#i don't have a thing with public restrooms i swear

[mafiaanomaly]

"Can't wait any longer"

Tw: Smut, PUBLIC smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap your willy), quickie, swearing.

Summary: You and your husband Miguel can't seem to wait until after dinner to get each other alone.

"Ya'know, you've always looked so sexy in red."

You smile softly, fixing your earrings in the mirror one last time before turning toward where he was seated on the bed.

His gaze is already on you, filled with so much desire and love that your panties almost drop. You forgot how good he looks in a suit. Hair slicked back and the first two buttons of his black dress shirt undone. Not to mention his ass looked wonderful in those black slacks. Under any other circumstance, you would've had him laid in the bed immediately. But you hold it together.

Miguel watches you walk to him, hypnotized by the sway of your hips and the confidence of your walk in those damn heels.

God, he wanted those red bottoms in the air. Sitting pretty on each side of his head as he fucked you.

You can see the way his thoughts are headed by the way the red in his eyes seem to darken.

"No. Miggy, you promised." You playfully grabbed his cheeks and gave them a soft pinch. "You said we wouldn't miss this reservation. You swore. I got the shit on camera. We are not missing this dinner."

Miguel cursed under his breath. He doesn't regret the promise.

After all, you two had been trying to find the perfect day to have a date. But with Miguel so busy keeping the multi-verse intact and being the leader of the spider sociaty, and you were busy with running missions and leading other groups, there were hardly any days where the both of you could make time for each other.

Except for today. And you were not missing this opportunity.

"I know, sweetheart... Fuck, who bought you that dress? I might just kiss them."

"Well, I'm done using the bathroom if you need a minute with the mirror." You giggled as Miguel rolled his eyes, standing from the bed and offering you an arm.

"I'm guessing that means you're ready, mi amor?"

You smile softly at him and rise on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss on his lips.

"Only if you are handsome."

You should have taken Miguel's offer.

The whole dinner, you're forced to stare ahead of you at this chiseled, muscular, sex god.

You don't have to worry about Miguel, who remains on his best behavior. You have to worry about yourself.

You try, you really try, to listen to Miguel as he cracks joke after joke about his countless experiences. But you can't ignore the sticky wetness in your panties and the continuous throbs of your clit.

Miguel seems unaware of your distress, laughing out at his own jokes and wiping away invisible tears.

The heat gets so unbearable to the point to where you're one push away from ending this date early. And that push finally happens when Miguel looks up at you and flashes the overconfident smirk you fell in love with all those years ago.

You need this man right now.

Carefully slipping off one of your red bottoms, you raise a foot, hesitantly running it up Miguel's leg.

He cuts himself off with a slight flinch before looking at you, his eyes widened in surprise.

You bite your lip and peek at him through your lashes, hiking your leg up high enough to rub along his inner thigh.

His face becomes bright red and he clears his throat, straightening up and looking around in embarrassment.

"Mi amor? What are you doing...?"

You don't answer him immediately, letting your leg graze his semi-bulge that protrudes from his slacks. He lets out a soft grunt, trying to cover it up by swiping a hand down his face.

You lick your lips, red lipstick staining your tongue.

"I kinda have to use the restroom, Miggy..."

The grip you have on this sink honestly could have broken the thing.

You stare into the mirror in front of you, watching your husband's face as he fucks you from behind.

He'd lifted the back of your dress to rest right above your ass and slipped his cock out of his slacks for easy access before bending you over the restroom sink of the restaurant.

You both have a hard time keeping quiet. You muffle your moans and whimpers by biting your arms, nails uselessly scratching at the porcelain material of the sink as you hold onto it for dear life.

Miguel however, doesn't care much for quietness as he groans low without restraint, pounding into you with so much fervor that a loud slapping sound resounds around the small room. Your and his skin contacting with each hard and deep thrust, leaving red marks on your ass.

He stares at you through the mirror, cooing at how adorable you look.

"Oh, look at you Mi Corazon. You love it so much you're drooling all over that pretty dress. Making such a mess, pussy so drenched it's getting my pants wet. Oh no- Don't cry, sweetheart. You're doing so good for me. You can take it for a little longer, can't you?"

God, he makes you such a fucking mess.

Your body's on fire, drool and tears are drenching your dress, your pussy feels so worn and stretched it may never recover, and you're covered in sweat.

Yet you can't be bothered to care because your husband, Miguel O'hara, is rocking your fucking world right now.

You feel yourself getting close and are reduced to nothing but a desperate, babbling mess. You beg him, demand him, tell him you'll do anything if he'll just give you that sweet release you've been waiting for.

And when his hands grip your hips tighter and his thrusts become sloppy, you know he's about to give you exactly what you want.

And so he does. He cums with you and inside of you, throwing his head back. His voice cracks as a loud moan is released from deep within him. His entire body shudders and he takes a moment to catch his breath.

And you do too, spent and slumped on the clean restroom sink, drool and tears drying all over your face and dress.

You're pretty sure he just slutted you out.

There's silence as he pulls out of you, his release dripping from your poor hole.

The two of you make brief eye contact before bursting into quieted laughter.

"What the hell happened to having a 'proper date', hun?" Miguel asks, cleaning you up and fixing your dress for you. "I mean, not that I'm complaining-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the sound of banging startled you both.

"Hey! Whoever is in there needs to come out right now! You're both officially banned from this establishment!"

You and Miguel both look at each other.

"Well, shiet."

[stariekis]

let me show my love for u.

🛋️ pairing : 엔하이픈 ot7 + gn!reader . genre : fluff . cw : physical contact, kisses, skin ship .

— synopsis : things enhypen members would do to show how much they love you

— note : nothing to add bbies just hope that you enjoy this post <3 reposts and feedback is appreciated as u might know by now ⟡ 🤲🏻 thank you so much mwah !

heeseung : holding / hugging your waist

he is such a waist hugger god ... his arms and hands were made to hold you and you only and he proves it every single time. no matter where you guys are or with how, his arms would be around your waist not letting you go any moment. he does this in a kind of possessive way but only when there's no one he knows around, most of the time he does it unconsciously he is so used to it that now he can't get his hand off you (and you don't want that ~)

jay : holding hands / his wrist

jay has pretty big hands in my opinion so he would have his hand intertwined with yours all the time, giggling every time when he looks at how his hand covers yours completely. but, if he is holding something and both of his hands are occupied the would ask you to hold his wrist, he just want you hands on him every second.

jake : hands on the back pockets of your pants

this can be seen as a very possessive action but it's not the (only) reason why he does that. for him it's a good way to keep you close to him and he loves to keep you close as much as he can so, whenever you guys are out he would keep his hand in your pocket. and also .. why not showing every person that came across you two that you are his only ~

sunghoon : holding pinkies

i don't see sunghoon as a very affectionate person, he is better with words than physical contact. that's why i choose this ) : is a very cute and discrete way to hold hands and i know that he would love to walk around with your pinky finger intertwined with his, a small smile on his face every time he look at your hands.

sunoo : hugs

he is like a big teddy bear u guys ) : sunoo would be hugging you all the time and he wouldn't let you go until you have to go to the restroom like for real ... and he wouldn't control himself even if u guys are in public, he would be walking with you with his hand around your figure or, if you are out with the members, you will probably be on his lap with his arms around you waits. he don't care at all he loves hugging you <3

jungwon : kisses

neck kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, every single type of kisses are his favorite. he loves having his lips pressed against you all the time, he swears that he could spend hours kissing your lips or your chubby cheeks. and the other way around ! he loves when you kiss him, specially when you kiss his dimple ) : is his and your favorite feature of him ~ he feels so loved whenever you or him kiss each other <3

ni-ki : back hugs

he is tall tall and we all know that ... he would surely take advantage of his height, hugging you from behind while resting his chin on top of your head. he does it just as an affectionate gesture or to tease you a bit, always lovingly obvious 🫷🏻 he thinks that your high difference is so cute ) : he would also leave kisses on your nape and caress your arms with his hands.

[pretty-little-mind33]

TANGERINE WITH A FEM!READER WHO LIKES TO PARTY

Ask : I need some pure protective Tan x reader when the reader just loves to dance! Pure unhinged dancing where they don't give a fuck just dancing but they still look good and sexy, but this random guy is trying to dance with her and Tan is so possessive and protective over her.

Warnings : swearing, harassment, non-consensual groping

~ hi anon! thank you for requesting! I'm doing this in the form of headcanons I hope that's okay ~

• Tangerine knows the difference between possessive and protective and he's very aware he can be both of them depending on the situation. He's a surprisingly a very self-aware guy for a contract killer.

• He's also not usually a jealous person. He's confident in himself and he knows you love him and he loves you. Whenever his possessiveness/protectiveness jumps out, it's mostly because he sense some kind of danger around the situation—and not because he's jealous.

• He has nothing to be jealous over! You're his girl. He knows very well you'll be coming home with him and he'll have you screaming his name all night. He knows he doesn't have to worry about other guys.

• Tangerine is 100% not the type of boyfriend to tell you things like; "You can't wear that dress out in public, it's too revealing. Go change." He likes when you wear the dresses and clothes you want because he knows it makes you feel sexy and happy and that makes him happy!

• He loves your happiness. He's cute like that.

• He has no problem fighting anyone who looks at you wrong! He will defend you no questions asked. You come up to him crying? No hesitate he'll make whoever was the cause pay dearly.

• So, when you go out the bar one evening and he sees you dancing, he's content watching you from the bar as he sips on his whiskey. You look so carefree and happy it makes his cold heart swell.

• He will be watching the way your curves look as you dance (he is just a man after all), and how pretty your hair falls, and all he's thinking of is brining you home and kissing you all over.

• He's completely whipped.

• However, the moment he sees a sleazy looking drunk guy dancing much too close to you for his liking, he's immediately on edge.

• Tangerine knows better than anyone you can take care of yourself, you're a smart girl, and still his hand grips the glass so tightly he's afraid it will shatter.

• It isn't until he sees your expression, one of fear and uneasiness, that he snaps.

• Tangerine doesn't hesitate to walk up to the man, snatching his wrist just as his hand goes to squeeze your ass and you spin around, confused and relieved to see your boyfriend standing in front of you. You'll say his name, his real name, in a hushed whisper.

• "I suggest you think before you decide to put your hands on a lady, mate," he snarls with fake kindness, his blue eyes narrowing coldly. He's pissed. He's beyond pissed!

• If the man doesn't listen and makes some snarky comment, his anger will only spike. Without realizing, he's pushed you behind him and he's keeping you close.

• "You're embarrassing yourself," her says, staring daggers at the man. "Can't hold yer liquor, can ya?" Now he's just plain making fun of him, enjoying tormenting someone who wanted to cause you harm.

• You squeeze Tangerine's arm in attempt to tell him you're okay, but he isn't having any excuses. He saw the guy try and touch you without your consent and he's furious.

• If the guy continues to taunt him and make comments, Tangerine has no qualms hitting him in the nose and sending him falling backwards and making a scene.

• He doesn't give a flying fuck.

• "Darlin', he was making you uncomfortable," he whispers into your hair, his back pressed against the dark bar hallway near the restrooms as you touch over his bruised knuckles from how hard his rings had scraped the man's face. "He tried to put his hands on you. He deserves to be beaten to a pulp and worse. Actually, 'll go back in there now and,"

• Tangerine really has no filter.

• If you tell him you want him to stay with you and he melts immediately.

• "I just don't like when arseholes like him think they can bother my girl when she's just having fun," Tangerine smoothes a hand down your cheek. "You look lovely dancing," he'll compliment you and kiss your nose, which makes you flustered and his grin widen.

• "Aw, luv, don't go all shy on me now," he chuckles and teases you. "I like your moves! Ya wanna go back and dance? 'M sure everyone has already forgotten I punched that bloke. I can dance with you this time?" he offers and then tilts your chin in his hand. "Or we can go home and we can do whatever you want," he smirks.

• When you tell him you want to dance, he's happy to oblige.

• And we all know Tangerine can dance! He just doesn't dance often because he likes keeping up his calm and cool assassin persona.

• But for you? For you, he would do anything.

[viaoverthemoon]

Can't Wait <3

Leon x Fem!Reader

I am bored yet again. Time to write about my husband! ;)

Summary: You and your husband Leon can't seem to wait until after dinner to get each other alone. <3

18+!! MDNI!! Sexual themes ahead!!

Tw: Smut, PUBLIC smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex (Don't be silly, wrap your willy), quickie, swearing.

Enjoy! :)

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"Ya'know, you've always looked so sexy in red."

You smile softly, fixing your earrings in the mirror one last time before turning toward where he was seated on the bed.

His gaze is already on you, filled with so much desire and love that your panties almost drop. You forgot how good he looks in a suit. Hair slicked back and the first two buttons of his black dress shirt undone. Not to mention his ass looked wonderful in those black slacks. Under any other circumstance, you would've had him laid in the bed immediately. But you hold it together.

Leon watches you walk to him, hypnotized by the sway of your hips and the confidence of your walk in those damn heels.

God, he wanted those red bottoms in the air. Sitting pretty on each side of his head as he fucked you.

You can see the way his thoughts are headed by the way the blue in his eyes seem to darken.

"No. Leon, you promised." You playfully grabbed his cheeks and gave them a soft pinch. "You said we wouldn't miss this reservation. You swore. I got the shit on camera. We are not missing this dinner."

Leon cursed under his breath. He doesn't regret the promise.

After all, you two had been trying to find the perfect day to have a date. But with Leon so busy escaping death, and you busy with running your newly successful company, there were hardly any days where the both of you could make time for each other.

Except for today. And you were not missing this opportunity.

"I know, sweetheart... Fuck, who bought you that dress? I might just kiss them."

"Well, I'm done using the bathroom if you need a minute with the mirror." You giggled as Leon rolled his eyes, standing from the bed and offering you an arm.

"I'm guessing that means you're ready, angel?"

You smile softly at him and rise on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss on his lips.

"Only if you are handsome."

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You should have taken Leon's offer.

The whole dinner, you're forced to stare ahead of you at this chiseled, muscular, sex god.

You don't have to worry about Leon, who remains on his best behavior. You have to worry about yourself.

You try, you really try, to listen to Leon as he cracks joke after joke about his countless traumatic experiences. But you can't ignore the sticky wetness in your panties and the continuous throbs of your clit.

Leon seems unaware of your distress, laughing out at his own jokes and wiping away invisible tears.

The heat gets so unbearable to the point to where you're one push away from ending this date early. And that push finally happens when Leon looks up at you and flashes the overconfident smirk you fell in love with all those years ago.

You need this man right now.

Carefully slipping off one of your red bottoms, you raise a foot, hesitantly running it up Leon's leg.

He cuts himself off with a slight flinch before looking at you, his eyes widened in surprise.

You bite your lip and peek at him through your lashes, hiking your leg up high enough to rub along his inner thigh.

His face becomes bright red and he clears his throat, straightening up and looking around in embarrassment.

"Sweetheart? What are you doing...?"

You don't answer him immediately, letting your leg graze his semi-bulge that protrudes from his slacks. He lets out a soft grunt, trying to cover it up by swiping a hand down his face.

You lick your lips, red lipstick staining your tongue.

"I kinda have to use the restroom, Lee..."

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The grip you have on this sink honestly could have broken the thing.

You stare into the mirror in front of you, watching your husband's face as he fucks you from behind.

He'd lifted the back of your dress to rest right above your ass and slipped his cock out of his slacks for easy access before bending you over the restroom sink of the restaurant.

You both have a hard time keeping quiet. You muffle your moans and whimpers by biting your arms, nails uselessly scratching at the porcelain material of the sink as you hold onto it for dear life.

Leon however, doesn't care much for quietness as he groans low without restraint, pounding into you with so much fervor that a loud slapping sound resounds around the small room. Your and his skin contacting with each hard and deep thrust, leaving red marks on your ass.

He stares at you through the mirror, cooing at how adorable you look.

"Oh, look at you angel. You love it so much you're drooling all over that pretty dress. Making such a mess, pussy so drenched it's getting my pants wet. Oh no- Don't cry, sweetheart. You're doing so good for me. You can take it for a little longer, can't you?"

God, he makes you such a fucking mess.

Your body's on fire, drool and tears are drenching your dress, your pussy feels so worn and stretched it may never recover, and you're covered in sweat.

Yet you can't be bothered to care because your husband, Leon Scott Kennedy, is rocking your fucking world right now.

You feel yourself getting close and are reduced to nothing but a desperate, babbling mess. You beg him, demand him, tell him you'll do anything if he'll just give you that sweet release you've been waiting for.

And when his hands grip your hips tighter and his thrusts become sloppy, you know he's about to give you exactly what you want.

And so he does. He cums with you and inside of you, throwing his head back. His voice cracks as a loud moan is released from deep within him. His entire body shudders and he takes a moment to catch his breath.

And you do too, spent and slumped on the clean restroom sink, drool and tears drying all over your face and dress.

You're pretty sure he just slutted you out.

There's silence as he pulls out of you, his release dripping from your poor hole.

The two of you make brief eye contact before bursting into quieted laughter.

"What the hell happened to having a 'proper date', hun?" Leon asks, cleaning you up and fixing your dress for you. "I mean, not that I'm complaining-"

Before he can finish his sentence, the sound of banging startled you both.

"Hey! Whoever is in there needs to come out right now! You're both officially banned from this establishment!"

You and Leon both look at each other.

"Well, shiet."

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I'm a little down bad...

[willowsages-blog]

public restaurant: Dbf Sebatian Stan x female reader

summary: against your better judgment, you somehow falter and let Sebatian, your dad's best friend, do what he will with you at dinner, right underneath your parents' noses.. without your father finding out

warnings: swearing, exhibition, public fingering, daddy kink, dbf.

"Stop it, we're in a nice restaurant." You softly smack his hand from traveling to your inner thigh, mumbling your words in a cruel manor.

"I don't really care," Sebastian glides the tips of his fingers up your leg slowly and somberly, resting his big hand severely close to your aching heat.

"Well, I do care.." Once again, you remove his warmth from your own, humiliated that the softest touch of a man could make it so difficult to focus.

"And just because my parents are in the restroom, doesn't mean we can mess around, Sebastian." what if someone finds out looking around trying to see if your parents were close by especially your father would go crazy if he saw the two of you together close.

"They're probably fucking." Blandly, he says, staring at you with an ornery glint in his florescent eyes.

"Gross." You blow a disgusted huff through your teeth, watching your parents emerge from the back of the building, looking pure as ever.

"If it were up to me, I'd have you taking my cock in the bathroom too." His words slipped right down through you and caressed your arousal with his grueling words, forcing an unwanted, tainted red to spread among your cheeks like wildfire.

"You shouldn't say things like that.." Wary, you kept your eyes lowered, fully ashamed of the affect he had now bestowed upon you.

"Flustered, my Love?" He gave you a convincing look of concern, but he had "arrogance" written all over his face, settling his damned hand atop your knee smoothly.

"Y'know, you shouldn't wear this," He pulled the small, delicate strap of your dress off your shoulder, "Makes me want to ruin your nice little dress.."

"Stop, Sebastian..." You pull the loose strap back up to its former place, grimacing once his hand crawls up the slit of your dress and settles against the molten cove, he calls his own.

"Stop what, Y/N?" He shifts his eyes on yours, raising a brow in question. "I've hardly laid a finger upon you.." He curled his finger under the silk fabric of your panties, massaging your little rose bud soft and nice.

You fall silent to his wishes, eyeing your parents who had made a stop at the bar and were laughing with another couple while you sat there, a mistress to whatever Sebastian decided to do.

He rolled your clit between the pads of his fingers as you let your head fall back slowly, chewing on the pillowy softness of your bottom lip to suppress your pleas for more.

"Sebastian.." He slid his long index into your pulsing folds, and you wrapped both of your hands around his bicep,

anchoring to him as he deflowered you amongst the eyes of the public. You struggled to keep your legs still from under the table, and his pace of pleasure quickened.

Softly, you whimpered through your lips, undeniably hushed by his arousing acts of unbidden desires.

You squeezed your thighs together, whilst enveloping his hand at your very center. It was terribly hard to keep quiet, and even Sebastian struggled with the want to praise his little princess for doing so well.

"Such a naughty girl," Sebastian chides, watching you fall apart so delicately, amidst the oblivious beings that scatter the room. His eyes travel down the lengths of you, the sore throb in his cock swelling each time your thighs shook around his hand.

He pumped his thick digits slow and masterfully, while sweat dotted your brow, sweeping your hair with a gleam.

Your chest fell rapidly, and you felt the overwhelming sensations of his languid touch begin to brink at your nearly come orgasm.

, please.” Involuntary bucks broke from your hips, and you let your head fall to his shoulder, a cascade of whimpers and cries quietly evading your wordless mouth.

“Go ahead, princess, come on my fingers. Let everyone see how messy you are.”

His lips moved against your ear, and you couldn’t help but free yourself from the bondage wrapped around the pit of your stomach in several knots, and he unwound everything single one of them with ease.

Careless of what eyes could be scouring you, you let your body rattle through your orgasm, coating his fingers with your juices and an unapologetic moan emptying from your lips with passion.

It felt so good.

You sigh as Sebastian removes his fingers from you, hazily watching as he slips them in his mouth unbothered.

You let your breathing smooth back to normal, eyeing him with the same lustful desire you withheld still only minutes ago.

Confident, you led your hand right over his hardened erection, sliding your palm tenderly against the noticeable indent in his trousers. Sebastian gave you an evil look,

dismissing whatever silly little idea you had in your mind. He swept your hand away, intertwining your fingers together instead.

“Not now, baby.” Concern lathered his voice and the both of you looked up, watching your parents make their way back to the table you all were sharing.

Though Sebastian would stare with intent, you kept your eyes lowered, ashamed of the escapades that went on right under their noses.

"Oh honey, what's gotcha so wound up? You look like a tomato." Your mother, bright as always, ponders aloud, making you shift your eyes in her direction.

"It's really hot in here, Mom." You fan your hands at your face, Sebastian's shit-eating grin in your peripheral's.

"Well, maybe you should cool down with some desert! I'm sure a little ice cream and pie would help you out." She widely smiled, taking her former seat in front of you and signaling a waiter over. You were going to decline your mother's suggestion, but she looks so happy, and pie sounds just too good...

He stands from his seat, yea do you mind driving me home were right beside each other I just think Mom and Dad would like to have a little more time to themselves, Honey are you sure' No you say it no biggie I'm little tired and I'm sure Sebastian wouldn't mind,

bidding your parents goodbye and forcing you to do the same. You walk beside him through the restaurant, confused but nonetheless glad that you didn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of knowing what the both of you had done.

“What the hell was that? You frown as the two of you exit the restaurant, met with the humid air that engulfs your bodies tightly. Sebastian grabs your hand firmly, coyly pulling you into his hard,

“And I want a taste of that pussy, been craving it all night.”

[scyllascriptor]

So, since it's out for everyone now.

Radical vulnerability time, because fuck it: I've been having panic attacks and anxiety attacks for a while now. I've had a rough time driving for years (pre-covid), and have been essentially a shut-in since 2020. It's a lot harder to convince yourself "everything will end in suffering and death" isn't a rational fear when there's a fucking pandemic, y'know?

When I saw that Ghost was doing a concert movie it broke my heart because I wasn't sure if I was going to be capable of making the drive (or being in public for that long). But it felt like if I bailed on this thing - going to see a fun silly thing by possibly my all-time favorite band - that meant something new and different. Like maybe I had completely given up.

So... I white knuckled it the entire hour to the nearest theater with a showing. I barely got in the door before I had to bolt to the restrooms for a nice little breakdown. Eventually I got my breathing under control despite my mask, sat my ass down in the theater, and watched the show.

I did not expect the epitome of "scrunkly bastard blorbo" singing songs about the devil to sneak in a moral about how if you're constantly living in fear you aren't living, and you deserve to live. Being in denial means we blot out our now. Sometimes you have to be present, even in the pain.

The ups come, the downs come, and life keeps going. And even when it is terrible it will still be beautiful sometimes and that it's okay to be happy in the happy moments that you get.

That if you aren't careful you can work yourself up into such a whirlwind of fear that you don't see what's right in front of you until it's too late. And that you do a disservice to yourself and to others when you, no pun intended, ghost your own life.

I stepped out of the theater to a full moon hanging in the sky, orange and enormous. It was breathtaking. I got about 3/4 of the way home when I realized that I hadn't been a sweating, shaking, swearing, mess on the drive back. I laughed on and off for the rest of the trip home every time it hit me that the expected chokehold of terror just wasn't there.

That little shit got in my head! He snuck up and tickled my fucking taint with his fucking scooby-doo chase music.

I'll be forever grateful for one good night, even if other nights aren't so good. Because that one... that was a good one.

I've driven since, which is something I avoided however possible before. While it's not magically all-better... I have that wonderful memory of a good, easy, peaceful, night-drive under the full moon to draw on. The tension is there, the swearing remains, but the fear doesn't control me.

[henrioo]

okey so this really weird thing happened to me while was out and went to restroom so I was i rest after doing my business and washing my hands their was like several other guys in room,and than this guy that you could tell was trans proply hasnt been taking hormones yet walked in. And everyone startted at him,than the crazist thing happened ,this one guy spoke up and said your in the wrong bathroom this is male bathroom. For male space. And everyone else seem to agree. That guy was bacislly telling that other guy to leave. And it turned in to a fignt..back a fourth.. transph0bi shit was said.😥😥 i know should had somthing. I swear my brain was telling me to do somthing or at least say somthing, but nothing..😭😭😭 I feel like a coward...and a bicth?

If this ever happnes again do you have any tips on how to handle the problem??

So

This can be a little like

This genuinely is not what you expected to hear but is most true

In most of those situations my advice for you is

Don't do nothing

And that's real, okay?

Why? Because if you are never with who you are starting a fight with, you can never know if one dude is going to push a gun and kill you and the trans guy, you never know if the other men will come together and beat you until dead, you never know what can happen to you

And even if helping a person is totally a valid fight and a noble gesture, don't ever do something that can put your life in danger

You have to be really careful with that, because yes you can help the guy and everything be fine

Or you two can end dying

And when the subject is life, your life matters more than any other person's life (in that case)

So, in a real situation what you should do

First is analyse your surroundings, how many people are in the bathroom? They are in a bigger number? Looks they have anything dangerous? (Sometimes you can spot a gun or a knife if you look carefully enough)

After that, where are you? In a club? In a mall? In a restaurant? Depending on the place you are you can start a real big fight that you don't want, in a bar for example you can attract a lot of angry guys ready to beat you, but if you are in a club maybe you can find women and other LGBTs that are ready to help you

If it's a place with more people, like a mall, you will have more security of helping someone, those idiots don't want to start a big fight in public places that have a big amount of people, also if there's a cop they probably won't do anything too serious

If the situation is better for your side, then you can get involved in this, don't act in a violent or aggressive way, but be firm or they won't take you seriously, ofc fear can make this harder but just try to be calm and you will be fine

You can say things like "c'mon it's a trans okay? Just let him use the bathroom" or "let's not get upset, just let him use it and he will leave soon"

The better thing is putting you in between them, if you manage to put the trans guy on the toilet cabin there's nothing much the other guys can do, just be there until the guy finishes so you can be sure no one will try nothing to him

If you can help him, leave the bathroom as soon as possible and find the guy, talk to him and say to him wait a little to the bathroom get less people and come back with him, or take him to another male bathroom if there is one

Don't try to expose too much about the trans guy's identity, because we can feel somehow exposed and humiliated, so just try to play with the basic "he is a man" "he is trans" "he is lgbt" just to make clear he can use that bathroom but without being like "JUST BECAUSE HE HAVE A VAGINA DOESN'T MEAN HE IS NOT A MAN"

But like I said, there's a lot of things to think about before trying to help someone

In most cases you will have some panic crisis because no one is ever fully prepared to handle this situation, so if you can do nothing in the time just leave the bathroom and try to find the guy to offer the other options I said

But like I said, if the situation looks dangerous for you and him, just try to say to him to leave to not start a fight

Is not a thing to be proud of, my for us is better being a victim of a transphobia instead of being a victim of murder

So even if you don't help someone in that situation, there's nothing wrong with you, you definitely not a coward

Those situations are shocking for anyone and even a trans person cannot know what to do

So don't blame yourself for nothing, handling transphobia on the internet is totally different from handling in real life

And nobody is ever prepared for that

And unfortunately most cases of transphobia can result in physical harm, so never do nothing that can hurt you, you are not a hero and you shouldn't die with someone

If you can help someone of being harmed then do it, but I'd you can risk your life with low possible of leaving alive, don't. Your life matters and unfortunately in this world we always need to think about us first

[vanishxcanvas]

Interesting Evening

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Oneshot / Imagine

Part two of "Hotel and a Date"

Content Warning: 18+ only. This includes smut and fluff. Mentions of praise kink, fingering, unprotected p/v sex.

Background: Jolly takes you out on a date, since you both have the day off. You decide to tease him a bit, on the way to the restaurant and on the way back to the hotel. When you both get back to the hotel, he decides to give you a taste of your own medicine.

It was time to get ready for your date, so you walked in the restroom with the clothes you were going to wear.

You put on some makeup, and then you slip on your clothes. It was nothing fancy. It was a black, long-sleeved top, with some black jeans. You also put on some doc martens to go along with it.

Walking out, you see Jolly is already ready and sitting on the bed. He looks up at you and raises an eyebrow. "I like what I see. You ready?"

You smirk, "Mhmm. You?"

He laughs, "Yeah, I am. Come on, let's go."

You smile, and you both leave to go on your date.

As you both got in the restaurant and got your drinks, the waiter took your orders. After he got done, he walked away.

Jolly looked clearly annoyed. "He was flirting with you."

You glare at him. "So? I'm not interested in him, Jolly."

He raises an eyebrow. "Only me, right?"

Laughing, you make a comment. "Only you. I promise."

He licks his lips, and whispers something. "Good girl."

This gets you a bit flustered, obviously. "Don't call me that in public, I swear to god."

He notices your legs are close together, and you have pink on your cheeks. Clearly the makeup wasn't helping at all.

Jolly laughs.

You glare at him, now annoyed yourself. "I'm gonna get you back for that."

He grins, "Try me baby."

You smile back. "With pleasure."

You both talk for a while, you teasing him extremely while doing so. The waiter comes back with your food, and you smile at the waiter to annoy Jolly.

This obviously annoys him, as he glares at you. After the waiter leaves, Jolly makes a comment. "Eat your food, then we're leaving."

After you both eat, he pays for the food. Then he basically drags you back to the hotel. Getting inside, he pins you against the door. "I'm gonna make you scream my name tonight. Now, bedroom. No clothes."

As he backs away, you ask him something. "Everything?"

"All of it. Five minutes." He demands.

You quickly rush to the bedroom, to the restroom. In a rush, you take off your makeup and your clothes. You then speed walk out of the restroom and lay on the bed.

Not even a couple seconds later, Jolly walks in. He grins sinisterly. "My sweet girl turned out not to be so sweet tonight. I need to change that."

This makes you whimper, and of course he hears it. Walking close to the bed, his hands touch your legs.

He licks his lips, "Think you can behave?"

You nod.

"I need words, baby." He says, glaring at you.

"Please,"

"Ah- I need a yes or no answer. So, I'm gonna ask again. Do you think you can behave?" He asks.

You whimper, and reply. "Yes."

He smirks, "That's my pretty girl."

Sliding his hands up your legs, you feel yourself throbbing.

But of course, he skips over where you need him the most.

"Please,"

He places a finger against your lips. "Shh, patience."

Taking off his jacket and shirt, he gets on top of you.

He then kisses down your neck and body. He stops for a second to speak. "Don't hold back, be as loud as you want."

You let out a soft moan, then he praises you.

Getting to where you need him the most, he teases you with his fingers. "Please do something, please baby."

"As you wish." He slips a finger into you.

You gasp, "More,"

Adding another finger, you moan louder this time.

"Good girl, being good for me" His words make you clench, and he pulls his fingers out.

You whine at the loss, but he tells you to be patient. He gets up and takes the rest of his clothes off.

The next thing you know, he's crawling on top of you. "Ready baby?"

You whine, "Just hurry up and fuck me already." The moment you say that, he slams into you.

"Fuck!" You shout.

"That's what I'm doing." He smirks, before leaving kisses on your neck.

He then pins you arms above you head, and keeps fucking you. He pulls out, then slams back into you. As he keeps doing this, he praises you, calling you a good girl for taking him so well.

You clench around him as he praises you, and he notices this. He snakes one of his hands down and rubs your clit.

You gasp, and Jolly leans up to your ear. "Cum for me baby."

You moan, and then you let go. As you do this, you shout his name, not caring how loud you are. Jolly releases shortly after you.

After relaxing for a minute, Jolly traces shapes on one of your thighs. "Wanna go take a shower, then we can sleep?"

You laugh, "Yeah, I'd love that."

He smiles, and carries you to the restroom. After starting the shower, both of you get in. You both wash up, and after you get finished doing what you need to do, you lay in bed.

Kissing your forehead, Jolly says something to you. "Goodnight baby."

You look at him. "Goodnight."

He smiles, and you cuddle against him before falling asleep. He falls asleep shortly after you.

[homo-rashi]

Kinktober 2023 | Public Embarassment

Original Male Character x Original Male Character

Yuu was completely enthralled with Akihiko. Hearing his stories of his past, eating the delicious food he recommended, getting completely lost is the dark, ashe like color of his eyes as he speaks so fondly about the owner of this little cafe, of this formerly bustling onsen town…If only his body hasn't jolted him out of his completely concentration on Akihiko. 

He went to take another sip of the warm rice based drink, after losing count of how many free refills he has been provided, he finally feels warm from the inside out and is dying to pee. Yuu honestly, had to go before Akihiko and him even go onto the train. Having waited at the station for almost an hour beforehand, drinking a hot coffee from a nearby vending machine to stay warm, He figured they would be at their destinations soon and he could relieve himself there, except, they were on the train for two hours…

Now, he doesn't want to get up, break the flow-oh god don't think about things flowing-of their conversation to excuse himself to the restroom, a restroom he hasn't seen. He has been looking. Whenever Akihiko breaks the conversion to take a bite, chew and swallow it, he has let his eyes wander around the small cafe, finding only a door back to the kitchen and nothing more.

“Aki-chan, would you two like desert? Its on the house!” Mimino-san comes back over to clear their plates, 

“Are you going to let me pay for anything? Come on, I gotta show Yuu-san that I'm treating him on our first date, like a gentleman.” Akihiko jokes with the older woman. It makes Yuu’s heart swell, imagining this is how Akihiko might interact with his own grandmother. 

“Yuu-kun! You mustn't let our princess pay!” Mimiko jokes, hustling back to the kitchen, presumably not taking no on the deserts. 

“Akihiko…How does Mimiko know about Aki-chan?” Yuu asks, genuinely curious. He was under the impression that Akihiko’s crossdressing was a very, very big secret from the hushed tone he recalled his past in, but clearly, Mimiko san thinks of Akihiko as a girl, or rather a princess. 

“Ah, well, I left that part out for a reason, it's rather embarrassing.” Yuu swears he can see a faint blush creep up on his cheeks, and now he had to know, 

“Come on, you read my horribly embarrassing english essays, I think I deserve some blackmail material on you.” Yuu teases, He wiggles slightly in his seat, pushing his cup of amazake away so he doesn't take another sip. He just has to get through the desert and then he can slip away to the restroom at the train station. 

“I thought I was so smart, you know, coming here where nobody would know me. I was pretending to be so confident…but I actually thought I still looked like a guy.” Yuu can't believe that, 

“But, you. Um, sorry if this isn't a compliment anymore, but you look very feminine…I actually thought you were a woman the first time I saw you.” Yuu is only slightly embarrassed at the admission hen Akihiko's face lights up, 

“I thought so, most people do when they see me from behind, but you still found me attractive when you found out I was a man…?” Akihiko teased further, 

“Even more so…actually.” Yuu blushes extremely hard at admitting that out loud, but pushes past it, urging Akihiko to continue with his story. Mimiko quietly drops off two bowls of Zenzai, a sweet red bean soup with mochi. 

“Well, Even so. I didnt think my whole plan through and one week while I was here, I ended up drinking a little too much at juice bar, free samples and such. I didnt have alot of money cause I was paying for my own university but…” Akihiko pauses, taking a big spoonful of his desert. Yuu does the same but cringes as he feels more liquid being added to his body. Of all the traditional desserts, mimiko-san had to choose the only liquid one he could think of. 

“I wasn't nearly ready to go home but I really had to um, relieve myself…” Yuu’s eyes go wide. Of course, when he is in this predicament, this would be the story Akihiko is telling. He tenses his legs under the table, uncrossing and recrossing them. 

“Oh-” Yuu doesn't know how to respond, he just wants to sound natural, not like he has to ‘relieve himself’ extremely badly right now. 

“Yeah and I was dressed like a woman, but I didn't think I really looked like one, and I was well am, a man. Going into the women's restroom like that was, well, not an option and the mens also could have been dangerous…” Yuu feels bad for Akihiko’s past self. He can definitely relate to the feeling of needing to go and nothing having a place to. 

“So, I went on with my day, just hoping it would go away…but that's not how it works. I ended up wobbling into Mimiko-san’s shop, like, hands between my legs.” 

“Oh my god.” Yuu laughs slightly at the mental image, he gently rests his free hand in his lap, realizing he can hold himself under the table without Akihiko seeing. He instantly feels relief. 

“Yeah, it wasn't my finest moment. I found Mimiko-san, she was younger and bussing tables, I frantically ran up to her, asking if he has a restroom…completely forgetting to change my voice at all-” 

“So you sounded like you do now?” Yuu asked, he was picturing Aki-chan with a very high pitched, normal female japanese voice this whole time, but he guesses, Akihiko couldn't really change his voice that much.

“A little higher, but basically yes…Mimiko-san did clock me immediately but she told me there were public restrooms at the station and they only had a private restroom for staff in the back and I didnt know what to do, so I…Lifted up my wig, showing her my short hair, and I just said  ‘I either use your restroom or your floor, miss’ and she took me back, and then helped me fix my hair and did my makeup and yelled at me for how dangerous what I was doing was and then, she let me always get changed here for a year, until I went to the states.” 

‘Wow. Mimiko-san was just…okay with it?” Yuu asked, normally, older japanese women were very set in their ways about lgbt stuff, if they even know what it is. 

“Yuu, Mimiko is a trans woman…Why do you think she and her husband are still running this shop, she never could have any kids and in japan…she cant adopt.” Yuu’s eyes widen, 

“I-I had no idea!” He looks over at Mimiko-san shocked, but happy, happy she was able to help Akihiko in his time of need, now thought, he knows there is a bathroom but- is his circumstance really bad enough to ask to use the private restroom…

Yuu decides not to ask when Mimiko-san comes over and tries to refuse Akihiko’s payment and tip, Arguing that they don't do tips in Japan and Akihikp arguing back that he lived in San Francisco, and to not disrespect his American culture. Mimiko ends up taking the money and hugging Akihiko and himself goodbye, the tight squeeze of her arms around his body makes his shift in place, reeling how badly he has to go now that he is standing up. 

Leaving the cafe, Yuu expects Akihiko to turn to the train station, but he doesn't, instead, Yuu’s hand is taken once more and they head in the opposite direction. Five minutes later Yuu finds himself casually strolling through a park with Akihiko, hand in hand, it would be romantic. If Yuu didn't have his other free hand, in his pocket squeezing his cock for dear life, squeezing everything for dear life at this point. 

“If it's too busy, we can…not- '' Akihiko goes to pull his hand away, but Yuu is also squeezing it. He didn't even realize he was doing it. Yuu lets him go but without Akihiko pulling him along, he cant find the will to move, to part his legs. He really, really should have spoken up at the restaurant, but it's too late. They left, they have walks farther from the station, too far, too-

“You feeling alright? Let’s sit down, okay?” Yuu can't even process Akihiko moving him over to a nearby bench, assisting him in sitting down. He feels wetness drip onto his upper lips, he is sweating, yet he can see his breath. “Do you feel like you're going to be sick?” Akihiko asks, and Yuu can hear the worry and sincerity in his voice, Yuu doesn't say anything, not trusting his voice, he just shakes his head, he wishes he was sick, but no, he is about to wet himself because he cant speak up for himself. 

“Can you walk? Maybe you need some water-” Akihiko goes to stand, but Yuu cant. He is leaking, he feels it. His boxers soak it all up, but if he stands, it will be all over, He won't be able to hold it. 

“Hide me.” Yuu reaches up and grabs Akihiko's hand. He is going to wet himself, for the first time in years, on his first date with a guy, with Akihiko. 

“What? I don't understand, Yuu, What's wrong?” Akihiko is bending down in front of him, looking him in the eyes. Yuu can't, He cant hold it, He can't be looking at Akihiko when it happens, so he leans his head forward, slumping his weight into Akihiko’s suit jacket shoulder, Whats starts as a small drip, erupts into a waterfall falling through the wooden slats of the bench, onto the concrete park walkway below them. 

“Oh-” Yuu can't take the acknowledgment of Akihiko knowing what has just hapepned.He feels him, Akihiko pulling away, Yuu covers his face with his hands, not longer being shielded by Akihiko's warm body. He feels so utterly alone and humiliated. 

“Mommy- is that man okay?” He hears the child's voice, followed by rushed shushes from a few women, He is crying, shaking, when he feels the warm, soft fabric off something falling over his lap. 

“Sorry, there, nobody can see now. You're okay. If you didn't feel well, you should have said something.” Yuu finds the familiar warmth of Akihiko inffront of him, un-shielding his eyes, he sees Akihiko's suit jacket covering his lower half, that is now wet and cold, His accident having long finished during his breakdown. 

“I-I’m sorry.” He sobs, He isn't sick, He is just an idiot, an idiot with a small bladder, and an idiot who is beyond embarrassed.

“It's okay, seriously. Let's get you home. You need to rest and get cleaned up.” Akihiko stands, but Yuu doesn't. He knows what he looks like, it's so obvious he wet himself, 

“Here, Tie this around your waist, nobody will see.” Yuu stands, letting Akihiko take his own suit jacket from his lap and tie it around him. It's still obvious from the front what happened, but at least some people will be oblivious to his shame. “Come on, if you need to stop for anything, let me know, okay?” Yuu nods, still not wanting to speak and follows Akihiko to the train station.

[7waystreet]

dirty confessions | min yoongi

This BTS 18+ explicit series will include 7 diary entries (one from each of the bangtan boys) confessing to the dirty thoughts they have about (y/n) and the sinful sexual acts they've part taken in during their lives.

I kindly ask the reader to start with pt.1 and end with pt.7 since it's a series and will contain overlapping scenarios and characters ♡

✬ foreword pt. 1 — seokjin pt. 2 — yoongi pt. 3 — namjoon pt. 4 — hoseok pt. 5 — jimin pt. 6 — taehyung pt. 7 — jungkook

pt. 2 — yoongi

Dear diary,

I have a confession to make. I secretly fucked Hoseok's hot girlfriend, (y/n), last weekend.

One look at a woman and I know exactly what she's craving deep down inside... and the way (y/n) always appears so sexually unsatisfied and frustrated around Hobah seriously irritates me. Baby, if you want mind blowing dick, then daddy will give it to you hard. They don't call me the pussy whisperer for nothing.

The cuddly coochy coo shit in any relationship quickly gets boring, and that's exactly what I found (y/n) thinking when I caught her constantly giving me that seductive look at the bar that night. The flirty lip bites as she stealthily observes me, the foxy eyes and batty lashes whilst talking to me, not to mention those low cut shirts showing off her perky tits which she only wears when I'm hanging out with Hobi...

So, you're openly gonna thirst for my cock like that and expect me not to follow through with your dirty wishes?

Well, it's a blur how we'd all ended up getting tipsy together on that glorious evening; me, Namjoonah, Hobah, and (y/n). The couple was annoyingly touchy feely that evening, but I knew Hoseok's not ballsy enough to sneak her into the men's restroom and fuck her senseless in the stalls like I would've. He's only giving her cute lil kisses on the cheek and lightly groping her when she'd obviously wanted more...

Man, I could literally see the sexual frustration build up on her gorgeous face with how Hoseok's throbbing dick was poking into her perfectly round ass as she sat on his lap, but he was keeping things PG in public like the purest gentleman he is. I love my boy, but if you can't satisfy a wild chick like that, then you're gonna lose her.

Meanwhile, Namjoon's yapping in my ear about how he thinks Seokjin hyung's fucking his little sister, but my undivided attention remains on (y/n) who's luringly me in with those thirsty eyes and licking her juicy lips from across the table, all while Hobi keeps whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Shit, my cock'd trembled just from that one tempting look she threw at me, but I try to brush off the newfound warmth swelling up my balls by redirecting my attention to Namjoonah's complaints.

Why's everyone in this friend group wanting to fuck people they shouldn't really be fucking? First the suspicion on Seokjin hyung and Namjoon's sister doing the unholy deed, and now Hobi's girlfriend practically begging to bounce on my dick. Y'all need Jesus, I swear.

These kids love to call me a grandpa and all, and maybe I am one from the way I'm taking care of their drunk asses by the end of the hangout, but what you children don't know is that this grandpa's got a fat cock that was about to get madly sucked and fucked that very night. Hah. Namjoon chooses to walk back to his house so I put Hobi and (y/n) in the backseat before driving straight to their apartment, but I'm quickly getting irritated by the sound of their obnoxious moans while they're making out in the car, so I start blasting my own damn music. Agust D represent.

My eyes can't help but curiously peak into the rear view mirror after I suddenly hear (y/n) yelp out loud though. Ah... Hobi's rolled her short dress up enough to give me a good angle of her tight lil pussy, which is now on full display, his sloppy fingers aggressively pumping in and out of her drenched heat while he keeps sucking on her neck and marking her with some bright red hickies.

Great, I think. He's finally giving his sweetie exactly what she needs, and it's evident she's just cummed by the content look on her pretty features that I keep glancing at through the reflection, my face stupidly blushing pink when she catches me staring at her right after her eyes open back up. Hobah's clueless as can be though, too busy licking off her arousal from his fingers before his head sinks down onto her shoulder and eyes close shut with a smile beaming up his lips. Cute. But (y/n) now excitedly realizes that I've got a front row seat to a view of her soaking pussy as she observes my gaze trail down to her glistening folds, and what she does next makes me want to fuck her hard right then and there.

Her sensual eyes are fixated on mine while her fingers slowly inch downwards, the tips of them rubbing her clit and spreading her wetness everywhere but in teasingly slow circles while Hobi looks like he's dozed off on her shoulder by now. She's begun playing with herself while I entirely indulge in this rousing sight, my horny brain struggling so badly to keep my eyes on the road as they keep finding their way back to her dripping pussy that she's racily fingering yet again, like her sexual appetite still hasn't been fed properly, also clearly in an attempt to seduce me, which I god damn am by this point. I'm just so ready to pound her cunt into oblivion.

The fact that we've reached their apartment building bums me out though as (y/n)'s got to stop her enticing shenanigans, now that Hobah's woken up by the halting motion of the car too. He appears dizzy from all that liquor he's uncharacteristically consumed, so of course (y/n) pleads me in her honey voice to help support my friend up to their floor, and I'm obviously going to do it because I'm not an asshole... or at least that's what I'm telling myself in the moment while I try not to think about my raw cock thrusting deep into his girlfriend's frothing pussy.

Hoseok drunkenly keeps kissing me on the cheek thinking I'm (y/n) and I just let him do it, not wanting to waste any more energy into stopping him since I'm also painfully carrying his entire body weight up the stairs. I drop him into their bed in no time, heaving out a big sigh before removing his shoes and tucking him neatly into the sheets, then turning around and clicking the room's door shut. But my heart now skips a full beat when I see (y/n) standing there totally naked in the living room, slithering forward towards my body and firmly holding my hand to guide me towards the couch, whispering "We both want this so let's just get right into it". And shit, my feet mindlessly follow her just like that without any question.

I actually also have to confess... I fucked (y/n) not once, but twice that night. First in the throat and then in her slamming pussy.

I'm still surprised how Hobi didn't wake up from the deafening sounds of (y/n) choking and gagging on my bulging boner as I fucked her throat hoarse just outside of their bedroom, her ass up in the air while she bent over my thighs on the couch and coughed out streams of glimmering spit on my already slippery cock to get it even more wet. The way she animalistically jerked her head up and down on my dick, which had became so damn rigid and veiny from how fast she was sucking me off... Ugh, that was so sexy and I've never been satisfied like that ever. God, I'd do just anything to feel her wind pipe tightening up around my length before I shoot my load of cum straight onto that squishy pink tongue of hers.

Fuck, I also have to admit that I've been masturbating every single day since to the mental visual of (y/n) riding my cock reverse cowgirl style like she'd done so beautifully that night, her butt cheeks shamelessly slapping against my thighs while her ear splitting moans got me off even more than I'd expected. I just laid on the couch like a king on my throne while she did all of the work and her boyfriend slept peacefully just a few feet away (So sorry Hobi). I can't even properly describe in words the high I experienced when I felt her slick walls clenching narrower as she hopped on my cock and used me to reach her orgasm, her cries of joy so loud while I kept thrusting her g-spot that I had to stuff her own lace panties into her mouth to stop her man from waking up and killing me.

Hobah... I hope you're not reading this, but if you are, please forgive me. Let's maybe double team on her to clear the air since (y/n)'s a cheating slut anyways.

a/n ♡

i imagined yoongi being a bad boy, but not intentionally or forcefully, almost like his mysterious vibe just naturally seduces (y/n). and since he's close to hobi irl, it prob makes the most sense that hobi's gf is the one he hooks up with.

— the self praise: affirming he knows how to read women, calling his dick mind blowing, listening to his own music. he's known to flaunt about his accomplishments in his songs so naturally that would transcend into his personal writing too

— the straightforward and blunt remarks: the members have said he keeps things real while talking with them in a "no bullshit" attitude

— dry humor: mentioning being called a grandpa but his clean comeback to that, namjoon "yapping in his ear" but his accurate analysis of the friend group's messed up sexual dynamic. the language he uses is sarcastic and fitting to his darker side

— being in touch with his feelings: his zodiac sign is pisces and they're hailed at being in tune with their emotions. he describes his irritability, thrill, nervousness, excitement, guilt, etc. all in detail

— him affectionally using nicknames for the boys like "hobah" and "namjoonie"

[kriskalutz]

Duncan: I guess that's life. People change, fall in love, have babies-

Mauve: Ugh, don't remind me.

Duncan: ...You literally have the Nurturing trait.

Mauve: I'm still asexual! Just cause I want kids doesn't mean I want to... actually make kids. You know?

Duncan: Oh no. I get that entirely. Like in order to even do that you'd... have to your clothes off and... I don't know if I could comfortable do that around anyone.

Mauve: Oh yeah. You're a gymnophobe.

Duncan: Haha yeah. The Never Nude of Starlight High. Even using the public restroom stresses me out, let alone any of... that.

Mauve: I swear you're the only one who gets me. I'm so tired of all our friends gushing about how much they loooove their boyfriends or girlfriends and boasting about their wild makeout sessions or... whatever weird Woohoo things they've got going on. I hate it!

Duncan: Yeah I'm not big into it either. Though I think our reasons for hating it are a bit different...

Mauve: What do you mean?

Duncan: ...I still want to be in a relationship with someone? I want someone I could hold hands with and kiss and stay with for the rest of my life. But like... who'd want to be with a guy whose terrified of undressing in front of their partner? Woohoo is terrifying for me!

Mauve: Oh...

Mauve: Yeah I guess we're both kinda doomed in the relationship department huh.

Duncan: ...Yeah. I guess so.

[rjalker]

So many people are responding to posts like this, about how ridiculously easy it would be to remove the casual exorsexism from The Murderbot Diaries, with endless variations upon the following:

well I don't care if I get misgendered

I don't care what pronouns people use for me

I don't care strongly about my gender at all

I'm fine with being misgendered it doesn't bother me

I think asking for pronouns is cringey

not everything has to be perfect representation you know

I have no preference for pronouns

asking people for their pronouns is demanding too much attention

real nonbinary people don't actually want people to ask for their pronouns

real nonbinary people want to be the third gender in a universal gender trinary

It literally would not be a detriment for these people at all for the casual exorsexism and transmisia to be removed from this series, but because it doesn't negatively impact them personally, they think improving it is a waste of time.

The same way cis men, who would not be inconvenienced at all by pads and tampons being provided for free at public restrooms, think it's worse than useless because it doesn't benefit them personally, even though it also doesn't hurt them, and would blatantly improve things for many, many people.

"This change wouldn't hurt or inconvenience me in any way, or even bother me, and it would improve things for many other people, but it doesn't benefit me personally, so I think it's worse than uesless and we shouldn't do it and I will fight to prevent it from happening." is the most fucking selfish mindset you can have, yet so many fucking people swear by it.

Here’s how to make The Murderbot Diaries 80% less casually transmisic, for each book and short story published so far as of January 25th, 2023. (Main books 1-6, and 2 short stories)

This post will be updated to include any future books once I've read them.

Here is an archived version of this post in case the read-more ever breaks for some stupid reason.

(If this is the first post of mine you're seeing and you're thinking, aghast or maybe offended, "What??? The Murderbot Diaries is transmisic????? What are you talking about????" Here's a link to my tag for reading these books. It contains all my posts I've made about the series except for a few random unimportant ones. Skim through them until you come to the ones talking about the transmisia in the series. I'll add links to this post with the important ones tomorrow.)

This post is literally just me picking out a section from each book and adding in things to explicitly establish Murderbot’s pronouns, normalize the characters asking eachother what their pronouns are/listing them in their fucking brainchip social media profiles, and maybe even more importantly, making it so that sex is not equated with gender.

I'm trying not to make this post any longer than it already is, so here's the tiny version: Murderbot and all the other bots and constructs so far being agender because they're all robots (shut up if you're going to argue semantics) who don't have genitals is transmisic. There only being one explicitly nonbinary human so far is transmisic. Go search my blog for a more in-depth explanation or wait until I've added links to this.

Dialogue that was spoken though the feed is marked with :: as quotation marks, rather than being italicized, to make it easier to read.

Anyways as a reminder, even if it's not intentional, malicious transmisia, it's still transmisia. I like Martha Well's style of writing. But it has a lot of problems that I'm hoping she'll fix.

She especially has a problem with biological essentialism and gender essentialism, which is exemplified in her The Books of The Raksura.

So to demonstrate how Literally Easy it would be to fix most of the transmisia in The Murderbot Diaries, here's some sections from each book/short story where I've added in and changed things so that it's not transmisic and actually represents the way trans people (and their allies) live and interact.

also, when the characters ask what pronouns Murderbot would prefer rather than asking what its pronouns are, that is 100% intentional to fit the theme of this post. Which is that even people who have the best intentions can be unintentionally transmisic and that everyone always has room to learn more.

So.

Here you go:

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Prequel: The Future of Work: Compulsory

Words added: 150.

(You can read this short story here. Archived version here. Just the text can be found on a tumblr post here. Be warned that the first two links have eye-straining neon art at the top that moves, which is why I made the tumblr post.) 

Asa took her arm gently. “They can’t talk,” he told her.

She shook her head as her friends steered her toward the access bridge. “No, it talked. I heard it.”

That still came as a pleasant surprise every time it happened. 

The Company had assigned me different pronouns when I was constructed, and I’d always hated them. And I hated the gender they’d assigned me, too. So the second thing I’d done after hacking my governer module (the first was downloading media) was hack into the Company’s systems to change my pronoun and gender assignments.

Now, my pronouns were listed as it/its/itself, and my gender was listed as “indeterminate”. None of the humans got paid enough to bother memorizing our assigned pronouns or genders, so none of them had noticed the change. And every time they rented me out, the humans doing the renting got a copy of my relevant info, including my assigned gender and pronouns.

Maybe someday the euphoria of being referred to the way I enjoyed would dissipate, but apparently that day was not today.

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Book one: All Systems Red

Words added: 79

Then Mensah said quietly, “SecUnit, do you have a name? Pronouns you would prefer?”

 "My pronouns are what was listed on my contract when you rented me." I said, "It, its, itself."

I didn't explain how I'd gotten those pronouns. They didn't need to know that I'd hacked into the Company's system to overwrite the ones I'd originally been assigned. I'd changed my gender assignment at the same time. And they didn't need to know that either. I didn't want them to know that.

As for having a name, I wasn’t sure what she wanted. “No.”

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Book two: Artificial Condition

Words added: 22

They had listed themselves as unaffiliated guest workers, but you could list yourself as anything, there was no identity check. Two had listed their gender as female, and they both used she/her/hers/herself pronouns. The other one had listed ter gender as tercera, which was a gender signifier used in the group of non-corporate political entities known as the Divarti Cluster. Ter pronouns were te/ter/ter/terself.

(To initiate the meeting, I’d had to make an entry on the social feed, too. The system was extremely vulnerable to hacking, so I had backdated my entry to look like I had come in on an earlier passenger transport, listed my job as “security consultant,” my pronouns as "it/its/itself", which was the format humans used, and listed my gender as "indeterminate". Posing as its own captain, ART gave me a prior employment reference.)

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Book three: Rogue Protocol

Words added: 135

Her gaze went to Wilken’s back again, but on our private channel she said, ::I’ve never worked with a SecUnit before—I’ve never seen or interacted with a SecUnit before—so please tell me if you need any information or instruction from me. I know you already know my name, but I’m going to introduce myself properly anyways. My name is Don Abene, and my pronouns are she/her/hers/herself. You can call me Abene if you'd like. Do you have a name, or designation? What pronouns would you prefer?::

While I’d had several humans now ask me for my name and pronouns, I had never had a human ask me how to give me orders before. It was an interesting novelty. ::I have standing orders from Rin to assist you. I can do the rest.:: I said, answering the first part of her question, as for the second half... ::It is best if you refer to me as SecUnit, and my pronouns are it/its/itself.:: It wasn’t technically lying, since she’d asked ‘do you have a name’, not ‘what is your name’.

Not that it would matter if I was lying, anyways, considering all the other lies I was telling at the point, but still. Old habits die hard.

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Book four: Exit Strategy

Words added: 36

I pulled a selection of video from the trip with Ayres and the others on the way to HaveRatton, mostly exchanges I’d tagged so I could critique my performance later. (A few times I’d broken up fights, been forced to give relationship advice, the infamous Cracker Wrapper in the Sink Incident, and the time near the start of the trip where I’d had to explain to a confused but enthusiastic group of depressingly young humans how to properly use it/its/itself pronouns when talking about me.) I cut it together, labeled it “Murderbot Impersonates an Augmented Human Security Consultant,” and sent it to Gurathin.

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Book four and a half: Home: Habitat, Range, Niche, Territory

Words added: 347

(You can read this short story here. Archived version here. Don’t scroll down to the comments at the bottom unless you want to see people misgendering Murderbot.)

Instead Ephraim asks her, “Can you separate that person from the purpose they were created for?”

Anger flares automatically, despite her best efforts to stifle it. But this is not an insult she will let stand, she can’t.

Ephraim should know better. He does know better, and his motive is clear: Refer to it as ‘they’ rather than its actual pronouns, to make a show of being respectful, the way this whole thing is a show of him being respectful, while denying it the same rights that every other person, including bots, was given without question. It was a transparent farce, and that just made her all the madder.

“Its pronouns are it/its/itself.” She snapped, and the only reason she managed to stay seated instead of storming out of the room in a fury was because SecUnit was still pinging her with armament request forms, getting more absurd by the second. None of its anger leaked into the messages, even though she knew it had to be listening. She wasn’t the one being insulted, so that meant it was her responsibility to shut the idea that this was at all acceptable down forever.

She continued angrily, “You know this, and I know you wouldn’t even think to use the wrong pronouns for anyone else, not a human, not a bot. So why should a construct be the exception? You say SecUnit is ‘a product of surveillance capitalism and authoritarian enforcement’, but how is that any different from any other refugees we take in from the Corporation Rim? Why should we not extend the same rights we grant bots to constructs? Why do you think it’s okay to use the wrong pronouns for a construct when I know for a fact that it wouldn’t even occur to you to do this to any other person? Use its correct pronouns or do not dare to speak about it at all: it/its/itself.”

Ephraim, for his part, looked suitably ashamed and guilty. “You’re right, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”

But not ashamed enough, apparently, because he simply repeated the question: “Can you separate that person from the purpose it was created for?”

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Book five: Network Effect

Words added: 494

There was no planetary feed (stupid planet) but Stupid Boat had its own rudimentary feed that was heavy with games and pornography but light on anything that might be helpful for a security assessment, like who these people were and what they wanted. Even the individual humans’ feed signatures only contained info about their pronouns and sexual availability, which I didn’t give a damn about. 

...

She smiled. “Thank you.” Then she added, “Oh, I’m sorry, I’m being rude, interrogating you before I’ve even introduced myself. Forgive me. My name is Farai, my pronouns are she/her/her/hers. What about you?”

I said, “Call me SecUnit. My pronouns are it/its/itself.”

She smiled again. “It’s nice to meet you, SecUnit. Thank you again.”

...

She yawned. “Okay, third mom.” I froze, confused and annoyed, and almost lost all the data I'd just finished tagging. I put that on pause and said firmly, "I'm not your third mom. I'm not anyone's mom. I'm not any kind of gender that can be called a mom. Don't call me that." Amena jolted a little and blinked, looking startled, then frowned, shaking her head slowly, clearly confused. "Wait, what? Don't call you what? What did I say?" Okay, so, she hadn't been deep in thought, she was literally falling asleep standing up. That made it a little less annoying. But only a little. "You called me your third mom." I said, trying to actively remove some of the anger from my voice but probably failing miserably. My emotions were shot, okay? And so were hers. I got confirmation that she hadn't meant to call me that when, a few seconds after I spoke--yes, it was taking way longer than normal for her to process information. She really needed to go to sleep--her eye got wide and her face flushed red. I didn't need to be an expert on human body language to know that meant she was embarrassed. This was further confirmed when she stammered out, "I--I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I don't--I mean I don't really see you as my third mom, or a mom, or--" She waved one hand in a frantic gesture. "I don't see you as any gender that's normally a mom. I know your gender is indeterminate, I'm sorry, I think I just fell asleep and was half dreaming, so when you told me to go to bed I thought 'oh that's what my moms are always telling me', but your voice was different from both of theirs so my brain sort of just said 'oh yeah that's your third mom telling you to go to sleep'. But it's not because I see you as a mom! I think I would have called anyone who told me to go to bed right then my third mom. But I'm really sorry it happened, and I promise it won't happen again..." Her voice started trailing off at the end despite starting out strong, and I could tell she was starting to fall asleep again. "I forgive you." I said, since it was true and I really didn't want to hurt her feelings, "Just--go to sleep. It's harder to keep you alive if you're sleep deprived." Instead of making another gendered comment, she gave me two sleepy thumbs up, then turned and trudged away down the corridor. I followed her with two drones, just in case.

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Book six: Fugitive Telemetry

Words added: 5

Senior Indah said, “The feed ID doesn’t need to say anything other than what everyone else’s says, just name, pronouns, and…” She trailed off. She was looking at me and I was looking at her.

...

I posted a feed ID with the name = SecUnit, pronouns = it/its/itself, gender = not applicable, and no other information.

Indah had blinked, then said, “Well, I suppose that will have to do.”

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And there you go. 80% of the transmisia has now been removed.

[stunudo]

In America, sex is an obsession, in other parts of the world it’s a fact.

Marlene Dietrich

The Legs Aren’t So

Featuring: Hotch x Female Reader

Warnings: Happy Smut-urday! Okay, this is my last public place smut for a while, I swear! Awkwardness.

Aaron Hotchner had been over Beth for long enough, too long really. He was just lonely, despite Rossi’s best efforts at setting him up. After a quiet three hours on the jet; he gave in and decided to contact Y/N. She had expressed interest in grabbing drinks sometime. Besides he had a kid-free three days with Jack at boy scout camp.

You glanced at the screen of your phone, “HOTCH” was the one surprisingly calling you on a Friday night. You sighed, assuming it was work related. Aaron didn’t really seem like the one to follow up on some easy flirtations. “Y/L/N, whatcha need Hotchner?”

“Alcohol,” He nearly laughed, “and perhaps some conversation.”

“Well, well, I’ll be damned. Hotch is going to let his hair down.” You teased.

“Just promise me you’ll hold my hair back if I get out of control?” The man’s voice alone could send shivers down your spine. When he actually used his razor wit for fun instead of work? There was much more tingling.

“Always, where should I meet you?” You checked the time, still early enough to grab an Uber without an insane surcharge.

“How about that piano bar on sixth?” He offered. “See you in an hour?”

“Piano bar? Sounds fun.” Reid overheard Hotch’s phone call.

“Yes, I could use a drink!” Emily agreed. Suddenly the entire team (minus JJ) was joining in on Hotch’s date. He couldn’t get a word in. Maybe he should cancel? Or at least warn her. As he walked down the stairs, he sent a text to prepare Y/L/N for the onslaught of BAU banter.

He smirked at the thought of his team’s insistence of sticking together even after hours. They were a good bunch and he was determined to not let them stop him tonight. Y/N Y/L/N was smart and extremely attractive, even to the hardened agents’ eyes. Those eyes were on the prize tonight, set somewhere between Y/N’s thighs…

You didn’t mind mixing work with pleasure. You were all adults and it was the weekend. Might as well have a few drinks with well-vetted company. The tech girl was the only one at the table when you walked in, but she remembered you so you felt instantly welcomed. You bought the first round, waiting for the air travelers return.

“How’ve you been doing, Penelope?” You asked, being polite.

“Me?!” Garcia stammered around her straw. “Good! Well, fine really. How, how about you?”

The awkwardness ended the second his dark eyes fell on you. You smiled, his face sly. “Garcia, I hope you have kept Y/L/N entertained?” Aaron said, leaning into to kiss your cheek. You gently held his stubble covered face in reciprocation.

“Sir?” Garcia’s eyes darted around to the suddenly arrived team. “I, uh, so I mean…”

“Aaron, be nice. Penelope was a doll as always.” You leaned over and patted her forearm, reassuringly. The team got drinks and started to release the tension of their latest case with anecdotes and past faux pas. This group was a trip! You had to wipe away tears of laughter on more than one occasion.

Aaron sat beside you, keeping his strong hand on your clothed thigh the whole night. It was during one of Rossi’s stories that you had to take off your cardigan from the heat. Aaron helped you out of it and laid it on the back of your chair. The silk camisole you wore beneath caught his eyes. You side-eyed him and wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. He nearly laughed, returning his attention back to the Italian across the table. His palm inched up your thigh slowly.

The anticipation of the remainder of the evening started to build on the warmth from the alcohol. You slowly opened your thighs, letting your ankles hook around the feet of your chair. His sure hand continued to slide between your legs. Unable to reach his lap without the entire table noticing, you lifted your hand up to rest on the back of his chair. The team knew who you were here for, no use hiding comfortable affection.

Hotch’s phone chirped, interrupting your pleasure. He stepped away from the ruckus of the group. You watched as he headed toward the door. There was a lull in the conversation, so you excused yourself to the restroom. You caught his devilish eye, just as you entered the ladies’ room.

Once he was off the phone, he bypassed the team and took the long way to the quiet hallway housing the restrooms, an actual payphone and the kitchen entrance. You had left your stall unlocked, in anticipation. Once you saw his polished shoes, you let the door swing widely. The amused look he gave you when he turned around, locking the door, made you smirk.

You held your fingertip to his lips, shaking your head at both of your deviousness. He kept his eyes on yours as he carefully opened his mouth, licking the tip of your finger, then pulling it softly between his teeth. His hands were already at his belt when you claimed his sassy mouth. Why had you worn pants out? You regretted the poor choice now.

As you slid your pants down to your ankles, you spun, giving him the easiest access in the limited space. The smell of your arousal greeted you as his strong hands removed your damp panties next. Your fingers gripped the top of the stall, as he bent his legs at an extreme angle to get behind and beneath your entrance. One of his hands was braced against the door while the other held you in place. He was trying so hard to be quiet, but as he entered your core, you both groaned.

You pushed back on to his length, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of you. The door to the restroom opened and a set of clipping footsteps fell upon the stylish tile. You both froze. Trying to breathe as calmly as possible. The lack of motion sent your walls clamping down along Aaron. The heels made their way to the row of stalls, a slight squeal came from the unsuspecting woman on the other side of the door. She quickly scampered out of the room in alarm.

Penelope didn’t quite know what to do with what she had just witnessed. She also really had to pee. After three martinis and a shared appetizer, she had been holding it until she absolutely had to go. She spun and tried the men’s room, she was that desperate. Luckily there was just one guy washing his hands and she scooted passed him without an upwards glance.

After completing her business, she naturally walked passed a pissing Reid at the urinal. He was completely caught off guard. He actually had to stop himself spinning around. “Garcia?”

She just washed her hands, keeping her head down. In complete silence she left the men’s room and returned to the table of joking agents. Spencer had caught up to the catatonic analyst. “Garcia, why were you in the men’s room?!” Reid demanded, as the whole team paused and stared.

Garcia finally looked up and sighed. “Because the women’s room, it, um.” She didn’t know what exactly she was going to say. “The legs, there were two sets of legs in one of the stalls.” She found Rossi’s knowing look across the table. Everyone looked around at the empty seats before them. The laughter burst through the quiet space, gaining the large group stares and whispers from waitresses and bartenders alike.

As the door closed once more, you both exhaled in relief. Returning to business at hand, you pulled his grip from your abdomen to your right breast. Wanting more sensation, more of him. He grunted and began thrusting into you again, causing you to hum in pleasure. His phone chirped again. He actually answered it, leaving your breast unattended once again. That fucking workaholic answered the phone while he was balls deep in your vag.

“Aaron Hotchner, you bastard!” You whispered at him, pushing back on to his cock with all the strength you had. His back was now flush with the other wall of the stall. His eyes alight with the taboo he was choosing.

“This is Hotch.” He answered. His hand found the back of your neck, pushing you into a right angle. You bent further, grabbing your ankles as he continued to fuck you senseless. “Thanks, Rossi, I’m just about done on the other line. I’ll be right back. No matter how drunk she is, Prentiss is not paying the bill. Thanks Dave.”

The call ended, he slid the phone back into his jacket pocket. His newly free hand reached around your thigh, finding your sensitive clit. “Sorry about that, pet.” You squirmed as he expertly drew the pleasure from that tiny bundle of nerves. His rhythm increased, his belt scraping against the stone floor. As your core began to tighten with your incoming orgasm, Hotch removed his hand. You whined at the denial of your pleasure.

“I need to watch you come.” He huffed. Slowly he slid out of you. On shaking legs, you stood. His hands quickly found your sides, gently spinning you. His strong arms lifted you up, pressing your back onto the door of the stall. You held the coat hook for balance as you looped your long legs around his waist.

Hotch’s dark eyes were surprisingly soft now, he waited for you to nod before he slid inside you once more. Your eyes closed at the pain and pleasure of sliding down onto him. He started rocking into you once more, the door’s hinges rattled in protest from the force. Once he was satisfied with the momentum, he carefully slipped a hand down between your lips. You whimpered against the sudden stimulation.

You held his face in your free hand, wanting him to know how he was pleasing you. Your nails dug into his neck as your climax attacked your center. You called out a reverberating “Fuck!”. Aaron increased his thrusts, bursting the cheap lock from the door frame, sending you both into the shared part of the women’s room. You felt his seed fill you as you gasped at the shock of being out in the open.

You clung to his neck to keep from falling to the floor. He chuckled into your collar. He turned you both around, lending his back to be a lock enough while you got redressed. Once you were steady on your feet, he pulled you in for a fierce kiss.  “Y/N?” Hotch murmured. “Let’s just ditch the team? I can get us outside without them even noticing.”

You looked at him with suspicious eyes. “Nuh-uh, Hotch. I still have half a drink. I am going to go finish it. Whether you join me AND the team or not.” You poked his nose and left him standing in the women’s room.

@dontshootmespence @hotchnerfuckmeup @reidsexualwriting

[sparklingchim]

oops..; m | jjk

pairing: jungkook x reader

word count: 2.2k

rating: 18+

genre: smut, idol!au, secret relationship, established relationship

warnings: quickie, koo is a needy boy, sex in a public bathroom stall, unprotected sex, clit play, spit kink, tattoo kink?, finger sucking, choking, getting caught by paparazzi, mentions of handcuffing, blowjob, cum swallowing, groping

summary: a quickie in the airport restroom was all it was supposed to be - not suddenly the whole world finding out about your secret relationship with jungkook.

a/n: the title is so ingenious isn't it😌😌 this is literally just an excuse to write something about jk in his cool airport fashion looks hehe

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,,You're acting like a hormonal teenager."

Despite your complains you allow Jungkook to drag you to the restrooms.

,,I swear we'll be quick."

,,Can't you wait till we get home?"

,,You're teasing me since this morning and dare to ask that question?"

You frown. You're only able to recall how you scolded him this whole morning because his clothes were all over your hotel room and he was being way too slow with packing his things, despite having to leave in an hour.

,,I've never teased you."

Jungkook turns his head to look back at you, you can't see his whole face due to the bucket head and black mask covering it, but you bet he's arching his newly pierced eyebrow right now.

He knows you too well to quickly realise that the clueless look on your face is genuine and that you aren't messing around with him - you are actually oblivious to the things you did this morning, very much to his wonder.

,,Doesn't matter, right now I just wanna feel your tight pussy around my cock."

,,What if there are people?"

,,Wait here and I'll check if someone's there. If I don't come out within 10 seconds you can come inside too," Jungkook tells you, letting go of your hand and entering the men's restroom.

With vigilant eyes you observe your surroundings. Trying to look casual and insouciant. Perhaps it's a little too much, there are barely any people at the airport at this early hour. Just a few people strolling around, far away.

You wait a bit longer than ten seconds, but when you're sure that Jungkook would have returned if there were any people in, you enter the restroom as well.

Before you are able to say something about the fancy facility, Jungkook captures your lips in a hungry kiss as he pushes his face mask down his face.

He sighs while moving his lips passionately against yours. Hands on your hips, he directs you to a bathroom stall, knocking the door open with his foot.

He carelessly throws his big backpack on the floor, pressing you against the wall.

With the door locked, his hands start roaming over your curves and swells. He gives your butt a good squeeze, trailing his hands up your hips to your heavy breasts.

,,You drive me crazy," he murmurs between kisses placed on your décolleté.

,,You're wearing way too many layers," you huff as you examine Jungkook's upper body, trying to tug his black jacket down.

,,We don't need to take off our clothes, baby." Kissing up your neck he's back at the sweet spot just under your earlobe.

,,Please?" you plead, tempting him by reaching your hand under his clothes and skimming over his abs. ,,Wanna see your tattoos."

He chuckles. Jungkook can't forbid it when you bat your eyelashes at him that cute way, so he shimmies his jacket off his shoulders and you help him getting out of his pullover.

,,C'mere," he says as soon as his clothes are thrown on top of his backpack.

Hoisting your body off the ground you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist.

One greedy hand is situated between your legs, one smooth motion and your panties are flicked aside, digits roaming over your dripping pussy.

,,My girl's so wet," Jungkook hums. A sweep over your swollen clit and you're already uttering a whimper. He grins. ,,Like that?"

,,Jungkook," you scold, though you have to admit that it sounds more like a whine. ,,Don't tease. Make this fast. You promised."

With your reminder, he pulls his black cargo pants down together with his briefs till his cock springs out.

You're stunned at his hard-on, the tip leaking with precum already.

,,I want you so badly," he mumbles, smooching your face.

You titter. ,,The times at the resort weren't enough for you?" You already lost count of how many times he fucked you by the time you went to sleep the first day. You believe that there's no surface left in the room that Jungkook didn't bend you over to claim what's his.

,,I could never get enough of you," he admits, biting the flesh above your collarbone.

And with that, Jungkook slides inside of you, the stretch of his girth a pleasant feeling that you welcome. Wholly tucked inside your heat he meets the beginning of your cervix, and without having to move you are already a whiny mess for him.

,,Baby," he whispers with a cautionary undertone, a hint of amusement at your reaction portrayed in the curve of his lips.

You stare at him, innocently, fingers cramping at his biceps when he slowly rolls his hips into you.

,,Can you keep quiet for me? Hm? Can you do that?"

Honestly, you're not sure.

,,Dunno," you reply, fingers gripping at his burly arms as he sets a fast pace, both of your bodies colliding with each snap of his hips.

And because Jungkook sees the exact moment when he adjust you on his hips, his cock reaching that spot inside you and as your twisted face prepares to utter a loud moan, he takes the opportunity to plunge two of his fingers inside your mouth. You immediately close your mouth around him, sucking on his digits like the obedient girl you are.

Now moans muffled and keeping this as 'quiet' as possible, Jungkook thrusts faster inside. He heaves a few strained grunts, the tightness of your pussy leaving him no option for complete silence.

Seeing his bare, tattooed arm while he rams inside you is somehow enkindling the burning knot in your stomach. Every new tattoo he adds on his arm is making him more desirable. And now with the new eyebrow piercing you've finally lost everything. He was effortlessly handsome and hot before all of this, but now with these added details it's just another perk for your sly eyes.

Pulling his fingers from your mouth he puts them inside his, this simple action making your walls quiver in glee. After sucking your saliva off his fingers, his lips move to your neck and he plants butterfly kisses all over your skin. When his hands sneak under your pullover - which actually belongs to him - he halts in his movements, pinching his brows as he leans back with his head.

,,Where's your bra?"

,,Took it off."

You throw your arms around his neck, wanting to pull him back to your mouth, but he resists.

,,You wore that sexy bra this whole morning, teasing me with walking around in that matching set, just to take it off again?" He is surprised that he didn't even see when you took that damn thing off. The way it made your perky breasts squish together is still clearly rooted in his mind.

,,I didn't tease you."

,,You don't consider constantly bending down in front of me in sexy lingerie as teasing?"

He thrusts his cock back inside, going deeper and harder. You mewl, shaking your head. ,,I was just packing the last few things in our suitcases."

,,Wanted to throw you on the bed and fuck your brains out so badly." Tattooed fingers enclose your throat, putting pressure on the sides.

More juice gushes from your hole, the wet noises reverberating around the empty room increasing.

,,You're-" His cockhead nudging your cervix every time he lunges forward is stealing all your functioning brain cells and squashes them into a mass of nothingness, leaving your fighting with the sentences you want so say. ,,You're doing a pretty good job succeeding in that right now."

Having to hold back loud moans that are waiting to spill from you on the tip of your tongue is hard, but watching Jungkook in his determined, fucked out state, pumping his dick into you with precise thrusts makes you sink your teeth into your lips, almost drawing blood.

,,Yeah? You like the way my cock splits you open?"

You nod promptly. Nails dig into his shoulders. He furrows his brows and you follow the way his piercing moves along, the two little silver balls twinkling under the bright lights of the room.

,,Wanted to fuck you in that sexy outfit," Jungkook pants, pace quickening when he imagines drilling your cock into you while you are wearing the lingerie again.

,,When we get home - oh god - when we get home you can," you promise.

,,Want to cuff your hands too."

Your eyes roll back. Walls fluttering around his thick girth. ,,Everything you want."

,,Good little slut," he groans, cock twitching within your tight grasp. ,,You're close?"

You can barely nod, eyebrows pinched when the hand from your throat sneaks down and rubs your clit in precise movements.

,,Jungkook." Moaning his name, your head falls back and he can't dismiss the chance to create pink and purple marks on your skin.

With Jungkook all over you and his cock thrusting inside in rigid drags, the tight knot in your stomach bursts in a sudden sensation, pleasure filling every part of your body.

Somehow managing to draw him even closer to you, you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck and bite down his skin to mute the moan that nearly fled your mouth.

,,Good girl," he coos, fingers combing through your hair in reassurance.

Jungkook holds you close to him as he drills his throbbing cock inside your clenching cunt, your essence painting his length in white stripes every time he pulls his cock back out.

,,Can I cum inside?"

Pondering about his questions for a second you answer, ,,Let's not make a mess." You slide your fingers down his buff arms. ,, Cum inside my mouth?"

Jungkook immediately pulls out of you, hand stroking his cock briskly.

,,Then get on your knees, now." Voice strained from his nearing high he pushes your shoulder down, prompting you to kneel in front of him.

Taking his cock between your lips, you focus on moving up and down his length. Jungkook groans at the feeling of your mouth around him, hand absentmindedly reaching behind your head, but not pushing you further down.

,,Just the tip, baby - fuck, yes - just like that."

Sucking on his tip and looking up at him with doe eyes you feel your mouth salivating at the thought of swallowing his cum.

Not long after that, Jungkook bursts hot white fluid down your throat and you swallow every drop of it. Giving him a few final strokes with your mouth before you withdraw with a lewd plop.

Both of you are panting, Jungkook's chest heavily rising up and down as his cock softens. He pulls you in for a kiss. Your heart swells at his tenderness.

While still calming down from your orgasms you don't have much time to bask in the afterglow. You tuck your panties in place and walk out of the stall to fix your hair. Jungkook stays behind, throwing his clothes over his body.

,,My hair looks like a nest," you mumble as you struggle to brush your fingers through the back of your head. Being pressed against the bathroom stall with your hair constantly rubbing against it through Jungkook bouncing you on his dick hasn't been benevolent to your hair.

While strolling towards you Jungkook gives your butt a playful smack before pecking your cheek.

,,We should probably leave before someone comes in," you say, looking at him through the mirror. His cheeks are painted in a slight flush, the sparks of his high still depicted on his face. It's adorable.

Jungkook nods, though he's making no effort in actually carrying it out.

,,Want some chapstick?" he asks, pulling out a strawberry flavoured.

You turn your head to him and he finely coats your lips in a thin layer of chapstick. Watching him being so concentrated at his task makes you nearly coo and smooch his nose.

After putting some of the chapstick on his lips too he throws his bag over his shoulder.

,,Ready to go?"

,,Shouldn't we leave separately? I don't want anyone to see us coming out of the restroom together," you answer.

,,Nah, we should be fine. There's no one out there."

But oh boy, how wrong he was.

As soon as Jungkook opens the door, both your hands intertwined, you are surprised by flashing lights and a horde of people standing - waiting - all around the entrance of the men's restroom.

Escaping the blinding light by hiding behind Jungkook you screw your eyes shut. The distinct sounds of people taking countless of pictures of you get muted once Jungkook awakens from his shock-induced paralysis and shuts the door close.

,,Shit," he curses under his breath.

You're shocked. Unable to say anything.

,,D-did they-" You point at yourself, mouth hanging open.

,,They...saw you too, yes." He talks slow, like he also can't grasp what just happened.

The way he torn up the door and practically presented you two to the whole mob of people standing outside could be comical if it wasn't for the burden you know will follow after this event.

,,Wait, do I still look freshly fucked?" you say, disquietingly brushing your fingers through your hair as you look into the mirror next to you.

,,I mean, what else is there to assume if we both come out of an empty bathroom?"

,,Oh, you're...right..." The position you're both in is way too suspicious, you come to realise. Puffing, you turn to him, scanning his face for help or advice for what you should do now.

,,I have a plan."

You perk at that. Brows lifted and await his explanation.

Jungkook holds out his hand for you.

,,Let's run."

[bangtanintotheroom]

Hello lovely! Congrats on your milestone, this drabble idea is so cool! If there is still a free spot, can I request umm...

“quick, kiss me!” + “do that again.” with Jimin and f reader? maybe a childhood friends 2 lovers au? 👉👈 I love your blog!!!! 😍

(if there's no more spots don't worry about it! Please ignore me!)

Mindyyyy 😚 you made it just in time, you got the last spot!

• Pairing: Jimin x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Childhood Friends to Lovers, Angst, Fluff, Smut

• Rating: 18+

• Words: 8k

• Summary: Your best friend has watched over the years as you’ve loved and gotten your heart broken numerous times, leaving him to pick up the pieces. But now he doesn’t know how much longer he can watch you love someone else that wasn’t him…

• Prompt(s): #17 (fluff) “Quick, kiss me!”, #3 (smut) “Do that again.”

• Warnings/themes: Alexa, play “U Got It Bad”, Jimin being an absolute sweetheart, pining, swearing, drinking, reader’s ex-boyfriend is a real asshole, Tae and JK interrogate the hell out of Jimin, reader ends up hiding in a public restroom, fake kissing (or is it?), love confessions, dry humping, implied love-making, SO MUCH FLUFF ☁️

• Notes: This was not supposed to be this long AT ALL, but I got in my damn feelings for these two and I, UGH 🤧 I guess you can’t call this a drabble anymore though lol I’m such a sucker for friends to lovers so thank you for requesting this @parkdatjimin! 💕 Crossposted to AO3 as well.

There were so many things Jimin loved about you.

Your hair. Your smile. Your outfits. Your sound of glee you made whenever something went your way. The list goes on.

But one thing he couldn’t love was your taste in men.

He could never figure out why you went for those who were the complete opposite of you. 

Inconsiderate. Self-centered. Unreliable. Inattentive. The list goes on.

Every time you showed up at his house with red-rimmed eyes, he was there to pull you inside and shower you with cuddles and soft reassurances until that lovely smile of yours returned. Some times were tougher than the others, where these sessions would take days before that storm cloud above your head broke. 

This last time was one of them.

Your asshole of an ex (Jung-ho? Jae-woo? Whatever, he didn’t give a fuck) had to be the worst of them all over the years.

The prick had somehow convinced you to let him move in after just seven months of dating, citing that his lease was almost up and he felt that things were getting serious between the two of you. Of course you believed him, stars in your eyes as you gave him the copy of your apartment keys. Things seemed smooth for a couple of months until one day you had called Jimin. He could tell from the tone of your voice that something was horribly wrong and was ready to book it to your place until you told him to meet you at the nearest park instead. He threw on his shoes and ran down there immediately, even though he figured it would take you at least fifteen minutes to show up from your apartment. You showed up just in time but there were no tears in your eyes or sobs stuck in your throat. Instead, the color looked like it had drained from your face. Jimin quickly sat down with you when he saw your legs start to wobble.

He never expected you to tell him that you were on the verge of eviction. How could that have happened? You were always so diligent when it came to paying your bills.

But it wasn’t your fault at all, it was your damn boyfriend’s.

He had thrown some crazy party while you were out of town for the weekend which led to major noise complaints from multiple neighbors. You were none the wiser when you returned until your landlord showed up at your door to yell at you. He didn’t even try to hear your attempts to defend yourself before shoving a notice in your hands, the bright red stamp on top nearly making your heart stop. And to top it off, your boyfriend merely shrugged when you confronted him on what he did, saying that he didn’t think they were that loud.

You weren’t the type to get angry easily but you saw red. All you could remember was screaming multiple insults with scattered swears before storming out in your bedroom slippers, keys and phone  clutched tight in your hand. And that was when Jimin had gotten that phone call.

He had to watch with a heavy heart as you broke down into sobs in his arms, lamenting that you had nowhere to go now, your parents too far for you to stay with and no relatives nearby either. You couldn’t afford to find another place in the neighborhood either, the rent too high compared to what you were used to. There were places that were affordable but the areas were not exactly safe for a young woman. Jimin had scrambled for solutions until an idea had formed. But before the rational part of his mind could tell him no, it expelled from his mouth like word vomit.

Come live with me.

He did his best to keep his eyes on yours as you looked at him with shock, even though his face was on fire with embarrassment. He tried to cover himself by saying that it made sense and he was sure Taehyung and Jungkook wouldn’t mind if you stayed with them for a while. All you had to worry about was getting your stuff out before the landlord had it tossed in the trash. You had remained silent for a while before you asked him why he was going through all this trouble for you. Now Jimin really had to rein himself in, on the verge of confessing these feelings that he was forced to swallow down all of these years.

All he could do was give you one of his bright smiles, brushing a stray tear away as he said that’s what best friends were for.

The two of you spent the rest of the night in his living room, scouring the web for a storage company that could hold all of your furniture for a decent price, along with an inexpensive moving company to help bring the rest of your things to his apartment. It was nearly 4 AM when all of the necessary info was jotted down and the two of you were forced to sleep, Jimin offering you his bed and a shirt to sleep in. Of course you kicked up a fuss until he gave you a raised brow and a hand on his hip, killing your argument right there. And so you had tucked yourself into his sheets while he laid on the couch, hands clasped on his stomach as he stared at the ceiling, wondering how well this was going to go over with his roommates.

Thank God he had the sense to send you on a breakfast run the next morning, not wanting you to be around to hear him and the others shouting at each other.

Honestly, Taehyung and Jungkook had every right to be upset at his impromptu decision but he couldn’t leave you hung out to dry like that. You had already mentioned last night that you would do whatever to help out, whether it be with rent, bills or even groceries, until you got a place of your own. The guys had calmed down a bit when he relayed the message but they were still iffy on having someone of the opposite gender living with them all of a sudden. Jimin loved them but they weren’t exactly the neatest of roommates and he reminded them to not leave their socks and underwear lying around in the bathroom from now on. By the time you came back, it seemed like nothing had happened as you passed everyone a cup of coffee and a sandwich, light conversation carrying on at the table. You never noticed the looks Taehyung and Jungkook shot your best friend from the side when you weren’t looking.

That was over a month ago.

You were still living with Jimin and his friends, your quest for a new place futile and wearing on your nerves. Whatever breakthroughs came fell through one way or another, sending you back to square one. The guys sans Jimin had been making sure to give you your space, sensing an aura around you that said ‘don’t bother me’. But today was especially rough, thanks to some unpleasant news you had heard through the grapevine. Your ex, unscathed from the eviction thanks to his parents letting him shack up, had gotten a place of his own. You couldn’t help but wonder why he didn’t offer to look for a new place with you after the incident, only texting you once after you blew up at him to let you know that he was getting his stuff out. But nothing ever came; no apology either. You had to calm Jimin down after showing him the message, on the verge of speeding over to the apartment to curse or beat the living daylights out of Jung-woo.

You tried not to let the news bum you out but you clearly failed as Jimin noticed something was up when he got home from work.

“What’s wrong, princess?”

Your head flew up from your phone, surprised to see him standing in front of you, a look of concern on his handsome face. “O-Oh, nothing…”

Jimin rolled his eyes before sitting next to you on the couch. “Y/N, we’ve known each other for how many years now?”

“Uh, fifteen years?”

“Fifteen years of you trying and failing to pull a fast one on me.”

You sighed. So much for avoiding the subject. “Well…it’s about Jung-woo.”

Jimin’s body automatically tensed at the name. “What about him?”

“He…well, I heard from Dan-bi that he found a place to live.”

“What? Where?”

Your lip caught between your teeth, knowing that this next sentence was going to set him off. “Over in Gangnam-gu.”

As you predicted, your best friend stood up, fists clenched at his sides in outrage. “Gangnam-gu? That place is fucking expensive!”

“I know…”

A growl escaped him. “He couldn’t even offer you help to find an apartment yet he had the money to go live in one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in Korea. That son of a bitch. I should have gone over that night and-”

“No Jimin.” You fixed him with a stern look, reaching up to hold his hands in yours. “Not saying that he didn’t deserve it but I’m not watching my best friend get taken away because he assaulted someone. He’ll get his karma.”

Your touch calmed him down a bit, forcing himself to take in a few deep breaths before sitting down again. “I hope so or else karma is a big joke.” Shaking his head to clear his anger, he gave you an uneasy look. “But forget about me, how are you feeling?”

“Well…you pretty much expressed how I felt when I heard that.” A humorless laugh came out as you looked down at your still intertwined hands. “I really know how to pick them, huh?”

Jimin bit back an agreement, not wanting to start a fight with you over his insensitivity. “Y/N, come on, enough of that. It’s not your fault that this all happened, any decent man would take some responsibility for messing up, which he clearly isn’t.”

“If you say so…”

Frowning at how you still eyed your hands with discontent, Jimin removed one to hold your chin, gently lifting it up to look at him. God, the makeup you had on only made your eyes pop out even more than usual.

“I don’t think your taste in men is completely terrible, princess-“ His lips twisted into a smirk. “I mean, look at me.”

He cheered inside his head as he got the result he wanted, your pretty face scrunching as you laughed at his joke.

“Chimmy, you dork! Of course you would make yourself the exception.”

“But is it not true?”

Jimin had been joking but a tiny part of him wanted the validation from your lips (and hoped that maybe it would skew your platonic feelings in another direction). He never got it as the front door burst open, the entrants loudly announcing their arrival.

“’Sup lovebirds!”

The two of you jumped at the interruption, looking up to see Jungkook and Taehyung at the door. “Welcome home, guys. How was your day?"

Jungkook pouted as he toed off his shoes. “Could’ve been better, it was a slow day at work. I hate when I’m given the early shifts at the gym.”

Taehyung scoffed as he kicked off his shoes. “Be glad you were slow, it was nonstop for me. I had to go to the backroom a couple of times so I wouldn’t lose my shit on the next person who asked if we had any more raspberry drizzle.”

Jimin spoke next, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Wow, sucks to be you guys.”

“It does, which is why-“ Jungkook threw an arm over the other’s shoulders, grinning. “We’re going to hit up Joseon tonight for some drinks!”

“Don’t you two have work in the morning again?”

Taehyung shrugged. “Yeah but we’ll cross that bridge when the time comes. You guys want to come along?”

You were ready to decline, not a huge fan of somewhere as crowded as the bar but after the day you had, you could make an exception. “Sure.”

Jimin looked at you with astonishment at your answer. Before he could ask why, Jungkook spoke up again. “Oh yay, Y/N is down! What about you, Jimin-ssi?”

“Oh, I, uh, I guess I’ll come too.”

“Alright, party! We’re ready to leave whenever you guys are unless someone needs to freshen up?”

You giggled at how Taehyung looked at you with a knowing grin. “I’ll only be ten minutes, promise.”

You let go of Jimin’s hands and got up to head to his room to get yourself together, leaving the three men alone in the living room.

“So when are you shooting your shot?”

Jimin’s head whipped over to give Jungkook a scowl. “Jungkook, we’re not talking about this right now.”

Of course Taehyung had to jump in next. “Come on Jimin, what are you waiting for? Her to make the first move? You’ve been waiting for years, this is getting sad.”

“Look, like I told you, it’s not the right time.”

Jungkook walked over and plopped down where you were previously sitting, shooting his roommate a no-nonsense look. “Jimin, it’s never the right time with you. I understand you’re scared to ask how she feels but it’s been over a month since she broke up with that douchebag and it’s only a matter of time before she moves onto the next prick who will break her heart again. Why not just tell her how you feel?”

Jimin laughed humorlessly, a hand coming up to push his hair back. “Yeah, tell her how I feel and possibly fuck up a fifteen-year friendship? Sounds like a grand plan, Kook.”

Before he could talk back, Taehyung came over to give his friend a scathing look. “Jimin, you’re one of my closest friends but when I say this, I say this out of love. You’re a fucking coward.”

Jimin shot up off the couch, baring his teeth at the other. “What did you just say?”

“I said you’re a coward, man! Do you really think you have no chance with Y/N whatsoever?”

“Of course, I’m her best friend, her guy best friend at that! What chance do I have?”

Taehyung gave his friend a disappointed look, shaking his head. “More of a chance than any of these other guys, that’s for sure. But you won’t take that chance because you’re scared of trying to turn your friendship into a relationship-“

He was cut off when Jimin grabbed a fistful of his shirt, bringing him close as he growled in his face. “You don’t understand, Taehyung, so don’t fucking act like you know what the hell I’ve been going through all these years.”

Jimin was just as surprised as the others as to how he was reacting. Normally he wouldn’t get this hostile when the guys grilled him on his feelings for you but the stress of everything to do with your situation lately had him on edge. One of the downsides to knowing you for so long was how empathetic you two were to each other’s emotions, like a dry sponge next to a tub of water. But who was Taehyung to act like confessing to you was so easy? If this was some romantic comedy, he would have done it ages ago if it guaranteed having you as his girlfriend.

But this was real life and the guy didn’t always get the girl at the end of the day.

He was nothing like the men you pursued so what made him think he ever had a chance with you?

“Alright guys, I’m ready!”

As soon as your voice echoed from the hallway, Jimin let go of Taehyung, the latter jumping back and fixing his shirt like it wasn’t balled up just now. Jungkook bit his lip, glad that you were returning as he was ready to jump in between the two in case things escalated. You entered the room to see Jimin giving you one of his sweet smiles, walking over to take your hand in his.

“Looking beautiful as always.”

Your cheeks heated up; you could never get used to his compliments. “Stop, I just powdered my face and put some gloss on. Ready to go, guys?”

Thankfully Jimin didn’t have to give them a look that said to act natural, the two giving you salutes. “Yes ma’am!”

Joseon was crowded like always but the four of you managed to secure a table somehow. After Jimin helped you up on one of the stools (prompting you to pout at him saying that you weren’t a little girl that needed help), Taehyung got everyone’s drink orders and headed up to the busy counter. Jungkook looked around the room with excitement, wondering if there was anyone he knew that was here. Meanwhile, Jimin leaned in to speak in your ear.

“You okay? Not too much for you?”

You shook your head. “No, surprisingly. The energy in here feels good, I think I’ll be okay.”

He gave you a nod. “Alright but if you ever want to go, let me know.”

You gave your friend a reassuring smile before looking at Jungkook. “Kookie, thanks for inviting us out. To be honest, I had a bit of a rough day, I think I could use some relaxation.”

Jungkook gave a bunny smile. “Of course! I was surprised you said yes but I’m glad. The more the merrier, right?”

Jimin tried not to glare at his roommate when he gave him a mischievous look. “I agree.”

“Alright, order up!”

Taehyung’s voice boomed as he arrived with a tray of your respective drinks plus a round of shots. “Shots too, Tae?”

He gave you a smirk. “First round is on me.”

You squinted your eyes at him. “Thank you but why do I feel like this is going to be one of many rounds?”

“Wow, you’ve got great intuition, Y/N.”

Jimin rolled his eyes as he handed you your glasses. “If the both of you get wasted, I’m leaving your asses in the street.”

Jungkook took his own drinks as he shot him a pout. “You’d really leave us inebriated out there?”

“After you threw up on my shirt last time, yes, I would.”

“Bitch.”

You giggled as they flipped each other off before you gave your friend a gentle smack on his arm. “Okay you two, stop fighting and let’s have a toast.”

“I agree, I can already see my drink watering down.” Taehyung picked up his shot glass and cleared his throat dramatically. “To us, may we get through another day of bullshit without wanting to jump in front of a bus.”

“Hear hear!”

Everyone clinked their glasses together before throwing back the liquid, shuddering at the slight burn.

“Fuck Tae, you got whiskey?!”

Taehyung nodded at Jimin. “Yeah, why not start off strong?”

Jimin grumbled, immediately sipping his other drink. “Could’ve gotten something that tastes better.”

The four of you talked about various subjects as the drinks dwindled down. Once everyone’s glass was empty, Jungkook offered to get refills and the next round, skipping over to the counter. 

Jimin could usually handle his liquor but that damn whiskey was already making his body warm and his cheeks flushed. His self-control was also ebbing away as his eyes kept lingering on you longer than necessary whenever you were speaking, taking in how your nose scrunched when you talked about something you didn’t like or how strands of hair kept slipping out of your ponytail.

“Right, Jimin?”

Jimin blinked out of his trance as he heard you calling his name. “H-Huh?”

You shot him an amused look. “I said, it’s crazy how these local stores charge an arm and a leg for mediocre japchae but back home is still cheap for high quality, right?”

“O-Oh, yeah. So much better…”

Jimin blushed even more as he was caught slipping, taking a longer sip of his drink. He did his best to keep his eyes averted from his roommates’, noticing how the knowing gazes got more and more frequent as the night went on. His little display earlier in the living room would look like nothing compared to his possible reaction now, alcohol a bad influence on his behavior.

“I’ll be right back guys, just have to run to the ladies’ room.”

Everyone nodded before you went off to the back of the bar towards the restrooms. Jimin kept his eyes on your form, making sure you got there without some drunk guy trying to hit on you.

“Jimin.”

He jumped at the sound of Taehyung’s voice, turning to see him, along with Jungkook, giving him a scrutinizing look.

“Wh-What?”

“Are you alright?”

He did his best to shoot one of his bright smiles but he could feel the way one of the corners of his mouth twitched in protest. “Of course I am! I’ve got drinks and my friends around me, why wouldn’t I be alright?”

The two looked at each other before sighing. “Because you’ve been staring at Y/N like she’s the most fascinating thing in the world every time she so much as breathes. Not very subtle for someone who doesn’t want her to know that he’s in love with her.”

Jimin’s grip on his glass tightened as his eyes narrowed. “Guys, don’t start this shit again, please.”

“Hey, we’re trying to help you out now! You’re this close to blowing your cover so quit the staring, yeah?”

Jimin brought a hand up to rub his eyes, wondering how easy it would be for him to get two new roommates on such short notice. “Whatever.”

The three of them moved onto topics far away from Jimin’s romantic life, much to his relief. After some time, two random girls came up to their table, giving shy yet excited grins as they asked if the guys wanted to join them in playing darts. Jungkook and Taehyung agreed with no delay while Jimin declined, explaining that he was still waiting for someone. Of course Jungkook had to add on that the older man was a faithful boyfriend but that there was plenty of him and his friend to go around. Jimin was this close to throwing his empty shot glass at the younger man’s stupid head but the girls dragged him away just in time. Lucky bastard.

Now he sat alone, tapping his fingers on the slightly sticky table as he continued waiting. He hoped that you were alright, it usually didn’t take you this long to use the bathroom. Worrying that you may have gotten sick from the alcohol, Jimin unlocked his phone to send a message only for one to pop up on his screen immediately.

[Y/N 💞]: Chimmy, come back here ASAP

[Y/N 💞]: Please

Fearing the worst, Jimin jumped down from his stool and made a beeline for the restrooms (narrowly missing an elbow from someone who was attempting to krump). His brows furrowed as he didn’t see you anywhere in the narrow hallway. He pulled his phone back out.

[Chimchim 💛]: I’m here

Within a few seconds, the door to the womens’ room creaked open, your head poking out.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you sick?”

You shook your head slowly. “N-No…well, I kind of feel like it now but…”

Jimin frowned. “Come out here.”

“I-I can’t.”

“Huh?”

You whispered, eyes darting out to the bar area. “He’s here.”

Confusion scattered across his face. “Who’s here, princess?”

You began chewing on your lower lip, trying to ignore the way your stomach churned. “Jung-woo…”

Jimin’s eyes widened, head whipping out to look at the crowd. “Shit, really? Where did you see him?”

“He was by the bar just now but I think he’s sitting at one of the tables nearby.”

Jimin looked closer, cursing when he saw the offender sitting down with a group of friends at the table right next to the hallway entrance. Just the sight of that douchebag made his blood boil. Who gave him the right to come out tonight and have fun while the girl he practically tossed to the streets was forced to hide in the bathroom?

“Y/N…we’ll sneak past him.”

“But Jimin!”

It hurt him how upset you looked at the thought but he was damned if he was going to watch this guy ruin your night.

“Y/N. Come on, I’ll cover you.” He held a hand out to you, a gentle smile on his plump lips. “Please? For me?”

You stared at his hand before looking between that and your ex, chewing the last of the gloss off your lips as you debated. “O-Okay…”

Jimin wiggled his fingers, teeth showing and eyes squinting. “Let’s go, beautiful.”

Now that smile he loved to see peeked out as you opened the door fully, putting your hand to intertwine with his as you stepped out. You were still nervous about having your ex spot you but when your best friend smiled at you like that and gave you one of your special nicknames, anything felt possible. He gave your hand a squeeze before he started leading you down the hallway.

But things took a turn for the worse when Jung-woo got up and started heading towards the both of you.

“Oh shit!” Your hushed exclamation came out before you hid behind Jimin’s taller form. “He’s going to see me!”

Jimin gulped, his brain scrambling for a solution to this sudden issue. There were only two places that you could both hide in and either one would cause a commotion that would surely bring unwanted attention. An idea flashed but just as quick as it arrived, he realized that it was a terrible one. But the options were limited and Jung-woo was getting closer and closer…

He quickly turned around to face you, giving you an apologetic look before grabbing your arms. “Jimin, wh-”

Jimin moved your body to press against the wall, pulling a gasp out of you as you looked up with widened eyes. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he leaned down and whispered. “Quick, kiss me!”

Your mouth dropped at what he said, not expecting your best friend to ask such a thing out of you but judging by the desperate look in his eyes, he had no choice. So you reached a hand up, held the back of his neck and pulled his head down to press his lips to yours.

Jimin could only imagine in his wildest dreams how it would have felt to kiss you, implanting the sensation of your lips pressing to his cheeks or forehead to a more wanted area. But those little fantasies were nothing compared to experiencing the real thing. Your lips were slightly sticky from leftover gloss and the mixed drink you had earlier, the flavors mixing and transferring to him. They felt soft and molded well against his own but stayed still. He would have preferred to have them moving but beggars couldn’t be choosers, right? Besides, this wasn’t a real kiss, merely a diversion. He tried not to deflate at the thought.

But then your lips started moving against his own, pulling a sound of shock from him.

He deluded himself into the reason why his hands came up to cup your face afterwards, thinking that it would hide your face from your ex and not because he wanted to touch you.

Right?

Jimin didn’t know how long the two of you had your lips locked but he was alerted by the sound of one of the bathroom doors shutting behind him. Forcing himself to pull away from your mouth, he studied your face, seeing your eyes shut and your lips parted as little puffs of air escaped. An irrational part of him was tempted to go back in but then your eyes opened, housing a mixture of emotions that he wasn’t ready to address.

His voice croaked out. “I-I’m sorry Y/N…I couldn’t think of anything else…”

Your voice was just as shaky as you looked down at his neck. “It’s fine, Jimin…y-you did what you had to…”

Now the giddiness he was feeling was quickly morphing into anxiety as he felt an unbearable tension wash over the two of you. Was his idea of kissing you really better than hiding in one of the restrooms? Did he fuck things up?

Dammit.

“...we should head back before he comes out.”

It took a couple of seconds for you to process, nodding slowly as you let him take your hand before leading the both of you back to the table. The two of you didn’t even get a chance to sit down before Jungkook came running over, his cheeks reddened and lifted as he encouraged you to come over and join the game of darts. Jimin accepted immediately, wanting some type of distraction from the swirling mass in his chest; even better, the girls had bought a round of shots for everyone. He did his best to focus on the game rather than give in to the urge to knock back more liquor than needed, already seeing that his roommates would need some help getting back home. But it was hard, especially with you standing so close to him.

And he swore that every time he looked in your direction, your head swiveled back to whatever place it was in before.

Thankfully (or not), closing time began approaching, the lights brightening up the bar. After Jungkook and Taehyung got the numbers of their new friends (even though they had to be told twice so they entered the right digits), Jimin and you helped them into an Uber, barely listening to them as they rambled about what they were going to eat when they got home. The four of you reached the front door and waited as Jimin fumbled with the keys.

“Son of a-”

You frowned as you adjusted your body to accommodate the weight of Jungkook leaning on you. “What is it?”

“This fucking door won’t take the key even though I know it’s the right one!”

Taehyung looked up at him from where he sat against the wall, lidded eyes squinting as he studied said key. “…dude, that’s for the mailbox.”

Jimin paused and blinked owlishly, realizing his friend was right.

“Oh…”

Shaking his head, he shuffled through until he finally got the correct key, unlocking the door and letting everyone go in first. One kiss and he didn’t even know how to open his goddamn front door anymore.

After heating up and sharing a frozen pizza, Jungkook and Taehyung peaced out, you giving them a reminder to set their alarms for work as they went into their rooms. Which left you and Jimin alone. He didn’t even have a chance to say a syllable before you shot up out of your chair.

“I’m going to go change.”

All Jimin could do was nod, watching you close until you disappeared down the hall, letting out a deep sigh as his hands rubbed at his face. He was starting to believe that he really messed things up with his ‘brilliant’ plan at the bar. You were probably freaked out that your best friend would think that there was no other choice but to plant his lips on you to save you from an unwanted encounter with your ex. What the hell was he thinking?

“Jimin, I’m done.”

He was brought out of his lamenting by your soft voice. Jimin looked up, his heart skipping at you wearing one of his older hoodies he had given you years ago. Would you wear the clothing of someone who you were mad at?

“Okay.”

He stood up and began making his way to his room until you called out to him. “Jimin.”

Turning his head, he saw you giving him a timid smile, hands toying with the too long sleeves. “Come watch a movie with me?”

Jimin couldn’t help his eyes widening at your request. “Sure.”

Once he changed into a loose T-shirt and cotton pajama pants, the two of you sat on the couch in the dark, picking a random movie on Netflix and letting it play. Whatever bit of normalcy Jimin had felt before evaporated as the minutes passed. For starters, the two of you would usually be sitting close to each other, thighs touching as you shared a blanket, but there was a few inches of space in between now. Commentary would also be coming out of your mouths but other than the TV, it was completely silent in the room. But you broke the silence after some time with a heavy, drawn-out sigh, pulling your best friend’s gaze.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You bit your lip as you stared at the TV, debating for a second if you should dare to ask the question that had been on your mind all night.

“Y/N.”

You turned your head, giving your best friend an inquisitive look.

“Jimin…are you in love with me?”

Jimin’s heart could have stopped at that moment, not expecting that of all things to come out your mouth.

“Wh-What?”

Now you rotated your whole body towards him. “I said…are you in love with me?”

Jimin gaped at you while his trembling fingers dug into his thighs. “Y-Y/N, why would you…why would you ask me something like that?”

Your eyes hardened a mite, not wanting him to avoid the question. “Answer me…please.”

This was it. This was the point of no return. But he couldn’t help but bemoan that this wasn’t how he wanted it to go.

He wanted to be dressed to the nines with you at a special place of significance before he confessed the entirety of his feelings for you. How your smile brightened the worst of his days. How his heart skipped a beat whenever he saw you in anything from a hoodie to a dress. How every man you had dated in the past never got his approval because they weren’t him. How he was ready to go to jail because of Jung-woo rendering you homeless. How the last month of having you live with him was the best month of his life.

God, he was so in love with you.

Even if you didn’t feel the same, you deserved a straightforward answer.

Jimin straightened his shoulders and turned his body to face you now, his full lips pursed while his fingers continued digging into his pants. “How did you know?”

Your face expressed shock; as suspicious as you were that there was some truth, you still didn’t expect it to come out of his mouth. “I…I heard you guys arguing. Before we left here, I ran to the bathroom and I…I eavesdropped a bit. I didn’t plan to but-” You bit your lip, hiding your hands under the long sleeves. “You sounded upset.”

“Y/N…”

“And then…the rest of the night happened and I just…” You let out a short laugh. “It’s like I had an epiphany and everything that you’ve been doing over the years just hit me at once. That’s why I’ve been so quiet since then…”

Jimin couldn’t help the heat creeping up his neck when you admitted to hearing the argument. Were they really that loud?

But that was the least of his concerns right now.

“I see…”

The silence blanketed over again, the movie long forgotten now. You decided to break it once more.

“You haven’t said it yet.”

“What?”

You clenched your hidden fists, barely able to hold your friend’s gaze. “You only asked me how I knew…you haven’t said how you felt yet.”

Jimin nearly choked on the lump in his throat but he forced it down, taking a deep breath before speaking. “Y/N…I am in love with you. I have been for a long time. I can’t say exactly when it started but just know that’s it been like this for years. I always wanted to say something but…”

He looked down at his clenched hands for a few seconds before looking up at you again. “You always were seeing someone and even though I hated most of those assholes, I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it for you. Even if it was brief, you were happy. At the end of the day, that’s all I wanted for you.”

“Jimin…”

He took in a breath before letting out a quivering sigh. “But it hurt, you know? It hurt having to see you gush about the dates they took you on or the things they bought you, knowing that you would never act like that for me. I mean, I should be happy that we’re as close as we are but it’s never enough, Y/N. You would never look at me that way, no matter how badly your heart got broken. So I decided at some point…”

Another breath. “I decided that as long as I got to be by your side and keep you happy in any way I can, it would be enough. Even if I had to watch you be with someone else, I would keep loving you in my own way. Because I would rather have you in my life and be silent than have you leave me.”

There was so much more that Jimin wanted to say but that lump in his throat returned, choking back the words as he stared at his lap. A melancholy part of him figured that there was no point in wasting his breath anyways. Now that his feelings were out in the open, you had every right to shut him down in that gentle way that you would.

But a sudden hiccup caught his attention.

He looked up, only for his eyes to widen as he saw tears streaming down your face.

“Y-Y/N…”

“J-Jimin…you-” Another hiccup. “You…all this time…y-you’ve been feeling like this all this time?”

“Y-Yes…” Shit, he didn’t think you would cry. He hated to see you cry. “I-I’m sorry, look, you don’t have to entertain my nonsense, I know you don’t feel the same way and-”

He never finished his sentence as your body flew into his, forcing him to wrap his arms around you as his back landed on the cushions. Blinking in shock, he saw you now straddling his hips, your face twisted into an expression of barely-concealed anger.

“Park Jimin…how do you know I don’t feel the same way?”

“I-I…” He swallowed. “I just…assumed.”

Your frown grew. Lifting up one of your arms, you wiped your face dry with the sleeves, sniffling before speaking again. “Jimin…why didn’t you ever say anything? You’ve been suffering all of these years and I just ran around oblivious to your feelings…I’m such a shitty friend.”

Jimin frowned, hands coming up to land on your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. “No you’re not…don’t say that, Y/N.”

“But I am!” You grit your teeth, trying to fight back a new wave of tears. “All this time you’ve loved me and you’ve shown it too, more than any of my exes have…without me having to ask or even beg. I should have known from the start…”

Jimin had to strain his ears to hear your next words.

“Maybe then we could have been together.”

If his heart was weak, he would have had a heart attack at what you said.

His mouth gaped, opening and closing a few times before he croaked out. “What…what did you just say?”

You gave him a watery smile, reaching down to brush a strand of hair off his forehead. “I said, maybe we could have been together. Then I wouldn’t have had to waste my time with all of these other guys.”

Jimin couldn’t believe it.

His ears were hearing everything you said but his brain was working overtime to process it.

Did you...?

“Y/N…”

“Yes?”

He sat up, having you in his lap now as his hands reached into your sleeves, interlacing his fingers with your own. “Does…does that mean you love me too?”

With your teeth on full display, you gave him an assuring nod. “I do.”

Tightening his hold, he whispered. “Say it. Please.”

You squeezed back, licking your lips before speaking softly. “I love…no, I’m in love with you, Jimin. I think I have been all these years too but I never realized it until this last month. You’ve done so much for me…how could I not fall in love with a man like you?”

There it was.

Those words that he had only ever heard in his dreams, the ones that left his heart aching when he woke up.

You loved him just like he loved you.

All Jimin could do was capture your lips with his own, not wanting you to see the tears that started spilling onto his own cheeks as well. But then you started kissing him back, causing a sob to escape and vibrate against your lips. Your hands came up to hold his jaw, your fingertips brushing against the softness of his cheeks. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, pulling your soft body tight against his firmer one. While your lips continued moving in sync, Jimin maneuvered your bodies at some point, you underneath him while his hips rested between your parted legs. This moment between the two of you had been chaste until now, him feeling the heat of you pressed to his clothed length. He realized that you weren’t wearing any shorts underneath his hoodie, prompting an unconscious roll of his hips in response to the discovery.

“Mm-”

The muffled moan you had let out brought him back to his senses, pulling his lips away to pant out. “I-I’m sorry…too much?”

You bit back a whine as his hips stilled. “N-No…”

Jimin’s body stiffened when you brought a leg up to hook around his waist. “Do that again…”

If it wasn’t the way you said those three words, it was the way you looked up at him, those beautiful eyes of yours lidded and tinted with budding desire. Licking his lips, Jimin nodded and continued rolling against you, biting back a groan at the tingles of pleasure he was starting to feel.

“Y/N…mnh-”

Hearing your name spoken like that made your core clench, the weight of his body starting to provide a pleasant friction for you. Wanting to help him out as well, you rolled your own hips up in time. Although not as fluid as Jimin’s, it got the result you wanted, a moan falling from those plush lips as his eyes closed for a bit.

“Oh shit…mm-”

Jimin sped up his movements, starting to feel his cock harden from the stimulation, providing something more straightforward to your pleasure. His covered length fit between your clothed folds perfectly, allowing him to rub against you from the bottom all the way to the top, managing to catch your clit at the very end.

“A-Ah-!”

A sharp gasp left you as your hands came up to grip onto his toned biceps, a strong wave of pleasure running through your body as the sensitive bud was touched. He opened his eyes to look at you, a corner of his mouth twitching at your expression.

“Like that, princess?”

That nickname had a completely different effect on you now due to your current predicament, your fingers digging into his arms. “Yes…”

He chuckled huskily at your response, leaning his lips down to plant kisses all over your neck, trying to find those spots that made you give out more of those little mewls (you fucking mewled; he was surprised he didn’t come in his pants by now). “You make such beautiful sounds, love…”

You whimpered at his words of praise, hiking your leg up higher to allow him to press closer to you. “More, please…”

Jimin let out a soft growl at your plea, latching his mouth onto the juncture of your neck and shoulder before sucking hard as he put more force behind his hips, forcing you to hold back a cry in case Jungkook or Taehyung heard (those two were usually dead to the world when under the influence but there was a first time for everything). It was a shame how he couldn’t hear louder sounds from you but he would take what he could get, the quieter noises enough fodder for him.

Now his cock was completely hard from the movements, starting to feel a dampness soaking through the fabric of his pants onto his underwear, cursing in his head at how wet this was making you. A mumbled whimper came from you all of a sudden.

“Hm? What’s that, baby?”

You swallowed hard, giving a harsh roll up. “I-I’m going to come, Jimin…”

“Fuck-”

But all too soon, his hips stilled and pulled away, making you look up at him with betrayal. Holding back a giggle, Jimin reached down and rubbed your hips, his hoodie having ridden up to expose your lower half. “Relax, princess, I’m not going to leave you hanging like that.”

“That’s not what it feels like…”

Jimin bit down on his bottom lip as his eyes zeroed in on the large wet spot on your panties. “I won’t.”

Standing up (you gnawed on your lip at the prominence in his pants), he bent down and picked you up, prompting you to wrap your limbs around him as his hands cupped your ass. Making sure you were secure, he began walking towards the hallway, rasping quietly to you. “If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do this properly.”

Realizing what he was implying, your core tightened at the possibilities of what he was going to do to you in his bed. Those said possibilities ranged from pleasant to mind-blowing as the two of you got to know each other’s bodies. You were both seeing a new side of each other, the experience exciting yet nerve-wracking as you had to learn what the other liked and didn’t like. But once the former was figured out, you both wasted no time in using the new info to make each other let out noises that often had to be muffled by hands or pillows. This continued until daylight started to peek over the horizon, forcing the both of you to call it quits as his roommates would be getting up soon to get ready for work. While you both laid down, legs tangled with each other, you looked into each other’s eyes, refusing to go to sleep just yet.

“Hey Y/N.”

“Hm?”

Jimin flicked his tongue over his swollen lips. “You know…you don’t have to keep looking for a place…”

Your eyebrows raised. “What do you mean?”

Reaching out and brushing a strand of hair off your damp forehead, he answered. “I mean, you could keep living with me. But if you do want to move out, then…then I could go with you, if you wanted.”

Your mouth popped into an ‘O’, understanding now. With everything that happened within the last day, you had completely forgotten about your apartment search. Hearing Jimin’s words made your chest warmer than it already was. Even though you had been looking diligently, there was a part of you that didn’t really want to leave his side. You couldn’t remember the last time you were able to be around him as often as you were this last month and the thought of it being taken away made you uneasy.

“I…I don’t mind staying. But will the others be okay with it?”

Jimin grinned. “I’m sure they will be. You noticed how fast they warmed up to you? It’s like you’ve been living with us for years.”

You giggled, cheeks heating up. “If you say so.”

“I know so. You don’t have to make a decision now, love, just wanted to throw that option out there.”

You nodded, even though you already had your answer.

Jimin gave one of his sweet smiles and scooted closer to you, wanting to feel the rest of your body on his as you two drifted off into dreamland. You let yourself be pulled into his arms, burying your face in the crook of his neck, the light scent of his cologne and sweat filling your nostrils. As the two of you quietly cuddled, Jimin couldn’t help but wonder what you would decide about the apartment situation.

Either way, he knew that wherever you would go, he would be right behind you.

©bangtanintotheroom, 2022. Crossposted to AO3. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[uselesslyhopefulphilosopher]

Genuine question. Aside from autists and other people with neurodivergencies, who's crying about being infantalised? Sure, there are some who don't utilize resources, but to plenty of others resources just aren't accessible (especially if you have a comorbidity).

So aside from this post being a little ableist, what's your point? I'm autistic. I forget to eat, drink, and go to the restroom regularly. That's how things go sometimes. But that's not we get infantalised over.

It's the "oh my precious baby what happened to my sweet summer child" when we swear, drink, smoke, have sex, and engage with mature/adult media. That shit degrading to hear as a full grown adult, especially when it's from a full grown allistic.

Posts like these make it harder to be disabled in public. We're people too, stop insinuating we're children. Period.

People cry “don’t infantilize me” when they refuse to do much of anything to help themselves, especially when given the resources.

One of the most defining qualities of an infant is the inability to do things for themselves. You’re infantilizating yourself by not helping yourself.