dramatic, but I am such a dramatic gay. It’s funny how other gay-PIAS have called me “mysterious” or “artsy” or some shit like that. In reality, I’m just depressed. But like none of this was because of my social interactions in college. It’s brain chemistry and shit, which sucks. And yes, to get all public health, I do realize there are a lot of ~*social determinants of health*~ that play into it. We stan. But that’s neither here or there for this conversation.

This semester has been a lot for me for a variety of reasons. I have been having troubling coping with it all or even internalizing what’s going on around me. This semester is tough, and I don’t feel quite like myself. Are the planets misaligned or something? Things are just different for no reason, and that’s frustrating as fuck. Could that possibly be the growing pains of senior year at a university that I didn’t really want to go to? IDK but like I’m still having tons of fun regardless (take that depression and anxiety!) Life is a lot of ups and downs, and I’m just trying to roll with it one day at a time. That’s what my sister told me in times where I was so unsure about myself. And it helps out a lot.

And yeah, I dropped UAAO co-chair lmao

It was just too fucking much in the sense that I can no longer be an advocate for the community because I do not have the emotional or mental capacity to do that. Also I felt like I was expected to take on that role, and that pressure mislead me to run. I’m really glad my board is empathic and understands why I chose to step down. I’m just really tired of it all, and I know it’s for the best. I still love hanging out with the people I’ve made close friends with tho! There is a lot going on to why I dropped, but maybe if we hang out in person, I can tell you more. Otherwise, this letter would be super fucking long.

Also one of the reasons why I seem to be not alright is because our public health classes kinda suck this year lmao Like what are we learning, and like, is it over?

I remember one time in Vic’s class when we were talking about mental health, we went over the concept of social support. And then A** proceeded to have a self-indulged circle jerk of one yet again. Like we get it! You vote! Trump sucks! What else is new??!??!!? The United States is a colonial, imperialistic entity! We knew!!

Anyway, the point is that I really miss talking to you. I totally agree that we connect on a level that is different than anyone else here at UMich. Like besides the fact we both are extremely and utterly homosexual, our minds… I miss that I can make super specific pop culture references, and you immediately get it and vice versa. I really just want to watch rupaul’s drag race in the fishbowl on full volume because it’s that’s what we call justice for gay rights.

But beyond the connections with all the pop culture shit we consume on the day-to-day, our friendship meant so much to me. Tbh, my immediate first impression of you in the Markley dorm was that I wanted to be friends with you. And I’m glad I was. And hopefully, we can be friends again, because I would really really really like that.

I appreciate the fact that it just made perfect sense that we were good friends. We kinda just got each other. And honestly, our friendship helped me come out to myself and become the gay I knew I always was. The other day Colin, called me a top-tier gay, and that made me smile because I think you and I are highkey top-tier gays in the A/PIA world. No one can tell me otherwise, or that’s kinda homophobic :/ I’ve always felt honored that you thought so highly of me. And honestly, I feel like the only opinion I care about in terms of UAAO leadership is yours (and my ex-chair Kathie lmao oh and Lloyd because obviously Lloydsey.)

Our friendship made me feel unstoppable honestly. Like no matter what happens, I know that you always had my back and would actually fight. And I still sort of feel that even if we aren’t as close as we used to be. And tbh, that feeling of invincibility is super rare for me. Because opposite to you, I’m afraid of a lot of things. I overthink a lot of things because of that.

Khang, I’m deeply sorry for what happened between us. Maybe I should have been more up-front or maybe I should have said something or maybe I should have realized. I don’t know. I wish none of this or that ever happened. And I’m sorry I didn’t feel the same although you told me at the FASA party that I have no reason to feel sorry. I still do. That’s just me. I will always feel guilty for hurting someone so close to me. But also don’t feel sorry for me either that I feel sorry if that makes sense. Which I don’t know if anything I am saying right now makes sense.

And I’m glad you are doing a lot better! It’s what you deserve. When I think about you, I can only think about the good in your heart... That and all the gay porn you posted on your finsta.

I don’t want our friendship to be a memory. It would be so great to make new memories and repeat some of the great ones. Screaming the lyrics to Deepthroat. Talking shit. Sadako lunch! Mason hall classrooms. How SPH undergrad kinda blows but that’s okay lol. And there is so much I want to talk to you about. I want to talk about boys with you. I want to talk about career aspirations and shit. And like just exist as friends.

Also, my break-up with that one person has been a motherfucking nightmare, I feel like you would have some good insight on what I should do, because girl… *Laganja voice* THIS IS JUST TOO MUCH.

However, what I want most of all is to know that you are okay and thriving. And if that means there is going to have to be some space between us, then I completely understand. Although it kinda makes me sad that you sometimes have to ignore me in real life, I completely understand. I want nothing more than your happiness and well-being. I can wait as long as humanly possible. And even if that means we ultimately won’t be friends, then that’s fine. At least I know that you are doing well in life! I want you to pursue your mission to be fully present and not to worry about the uncertain future.

I feel like I’ll be fine. Who can never be sure? JK I know I will hopefully akdjlfaslfjasklfjaslkfdjklasjflaksjfdas;kfdjasl;fjaslk;fjd

If what you said in your letter is still a thing--the part about me needing a friend, then I would love to take you up on that offer. Because I could always use a friend like you in any way you feel is best for you. I mean, I fucking miss when you send me videos, memes, and things that would never fail to make me laugh.

I’ll always be rooting for you! And I feel like you will always root for me too. And that makes me glad we’ve crossed paths.

xxxxxxx

P.S. Sorry if any of this does not make sense. I’m just so random xD

P.S.S. Also please don’t share any of this to anyone. WE HAVE AN UNOFFICIAL DEAL BECAUSE WE BOTH OF WRITING TUMBLRS

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