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onlyinmywildestfantasies · 5 years

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Sweet Lies (m)

In which Jaehyun tells you everything you want to hear, and you believe him, even though you shouldn't.

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: Angsty smut :(

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: (Another) Cheating AU, Graphic smut (mentions of oral-both male and female, slight thigh riding, and that’s about it)

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day, and happy birthday to our dimpled prince, Jaehyun!!

Jung Jaehyun isn't yours and will never be yours.

Once upon a time, he could've been, but that was when you were still young and naive. He was only just a good friend, cute in his own dorky way. You had no idea he would grow up to be a successful handsome man.

But by the time you realize it, it is too late. Your best friend of twelve years has been snatched up by a pretty girl who he met through work.

Apparently, they get along well, so they decide to start dating.

When Jaehyun first tells you about her, you scoff. There's no way he would take the relationship seriously; he's the kind of person who is interested in seeking excitement but only for one night. He isn't the type to settle down.

Which is why it comes as a surprise to you that they're still together even now, after two long years.

Each time he gushes to you about how happy he is with her, you smile and praise him on it, when all you really want to do is kiss him and have him gush about you that way.

Maybe one day he would.

Still you hope, rather selfishly, that they will break up soon, and Jaehyun will realize that you are the one for him all along. Besides, you get along well with him too, so why did he pick her?

Then one day, something happens: a good development, but not in the way you had hoped.

Jaehyun knocks on your door rather urgently, and when you open it, he instantly makes a beeline for the beer in your fridge.

After a can or two, he finally speaks. "We got into a fight about something stupid."

He's lying on your couch, his head in your lap as you run your fingers through his soft strands. You enjoy the feeling of Jaehyun being close to you, but you wish he was closer. "What was it about?"

He sighs then, a sign that he is thinking things over in his mind. But he trusts you and he is a bit tipsy, so the words spill out of his mouth easily. "She never wants to suck me off, and I don't know why. I literally do everything she wants, I don't know why she can't do the same for me."

You blink, surprised at the subject. He never talked about his sex life with you. That's why it was so easy to forget he was a fuckboy just before he met her.

But you aren't sure what kind of advice you could give him.

So you just nod along quietly as he vents about his relationship problems.

"I know sex isn't that important to a relationship, but now I'm not so sure. I mean, do you know how unsatisfying it is to jerk off every night, when someone else can do it for you?" He sighs again, and your heart aches at how broken he seemed. "God, she's just so selfish."

And then, before you know it, words come tumbling out of your mouth. "I'm not though."

That catches Jaehyun's attention instantly. He sits upright, staring at you. "What did you say?"

You flush under his gaze. "I'm not selfish like her. I'll suck you off if you want."

He stays still in shock, so you coax him some more. "We're friends anyway, just consider it as an old friend helping out another."

You thank the liquid courage running through you as you place a palm on his cheek, like you'd always wanted to do. "I'll do anything you want, Jae..."

The shock is gone from his face now. Instead, he eyes you with interest, gaze starting to darken as he considers your offer. Your heart beats loudly when he doesn't react, convinced that you made a mistake. He doesn't like you that way, and he never will-

Then his hand encloses around yours, his eyes shut as he revels in your calming caress. Your breath hitches in your throat at his actions.

His eyes open, and you note the way his pupils dilate as he tells you, "I was hoping you would say that..."

Then his lips crash on yours, and he tastes like absolute heaven.

He still tastes like that as you choke around his cock. You'll never forget the deep moans that come up from his throat each time you swallow, or the way his hands tug at your hair impatiently. Your heart soars when he finally cums, a strangled cry of your name leaving his lips.

The next morning, dread fills your chest as you wonder how he'll act when he wakes up. But he just treats you the same way; he smiles at you fondly and thanks you for helping him.

Everything stays the same, except for the fact that you two fall into a routine of sucking him off. It happens on Fridays whenever Jaehyun feels like it. Instead of focusing on the movie you picked, Jaehyun slings an arm around you, making you turn to him in surprise. Then he kisses you until you forget about everything, especially the movie. Your impatient hands pull on his clothes until he takes them off.

Later on, his cock slides in and out of your mouth until he cums, collapsing on the bed. You sleep feeling satisfied, knowing that you are the only one who can break him down like that.

Sometimes the irritating thought of his girlfriend pops up in your head. If only he would break up with her, then maybe you could be with him instead...

You still think about her as you tease him with little licks, irritated out of your mind. As if Jaehyun could read minds, he informs you that she still doesn't want to give him a blowjob and she never will. It's like he knows that would rile you up, because then you wrap your lips around him and hollow out your cheeks to suck harder. A string of curses fall from his pretty lips as he tenderly pushes your hair back from your face.

You don't want to hear about her. It's just the two of you in that moment, and nothing else matters.

But then comes the day that Jaehyun begs to return the favor.

It is right after you had made him cum, and his chest heaves as he catches his breath. Your underwear is damp because of how sexy his moans were, and you couldn't wait until he left so you could get off to the thought of him.

But Jaehyun has other plans in mind.

He places a palm on your cheek as he leans in to kiss you. Just as you are about to deepen the kiss, he pulls back and says, "I want to eat you out."

You freeze. "What?"

"You heard me: I want to taste you," he says again, and you feel dizzy at the thought of it.

"But you don't have to."

"I want to," he says. "You've been so good to me, and for that, you deserve a reward."

"I'm good?" you repeat in confusion.

No, you aren't good; you're a bad girl who is in love with a taken man, even going so far as to get into an affair with him.

Jaehyun tucks your hair behind your ear, and all your thoughts melt away under his warm touch. "Of course you are. You're my good girl, Y/N."

Disbelief clouds your mind as he slowly unbuttons your pants and takes them off along with your underwear. It isn't until his palms gently nudge your legs apart, and his breath fans over your exposed core, that you gulp and focus on his piercing gaze.

When Jaehyun sees the hesitance in your eyes, he flashes you a dimpled smile that makes you melt. "You deserve this, Y/N. I promise that I'll make it good for you."

Your heart flutters at his words as you nod. Excitement fills you as he finally dips a finger in your wet entrance, making you both groan.

He looks back up at you. "You really like giving me blowjobs, huh?"

"Of course I do," you say. "I like pleasing you, Jae."

His eyes widen at your honest response, but then he grins. "And that's why you're my good girl, much better than her."

Then he kisses a trail up your legs, each one good and soft, until he reaches your wet pussy. His tongue licks a line up, and you gasp at the new sensation.

He laps up your juices, groaning in contentment, as you grip tufts of his hair. You lose control of yourself as Jaehyun’s skillful tongue and fingers reach deeper in you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you come undone.

“You were so good for me, baby,” Jaehyun praises as you come down from your high, his face glistening with your juices. He looks so pretty that you can’t resist pressing your lips to his for a sweet kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue, and you savor it until he breaks the kiss. Jaehyun leans his forehead against yours, whispering, “I have to go now.”

Your hands come up to cup his face, your mouth brushing over his as you whisper back, “Can’t you stay?”

“I don’t know…” he mumbles in between kisses. “She’ll be really worried if I don’t show up…”

“Then let her worry. I want to be with you, Jae.”

“Okay, I’ll stay.” He pulls back to grin at you, his beautiful dimples peeking out. “I want to be with you too, Y/N.”

You giggle in delight as Jaehyun draws you in closer to his chest, his eyes closed as he drifts off to sleep.

His previous words, clearly another lie, replay in your head, but you don’t care; your delusional mind doesn’t want to wake up from the fantasy it created.

Yes, you think as you snuggle up closer to Jaehyun, it’s much better to stay asleep…

Next week is Valentine’s Day. Even worse is that it’s Jaehyun’s birthday, and you can’t help the bitter feeling that washes over you when he doesn’t call at the usual time.

Jaehyun was probably getting the best fuck of his life right now from her…

You sigh as you shove the jealous thoughts from your mind. Your hand reaches into the bowl for popcorn as you focus on the movie playing in front of you.

Suddenly, a hurried succession of knocks pound on your door, and you pad across the room to open the door, coming face-to-face with-

“Jaehyun? What’re you doing here?”

He answers you in the form of a kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth with ease as his fingers weave into your hair. The kiss is hot, demanding, filled with passion, much different than the other lazy kisses you’ve given each other before.

Then Jaehyun pulls away to stare deeply into your eyes. You’re startled at how dark they are. Even more startling is how deep his voice is as he tells you, “I’m going to be completely honest with you, Y/N.”

This may be the most honest he’s ever been in your entire affair…

You shake that thought away, flashing him a kind smile. “Okay.”

“For a while now, my mind has been consumed with thoughts of fucking you. I want to know how your pretty little pussy feels wrapped around my cock. I bet you’d feel so good, so tight, hot as fuck-”

He ends with a whine as he imagines it again, and you feel heat rush to your thighs as the sinful images he conjured up flash through your mind.

“I’ve been losing sleep over you,” he confesses. “I want you so bad, Y/N.”

You’re tempted to go along with his desires, let him have you any way he wants, but then…

“What about her?” you ask as you avert your eyes from his captivating figure.

To your surprise, he snorts in derision. “What about her?”

“Don’t you want to be with her on your birthday?”

His hand rests on your chin, tilting your head until you’re looking into his hypnotizing eyes again. His voice is low, enticing as he whispers, “You’re the one that I want, Y/N.”

Maybe it was another lie, maybe it wasn’t…

But you’re too far gone to think things through when the love of your life is begging to fuck you, so you let him.

It feels like a dream when his lips reconnect to yours again, his hot tongue licking in your mouth, as he picks you up in his arms. When he reaches your bed, he sets you down, and you watch in anticipation as he lifts his shirt over his head.

His muscular physique is finally revealed to you, much better than your imagination had come up with. You scoot closer to touch him, aching to feel every line of his abs, but Jaehyun shakes his head. “I want you to take off your clothes first, but leave your underwear on.”

So you stand up and do as he says. You peel off your shirt and shorts until only your bra and underwear is left. Self-consciousness floods you as he looks you over.

“Look at me, Y/N,” he says as he perches himself on your bed. When you do, your heart clenches at how handsome he is, with his ruffled caramel hair, soft lips, and pretty eyes.

He reaches for your hand and brushes his lips against the knuckles. His thumb runs fond circles over your hand as he says, “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.”

Your heart races at his words, and when he pats his thigh, instructing you to sit down, you listen.

“I want you to do something for me,” he says. “You’re my good girl who’ll do as I say, right?”

You nod meekly, and he smiles. “Of course you are.”

“I want you to ride my thigh,” he continues. “I want you to show me how much you want me. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Of course I can,” you answer eagerly as you set your hands on his shoulders.

You rub yourself on his leg as he watches with a smirk. The rough fabric of his jeans combines with the soft material of your underwear to create delicious friction that makes you moan his name.

You move up and down on his leg as you feel your wetness start to seep through. Tingles of pleasure course through you as you ride his thigh. When Jaehyun clenches his thigh, you go faster, eager to get yourself off, but then he roughly grabs your hips, stilling your movements.

Your eyes widen. “Did I do something wrong?”

He shakes his head. “Of course not, baby. But look, you ruined my pants.”

You get off of him as you both inspect the large wet patch on his pants. Embarrassment runs through you. “Oh, I’m sorry, Jae-”

He laughs. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N. I’m glad to know that you want me just as much as I want you.”

“But I think I need to take this off.” He looks at you, smirking. “Don’t you?”

You nod eagerly, and he chuckles at your reaction. He unbuttons his jeans and slowly slides them down his sexy legs, revealing the tent in his boxers.

Your eyes latch on to your wetness that seeped into his boxers, and you lick your lips. “I think you need to take that off as well.”

He laughs. “Do you want to do it for me, Y/N?”

You answer by tugging his boxers down his legs, making his cock spring up. It’s hard and long that it makes your mouth water.

Jaehyun demands your attention by making you sit on his thigh again, peppering soft kisses down your neck as his hands reach behind you to undo your bra clasp. After he tosses your bra over his shoulder, he takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it as his hand kneads the other. His tongue is hot against your cold skin, and you moan as he flicks his tongue over your nipple.

He resumes his trail of kisses again, going lower and lower until he reaches your underwear. He glances up at you for permission, and when you nod, he makes you stand up so he can peel your soaked underwear off.

“Y/N, since you so eagerly rode my thigh earlier, I want you to ride me,” he commands, making your heart pound as he offers you exactly what you’ve dreamed of for so long. “Is that okay?”

“Of course it is, Jaehyun,” you answer breathlessly as you take in his effortlessly handsome appearance.

All of your fantasies are finally becoming reality as this beautiful boy finally wants you. He looks so perfect in front of you, the boy who was everything you ever wanted.

And now, you'll finally have him.

You sit on him slowly, taking him in inch by tantalizing inch, until you're seated directly on his thighs. Your eyes shut as you revel in how satisfying Jaehyun stretches you out, and he groans at the feeling of your wetness surrounding him entirely.

After a few moments, you get up and sink back down, pleasant sparks running through you as you listen to Jaehyun’s moans. But after a while, your pace falters as intrusive thoughts of his girlfriend enter your mind. She probably has done this before to him too, and that’s why he likes this position…

"Look at me, Y/N. Don't think about anything else." Jaehyun strokes your cheek fondly as you stare at him. “I want you to focus on how good I make you feel.”

And with that, he forces you on your hands and knees. He swiftly enters you, all your thoughts of her breaking apart as he thrusts closer to your bundle of nerves. You push back to meet him halfway, and slowly but surely, you feel yourself teetering closer to your orgasm.

“Jaehyun, I’m close,” you whine as he fondles your breast in his hand. His hips snap forward to drill into you harder, making you clutch the bed sheets until your knuckles turn white.

His hard thrusts plus his titillating touches mix together to let white hot pleasure run through you as you finally fall, clenching tightly around Jaehyun, who groans in response.

“Jae, I want to feel your cum in me,” you confess as he tries to reach his own high.

“Fuck, you’re so dirty, Y/N,” he hisses as his nerves light up on fire, splashing your walls with his cum as he collapses on top of you, his sweaty chest sticking to your back.

“Jae, you’re killing me,” you say, but it’s muffled as you say it into the bedsheet.

“Oh, sorry!” He quickly scrambles off of you with a hiss as he pulls out.

After running to the bathroom and wiping your legs, he settles back into your bed, your arm slinging over him as you lay your head on his chest. He places a soft kiss to the top of your head as he says, “This was the best birthday gift ever. You listen and do exactly what I say. That’s why I like you so much, Y/N.”

Your heart aches as you realize he doesn’t mean it in the way you want. Not like the way you were in love with him…

“I like you too, Jaehyun.”

“Good. Now let’s go to sleep.”

After nodding your agreement, he smiles, and soon, light snores leave his mouth, signaling that he is finally asleep.

But for you, sleep doesn’t arrive as fast.

All you can do is hold onto him tighter as uneasy feelings grow in you.

As you curl up closer to Jaehyun, you start to dread the impending doom of morning time, when you will have to pretend like the two of you are just friends and nothing more.

Just the way it should be.

You'll have to pretend that he isn't your entire world every time you look at him, and you aren't sure how much longer you can keep that up.

#nct fanfic #nct smut #nct scenarios #nct fanfiction #jaehyun smut #lyd's own writing #lyd's stuff #fic:sweet lies

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furinjuru · 6 years

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Matchmaking Mission - RubyMaru

“Hey, Zuramaru?”

“Yes, Yoshiko-chan?”

“It’s Yohane!” Hanamaru rolls her eyes, deciding to play along with the girl’s wishes.

“Yes, Yohane-chan?”

“It’s Yohane-sama.”

“Don’t push it, zura.” Hanamaru says with a calm smile.

“Sorry,” Yoshiko mumbles. “I need your help with something.” Hanamaru perks up at that; it’s rare for Yoshiko to ask for help without saying it in some roundabout way in her fallen angel style. It must be serious.

“If I can help you with it, sure.” She says, watching Yoshiko as the latter nervously fiddles with her thumb.

“I wanted to ask about…romantic advice.” Her voice progressively getting quieter, Hanamaru almost couldn’t hear the last part underneath the noises of the class. Hanamaru remains silent, beckoning her to continue. “So you, like, read romance novels a lot, right?”

“No,” Hanamaru deadpans. “I usually read history books.”

“Wait, seriously?” Hanamaru nods. “Damn it….” She looks dejected, an expression Hanamaru can’t consciously ignore.

“Well, I’ve read romance novels before,” Hanamaru starts. “Not a lot. So I’m not sure how good my advice would be, zura.”

“That’s fine!” Yoshiko quickly interjects. “I’m not asking about serious stuff like what to give for her birthday, or how to celebrate Christmas together, or meeting her parents, or marriage advice, or-“

“Yoshiko-chan.” Hanamaru says, stopping Yoshiko’s train of thought from going any further. “You’ve clearly thought about this more than I have. Are you really sure you want my help?”

“P-positive.” She stutters, her cheeks threatening to match the color of her eyes. “Just your opinion is fine. If it’s not too much of a bother.” Hanamaru shakes her head.

“Of course not, zura. So, what do you want to ask?”

“Uhm…” Her thumb fiddling becomes even worse as she tries to properly convey her thoughts. “Do you think it’s romantic to confess on a bus ride?”

Hanamaru resists the growing temptation to snort or laugh at the question. Yoshiko seems to be considering it seriously, so Hanamaru should respond in kind. “It could be. Out of curiosity, why were you thinking of confessing there?”

“Well…we talk a lot while we’re on the bus, and over time we really got to know each other. I started really crushing on her there.” As she speaks, the faint blush never leaves Yoshiko’s features, and neither does her smile. “So, I guess it’s kinda special for us. Even though it’s a bit weird.”

“Hmm, I see. I wonder who that might be?” Hanamaru asks sarcastically. Her mind tunes out Yoshiko’s flustered reaction as she ponders over Yoshiko’s words. Yoshiko doesn’t care that the place she chose isn’t a conventional place for a confession, it’s a good match for the girl who breaks a lot of societal norms by how she acts.

She purses her lips as she thinks about it more. For Yoshiko, the most important thing is that the place means a lot to the people involved, because a confession is supposed to mean a lot to the people involved as well. Suddenly, inspiration strikes her. It’s like a fog has been lifted from her mind as the gears begin turning in her head.

“Yoshiko-chan! You’re a genius, zura! Thanks!” She exclaims.

“It’s Yohane! And…you’re welcome?” She adds, confused. “Although I didn’t really do anything?”

“No, you did plenty.” Smiling, Hanamaru thinks of a plan. She knows the perfect place to confess.

She just hopes that Ruby will like it, too.

When Ruby returns to class after giving out even more friendship chocolate (seriously, Hanamaru’s almost jealous of the amount she and Dia receive to buy fancy friendship chocolate), Hanamaru wastes no time, walking up towards her.

“Ruby-chan,” she says in a sing-song tone. “Do you want to come to the library with me, zura? We just got a few new magazines about school idols!”

Ruby checks the clock, wanting to make sure that she won’t return late. Once she’s confident, she nods eagerly. “Sure! I’d love to!”

The two first-years make their way to the library, although Hanamaru feels more than a little uncomfortable. Her chocolates for Ruby is hidden underneath her sweater, her arms covering the lump in order to make it seem less conspicuous.

Once they arrive, Hanamaru takes a small stack of magazines from the front desk before they sit down near the corner. It’s empty, just as Hanamaru expected. After all, why spend your Valentine’s Day in a library when you could be spending it with your crush? There’s only her and Ruby.

A nice, private place for the two of them. Just what she wanted.

The moment they’re seated, Ruby gingerly takes the first magazine she sees, opening it to its first page. At first she’s quiet, humming a small tune as her eyes flit across the pages. But eventually, she gets really into it, exposing what Hanamaru considers her favorite side of Ruby.

It starts with a small comment about the making of a uniform showcased on one of the pages. Their reading session turns into a storytelling session as Ruby shows off her vast knowledge of school idols. It’s interesting, but not as interesting as just hearing Ruby talk. Which is why when Ruby turns to face her after an explanation on A-RISE’s signature style, she finds her best friend staring right at her.

“Hanamaru-chan!” She squeaks, shocking Hanamaru as well. “S-sorry! That must be really boring to listen to.”

“No, no!” Hanamaru assures. “Not at all. It was really fun hearing you talk about all that stuff, even though I don’t really know too much about it.”

Ruby nods, going back to reading. Unfortunately, she’s more self-conscious now, restraining herself from going on another tangent. The atmosphere is uncomfortable, so Hanamaru wants to do something to help lighten things up. She takes the box out of her sweater, takes a deep breath, and prepares herself.

“Ruby-chan.” She begins, attracting the other girl’s focus. “Do you remember how long we’ve been friends?”

Ruby pauses to think about it, before answering. “Since elementary, right?”

“That’s right.” Hanamaru nods. “And…ever since that time, we’ve always been together as best friends. But…but I have a confession to make.” Slowly, she takes another deep breath. “Ruby-chan, I love you. Will you please go out with me?” She asks, offering her precious gift to Ruby. But Ruby doesn’t say anything in response, looking distressed as she takes the chocolates from Hanamaru. Hanamaru’s heart almost stops. Does Ruby not like her chocolates?

“Ruby-chan?” She gulps nervously. “Is there something wrong?”

“I-I didn’t expect to be confessed to right now.” She mumbles. “I…left my present in class. I’m sorry, Hanamaru-chan.”

Hanamaru stares at the flustered redhead for a few seconds before giggling softly. Apparently, she was worried over nothing. “I don’t care about that, zura! I just want to know your answer.”

“O-of course I love you too!” Ruby exclaims. “How can I not? You’re so nice and pretty, you’re the best, Hanamaru-chan.”

As nice as it is to hear Ruby say such nice things about her, she doesn’t want her to neglect herself. “I think Ruby-chan’s the best, zura. You’re cute, smart, and even nicer!”

Ruby laughs, smiling softly as she stares at Hanamaru. “Then…maybe we can call it a draw?”

“Sounds good to me.” Hanamaru returns the smile. Ruby then frowns, beginning to open the box of chocolates in her hand. Her sudden mood change is concerning. “Is something wrong, zura?”

“Oh no, it’s nothing.” Ruby sighs. “I still feel a bit bad that I forgot to bring my gift with me. I guess you really surprised me, Hanamaru-chan.” Hanamaru giggles. This only proves her girlfriend’s caring nature in her eyes, and makes her love Ruby more.

“That’s fine, don’t worry.” She takes out one of the chocolates, holding it right between them. She winks at Ruby before pressing the chocolate against Ruby’s lips, waiting for her to bite it. When she finally does, Hanamaru leans closer. “For now, let’s just share these, zura.”

Because as it turns out, Hanamaru can be extremely sly when she wants to. This is probably Ruby’s favorite side of Hanamaru, as well.

#love live #love live sunshine #rubymaru #youhane #fanfiction #matchmaking mission

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ethelbertpaul444-blog · 6 years

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Or journeying a bicycle, squandering a tampon, a jousting coincidence … pretty much anything you do in a normal day. Taking a woman’s virginity has always been coveted as an achievement for men, but with modern maidens actually getting to choose when they have sex, the best risk a worker has to get with a virgin relies on him being the very first mistake a girl does. That coveting and sex significance is one of the many perturbing intellects girlfriends are engaged at such a young age. Read Next Take To The Sky With These 5 Hums This Holiday Season To see it in action, you don’t even is a requirement to haul up considers or do ponderous study or even go to a porn website. Just type “school girl” into Google. Not seductive institution girlfriend. Just “school girl, ” as in “a girl who is in school.” I don’t even need to tell you what you’re going to get. Hell, most of you won’t type that in, because you don’t require research results on your search biography. You didn’t ask it for a cluster of half-naked brides, but like an stupid tweet from Donald Trump at 4 a.m ., it’s really surely there. The top network inquiries that come up for me are all for sexy schoolgirl costumes. The only outlier is a link to the “schoolgirl” hashtag on Instagram, which inhabits the same collage of young girls, porn, and anime porn. You know … classic school activities. Are these performances meant to be graduate student of consenting senility? Hell no, they’re not. They’re wearing a parody of the uniforms once worn by girlfriends in theological centre and high schools . A uniform so most sexualized that most theological organizations now involve students to wear khaki breathes. Try to see those sexies, creeps. 3 Girls Want To Gape Pretty In Order To Allure Men Recently, Stranger Things and IT have given us agricultural crops of talented young performers opening the public eye, which can be a nightmare for those performers. Mara Wilson wrote a great piece for Elle about the space 13 -year-old Millie Bobby Brown is discussed in the public. Here’s an section from The Today Show ‘s website which stress Brown “all grown up” right in the deed. But she’s not all grown up. She’s a 13 -year-old girl who looks like a very pretty 13 -year-old girl. She’s not a sex object; she’s a young girl who put on a neat dress and entertaining makeup for a movie premiere. She’s following the exact touchstones her industry requisitions. She’s wearing Hollywood’s version of a uniform. So why do we appear the need to pronounce her “all grown up”? It’s because she examinations good. There’s a problem with that, and it has nothing to do with her — it’s with us. We think that if the status of women is dressing up, it must be to impress a male. So when youthful girlfriends dress up, they must be masquerading grown women in an attempt to seduce males. The world is that there isn’t a separate clothing form for young girls that recognizes them as not being objectives for sexualization. We’re supposed to do that with our expand, adult psyches. That’s our chore , not theirs. And apparently, we’re bad at it. div > Take, for instance, school dress codes. For boys, the dress system is “Are you wearing heaves? You’re good.” For girls, it involves a myriad of yeses , nos, and perhaps that are almost always enforced by adult followers. Even though teaching is a largely female-dominated profession, brides are in lead characters less than 25 percent of the time … which is actually a recent increase . This leads to an adult man telling girls in clas that they have to go home and change their leggings because men can’t even envision straight when they wear them. As only if they are dressing with allure in sentiment, and not ease. Remember only a few years ago when all those articles were being written about whether it was appropriate for girls and women to wear leggings in public? If not, Google it real quick, and then try not to punch the next human you see. It was a debate that was quickly settled by gals not leaving a shit, because leggings are comfortable as blaze. They weren’t popularized because they prepare us appear good. Leggings are one of the few the case of an pleasant, wearable fashion that have been coming into wording lately, together with rompers and, yes I’ll say it, UGG boots. Every winter, parties get up in arms about “basic bitches” in their UGG boots and leggings, but guess what? UGGs, and even the cheap knockoff UGGS that I wear, are essentially slippers. It’s winter. Women and girls are cold, and we want to be comfortable, this is why we dress accordingly. div > Now you can essentially wear pajamas and slippers in public, and it’s acceptable. I’ve never adoration mode this much, and not one rationalization for the clothing I opt is “to entice men.” At any age, brides are chiefly garmenting for our own comfort. 2 Romance Between An Older Man And A teenage Girl Is Just Sexy Forbidden Love I’ve written before about the route teen presents represent teacher/ student affinities as both super sexy and super not-problematic … but they’re not the only culprit. Let’s talking here music again for two seconds. What do you think these anthems have in common? “You’re Sixteen, You’re Beautiful And You’re Mine, ” “Sixteen Candles, ” Happy Birthday Sweet 16, ” “Sweet Little 16, ” “Only Sixteen.” If you said that all of them are hymns by grown guys about how hot 16 -year-old girls are, congratulations! Your honour is sadness. What is it about 16 that utters it such a desirable age? Could it be because that’s the lowest age of consent in the United States? Let’s ask the words of “Happy Birthday Sweet 16 “: When you were only six I was your big brother. Then when you were ten we didn’t like one another. When you were 13 you was a quirky valentine. But since you’ve been growing future developments is sewn up. From now on you’re is about to be mine . i> That sounds like a threat the Riddler sends to Batman. div > That’s not a hymn about a grown-up boy looked at teen relationship fondly. It’s about watching a young girl grow into … a somewhat older girlfriend whom culture now does it’s OK to fantasize about. It’s not a coincidence that everything of these songs focus on this very young age. Now, most Americans consider the age of consent to be 18( even though that’s actually only the case for a fifth of the states ). Remember the countdown clocks to when Emma Watson switched 18? Or how about this article from CNN, “Countdown For Kendall Jenner Returning 18: Gross Or Fair Game? ” Let me go ahead and solve that Rubik’s Cube for you, CNN: It’s gross. We’re preoccupied with the age of consent because a relation between a girl and an older man is to be considered as dreamy, forbidden love. The younger the very best! But it has to be law, of course. So we stick to that magic number and try not to be creeped out by the idea of a 33 -year-old Benny Mardones promising a 16 -year-old girl “a beloved like you’ve never seen.” 1 Men Just Can’t Help Themselves Around Attractive Women Of Any Age The idea that boys are incapable of controlling themselves around an attractive woman is disturbingly common. Look at any femme fatale in a spy movie. She abuses her virility to get what she misses, because men really can’t resist her. Remember when Lucy Liu incited a rampage with her buttock in Charlie’s Angels ? If you’re not well-versed in Lucy Liu’s leather-clad butt, let me draw you a envision: Liu accompanies into an office improving full of all those who follow her around, even though no one has told them to. She then squanders a riding harvest to whip them up into a horny outburst, and unleashes them on the company as a distraction so she can do spy happens. The poor men can’t help themselves. It’s a backside! They are incapacitated to withstand Liu’s command. Except they wholly aren’t. There’s a surprising sum of movie problems that could be solved with masturbation. div > This idea is just as insulting to followers as it is to women. Of route they are unable control themselves! They’re parties , not animals. It’s not difficult to tell the status of women no. If it is a problem for you, rule by pretending she’s ask questions equal pay. This kind of logic isn’t really contemptuous; it’s perilous. Liu is an adult woman in this case( and yes, I’m aware this this vistum is supposed to be comedic ), but even the core of the laugh is “Men are incapacitated to resist.” But this seeps into the real world as a sincere impression. What if a man is attracted to a 13 -year-old girl? He can’t assistance himself, right? He has no bureau over himself if the status of women he acquires attractive is around, wearing clothes, and marching. What happens next came out of his control. So if you’re one of those people who conclude maidens are overreacting to “beauty standards” or “objectification, ” understand that this is why. It’s why we take offense to the word “overreacting.” Kids should be worrying about kid acts, and not Benny Mardones. 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4 WTF Lessons The World Teaches Us About Sexualizing Teens

What mesmerizes me( and evenly slither me out) are the unspoken meanings behind this sexualization. I imply, it’s bad enough on its own, but when “youre starting” breaking down the lessons girlfriends are being schooled, shit gets bizarre . Assignments like …

Young Girls Are Sexually Valuable Because They Are Virgins

Virginity is hoisted and eluded in national societies to the degree of practically has become a superpower. An innocent damsel is relinquished in escapade fibs to summon a beast or mollify a god. An uppity unicorn only tolerates virgins to touch it because it’s the judgiest pointy mare in the universe.

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Did you know there’s no solid, medical definition of chastity? It’s literally not a physical happening. It’s time a thought individual was put forward by to include or subtract quality from a woman. Because ladies used to be produces, sold from one mortal to another for a couple of pigs and some farmland. “Virginity” is just a buzzword someone came up with to assistance advertise their product. “Girl: Now with 50 percent more virginity! “

We have this picture of women being hermetically shut from delivery until some lucky chap get in there to sounds the Lord’s soda tab, but that’s entirely wrong. The hymen isn’t even a total seal — it’s only an extra bit of tissue that naturally has a puncture in it, which can sometimes be pulled the first time someone has vaginal sex. Or journeying a bicycle, squandering a tampon, a jousting coincidence … pretty much anything you do in a normal day.

Taking a woman’s virginity has always been coveted as an achievement for men, but with modern maidens actually getting to choose when they have sex, the best risk a worker has to get with a virgin relies on him being the very first mistake a girl does. That coveting and sex significance is one of the many perturbing intellects girlfriends are engaged at such a young age.