#night bather

[fawnvelveteen]

Louise Dahl-Wolfe, Night Bather, 1939

[huariqueje]

Anna (in the water where the destiny takes place)   -    Ulf Nilsen , 2008 - 09.

Norwegian , b. 1950  -

Oil on canvas, 160 x 250 cm.

[peaceinthestorm]

William John Hennessy (1839-1917, Irish) ~ The Three Beauties by Moonlight, n/d

[Source: Christie's]

[bandcampsnoop]

12/1/23.

One of my favorite bands over the past year or so has been Maxwell Farrington & Le SuperHomard. The vocals, the songs, and the arrangements are all mesmerizing. This is music I find myself dropping everything to listen to. In other words, it demands my full attention. In my book, this music is right up there with The Divine Comedy.

So, I'm pretty jazzed with the announcement of a new album due in February (courtesy of Talitres. I know Le SuperHomard is French and Farrington is Australian. I'm not sure if they both live in France, but I'm not sure it matters much.

If you enjoy crooner/baroque pop, then give The Bathers a listen too. I think they're from Glasgow ("Sirenesque" was released on Last Night From Glasgow).

[lejournaldupeintre]

Night bathers

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[0anonnymouslyours0]

corio w lucy grays older sister +18 (my guys a bit of a perv in this)

when coriolanus snow is assigned to work at district 12, he is surprised to arrive and find lucy gray with an older sister. a pretty, sweet, innocent older sister, who everyone in the district adores. corio knows hes completely wrong for you, how his capitol blood would taint your purity, but he is enthralled by you. he sees you sing in the bar, with lucy gray, but his eyes are always on you, with flowers in your hair, and a pink flowy dress.

when corio is invited to the lake he jumps at the opportunity to see you again. and when you take of your pretty sundress, and reveal your tiny bathers, nipples visibly perked and hard through the material, coriolanus uses up the very last amount of his control.

he spends all his nights tossing and turning, sneaking of into the bathroom to relieve his aching cock, while images of you run through his head. little does he know, your also preoccupied with thoughts of him, just as eager to see him again.

to his surprise, hes invited to the lake again by you, and you swim with the others as coriolanus watches from afar, adding new mental pictures do his nightly routine. however, when you come out the lake, in the same little bathers, you invite him into the woods with you to search for some berries.

"careful of the snakes" you warn him, as you search the forest floor for food. when you yell to say you've found some, your hand them to him, and very carefully coriolanus takes one and opens your lips with his thumb, feeding you the berry. your eyelids are heavy and hooded, arousal evident in your body, even from the simplest action. coriolanus is delighted at the effect he seems to have on you, so now, every chance he has, he comes to see you.

your relationship progresses quickly, and only a few months in, coriolanus has tainted you, and turned you into his own little whore, begging for him every night. his once love of lucy gray now forgotten, as he dotes on you, entirely under your spell.

[terminusantequem]

Kate Gottgens (South African, b. 1965), Night Bathers, 2020. Oil on canvas, 125 x 90 cm

[joeinct]

Night Bathers, Photo by Louise Dahl-Wolfe, 1939

[creativespark]

Robert C. Rore, The Night Bathers

[aromanticduck]

If you vary when you shower, answer what you do when you shower at night.

[chuuyascumsock]

we love fem. chuuya.

but but but! imagine fem.chuuya but like in a different time period too?? like idk fem.chuuya as a noblewoman who is known for not giving two shits about marriage and men etc and is a respectable noble bc of how she arranges things and sorts her properties and etc and what if you're just one of her maids or confidante's or aides whos she's had since she was younger and she just LOVES spending her money on the finest pieces and jewellery to dress you up and then proceeds to ruin said pieces by eating you out or finger fucking you-

and THEN! if she gets a load of shit on days where men are being douches and she's pissed off she makes you dress up in a pretty little nightgown or smth and makes you ride her thigh while she stares at you with her gorgeous eyes that are mad but also dark and yk your gonna get a good nights sleep.

and depending on what time period this is- if its when people thought cigs were healthy and good for you and shit after care wpuld sometimes mean staring at her while she stood leaning against the balcony of her lavish bedroom, blowing smoke out through her pretty, but swollen lips before you come up behind her and she offers you a crooked grin as her eyes graze over your form before she offers you one if youre okay with that stuff, might shotgun it again if youre ok w it but if not it you coming up to her with a sheet and wrapping it around the two of you as you relish the peace and quiet and the small moments when you can be true to yourselves and not have to worry about chuuya's reputation.

LIKE IMAGINE WAKING UP IN THE MORNINGS AND HELPING HER BATHER OR HELPING DRESS HER IN ALL THESE PRETTY CLOTHES WHILE SHE JUST GRINS LOPSIDEDLY AT YOU AND OFFERS SMALL BUT LINGERING TOUCHES IN RESPONSE. LIKE SHE WILL KNOW HOW COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY HERS YOU ARE

JEEZUS ON A POPSICLE STICK YOU WROTE A WHOLE PLOTLINE IN MY INBOX SPRINKLE TITS 😭

That would be so cute though and it’d be like back when women would be “best friends” after being widowed and buy a house together only to live out their wlw relationship in peace 🥹

And the way she wouldn’t even try to keep it a secret either and blatantly makes it known that you’re hers because she could easily take anyone who tried to say anything about it 😩

Need me someone like that fr 😔

[huariqueje]

Moons on the lake - Gonzalo Sicre , 2021.

Spanish , b. 1967 -

Charcoal on paper , 60 x 80 cm.

[peaceinthestorm]

Edvard Munch (1863-1944, Norwegian) ~ Summer Night. Mermaid, 1893

[Source: artvee.com]

[iguanodont]

how birgs bathe? what are their hygienic tools (brushes, toothbrushes, skincare, sanitizer analogs, etc) like? do they have different washing systems, like how we have baths vs showers? is there any culture/religion specific forms of bathing/cleaning?

Birgs have a variety of options for hygiene, and almost none of them involve water! Sand or dust baths are the most common choice, some indoor baths even have heated floors to keep them warm on cold nights :) often fragrant herbs are mixed in with the sand to give the bather a pleasant aromas well as to help repel parasites.

Finer powders may be rubbed into the skin without the need of a whole-body bath; sometimes these powders are tinted to enhance color, or contain mica flakes to make the fur literally sparkle. Certain oils for skin and fur health are used by southern cultures, but the Twowi swear by dust alone.

Birgs use brushes of all sorts, dancing in size from handheld to big enough to run your whole body against. Body brushes are typically made of a wood or metal frame and set with stiff plastic fibers. These are especially popular during shedding time, as a birg’s hair is not separate from the cuticle and comes off along with the entire outer layer of skin. It gets itchy!

I’ve already covered oral hygiene in this post

[arialerendeair]

Hi! 👋🏼 Happy Birthday!! BB!Dreamling prompt:

Hob is a teenage townie and Dream visits his seaside town to stay with his family in their fancy summer house.

Hob works at the country club and Dream is stuck up but fascinated by the boy who (respectfully 😉) doesn’t take Dream's shit (and who has a mouth that looks kissable and whose ass looks criminal in those uniform shorts).

Summer shenanigans and kissing behind the pool shed,,,and talking adulting on the golf course at night.

Thank you for the birthday wishes anon!!

The Dirty Dancing vibes of this particular prompt are immaclate and I love them so much. Hob should be in all of the short shorts, all of the time. Unquestionably. Put that man's hairy thighs on display, he deserves it!

I love the idea that Dream is fascinated by this boy who does not give him everything that he demands/wants the second he asks for it, who tells him no, and then laughs when he is indignant. Who, at first, Dream was disgusted by, how readily he was shirtless and sweaty and sun-kissed, only to, now, after almost three weeks in close proximity, is the leading star in all of his Dream's fantasies. He wants to devour Hob, wants to break him apart, give him another reason to be sweaty and to make him scream loud enough for the entire club to hear it.

It only gets worse when Hob is put on pool duty, and Dream stares hungrily at the bulge in those shorts for a truly inadvisable amount of time. He should be embarassed, but he wants, and he cannot remember the last time that he wanted as fiercely as he wants Hob. Of course, they're not meant to be, and he spends his days at the pool, and his evenings jerking off, thinking of Hob.

It all comes to a head when they are mostly alone at the pool (they are alone, everyone else had gone out drinking and golfing, a far superior way to spend time in their eyes) and Hob had bent over, the shorts puling higher, tighter, all in the name of cleaning the pool, and Dream hadn't been able to muffle the moan that escaped him at the sight.

Hob spins around, looking at him, and Dream is mortified, turned on, and afraid, all at the same time. It's only when Hob continues to stare, and he can see that bulge getting more and more pronounced that Dream realizes Hob might want him back. So he licks his lips and raises an imperious eyebrow. Hob comes closer to, so Dream can see the sweat trailing down his neck and he has to muffle down another noise.

Hob is smirking and Dream wants to wipe away that smirk with the weight of his cock.

"About time, was wondering if you'd ever say something," Hob said, tucking one finger pointedly in the edge of his bathers. "Do you know how many shifts I had to trade for pool duty for more than a week?"

Dream's mouth goes dry at the rapid realizations. Hob is half-hard and growing harder. Hob was here on purpose. Hob was slowly, steadily, tugging the bathers lower and lower, exposing the line of hair going down his navel, and Dream knows that it is obvious how turned on he is, but he can't make himself move.

"If you want your mouth on my cock, and want mine on yours, shut your mouth and follow me to the staff cabins," Hob orders, pulling his suit back up, before striding back across the pool. It takes Dream a precious few seconds to realize that Hob is packing up, and he scrambles to do the same his blood on fire.

Later, when Hob has fucked him boneless (and spends the rest of the week doing so), Dream admits that he wishes they could do this outside the club. That he wants more. That he wants Hob. But their assignations feel stuck here, no matter what he wants more. He isn't expecting Hob to laugh and take his phone to program in his number. Nor is he expecting Hob to promise to take him on a date the following weekend. But that is what happens.

A week later, after dinner, a concert in the park, and desperate kissing against the bark of a tree, Dream brings Hob back to the house that he lives in alone, too big, and too much for one person, and feels it light up with his laughter. It takes surprisingly little to make Hob agree to stay, to come back again and again.

(It takes even less to convince Hob to wear certain parts of his uniform for Dream so he can live out some... recurring fantasies.)

[littlemisskookie]

Free Use: Ch 6

Free Use: Ch 6

Free Use:  Index

Ship: Crush!Taehyung | Reader

Description: Childhood Friends/Crush/Neighbors/College!AU. Your long time crush agrees to be your dom.

Warnings: Free Use Kink, Dom/Sub Relationship, Dom Taehyung, Angst!!! Fluff???? Possessiveness, Humiliation Kink, Demeaning Names, Dirty Talk, Intercourse (Finally), Size Kink, Photos, Fingering, Mirror/Bathroom Sex, Exhibition, this isn’t all but i don’t wanna spoil

Word Count: 4,833

A/N: hhhhh this was just meant to be horny but i sprinkled in some personal trauma (not in the sext parts dont worry)

Jimin’s house party was nearing it’s peak, the music vibrating through every atom of your body, the speakers blaring for the whole neighborhood to hear. Of course Jimin’s spoiled ass got a house already instead of an apartment like the rest of you. It was to throw ragers like this for half of the campus who didn’t want to risk getting spiked at the frat parties. You pull on the gloves of your outfit- a dupe you got of Maddy’s New Years dress. Two shots down and you were already scanning the room for Taehyung. 

Swerving between the swaying bodies, you search for your friends. You try your best not to spill your suspicious jungle juice- some new concoction that Seokjin had made. Jungkook and Hoseok were probably in the midst of the dance floor. No doubt Jimin was busy socializing like the gracious host he was. Seokjin would be acting as bartender as usual, so Yoongi was probably drinking with him. Knowing Namjoon he was already throwing up at this point. But where was Taehyung?

You spot Jimin and reach towards him, leaning on him more than you intended. Despite the warmth flooding to your cheeks, you down more alcohol, causing Jimin to laugh at your sour expression. “I just saw like ten guys check you out when you walked over here.” He has to yell over the music for you to hear him. “You getting laid tonight?”

You roll your eyes, downing more of your drink. “Where’s Taehyung?”

“Ah, I see,” Jimin grins. “I think he said he was getting a drink. You should find Jin. Looks like you’ll be needing a refill soon anyways.”

“Thanks, Jiminnnn,” you say, pecking him on the cheek and waving goodbye. Luckily you already knew where Seokjin would be stationed. You find him in no time, with Yoongi as you expected. Yes! Taehyung was there too!

Your buzz made you feel elated and excited to see him. That is, until you saw the pretty girl standing next to him, laughing as though he said the funniest thing in the world. Not just any girl, though.

Nayeon.

-

You waved the box of popcorn you bought as you entered the boys’ dormitory. You were met with the familiar sent of weed the moment you walked through the door. Not like the RAs really gave a shit. Back when it was mandatory to live on campus, at least during freshman year. Your friendship had solidified with the guys, them no longer seeing you as much of a younger sister and closer to an equal. Too bad you weren’t able to move in with them. You practically lived there, though, despite having a perfectly good dorm of your own. 

Your crush on Taehyung was festering even then, and you would use any excuse you could to be near him. Not that you had to try much. Taehyung, Jimin, and Jungkook would usually host little parties or movie nights in their dorm. They were always the partners of the group, immediately getting fakes as soon as they moved out of their parents’ houses. The first taste of freedom had gotten to their head, and they were relishing in the liberties adulthood brought. They were lucky that the older boys were so lenient with them, having already matured past their extreme partying phases and knowing their limits. Who else would help clean up after, anyways? If it was up to those scoundrels your group would be throwing all night bathers weekly. You were thankful for the more chill hang outs, where you guys would watch shitty movies and smoke.

You were especially excited for today, though. You were always excited to see Taehyung, to be fair. But today you were wearing an outfit you knew he’d especially like. He respected the drip like that, and you would beam every time he complimented you. You were practically fantasizing about it all day.

You shoved the box into Namjoon’s hands, joining him in the kitchen. “Movie theater popcorn, like requested.”

“I wouldn’t have to get on your ass about it if you had bought the right kind last time.” He rolled his eyes, mussing your hair in a form of endearment.

You scowled up at his grin, combing your hands back over your hair. Your eyes darted across the kitchen counter towards the living room, noticing that most of the guys were on the couch or their respective seats. “Where’s Taehyung?” 

Namjoon didn’t say anything, glancing over to you. He was always the observant one. “He’ll be here in a sec, I’m sure.”

“What’s he doing?”

“He’s busy,” Jungkook chimed in, wiggling his eyebrows. “He brought a girl.”

Your mind went blank for a moment. “A girl?”

“Yeah, Nayeon. The hot girl from his Spanish class that he’s been going on about.” Jungkook whistled, a cheesy grin spreading on his face. 

You pressed your lips together as you processed the information. Taehyung was alone with the super hot girl he’s been gawking over for like a month now. You knew he wasn’t inexperienced- hell, you weren’t either. You had plenty of nights of trying to forget about Taehyung, distracting yourself with whatever guy happened to give you the attention you desperately craved. You didn’t think he had gone all the way, yet. You thought it was just girls sending him nudes, or maybe the same level you were at. Or perhaps he was more experienced than you initially thought and this was your first time being confronted with it.

Your heart felt as though it were sinking in your chest. You tried not to let the despair show on your face. You took in a deep breath from your nose, making a conscious effort to seem as unfazed as you could. “Lucky him,” is all you said, offering a slight smile on your lips. Inside you felt as though you were crumbling, as dramatic as it was.

“I like your outfit, by the way,” Jungkook complimented, examining your outfit. 

Your heart ached at the reminder of what you were so excited about in the first place. “Thanks.” It comes out more quiet than you intended.

“Why don’t you go join the guys on the couch? I can take care of setting up the snacks,” Namjoon said. You were grateful for his suggestion. 

You welcomed the distraction as you sat down next to Yoongi, the two of you smooshed together on a sofa chair. He pulled your legs over his as he pulled a drag from the joint. His red eyes meet yours, a comforting grin spreading across his face. “You want a hit?”

“Yes, please,” you say meekly. He brought it up to your lips, letting you suck in a breath. Everyone started preparing for the movie, already turning off the lights. You watched as the end of the joint glowed orange, slowly fading away into black. You held in the smoke filling your lungs as he flicked the ash on a tray. 

You coughed and let out the smoke. The feeling of Yoongi’s hand softly rubbing your back soothed you, though, and your coughing stopped. “Good girl,” Yoongi grinned, hand still rubbing your back. You heard the sound of popping in the background, one of the guys going through Roku to find the movie.

You passed the joint around the circle and let yourself melt into the feeling. The feeling of being high as you take hit after hit. The feeling of Yoongi’s warm body against yours. Anything to numb your self of the feeling of knowing that Taehyung was just one room over probably having sex with a girl that wasn’t you.

You tried to rationalize it. It’s his apartment and you’re all adults. He has the right to sleep with whoever he wanted. You weren’t his girlfriend- hell, he didn’t even know you were madly in love with him. You had no right to be as upset as you were.

But you were.

And then it got worse.

Taehyung came out of his room finally, hand in hand with a pretty girl who looks entirely too happy for your mental well-being. He was grinning from ear to ear, looking rather pleased with himself. He sat down on the couch with Nayeon, arm around her shoulders, pulling her in securely. She was pressed against his chest, leaning against his body, a clear sense comfort between the two.

You stare at the TV with a blank, glazed over look. You were decently high now- probably a bit higher than usual. You were trying to focus on the movie and not on her giggling  or the whispers your keen ears would pick up on. You didn’t even want to listen to Hoseok’s hilarious commentary. You felt stuck in your head and nothing was helping. Your eyes became glassy as you tried to hold back your tears. You desperately hoped no one would notice. You felt so naked, so vulnerable. Would all of your friends realize that you were in love with Taehyung? That you were crying because he had another girl in his arms? Would she notice? You didn’t want to be one of those girls. The girl best friend who is in love with the boyfriend. You desperately didn’t want to be that type.

What if he noticed? What if you couldn’t hang out with them anymore? What if everything became weird? Clearly he didn’t like you back. He wouldn’t be flaunting some other girl in front of you otherwise if he did. You began overthinking and spiraling in your head, your intrusive thoughts consuming you.

Yoongi noticed. He could see in the glow of the screen the shine in your eyes and your stony expression as you tried your best to keep your composure in public. Without question he got you out of his lap and pulled you out of the dorm and into the hallway. You didn’t protest, trying to ignore the feeling of your friends’ stares as you walked out with him. You simply stared down at his hand enveloping yours, stringing you away form your woes. You didn’t want to think about it.

Yoongi cradled your face in his hands and begins to wipe your tears, which were quickly beginning to fall as soon as you were out of sight from the others. You almost wanted to collapse in his arms and bury yourself in his chest, but at the moment you were feeling quite embarrassed. “Hey, why’re you crying?” Yoongi cooed, smoothing over your hair and being careful not to mess up your makeup. “Did you smoke too much, is that it?”

You sniffle and shake your head, furiously wiping your tears away. “No, it’s not that. I’m just… I’m just stuck in my head about things. I’m sorry, this is so stupid. Can we not talk about it?”

Yoongi doesn’t pry. He’s never been the one to meddle in someone else’s business, anyway. “Okay. What do you need then?”

“I just don’t want to think right now.” You’re still wiping off the tears. Knowing you, you weren’t going to be able to stop immediately. Plus, they’ll be able to tell you were crying. “I don’t think I’m ready to go back there.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just tell them you’re not feeling good. Do you want to take a nap in my bed?” That’s right, Yoongi and the other guys lived just down the hall. 

“I’d appreciate that, thank you, Yoongi.” You wiped your nose, sniffling. 

He smiled down at you, pulling out his dorm key and leading you down the hall. You’ve seen his room once or twice, and don’t bother examining the room the way you usually would. You felt emotionally drained. Instead, you plopped down on the bed, taking in a deep breath as you tried to calm yourself. Focus on the high. Still, try as you might, the tears still fell.

Yoongi sat down next to you, hand smoothing over your hair. You hummed and closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. “Is there anything else I can do?”

“This is nice already. I just need a distraction.”

“A distraction?”

“Yeah. I just… I want to feel something else right now.” You opened your eyes, looking up at Yoongi. You held his hand, giving it a slight squeeze. “Thank you, though. You’re too good to me. I really do appreciate this.”

He smiled at that. “I’m not sure if I’m much of a distraction, but I’ll try my best.”

Your fingers intertwined with his, and in that moment, the distance between you two that you weren’t aware of got a bit smaller. You looked at him, his gaze already locking with yours.

You never did find out if that was the night Taehyung really lost his virginity. But it was the night you lost yours.

-

A million thoughts go through your head. You’re feeling too many emotions. Dread. Betrayal. Confusion. Anger. 

What right did you have to be mad at him anyways? What, for talking to Nayeon? Flirting with her? You weren’t his girlfriend. You were closer to a pet of his. That’s what you told him you’d be for him. You didn’t ask him for anything more. This was a situation you put yourself in. So why should you feel upset?

Your eyes flit over to Yoongi’s. He has a solemn expression on his face. One you’re not familiar with. His eyes lock with yours, quickly flitting over to Taehyung and Nayeon. He knows. He didn’t know about your crush on Taehyung back when you two slept together, at least you don’t think. When had he found out? Or was your expression of despair just now what gave you away?

You didn’t want to have that conversation with him, though. Yoongi and you were just friends now. Life was already complicated.

You do what you always do. You run. Mentally, mainly. You down the rest of the liquor, the burn in your throat and warmth in your stomach enveloping you like a comforting hug. You crush the plastic cup in your hand as you walk away. You try to distract yourself- sans Yoongi this time. What better way than disappearing into the crowd? You’d get to be invisible there.

You try to focus on the music, following the beat as you dance. Your eyes flit about the crowd, trying to see someone familiar. Success. Jungkook.

He spots you too, giving you that bunny smile of his as he makes his way to you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pulling you into him. “Hey,” he says, the liquor on his breath wafting in your face. You didn’t mind. Yours probably smelled the same, as unsexy as that was. “Wanna dance with me?”

“Duhhhh,” you laugh, nodding as you let yourself melt in his arms. 

Jungkook’s a great dancer. His hips press against yours, hands on your hips as he directs your movements. You purr at the feeling, your mind trailing away to if he were to direct your movements in a different way. You press your ass against him as you dance to the beat, arms up and tangled into his hair behind you. You didn’t think he would mind. He was used to dancing like this. He’s done worse, honestly. The amount of times you saw him practically fuck someone on the dance floor? Too many to count. Besides, he didn’t seem to mind. His lips pressed against your hair, fingers tightening to secure his grip on your hips.

You sigh at the feeling, letting yourself get lost in the music. You stare at the flashing neon lights and the swaying bodies before you. You look down at Jungkook’s large hands on your hips and waist, pressing you securely against him. You don’t want to think of Taehyung or Nayeon or how Taehyung or Nayeon are probably- oh fuck you can see Taehyung.

You suddenly become very aware of the fact you’re pressed against his best friend, and that he would not be too pleased with that. You turn your head to Jungkook, a look of panic on your face. “Jungkook!”

“Hm?” He hums, his tone nonchalant.

Your eyes flit back towards Taehyung’s direction. He sees you, catching your gaze. Your heartbeat speeds up as you see his deathly glare, and soon he’s marching towards you and Jungkook.

“Taehyung’s coming here!”

“Oh, is he?” Jungkook looks up. He smiles when he sees Taehyung. You’re shocked, freezing as you stare up at him with wide eyes. His cocky grin spreads as he sees your frightened expression, one of his hands coming up to reach for your jaw, pressing your back securely against him. You were forced to look forwards, towards Taehyung, who was now just a few feet in front of you. “Time for you to face the consequences, Y/N.”

You gape up at him, shocked. “I-“

“You didn’t really think I didn’t notice, did you?” His breath is hot against your ear, causing goosebumps to spread over your skin. You hoped he didn’t notice what affect this had on you. Perhaps you had a fear or primal kink.  “You’re not really that stupid, are you?”

Taehyung’s now in front of you, his menacing glare boring through you. You weren’t used to him staring at you like this, with such anger. You cowered in Jungkook’s grasp, trembling like a leaf. He chuckled in your ear, feeling you gulp against his palm. Taehyungs stares down at you, your face looking so small in Jungkook’s big hand. He leans in on the opposite side, speaking in your other ear to make sure you heard. “Someone’s been a slut today, huh?”

His voice was a harsh growl, laced with anger and promise. You whimper, trying to turn away, but Jungkook’s grip quickly forces you to meet Taehyung’s eyes. “Speak up, Y/N,” Jungkook says, his voice commanding. You felt so meek every time he said your name like this, chills running down your spine.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes welled a bit with tears as you stared at Taehyung’s harsh glare.

Taehyung lets out a sigh, quickly pulling you back towards him and out of Jungkook’s firm grip. “Thanks for holding on to her for me. I’ll take care of her from here.”

You’re whisked away out of the crowd, up the stairs and in a bathroom. Your eardrums are no doubt thankful for the slight muffling of sound. You try to turn to Taehyung to explain, but he quickly bends you over the sink. You’re forced to look at yourself, your cheeks flushed from the alcohol and embarrassment. Taehyung’s dark gaze isn’t focused on your reflection. He pulls your skirt up and lands a harsh slap against your ass. You let out a harsh cry, not given a break as he pulls up your thong, forcing the fabric to delve deeper into your folds and against your clit. You rise to your toes to make it easier on you, but he only stretches the band, going as high as he could. His gaze was serious, staring at your face as you were further humiliated. 

“Wearing these, too? You were begging to be punished tonight,” he snaps, his hand coming down again to spank you. You cry from the pain, tears at the corner of your eyes as he twists the fabric in his hands, intensifying the pain as he rained down blow after blow. 

By the time he’s done your ass is glowing, and you feel like you’re on fire. He seems out of breath, too, almost as fucked out as you were. Both of you were taking shallow breaths and were red in the face, the depraved look in his eyes only igniting.

“What happened to my good girl, huh? Now you want to slut yourself out to my friends?” He stops spanking you and grabs your jaw, forcing you to meet his gaze in the mirror. You mewl as he drives up the wedgie, keeping you on your toes. You had mascara running down your cheeks already. His fingers go to your covered clit, rubbing you hard, knowing exactly how to touch you. “You want Jungkook’s cock instead of mine, all of the sudden?”

“No!” Your legs shake a bit under his menstruations. “Taehyung, please-“

“Please what?” He finally lets go of your underwear, letting it harshly snap against your skin, making you lurch forward. “You’re in no position to be asking for favors, sweetheart. Not when I see you grinding your ass against my best friend’s dick.”

He  yanks down your underwear, sneering at it. “Fucking drenched. Did Jungkook get you this wet?”

“No, I-“

“You what? You just want to be passed around the group, is that it? First Yoongi, then me, now Jungkook? Fuck, I didn’t know you were such a slut. If you were that cock hungry all you had to do was ask. I know Jungkook would love to see what your face would look like taking it up the ass. Told me so himself.”

He rubs your bare clit, watching you crumble in his arms. He holds you up by the neck, applying slight pressure, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your legs wobble and threaten to give out under you. You feel so weak in his grasp, and you feel your face burn with embarrassment. “Sir- I-“ Your eyes start to roll back, your orgasm already approaching. The fact that his degrading and vile words were turning you on showed how twisted you were, with just him rubbing you managing to get you to the edge.

“Not sir,” he growls in your ear, removing his hand from your throat and gripping your hair, tugging your head back as you whined. His gaze was menacing, locked with yours in the mirror, no sign of mercy in the reflection. “Taehyung. Taehyung is making you cum.”

“Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehy-“ You feel your orgasm wash over you as you collapse against the sink, your eyes rolled back. You try to catch your breath, Taehyung firm behind you as he let you ride it out. You felt lighter than air, like you were in a dream.

Taehyung flips you over to sit your ass down on the sink, standing between your legs to lean in and invade your space. “Kiss me,” he commands.

You oblige, closing your eyes and kissing him, feeling him dominate the kiss as soon as your lips met. You moan against his lips, hearing him unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down. You break off the kiss to see him whip his dick out, giving it a few strokes. He whips out his phone and tugs your hips closer to him. “Lift your dress over your tits for me, baby,” he says huskily. Who were you to deny him?

You lift it up to show your tits. You weren’t wearing a bra due to the design of the dress, which Taehyung seemed to appreciate. “What’re you doing?” you ask.

“Don’t worry, I won’t show your face,” Taehyung says. He puts his dick on your pelvis, letting his hips meet yours. You gaped as you looked down at his dick, the size intimidating to say the least. You hear the shutter of his camera going off. “Need to show Jungkook how deep I’m going to be in you.”

Your thighs instinctively twitched at his words, causing him to grin, putting his phone away. You presume he really did send the photo. Today was already bringing more surprises than you had anticipated. “You like the thought of that? Of him seeing what’s mine? Seeing this fat cock next to your tiny pussy?”

You gasp as he plunges his fingers inside of you, hovering over you as he studies your expression. The sound of his fingers diving inside of you repeatedly fill the room, and you grip onto Taehyung to keep balance. “I just-I saw you with Nayeon and…”

“And what? Baby got jealous?” He kept his fingers inside, instead repeatedly curling them into your g-spot. You bite your lip, moaning as he drove you closer to a second orgasm. 

“I just- I got in my head and I’m yours but you’re not mine, y’know?” You pant out the words, one hand grasping his wrist, feeling the tendons and muscle move as he went faster and faster. It felt like he was driving you crazy. “A-And we aren’t dating- and I have no right to-“

“Shut up,” Taehyung says, quickly slapping you across the face before grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a messy kiss. You unravel, coming a second time as you spammed around his fingers. You melt into the kiss, panting against his mouth as he finally let you pull back for air. “I’m yours too, idiot.”

“You are?” You blurt the words out, elated despite the sting against your cheek.

Taehyung grins, spreading your legs, adjusting you to slap his cock against your folds. “You want your boyfriend’s cock in you?”

You were probably looking at him with heart eyes when he said those words. “Yes, yes, please, give it to me.”

“It’s pretty big, baby, not sure you can handle it. Your cunt’s so tiny,” Taehyung says, sliding against you to get his dick wet. “Don’t want to hurt you.” 

“Don’t care, want you inside,” you say, leaning in to kiss him. You hold his face in your hands, the grin on both of your faces refusing to leave. “You’re mine right? Then give me what’s mine.”

“Hmm, if you insist, baby.” He smiles as he kisses you, positioning himself at your entrance before pushing inside. You gasp as he goes in deeper and deeper, until finally his hips are flush against yours. You feel so full, and Taehyung adds to it by pressing his hand against your lower stomach. “Feel how deep I am?” he purrs in your ear. 

His hips pull back, starting off with shallow thrusts. The pace increases, and you’re moaning every time he reaches a particularly deep spot inside of you that has you curling your toes. “Fuck, such a good slut. I’ve been wanting to ruin you since the moment I saw you,” Taehyung grunts, his moans sounding absolutely delicious in your ear. “Wanted to wreck this little pussy. Was so scared I would be too much for you- but you’re a bigger freak than I am.”

His thrusts get deeper, pulling back more. Your tits bounce from his rough thrusts, and you’re left gripping whatever surface you can for balance. “Taehyung, Taehyung please-“

“Please what, baby?” Taehyung questions, pulling back to look at you properly.

“Want to do everything with you. Anything you want. Want to do it all,” you say, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach.

“Mm, my girlfriend’s a little slut,” Taehyung smiles, slapping your clit, seeing your hips buck in response. “Into such nasty shit. Wants her boyfriend to do nasty things to her so she can cum.”

“Please let me cum,” you beg, bitting your lip as you feel your senses overwhelm you. His fingers persist, tag teaming you as his cock bullies your g-spot relentlessly. “Taehyung, Taehyung, Taehyung-“

“Fuck, cum on my cock then, slutty girl.”

You do so, a squeal escaping you as fluid splashes onto Taehyung’s lower abdomen. Your legs shook uncontrollably as you moan. Taehyung crashes his lips against yours, moaning in your mouth as he feels you squirt on him. “Fuck,” he grunts into your mouth, pulling out to jack off on your stomach. You’re both left panting, foreheads pressed together as you try to gather your breath.

He leans in, giving you soft kisses that break off into pecks. He’s so tender with you, such a difference compared to his demeanor before. “I’ll clean you up.”

He grabs a nearby towel and wipes the cum off of both of you. You stare up at him, trying to process that all of this was real. “You really mean it? That you’ll be my boyfriend?”

Taehyung chuckles a bit at that. “I was actually going to ask you tonight after the party, officially. Honestly I already considered you my girlfriend the moment you told me how you felt.”

You’re so happy to hear his words, your heart fluttering. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” he snickered. “I’m sorry you had to see me with Nayeon like that. We were just catching up. She’s got a boyfriend now anyways.”

“I’m not worried about her anymore,” you confirm. “I trust you.”

“You’re gonna have to trust me with all the shit I’m planning to do with you. I did say I wanted to ruin you.” He dives his thumb in your mouth, sucking in a breath when you immediately suck on it. Obedient and ready. “Shit, I’m getting hard again. Wanna have round two back at my place?”

You bite your lip at the prospect, thighs clenching together as you nod.

What can you say? You’re so whipped for your boyfriend.