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Trans male has risquĂŠ bulge/outline when wearing womenâs jeans and shorts, refuses to tuck or even just wear decent fitted clothing
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The partner being trans doesnât even have anything to do with the fact that itâs standard decency for males to keep their crotches under control in public, and that includes not wearing things that draw attention to (or perfectly outline) their dicks. Genitals are expected to be safely out sight behind clothing. Menâs clothing is made to accommodate a package down there and blend it in, whereas womenâs clothes expect only the slightest curve to the crotch, if any, and therefore dicks have nowhere to hide.
I sincerely believe these commenters are a) too blinded by the partnersâ gender id to apply their logic to any other non-trans-woman, and b) underestimating just how obvious the bulge must be and how often it happens, probably.
Also, I really doubt the partnerâs statement that he âdoesnât noticeâ AND is ânot bothered.â He has to have noticed at least a couple times if he wears womenâs jeans and shorts semi-regularly, and if he isnât self conscious about that it makes me wonder how it does make him feel to have people acknowledge his crotch in that wayâŚ
#One social norm I actually appreciate is that people wear clothing that completely covers genitalia#And no I donât consider breasts/nipples genitalia#Itâs just more sanitary and polite#It closes a lot of doors for perverts and the like#Having a bulge so obvious even if a person has innocent intentions will automatically put people but especially women on edge#Because it looks intentional#radfems do interact#radfem#radfems do touch#radfem safe#pro radfem#radblr#anti trans activism#tra bullshit
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I broke 2 mugs today while moving đ one with an alligator that says âlater gatorâ and an arkansas/missouri railroad mug I got a couple of summers back. My poor babiesâŚ
#my life is over!#the gator mug had one of those nice smaller-than-the-rest-of-the-mug bottoms that was good for stacking#and the railroad mug! Iâm so mad about that!#I never used the railroad one bc it was kinda small#but it was a souvenir from when I went on a cute train ride a couple of years ago#and they donât even sell it online! gotta ride the train to get one!#I mean it wasnât especially cute. black mug. gold letters. but I liked the reminder of spending the day with my family#so anyway I had stupidly put them on top of a pile of clothes in a box on the ground#then bumped the box into while walking by and⌠whoopsâŚ.#both mugs landed on the cement floor and broke their arms into many many leeeeeetle pieces#may have cracked the bodies but I didnât even check carefully. was distracted by disappointment#I dunnoâŚ#I donât have the skills to repair them. and like I said their arms are basically disintegrated#donât want to use cracked mugs to drink out of. not sanitary.#in the end⌠theyâre just mugs. nice mugs but still. just mugs.#then againâŚtheyâre still sitting in a garbage bag. very tempted to at least fish out the railroad mug. not like I ever drank from it anyway#âŚ. maybe ignore this post⌠weâll see if I feel like or remember to fish it out of the bag tomorrow#itâs not a gross trash bag. no food. just excess trash from packing and moving.#so maybe this whole post is for nothing#made me sad tho#hug your mugs tight for me#text
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Fallout 4: it's been 200 years! Buildings crumble, plants ruin the pavement, everything collapsing. Fabric? Indestructable baybee! Just a lil dusty and scratched! Get you a brand spankin new 200 year old jacket!
Honestly I just wanna see some weaving and seamstresses in the post apocalyptic world.
#fallout 4#clothes don't live for 200 years todd#you know men made it when...#such a female skill that they can't even consider it not just existing as if by magic#i know some of it is for setting but also how much thought did go into what happens after 200years?#not to even mention sanitary pads and tampons#who makes those?#a fabric maker would!#would be a hot commodity#give me fabric makers and seamstresses!
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8 months of using cloth pads and i entered a chemist's shop recently, saw an entire shelf of disposable sanitary napkins and got reminded that some people still do use disposable pads like
i genuinely completely forgot whisper stayfree sofy et al. existed???
#cloth pads#menstruation#menstrual cycle#sanitary napkins#sanitary pads#disposable sanitary napkins#periods#people who menstruate#period products
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Cleaning Thrifted Clothing!
Before you wear thrifted clothing you must absolutely clean it, but not just in the washer. You need to strip them too. âStrippingâ gets rid of layers of grime, must, and old detergent.
Thrifted clothing comes from many different households. Smokers, hoarders, pet-owners, etc. So itâs really important to get rid of all the previous grime before you use laundry detergent to seal it up!
What to use:
- White Distilled Vinegar
- Borax Powder
- OxiClean Powder
- Lysol No-Bleach Detergent (Final Step)
The best way to do this is to plug your tub and run the faucet on warm/hot. Follow the directions of Oxi and Borax and add them into the hot bath near the faucet. This step is when itâs really smelly, you mainly smell cigarettes and dust. Let soak overnight.
Drain the bath the next day and refill but with less of the powders. This time also add a cup to 2 cups of vinegar. Let soak for 4-5 hours. By this time you notice, the smell is basically gone.
I then hand-rinse each article of clothing with lukewarm water before transferring them to my washing machine. I add usual detergent/fabric softener/whatever you use but I also add a serving amount of the Lysol Detergent, this makes sure it is completely sanitized.
I have used this method time and time again with all of my thrifted clothing. It eliminates smells, stains, and any greasy feel. Enjoy your clean clothes!!
Pros:
- Eliminates the risk of allergens.
- Assures clean smelling clothes.
- Gets rid of stains.
- Products last a long time.
Cons:
- Time Heavy
- Would need to spend a little more money.
- Water Usage.
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#sanitary napkins#sanitary pads#vending machine#sanitary pad vending machine#sanitary pad disposal machine#sanitary pad incinerator#Cloth bag vending machine
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okay there's lead in pads and tampons. I get that. But what do I do with the ones I already had before I learned this? I plan to get cloth pads obviously but I still have a lot of the regular lead-filled ones.... someone suggested that I donate them but literally WHY would I donate something that poisons you?? That's just passing the problem onto someone else. I will not donate the pussy destroyer 9000
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What applications can PLA fiber be used forďź
Polylactic AcidďźPLAďźis known for its good mechanical properties and processability, which make it suitable for a wide range of applications.PLA can be made into short fibers, filaments, non-woven fabrics, etc, and PLA fiber is widely used in industries such as sanitary materials, clothing fabrics, home textiles and toy fillings, medical supplies, etc.
1.Sanitary Materials
PLA non-woven fabric has a smooth surface, does not absorb moisture, and has better fluidity, dryness, biocompatibility, and non-allergenicity, making it more suitable for people prone to allergies. It can be widely used in related fields of sanitary materials, such as the surface layer, diversion layer, and bottom layer of sanitary napkins and paper diapers, makeup remover cotton, wet wipes, face towels, membrane cloth, and other disposable sanitary products.
PLA fiber can meet the antibacterial requirements of disposable medical and sanitary products and solve the "white pollution" problem caused by disposable medical and sanitary products due to its biodegradability.
2.Apparel Fabrics
PLA fiber has physical properties similar to polyester/polyester materials, can be shaped, has good strength good dimensional stability, does not irritate the skin, is easy to wash and dry, and can also be functionalized by changing the process during spinning and adding other materials, such as moisture absorption and perspiration, UV protection, etc., thus developing uniquely advantageous apparel fabrics.
3.Home Textiles and Toy Fillings
â Fillings for quilts, pillows: Represented by hollow PLA short fibers, it can be pure PLA or blended with other fibers, replacing existing polyester-related fillers.
âĄBedding fabrics (interwoven, blended, etc.): Can fully utilize its advantages of being skin-friendly, non-irritating, non-allergenic, overcoming the shortcomings of polyester/cotton fabrics, having better dimensional stability than all-cotton fabrics, and being easy to wash, dry, and care for.
4.Medical Supplies
Masks, protective clothing, medical gauze, bandages, sheets, and high-end antibacterial products, etc.
5.Agriculture
In agriculture, PLA fibers are used to create mulch films and seed blankets that protect crops while reducing the need for chemical fertilizers and pesticides. These products naturally decompose, enriching the soil instead of polluting it.
6.Other Applications
Packaging materials, sand barriers, filter bundles, decorative board adhesives, etc.
Conclusion:
The widespread application of PLA fiber not only demonstrates its versatility but also represents another step forward on our path to a green future.
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For all my Australian followers!!!
El-Rahman is an organisation of volunteers currently helping to re-settle Palestinian refugees who recently arrived in Naarm/Melbourne. If youâd like to tangibly help improve Palestinian lives right now, they take monetary donations and have multiple drop off sites for supplies.
If you follow their Instagram, they will regularly update with what supplies are urgently needed, which range from furniture, to clothes, to sanitary pads.
Can't emphasise enough how important it is for people coming out of a warzone that their needs are taken care of. We should all strive to give a semblance of normalcy to these families who are traumatised and still going through immense suffering.
#im unfortunately getting to this late#the first few families started arriving in november#but this org is still regularly posting on what is needed!! please give generously!!#palestine#free palestine#gaza#free gaza#palestine relief
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i donât know which autistic/adhd/any kind of neurodivergent person needs to hear this but: make a âjust in caseâ bag
this is a pic of mine. it contains:
loop earplugs on the zipper
prescription glasses with a clip on sunglasses attachment
my public transport discount card
a pen
a glasses cloth + wet glasses wipes (which can also be used to clean my hands if needed!
wireless earbuds in case my headphones give out
tips for my apple pencil + silicon covers if i need a different texture/the sound is too loud
a sanitary pad (not for me, as i had a hysterectomy, but i like carrying one around for my menstruating friends)
a pouch with hair ties for when my hair bothers me
autism lanyard (not pictured, as i put it in after i took it)
will i use these every day? not necessarily. but itâs good to have these all in one place in a little pouch so itâs easy to throw into my bag as i use different ones for different occasions. that way i donât have to think about all these things individually.
it might seem like common sense for some people, but i didnât think of this until recently. so i wanted to share this in case it could be handy for other people. some more ideas for what to put in your bag under the break. you can make this as big or as small as you like so some ideas may seem a bit big
powerbank + cables (preferably a powerbank that has a LOT of charge)
snacks (do keep an eye on the expiration date)
painkillers/emergency meds (same thing about the expiration date)
sewing kit
deodorant/perfume
mini fan
hand warmers
scissors/nail clippers (for when tags/threads/your nails are bothering you)
tweezers
lucky charm (i have my lucky cat keychain. it just calms me to have)
plushie/stress ball/fidget toy
mints/a mini toothbrush and toothpaste
extra pair of underwear (for if you suddenly need to stay somewhere overnight or if an accident happens)
comb
band-aids + disinfectant
hand cream/soothing cream
soap/soap leaves
similarly, some mini shampoo or mini body wash (again for if you suddenly need to stay the night. thereâs probably already some wherever youâre staying but again. this is a just in case bag)
q-tips
chapstick
makeup remover wipes
razors
hand sanitizer/general sanitizer
wet wipes/tissues
foldable bag
ruler/tape measure
this is a lot but keep in mind, these are just ideas. you donât have to use everything, just pick out which things you think would be handy for you and make your bag accordingly. do feel free to add onto the list if you have any other ideas.
#tuna stuff#autism#actually autistic#autistic adult#autistic community#autistic things#adhd#actually adhd#audhd#actually audhd#adhd help#autism help#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#autism tips#adhd tips#neurodivergent tips#adhd problems#adhd struggles#autism struggles
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Diamond Heart
Part 2
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Summary: You finally decide to utilise your gym membership. Personal trainer!Jungkook
Genre: Romance, comedy, smut, angst
Warnings: Body image. Negative language. Heavy smut scene at the end.
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This is the second time I've uploaded this story. The first time, I received some pretty mean comments and messages. SOOOOOO I have to say, if you don't like. my writing, that's fine, just exit my page lol. Do not leave mean comments please.
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New year, new you, right? Your new years resolution was to get your body right, eat healthily, drink less and most importantly; get in the gym. However, it had been months since the new year had begun and you still hadnât utilised your gym membership. The fee was regularly from your bank account every month and you had yet to step foot into the establishment. You frowned every time you saw the transaction on your bank statement, but you did absolutely nothing about it.Â
But the influence of social media made you feel like you wanted to try and be a gym girlie. So you took your gym bag to work, placed It under your desk so you didnât have any excuse not to go. Plus, the gym was quite literally in your work building.Â
You sigh change into untouched gym clothes that you had bought all the way back at the end of December, preparing for your new yearâs resolution. Shame rushes over your body as you tear the tags from the tight fitting clothes and chuck them into the sanitary bin next to the toilet. Huffing and puffing you slide your socked feet into new exercise shoes. Stuffing your work clothes into the bag, you exit the bathroom stall and catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You didnât look too bad, you looked like someone who was ready to workout. If you looked the part, you could play the part.Â
Lugging the bag over your shoulder, you head to the gym.Â
It was pretty empty, you were surprised, as the majority of colleagues held a membership, considering all employees got a ten percent discount as your employers owned the building.
You guess that people donât usually come straight from work, they most likely go home and come back. But not everyone suffers from severe procrastination like you do.Â
Heading to the changing rooms, to put your bag away, you pass a very good looking man, you almost trip over as your eyes stick to him. He dressed in a baggy white shirt and shorts, his feet adorned in similar shoes to yours. His hair was cut in a cool way, it was kinda long, considering all the men at work and currently surrounding him, all sported cropped haircuts. His ears and his lips were embellished with piercings, you almost walked into a wall when you saw him playing with his lip piercings, the tip of his tongue, just grazing the shiny metal. Your gaze fleetingly drops to his arm, his tattooed arm. How was a man like this working here? He should be on the cover of vogue or something.Â
Tearing your eyes away from him, you manage to make it into the changing room, unscathed. You quickly lock away your bag and head back out onto the main floor, phone and AirPods in hand, ready to tackle the gym. And then it hits you a ton of bricks. You have no idea what youâre doing. You didnât know where to start, what equipment does what, what part of your body to focus on.Â
You look around at people lifting weights, running on the treadmills, using the equipment like pros.
Your eyes focus in on the 'smoke show' of a man that âbrieflyâ caught your eye earlier. He was now sitting behind the front desk and under a large poster for personal trainers. The poster read âIn the body gym: PT sessions available; first 2 sessions are freeâ. And if a sign from the universe, it doesnât fail to mention how the offer is time limited. You take it as a sign, plus you were most likely going to try the gym twice before never going again. Might as well get free personal training out of it.
With determination, you walk towards the front desk, before stopping in front of that man of a man. And thatâs when the words on your tongue freeze.Â
Jungkook notices a presence looming over him and he puts the finishing touches on the next promotional poster. He looks up and smiles. He noticed you when you first came in, you were a new face, he knew all the regulars who attended the gym and he had never seen you before. He would definitely remember a face like yours. He stands up.
âHello, how can I help you?â He rests his tattooed hand on the desk and he notice how your eyes grow larger at the sight.
Your words are still finding it hard to get out of your mouth. You probably look like such a weirdo, standing there and staring at him. You manage to lift your finger and gesture to the poster behind him.
He smiles and his smile is the brightest smile youâve ever seen.
âYou want to book a PT session?âÂ
You nod and swallow the lump that had been lodged in your throat since you walked up to the desk.
âSorry, yes, Iâd like to book five.â You fumble to pull out your credit card from the back of your phone.
âI can just add the fee to your account. You donât need to pay directly. The fee wonât be noticeable until the third session, on the account of our offer.â He leans forward to adjust your account.Â
You can see down his shirt from the angle. And by the sight you can tell that he works in a gym. Hell, he might even live in it.Â
He clicks a few times and quickly straightens back up, you swiftly divert your gaze.
âYou are free to start your first session today.â He comes out from behind the desk and he towers over you, your knees buckle. Maybe thatâs something you need to work on. Do your knees have muscles? Can you make them stronger?
âOkay, should I wait here for the trainer?â You ask.
He goes behind the desk, ducks down and then comes back out.
He extends his hand and you stare at him in confusion.
He retracts his hand, and rubs the back of his neck.
âI donât know why I did thatâŚâ He awkwardly chuckles, shaking his head.
It canât be. Thereâs no way that heâs your P-
âIâm your trainer. I hope thatâs okay, the other guys are fully booked and I had a cancellation today, so I thought itâd be a cute jokeâŚâ He trails off, taking note of the smile growing across your face.
You feel kinda at ease seeing him get a little awkward attempting to joke with you. He looked like he should be the cockiest motherfucker ever, but second by second he was proving that he was the complete opposite of that. It was endearing but there was no way he could be your personal trainer, not like you had a shot with him anyway, he probably had a really fit and hot girlfriend. You digress, you didnât want him to see you all sweaty, breathing hard and struggling to complete simple moves.Â
He looks at you, his eyes doubling in size. He can tell youâre slightly uncomfortable, he could almost visualise the Neurons firing off in your head. He was attracted to you, thatâs for sure, he wasnât trying to come off as creepy. Maybe he did, and now you donât want to train with him, maybe youâll cancel your membership too.
He rapidly looks around the gym, hoping to catch the eye of one of his colleagues, so he could offer to trade clients. He catches Namjoonâs eye, but before he could call him over, you speak;
âIt was funny, Iâm just a bit scared.â
His gaze meets your eyes again. He internally feels a huge rush of relief. Thank goodness he didnât scare you away.
âOh good.â He tucks his hair behind his ear.
Cute. You think.
âWhy are you scared?â He quickly follows up.
Shifting your weight between your feet, you answer, your voice barely audible over the EDM base leaking through the speakers.
âI donât want to embarrass myself. Youâre a professional and I donât want to make a fool of myself.â You play with your earbud case, avoiding eye contact.
You wouldnât be his first client who had that same fear, it was completely natural to be scared of embarrassing yourself. He felt the same way when he started boxing, the first session was nerve-racking, scared of getting anything wrong. But all you need is a good and supportive trainer. And if says so himself, thatâs what he thinks he is.
âDonât be scared. Iâm here to help you. Weâll start slow, okay?â He offers a warm smile and places his large hand on your shoulder.
You almost fall from the feeling of his hand on your bare shoulder. Yes, you were acting like a teenage girl who had never interacted with a man before. But look at him. You were a grown ass woman who had never interacted with a man that looked like him before.
He leads you over to a room separate from the rest of the gym, closed off with glass doors, allowing you to see the whole place. Inside the room were a few exercise balls, foam roller and weights. The floor was soft and covered in mats.
He takes you over to the furthest mat in the room.
âJust me and you here, so donât be nervous. This section is pretty discreet.â He reassures you.
You smile and place your phone and earbuds down on the floor next to the two mats you were currently occupying.
âWe are going to start with stretching, so please sit down. I might have to help you with some of the positions. I hope you donât mind being stretchedâŚâ His voice quietens as he realises how it sounds.
His cheeks flush a pretty pink. A hot flash that runs through you, leaves a thin layer of sweat on your hairline.
And so it begins.
The next morning you wake up sore as fuck. All that extra stretching at the end of the session seemed useless now. Your legs feel like lead as you swing them out of bed and headed to the bathroom. As you sit on the toilet, your thighs scream at you, it was almost as if you could feel every fibre of your muscles tear.Â
Your phone buzzes on the countertop. Finishing your business, you wash your hands and run the shower.
You tap the screen on your phone to see a message from Jungkook. He said it was important to have direct contact with each other, just incase he wanted to recommend some gym wear or if you had any questions.Â
Jungkook (Gym): âHope yesterday didnât tire you out too much. You did great đ â
Another comes in as you finish reading.
Jungkook (Gym): âI hope to see you at the gym (or outside) soon! Make sure to book another session! đâ
You quickly pick up your phone, steam fills the room as the water continues to gush from the pipes.
It vibrates in your hand.
Jungkook (Gym): âSorry if that was unwarranted.â
It vibrates again. You didnât want to risk opening the messages just incase you were unsure of what to say. You really didnât want to leave him on read unintentionally.
Jungkook (Gym): âPlease ignore the last two messages đŁ .âÂ
Jungkook (Gym): âLets pretend that didnât happen. Sorry for the spam đÂ
You click on the notification and unlock your phone.Â
You: Its okay đ My body feels like its on fire every time I move, is that normal?
You fire off the text.
Jungkook (Gym): âYes đ completely normal. You should buy a foam roller to massage your muscles~ But more stretching should help in the mean time. Here is a video to follow (its me btw đł)â
He sends a link to a Youtube video. Youâre intrigued. The gym seemingly had a YouTube channel. The link loads and then you see Jungkook on your screen. Holding the phone in one hand, you quickly turn off the shower and head to your bedroom. Careful not to walking into any walls, you sit on your bed.Â
He greets the audience cheerfully, informing them that this was a tutorial for stretching to relieve muscle ache. He is wearing the gymâs merch, not like when you saw him the day before, it wasnât a baggy t-shirt, no. This time it was a form fitting sleeveless, lycra shirt, with the gymâs logo nestled between his sculpted pecs. His vibrant tattoos more on show than they were in person. His legs were wrapped in shorts, that fell just above his knees.Â
He encourages the viewers to get an exercise mat or find a soft surface. You follow his instruction. A loud groan escapes your lips as you struggle to sit down.
He sports the brightest smile as he guides the (most likely thirsty) watchers through the exercises.
You strain your muscles as you attempt to toe touch. And then he says something that brings you back to the previous day, during your session.
âYou might need a partner to stretch you, if you canât get far enough. Itâll feel really good.â
You were being advised on how to stretch and then when it came to this specific stretch. You were laying on your back, hands clasped around your knee. You knew that you werenât flexible, but you didnât know that you were this stiff. You tried your best to pull your leg into your chest, but you couldnât anything.
âIts not working.â You say, letting your leg drop to the ground with a thud.
Jungkook chuckles and looks down at you, arms crossed, his biceps bulging. The strength it took to not stare was more than what you used to lift the weights.
âI think you need help.â He kneels down in front of you.
He pauses.
âI can help you, if you want.âÂ
You nod.
He mutters an âokay, greatâ, before asking you to resume the position. He moves forward, putting his body over yours, placing his hands on your calf and pushing your leg up and down.
You almost moan with how good the stretch felt. You try your damn hardest not to concentrate on the man who was currently on top of you. You tried not to take notice of his scent, or the small scar on his cheek, or the mole under his lip.
âCan you feel it now?â He smirks.
He knew you could feel it, he heard the noise you let slip. He tries not to think anything of it, but his mind runs wild. He had to be professional. Plus you hadnât indicated that you were interested in him in the slightest.
You nod again. He sits back on his heels and lets go of your leg.
Youâre pulled out of your reminiscent state by a notification and the sound of the phone vibrating against the floor.
Jungkook (Gym): Did it help? đ˘Â
You quickly reply with no thoughts. Empty headed.
You: Its not the same without you
He was gonna think you were like all those other woman in the gym who thirsted over him. You needed to fix it.
You quickly send another message.
You: *your help âşď¸Â
Jungkookâs heart sank at your correction. Maybe you werenât interested. You probably in a relationship and the last thing you wanted to deal with was a creepy PT harassing you. He doesnât reply.
You spend your whole shower thinking about being left on read.
Your closest co-worker, Bethany, sits across from you during in lunch. She notices how you barely make conversation, or keep the conversation. You check your phone every 5 minutes.
âWho are we waiting for?â She asks, her fork digging around in her bowl.
âHuh?âÂ
She chuckles.
âYouâre obviously waiting for someone to text. You keep on looking at phone like every two seconds. So, who are we waiting for?â
You didnât know you were being that obvious.Â
âWell⌠My personal trainer is a total twenty out of ten. And he messaged me this morning to give me some stretching tips, and I may have ended our last convo on a creepy note. And now I think that heâs ghosting me because I was a creep. He probably blocked me. Iâm probably banned from the gym.â Words rush out of your sauce covered lips. Maybe spaghetti wasnât the best meal to have in the middle of the day.
Bethany shoves a napkin in your face, which you accept gratefully. She request to see the messages. Embarrassed, you hand your phone over to her.
She remains silent as she scrolls down the screen.
âHe has a crush on you.â She finally speaks, her eyes fixed on the screen, her thumb pressing down. She was doing more than looking at the messages.
âYou better not be sending another message.â You warn her, hand reaching across the table.
She swiftly moves her chair back, so your phone is out of reach.
âIf you donât snatch him up, someone else will. Oh my God, he isâŚâ She doesnât finish her sentence, she turns the screen towards you. And you freeze. It is a picture of a rather muscular manâs bare back, the hair at the nape of his neck was wet with sweat. And the tattooed arm⌠You knew that arm. It was in your dreams last night.
âW-where did you find that?â
She smiles and her thumb resumes the swiping motion.
âIt was in his previous profile pictures.â She leans back in her chair.
âHis picture is a brown dog.â You sit back, the image burnt into your eyes.
How were suppose to act now that youâve seen that? All you can imagine is digging your nails into that back as-
See? Youâve been corrupted. No, you must be ovulating, that why the impure thoughts plague your mind. Youâve seen good looking men before, but youâve never had such a primal reaction before. You also didnât know him well enough to like anything besides his looks. His very, very, very good looks.
âHe has a ton of pictures. He may be the first guy ever whoâs good at taking pictures. Damn, look at this.â She turns the screen towards you once more. This time he was standing in a mirror, hair slicked back and in a black button down.Â
âI can never go back to the gym. I guess my new years resolution is not going to be fulfilled.â You sigh, leaning forward to put your head in your arms.
Suddenly, Bethany gasps.
âHe replied.â She smiles.
Your heart drops to your stomach.Â
âI canât look. You read it.â You close your eyes, not wanting to look at her face.
She clicks on the notification. It felt as if seconds were taking hours to pass.
âAww~âÂ
Your head pops up, eyes shoot open.
âAww?âÂ
She nods.
âHe said âIâd be glad to help, I like you.â
You lunge forward and grab the device out of her hand.
It shakes in your hand
Jungkook (Gym): * your company đÂ
Your heartbeat quickens and a smile spreads across your face. He was nicely making fun of you, recalling back to your little save earlier.
âIf you donât go for it, I will.â Bethany jokes, her engagement ring, glistening under the lighting of the restaurant.
You sit back in your chair, clutching the phone, thinking of a reply. The phone buzzes again.
Jungkook (Gym): I hope I didnât ruin my chances of asking you out for dinner after our training sessions. I hope it didnât come off as creepy đ¤˘Â
You didnât dwell on a reply, you thumbs swiftly move across the screen as you type out a reply.
You: Why wait? đŤ¤Â
Jungkook didnât want to rush anything just incase the attraction was purely physical. You still had four sessions left. He didnât want to put either of you in that uncomfortable position of feeling like you were stuck with someone you had a bad experience with. What if you found him boring, or strange, or creepy? Oh he was so stupid, luckily you seemed interested, but he didnât even ask if you were single or not, he just pounced on you like some sort of predator.
Jungkook (Gym): I want you to keep on coming to the gym. I want it to go well.
Your heart melts. It was endearing. That someone that looked like him could be nervous.Â
You send a heart emoji and lock your phone, placing it screen down on the table. As youâre about to open your mouth to discuss your messages with Bethany, your phone rings. Flipping it up, you see the name on the screen; Jungkook.
You show Bethany. She snatches the device from you and answers it, shoving it to your ear.
âHello?â You say.
âHi. How are you?â His silky, yet raspy voice bleeds through the speakers.
Your eyes zero in on the left over food on your plate, your finger mindlessly tracing patterns into the table.
âI-Iâm good. You?âÂ
You could hear the EDM music that played in the gym come through the phone. It must be at work.
âSame. Uh, do you want to come in today? I could help the soreness go away? Well, not completely, but feel better?â He suggests, shyly. You practically see his tattooed arm raise to go behind his neck to shake through the back of his hair.
You didnât have any plans to go to the gym for another 2 days Your sweaty clothes were still stuffed in your gym bag next to your front door. You hadnât even bothered to put them in the laundry.
âUh⌠I donât have my gym clothes today.â You lean back in your chair.
Jungkook was unsure of how he was going to come off but he had to try. He really wanted to see you, he felt pathetic having a crush like this. Pursuing a crush like this.
âWe have gym apparel here.â He says.
You almost scoff. Not meaning to come off as condescending. You try to disguise the scoff as a cough.
âIâm not really a gym girlie. So Iâm not into buying gym clothes like that⌠Iâll be come in on Friday tho-â
He cuts you off.
âIâm looking at the system now and your membership actually expires tomorrow. You signed up for a 6 month contract and well⌠its been 6 months.âÂ
He was telling the truth, but he was coming off as desperate.
âOh. Um, Its my lunch break right now, I guess I could quickly come in to renew. Iâll be there soon.â
You both mutter a quick farewell before ending the phone call.
âSounds like he really wants to see you.â
You walk into the gym, feeling slightly uneasy dressed in your work clothes, your heels sinking into the padded floor. You immediately spot Jungkook who was currently with a client at one of the machines, a young woman who looked like she didnât really need to be in the gym, but thats probably what hard work and dedication gets you. Results. He was dressed casually as always, a t-shirt and baggy shorts. This time a beanie encased his raven locks. You rip your gaze away from the two of them and head to the front desk. A young man greets you, you read his name tag âNamjoonâ. He was tall, buff and oh so handsome. Was that the requirement to work at this gym?
How can I help you today?â Namjoon asks.
âHi, I need to renew my membership.â You start.
The man smile, his dimple becoming more prominent with every tooth that displays.
âSure, whatâs your name?â His fingers ready to enter your information into the computer.
You give him your name, placing your handbag on to the counter to find your ID just incase.
Namjoonâs eyebrows reach his hairline and his yells for Jungkook. Youâre startled at the sudden outburst. You look up at him in confusion. He gives you a curt smile before backing away from the counter and jogging over to Jungkook. You follow him with your eyes as he approaches Jungkook. Youâre unable to hear their conversation as a count of the the loud music and the distance. You see Jungkook turn to his client and she dismounts from the machine and takes a swig of water. The two men exchange a few words before Jungkook heads your way. He approaches you with a gleaming smile on his face. You return a shy grin.
He jogs behind the counter.
âIs there a problem? Couldnât Namjoon, is that his name? Couldnât he do it?â You tilt your head in wonder.
Jungkook felt a pang of jealousy in his chest, he didnât enjoy the fact that you seemed to want Namjoon to assist you when he was right there.
You notice his eyes flicker and his smile falter.
âYou looked busy, I didnât want to bother you.â You reach your hand out in defence.
His smile returns at its luminescence.
âIts no bother. I was expecting you.â Types in your information into the system and prints out a new contract. He quickly turns around to grab the sheet of paper from the printer. You take the time to admire his back, the image of his shirtless back flashing through your mind.Â
Your thoughts are interrupted when he puts the contract down on the counter and gestures to the pen perched in itâs stand. He tells you where to sign. You quickly sign and date on the dotted line before handing it back to him.
âDo you want to grab dinner tonight?â He asks.
Youâre taken aback by the sudden invite.Â
Before you could respond, Jungkookâs client saunters over to the two of you.
âKookie, are we going to finish the session?â She leans on the counter, and you take the opportunity to take a glance at her body. She had the physique of a dancer, or a model. She was definitely on someoneâs (your) vision board.
You werenât an overly insecure person, but thats was mostly because you kept to yourself and limited your use of social media. But in times like these, when you unintentionally comparing yourself to another woman who was just simply existing in the presence of a good looking man. You wrap your blazer around your waist trying to shield your shape as you feel her eyes dart up and down your body.
âYeah give me one second.â He doesnât turn away from you.
Jungkook was about to open his mouth, when the lady interrupts;
âHeâs really good. Heâll get you into shape in no time! He also offers meal plans, if he hasnât told you already.â She gives you the once over one more time.Â
You feel yourself fold in. Your shoulder slump and chest caves in. You suddenly become aware of your body and how different it was in comparison to all the people in the gym. In comparison to Jungkook, who was seemingly trying to ask you out right now. You thought of his intentions. Was he trying to garner more business for the gym? Was he going to take you out and suggest that you sign up for more PT sessions? Or maybe he was simply doing his job? And he asked all his clients out to dinner so he could monitor their eating habits?
Or MAYBE it was worse; and he got a kick of leading innocent woman into thinking they had a chance with men like him. And all the people at the gym knew it?
âClara, Iâll be over in 5 minutes. Namjoon is gonna take over for a while.â He gestures over to Namjoon, who was leaning against a machine, patiently waiting for her to return.
She scoffs before walking away, making a point to sway her hips as she walks away. Jungkook rolls his eyes and looks back at you, a smile resting on his visage.
âAre you free tonight?â He asks, his eyes grow with hope.
The hope soon dissipates when he watches your face distort with uncertainty.
âLook, I donât want you to go above and beyond for me. I just want to get used to coming to the gym first. Um⌠I know Iâm not a supermodel but-.â He stops you.
âWhat?â He brows furrow in confusion. He runs through the past few minutes in his head and wonders where he may have misled you. He knew he sometimes had the misfortune of mixing up his words and confusing people, but he honestly didnât think he mixed up his words this time. He barely spoke.
âI appreciate your help, but please donât feel obliged to go outside the boundaries of the gym t-.â He cuts you off again.
âBoundaries?â He questions.
You swallow the hard lump that had formed in your throat, you already felt small, but you felt yourself becoming smaller.
âYeah. I know you offer âmeal plansâ. But we donât have to go out for dinner in order for you to sell them to me.â You choke out.
Jungkookâs eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open.
âI-I. No.â Is all he can say.
âNo?â
âNo. I want to take you out because I like you. Well I like what I know of you. I want to get to know you. I think youâre gorgeous by the way.â The last part comes out under his breath.
Youâre lost for words, you donât know whether you should apologise or question his response.
âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable. I wanted to wait until after our sessions were done so you didnât get the wrong impression.â He looks down at his shoes.
You felt so bad, jumping to conclusions, you were the one who forced to ask you sooner. He was trying to make you comfortable, he never said anything about your appearance or made you feel any less than. You forced your insecurities on a really nice guy, who showed a little interest in you.Â
âIâm sorry. Maybe I should get another trainer. And Iâm-â His gaze meets yours, eyes wide.
âNo, no! I still want to be your trainer and take you out! I just hope I didnât give you the wrong impression. I really like you.â
You shift in your spot, clutching your bag.
He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps the screens a few times. He shows you the screen.
âLook, if you donât want to get dinner, which I understand. Lets go here. Its a painting cafe, its open til late night and they have drinks. Its really chill. You mentioned in our first session how you wanted yo do something creative, right?â
You smile, he was seemingly trying so hard.
âOkay.â You say, coyly.
He beams.
âOkay?â
You nod.
âIâll meet you outside at 6:30?â He locks his phone and slides it back into his pocket.
âOkay!â You smile before turning around and walking away.
This time, Jungkook watches you walk away, failing at containing the smile that had exploded on his face.
Jungkook knew his last client of the day felt rushed, he didnât bother with the final stretches like he usually does, he didnât even bother to jokingly flirt with the 75 year old woman like he usually did either. He aided her in putting the 2kg weights back on the rack before running into the menâs changing room, stripping and jumping into the shower.Â
He scrubbed his body head to toe, making sure to get rid of the grime from the day.
Before he knew it, he was waiting outside of the building, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He catches a glimpse of his reflection and he immediately fixes his hair, one strand would not stay in its place, he knew he needed to use more hair gel. He shouldâve asked Jimin if he could use a little more.Â
Staring through the glass, he saw you coming, caught up in the crowd of people who were dying to get home.Â
Finally, you come through the doors and walk up to him. You greet him brightly, hoping he canât hear the nerves plaguing your voice.
He beams at you and asks about your day. He informs you that the place wasnât too far away and was in walkable distance.
The start of the date was awkward, as expected, no more than a few words at a time being exchanged. He was ever the gentleman, before picking out a design for your canvases, he helped you out with your apron. You fought to keep your knees from buckling as he came in close from behind to tie the back. You do the same for him, the height difference, between the two of you becoming ver present, as well as the broadness of his back.
The host lead you two a secluded room, as you both clutched your chosen designs in hand. The room was quite romantic, low lighting, except for the luminous light surging each easel. There was a table separating the two chairs, displaying the paint and the brushes. You glance at Jungkook and see the look of glee.
You both place the canvases on the easels and take your seats. The host, takes place in front of the two of you.
âYou have 2 and a half hours, you are free to use all the material here. If you need anymore, please press the call button.â She gestures to the button, stuck to the end of the table, covered in the paint bottles.
She continues;
âThis is an evening painting session, so we now serve wine at the bar. Selective dishes are also available to order. Coffee and snacks are still available. And⌠please refrain from any inappropriate behaviour, or you will be asked to leave and banned from the premise. We do have CCTV in each room.â She offers an awkward smile and swiftly leaves the room.
Jungkook hopes you donât think that he brought you here for illicit reasons. Maybe youâd think he was one of those sleazy guys who take women to private rooms and try it on with them. Shit. You havenât said anything. Shit. He hasnât said anything. Heâs been in his head for the past few seconds.
âI hope Iâm not bad at this.â You say, breaking the silence, with a light laugh.
He turns to you and smiles, picking up a paintbrush and offering it to you. You take it and return the smile.
From then on, the date runs smoothly. You both decide to order a bottle of wine and share a plate of pasta. One bottle turned into two, and the room was filled with laughter and stories. The misunderstandings of the afternoon long forgotten. Before you knew it, a voice came through a small speaker, you didnât know was there, reminding you that you had 10 minutes left.
In a burst of tipsy laughter, the two of you hurriedly finish your paintings.Â
Picking up your painting and Jungkook to the âdrying stationâ, located, near the entrance. You both remove your paint covered aprons before attending to your paintings once again. You take a peek at his masterpiece before you flick on the hairdryer.
âHow are you real?â You ask in disbelief.
He tilts his head in confusion.
âYou look amazing, youâre nice, and you can paint. What canât you do?â You giggle.
He laughs and shakes his head.
âNo, no. I- You- I mean thank you. But I think the same about you.â He says quickly turning on his hairdryer, aiming it at his picture.
The hum of the machines fill the room, echoing your laughter that once filled your ears. Your ears, that were now flushed with flattery.
The hostess takes both paintings, wrapping them up carefully, and handing you both your respective bags. She taps on the register, reading off the total bill. You reach in your bag to find your card, yeah, it was a date, but you felt strange standing there as Jungkook paid for something that couldâve easily been a platonic date⌠Your thoughts are interrupted.
âDo you want the receipt?âÂ
âHuh?â The sound slipped out.
Jungkook looks at you before answering.
âNo thank you. Thank you, have a nice evening.â His free hand grabs yours and he guides you both outside.
So⌠not a platonic date then.
The street was much busier than it had been than when you had arrived. It was filled with people unwinding after a long day at work, ready for the weekend. It was also littered with loved up couples, holding hands, looking for places to eat, talking to each other about who knows what. If anyone were to look at the two of you, they would think you were one of those lovelorn couples. The way your hand fit in his, pace matching his, laughter mixing harmoniously with his.
âThank you for tonight. I had so much fun.â You pull him to a stop, pulling him into a side road, away from the foot traffic.
Jungkook feels his heart swell, he was so happy. He felt like it went well, but to hear you say it? Made him feel like he was flying. To think that a few hours ago, it was all almost slipping away from him. He found himself drawn to you, he couldnât explain it. He always believed that thatâs how heâd find his âpersonâ. It would just feel right. And it does.
âMe too. Thank you for giving me a chance.â He takes both your hand in his, eyes growing double in size.
You didnât think it was possible for a man like him to look cute, but here he was, with his eyes shining, looking down at you. Looking as adorable as ever. You move closer, you were aware of your actions, but you also knew that the wine you drank was giving you the courage to do what you were about to do.
âI would like to k-â
âYes.â A puff of air tickles your lips, as he closes his eyes.
He doesnât feel anything.
He opens his eyes and steps back.
âOh Iâm sorry, I as-â
You pull him in and plant you lips on his. Its not perfect, you miss slightly, you feel his lips curl into smile. His hand leaves yours and meets your waist, bringing you in closer, he readjusts his lips on yours. His lip rings indenting into the plum flesh of your bottom lip. You have the sudden urge to feel it on your tongue. You swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, letting it tease the metal accessory for a few milliseconds before slipping it into his mouth. A low growl rumbles in his throat and he tangles is tongue with yours. Your hand finds its way to the back of his neck, fingers delving into the hair at the nape of his neck. His hand wonders from your waist to your lower back, fingers inching closer to your behind.
The sound of a throat clearing brings you to a halt.
You separate, the rustling of your bags, sounding like teens laughing at their peers being caught making out at a high school house party.
âWe should uh⌠get going.â You say, using your fingers to wipe the saliva from your mouth.Â
Jungkook licks his lips and nods. You were more than ready to go about being awkward and distant but that was never his plan, he grabs your hand and walks with you like heâd been kissing you like that.
He walks you back to the work building and calls you a taxi. You both bid each other a sweet goodnight, exchanging smiles and hugs before parting ways.
Jungkook makes sure to text you as soon as he watches your taxi drive down the road, telling you how much he enjoyed spending time and how he hopes he could do it sometime soon.Â
Your heart jumps at the sound of your phone vibrating in your bag. It does backflips as your eyes take in his words. For the second time that evening you ask him;
You: How are you real? đÂ
He smiles to himself as he heads home, he snaps a quick picture of himself and sends it.
Jungkook đ: Very real and all yours lol
He immediately regrets sending it. Fingers scrambling, he sends a second message.
Jungkookđ: If youâll have me đĽ´Â
He must be playing a joke on you, right? What does this tall, handsome, funny, sweet PERSONAL TRAINER want with you? Heâs seen you, right? Heâs seen the other women who go to his gym, right?Â
Jungkook looks at his message and sees the â1â disappear. You read it. And you werenât replying. He came on too strong. Great, he ruined the perfect evening.
Just as about he was about to type out an apology, your message pops up.
You: Do you have a fetish or something?
He furrows his eyebrows. Figuring texting is messing up true feelings, he presses the voice call button.
Your eyes widen when you see his name on your screen. You pick up.
âHi.âÂ
âHey. Fetish?â He gets right to it.
âYeah. You knowâŚâ Your voice comes out as a whisper.
He stops walking, he sits on a bench.
âI donât know. To be honest, Iâm very confused.â
You felt so embarrassed. You let your insecurities get the best of you and sabotage this relationship before it had the chance to even start.Â
âJungkook. Youâre you andâŚâ
You pause. You feel your eyes water.Â
âIâm me. Iâm not in the best shape and Iâm not skinny or have a perfect hourglass figure. Iâm definitely heavier than you.â You let out a dry laugh.
âIâm struggling to understand and believe that you like me. And that this isnât some sort of sexual thing.â Your breath shakes.
Jungkookâs brows are now in permanent furrowed state, that never crossed his mind. Of course it didnât because he didnât think of you like that.
He says your name. It was different from the way youâve heard it said by other guys before when youâve brought up the same issue. He didnât say with defeat or dipped in grease. It was usually followed by âyou should take it as a compliment, I think big girls are sexyâ. âI wanted to see what it was likeâ
Jungkook said nothing of the sort;
âIâm me and youâre you. I like you. I like everything about you. Well, what I know so far, I want to know more. I want to go on more dates, I want to see where this goes. Hopefully it can go far. Iâd really like that. And you may not understand why I like you, but you donât have to right now, Iâll show you. Iâm sorry if a guy has made you feel like youâre a plaything and not likeable. I wish I could punch him.â
You laugh.
âI like hearing you laugh. I want to be the reason for that. Thank you telling me how you feel and not just ghosting. I appreciate it. â You could hear him smile through the phone.
He couldnât be real. But you had to tell yourself he was or youâd fuck it up.
âThank you for not being weirded out.â You sniffle.
He laughs.
âAfter kissing me like that? Iâm locked in.â
2 months later
Jungkook was a very understanding and patient boyfriend. He mustâve gotten a lot of practice from his job as a personal trainer. He pushed you to try new things, go to new places, but he always made sure you were comfortable. He was a living manifestation of your dream man.
He had asked you to be his girlfriend during your 5th and final training session. You were stretching together, he had your leg stretched out and next to your head (definitely not gym approved), when he âpopped the questionâ. You agreed very quickly and kissed him, only for the kiss to be interrupted by âClaraâ, the client who was convinced that she was playing the long game with Jungkook.
She lets out a loud gasp before storming out of the room.
âI think I may have lost you a client. Sorry.â You giggle.
He pecks your lips and releases your leg.
âBut I gained a girlfriend.
Jungkook invites you over for a movie night after work on a Friday night. Heâs ever the gentleman, he waits outside the building, takes your bag and holds your hand the entire walk to his house. You had been over to apartment on several occasions. But never for an overnight stay, for a moment or two before heading out. You head to the bathroom, taking your overnight bag, you wash off your makeup, change out of work clothes and into a oversize shirt and sleep shorts. Neatly folding your clothes back into your bag, you head back out into the living room.
He looks up at you as you place your bag under the breakfast bar.
âYou look cute.â He smiles, cutting up strawberries into a bowl.
You walk up next to him, your brushing up his broad back and wrapping around his waist. You kiss his cheek.
âThank you.â You kiss his jaw.
You were both quite wary when it came to physical intimacy, youâd cuddle, hold hands and occasionally kiss, but things were moving very slowly. You wondered if he was even attracted to you (you tried to push the bad thoughts to the back of your head) , as he rarely ever initiated contact. You were still trying to come across has chill and nonchalant, but the truth was⌠you were horny. You wanted to jump his bones every time you saw him, he was gorgeous. He had been bragging about a delicious dish that he learned to make, and how excited he was to show you. You were a bit reluctant about accepting the invite, youâd been to his apartment before, but for only a few minutes at a time. You had never spent time with him in his house with access to a bed.
You help him cook, despite him telling you to sit down. You both sit down and enjoy the meal, sharing laughs and stories from the day. After eating, you wash up together, feeling very domestic.
Drying your hands, you shyly you ask;
âShould we watch a movie?âÂ
Jungkook dries the last bowl and smiles, that shy smile that you adored so much.
âSure, the remote is on the couch. Pick whatever.â
You place the dish towel down ever so carefully, the silence lingering in air before you speak.
âI uh was thinking we could uh watch it in your bedroom. If youâre comfortable of course.â You pick the towel up once more, wringing it in your hands, palms turning red.
He notices your hesitation, places the bowl in the cabinet, gently pulls the towel out of your hands and wraps his arms around you. You immediately relax into the hug.
âDonât be nervous to ask for things like that. I want to cuddle with you wherever. Itâll be nice.â
Before you knew it, you were under the sheets with Jungkook on top of you, lips locked, legs too, entangled in a heated position. One arm was around his neck and one was around his tiny waist, sneaking up his shirt. He moaned into the kiss, the deep guttural sound causing a pool arousal to soak your underwear. His large hand had naturally made its way on to your breasts, he has growled at the feeling of your braless tits in his hand. His other hand was above you, resting on the pillow. He let his body rest on you a little, increasing your temperature ever so slightly. You gasp into his mouth, feeling something firm pressed against your stomach. He kisses your lips once more before moving to your cheek, down to your jaw and then your neck, sucking your skin slightly. You werenât a particularly vocal person in bed, but his actions were making hard for you to keep quiet, involuntary whines escaping your body.
âI-Iâm h-hot.â You whimper.
He smirks.
âYeah, you are.â
You snort.
âNo~ Iâm literally hot, can we take off the blanket?âÂ
âOh.â He laughs and flips the blanket off, rolling to the side of you, leaning on his elbow.
He stares at you. Before you could ask a question, his lips are on yours again. His hand cups your jaw. You kiss him back fervently, your hand
He pulls away, lips a hairbreadth from yours. His hand travels down your body, caressing your breast, squeezing your waist. Which makes you tense up. Your waist and stomach were areas that you were self conscious about, it felt like he was squeezing your flaws.Â
Think about something else. Thinking about something else.
He feels you go stiff.
âAre you okay?â He asks, lips pink and swollen.
You nod.
âJust touch me.â You grab his hand and place it on your waistband.
He bites his lips, without breaking eye contact, his fingers disappear into your shorts. He touches you over your panties first. He moans at the feeling of the soaked material.
âYouâre so wet. All for me?â He smirks, eyebrows raised.
Your breath gets caught in your throat as he moves your panties to the side and his thumb meets your clit, fingers gliding over your folds. He takes his time before curling his long fingers into you, causing your to moan out in pleasure, wrapping your fingers around his wrist. He slowly fucks his fingers into you. The room is filled with the crude wet sound of your heat and the murmur of the voices of the long forgotten movie playing on TV.
Youâve never sounded like this before, unintelligible sounds tumbling from your lips as he pumps his digits in and out, hitting that place deep inside you.
âY-yourâe gonna make me c-â You kiss him and place your hand on his bulge that had been growing.
He hisses, bucking into your hand. He takes his fingers out of you and hurriedly removes your shorts and underwear. You barely have time to think when his mouth meets your centre. His thick tongue licks you up, sucking on your pearl, like the best candy heâs ever tasted in his life. Your hands shoot out to grab his hair as you shake. You grunt out his name as you cum, eyes rolling to the back of your head, you try to catch your breath.
Jungkook rises to his knees and rips off his shirt, you catch a glimpse of his adonis like body before his kisses you. How were you in bed with someone who looks like that? Even though you had just felt like jelly, your brain tells your body to tense up. You kiss him back, trying your best to push the thoughts away, but as your hand feel up his toned, muscular physique, it was getting harder to fight them away.
Jungkook feels you tense under his touch. He pecks your lips before pulling away.
âAre you okay?â He asks, brown eyes glistening.
You nod and try to push the intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind. He raises his eyebrows, non verbally questioning you. You nod once again and presses your lips against his. He moans and kisses you back passionately. His hands wonder again, gripping your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your muscles tense once again. He feels you go stiff, he pulls away again.
Your eyes remain closed, scared to look at him. Youâve really fucked up now, he probably thinks youâre weird, and he probably regrets giving a âfatâ girl a chance.
âYouâre not okay. Tell me whatâs wrong baby.â He moves closer to you and brushes hair out of your face, but then he quickly retracts.
âDo you not want me to touch you?âÂ
You open your eyes, not daring to look at him, your stare tasering in on every detail of his bedroom ceiling.
âIâm sorry if I m-â
âNo! I just have- Iâm just⌠All I keep thinking of is what you must think.â
He looks at you puzzled.
âWhat I think?â
You take a deep breath and sit up, pulling your legs into yourself.
âYou mustâve been with girls who have insane bodies, and you work at a gym for godâs sake! And now youâve got to tolerate me. I donât wanna put you off by taking off my shirt.â You ramble.
Jungkook barely keeps up with your words, he wants to grab you and tell you that youâre beautiful, and that he is more than attracted to you. But he didnât want you to feel uncomfortable, you were literally telling him how you were uncomfortable you were with him touching you. Well, you didnât say that explicitly but he didnât want to push you further.
Him just sitting there was making you more anxious, maybe he had been hiding his true feelings. He did find you repulsive, maybe he was being kind and didnât know how to let you down gently.Â
Without sparing a glance his way, you attempt to get off the bed. He stops you, hand gently landing one your thigh. You stare down at his tattooed fingers, slightly gripping, leaving dents in your skin.
âDonât go. I think youâre gorgeous. L-like the most beautiful woman Iâve ever seen. That Iâve ever had the privilege to meet, to date, to kiss⌠To touch.â
You scoot back on the bed, eyes never leaving his.
âN-now I understand if you donât wanna stay the night anymore, but.. I really want you to stay. And we donât have to do anything, I wonât even touch you. I can sleep on the couch if that would make you more comfortable.â
He moves his hand towards your face, fingertips hovering over your cheek, scared to brush your hair out of your face.
âEven if you want to leave, please donât leave thinking that I donât want you or that Iâm not attracted to you. You are perfect to me and it sucks that guys have made you feel like you arenât the most beautiful woman in the world. â
You look into his eyes and you can feel his sincerity. You lean into his open hand, letting his palm warm your cheek.Â
âI-i want you to touch me. I want you to want to touch me.â
Jungkook grabs your face and kisses you.
âI do want to touch you. I want to do more than that. But I want you to feel more than comfortable with that.â
You kiss him, deepening the kiss before he even has the chance to pull away. You wrap your arms around his neck and you fall back, pulling him on top of you.
He rolls you both onto your sides and places his hands firmly on your hips. He moans into your mouth, sending heart down between your legs. You clench around nothing and rub your legs together, in an attempt to relieve yourself.
Jungkookâs hand brushes your thigh, as if he was asking for an invitation inside. You spread to let him in, his fingertips once again dance along your folds, becoming slick with arousal. He toys with your hardening nub, making you twist and turn. His mouth detaches from yours and land on your neck. He licks and kisses a spot that makes it impossible to keep quiet. Your arms wrap around his body, nails digging into the taut skin of his back. His fingers tease your opening before plunging in deep. His fingers move smoothly and quickly, pulling egregious noises from your lips. He feels you tighten around his fingers.
âAre you gonna cum for me again? Soak my fingers?â He whispers in your ear.
You feel a burning flash run through your body as you let go and experience release. You come undone and as you do, he presses his lips against yours, licking into your mouth. He gently pulls his fingers out of you and brings his fingers to his lips, alternating between kissing you and tasting your release.
Breath heavy, you snake your hand down between your bodies, fingers brushing his hardness in his boxers. He shudders. It had been a while since he had had sex. People perceived him as a hardcore fuckboy but he was truly the opposite. He wanted to be in a relationship, truthfully, thatâs the only way he could cum, knowing the person beneath him was âhisâ.
âI donât think Iâm gonna last. I-Iâm sorry.â He breathes out.
You smirk before pushing him back onto the bed and kneeling next to him. You bend at the waist and place a kiss over his boxers. His breathing gets heavier, chest heaving, abs clenching.
You palm his length before pulling him out and taking him into your mouth. You both moan as you sink deeper and feel him it the back off your throat. You suck gently, pulling off to lick at his tip.
His hand lands on the back off your head, slowly coming around to stroke your cheek. You maintain eye contact as you bob up and down. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he throws his arm over his eyes, unable to control his body as the pleasure takes over.Â
Suddenly, he gently pulls your hair, forcing you off of him.
âIâm gonna cum. I wanna feel you.â He confesses.
He sits up and reaches over to open his bedside table draw. You watch as he pulls out a foil packet. Expertly, he rips it open and slides the condom over his length. He turns back to you, encouraging you to lay back on the bed.
You lay back, and part your legs. He lines up with your core and gently pushes in. He hisses out a few curse words as he feels. You tighten around him. He almost collapses with how good it feels.
âSo fucking tight.â He says through gritted teeth.
His grip on your hips tightens as he rocks back and forth. His tip hitting a spot in you that makes you scream in pleasure. He leans over you, encouraging you to hold on to him.
You both find a steady rhythm, moans reaching a crescendo as you explode. He follows shortly after, you feel the warm fill the condom. He rolls off you and next to you on the bed.Â
âY-you are so sexy. Fuck.â He breathes out, chest heaving.
You laugh and turn to look at him.
âThank you. I think you are too.â You reach out and brush his slightly damp hair out of his face. The angles of his chiseled face glisten more with the assistance of the tin layer of sweat that had formed on his skin.
He scoots closer to you and pecks your lips before getting up to get rid of the soiled condom that has become baggy with the deflation of his length.
You watch his figure as he heads into the bathroom.
You sigh a sigh of happiness. You might never be completely happy with yourself but you hope you can be happy with him and learn to love yourself as much as he might.
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Organic Bamboo Sanitary Pads offer a natural and sustainable alternative to traditional pads. Made from 100% bamboo fiber, they are hypoallergenic, breathable, and ultra-absorbent, providing reliable protection and maximum comfort. Say goodbye to harsh chemicals and plastic waste and hello to a healthier and eco-friendly period. Try them today and experience the difference.
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Why sanitary cloth pads are a good choice for environment?
In recent years, the topic of sustainability has gained immense attention, and the way we live our lives and consume products has become more environmentally conscious. One aspect of daily life that has seen a change in the way products are used is menstrual care. The use of disposable sanitary products has been widely criticised due to their negative impact on the environment, and as a result, many women are turning towards sanitary cloth pads as a more sustainable alternative.
Sanitary cloth pads are made from natural materials such as cotton or bamboo, which are biodegradable and don't contribute to the vast amount of non-degradable waste generated by disposable sanitary products. On the other hand, disposable sanitary pads can take hundreds of years to decompose, leading to the accumulation of waste in landfills and the pollution of the ocean. Furthermore, the production of disposable sanitary pads requires the use of numerous natural resources and contributes to the greenhouse gas emissions that contribute to climate change.
In addition to being more environmentally friendly, sanitary cloth pads offer a number of benefits over disposable options. Cloth pads are reusable, making them a more cost-effective option in the long run. They also provide a more comfortable and reliable fit compared to disposable options, which can often leak or shift during use.
Another benefit of using sanitary cloth pads is that they are free from harsh chemicals and toxins that can be found in disposable options. Many disposable pads contain dioxins, which are known to cause cancer, as well as a range of other harmful chemicals such as chlorine and synthetic fragrances. These chemicals can cause irritation and even allergic reactions, making them an unhealthy choice for many women. On the other hand, sanitary cloth pads are made from natural materials, making them a safe and healthy option for women.
Furthermore, sanitary cloth pads support local economies and promote ethical consumerism. Many companies that manufacture sanitary cloth pads are small businesses that employ local workers and use sustainable production methods, making them a great choice for those who are looking to support ethical and environmentally conscious companies.
In conclusion, sanitary cloth pads are a great choice for those who are looking to live a more sustainable and environmentally conscious lifestyle. By reducing the amount of waste generated and promoting ethical consumerism, cloth pads are a step in the right direction towards a more sustainable future. Furthermore, with the added benefits of comfort, reliability, and a lack of harsh chemicals, it's no surprise that more and more women are choosing to make the switch to cloth pads. So, if you're looking for a sustainable products and environmentally conscious alternative to disposable sanitary products, consider making the switch to sanitary cloth pads today!
In conclusion, sanitary cloth pads offer numerous benefits over disposable sanitary products and are a great choice for those who are looking to live a more sustainable lifestyle. Whether you're concerned about the environmental impact of disposable pads or are looking for a healthier and more comfortable option, sanitary cloth pads are a sustainable product that are definitely worth considering.
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đBook Raffle for Yahya! đ
Hi guys,
Yahya's fundraiser has been stagnating to a concerning degree for over a month, so I've decided to host a book raffle on behalf of his family.
Yahya (@yahyabkheeblog) is a husband and father of three, who has been struggling to raise the necessary funds to get his whole family on the evacuation list. I have spoken about this family here, here, and here, and you can also find more information from their old blog here.
With winter coming, and a lack of protection from the elements, he currently needs right away:
-$200 per metre of shade âşď¸
-$100 x 3 for winter clothes for each of his children ($300)
If he does not raise the funds to properly secure their tent by the next upcoming shower and the tent is destroyed, then he will need to purchase a new one, which can cost up to $1000.
Other necessities that Yahya and his family will also need:
-medicine for Dima, Mira, and Anas, who have, and will be again, at risk of getting sick due to seasonal change, polluted water, and lack of protection from the elements. With a reminder to everyone, there have been recorded cases of Polio in Gaza, and second rounds of vaccinations for children under 10 will not occur until mid-October.
-medicine for Yahya's mother, who suffers from heart disease and diabetes
-everyday supplies such as food, clean water, bedding materials, new mattresses, charcoal for cooking, firewood, soap/toothpaste, sanitary products, money for Internet access, etc.
-at least $27,500 for the Ya Hala Egyptian Travel Company to be able to cross into Egypt.
Whoever wins my raffle will receive a copy of House of Psychotic Women by Kier-La Janisse.
If you donate:
-âŹ5-âŹ9.99 to Yayha, you are entered in once,
-âŹ10-âŹ14.99, twice,
-âŹ15-âŹ19.99, three times,
-âŹ20-âŹ24.99, four times,
-âŹ25+, five times.
Send me proof of donation by dropping it in my submission box (if I follow you or we're mutuals you may message me). The donation must have occurred between Oct 1-30. Oct 30 is the last day to enter and the winner will be announced on Oct 31!
This fundraiser has been vetted by nabulsi.
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Getting To Know The Female Reproductive System
The secret to excellent health and wellbeing is understanding your body. The reproductive system can sometimes be complex to understand. Many people compare this supposedly intimate and delicate subject to a biology lesson. The female reproductive system is incredibly intricate and fascinating. Simply put, the reproductive system consists of both outer and inner parts.
The Outer Parts Are:
Vulva: It is the outer part of your genitals, which consists of labia, clitoris, the vaginal opening, and the opening to the urethra. People at large confuse the vulva with the vagina. But in reality, the vagina is inside the vulva.
Labia Majora and Minora: The Labia Majora and the Labia Minora are most commonly referred to as âthe outer and inner lips.â Their primary job is to protect the sensitive parts inside.
Clitoris: Known as the âpleasure center,â this part of the body is intended for sexual pleasure. The head is located outside the body, but the rest extends internally through the genitals. It is situated above the urethra and below the clitoral hood.
Urethra: The tube known as the urethra is in charge of eliminating pee from the body. Although it can be challenging for some to find, the urethral opening is situated beneath the clitoris. Male and female urethras differ significantly from one another, with the female one being shorter.
The Inner Parts Are:
Vagina: The vagina, often known as the birth canal, is a muscular tube that connects the vulva to the cervix. It is around 9 cm long. The pH of a normal vagina is between 3.8 and 4.5. This environment is acidic for a reason â it protects the vagina by forming a barrier that stops bacteria and yeast from creating infections.
Cervix: The uterusâ thin portion that descends to the vagina is known as the cervix. The cervix stays closed except when it dilates to give birth and when it releases blood and other fluids during your period. Interestingly, your cervix can vary in size and shape over the course of your lifetime, like during ovulation, when it may rise to prepare for conception, or during childbirth, when it may enlarge by up to 10 cm.
Uterus: The uterus, often known as the womb, is located above the cervix. The uterus has the capacity to grow, and it is where the developing foetus resides. If there is no pregnancy, the uterus will shed its lining every 28 days. And then menstruators get their periods; therefore, every month you should keep heavy flow pads and regular flow pads in stock. 28 days is considered the average time in which a woman gets her period. But it can be somewhere between 21 and 35 days as well. Having periods can be stressful in and of itself, but during those times, we should choose comfortable period wear like organic sanitary pads, cloth sanitary pads, or cotton sanitary pads.
Fallopian Tubes: The two tubes that protrude from the top of the uterus like antennae are the fallopian tubes. The uterus and ovaries are connected via the fallopian tubes. Every month, an egg is released from the ovaries and travels down the fallopian tube to the uterus.
Ovaries: This is where your eggs are housed. One to two million eggs are present in every female at birth. The ovaries release an egg into the fallopian tubes during ovulation. And if the eggs are not fertilized, then they exit the body in the form of uterine lining shedding.
Not only the reproductive system, but knowing your body altogether can be very beneficial. We can therefore easily get to know the tell-tale signs of the body. And if something is not right, it can be easily identified, and we can then consult a health specialist.
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i do think it is really funny that people are complaining about microplastics being everywhere. yeah thats what happens when things are broken down. they get smaller and circulate throughout the earth to spread the resources and nutrients evenly. the plastic is just doing what its ingredients are supposed to do and always was going to do.
humans made their choice. i have no sympathy for them dying out as a result. no, i dont care even if i myself end up choking on plastic. i am a human, therefore i have terrible genes from terrible people and those genes should not get another chance to exist or be passed on.
#honestly plastic is disgusting#i cant stand the people who say that plastic is in any way sanotary or hygenic#it is easily the least sanotary material we have#i would trust drinking water from fabric cloth more than id trust water from plastic#glass metal cardboard paper fabric wax#all of these exist and are more sanitary than plastic#plastic literaly absorbs mold spores into it's structure. no matter how many times youwash it that mold is always going to be inside#the plastic itself.
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