#im on the verge of running out again but fuck it we ball
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HIII! i wanna request a five x fem!reader where they like hate each other but the reader always goes to five if theyre anxious or nervous and like when they saw the kugelblitz they like held onto fives hand for like comfort and five was like 🤔😳 and didnt let go or do anything then after (at the like party) five pulled them aside and kinda asked them abt it and theh got pretty nervous and their ears turned really red (five notices this) and they were like “just instinct” and walked away
then at the wedding (blackout drunk) five asks again and the readers like “oh yeah” and they both stare at each other and just start laughing
THEN LIKE theyre goofing around and they go silent and just stare at each other and the reader glances to his lips and then after a couple seconds they kiss and theyre like pretty awkward but then they both get the message so they kiss again.. and then they go to the room (AGAIN THEY R COMPLETELY DRUNK) and just pass out in each others arms
when they wake up the reader flies up from fives arm and is like “oh shit” then fives like ”what was that abt” “i literally hate you dont even.. what typa girl do u take me for?” and then five says “hey my head might be reeling and the world might be spinning but didnt we kiss.. like 5 times” the reader is completely shocked by this cuz they remember VERY CLEARLY and theyre like “uhm no.. what? r u ok?” theyre whole body is red and flamming atp. the readers like checking themselves in the mirror and five creeps up behind them, puts his head on their shoulder and is like “so why is ur lipstick on my chin and on the corner of my lips?” “cuz ur a freak” “ur face and ur ears are very red right now” THE READER IS ON THE VERGE OF DYING “..im hungry ill see you later weirdo.. dickhead…asshole.” five grabs the readers forearm and kisses them..🤭 the reader looks at five and fives like “do you like me?” “no fuck off” five points at the lipstick and they kiss him “maybe a little bit. or a lot.” “oh?” “okbyeseeyoulater” the reader walks out and five shouts “i love you” “SAME” the reader says while running down the hall to the bathroom.
THIS WAS PRETTY LONG IM SO SORRY!! 😞 HAVE A GOOD ONE LOVE YA!
Instincts like no other
F.Hargreeves x f!reader
The kugelblitz. Ball of lightning. Apocalypse no.3. Whatever you'd prefer to call the glowing orb of an abomination containing hundreds and thousands of mini blackholes collapsing into themselves at an alarming rate. It was living proof that everything we've attempted to do to stop the apocalypse was for nothing.
All the pain, all the sacrifice, all the bloodshed...
It was ultimately done for nothing.
Soon enough I was going to join the billions of victims that were obliterated by the kugel-waves, and let myself slip into the eternal sleep of death.
I knew it was going to be swift. I probably won't even notice the atoms of my body dissolve all at once. But no matter to how painless the death was going to be, I couldn't help but be terrified of that eternal darkness that was mere hours away from consuming me whole.
Absolutely terrified.
Well, that was if the plan brought up by Sloane and Five came to an abrupt failure, which would cause one of the largest and catastrophic kugel-waves to ever be produced, wiping out all remaining things in existence.
I held my breath and bit down on my tongue as I watched Sloane activate her power and levitate over the kugelblitz. She then began to manipulate its own gravity, condensing the orb. On signal, Viktor and Lila produced a sphere of energy to encase the kugelblitz and keep its vibrations constant.
I held my breath and bit down on my tongue. Everything could go so wrong so quick. The slightest alter of its vibration and... boom. We all cease to exist. I dug my nails into my palms, leaving multiple crescent marks that were deep enough for anyone to see.
I turned my head, noticing a certain Hargreeves standing beside my anxious figure. Five Hargreeves. One of the most annoying people I had ever met. The way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my burning hatred for the man-child, and vice versa. However, despite the hatred between the two of us, we had also formed an odd sort of trust while preventing the past apocalypses. One very different to the one we had whilst working as the analyst who assigned his tasks in the field back at the Commission. That was based on pure survival instincts. But this...
This was based on a trust that no matter what grudge we held against the other, we'll still be there by each others side.
It was calming and familiar. And at this point, that was all I needed.
Subconsciously, I let my hand slip into his and squeezed it tightly both from fear and the need to be close to someone that I understood. And ironically, he was the most complicated person that I knew.
Unbeknownst to Five, he served as a sort of safe haven to me. Someone I could go to and just bathe in their presence when feeling anxious or overwhelmed. Even something as pointless as an argument over the best sugar to coffee ratio would wash away my worries. But the problem was that I hate him.
How could I feel this way towards somebody I hate?
Probably just my hormones going crazy from being aged down to my ripe 18 year old self.
Yeah, that makes sense.
Hormones.
Expecting Five to give me an irritated look and push away, I was left surprised when he clenched my hand in response, grazing his thumb along my knuckles. I turned my head slightly to see a small tint of pink spread through his cheeks, and his eyes open slightly wider then usual in what seemed to be shock from both my action and his response.
I hate him and he hates me.
That's how it was meant to be.
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All of us watched eagerly as a pop of the cork and a fizzle followed by a burst of champagne erupted into the sky. Ben brought the bottle to his lips and let the alcohol shoot into his mouth.
Everyone neared their glasses and filled them with champagne to the brim and danced, celebrating the end of the third- first for the sparrows- apocalypse.
'Another one bites the dust' played loudly out of the boombox which suited the situation perfectly. I smiled watching both academy's dance to the beat together and at last, putting their differences aside.
I brought the glass to my lips and tilted my head back, allowing the drink to go down my throat. An arm wrapped around my shoulders bringing me close, making me almost spill my drink.
I looked up to see Lila grinning down at me before saying in a sing-song voice, "Someone's got the hots for Five..."
Luckily, the music was playing too loudly for anybody else to hear. I turned and faced the woman, trying to play off my face heating up as the alcohol simply taking effect. "Oh, yeah? Is it Christopher? Or one of Fei's crows?"
Lila laughed. "No, not quite. For starters its a girl around his age- both physically and mentally. She has h/c hair and gorgeous e/c eyes. Ring any bells?"
I opened my mouth only for the words to get stuck in my throat. Finally, I croaked out. "I don't... I don't know what you mean." I averted my eyes from Lila, slightly embarrassed, only to see Luther perform his… odd crab dance.
However, she smirked and nodded her head towards the right. I furrowed my brows and looked, only to see the one person I really didn't want to talk to, approach me.
"Y/n, can I talk to you?" Five then looked up at Lila who was now resting her chin on my head. "Alone." He stated more than asked.
"I'll leave you two lovebirds to it then. Don't have too much fun-" Before Lila could finish her sentence, Five had already blinked us both out of the hall and into a random room with a small coffee table and a few chairs.
"Um, what's up Five?" I attempted to ask casually but failed.
The boy looked at me, analysing my features with a look in his eyes that I couldn't quite understand.
"What was that earlier, y/n?" Five asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.
Once again, the words got stuck in my throat when I tried to respond. What would I even say to that? What did he expect me to say?
“When you held my hand," The boy asked firmer now. He wanted- no. He needed answers. "What was that?”
My face started to heat up and the tips of my ears burned red. Five noticed this almost immediately, helping him confirm some of the many thoughts that had been stirring in his mind for weeks now.
“Just instinct, I guess.”
Five watched as I walked away in a rushed manner, leaving him completely and utterly shocked.
Just instinct? Just instinct? No, that was nowhere near enough to satisfy the Hargreeves brain. To comfort himself from his never ending thoughts, Five returned to the conclusion that:
He hated me. And I hated him.
That’s how it was meant to be.
And that's how it was going to stay.
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“I pronounce you married as shit. Viva la apocalypse!”
When first hearing Luther and Sloane announce they were engaged within less than a week of knowing each other, much like everyone else, I thought it was insane to say the least. However, watching the two of them embrace the other, joy practically radiating off of their features, I still did think it was crazy. But, a good sort of crazy.
I think.
Sure, the universe was now doomed and half the people here were in the middle of an existential crisis, but when has that ever not been the case?
I didn't even have time to process the information before Sloane dragged me away and appointed me to be her maid of honour and assigned me all these tasks to accomplish in an unreasonable amount of time.
But in the end, it was worth it. Mostly because I was planning to get black out drunk... and another selfish reason. I was curious as to how an acquaintance of mine was going to look this evening. Was he going to be wearing one of his signature outfits that screamed 'old man' and 'no style', or was he going to be dressed similarly to how he used to when back at the Commission? With a striking black or navy suit with his hair slicked back and- I shook my head, trying to rack my mind free of all the impure thoughts running free.
Despite the effort, I was immediately winded when I first saw Five step out of the elevator, dressed exactly how I feared him to be.
I was screwed.
After the ceremony, everyone split into either small groups or by themselves as they went to occupy a table. I sat alone, letting myself criticize how careless I had become with my feelings- no, hormones, and how I let them take control of my actions.
I drowned myself with the bittersweet taste of alcohol trying to seek a sweet relief.
"Ah, y/n! How would you like to dance?" Klaus asked, dragging me by the forearm without bothering to hear my response.
I laughed, drunk, and let the man lead me to the dancefloor where the newlywed couple and Diego and Lila were dancing. He took my hands and started to jump around whilst shimmying. I copied him and laughed while the others jumped around, doing their own hilarious dances.
"Fun, right?"
"Yeah!" I exclaimed over the booming music.
"Hey, hey." Klaus hushed, discretely getting my attention. I furrowed my brows in response, waiting for the man to proceed. "I think Five wants to dance with you."
"What?"
"Yeah, he's been glaring at me the entire time. It's hilarious!"
I turned around, my eyes meeting the boys, before he quickly looked away and took another long sip of his drink. Klaus patted my back, signalling for me to go to him and went to join Ben.
I walked towards the lonely boy, stumbled actually from the large amount of liquor in my system, and stuck my hand out towards him. "Dance with me." I demanded.
"What?!"
I rolled my eyes, "Dance with me! It's the end of the world for Gods sake! Or are you scared?"
He raised an eyebrow and gave in to my request.
Five got up and let a cocky smirk adorn his features. "As long as you can keep up." He took my hand and pulled me in close, as a slow romantic song started to play. He placed a hand on my back and another holding mine.
"What's wrong? Never danced with a man before?" He asked, noticing my hesitance and the sudden tense of my body.
"Oh, please Five. You're hardly a man with that height. More of a passive aggressive toddler." I smirked, not missing a beat.
Five raised an eyebrow and tried to stop an amused smile from stretching on his lips. Eventually he laughed causing me to do the same.
Catching me off guard, he spun me around and dipped my body, staring at my drunken eyes, then to my lips and back. He finally lifted me back up and let his hand that supported my back, slide down to my waist.
"Watch it, Hargreeves."
"What, it's not like it's my fault." Five neared his lips to my ears and whispered, letting his breath that reeked of alcohol hit my skin. "It's just instincts, right?"
"I- um..." I cleared my throat. "I think you're drunk, Five."
"I think you're also drunk, y/n. Very drunk.”
“Piss off.” I muttered under my breath as I attempted to move away. But Five just pulled me back each time, his grip tighter on my waist.
“What was that about, y/n?” He squeezed my palm slightly, watching my face flush red. The boy chuckled deeply, gazing at my newly embarrassed figure.
Five couldn’t help but let his eyes drop to my lips for a second too long and let his mind wonder to how soft they'd feel pressed against his. Or how sweet they'd taste with the scent of bittersweet champagne lingering in my breath and most likely smeared on my lips. He wanted to kiss me all over, feel my body pressed against his. But he couldn't. However, the stunning red silk dress that hugged all my curves perfectly and the different liquors mixed in his system were only making it harder for him to deny all the feelings he had pent up for months- years even.
He hated me. But he needed me.
And unbeknownst to him, I was thinking the same thing.
As the song started to reach its climax, I noticed Five was deep in thought. "It seems I'm correct." I said, finally gaining his attention. The boy looked up to see me grin. "Little number Five got intimidated." I sang. My words swayed into the other at once, and my voice slightly slurred. My drunken confidence was back.
But unfortunately, not for long.
"Oh, really?"
I laughed and glanced at his lips as they formed into a small knowing smirk. I shot my eyes back up to see Five looking right at me with a look that filled me with both fear and excitement.
Lust.
The world seemed to stop spinning and the music and voices around us were silenced into incoherent muffles, until it was only the two of us gently swaying on the dancefloor.
No one else.
Just the two of us and our drunken lustful thoughts.
What a dangerous combination.
Five's hand slowly travelled to cup my face, as I placed my hands on the back of his neck. We both slowly pulled the other in, our lips merely millimetres away and staring at each other with half-lidded eyes. Finally, Five pulled me in unable to wait any longer, my lips hitting his for a gentle kiss. Five pulled me in closer by my waist so no space was left between us.
I pulled away and looked at the equally as flustered, maybe even more, Hargreeves.
"What just happened?" I breathed out, my heart hammering loudly against my chest. Whilst my thoughts were screaming at me to run and get away before it was too late, I secretly wanted it to be too late.
In the midst of the silence, we both grew eager to kiss once more.
"Fuck it." Five pulled me in once more for another kiss, one that immediately took my breath away. He was a rougher this time, and smirked once I started to kiss him back. His hand slowly slithered down to my thigh, making me gasp. I moved my hand to his hair, pulling it slightly, causing the boy to release the slightest groan. Out of breath, I pulled away and leaned my forehead against his. That's when I noticed we were no longer in the hall. Five had blinked us upstairs to the hallway opposite the endless row of hotel rooms.
We both looked at each other for a moment. Skin hot, breathing heavy, and minds intoxicated.
I grew impatient for the feeling of Five's breath entangled with mine, so I grabbed his tie and pulled him in.
We shared a long passionate kiss, our bodies slamming into nearby objects as we tried to find a free room. He lifted me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist. Five pushed my back against a door, only for it to slam open, making me fall back onto the carpeted floor with Five landing on top of me.
"Your ears are red..." He hummed. The boy placed a line of kisses along my jawline.
"Your whole face is red." I chuckled, half from the deep crimson hue on the boys face, and half from the ticklish feeling from Five's gentle kisses.
Five detached his lips from my jaw. "You're so beautiful, y/n."
I let a soft smile grace my lips and placed a flurry of kisses down his neck. "I could say the same thing about you, Five."
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"Shit..." I blinked my heavy eyes open and looked around my surroundings in a daze. My head was pounding from last nights accomplishments of finishing every drink that I found. And I had found a lot. That's when my eyes set to the male besides me who was sleeping peacefully, his arms wrapped around me as if I was a teddy bear.
"Oh, shit." I flew up from his arms, definitely waking the boy, and got off of the bed in a hurry. I looked around the unfamiliar room and down at my clothes, and sighed relieved.
"What's with the hurry?" Five asked, his voice deep.
"This can't be happening." I muttered to myself. "I literally hate you-"
Making me jump in surprise, Five blinked in front of me, slight confusion laced in his features. Even when being shocked with the fact that I was laying peacefully in his arms, I couldn't tear my eyes away from how good his dishevelled hair looked.
Fuck, what is wrong with me?
"You didn't hate me last night."
"What do you mean?" I asked clearly aware of last nights antics and was secretly praying that he didn't remember.
"I know I was blackout drunk but," I watched Five lick his lips and drag his fingers through his hair, which I couldn't doubt was attractive. "didn't we kiss...over 5 times?"
"What? No, not at all!" I forced out a laugh. I faced a large full length mirror and scanned my figure while neatening my dress. I noticed how hot and prickly my skin had become, and everytime my mind replayed last nights actions, it didn't help at all.
Five, deciding to torture me further by playing dumb, rested his chin on my shoulder and smirked. "Then why is there lipstick on my collar, darling y/n?"
I swallowed thickly. "Because you're a freak."
He traced his index finger over the shell of my ear. He placed a small kiss on my cheek and said, "Your face and your ears are very red right now. Perhaps redder than last night."
I opened my mouth to respond, only for my mouth to dry up and the words to be lost inside my throat. I had to get out. Now.
"I'm leaving."
"Why?"
"I'm hungry, dipshit."
"You're not even moving."
"Well, now I am." I walked towards the door, only for the boy to grab me by my forearm and give me a short surprising kiss on my lips.
I froze completely, staring at Five with wide eyes.
"Do you like me?"
"No get over yourself, weirdo."
However, no matter what I said, the boy would point to the lipstick smeared on his collar and even his neck.
"Maybe... Maybe a little bit." Five pulled me closer, his eyebrow raised. He was clearly amused with how this was all going.
"Or a lot." I looked away, not daring to meet Five's eyes.
"Oh?"
"Okay! See ya later!" I ran out of the room, smacking my cheeks to try knock me out of whatever daze a certain assassin had put me in.
But the second Five raised his voice and yelled, "I LOVE YOU!", all hopes for me to recover were gone as I practically burst into flames.
"ME TOO!"
I couldn't deny it any longer. I love him. Always have and always will. I love the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way he looked. It all contributed to my love for a certain Hargreeves with instincts just like mine.
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The Adventures of Shota Jaune
Arthur Arc always knew his son was going to be special, it had been seven daughters straight that the Brothers had given him, he was due for a son. Good things come to those who hold strong and have faith.
His son would be amazing.
It was a given!
He didn’t expect how right he was.
How was he suppose to know his son would come out of the womb glowing like a disco ball!
The nurses were running around, his wife was crying, and Arthur had dick all of an idea what was going on.
Arthur winced has the doctor doctor cradled his broken hand while being escorted out of the room, all Arthur had seen was a flash of light and a cry of pain, before a nurse caught his falling son.
Now Arthur held his glowing baby boy as his wife was being loaded up with Morphine wanting to now what’s wrong with her baby.
Shit’s fucked.
Arthur looked at his baby boy.
“Your name is Jaune Arc,” The baby slept in his arms. “you’re going to be a trouble maker aren’t you? Well, that’s fine, we have plenty of trouble makers in the family. You’re going to fit right in.”
And so the Arcs were once again black-listed from another hospital, and Baby Jaune Arc had already broken a man’s hand.
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Four year’s Later....
Arthur walked groggily to his son’s room, light bleeding from underneath the door.
It was midnight he should be asleep.
His son’s giggling told him otherwise.
He opened the door and called out to him. “Jaune, it’s midnight. Why did you turn your lights on?”
His son turn his head to him looking embarrassed as several floating orbs of light rotated around him.
Arthur felt his jaw drop. When could he do that?!
“Sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I’ll go to bed soon.”
Arthur felt the words on in one ear and out the other, had his son found his semblance?
“Jaune, what are those lights?” Arthur said weakly to his son.
Jaune looked confused for a moment looking around. “I didn’t turn on lights, though,” Then his expression brightened, literally as a orb went pass his face. “Oh that! You said I could have lights on at bedtime, and sometimes I got scared, so my Orra would make me flashy flash, but that just made more shadows. So, I tried to to make my Orra bigger, but it wouldn’t so I tried to make it move over the shadows, and it did!”
Arthur watched in fascination as the globes orbited around his son. His son really was special. This was beyond basic Aura manipulation, this was beyond anything an expert could do. Darkness be damned, even Arthur himself prided himself on his aura control couldn’t doing anything half as intricate as this!
“How did you get it to move like that? Your Aura that is?” Curiosity bled into his voice. It stung his pride a little bit to ask his son tips on Aura manipulation, but his pride as a father and his own want to know how won out.
Jaune looked at his father confused. “I just did?”
Arthur looked at his son patiently. “Could you show me how to then?”
“Um, ok.” His son said reluctantly.
Arthur watched his son carefully, activating his aura and having it circulated into his eyes to be able to see his son on a auric level.
Arthur flinched back in shock and nearly blind.
His son had so much damn aura! It was like looking at the freaking sun at high noon.
Arthur could barely even see his son’s figure through the light, a barely visible shadow in the midst of a bonfire of pure white light that danced and waved on currents that could not be understood even by a expert like himself. Light filled the room and a revelation hit Arthur. He himself was under his son’s aura, the entire damn house was!
Even outside the room he could see the currents of his son’s brilliant aura circulating around the house and even leaking into the wood and stone! He was reinforcing the house, and it was even being absorbed into his own aura and he hadn’t even noticed.
His son had been subconsciously leaking aura and he hadn’t notice at all! It was so invasive and overwhelmingly aggressive, but deviously subtle that it took a hold on everything it was near.
His son was a walking talking breathing, Aura reactor. No wonder he lit like a disco-ball when he was born, no wonder he fired off the occasional flare of aura, no wonder his all of his sister had awakened their aura, no wonder the fucking cat did too!
His son was enhancing everything around him, Arthur himself hadn’t even questioned why his own reserves had enlarged, his son did it.
It was a open knowledge that reserves just increase with time and practice, but his had nearly doubled over the last four years.
Arthur shut down his Aura Sight, any more and it might give him damage his control.
Arthur no longer needed an explanation as to why his son could create light-balls. It was easy enough explanation to himself, he was just separating dense sections of aura and have them follow the auric currents he created.
Arthur knew what he had to do now, his wife was going to kill him for it, but Jaune not mastering his talents would be the graver sin.
“Jaune do you want to be a huntsmen like your dad?”
Arthur frantically cover his eyes as his son squealed and flash-banged him with happiness.
Even through his aura he could feel a sun-burn, well aura-burn, forming.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
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One year later....
Arthur’s eye’s twitched as his wife tried to get his son off the hill he made out of his sisters unconscious bodys.
“Jaune, please come down, they’re your sisters.” Victoria said trying to coax they son down.
“NO!” Jaune said with a stomp, pained groan coming from the sisters. “They’re mean and tried put me in a dress again!”
“They’re doing that because they love you and want to see how cute you’d look!”
Jaune groaned. “You’re in on it too!” He said with another stomp.
“Oww,” Another groan came from the pile.
“No, Jaune I just want to see my little man look pretty!”
“I don’t wanna be pretty I wanna be man’y man!”
“You can be a manly man,” A gleam came to his wife's eyes and Arthur groaned. “After you wear this dress!” Victoria said pulling out a dress and lunging at her son.
Arthur shook his head as his wife and only son tussled. “Jaune I’ll be waiting in the backyard when you want to practice.”
“No, Jaune no! Don’t use the back-breaker aaagggh!”
“NO, Jaune don’t suplex me into your sisters! Aggh!”
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One year later.
Arthur watched his son play in the parks playground, a nice day with a clear blue sky and a cool breeze that would come around with a the pleasant smell of evergreens and the clean lake in the park, Arthur taking a moment to admire the small waves going across the water to lap at the beaches edge.
Ah, it couldn’t get more relaxing than this.
‘Shink-Break.’
He hated when he was right. He had run across the park as fast as possible to stop the blade from hitting his son.
He really shouldn’t have bother though, as Jaune grasped a broken pocket knife blade in his hands.
An absolutely tiny little thing was holding the other end, a horrifically skinny child with brown, pink, and white hair was trembling as Jaune held her in the air.
Arthur nearly gagged in disgust as got within ten feet of the children.
The smell was nose-burning and made his eye’s water in pain.
Still though Arthur look at the child his son was holding in pity. The poor thing could have been much older than his son but probably didn’t come up above three feet, they were dress in what might have been clothes at one point but had been caked in so much filth, dirt, and grime that they might as well been wearing rags.
So skinny, so damn skinny.
Arthur grimaced at the sight, the child was on the verge of starvation. A fire then lit in his belly, if he ever got his hands on whoever left a child like this he would swear on his word to kill them, no excuses, he was a huntsman he had enough sway that he could get away with it.
“Jaune, what happened? Also, put the child down.”
Jaune shrugged. “Can’t if I do she’ll do her shiny thing and disappear again.”
“Her shiny thing? Does she have an Aura Jaune?”
“Yeah, an sembence.”
“Semblance, yeah. So, could you give her to me, so that we could talk about how this happened?”
Jaune shrugged and handed the child to him, who started thrashing violently as they were being handed over, then Jaune stopped and hugged her, even as they were thrashing, her broken knife chipping at his aura.
“Actually, dad, I think I’ll hold onto her.” Arthur sighed with pity, and nodded his head. It was probably better that she didn’t get pasted around it might give them a panic attack.
“That’s fine, so what went on for this to happen?”
Jaune started rocking the child in his lap, even as they stabbed at him, but the fight quickly left them.
“Well, I was playing, and I got tumbie rumbles, and went to get an ice-cream, then my ice-cream went gone, and I was not happy, then I did a ohra thing, and could see that she was eating my ice-cream.” Jaune took a breath and Arthur absorbed the information.
“So, I ask her why she stole my ice cream and why she’s so smelly, she got mad, well actually she got scared, an tried to punch me, then when she hurt her hand she disappeared, so I tried to find her again, then I picked her up and she tried to stib me.”
Arthur nodded and sighed again. He got on the ground and looked at the child, he gave the friendliest smile he had.
“Hi, I’m Arthur and this is my son, Jaune. What’s your name?”
The child looked away.
Arthur frowned for a second before trying again. “Do you have any parents? Or a guardian? Could you bring them to us, or have them come here?”
‘So that I can beat them to death with my bare hands.’ Arthur thought.
The child said nothing.
“Are you hungry? We can get you some food? You want to go get some food?”
The child still said nothing, but there was a slight tremble to them now.
“Hey dad, um.” His son said. “There’s a thing, on her, It don’t look so good?” Jaune said pointing at the girls neck.
Arthur leaned in closer and recoiled immediately.
A black leaking smile was gashed across her neck leaking white and yellow pus.
“We’re going to the doctor, immediately!”
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Two months later.
Arthur smiled as his newest daughter was following son around like a duck. It had taken a little while and a couple stab wounds, but Neo had finally given into the Arc charm and let herself be adopted.
She was finally gaining a healthy weight and color to her skin, and her hair was combed and cut properly. Dressed up in nice clean clothes. Oddly enough she was actually older than Jaune by about three years. That had only made Arthur more incensed to find her parents.
Arthur had also been true to his word. More than happy to keep it actually.
Vale may be down one councilwoman, but the world was a better place so it balance out. Shame they couldn’t keep his face out of the press, but he sent his message.
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Six months later
Arthur glared at Saphron as she fidgeted with her girlfriend Terra.
The tweens had lost not only Jaune, but also Neo. In the middle of Vale.
Arthur sighed and ran a hand down his face, then pointed at the ferry where Victoria and his other daughters waited.
“Go wait over there with the rest of them. I’m sure your mother and Gris will have words for you two.”
“But Dad-,” “Mr. Arc please-”
Arthur stared firmly at her and Terra. Two tweens vs a now world-class huntsman would never in a million years be a fair contest.
They bowed their heads with shame and sulked over to his wife and eldest daughter, Gris the only huntress out of his daughters.
Arthur tried not to smile, as his daughter and her girlfriend got torn a new one, but he could only try so hard.
To be honest, however. He wasn’t worried for Jaune that much or Neo if Jaune was there. With the boys Aura and her Semblance they were damn near untouchable even for him.
No, he was more worried about-
‘KAAAA-BOOOOOOM!!’
The colateral damage.
So, Arthur did what he always did to find Jaune, follow the sounds of destruction.
He found Jaune sitting and talking to nothing in the middle of what was probably at one time a nice three story building, along with what might of been a nice, friendly gang of Vacuon thugs judging by their skin tone and tattoos that led back to the Sand Devils Gang.
They weren’t much more than bone splinters, red mist and a little bit of viscera now.
If he wasn’t so proud of his son, he might be terrified.
“So, Jaune mind telling me what happened here and where your sister is?”
Jaune jumped at the sound of his voice, bringing his hands up the way he taught him and probably how he just annihilated those men.
He relaxed when he saw Arthur and smiled. “Oh, hi dad! You can drop the barrier Neo and Em,”
Em?
Arthur had a feeling that they had another one.
“So Dad, we met a new friend, and she wanted to show us her house, but a group of meanies where here and wanted to make us do things, so I made Neo and Em hide, while I took care of it!”
Yep, they got another one.
Neo shattered into existence along with green-haired mocha skinned girl who looked absolutely terrified.
“This is Emerald, she lives here-, Oh no! I wrecked your house, I’m sorry!” Jaune looked at his dad paniced. “Dad! She can stay with us, right?!”
Arthur nodded and sat down to get eye level with the children.
Neo was holding Emerald and soothing her, and Emerald looked like she might run away at any moment.
She looked around nine, less dirty than when they first found Neo, but still under-fed and probably a street kid.
“Ok, you can stay with us.”
Emerald’s eyes went wide with shock, but Neo and Jaune pulled her into a hug.
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Two months later...
Emerald was following Jaune and Neo like a moody cat, she had taken to living in with them better than Neo, even if she still pickpocket them some times and hid in the crawlspace.
Turns out she had still living parents. Arthur had made sure to extract all in the child support she was owed, and made sure they left her in their wills.
Too bad they suffered such tragic accidents afterwards. But, who would miss some Vacuon Dust Baron, or some Atlas Upper-Class Trash.
Plus who cared if he was wanted by Vacuo or The Ace Ops, he was already blacklist anyway in both kingdoms.
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Two Months Later...
“Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday Jaune Arc!”
His string bean boy had turned seven years old today.
He was so happy for him.
Arthur looked at his son blow out the candles.
A wind blew over the campfire as storm was on the horizon.
They were celebrating his birthday here in Shion this year.
Arthur had a special present for his son this year, something to celebrate starting to train him in earnest as a huntsman. Even if he was as powerful as some huntsmen in training.
Boy would he be a monster... Well, more of one.
Arthur slid a long rectangular package across the camp table to Jaune.
“What’s this?”
“Open it up.”
Jaune looked at it and then tore open the wrapping.
A stainless steel practice sword and a heater-shield made for his size.
Jaune looked at his father with tears in his eyes. “I love it!” He squeaked out.
Victoria did glare at Arthur along with Gris, but they and the rest of the family squeled athis reaction.
They were just jealous he got the best gifts.
Arthur looked at his son seriously. “You understand what this means, Jaune? You’re going to have to start being a real huntsman now, no more regular school, we’re going to home-school you, and anytime you’re not training you’re going to be learning, understood?”
Jaune looked nervous briefly, but nodded resolutely. “Yeah, I get it. Plus I didn’t like anybody at school anyway, they were always mad at me for some reason or the girls would run away screaming.”
Arthur drifted his gaze to Em and Neo, who looked away innocently. “I guess it’s time for you two to start huntress training too, Jaune could use some partners.”
“Yes!” Emerald said joyfully, as Neo cheered with her.
Victoria stilled glared at Arthur, but he ignored it. “Who wants cake?”
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Later that afternoon...
Clouds were starting to blow in and Arthur was gathering his family into the fortified cabins. It was going to start a down pour soon.
That’s when Arthur heard it, a moan of pain.
Arthur sighed and walked into the woods. His son, his newer daughters, and some boy he’s never seen before, all circled around a black haired Grimm masked woman who was on the ground in pain.
“Alright, what’s up this time?”
Jaune kicked the woman in the gut, elcipting a groan from her.
“She’s mean, kept trying to make us go with her, then made Vern over there fight us,” Arthur looked at the boy name Vern, who was staring awestruck at his son. Vern noticed him and quickly nodded, Arthur then noticed a black eye on the boys face and several other wounds.
“I beat him though, and Vern got all scared, the Lady then tried to make us walk through a portal, I said no. She got mad. So she tried to beat us up, so Neo and Em gave her the run around while I beat her up. Then she got flashy eyes and tried to blasted us, but Neo and Em gave her the run around and she hit herself, then we all gang up on her.”
Arthur looked at his son and daughters in amazement, not even hunters and huntress-in-training and they took on a rogue huntress with a powerful semblance and dust capablities. He was so proud of them!
The his eyes drifted back to Vern.
Arthur had a feeling he knew this song and dance already.
Arthur on down on one knee.
“How do you feel about adoption?”
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One month later...
Raven Branwen, Raven notorious coward Branwan, was the rogue huntress his children caught. Nobody believe him though and now he had the nickname Tribe-Hunter.
Team STQ was quite interested in handling her imprisonment. That was none of Arthur’s business. Ozpin had been quite generous on his bonus though and gave him plenty of vacation time with his family.
Oh, and Vern was actually named Vernal and a girl. He really should have expected that by now. She didn’t take to family very well, but once a pecking order was established she was better behaved, even if she challenged him or Jaune for leadership.
Arthur held his wife closely as they watched their children play in the backyard. Well, Jaune and the new three.
They were practically a little team. Vernal was even calling his son ‘Boss.’
Arthur though couldn’t help feel something inside him watching his children beat the shit out of each other. That this was only the start of craziness.
His wife then gripped his hand. “I want more.”
“I feel like we don’t have a choice anymore.” But the idea didn’t bother Arthur much.
#Jaune Arc#Shota Jaune Adventures#Vernal#neopolitian (rwby)#Emerald Sustrai#jaune arc appreciation#Jaune's Dad
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hi this is evilmario666 anon. im ok now and i realized that despite the misogyny that does exist on account of genre and perspective re:zero actually understands the subaru archetype of guy very well and i was jumping to conclusions too quickly based on what i was seeing. it was impolite and unfair of me and id like to apologize both to re;zero and you, i am no longer on the verge of a blood rage. thanks once more because i am genuinely having a ball of a time . lost track of arc numbers but im on the one where subaru accidentally SPOILERS kills emilia becaus he tries to reveal return by death
NO YEA ANON ITS OK sorry i didnt respond to ur first ask last night i was too tired to read long things lol
but i TOTALLY get how you feel like subaru early on legit annoyed me with his behavior, and it was completely intentional. not that he didnt have his endearing traits, i think the first thing that made me really like him was the fact that he got to know the names of the village kids and legit cared about them a lot because before getting to know them he just considered them and everyone around him as "npcs", and the village kids in particular arent "important" characters. (also dont take all of what im about to say as subaru hate, having read most of the story now i legit love the guy but im just talking abt his portrayal in the show in the early arcs)
basically arc 1 just served to introduce us to characters and concepts so there wasnt all too much of an arc there, subaru is dense as hell so he still came out of all that thinking he was gonna get his Isekai Harem Fantasy and so when he arrived at the mansion in arc 2 he literally treated all the characters like tropes (even before that though he would assume emilia's behavior based on what the tropey response would be). he just didnt see any of them as people and thats where a lot of the conflict came from, in order to overcome in that arc he had to actually befriend both rem and ram in a way that actually mattered, and he really did start to care about them as people and we know that because of the story he tells ram about the ogres.
arc 3 though addresses his mindset about this hero fantasy he has a lot more bluntly, because while he may have grown some in arc 2, he still has a huge martyr complex and places emilia into this role where he gets to be her hero even though she didnt ask for that, and their fight about it is simultaneously really satisfying to see him called out, and hard to watch because hes being such a child about it, hes so incredibly entitled to her at this point. the show luckily frames him as completely in the wrong and shows us the nastiest parts of this mindset in him. one of my favorite scenes in this arc is the one where he accidentally kills her, but just before that. when he rushes into the room and yells at her about how shes useless and unable to save anyone and we focus on her face, and she just says "why are you crying?" and the cut zooms into her eye to reveal that he was staring at his own reflection in it, he was talking to himself. that just perfectly describes what she is to him at that point- a beacon to project all his insecurity and doubt. re:zero loves using those eye-reflection shots, and i love seeing them because my absolute favorite theme in the story is "self-recognition through the other"
subaru does legitimately learn and become better, he acknowledges how shitty hes been in his convo with rem and it gets turned into a really sweet moment between the two of them, and it gets memed a lot but "i love emilia" is honestly a really good line because its in that moment that he stops trying to either run away or project and face his feelings genuinely in a way that doesnt throw her under the bus. by the time arc 4 rolls around hes so much more likable, and his dynamic and relationship with emilia becomes honestly really cute, the way they talk is sort of dorky and charming (spoilers, but even when they have another argument that calls back to the one they had in arc 3, you feel its coming from a legit place now, and when he kisses her he does so only after getting explicit consent and telling her its okay to dodge). hes so much more sympathetic and you really root for him. i loved the choice to not show any of his backstory until arc 4, the point where youre supposed to be on his side completely.
all that being said though its NOT a series i think is perfect nor do i think its super feminist, i just think its a good deconstruction of these isekai tropes and calls them out in a blunt way that i enjoy seeing. there are lots of things about it that i dont like too though, some of the character designs sort of bother me and seem antithetical to this, part of that is that the writer and character designer are different people but it still passed. but i still enjoy the story and characters enough that it doesnt totally sully my enjoyment of it (some are more egregious than others tho). at the end of the day im so along for this whole ride, i love the way it explores its themes, again especially the whole "self-recognition through the other" thing but also suicidal ideation and of course the deconstruction of what the isekai genre has become.
TL;DR: the series perfectly understands the type of nerdboy that watches isekai anime and wants to be sent to another world just like their favorite blank-slate nerdy protagonist and it directly calls them out, saying "no. youre not gonna be an OP hero who saves the day and gets all the bitches with that fucking attitude. youre not gonna be able to escape your insecurities via this escapism, you treat the women around you like trash, youre not entitled to any of this, youre just pathetic." and though subaru is a character that gets better many of the viewers of the series straight up plugged their ears to its themes so they can jack off to rem lol.
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bren’s thoughts from this past episode because i’ve seen it so many times now and i’ve got a lot of thoughts so here’s season 2 episode 7 of hsmtmts (a rant):
portwell morning announcements?? ICONIC whether you’re vibing with a romantic or platonic endgame the fondness and their chemistry is amazing. (sofia wylie and matt cornett better be sending their hospital bill to disney because they are literally carrying season 2 on their backs and i said what i said.)
the rini drama?? feels bad. like the way they built up the end of season 1 with them to have it come crashing down feels like drama just for the sake of drama and honestly it’s a little boring to me which is unfortunate because i really did like them season 1.
ricky my sweet baby ricky. you need therapy. but also he was right about the rose song and i stand by that. it doesn’t fit the show and i think he has a right to try to explain his feelings without nini shutting him down. i am all for nini focusing on her own music and thriving through that but don’t shut him down sis that ain’t it
the costume reveal scene was so funny from the DEH thing to carlos popping off on kourt to seb mediating to EJ and kourt’s convo about the costume i thought it was all really funny. also carlos totally had the right to snap at kourt because wtf kourt. HOWEVER i loved seeing her all giggly and excited. it’s a side of her character we haven’t really seen yet and i think dara completely embodied that high school first real relationship giddiness. also loved miss jenn saying don’t dance with the enemy and all of them IMMEDIATELY ignoring her and going to north high followed by her also ignoring her own advice and going as well.
all of them joining together to sneaky steal the mask back?? iconic. peak friendship vibes. carlos being the leader of the group in a sense this season is something i’m LIVING for. also Gina 1.0 to 2.0 is a spiritual journey and i’m so proud of her. Ash dressing up for the mission?? that’s so her (she’s undercover let her live wildcats). the disappointment in carlos’s face when they all finished the wildcat cheer?? that got me. frankie does so well with carlos’s facial acting and i love it.
also gina baby you got all these boys vying for your attention why are you wasting your time on ricky?? ricky baby i love you but you’re being an asshat about that whole thing. the way ricky hasn’t really taken into consideration gina’s feelings is not it. he really is just kind of trapped in his own world and refuses to see anything from someone else’s perspective. i saw someone talk about how ricky is the beast in this season. like yes he’s playing the beast but he’s also metaphorically taken on that role. he’s lashing out at people who don’t deserve it, he feels misunderstood, he’s struggling, etc.
ANYWAYS that’s my thoughts of rina right now so back to the episode. EJ coming in to help get gina out of the situation with the guy was fake dating excellence truly. there’s no way he heard what was being said since you can’t see him in the background at all so either he’s picked up on gina’s reactions so well that he could tell she was uncomfortable or he had a lil jealous moment. either way i’m here for it. and again whether you like them platonically together or romantically together that portwell scene was adorable as hell. the teasing ?? the fondness?? both sofia and matt’s acting is incredible. also a GREAT parallel to the homecoming episode to show just how far their relationship has come.
the rini drama plus kourt being giddy again. portwell standing next to each other?? antoine’s use of the word fugly really shows how unhinged this show is. lily proposing a dance off and everyone being like ??? no that’s fucking weird was hilarious. gina standing up for her sister ashlynn like that was gold.
man you may hate her (i do too) but lily is damn good at stirring the pot. i almost admire her complete understanding of the drama going on in everyone’s lives. she knows exactly what she’s doing when she says particular things.
the scene with antoine and ashlynn was so hilarious. joshua bassett seriously does not get a break from this damn show comparing him to people that are way more famous than him lol. also red hitting himself in the face was adorable and no i won’t take criticisms on that. also antoine is BOLD bold.
EJ cheering while everyone is upset that it was the mob song?? big golden retriever energy. i love him.
i don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion but i actually really liked this version of the mob song. they really leaned into the whole stupidity of the dance off idea and i think it actually works out well. plus there’s a ton of talented people on that track which makes it so much better. (also thought east high should have won on vocals alone. no their dancing wasn’t better but they had that really nice blend on their vocals and they all seemed a lot less frantic than north did.) also if they had let sofia just be sofia and dance. east high wouldve won on that alone.
i liked the song with miss jenn and zack. the choreo was beautiful but god i hate zacky roy. and that’s all i’ll say on that. (miss jenn i know that’s derek hough but you got two other very nice gentlemen who want you. don’t go for the low hanging fruit sis)
what was the point of lily telling them they would be disqualified if they used the rose song?? the only thing i can think of is she wants it to be a fair fight. which is noble i guess?? i don’t have time to psychoanalyze lily and no one wants that.
EJ’s face when they all turned to him for the sports metaphor had me sCREAMING and all of them being disappointed and talking over one another was very funny.
nini joining up with the group at the last minute seems to be her thing lately huh? i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again ricky was right about the song.
the couples walking out together. ft. nini and ricky fighting (again). PORTWELL EXCELLENCE (and huge dorks. i love them). red and ashlynn getting a bit rocky which at first i was like why is red jealous but then i remembered its high school. seb, carlos and kourt is an iconic trio. seb and carlos running off to avoid the drama is the gay agenda but also being in on the drama is the gay agenda. you feel??
HOWIE?!! why am i gasping i knew that? the fact that some of y’all really thought they would cast roman banks on this show and let howie go free without any drama?? nah man he had to be the beast for north fOR THE DRAMA. my baby kourt looked so hurt im so sorry beautiful. howie looking so guilty and upset?? heart breaking.
all in all i really loved this episode. i thought it was well done and set up a lot of plot lines. i don’t love how much some of the stuff feels like drama for the sake of drama but we’ll see. i’m sorta over rini this season as of this point. rina is in shambles because wtf ricky. portwell is alive and thriving as they should. seblos is beautiful and wonderful as always (i think the sassy verging on mean and the literal ball of sunshine is always a great pairing) redlynn is a little rocky but they’re both so empathetic and sweet that i think it’ll work out alright. kourt and howie (kowie?? hourtney??) is not doing too hot but i LOVE them together so they better gets their shit together.
#hsmtmts#ej caswell#gina porter#ricky bowen#nini salazar roberts#ashlyn caswell#big red#seb hsmtmts#carlos hsmtmts#howie hsmtmts#lily hsmtmts#antoine hsmtmts#kourtney greene
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Overwhelmed
Naeleon (Makoto Naegi/Leon Kuwata)
(minor)emotional hurt/comfort fic. cw: yelling, demeaning of self, emotional outbursts. ~2k words
tldr; Leon is very overwhelmed, luckily he has Makoto there to help him
Based on this submission from @naeleon-headcanon-blog
Books? Check. Notebooks? Check. Blankets and a change of clothes? Check and check. Rucksack full of snacks he had stolen from the kitchen? Check!
Everything for operation date night was ready.
Carefully placing everything into his emptied school bag, Makoto slipped it onto his back and stuffed his room key into his pocket. A glance at the clock reassured him that it was only 9:20, there was still half an hour before he had to be heading out. But he had already finished his homework for the night, and there wasn't enough time to get started on a new project… it'd be fine to show up early, he reasoned.
He settled on the thought, locking his door behind him. With a smile on his face he turned to head down the hall, and almost ran straight into Yasuhiro. The clairvoyant was immediately on edge, jumping back from their barely-avoided collision and almost dropping his phone. They stared at each other for a moment, a look of understanding passing between them before the mystic smiled at him. "You gonna tell Taka I'm sneaking out?"
"I won't tell if you don't, Hiro."
The taller laughed, patting his shoulder and wishing him the best before running past him down the stairs. He could faintly hear him meeting up with some upperclassmen in the stairwell before their voices faded away.
Shaking his head, Makoto adjusted his bag and headed down the hall. It was always a little weird walking through the empty halls at night, but he could sometimes hear an exceptionally loud laugh from Mondo's room, or the sound of an anime opening from Hifumi's, and the sliver of light from beneath doors was enough of a reminder that everyone was there. He slowed down as he passed Ishimaru's room, trying to make his footsteps as quiet as possible. He really didn't want to be late for movie night because Taka caught him near curfew again.
But there was no light coming from behind the door, meaning he had either gone to bed early or was somewhere else, and it was enough of a confidence boost to let Makoto hurry the rest of the way to Leon's room. With midterms coming up they hadn't had much time to hang out lately, and he was eager to finally relax together. As he got closer to the door though, he was concerned with what he heard.
"-can't possibly be that fuckin' difficult! Piece of shit!"
There was no doubt it was Leon yelling, and he hesitated by the door. He could hear the distinct thud, thud, thud of something hitting the wall, and could picture the Ultimate throwing a tennis ball against the wall. One of the first years, Ryoma, had given him one after he put a hole in the wall from throwing his baseball at it. Using a softer ball was definitely an improvement, but there were still dents in the wall from the frequency and he could only imagine how it bothered other students.
Was… that why Hiro had left? They shared a wall, and he'd seen the clairvoyant take walks before when his neighbour was stressed, but for him to make plans for the night and leave? How long had Leon been at it?
The cry of "Motherfuc-" broke off into silence as Makoto knocked on the door. The banging against the wall stopped, and it was growing eerily quiet. He waited a few seconds, but when there was no answer he knocked again.
"Leon…?" No answer. He took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as he grabbed the handle. "Hey, I'm coming in, okay?"
The door swung open easily, it was hardly ever locked. Inside, he could see a textbook open on the desk, crumpled balls of paper overflowing from the waste bin next to it. Leon was standing by the chair, tennis ball in hand as he stared down at the book. As he walked in, Makoto couldn't help but notice there was a new dent in the wall by the bed. He set his book bag on the bed slowly, not wanting to startle Leon.
The ball in his hand bulged as he squeezed it, knuckles turning white as his other hand gripped the chair. He hadn't looked up once since he'd walked in the room, but his chest rose and fell quickly, as if struggling to get enough air. "Makoto… 's not a good time…" he mumbled, head turning slightly towards the lucky student. "Gonna need to, uh… cancel tonight..."
Regardless of his words, Makoto sat on the bed, pulling his legs up beneath him. They'd been in this situation before, each time Leon quietly asking him to leave. But he knew better than that, knew that the baseball star would only spiral further if left to his own devices. Instead, he just asked "What happened?"
He could see Leon freeze up, see the tension that coursed through him as his hands twitched, gripping the chair beside him as if it was a lifeline. The tennis ball dropped to the desk, bouncing a little against others in a bowl. "...Homework. Was tryin' to get it done before you came over, but I-" he broke off, running a hand through his hair.
Frustration was worming it's way into his voice. "Was tryin' to do these math problems but every time I start I fuck it up!" His voice was growing louder, frustration turning into anger as he grabbed a ball from the bowl and tossed it between his hands. "It shouldn't be this fuckin' difficult, right?! I mean, what the hell! Chi can do this shit in his sleep, and I can't even do one problem without fucking it up!"
Makoto's eyes darted to the ball, quickly returning to his face to show he was paying attention. The redhead's face was twisted in a sneer, and his eyes were focusing on nothing in specific, looking through whatever was in his line of sight. "Doesn't Chihiro usually help you with math?" he asked quietly, watching his classmate pace from one end of the room to another.
"Yeah, usually. He had some dumbass council thing tonight, asked if I could do it myself. Told him yeah, what the hell else would I tell 'im?!" Leon groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair again as he turned on his heel and paced back the way he just came. "Dude takes time out of his day to help me out all the time, can't just tell him no! Figured we'd done enough that I could manage one night on my own. It's just one night! Just three fuckin' problems! I shouldn't have this much fuckin' trouble-"
"Leon, wait, that's-!"
"-With an easy ass REMEDIAL CLASS!!" The baseball whizzed through the air regardless of Makoto's warning, hitting the lamp on his nightstand dead center and sending it crashing to the floor. Both boys stopped to look at it, the light flickering from behind the broken lampshade. "SHIT!!" Leon smacked his head, covering his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. "Can't believe I just did something so fucking stupid!!"
"Don't beat yourself up, you didn't-" Makoto started to say, but stopped himself as he saw Leon stop pacing and pull at his hair, eyes squeezed shut.
"Stupid! Stupid stupid stupid!!"
"Leo-"
"STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID!!!"
A gentle hand resting on Leon's arm made his eyes snap open, watery grey eyes searching Makoto's face desperately. He led the baseball player to the bed slowly, sitting him down and grabbing a thermos from his bag to offer him a drink. "Here, take a sip" he spoke softly, his hand never leaving his arm as he squeezed it reassuringly.
Leon took a long sip, taking a shuddering breath like he had forgotten how to breathe. He was practically hyperventilating, tears streaking their way down his face and Makoto sat beside him, making Leon look at him. "Hey, it's okay, I'm right here. Can you count with me? 10… 9… 8…" Quietly, Leon's voice joined his own, continuing with him down to one.
Squeezing his arm, Makoto took the thermos from his shaking hands, setting it on the nightstand. "There we go… Can you tell me what day it is?"
"...Wednesday."
"Where are we?"
"...Hope's Peak."
"What's your talent?"
"....Fuckin' baseball."
"Who am I?"
Leon's breathing had started to calm down, blinking as he looked slowly up at his companion. "Koto… my boyfriend…"
Makoto gave him a gentle smile, nodding his head and taking shaking hands into his own. His fingers ran over the decorative rings his boyfriend was still wearing, and he felt Leon grip his hands like he'd disappear. "Yep, I'm right here for you. Always."
It wasn't the first time Leon had had an overload in front of him, and it certainly wouldn't be the last, but he knew the boy was afraid of scaring him off. The first time he'd thrown something in front of him, Leon had avoided him for a week, paranoid that he wouldn't want to be around him anymore. Makoto would be lying if he said it wasn't concerning, but he was determined to understand, setting aside time to sit down privately with Leon and talk to him about it.
He was easily overwhelmed if he felt he wasn't good enough at something, and his relying on baseball to get him through school had meant he never really learnt how to study. Now that he was in Hope's Peak, surrounded by people who were all experts in their field, he was finding it harder and harder not to get angry at himself when he couldn't do something. Usually he could push the feeling inside, but it would keep building and building until he couldn't keep pushing it down, and if something particularly difficult happened, or he heard too many of what he labelled as "bad sounds", or he was having an off day, his brain would go into an overload and he'd shut down, unable to control his anger at himself.
This was something that Makoto was sort of familiar with, as too much stimuli or conflicting sounds could send him into a sensory overload, and he could relate on some level. He didn't get angry, like Leon did, but he'd had his fair share of crying sessions in his dorm after a particularly difficult day with stimuli. He'd made extra-sure that Leon knew what he experienced was valid, and reassured him that he wasn't scared. Since that day, he'd caught Leon on the verge of breaking a few times, and once in the middle of an episode. Each time he sat down and helped him work through it, reassuring him that he wasn't stupid or an idiot like he claimed.
"Why do you keep helping me, Koto?" Leon asked suddenly, his face buried in Makoto's hair as he held him close. His voice was barely above a whisper, cracking as he spoke. "Nothing makin' you deal with me when I'm like... this… hell, half the time I'm yelling at you to leave. Why bother?"
Makoto hugged him tightly, pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder. "Because you're worth it, Leon... I wish you could see that."
He felt him laugh, but there was no humour behind it. The loud student was tired, having worn himself out emotionally. He leaned back against the wall, pulling Makoto with him. There was a moment of silence as they situated themselves, neither one wanting to destroy the comfortable silence they found themselves in.
"...I love you, man."
Though his eyes were closed, he could practically hear the smile in Makoto's voice. "Love you too, Leon."
#thanks for letting me use this prompt man#totally didnt use this as a vent piece after a frustrating day /lh#sorry if the formatting is atrocious im not used to writing directly on tumblr#also not mentioned but uhh implied are my personal headcanons of autistic Makoto and ADHD Leon so yeah#based this off my own meltdowns/overloads a bit#nagi writes#crossposting this to my writing blog later-
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Y E O S A N G ⇛ office au
THE ONE WHERE YOU WANT TO KILL YOUR SUGARY SWEET BOSS
disclaimer: may contain mature content
• you were gonna kill him
• cause he can’t be..
• it’s impossible to look that good and not be an egotist.
• come on!
• there’s gotta be a flaw, you thought.
• Yeosang was everything BUT a flaw.
• in fact, you’re convinced he’s not even human
• you refuse to believe yourself too.
• because there was absolutely no way in hell you were secretly crushing on your boss.
• you barely knew him?
• right?
• WRONG.
• “y/n, can you get my reports ready?”
• “y/n, can you run to the break room and get us some hot tea?”
• “y/n, my little hardworking butterfly, how is the monthly budget looking?”
• you about had it up to here with his antics.
• he’s buttering you up.
• you just know it.
• but maybe you just hated him because after 5 years of working for him, he never returned the actual feelings.
• pure business between the both of you.
• “y/n, can you—“
• “No!” Your head was spinning and your hands were up at your ears. “No, Yeosang you get it!”
• ...
• oh shit.
• you weren’t in your little thought bubble anymore.
• he audibly coughs behind you and you whip around in complete horror.
• you offer him the best apology you can manage, “S-sir, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I was just stressed out from all the work and all the stuff that I just—“
• he knew you were lying.
• but that son of a b bitch had to be a sweet about it.
• “Snapped?”
• he chuckles coming to you with his hands dangerously rubbing at your shoulders.
• you refrain from your eyes rolling back in the pleasure of it hoping the heat from underneath you not getting picked up by his devil senses.
• because YES you had a hand kink only for the man himself.
• “If this is your subtle way of requesting a vacation, y/n, you know I would give you one.”
• you shrug his hands away ignoring the churn in your stomach. “N-no sir. I don’t need—“
• “An unpaid vacation. You need a paid one, of course.”
• he was pressing your buttons.
• good and bad.
• “Am I going to get fired?”
• “Of course not, y/n. I could never fire the most important asset of my team.”
• you’re scruntled at home.
• GOD you miss looking at his face.
• hearing his voice everyday telling you to do everything he asks.
• giving into the devil everyday of your life is starting to send you to the pits of hell.
• it sucked more that you were basically in love with the guy.
• “IM COMING SHUT UP!”
• you grumble empty curses as you open the door after the 5 attempts to ring your doorbell.
• you fall into immediate regret when your boss is standing wide eyed with a bag of food in his hands.
• “S-sir?”
• “Was I interrupting?”
• you done fucked up this time, y/n.
• “No. I was just...”
• mentally cursing the shit out of you.
• “Busy?”
• “N-no! Come in.”
• now the devil was in your lair.
• you don’t know how you feel about it
• but your heart sure did.
• “I just came to show you the reports. Thought you’d want to look into those before you go back.”
• you want to strangle him.
• stop being so nice to me you prick, you want to tell him.
• “That’s very kind of you sir.” what else were you gonna say?
• get out of my house?
• he smiles before looking around your place weirdly close to you.
• you don’t notice how close he got.
• probably because you were still in the clouds by his abrupt visitation.
• “Nice place.”
• his tone changed.
• you don’t know though. “S’all my paycheck can afford.”
• “You know, y/n. You’ve been awfully verbal about your problems as of late. And I can’t help but feel they’re directed towards me.”
• he’s caging you. moving so he has you perfectly against the wall.
• you were waiting for him to finally break.
• but you didn’t think it’d be like this.
• “N-no. They would never, sir.”
• “Oh?” he taunts cocking his head to the side. “But they are, y/n. I can tell. You don’t need to lie to me.”
• his eyes are hooded and your neck cranes when his lowers.
• you kind of pick it up now that kang yeosang wasn’t just here to be nice.
• he’s so fucking hot—
• you’re on the verge of asking him to take you on your kitchen counter.
• “Sir. I really don’t think you should be um... this skeptical.”
• “I can relieve your problems, my lovely assistant.” He whispers hotly making you swoon. “You just have to tell me what they are. What I can do to release that stress you have pent up in your little body.”
• you want to answer the truth.
• but the sound of, ‘bend me over sir and fuck me till I can’t walk for days’ wasn’t exactly the best thing to ask of your boss.
• “You know, y/n.” His fingers lightly crawl up your skin and you shiver under his touch. “The vacation I gave you wasn’t intended for your pleasure.”
• “Is that so?”
• your breathless when his lips brush yours.
• “It was intended for mine.”
• you let out a sultry moan and he’s over the hills at that.
• “And since you don’t seem to know your stresses all that well. Let’s start by tackling my own. You think we can do that?”
• he shoved you against the wall lips kneading yours like a stress ball.
• you’re absolutely strung and you feel more obedient than ever.
• YES.
• you feel victorious in every way possible.
• you made him break.
• but why does it feel half his win more yours?
• “Fucking hell.” He grunts against your lips when he shoves you again. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to do that. To kiss you to make you shut the fuck up. When you complain to your coworkers about me. Think I can’t fucking hear you when you’ve had it up to here with me.”
* your eyes voluntarily roll back into your skull and you find euphoria.
• “Do you know many times I wanted to hear you say you want me. Living like hell with and without you. You’re driving me crazy y/n.”
• you breath slowly and you break to say something.
• “Always liked you, sir. Always wanted you sir.”
• it was definitely not a good time to hit him with a home run but—
• being a successful CEO and all, he was prepared for anything.
• “Been wanting you too. Wanting you to tell me how you felt for years. Wanting to fuck you over my desk everytime you strut your little ass in and out of my office, you damned brat.”
• “Sir—“
• “Yeosang.” He smirks against your lips before he’s hoisting you up around his waist. “Is what you’re going to call me when you’re begging me to cum walls tight around my dick.”
• “Yeosang.”
• it’s more a moan than anything but,
• the name slips off your tongue like that’s what you should’ve been calling him since day one.
• day one of being the guy you end up with.
• even after you have to quit being his assistant cause he can’t seem to get his hands off you in the office.
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Power Play (m)
⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤
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➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation
➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I'm so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D
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➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.
“Longer thrusts, we want to see that cock sliding in and out, and more power please,” the director calls out as Jimin grunts mid thrust. “And watch your expression! You look like you’re fucking a garbage disposal. Get it together, Park!”
Sweat is pouring down his face as he gathers the last bit of his strength to push his co-star’s legs up onto his shoulders. Below him is one of his fellow A listers, the hottest, most on demand porn star in the industry. Everything from Sana’s bouncing, voluptuous breasts to her tiny squeaks and moans should serve as motivation for him and help him to perform his best, but there’s somehow… something lacking.
He’d been wanting to work with Sana for the longest time ever, even his manager was enthusiastic about two top A-listers coming together (no pun intended), but looking down at her now, it’s blatantly obvious that he isn’t as physically attracted to her as he thought.
“Cut, makeup team please,” the director motions for a touchup to be done, and Jimin groans as he pauses his thrusts and a few stylists fuss with his hair and his face. The sweat is carefully sponged off his forehead, the shading on his abs touched up a little, and being in this position, with this many strangers crowding around him nearly makes him go soft inside Sana’s pussy.
“You okay?” Sana frowns in concern as she can feel him start to slide out of her, gripping him with her walls tighter.
Jimin brushes aside her concern with a nod, just as the director calls for them to resume, and he starts pumping his hips into her again, driving deep with every thrust. Something he’s doing must be right, since the director is calling for close up shots and urging him to go faster and harder.
“Money shot in two minutes, Park please get ready,” the script writer reminds him somewhere from behind, and he grunts low in his throat, reaching down to wrap his hands around Sana’s waist to pull her onto his cock more firmly. “When you’re ready, pull out till just the tip. We want a nice big creampie there, tell us if you need the backup…”
Jimin forces himself to go harder, feeling his balls tighten up as he tries to cum on command, something he’s never had trouble with since the beginning of his career. He’s practically built his entire reputation as a porn star on creampies and facials, not to mention he knows he looks like sin incarnate when he throws his head back while he cums.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Sana gasps under him, and when her walls flutter around him, it occurs to Jimin that she’s not acting right now, she’s actually about to cum around him. “Pl-lease cum inside me, I want your cum so bad, fill my pussy up.”
Her passionate moans make her scripted lines even more believable, this is why she’s an A-lister, because she actually enjoys having sex on camera. Hearing her beg for his cum is almost enough to push him over the edge, just almost. But today he needs just a little bit more, so he squeezes his eyes shut and calls to mind a random image from his wank bank.
The first thing that comes to mind is a red plaid skirt under him and his hands around a waist, translucent white shirt stretched tight over small, perky breasts. His gaze travels up to her neck, and just almost reaches her face before—
“Fuck,” Jimin swears under his breath, hopefully disguising it as a grunt of pleasure when he realises that he doesn’t have the money shot today, too distracted by the suddenness of that mental image. He makes a discreet gesture behind his back, hidden from the camera, and that’s when one of the assistants steps in with a tube in between his spread legs.
The tube goes below his cock and inserted shallowly unto Sana’s pussy, so when Jimin groans and jerks himself off with one hand, the assistant pumps the lube up into the tube, making it seem as if Jimin had just blown his load. He feels the lube surround the head of his cock as he attempts a few small thrusts to spread it around a little, make it more realistic, before pulling out.
The fake cum that drips from Sana’s pussy looks far too realistic, that even Jimin himself is amazed. He spreads her lips with both fingers to show the camera the thick white liquid leaking from her, playing with her clit and coating it with the mixture as he rubs her to a final orgasm that makes her walls clench around nothing, squeezing out even more of the fake cum onto the mattress.
And then he moves off the bed as the camera zooms in for the last frame as Sana spreads her legs wide to show off her creamed pussy, fingers dipping into the mess and then licking it clean with her tongue, giggling as she licks her lips.
“Cut!” The director draws the final scene to a close, and just in time too, because Jimin’s cock is going soft even though he didn’t even cum.
Sana flashes him a smile in thanks as she sits up to peer in between her legs, and a few assistants help her to clean up.
“Hey, you okay?” Manager Sejin hurries over to bring him his robe and a wet wipe, and Jimin shrugs it on silently, swiping half-heartedly at his thighs just to go through the motion of it all before he ties his robe closed and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, adamantly turning his back towards the director who is still talking with a few set assistants and script writers.
Not a few minutes later, the director strides over with a few script writers and exchanges a few laughs and jokes with Sejin, and Jimin is forced to turn around as well.
“The famous Park Jimin, what a show stopper,” he grins, slapping Jimin on the shoulder a few times with a huge grin on his face, seemingly pleased with how the whole shoot went today. “I knew it was a good call casting you and Sana together. You both look like a real on-screen couple! Both hot as fuck with bodies to die for, now that’s what I call chemistry!”
Jimin can only manage a half-hearted smile, which the director is entirely smitten with as he makes promises with Sejin to be in touch for Jimin’s next project soon. If that’s what the director thinks is chemistry, then he hasn’t seen many movies. But then again, what counts as chemistry in the porn industry is totally different from Hollywood. Here, as long as you act like you’re having a good time, say your cheesy lines and cum on command, anything goes.
His teeth sink into his lower lip as he makes his way to the car, getting in without a single word. Fooling the director is one thing, but there’s one person he’ll never be able to fool, and that’s himself. Jimin has never felt as if he was on the verge of losing an erection during a scene. The first five minutes of the car ride is spent in silence as he reproaches himself over and over, and Sejin casts him a wary glance.
“You’re doing it again, aren’t you? Blaming yourself over something that can’t be changed,” Sejin interrupts his thoughts.
“No, it’s just…” Jimin denies it, but gives in a second later. “I was struggling during that last scene. Like really, honestly struggling. I think I’m losing it.”
To admit it out loud might be the scariest thing he’s ever done in his entire life to date. Saying it out loud makes it seem all the more real, and although it might be childish, Jimin thinks that if he keeps all these thoughts buried away in the corners of his mind, then everything will be alright again. All his doubts and insecurities will turn out to be nothing but lies, and everything will be okay.
“I know. I saw,” Sejin says. “Everyone struggles once in a while. What’s important is that you pulled through.”
His sincere words somehow makes Jimin want to keep talking. “I think… I’m tired. Tired of fake cumming in girls, tired of slapping random asses every day. The director said we had fucking chemistry. Can you believe that? Sana and I wouldn’t last two seconds in a science lab.”
Sejin chuckles as Jimin gets himself all worked up, muttering under his breath. “People see what they want to see, kid.”
“Do you remember anything about a girl in a white shirt and red plaid skirt?” Jimin asks suddenly, and Sejin is somewhat derailed by the change in topic, but decides to go along with his plucky charge’s demands. “Maybe one of my ex co-stars?”
“Park, this is porn. Red plaid skirt is a porn category all on its own, you must have fucked at least a dozen girls in that get up. So you gotta be more specific,” Sejin says as he turns into Jimin’s driveway, bringing the car to a stop.
“Oh. Right.” Visibly disappointed, Jimin leans back in his seat for a moment before reaching for the seatbelt to unbuckle it. “Well, thanks for today, hyung. I’ll get going now—“
“Wait, Park, I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this for a while now,” Sejin turns to Jimin with a contemplative look on his face. “It’s about a new project I had in mind. I’ve been discussing this with a few people from the brand department, and I think it’ll get you out of your slump.”
“That’s what we thought about Sana, remember?” Jimin fidgets with the tie on his robe. “Who is it this time? Another blonde bombshell? We pretty much exhausted the entire A listers already, so I don’t see who else—“
“Except she’s not an A lister,” Sejin turns and rummages around the mess that is the backseat of his car for a few minutes before pulling out a tablet and unlocking it with a few swipes. “But she’s a rising star. A face you don’t really see that often in porn, and her concept is unique too.”
He clicks open a few folders and swipes through a few albums before he finds what he wants, handing the tablet to Jimin. “Here. This girl. I don’t think you’ve ever worked with her before, but—“
The tablet feels like stone in his hands as he stares at the image, and suddenly, he’s able to put a face to that girl in the white shirt and plaid skirt from earlier. This must be a slightly newer picture, since your hair looks different from how he remembers it. You’re wearing a white lace babydoll set, looking more innocent and pure than anything he’s ever seen in his entire life.
Jimin’s seen way too many girls in lingerie by now, such that he’s almost desensitized to it already. But there’s something different about this picture that makes his blood rush through his veins almost immediately. Unlike the hundreds of girls he’s seen, you’re more modestly covered in this picture, your breasts are fully covered in the delicate cloth, and Jimin has to tear his gaze away from it before his mouth starts to water, the lace allowing him peeks of your skin through the material. The way you’re seated on that chair—luscious thighs spread apart, your pussy just hidden from view—is the most provocative sight he’s ever seen. Your head is propped on your hand and you are looking somewhere off camera in a slightly bored expression, but it enraptures him nevertheless.
“As you can see, her concept isn’t about showing as much skin as possible. Her brand is pretty much the opposite of yours—softcore domination, that is—and since opposites attract, I was thinking a miniseries… that is, if you guys have the chemistry. If you really like her and you gusy can work well together…” Sejin glances over at Jimin to gauge his reaction, only to find him still staring at the picture on the screen with a laser like intensity. The tell-tale bulge in his dress pants makes Sejin burst out in laughter. “I’m guessing little Park approves? What’s with you, popping a boner just by seeing a girl in underwear?”
Jimin sends him a side eyed glare, hastily using the tablet to cover his lap as he mumbles defensively, “it’s leftover from the shoot just now.”
Sejin hits the steering wheel with a victorious fist. “I knew it! I knew you’d like her. When I first saw one of her videos a few days ago, I immediately thought of you. I don’t know why she looked so familiar, but I guess there aren’t many girls doing the modest concept these days—“
“You’re wrong, hyung,” Jimin interrupts before Sejin can get too carried away. “I haveworked with her before, five years ago.” Jimin’s memory is now crystal clear, he remembers that day as if it was yesterday.
“Really? You have?” Sejin frowns in confusion. “I think I’d remember a face like that…”
Jimin sighs as he tosses the tablet into the backseat in resignation. “Your project sounds great and all, but it’ll never work.”
“What? Why?” Sejin fumbles for the tablet again, struggling to understand Jimin’s sudden change in mood.
“Because she hates me to the core. There’s no way she’ll ever agree to work with me.”
“And that’s a wrap, thank you!” The slates clap one last time, and your co-star breaks character immediately to brush his thumb at the corner of your eye to make sure that one bit of cum doesn’t accidentally get inside. Inwardly your heart stops at his tender gesture, as if you hadn’t been on edge the whole scene.
Cha Eun Woo is one of the most handsome porn stars you’ve ever seen. His face is a work of the gods; when he smiles he is all shy boyish charm that has all his older female viewers quaking in their panties (you included), but when he clenches his jaw tight he is anything but a flower boy. You consider it a privilege to get to work with someone like him, and even though this scene isn’t exactly up your alley—bondage and face fucking—you’d do it all over again if it only meant getting to look at his beautiful face.
Eun Woo reaches for the restraints on your wrists and starts undoing them before his manager drapes a robe over him and tries to usher him away. Good looking and has manners? You need to get on that dick immediately, preferably not with a dozen cameras surrounding you.
He insists on undoing at least one side of your restraints before he allows himself to be dragged away by his manager who insists that he has another shoot to get to. He throws you an apologetic smile over his shoulder which you return as one of the set assistants helps you with your wrists and hands you a robe along with a wet wipe for your face. The back view of him isn’t too bad either, in fact it’s just as good as the front. You continue staring till it’s regrettably covered by his robe, and then you migrate your gaze down to his thighs.
You wish you’d written your number on the backs of those hard as steel thighs. Never mind that you don’t have a pen, there’s plenty of cum on your face for you to-
“Done ogling your co-star yet? Didn’t you get enough in the past four hours already?” You sigh in disappointment when your manager finally appears in your field of vision, blocking your view of Eun Woo’s thighs as she hands you a bottle of water.
Regrettably, you unscrew the cap and take a sip, following Wendy to the changing room. “Even a lifetime together with that man wouldn’t be enough.”
Before you enter the changing rooms, there is a flurry of activity behind you and a few screams here and there. You whip your head around, clutching your robe to your chest in terror as the most horrifying scenes cross your mind. Maybe you’ll be burnt alive before you can collect your day’s pay, resigned to a tragic death without ever having a chance to try that new all you can eat buffet. Or maybe it’s a gunman looking to shoot down the most attractive person in this set, and seeing as Eun Woo has left the building long ago-
“It’s Park Jimin, oh my god!!!” Wendy squeals in your ear, abruptly putting an end to your macabre imagination as she scurries towards the set, stopping halfway when she realises your expression has darkened over.
You can spot a gaggle of fangirls- mostly set assistants and even the director himself- crowding around him as he runs an unbothered hand through his silver hair, pushing his dark circle lenses further up his nose as he shoots them a polite smile. Jerk. Asshat. Pretentious bastard. Who the hell wears sunglasses indoors? You hope he trips an invisible crack on the floor and falls flat on his stupid face. Why would an A-lister like Park Jimin be here in the first place?
Just then, the man in question raises his head as if he’s looking for something, and while you can’t exactly be sure, you feel his gaze lock onto you, and you hurriedly turn away to the safety of the changing rooms.
You open your locker to start changing into your shirt dress, your robe half off your frame when you hear the door open. Thinking that it’s Wendy, you don’t bother to speed up your actions at all; she’s seen you naked plenty of times. Sometimes when she breaks into your house to wake you up for morning schedules you don’t even bother putting on clothes till the very last minute, so—
“I must say, you’re a lot hotter than I thought you’d be. You look like you’ve grown a cup size or two.”
The sound of a male voice makes your heart leap into your throat, and you drop everything you’re holding, but thankfully your robe remains clasped under your arms. Park Jimin lowers his sunglasses to the very end of his nose as his eyes linger on every bit of exposed skin, even tiptoeing to get a better look, the bastard.
“Long-time no see, hmm?”
He looks conspicuously out of place in his immaculately pressed dress pants and white silk shirt, arms folded against his chest with an amused look on his face as you scramble to cover yourself up as quickly as you can. Arming yourself with a glare, you turn around to face him fully, your back against the lockers and feeling as if you’re being cornered.
For the first time in five years, you come face to face with the source of all your misery. He looks just as cocky and suave as he did all those years ago when you were just a rookie starting out in the porn industry, fresh faced and hopeful, desperate to make a quick buck to pay off all your tuition fees.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” you deliberately force yourself to turn back to your locker, acting as if his gaze on your back doesn’t bother you in the least. “What are you doing here? It’s not your shoot.”
Jimin looks a little disappointed when you’re decent again. “Why so shy all of a sudden? It’s not like I don’t know what you look like under there. That video where you get titty fucked? They’ve definitely grown a cup or two since then.”
You cast a cursory glance towards the entrance of the changing room, wondering why Wendy isn’t storming in by now. Granted, people in the porn industry are a lot more relaxed when it comes to nudity and personal space. In fact, just last month, management proposed to merge both sexes’ changing rooms into one in favour of an onsite barista serving custom made coffee and drinks, and everyone jumped on that bandwagon like a man with blue balls at an orgy.
Thankfully some people still had brains enough to protest it and overturn that decision.
“As if you’ve ever seen any of my videos,” you tell him with a roll of your eyes, fumbling around for your underwear so that you can get the hell out of there as fast as you can, to spare yourself from any more humiliation in front of this man. “As if that tiny pea brain of yours could contemplate anyone else’s existence other than your own.”
“Ouch, that’s harsh,” Jimin pretends as if you shot him straight in the heart, and you honestly wish you had a gun just so you could. The world would be a much happier place without him.
Jimin bends down to pick something up from the ground, and you’re horrified when you realise that it’s your plain old white cotton bra, the ratty one that’s been in the wash one too many times and may or may not have its underwire poking out. He dangles it from his finger by the strap with an accompanying smirk on his face as he examines it thoroughly, eyes flitting towards your face every now and then.
“Looking for this? I was right. You did grow a cup size.”
You snatch it from him and decide to bite the bullet, shoving your robe off and pulling your shirt dress over your body as fast as you can. You can already feel him gearing up to make a greasy comment about your lack of underwear, but you stop him in his tracks as you slam the locker closed.
“Watch it, Park. My body’s only a free for all when the cameras are on. Apart from that, I charge by the minute.” You swing your tote bag over your shoulder and make a beeline for the doors, but Jimin isn’t letting you get away so easily.
“Then how about I film you with my phone? Does that count?” He grins cheerfully as he whips out his phone from his pocket, but all you see is just sleaze personified on his face. “I’ve never done amateur porn before, but I’d do anything to fuck that pussy of yours.”
The nerve of this guy. Just because he’s an A lister, he thinks he can just show up all willy nilly at someone else’s shoot, scare them while they’re half naked and say these kinds of disgusting, lewd things. Honestly, you have no idea why he’s even here at your shoot in the first place when he could be doing a number of other things instead. Namely, working out and ingesting copious amounts of protein, and also checking himself out in the mirror. You can’t say that you’re intimately familiar with his hobbies, but it seems about right for someone as vain and cocky as Park Jimin.
“In your dreams. Now if you don’t mind, I have other places to be.” You shut him down again as you head outside to look for Wendy’s car.
“I’m serious. I have a preposition for you.” Jimin stops you with a hand on your arm. “A mini-series with me.”
“Save it, Park. Why would I want to do a scene with you?” You wrinkle your nose at him as you unscrew the lid of a bottle of water to take a few sips. “Actually, scratch that. I’d love to do a scene with you. It could be the shortest shoot ever in the history of porn. A tiny dick like yours couldn’t last even an hour. We’d be done in thirty minutes!”
While you are exclaiming in glee to yourself, clapping your hands with mirth at the thought of poor little Park Jimin prematurely ejaculating all over himself while the rest of the set watches on in disappointment, you don’t notice his eyes narrow and his lips press together in a firm line. You’re all too absorbed in the fantasy of watching Park Jimin embarrass himself in front of you and a whole bunch of other people, instead of it being the other way around, for karma to kick his ass and give him what he deserves after all these years.
You turn back to him when a thought suddenly strikes you. “Hey, you were there watching me and Eun Woo today right?”
Jimin folds his arms across his chest, all traces of glee wiped clean from his face. “Yeah… why?”
“Did you see how long he lasted? He didn’t even need a fluffer in between scenes. He fucked me like a pro,” you sigh dreamily, unconsciously gripping the bottle tight as you call to mind how thick his cock was. “And he’s so good looking too. I heard he once sat on a nail and he didn’t even feel a thing. Can you imagine how fine that ass of his must be?”
“My ass is pretty great too…” Jimin mumbles in consternation. “Why won’t you do a scene with me? Look, if it matters that much to you, I’ll even sit on a nail too. I’ll sit on two nails. Just to prove it.”
You don’t hear him over the sound of your phone chiming with a text. Unlocking it to check your messages, you throw in a few random belongings from your locker into your bag and get ready to leave, but Jimin still has more to say.
“My team’s already done the market research and analysis, you’re just that tiny bit short of making it to A list. If we collaborate, I’m pretty sure you’ll sky rocket to fame—“
You shrug his hand away violently, turning to face him with the immense urge to slap him hard. “What if I don’t want to be an A lister? Ever thought of that, Park? I’m no longer a charity case for people like you who’ve had it smooth sailing all along to take pity on. I made it this far on my own merit alone, and I sure as hell don’t need your help now—“
“Is this because I turned you down that one time?”
For someone who hasn’t seen you in five years, Park Jimin sure knows you well enough to hit you where it still hurts. Before you can stop it, the memories of that terrible, awful day come filtering back in despite your feeble attempts to block it out.
“Who’s this?” Park Jimin wrinkled his nose as he glanced at your poor fitting outfit.
You were well aware that your attempt at a sexy schoolgirl outfit didn’t quite meet the mark- it had come out of your own closet after all- but still, there was no reason for him to be quite so harsh, and you were at a loss for words. “I-I’m—“
“Is this my co-star?” Clothed in his perfectly pressed suit with his hair perfectly coiffed and standing at the other end of the table, Jimin glanced off to the side at the camera crew in doubt. At their confirmation, Jimin turned back to you and broke out into laughter. “PD-nim, I know you were aiming for an innocent school girl getting punished, but isn’t this a little too much?”
The entire set went silent, all eyes were on you and Jimin as you pushed yourself into a sitting position. Now that you looked down at yourself, you saw everything that was wrong- your skirt should have been a good three inches shorter, your blouse tighter, and you should have thrown on that pair of knee socks too-
“I-if there’s something wrong with my outfit, o-or my makeup, I’ll fix it real quick, I promise,” you were mumbling, tripping over your words in anxiety. You knew that this was your big break- appearing on screen with someone as famous as Park Jimin would give you the exposure you needed. More pragmatically, that day’s pay alone would be enough to pay off three months of rent that you’d been late on, and buy some much needed food other than instant noodles and bread and-
“This isn’t something that can be fixed with clothes or makeup,” Jimin shook his head as he turned away to walk off set. “PD-nim, I specifically requested a hot co-star right? Not her. She’s just too cute. No one would take her seriously. She looks like she belongs in a church choir! I’d feel like I was committing a cardinal sin. I don’t even think I could get it up!”
And you were left staring at his back as he walked away, pride wounded. You could hear some of the staff whispering amongst themselves, shooting you looks of pity. But the thought of the bills stacking up made you fight back tears and push yourself off the table as you ran after him.
“M-Mr Park, please, I really need this,” you hated the way your voice sounded, hated putting yourself at someone else’s mercy. But having this opportunity disappear right in front of your eyes made you desperate, you were already clutching at straws, right at the end of your rope, and this was all you had. “Just tell me what I need to change. I’ll do anything.”
“Nothing you do could make me want to fuck you.” Jimin shrugged out of your grip as he pushes back the sleeve of his blazer to reveal a gold Rolex on his wrist. He began to unbuckle the watch from his wrist. “Here. Take this. Compensation for your time.”
He threw the watch onto the ground carelessly as he walked away with his hands in his pockets.
You turn to face him fully, clenching your jaw as you force the remnants of the past back where they belong: out of sight and out of mind. “So what if it is? You think just because you’re an A lister everyone is dying to work with you? I wouldn’t work with Mr Four Inches even if you begged me to.”
How the tables have turned; if only someone had told you on that fateful day after Park Jimin left you in tears, that five years later he’d be crawling back and asking you to work with him. But revenge is sweet and a dish best served cold.
“Listen, back then I was an arrogant jerk, and I said things I shouldn’t have,” Jimin removes his sunglasses so that you can see his eyes now, and it actually looks as if the bastard is truly sorry. Too bad a mere apology won’t fix things now; neither will it negate all the hardship you went through just to make a name for yourself. “Just tell me what it’ll take for you to agree to work with me. I’m open to anything.”
You take a step closer to him, securing yourself a front row seat to the guilt and remorse that plays out on his face as he averts his gaze downwards. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for the past five years, even fantasised about it while going to bed hungry only to wake up at the crack of dawn the next morning to get to your shoot by yourself. This is the moment that makes all that suffering worth it.
“Nothing you do could make me want to fuck you.”
On days that you don’t have a schedule, your guilty pleasure is lying in bed doing nothing. Maybe scroll through some social media on your phone. Go back to sleep for a couple of hours. Nothing strenuous like getting out of bed even for food though. And besides, no one ever visits you other than your manager anyway.
So when your doorbell rings on your day off, you groan and push yourself out of bed, taking a whole five minutes just to muster the energy to get to your feet. Your body is still healing and recovering from your last session with Eun Woo—the script had called for some love bites and marks, and you have to let them fade a little before you can do your next shoot.
You stumble to the door and open it, only to find Park Jimin at your doorstep.
“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you know where I live?” You’re almost instantly awake now, fumbling for your phone. “Get the fuck out of here, or I’m calling the police.”
“Wait, please,” Jimin pushes against the door as you attempt to slam it in his face. “Just hear me out. Five minutes, that’s all. Please.”
Something about the tone of his voice makes you hesitate, and Jimin is able to shove the door open a little wider and wedge his body in between the small space. You’re pressed up intimately against him, much closer than you’d like to be, so you back away immediately just to put some distance in between you. You should have kicked this cocky bastard out when you had the chance.
To put aside his pride and humble himself, coming all the way to your doorstep to beg for you to hear him out takes more out of Jimin than he’d ever thought. But your moment of hesitation means a chance for him, and he’ll take it.
“The clock is ticking,” you show him the timer on your phone as you cross your arms.
Jimin almost laughs, he never thought you’d actually be timing him.
“I’m sorry,” he says, figuring that the simplest approach is the best one. “Look, I’m not going weave you a sob story about how much I’ve changed since then, since you most likely won’t buy it anyway. Instead of that, I’ll be honest with you. I’m in a slump.”
You snort with laughter as you cross your arms, leaning back against the counter. This isn’t all too bad, seeing Park Jimin get all desperate in front of you actually helps close those wounds a little. “The great Park Jimin, most sought after porn star in the entire industry, in a slump? Yeah, right. Tell that to your viewers, tell that to someone who actually cares.”
“It’s true,” Jimin insists, and he clenches his fists tight. As much as it hurts him to admit it, he knows this is the only way he’ll ever have a chance of getting through to you. “I know it may not seem like it but I… I’m just sick of fucking a random girl every day. Every shoot feels like a blur, and I’m just… not happy with my performance. If you watch any of my recent videos, I-“
“Watch your videos? Why would I want to watch someone with a tiny dick acting like he’s got it all?” You toss your hair over your shoulder as you walk towards the kitchen. Since you’re up, you might as well get something to eat. “Hey, I have a question. How does the cameraman manage to get a good shot with your big head in the way?”
Okay, he definitely deserves all this, but that doesn’t mean that your insults don’t hurt. Jimin follows a few steps behind you, casting a surreptitious glance downwards. Is his dick really that small? He knows he doesn’t conform to the porn industry norm of seven and up, but he knows he’s got a good girth, and none of his co-stars have ever complained about his size…
“Just… please. It’s not like you aren’t getting anything out of this either, you’ll get on the A list in no time-“
“Do you think that’s what I really want? To get on that fucking A list?” You shoot back at him, fury reignited once more at the mention of rankings. Someone like Park Jimin would never understand how hard you had to work just to get here. And why to be offered a leg up to ride on his coattails is all the more insulting. “Even if it meant more money, even if it meant more fame, I’d rather die than be on that list, if it’ll make me turn into someone like you, who looks down on others beneath them. Newsflash: not everyone is as obsessed with rankings as you are. Some of us are happy with things the way they are, if it’s enough to get by on, then that’s all I need.”
Jimin looks as if he’s been slapped, and his eyes dart around uncertainly, well aware of your indignance, but having no idea how to proceed from this point on. “I’m sorry if I made it sound like that. I was just trying to help you out too, but I-“
“Thanks, but I don’t need it,” you shove his chest, pointing to the door. “Get out of my sight.”
“I haven’t had an orgasm in ages, alright?” Jimin finally exhales in defeat, shoulders slumping as he admits the one thing that he hasn’t told anyone, not even his manager. “And you can laugh at me all you want, and I deserve it, but it’s hard to even get it up these days. There’s only so many pills you can take before it starts to fuck with your health, and if that snowballs, there goes my entire career, my everything-“
Jimin cuts himself off, turning to face you with an inscrutable look on his face.
His sudden confession has you stumped, and you struggle to find the right words as you stare at the man that has been the bane of your existence during the most difficult time of your life. Your first instinct is to mock him and gloat over his misfortune, but the man standing in front of you isn’t the Park Jimin that you know and hate- making fun of him now wouldn’t be morally right. You know of plenty of porn stars who’d been through the entire system and come out the other side worse for wear.
“So? What does that have to do with me? What makes you think I’m the miracle cure to all your problems?”
Jimin is encouraged when you don’t immediately chase him out or laugh at him. To think of how the tables have turned since five years ago makes him feel like an utter jerk- he hadn’t even given you the time of day back then. You’re a better person than he could ever be.
“I’m attracted to you. Physically, at the very least.” Jimin doesn’t have anything to lose now as he shrugs. He’s always been shameless to a large extent. “I popped a boner for the first time on my own when my manager showed me your photo.”
Now this is just plain ridiculous. Your eyes immediately drop to his crotch out of instinct, and the greasy little shit actually smirks. Before you can avert your gaze, he grabs his own dick through his dress pants, and your cheeks immediately heat up as you look away.
“And you expect me to believe that? Out of all the girls you’ve fucked, you’re not attracted to any single one of them, but you pop a tiny little boner for me?” You clear your throat hastily, trying to get your cheeks to cool down. It feels as if the room suddenly became a few degrees hotter, and-
“Why not? Is it that hard to believe?” Jimin shrugs as if it’s no big deal, leaning against your kitchen counter as he watches you gulp an entire glass of water.
“Listen, Park. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing here, or if this is just one of your tricks to humiliate me again-“
“I’ll prove it!” Jimin is at his wits end, the timer on your phone ran out what seemed like ages ago, and he’s getting kicked out any second now.
“Prove what?” You turn around, and nearly drop the glass you’re holding.
Park Jimin is most definitely not Mr Four Inches. His pants are bunched up around his thick thighs- you’re privy to the very intimate fact that Park Jimin likes to go commando when he wears dress pants- and his dick is standing straight at attention. Even though he must have only been half hard when he grabbed himself just a few minutes ago, right now he is sporting a full erection, and you can’t help but stare at his one-eyed monster with a horrified look on your face.
You’ve seen many dicks in porn while sucking and fucking your way to the top. Park Jimin’s dick should not have this effect on you. But for some reason you can’t take your eyes off it no matter how hard you try, you can’t meet his eyes. “Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?”
This at least seems to shake his confidence a little. “Wh-what do you mean? If you’re talking about the underwear, it’s good for my balls-”
“How are you hard that fast? Just a second ago you were-“ you cut yourself off as you close your eyes, massaging your throbbing temples. It feels as if you’ve aged ten years since Park Jimin showed up at your house and flashed you his dick in your kitchen.
“This isn’t even my final form yet, if you show me your pussy I can-“
“Did you get a boner just from arguing with me? Wait, you know what, I don’t care. I really don’t care. Just get out. There are knives in this kitchen and I’m not afraid to use them. In fact, I have this special knife I like to use just for long things like pickles and sausages.” You mime a chopping action while staring directly at his exposed dick, and Jimin winces, covering himself instinctively.
Grabbing him by his ear, you half drag him to the door, giving him almost no time to pull his pants up before you toss him out on his ass. Tomorrow you’re putting in a request to end your lease and shift somewhere into the corner of the city so he’ll never be able to harass you again.
That’s the last you’ll ever see of Park Jimin.
You must be drunk. You must be out of your mind.
At least one of the above is true, judging from the almost empty bottle of wine on the table, and if sitting in front of your computer browsing porn in your underwear is considered normal, then you can write off the second one.
But this still doesn’t account for the fact that you’re on Jimin’s homepage scrolling through his top ten most popular videos, learning from his bio the very precise measurements of his dick. And very bizarrely, the fact that he has an especially tiny pinky is… cute?
There must be a virus on your computer. How else would you explain the fact that your mouse is moving of its own volition towards the most popular video on his page and clicking on it? Someone must be controlling your computer from a remote location, forcing you to watch porn videos of this stupid punk who probably can’t even last more than a minute max-
No, no, you can’t do this. You close your eyes tightly as the video buffers. You’ve never seen a single video of his in your entire life, and you’d do anything to keep it that way. But then the sound of Jimin’s low grunts and whines forces your eyes open again, and you’re met with an intimate view of his spread legs as he wraps one hand around his cock. The sight of his precum dripping over his knuckles as he grips himself harder makes you squeeze your thighs together in response. From this perspective his balls look so tightly drawn and swollen, and your mouth waters at the prospect of taking them into your mouth, wondering how he tastes like.
There is a giggle from a girl offscreen, and Jimin looks off to the side with a smirk on his face, spreading his thick thighs wider and letting his cock fall against his abs with a heavy thump. “Your pussy looks so tight, you sure you can take me?”
The camera pans to his female co-star, and you recognise her to be Sana, top A-lister who has a body to die for. She giggles and spreads her lips, lowering herself down on Jimin’s cock as he hooks his arms under her knees. Sana leans back against Jimin’s chest as he begins to fuck into her roughly, her stuffed pussy front and center on camera as her breasts bounce and she screams and cries his name.
Your underwear is suspiciously wet, and you shift uncomfortably, unable to take your eyes off his cock, pumping in and out of her pussy. Sana is actually one of your role models, and you’ve seen enough of her videos to know when she’s putting on an act and when she’s truly screaming her head off from being dicked down so hard. They change positions several times, and it looks as if she manages to have an orgasm every single time.
You forward to the end, somehow curious to see Park Jimin’s famous money shot. The last thirty seconds of the video shows Jimin’s tip buried in her pussy as he jerks off furiously, sweat shining on his abs as he grunts. Sana is egging him on, asking him to cum inside her, and Jimin complies with a groan, giving a few thrusts with his hips as white liquid begins to seep out around Sana’s pussy. You recognise it immediately as the fake stuff even as Jimin thrusts a few times to make it more realistic, before pulling out. The camera switches angles to focus on his fingers that are pulling her lips apart, exposing her to the camera as he leisurely plays with the fake cum, licking his lips and following the stream of cum with his eyes as it drips from her.
The close up shot of his face doesn’t lie- Park Jimin is one hell of an actor. If he hadn’t told you he was struggling, you’d be entirely fooled by the way he’s kissing Sana’s inner thighs on-screen, post orgasm glow on his rosy cheeks as he praises her for taking his cum so well. Jimin’s face is lit up with reverence and fascination as he runs his fingers through her used cunt, spreading his cum around and using it to rub her clit. The camera then focuses on Sana’s face, gasping and writhing from Jimin’s fingers, but the sound of his voice telling her to cum like the dirty girl she is, suck up all his cum deep inside where it belongs, steals your attention.
You can’t help but start to fan yourself. The soothing lilt of Jimin’s baritone voice is enough to make you feel like he’s actually talking to you right through the screen. With Sana’s face cut off from the frame, it’s easy to just close your eyes and immerse yourself in his praise, like some kind of ASMR porn. Your panties are unbelievably sticky. Now you know just why Park Jimin is an A lister, not because of his good looks or just Lady Luck smiling down on him, or god forbid, his not-as-small-as-you-thought dick. He is truly talented, he works hard, and he knows he’s good at what he does.
As much as you hate to admit it. But you are a person who gives credit where credit is due.
If what he says is true- that partnering with you will go a long way in helping his performance- then you wonder just how well this man can fuck. But yet… collaborating with him would mean having to deal with his insufferable cockiness, not to mention that you’ve already seen enough of him to last a lifetime by now.
But the stickiness between your thighs that just begs for your attention conjures up the filthiest, nastiest thoughts of what it would be like for Jimin to actually say all those things to you. Since everyone says he’s just that good at his job, why shouldn’t you test him out for yourself to see if he really lives up to his name? It’ll be like test driving a car with no intention to buy it whatsoever. Or just going to the showroom for the free biscuits and coffee. No commitment, no getting involved, nothing.
Easy as pie.
A part of you hesitates as you reach for your phone, fingers hovering over the send button long after you’ve typed out your message. Indecision has always been your weak spot.
Oh fuck it, what’s the worst that could happen? You hit the button and send the message to your manager before giving in to temptation and reaching for the rarely used vibrator that you stash away at the corner of your desk drawer.
Tell Park I’m in.
“Mr Park will see you now,” the receptionist gestures you toward a meeting room down the hallway, and you have to force yourself to aim a friendly smile at her instead of just turning right around and leaving immediately.
After having been made to wait a good ten minutes past the agreed meeting time- you can see through the damn meeting room’s glass doors that Jimin is just twiddling his thumbs, doing absolutely nothing at all- you utterly regret your decision. You should never have agreed to work with this prideful asshole.
Park Jimin is absolutely obnoxious. You’ll bet a hundred bucks that he told the poor receptionist to quote that line from Fifty Shades.
“Well well well… look who we have here,” Jimin grins smugly from his seat when you enter, legs spread wide so that your eyes are forced to take in the broad expanse of his well-muscled thighs and slowly travel up… up to-
Already beyond annoyed that you had to come all the way here- your number one rule when it comes to men and business is to let them come to you- you plop yourself down on the plush sofa, feeling out of place in your denim skirt and white shirt. Jimin, as usual, is dressed to the nines, white dress pants stretched tight over his thighs, and his light blue shirt draping slightly off one shoulder.
“What made you change your mind?” Jimin twirls a pen with interest as he crosses one leg over the other, nodding his thanks when a man clad in a full suit sets a tray with tea and coffee on the table. “Let me guess. I’ll bet it was my dick. It was, wasn’t it?”
This man is so full of himself, it makes your temples pound immediately. Yet, you can’t bring yourself to disagree entirely, even as you try not to gape at how luxurious Jimin’s label company is. This entire room alone is bigger than your company’s entire office, and you’ve most certainly never been served tea and biscuits at a contract negotiation before.
“I’m…” you fumble around for a plausible excuse to feed him even as you panic a little. “I’m adopting a cat!”
Jimin’s brows furrow in slight confusion. “O-ookay?”
You want to kick yourself. When you go home today, you need to write out a list of excuses to use in a pinch when cocky bastards ask if you like their dicks. Jimin looks amused as he raises his eyebrows, that stupid infuriating smirk telling you that he sees through your excuse as if it’s nothing but cling wrap. But you’ve made your bed. And now you have to lie in it. “A-and I figured the extra money couldn’t hurt.”
“How much money does one need to adopt a cat?” Jimin queries, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees now. The stupid little punk has a tiny smirk on his lips, but his eyes seem as if he is genuinely curious.
“It’s a… a very expensive cat, a purebred,” you say defensively. You’re just pulling all this out of your ass now, but you can’t, refuse to back down. “He’s gonna need lots of vet checks and toys and um… cat things.”
“Cat things. Right. Very expensive, those. I would know, since I know pussies very intimately.” Jimin nods, the corners of his lips twitching as he struggles to fight back a grin.
“You told her to say that, didn’t you,” you accuse him, desperate to change the subject. “On purpose, just to annoy me.”
Jimin merely raises his brows, taking a slow sip of his tea and staring at you from over the rim of his cup. Stupid, cocky, obnoxious, handsome bastard.
You roll your eyes and tilt your chin toward the reception. “’Mr Park will see you now’.”
Jimin’s eyes light up with mirth immediately as he sets his cup down, licking his lips, feigning innocence. Or ignorance. Or both. “I’m not sure what you mean by that... she is a receptionist, and that is her job, so I’m not sure why you’d think-”
“You were waiting in here doing nothing for ten minutes!” You finally explode, pointing a finger at him. “I fucking saw you through the glass door!”
Jimin seems to be utterly amused by your explosive anger, and he only shrugs nonchalantly. He has this stupid shit eating grin on his face as he revels in your irritation.
“Ah yes, that. I was meditating, you see. Very good way of calming the mind and the body,” Jimin is still grinning from ear to ear as he twiddles his thumbs. “Speaking of, you might want to try it yourself. Maybe you can get rid of some of that... pent up anger.”
You are still fuming at him, grabbing a biscuit off the plate and popping it into your mouth, chewing silently for a few minutes as you continue to seethe. Jimin admits you look cute like this- cheeks puffed out from chewing- bickering with you is actually fun, and it’s entertaining to see how easily he can rile you up.
Jimin silently praises himself for coming up with that idea, beyond pleased that Sandra came through as promised- if only he could have seen the look on your face when she said that to you.
He clears his throat, resting his arms on his knees and lacing his fingers together. “Anyway, before you sign anything, I just wanted you to know what you’re getting yourself into.”
Immediately, you narrow your eyes in suspicion, turning your knees away from his lewd gaze as he eats up the expanse of your legs with his eyes. “What do you mean?”
“I’m sure you know by now, after much… research,” Jimin pauses to lick his lips- that bastard knows exactly what he’s insinuating- as he uncrosses his legs. “You’ll know all about my style, and I guess you could call it a brand that I made for myself. Mainly I do submissive and occasionally softcore dom-“
“Wait, what?” You nearly spit out your coffee. Images of your late night ‘research’ session assault you, and although you would never admit it, Park Jimin is anything but submissive and softcore dom. You remember being awed at his hidden strength as he tosses his girls around, bending them into positions that give the camera the best view, almost felt the stinging sensation of his spanks on your own ass, the sharp bite of his teeth sinking into your own skin, marking you all over. His girls end up thoroughly fucked and marked, and his trademark is that his videos always end with a leaking pussy. Jimin likes to play around with the cunts that he’s fucked, tongue lingering teasingly around his girls’ inner thighs, almost but never quite coming close to licking up the mess that he just made. The video would always cut to black in a very unsatisfying manner, and that’s how you found yourself clicking from one video to another in the hopes of finding one where he actually eats his own cum. Or the fake cum, that is.
“You? Submissive? Softcore?” You nearly snort with laughter. “Maybe in your next lifetime, Park-“
The shit eating grin that spreads across his face lets you know that you’ve been caught red handed. Park Jimin pushes himself off his seat to join you on the sofa, crowding into your space as he sits so close to you that his thigh brushes yours. One arm goes around the back of the sofa to curl around you, and the other casually rests on your bare knee. His agonizingly plump lips just brush against the shell of your ear. “Caught you, princess. Been watching my videos? No wonder you look like you didn’t get much sleep last night.”
“I wasn’t- I just…” words elude you for the nth time today, and a bubble of frustration rises in your chest. Just what is it about this man that makes you so tongue tied, when usually you have no problem saying whatever comes to mind?
“What if I told you I’ve watched every single one of your videos too?” Jimin’s lips ghost across your cheek, following your jawline. “And I like the ones where it’s just you on camera. Your lips sucking my cock, eyes tearing up because I’m fucking your mouth so good. Your pussy getting creamed and filled up so that it leaks everywhere. Your ass bouncing on my cock while you whine and moan because you’re just that. fucking. tight.”
You do all you can to keep your breathing level, even though your body reacts instinctively to his words just as it had the night before. The tone of his voice, the filth that spews from his sweet plush lips awakens your lust once more, lust that you spent the better part of last night trying to quench. The difference is, this time Park Jimin is actually here whispering these words into your ear and you can reach out and just-
His thigh feels like steel under your touch. You slide your fingers up till you almost reach the apex as his breaths on your neck cause your nipples to harden and ache for his tongue.
Abruptly, Jimin draws away with a satisfied smirk on his lips. “There. I think I gave you just a tiny little taste of the weeks to come hmm? Now, let’s go over the contract together, shall we?”
The contract ended up to be pretty standard, nothing you’ve never seen before, except for the exclusive part. You’re bound to Jimin for three shoots exclusively, and over the span of these shoots, you’re not allowed to take on any other projects, and neither is he. As for the actual script and content of each shoot, Jimin left it open to negotiation. But having spent the past few years doing every single porn cliché imaginable, you’re pretty much fresh out of ideas and don’t really mind leaving it up to Jimin, as long as he runs it through you for your approval first. A part of you is actually even a little curious to see what he can cook up that he hasn’t already done.
And with that, you’d just entered an exclusive contract with your nemesis, the man you swore you’d never fuck. He’d turned you down all those years ago and left you high and dry, what’s to say that he won’t do the same again this time? For years after you’d cringe at yourself when you look in the mirror, forced yourself to fight through the crippling panic attacks before every single shoot as his words come to mind again and again.
Everyone is their own worst critic, but your own self-degradation is only bolstered by the ghost of his words uttered when you were at your lowest. Even the memory of letting someone see you at your most desperate and dire causes a physical shudder to run through your body. Never again will you be in such a position.
But at least now if he decides to revert back to his arrogant self again, you’ll be protected by the contract you signed. You’ll make sure to sue his balls off.
When Jimin emails you the first script, you’re too shocked for words when you read through it. It’s nothing he’s ever done before, at least not from what you remember. The premise is you as a high end prostitute being rented out exclusively by CEO Jimin, only he’s found out that you’ve been seeing other customers behind his back. His lines are definitely not soft-core, nowhere near it. It is degrading, slightly humiliating, and there is plenty of name calling.
Just the thought of letting Jimin have the upper hand in this scene brings back all the unpleasant memories, and bile threatens to rise in your throat. It seems like he wasn’t joking when he said he likes to dominate his girls. You know you could always just write him back and tell him that it’s too much, too fast for you. While Jimin might be an insufferable bastard with the biggest ego you’ve ever seen, he isn’t unprofessional. He’ll change the script if you tell him to, no questions asked.
But a stubborn part of you is desperate to prove to him that the events of five years ago no longer hold any power over you. To show him, and maybe yourself too, that you’ve long ago moved on from it. You don’t want to run from it anymore, and the best way to do it would be to accept this script, willingly put yourself in a subservient position below the man who’d rejected and humiliated you all those years ago.
You sigh and reach for a bottle of wine before you read any further. Why can’t moving past trauma be as easy as finishing an entire bottle of wine by yourself?
Nursing a glass of wine, you read on. The kinks… oh god. Spanking, for one. There’s also a part where you’re required to do a lapdance for him, accompanied with stripping. As you read through both your parts, you try and visualise the entire scene in your head. There’s no way you’ll be able to dance confidently, that’s for sure. The rest of it is a slight stretch, but for now that’s the only change you want to make, and you type back a brief line to Jimin.
And then, there’s nothing left to do but search for strip tease videos and learn the heck out of them.
Doing a shoot with Park Jimin has its perks.
Proper make-up artists, for one. And an actual chair to sit in while your hair and makeup gets done professionally. There’s even a manicurist on call who gives you a quick touch up when she sees your bare nails. And the wardrobe… usually the lingerie that gets shoved at you is two sizes too small, scratchy and doesn’t fit well, and even once or twice looks like it hasn’t been washed. But today the stylists prepared a custom fit scarlet lace bralette that supports you just right, enhancing your natural cleavage and making you more confident than you’ve ever been about your tits. The lace of it just skims your waist, accentuating the petite curve of it, while the low rise panties come with matching garters. You’re also given a black lace see through cardigan to drape over your shoulders, and overall the entire outfit is very tasteful, very much your style of not exposing too much skin.
As you sit in the chair and go over the script one last time, you can’t help but feel the nerves right in the pit of your stomach. The makeup artists are working their magic on you, transforming you into an entirely different person altogether, so when you look at yourself in the mirror, it feels foreign. After they’re done, you ask to be left alone just for a moment so you can calm yourself down.
“Hey… how’re you doing?” Wendy approaches you and places her hands on your shoulders from behind. “Okay? Nervous?”
You put on a brave smile for her, meeting her eyes in the mirror. “No, not nervous. I mean, maybe a little.”
“It’s normal,” she reassures you, kneading your shoulders to get at the tense knots. “You’ve never done something so… intense. Actually, I was surprised you even accepted it in the first place.”
You give her a muted shrug as you focus on looking through your script. You haven’t seen Jimin since stepping on set, assuming that he is off somewhere also getting his hair and makeup done.
The director’s assistant pops her head in soon after to let you know that it’s time for the preliminary lighting checks. Placing your script on the table in front of you, you take a deep breath, meeting your own eyes in the mirror once more before sliding your feet into your four inch black heels that you’d been given and making your way to the main set area.
Today’s set is simple- what looks like the interior of a bachelor’s pad. The first scene takes place in the living room over the sofa, and you wait awkwardly by the side for the director’s cue. You notice Jimin laughing and joking with him from afar, giving him a brief side hug before he notices you staring at him and makes his way over.
“Morning,” your co-star greets you with a lazy half smile, and you wobble on your heels, nearly twisting an ankle. Irritated with yourself, you bite your lip hard.
Jimin reaches out to steady you with his hands on your waist through the flimsy material of your cardigan, and when he sees what you’re wearing, he raises an eyebrow in approval. He doesn’t take his hands off your waist, seeing it fit to pull you into his body so that you can feel his hips against yours. You can feel the ice cold metal of his rings on your skin, and it makes you shiver. Jimin doesn’t look all that different since he is wearing a suit, but his hair is slicked back and his makeup dark and smouldering. He exudes an aura of power and control.
“Morning,” you mutter back, taking a step away from him and averting your gaze to calm your racing heart.
Jimin lets you go with a chuckle, but then he glances down at your heels. “Are those bothering you? You should take them off if it’s uncomfortable.”
A little taken aback at his sudden concern, you glance down at your feet. “It’s fine. Maybe later, during the strip tease. For this scene I won’t really be standing much anyway.”
Jimin hums an agreement as he absent mindedly plays with his rings, briefly directing his attention to the set technicians as they adjust the lighting and check the camera angles. Having his eyes off you sets you at ease a little, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, causing Jimin to turn to you.
“You look a little tense,” he comments, noting your crossed arms and hunched shoulders. “Was there anything else you wanted me to change in the script? I’m still open to last minute changes. Don’t force yourself to do anything you’re not comfortable with. I’m serious about that, I’ll handle everything with the director, so don’t hesitate.”
At the mention of the director, you turn your head toward where he is currently surrounded by a few script writers. This director is known for being short tempered and very direct, although of course Jimin has an excellent relationship with him. The director probably doesn’t even know who you are, doesn’t care about a nobody like you.
“Nothing?” Jimin raises his eyebrows. “Last chance to cop out before you forget everything but my name.”
The bastard is grinning like a Cheshire cat now, and in spite of your nerves, it actually sets you at ease to see Jimin acting the way you’ve always known him to be.
“Please. I think it’s you who should be nervous,” you roll your eyes at him, glancing at his crotch pointedly. The material of his dress pants are dark so you can’t really tell if he’s hard or not. “Little Park up to the task today? Or maybe you need me to flash you first? Are you gonna cum once you see my tits?”
The back and forth banter feels familiar. It feels right.
“Are you offering a sneak peek? I’m not in a position to turn that down, although…” Jimin actually reaches forward to grab your hand and pull it to his crotch, and you gasp when you’re met with his semi-erect state. “I’ll make you eat your words today.”
The playful glint in his eyes makes you forget about everything you were nervous about.
“Maybe you should have written in some against the wall action,” you direct your gaze down to his covered thighs. “Your thighs and ass look like they need some work.”
Jimin just laughs as if the thought had never occured to him before. He does suppose his ass has got a little flat recently... and Jimin can think of more than one way to get his famous bubble butt back. One that involves you being naked, on his back while he does some squats.
“You’ll be seeing plenty of my ass and thighs, I assure you,” he lowers his voice as his lips brush against the shell of your ear.
One of the assistant producers directs you on set, and you walk ahead of Jimin and take up your opening position against the back of the sofa. Jimin follows and crowds up against you, every inch of his body against yours as you spread your thighs to accommodate him. He presses his nose into the crook of your neck, his hand running up your side and lifting your cardigan so that your ass is exposed. He cups your cheek with his other hand, and up close like this, it’s actually quite magical to witness Park Jimin getting into character.
All traces of humour and boyish playfulness fades, and in its place is a poker face: eyes hard and unforgiving, jaw clenched with a muscle that jumps in his cheek. His grip around your waist is punishing and no doubt leaving finger marks, yet the way he strokes your cheek is completely opposite; a gentle caress with his thumb on your chin, playing with your bottom lip. Your heart skips a beat from how cold his gaze is.
The director gives his approval for the cameras to start rolling. “Scene one, action!”
“My favourite whore,” Jimin mumbles with a slow smile, eyes dipping down to appreciate your cleavage from his vantage point. His hand leaves your cheek to tangle in your hair, giving it a few firm tugs as the camera focuses on your side profiles. “I’ve missed that mouth of yours around my cock so much.”
He reaches to push the lace cardigan off your shoulders, and it falls to your feet, exposing you to the camera and also to his gaze. Wearing a devious smirk, you let one bra strap fall off your shoulder. “I missed you too, Mr Park.”
“Oh really?” He comments with a raised eyebrow when the other strap falls down too, and you lean forward to show off your cleavage to the camera circling the both of you. “Then maybe you’d care to explain why one of my acquaintances just bragged to me mere hours ago about fucking that sweet pussy of yours?”
As the script calls, you freeze immediately in his gaze. But there is no need for you to put on any sort of pretense, because the look on Jimin’s face is enough to make your heart skip a few beats. He looks genuinely displeased, unimpressed with the little show you’re putting on for him that it makes you doubt if you’re doing a good job at playing the sultry prostitute or not.
He makes his way over to the couch, sitting with his thighs spread, motioning you to stand in between them.
“I-I wasn’t, Mr Park, I just-“
“Save it, dollface,” he waves your excuse away with a disappointed sigh. His eyes travel the length of your body passively. “The terms and conditions of being my whore were clear, were they not? Surely even a slut that’s as cock hungry as you would understand how many girls out there would kill to be my personal fuck toy. I don’t share my toys, and I don’t fuck sloppy seconds either.”
Jimin waits a beat or two before he continues, his voice now a low growl. “Take your panties off, turn around, and bend over. I want to see your pussy.”
Trembling in your heels, you do as he says, inching the lace fabric down over your hips as the camera relocates behind you. The humiliation that burns on your cheeks is real even though you keep reminding yourself that it’s just a scene. You bend over so that your chest touches your thighs, putting yourself fully on display for him. You can only imagine what kind of view the camera; and by extension, Jimin, is getting now.
“Spread your lips with your fingers. Let me see inside,” he demands, and you reach back to pull apart your already damp pussy lips with both hands.
“Look at that,” Jimin marvels. “Didn’t even bother to clean up before you came over to fuck me. What a fucking cumslut you are, you let him cum in your pussy? You think you could fool me? Make me take disgusting sloppy seconds?”
There is a hitch in your breath when Jimin goes slightly off script, mentioning cum that isn’t in your pussy. Thankfully you aren’t too far gone to think on your feet. “N-no Sir! I made him use a condom.”
A sudden sharp sting on your ass elicits a cry from you.
“It still doesn’t excuse your behaviour. In case you forgot, I’ll remind you again. Your. Pussy. Is. Mine.” Jimin punctuates each word with a slap, causing you to wobble on your heels as your walls clench around nothing. “Dripping for me already?”
You can feel your pussy start to drip down your inner thighs, and a blush heats up your cheeks involuntarily.
“Why don’t you get on my thigh and show me how sorry you are, and maybe I’ll consider letting you suck my cock. And lose the bra.”
Scrambling to kick off your underwear, you turn around to face Jimin again, and he is leaning back against the sofa, a proud smirk on his lips as he spreads his thighs invitingly. You manage to take a few steps towards him before Jimin grabs your waist and pulls you down, situating his firm, thick thigh right against your bare center. Embarrassingly, you can feel yourself start to soak through his dress pants almost immediately as he watches your chest heave with an unimpressed raise of his eyebrow.
Jimin tugs down the lace cups of your bra to expose your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly. “What’s a slut like you doing wearing underwear? Cumwhores like you should go around with a bare pussy, since you like cock so much, hmmm? Don’t you think?”
With his hands around your hips securing you on his lap, Jimin makes eye contact with you for a brief second to check your reaction. Imperceptibly, his thumb brushes against your skin softly, and the touch reassures you that it’s all just for the camera, and you relax slightly.
“Yes, sir,” you whisper as you arch your hips up, showing the camera your pussy and Jimin’s soaked lap.
“Good girl, now grind like you mean it,” Jimin spits onto your right nipple, watching perversely as his saliva drips over your erect bud, soaking the red lace.
With a moan, you begin to work your hips against his thigh, feeling his muscles tense to give you just the right amount of friction. Your clit rubs against him just right, and Jimin reaches down to spank your ass before he gropes it lewdly.
“That’s it… fuck, I knew a whore like you’d be good at this. Show me how much you want my cock. Look at your dirty pussy, you made such a mess of me.” He spreads your ass cheeks apart to show the camera your tight asshole, and you lift your hips for a moment to grant your poor clit some reprieve before you cum prematurely like a rookie. Jimin reprimands you with a sharp slap. “Did I say you could stop, whore?”
With a barely concealed whimper, you lower your cunt onto his thigh and start to grind again, but Jimin shoves you off roughly, and you land on the couch with your thighs spread, pussy already red and swollen. Jimin pushes himself to his feet with a disappointed sigh as he looks at you, utterly unimpressed as he delivers a spank to your clit, followed by three more. You sob and cry for mercy, thighs quivering as you jerk and wriggle on the couch, trying to close your legs.
“Keep your fucking legs spread, or I’ll have to tie you to a spreader bar,” Jimin growls as he digs his nails into the soft flesh of your inner thigh. His eyes are hard, cruel and cold as he spanks you a few more times. “Sluts like you should know how to keep their legs spread right?”
“Please, Sir, please,” you pant and whine, tears gathering in the corner of your eyes as he soothes the crescent shaped indents with a caress.
“Give me one reason why you deserve my cock. A dirty little whore like you who fucks every man she meets.” Jimin slaps your clit again before spitting at it in disgust. You can feel his saliva on your clit, dripping down over your slit. “That’s all you are; a desperate, cock hungry slut.”
“M-make it yours,” you gasp, thighs trembling in Jimin’s grasp even as your breath comes in uneven heaves, cheeks burning in humiliation that is all too real. “Make my cunt yours, Sir.”
“Should I?” Jimin pretends to consider for a moment, and the ice cold sensation of his rings against your skin are the only thing keeping you sane right now. Your cunt is throbbing, desperate for any kind of relief, you are covered in sweat, tears and Jimin’s spit, utterly wrecked and he hasn’t even taken off a single article of clothing yet. “We’ll see how well you suck cock, whore. Get up.”
“And cut!” The director calls an end to the first scene, and Jimin immediately releases his grip on your thighs.
The director’s voice is like a wakeup call, and you take in the sight of the cameras and crew surrounding you with a renewed clarity. The cut came at a good time; for a moment there you almost forgot that this is merely a scene from a porn script, and it’s never happened to you before. Your breaths are coming in harsh pants and you recognise that you are about to hyperventilate if you don’t regulate your breathing soon.
You push yourself to a seating position and close your thighs, taking a moment to regain your senses as Jimin crouches in front of you. He is fussing with a tissue at your tearstained cheeks even though there are two make-up artists hovering behind him, and you are thrown off by this 180 degree change.
“I didn’t hurt you did I?” Jimin frowns as he glances at your thighs. “I cut my nails this morning, but…”
“I’m fine,” your voice is wobbly as you push his hand away and get to your feet, stepping around him and letting the makeup artists do their thing. Letting your impeccable mask slide back into place as the tears are sponged off your face. A few swipes of a brush here and there, and they step back. And you are good as new. No sign whatsoever to indicate that you were this close to almost breaking into tears.
Jimin is still way too close for comfort, you feel as if having him look at you up close like this is enough for him to realise how affected you were by that scene. And that’s not something you’re willing to divulge just yet.
Jimin looks as if he’s about to protest, but then the director cuts in, ordering everyone to move to the bedroom for the next scene. You start to walk towards the set, but Jimin stops you with a hand on your wrist.
“Hey, look at me. Are you okay? I need to know before we go any further,” his grip on you is insistent as he pins you in place with his eyes. “This is a rough scene and I need you to tell me when you need a break or if it gets too much.”
Jimin is genuinely concerned as he searches your expression, refusing to relinquish his grip on you till you give him an answer. He doesn’t seem to care that the director is left waiting on the new set; all his attention is focused on you only.
“The dialogue was a little much,” you admit as you look away from him, crossing your arms over your naked chest self-consciously. The thought of admitting just how much it affected you nearly makes you sick to your stomach. “But it’s fine. I just need to get used to it.”
Jimin releases a breath as he nods to himself. “Good. And also- I should have asked you this earlier, but my partners and I have a signal we use for each other during scenes to act as a non-verbal safeword. Are you familiar with that kind of practice?”
You hesitate a little before answering, since it’s hard to reconcile this Jimin with the domineering, cold man just moments ago. Also, you’ve never done shoots that even came close to requiring such a protocol. “No. I can’t say I’m very familiar with that.”
“Just touch my earlobe once if you need to slow down. Twice to stop completely.” He says as he begins to lead you to the bedroom. “In my shoots, my girls have all the power. Just one word from them and everything stops. I’m serious, ______.”
Thrown off by how seriously he takes all this, you take a seat on the foot of the bed first. Hearing him refer to you as ‘his girl’ admittedly makes you a little giddy, and what makes it worse is when Jimin kneels down between your thighs with one hand stroking your knee, eyes fixed on you intently as he studies your expression. You’d never expected this degree of attention and concern from your co-star, but it seems as if your pre-conceived notions about Park Jimin may have been wrong.
You’re aware that every single pair of eyes in the room is on you, waiting for your signal to go ahead. Suddenly you don’t feel like the no-name extra on set any more like you’re used to. Even the director himself looks concerned as he strides over to check if everything is alright, calling over a few scriptwriters too. It’s clear that they are all waiting for your approval to go ahead, and you just barely hear Jimin’s voice when he checks in with you.
“Hey, you okay? Get her some water,” he says to an assistant, but you wave her away.
“I’m fine, it’s fine,” you scramble to reassure everybody. “We can continue, really. I’m good.”
“You sure?” Jimin confirms one last time, and you reply with a nod. Then, all the crew and the director return to their assigned spots, and you shift off the bed onto your knees to prepare for the next scene.
Jimin positions himself in front of you so that his crotch is directly at eye level, and you realise that he’s only half hard. It must have been all the delay in between scenes, but when you consider helping him out, Jimin looks down at you, and you can feel his eyes appraising every inch of your body.
“You look so good down there on your knees. Can I?” Jimin palms himself with one hand and the other reaches down, gently cupping your breast when you nod.
The cameras aren’t even rolling yet, and the director is busy checking some camera angle, so you whisper-hiss at Jimin, “what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” He shrugs nonchalantly, rolling a nipple between his fingers and tugging at it, letting it go to watch how your breast bounces. “I’m getting myself hard. Usually I’d sneak a pill right about now, but with you around I don’t think I need it. Maybe you’re my Viagra.”
“Gee, thanks, what an honour,” you grumble under your breath, but you can’t really complain because his warm hands feel quite nice on your skin. The air conditioning is ramped up on set, so your skin feels a little chilly, but Jimin continues to massage and tweak your nipples, and you can feel yourself start to drip onto the floor, shifting from your position to rub your thighs together.
His knowing, cocky grin irks the shit out of you as he switches to the other breast, abandoning his grip on his dick to push both tits together as he admires your cleavage. “Y’know, I think I’ll write in some titty fucking in the next one. What do you think about that?”
“Let’s see if you even have that much dick first,” you quip back at him just as the director calls for everyone to be on standby.
“Rolling for scene two, let’s go!”
Immediately Jimin’s face shuts down into a cold, sombre expression as he slaps your breasts hard. You feel the heavy weight of them swinging under his gaze as he buries one hand into the hair at the base of your neck as he tugs your head up to look at him.
“Take me out. No hands, use that filthy mouth of yours, whore,” Jimin’s voice is bone-chillingly sharp, and you rush to do as he says.
Undoing his dress pants and dragging down his zipper with your teeth is something you’re practically an expert at, having done it for practically every single shoot since you started porn. It’s part of the niche that you carved for yourself as the innocent, angel incarnate. You can tell that Jimin is slightly surprised at how fast you are and how easily you drag his pants down to reveal his fully hard cock by the slight widening of his eyes before he covers it up by slapping his cock against your cheek, leaving a sticky trail of precum.
You can see the pleasure in his face when he drags his cock all over your face, ruining your makeup as he slaps his cock against your cheek several times. You open your mouth for him, showing him your tongue as Jimin buries his cock into your mouth at an angle, pushing against the side of your mouth and thrusting a few times so that your cheek protrudes obscenely. Then he lies his dick on the centre of your face so that your mouth touches his balls and his tip is leaking onto your forehead, precum dripping down your skin. This is ultimate degradation, your face is used as nothing but a bed for his cock.
“Lick my balls like the cockslut you are. Don’t miss a single inch, bitch.”
You comply and lave his balls with your tongue reverently, taking them into your mouth as Jimin spreads his thighs for the camera to get a good view. You take one of them into your mouth and suck on it, wishing you could play with the other one with your hands. He feels big in your mouth, heavy on your tongue as you roll him around, coating his balls in saliva. Jimin pulls your head away and pushes his cockhead against your lips, demanding you to open up for him.
You part your lips and he slides in almost immediately, sinking all the way into your throat without a warning. He may not be as big as some of your other co-stars you’ve had before, but damn is he thick. Your eyes water immediately and you gag a little, to which Jimin grunts in approval as he strokes your cheek.
“Choking already? Shouldn’t a whore like you do better than that? Show me how well you can suck dick, I know you’re better than this.”
You glance up to meet Jimin’s eyes directly- with the camera focusing on your face, Jimin lets his stone cold expression loosen a little as he raises an eyebrow- issuing you a direct challenge. Somehow the mischievous spark in his eyes motivates you to reduce him to nothing but a whining, moaning mess just with your mouth, so you force down your gag reflex and start sucking him as if your life depends on it.
Spit and saliva is everywhere- all over his dick, covering your chin, dripping down to your breasts- but you don’t give in as you deepthroat him completely, swallowing a few times before pulling back and running your tongue along the veins of his cock. Jimin is so thick that your jaw actually starts to ache, but a tiny little flicker in his expression when you let his head touch the back of your throat spurs you on. Somewhere in the distance you can hear the director’s approval, but all you can concentrate on is the sloppy sounds emanating from your own mouth, and Jimin’s dark, heady gaze trained on you as he supports your head with his hand, gathering your hair into a messy ponytail.
He is biting his lip hard, a surefire sign that you’re affecting him at least a little bit. Jimin, for his part, is doing his best to fuck your throat evenly and keep his expression unreadable, but when your throat closes and grips his dick, he has to pull you off his cock before he loses his load way too early.
Jimin can see the look of triumph on your face as you pant for air, lipstick smeared around your lips and mascara running down your cheeks. He grips his dick at the base hard, breathing heavily for a few moments to regain control before he bends down to grab you by the waist, tossing you onto the bed.
“Arch for me,” Jimin whispers just under his breath, palm smoothing along the dip in your back. There is a grunt of approval when you push your ass out for his viewing pleasure. “I knew you were good with that mouth, but your punishment isn’t over yet, baby.”
A visible shudder runs throughout your entire frame at the unexpected nickname, exacerbated by the way Jimin strokes the small of your back almost reverently. He spreads your ass cheeks apart to appraise your most intimate parts, and he chuckles when he sees your dripping pussy.
“So here’s what’s going to happen next,” Jimin palms a handful of your ass as he strokes his dick with the other. “I’m going to spank this pretty ass, and you’re not allowed to make a single noise. If you do, there will be consequences.”
Your cheek against the mattress, ass up high for Jimin, you can feel yourself start to drip down your thigh. “Wh-what consequences, Sir?”
Jimin makes no answer, but suddenly you feel the blunt head of his cock against your unlubed asshole, and you pretend to whine and wriggle away from his grasp.
“No, Sir please, please not there,” you are struggling as Jimin grips your waist and pulls you against him just as the script calls for.
“It starts now, slut. Every little noise you make means one inch in your tight ass.” Jimin pulls your cheeks apart to see the head of his cock pressed against your asshole, and he delivers a slap to your right cheek before he leans down so that his tongue traces your earlobe. “I’ll go up to fifteen today, I think. And as much as I’d like to tear that pretty ass open… I’d advise you to keep quiet, dollface.”
Jimin has one hand on the base of his cock, the other alternating between your left and right cheeks, so that your skin burns a bright red with every strike. You can feel Jimin actually putting in his full effort with every slap, not the kind of half-hearted pretending that you’re used to with your co-stars. On his seventh slap you can’t help but cry out into the sheets, the burn on your skin radiating right down to your clit, and Jimin clucks his tongue in disappointment.
“We were so close too…” Jimin sighs as he taps his cock few times at your tight entrance, and you sob in response, clenching your muscles automatically. You can feel Jimin chuckle in amusement as he draws his cock away for a brief moment, and you hear him spit, before feeling a wet and warm substance drip down your asshole. He spreads it around a little with the head of his cock, and despite your scripted pleas and cries, Jimin pushes his cock into your barely lubed ass.
“How’s that feel, slut?” He murmurs as he caresses your bright red and sore ass.
All you have is his saliva and precum lubing you up, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. You can feel Jimin’s tender touches on your waist as his way of checking in with you, and the minute action sets you at ease even though you can’t see or touch him to activate your safeword.
“It-it hurts, Sir,” your voice is a low sob as you bury your cheek into the soft bedding, amidst all your arousal, it’s a wonder how you can still remember your lines.
“Then you’ll keep that slutty mouth of yours shut the next time,” Jimin responds with another strike, and this time he can feel the way your muscles clench around his cock, and he swears under his breath, grabbing a handful of your ass to keep him grounded. “Fuck, I can feel your tight little ass around my cock. What a disgusting whore you are, so desperate to get fucked up the ass, hmm?”
Jimin spits again, and his saliva lands right on his cock buried in your ass. He withdraws the tip just a little to work his spit into your ass, as he delivers more spanks. You manage to bite back your cries until the twelfth strike, where you barely whimper against the sheets, but Jimin’s keen ears pick it up. His hips work to drive his cock another inch into your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so that the camera captures every sordid detail.
His cock isn’t the biggest you’ve ever taken, but having him slowly go deeper into your ass like this somehow makes it feel as if he’s stretching you out so good. Your muscles are trembling and you can barely remember to keep your back arched for the camera and Jimin, but if he feels this big in your ass only two inches in, how is he going to feel when he’s balls deep? You clench involuntarily around him on that thought, and a part of you is tempted to just fuck the script and make him bury himself inside your ass fully.
Jimin completes the fifteen slaps sooner than you would have liked, and he rewards you with a kiss between your shoulder blades as he smooths his hands over your ass, pulling his dick out slowly to watch your ass gape for him and the camera.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. Turn around and legs spread, whore, I want to fuck you now,” Jimin climbs onto the bed on his knees, hand on his cock guiding himself to your soaked entrance.
His hands grip the back of your knees, forcing your thighs apart for him as he sinks his cock into your pussy. The burn of his penetration nearly makes your eyes roll back into your head- the satisfying girth of him stretches you wide in ways that you’ve never felt before. Jimin works his way deep into your pussy with small strokes, finally bottoming out with your legs on his shoulders and his balls against your ass.
“How are you so fucking tight still? After fucking so many men,” Jimin grunts as he secures your thighs against his chest, leaning over your body and folding you in half. “How many cocks have you had other than mine? Answer me!”
His mouth is against your neck, teeth sinking into your flesh as he marks you. Between his deep thrusts hitting your cervix and his hands around your neck, the cold metal of his rings digging into your skin, it’s all you can do to summon your lines from the recesses of your memory. “Just o-one Sir, I swe-ar, please.”
“Stupid fucking whore,” he growls as he slaps your cheek hard. “How dare you fucking lie to me? Your slutty pussy needs to be stuffed with cock all the time, and you dare tell me you only fucked one other man? I’ll say it was at least five. Five cocks have been in this whore cunt. Tell me, did you make them take turns? Or did you get fucked by two dicks at once?”
“I di-didn’t, please, I’m sorry Sir,” your voice comes in sobs and whines. You scrabble for purchase against his still clothed torso, and you wish you could feel his heated skin under your fingers, mark him with your nails.
“Did you let them cum inside?” Jimin demands again, drawing back and pushing your thighs to your chest so that he can see his cock spreading your pussy lips apart, see your tiny little clit practically begging for attention. “Tell me!”
“No, I didn’t,” you answer him immediately, and something about the possessiveness of his voice seems a little too real, the jealous glint in his eyes that fuels his anger sends a very real thrill that sings through your veins. All you can see is his dark eyes as he fucks into you with his cock, and it is a gaze that is all-consuming, a gaze that makes you forget about all the cameras and the crew, erases them from the background until it is just you and him alone.
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll fuck all their cum out of you,” Jimin holds your legs apart as he drives himself deeper into your cunt, stopping when he’s balls deep. “No one can ever fuck you as deep and hard as I can.”
The sounds of skin against skin resonates throughout the set, accompanied by your whines and sobs as Jimin sneaks a hand down to rub your clit even though it isn’t in the script. Caught unaware by his sudden move, it sends you over the edge as you orgasm around him, walls clenching deliciously and body contorting under his grip, screaming his name. He fucks you through your orgasm without missing a beat, and you moan and thrash under his grip from overstimulation, but Jimin only grips your waist with both hands.
“Take it, fucking take my cock, you whore,” he demands as sweat drips down his forehead. “I’m gonna cum so deep inside your pussy, and you’re taking every drop. After that you’re going to walk out of here with cum dripping down your thighs so that everyone knows what a cum slut you are. My favourite little cumslut.”
His thrusts are getting harder and sloppier as a few assistants crowd around behind him, ready to deliver the fake cumshot, but Jimin waves them away impatiently. He can feel his balls churning with the biggest load of his life, and with the camera trained on your bouncing tits, he glances at the director to let him know he’s ready. With the director’s go ahead, he skips to his final few lines just before he cums.
“You ready for my cum, slut? Say it, I want to hear you beg me to cum inside you.” Jimin slaps your cheek once with measured strength. “Fucking beg, or else I’ll finish all over your tits instead.”
“Fuck, no please, don’t cum on my tits,” your mouth is open, clinging on to Jimin’s shoulders as he fucks you into the bed, pounding your cunt with every last bit of strength he has. “In my pussy, please cum in my pussy. I want it, so fucking bad, please sir!”
Jimin is apparently pleased with your begging, and he rewards you with a rare smile, stroking your cheek to soothe the stinging slap he gave you earlier. “Good girl… that’s my cumslut.”
You glance down to where his cock is fucking in and out of your pussy, and Jimin focuses the rest of his attention to hitting you as deep as possible, throwing his head back and letting out a strangled moan as he cums deep inside you, filling you with warm, real cum for the first time in any of your shoots. The real stuff feels so good, so wet and messy, and Jimin’s cock twitching against your walls feels intimate as he thrusts to prolong his orgasm.
From your vantage point you have a front row seat to watch Park Jimin as he revels in his pleasure, and everything from his moans to the way he throws his head back is entirely intoxicating, and you find yourself squeezing your walls around him to prolong his pleasure.
“Fuck, that’s my whore,” he pants as he slowly comes back to his senses, allowing the camera to zoom in on your cunt as he slowly slips out of your used core.
Following the tradition of every one of his videos, Park Jimin gets on his elbows and spreads your pussy lips wide, showing off the globs of real cum that drip from your center as you squeeze your walls to make it even messier. He whispers praise against your skin as he dips two fingers into the unholy mess and coats your clit with it, rubbing you to a final orgasm that makes you whimper and moan, fingers clutching the sheets and hips bucking under his grasp.
“And that’s a cut! Well done everyone!” The director interrupts with a gleeful clapping of his hands, but to your surprise, Jimin doesn’t move from his position between your thighs, not even when his manager comes up behind him with his robe and a bottle of water.
He is still staring at his cum leaking in a steady stream from your pussy, running his fingers through it and playing with your folds with an intrigued look on his face. When you make a move to get up, he glances at you first, then at his manager.
“Hyung, just give me a minute?” Jimin directs this at Sejin, and the older man looks a little confused, but nods and turns away. Around the two of you, all the crew is starting to dismantle the equipment and hurrying around, but Jimin remains focused on you. “Can I?”
“C-can you… what?” Now that the scene is over and the cameras are off, it’s as if the spell has been broken, you are once again self-conscious and all too aware of how vulnerable you seem to be around this man. When Jimin dips his eyes to your pussy and back up to your eyes, your heart nearly stops in your chest. He can’t possibly be… why would he want to…?
“Can I?” Jimin strokes his thumbs against your inner thighs softly, placing a gentle kiss on one side as he licks his lips. “Please? I really want to.”
Breathless, you nod at him, afraid that one more word out of you will make Jimin realise exactly what he’s offering to do, and that he’ll snap out of his lust induced haze. And then gone will be that genuine smile that lights up his entire face, only to be replaced by the condescending smirk that you know all too well.
Jimin starts with wet kisses on both inner thighs, kissing his way to your soaked lips as he begins to gently lick up his spilled cum, gathering it with his fingers to make sure he gets every last drop. This is the scene that you’d been waiting for all this time, clicked through nearly a hundred of his videos in vain. But nothing could compare to seeing it live and up close in person like this. Watching him eat you out when there are no cameras around is strangely intimate, what’s even weirder is the way he maintains eye contact as he continues to suck at your clit, his own cum smeared around his lips as he eats your pussy as if it’s the best dessert in the world.
“Delicious,” he draws back and wipes the back of his mouth with his hand. “Your pussy tastes exactly like how I imagined it. Better with my cum too.”
You clear your throat, still a little sore from deepthroating him earlier as you awkwardly close your legs and scoot away from him, feeling a burning desire to get as far away from this damned man as you can before he sees right through you. “Do you do that with all your co-stars?”
“Would you be jealous if I did?” He shoots you a cocky little wink as he gets to his feet, reaching over to help you up from the bed with his hands around your waist, dipping down to inspect a few bruises on your neck with his fingers. His touches are so gentle and tender that they don’t hurt at all, but you brush him away.
“Jealous? Who? Me?” You laugh it off as Wendy hands you your robe and you snuggle into the warmth of it. As you hide your naked body from his view, your walls come back up, and the defensive mask slides back into place. “You wish, Park. Although I might have to be a little concerned, since fake cum tastes like shit.”
“Well, I wouldn’t know,” he shrugs. “I only eat the real stuff, and it wasn’t bad, for a first taste.”
Jimin lets his eyes linger on yours for a few moments to allow his words sink in before he turns away to pull on a pair of grey sweatpants and perhaps review the footage a little. “Rest well before next week.”
This is just ironic. Plain and simple, Park Jimin is trying to mess with you.
The second script is a cardinal sin. That’s all you can describe it as. Father Park Jimin with a Catholic schoolgirl confessing her sins in a confession booth.
You run your fingers through your hair in distress. Noting that the costume requirements are red plaid skirt and white shirt. As you read through the entire script, it is a short one, but still present are the elements of degradation and humiliation that require you to position yourself as subservient to the man who shattered your hopes and dreams all those years ago.
It must be a coincidence. There’s no way Park Jimin remembers exactly what he said to you all those years ago.
For you, it might have been a life or death experience that remains etched in your memory forever. But for him, it was just another day on another set humiliating some poor rookie.
It’s fine. You did it once before and you survived. So who’s to say you won’t survive this one either? You are stubborn and obstinate, you refuse to write that damn email to Jimin and tell him you can’t do this. So you just have to pussy up and fucking commit to this, dammit. Just two more damn shoots.
You have to give it to him though, he is pretty creative as a scriptwriter himself. Or maybe these are just his lewd fantasises?
Thankfully there’s nothing in this script that requires any preparation, other than learning your lines. Over the next few days as you go about your routine on none schedule days- working out at the gym, indulging in wine and movies, you can’t help but keep the pit of nerves at bay in your stomach. Acknowledging them would give it too much power over you.
When shoot day comes, you nervously change into the outfit provided for you once you reach on set. Donning these clothes bring with them a hoard of heart pounding memories and associations, and it’s all that you can do not to throw up right then and there. You are unusually sweaty as you sit in the chair for hair and makeup.
“Everything okay?” Your makeup artist checks in with you as she powders your nose for the third time. “Nervous?”
You pretend to laugh it off a little. “Yeah, a bit.”
“From what I heard, you and Jimin killed it last shoot,” she grins at you as she replaces the cap on one of her lip glosses. “Don’t need to sweat. Just keep doing whatever you did last time.”
You accept her encouragement with a strained smile even as you stare at yourself in the mirror. From your vantage point, it feels as if you have regressed to that shy, insecure girl from five years ago- you might as well be looking at her now. The same scared expression, except maybe the clothes are better fitting and you’ve definitely grown into your body a little.
“Ready?” The director’s assistant pops her head in with a smile. “We’re all set up and raring to go.”
Shakily, you get up from your chair and follow her with a wobble in your step and an uneven breath. The plaid skirt is tight around your waist and restricts your breathing a little, but you force it to the back of your mind as you see Jimin adjusting his robe. Today he has his hair in a deep side part off his forehead with circle glasses perched at the end of his nose. The rest of him is concealed in long priest robes, and when he spots you, his face lights up.
“______! What do you think of my outfit?” He flourishes his robes and raises his eyebrows. Typical of him to ask someone to tell him how good he looks. Park Jimin looks damn good alright, and he knows it, but it’s not enough unless someone compliments him.
“Very, um… sinful,” you offer him half-heartedly before turning away to let your stylist adjust your hair. You are not in the mood to jibe with him today, even less to stroke his ego.
“What did you think of the script? You didn’t reply to my email, and I realised I don’t have your phone number so I can’t contact you except through your manager, so…” Jimin frowns as he turns to face you. “Ironic, isn’t it?”
His comment catches you off guard. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“Me. Committing a cardinal sin. Like I said all those years ago,” Jimin casually turns to face the set, fluffing his hair with a careless hand. “I’m really getting my just desserts, aren’t I?”
A sharp intake of breath betrays your surprise, and you cross your arms tightly over your chest, wanting so badly to just disappear right at that moment. He remembers? He can’t have. Why would someone like Park Jimin remember some fleeting comment he made about not wanting to fuck a rookie? Sure, it may have cut deep for you, but surely for him it can’t have been that memorable. Is he doing all this just to mess with you? What could he possibly want?
“_____? Why aren’t you saying anything?” Jimin’s expression turns sombre as the cocky look on his face disappears. “Is it the script? Is it too much? I can change it if you need me to-“
“Is this some kind of joke?” You accuse him, deciding to just strike first with aggression rather than risk being ridiculed in front of the entire crew later. “Some kind of sick little torture to recreate… this? For your own twisted pleasure?”
Faced with your overly defensive posture reminds him that he’s not dealing with that girl from five years ago anymore. You have changed, the years hardening you over and coating you in a hard little shell that’s almost impossible to break through. Jimin almost wonders why you always immediately assume that everyone is out to belittle or hurt you, but then he realises with a guilty start that it’s partially his own fault.
Blame it all on the stupid arrogant jerk he was five years ago.
“No, it’s not a joke, and neither is it some petty revenge,” Jimin says as calmly as he can. “I don’t know if its sunken in by now, but I told you before that in my shoots, my girls have all the power. So yes, at surface level it may seem like I’m dominating and humiliating you, but what the camera doesn’t see is that you are the one who controls me. A single word from you and I stop.”
His breath is stuck somewhere in his chest. Never before has he felt so vulnerable in front of someone else. Not only do you seem to throw a wrench in the casual uninterested disposition he’s carved out for himself with it comes to his co-stars, there’s something about the way you truly hold his heart in the palm of your hand, even if you don’t know it yet.
Your eyes are brimming with disbelief, posture still defensive as the director calls for everyone to take their places. But you remain silent, thinking his words over as you heed the instructions given by the crew. Jimin follows you closely till you stop just outside the small wooden confession box.
His hands are slightly sweaty as he steps in front of you. Reaching out slowly, to gauge your reaction, Jimin gently places his hand on your chin to tilt your head up towards him. “I’ve always been a believer in actions speaking louder than words. I know you still think of me as that arrogant small dicked jerk who can’t think about anyone other than himself. But let me prove to you that I’ve changed. That’s why I wrote this scene. I want to show you that you are the one in control of me, not the other way around.”
Looking into your eyes, Jimin can see the residual fear and trauma leftover from that incident all those years ago. Silently he begs for a chance, knowing full well that you could just walk out right now and he can’t do a damn thing. Just one chance for him to remedy his mistakes and prove to you that he’s a changed man.
“Let’s get this over with,” you say as you turn and step inside the box, and Jimin lets out a sigh of relief as a staff member ushers him into the other side.
Your knees are shaking slightly as you perch on the chair inside the confession box. Separating you and Jimin is a mesh screen that obscures most of his features, and on the table in front of you are a few props- some candles, a rosary and a fake Bible that looks almost real.
“Scene one rolling in three, two, one… action!”
You pick up the rosary in front of you, feeling the beads with your fingers as you settle into your role, trying your best to drown out your obsessive thoughts and worries. The dark confession booth lends you some anonymity- you’re sure that the lighting has been purposely fixed so that the camera can only catch a glimpse of your silhouette.
“Father, forgive me, for I have sinned,” you recite your first line, clasping the rosary beads in your hands and bowing your head in repentance. “I have come here to confess, Father, to a terrible sin that has been occupying my mind and soul for the past few weeks.”
“Pray, tell my child. What is bothering you?” Jimin’s low, soothing voice comes from the other side. “The truth shall set you free.”
“In school, I can’t concentrate on the lessons, and in mass, my mind is always somewhere else… lately I’ve been feeling so restless, Father,” you sigh, resting your head in your hands. “My thoughts haven’t exactly been… pure.”
There is a brief noise from the other side, as if Jimin is shifting in his seat. “What kind of thoughts are you having? Child, if you do not come clean with me, I cannot cleanse you of your sins.”
You play it up for the camera as it focuses on your face, wearing an expression of conflict, embarrassment and distress all in one. This script that Jimin wrote really tests your acting abilities. “U-unholy ones, Father. They get worse at night, when it’s just me alone in my bed… I can’t help it, it just gets so unbearable…”
“Child, sins of the flesh are against the Holy Scripture,” Jimin clucks in disappointment, and you can feel his look of disapproval singe your skin directly, even though you can’t even see his face. “What do you do in your bed when you’re all alone? Are you engaging with these unholy thoughts? Come clean with your Father if you want absolution.”
“I…” you swallow hard in embarrassment, pressing your thighs tightly together as you tug your skirt down, playing the role of the innocent school girl. The skirt is barely long enough for you to sit on, so you can feel your ass, left bare by the thong you’re wearing underneath it, come into direct contact with the chair underneath you. “I… I touch myself, Father.”
Another sigh of disappointment from Jimin as you hear him flipping a few pages of the fake Bible. “You have to be more specific, my child. Where do you touch yourself? Tell me, or else I cannot help you, and you shall be damned to Hell.”
“M-my… I touch myself… down there,” you whimper, feeling yourself dampen against your thong as you start to grind into the chair, thighs parting sinfully as the camera relocates itself to between your legs. You give it a few glimpses of your covered core as your hips rotate slowly. “Please don’t make me say any more, Father… it’s so sinful, so embarrassing, and I…”
There is a slam on the other side as if Jimin has closed the Bible forcefully. “A sinful whore like you, embarrassed? I think not. Look at yourself. Confessing to your Father that you touch yourself, and you can’t even bring yourself to say the word ‘pussy’. You think you’re still an innocent little girl, but your actions tell me otherwise. Go on with your confession, slut. We’re not done yet.”
You whimper as your thong is getting more and more soaked, and your breasts are heaving against your tight shirt. “I… I think about it at school too, Father. At mass. I sneak out in the middle to rub myself in the toilet, and then I… I come back to mass. Sweaty and my fingers still sticky.”
“In school too?” Father Jimin’s voice is a low purr now that sends shockwaves all the way to your core, and you can’t help but rub yourself against the chair, legs parting all the way. To a certain extent, the embarrassment on your cheeks is real, for Jimin has yet to touch you or even see you to get you this worked up, and even though you despise it, his degrading and humiliating words only serve to spur you on and add to your performance.
He surely knows how to bring out the best of you.
“What about boys?” Father Jimin suddenly demands. “Do you have a boyfriend? Do you let him touch your sweet little pussy? Put his fingers inside you at mass while you recite the Holy Scripture? Rub your pretty little clit until your sinful mouth cries out? I bet a little slut like you wants all the cock she can get. Tell me, do you lift your little plaid skirt for any boy who passes by?”
Hearing the jealousy and possessiveness in his voice only sends a fresh wave of arousal to soak your panties, and at this point you’re pretty sure that the chair is wet too.
“No! No Father Jimin, no boys,” you beg and plead earnestly. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Jimin makes a low groan in his throat, a noise that makes your nipples ache. “Fuck, then you’re a tease. Nothing but a little cocktease. Look at you. Do you really think I don’t know you’re rubbing your little pussy against the chair while you confess your sins?”
You gasp in shock as the script calls for, hips immediately stilling. “Father Jimin, please, I can’t help myself.”
“If I have any say in it, your sweet pussy will remain pure and untouched except by the Father himself,” Jimin groans lowly from the other side, and you can hear his slight panting. “Tell me, my child. Do you want to receive forgiveness for your carnal sins?”
“Yes,” you gasp immediately, feeling your hips jerk and your clit catch deliciously against the chair through your soaked underwear. “Please, Father forgive me. For I have sinned.”
“Ask and you shall be rewarded, seek and you shall find,” Jimin says as he gets up from his chair. “Bend over the table for me, sweet child.”
Raising yourself on shaky legs, you prop the upper half of your body on the table, back arched as the camera relocates behind you to give Jimin time to cross over from his side of the confession booth. You can feel your thigh high socks rub against each other as your thighs chafe in your impatience.
“Look how slutty you are in your school uniform… fuck, boys would be all over this ass in an instant,” Jimin gives you a harsh spank to your right cheek, and you gasp and writhe under him. “In order for me to rid you of your sins, I have to thoroughly cleanse you here.”
His fingers massage your ass, splitting your cheeks open and revealing your most intimate places to him and the camera. Jimin runs his fingers along your inner thigh, just shy of your thigh high socks, up until he brushes against your swollen pussy lips. The crotch of your little white thong is soaked, and Jimin uses his fingers to push it into your pussy.
“That’s it, sweet child… show Father Jimin all your sins,” he massages your panties deeper into your pussy with two fingers. “Show Father Jimin how sweet your pussy looks when its stuffed.”
“Father,” you whine low in your throat, wiggling your ass against his thighs. To which he responds with a sharp spank on your left cheek that smarts.
“On your knees, harlot,” Father Jimin commands, pulling you off the table by your hair and taking a seat on your chair, spreading his legs. “I think you need a taste of the Holy Staff to cleanse that impure mouth of yours.” He parts his robes to reveal his dress pants, unzipping and revealing his cock, red and throbbing with precum already leaking out of it. “Time for Holy Communion, my sweet child. Open up wide and receive the gift of Christ.”
You feel the saltiness of his cock against your tongue as he slides in deep, spearing your throat open as he thrusts into your face. Jimin’s balls brush against your chin as you swallow him deep, tears springing to your eyes as he controls your movements with his hand buried in your hair. You are choking and gasping around his cock noisily, and Jimin just eats up every single sound as he continues to ravish your mouth mercilessly.
From his viewpoint, seeing you on your knees has Jimin confident enough that he can muster up two loads for this scene. He just wants to watch your mouth fill with his cum, watch you swallow every drop of his salty essence, and show him your empty mouth after that.
“Suck me, yes, good, just like that, harlot,” Jimin demands as he pushes you down on his cock. “Suck your Father and feel my cum fill your mouth. Swallow down my blessing, so that you may strive for the salvation and absolution that you so seek.”
He can feel you twitch in surprise at the sudden demand for you to swallow his cum, but you sink down on his cock readily, looking up at him with wide and innocent eyes that nearly makes him blow his load right then and there. He looks off to the side to the director to gain his approval before Jimin starts to thrust again, feeling his balls tighten. With a strangled groan, Jimin feels his cock swell in your perfect mouth between those red lips, and he unleashes a torrent of bitter, salty cum into your mouth, swearing as you suckle on his cock like an infant, coaxing every drop from him.
“Swallow every drop,” Jimin pulls away from your mouth, his spent length twitching. You flash him a naughty little smirk as you clean a drop of cum from your mouth salaciously, opening your mouth to show him the reservoir of cum inside before your throat swallows, and you show him your empty mouth.
“Enough, harlot,” he declares as he pulls you up. Jimin watches as you pant desperately for air, tear stained cheeks and precum staining your chin. “You have dabbled in impure and unholy thoughts, my child. Sins of the flesh must be purified, for your body is a gift from God and not a receptacle for lust. Your body must be kept pure and untouched except for the man God intends you to marry and have babies with.”
Jimin leans back, thighs spread as his eyes linger over your thighs. “Sweet child, have you followed the rules of the Catholic Church? Are you on birth control, or any form of contraception that isn’t allowed by the Church?”
“N-no, Father,” you whimper. “My body is pure and untouched, as nature intended it to be.”
A pleased yet somehow also wicked smile crosses his face, but vanishes just a second later. “Good, my child. Be seated on your Father’s lap.”
“And cut!” The director yells, and Jimin lets go of you immediately, his spent length limp against his inner thigh. You turn around to watch a stylist clean him up carefully, an odd sensation in your throat when you see how unbothered Jimin is as he lets random strangers touch his soft cock.
Jimin is coated in a thin sheen of sweat, his thick, plush lips parted and looking like the devil himself as he gulps down some water that someone hands him, running his hand through his sweat soaked hair. Droplets of water travel down his neck as he drinks carelessly from the bottle, and you can feel your core pulse painfully. He catches you looking at him as an assistant sponges his soft cock, and he raises his eyebrows before glancing down at his crotch.
You step outside to have a few breaths of fresh air.
Jimin looks over at you as his stylist removes his circle glasses for a polish. “Doing okay? First half was intense.”
In your mind’s eye you have no doubt that you look wrecked beyond belief. Cheeks flushed with arousal, nipples hard and straining against your thin shirt- they didn’t give you a bra today- and you try and tamp down your embarrassment, replacing it with professionalism instead as you give him a taciturn nod. “Was alright.”
Someone hands you a bottle of water and you gulp gratefully. You can feel the wet stickiness between your thighs start to drip, and hope to whatever deity residing above you that Jimin can’t smell it.
“You were doing great,” Jimin says unexpectedly, getting up and tucking himself back into his pants just for modesty’s sake, especially as he moves closer to you. “Really got me so fucking turned on without even seeing you.” With his nose and lips dangerously close to your neck, you can feel your heart pounding against your ribs. “Now I know why you’re so good at what you do. The innocent yet naughty thing really works for you.” Jimin gives you his greasy little smile that doesn’t make you feel as disgusted as you thought you would be and is almost… endearing?
And as a scriptwriter he knew perfectly well what kind of role would suit you. You didn’t see it before, but you’re able to show off your innocent charm in the best ways possible with this script, and Jimin as an actor complements you perfectly as well.
As much as you try to deny it- you have to admit that this man turns you on. Park Jimin has this intriguing charisma with his offscreen personality that draws you in. Although it’s a whiplash from his cold, domineering onscreen persona, you can’t say that his dominance isn’t equally arousing either- it’s all just so confusing. You never thought you’d enjoy letting the most hated man in your life dominate you, but here you are, getting wet after a few insults from him.
“Can I kiss you?” He says suddenly, and you realise he’s been staring at your lips for a while.
The question shocks you to your core, and you take a step back involuntarily but Jimin follows your body with his, his hand coming around your back, but not touching your skin. Around you, various crew are still running around changing the lighting and modifying the set and doing who knows what, so no one is paying any attention to the two of you. Jimin still holds your hand in his as he stands with his body mere inches away from yours. “Just once. Please.”
You realise you’ve never kissed any of your co-stars before, much less outside of a scene. Jimin looks at you so earnestly that you almost can’t recognise him as the man who so cruelly put you down all those years ago, nor can you reconcile it with your perception of him as a selfish, cold bastard. Your head dips ever so slightly, and Jimin grins as he leans in.
His lips are soft and pleasant against yours, a very relaxed kiss with him leading and his hand soft against your back. It seems to be over far too quickly though, for he pulls back with a genuine smile on his lips.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you that day in the locker room,” he admits as he glances away, rubbing the back of his neck in a gesture that you recognise as embarrassment.
The great Park Jimin, embarrassed? You must be seeing things. He grins at your expression and boldly takes your hand in his, pulling you to feel his crotch where his cock is hard, again. In a mere span of minutes, just from kissing you alone.
Your cheeks heat up, whether in embarrassment, arousal, or flattery, you have no idea. But Park Jimin doesn’t seem the least bit ashamed as he palms his cock with your hand over it, licking his sinful, thick lips as he admires the curve of your neck, the soft flesh that he wants to mark with his teeth.
“It… it wasn’t a bad kiss,” you begrudgingly allow him to grin at your half-hearted compliment. “Not the best, though.”
You feel Jimin chuckle briefly against your neck, his breath skimming your heated skin. “Playing hard to get. I love it. You’re better than Viagra for me, sweetheart.”
Before you can react to the tender nickname, the director calls for everyone to take their places, and you step away from him with your heart pounding, back into your side of the confession booth. Standing in front of the chair as per where you left off last time, you feel more than see Jimin follow you into your side now. His thighs brush against your ass as he sits down, getting his once again hard cock out of his pants before he places his hands on your waist. With your back to him it’s easier to calm your racing heart even as you prepare yourself for the next scene.
“It’s gonna get a little rough from here on, you know that right?” Jimin’s voice is a low murmur as you feel his hands on your waist soothingly. “Just remember you can tap out anytime. You have all the power.”
“Okay.” You turn your cheek to the side to get a glimpse of him smiling back at you. Once the director starts rolling, however, it disappears entirely into a cold mask again, and porn star actor Park Jimin is back.
You turn and step backwards, feeling his hands on your waist guiding you as you start to sit down. His cock brushes against your ass, and you whimper in fear as the script calls, struggling to stand up again.
“Shhhh, my child, do not be afraid, for your Father is here,” Jimin whispers, pulling you firmly down and spreading your thighs for the camera. His sticky cockhead brushes against your inner thighs, and you fight against his strength as Jimin seeks to impale your tiny virgin hole with his cock. “My beautiful child, cursed and sinful harlot, are you ready to receive your anointing? Are you ready for the Holy Spirit to enter your impure body and cleanse you from the inside out?”
Your pussy is still wet and dripping despite the cut, and you can almost feel Jimin smirk as he takes in the implications of this.
“Yes, Father Jimin please… please enter me,” your legs are trembling as Jimin slowly lowers you onto his cock, and the head of him breaches your entrance.
“Lower yourself fully, my child, and accept your position at the Lord’s feet where you belong,” Father Jimin pulls you to sit fully upon him, cock now buried deep in your supposedly virgin pussy as you cry out. He bends to gather your thighs in his grip, fully opening your legs and exposing your stuffed cunt to the camera, bidding you to rest your full weight upon him. “Recite your rosary, sweet child, and rejoice in your blessing.”
And then he begins to fuck up into your cunt with measured strokes, reciting a prayer under his breath as he does so. His hands grip your thighs apart and his thrusts are harsh, punishing against you as his cock bottoms out all the way to your womb.
“Fuck, this sweet pussy, meant to be used for your Father’s pleasure, meant to worship your Father’s cock with reverence,” Father Jimin pants as he watches his cock disappear into your pussy. “You won’t let any other boy touch it, will you my sweet? Only Father Jimin.”
“O-only Father Jimin,” you repeat after him as he fondles your clit with his expert fingers that makes you wail and thrash on top of him, the camera zooming in to capture your expression as your orgasm around him, switching to your pussy to focus on how it grips him like perfect velvet.
His thrusts are speeding up and getting sloppy now- you recognise the cadence of it as he races for his climax.
“Are you ready to receive your blessing, harlot?” Father Jimin growls as he tightens a hand around your throat, cutting off your air supply. “F-fuck, forgive me, God!” He groans loudly as his hips thrust a few more times and he is spilling into your depths, filling you up with his second load of the day, covering your cervix with his thick, warm anointment and blessing.
You can do nothing but writhe on his cock as your walls clench around him, feeling your womb swell with his gifts. He is still twitching and spurting inside you; it feels strangely intimate for him to hold you as he comes down from his high. Whether it’s because Park Jimin is the first man to ever cum inside you bare like this, or if it’s because of something else, you’ll never know. The camera focuses on his rapidly softening cock as it slips from your pussy, cream immediately leaking from your centre and dripping down your ass and inner thighs.
Jimin’s fingers skim down your body to play with the remnants of his offering left at your altar, and his other hand is over your lower belly suggestively. His fingers slide over your dripping slit, gathering up some of his cum mixed with your arousal as he brings it up to your clit, rubbing and pinching as you continue to leak his cum all over his softening cock that is resting against your inner thigh.
With a cry, you cum again, swollen cunt clenching around nothing and oozing more of his cum out. Jimin soothes you with a few kisses to your neck that feels oddly intimate, and are definitely not in the script as you come down from your high.
His lips are poised close to your ear as he delivers the final lines of the scene. “My sweet child, I have a feeling you’ll be back here with another confession in 9 months. May your time away from me bear fruit.”
“CUT! Brilliant, amazing, I was blown away!” The director claps his hands as you sag against Jimin, thighs slipping off his frame. “Someone help them clean up, and it’s a wrap! Thank you!”
Jimin situates you more firmly on his lap so that you won’t fall off, carefully helping you stand up as his cum leaks from your centre. An assistant hands you a wet tissue and you take a few steps away from Jimin so you can clean yourself up, but he follows you, snatching the wet tissue from you and cleaning your inner thighs himself.
“Jimin, stop, I can do it myself,” you start to protest, but it seems like nothing can stand in the way of Jimin’s obsession with his cum on you. He purposely catches a glob of it on his finger and brings it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licks his finger sinfully.
“Any chance of doing a sequel with that?” Jimin grins perversely, pushing himself to stand as he hands the used wipe to an assistant. “The title can be, ‘Blessed with my Father’s Baby’. What do you think?”
“I’m not doing a pregnancy porn shoot with you, Park,” you roll your eyes and put on the robe your manager hands you. “If that’s the last script, consider me out. I’m breaking the contract.”
Even as you walk out with Jimin’s amused gaze still on your back, a thought occurs to you that this shoot wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. There was no signs of the panic attacks, traumatic memories and actual, real humiliation even though you spent most of the scene grovelling at Park Jimin’s feet, sucking his cock and being used thoroughly by him. In fact, as you walk away from the man himself, you start to realise that maybe he is right about this whole domination business—you had the upper hand all along.
The last scene is so unlike the previous two that you have to pause and make sure that the sender of the email is Park Jimin. After you confirmed it three times, you click back to the pdf file and read it through again, just to make sure you’re not seeing things.
A newly-wed couple on their wedding night, consummating their marriage for the first time.
You swallow hard, noting that there isn’t any of the dominance and humiliation that Jimin usually has in his scripts. Instead, it seems to require intimacy and chemistry between the two actors, seeing as there are barely any lines for you to memorise. All he’s given you is a brief premise and description of positions from start to finish, and at the end he put a director’s note that all of this is to be very loosely followed.
The premise of the script remains in your mind even as you go through your workouts at the gym. Sweat drips down your face as you increase the speed on the treadmill, wishing that life was as easy as just running away from all your problems like this.
Can you even act that well? Jimin seems to have too much faith in your acting skills, though you know that he probably has no problem mustering up the appropriate emotions for this scene. But you on the other hand… your feelings towards Jimin have been getting more and more confusing. If this goes on any longer, it’ll be hard for you to draw a firm line between the two of you, much less keep on convincing yourself that he is the selfish, proud and egotistical bastard you always thought he was.
Why does he have to write such a corny and awful script? This will really put your acting skills to the test. You swear at him under your breath as you punch the stop button on the treadmill, grabbing your towel and stepping off. Taking a swig of your water, you continue to curse his obnoxiously handsome face as you walk to the locker room—
“Did you just say my name?” A familiar voice startles you and you nearly drop your phone as you turn around.
Jimin has his silver hair slightly matted and damp, sticking to his forehead. He’s obviously here for a workout, dressed in a thin white shirt that is see through with his sweat, and some workout shorts that show off the thickness of his thighs. You’ve never seen him in anything but a suit or perfectly pressed dress pants, and you can’t help but let your eyes wander over how built his physique is. Slim, yet wiry, he is the epitome of sleek, elegant power as he pushes his sweaty hair off his forehead, giving you a glimpse of his firm biceps as he does so.
“Wh-when did you start coming to this gym?” You avert your gaze by taking a gulp of water.
“Since I heard you went here,” he grins shamelessly, stopping at the water cooler for a refill.
This is the first time you’ve interacted with him outside of a porn shoot, and even though you’ve practically seen his dick, had it inside you, done all sorts of sordid things with him— you feel awkward around him, especially when you think about the shoot you’ll have to do with him soon.
“I’ll um… see you tomorrow then. Ha-have a good workout,” you mumble under your breath, making a wide berth around him to head for the lockers and showers. The stutter in your voice makes you cringe.
“Hey— you didn’t get back to me about the script. Is it okay?” Jimin turns off the tap at the water cooler and follows you for a few steps.
You turn back to him and study his face carefully. He doesn’t seem to be teasing you or making fun of you, in fact he is completely serious. Should you be honest and tell him what you’re really worried about, or should you beat around the bush?
“… it’s a different script. Different from what you usually do,” you finally say.
Jimin shrugs, unperturbed. “Different, yes. But different is good, and I wanted to try something new since… since it’s with you. I thought since our last two shoots were more of my style, we could incorporate yours for the final one. So that there’s some kind of balance. Is there a problem? Or did you change your mind about that pregnancy shoot?”
His little teasing voice makes your cheeks heat up involuntarily. You are irritated with yourself, at how you always seem to be at a loss for words around him, at how he always affects you just so.
“It’s just… it’s very brief. I’m not sure I know how you want it to go.” You fret with your hands a little, avoiding eye contact with Jimin. “If there were more lines, more stage directions, more things like that. I’d feel more confident about doing it with you.”
“Ah, it’s about that,” Jimin makes a humming noise in his throat as he considers your words. “I purposely didn’t include many scripted lines because I thought it wouldn’t fit with how I envisioned this entire scene to go. In my mind I saw two lovers, passionate yet innocent, celebrating their love for the first time. Lines would make everything kind of awkward and artificial, don’t you think? We should let it flow naturally. Get into the mood and character with each other.”
While Jimin is speaking, you can sense that he really does have a passion for acting, and not just the scripted trash that porn actors usually dole out. You’ve witnessed his genuine talent when it comes to immersing himself in a scene, admired him for how he seems to have two sides to his personality, and how he can switch between his on and off screen persona so fluidly.
“I definitely won’t have a problem getting into character. I could help you if you need me to… but somehow I feel like you don’t.” His voice is a low baritone against the shell of your ear, and his words are suggestive. Jimin smiles confidently as he steps closer to you. “At least, I hope by now you don’t think I’m still that stuck up jerk.”
Jimin’s eyes are fixated on your forehead, and he’s so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. He reaches up to wipe a drop of sweat from your forehead, and then his thumb brushes against your cheek. “If you need more stage directions… then let me just say I think we’ll be doing a lot of kissing. A lot.”
He lets his hand drop as he meets your eyes again, waiting for your response as a he grins at you. Jimin drops his eyes to your lips as his tongue dips out to caress his own plush ones. You think back to the last time he kissed you in between scenes, and you can feel your traitorous heart skip a beat in your chest. It flusters you so much that you can only step away from him and throw a hasty goodbye over your shoulder as you flee.
“Last shoot of the contract!” Wendy sings as she brings you your iced coffee. “Are you relieved?”
The useless script sits in front of you as you take a sip from your drink absently. “Why would I be relieved?”
“You get paid after this, and they’ll be releasing the first film shortly after. And I thought you hated Park Jimin, so isn’t it a relief that you won’t have to work with him anymore?”
You consider her words carefully as a few stylists adjust your outfit, hair and makeup. Today you are wearing all white, a lace bralette that skims your waist and accentuates your breasts, along with a pair of matching panties and a garter set. Over it all you have a sheer lace cardigan that drapes over your shoulders. “I don’t exactly… hate him, I guess. He isn’t as bad as I thought he was.”
You set aside the script and take a few sips of your drink before handing it to Wendy, nerves fluttering in your stomach as you follow the assistant director’s cue to get ready on set. As usual, Jimin is already on set and mixing with the crew, but when he sees you, he comes over straightaway.
His eyes are taking you in from head to toe, and for once it’s his turn to be speechless. This is exactly what he fell for the moment Sejin hyung showed him your picture, an angel draped in white. For a moment Jimin actually lets himself believe that all of this is real, that you and him are actually newly-weds waiting to consummate your marriage... all for the sake of helping him get into character, of course. Not for anything else.
“You look beautiful,” he says honestly, nervously putting his hands in his pockets to keep him from running them through his hair and ruining his stylist’s hard work. “I’m a lucky man.”
Jimin is talking as if all of this is real, and it sets you on edge. This is dangerous. You should never have agreed to doing this script in the first place. Out of all the shoots you’ve done with him, you feel as if this is the most nerve wracking and outside your comfort zone you’ve ever been.
It’s all for the shoot, you remind yourself, forcing yourself to put aside your feelings and remain professional. All for the shoot, and nothing else. Since Jimin has a distinction between his on screen and off screen persona, you should have one too.
“Everyone on set, and initial positions please!” The director calls, and Jimin takes your hand in his, leading you to the door frame of the bedroom set they have today.
He pulls you in closer to him, arms around your waist so that your body is touching his intimately. Abruptly his legs give out and you fall into his lap, his arms around your waist and chest to chest with Park Jimin as he grins insufferably.
You make a sound of protest even as you try to get off his lap- this position is far too intimate, you can feel the heat of his thighs against your core- but Jimin halts your movements with a pout. He nestles you comfortably straddling his hips, eyes glittering as he grins at you.
“Jimin, filming hasn’t started yet-”
“I know, I know, get into the mood with me? C’mon, I promise it’ll help. We’re supposed to be married, you know.” He plays with a strand of your hair in his fingers, tucking it behind your ear.
Reluctantly, you start to relax in his lap as you wait for the crew to get ready. Being on his lap like this isn’t all that bad. It isn’t awkward like you thought it would be. Jimin is holding your waist and humming in his throat as he leans in to smell your hair, his lips ghosting against the shell of your ear. Each and every one of his actions is so natural and thoughtless that if you let yourself go for one moment- you could almost believe this is real and not reel.
The thin layers of your lingerie do nothing to obscure how warm and firm he feels, and you can see Jimin admiring every inch of your body with unabashed hunger in his eyes, and another emotion that you can’t quite identify. Being this close to him has your heart rate and temperature sky rocketing, and you can feel him rapidly growing hard against your stomach. Jimin’s eyes are soft as he leans in to kiss you even before the director says anything else.
Surprisingly, the kiss settles your nerves rather than worsens them, and you feel yourself relaxing into his touch, closing your eyes and forgetting about everyone else other than the man kissing you right now. Jimin is soft and gentle with his touches, even more tender with his kisses today, and your head lolls to the side to give him more access when he starts to kiss down your neck, sucking along your collarbone and pushing your lace cardigan off your shoulder.
Belatedly you realise that filming must have already started— but then why didn’t you hear the director’s voice…? Jimin brings your attention back to him with his wet tongue on your chest, licking and suckling bruises into your skin.
“Can’t fucking believe you’re all mine,” he moans into your skin, sinking his teeth into the lace and pulling it away from your breast, only to let it snap back into place. “After all these years of running from me, finally, you’re here.”
A jolt runs through your frame as you take in his words; they sound way too specific to your situation. To hide your shock, you moan his name and play with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Jimin, I—“
“I love you, so much,” Jimin interrupts you as he starts to undo your bra, his eyes bright and lips swollen. To you he looks exactly the same as five minutes ago, you really can’t tell if he’s acting or not. He didn’t But he must be acting— this is a scene, and there’s no way he’s actually in love with you… right?
“I love you too,” you whisper back as your breasts are bared to the camera and to Jimin’s reverent gaze. He takes them in his hands, one nipple in his mouth as he sucks on it, occasionally flicking it with his tongue.
“On the bed, baby. Let me love you like you deserve tonight.” Jimin helps you to lie down on the white canopy bed, and the camera shifts to take in an overhead shot of you on your back as Jimin positions himself between your legs.
From anyone else those lines would have sounded cheesy. Heck, if you knew they were scripted, you would have been struggling not to cringe right then and there. But somehow, knowing that Park Jimin is just throwing himself fully into his character, that he’s fully present with you in this scene makes it hyper realistic, such that if not for the cameras around you, you’d have trouble differentiating between real and reel.
Jimin starts from your bare breasts, kissing his way down your stomach till he reaches the tops of your thighs. This is a Jimin you’ve never seen before. He is soft, loving and looks as if he is content to spend the rest of his life between your thighs worshipping you.
“Wet already? And I haven’t even done much yet,” he smirks as he notices the wet spot on your panties, rubbing his thumb into it so that you can feel your own stickiness on your skin. The camera zooms in to capture the evidence of your arousal, and Jimin slowly starts to peel your panties off, his other hand on your inner thigh, spreading your legs for him as he sucks another bruise into your skin. “Gonna mark you and make you nice and pretty for me, hmmm?”
He spreads you with his thick fingers, examining your most intimate places with a reverent gaze that makes your cheeks heat up. Jimin glances at your reaction with a tiny little chuckle at how cute you are, then he teases you with little licks at your clit that have you mewling and whining under his touch.
“You just need your pussy to be eaten out real good, right baby? No one eats this pussy better than me. Tell me.” Jimin pauses with his lips shining from your arousal.
Being far too used to the dominant side of him, seeing needy little Jimin who aches for your praise nearly makes you cum all over his tongue right away.
“J-Jimin, you’re the only man who can eat me so good,” you weave your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as you beg for his tongue once more. “Please baby, I- I want to cum. Want your cock now.”
“Begging already?” He grins as he buries his face into your pussy, lewd little sucking sounds emanating as he tastes you from the inside out, tongue delving deep into your folds and spreading you apart for him. “My greedy girl. You’re so sweet, look at this pussy. Dripping so much, and it’s all for me. Can you cum like this for me first?”
Your hips are starting to arch off the bed with every lick and suck he gives you. Park Jimin truly is number one at pussy eating, and to have him praising you like this, calling you his while in between your thighs elicits a flutter in your stomach, a racing of your heart that you can’t seem to control. Jimin allows your hips to move freely, grinding into his face as you ride his tongue to your orgasm, thighs trembling and his name spilling from your lips as he licks every inch of your pussy.
“Jimin.” You whine needily and stretch out your arms for him, and Jimin chuckles as he crawls up the bed to meet your lips with his. You can taste yourself on his lips, but it doesn’t throw you off in the least as your tongues clash and moans spill from the both of you.
“Tell me I did well. Tell me how good I made you feel,” Jimin whispers against your neck.
Your legs come up to circle his waist, cradling him intimately into your centre, and you can feel his hard cock rub against you. “So, so good, you made me feel so good baby,” your chest heaves as your arch your body into his. “The only man who can make me feel like that.”
Jimin shifts back onto his knees to admire how fucked out you already look, hair spilling over the pillow and cheeks all flushed, lips swollen from his kisses. He places his hands behind your knees, pushing your thighs back to your chest to further expose your swollen pussy lips and your dripping center to him.
“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty like this,” Jimin caresses the lace garter on your thighs. “All spread out and dripping for me. Say what you want and I’ll give it to you, princess.”
His thumb caresses your clit lightly, and your thighs twitch, a whine spilling from your lips. “Your cock. I want your cock. Fuck me, please.”
“Such a sweet but dirty little mouth,” Jimin grins, satisfied as he reaches down to kiss you again, one hand on his cock and brushing his head against your lips. You can feel his sticky precum spread all over you as he thrusts forward with his fluid hips.
The first stretch of his cock makes you arch your back, and Jimin presses your thighs to your chest further, feeling you tighten around him. He continues to work his cock into your soaked depths, praising you for how tight and good you feel around him as he finally bottoms out. His lips are brushing against your collarbone as his cock grinds against your cervix, but the pain is a welcome one.
You brush a few strands of sweat soaked hair out of his eyes, watching his expression as he closes his eyes and withdraws from your clenching pussy. Today Jimin seems to be closer to the edge than usual even though you didn’t even suck him off, and he seems to be trying his best not to blow his load right now as he delivers hard thrusts into your pussy. He flashes you a shy little grin that makes your stomach flip as your eyes meet, and as you purse your lips to give him a tiny little kiss at the corner of his mouth, that’s when you realise it— you are actually in love with Park Jimin.
Somehow, somewhere along the lines, you stopped acting. Maybe it was never an act all along. But what about Jimin?
“So tight, so pretty, so wet for me,” Jimin grunts into your neck as his hips speed up, cock battering your pussy as you feel yourself dripping all around him, wetness coating his balls and his base. “I can’t wait to start a family with you. Like this. Just the two of us.”
The talk of starting a family once again reminds you that this is a shoot where you’re supposed to be newlyweds.
“Give it to me,” you stroke his cheek with your thumb, smiling up at him gently as he presses your thighs to your chest, grunting with the effort of fucking into you with his cock. “Want your baby.”
As you lock eyes with him, you realise that Jimin isn’t acting either. Unlike the previous shoots where the transition from his offscreen to onscreen persona was painfully obvious, this time Jimin’s face isn’t the cold mask he puts on during shoots. Park Jimin wears all his emotions on his face— and all this while you thought he was a heartless, cold bastard.
Then, it becomes painfully clear to you why he didn’t write any lines for the two of you, simply because they aren’t needed. This intimate gaze between the two of you says it all, and it conveys more than what a few lines ever could. You raise your head to meet his lips again, and the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy slowly, his lips against yours and his tongue licking your bottom lip tenderly makes you feel as if you are really lovers.
“I can’t hold it much longer,” Jimin admits, pushing himself onto his knees and letting your legs stretch out to rest on his shoulders. From this here he can see every inch of your beautiful body, breasts bouncing with every thrust of his, and the way your pussy takes his cock so well.
“Cum for me?” You reach down to brush your fingers across his firm abdomen, walls starting to clench around his cock as Jimin circles his thumb around your clit. “Please?”
At the sound of your sweet begging, Jimin decides to throw all caution to the wind and chase his orgasm just how he’s dying to— pounding into your wet cunt with his cock and feeling you clench around him; your little whines and moans egging him on. A few more thrusts inside your warmth and he buries himself as deep as he can go, throwing his head back and exposing his pretty throat as he cums inside you.
The warmth of his cum seeps into your pussy as he fills you up to the brim, even more than he’s ever cum before. Even after he’s done spurting into your depths, Jimin continues to thrust lazily, fucking his cum deeper into you and chasing your lips with his. When his cock has softened too much for him to keep going, he pulls out and positions himself in between your thighs.
“You didn’t cum yet did you baby?”
“N-no, not yet, oh! Jimin, what are you—“ Even though this isn’t the first Jimin eats his cum from your used pussy, it never fails to bring a blush onto your cheeks, watching him slurp and kiss your lower lips messily with his semen all over his chin.
But he licks it all up like it’s the rarest delicacy in the entire world.
You’re so absorbed by his endearing little grin as he licks his plush lips that you almost don’t hear the director call cut.
“Park, _____, this may be your best work yet!” He is starstruck, eyes shining with admiration as he clasps his hands to his chest. “I could really feel all the emotion, for a moment I really believed that you were lovers! Well done, both of you. It’d be my pleasure to work with you again!”
You call out a thanks to the director as you start to get up from the bed, closing your thighs. But Jimin has his arms around your waist and stops you from getting up, pulling you closer into his side. Now, you feel as if it’s time to address the elephant in the room. There was a definite chemistry sparking in between the two of you just now, you’d be a fool to deny it.
“Jimin…”
“Shhh, just a while more. I’m tired.” Jimin whines, pressing a kiss to your lips to quiet you, and his casual yet intimate gesture despite the cameras being off only makes you melt even more. There is a comfortable silence between you for a moment.
“You weren’t acting just now, were you?” You reach out to pinch his cheek, and he grins shamelessly. “You wrote this last scene on purpose. Trying something new my ass.”
“Am I that obvious?” Jimin’s eyes light up with mischief. “But it wasn’t to annoy you this time. I just knew you’d fall in love with me once I made love to you.”
You place a hand on his chest and push him away slightly. “Excuse me? In love? Getting cocky now aren’t we, Mr Park?”
Jimin doesn’t deny it as he buries his face into your neck, giggling. “Stop or I’ll get hard again.”
“You get hard by hearing me call you Mr Park?”
“Can we role-play Fifty Shades next?” Jimin asks. “I think I have a kink for Mr Park. I always wanted to be a rich CEO. Can I gag you with my tie?”
“You kinky bastard,” you mutter under your breath even as a smile tugs at your lips. “But wait. Our contract is over.”
Jimin hums in thought as he kisses your shoulder. “I thought we could enter a different contract this time.”
“Different? Like how?”
“A more personal one, with no scripts involved. Still exclusive, though,” Jimin is grinning, the sneaky little punk.
“Oh really? What exactly does this contract entail?”
Jimin pretends to think for a while before he answers. “Roleplaying Fifty Shades with me, for one. I was thinking we could do a professor student one too. Oh and also, a nursemaid one. And last but not least... go on a date with me.”
He’s so sneaky that it makes you laugh. “Signed, sealed and delivered. But just so you know, I’m fucking your ass this time.”
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karaoke bar - request
@glimmersinner said:
i have a reddie fic idea, dont know if youre taking requests, but im thinking of after the battle of it (eddie survives bc its canon) they go out for kareoke and stan can live or die its up 2 u :) but they do kareoke at this bar and like richie sings “eddie,baby” to come out w his feelings and i need that in my life thank u
I am, indeed, taking requests! And this is such a lovely one, thank you for sending it to me. Hope you like what I’ve cooked up for you!
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Raucous laughter rolled over the table full of drinks and snacks that the Losers occupied. After all the “you’re a fucking clown” were said and all the sinister interdimensional entities were done with, everyone went to settle their own affairs, but agreed to reconvene in New York. Which was currently taking the form of getting together in a karaoke bar, an occasion full of drinking and revelry, finally not bearing the shadow of responsibility for defeating an ancient evil.
The laughter erupted after Richie’s quip about Ben and Beverly’s over-the-top cheesy rendition of (I’ve Had) The Time Of My Life, all in good fun, of course. A “happy for you, but keep all the straight details to yourself” was a drunken comment of him trying to read the room, with no malice behind it. He had come out via his twitter earlier in the week, with all the Losers sending him messages of love and support afterwards, and it took no time at all for jokes about being gay to become his go-to response to many things, despite the lingering internal problems. Humor was always his coping mechanism, after all, and it helped that he was surrounded by supportive friends.
The main problem he was actually struggling with was his less-than-friendly feelings for none other than Eddie Kaspbrak, currently sitting across from him and sipping a Strawberry Daiquiri through a bright green straw. His jokes were decidedly not helping with that, especially not when Eddie let go of the straw to laugh so hard Richie could hear his snorts above the general rowdiness of the bar, but that was not going to stop him from making everyone laugh.
Just as Richie looked away from Eddie, desperately willing himself not to blush (he was almost forty years old, for fuck’s sakes, he did not blush), Bill called out in a challenging tone:
“Beep-beep, trashmouth, either step up and sing something or stop making fun!”
Richie put his hand to his chest, as if deeply wounded.
“Billiam, making fun of you all is my sacred duty.”
“Sing something, Richie,” Beverly joined in. Soon, Bill and Beverly were both chanting “sing,” while Stan sat between them, looking entirely unimpressed if not for a tiny hint of a smile. Ben was mostly interested in looking at Beverly enthusiastically chanting, Mike was grinning a bit, but waited to see the situation develop, and Eddie… Well, Eddie was looking at Richie with an impish expression that the latter was having trouble reading. Finally, after a few seconds of this, he raised his hands in surrender.
“Fine, fine, you vultures. Let me show you how it’s done,” he grinned as Bill and Beverly cheered, and stood up to go to the karaoke machine. He scrolled through the list of songs when one caught his attention. His jokes weren’t helping, but maybe…
He didn’t let himself finish the thought before he pressed “play” and the first soft chords poured from the speakers. He lifted the mic just in time for the lyrics to start.
The cameras captured all of the glances
And all of the chances we’ve missed
Everyone at the table cheered supportively, except Eddie, who looked like he recognised the song all too well and was slowly starting to show a very fetching blush. Though there was a small, hopeful smile— except was there? Richie didn’t want to give himself vain hope, and instead sang further, only gaining confidence and enthusiasm with every line.
As always, it took little time for his flair for showmanship to show itself, and by the time the first chorus came, he had started moving his hips and his free arm, in a more dramatic than choreographic fashion, but expressive nonetheless.
Oh Eddie, baby, won’t you come to my arms tonight?
I beg and plead you, please succumb to my charms tonight.
He spared a wink at Eddie, who looked progressively more scarlet, before grinning and making a show of holding his palm to his heart.
I give my heart
But you take it and you break it and you tear it apart
Oh Eddie, baby, won’t you come to my arms.
Not that he hadn’t heard the song before, but somehow actually singing it out loud was different than listening to the lyrics: they resonated deeper now. He didn’t let himself show that, though. A smirk here and a rakish grin there did the trick, and apart from Stan’s raised eyebrow and knowing smile it seemed like no one had thought too much of it.
And I hope one day, dear friend, you will come around.
The second Richie thought that maybe choosing a song that showcased his hidden feelings was, in fact, not the best idea he’d ever had, he caught the sight of Eddie biting his lip in a small smile. He reminded himself that Eddie was just embarrassed at being the center of attention (wouldn’t be the first time for that) but in on the joke, yet no matter how he framed it to himself, that little smile was all that it took for his breath to catch. The rest of the performance was likely not his best form, but it mattered little, and when he finished the last line, the Losers’ table erupted in cheers and applause. Even Stan clapped, unable to hold back his smile. Richie made an exaggerated bow and got back to his seat.
“Alright,” Bill clapped his hands once more and got up, “I’ll go see if they have Tubthumping,” and with that, everything seemingly got back to normal. Well, everything except the weird, almost-calculating look Eddie was giving Richie that stopped him from joking about how cheesy Bill’s song choice was.
The rest of the night was uneventful and full of that special drunken merriment that can only be found in good company. If anyone noticed the looks Richie kept throwing Eddie, no one mentioned anything, and if Eddie had anything to say about Richie’s initial choice of song, he kept it to himself. Eventually, as everything in life, the night had to end, and the Losers started parting ways until the only people left outside the bar were Richie, smoking a cigarette, and Eddie, shuffling his foot on the asphalt and looking anywhere but at his friend.
“Fun night, huh?” Eddie wondered, seemingly at no one in particular.
“Yeah, but my head’s going to be killing tomorrow,” Richie joked with a puff of smoke. Eddie lifted his head, biting his lip and meeting his eyes for the first time since they said their goodbyes to the rest of the group.
It took a lot of Richie not to let that stop his inhale of smoke, but he kept his breathing steady.
“Rich,” Eddie started and paused again, unsure.
“Yeah, Spaghetti?” Richie was determined to keep it light.
“I wish you’d stopped doing things like— like the song,” Eddie rushed out on a single breath, like he was running on a sudden drunken influx of bravery. “If you don’t mean anything by that, it’s just cruel,” he added, quieter and hiding his gaze again.
Wait— cruel? If he didn’t mean anything? Within seconds, hope grew in Richie’s chest, one that he’d systematically squashed down, and too soon it became too big to contain. After a short awkward pause, it pushed the words out of him.
“I meant it.” Eddie’s eyes shot up as he looked questioningly at Richie. “Whatever you’re thinking of now, I meant it.”
“Can you say it? What you meant?” The look in Eddie’s eyes, cautious but on the verge of happy, and the tentative step he took towards Richie, gave him the strength to throw the cigarette on the ground and step on it without taking his eyes off of Eddie.
“I’ve been in love with you since I knew what love was,” he knew it was always a risk to be so open with his heart, but the giggle Eddie let out and a smile that lit up his face were the best payoff Richie could ever want.
“You’re so cheesy, Tozier. You’re lucky I’m in love with you, too,” Richie barely had the time to make a sound before Eddie moved in and tugged him down into a kiss with a hand in his hair. The kiss was short-lived, though, and soon Eddie was pulling away with a frown, quickly replaced with a laugh.
“You reek of smoke, that’s gross.”
“I’ll give up smoking for you,” Richie promised dramatically, his ability for coherent thought almost gone with the giddy high of their long-anticipated finally. Eddie chuckled and stood on the balls of his feet as Richie wound his arms around him.
“I can get used to it,” he kissed Richie again. The rest of the world melted away when their lips moved against each other, and as he tasted the sugary residue of strawberry concoctions on Eddie’s lips, Richie knew he’d never felt quite as elated before in his life. No, not even when his agent booked his first large venue for his show.
When they pulled apart, Eddie looked at him from under his eyelashes.
“Want to come over to my place?”
“Ouch, Eds, not even gonna buy me dinner first?” Eddie let out a small laugh, but he looked determined, and maybe, just maybe, Richie felt like he would do absolutely anything for him at that moment.
“Well?”
“I’d love to,” Richie smiled in response. Eddie stepped back to hail a cab, and suddenly there was a slight twinge of doubt in Richie’s gut. “And we don’t have to— do anything you don’t want to do, of course.” The look Eddie gave him in response was best described as amused.
“Oh, we don’t have to, but I definitely want to. That is, if you…” he didn’t finish the thought, because Richie interrupted him.
“You have no idea how much I want to.”
With a grin, Eddie took his hand and waited for a cab to pull up, which it did in just a few seconds. Richie followed him into the car with a blinding grin and put his hand on Eddie’s thigh as he listened to him tell the driver the address.
His main takeaway from the whole thing was that sometimes joking about his true feelings paid off big time. Anything else was overshadowed by Eddie’s hand sliding smoothly into his once more and his large eyes staring gently into Richie’s own, but maybe that was just as well.
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Switching Things Up // th x fem!reader
Request: could you please write some sub!tom you know since he always in control but like this time he doesn’t mind when he lets you have all the power and possibly tying him up and like torturing him by touching yourself or edging i don’t care what you do with it i just love your writing
A/N: alright so im a hella sub so this was hard but super fun to write!! lemme know what ya think!
Warnings: sub!Tom, bondage, teasing, little bit of edging
Word Count: 1.4k
“I missed you Tommy,” you say as your nails glide down his chest. He huffs and fights against the rope which has his hands immobile and tied to the headboard.
You giggle when he grunts and pouts at you.
“Please, y/n, untie me, wanna show you how much I missed you,” He says, hips bucking up to your own.
You bite your lip and shake your head, “it’s my turn tonight, you lost the bet, I get to take control tonight.”
“Wasn’t fair, who can go the longest without coming over FaceTime, you were such a tease.”
“I think someone’s a sore loser,” you grin, slipping a single finger into his boxers, running it along the edge before picking it up and letting it slap against his skin. You can feel how hard he is against them. And you sure as hell wanted to drop the act and let him fuck you hard and rough right here but another part of you, a part you hardly saw, decided to take the reigns.
You let your fingers trail up your bare stomach, lightly playing with your nipples, tugging them ever so gently you let out the smallest whine, your bare pussy rocking against his thigh.
“Come on, not fair, just lemme touch you,” he whines and you shake your head.
“Someone’s gotta learn to be quiet and take what they’re given.”
He frowns and you giggle, he looks so grumpy, like he doesn’t want to be tied up but his cock is pulsing and twitching in his boxers.
You make your way up his body, kissing his lips softly before straddling his face.
“You think this’ll shut you up?” You ask as you lower yourself onto his face.
He moans against your wet cunt before going to work, tongue flicking your clit before burying itself in your pussy, fucking you harshly as you grip the headboard, thighs tightening around his head.
He groans when you do that and you smirk, he really likes this.
You don’t even realize you’re grinding against him until you’re on the verge of coming and he’s got his lips wrapped around your clit, sending you over the edge with a cry of his name.
You come down from your high, straddling his hips as you kiss Tom, his mouth immediately opens and your tongues meet, you can taste yourself on his and you want to ride him until you collapse but you wait. You want to savor this moment, being in control, having Tom at your mercy for once.
“Please, please baby I need you, need you to suck me off, or ride me, I don’t care, just do something.”
And he looks just so desperate, lips red from kissing and wet with your juices, hands in fists above his head, arms straining against the bonds. His legs splayed wide for you to settle between them.
“Since you ate me out so well I guess you deserve a reward,” you grin, tugging his cock out of his boxers.
“Thank you, thank you,” he mumbles as you pull his boxers off him completely.
He hisses when your hand wraps around his cock, using his precum to ease the way a little. You dip down and your lips are right above the tip of his cock, you’re breathing against it and he’s letting out small whimpers, eyes watching you.
“Do you think you deserve my lips around your cock?” You ask, tongue gently licking his tip.
“Fuck, yes, y/n, please, please suck me off, I’ll be good, I’ll do whatever you want, just wanna feel those pretty lips around me.”
You grin and do as he asks, licking along the sides of his cock, tracing the vein that runs on the underside of it before taking one of his balls into your mouth.
He’s whining above you, your name, little whimpers as you take him into your mouth. Your hands are resting on his thighs, holding him down ever so slightly as you suck him off, this isn’t a time for him to fuck your mouth, you wanted to be in control.
You sucked on his cock for a while, lazily drawing circles into his thigh as you did, watching him pant and cry out your name as he got closer to his release. You didn’t want him to come just yet so as you felt him twitch in your mouth you pulled off of him.
“Wh- y/n, that’s not fair! I need to come, please, fuck, let me come,” he whines and you giggle.
“But Tom, baby, you already came, you came and I didn’t get to come so I think what I’ll do, I think I’ll make myself come a few times, then if I’m feeling nice you can come inside me. You’d like that wouldn’t you? You can watch as your come drips out of me, maybe that’ll get you hard again, huh?”
He nods, eyes wide as your fingers spread your pussy for him, eyes focused as your fingers trace your hole before you start to fuck yourself, sitting between his spread thighs as his cock twitches against his hip.
“Fuck, darling, look so good, look so pretty fucking yourself with your fingers,” he whines, “wish it were my fingers fucking you.”
“Well, you don’t deserve to fuck me,” you grunt, thumb rubbing your clit as you approach another orgasm.
“Fuck, please, whatever, I’ll do whatever you want Y/N, please let me fuck you,” he says, hands thrashing against the rope. Logically you knew he couldn’t break the rope but a part of you wished you had used his ties or something that he could easily break out of and fuck you into oblivion.
The image of him, cheeks red, hair messy and sticking up every which way, arms above him and straining against the rope was enough to push you over the edge. Your body shakes as you come with a cry of his name.
“Fuck,” Tom grunts and you pull your fingers out, dragging them up your stomach, teasing your nipples before pressing them to your lips. You slowly lick and suck on your fingers, tasting your own juices as he watches.
“What makes you think you deserve to fuck me?” You ask, straddling his hips and letting his cock rub against your folds.
“Been good, are you out so good, please, I’ll make you feel so good,” he whimpers as you sit up, his cock nudging at your entrance.
“Okay, since you’ve been such a good boy for me,” you say, sinking down on his cock. You don’t expect such a visceral response from him, he moans loudly, your name and a string of curses as you bottom out, your hands steadying yourself on his chest.
You get to work, fucking yourself down on his cock as he mumbles and curses. He’s loud, louder than his normal grunts and pants of your name, and you’re dying to kiss him, every part of him.
You make your way up his chest, leaving dark purple spots in your wake, as you kiss up his neck he’s just whimpering your name, your hips fucking yourself down hard on him. His cock is twitching inside you in no time, he’s been on edge since you tied his hands to the headboard.
“Gonna come for me? Gonna come inside me? Fill me up?” You mumble against his lips, one hand slipping down to rub your clit, you still wanted to get off too.
You clench around him and that’s all it takes for him to reach his high, coming inside you at the same time you reach your own high. You nearly collapse on top of him from exhaustion, you never knew being the boss was so much work. You don’t though, untying his hands and kissing his face, telling him how good he was for you.
His hands immediately grip your shoulders and flip you onto your back, his cock still buried deep inside you.
“Fuck,” he groans as he slips out, watching his come trickle out of you.
“Come on Tom, needa take care of you,” you say, sitting up.
“You took care of me alright pretty girl,” he says, kissing you deeply.
“You know what I mean, needa shower, put some lotion on your wrists, the works.”
“I know I know, that’s how I take care of you,” he says, rolling off of you.
You drag him to the shower and you both get in, making out like horny teenagers.
After you make him lay down, rubbing lotion on his wrists, which he rubbed pretty raw from all his moving around.
“This was fun,” you sigh as he pulls you into his chest, kissing your shoulder.
“We should do this again, if you wanna,” he mumbles and you nod.
“I like switching things up.”
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The Tiniest Of Smiles
Okay to rb
~♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡~
Jerico frowned,she leaned in the table, and crossed her arm.
It did really scaped her.
How could Santos be so charming, so expressive during their misisons but not in his Daily life.
He always seemed cold...almost distant.
It made her heart ache, he also deserved happiness.
So she declared it was her solemn duty to make him smile at least for a bit.
If she had to crack that Shell Open with her bare hands she Will do so.
And she knew just her equal chaotic friend who could help her.
The phone dialed a number,she Waited in her room pacing around It,until Someone picked up.
--Nico!Nico I need your help!
--Whats up?--a voice said.
--So I have a plan to make Santos smile...but I need you to be here as soon as possible
--i sometimes admire you, you do know that he doesnt show any sign of human emotion,as if he was allergic to it.
There were two seconds of silence before both erupted in laughter.
--Okay okay!-- Nico said--ill be there in ten minutes, I wanna hear your crazy plan as soon as I can
Jerico hung up, and Walked to the kitchen to brew dome tea.
She was going to compleat her goal, whatever it took.
Nico arrived ten minutes later, as they said they would.
As soon as they saw eachother they hugged as if they havent seen eachother in years, though truth is that its been a week since their last encounter.
--okay...so heres the plan...--jer said,talking in quiet hushes, she didnt know when Santos could come back home.
The Next day jerico woke up to the sound of birds.
She rans to the kitchen to see if Santos had Ate the breakfast she woke up extra early to make.
She only found a note.
"I took it with me to work, thank you"
She gripped the note,first try,fail.
--Are you sure this Will work?--Nico asked--its not that I dont Belive in you...but..look at him....stoic as a statue
--we have to try at least!
Her friend nodded, and looked at Ravenna,who was peeking at the door, and nodded again.
Santos just raised his eyebrows as Emilio entered the room dressed as a chicken.
Jer couldnt help but crack up, noticing the detail that Emilios nose was painted Orange.
Her eyes went to Mario, but he was just out the room.
She sighed and sat on the table they used for their briefings,holding her head--okay...third is the charm...come on now!.
Some hours later jerico, with help of the rest of the team and her friend glammed up the briefing room,to look like the main Hall of a castle in wich a royal ball was happening.
Santos entered the place and quickly noticed the change, still stoic looked at his wife--And this?
--Just a tiny surprise...wanna dance?--She offered her hand and went to hug him.
Santos, softly pushed her back,shaking his head--im sorry...I have some work to do...--he tried to lift her chin up,but she Turned her head away and pushed past him to leave the room.
-- Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me?!--Nico roared as their hands slap the table.
Santos just looked at them confused--what now?
--Dont what now me Santos!-They said--jerico has been trying to make you smile this whole day and you havent done anything but reject her!, do you have any idea how she feels?!
--She knows I dont smile
--You dont smile, you dont show any emotion!, are you for Real right now?!
Medina put a hand on his lovers shoulder and squeezed it Gently.
Nico sighed--Ill go check up on her...the last time we talked she was pissed,if I find her crying I swear to all thats holly, ill roundkick your ass, got it?!
They left, slamming the door shut, the rest could swear they felt the whole building shake.
When Nico came back they had to be restrained by both lamponne and Medina, as they found jerico deeply upset,not crying, but very upset.
Mario for a moment did fear for his life.
He had Walked to his Office,knowing that jerico would be there.
And his suspicions were correct,as he heard the soft tune of music.
"I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
Stop and wait a sec
Oh, when you look at me like that, my darling
What did you expect?
I probably still adore you with your hands around my neck
Or I did last time I checked"
He heard her sing, if she had to whip out her guitar he was really, really in deep deep shit.
"Not shy of a spark
A knife twists at the thought that I should fall short of the mark
Frightened by the bite though it's no harsher than the bark
Middle of adventure, such a perfect place to start"
He peeked through the door like a child, and his brows furrowed, and a slight smile appeared on his face.
"I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs
But I crumble completely when you cry
It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye
I'm always just about to go and spoil a surprise
Take my hands off of your eyes too soon
I'm going back to 505
If it's a seven hour flight or a forty-five minute drive
In my imagination you're waiting, lying on your side
With your hands between your thighs and a smile"
As soon as jerico opens her eyes she hears the sudden clapping.
Her husband stands there with the biggest smile she has ever seen him with,leaving her guitar aside she goes to hug him.
He sweeps her off her feet instead, and sits her on his desk.
--All I had to do to make you smile is upset huh?
Marios smile quickly subsided, and so did Jers.
No..not Back at this.
And before he can say anything ,jeri breaks down in tears, hitting his chest with weak punches.
His heart breaks, And hugs her, finally listening to what his emotions were saying.
--Im so sorry--he whispers as he feels his throat getting choked up.
--You dont!you never feel anything!
His hands Cup her cheeks, forcing her to look up, his eyes water as he sees hers, drowning in tears-- I do...I dont show it because....--he looke away trying to clear his throat--im just afraid....afraid of being happy,I dont want to loose you,jerico
Jers hands Grab his and pulls him in for a hug--You wont loose me, I promise you wont, I love you too much...
He chuckles sniffling as some rebel tears run down his cheeks.
--I love you,you know that?i love you so much...
--i...I love you so much too...
Her eyes Open up and spark like stars when she hears what sounds choked up chuckles coming from Santos, then they transform into giggles, and then laughter, as he sniffs and holds her close.
--Youre my world,jer...
They pull appart, and jeri found another excuse to cry, as she saw the love of her life finally smiling with tears on the verge of his eyes
--you look so beautiful when you smile Francisco
Mario feels a tug at his heart when he hears her call him by his true name.
He smiles and kissses her-- I love when you say my name like that
Jer smiled--well...your name is as beautiful as you are
At night,after work Santos held jerico close,kissing her forehead.
--I love you jer...
--Me too
He smiles softly and kisses her.
--Your smile is so pretty
--Then I should smile more often...~
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— ygtb ep. 9 reaction
hi there! i decided to write my reactions and thoughts on episode nine as i watched it. the way i wrote everything was pretty messy, so just click “keep reading” if you would like to continue on since i wrote quite a lot! if you haven’t seen episode nine, then this is my warning for you to not continue ahead since this contains spoilers.
i got a batch of cookies and the video is on 1080p i think i am ready
but i’m not mentally ready
i love it how ygtb gets straight to the point within one minute, but produce 101 is over here taking fifteen minutes to even get the episode started
ya’ll think i can find the fansite i bought my junkyu slogan from in the audience?
IM SICK AND TIRED OF SEEING THE ADIDAS LOGO WE GET IT YOU GET MORE SCREEN TIME THAN THE ACTUAL TRAINEES DO
omg the voting system its giving me produce 101/48 flashbacks i don’t deserve this
˗ˏˋ boomerang team ˎˊ˗
hyunsuk’s new hair color looks so nice on him ♡____♡ im still a blonde!hyunsuk supremacist though
out of all wanna one songs they chose boomerang
there’s burn it up, beautiful, light, and literally every wanna one song
but they chose boomerang with their whole chest
Wannables We Attack
HUH SLEEVELESS HYUNSUK
oh my god hyunsuk’s roots are overgrown now i know why they needed to dye his hair
jihoon cant say he’s fine when he just messed up his knee im really going to (softly) punch him :(((
HIS WING WING WING WING WAS SO SOFT
perhaps yoshinori is a rap god
yeongue gives me <major> daehwi vibes in this performance
i know i’m supposed to take him serious in this, but uwu my son
jihoon singing seongwoo’s part? huuuuuuuuuuuuuuh my mf heart has just crumbled into a million of pieces!
it’s a win for me tonight #Haylees1stWin
SHUT UPPPP I DONT WHAT THE FUCK HYUNSUK IS RAPPING ABOUT BUT I LOVE HIS RAPPING SO MUCH
dohwan needed more “shinning parts” in the performance (╥﹏╥)
i feel bad because everyone was given a part to stand out, but dohwan really wasn’t given one to showcase his abilities (unless the editors cut it out since they don’t show us the whole performance)
imagine if i was in this crowd and i just bribe everyone around me with money to vote for my favorite trainee
˗ˏˋ growl team ˎˊ˗
this is like when you play dodge ball and people choose their teammates, but you’re the last one to get chosen
except, that’s everyone in the growl team
:-(
they got stuck with the “left over song” but growl is a TIMELESS BOP. PERIOD.
jaehyuk keeps on burdening himself and that truly makes me upset because i’ve been in his position before
it’s okay to cry and it’s okay to be where he’s at because he has time to improve himself and prove everyone wrong
they really made this stage their own red carpet
i really liked how the camera followed them on stage since that’s exactly how exo used to perform growl
the performance was good because you have to take into account that they have all only been trainees for a few months
˗ˏˋ dumb and dumber team ˎˊ˗
dumb and dumber team is here to take the #1 spot
BYOUNGGON WITH HIS HUGE ASS BEANIE IS SO FREAKING CUTE I LOVE THIS MAN
bex made his appearance again- we stan!
“i don’t understand what’s happening” me when my teacher chooses me to answer a question in front of the whole class
the dumb and dumber team was so good??? like i was really immersed in the performance??
they especially did a great job when they came down to perform RIGHT in front of the fans because i know a majority of fans love it when idols come down in the middle of a performance/concert and interact with them in some way or another
it was like a concert where everyone’s favorite parts are when the idols disperse and just have fun on stage and feel the same energy as the hyped up fans
no wonder they got #1
oh yeah and btw i spoiled everything by reading kfan tweets last week so i know all of the team ranks, who got eliminated, ect.
my friend texted me just now telling me that we predicted everything except for the last ten minutes so i guess i wont be surprised until the ending
anyways . . . let’s get it
˗ˏˋ dna team ˎˊ˗
wait what? weren’t they supposed to show us winner mentoring the dna team
that’s it?
okay
THEY MADE HARUTO SING TAEHYUNG’S PART BECAUSE THEY HAVE A SIMILAR LOW VOCAL RANGE ARGHHHDHSSH I APPROVE
haruto: TAKE IT
keita: ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ
THE RODENT IN MY ATTIC IS FINALLY COMPLIMENTING SEUNGHUN
IT IS WHAT HE DESERVES WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG TO YOU HAG
it took yg two years to finally notice seunghun’s potential while it took me one minute
petition to have me as the new ceo
they literally said hey everyone in the audience hold up for like 10 minutes we need to bring out these light up podiums
hmmmmmmm
hmmmamamama
hhhyyayyyuahajs
im going to start cryinfdds
HSJFLSJFLSKSFL
THIS IS BITTERSWEET BECAUSE DUMB&DUMBER ARE HAPPY THAT THEY WON BUT THAT MEANS THE TRAINEES THEY’VE TRAINED WITH HAVE THE HIGHEST POTENTIAL OF BEING ELIMINATED REALLY MY HEART HURTS
I DONT LIKE THIS FEELING MARTY IM SCARED
im screaming “dont cry” at my laptop screen but why am i crying at the same time
“CHAIRMAN YANG PLEASE LOOK THIS WAY”
me in the crowd: *throws an egg at him and runs off*
WE RIOT
LADIES AND HATED HUMAN BEINGS WE RIOT
ALL MY HATERS GON RIOT WE GON MOB YG
yg use your card
yg bring seunghun and keita back
I SAW RUMORS SAYING HE BRINGS ONE OR BOTH OF THEM BACK SO YG PLEASE JUST BRING THEM BACK
keita telling seunghun that they did well because he’s always seen as the positive/happy kid, but he’s also on the verge of tearing up :(((((
keita sweetie its okay to cry too
and seunghun being mostly disappointed that he’s failing his mother like sweetie ITS ALRIGHT YOUR MOTHER IS PROUD OF YOU NO MATTER WHAT
i hate survival shows why do i still watch these stuff
hi i actually stopped writing my reactions after this because i was a little bitch and couldnt type anymore so i just went to go spam my friends with audio messages of me yelling
maybe i can upload my audios i sent my friends if they’re not too annoying (trust me, they’re annoying)
anyways thanks for coming to my ted talk
seunghun will rise again
the editors are trying to make it a surprise when seunghun is the only trainee wearing a grey(?) sweater, with a red font, black undershirt and light washed blue jeans
SEUNGHUN NATION MAKE SOME NOISE
SEUNGHUN!!!! WHEN!! YOU!!! SMILE!!! IT!! MAKES!!! ME!!! HAPPY!!!!!!!!
#lee.txt#yg treasure box#ygtb#i sent a video of me crying over ygtb to my cousin and she sent me a video from a while back of me explaining to her how it's okay to cry#and she goes - you're such an cancer sjsksjsjs#cancer cry babies unite!
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Fic Update
Friends I’ve been out of town the past week because my uncle died and I had to drive my dad (who’s in terrible health himself) back to our home town for the funeral. I haven’t spoken to my uncle in over 10 years and we were never close but I’m still heartbroken for my dad. Plus I fucking hate being in my hometown (the locals aren’t quirky, they’re racist and the town is so small every time I go out I’m at risk of running into my fucking ex). So I haven’t gotten around to writing much. But here, have a taste of something I started because I was in a negative frame of mind: (eventual Jaaryl)
The Unquiet Grave
Over thirty years after Daryl Dixon was murdered a small fleet of construction trucks show up on the ridge just above his grave. He isn’t sure of the exact date until one day while drifting through the site he sees an open newspaper—September 21, 2010. Boyd Guthrie and the rest of the Savage Sons had beaten Daryl to death behind Willie’s bar on October 5, 1979.
Daryl keeps waiting for the construction crew to uncover his bones but much to his relief they never do. When he first died he’d been trapped in his body—one minute the world was slowly fading out as Boyd stomped the back of his head again and again the next things snapped into focus. “Oh geez Boyd,” Ashley Morrow was saying as he stared into Daryl’s dead face, “You killed him.”
“Fucking queer deserved it,” Boyd replied.
“Merle ain’t gonna be happy.”
“He’ll get over it,” Boyd said easily.
They wrapped his body in a tarp and threw it in the back of Ash’s pickup truck where Daryl spent several terrifying hours in blackness before hearing Merle’s voice screaming, “I want to see him! I want to fucking see him!” The tarp vanished and Daryl was looking up into his brother’s tear-streaked face. “Oh my sweet Jesus,” Merle whispered. He laid a shaky hand on Daryl’s cheek and Daryl realized he could feel it. Could feel the whiskery kiss that Merle pressed against his forehead. Boyd was jabbering away, saying he was sorry but what did Merle expect him to do when his queer brother tried sucking his dick? What the fuck was any man supposed to do?
Daryl could see Merle’s eyes, could see that Merle didn’t believe the bullshit coming out of Boyd’s mouth and that even though he said, “I understand. Tried beatin’ it out of ‘im myself since he was little,” that Boyd was not forgiven. Merle kissed him again and tenderly replaced the tarp over Daryl’s face.
After that was hours of driving over bumpy back country roads. They stopped and he could hear the scraping of earth, then he was dragged out of the truck and thrown into the ground. Daryl had calmed down a bit but started panicking again at the first feeling of the weight of earth thrown on his remains. The men burying him said nothing but Daryl still knew one of them was Merle.
No Bubba don’t let them, he screamed internally as the weight of earth grew greater, in his panic reverting to his childhood word for his big brother. More weight, the noises from the outside world fading until he could hear nothing. He was imprisoned in darkness and silence and could do nothing but scream helplessly and pray for madness oh god this was hell, worse than any fire or demons or—
The world shifted and Daryl was standing outside in a dark woods at night. Merle was kneeling down at Daryl’s feet, palm flat against the disturbed earth and breathing raggedly.
“Merle?” Boyd’s voice, “We best be on our way.”
“Need a minute,” Merle said in a thick voice, “He was my brother even if he was a queer.”
“Fine,” Boyd muttered, “I’ll be in the truck.”
Daryl was too relieved to be free from the earth to be angry. He could move, he could turn around, and when he looked down he saw he was dressed in the simple black t-shirt and jeans he’d worn to Willie’s that evening.
“Thank you fucking Jesus,” Daryl muttered. He heard the door to the truck slam shut, “If that prick didn’t want to waste his evenin’ up here he shouldn’t’ve bashed my head in.”
Merle let out a choked sob, hand going to his face. Daryl reached down and squeezed his shoulder, surprised that he could do it, surprised that he could feel the leather of Merle’s jacket beneath his hand. It didn’t go both ways; Merle took no notice of his brother’s comforting gesture. Merle’s fists balled up into the earth and he growled out, “Fuckers will pay for this, baby brother. I swear to you on everything.” Then he was getting to his feet and walking back to the truck.
Daryl never saw him again.
He watched the truck as it faded off into the distance. The woods were black but Daryl could still see, and he drifted over to his grave. There was a bit of metal flashing in the moonlight, and Daryl bent down to examine it. He saw it was the Zippo lighter Merle’d brought back from ‘Nam; on the side a hand-engraved skull and the words, 15 KILLS IF YOU ARE RECOVERING MY BODY FUCK YOU. He’d laid it on Daryl’s grave as a miniature tombstone, and later Daryl would wonder if that simple act had been what had freed him from the ground.
He supposed he’d never know.
Three decades later he watches the construction crew trample over his grave again and a-fucking-gain he wonders what would happen if his bones were ever discovered and given a “proper burial”. Wonders if he’d pass over into the Great Beyond or start haunting whatever pauper’s grave is his new resting place. Neither option is particularly appealing—he knows where he’s going if it’s the former and it isn’t the place with the harps and angels floating on fluffy clouds. If it’s the latter he’s not interested in hanging around for eternity in the graveyard of Mountain View Baptist next to his Daddy. He doesn’t know if graveyards are full of ghosts or if he’d have to actually talk to Will Dixon and isn’t interested in finding out.
Daryl is perfectly content to stay where he is. He’s not exactly happy, but he’s at peace. The area around his grave is a beautiful spot, and Daryl can think of worst places to spend eternity.Daryl spends his days wandering through the woods cataloging the flora and fauna and marveling at the endless variety of life teaming in this corner of the Southern Appalachians. He finds everything from black bears to blue ghost fireflies; the latter flickering to life for only a few weeks in wet summers.
On the rare occasions he feels lonely he goes to the stretch of the Appalachian Trail that is just inside the boundary of his haunt. It can get fairly lively depending on the time of year, there’s an overnight shelter in Daryl’s range. Solitary hikers stop and sometimes read and Daryl can look over their shoulders. He only gets a chapter or a two at a time this way, random glimpses at a larger story he’s cut off from. Still it’s something. Whenever he gets bored or depressed he just switches off for a bit and when he returns to the world days or years later he’s refreshed.
Daryl would like to switch off for the duration of construction but he can’t, much to his annoyance. There’s too many people for too much of the day. He’s not sure exactly what causes him to come back to the world after switching off—there’s no rhyme or reason to it—but having people around seems to have something to do with it. He’s never had this many people around, never had them this close to his fucking grave. Heavy workmen’s boots tromping everywhere as they tear down his trees and scare off his animals.
Daryl can affect the physical world. It requires a great deal of sustained concentration and effort for not a lot of results but since he can’t fucking switch off he has nothing better to do. Workers lose their keys, are startled by loud bangs, equipment breaks down, wood piles are toppled over. He follows the construction foreman around, placing his hand on the back of the man’s neck. This is the hardest thing to do and he doesn’t always succeed but when he does the foreman stops dead in his tracks and shivers all over.
“Tobin?” says one of the crew, “You alright, boss?”
“Something just walked over my grave is all,” the guy replies, looking spooked.
“Motherfucker you’ve been tromping over my grave all fucking month,” Daryl snarls, “Let’s see how you like it.” He places his hands on the back of Tobin’s neck and pours every ounce of concentration and anger he has into it. He breaks out the big guns, remembering the night he was murdered, every thrown punch and desperate attempt to survive before he was overwhelmed.
“Boss!” the worker says, and lunges forward to catch Tobin before he can collapse. The beefy guy is pale and his eyes are glassy and he looks on the verge of passing out. Daryl feels savagely triumphant, but only for a moment. It’s replaced by guilt so intense he’d give anything to be able to just switch off and not have to deal with his thoughts or the bright lights of the world any longer. Wants these people gone so he doesn’t feel the pull of his grave so strongly and can leave. Wants to just be able to fucking rest. It’s not this fucker’s fault, he’s just doing his job.
“Sorry,” Daryl mutters, even though the guy doesn’t know he’s there and can’t hear him even if he did, “I’m bein’ a dick.” He decides to leave them alone from that point on, wandering among the fringes of the site, following what animals haven’t been scared off. Watches the building come together—it’s a log cabin with enormous picture windows looking out over the valley.
In the end it turns out to be a good thing he can’t switch off. He might have missed when Aaron showed up for the first time if he had been.
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It’s A Hate-Hate Thing || Part II {Im Changkyun}
Part 1
Prompt: Hi! I don’t know if you’re taking requests but I read your I.M smut (It’s A Hate-Hate Thing) and I loved it so much! I was wondering if you can make a part 2..?
Author: Tay
Pairing: Changkyun x Reader
Word Count: 10k
Warning: nipple piercings, oral sex (male and female receiving), kitchen rendezvous, sexts, multiple orgasms, squirting,
It had been a few weeks since Changkyun and I's little hook-up and I can honestly vouch that I liked it more when we didn't like each other. The foregoing weeks had been filled with awkward silence, glances and the occasion awkward conversations. Most of them going something along the lines of me asking if he needed to get in the bathroom before I took a shower and vice versa. Also, how could I forget? The boys wouldn't stop teasing us and we've both almost blown a few gaskets but shared a look and remained silent. Most of it was harmless anyhow.
I had woken up this morning feeling the best I’ve felt in weeks. I knew all the guys’ schedules like the back of my hand and so I knew Changkyun would be out of the house today.
"Good morning you bitches!" I laughed walking into the kitchen, feeling a million pounds lighter because of the lack of Changkyun in the dorm today. "How did everyone sleep?" I wrapped my arms around Minhyuk and Wonho's shoulders, playfully kissing each of their cheeks. "Why so quiet?" I pout, sauntering toward the fridge to grab the jug of apple juice.
"Why so happy?" Shownu slid into a seat at the island, digging his spoon into his bowl of cereal. "Is it because the maknae is out of the house?" This was the first time anyone had bothered to mention the fact it got so awkward after Changkyun and I slept together but instead of blowing up like I assumed everyone else assumes I would, I smiled.
"Actually...yeah," I shrugged, "It's been so awkward and I'm embarrassed by the fact I've been acting like a dog with my tail between my legs. I mean...Changkyun and I slept together, we're grown-ups, grown-ups sleep with other grown-ups and they get over it."
"Maybe it's awkward because you guys live together," Kihyun shrugged, always the one to put his two cents in but to remain helpful. "Or maybe it's because before you two slept together you hated each other's guts." I tapped my chin and sipped on my drink, "Ever thought of that?" I roll my eyes and go to smack him upside his head but realize...he was right.
"...We just don't know how to address each other now because we've never had a decent conversation," I piggyback on Kihyun's word, smiling as I come to a full realization. "That's totally it! I'll talk to him tonight about...everything." I look around the kitchen, meeting everyone's eyes. "Guys!" They all blink, snapping out of a small daze. "Stop thinking about me having sex with Changkyun...it's weird!"
I stormed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my room, cup still in hand, though it was almost empty. I had to think and plan what I would say to Changkyun, I just couldn't throw these newly found accusations at him without an outline of some sort.
I spent two hours thinking it over, pacing my room, practicing conversations with myself and it might have been the fact I was an overly optimistic person but they all ended well. I was snapped out of my one-sided conversation by the door opening and my head snapped toward the door.
"I'm home," I heard Changkyun call and there was a shuffling and no response. "Wow," He laughs to himself and I open my bedroom door, shuffling down the stairs.
"We need to talk," I lead him to the couch and motion for him to sit down as I do. "Stop looking so tensed, we're grown-ups and grown-ups talk." Changkyun laughs at this and nods, relaxing into the couch.
"Okay..." He takes a deep breath, running a hand down his face. "What do you want to talk about?"
"Do you really have to ask?" I kink a brow, "I want to talk about us. Having sex. And why it's been so awkward." I scoot in closer, placing a hand on his knee. "I mean, I know we used to hate each other and since we've had sex we haven't talked about it." Without thinking about it, I had begun to run my hand up and down his thigh. "We haven't talked about our feelings or what to do next and Kihyun made a very good point earlier when he said that."
"Yeah, yeah," Changkyun looked down at my hand, nodding his head along to what I was saying. "We really should talk..."
"Oh I'm sorry," I talk my hand off his thigh, moving my hands back to my lap. Changkyun's head snaps up and he tucks his lip between his teeth. His eyes were scanning my face as if he were thinking what to say next but regretting it, thinking about it again and then regretting it again. "Changkyun are you okay?"
"Yeah I'm fine," His eyes land on my lips and he brings a shaky hand up to cup th side of my face. "I'm sorry but ever since we slept together I've been thinking about every inch of you and it's been so awkward because I just don't know how to ask you to let me fuck you again." With that, he pushes his lips against mine and I melt into the kiss, I hated to admit it to myself but I've been thinking about his lips and how they felt against mine for the last few weeks.
"What the fuck Changkyun," I whisper against his lips when he pulls away from the kiss.
"I'm sorry," His hand falls to his lap and for the first time in forever, he looked nervous. "I just...I get so fucking hard at just the thought of being inside of you, please let me be able to feel that again," He looked on the verge of crying and looking down I notice the bulge in his khakis.
"Changkyun," I cup the side of his face, pressing my forehead against his. "You've been basically ignoring me for weeks and you think I'm going to let you fuck me that easily? With that puny ass excuse for begging for me?" I chuckle and run the tip of my tongue over the outline of his lips. I place my hand on his bulge and squeeze, "Come back to me when you really want to fuck me again," I pat his thigh before standing up, leaving him on the couch with blue balls.
"Y/N you can't leave me here like this," I look over my shoulder at him as I walk up the stairs, sparing him a small smile. "Please!" He clasps his hands together, shaking them at me.
"I'm sorry Changkyun...I'm so very tired."
It had been a week since I had left Changkyun on the couch and it had been a week since the awkwardness dissolved in the house. Changkyun and I no longer shared awkward anything but the sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with the flick of a knife.
There had been a few incidences where we'd be alone and he'd press himself against me or teasingly grip my thigh but I had turned him down each time. He'd always whisper the same thing in my ear, "I think I'm ready now miss, please miss," and I know he was playfully using the term miss but that didn't help how wet and weak I got each time he did so.
I wouldn't let him know that though, so I would respond with the same answer. "Changkyunie, you don't sound too convincing...baby boy," I didn't know what we were doing but it was a complete turn around from what originally happened, I was in charge and I was loving it. Ever fucking second of it.
I guess Changkyun wasn't enjoying it as much as I was. Sometimes your hand isn't as good as a vibrator. "Y/N, I need you to cut the bullshit, I've been rock hard since our 'talk' and you've done nothing but be a tease about it." Changkyun approached me one day, in the kitchen, the others still upstairs sleeping. It was one of their days off and while the others were relaxing Changkyun was pacing the kitchen floor,
"Changkyun," I put down the other half of my sandwich and brush my fingers together to get the crumbs off. "Have a seat," I nod toward the chair across from me and he desperately scrambles to sit down. "I've noticed you've been sexually deprived these last few days...is this correct?" I deepen my voice to make it sound professional and he sticks his tongue in the inside of his cheek, scoffing in disbelief.
"Yes! I figured you would know, being one of the biggest teases on the earth. I asked you for one simple favor, to let me fuck you again after you brought it up and then you left me on the couch with blue balls. Literally, I was so hard and my hand wasn't helping because all I could think about was fucking you again." He slammed his fist on the table and I placed a finger against my lips.
"We wouldn't want to wake the others would we?" Changkyun quickly shakes his head and his hands fall to his lap. "Changkyun how badly do you want to fuck me?"
"So fucking badly," He whispers through clenched teeth, "If I'm being honest if I were to fuck you right now I don't know how long I'd last I've been wanting to feel your pussy wrapped around me for long." I smile at his words, waving a hand through the air.
"You flatter me," I bat my lashes and giggle making him shake his head, scoffing once again.
"Do you think this is a joke?" I stop my antics and stare him dead in the eye,
"Yes! And I do have something you want and you're not being very nice to me right now." Changkyun runs a hand over his face before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Now, I’m going to go take a shower.” I sultry whisper, eyes falling to his bulge. "Try not to think about it too hard, wouldn't want you creaming your pants or anything,"
Changkyun grunted in response and watched me walk out of the kitchen. “Why are you such a fucking tease?” Is the last thing I hear from him as I bound up the stairs the biggest smile on my face.
“What are you so smiley for?” Minhyuk asked as he walked out the room, rubbing his eyes. “It’s nine in the damn morning,” I roll my eyes at him and continued onto my room, “Oh no! Changkyun are you still alive?”
“Unfortunately!” Changkyun calls back and I can hear the desperation in his voice as he does so only making my smile harder as I close my bedroom door behind me.
Turning the shower off, I heavily sigh, reaching out to grab my towel. I wrap it around myself and open the door, stepping into my bedroom. “Hi.” I find Changkyun on my bed, coyly waving.
“Ah! What the hell.” I almost jumped out of my skin, “Changkyun what the hell are you doing in my room?” I laugh at myself, shaking my head to clear the alarm from my head.
“I came to see you...” he leans back on his palms, watching me gather my things to get ready for bed. “Need any help?” I scoff and plop down at my vanity, reaching for my biggest bottle of lotion.
“Could you come and get my back?” I throw my towel to the side and look back at him over my shoulder. “Please,” Something flashes in his eyes but he stands up without protest, marching toward me.
“Bottle please.” I reach back to place the bottle in hand and straighten my back, hands in my lap. I watch as he squirts some into his palm and rubs them together before his hands are on my shoulders.
“Hmm,” I whimper, tucking my lip between my teeth, knowing exactly what I was doing to him. “That feels nice,” I tilt my head to the side and let my eyes flutter closed, ‘losing’ myself in the feeling of his hands moving over my back.
“Fuck,” I hear him mutter behind me and I jump, eyes flying open when I feel his hands snaking up my sides.
“Thank you Changkyun,” I speak sternly, smirking when his hands fall to his sides in defeat. “That’ll be all,” Changkyun takes a hesitant step back but turns on his heel and briskly exits the door, slamming the door shut behind him. I giggle and pick up my phone. I open the camera and snap a quick picture of my reflection before sending it to Changkyun. I accompany the picture with the text, ‘How do you like them?’
I put my phone down and turn the ringer off, preparing for Changkyun’s oncoming storm of texts in response to my picture and text. I smile at myself in the mirror, happy I had gotten my nipples pierced a few days after Changkyun and I slept together. I had been advised to avoid having them touched for the first month or so and that’s exactly what I had done. The bars I had in were the standard stainless steel ones with the opal jewels at the ends and I knew basic or not they’d send Changkyun over the edge.
The first text comes sooner than expected and then the others almost make my phone fall off my vanity. I finish lotioning down my body and pick my phone up, trying to not appear too eager to myself.
Changkyun: What the actual fuck?! (10:56 am)
Changkyun: Why the hell are you sending me pictures when I can’t even touch you?? (10:56 am)
Changkyun: Not gonna lie...that pic is going to come in handy later ;) (10:57 am)
Changkyun: Why am I even feeding into your bullshit? (10:57 am)
Changkyun: You’re just going to leave me hard as a fucking boulder while you get off with your pink little vibrator (10:59 am)
I chuckle at the last text, you could hear the bitterness in the written words.
Me: Changkyunie...(11:02 am)
Me: I want you to fuck me too but...(11:02 am)
I squeeze my thighs shut and snap a picture of my closed legs, sending it to him.
Me: You’re not sounding too convincing baby boy (11:07 am)
There’s a grunt from a few doors down and I can’t help but chuckle, feeling heat spread across my stomach. I hadn’t even thought twice about sending Changkyun either of the pictures I had and even though there were risks, he was too eager to fuck me and so he’d never do anything to jeopardize the chance.
Changkyun: Come here...please just come here! (11:10 am)
I stand up for my vanity and walk to my wardrobe pulling out one of the dresses I slipped on when I’d be in the house all day before exiting the room. I slowly walk toward his room and don’t even bother to knock, walking in on a sight for sore eyes. “Hi,” I whisper, tongue darting over my suddenly chapped lips.
There Changkyun laid, hand wrapped around his cock, the upper half of his body against his headboard. He was completely clothed still, his sweats pulled down just enough to have released his cock, but he looked so naked and vulnerable. “Please help me miss, please,” He pleaded and bucked his hips into his hand, teeth clamping shut in frustration. “Just touch me,”
I walk toward the bed, eyes glued on his hand wrapped around his shaft. His fingers looked so pretty in comparison to his ridge shaft. The tip of his cock was a solid angry red, the slit leaking like a broken faucet, the veins in his cock were protruding and it took everything in me to not rush toward him and take him down my throat. “How do you want me to touch you Changkyun?” I finally look at his face and I almost break, nearly falling to the floor, my knees felt so weak. His hair stuck to his forehead due to the light layer of sweat that covered his body, his cheeks were flushed a dark red and his tongue was poking out the corner of his mouth in frustration. He looked so, in other words, fucking beautiful.
“Anything! I just need anything!” I sit at the foot of his head and cross my legs, reaching forward to replace his hand with mine. “Yes, thank you...” He breathes and you can see the weight lifting off his shoulders as his eyes close in bliss. I slowly drag my hand along his shaft, deciding to provide him with some sort of relief. I felt a sense of pride that he was so hard because of me but I also felt bad because he was so hard because of me. Not being able to help myself I lean over and wrap my lips around the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around the meaty head as my hand quickens on his shaft. “I’m gonna...oh fuck, I’m gonna...” Changkyun cries, fingers gripping the sheets as he begins to involuntarily thrust into my mouth. “Y/N!” Is the last thing he screams at the top of his lungs before I feel his load shooting the back of my tongue, sliding down my throat without any extra effort.
I pulled off his cock and smiled up at him “You were right,” I reference a conversation we had earlier, he admitted he’d cum as soon as he started fucking me, “One pump chump,” I push, hand slowly stroking his cock, pressing kisses to his shaking thighs.
“I’m sorry...I’ve just been so hard and it’s nearly impossible to get myself off,” I pull away from him and stand up from the bed.
“Now you have two things to prove to me. First, I need to know how badly you really want to fuck my pussy and second, I need to know if you’re going to last if I let you fuck my pussy,” I spit at him before walking out the room, desperate to get my vibrator out to get myself off.
“Wait!” I stop at the door and slowly turn to face him again. “Let me help,” He runs his fingers through his sweat-soaked hair and gives me a half smile. “I mean I still have fingers and a mouth,” He flicks his tongue at me and I have to quickly exit the room, a hair away from giving in to his efforts. “Your loss!” He calls after me and I shake my head, willing myself to walk to my room and not back into his room.
“Good morning,” Changkyun pushes himself against me, his morning wood very obvious in his loose shorts. “How’d it go last night?” I couldn’t see him but I know he was smirking, I involuntarily whimper at the loss of contact when he pulls away and sink my teeth into my bottom lip as a punishment.
“F-fine,” I whisper through clenched teeth, shaking from the sheer fact I was ready to jump his bones then and there. I couldn’t even bring myself to think about how we hated each other less than a few months ago, I wanted to fuck him so bad right now.
“If you caved right now no would blame you,” Changkyun comes back behind me and buried his face in the crook of my neck, arms wrapping around my waist. “I’ll forget what you said last night and I’ll fuck you good and right.” His hand finds its way under the side of my shorts and he circles his hand to the front of them, “Right here, right now,” His voice lowers and his finger runs up my slit, “Gosh!” He says in a shrill voice, “You’re soaked, miss...” His voice returns to normal and he pulls on my lobe.
“Changkyun,” I moan, nearly falling onto the floor from the stretch of his finger entering my core. "I just..." My words were literally caught in my throat. Changkyun chuckled against my ear and pushed a second finger into my slickened hole, curling them with expertise. "We shouldn't, I can't, not here-"
"Shhh," He cooed and ground the palm of his hand against my aching clit. "Just let me take care of you," He rocked his hips against my ass, providing himself a bit of relief as he continued to curl his fingers against my sensitive spot. "You feel so tight around my fingers, has no one fucked this pretty little pussy since I did?" I whimper, fingers gripping the edge of the counter. "Answer me, miss," He growls and slows his fingers, coming to an eventual stop. "Has anyone fucked this pussy," He pauses as if thinking over what to say next, the pause so long I was sure he was weighing the pros and cons of what he was going to say next. "my pussy, since I have. They better have not,"
"Oh, shit," My thighs clamping around his hand as his words only serve to turn me on more, "N-no," I quickly shake my head, "No one's fucked me since," I bow my head and fuck myself onto his fingers, developing a death grip on the counter. "Changkyun I'm close," I gasp, walls clenching desperately around his fingers, hips rutting toward the counter. "I'm so close..." My eyes squeeze shut and my body shakes against his as I cum around his fingers.
"That's it, miss, that's it," He presses cool kisses against my heated skin as he continues to push his fingers against my sensitive spot, knees buckling at the overwhelming pleasure. He pulls his fingers from my shorts and steps away from me. I weakly turn around and fall into a seat at the island. He lifts his fingers to his mouth and twirls his tongue around the soaked digits, licking the palm of his hand as well. "Thank you miss," He spares me a cheeky smile and turns on his heel before walking from the kitchen.
"Holy fuck," I breath, running a hand over my face. My hands were shaky from the orgasm he had given him and all I could think about was him fucking me on the island. I run my fingers through my hair and watch the kitchen door to see if he'd walk back in, heart speeding up when the door opened again only for Hyungwon to walk in, sleep evident on his face, arms stretching over his head. "Oh...good morning," I stand up from the seat and try not to collapse to the floor, basically failing as I walked out the kitchen like a newborn deer.
"Good morning Bambi," Hyungwon mumbled after me, scratching the top of his head.
I made it to my room with a little more effort than usual, cursing the fact I was so affected by a little orgasm the whole way up. "Fuck you Im Changkyun, fuck you." I plop down on my bed and plot for my next move. "Maybe I should just give in..." I sigh in defeat, hands folded, resting on my stomach. I still had Changkyun in the palm of my hand, giving in wouldn't give him all the power. I reached over and grabbed my phone unlocking it to go to Changkyun's contact.
Me: If we can get all the guys out of the house again...then I'll cave (11: 42 am)
Me: God, it goes against everything I stand for right now but I need you and I need you bad (11: 44 am)
I chew on the tip of my thumb as I wait for a response, nearly jumping out my skin when I receive one so quickly.
Changkyun: I'll send them out to get drinks on me (11:45 am)
I laugh at his antics but type back a quick 'ok'. I go to toss my phone toward the end of my bed but another text from Changkyun makes me stop.
Changkyun: Wear that yellow set you got last summer...the one you showed everyone in the house but me...(11:46 am)
I kink a brow, remembering the set I had indeed gotten last Summer and had indeed shown everyone in the house because I looked so good in it. I remember going to show Changkyun only for him to get off his bed, headphones in, and slam his door in my face. I had been so pissed at him back then, he hadn't even bothered to look at me and that's what pissed me off the most.
Me: Got it ;) (11: 47 am)
It was now nine or ten something at night and I sat on the couch, watching Changkyun try to get the older members out the house. I was trying my best to keep my laughter to myself but no one was making it easy.
"You want us to what?" Shownu laughed, snatching the cash from Changkyun's hand. "Wouldn't you just prefer to go out with Y/N? Wouldn't that be less of a hassle?" Shownu looks over at me and I shrug, hugging my robe closer to my body.
"No it wouldn't be, it's too much hassle to go down the street so please hyungs...go out! Enjoy yourselves! Go home with someone tonight, but please give us a few hours..." Changkyun looked at me over his shoulder. "We're going to need it." He winks at me and I shyly look away, burying my face in my shoulder.
"Okay ew," Minhyuk scrunches up his face and snatches the money from Shownu's finger, shoving it into his front pocket. "We'll leave right now as long as you never talk to us about your sex life again!" Minhyuk waves his arms through the air and rallies the others toward the door. "For the sake of us all, just please don't go on,"
Changkyun and I watch them all file out the house. Changkyun joining them to slam the door closed, "Thank you!" He smiles and spins on his heel, clasping his hands together. "Miss," He ticks his head to the right and runs his tongue over his lips, "Miss take it off please," He nods toward my form and I can only assume he means my robe and so I stand up giving him a teasing smirk. He takes a few steps toward me, eyes focused on my body as I untied my robe. The look on his face made him look like a completely different person. He looked like sex was the one and only thing on his mind and outside of it, he wouldn't be able to function at the moment. "Hurry Miss," He slowly makes his way to sit on the couch, teeth worrying his bottom lip. "I'm getting impatient," His eyes dart from my hands to my face and then back to my hands, his tongue darting over his lips as he nods for me to go on.
"I'm sorry, baby boy, miss didn't mean to tease you," There's a tug at his lips at the mention of baby boy and I now know for a fact the name has more effect on him than he tries to let on. I finally push my robe from my body, his eyes widening at the sight.
"Holy fuck," He makes grabby hands at me but I only take a step back. "What are you doing?"
"Do you like it?" He eagerly nods his head, making grabby hands at me again. "You would've seen it last summer if you weren't such a jerk," I do a little twirl and when I come to face him again I pull at the garter strap. The set wasn't anything too fancy. It was a simple garter panty and bra set with stockings with a bow at the valley of my breast and one in the middle of the lace garter than ran around my body, right below my belly button.
"You look so pretty in it, I'm sorry I was such a jerk last summer." Changkyun runs his hands over his face, but all I can focus on is the growing bulge in his pants. "Just please stop teasing me miss, come and sit on your baby boy's lap," He pats his thighs but I can only smile.
"How's my ass look in it baby boy?" I turn around again and shake my ass at him, yelping when I feel his hands on my hips, pulling me down into his lap. "Oh, Changkyun," I gasp at the feeling of his cock against my ass. "You really were so hard for me," Changkyun chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist, chin resting on my shoulder.
"It looks so good, I couldn't resist myself," His fingers move over the straps of my garter and he pulls them, snapping them against the sensitive skin of my thigh. "The color looks so pretty against your skin and you have a huge wet spot, right here," His fingers move from my thigh to my core, index finger outlining the shape of my wet spot. "I could barely focus, all I wanted to do was sit you down and eat that sweet cunt of yours." His words make me grind my ass against his bulge, now eager to feel his mouth on my pussy. "I haven't stopped thinking about the way you taste, that little taste in the kitchen didn't do me any justice," His fingers slip below the band of panties, fingers finding my aching clit.
"Fuck Changkyun," I whimper, bucking my hips into his touch. "Can you just eat my pussy right here? I'm dying to feel your mouth on my pussy, please," Changkyun pulls his hand from my panties and taps my thigh.
"Stand up for me miss," I do as he says, and he stands up after me, nodding for me to lay down on the couch. I lay down and prop my right leg up on the couch, exposing myself to him. "Pull your panties to the side for me miss, show me that needy little cunt of yours." I hook two fingers in the side of my panties and pull them away from my core, exposing my soaked slit to his hungry eyes. "Fuck," He falls to his knees, cracking his knuckles, eyes never leaving my core. His hands push at my thighs and he leans in, timidly running his tongue up my slit. When I moan and push my hips into his touch he runs his tongue up my slit with more confidence.
"Changkyun," I whisper, hands cradling the back of his head, "You make me feel so good, eat miss' pussy like the good baby boy she knows you are," The words stumble off my tongue without a second thought, so caught up in the moment. Changkyun moans against my pussy and runs his tongue up my slit again. He digs his tongue into my clit, hands push harder against my thighs, opening me up more for his liking. "You're so fucking skilled with your tongue," I shake my head from side to side against the armrest of the couch, nails raking against his scalp. He runs his tongue down my core and pushes the thick muscle into my tight hole. The sound of his tongue against my core was lewd and dirty and it served no other purpose but to turn me on more, my walls aching to be wrapped around something, anything.
Changkyun pulls away from my pussy and he smiles up at me, "You taste like heaven miss, so sweet, so wet, so good," He presses a few quick kisses against my clit, before nipping at it. My eyes widen and my hips buck into his touch, "I'm sorry," He cheekily smiles, "I just couldn't help myself," I push him back into my core, hinting that I wanted him to finish what he had started. His eyes are dark, screaming nothing but trouble as he levels his mouth with my core again. There’s no plot before he nips at my clit, sucking the bud into the heat of his mouth when my hips jerk in response. His hands move from my thighs to pin my hips to the bed, his head moving side to side. His tongue replicated his actions, swiping over my clit in quick motions as he sucked on it harder.
“Fuck!” I whimpered, bottom lip quivering in response to his actions. I had more to say to praise him but all words died on the tip of my tongue, all replaced with moans to let him know he was doing exactly what he needed to be doing. He lays his arm across my waist, moving his hand over the inside of my thigh and to my slit. His eyes flick up to mine and he winks before pushing two fingers into my slickened entrance. “Changkyun,” Is the only thing I can say, hips uncontrollably rolling into his mouth. His fingers curl in attempt to find my hidden spot, eyes flicking over my face, looking for the clue to let him know when he’s found it. “Changkyun,” I fall helplessly against the couch and bring my hands up to run over my shoulders, up my neck and into my hair. I tug at it, eyes struggling to stay open as I try to keep eye contact with him.
“Is that is miss?” He mumbles against my clit, fingers quickly pushing in and out of my aching core. “Right there?” He hits my spot particularly hard and wraps his lips around my clit again. His eyes lock with mine and I know he wants to watch as I fall apart under his touch. My hands are everywhere, over the back of the couch, down my body, over his shoulders, and into his hair. I need something to ground me as he pushes me into my orgasm.
“Oh my god!” I screech, eyes rolling to the back of my head as my orgasm crashes over me. My hips are everywhere, pushing into his mouth, pulling away from him, uncontrollable. “Please!” I cry, pleading for nothing and everything at the same time. “Thank you, Changkyun, thank you,” my brain is hazy, I’m intoxicated by the feeling of his lips against my core, intoxicated by the feeling of his hands on my skin, intoxicated by his eyes on me, it was all just too much. “Changkyun,” I weakly push at his head and he gets the gist, slowly pulling his mouth away from my clit, fingers curling against my sensitive spot once more before he slowly draws them from my core. He sits up and smirks at me, waving the two fingers at me.
“You look a little...spent,” He sticks his tongue out and twirls his fingers around his soaked digits, closing his mouth around them to twist and pull them in and out of his mouth. I whimper at the sight and my eyes travel from his mouth to his bulge.
“Nuh-uh” He grips my knee, "Eyes up here," My eyes travel back up his and he smiles at me, wagging his brows. "We'll get to that eventually," He grabs the back of the couch and leans over my body, rubbing his bulge against my bare slit. "I've been dying to play with these," He pulls the cups of my bra down and his eyes widen to the size of saucers when he sees the piercings I had teased him with. "Are they sensitive?" His hands cup the sides of them and his thumbs hover over them, just waiting for me to tell him it was okay to touch me.
"Go ahead Changkyun," I whisper, watching him in amusement as he awes over my piercings. "Touch them," He runs his thumbs over them and I shudder in response, back arching into his touch. "That feels good," I hum and he smiles, leaning down to suck the sensitive bud into his mouth. "Oh, you little shit," I breathlessly moan, hand coming up to softly run through his hair, naturally pushing him closer. "They're so sensitive," I chuckle, eyes fluttering closed when he circles his tongue around the bud.
"I likey," He whispers, blowing cool air on the bud, "When you can change them I'm going to buy you all kinds of rings, and I want you to show me them all." He moves to the other bub and blows cool air on it first, watching with bated breath as it stands to attention. He gently bites the hardened bud and this is a whole new feeling,
"Changkyun," I cry, eyes widening at the feeling. "God they were right. The stimulation is amazing." Changkyun sucks on the bud, twirling his tongue around it before pulling away with a lewd pop.
"They're so pretty," Changkyun whispers and sits up, hands moving down my body, fingers hooking in my garter band. "Miss?" He suddenly asks, his voice so soft, so light, so suddenly innocent. He looks at me with wide eyes, making himself seem so much more innocent than he actually was, a trick he often pulled on his hyungs. "Can I fuck you?" He pushes one hand under the hem of his pants and gropes himself, head tilting back, soft sighs falling from his lips. "I've been such a good boy, can I finally fuck you, miss?"
I reach forward and wrap my fingers around his wrist, pulling his hand from his pants. "You have been such a good boy Changkyun," I praise him, moving his hand to my navel. "Of course you can fuck me, I've been waiting for you to fuck me for so long," There's a breeze in the room and it blows across my core, goosebumps rising on my skin. "Come on Changkyun!" I pout, "Fuck me!" Changkyun quickly stands up off the couch and pulls his pants to his feet, kicking them toward the recliner in the living room. There's a huge wet spot on his briefs, which I have no time to tease him about because he quickly pulls them down and kicks them away as well. The sight of his cock makes my mouth water, and he knows the effect he has on me even giving his shaft a playful tug.
"Do you want to suck it? You look like you want to suck it but you can't suck it for too long miss or I'll cum in your mouth and I want to cum in your pussy," He steps close enough to tap the head of his cock against my lips, slowly pulling away to create a thin line of precum. "Hmm, miss?" He kinks a brow and traces the outline of my lips with his cock. I open my mouth and this seems to genuinely surprise him, as his actions still for a second. "You're such a naughty girl miss," He clicks his tongue and pushes his cock into my mouth, shoulds shaking when I encase my mouth around his length. "So warm," He moans, rolling his head in appreciation of my actions. I twirl my tongue around his cock, covering my eager taste buds. "Ever thought about getting a tongue ring?" I run my tongue along his undershaft, raising my brows to wordlessly answer his question. "Fuck!" His fingers cradle the back of my head, and he pushes my head further down his shaft, stopping when I gag around him. My hand comes up to grip his hip and I push further down on his cock, letting him know I'd be alright taking his whole length. "Have you been practicing miss? Do you deep throat your cock wishing it was mine?" He growls, snapping his hips into my mouth, "God I help you've been practicing with your toy thinking about it being my cock, that means you're thinking of me, thinking about sucking my cock one day,"
He pulls me off of his cock and smiles at the sight of the thick strings of spit connected from my lips and the tip of his cock. "Changkyun you talk too much," I flick my tongue over his slit, leaning forward to take him into my mouth again, eager to feel the weight of his cock on my tongue once again. "And if you're going to face fuck me, face fuck me," I shrug, "I can take it Changkyun," Changkyun grunts at this and tightens his grip on my hair, pushing me down on his cock, actions quick until my nose is flat against his lower navel.
"You want me to face fuck you?" He kinks a brow, accepting a challenge I had never officially laid out for him. "I'll face-fuck you then," He ticks his head to the side and begins to snap his hips into my face, the tip of his cock slamming into the back of my throat. I gag around him, eyes watering at his actions. "Think you bit off more than you could chew?" His teeth clamp down on his bottom lip before he tilts his head back, hips never slowing, my walls enviously clenching nothing. "I think you did, miss, a lot more," He harshly pulls his cock out of my mouth and cups my chin, slapping my cheek with his fingers. "If I wasn't so set on cumming inside that tight ass pussy of yours I'd fuck your throat raw, so raw you wouldn't be able to talk for days." I roll my eyes at him and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand,
"You told the others that we'd need the place for a few hours...you have plenty of time to finish and bounce back," It had only been an hour or so and if I knew the guys like I knew the guys they'd stay out for the hours suggested, a few of them might even go home with someone. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, batting my lashes at him.
"You are such a naughty little thing miss," Changkyun grips the back of my head and thrusts his cock into my mouth, smiling when I gag around him. I close my mouth around his length and wink up at him. "You like the feeling of a cock on your tongue, don't you?" Changkyun slowly draws his hips away from my mouth and slowly pushes back into my mouth. "You like the feeling of a cock being shoved down your throat," He pulls away and snaps his hip forward, my eyes widening when I choke on him, "Don't you?" He drags his tongue over his lips, rolling his hips against my face.
"I know you do miss, I know you love the feeling of a cock in your mouth, fucking your throat like it's your pussy," Changkyun rasped, his voice making my core tingle, walls clenching around nothing at his words. "I know it because you're such a fucking slut Y/N," He pushes fully into my mouth and smirks down at me, "For all these years, you've been running that mouth when you could've been sucking my dick," I moan around his cock, his hips roughly bucking into my mouth at the vibrations around his cock. "God, miss, you're drooling," Balls of spit roll down my chin, hitting my chest in heavy doses, "I like it," Tears well in my eyes, and it's getting harder and harder to breath through my nose, "Do you need a break miss?"
Changkyun pulls away so only the tip of his cock is in my mouth, and I flick my tongue against the head of his cock, teasingly twirling my tongue around the tip of his cock. "Miss!" He stomps his foot and pushes his cock back into my mouth, "I was trying to be a good baby boy but you make it so hard miss, so damn hard," He shakes his head and begins to fuck my throat, reaching the deepest depths of my throat each time, giving me room to do anything but sit there and take his cock down my throat. "You look so pretty with tears running down your face, and spit dribbling down your chin, can I take a picture and make it my lock screen?" He playfully laughs, but looks around, checking to see if he had brought his phone down. "You wouldn't mind would you miss? You probably like the risk of it being seen, a cock down your throat, tears streaming down your face, you look so damn pretty miss," He cups my face and wipes away the tears with his thumb. "Can I cum down your throat miss?" I swallow around his cock and the tip of his cock twitches against the back of my throat before his seed is sliding down my throat. "Oh miss!" He rasps, fingers tightening on the back of my head as he cums down my throat. "Oh god miss," He lightly shakes his head from side to side, chest rising and falling as he pulls away from my mouth.
"You had such a big load for me baby boy," I breath, hands coming up to clean my face, but Changkyun grabs my wrist and throws them to the side. "I kind of wish you could've filled my pussy with it," I flick my tongue at him and spread my legs, running my fingers up my wet slit. "Are you finally ready to fuck my pussy Changkyun?" Changkyun plops down beside me and swats my hand away,
"I'm going to need a damn minute," He chuckled, one hand on my core, the other pushing back his sweaty locks. His index finger circles my engorged clit, "I don't think I've ever had anyone suck the soul out my dick, but call it what you want I'm completely spent." He runs a finger down my slit and pushes the single digit into my eager entrance. He smirks at me and begins to slowly twist his finger in and out of my hole, "I can't wait to fuck this tight pussy miss," He pushes in a second finger and I notice the way his softened cock twitches when I clench around his fingers. "I bet I can make you cum with three fingers," He waves his thumb back and forth at me, curling his fingers against my walls.
"That's no challenge," I roll my eyes at him, kicking his knee with my foot. "You're always trying to make bets, if you're going to make me cum, make me cum," I wave my hand through the air, and blow a little kiss his way.
"You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"I'd love that," I tightly smile, walls clenching around his fingers once again. "Come on Changkyun, make miss cum," Changkyun presses his thumb against my clit and pokes his tongue out in concentration.
"Give me a time limit," He huffs, pressing his fingers harder against my hidden patch of nerves, "Gotta give me something," He pleads, and I tap my chin, thinking over some restrictions on how I could please his need for a challenge.
"Okay, make me cum in three minutes and I'll let you fuck me in any position you want." This makes his eyes shine, little did he know, if he won the bet or not I was going to let him fuck me in any position he wanted to. I just wanted to see if he could do it, "Your time starts...now!" Changkyun begins to erratically swipe his thumb over my clit, fingers rubbing against my patch of nerves. "Changkyun!" I whimper, running my fingers through my hair, "What are you doing?" I jut my bottom lip out, brows furrowing in confusion.
"I'm trying something I saw in a porn once," This worries me but I let him continue, "Don't worry," He laughs at my expression, continuing with his actions, thumb pressing harder against my clit. "How much time do I have?" I shrug,
"Maybe half a minute..." Changkyun presses his lips together, eyes hooding as he focuses on doing whatever he was trying to do. "Shit...that feels...that feels nice," Changkyun's thumb quickens on my clit, and I realize what he's trying to do, he was trying to make me squirt.
"There's gonna be a pressure, but I want you to accept it, I promise it'll feel so good," There's one final push before I'm squirting around his fingers, hips bucking out of control. "There you go, there you go," He coos, fingers now pushing in and out of my sopping hole, juices still spilling around his fingers. "You have so much for me," He bends over and presses a kiss on my clit before completely pulling his hand away from my core. He waves his soaked fingers through the air and then nods toward his lap, his cock now fully erect again. "I just want you over the back of the couch," He simply says, wrapping his fingers around his cock, giving it a few strokes. "Get up for me miss, bend over the back of the couch for me," I narrow my eyes at him but stand up from the couch, walking around it with shaky legs.
"You're a little shit," I whimper as I bend over the back of the couch, "Now come and fuck me," I run my hands over his shoulders and he stands up, hurrying around the couch. "You moved so fast you almost gave me whiplash," I chuckle, teasingly shaking my ass at him. His hands press against my lower back and he moves them over my ass and down my thighs, his hand cupping the back of my knee. He lifts my leg up and braces it against the back of the couch, exposing my pussy to his liking. A shiver runs up my spine when a gust of cool air breezes past my exposed core. "Changkyun," I whine, looking over my shoulder at him, "Fuck me,"
He blinks at me repeatedly, eyes traveling from my core to my face, "Sorry I was just enjoying the view," Changkyun's other hand grabs his cock and he runs the meaty head of his cock up the length of my slit, swiping it across my clit. His lips are pulled into a playful grin, tongue poking the corner of his mouth. He stops at my entrance and his eyes flick up at me before he slowly pushes into me. "I got you, I got you," He wraps an arm around my middle section and pulls me flush against his chest, coming to a halt. "So wet," His body shudders against mine, "So warm," His lips press hotly against my ear, other hand coming up to grip my tit, thumb running over the pierced bud. "You're so fucking hot, miss," Changkyun slowly pulls out of me, and pushes in just as slowly, he was being such a tease for someone waiting to fuck me for as long as he said he was. "I'm going to fuck you like you deserve to be miss I promise," His pace is slow as ever but the feeling of his cock slowly pushing in and out of my tight hole was amazing, "I just need to savor the moment for a second," His hands desperately grab at my body, "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock and with the way you like to act I don't know when I'll be able to feel it again."
"Changkyun," My hand comes up to cradle the back of his head, head turning so I can place quick, small kisses against his lips. "Take your time baby, take your time," I drop my hand and my hands grip the back of the couch, head resting on his shoulder. I honestly didn't know what we were going to be after this. I didn't know if it was going to be awkward again after we both got what we wanted, or if it'd be normal and fun like it had been these last few weeks we had been playing this game of cat and mouse. I only knew what I wanted and that was Changkyun, in any way I could get him. "Fuck my pussy how you want to baby, it's all yours," I clench around him and his breath hitches in his throat, both his hands moving across my body, coming to grip my hips. He pulls me back against him, hips slamming against my ass with more force.
"All mine?" His tongue laps against the shell of my ear, "This pussy is all mine? I can fuck it when I want?" His words are slurred, hips gradually picking up their speed. "All mine..." He growls and digs his nails into my skin, teeth pulling at the lobe of my ear.
"All yours Changkyun," I cry, hands leaving the couch to cradle the back of his head. "So fuck me Changkyun, fuck me like I deserve to be fucked," Changkyun's hand grips my chin and he turns my head to press his lips against mine, tongue pushing back the partly closed lips. I moan into the kiss, tongue lapping into the heat of his mouth, clashing against his. It's like something inside of him snaps, his thrust becoming impatiently and harsh.
"Your pussy is so tight and wet, you're so fucking wet Y/N," He breathes against my lips, pecking them one last time. "How's that feel baby?" He pushes the tip of his cock against my rough patch of nerves, my knee buckling at the feeling of his cock pushing against my g-spot. "You like my cock pounding this tight little pussy of yours? You like my big cock splitting this tight little cunt? If this pussy is all mine then this dick is all yours, all yours baby, wherever you want me, whenever you want me." His voice is right in my ear but I can barely hear him over the sound of his cock pushing into my cunt, juices spilling around his cock, some dribbling down my thighs. "I'm gonna cum so deep inside this pussy baby, fill you to the fucking hilt with the load I've been waiting to fill this pussy with," His hand leaves my hip, his fingers finding my clit, pressing against the throbbing nub. "But I need you to cum for me first Y/N,"
"Changkyun," I gasp, my upper-half falling over the back of the couch, fingers gripping the edge of the cushions. My eyes screw shut, walls erratically clenching around his cock the closer he pushed me to my orgasm.
"Cum for me miss, cum around my cock," His words are the trigger that sends me over the edge, waves of fire rolling in my lower belly as I cum for the third time tonight. "Oh fuck!" He cries, fingers stilling on my clit, cock continuing to push into my pussy, Changkyun desperately chasing his second orgasm of the night. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum inside this pussy miss," Changkyun moves my leg to the floor and bends over my body, chest pressing against my back, he pushes as far as he can into my core and his teeth clamp down on my shoulder as he cums.
My knees buckle at the feeling of warmth flooding my core. "That's it Changkyun, fill miss with your cum," I coo, hand coming up to cradle the back of his head, nails scraping against his scalp. "Cum for miss, cum for me," I turn my head and press a few cool kisses against his heated skin. "You're such a good boy," Changkyun stands up straight, and slowly pulls his hips away from my ass, his cum dribbling down my thighs. "Thank you for filling miss with your cum," I smile at him over my shoulder and stand up as well, turning to smile at him. I sit on the back of the couch and my hands grip his face, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. "Changkyun, I'm gonna be honest-" The door is flung open and in stumbles a drunk Minhyuk, a just as drunk girl on his arm.
"I-I can't remember if you said to go home with someone or to bring someone home but-" Minhyuk looks at the girl and begins to giggle, foot closing the door, "This is Mindi and we can't find Jooheon," Changkyun and I watch him with furrowed brows as he pulls the girl toward the stairs, both of them ignoring the fact we were naked on the couch.
"We will deal with that later, anyway as I was saying-" The door is flung open again, in stumbling Hyungwon and Wonho, hands over each other. "Are you fucking serious?" They don't respond and find their way up the stairs as well, "I might as well wait for Kihyun and Shownu,"
"No need! They each went home with someone! I don't know who but they were fans, so pray for them!" Wonho screams from the top of the stairs.
"Now," I giggle, pressing a quick kiss to Changkyun's puckered lips, "I was saying that if I'm being honest I don't know what we are or what we're doing but I obviously like you and vice versa," I press another kiss to his lips, smiling as he does. "Maybe we don't have to put any official title on it yet, no boyfriend or girlfriend just grown-ups who occasionally sleep together," I shrug, wrapping my arms around his torso, "Is that fine with you?" He eagerly nods his head and kisses me this time.
"Of course," He pulls away and grabs my robe from the couch, pulling it around my body. "Now as much as I would like to bask in the glory of this agreement, we have to go help the others, and we have to find Jooheon." I giggle at Changkyun and press a final kiss on his lips, pushing him away from me. "If you don't mind, I'd rather go look for Jooheon, they tend to get messy when their drunk," Changkyun winces, "I'm going to go get my phone, and track down Jooheon's phone, I had his find my Iphone turned on years ago, this isn't the first time we've lost him,"
Changkyun goes to walk away but I grab his wrist, pulling him back toward me. "I want you to sleep with me tonight, that okay?" Changkyun kisses me once more, his face splitting into a wide grin.
"That's more than okay, I'm gonna go before monbebes find Jooheon, I'll be back in an hour, wait up for me," He kisses the corner of my mouth before rushing off up the stairs.
"I guess that leaves me with the three damn stooges upstairs,"
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I know you know it
Exams were just around the corner and needless to say you were practically a ball of frayed nerves ready to catch alight at any given moment. Anything could set you off, when you became stressed you tended to verge towards extremes. Whether it was laughing to the point you wet yourself or crying over a misspelt word on a revision card. The revision cards you had brought the second week of term, but did you start revising then? Of course not and my god were you paying for it now.
Sitting up to the countertop of your small student flat was a nightmare, the harder you tried to focus the more distracted you became. You couldn’t help but listen to the click of the clock and count down how many hours you could theoretically do that night if you focused right now. An old habit you developed on the sleepless nights, thinking about how much sleep you could get if you just dropped off right that second, which of course only ever stressed you out more over how little time you had left.
You groan as you flick to the next card to be met with yet another in the hundreds of case studies that you had to remember. If you even wanted a chance at passing this year.
“Want me to test you again?” Shawn asks, glancing over at you from his spot on the sofa. You’d almost forgotten he was there. You told him it wouldn’t be worth coming over today, even your roommate knew to escape when you got like this but he had insisted and for the most part he barely said a word. Only stopping to make you a fresh drink or toss a few words of encouragement into the mix when you got really desperate.
You scowl as you take another sip from your water bottle. “Nope.” He doesn’t reply to your snappy tone, instead just pausing the show he was watching and crossing the space to meet you. “Nothings working, ive tried everything shawn. Everything.” You mutter, chewing the inside of your cheek and rubbing your eyes.
“Its okay, maybe you just need a rest.” He says softly, but quickly raising his hands in surrender when he meets your eye. “Or we can try something else…”
“Ive done flashcards, posters, essays, videos, quizzes, tests,” you state, ticking them off on your fingers as your voice raises with each admission, until you bury your head in your hands. “Theres nothing else I can do.” You let him rub soothing circles into your palm with his thumb for a few moments before shaking him off and picking up your cards again.
“Whats the chorus of queen?” He blurts, swiping your bottle off the counter and padding to the kitchen to refill it from the taps.
“who crowned you queen of, you think your too cool, making beautiful look ugly” you reply automatically, shooting him a confused look as you try to make the sentence in front of you stick.
You can see the wheels of his head turning as he played the song through in his head, a smile toying with the corner of his mouth when he realised you had got them spot on. “And the first line of like to be you?”
“Shawn, I really need to get this work done.” You reply turning your full attention back to the traffic light beacon card, seriously you needed to rethink the colour schemes on this one. It could probably be seen from space.
He covers the top of your notecard with his fingertips preventing you from reading the majority of information, “Come on- please?” he pleads, holding your gaze with excited eyes.
“Don’t cry or do, whatever makes you comfortable.” You sigh, tilting the cards out from under his grasp and pulling them closer towards you.
“okay and-“
“NO shawn, I will literally rip my eyeballs out my skull and throw them at you. I NEED to learn this. Please” you interrupt only half joking, because at least if you didn’t have eyeballs anymore you wouldn’t have to take this stupid test.
“wait, just, trust me, whats the last line of nervous?” He pleads, reaching across to grab your hand, which your quick to withdraw. “I know you know it” he smirks, “come on. Tell me.” He mumurs, a challenge gleaming in his eye as he leans forward and pokes you gently in the cheek as if he could force the words out of your mouth or at least get you to crack a smile.
“I don’t have time to stroke your ego okay?” you scream at him, causing him to recoil away from you. “If your not going to help then just fucking leave.” You watch the shock run across his face, lips parting as he sucks in a breath but you maintain eye contact. Part of you immediately wants to take it back, to lean forward and promise you didn’t mean it. But instead your eyes follow him to the door, and continue to stare at the now empty corridor outside it. Empty as your brain.
You don’t so much as hear the bang of the door swinging shut as feel it, a jolt in your bones bringing you back to the moment. You give yourself a moment to process what happened before you begin to reason with yourself. The Yerkes Dobson curve showed that moderate levels of anxiety can help with your memory, and while you felt guilty for thinking it you were gripping to that excuse as tightly as you could. Wrapping it around yourself like a security net, because not only did it prove that you knew at least one thing for your psychology test in a few days but it also gave you an excuse to not chase after him.
You twist yourself back round to the notecards lying in front of you, blinking as the words begin to crawl across the page to form undistinguished squiggles. After a few minutes of staring blankly at the same green notecard you throw it across the room. Pavlov was an asshole anyway, you didn’t want to remember someone like him. Slouching down you press your forehead to the table and imagine your body absorbing the cold into your blood as it pumps around your body. The feeling relaxes areas of your brain that you weren’t even aware you had and you can feel the tightness behind your eyes begin to fade.
The moment is interrupted too soon by a soft thud, which you assume is the door. You weren’t expecting anyone, your roommate was supposed to be staying at a friends for the night in an attempt to give you space to revise and shawn… well shawn had left. Part of you was curious but you couldn’t bring yourself to move from your spot on the table. Even if it was a murderer they wouldn’t have to wait long before you would drown in your own salty tears. Might as well let them get on with it. “If you’re going to kill me make it quick, least I wont have to do exams”
When no reply comes your curiosity is peaked, you tilt your head to the side to be met with a mildly amused shawn, pulling on the edge of the strap wrapped around his shoulder. He arches an eyebrow at you prompting you to explain your current situation. “Im absorbing the information” you mumble, face still pressed against the cool countertop as you listen to the padding of shawns socked feet coming towards you.
He doesn’t say anything, instead shifting the strap once again and pulling the attached object in front of him. “Brought my guitar.” He states, unzipping the case and placing it on the sofa across from you.
You watch him settle into the space and strum the guitar lightly, odd fragments of melody spilling from his mind as he checks the tuning of each string before hes satisfied. Your mind is grateful for the distraction as you follow the movement of his swallow tattoo, you could almost imagine it was flying gracefully across his hand to peck the strings with its beak in a series of fluid swoops back and forth. You open your mouth to protest when the sounds stop trinkling out as shawn sets the guitar at his side and propels himself over to you.
“ You’re doing it wrong,” he whispers, perching on the stool next to yours as you peel yourself off the table to look at him. “You’re trying so hard to be what everyone else is saying you should be that you’ve completely forgotten who you are. You’re the person who knows a lyric to fit every sentence, the missing words to every chord. You could recite most of my songs backwards in your sleep.” You squint at him, trying to decipher exactly what his point is. “We just have to play to your strengths.”
“And how exactly are we going to do that?” you ask, rubbing the inner corners of your eyes with your pinky fingers in attempt to remove the sleep that you know must be hiding there, as shawn stands in front of you.
He grabs onto your hands, tugging you softly against him so he can drop a kiss onto the top of your forehead before leading you over to the sofa. “We’re gonna write a song.”
#Feedback is appreciated#largely unedited#shawn mendes#studying#shawn imagine#imagine#oneshot#shawn peter raul mendes#fanfic#shawn fanfic#shawn fluff#fluff#angst
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08/25/21
Windshield
Two weeks ago, two of my tires needed to be replaced (one had a nail, another had an air bubble from a horrendous pothole on an exit ramp in Austin) Today, a rock flew from who knows where onto my windshield only hitting one specific place, but causing at least an 18” crack. I called my insurance to file a claim, when I learned that my deductible was going to be $1000. I cried a bit and then resolved to simply work until I could make the money. It hurt a lot. Since I needed so much time, I scheduled to get it fixed on 09/03/21.
Moving
So, last year I signed a lease at this apartment that was suggested by a friend who happened to need two roommates when me and my roommate at the time also needed a place to go. oof. The time came for us to move, and holy shit did we run into some issues! So first, just so everyone (not that anyone actually reads this) knows, it was student living. My friend that suggested the place is a student currently. Anyways, we're in the process of moving in. I tell my roommate (the one I'd lived with before) that we can move his stuff first for since he lives further away from our new place. It would just be better to get it over with. But I'm still checking out my new room. I check the welcome package I was given, and I only have one key, the mailbox key. So I asked my three other roommates if they had the house key and all three of them say yes. So I have to go to the office which is really busy cause all of the other new students are also moving into their apartment at this time. I stand there for what feels like forever to find out that I also need to take a copy of the key that I need in order to have it replaced. (I don't know, I guess I thought they had a whole fuck load of copies. lmao) So I go back, ask one of my roommates for his apartment door key, then head back to the office where I also request a copy of my room key. They check their key ring and they cannot find a key for my room door. They tell me that they'll have to change the lock. It's fine, it's not locked and I don't need to lock it any time soon. I take the copy of the apartment key and plan to simply keep moving my stuff until they need to change the lock. While I'm out and about, one of the staff members takes the master key to my apartment and tests it on my room door to see if it will work so they can make a copy. In order to test the master key, they need to lock my room door to see if it will unlock. Freakin turns out that the master key doesn't work on my room door. I return with a few items I plan on moving in, I put some stuff in my room but don't plan on staying there that night since I don't have any bed sheets on my bed. I plan to go back to my old place, pack up a little more and return the next day to continue moving in my stuff. As I leave, I close the door to my room, but then remember that I need to grab a coupon that I wanted to use. The door was locked. There was no key and I wasn't able to enter. The following four days are literally just me going to the office, letting them know that my door is locked, them telling me that I need to put in a maintenance request, and me just staring at my door waiting for it to be unlocked. Finally I get fed up and go to the office one last time to let them know that I haven't been able to move in this entire time and it's making me sad. They freak out and get the ball rolling on my lock changing process. Bam, door's open and I can move my stuff in. I love my room and the view that came along with it.
Jake
On the 13th of August, I gave a ride to a guy. It was a normal ride like any other ride I've given. We had a regular conversation, I dropped him off and went about my life. The following morning I received a text from my driver app letting me know that he had forgotten something in my car the night before. I let him know that I had since had multiple people in my vehicle and had even had it washed. I didn't find what he had lost. He gave me his number and told me to message him if I found anything in the future. I said I would, and said my good byes, and then he said his... followed by a wink. I messaged him instantly thinking he was trying to bait me to do so anyways. "A winky face, really?" He gave a good explanation saying that he was at work and his hands were slippery from working with the zucchini that he was loading onto the display at the grocery store he worked at. Maybe I was just naive, but I totally believed him.
He was charming. Funny and sweet. He told me about himself during the car ride the day before. He told me that he had a bunch of babies with his ex wife, wasn't really looking for anything serious, that he was ex military, that he had an 11 year old tumor in his leg that was cancerous and would be the death of him, but that he had to stay positive. I try not to talk about myself too much to my passengers for my own safety, so I didn't really take into consideration that he didn't really ask about me. But looking back, that should have been the first red flag.
He messaged me regularly, asking about my day, telling me about his, how much he was in pain and how shitty having to go to chemo was, and how lonely he was, and how badly he wanted to just be held. I let him know that knowing about all of his pain made me sick to my stomach. I'm an empath. I feel everything very strongly. I told him not to tell me how badly he wanted to be held because I was a people pleaser and that I would be tempted to go hold him. This budding friendship was growing on me way too quickly and way to strongly for me to feel safe, but I didn't want it to stop. It was like yearning death and then being diagnosed with cancer. It was scary, but I wanted it.
And then I actually saw a red flag. It only drew me in more. We had been texting and he had asked for a ride, offering to pay for it of course. I had responded in multiple messages cause he never got back to me. Then at the end of the day, I let him know I was going to sleep and he said it was okay, that he knew I wouldn't be going to drive him since I never responded (which I had, he simply hadn't received the messaged). I showed him proof that I had responded and yet he proceeded to say "I had to spend so much money just to get to and from work" as if it was my fault, when it wasn't anyone's fault that our phones weren't cooperating. I should have left it at that, but I liked him, and I think my reasoning for doing so might be sick af.
I have this theory that I might only like Jake because he's dying. Now hear me out. I've always been into sickly looking pale dudes that look like they're on the verge of death. Since I was about 12, believe it or not. Initially, I thought maybe I was just attracted to him. However, upon further analysis of the situation, I think the people pleaser in me might just feel sorry for him and his situation, and might wanna just make his time left here on the planet as enjoyable as possible. Which is totally fucked up and I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me. I'm sick.
I say this because... I continued to talk to him, overlooking the red flag. After the whole phone thing happened, we agree to start messaging on instagram instead, since it seemed to be a more reliable method of messaging each other. We discussed how he wished he would just die already. He was tired of being sick and tired. I apologized and explained that I wish there was something I could do to help him. This led into the conversation about (red flag #3 but who's counting?) how people (me, myself and I) always make everything about themselves. This man was a manipulator pro because I believed him. I FUCKING APOLOGIZED FOR MAKING A (supposedly two way, but obviously one way) CONVERSATION ABOUT ME. I felt so shitty. This guy is dying and all I can do is apparently talk to him him about myself and try to help him get to know me. After I apologized profusely (like an idiot), I thought things were better. But of course he felt like shit and I felt like I needed to help him somehow. So then we discussed what he felt would help him and low and behold *CRINGE WARNING* it was physical connection, sex, intimacy. He said he wanted to be held but that he could never get that from anyone. I asked if he had bothered asking anyone to help him in the way he needed to be helped and he said NO. -_- So I explained to him that in order to receive, he would need to ask first. He said rejection would simply add to the stress he was under. My simp self let him know I would totally love to help him but then my insecure self jumped right in and said some bull shit like "but I'm ugly and fat and you probably have higher standards than the likes of me" GROSS. I don't believe I would talk about myself like that. Seeking validation from a fucking man. UGH but you'll see, it's a fucking common occurrence. Me and Jake are toxic for each other and to our selves with each other. Enablers. Its sick. He said some really sweet things, to which I responded sassily, which upset Jake of course. This was all in text so he read my sass as anger. Then he got upset with me. I told him I didn't feel like I was making his life any easier and that I was sorry for the stress I put him under and that I would leave him alone. I genuinely felt bad yet again. This guy was dying and I was trying to be sassy with him? Monster. I left him alone for quite some time, during which I wrote and rewrote potential apologies in order to gain this tortured soul back as a friend. I never sent any, surprisingly. But it crushed me. I wanted him in my life. I felt like all the independence I had gained while being single SIMPly vanished, and I needed his friendship, his companionship, to make me feel like my days weren't being wasted, to make me feel needed. IM SO SICK.
But then... the unimaginable happened. He messaged me "I feel like giving up today" and of course I don't want him him. I live for this toxic exchange. He says "I want to be held." &My naive, people pleasing ways gave me the perfect push to tell him I could be there for him, to hold him. "I wanna be fucked and held." Of fucking course. I mean, I totally already wanted to fuck his brains out anyways, and I already knew thats what the fuck he wanted ultimately. And this was the perfect thing I needed in order to feel needed. Ugh. It was glorious. I'm sick, I know.
So we plan it. We set a day and start making arrangements, and then something weird happens. I have to ask for his address at least four times. I give up after he just doesn't respond. I tell him "It's probably for the better. I feel like I might be coming down with something" which was the truth, and I wouldn't have wanted to get him sick. Just in case he's not receiving my messages like last time, I send him a screenshot of all of the messages I've sent him through instagram. I'm not gonna lie. I felt blown off after he had just asked me to fuck him. I felt like a damn fool being made to wait when I was ready to go.
The following day he messages me asking if I'm okay, and I respond coldly "I'll survive." He says "ok" which I just leave on read cause fuck that two letter piece of shit response. There was a chance I could have had COVID-19. Jerk.... But then that night he messages me at like 2am. I, of course, was already thinking about him so I got excited like a fool. I made him feel bad about not giving me his address which he swears he tried, but that I never got anything. I said, not fucking around, "if that's true, give me your address right now." and the mother fucker did. On top of that, he tried to guilt trip me. I explained that I was still getting over my sore throat and he was like "you're good," saying like "don't worry about me then" and so I was like "okay" BUT THEN he was like "I'll just be here.. ready to go... and still feeling all shitty like the other night.. and thinking about how it's the one year anniversary of my grandma's death" AHHHH haha and yes, I said "I'll be right fucking there" or something along those lines.
So I get there. I shower real quick cause I'm all full of germs. get out and lay next to him and he's just stiff. He seems nervous. He just keeps talking, which is fine. While his voice isn't exactly my favorite, I know he has a lot to get off his chest and so I just let him talk. I caress his arms, and his chest, and his face. I have my mask on just in case. And then I reach down between his legs and start caressing his dick which is already hard, of course, and he starts touching me. I pull down my shorts and panties and he works my hardened nub, and I just want him inside of me already, so I dip his fingers inside of me. The whole time, I'm panting and holding onto him so tight, all while caressing him still. He pulls his shorts down and I continue the assault on his cock, and he asks if I wanna taste, to which I say yes, of course. Cause I really do. I do my best, and I hear him moan and its as rewarding as you would think :) and he uses his big strong hands to guide my head, and the whole oral thing is just wonderful. 10/10 would do again. And then I ask if he has condoms, and he does, thankfully. So he slips one on, I get on my hands and knees on his bed then he plays with me a little and slips it in. Mmm. He honestly felt really good. He's an average sized dude, with no hair obviously (thanks to chemo), so he felt so comfortable inside of me, and I'm just genuinely enjoying him taking me from behind. He does that for a little while, and I guess before he can come, he pulls out so that he can eat me out (ugh, what a fucking gentleman). And I'm all self conscious cause I have a hairy puthy, but he doesn't seem to mind. I just see his cute bald head nodding no, and licking away at my gal, and man he feels so fucking good. I can't help but moan his name. I just wanna hold him there forever but he has other plans. Once he's full, he comes back up, puts my legs on his fucking shoulders and just rams his cock into me and continues to drive himself deeper and deeper, making me feel closer and closer to him. I know I'm a fucking psycho. This is honestly the first time that I've admitted it to myself, and I don't let myself get this way with many people, so it is just as surprising to me as it may be to you (the endless abyss) that I would feel this way about a man I met two fucking weeks ago. So anyways. My mask obviously came off to give him head, and it stayed off. But he fucking kisses me while fucking the shit out of me and I lose my shit. Did I come? No. I never cum unless its with myself. But I felt so fucking good. It felt so nice to feel so wanted for fucking once.
After everything went down, we put our clothes back on and laid in bed for the next few hours just talking like nothing had ever happened. It was wild. My mask was forever lost, or so it seemed after searching for it vigorously. After I left, he gave me a kiss on my cheek, which I feel like I should have reciprocated, I just hadn't ever experienced what I had just experienced so I didn't know exactly how to react.
When I left, he sent me a few texts to let me know that he found my mask, but also to thank me. he said "Thank you. I needed that. To get all of that out. I really do appreciate you lending your body and your time to me. If it sucked for you I'm so sorry. I know you're driving. I'll stop. I hope it really didn't suck that bad, or that you're not mad." and my heart, man.. it just exploded. He was so willing to be vulnerable, and I was thinking to myself, "baby, whenever you want it, it's yours."
Then the next day came around and I was all stupid in love or something cause I drove an hour to drive him 7 minutes away from his house and then drove an hour back home to finish moving my stuff to my new place. What kinda of fucking stupid am I? Why do I feel so strongly about this Jake?
Today, I started feeling insecure. It could be the lack of sleep, or the lack of food or just my general lack of health. I messaged him the lamest thing because wanted reassurance. "Do you by any chance think less of me? heh. Just curious"
To which he responded sarcastically, and broke my heart. I literally cried. Over a boy I've known for two weeks. I haven't been so stupid since high school. I let him know how he had made me feel and he called me manipulative, stating that I was claiming he was a villain and that I was the victim. I was simply communicating how he had made me feel.
I was such a simp for this dying boy and I'm truly ashamed. Part of me wants to believe that he really did like me and that he really just couldn't put much effort into what could have been a great relationship. But part of me, my gut feeling, believes that he just wasn't that into me to begin with, and no matter how much I care for him or about him, it won't change the fact that he doesn't care about me back. I messaged him apologizing for catching feelings cause he had specifically stated that he wasn't looking for anything serious, and yet I caught the feels. I felts like that was a good reason to apologize. I told him I understood that he just simply didn't have the energy or time for someone like me who was yearning for nothing more than an "I miss you too" text. I let him know that ghosting him wasn't an option, but then he told me that he wished I had.
So that's the short story of Jake. It wasn't a happy ending, but it never could have been anyways.
Veggly
A long time ago, I had actively taken part in the whole scrolling and swiping left and right thing. I had seriously given up on dating. It was depressing having to reject so many people in such a short amount of time, compared to doing it in person with months of buffer between each rejection. I just kept my profile up to make friends cause it was taking a told on how I viewed myself. I felt like a bad person, but I also didn't want to lower my standards.
Tristan and I had matched a long time ago. He was so attractive to me that I told him "Sir, you look like a supermodel, unlike my profile RN" trying to be funny. I never got a response, probably cause he had plenty of other options out there. But one day, he messaged me apologizing for the wait. It was really weird and honestly I feel like a last resort.
Francisco just recently matched with me. He also made the first move to message me. He has a cute dog, likes to eat vegan junk food, and is mildly attractive, just being real. He snaps me every day, although really sporadically and sparsely, but he makes that attempt to at least reach out once a day. And that is really refreshing. However, he is moving to Sicily in about three months. heh.
I'm not sure where any of these will go but hopefully I'll end up with at least a friend.
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Part 4 of things my friends do that make me love them even more:
- both rachel and cristine are artistically talented and i cant fucking wait to see them become famous doing the things they love (i know theyll becoem famous i believe in them tht much) (rachel has a great singing voice; cristine has a great singing voice, knows how to play various intstruments, loves acting, and can paint/draw amazingly)
-seth tells me some catchphraes his fav youtubers say whenever we talk
-none of my friends (nor I) knows how to react or what to say most of the time, especially when it comes to gift giving and compliments; we’re all oblivious and awkward people that don’t understand society
-andy messes up on what to say to customer service people when its evening/night time cus we usually go out around tht time but he’s used to sauing have a good day
-andy also hates intersections so he’ll pretend hes walking in the other direction (away frm the intersection), stand on the sidewalk and pretend hes doing something, or take a whole other route if theres a car nearing the intersection bc he says it feels awkward
-rachel’s favorite animals are dogs and raccoons so when i send her a post abt raccoons she gets rly excited and says she wants to hv a raccoon as a pet when she grows up. She also gets excited when i point out a dog to her in public (she cant see it cus no glasses but still excited by its genert presence)
-dina is scared of lightning so I always try to ask her if shes alright when theres a thunderstorm
-when we go to the park, rachel almost always tries to make tiktoks. We always end up interrupting and annoying her while she makes them though, sorta like our little routine.
-last time we went to the park, rachel ended up accidentally hitting meng and I directly on the face with the volleyball (its ok though cause im pretty sure we’ve ended up accidentally hitting each other with the ball at least once)
-when i got hit with the ball dina asked me if i was ok but as she moved towards me she went for the ball (we were playing monkey in the middle and she was one of the monkeys); its just funny and i love that our friendship is at a point where we could laugh about it and everything is fine
-i told my friends that i was depressed before going to the park to hang out w them. when i got there i kinda just sat on the ground looking through reddit with music on high. they all tried their best to talk to me and tell me funny stories (they said they overheard a group of kids talking about how they pantsed another dude) to cheer me up. Dina and Rachel both decided to give me a hug at the same time and i toppled over. Dina gave me a hug again. I love them so much
- Andy called me while i was in class to tel me to look at the sunset. Its something that both of us have done a few times because we both love sunsets and usually see them when we’re out. Its a small thing but it makes me love my friends even more.
-I was on voice call with Rachel on discord and she laughed then sent the group chat a link to a tiktok
-(not my friend but my mom) She knows that i hate it when things are thrown out when they’re still good or can still be repurposed. Someone brought flowers home for some reason (i forgot why) but she was putting the flowers in a vase one day. Some of the flowers broke off the bigger portion of the stem and couldn’t be put into the big vase but she put a bunch of them into a small container for me and gave it to me. I loved it even though we did hv to throw it out like a few weeks later.
-My friends and I were at Central Park and we were waiting for my two friends to finish up taking pictures. Meng and I were taking a short nap (him sitting down w his elbows on his legs and me w my head on his shoulder) while we waited. We also shared my earbuds to listen to my music. I was p sleepy so I was on the verge of sleeping my also sorta aware of what was going on (mainly cus we were guarding our stuff while everyone else was taking pictures elsewhere). I was doing that thing you do when you’re nodding your head while trying to stay awake/go to sleep. I kept on doing that until he eventually sat up a bit more and pushed my head onto his shoulder better
-Samir looked at a shirt with george washington on it and confidently said that was benjamin franklin
-Dina was talking about how she kept on eating shrimo and peanuts even though she has a mild allergy to it. Rachel and I were telling her to stop and tht we’re not bringing it to the picnic on sunday cus we dont want her dying. She responded, very confidently, tht she “hasnt died before”
-Samir calls dina “d-money”
-Rachel gave me a hug as an im sorry for taking so long. (I genuinely didnt care cus even tho they do take a long time i still v much love them)
-Rachel takes tiktoks and videos of us while we’re out
-Rachel and Dina both got v the excited when i wore a skirt out today because I usually dress more masculine
-A few weeks ago (i think) my friends and I were at the park. I was trying to do something to meng and tripped and fell on the park ground (the part where there’s basically a bunch of tiny rocks on/in the floor). Meng was also trying to do that thing where two people hold a person’s arms and legs and swing them back and forth with me but forgot that if you take someones legs off the floor with no one else holding my arms, i would fall head first onto the park ground, which i did. Both times I laughed at myself but everyone rushed to me while laughing. Idk why but it made me feel like I was ok and safe, even if i was in so much pain, srsly i couldve had a concussion.
- Rachel and I both got excited bc we both wanted to got to the same college
-I call andy when im walking home by myself at night (or when the route im taking doesn’t necessarily hv a lot of people of lights) and he just vibes with me (sometimes talks to me abt how i should b home) until i get home safely
-idk if i already put this but Andy and I have a safe word when we think there might be someone behind us following us at night bc one time when walking home we thought tht and used our now safe word to see if there was someone
-Rachel and Dina do this thing where they take their hand and go from the side of someone else’s body (where the arms are) to the bottom of their legs rly fast while theyre walking. They call it “full body stroke”. They shared it w me and now we do it to meng almost every time we go out. Sometimes we do it together (one person per side).
-While at Central Park there was a dude that was singing (he was rly good). He started singing “Lean on me” by Bill Withers and my friends started singing along with him.
-Rachel sent me a tiktok knowing full well that itd make me gay panic bc yk ✨w o m e n✨
-Dina, Alan, and I stayed out after everyone else went home cus yk they were tired. Dina and I decided to talk like white girls/pick me girls the rest of the night with their stereotypical voices. We laughed the entire time and created weird storylines including: Jessica (Dina), Olivia (me), Jayden (Jessica’s boyfriend and brother that created on Jessica with me and Nicole), Nicole (Jessica’s friend), Olivia’s dad (a convicted felon in all 50 states and is dead), Jessica’s dad (a lawyer that’s also running for president, and Alan (he was just roped into our bs and was there to act like the dude that we both wanted to have as our bf).
- When we were in the bathroom and washing our hands, Dina waited until after the other woman in the bathroom to leave before coming up to me and, in a discreet whisper, told me that the soap was what “good pussy sounds like”
- Rachel, Dina, and I saw a few cats on our way to meet up with Alan and we played w the cats for a bit before one of them said “pspspspsp come here alan” to one of the cats. We now do this frequently to each other even though we hate it.
- We have corrupted each other to the point where we cannot hang out without someone saying “that’s what she said”, something about Dina being white, “just like this dick”, and “deez nuts”. We laugh about it a lot
- Rachel and I are both reasonably out of energy both mentally and physically after our jobs so when I walked w her to a mall w the rest of her friends, we both walked silently with a bit of catching up cause we both understood how the other felt
-We had a water balloon fight today at work (Alan, Rachel, and I work together). Obviously, I took the chance to pop as many balloons over rachel’s head and dump water on her. She tried to spray me w water using a water gun though. Afterwards gave the towel i brought to rachel cause she needed it to change. It’s important to note that rachel has purple hair right now and that the towel was white. key word: was. The towel was now stained a light purple (I dont mind but damn)
- i made rachel a purple raccoon by crocheting it (purple and pink actually). I finished it yesterday (sunday) and gave it today to her at work (monday). I opened the door a bit and peeked my head in with the raccoon just below me in my hands. She was confused at first but then saw the raccoon and her eyes lit up. It was rly cute🥰🥺 to see her get excited. We both nicknamed the raccoon “pimp jr.” and i made a lil name tag/from to tag that said it.
- rachel likes to lip-sync to music shes either listening to or hears in store and sometimes does a little dance with it. Its so cute and I love looking at her do it because it reminds me of why I adore her. She also goes hard when it comes to singing at karaoke. Like damn her vocal range is astounding
- dina got so excited when i asked her if she wanted to binge watch all the twilight movies with me. She looked so cute cus its one of her favorite movies. ugh i love my friends.
-a lot of dudes have crushes on rachel and dina and the both of them usually just try their best to avoid the person or avoid confronting them. Idk why but it kinda makes me feel grateful that I’m close friends with them because I used to have a crush on both of them before when we first met. When I told them i used to have crushes on them they didn’t act weird about it or anything and we continued to be friends. I’m so fucking grateful I’m their friend despite my initial crush on them cause they’re two of them most amazing people I’ve met my entire life.
-rachel, meng, alan, and I went to go watch Shang Chi in movies. In the last few scenes (which were v tense btw) rachel nd I both got rly anxious and squeezed each others hands bc we were scared out favorite characters were gonna get hurt. She squeezed the fuck out of my hand to the point where I couldn’t feel it anymore and neither could she. I’m ok with that though cus I’m glad she finds comfort in squeezing the living fuck out of my hands.
-dina, rachel, and I have matching bracelets from hot topic and i see them wear it almost every time we hang out. Alan and I have a matching pair too but I dont think he’s going to wear it very much (issok tho).
-We went to karaoke yesterday and I dont know how I just realized this but while she’s singing, dina likes to move around a lot. It’s not exactly dancing but not particularly just moving around. Its kinda like that tiny thing ppl do when they’re alone and playing their favorite songs on blast. She’s so cute when she does it, esp because she seems so happy when she does it. Even though I absolutely despise Justin Bieber, I would play his songs over and over again on blast if it made her as happy as she has made me.
-dina and I like to go to the swings and blast “Happier Than Ever” with earbuds in (we share a pair for this) and she screams along to it for the second half
-it’s become a “tradition” for us to go to the swings (most of time) after we’ve done the initial things we already planned out because dina and I love the swings.
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