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princehairsupremacy · 3 years

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i want to start off by saying i love your writing!!<3 can you do 128, 140, 143, 144 with a dom harry? thank you so muchh!

128. “Don’t tempt me.”

140. “I told you to stay still.”

143. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop.”

144. “I want it to hurt.”

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Warnings: choking, he says good girl, humping, fingering, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex

Little bit of rough to sweet and emotional sex

“Do you think you’re fucking funny? Touching me like that in public, huh?” He wrapped his hand around your throat, his fingers squeezing very tightly as you swallowed and tried to apologise to him. “I’m sorry, did you say something?”

You tried to speak again but his fingers were squeezing your throat too hard to say anything. “Didn’t think so. You know you’re not allowed to touch me like that in public, but you did it anyway. Did you do it on purpose? What did you want?”

He slightly let go of your throat so you could catch your breath and respond. “I just really wanted to touch you Harry. I want it to hurt. Wanted it to hurt tonight.”

“Don’t tempt me. You know I’ll fucking hurt you if you ask.”

“I’m asking you to hurt me right now. Please can you hurt me?” He bit his lip and moved his hand to the side of your face, leaning in and kissing you sweetly. “Please be rougher with me.” You mumbled against his lips and his hand slipped down to your hip, holding it.

He tasted like mint, and a bit of...alcohol? I wasn’t focusing on exactly what he was drinking, just his body...He thought you tasted like whatever sweet drink you’d been having sips of tonight, he noticed you weren’t drinking much tonight and now he knew why.

His hand on your hip started to drift to the left, getting closer and closer...you wore a skirt tonight, planned on bending over in front of him when he was the only one who could see what you chose to wear underneath. Nothing.

His kisses moved down to your neck and he sucked your skin between his lips, running his hands up and down your sides as he did so. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you’ll beg me to stop. Now, shutup and be a good girl for me since you couldn’t do it before.”

A shiver was sent up your spine at the thought of what he was going to do to you, your thoughts were consumed by things what he’s going to do next to you.

“‘S that you listening now? Shutting up when I ask you to?” He grabbed your chin and made sure you were looking in his eyes the same way he was looking in yours. He leaned down again and kissed you more roughly, almost immediately trying to move his tongue past your lips.

His hips pressed down against yours and you felt the pent up frustration that was making an appearance in his jeans. He wasnt moving his hips but it still felt good to have him pressed right up against you, letting you feel everything he has to offer without using your hands.

You bucked your hips up and he rewarded you with a sweet little moan against your lips, making you squeeze your thighs together in anticipation about how the night was going to go. He couldn’t say he wasn’t excited too, you’d asked him to be rough and hard with you. He couldn’t wait.

You felt his hips start to slightly grind against you, at some point he’d flipped your skirt up, you were probably too distracted to notice, and now he was rubbing himself against your underwear like nothing in the world could satisfy him more.

Everytime he shifted his hips up he rubbed himself against your clit and it felt fucking amazing. “Harry...” You moaned quietly against his lips, his tongue moving itself out of your mouth so that he could move his lips to your jawline.

“Am I making you feel good, baby? Hm?” You lifted your hips up against his and he bit your skin slightly. “Stay still.”

“‘M sorry.” His tongue soothed over the bite mark he left just below your jaw. You felt Harry’s hands move towards your breasts, squeezing them through the thin material of the shirt you’d decided to wear.

“You’re so hot. Had such a hard time keeping my hands to myself when I realised you had nothing on under your shirt. I know you planned all this beforehand but I don’t even care anymore, just need to fuck you and I don’t care for the reasons why.” His right hand keep going down your body until it was just at the spot you’d been hoping he’d venture to all day, his fingers swiping through your folds and getting his fingers wet. “Holy fuck...you’re so wet.”

“I was thinking about you.”

“Better have been...” His two fingers moved into you and he quickened the pace really fast, he was giving no mercy tonight. “So wet, don’t even have to try to get my fingers in. I get you this wet, don’t I?”

“Yeah, you get me this wet!” He kissed you again and kept moving at his merciless pace with his fingers, his tongue slipping into your mouth again and moving with yours. “Fuck!”

“That’s it, let everyone know how good I’m making you feel. Fucking scream it. Bet you taste so sweet, but I’ll have to find out after we’re done with this.” His thumb pressed against your clit and you cried out his name, watching his lips start to form a wicked grin. “Yeah, fucking say my name like it’s the only word you know.”

Everytime his fingers move in and out of you his thumb rubbed your clit and it was fucking heavenly. You were sure no one on earth could make you feel better than Harry does every single time. Correction, in the universe. He just his best to please you constantly whether it be sexually or not, he always did his best.

Last week, he woke you up to a beautifully made breakfast in bed and a day in. You spent the whole day cuddling, kissing, eating and watching trashy TV, you couldn’t ask for anyone better.

“Bet you felt like you had so much power, teasing me like that when I couldn’t do anything about it. You fucking know I’m in charge yet decided you’d do it anyway.” Your eyes focused on him, the sweat on his forehead and the ditermination in his eyes. He had his bottom lip bottom lip and he was entirely focused on you and making you feel good.

You felt the pleaure starting to get more intense, you knew you weren’t lasting much longer. Harry’s fingers curled up and you tightened around him, his smirk growing more as he felt it. “You gonna cum?”

“Yeah!” He slowed his fingers down then pulled them out of you, licking his fingers as you whined in protest. “Why’d you do that?”

“You don’t deserve to cum yet. Move up and stay on your back.” You shuffled back until your head was on your pillow and Harry got in between your legs on his stomach, immediately dipping his head down and running his tongue through your wetness.

“Fuck!” You had a feeling you were going to be edged a few times tonight but as long as you got to cum at least once you didn’t really care. His tongue moved up and down between your slit and your eyes just about rolled into the back of your head, your hands moving to grip his hair like a vice. “Oh shit!”

You bucked your hips up and he roughly pushed them back down. “Stay still for me.” He mumbled and flicked his tongue against your clit then dipping it into your enterance. You grinded your hips slightly against his mouth and he gripped your hips, his fingers pressing harshly into your skin and pulling his face back. “I told you to stay still.”

“‘M so sorry, just don’t stop...please?” He kissed around your stomach and you thought maybe he was going to start using his tongue again but his kisses started moving up your body and you huffed.

“If you were a good girl and listened to me the first time I would’ve kept going. Guess I’ll need to try something else.” You felt his fingers touch your clit and you jumped a little in suprise. “Not what I’d prefer doing to making you cum on my tongue but it’s still something.”

His fingers rubbed your clit in soft circles, his eyes scanning down your body and stopping at your shirt. “Sit up and take your shirt off.” You grabbed onto his shoulders and lifted yourself up, your eyes shifting from his to the ceiling as you lifted your shirt over your head, Harry was practically drooling when he saw you without your bra on. “You didn’t wear a bra or underwear? Easier for me.”

“Alright, lay down again then.” You pursed your lips and shook his head, his eyebrows raising and his mouth dropping in shock when you denied him. “Excuse me? Are you fucking saying no to me again? Disobeying me again?” He moved his hands away from you and stood up. “Don’t think you even deserve to be touched by me anymore. You’re so fucking bad.”

“I just wanted to be able to watch what you were doing. Please come back.” You spread your legs and he looked down for a split second then turned away from you, heading towards your door.

“Please don’t leave.” Your voice cracked at the end of your sentence and when he turned around, he spotted the tears in your eyes and he rushed over. “Don’t leave me...”

“I’m not, why would you think that? I’m never leaving, lay down and I’ll stay and take care of you. Okay?” You clung onto him and pulled him closer, you fell back and he fell on top of you. You had your eyes squeezed shut and you felt Harry place a soft kiss on your cheek. “‘M not going to leave you...”

“I know, so many people have left me so I just get worried sometimes and I didn’t know if you were leaving or not-“ You rambled and stopped yourself before you got too emotional, a single tear fell down your cheek and you sniffled. Harry liftex himself up above you and kissed the tear on your cheek, frowning at your emotional state.

“We’re in a proper relationship, would never dream of just leaving you like that. I fucking love you baby. Stop crying, yeah?” You cried harder from how sweet he was and he coo’d at you, stroking your cheek. “Love, you don’t need to be upset anymore. I’m staying.”

“I’m not upset just...you’re too sweet. I don’t want to stop, want to have sex...just maybe slow right now. I’m too emotional for things like choking right now.”

“Okay, I can do that. Please just stop crying while I take ‘m clothes off.” He kissed your forehead and stood up. You looked up at the ceiling and tried to stop your tears as he got his clothes off of him.

“Darling?” You must have been too caught up in focusing on stopping crying to notice that he was above you again. “You better now? Feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’ve stopped crying. Just, put it in before I cry again.” He laughed slightly and kissed you as he pushed into you. His mouth stilled against yours when he pushed in, letting out one heavy breath then moving his head to your neck. “Even when I thought you were leaving me you still please me.”

“Never leaving.” You moved your arms around his waist and pulled him down so he could rest his weight on you. “Love, I’m heavy. Don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t really care, just keep going.” He moved his hips again until his pelvis was pressed right against you and he was fully in, you could hear his breath waver. He pulled back a little and moved back into you, keeping a slow pace.

“I need to get up so I can make you cum-“ He tried to hold himself up above you but you pulled him back down onto you and he let out a little ‘oof’ but laughed after. “Not gonna let me up?”

“Just keep close to me, don’t care about anything else except you right now.”

“You need to stop before I get emotional.”

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babyybitchhhwrites · 4 years

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Endeavor x Reader 18+

Title: Temptation

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 2761

Warnings: phone sex, public masturbation, slight daddy kink

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25758232

A/N: This is not a new fic. I actually wrote it sometime back in 2017 but I never uploaded it outside of Tumblr. I was only recently able to retrieve it from my previously nuked blog so figured I’d go ahead and post it here. : /

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Whether because of his age or due to his stubborn ass personality, Enji was not a big fan of texting. He much preferred to make phone calls or, better yet, speak to someone in person. Try as you might to convince him otherwise, it proved to be a hard habit of his to break. Although you couldn’t really blame him for being so stuck in his ways, not when they’d served him so well over the years, you likewise had your own method of getting things done. Texting was your main source of communication these days and you’d long since accepted that he just wasn’t going to get on board with it anytime soon.

Thats why you were so terribly shocked when your phone buzzed and you glanced down at the screen to see a message from the flame hero himself. This was so unlike him and concern that there was some kind of problem washed over you before you could rationalize it as being something mundane. Fearing the worst, you opened the text only to balk incredulously.

Come to my office.

Surreptitiously glancing up at Best Jeanist, you offered the blonde a reassuring smile when he shot you a questioning look. This was so not the time for Enji to start getting demanding.

I can’t right now. I’m out on patrol with my boss. Maybe later?

You waited expectantly for some kind of response, but it was just dead silence on his end. After about three minutes and your text still unread, you slipped your phone into your pocket with every intention of getting back to work. It went off again not even thirty seconds later and you heaved a tired sigh. Once more fishing out your cellphone, you disinterestedly looked over the new message.

I’ve been thinking about you.

Your eyes bulged before you could catch yourself. Suddenly feeling quite flustered, you quickly glanced around to make sure no one was reading over your shoulder before carefully constructing your reply. No one knew about your relationship with Endeavor and it would have been disastrous if it came out like this. It was a PR nightmare just waiting to happen.

Oh ~? I can’t wait for you to tell me all about it! I’ll be done around 5

This time Enji’s reply came much quicker and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling at the thought that he was starting to get the hang of it.

I want you now. Not later.

Too bad he was using his new found texting skills to get you all hot and bothered while you were at work and your boss was standing not even five feet away.

You were halfway through typing a firm but gentle reminder that you were a pro too and you couldn’t just drop everything to come blow him under his desk when you got another message from him. Blinking in surprise, your eyebrows shot up when you realized that he’d sent you a picture. You didn’t even really give it much thought as you clicked on it, and suddenly your screen was filled with … the front of Enji’s hero costume. The crotch to be exact. And boy, was he hard.

Blushing like a school girl, you hurriedly tapped the picture away. Another text was waiting for you.

See what you do to me?

You gasped for air, swinging your head up to find Best Jeanist approaching you. Panic was quick to set in but, thinking fast, you rushed to say that you were going to use the restroom and without even waiting for a answer, you took off in the opposite direction. It was suspicious. It was incredibly suspicious, your behavior. He’d no doubt ask what that had been all about when you returned and you sure hoped he bought whatever petty excuse you managed to come up with before then.

Halfway down the block, there was a fast food restaurant which is where you decided to slip into. You refused to meet any of the employees eyes as you made a bee line for the bathroom where you promptly locked yourself into one of the stalls. Gripping your phone in a white knuckled grip, you jabbed at the screen rather aggressively and brought it up to your ear. Enji answered on the first ring.

“I’m so glad that you’re finally catching up to this century, but you can’t send me stuff like that when I’m at work!” You snapped, almost immediately regretting your choice in words. You were flustered and anxious though, and your panties suddenly felt uncomfortably damp, so you didn’t even try to take it back.

To your surprise, Enji actually had the decency to fall into stunned silence for a brief moment. Then he growled through the receiver and you could practically see his teeth clamping down on that pouty bottom lip of his. “Watch how you speak to me, woman. I wont warn you again.”

That certainly took some of the bite out of your scathing mood. “Look, I’m sorry but …” You tried to reason with him, noticeably calmer. “I’m on patrol with Best Jeanist right now. You can’t ask me to just drop everything like that.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

You choked in disbelief. “W-wha -”

He cut you off with a vehement huff. “Where are you?”

“In a restaurant. In the bathroom.”

“Good.” You caught the sound of rustling on the other end. “I felt like a damn fool taking that picture. This is much better.”

Your gaze darted to the stall door, still locked. “Enji, I can’t -”

“You will.” A tense puff of air filtered through the line, and you were sure he had his straining cock in his hand now. “I’ll even take you out to dinner tonight instead of just breaking you over my desk. Now be a good girl and start playing with yourself.”

Static electricity shot up your spine, making you shudder. A soft moan escaped your parted lips. Enji didn’t miss it, he never did, and he chuckled in satisfaction. The sound alone made goosebumps erupt across your skin and before you realized what you were doing, your free hand had found your breast. It was small and delicate compared to his massive, callous rough palms, but it was so easy to imagine. So easy to dredge up the most recent memory of how it felt when he fondled your tits. Your nipples responded quickly, pebbling against the inside of your bra, just aching for some real attention.

“This is risky …” You murmured, your voice a little lower. Huskier.

Enji snorted. “Maybe for you.”

You flushed red hot at that, swaying on your feet. He was right. You were the only one doing this out in public where anyone could walk in without warning while he was safe in his office. Your breath hitched even as you rushed to unfasten the top of your costume with one hand. It was a struggle, but with jerky motions you finally managed to free yourself and you yanked your bra down under the swell of your chest.

“E-Enjiiii …” You keened into the phone as you pinched your left nipple. Tugged it, gave it a twist. Nothing could compare to his rough ministrations though.

A pleased hum drifted into your ear, followed by a deliberately slow inhale. “Not like that. You know better.”

You screwed your eyes shut and leaned back against the stall door, groaning. “Daddy!”

“Thats it.”

Enji sounded so self satisfied and you could practically envision him reclining into his highbacked leather chair, spreading his legs wide as he languidly stroked his cock with his hand. Maybe he was alternating between showing the head some special attention, slowly rubbing around the slit at the top, or perhaps he was reaching down to give his heavy balls a nice squeeze. God, there were so many possibilities and somehow not knowing exactly what he was doing made your knees go weak.

“I’ve been thinking about that pretty little mouth of yours all day.” He spoke slowly, almost sensually, truly stoking your fire. “I wanted you to come crawl under my desk and suck me off while I work on this mountain of paperwork. Be my little cock warmer.”

Your vision started to blur. “I want to, daddy. I want your dick in my mouth so bad. I wish it was you touching my nipples right now.”

He groaned, quietly. “Those perfect little tits of yours. Maybe I should have you squeeze them together so I can fuck them instead of your mouth.”

“Why not both?”

He issued a rumbling chuckle. “Smart girl.”

Your nipple was starting to get sore and tender, so you switched over to teasing the other one. “What else do you want to do to me? Please tell me, daddy.”

Enji made a thoughtful sound, as if he were in no rush to hurry this up. He probably wasn’t, in all honesty. “Well, first I want to take you over my knee and give you a nice, hard spanking for talking to me the way you did earlier. You know I don’t tolerate that kind of behavior.”

“And then?” You were quick to prompt him for more. Eager to hear his gruff voice saying filthy, humiliating things directly into your ear. “After you’re done spanking me?”

“Then I think I’ll play with that pretty pink asshole of yours for a while. You know how much I enjoy that.”

Its true. He was rather fond of fingering you after your behind was blistering red and sore. “I like it too …” You whimpered as you tugged on your nipple a little too hard.

“I know you do.” Enji’s voice dropped an octave, taking on a more carnal lilt. More predatory, hungry. “And I’ll force my fingers down your throat when I’m through. Make you clean up your mess. You’re such a messy girl, you know that?”

“Oh, god.” The words forced their way out of your mouth and you abandoned your chest in favor of fumbling with your pants. “I am, I really am, daddy. I’m so sorry.”

He moaned, clearly enjoying the needy desperation in your voice. “Thats what I’m here for. To keep you in check. Are you touching your clit yet?”

Practically tearing your jeans right off, you crumple them around your ankles and drop into a squat right there inside the stall. “Yes, daddy. I’m so wet, god. I wish you were here. I want you to fuck me in this bathroom so bad.”

“Next time. I promise.” His breath catches in his throat and you knew he was stroking himself faster now. “For the time being, I want you to dip those sweet fingers into your cunt and imagine its me stretching you out. Getting you ready to take me.”

“I’m always ready for you.” You practically sob, sending jittery fingertips skirting across your labia. You pause just long enough to smear your arousal, coating yourself with it, before slipping one digit inside your pussy. Its not nearly enough though and you quickly add another. You clench down on yourself tight. “Oh! God … please! I need you. I need you, daddyyyyy.”

Enji scoffs, sounding quite put out even in the heat of the moment. “Stop that whining. If you would’ve just done as I said, I could be fucking you right now.”

You’re so close to wailing in outright distress. “But -”

“No buts!” He barks at you. You were astounded to hear that familiar heat creeping into his voice even in this situation, when he was in the middle of jerking off at his own desk. “You had your chance. These are the consequences. I trust I don’t need to give you a refresher course on what that means?”

“No …” You pout up at the wall, still a little whiny but notably less so.

“Good. Now,” He pauses. Lets the anticipation hang in the air while you continue to thrust your fingers into your body. “I want you to rub your clit. Hard and fast. Do you understand me? I’ll know if you don’t do exactly what I said.”

Sucking in a haggard gulp of air, you pull out of your cunt and focus instead on that tight cluster of nerves with sharp, quick circles. The delicious friction leaves you openly groaning in the public restroom like you’ve forgotten where you are. The threat of being caught seemed like a distant memory though and it was hard to care about reputations or PR when you just felt so achingly good rubbing one out with Enji over the phone. Somehow the thought had never occurred to you before, so the resulting rush was nearly palpable. You could feel it scorching your veins with its intensity.

“Thats it. Such a good girl.” He sounded incredibly hot and heavy all of a sudden. “Who owns that tight cunt? Who does it belong to?”

“You! You do! Its yours, daddy, all yours!”

“I wonder how soaked your panties will be by the time you get to my office.” Enji somehow manages to sound thoughtful, like he’s working out an equation in his head. “Maybe I should tell you not to put them back on when you’re done. That bastard Best Jeansit will probably be able to smell you from a mile way, regardless.”

Trembling under the force of your quickly mounting orgasm, you strain your legs a little further apart. You just couldn’t seem to put enough pressure on your clit, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. “I - I’m close … I’m so close, daddy …”

“Then do it. Come for me, baby.”

You moaned in response, far louder than you should have, and the pace of your hand reached a frenzied speed. Teetering right on the edge, balancing precariously on your heels in a dirty bathroom, you just needed one little nudge.

Its a deep, low grunt from Enji that finally pushes you over the precipice into oblivion. The guttural sound echoes inside your ears for an eternity while you spasm. Throwing your head back with a strangled scream, you slam against the door so hard that the bolt rattles, and you don’t even have the wherewithal to be concerned about someone hearing you anymore. Not while your gushing pussy is on fire, ineffectually contracting around nothing and all you can do is ride it out to completion.

The orgasm is so intense that it leaves you momentarily shaken. Disoriented. Leaning heavily against the door, you almost drop your phone as you slowly stand up on shaky legs. Your pulse is still excited and jumpy but almost immediately you can feel the blissful high of endorphins swarming your body. You feel almost giddy.

“Wow, that was … actually kind of nice. Did you come too?” You ask, sounding out of it and a little loopy. You were sure to be on cloud nine for the rest of the day.

“No.”

The answer is so blunt and to the point that at first you’re not so sure you heard him correctly. “What?”

Enji sighs as more shuffling can be heard in the background and you wonder what he’s doing. “I think I’ll save it for later. That rude mouth of yours needs to be filled up with something, doesn’t it? Be here at five on the dot or don’t bother coming at all. Oh, and don’t put your panties back on. Throw them in the trash for all I care.”

And just like that, the line disconnected.

You stood there, stunned and feeling quite foolish with your pants pooling around your ankles. Twenty six minutes according to the call log. That was an awfully long bathroom break. Jeanist would definitely have some questions for you. But before you worry about that …

Smiling mischievously, you pull up your text log with Enji and open the picture again. The sheer girth of his engorged cock was really straining against the synthetic material of his costume, weighing heavy in the tight confines and leaving a rather mouthwatering outline on display. Overall, it left very little to the imagination and you wished you could make it the background on your phone. Sadly, you knew you couldn’t.

You gave his cock one last, longing look. It must have taken quite a bit of willpower for him to edge himself like that if he was this hard at the start, you mused. This certainly pointed towards an extra fun evening awaiting you when you got off work and your pussy tingled with residual excitement.

You saved the photo anyway, confident that you would still find some use for it.

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cynicaldesire · 4 years

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Went to a party today with some people of the community. A little like dozen or so get-together. I’m not sure if I had a very good time.

I was already on edge because the husband didn’t wanna go, but then got up today and decided he did. We had a couple hours before going so I didn’t wanna take a shower. He did and I expected we would put some clothes on and go. Then he sat down to play DBFZ for an hour. This gave me a bit of ajida because I hate to be late and we were told the party started at 6pm. He played until 6:30pm.

When we finally got in the car to go, I was super grumpy. I had prepared myself to just lay about all Sunday. So going to a party was making me super anxious about social interaction.

Also, my friend and my husband’s coworker has been... distancing himself. He’s a dark-skinned black guy, very into hustle culture, apolitical. It felt like, to me, that once we were physically close, he didn’t want to lean on us, ask for help, or even really talk to us. We’ve invited him over for dinner a couple times and all he’s done is take the food back to his apartment a couple doors down. Or if we’ve taken him to a restaurant, he’s been on his phone the whole time. It’s weird. He said he didn’t want to go because it would interrupt his work time and he can go to english-speaking parties in America. Then he went to the party without asking for a ride or even telling us when he was leaving.

We went inside and there was no real room for us at the tables. They were playing a Monopoly card game. Husband went to move the car and I sat down. Once the food was all done, this tall black woman said she didn’t wanna eat with anybody until they washed their hands. We were the only ones that did. Standing in the hall, waiting for the 1 bathroom to be open, our friend said that he had to stop working to come to the party.

While we were eating, away from everybody else because there wasn’t any room for us, I think we were asked if we liked it? I don’t remember the context. But I said something about how I had to go buy taco seasoning from Jupiter. I was mocked for having to buy taco seasoning - which the woman told me to do the last time I talked to her - and then I said okay, then have the woman who cooked it give me the recipe. Later, the husband asked how to pay and was told to give 500yen to Speedy. I was confused. She said “Oh, that’s just my racist way of referring to [Lila].” I was more confused, now with some shock.

She proceeded to explain her Speedy Gonzales racist joke and I was just... flabbergasted, quietly. It was one of those things where, as a white person on social media, I am constantly shamed, attacked, berated, etc for merely existing, and she was a tall, strong personality black lady being jokingly racist at a Latinx friend. She clarified that it was okay to be racist because they’re in Japan and the PoC are racist at each other and white people are racist at each other. It’s all good.

I was like FFFFFF Okay. I did that thing where I just looked away, tried to disengage from the conversation, because this was just like all those times when my sister would tell me something and I would challenge her and she would proceed to tell me why she was right for far longer than was really necessary, even after I conceded or disengaged.

My husband tried to say I was more gentle and stuff. Racism isn’t really something I appreciate, basically, and she was like Oh come on, where are you from? He said Atlanta. She was all CHIL’ PLEASE, I LIVED IN DOWNTOWN ATLANTA. As if that explained everything. She went on to act like I never experienced racism and excuse herself and all this other shit. I was so confused. She pointed out my husband is from Texas, so he knew about racism.

Like, at the time I thought she was saying we all knew what it was like to be racist, so hearing people be racist shouldn’t offend me. Because the husband is from Texas, where they are super racist against Mexicans. And Atlanta is super racist against blacks. She then dragged the guy who the party was for into it by asking if his brother, a cop, had been overly physical with black people yet.

This was troubling for all of us, really, but she seemed to enjoy it. She seemed genuinely confused about my discomfort with the subject. But the Guest of Honor also seemed really uncomfortable at the joke about his brother racially profiling and killing someone.

Later, she was talking about poisoning your husband to have diabetes so he would be discharged from the military and she said YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT, RIGHT? And I was like No? I love my husband, why would I poison him? She was like To get him out of the military! The military sucks and is really dangerous! Don’t you hate the military? I was like No...? My Dad was in the Navy.

Fucking. Then we played this dumb game where you pass this paper around and everybody can only draw 1 line based on the topic, but 1 person doesn’t know the topic. Afterwards, everyone has to guess who was the odd one out and also guess the topic. It was dumb. I would’ve preferred Pictionary or something.

We left after that. I talked about it a bit but I figured I was just freaking out for no reason, that I’ve been contaminated by social media and stuff.

When we were walking around the store looking for the new Pokemon Mystery Dungeon, I started to feel weird. I got a little desire to cry. I hugged my husband and calmed down, since I felt stupid and we were in public. On the way out, I had a hard time responding to him and it startled me. My mouth didn’t wanna work because I either wanted to cry or I was just... nervous. I can’t really explain it. It was weird.

I said I was sorry for being such a big baby about social interaction. He said that since I don’t have as much of it as someone like him, every party or social interaction is a mole hill to him but a mountain to me. I figured that made sense, like how I haven’t gotten sexually harassed, but HASHTAGALLWOMEN have because I don’t... go out.

But I wanted to share with someone. I wanted to tell someone, to talk to someone about it.

#about me

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tragedybunny · 5 years

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The Blade’s Edge - A League of Legends Fanfiction - Chapter 9

It’s not much of a chapter, but it is a chapter.

They had a simple arrangement. She was the weapon to be used on his enemies. Things get more complicated when emotions bleed into what should simple. Now the two of them find themselves on the precipice of something that was entirely unexpected.

I hold up the chain of black diamonds to examine it and watch them shimmer in the gaslight. The largest sits at the front, receding to smaller ones to the back. I’ve always found the cost of shiny rocks to be quite vulgar, but for once it felt worth it.

I’d offended Kat a few days ago and she’d been cold with me since. She wasn’t outright hostile, but it was clear what I’d said stuck with her, even after my apology. I hadn’t even mentioned her little art expenditure, thinking that would appease her.

Hopefully, this little peace offering would finally put it to rest. It’d been something I had planned before all this anyway after her comments about wearing jewels that didn’t belong to her. Gwen had been an excellent source of intel for her preferences, and of course, her preferences were painfully expensive.

I finally hear her stirring about in her room, the hour long past morning. While I’m not sure where she was all night, I suspect she was out drinking, given that she came in the front door and not a window. I tuck the necklace in a pocket and approach her door, knocking softly. I know she hates it when I don’t. I find myself spending an inordinate amount of time either avoiding offending her or figuring out how I’ve offended her. Ironic since this situation was arranged to further my influence over her. I suppose I’m only really delaying the inevitable. One day she’ll figure out that she doesn’t need me to survive, especially once she controls the Guild.

“Are you actually knocking?” She sounds half asleep still.

I take her words as permission and enter, finding her seated at her dressing table, fighting to get a brush through the tangled waves of her hair. “You’ve requested it in the past.”

“Since when do you ever listen to anything I say?” Of course, we have a very public event tonight and she’s trying to start a fight, definitely still indignant at me.

“Good morning to you too Kitten.” I lean down and kiss her on the cheek, I’m not taking the bait. Her expression softens and for the moment there’s peace between us. “I have something for you, for tonight. Close your eyes.”

She mocks annoyance but does as I ask. I withdraw the chain and clasp it around her neck. “Take a look.” I whisper in her ear and then nip it lightly.

Her eyes get wide as soon as she opens them and her hand reaches up to lightly caress the stones settled around her neck. “It’s incredible. You can’t be serious.” There’s almost a reverence to her voice.

“Of course I am.” I reach out and let my hand travel through her silken tresses. “You should have something of your own.”

She leans back against me, finally, I believe she is no longer cross with me. I wrap my arms around her, her head resting in the crook of my left elbow, my arm casting its glow against her pale skin. I wonder how she’s never been unnerved by it, treating it as normal. “You spoil me.”

“Perhaps I should try it more often.” The familiar urges of having her so close start stirring. I contemplate throwing her on the bed and stripping her down to nothing but that necklace. But no, I have some last minute matters to attend to before tonight. I kiss the top of her head. “Until later, Kitten.”

She makes a small noise of protest as I pull away, making me aware her thoughts had traveled the same path as mine. “Stay.” She purrs at me, taking my hand.

“Busy.” I squeeze her hand and let go.

“Fine.” She rolls her eyes but blows me a kiss on my way out.

Several hours and one clandestine meeting later I find myself waiting for her appearance so we can begin this absurdly long evening. I’ve only told her half the truth about why she’s coming with tonight. Having her company is, of course, a welcome addition to the tedium of official functions but there’s something I wish to accomplish tonight. I’m not ignorant to what’s said about her. I know the little nickname that’s trotted out behind my back, Grand Whore of Noxus. Tonight I want them to see her with me, to bow and scrape a little bit when she’s around. They can’t disrespect her in my presence without disrespecting me. Which is really the point, if they do it at all, even behind my back, it reflects on me.

At the moment though, I’m reconsidering the whole plan since she’s taking an eternity to be ready. I pace the floor of the Hall, listening to my steps echoing off the walls, patience wearing thin. I finally hear her descending the stairs, Gwen trailing close behind her. I snap my head in her direction. “Fin..” The word dies in my throat.

The scarlet lace clings to every one of her flawless curves, the small crystals sewn into it create a soft glow around her. The necklace is settled around a dramatic high collar, matching perfectly with the tiara set on her pinned-up hair. I involuntarily suck in a breath, the wait was admittedly worth it.

She reaches the bottom of the stairs and stops before me. “Well, what do you think?” She turns around, letting me appreciate every angle.

“You look like you’re somehow wearing half my fortune.” Her expressions falls, I didn’t think she’d take the comment seriously. I hurry to smooth it over before she responds. “I’m only teasing. You look lovely Kat.” She always did though, I wonder if she ever truly realized it. “But tell me how many knives have you managed to hide in there?”

Now she smiles so genuinely. When was the last time she smiled at me like that? ‘Wouldn’t you like to know.”

Gwen wraps her cloak around her shoulders carefully avoiding her hair. I offer her my arm. “Let’s enjoy making everyone talk tonight.”

Throngs of people from every station and background fill the Temple of the Sun. It feels as though every one of them is staring at us as we make our way toward the balcony that overlooks the temple proper. Every few feet we’re stopped to engage in meaningless pleasantries, whispering consuming the crowd in our wake. We’re successfully causing a scandal, the Grand General and his House pariah mistress. “You’ll crack a molar if you keep your jaw clenched like that all night.”

“I’m trying to keep smiling. This is the best I can do at being congenial.” She hisses.

I pull her close, give her one quick kiss. “Just relax.” I forgot how much she dislikes crowds.

Argos parts through the mass to stand by my side. “Greetings, Grand General, Sir.”

The new rank insignia on display seems to have added a bit of pride to his bearing. “Argos”, I nod. I do owe Kat for that, her words pushed Darius into his part of that promotion, whether either of them knows that or not. Head of Strategic Defense would sound boring to those more interested in the outright “glory” of conquest, but Argos is smart enough to realize it puts him in a position over a rather significant force. And with his established loyalty, I tighten my grasp over the most central parts of the Empire. Too bad for his extremely incompetent predecessor, I heard they had their throat slit in their own home.

“Will you be joining the festivities later?” He fumbles around for small talk, a true military man adrift in the sea of ceremony and formality.

“For as long as I can tolerate it. It is unfortunately expected of me.” Lady Montrose, a relic of another era, is hosting and nearly the whole of Noxian society will attend. I’ve got plans to be laid, so at least it will serve some purpose. I can’t stomach these vainglorious, ostentatious displays. “I’ll look for you there.” He starts to speak, but another voice draws my attention away.

“Do you enjoy spreading your legs every night for your father’s murderer?” Of course, she’s here. I whirl around, leaving Argos mid-word, and storm through those pressed in around me to stand behind Kat, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“Soreana, it’s been a while.” Her eyes get even more narrow, leaving her whole pinched expression. I let my hands travel to Kat’s waist and pull her a step closer to me.

“Good evening, Grand General.” Pure hatred flows through her words. Kat is pointedly looking staring at the ground, her mood from earlier completely evaporated.

“You know I don’t think I’ve ever properly thanked you for that night at your home. It was good of you to reintroduce Katarina and I, much has come from it.”

Kat laughs quietly, and finally looks up. “You make an excellent point.” She leans up and kisses my cheek. “We are grateful.”

Soreana looks like a fish out of water, gasping for air. “We should head inside.” I slide my hand to the small of Kat’s back and guide her forward, lobbing one last parting shot behind me. “Perhaps this new year will see your husband returned to you.” She sounds like she’s choking as we walk away. Good, I always hated Soreana.

“Bit much, don’t you think?” She lets me lead her toward the pew at the front of the balcony. From here those of rank look down on the teeming masses below.

“No, I heard what she said and I put her in her place.” I put my hand over hers and feel her run her nails along my palm.

“It had truth to it.” She’s starting to dwell on it.

I lean over and whisper in her ear. “Nonsense, every night would be a lot to ask of a man with my responsibilities.” I kiss her temple softly.

“Honestly.” She slaps playfully at my shoulder and I believe she is sufficiently distracted. I hear enough murmuring to know we’re being talked about again, I find that deeply satisfying.

“They let anyone sit up here these days.” Darius lowers his considerable form into the seat next to Kat.

“Well, they did let you in.” She’s all smiles for him I note.

“I kinda wish they hadn’t. The burdens of leadership I suppose.”

“Poor DarDar, he might get bored.” It’s always like this between them, astoundingly easy. I’ve never seen them fail to get along, even when Kat is in one of her moods. Tonight it grates on me as he leans in and whispers something that has her choking back a laugh.

Thankfully their banter is interrupted as the ceremony begins and the Priest steps forward. I note the seat next to me where the third of the Trifarix should sit is empty. Just as well, it keeps me from having to deal with LeBlanc in addition to everything else.

It’s as though she’s summoned by that thought, her veiled figure practically floating as she approaches. She settles in, too close for comfort. “Well, someone brought their little pet with.” Her voice is so low only I can hear it. I shoot her a look and turn back to the ceremony, a sacrificial killing of the old year to bring forth the new. A deserter stands in for the old year, looking to atone for his cowardice by giving his life to satisfy the gods. It’d be meaningful if I believed in gods.

Kat has turned her attention back to Darius, gesturing and whispering furiously. “What? I admire you, keeping up with that young little thing.”

I wonder if the demon could strangle the immortal life out of her. “Are you jealous?”

“And if I was?” Now there’s almost a playfulness to her tone.

Before I can answer I feel Kat’s arm hook through my mine. She carefully lays her head on my shoulder, not disturbing her pinned-up hair. I catch her hand and squeeze it a bit. She smiles up at me before exaggeratedly yawning.”Behave.” I scold and she pouts, her nails again running along my palm. Perhaps the crowd is getting to her, I should have considered that possibility.

The ceremony is brief enough at least, Noxians don’t tend to prattle on to the gods, even when they do believe in them. Off to the self-indulgence of the nobility and, if fortune smiles, home before long. As we stand Kat turns again to Darius, and like a coiled predator waiting to strike, LeBlanc leans in to whisper to me. “You’ve been so...occupied recently, we haven’t truly spoken in ages. We should remedy that.” And with that she vanishes into the crowd, her invitation lingering behind her as we begin to leave.

It is tempting. Leblanc can be charming when she wants something. And she most definitely wants something. Though what it is this time, I’m not sure. Perhaps she just needs to reassure herself my attention is hers when she wants it. Still, it’s always been a benefit when she gets what a little of what she wants. It keeps her docile to think she’s winning.

“Jericho.” There’s a sharp edge of irritation to Kat’s voice.

“Yes?” She turns back to glare at me, halting the crowd a bit around her.

“Nevermind.” She turns and starts walking away. I try to hurry after her without appearing to and catching up, I take her hand.

There’s a moment where I feel her almost pull away. “Apologies, I was distracted.” She doesn’t say anything, but she leaves her hand in mine. It seems everything tonight must be difficult.

The crowd parts, some still daring to stare and take in the spectacle or try to whisper covertly to their companions. I stop suddenly and lean down to kiss her deeply, hands around her hips, fueling the fire.

I’d almost say she was blushing slightly as we pulled apart. “You’re making quite a scene.”

“That was entirely my intention, my dear.” I take her hand and continue our way out, leaving the masses gawking behind us.

#swain #jericho swain #katarina #katarina du couteau #katarina x swain #katarina/swain #league of legends #league of legends fanfiction #the blade's edge #my fanfiction #lol katarina #lol swain #swain league of legends #katarina league of legends

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shesgayfor · 5 years

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Patient, Sebastian

Summary: Reader is a dentist, and Sebastian, reader’s boyfriend, agrees to come in for a cleaning done by her. Fluffy kinda, detailed.

Characters: Sebastian Stan, reader

TW: Dentist, Dental tools/talk

The two of them had only been together for a few months, but it felt like years. He was a famous actor, and she was a successful dentist. They’d met through a friend of a friend, at a dinner party. They hit it off immediately, he was quiet and charming, she was bold and sweet. It was an instant connection between them, and they both knew it. He had been not super busy lately with any projects, giving them time to properly get to know each other. Dates out in public, being snapped by paparazzi. She handled it really well, for someone who's never been in the spotlight before.

They often spoke of their work with each other, him telling her about past acting gigs and famous people he’s worked with, while she talks about her fascination with dentistry and the short list of celebrities she’s encountered. Living in Manhattan, New York she was bound to see celebrities come through her practice. Somewhere along the most recent conversation, he agreed to come into her office for a cleaning. It felt like a big step in their relationship somehow. Almost like, hey we’re getting pretty serious and you cleaning my teeth will prove that kinda thing. I mean they’d seen each other naked, so what’s her seeing his teeth any harm.

She had been finishing up a patient when her front desk receptionist interrupted her.

“Sebastian is here.” The receptionist smiled at her. Her stomach dropped at the comment, but it also made her smile.

“Thank you, Lauren. I’m almost finished.” Y/N said to her. She nodded and left the room. She excused her patient, getting herself ready to clean her new boyfriends teeth. She was actually really nervous about it, or around him. Or both?

“Hey Doctor your next patient is here, want me to send him in?” A hygienist approached, asking her.

“Yes please, thank you Amy.” She nodded as she walked into the front to retrieve the patient. Y/N walked all the way to the back of the building into her office. Sebastian’s previous dentist was sending over past records, and she wanted to print them and bring them in. She heard Amy and Sebastian lightly chatting, assuming she was bringing him into the room. Her practice was private, which meant she owned her own section in a building. The layout consisted of a small, waiting area up front. A door separating that area, to then leading to the one and only dental room, which had a sliding door to it, for maximum privacy. Her office was located right behind the dental room. It wasn’t a huge area, but it was private, and it was hers. One receptionist and two hygienists would be on staff for one day. She did most of the biggest procedures like cavity fillings, wisdom teeth pulling, braces installation and more. Her hygienists usually dealt with minor cleanings, but not today.

She grabbed all the printed papers and headed into the dental room. Slowly walking in she saw her long boyfriend sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. She quietly slid the door closed, as his head turned around to see her entering.

“Hi,” he said softly, with a smile. She placed a hand on his shoulder, before bending down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Hi,” she said back. He was looking her up and down, intrigued by the white coat.

“So professional, doctor.” He said to her. This made her laugh, and slightly blush. God damn he made her nervous. She studied his calming face, his slightly scruffy beard and fluffy brown hair. His piercing blue eyes that intimidated the hell out of her.

“How was your day?” She pulled up a stool with wheels next to him.

“Eh, considering it’s only noon not much has happened. How’s it been here?” His words were soothing to the ears.

“Kinda busy, actually. Had an emergency root canal at 8 this morning so that’s always fun.” His face dropped to one of horror and disgust. “I know,” she laughed, “always a fun time.”

“You’re not doing a, root, canal, on me are you?” He asked.

“God no babe,” she placed a hand on his. “Just a cleaning!”

“Okay good.” He looked relieved.

“Hey, you agreed to this. I promise, I’m gentle.” She responded.

“No no I know. I trust you 100%. I need a good cleaning and who better to do it than my incredibly intelligent, beautiful girlfriend?” Her face went bright red, and against her eggshell white jacket it was quite obvious.

“Awe am I making you blush?” His voice had a hint of laughter in it.

“God you always do, don’t sweet talk me! I am your doctor.” She sounded half joking half serious.

“Alright I’ll be good.” He folded his hands on his stomach and leaned his head back into the chair.

“Right. Okay let’s get started, shall we?” Her bright, straight teeth were being revealed. She rolled behind him, typing something into the computer and grabbing some materials. A high tray appeared, revealing several tools. She reached into a drawer to grab fresh gloves and a nose and mouth mask. The mask and gloves went on, and she was ready to get started. A paper like towel was placed around his neck, it being purple in color. Her foot tapped a button to make the chair go up and backwards, forcing him to be laying on his back. The overhead light gets turned on, and aimed directly at his mouth. She picks up a mini mirror, and a pointed tool as she moves it directly towards his mouth. He does a bite down, bear all teeth type of smile before he actually opens his mouth.

“Open up, babe.” She teased softly behind the mask.

“Yup.” he says as he does exactly as she asks. The current position of them was him, obviously lying flat on the chair. Her, she was sitting on the rolling stool right under his head. She was incredibly close to his face, doing this on purpose.

She moves the mirror around to check out every single tooth, with the occasional light poke from the pointed tool. “Damn Sebastian.” she whispers behind the mask, but loud enough for him to hear.

“What?” Except it came out as someone would expect it to with tools in their mouth. She brought her eyes to his, his looked slightly concerned.

“Your teeth are incredible.” She was genuinely astounded. The corners of his mouth went up to that comment.

Her mirror continued to maneuver around his mouth, checking every nook and cranny. She did this for a good two more minutes, really getting thorough. “Is that?” she started but stopped. Her pointed tool tugged lightly on a clear piece of material glued to the top and bottom behinds of his teeth. “Retainer?” She was speaking to herself at this point. He stayed quiet and just observed her as she looked. She was looking at a perfect set of teeth, each one aligned perfectly. She did a little bit more light scraping, before removing the tools from his mouth.

“Everything okay?” He asked, watching you type something into the computer.

She pulled the mask down to speak to him. “Yes yes, of course. I’m just a little confused on something I’m trying to check something out.”

“What are you confused on?” His voice was one of concern.

“I’m seeing, retainers in your mouth.”

“Oh,” he brought his finger to the back of his lower teeth. “You mean the wire thing right? That’s like glued on, right?”

“Yes those. Did you, have braces at some point? There’s no way, you’re an actor. I’ve never seen any pictures of you with braces unless I didn’t look hard enough.”

“Uh yeah, I did have braces about 5 years ago.” He laughed.

“How? As an actor? Were they clear?”

“No it was invisalign.”

“Ohhhh!” Her voice was louder at this point. “That makes so much sense holy shit.”

He nervously smiled towards her, softly speaking a “yeah.”

“Why’d you get invisalign at the mere age of 31?” She questioned. He got kinda quiet, as a sad look fell over his face. “Seb?”

“I hated my smile, Y/N. I’d been acting for 10 years at that point, I had this stupid crooked front tooth that drove me crazy. I never wanted to smile I felt ashamed. I’m in movies, and people see close ups of my face. I wanted to have a smile I could be proud of.”

Her face turned to one of sympathy. “Awe Seb, that is understandable. If it’s something that bothered you that much, then I’m happy you helped yourself. I think you’re adorable now, and I bet you were adorable with a little snaggletooth.” She laughed, trying to be sincere.

He shook his head and forced a laugh. “It wasn’t, it was annoying.”

She shrugged. “Perfect teeth are boring. But whatever, yours are perfect but you are not boring. Crazy how that works..” Her head was floating up looking around.

“Okay sorry, I got way too distracted. I’m gonna finish up.” He nodded, as she pulled back up her mask and prepared for the next step.

The next step was flossing. Since behind his top and bottom front teeth had a retainer, she had to use a different technique to do so. She pulled out a device that was small and thin enough to pull floss through tight teeth, aka his. “I really hope you floss.” She smiled down at him. He muttered an “uh huh” with her hands in his mouth. She began pulling the floss through each tooth, gently teetering back and forth between the teeth. Surprisingly, he did not bleed once. “So you floss daily? That’s, hot.” She spoke to him. His eyes widening at her comment, unsure how to respond. “Sorry, ignore that. I meant, it’s nice to see.” She quickly tried to cover it. She brought over a water squirting tool, rinsing out his mouth. “Go ahead and spit.” She said as she pointed to the small sink next to him. He did so, and she brought up the one that sucked out air into his mouth, cleaning it up.

“Bite down.” She took her gloved hands and pulled back his lips to get a good look at the teeth. “Perfect. Now for the polishing. You have a flavor preference?”

“Uh, peppermint is good?” She nodded at his response.

Another tool was revealed, this one looking like a drill, but not. It was a circular piece at the end that spun, basically an advanced toothbrush.

“Open.” She said with a slight drag on the N. He obeyed and she began cleaning and polishing every surface of each tooth. He let out a few chuckles during it, which made her laugh as well. This took about five minutes to finish, as she is always thorough and doesn’t ever miss a spot. The water tool made its way again, rinsing out his mouth. She pointed to the sink again, he knew what to do. She stuck the air sucker into his mouth, “Close. And, open.” clearing out any left over paste.

“You’re almost done.” Her eyes smiled, as he couldn’t see her whole face.

“Awe really? I’ve been enjoying this.” She shot him a look of confused and almost joking.

“Oh yeah?” Her tone was snarky.

“Yes. My girlfriend is cleaning my teeth in a very private room. I get some interesting one on one time with her. Even though it’s a little weird, I’m having a good time.” He was flashing his pearly whites at her.

“Well,” she paused. “I’m enjoying this too.” Her face slightly blushed. They both shared a laugh.

“What’s left?” He curiously asked.

“Fluoride.” She replied. He audibly groaned at the response. “Oh? Not a fan?”

“That stuff always has me on the brink of gagging, it’s the worst thing ever.” His face was one of disgust.

“Mm. Bad gag reflexes?”

“Pretty much.”

“That’s fortunate for you though, cause you’d have a rough time sucking dick.” Her face was one big smirk, it was clear through the mask too.

“Dear god Y/N.” He laughed. She shrugged, “just saying.” He slowly nodded, with attitude.

She prepped the pink goo on the arch shaped mouthpiece. She filled a top and a bottom piece.

“Just breath and try not to think about it. Open.” She carefully placed the fluoride trays into his mouth, lifting up his soft top and bottom lips to fit over the tray. “60 seconds, you can do it.” She took off a glove and grabbed one of his hands with it. He closed his eyes shut, trying not to gag on this stuff. “40 seconds” she was rubbing his hand with her finger ever so lightly. “20 seconds” her ungloved hand carefully stroked his cheek, feeling his baby smooth skin. “10 seconds.”

“Okay okay, open.” She removed both the trays and tossed them to the side. A cup of water was handed to him, as she wiped his mouth off with a towel. The mask and gloves both came off, as she stood up from the rolling stool.

She gently smiled at him, “all done.” He sighed a sigh of relief, as that last part was the worst part.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” She questioned.

“Not at all,” he ran his tongue over his newly polished teeth, “they feel great.” He was bearing his smile at her, which made her heart flutter.

“So on a patient level, your teeth are in incredible condition, Seb. You clearly take care of them. I recorded three fillings from the past, and the retainers from the invisalign you had years ago. Nothing looks chipped or damaged, the fillings are in great condition and the retainer looks as sturdy as it will get!”

“I-, wow yeah thank you.” He was a little embarrassed himself, his cheeks going red.

“I gotta say, this was incredibly satisfying for me. I can’t explain it really. I told you how I’ve had an obsession with dentistry since I was young, I just wanted to do this so badly. Why though? No clue.” She paused, to look at her boyfriend who was still lying on his back, with the overhead light still on. She turned it off, so she wasn’t blinding him. “To get to clean my boyfriends teeth though was, like an accomplishment for me almost? Maybe not. It’s weird, but I was just happy you let me do this for you, Seb.”

“Hey, I get it. You’re passionate, use that word instead. There’s no judgment. I admire you and your work, it isn’t easy. I mean, scraping random strangers teeth all day? I’ll pass.” He laughed at his own comment. “Your a real professional Y/N and I’ll come back anytime for you to clean my teeth.” She placed a hand on her chest and slightly took her body back. “Seb! That’s so nice oh my god!” She was enthusiastic at this point. “Here shit sorry let me put the chair back up.” She said as her foot tapped the chair back to a ninety degree angle.

“Come here.” He reached his arms out, pulling her face into his. They managed to kiss yet again, which lead to a small makeout session. She sat on his lap on the chair as the two of them continued extreme kissing.

“Wow thank you for that.” She propped herself off his lap, wiping her lips with her hand. “You taste so good.” She told him.

“Well, you did just clean my entire mouth so, I’d hope it does.” His face had a suggestive look on it.

“Dear god Sebastian you’re making me hot in my workplace, this is so dangerous.” She panted.

#dentist #dental #dentistry #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #okay listen i did research and found out that sebastian fixed his teeth #i found picture proof that he had invisalign #there's also a video of his dentist talking about it #everything else is imagination #i have no idea why he fixed his teeth this is just my imagination #he was cute with crooked teeth #but looks so hot with his new teeth

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scullyrunch-blog · 7 years

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Rogue - Part 1

Pairing: Fuckboy!Taehyung X Reader

Word Count: 8.4K

W: offensive words?

gif’s not mine

You woke up to a nice morning. It’s not every day that you felt some type of motivation to get up from your bed and start your day. You slipped into your sweater as you quietly hummed some tunes you didn’t care enough to remember which commercial jingle was it from. The beautiful birds’ chirp filled your ears. The fresh, crisp air filled your lungs. It was supposed to be a good day. You even walked into your class earlier than you usually did, throwing the empty cup of delicious coffee you just sipped as you walked past as garbage can.

All that just to be ruined by a certain hazelnut-haired and coffee-eyed boy you met in the university hallway. You knew him, obviously, even a little too familiar for your own comfort. Who didn’t know the notorious Kim Taehyung? The devilishly handsome young man that may pass as innocent in most eyes until people found out how he actually was. To put it simple, he’s a fuckboy. There were countless women that he had slept with. He’s the life of frat parties, and for the better or worse, dropper of panties. His ungodly visual features himself was enough to make girls threw throw themselves at him. That, plus an incredibly heavenly deep voice that was music to many ears. Not to mention his never-failing methods of picking up girls. He rarely failed, he smashed well, and very smug with that. However, his no-strings-attached rule made him the kind of guy that girls infatuated with at night by his so-called excellent performances, but despised at morning while he quickly shoved himself into his jeans and leave their beds. He didn’t really have a golden personality, but apparently, his looks paid well to cover the fact that he’s a huge jerk.

Basically, he never did anything to bother you, but he did annoy the hell out of your best friend. Jessi was your friend ever since you stepped into the university. She’s the exact opposite of everything about you. She’s an extrovert, enjoyed being the center of attention; while you might be outgoing at times, you rather stick into your introverted lifestyle. She spent her weekends jumping around from one party to another; while you rather stay at your couch and bury yourself in an endless amount of books or TV shows. She’s the very definition of sanguine, and a very pretty one too. Her hair, her skin, her body, her overall features, everything about her was just right. But despite being very popular, her closest and truest friend was just you alone.

Sometimes, people call her the female version of Taehyung. She just loved sleeping around and having a good time with partners that you’ve never witnessed more than once, or “trial and error” as she jokingly put it. To you, there’s nothing wrong with that. Everyone could do whatever they want without being judged. But on the face of it, people thought of Taehyung as ‘typical’ or ‘mainly normal for a guy like him’, but saw Jessi as ‘cheap’ or ‘easy’. It infuriated you, but Jessi always shrugged it off with a saying that sounded something like “it’s the risk of being a baddie, I don’t mind at all.” You had always admired her confidence and ‘no-fucks-given’ attitude.

But this time, you couldn’t help but enraged. There Jessi was, standing in the corner where you usually met her in the morning, minding her own business with her phone, but there was also Taehyung and the rest of his dudes. It seemed like they were catcalling her or some sort, and it was more than clear to you that Jessi was pissed. Even so, she just rolled her eyes and kept on doing whatever she was doing. Jessi never slept with Taehyung, although Taehyung flirted with her a couple of times in parties. She said herself that he wasn’t really her type and wouldn’t try to get him on her bed. But a person like Taehyung didn’t really accept the fact that not everybody wanted him to get into their pants.

As you walked closer, you could overheard some of the things he said.

“—some type of way. I mean, look at her,” He grinned that boxy-grin that was one of his trademarks. You unconsciously furrowed your eyebrows, a sign of you being disgusted.

Jessi stayed silent. She received a lot of treatments like this from immature boys, and while a good ol’ sarcasm might do the job to shut them, she had told you once that the better option was just to brush them away.

When Jessi didn’t make any attempt to respond him, he went on. “But what I don’t get is that you’re sleeping around with everyone, yet you don’t want to do it with me,” His friends snickered. You recognized some of them as Jessi’s former sexual partners. One of them ranked good by Jessi, but the other one was below average. Jessi always told you who she’s seeing, and after she’s done with them, she just made you laugh with her witty yet honest reviews.

“You’re a whore anyway,” Taehyung continued. “Not sleeping with me doesn’t make you any better, you know that, right?”

And that’s the final straw. This guy right here had the audacity to speak like that to a person you really care about. In public.

You knew you were usually calm and reserved. And you knew very well that you and Taehyung had never exchanged more than ten words. Nonetheless, you walked straight to him, passed Jessi, and right into his face.

“Why are you calling her a whore?” You spat the words before you regret any of it. “Because she refuse to suck your dick?”

You’ve had the habit of creating snarky comebacks in your head, but never actually speak them loudly to the person you’re talking to. But this time, you’ve let all the sarcastic comments you’ve picked up from sitcoms you’ve seen and let them flow out. It felt refreshing.

Taehyung and his friends seemed taken aback. Why wouldn’t he? It’s not every day a random girl that’s eight inches shorter than him dared marching to him and yelled at him with no reason. He didn’t say anything except for a short “excuse me?”

“Well, I’m so sorry to break it down for you,” You exhaled with a false sympathetic face. “But she doesn’t really go for a guy who comes right after three seconds into blowjob.”

You knew it’s not true. At least, you’ve heard that it’s not true. Girls here and there who had experienced Taehyung in sheets had thrown thousands of compliments about his marvelous ‘administrations’. And none of them sounded pretty close to him being a premature ejaculator, or being a bad one at all.

Jessi herself was surprised. She let out a small laugh through her nose. Nevertheless, she smiled proudly at you. Jessi had defended you countless times of so-called bullies with savagery, and it’s time for you to pay her back. Although you’re sure she didn’t really need it.

Taehyung looked startled, but found it amusing. He knew you from some obligatory classes you took with him. Taehyung took you as a straight-As student who preferred museums over frat houses. He also knew you as Jessi’s friend, but he never thought that you’d speak like this. He thought, interesting.

Taehyung said in an amused tone, “Oh, a whore and a prude,” His friends sneered. “What a unique pair,” He said the word ‘unique’ as if it’s the strangest word he’s ever heard. But he didn’t stop there. “So this is your sidekick, huh?” He pointed his chin to you, but eyes diverted to Jessi.

Jessi didn’t even had the chance to reply. You shot him right away, “A prude?” You stifled a laugh. Your palms might be sweating and your nervousness might creep its way to your spine, but you wouldn’t stop, and couldn’t stop. Yes, you had only one previous sexual partner, and yes, you didn’t show up to parties and disliked most of the things common in parties, but you were confident you’re not a prude. You knew enough stuffs to keep you going.

Taehyung raised one of his eyebrows, and smiled a smug smile. “Um, yeah,”

You inhaled and exhaled. “Excuse me, but I bet you’ll take that back when I ride you so damn good you’ll be seeing stars.”

At this point, it was chaotic. His friends started shouting like wild monkeys, still couldn’t believe that you just said that. It attracted some attention from the people around. Jessi’s mouth was slightly agape, but it later developed into a smirk.

The corner of Taehyung’s lips twitched, yet he still maintained his smug smile you’ve grown to hate in a matter of minutes. Taehyung had a weak spot in dirty talks, especially innocent-looking smart-ass girl with a filthy mouth.

And that might be a little too much, because you were certain you lacked experience to be spewing that around. But it didn’t matter.

The first thing that crossed Taehyung’s mind was ‘how dare she said that to my face’, but it soon turned into a game-like thing to him. You wanted to play this with him? Fine, he’d take his chance.

“So you think you’re that good, huh?” Taehyung smirked. “Well, why don’t you just show me?”

You raised your eyebrows. You really, really did not anticipate that. But you’ve made it this far, which was more than anything you’ve been before, and you couldn’t afford to lose.

But before you even thought about another snarky comment, he cut you off. “Or, maybe, for the better, why don’t both of you just show me?” He signaled to Jessi and back to you. “My hand-eye coordination’s good, doing two at the same time is a piece of cake.”

Both of you went silent. Is this guy for real? You thought.

“Or maybe you are just all bark, no bite,” He and his friends laughed.

You didn’t see this coming, but still, you replied, “Oh my God,” you rolled your eyes. “First, we don’t do guys who jizz in their pants just from seeing tits.” He opened his mouth to speak, but you didn’t allow him.

You continued, “And second, if you think that you’re really that flexible,” You had no idea if this word had any relevance to what he implied before, regardless, you said, “maybe you can just do us a favor and go fuck yourself.”

By that, his friends went ballistic, but some of them still dared laughing. You grabbed Jessi’s hand and walked away.

You felt a jumble of emotions, but for now, you’ve got classes to catch.

“Damn, girl,” Jessi started. “I didn’t know you’re that savage!”

After today’s classes, you and Jessi sat in your favorite coffee shop near the campus. You smiled as you sipped your iced Americano, while Jessi gulped down her soy latte.

“Oh, wait, I already knew you’re a savage,” She continued. “But that? That is just bold.”

You shook your head. “No, it’s nothing,” You bit the corner of your lower lip. “It’s just, I couldn’t stand him saying that to you.”

“Aw, babe, thanks,” Jessi smiled. “You’re such a cutie. But he’s a jerk and let him just be any kind of jerk he wants.”

You shrugged. “Jess, aren’t you even slightly irritated by people acting like that towards you? I mean—“

“I know, I know,” She cut you off. She placed her hand above your hand. “You don’t have to worry, I got it.”

But you knew very well that she disliked it when people speak of her as if she’s some kind of a cheap meat anyone could smash. She might be sleeping around with no relationship, but she didn’t just pick anyone and go home with him. She practiced safe sex, and that’s the only thing that matter to you. Jessi was smart enough to know who to do’s and don’ts. You trusted her in making that decision. You just never ceased to forget reminding her to be safe.

“Fuck double standards,” You exhaled.

Both of you sat there in silence. Enjoying your coffee and turning your attentions into the street outside the coffee shop. It was peaceful and quiet, exactly like how you love—

“By the way, what are you doing this Friday night?” Jessi burst your serene bubble with a mischievous glint on her eyes. You knew too damn well that she was up to something.

“You mean, tomorrow night?” You turned your attention back to her.

“Yeah, silly,” She flipped her chocolate hair and grinned. Oh, she was definitely up to something.

You tried to think of something, anything to make you seem as if you’d be busy tomorrow night. Your mind went blank. Perhaps because you actually had nothing planned for this Friday night.

“I got nothing.” You said shortly and honestly.

“Good!” She exclaimed in joy and continued. “So, there’s this party at—“

“No, no, no,” You shook your head so fast you could feel your ponytail going left and right in a rapid speed. Not frat parties. Anything but frat parties.

“Aw, (Y/N), come on!” She insisted. “It’s at Jungkook’s! You know it’s going to be dope!”

You couldn’t help but agree. Jungkook was a rich handsome spoiled brat at Taehyung’s caliber. In fact, Jungkook was Taehyung number one buddy. Jungkook’s family lived in a large villa-like house with swimming pool in the middle and whatsoever. And every time his parents left the city, which was often, he threw parties over and every single one of them was extremely lit. You’ve been to two of his parties (thanks to the ever-so persuasive Jessi) and all of them were wild, even for you personally. He served fine liquors, fine weeds, and fine ladies. The last one was the truest, since Jungkook seemed to gather prettiest ladies from everywhere to attend his get-togethers. These women did you nothing, but you just didn’t truly feel comfortable near them because they reminded you of how plain you looked compared to them. That’s just one of your reasons to dislike parties. Insecurities did you wondrous things.

“Um, I don’t know, Jess,” You diverted your eyes from her and into your coffee.

“You know I never try to convert you into my belief or whatever,” You laughed at that. Jessi had never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. But the way she said it to you was just funny. “Still, you got to admit that you need some refreshments.”

“I can get my kicks out of a night with Netflix,”

Jessi threw her head back and groaned. “(Y/N), aren’t you tired of tests and books and assignments and so many things like that? You need to, you know, go out and have some fun!” She said that in a sing-song voice and did a little dance with her elbows.

You let out a deep breath. She’s right and you knew that. Besides, you had just finished an incredibly hectic week. You felt as if the weekly dosage of assignments and stress you usually got had been doubled up. A little night out wouldn’t hurt, right?

Jessi pouted and you kept staring at her for a few minutes while the gears in your brain worked.

After what seemed like hours, Jessi just moved her shoulders. “You don’t have to go, you know that,”

But after debating with yourself, you’ve made a decision. “Nope. I’m going.”

And Jessi just screamed so loud it made heads turned in that coffee shop. Your mind wandered on what kind of outfit you should wear tomorrow, almost completely forgot the little thing that happened this morning.

On the other side, Taehyung couldn’t forget what happened this morning. Did that girl just walk right into him and harass him in front of his friends? He still couldn’t accept the fact that you, practically a stranger to him, just told him to go fuck himself and walked away as if nothing happened.

“What the actual fuck,” Taehyung silently mouthed those four words as you turned your back and left with Jessi. He wasn’t used having his pride hurt, so this feeling was completely alien to him. He might’ve looked like he didn’t give a damn and walked away in the opposite direction, got some good laugh with this friends shortly after, but deep inside he was infuriated. He’s mad and oh, how he wanted payback. The only problem was how he could get it done.

“You’re still going, right?” Jessi spoke over the phone. It was 06.42 P.M and that meant eighteen minutes before you were supposed to meet Jessi and left for the party at Jungkook’s. You had convinced Jessi a couple of times that a) You would go to this party, b) You would show up with her, and c) You would goddamn go to the party! Apparently, Jessi was still so excited about you finally leaving your cave and she was afraid you might cancel in any time, so she decided that calling you every ten minutes was a great idea.

“Yes! Yes I will, Jess! Stop calling!” You practically screamed to the phone. Jessi just giggled and made kissy voices, then hung up. You got other things to think over right now, and one of them being your outfit.

You had spent the last hour looking for the perfect clothes to wear, but everything in your closet seemed too much, too less, and nothing right. God, you really need to go shop for some new wardrobe. What’s left in your closet was just t-shirts, hoodies, and jeans. None of them really scream ‘I’m ready for party!’ to you.

In the end, you decided to just slip on a tight black turtleneck sweater that you’ve forgotten you owned and completed it with high-waisted short jeans that, too, you’ve forgotten you owned. When was the last time you dress up and go for a night out? You couldn’t remember. Maybe you needed tonight more than you thought.

You settled with a pair of boots instead of high-heels or whatever girls usually wore on occasions like this. First, you didn’t own one. And second, you wanted to be comfortable because you knew the last time you wore something that resembled stilettos at your cousin’s wedding, you almost tripped and destroyed the wedding cake. You pushed your phone into your jeans pocket, grabbed a coat because you knew it’s chilly outside, and you locked your apartment on your way out.

You met Jessi at a convenience store near both your apartments. She looked like a complete knockout compared to you. She wore tight-fit little black dress with a halter top that hugged her body perfectly. She’s taller than you, but now in her sky-high stiletto that only God knew how to walk properly with that, she stood as high as a skyscraper next to you. His long chocolate locks laid beautifully on her shoulders.

On the ride to Jungkook’s, Jessi looked at you with that mischievous glint that she always had when she’s up to something.

“What?” You asked and clicked your tongue.

She grinned and asked, “When was the last time you got a good dicking down?”

You choked on your own spit and nervously glanced at the Uber driver who thankfully seemed to be drowning in the old song played from the radio instead of overhearing your conversation.

“Come on, don’t look so surprised,” She poked your right arm repeatedly. “Be frank to me and spill. Now.”

There’s nothing to spill anyway. Between the last guy you’ve told Jessi until now, there was no one in between.

“Jin.” You said shortly. “No one after him.”

Jessi looked so surprised as if she couldn’t believe you. “Are you for real?”

Jin was a past that you didn’t like to dig. You met him on one Monday morning rush. You were in your first year and you were running late for an important class. You didn’t really watch your step, everything that crossed your mind was just how this certain professor took attendance for thirty-percent of your grades which you desperately need, but had a major hatred of people being late. He rather had you not showing up in his class at all than showing up even five minutes late.

You just kept walking, and unbeknownst to you, another man, holding his coffee while scrolling on his phone also walked from another direction in the same pace as you. And in a matter of twenty seconds, that said coffee cup was flying into your direction, specifically to your white shirt.

It was beyond warm, it was hot. It burned your skin but the first thing that came up to your mind (and to your mouth, in that matter) was, “I’m late!”

It was exactly another four seconds until you’ve let the hotness sink in, and you screamed, “My Lord it’s hot!”

The man who accidentally threw his coffee into you panicked, which sent you into the same state of panic, and also resulted in both of you scrambled around like lost chicks looking for their unseen mother; going around but useless.

And it was another seven minutes that you’ve exchanged names (and handkerchief) with the said stranger, learning that this wide-shoulder man’s name was Kim Seokjin, he went to the same university as you, on his second year, and he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. You didn’t go to the class you’re supposed to be having, but instead you spent an entire morning replaying the scene into your mind.

Three weeks passed and you learned more from him. Beneath his gracious appearance, laid a goofy man who loved spewing unfunny dad jokes that still made you laugh because of the way his face turned into a static mid-laugh expression waiting for you to get the joke. You both also learned that you watched the same shows and loved anything that involved eating. It didn’t take long until you both had your first kiss and it evolved into a relationship.

Three months into the relationship and you’ve had it for the first time with him. But for you, it was your first time with anyone, ever. He was gentle that time, showing you carefully that what once felt like pain, turned into pleasure in no time. You loved every second of it.

Nine months and a happy relationship. You did cooking together many times since he was surprisingly excellent at cooking, all night TV show marathon more, and sleepover with a side of banging appointment countless times. You loved that you and Jin could mind your own businesses in the same room, not interacting verbally, but finding huge comfort in just being there for each other.

It was the tenth month that messed up big time for both of you. He stopped being as caring as before, insecurities started creeping up on you, rumor had it that he was seeing someone else, and the rumor became a fact on one certain night, which was ironically a frat party. Another reason for you to hate them.

There he was, drunk and you bet he reeked of liquor. Sitting on his lap was a pretty girl whose face you couldn’t match with a name. They were making out, whispering sweet nothings to each other. He didn’t know that you’d show up, since he knew how much you dislike the crowd in parties. But regardless, you still showed up. You just wanted to peek a little on what actually have been going on behind your back. After that scene, you suddenly felt uninvited; beads of sweat on your palm and another beads of tears on your cheeks. You stormed out of there as soon as you could, went back to your apartment and showered yourself with warm water, bawling your eyes out until God knows when.

The next morning, you showed him pictures you took of him last night as evidence. You found out that it was his first time actually having some actions aside from you and that he didn’t really do anything with the nameless girl. He claimed he was drunk, unaware of his actions, only until later on whomever bedroom they walked in together then he realized what he did was wrong and went home. All that explanations didn’t erase the fact that his hands had been on someone else’s skin, his tongue had been exploring someone else’s mouth, and his eyes had laid lustfully before someone else’s naked body. You couldn’t accept the fact. You broke it off that day. He was furious, but he knew it’s his mistake. He walked away with guilt, and you walked away with grief. So far, he’s both your first and your last.

It was four and a half months ago.

You looked at Jessi and nodded your head slowly. Jessi must’ve sensed something different with you and stroked your back.

“Sorry,” She said softly.

You pulled off her hand and grinned, “Never mind,” You grinned even wider. “Today, we create new chapter. A good dick never hurts.”

She laughed, “Now that’s the spirit!”

Truthfully, you didn’t really have the spirit of finding someone else. Jin’s scent still lingered on your skin no matter how many times you scrubbed it up. Tonight was for a sole purpose of having some fun and letting some stress go. But who knew what the night would bring? You glanced into the window and you could see Jungkook’s house getting nearer, already loud and crowded even while the night’s still young. You were about to find out.

“I want to go home,” was the first thing you said after you stepped into Jungkook’s place. Music blasting over the speakers, so loud you could feel your skull vibrated from the bass. Boys and girls were moving around, holding the authentic red paper cups filled with all kinds of intoxicants. A group in the corner smoking pot, while a two girls sat on a guy’s lap in the other corner. There were so many people that you couldn’t help but feeling a little claustrophobic. These were wild things you’d never grown to familiarize with.

“It’s just started,” Jessi glanced to a gang of three tall guys you recognized as the university’s athletes. “Enjoy it, (Y/N)! Let loose a little.”

You took a glimpse at Jessi and you knew she’s going to start her manhunt a little earlier than usual. You gave her an approving smile.

“I don’t want to leave you all alone,” Jessi glanced at the crowd and back at you, doubtful.

Yes, I do not want to be left alone too, you thought. Nevertheless, you said, “It’s alright, Jess, you do your thing,” The corners of her lips widened into a smile. “I’m just gonna grab some booze.” If there’s anything you loved about parties, it’s the free liquor. You could use some.

“You know me so well,” She patted your back. She walked three steps until she turned her face back to you. “Hey, you too go find someone and get laid, you need it!”

You just opened your mouth in surprise, yet you just stifled a small laugh and walked on the opposite direction.

You arrived into the makeshift bar and found a table full of alcohol. The host, Jungkook, was there, red cup in his hand, refilling whatever he was having.

“Whoa, (Y/N),” He looked quite surprised. “I didn’t think you’ll come.”

You stole a little glance, a little amazed that he recognized you, then stilled your attention into the bottles. These weren’t cheap cans of beer. These were some quality stuffs.

“So I’m unwanted here?” You meant for it to come out as a joke, but it sounded a little too bitter. You knew Jungkook was never picky about people who attended his parties.

“No, I didn’t mean so,” He seemed taken aback, but covered it with a dry laugh. “I mean, nice seeing you here.”

“You too,” You realized it was a stupid thing to say since he’s clearly the owner of this house and of course you’d meet him here. But he didn’t seem to mind.

You settled for a bottle of Scotch that smelled pretty strong and started pouring it into a cup.

Jungkook peeked at the bottle in your hand. “I take it that you’re not a lightweight.”

“Not really, I guess,” You shrugged. “I kinda need it.”

He smiled that a-thousand-watts smile that melted girls on sight. “I knew the feeling,” You responded with a smile and started to walk away, when he said another thing.

“I heard you got Taehyung pretty pissed yesterday,” You stopped in your tracks and raised your eyebrows at him. He didn’t take you by surprise, actually. You knew that Jungkook would heard about it, he’s Taehyung’s pal anyway. But the fact that he brought it up to your face as if he purposely reminded you of the incident that you had almost forgot made you uncomfortable.

“I didn’t mean it,” You answered shortly, hoping that the redness that threatened to made its appearance at your face wouldn’t be visible to him.

“Well, he took it serious,” He took a sip on his drink and walked away. “But I don’t know, though. Enjoy the party, by the way.”

You just stood there, trying to regain your calmness. Yes, you might be a little rude to him the day before, but it was nothing, right? He had probably heard worse, or done worse. The actuality that you had perhaps embarrassed him badly in front of his friends had never occurred to you until this moment. You meant, he got quite a self-praising attitude. These kinds of things might hurt his pride. But still, it was nothing, right?

You decided to brush it off and reached for your drink. You emptied it down in a single gulp and refilled it almost immediately. Your eyes spotted an empty couch and you guided your steps there. You might need to drink more than you thought you do.

You pulled out your phone from your pocket and started to busy yourself with it. You had observed the people and you knew you recognized many of them, but you decided to mind your own business. You scrolled up and down in Instagram, Twitter, news websites, even some fun fact websites that people only looked up when they had nothing better to do. A part of you wanted to join the crowd and have fun, the song that’s playing was a song you liked anyway. But another more conscious part of you decided that sitting on the couch would be better than you wilding out and did something you later would regret.

Two girls sat on the empty spot of the sofa across you and started making out. You knew one of them as a girl who once had a boyfriend, but you couldn’t care less about someone else’s sexual preference. A guy who looked high walked past you and offered his bong. You had never smoked pot and was not looking forward to one, so you just shook your head and smiled. He kept walking and you followed him with your eyes until your gaze landed on something interesting.

Or rather someone interesting, in that matter. About ten feet from your position, you spotted the familiar hazelnut-haired man. There he was, a bottle of beer on his left hand, and his right hand placed on a girl’s hips. You shouldn’t be surprised of seeing him here, you knew it for sure that he practically lived in parties. Somehow, you still felt a jolt of shock. You had hoped that this massive crowd would be enough to hide you from him and vice versa, but apparently fortune was not in your palms tonight.

You were not genuinely unfortunate. He hadn’t noticed you so far, that meant you were still safe. You stayed in your couch, eyes glancing back from your phone and unto him. It worked for a couple of minutes, until two of your classmates from English Literature walked by and decided to greet you loudly.

“Hey (Y/N)!” One shouted. “Looking good!” The other one shouted again and kept walking.

You haven’t had the chance to reply because you were too busy making sure that Taehyung didn’t catch that. Just when you thought that you were quite lucky, you turned into having the worst luck you could possibly thought of.

Taehyung was chatting with some of his friends, but his smile faltered when he heard your name. He tried to find the source of that voice and found you sitting alone on the couch a couple of feet away from him. He caught your eyes and smirked to himself.

The moment Taehyung and you made an accidental one-second eye contact, you knew it was over. Your coverage had been blown. You needed to flee immediately. You considered joining the two classmates that you met earlier. It seemed like a good idea. Anything to get you out of this place, plus you wouldn’t seem so lonely with their company, but you couldn’t see them.

Your mind raced for a solution. You tried looking for Jessi, but as you guessed, she was nowhere to be found. So you opted for another alternative, a sudden retreat to the restroom.

You sat up too fast you hit the edge of the coffee table in front of you. The two girls across you suddenly looked up but they paid you no attention and continued what they were doing. You’ve been here before, you knew where the restroom was. You turned your back, hoping that Taehyung wouldn’t see you, and strolled to another direction.

Once you arrived in the restroom door which was located under the stairs, you prayed that the room wouldn’t be occupied by a horny couple getting handsy and desperate for actions. You pushed the door a little and you let the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding. It was empty.

You walked in and locked the door behind you. The restroom had a yellow lighting and polished with marble, it even had a pot of fake plant and little shiny clam shells decoration on the washbowl. The rich and their things, you thought to yourself.

You sat on the top of toilet lid. God, you felt like a coward. Hiding from a party inside a bathroom just because you couldn’t face someone. Pathetic. But this was your introvert instincts. You kept wondering why you even agreed to go this party on the first place. Or more importantly, why were you avoiding Taehyung? You weren’t afraid of him or something, you just didn’t feel that it’s necessary to meet him.

Yeah, right. It might be unnecessary, but what’s more unnecessary was stuffing your ass inside a bathroom.

And now, you have more important thing to discuss with yourself. How long were you going to stay here? Was ten minutes enough? Or did you need an extra fifteen minutes?

You kept debating with yourself while a knock on the door interrupted your thoughts.

You panicked. What were you going to do? Would you just screamed “it’s occupied!” and hoping whoever was behind that door would leave.

But what if he or she really needed to go to take a piss and they wouldn’t leave, instead they would wait in front of the door for you to come out?

Another knock. Much louder.

You stayed silent. You lectured yourself, “Take a deep breath.” You did. “Now, what I’m going to do is walk into the door, open it, say sorry for making whoever is there wait, and walk away like nothing happened. No, nothing happened. So, calm down and—“

“I know you’re there,” The deep voice you knew belonged to whom suddenly heard from the other side of the door. Panic started to crawl its way up your spine. You could feel the beads of sweat forming on your temple. What in the world was Taehyung up to? He knew you avoided him and he knew you ran into the restroom! Now he had knocked on the door, probably demanding for you to come out. What would he do? Or did he just need to use the restroom?

“(Y/N)?” He shouted, quite louder. Despite the loud music out there, you could hear him perfectly. You took another deep breath. Nothing changed, you would still execute your original plan.

You stood from the toilet lid and walked into the door. You checked yourself in the mirror and when everything’s still in place, you unlocked the door and opened it.

You had not expected to see him this close. He was smiling a little that was borderline to an evil smirk. His plain black t-shirt looked so great on his toned chest. Wow, have you ever imagined what might lay behind that shirt—

You pinched yourself. “Sorry if it took so long,” You said shortly and began to walk. But he trapped you between the door and his body.

“Excuse me?” You looked up, trying so hard to look calm while he stood so close to you, you could smell his cologne. He smelled like musk and something woody, and you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a pleasant scent.

“What were you doing in there?” He asked casually. As if asking someone you barely knew about what’s their business inside a restroom was the most appropriate thing to do. But again, it was only yesterday that you insulted him and accused him of being a bad sexual partner and that wasn’t exactly something that two strangers banter about.

“Just fixing my clothes,” You answered shortly. Hopefully that’d be enough to satisfy his curiosity.

“You sure?” He snickered. “You sure that you didn’t go into the bathroom because, say, you want to avoid me?”

Damn. He cut it down right into the point. You gulped down but thanked yourself that you were still able to look reserved.

“And why would I avoid you?” You raised an eyebrow, as if that’d make you look as if you really didn’t know what he was talking about.

However apparently, he took it as a sign of you toying with him.

“I don’t know, you ask yourself,” He put his tongue to the inside of his cheeks. “Maybe because you humiliated me yesterday and you didn’t want to face me?”

You balled up your fists. You didn’t want him to see your nervousness. You wanted to reply him, but you couldn’t think of a proper comeback. Your mind was hazy with shame that had yet made an actual appearance until now that you’ve face him.

“Why, cat got your tongue?” He laughed and put his hand on the wall behind you. That gesture made you almost lose your previous attempt of staying composed. “Not so talkative now, huh?”

“No reason actually,” You regained your calmness, but a bead of sweat must’ve been visible on your temple. “I’m just not really into wasting my energy to talk with someone unimportant.”

He raised both of his eyebrows, but a smirk plastered on his face clearly indicated that he enjoyed playing this little game with you.

“Have you thought about my offer?” He looked at you straight in your eyes, silently daring you to look somewhere else.

Which was a thing that you wouldn’t do, since he seemed to imply challenge underneath his words, and you’re not one to back out from challenges. You were amazingly annoyed by this boy right here that he almost made you snap out of your usual reserved stated, and you were not going to let him win over you.

You returned eye contact back to him. “Which offer?” You asked. It wasn’t that you tested him, you just had no idea about which offer he was talking about since he didn’t seem to ever ask you of something.

“Showing me your skills in bed.”

You swallowed nervously. Was this what this guy was talking about? He was serious about that? Unbelievable.

“You sound like an expert,” He rubbed his perfect lower lip with his thumb and was this little action just turning you on a little bit? “And I just want to see if that’s true.”

This jerk. He made it sound like it was some kind of evaluation, but on the bottom of it all, he just wanted to get laid.

You pulled out your eyes from him and took a glance across the party. There were so many other pretty ladies out there, most of them wearing skimpy clothes that left very little to imagination. You watched one flipping her long wavy platinum blonde, another crossing her lean perfect legs, and they all looked beautiful. Why couldn’t this man right here go bother all those ladies instead of you? Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?

But you couldn’t let him know that you’re majorly bothered by him, so you replied, “Well, to be honest, I almost forgot.” You crossed both of your arms in front of you. “I’m still thinking whether or not you will be worth it.”

At this, he grinned. “I can assure you that it will worth your time. Very, even.”

You raised your eyebrows. Speechless. But fortunately, he continued talking.

“You show me what you got, and I’ll show you my way of having a good time.”

You pretended looking like you were thinking about his offer. When in reality, your mind raced desperately on how you were going to escape this sticky situation.

“I don’t know, Taehyung,” He flinched at the sound of his name. You let out your deep voice that your ex-boyfriend thought as a sultry voice. “Why can’t you just go bother someone else, hm?”

“Well, you usually look hot, but tonight, you look like, fifty times hotter?” He raised his shoulders and signaled to the clothes you were wearing tonight. It’s true that you didn’t usually wear this type of clothes, and especially the shorts covered up your butt and thick thighs just right. Moreover, you decided to let down your hair, a thing that you rarely did. You yourself thought of you as a little naughty tonight, but you shrugged it off thinking that it might just be that you were not used of yourself looking like this, nothing more.

“But mainly because I could use some good laid tonight,” He went on. “Sorry if I’m being honest, but aren’t you down for a good time? Because I do. And you seem to have that, I don’t know, different vibe that made me curious.”

You felt a sudden urge to laugh at him, at this helpless and unbelievably horny guy. He was straight into his point and asked you to sleep with him. Was this how he seduced those girls who slept with him before? Why would girls want someone who was so blatant about only getting them for their bodies, you didn’t understand. Perhaps because this vile man over here knew he could get anyone, anytime, anywhere and he didn’t really try anymore. Well, his looks himself was enough to get girls on his bed without saying so much. You’d do so if you weren’t in the right state of mind. Thankfully, you only had two shots of Scotch, so you could still be aware of your speech or your action.

But another part of you spoke up. He’s right, you know. You could use some good laid. You haven’t had any service since Jin era, and you were certain that orgasms with your fingers or your vibrator didn’t count. This guy might be a fuckboy, but it didn’t remove the fact that he must be experienced in bed and guaranteed to give you a night you wouldn’t forget. He’s the easy cure for a pile of your stress over college life that you had and you were about to get some right in this moment. He looked extremely fine, surreal even. His sharp jaw and impeccable facial features were heavenly. Not to mention his toned chest and abdomen that peeked out from his black t-shirt. His deep, honey voice was so dreamy you wanted to hear it again and again. Just by thinking this, you caught yourself unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

And then, the right mind of yours acted up. You couldn’t do this. You insulted him about his performance the day before and bragged about him of your imaginary excellent skills in bed. You had only one previous sexual partner and he knew about your body very well that it didn’t become awkward or unsatisfying. You had never have a one-night stand before and you’re not sure about how to approach it.

Yes, you did watch porn and read crap ton of erotica, but did they make you any more experienced? You might know what to do by heart and mind, but would your hands do them exactly like you wanted it to be?

You shook your head. You couldn’t afford to humiliate yourself in front of him. He came to you because he thought you’d be a balanced rival for him in this section. But you weren’t. Yes, you could use some good laid, but you weren’t going to embarrass yourself. Besides, if you could hook Taehyung, you could hook anyone else. It’d be better for you to just walk away and find another partner, or go home to a night out with your vibrator instead. The latter option didn’t sound so bad, you’ve grown fond of your vibrator. It was the only thing that satisfied you ever since Jin was out of the picture.

You just spewed “Yeah, you can find your ‘good time’ with someone else, can’t you?” and turned to leave him.

“Wait, what?” He looked confused, but he let go of you anyway. He looked like he wanted to convince you to stay with him, but you had turned your back on him. He looked very hurt, as if he was never rejected before, which was probably right knowing who Taehyung was.

You didn’t stop until you were out of the hallway under the stairs and facing the living room where the party was still happening. You only stopped until you spotted another familiar brown-haired guy in the crowd.

It was Seokjin.

You silently cursed. What a miraculous luck you had.

You wouldn’t be so surprised of finding him in parties since he usually enjoyed them, but the fact that he was making out with two girls at the same time and one of them was palming him over his trousers was what shocked you. Since when did he get this nasty? You asked yourself. Maybe there were so much of him that you didn’t know.

You had convinced that you’ve successfully moved on from him about a month ago. You had not call nor text him since you’ve had your breakup. You hadn’t even meet him despite being in the same campus. There were a few times where you ran to him, but you dodged them easily. You had not seen him and you were over him.

It’s true that you’ve heard of him hitting it up with a couple of girls, but you couldn’t care less. You wanted him to hear the same rumor about you with a new guy, however you’ve never had one. You didn’t know what’s gotten into you, but seeing him across the room, two girls straddling his lap, his plush lips on her neck, his hands on their breasts, you couldn’t help but get your blood boil. No, you weren’t jealous. You weren’t. You’re just pissed.

And what pissed you off more was that he seemed to notice you and made a direct eye contact into you while he kissed the neck of the other girl. He looked like he enjoyed seeing you standing here, mouth agape, eyes bulging out of their sockets, as he looked at you while he let those girls put their hands all over him and vice versa.

Then, he put his finger beyond the girl on his left’s skirt, making the girl flinched and blushed. And that’s it. You snapped. Every trace of logic had left you. You were calm and reserved, a small voice inside you reminding you, but you shut it down. You took someone else’s bottle from his hand while he walked past you and you gulped whatever alcohol inside it empty and swallowed hard. You knew what you were about to do. You just need a little shot to keep you going.

You spun on your heel and found Taehyung leaning back on the staircase. Without further contemplation, you grabbed his neck and planted your lips on him roughly. He looked so surprised, but in three seconds into the forced kiss, he put his hands around your neck and clashed his lips into yours. He bit down your lower lip so you opened your mouth to allow him more access. He was a great kisser and you were glad you knew that firsthand.

You glanced back at Jin who seemed so taken aback he abandoned those two girls next to him. This time, it was his turn to sit in shock and mouth agape. You were innocent to him and he would definitely didn’t see it coming.

You cared nothing. All the doubts, worries, and logics that you’ve built up before had vanished completely when Taehyung’s hand roamed over your back. He lightly squeezed your back and asked you in a husky voice that made him multiple times sexier, “So, you’re down for it?”

“Let me see what you got.” You smirked and raised your eyebrows, forcing yourself to sound sexy.

“I’d be happy to,” He kissed you roughly by the neck and directed you upstairs, into whichever room you both were going to get nasty in.

You could feel Jin’s eyes following you but you lost him midway because you were so lost with Taehyung’s demonstrations. It was only making out but you knew he’s going to be a marvelous experience.

You closed your eyes. Oh, how much you knew you were going to regret this the day after. But now that the alcohol was in your systems and Taehyung’s expert hands all over you, the only thing that crossed your mind was: let the good time began.

A/N: This is the first BTS fic I’ve ever written! Any kind of feedback is very appreciated so please let me know what you think! And this is only the first part, smut will ensue in later parts.

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For 17-year-old Mary Amanuel, from London, it happened in Tesco. “We were in year 7,” she remembers, “and my friend had made an Instagram account. As we were buying stuff, she was counting the amounts of likes she’d got on a post. ‘Oooh, 40 likes. 42 likes.’ I just thought: ‘This is ridiculous.’”

Isabelle, an 18-year-old student from Bedfordshire who doesn’t want to disclose her surname, turned against social media when her classmates became zombified. “Everyone switched off from conversation. It became: ‘Can I have your number to text you?’ Something got lost in terms of speaking face to face. And I thought: ‘I don’t really want to be swept up in that.’” For 15-year-old Emily Sharp, from Staines in Surrey, watching bullying online was the final straw. “It wasn’t nice. That deterred me from using it.”

It is widely believed that young people are hopelessly devoted to social media. Teenagers, according to this stereotype, tweet, gram, Snap and scroll. But for every young person hunched over a screen, there are others for whom social media no longer holds such an allure. These teens are turning their backs on the technology – and there are more of them than you might think.

Quarter of 14-year-old girls in UK have self-harmed, report finds

While many of us have been engrossed in the Instagram lives of our co-workers and peers, a backlash among young people has been quietly boiling. One 2017 survey of British schoolchildren found that 63% would be happy if social media had never been invented. Another survey of 9,000 internet users from the research firm Ampere Analysis found that people aged 18-24 had significantly changed their attitudes towards social media in the past two years. Whereas 66% of this demographic agreed with the statement “social media is important to me” in 2016, only 57% make this claim in 2018. As young people increasingly reject social media, older generations increasingly embrace it: among the 45-plus age bracket, the proportion who value social media has increased from 23% to 28% in the past year, according to Ampere’s data.

This is part of a wider trend. According to a study by US marketing firm Hill Holliday of Generation Z – people born after 1995 – half of those surveyed stated they had quit or were considering quitting at least one social media platform. When it comes to Gen Z’s relationship to social media, “significant cracks are beginning to show”, says the firm’s Lesley Bielby.

She believes we will definitely see an increase in younger people quitting or substantially reducing their use. “And as younger Gen Zers notice this behaviour among their older siblings and friends, they too will start to dial down their use of social media.”

As the first generation to grow up online, Gen Z never had to learn social media, or at least not exactly. They glided through every iteration: Facebook (2004), Twitter (2006), Instagram (2010) Snapchat (2011) in real time, effortlessly adopting each one. But a life lived in pixels from your earliest age is no easy thing.

“You start doing things that are dishonest,” says Amanuel, who quit social media aged 16. “Like Instagram: I was presenting this dishonest version of myself, on a platform where most people were presenting dishonest versions of themselves.”

Like Amanuel, Jeremiah Johnson, 18, from Luton, grew weary of the pressures of sustaining an online persona. “It’s a competition for who can appear the happiest,” he says. “And if you’re not happy and want to vent about it on social media, you’re attention-seeking.”

After being “bugged” by his friends to get Instagram (he had stopped using Facebook aged 16), Johnson joined. He lasted six months. “If you’re having a bad day and scrolling through it, you’re constantly bombarded with pictures of people going to parties. Even if that’s not an accurate portrayal of their lives, that’s what you see. So I stopped using it. It became depressing. It was this competition of who’s the happiest.” He pauses. “Participating in that is not something I’m interested in.”

Hyper-connected teens have been faced with a surfeit of clicks, retweets and likes – and the dopamine rush of online validation – since the neural pathways in their brains were formed.

“They’re becoming overwhelmed with the responsibility of maintaining their social sites and with upholding the somewhat inflated persona many have created on these sites, where they are constantly seeking approval via the amount of likes they get for any given post,” Bielby says.

“The people who are the most honest about themselves do not play the game of Instagram,” Amanuel says. “The game of Instagram is who can maximise their likes by being the most risque, outrageous or conformist as possible. I didn’t want to play that game.”

At school, social media can be a brutal barometer of popularity. “If you meet someone new and they ask for your Instagram and you only have 80 followers,” says Sharp, “they’re going to think: ‘You’re not that popular’, but if you have 2,000 followers they’re going to be like: ‘You’re the most popular person in school.’” Sharp quit social media at 13. “I’d rather not know what other people think of me.”

A desire to build authentic, offline friendships motivated some to quit. “I’m so much better at real-life socialising now,” says Amanuel. “Not just those people you accept on a friend request who are friends of a friend.”

For Tyreke Morgan, 18, from Bristol, being a hard man to get hold of – he has no social media presence at all – has its advantages. “Everyone goes through other people to find me,” Morgan laughs, “and when I hear that they’re been trying to get hold of me I say: ‘Great!’ Why would I need 500 flakey friends?”

But when you are from a digitally native generation, quitting social media can feel like joining a monastery. Amanuel was recently asked by co-workers if she had Snapchat. “I said no,” Amanuel remembers, “and I instantly heard, like, gasps. It was like I’d revealed something disgusting.” She explained that she did have a Snapchat handle, but never used it. “Relief came out of their eyes! It was really weird.”

Teenagers not ready to quit entirely are stepping back for a while. Dr Amanda Lenhart, who researches young people’s online lives, conducted a survey of US teenagers, asking them about taking time off social media. “We found that 58% of teenagers said they had taken at least one break from at least one social media platform. The most common reason? It was getting in the way of schoolwork or jobs, with more than a third of respondents citing this as their primary reason for leaving social media. Other reasons included feeling tired of the conflict or drama they could see unfolding among their peer group online, and feeling oppressed too by the constant firehose of information.”

Bielby agrees that young people are becoming more aware of the amount of time they waste online. Of the young people Hill Holliday surveyed who had quit or considered quitting social media, 44% did so, she says, in order to “use time in more valuable ways”.

“I don’t know how people doing their A-levels or GCSEs have the time for it,” says Isabelle. “They’re constantly studying, but their only distraction is social media.” Rather than get sucked into a “mindless vortex of never-ending scrolling,” as she puts it, when Isabelle isn’t studying she prefers to be outdoors.

The fact that Gen Z have had their every move documented online since before they could walk, talk, or even control their bowels helps explain their antipathy to social media: it makes sense for them to strive for privacy, as soon as they reach the age when they have a choice over their online image.

“I’ve seen parents post pictures of their child’s first potty online,” says Amy Binns of the University of Central Lancashire. “You think: ‘Why are you doing this to your child? They wouldn’t want this to be public.”

Gen Z has an interest in privacy that subtly sets them apart. “Young people want to get away from the curtain-twitching village, where everyone knows everything about you,” Binns says. So while today’s teens spend a lot of time online, they don’t actually share that much personal information. And when they do share, it’s strategic. “You’re painting a picture of who you are and your image,” says Binns. “It’s your own shop window or brand.”

“Framing a picture and posting it on there is not a five-minute thing,” says Amanuel, explaining that any post will be well-thought-out in order to project a certain image and maximise likes. “It takes hours of deliberation.”

“When social media started, we didn’t really know what it was going to mean,” says Binns. “Young people are more aware of the value of privacy than we were 10 years ago.”

Amanuel says that the Cambridge Analytica story, with its exposure of widespread data harvesting, helped prompt her to get off social media, and many more young people seem to be turning against Facebook; on Tuesday, it was reported that the number of Facebook users aged 18 to 24 in Britain is expected to fall 1.8% this year.

Some of the teens I spoke to were concerned about how technologies such as Snap Map – a Snapchat feature that tracks your friends geographically, in real time – were spreading through their schools, and mistrustful of the privacy consequences of being surveilled by your followers wherever you go. “Snap Map is this big thing with a lot of my friends, but there is a sense of privacy that is being breached as well,” Isabelle says.

Teenagers are also educated about the ramifications of an offensive tweet, or explicit picture, as well as the health consequences of too much screen time. “Young people are being taught in schools about sharing nudes and how tweets can travel around. They’ve seen the horror stories,” says Binns.

Isabelle agrees. “Constant screen time damages your ability to see, and it also causes internal damage, such as anxiety.” Studies have shown that social media use can negatively affect mental wellbeing, and adolescents are particularly susceptible: one nationally representative survey of US 13- to 18-year-olds linked heavier social media use to depression and suicide, particularly in girls. And 41% of the Gen Z teens surveyed by Hill Holliday reported that social media made them feel anxious, sad or depressed.

But quitting social media can create new anxieties. “Our research shows that the biggest fear of quitting or pausing social media is missing out,” Bielby says. Some are more sanguine than others. “Do I miss out on stuff?” Morgan asks. “Yeah, of course. People find it hard to keep in contact with me. They say: ‘It would be easier if you had this or that.’ But I don’t think it’s that hard to type in my number and send a text. You’re just not willing to do it.”

Others struggle with the fear of missing out. “It’s like everyone in your friend group has gone to a party without telling you,” Johnson says. At times, he questions himself. “I second-guess myself a lot. There are some days I’m really convinced I want to reinstall it, not for myself, but because I want to appear normal.”

Still, refuseniks such as Johnson may not be outliers for ever. In a world in which everyone is online, renouncing social media is a renegade, countercultural move: as quietly punk as shaving your head or fastening your clothes with safety-pins. Morgan has become a svengali for classmates wanting to escape. “My friends come to me and say: ‘Tyreke, I don’t have social media any more,’ and I go: ‘Why? I thought that’s what you guys do.’ And they say: ‘Thanks to you, because of the things you said and the stuff you’re doing.’ It’s quite cool.”

Quitting social media is a determined move: apps including Facebook and Instagram are designed to be addictive. “Social media is so ingrained in teenage culture that it’s hard to take it out. But when you do, it’s such a relief,” Amanuel says. She has received a lot of “admiration” from her peers for quitting. “They wish they were able to log off. People feel like social media is a part of them and their identities as teenagers and something you need to do,” she says. “But I’m no less of a teenager because I don’t use it.”

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