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ppersonna · 5 years ago

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physical - pjm | m

lights out and follow the noise. baby keep on dancing like you ain't got a choice. so come on, let's get physical - physical, dua lipa

↳ summary- you cant seem to escape the sexy fitness instructor that seemingly is everywhere you turn. it’s enough to make you irrational.

↳ rating- explicit

↳ word count- 6.2k

↳ pairing- park jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, fluff, comedy, fitness instructor!jimin, honestly this is pwp but with like 20% plot

↳ warnings- oral sex (m/f receiving) penetrative sex, sex in public, exhibitionism, spitting, slightly dom!jimin, jimin is v mouthy during sex, jimin is also a brat,

↳ a/n- hiiiii we back at it again. this fic brings me to 1 fic per member so i can finally feel good about repeats looloooolll also, this was very fun to write because i got to incorporate my love for exercise classes and my bias uwu. also jimin 100% would be the worst instructor to take a class from bc i would NEVER focus EVER AGAIN. pls feel free to message, comment, etc etc bc i love friendship. enjoy!!!!!

The sound of your spin shoes clipping into the pedals is like music to your ears.

You feel your shoulders relax as you roll them, warming and stretching the muscles of your arms and back. EDM beats play lightly over the impressive sound system, encouraging the riders to cycle to warm up for 45 minutes of adrenaline and heart-pumping cardio.

Spin class is one of your happy places. Group fitness classes give you a rush that solo workouts can’t compare to. You love the camaraderie, the support and the built in friendships. Plus, you love having someone at the front of the room tell you exactly what to do. So what, you’re a little subservient?

You smile at the ladies clipping into the bikes next to you, not knowing who they are but finding that everyone is friendly and wants the best for themselves and the group. It’s why you love these types of classes. Strangers become teammates.

You hadn’t bothered to check who was instructing today, having clicked on the class time that fit your schedule best. You hoped it was your favorite Hoseok, but had learned that all the instructors were just as good Hoseok was just so vibrant, he made you work harder.

The heat in your legs builds upon a low simmer, muscles warming for an intense class. A melodic voice sounds over the speakers, your instructor coming in and securing their place at the front of the room.

You take a moment to stop gaping. In front of you is quite possibly the most beautiful human you’ve ever seen in your short life.

He’s incredibly toned, wearing a tight adidas tank and second skin-like leggings. He clips into the bike on the podium and smiles at the class.

You’re sure you’re salivating. You curse yourself for picking the bike front and center today, now acutely aware how likely you were to drool over the instructor the entire time.

He notices your stare and winks before he adjusts his mic and speaks again.

“Good morning, everyone! I’ll be your instructor today. My name is Jimin and I’m happy to be here,” his voice is light and sounds like honey. It slithers down your skin and oozes into you. “Let’s get started at a quick pace of 90 rpm’s and warm up those legs!”

His dirty blonde hair glistens in the spotlight, thighs flex and ripple in his leggings. You’re frozen in your seat and it takes you four thumping heart beats to realize the class has started. Fuck. He will be the death of you. Nothing makes you lose focus in class.

You push your legs and begin, and he turns his gaze back on to you. It’s as if he lights a match and throws it on you, the way your body reacts under his stare. You wonder what it feels like to touch his chest, his toned arms. You bite your lip and pant, breathlessness unrelated to the exercise.

Class is torture. Everything Jimin says is a double entendre to your ears and you find your core aching and wet only 15 minutes in. Jimin looks perfect, up in third position on the bike, standing and hips pushed back. You can see his pert little ass in the mirror, and you want to cry. It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.

“All right, let’s tap it back in 4, 3, 2, 1!”

Jimin pushes his hips to tap the seat with his ass, before standing back up as he pedals in time with the music. He looks delicious, sweat on his forehead. He pushes his hair out of his eyes and you nearly pass out at the sly smile curved on his face.

You attempt to do the workout but feel yourself faltering, missing the beat often. It frustrates you. Normally, you are at the top of the leaderboard, soaring above the others with your effort. Today you land near the bottom. All because of fucking Jimin and his perfect fucking body.

The arms circuit comes next and you are grateful for the reprieve from heavy resistance on your legs and a chance to sit and catch your breath. You grab the weight bar and hold it in your palms, ready to do bicep curls at the count of your instructor.

Jimin unclips from his bike and grabs his bar, before walking the length of the front of the room. He begins with the bicep curls and you choke. His arms ripple with the effort and his hands look so strong and veiny; your mind immediately fills with thoughts of his strong hands fingering you to completion. He counts out the numbers and winks at you again as you falter in your push and pull. You shut your eyes, avoiding looking at him, and focus on the curl of your arms.

It’s infuriating. You take pride in your fitness and find yourself most satisfied after an intense workout. This class has proven to be intense in a whole different manner, but you’re upset at the lost opportunity to push yourself and focus.

As your eyes flutter open again, Jimin moves to put the bar away and clip back into his bike. Only 15 minutes left. You can do this.

You definitely did not do it. The last fifteen minutes were pure torture. Jimin kept his monologue of encouragement going, but his voice was tinged with fatigue and he panted hard into the mic. Sometimes, during particularly tough resistance, he would add little grunts and “uh!”s to his countdowns. You felt your thighs tremble with each one, gasping at the fantasy of his grunts as he fucked into you.

Blessedly, the class ended and Jimin was leading the group through relaxing stretches to calm you down. It didn’t calm you in the least. You watch as he folds himself in half over the bike to stretch his hamstrings and you’re mesmerized when he stands on his bike to stretch his back out. You want to lick every inch of him, tease your tongue down every hard line of muscle you could see until it landed directly on his coc-

“Thank you, everyone! You did incredible!” Jimin cooes over the mic as he stands next to the bike. He bows slightly in reverence to the group, and the class is dismissed.

You’re not sure if you want to book it out of the room first or linger. You’re sure if he tries to talk to you, you’ll implode. Maybe you can leave in a crowd, while he’s talking to one of the older ladies sure to hit on him.

You pack up your water bottle and towel, patting the sweat on your face as you try to sneak past in a crowd of elderly women.

“Hey!” Jimin calls and you freeze. You look up to find the object of your frustrations smiling at you. Fuck. He was talking to you.

“Great job today,” he grins.

Little shit, you grumble internally. He knows perfectly well that you did dreadfully, coming in 12th place out of 15. A woman three times your age got first place, and it burned you more than you cared to admit.

“Thanks,” you murmur, awkwardly patting your face dry. You’re positive you look terrible. Red faced from exertion and arousal, sweating like a pig.

“You come here often, princess?” He asks as he walks closer to you. You find your breath catch in your throat and you’re unable to reply. He chuckles.

“Cat got your tongue?” His smirk is legendary and you want to slap or kiss it right off.

“I’m-,” you croak out, then clear your throat and steel yourself. “I come every other day. Sometimes more.”

Jimin can’t take his eyes off of you. He smirks again. “You should take another class of mine, doll.”

You blush, and you hope the already flushed color of your cheeks hides it.

“You could use the practice. Soon, you’ll get the hang of it.” He gives you a wink and leaves, leaving you stewing in anger and frustration at his words.

How dare he?! He assumed you were a novice! Your pride and ego burned. You were a regular! You always came in the top 3 of the class! It’s his fucking fault you couldn’t focus on class!

You grab your things from the locker you stored it in, change your shoes, and stomp out of the spin studio with only one thought on your mind.

The asshole, Park Jimin.

You avoided spin like the plague. You rationally knew he didn’t teach every single class there, but you couldn’t face it, face the place where he hurt your pride so quickly and turned your insides into molten lava.

You dragged your best friend Jungkook with you to yoga, a quick and heated vinyasa class. Jungkook was more of a weight lifting guy, but you had recently talked him into trying yoga, explaining the benefits of meditation and the stretching of his muscles and sinew would help improve his form. He caved and quickly found he liked it.

You spread your mat down on the warm wooden floor and let out a sigh. You had been looking forward to this class all week, and you were finally here. You ensured you were taking the class from your favorite instructor, Taehyung, when you booked you and Jungkook’s spot.

You smile at Jungkook as he settles himself into his mat, and you both begin stretching and chatting lightly before class begins.

The door opens just as you get into child’s pose, face toward the mat in between your thighs and arms stretched high above your head on the floor.

A silky voice, most decidedly not Taehyung’s, rolls over your body.

“Welcome everyone. I’m your substitute teacher today. My name is Park Jimin.”

Your head snaps up and you stifle a groan at the sight you’re welcomed with.

Jimin stands on the mat at the front of the class, directly in front of you, wearing nothing but long, lululemon tights that cling to his skin. Again, you chose to be front and fucking center. You can see the way his legs form in his leggings. His chest is bare, and you can’t stop staring at the defined lines of his abs. You want to cry.

He’s invaded your favorite spots twice now.

He recognizes you, startled for a moment, but quickly covers it with a wink in your direction. You let your head fall to the mat with a thunk.

The class is hot, literally. It’s 102 degrees Fahrenheit and you’re dripping with sweat. You move with precision through each sun salutation, ashtanga, and tree pose. The moves flow into one another, your favorite thing about vinyasa, and you pointedly avoid even looking at the instructor. You’re grateful you know all the moves by heart and can position yourself into them by memory.

You’re proud that you only falter a few times, heart stuttering every time Jimin walks by you to note your pose and call out the next position. You’ve never wanted to simultaneously fight and fuck someone so bad in your life.

It’s the final, relaxing poses of the class and you sigh with relief as you maneuver into sleeping swan. You slide out of down dog and slip your right knee between your hands, lean a bit to the right, and press your hips forward towards the ground. You can feel the delicious stretch in your hips and your eyes flutter at the release of tension. You lay down over your knee, allowing your arms to lay flat above your knee and press your hips down as far as you can.

It’s quiet, all you can hear is your breath. You see Jimin out of the corner of your eye assisting others push deeper into the pose, pressing his hands where they need the help. You gulp. Fuck.

You turn your head back towards the mat and focus only on your breathing and the stretch in your body. Jimin indicates to switch legs, and you do so effortlessly, sliding your left knee to the center and putting your right knee back.

It feels good to stretch, especially on your weaker left side. You inhale deeply and let it out as you try to push your hip forward more.

Suddenly, warm hands are on your lower back, right above the cleft of your ass. You bite your lip tight, knowing it’s Jimin, guiding you deeper. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

Your breath catches as he presses down, humming his approval as your hips move with his hands and you gasp at the feel of the stretch. It feels even better going further than you could on your own. He laughs quietly through his nostrils, as he smooths his warm hands up under your shirt to rest on the skin of your back.

You feel as if you will explode. Just as your body reacts to his touch and caress, it’s gone and he’s moving to Jungkook to guide the weightlifter through his own pose.

The class ends and Jungkook smiles at you as you both lift from your ‘namaste’ bow.

“That was great!” He grins as he rolls up his mat. “Jimin’s a great teacher! We should take more of his classes.”

You silently cry, not sure your weak heart and pussy can handle any more of Jimin and his stupidly hot body and his ridiculous smile.

“Yeah, Kook,” you half-heartedly agree, not interested in divulging your sordid secret crush on the asshole who embarrassed you.

You’re packed up and exiting the room when the same familiar voice chimes.

“Hey, princess!”

You and Jungkook both turn around to see Jimin smiling at the head of the room. Jungkook looks at you questioningly, wondering why the instructor is calling you princess.

“You did good today,” Jimin notes. “You should come again sometime. We can make sure you’re really getting stretched out.”

Your cheeks flame impossibly red and you splutter. Jimin winks at you. This fucking asshole.

“Your hips seem a little tight. We can work on that.” He knows exactly what he’s fucking doing and you want to kick him in the dick just as much as you want to kneel in front of him to suck it.

“Sure, Jimin,” you grumble out before you drag Jungkook from the heated room.

Jungkook is all grins. “What was THAT?” He asks as you exit the yoga studio and head towards the subway. “He was basically asking to fuck you right there! How do you know him?!”

You pout at your best friend. “He doesn’t want to fuck! He just enjoys getting me worked up,” you sigh. “He was my spin instructor the other day, and he got me so fucking heated I nearly came in last place! In a class full of grandmas!”

Jungkook snickers as you both tap your metro cards and lean against the wall to wait for the next train.

“Girl, he was offering to help you stretch you out. He wants you.”

As much as it thrilled you, you couldn’t comprehend it. Jimin was ethereal. He surely had women throwing themselves at him. He simply enjoyed the teasing.

“Whatever, Kook. He told me I need practice at cycling. ME! I’m the goddamn spin queen!” The crowd around you watches you and you pale at the embarrassment. You lower your voice. “He just wants to see me fired up, for no fucking reason.”

“Okay, delusional,” he sighs, patting your sweaty head. “Believe what you want.”

You hmph in reply and watch as a train approaches to take you home.

You most definitely will believe what you want.

Jimin is fucking everywhere. If he’s not instructing, he’s taking the same fucking classes as you. Barre, Pilates, yin yoga, CrossFit. He’s always there and always taunting you with his perfect fucking body and teasing words and your fantasies of him drilling you into a mattress until you can’t talk.

You avoid group classes altogether. You can’t face him. Your fitness is suffering because of it.

You suck it up and go to the gym, the regular ass gym with no classes, and you’re determined to run a few miles on the treadmill and maybe get a good 20 minute lift in. It’s been too long since you’ve had the thrill of a good workout, the satisfying ache in your muscles. The gym will suffice. It’s missing the level of companionship that group classes provide, but it’s better than nothing.

You pop your earphones into your ears and click on some music, not caring what it was as long as it was quick, and press begin on the treadmill.

Running is easy. The strangers around you melt away and it’s just you and the treadmill. You love the way your heart is beating, sweat forming at your forehead. Finally. A good fucking workout.

All thoughts sweep away as you run, and your only thought process is on the push down of your feet on the treadmill belt and the pull up of your legs to lengthen your stride. The runner’s high was something you lived for, and you realize you should incorporate more running into your routine.

You don’t even pause for water, so wrapped up in the run's high that you don’t feel thirsty.

Your watch vibrates against your wrist, notifying you that the 60 minutes you set to run is up, and you slow your pace to a complete stop. You feel like you’re high. Your heart is racing and your body feels like it’s vibrating. This is what you had been missing in the weeks of unsatisfying classes. The flood of endorphins after a perfect workout.

You suck down some water, before removing your earbuds from your ears. The roar of the gym is loud, music and TVs and chatter from the gymgoers.

“You’ve got great running form, you know.” A familiar sultry voice is suddenly next to you, and your arms prickle.

You turn to gaze at the intruder and feel your body coil tight.

Park fucking Jimin. And his fucking ridiculously sexy smirk and perfect hair and godly body.

“Are you following me?!” You accuse. How the fuck is he everywhere you go!?

Jimin laughs out loud and leans against the treadmill next to you. “It’s not my fault you’re taking all my classes! One might think you’re following me.”

You scowl and push yourself off the treadmill.

“Hey, wait, don’t go!” he calls and grabs your arm.

You turn to glare at him. “You going to tell me I need more practice at running too?” your tone is harsh but you don’t care.

Jimin bites his lip and smiles at you. “Damn, is that why you hate me?” He asks.

“You told me I needed more practice at cycling! I'm great at cycling! Better than most!”

You’re aware that others are watching, but you can’t find it in you to care. You cross your arms underneath you, pressed up against your sports bra you deemed appropriate as a shirt.

“You looked like a beginner! I’m sorry!” He apologizes. “Hoseok told me later that you’re, like, one of the best! I have to reach out to the new riders! It’s mandatory!”

You suck your teeth, still unimpressed.

“When I saw you in yoga doing everything from memory, I knew you weren’t just some novice! I’m sorry for assuming, okay?” He sighs. “What had you so fucked up in spin, anyway?”

Your heart thuds to a skidding brake. There’s no way you can tell him the reason you sucked so bad in class was because you could only focus on how his cock would feel stuffed up inside you.

“I,” you falter. For the second time, Jimin has you stumbling over your words. “I didn’t feel well,” you lie.

Jimin snorts. “Bullshit.”

Your cheeks flush and you stay silent.

“You got distracted by me, didn’t you?” He smirks. You gape at the size of his ego. You wonder if his cock compares in size and then kick yourself for still thinking about his fucking dick.

“I’ll take the silence as a yes,” he winks as he throws an arm around your shoulder.

“You’re an arrogant prick, you know that?” You snark as you push his delicious, toned, silky arm off you.

“And you’re a selfish, competitive bitch.”

The grin on his face is shit-eating, and you find your blood boiling.

“You take that back!” You demand.

“Tell me I distracted you, that my presence fucked up the great ___, spin queen extraordinaire, and I will.”

All you see is red. Red, fiery anger. No. There was no fucking way you would let him win, revel in your shame in the middle of a crowded gym. You drag Jimin by his Nike tank top that shows almost 100% of his body, to the nearest ‘family shower’, pulling him inside and locking the heavy door behind you.

You push him against the door and press a finger to his chest.

“Fine! You did. You distracted me throughout fucking class,” you hiss. “All I could think about was sucking you off and seeing your lips on my pussy and riding your dick until we both can’t talk. Okay?! Happy now?!” You’re fuming, chest heaving with intensity.

Jimin's grin lights up ten times brighter.

“I thought the same things during class too,” he admits coolly.

Jimin has you speechless for the nth time. “What?” You breathe.

“When I saw you on the bike, I couldn’t stop staring at your tits and your lips. You looked so good. And then in yoga, that tight little ass was begging for me to spank it. While you were running, I was wondering what you’d look like cumming around my cock.”

He shrugs, the words rolling off his tongue as if he isn’t admitting he wants to defile you as much as you do him.

“Are you serious!!?” You squeak, heart beat thundering in your ears.

“100%,” he smirks and rests the back of his head against the door.

It’s silent for a beat as you stare each other down.

Fuck it.

Next thing you know, you’re launching yourself forward to press your lips to his in a searing hot kiss.

Jimin kisses back fervently, tongue swirling into your mouth as his hands wrap around your body. He finds purchase on your ass and squeezes it through the tight leggings.

You gasp and shudder at his hands roaming your backside. Jimin pulls his lips away and smirks. God, that fucking smirk.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

“Yeah?” You ask as you move your hands to the front of his chest. He nods. “You know what I’ve wanted to do for a while?”

He grins and tilts his head. “What, princess?”

You drop to your knees, tugging his adidas tights down with you. His cock springs free, and you gape at the enormity of it.

“Shit,” he hisses suddenly as cool air hits him. “That was fucking hot.”

You’re encouraged by him and you wink up at him, before you’re wrapping your hand around his length to give it an introductory pump.

Jimin rewards you with a moan, unabashed in his volume. He doesn’t care who the fuck hears you two, this is the hottest thing he’s done in his life.

“So thick,” you murmur. “I wondered how big it was.”

Jimin can’t reply, because your lips are latching onto his dick with fervor and you lick and suckle at his length. Jimin’s eyes nearly roll back into his head at the suction of your mouth.

“Oh, my god,” he gasps. “Y-You’re ridiculously good at that.”

You preen under his praise and continue, allowing his length to the back of your throat. You let him gag you, saliva and tears both gathering at the sensation and Jimin stifles a cry. Your hand comes to his cock as you pull away and take a harsh breath, wiping away the tears from your gag reflex. You stroke him quickly, loving the way his weighty cock feels in your hands. As you pump him, the tip of your tongue teases at the slit of his head and Jimin swears loudly.

“Fuck! Christ, gonna make me cum,” he’s whiny. It’s adorable. He purses his pretty puffy lips as he moans for more, more of you. “Such a good girl, shit, ahhhhh,” he gasps as you suck him into your mouth again.

It doesn’t take long, the sensation of your hot mouth and hand jerking him sends him flying and he’s cumming hot stripes down your throat. You feel you’re on cloud nine as you swallow his seed, sucking at the tip until he hisses from overstimulation.

As you pull away, you open your mouth and extend your tongue to show him you dutifully swallowed his cum, and he groans.

“You’re a fucking filthy little thing, aren’t you?”

You nod in reply, and Jimin grips your jaw in his hand, forcing your mouth to stay open.

You jerk in his grasp as he spits into your mouth; the saliva hitting your tongue. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. He releases you, and you swallow again.

“Kinky bitch,” Jimin cooes. “All for me.”

He pulls you up to stand in front of him, pressing his lips to yours again for another burning kiss.

It’s too short for your liking, as Jimin pulls away and manhandles you to sit on the sink. You’re obedient, smiling prettily. Fuck, you can’t believe it’s happening. You just sucked Jimin off, the same Jimin you’ve ogled and anguished over for weeks now.

“Let me see these tits,” he asserts as he tugs up the sports bra from your body. You comply, raising your arms up to allow him to pull it off.

He throws the bra to the floor and cups your breasts.

“Fuck,” he breathes as his thumbs rub across your nipples. You shiver from the cold air and the heat of his thumbs. “I jerked off thinking about these tits after spin.”

He lowers himself to lick at a nipple and you’re whining for more.

“Thought about pushing them together and fucking them like a pussy.” He bites down on your nub, causing you to squeal and jump. He soothes the flesh with a suck from his lips and languid circling of his tongue.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He smirks, eyes boring into yours as he roves your nipple with his delicious tongue “My kinky little whore wants her yoga instructor to fuck her pretty tits.”

You’re thriving, his words making your cunt ache. It’s dripping wet. You’re sure it’s leaking through the fabric of your leggings by now. Jimin being just as rough and filthy as your fantasies has you reeling.

“Yes,” you whine. “I want you to fuck your cock in my tits.”

Jimin hums around your nipple before switching to the other, ravaging it with the same attention as its twin received.

“God, you’re a fucking whore,” he whispers as he bites at your nipple hard enough to make you jerk in his grasp. “I love it.”

Your hips are moving against his body, desperate for friction where you need it most. It’s not lost on Jimin and he pulls off your tits with a pop. He marvels at his work. Your nipples are suckled fresh and red, perking and pebbling in the cold air.

“Mmm, does princess want some attention here?” He asks as he slides a hand down to grip your aching quim.

You gasp in response, shuddering at the feel of his palm against your core.

“P-please! Pretty please!” You beg.

He kisses at your breasts again, before he tugs your shoes and socks off, and pulls the leggings down your smooth legs and throws them to join the matching bra on the floor. He’s pleased when he notes you aren’t wearing panties.

You don’t care how you look, wanton and desperate. You spread your thighs wide, feet resting on the edge of the sink. Jimin gazes at you like you’re fine art, the Mona Lisa at the Louvre.

“Look at you,” he adores. “Spread out for me like a slut. And you’re dripping wet too, mmm.” He rubs a finger up and down your silky thigh.

“You’re such a good girl, aren’t you?” He grips your chin with one hand while the other continues rubbing at your inner thigh. “A good little bitch for me.”

You nod and gasp as his fingers skim impossibly close to your cunt.

“Do you deserve it, princess? After you were so mean to me earlier?”

You pout and shiver. “I’m sorry!” You gasp as his finger hovered over your pussy. “I’m s-sorry! I was j-just upset! I didn’t meaaaaaaan it!” His finger dips and taps at your clit, feather light, and you’re crying at the feeling.

Jimin shushes you, finger still impossibly light on your clit. “Hush, baby. I forgive you. You sucked my cock so well, made me cum so hard.”

The finger increases pressure slightly and you’re aching, trembling for more.

“Good little sluts get rewarded, hm? I think you’ve earned yours, princess.”

You’re not given an opportunity to reply as Jimin harshly thrusts two fingers into your cunt and fucks you furiously. Your moan is impossibly loud, loud enough you’re sure the rest of the gym can hear you but all you can focus on is Jimin, Jimin, Jimin and his thick fucking fingers thrusting into you.

He lowers down and licks at your clit, flicking it up and down. He watches as your body trembles, wails echoing off the tile walls.

“Mmm, my pretty little princess, so fucking wet for me.” He emphasizes with a kiss to your clit, before he sucks it into his lips. The tugging makes stars shine in your vision, nearly blacking out from how good it feels.

Jimin can feel that you are close, and as much as he wants to get you off with his fingers, he wants you to cum on his cock more. He pulls away from you, and you’re whining at the loss.

“Hush, princess,” he sighs. “Be good, no whining.”

You quiet immediately but still feel a throb in your core. He delivers a harsh slap to your cunt, surprising you and making you yelp. Jimin grins and kisses your lips.

“Stand up and turn around and face the mirror, doll.”

You move to comply, hop off the counter to turn and press your back against Jimin. You can see yourself in the gym mirror now. You look fucked out completely. Your tits are blooming red where he suckled at your nipples, eyes hooded and blown wide with lust.

Jimin’s lips tickle at your ear and he whispers, “This is what I imagined during spin class. Seeing you so fucked out and wet for me. These pretty tits marked by me,” he cups one, and pinches at the nipple. “My sweet little princess.”

His hand moves up to your throat, giving it a solid squeeze, and you shut your eyes. Euphoria. Pure bliss.

“That’s right, baby,” he kisses the shell of your ear. “All mine. Such a slut for me.”

You’re nodding, eyes still closed, as he removes his hand and pressed your head down towards the sink. You wiggle your ass and rub against his length, giggling at the feel.

“I want you to watch yourself get fucked by me. You’re gonna watch me ruin this tiny little cunt,” he grunts. “You’re going to watch what I fantasized about in every fucking class I saw you in.”

You realize you’re moaning loudly, the sound spilling out of your lips subconsciously as the head of his dick rubs your pussy lips. He hisses at the wetness, loving the way it slicks up his cock with ease.

“Eyes open, my love,” he orders gently when he notices you’ve closed them. They snap open and your gaze falls on him in the mirror. He looks so fucking good, so hot and feral. His muscles glisten in the light, a sheen of sweat from his workout and from the heat of your bodies pressing together.

He winks at you, the same one he gave you that fucking blasted day at spin, and then pushes into your tight heat in one go.

“Oh, fuck, Jimin!” you’re gasping as your walls stretch to accommodate him.

He grits his teeth for a moment, savoring the feel of your silken walls. “Told you we needed to stretch you out, need to get you nice and loose.”

You shiver as he remains still inside of you, but he’s quickly pulling out of you to impale you again. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh fills the room and you can hear the wetness of your cunt around him.

“Shit,” he moans. “You’re so fucking tight, unghhhh. Gonna ruin this little pussy, baby. Gonna make you never want another cock in you except mine.”

You believe him. You’re sure after this you’ll never even notice another man. Jimin has you wrapped around his finger, he has since the first day you met at spin.

“All yours,” you squeak through the thrusts, watching your tits jiggle. He notices your stare and roughly grabs at one, squeezing it until you reward him with a loud groan and the tightening of your cunt.

“That’s right. You’re mine. Ahhhh, wanna make you my girl, baby. Gonna fuck this little hole every night. You’d like that, huh?” You nod in reply, and he slaps your ass with his free hand. “Use your filthy words, bitch.”

You gasp at the sharp sting and splitter a response. “P-please! I want you! Only want you inside me.” You’re half coherent to the words you’re speaking, his dick is literally fucking you stupid.

He grins in reply, swatting your ass again. The pain sends a tingle straight to your clit and you squeeze his cock inside you, causing him to groan out loud.

“God, you’re so perfect. So fucking perfect for me,” he babbles. “Gonna fuck you in the spin studio. And at yoga. Gonna fuck you in barre while everyone watches.”

The high you’re feeling is unparalleled. You’re sure you’ve felt nothing quite like this, never been fucked so good in your lifetime. Jimin knows how to work you up, both emotionally and physically, and brings out the beast in you.

You can feel your release building, already so close from his incessant fingering and tonguing of your clit.

“J-Jimin!” You’re heaving his name, harsh pants signaling your oncoming climax. “S-so close!”

He becomes rabid, fucking into you at a pace you’re sure isn’t human. He angles his dick to hit right at your spongy wall, thrusting into your g-spot with ease, as if he knows your body inside and out.

“Yeah, cum for me, whore. Cum on my cock.”

It feels heady, feeling him thrust inside you and murmur such filth to you. He wants you and only you. The notion is as orgasmic as his cock itself. The tightness in your core builds, builds, leaning on the precipice of euphoria.

“Cum for me, baby, come on. Mark me as yours.”

His possessive tone is the last thing you hear before the waves of orgasm pound over you like a typhoon. Your cunt clenches and flutters hard around his dick and he’s moaning your name. You feel how tight you are, his cock stilling inside you as he reaches his own high.

“Oh, shit! Shit shit shit!” he gasps. “Gonna be full of my cum, baby! You’re mine!”

Hot ropes of cum coat your core, and you’re relishing in the feeling.

“My god,” Jimin sighs. He lets his softening cock remain inside you as he presses a kiss to your back.

“Is it too early to say I love you?” He jokes. Your heart flutters as you wiggle your ass.

“No, but take me to dinner first.”

He slaps at your red ass lightly, right where he spanked it before. His grin lights up the room.

“With pleasure.”

“Hi, welcome to class, I’ll be your instructor today. My name is Jimin. Let’s get started.”

You smile from your seat, front and center, and move your legs in time with the music.

The instructor catches your eye and winks at you.

Spin is even better now, if that’s possible. You spend your time in class with your deliciously sweaty boyfriend, who doesn’t go easy on you. He pushes you, makes you better and faster and stronger. He rewards your first place spots by eating your pussy until you cry.

Life is better. You’ve found your person, the one who will do everything with you, for you. He loves you, completely and fully. You’ve never felt more cherished in your long years of living.

Class ends before you know it, and you linger as the group meanders out to the lobby, leaving Jimin and you alone.

“Hey, princess,” he calls to you as you rub the sweat from your face.

You look up to see a sly smile on his face.

“You should stay back and practice. I think you need it,” he chides, teasingly.

Your heart skips a beat as he closes the door, barring you from exiting the room full of bikes, and approaches you with a leer.

“Oh, yeah?” You place a hand on your hip.

“Yeah, and I think I know just the instructor who can help.”

Jimin pounces on you with a kiss, and your giggles fill the room.

Life is better now, and it will get even more so. Jimin glances back at the podium as you scurry to get your leggings off, his eyes resting on the velvet ring box.

Yeah, it will definitely get better.

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73 Questions

I mas tagged by: @mrs-machinegun-norris about two centuries ago sorry

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

• 5

Describe yourself in a hashtag?

• #sadbicht

• Cause I'm a bad bicht you can't kill me, only I do that

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

• Aaron Taylor-Johnson

• Colson Backer

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

• The crazy bisexual is on the loose

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

• That I cant handle silence

What’s your wake up ritual?

• All my cats and family yells at me till I roll of take my meds and stare at the wall till I'm late

What’s your go to bed ritual?

• Make sure I cleaned the litter box and that my cats have food and water then is up to bed and reading anything and everything till I fall a sleep

What’s your favourite time of day?

• Night time (I get the zoomies), or when I'm home alone

Your go to for having a good laugh?

• I really like comedy and some that make me laugh even when I watched 1000 times: John Mulaney, Daniel Sloss, Russel Howard and Sarah Millican

Dream country to visit?

• As many as I can! I have an extensive list

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

• Last semester 3 professors at university were really supportive and understanding and I didnt expect them to be so kind or belive in me that much.

Heels or flats/sneakers?

• Sneakers everywhere all the time for any given reason

Vintage or new?

• Vintage bits and pisses of different eras but late 80s early 90s give me live

• And I'm obsessed with 70s buildings dont know why

Who do you want to write your obituary?

• An creative stranger - go nuts dude freak people out

Style icon?

• dont have one I guess

What are three things you can’t live without?

• My cats

• My phone

• My guitar

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

• I'm crazy about mustard

• My dad always says anything salivary can be better with cheese and anything sweet be better with chocolate - not that far from the truth

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

• Elvis Presley

• Jane Fonda

• Janis Joplin

What’s your biggest fear in life?

• Failure

• The dark

Window or aisle seat?

• Window: you can look at the view, it's better for sleeping and during the day sunlight for reading

What’s your current TV obsession?

• A have many, it's a problem, but right now mind hunter

Favourite app?

• Instagram and tumblr

Secret talent?

• I like to lie to myself and say acting but maybe just weirdly good at pretending to be good at things (ain't that the joke huh)

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

• I would say it was dumb, stupid and streamly dangerous but when I was 16 a friend and I went to some guys house in a very weird neighborhood and lied to our parents about it and only 1 other friend new (also our taxi couldn't find the house). We meet those two guys at a friends party and they said that they were throwing one and that we should go, and our dumb selfdestruting alcohol hunting minds though, why not. It was not a party. It was just a hang out with us and one other guy and to this day I dont know how we left at 7am (the only way to get out of there was the first bus because uber wasn't a thing yet and me and my friend were to scared of what kind taxi driver we would find) unharmed and not sexually harassed, given that one of the dudes that our friends new more hated me for a few months for not putting out for him, cause you know, men.

• I'm absolutely sure they wanted a sex party that didnt happen. But I did show my unasked skills of knowing every single black veil brides lyrics.

How would you define yourself in three words?

• Anxious

• Laud

• Loyal

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

• The stolen 80s tshirts from my dad

• High waisted shorts

Must have clothing item everyone should have?

• A comfortable pair of jean shorts that you feel pretty in

Superpower you would want?

• To stop time

• I get to anxious trying to time manage and it just snowballs from there. And sleeping in without being always late.

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

• Machine Gun Kelly (I stared listening to his stuff a few months ago)

• But always and forever is the passion that moves people

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

• Be/do to other people what you wanted to be done for you

Best advice you’d give your teenage self?

• It's not just on your head it's a real thing, you're lot alone, and it ok to need help.

A book that everyone should read?

• Harry Potter: that even thou I have read multiple times it still is amazing and full of symbolism that people brush through some times.

• Women who run with the wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estés

• My older sister made me start this book and its absolutely live changing and I belive should be obligatory to all women in this world. This book is a live long work by this psychologist and through miths, legends, folk tales and stories she puts together what she calls the wild women archetype and what is the feminine instinct is and how those tales teach us about it and how to have a healthy relationship with her.

What would you like to be remembered for?

• For being kind

How do you define beauty?

• It's an powerfull force within

What do you ~love most~ only love about your body?

• The shape of my eyes

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

• Listening to music and dancing around

Favourite place to view art?

• I dont understand sorry

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

• Static supernova

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

• Guitar and piano cant choose only one

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

• My planned ones:

• Orca

• Felix felicis

• Tree

• Mother earth

• Penicillin allergy (I dont trust nobody)

Dolphins or koalas?

• Dolphins

• Did you y'all know that orcas not only aren't whales but belong on the same family as dolphins?

What’s your spirit animal?

• Orca

Best gift you’ve ever received?

• My cats (even thou there are rescues they're my little special gifts from nature)

Best gift you’ve ever given?

• On my best friend wedding my friend and I gave a performance as siluetes (it was private beach and all the light were off and we had the car headlights behind us) I played the song you are in love by taylor swift while she did an beautiful performance on silks the song represented their relationship and how she shared it if us in a very sacred way and the silks was a representation of her herself and how the 3 of us saw in the last few years her transformation from a very broken person to the women she was born to be.

• Yes we were crying the hole time but was the most genuine and beautiful think I ever done so yeah

What’s your favourite board game?

• Dix it, its awesome go play it pls

What’s your favourite colour?

• Petrol blue

Least favourite colour?

• The color of lentil soup my mom makes it looks like a baby have serious digestive problems

Diamonds or pearls?

• Diamonds of the symbolic value of "the pressure that could've break us made us into diamonds insted"

Drugstore makeup or designer?

• Drugstore makeup, the one I know that are real brands hauahauahs

Blow-dry or air-dry?

• Air-dry

Pilates or yoga?

• Pilates even thou I must prefer sports mostly

Coffee or tea?

• My blood is coffee at this point

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

• Wolrd, because English is not my first language and specially in an American accent the pronunciation of wolrd if simply the worst and is absolutely obnoxious and unsettling.

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

• Dark

• But my absolut favored is a 70% cacao white chocolate. It's incredible but I only got to buy it twice :(

Stairs or elevator?

• Stairs, I also love to sit on them

Summer or winter?

• Winter. I only like heat if I'm inside very cold water

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

• If nutrition value doesn't matter, ice cream

A desert you don’t like?

• Orange cake. Bad memories and I vomit every time I try to eat it.

A skill you’re working on mastering?

• Singing and playing the guitar

Best thing to happen to you today?

• I think I made a online friend :D

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

• That I'm kind

Favourite smell?

• Buttering sugar

Hugs or kisses?

• Hugs i Iike to be permanently attached to some people at times

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

• Domestic violence

• Parenting

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

• Today I was trying to play this song called Ronan and cryed my eyes out like all the other times I tried before It's a song of child cancer in the mother's perspective

Lipstick or lip gloss?

• Lipstick

• I'm a red matte lip stan

Sweet or savoury?

• Sweet

Girl crush?

• Billie Elish

How you know you’re in love?

• The only time I think I've been in love I only realised it because they left and I didnt understand why i was severely hurt by it and changed the way I created all relationships after that. And then it hit me

• So pain and heartache.... yeah that's depressing as shit

Song you can listen to on repeat?

• When the sun goes down - Arctic Monkeys

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

• My own self but not a anxious depressed mess just to feel what it's like

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

• That I dont need to make decisions

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tumblunni · 6 years ago

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Okay..uhh..man i dont even know what pronouns to use for this character

Like the few posts in their tag call them nonbinary? But it seems thats just because of that one line saying "gender is stupid" which was literally in response to someone saying "stop dressing like a girl, youre a boy". And like every single artwork of this character everywhere forever shows her dressed incredibly feminine and like.. Calling herself a girl. And the series just treats it as "quirky gay man who's lol sooooo gay that he crossdresses all the time" and seriously everyone else seems to call her a man and she calls herslf a girl? Like this really doenst seem like a nonbinary character this seems like an old manga with a poor understanding of trans people that was using kind of offensive language to refer to a trans woman and like.. Now just looking back on it through a a modern lens we'd say it seems like how we talk about nonbinary people.

Cos i mean seriously man this is just a girl who always dresses as a girl and calls herself a girl and loves girly stuff and its just meant to be somehow 'comical' because she's uhh..well..clearly flat chested and the manga makes it clear she was "born a man". And seriously wtf is up with this "comical" slant to all of it?? Like im glad to see trans rep and i understand that its so flawed because its a really ahead of its time bit of representation that was made in a time when bigotry was a lot more overwhelming and LGBT equality had made less strides. But still it seems so weird that even if they think of this character as "a gay man who likes to crossdress" then they'd be portraying "him" as a joke when they'd had other positive gay characters before. And like its not even outright "eww trans women" or anythingits just like they draw her SO exaggerated when she shows her crush on Toya and then he's drawn all..comically disgusted? And everyone is all shocked? And it was really confusing for the first chapter before they had a character staye that she was DMAB cos seriousky it just looked like everyone being weird to this girl for no reason.

And then just.. THERE'S A REALLY WEIRD UNDERTONE HERE

Like i wondered why on earth Toya's crush on Yukito was played so understated and never allowed to be outright confirmed even though its clearly canon and they were able to show Syaoran having a crush on literally the same guy before.

But seriously its starting to become WEIRD in regards to that! Like Ruby Moon is telling Yukito "i'll steal him away if you dont want him" so hey yes confirmation that it IS fuckin canon and they JUST WONT SAY IT. and then they have this really weird dance around conversation where toya is all "ugh gasp you're a-" and like he's...uncomfortabke with her being "a man" (SHE'S NOT A MAN DAMMIT) and she's like "but yukito is also" [suspicious gap in dialogue] "and you" [suspicious gap in dialogue] "him". Its all fuckin weird how much theyre dancing around saying the word gay or even saying a man loves a man yet they SAID IT BEFORE FOR SYAORAN! And then the dancibg around LGBT terms was actually used kinda cleverly here cos it could also mean "yes i'm a clow card and yukito is also not human". And probably the writers could point to that as reasonable denial if anyone accused them of writing a trans woman, i guess...

And uhh.. Yeah.. I think i get why these two situations are considered "different" by the writers.there was just a whole fuckin chapter about Syaoran realizing that her REALLY loves sakura and he only mistook his feelings for a crush on another boy because something something sensing subconciously that yukito had magic in him. And now its presented as CHARACTER GROWTH that he gives up on yukito and goes and has a straight relationship instead. And at the same time in the same chapter Tomoyo also decides to give up on her crush on Sakura WITHOUT EVER EVEN TELLING HER OR TRYING TO SEE IF SHE FEELS THE SAME WAY because she just thinks sakura will be happier witj syaoran. And this is meant to be noble and again be character development. And then looking back we had that whole plot of tomoyo's mom having a crush on sakura's mom and it being played all comical?? And her accusing sakura's dad of being a cradle robber and horrid for LITERALLY FUCKING HIS UNDERAGE STUDENT AND SHE DROPPED OUT OF SCHOOL TO MARRY HIM was again played for 'comedy' and she 'learns her lessonc that he's really a good guy and everything is fine.

So..yeah. It seems like a bit of an undercurrent of "gay crushes are a thing for children that you grow out of". Cos seriously the way they play the "comedy" on these older characters is like.. Infantalizing them? Tomoyo's mom is meant to be seen as immature and overreacting. And sakura's mom of course 'grew up' and got a 'real relationship'...

Or like i dunno maybe this was all an accidental implication caused by writers who just didnt realize what itd look like when they make EVERY SINGLE QUEER CHARACTER LOSE THE LOVE TRIANGLE and also refuse to actually confirm the one singular potential actually happy, healthy and recipricated gay pairing.

Also calling a trans woman a man and making everyone act grossed out by her expressing interest in her and making it all so confusing that even actual LGBT people dont really know what to make of it...

And then like there's also some bit where they say "oh well clow card guardians dont actually have gender", by which they mean "biological sex" cos i mean clearly they have genders! And why would "having no biological sex" give them ALL THE BODIES OF MEN??? Like seriously why would "cannot reproduce" mean "male by default"? Why would one of these "genderless" creatures make fun of one of the others for choosing to be female if none of them were born aligned to either of the human reproductive categories in the first place? Like its not "ha why are you being female, we dont have genders" its "why are you NOT BEING A MAN, we dont have genders". That makes no sense!! Also double wtf cos like 90% of all the clow cards look feminine and even half of the ones who don't still use female pronouns and get listed as female in the profiles. Like yes, all of them are drawn flat chested or with barbie doll anatomy but that doesnt make them "men by default"! And nobody's ever mentioned this before, we havent had kero-chan being all "ugh this is the DEVIANT Windy card that PRETENDS to be a girl" or anything. Seriously i cant get over the fact that its her straight up sibling guardian who's the one who makes fun of her for wearing a girls uniform. You are a goddamn talking panther!! What do you care about human cissexism!!

I dunno man the whole thing's got me a bit grumpled.

Also they continue dojng the damn nasty "romance" between a 35 year old teacher and a ten year old girl IN A MANGA AIMED AT TEN YEAR OLD GIRLS, and its presented all wholesome and life goalsy with no criticism whatsoever. Its been getting even creepier and it fuckin STARTED with him giving her a wedding ring! Now theyre really drawing attention to how young she is cos she sews a makeshift teddy bear for him and gives it to him as a good luck charm thatll make their love last. Gahhhhhh

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Idina Menzel and a Gay Fashion Designers Age-Gap Relationship in Skintight

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Idina Menzel and a Gay Fashion Designers Age-Gap Relationship in Skintight

At one point in Skintight, Elliot Isaac, praising his much younger lover Treys skin, dreams of making it into thousands of sheets.

Creepy, says Trey.

The wide interpretive space of Joshua Harmons witty play allows both viewpoints to be true.

The front of the program, designed to suggest a planned plastic surgery, with dotted lines over its star Idina Menzels face, reads: Beauty isnt everything. So why is it the only thing? The play attacks this question both comically and seriously, but the cover is also misleading. The play is also about what defines a particular kind of gay relationship. Thats harder to sketch on the front of a Playbill.

Jack Wetheralls Elliot is in love or sexual thrallor an intangible mix of bothwith Trey (Will Brittain), some 50 years his junior, and Trey is both callow and (maybe) deeper than his blond, humpy twinkiness suggests to Elliots furious daughter, Jodi (Menzel), and her lackadaisical son, Benji (Eli Gelb).

Trey says he loves Elliot, but the definition and nature of that love and their closeness is what is in question, as well as a proprietary daughter facing the challenge of sharing her father.

Harmon has investigated gay intimacy before (Significant Other), and most recently cultural hypocrisies and duplicities within family life (Admissions), and Skintight marries elements of both.

Menzels high-energy, bustling ball of discontent and motherly over-attachment is this shows zingiest comic draw. The play opens with her complaining about the breakdown of her marriage. Think of a car engine running, growling, misfiring, not stopping.

Her husband has left her for a much younger woman who, she notes, was a baby when she was at college. She claims not to have a problem with her fathers later-in-life blooming gay life, but her most cherished memories, and memories she uses as weapons against Trey, are from the sepia-frozen past of when her mother was alive and conventional hetero-family intact.

The open field Harmon affords to his characters and their motivations paradoxically becomes one of the plays frustrations. It asks that we hedge our bets on pretty much everything, like whether Elliot and Treys particular older-younger relationship is a healthy thing and whether a transactional relationship involving a rich, older man and a younger, grasping, fairly rude one is such a great idea.

You dont exactly root for Trey and Elliot to be together; Harmon at least partially writing unexpectedly against the central coupleor the hearts, flowers, and longing of what we expect of a central coupleis both perverse and refreshing. Trey seems selfish and pretty unpleasant, Elliot imperious and removed. Theyre a good, narcissistic match for each other. You can imagine meeting them at a party and later being relieved to be out of their self-regarding presence.

We can judge the relationship, of courseJodi sure does, and Elliot insists he knows exactly what he is doing, whatever she thinksbut the play doesnt. Similarly, it leaves open the foggy intentions of a frustrated child watching her father, as she sees it, humiliate himself and be humiliated. Or is Jodi merely pissed off at the hot interloper getting in the way of her access to her fathers millions and millions?

Elliot, who seems an awful lot like Calvin Klein (and Wetherall sure as heck looks like him), has made his money in clothing, and specifically underwear with his name written on the waistband. Klein also has famously had much younger boyfriends, most notably Nick Gruber, and shacked up with him in a swish New York home.

Like Gruber (reportedly), Trey has been a porn star and had sex with women as well as men. Trey, who drawls and revels in being almost belligerently unsophisticated, knows what those drawn to him are attracted to, and so the groin is well-upholstered and shoved front and up at all times.

Just wait for the scene when Trey comes downstairs in the middle of the night in one of his bulgiest jockstraps to sit and eat cereal between mother and son on the couch. (And watch a few minutes later, as Menzel approaches the couch as if it had a lethal strain of botulism streaked on it.)

Then there is Benjia geeky, awkward young man studying Queer Theory abroad, and a very different gay man from Treywho, in one of the best scenes of the play, connects with Trey, and then very nearly really connects with him, leading a warning to back off. From his grandpa.

Cynthia Mace as the maid Orsolya and Stephen Carrasco as Jeff, a manservant who has an intimate past with Elliot, complete the company. Mace comically struggles up and down the stairs of Lauren Helperns plush set with heavy suitcases. Jeff glides in and out, a mostly voiceless handsome Mrs. Danvers, who Trey cant standor feels threatened bybecause of his connection to Elliot.

Suddenly, the sexiness of Trey and his youth become the central concern of this play, which is fine if a little dramatically deflating. Trey has a nice body, but his sexual charisma isnt that magnetic. Despite his hunky body, you dont really covet whatever it is Jodi and Benji start surmising about what he has.

For this part of the play, Jodi and Benji recognize it (reallyafter being so circumspect about everything else?). For them, his supposed beauty is Treys power, and it is the root of many other peoples success and power too. Skintight doesnt ask what price, beauty, but rather what can it buy you. Elliot is in the business of selling sex, and here he is living his own lifestyle.

One of the plays conclusions, and one that it means to sit there and not get beyond, is that if you are beautiful, youll be all right; that beauty is the thing that can guarantee access and riches.

For Elliot, Treys beauty is life-giving, but Elliots key speech to Jodi, praising that beauty and waking up next to it every morning, sounds more vampiric and creepy than perhaps how it is intended. Jodi notes that whatever it is, it doesnt sound like love.

There is amity of a kind in conclusion. But youre left scratching your chin with this inconsistently likable and grating group. Trey is perhaps not as bad as Jodi thinks, but maybe he is (he certainly has a capacity for cruelty and meanness); as for Elliot, Wetherall seems to be playing intense Strindberg while everyone else has beached their characters on an accessible fault line between comedy and drama.

We can understand Jodis frustrations, but Jodi/Menzel is beautiful too, at least equally so to Trey/Brittain, so its hard that she would feel at such an aesthetic disadvantage next to him. Which leaves Benji, also very handsome (especially if you like big, curly hair), who perhaps needs to stop learning Queer Theory and start living a queer life.

Just as the play asks us not to judge its characters, it also asks us to accept how people choose to live with the compromises and shortcomings in their intimate relationships that are not just obvious to others but also to them.

Skintight is at the Laura Pels Theatre, 111 West 46th Street, New York City. Booking through Aug. 26.

Read more: https://www.thedailybeast.com

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mysteriouslyzealouspandalov-blog · 6 years ago

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Idina Menzel and a Gay Fashion Designers Age-Gap Relationship in Skintight

New Post has been published on https://relationshipguideto.com/must-see/idina-menzel-and-a-gay-fashion-designers-age-gap-relationship-in-skintight/

Idina Menzel and a Gay Fashion Designers Age-Gap Relationship in Skintight

At one point in Skintight, Elliot Isaac, praising his much younger lover Treys skin, dreams of making it into thousands of sheets.

Creepy, says Trey.

The wide interpretive space of Joshua Harmons witty play allows both viewpoints to be true.

Trey says he loves Elliot, but the definition and nature of that love and their closeness is what is in question, as well as a proprietary daughter facing the challenge of sharing her father.

Harmon has investigated gay intimacy before (Significant Other), and most recently cultural hypocrisies and duplicities within family life (Admissions), and Skintight marries elements of both.

One of the plays conclusions, and one that it means to sit there and not get beyond, is that if you are beautiful, youll be all right; that beauty is the thing that can guarantee access and riches.

Skintight is at the Laura Pels Theatre, 111 West 46th Street, New York City. Booking through Aug. 26.

Read more: https://www.thedailybeast.com

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