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vampcubus · 4 years

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Hi bb! Would you be okay doing hc for tamaki, izuku, kirishima and kaminari x reader where shes kind of insecure bc shes kinda curvy and has a little bit of a tummy and he sees her poking at herself in the mirror? (can be nsfw too if you like!) thank you!

A/N: Hi there, bb! And I can definitely do that for you! I will say that I struggled with Tamaki and Kaminaris a little since I’ve never written for them before and that these… uh, aren’t HCs?? I must’ve misread, so I ended up writing little ficlets for each character instead! I hope you don’t mind 😅

Also, kinda got off-track with Denki’s… I hope you still like it though!

★| Warnings: Implied nsfw! A little angsty. |★

★ | Words: About 800+ each | ★

. . .

Midoriya Izuku

You stood in front of your mirror, staring intensely at your body in your underwear. A shirt hangs loosely in your hand at your side. You’d originally been changing when you made the mistake of catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, making you stop and stare. Most of the time you didn’t have time to worry about your looks anymore now that you were a senior and already doing your fair share of hero work with your near-constant internships with your mentor.

But now…

A frown tugged at your lips as your eyes scoured over your curves, your hand releasing the shirt and letting it flutter to the ground. You stepped forward, hands instinctively moving to your plushy stomach, squeezing and poking at the chubby flesh unhappily. You’d always been insecure about your looks, but with how busy you’ve been lately and your incredibly sweet boyfriend telling you constantly how beautiful you were, you’ve been able to forget about it for a while.

But now you weren’t working, and Izuku wasn’t here right now.

So naturally, your self-conscious butt immediately snatched the opportunity to grab at your insecurities and strike. Had you gained weight without realizing it? You turned to the side in the mirror, grimacing at the way your tummy stuck out a bit more than you’d remembered it. And you gasped when you saw stretchmarks forming around your belly and hips, some around your thighs too. When did you get those?

“Honey?”

You jumped when Izuku’s voice suddenly sounded behind you and you turned to see him standing in the doorway to your bedroom. He looked a bit confused, and his face naturally turned pink at the sight of you only in your underwear, but curious as to you you’d been poking at yourself. You rushed to cover yourself, snatching the shirt from the floor and yanking it on, pulling to hem down to your thighs, stretching it as far it as it would go without tearing.

“O-Oh! Izuku, sorry I was just…! Um… changing!” You stuttered, avoiding his concerned gaze as you covered yourself up, looking embarrassed. You didn’t want him to see you right now, not with how… chubby you’ve gotten. The thought made your eyes water.

“It didn’t look like it. Are you okay?” Izuku asked worriedly, setting down his things and walking over to your anxiously swaying form. He didn’t even have the chance to be shy, too concerned for you to care that you were half-naked.

“Y-yes! I’m fine—just lemme get some clothes on! …I’m sure you don’t wanna see me like this.” You’d muttered that last part mostly to yourself but he certainly heard it.

To that, his face contorted with confusion.

“What do you mean? See you like what? You don’t look any different to me.” He said, wrapping his arms around you and nuzzling the side of your face as he hugged you tightly—his usual greeting. But you found yourself ducking out of his arms, afraid that if you didn’t put clothes on soon he’d notice, and not like what he saw.

“I-I, nothing it’s nothing! I n-need to put clothes on first.” You stammered, skirting around him to dig around in your drawers for something—anything to cover up with.

That certainly let him know that something was wrong. Izuku was quick to jump to conclusions. What were you hiding? Had someone hurt you and you were trying to hide it? Did something happen while he was gone?

Izuku came up behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, halting your rummaging. You met his eyes in the mirror and you avert your gaze, embarrassed.

“What’s wrong, princess? You can tell me I promise.” Izuku assured you, kissing the back of your shoulder like he always did. You clammed up, pulling the shirt down over your thighs even more, unknowingly making the neckline drop until your cleavage was quite clearly poking out from it. Despite his concern, he couldn’t help but blush at the sight. It also made him more aware of your softness pressed against his chest, your gentle curves under his arms.

“I’m… just…” You started, tears rising again. But this time you’re unable to stop them from trickling down your cheeks. His heart hurts when he sees that you’re crying. He hates seeing you cry. “I’ve just gained a bit of weight, th-that’s all and I was j-just… I didn’t want you to… see.”

Izuku’s eyes widened in surprise, lips parted at your shaky confession. You were insecure about your body? Why? You were beautiful, couldn’t you tell? So what if you gained weight? He probably wouldn’t have even noticed. The fact that you’d been unhappily poking at yourself before he came in, and then didn’t want him to see you just because you thought he’d care made him feel incredibly sad. He sucked in a deep breath.

“Y/N, sweetie, you don’t have to do that. I couldn’t care less if you’ve gained weight! You’re absolutely gorgeous and you’ll always be. Don’t think for a minute that you aren’t beautiful to me, because you’re gleaming on the inside and outside, I love you the way you are.” Izuku hugged you tighter against his chest, kissing your cheek as you sniffled, glossy eyes meeting his in the mirror again. “C-can I see, please? You don’t h-have to if I’m making you uncomfortable, but I’d like to see you. To prove it to you that I love you.”

You sigh, releasing your death grip on the shirt, allowing the stretchy fabric to fling back up to where it was supposed to lay.

“O-okay, if you’re sure, b-but please don’t look too long. I’m embarrassed!” You blurted out, covering your face.

His hands tug at the hem of the shirt, pulling it up and over your head. Now that Izuku looked, you did look a bit thicker than the last time he saw you, but not in a bad way at all. The green-haired boy couldn’t help but blush, his mouth watering at the sight of your voluptuous curves and how plushy and soft you looked. Just like a lil bunny rabbit! God, you were so sexy. He was so lucky to have you. His hands wrapped around you again, yet you remain stiff. Izuku kissed your shoulder and then the back of your neck, moving his head to the other side of you as his hands drifted over your soft skin.

“I don’t see what you were worried about, princess, you look amazing, as always.” He nuzzled your neck, hands slipping over your belly to rub soothing circles into with his thumbs. “In fact, I kinda like you this way, you’re s-so soft!”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he peppered kisses all over the side of your face and shoulder, his fingers playfully tickling you. Your cheeks burned as you took in his praise and encouragement, drowning in the affection he was swamping you with all of a sudden. Izuku muttered an ‘i love you’ into each kiss against your skin.

“You… really think so?” You asked, timidly and his eyes meet yours in the mirror again. An emerald green forest staring back at you with an expression so loving it makes you want to faint. Your boyfriend was the sweetest. No one could convince you otherwise.

“You want me to prove it? Because I’m not afraid to show you.” Izuku purrs in your ear, hands on your hips as his lips meet your neck with a more sensual, and less innocent press of flesh. His freckled cheeks are a dark red, and his gleaming eyes stare into yours with an all too familiar longing. You’ve never felt so wanted before.

“Show me then.” You whisper seductively back, feeling his hips brush against your backside as the words tumble from your smiling lips.

And oh, did he show you.

. . .

Amajiki Tamaki

You glared teary-eyed at yourself in the mirror, your expression a mixture of anger, frustration, and shame. It wasn’t too often you found yourself in your underwear, scowling at your reflection like it repulsed you. You always so busy, and so you never really had the time to be insecure. But yet here you were. It was far from the first time you’ve recognized the fact that you were a little bigger than the other girls, and yet you constantly found yourself surprised by your appearance. Your expression morphed from angry to just… sad, tears forming in the corners of your eyes as your hands came up to squish and poke at your tummy.

Had it always been this… chubby? Or did you gain weight without realizing it? Why did you feel so heavy all of a sudden? Were you not exercising enough? Eating too much?

It didn’t matter the reason you gained weight. Only that you hated it. You hated the way you looked right now and it bothered you, more than it should. You were a fucking hero! Why did you look like this? Your lips quivered, and you slapped a hand over your stomach, hearing the smack echo throughout the room. You grimaced turning in the mirror and trying to suck in your gut. You poked some more at your sides, getting more upset with yourself by the minute.

“B-bunny? A-are you okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while and I um… I’m getting worried.” Came Tamaki’s soft voice from outside the bathroom door, causing you to sigh.

“No, not really, Tamaki…” You admitted, not turning away from the mirror.

“Oh no, can I come in?” Tamaki asked worriedly, hating the thought of you not being alright. Were you hurt? Or did he do something wrong? Why wouldn’t you come out? He even brought you some mochi to share as a surprise treat.

“Yeah…” You sighed, if there was anyone you trusted to see you like this, it was him.

The door opened and an indigo head of hair poked in, his nervous face burning a bright shade of scarlet when he realized that you weren’t dressed. He short-circuited, instantly ducking back behind the door with a stammer, unable to contain his blush and the familiar tingles of arousal from seeing you with so much skin exposed. God, he was such a pervert!

“O-oh, gosh, b-bunny! Y-y-you’re not clothed I—I-I’m sorry! I s-s-should have asked first!” Tamaki blurted with a hand clasped over his mouth.

Perhaps you should’ve called Nejire-chan instead?

You sighed, your heart sinking further as your boyfriend cowered behind the bathroom door. Even he noticed how chubby you’ve gotten, he probably didn’t even want to see you. He was probably grossed out. You couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face now, ashamed and angry.

“Of course, sorry, not even you would want to see me like this!” You sobbed, face buried in your hands as you leaned over the sink.

Tamaki froze from behind the door, his brain drawing a complete blank.

Huh?

What did you just say?

Surely you didn’t just…

You were crying!!!

Tamaki threw all caution and his embarrassment into the wind like the paper-airplane notes you used to pass to each other in class when you first started dating. He swung open the door and scrambled over to you, arms surrounding you immediately, face buried in your shoulder.

“N-n-no, that’s n-not it at all! You l-look beautiful! I was just em-em… embarrassed.” Tamaki stuttered into your shoulder, as you gaped at him in the mirror. “Y-you’re so pretty, bunny, I j-just couldn’t handle it…”

Beautiful?

Pretty?

But…

“Tama-chan, don’t you see? I’m chubby!” You groaned, hands pulling at your plushy stomach as if to emphasize your point.

Behind you, Tamaki lifted his face from your shoulder, confused. He only blushed when he gazed at your beautiful form in the mirror, red cheeks threatening to catch fire if they got any hotter. Or worse, he might faint, and embarrass himself! You didn’t think you were pretty because you were a little chubbier than others? That couldn’t be farther from the truth!

“S-so?” He muttered, meeting your eyes in the mirror. Yours widened at the question, searching his pretty onyx eyes for something. You weren’t sure what you were looking for, but you didn’t mind it, and that was a good thing.

And that’s when you realized that he was right; so what? He still thought you were beautiful. And you are once again reminded of why you loved the anxious and incredibly shy boy.

“You’re… right. So what?” You turned to peck his lips, a light pink dusting his cheeks when you do. “Thank you.”

“B-b-but I didn’t do anything!” He stuttered, hands flying to his bright red face to cover his scalding cheeks. They’re so warm it feels like they’ll melt the skin off his palms.

If only he knew just how much he did.

. . .

Kirishima Eijirou

You examined yet another bikini in the mirror of the fitting room, turning and twirling around as if a different angle would change your perspective. You sighed, looking over at the pile of other choices you’d already gone through in the past twenty minutes. You knew the swimsuits weren’t the issue… The problem was you.

You frowned at your reflection, heart sinking deep into your chest. It’s been a while since you’ve gone swimming, so naturally, it’s been a good long while since you’ve had to feel this way. Insecure…

It wasn’t as if you haven’t been self-conscious about your weight before, you’ve had your moments. But in those moments you’ve always had Kiri around to make you forget, drowning you in so much affection you just didn’t think anymore didn’t worry anymore. He forbid it, always making you smile, reminding you that you’d always be protected and loved. In fact, the cherry-redhead sat just outside of the women’s fitting rooms, patiently waiting for you to pick something to wear to a friend’s pool party.

You hear a few soft knocks on the door and Kirishima’s worried voice filtering through it.

“Hey, babe? You doin’ alright? You’ve been in there a while, I’m sure you look great in all of ‘em, but we gotta leave soon!” He calls. It’s a nicer way of saying ‘hurry your ass up before we’re late.’

In all honesty, you might just want to be late, maybe you could come up with an excuse not to swim and just keep a cover dress over your bathing suit? Yeah! That would work, you just have to figure out which one you’re gonna buy, get dressed and find a cover before you left!

“Babe? Can I come in? C’mon, they can’t be that bad!” Eijirou coaxes from the other side of the door with that charming sweet-talking voice of his, but it’s so painfully hard to swallow because he doesn’t realize that you’re the problem.

“I did suggest you just show up butt naked, it’s cheaper and super manly!” He laughs between his sharp teeth, trying to coax a giggle out of you but all he received was silence.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, that was a stupid thing to say. Please let me in? Did you need help or something? Let your big strong hero help you.”

You sighed taking a nervous glance towards the locked door. Kiri always knew just what to say to get you to bend to his every will, so even despite your self-consciousness, you turned to the door with a defeated sigh.

“Fine, but… promise me you won’t laugh, okay?” You relented, hand on the doorknob as he attempted to open it. You stopped. “Okay?” You emphasized.

“I promise, babe.”

You opened the door and tugged him inside, slamming the door back shut behind you. Eijirou stumbled into the small space, having the presence of mind to blush when he caught sight of you wearing a red cherry-print bikini, back turned to him and hands poking unhappily at yourself. His eyebrows furrowed. What were you doing?

“Uh, Y/N?” He started warily, and you meet his concerned eyes in the fitting room’s full-length mirror. “What are you doing?”

You don’t answer, looking lost in thought as you ignored his question and asked one of your own. The randomness of the inquiry and the raw emotion in your voice as you asked it made him freeze up.

“Eiji, I want your honest opinion, am I… am I fat?” You asked, teeth digging mercilessly into your bottom lip to contain the whimpers behind your shaking tongue.

Kirishima stumbled back like he’d been slapped.

“What? You? Fat? No! Of course, not!” He was quick to wrap his arms around you from behind, pulling you into his chest as he did so. You gave him a doubtful look from over your shoulder, still appreciating the contact, but not entirely comforted. “What brought this on?”

You sighed deeply, hands rubbing your temples.

“Did somebody say something? Because if they did I’ll—”

“No, Eijirou I just… I’m just feeling a little insecure I guess. I haven’t had the chance to since I’ve been so busy, and… not in a bathing suit… but now that I am…” You trailed off, eyes dropping to your feet.

“Hey, look, you’re gorgeous in anything you wear, and I’m not going to complain if my girl has a bit more for me to hold alright? Far from it actually.” He chuckled, though his eyes held a softness in them that made you melt into a puddle of sighs. “You don’t even need to try anything else one, I like this one.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to leave.” You smirked, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, but really, I like this one. It’s cute. On you anyways.” Kirishima kissed your reddened cheeks and you hid your face, thoroughly embarrassed. And just as soon as you thought you couldn’t blush any harder, you felt his hands drifting over your thighs, something hard against your back, and a sharp-toothed grin pressed against your neck.

“I think I’d like it off of you better though.” The red-heat breathes into your ear, and you feel yourself melting into his arms and gentle touches, letting him make you forget again.

You were about an hour late to that party.

. . .

Kaminari Denki

You were very aware that your boyfriend had a very perverted mind, and even knowing this you still somehow found yourself caught off-guard embarrassingly often. Right now was one of those times.

“Denki Kaminari, when I get my hands on you I swear to fucking god!” You were currently chasing a short-circuited Kaminari around the pool, arms thrown over your chest as he swam around with your bikini top in hand.

How he had gotten to be this fried was a long, complicated story for another time, but to summarize, that little smug-faced off-brand Pikachu was getting murdered today.

Your face was beet red as you finally gave up the chase, rushing over to the corner of the pool and sinking under the water to your chin, and facing the wall to shield your mortified expression and nude upper body. You had never felt this humiliated! Not only had your boyfriend taken advantage of your unfortunately loose bikini top, flying off after hopping into the water, but there was most of your class in the very same pool to bare witness to it all!

It was bad enough that it took a half-an-hour for your friends to convince you to take off the sundress you wore over your bathing suit and get in the water. And it was nice! For the first ten seconds that you were blissfully unaware that your top had slipped off, and was halfway across the pool by the time you noticed.

You would’ve snatched your top from the water, hopped out and never looked at a pool or any of your classmates again. Well, you would have if s o m e b o d y hadn’t reached the striped floating garment before you.

You sunk even deeper into the water until only your watery eyes peered above the surface, staring intensely at the wall. You realized why Tamaki-san liked them so much.

You jumped when someone sat down at the edge of the pool above you. It was Midoriya, holding out his shirt to you with his eyes respectfully covered.

“H-here, L/N you can wear it to cover up until those two stop being such jerks.” The green-haired boy looked over to Kaminari and Mineta who were giggling at the other end of the pool. You looked up to him like he was some sort of angel sent from heaven.

“Th-thank you! You’re a life-saver, Midoriya!” You took the shirt gratefully, yanking it over your head and covering up your nakedness. You scrambled out of the pool and made a mad dash to where your stuff sat. You threw your sundress over Midoriya’s shirt and your bikini bottoms, grabbing your purse and shoes and rushing over to the exit, trying to keep in the tears. “I-I can give you your shirt tomorrow!”

You heard a few voices call your name but you ignored them, retreating from the scene as quickly as possible. You had tears streaming down your face as you speed-walked to your dorm.

Your breath hitched when you heard someone call your name, and then turned to see Midoriya jogging to catch up with you. You groaned inwardly, slowing to a stop to let the boy approach you. He did help you out back there, the least you could do was wait for him.

“U-um, I’m sorry, I can go change real quick and hand over your shirt—” You started, hand rubbing the back of your neck.

“I don’t care about the shirt!” He interrupted and you stared wide-eyed at the freckled boy in front of you. “I came to see if you were okay, L/N.”

You sighed, wiping the tears from your face and shaking your head.

“No, not really… that was so embarrassing!” You wanted to crawl into a ball right there and just meld into the cement. If only you had a quirk like that! You’ve never been the jealous type, but you were feeling pretty envious of Mirio at the moment. He could hide whenever he wanted to!

You feel your green-haired classmate wrap you up in a towel, and then a tight hug as you tried to calm down. It was a bit awkward, considering you weren’t necessarily close, but you appreciated the comfort he provided in your time of need.

“Thank you, Midoriya.” You sighed, pulling away from the hug and adjusting your bag over your shoulder.

“N-no, problem. I’ll go back and set things straight with Mineta and Kaminari, that was pretty messed up of them.” He offered, eyes friendly and slightly vengeful.

As much as you’d like to permit Midoriya to avenge you, you didn’t want to make an even bigger deal out of this. It’s not like it would make you feel better.

“No, that’s okay, I just… I’m just gonna go back and relax for a while.” You managed a half-smile which he returned with a nod, telling you to text him or Uraraka if you needed anything before heading back to the pool area.

As soon as you stepped foot into your dorm, you launched yourself onto your bed and under the covers, not caring that you were soaking wet. All you cared about right now was hiding.

A little while later, you heard a few knocks at your door.

“Who is it?” You called from under the covers, now dressed in your PJs.

“I-It’s me, baby.” You heard the nervous voice of Kaminari filter through the door, slightly muffled.

“Go away!” You cried, burying your face deeper into your pillows.

The blonde-haired boy flinched, feeling the guilt weigh down heavier against his chest. He felt incredibly bad for what he did earlier, you didn’t deserve to be put on the spot and humiliated like that just because his brain got fried and he got hyped up. He knew you were insecure about your body, and he knew even as screwy as his brain was at the time, he knew how shy you were when getting into the water. And he acted anyway.

Damn it, Denki. We get it, your girlfriend is super fucking hot and you wanted to show her off but seriously, that was a dick move and you know it.

“Look, Y/N, I’m really sorry! I was being a total dick out there, and… and I feel awful.”

Fuck his sorry! You weren’t going to let him off the hook for embarrassing you in front of the entire class!

“Sorry doesn’t make me feel any better!” You shouted back, glaring angrily in the darkness under your safe and cozy covers.

“I know it doesn’t… can I come in? Please? I want to make it up to you!” Kaminari pleaded and you only scoffed.

“Unless you have a huge bag of M&Ms and the second season of (Favorite Show), I don’t want to fucking hear it!”

It was silent for a while.

“Give me five minutes!” He called through the door before you heard him dash off down the hall.

What?

He wasn’t actually going to…

You poked your head out from under the covers, sitting upright. You stared blankly at the door for a few minutes, dumbfounded. And as promised, about four or five minutes later you heard someone clamber through the halls and pound on your door.

“Open up, I’ve got your M&M’s, babe!”

Needless to say, that’s how you made up.

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perfectionwithinreach2001 · 4 years

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Gonna do this all in one go today, starting a 36 hour fast so distractions are v important 😅

Day 1

Height: 167 cm, or a tall 5’5

Current weight: around 66 kgs?

Highest weight: around 83 kgs

Goal weight: 51 kgs

I would put measurements like waist and hips and stuff, I do have a tape measure in my room, but that gets me down more than my weight. I have lost quite a bit but my waist has stayed around the same, and I would love to have a waist that’s anywhere between 27-24 inches.

Day 2

Height stated above. I never really had any issues with my height. I’m fairly average height, if slightly above, but I always feel gigantic if anyone is shorter than me, even if they’re maybe the same body shape or weight. I would like to be a little shorter I guess, it would make me feel smaller and more delicate, but I guess being taller would mean I would look thinner

Day 3

Flat stomach thinspo is everything for me, all my weight is on my tummy

Day 4

I don’t fear weightloss. I have done a fair bit already and it makes me feel so much better and more confident about myself, but I guess I’m more worried about it not being enough. I get to my goal weight, and I’m still too ugly and fat.

Day 5

I’m doing for me. I want to be more confident, I want to be skinnier (or at least on the same level) as the girls who used to make fun of my weight. I want to feel good enough for my partner. I want to feel sexy. But I guess I also want other people to find my attractive. At my highest weight (and honestly up until 6 months ago), no one showed me any romantic attention EVER and it killed my self esteem. I have a partner rn (being with them has helped a lot, they tell me I’m pretty and not fat and everything) but I still want to be seen as an attractive person by people. I won’t believe the compliments until I’m at my goal weight.

Day 6

I’m more of a picker throughout the day person I suppose

Day 7

They know I’m losing weight and are proud of what I’ve lost so far. I am too. But they keep telling me I shouldn’t lose anymore. Little do they know I’ve got 30 pounds to lose before I consider stopping. They care about me, but they don’t realise that I’ve got disordered eating patterns. I reckon they have an idea I don’t have the best relationship with food, but don’t know the extent of it.

Day 8

I don’t really work out, but wanna join my uni gym soon!

Day 9

People don’t explicitly call me fat anymore, but it’s little things. My partner saying I’m bigger than average. My friends boyfriend calling me chunky. I once asked my friend if she thought I was fat and she said “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say”. Saying I have mochi cheeks (fat cheeks). Saying my coat was massive. It’s not as bad as fat, but it still hurts, because it reminds me of how long I have to go. I’ve lost quite a bit and sometimes feel skinny, but those things being said is a harsh reminder that I’m no where near where I want to be.

Day 10

A happy relationship with food, potentially for years to come.

Day 11

I don’t have one, I just look under the tags. Then again, Emily Ratajkowski’s Instagram makes me want to starve for all eternity, how can someone have such a perfect body?

Day 12

I’m at university rn and my accommodation is bullshit because it doesn’t have a kitchen? so I tend to eat a lot of either boxed or can soup, miso soup, small packs of popcorn, Cheerios, and sometimes I get a big bag carrot sticks (healthy I know). At home however, I eat all of the veggies. I adore fresh veg, and basically will eat for every meal, whether they’re stir fried, steamed, sautéed with can tomatoes, but my downfall is snacks. Fucking snacks.

Day 13

More recently it’s become unhealthy, but i haven’t been able to eat as little as I’ve wanted to as I was back home, and rn my partner is staying with me I can’t eat 500 calories a day when they’re here 😅

Day 14

51 kgs or 110 lbs. probably in year or 18 months or so (it takes me AGES to lose weight).

Day 15

I’m in between vegetarian and vegan I guess. It limits the food I can eat, so it has helped me I guess, but I know eat so much healthier so it’s all good for me.

Day 16

I always thought of doing it, but only properly about 2 years ago?

Day 17

I have disordered eating habits but not full on anorexia. I’m a psychology student, so I know the criteria and I don’t fit it all yet. However, if I became more serious and did develop an actual eating disorder, I wouldn’t be 100% surprised.

Day 18

Anything sweet. I am a whore for it, but I will only succumb to my weakness if the food is already open/ other people are eating/ I am by myself and the pack is open. I never really buy binge food just for me.

Day 19

Yesterday, partner is still here so we tend to do that a lot 😅

Day 20

Vegetarian/ vegan

Day 21

In jeans, trousers and skirts, I’m a uk 10, and on my top and dresses I’m usually a 12 or so (I have D cup boobs and kinda broad back). It annoys me that I’m not a 10 all over, it would make me appear more balanced and just make me feel better.

Day 22

64 kgs I think before Christmas 😭

Day 23

Tumblr did. I did a school project on how social media influenced eating disorders when my eating first started going bad, which basically me an excuse to read thinspo in class. Even before then I was on tumblr looking under the tags though. Social media in general was huge for me.

Day 24

I don’t really have any feelings towards it? I refuse to give tips on this account/ pictures of myself because I don’t want this to be a PROPER pro account. I’m using this to vent as I have no one in my real life to talk to about it. However, this account would technically count as pro so I can’t really chastise people for being “pro ana” on their blogs when I’m no better. But basically if you have an account, you’re pro ana, definitely for yourself and potentially for other people (this account is purely for me)

Day 25

I’ve stuck a toothbrush down my throat several times and I’ve always chickened out. I don’t want to develop bulimia.

Day 26

Feeling pretty, even with my pretty friends, looking better in my clothes, and feeling proud of myself

Day 27

I try to remind myself that I AM in control. If I’m publically eating food, I tend to make some excuses, or just eat it normally. Hence why I don’t have a proper eating disorder, sometimes I will just eat and not feel that nervous and stuff, but I nearly always feel guilty after I’ve eaten.

Day 28

Heck yeah! I always get compliments on my legs because they are quite long and toned, and none of my body fat is really stored on my legs so they are good legs, but I have fat on my upper thighs which piss me off beyond belief. Gimme that thigh gap so I can good about myself!!

Day 29

Not me

Day 30

1. I got into my dream university studying psychology!

2. I have diabetes (the genetic one, type 1).

3. No one really knows I have disordered eating patterns.

4. I love this band called AJR!

5. My first kiss was when I was 18 (my current age, around 6 months ago, with my current partner). The lack of romance in my life before this was major thinspo for me and still is tbh. I assumed I got no attention because I was so unattractive

6. I live in England

7. I wear eyeliner nearly everyday and can do very good cat eye (like, James Charles WISHES he could do a cat eye like me good)

8. I have 3 dogs and I love them so much

9. I want to be a therapist when I’m older (I recognise the irony of this)

10. I’m not bothered that much about how fast I lose weight, I just want to lose it and keep it off.

Damn this took over an hour to do 😅

Please feel free to message me! Although I will say I completely and utterly REFUSE to give tips, thinspo and mean soo comments to people. Just because I am suffering with a lot of insecurities and hurt myself does not mean I would even consider inflicting that onto another person. If anyone would like to talk about anything else in general, or want to talk about recovery and why it is a good thing, please message me!! I have been told I am very good at talking to people, and making them feel better, hence why I want to be a therapist. I will only send messages of kindness and pro recovery and body positivity (I know it’s ironic but we just gonna ignore that 😅)

#thinspo

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henraryyyyy · 6 years

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SEX WITH BTS

SEOKJIN:

Sweet but intense sessions, and throughout the night i could bet than more than one round. Did you see this boy’s stamina? Lol.

Seokjin’s, in my point of view, seems like a vanilla guy yet looks so damn kinky.

Sexy surprise lingerie from you, is a very big yes from him. Looking you tied down on bed in all his mercy would turn him on and make him so much more horny for you than he already was.

Jin likes when you beg for him, whine or/and desperately move your legs around his waist or even back to pull his body completely atop of yours, making me tell you that he loves your grindings. The feeling of your core rubbing his hard member would drive him crazy.

He would be vocal, not shy at all to show you how good you’re making him feel, and would moan in pleasure when your hands pull at his hair in each thrust or when he’s eating you out— that he loves to do by the way.

I see Seokjin as a traditional man in bed with some light kinks, would like to try new things with you, but in the end he’ll stick with missionary. Loving being the dominant one.

NAMJOON:

That kinky motherfucker is such a teaser, likes to have you on his control begging for his dick.

He liked commanding you, and God helps you if you ever dared disrespecting him.

If he tells you to strip; you strip.

If he tells you to kiss him; you kiss him.

If he tells you to fuck the hell out of him; you do exactly that, because what daddy says baby girl obeys.

Namjoon has the biggest daddy kink ever, don’t play me! He liked to be called that, as well he liked to praise you while you’re giving him head or riding his damned thighs. But he will punish you if you ever teased him in front of his friends or disobey his needs for you.

Joon’s not that vocal, not really the moaning type but grunting. He likes to see what affect he has on you when his member enter inside you making him let out a deep groan and you voicing out a moan calling his name.

That could make him hornier. But he wanna hear you moaning daddy, not Namjoon, so you’ll be teased as a punishment.

I think he would love to try new positions with you, as long as you’re fine with it of course, you’d come first always. Would love the doggy position the most, pulling your hair up from the sheets you so tightly grab to hear your whines and moans better.

Namjoon’s probably the more kinky in bts, and he’s not afraid to show it.

YOONGI:

This boy would love dirty talk like, “so you like that... eh?” Yoongi would whisper into your ear while deep thrusting inside of you, bitting down on your lobe licking his way down your jaw to your neck where he would love to mark you as his.

Tearing apart your panties with his strong kinky hands while with his freaking teaser of a tongue trail wet kisses up your throat until your mouth.

Yoongi i see him as a man who would like to kiss you while moaning your name inside your mouth, his tongue playing in it with your own, untwisting his name inside your own whines.

Would love hearing your voice at all costs, talking or/and whispering dirty nothings of what you wanna him to do with you inside his ear, so sensually that almost made him come right there and then.

Suga’s hands are a blessing of God and he knows that, we know that, everyone know that, and he would use it with you, would love to touch every damn inch of your body while doing the nasty nasty; as well as he would like your nails to sink down his pale skin leaving your own mark on him.

His sexy as fuck— yet a bit creepy sometimes— laughter, yeah the laugh from Agust D mv, while spanking your thigh when you could not get enough from his teasings and start to push your hips up would make your core drench.

“So eager,” Yoongi would whisper with his laughter into your ear. “Bad girls need to be punished.”

HOSEOK:

Shower sex is a kink, a big one for him at least. Is that even a kink? But whatever, he loves it. Love how the water droplets damp your body and his hands soak your region down there.

Humming on your wet skin is his thing, his big hands caressing your skin is it too, and his teeth biting down your chest is another.

Like Yoongi he likes to see you with hickeys, to thinks back of how good he made you feel and you made him too, but thinking of this would made his members hard afresh and that would lead to round two; but knowing him as he is, his hyper self, it would probably lead to a very entertaining night.

Morning sex is a yes too, your kisses up his bare chest would make him horny and you, with your morning raspy voice, calling him to wake up would drive him insane. So that would lead to a very dirty morning session.

Loves to feel your hands intertwined with his locks of hair, he’s not that kinky, but likes to try objects with you; like vibrators and all those kinky things. Anything that would not hurt you in any way, he could not forgive himself if he ever brought pain into you.

JIMIN:

With this mochi it could go in two ways:

The loveliest and sweetest love making, or the roughest and hardest fuck.

He’s kinky, but too shy to showed it, that’s why it was hard for you to find out about it. Jimin’s a cute baby boy with a very open dirty mind, he know what he likes but do not know how to say it.

This boy would love to blindfold you and tie you down on bed, all your nakedness for him and only him, because he was a jealous type, liked to mark what’s his and you obviously weren’t an exception.

Each moan you voiced out made his bright smile form in his lips, shyly kissing down your skin to hide it, wanting to show you his manly and sexy side —as he would like to call it.

“You like what i’m doing Jagi?” “You’re so good to me.” “Please, keep going.”

Jimin would be a mix between a dom and sub; would love to dominate you but also be dominated by you, see what you could do to him and how would you make him feel. How good you would ride his goddamned thighs while messing his hair as he liked.

As a dom he would love praising you, as much hearing you praising him on how good he was making you feel.

Romantic decorated bedroom with roses petals scenting the space and candles illuminating it too would be a lovely way for him to show you how much he loved you and appreciated all you did, do and probably will do for him.

Hands holding is a thing for him, a way to feel in any way connected to you, his small fingers between yours. Jimin’s loves that, and i’m sure you do too.

TAEHYUNG:

Vocal, very damn vocal.

Did you heard his deep voice? Well, that’s what gonna make you come lady.

Sex with Taehyung would be too good to be true, and with his deep, sexy, low, fucking turning on groans would be the only way to make this scene feel real and not just a wet dream of yours, or his.

He’s good with foreplay; you above his lap, his lips moving in sync with your with both tongues fighting for dominance. Taehyung would place his big hands on your ass, giving from time to time hard squeezes that made your body squeal into his, grinding down his almost blowing up member.

Would love to watch you ride him, your hands on his shoulder and his own on your hips helping you go up and down on his tiggly tiggly.

Once his roughy kisses on your chest stopped, feeling your body getting tired, he would abruptly change positions with him atop of you with all dominance in his power.

Taehyung would like to try doing the traditional position and much more others with you, any and everywhere.

So get ready for this fuck boy to ruin your entire existence.

JUNGKOOK:

So where so i start with this bunny... Oh yeah! Such a bitting kink.

Shoulder, thigh, lips, tummy... Jungkook would bit you every inch of your body, leaving red marks behind, licking on it to relieve a bit of pain afterwards.

This boy admitted it himself that he loves his thighs, so seeing you ride him on it would turn him on very much. But looking down at you with him overing your body would do a lot of thing to him as well, like making him hard. So, very, damn, hard.

Jungkook would like to have you on your knees, pumping you from behind with his manly hands rubbing your bare back smoothly, giving it wet butterflies kisses and bunny bites.

Expect more than one, two and even three more rounds; once this boy starts, it cannot stops.

Kook would like hearing his name falling from your lips with such intense moans, as well as listening to your own groaned by his mouth.

Jungkook’s not that kinky, at least at first, once the relationship go advancing he’d show his dirty fantasies to you; things he would love to try with you, and obviously you would end up loving too.

Hey guys ^-^

Request are open, ask me whatever you like and i’ll do it.

All armys around please could you follow my friend’s bts instagram account? it would meant a lot to me and to her as well! She post videos, games, smutty things and much more!!! I’ll leave the link down below please if you have tyhe time take a look, I PURPLE U ALL

https://www.instagram.com/btslovers__ss/

#bts #btssmut #smut #jin #seokjin #rap mon #namjoon #yoongi #suga #agust d #jhope #hoseok #jimin #taehyung #v #jungkook

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justtextmeoppa · 7 years

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Super junior reactions when you get jealous when some girl flirt with them

For anon

-kyu

Leeteuk

Leeteuk would have taken you as his plus one to an event, meeting new people and gaining a bit more attention then he should. When Leeteuk realizes that you are jealous after a girl flirts with him in front of you, he addresses the situation.

‘Why are you jealous?’

‘Because there are other woman flirting with you.’

‘And so?’

‘Other woman that are so much better for you, Teuk…’

That being said, he would pull you into his arms and place a deep kiss on your lips. Remaining there for a few seconds longer before pulling away softly and smiling his dimpled smile at you.

‘There is no woman better for me then you, Y/N. Never forget that.’

Heechul

You and Heechul would be together at an event that he was invited to. There would be people there that knew you and that didn’t. While you spoke to someone, a young lady approaches Heechul and talks with him, laughing and touching him flirtatiously. Your grip around your glass tightens and he notices.

‘You did that on purpose, Heechul.’

‘What?’

‘Letting the girl flirt with you.’

‘I did no such thing, but I can say that I see your jealously a mile away.’

‘Do you blame me!’

‘No, because you are my beautiful girlfriend who shouldn't be worry about other woman fawning over me. I am only hopelessly in love with one woman…and that is you.’

Yesung

Finding out that you are jealous over some girl flirting with him, Yesung would be worried and would come and find you straight away.

‘Why’d you run off?’

‘You seemed busy, Yesung.’

‘She is just a friend.’

‘Who was flirting with you!’

He would then grab you by the hand and pull you close to his body, his forehead pressed against yours and a smile on his face.

‘Then how about you come out there and make that girl jealous with your flirty actions, my love.’

Kangin

Kangin would be oblivious to your jealousy at first, he would just think you were moody until he saw the sadness in your eyes. Excusing himself, he would pull you to the side gently.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘How do you not see it?!!’

‘Excuse me?’

‘She is flirting with you Jagiya!’

He would then turn around and see the young lady waving softly at him, a smile on her face. At that moment he would realize what had you so upset. A soft smile on his face, he would place a kiss on your lips.

‘Well I didn't even notice due to your beautiful presence around.’

Shindong

You could hear Shindong’s laughter resonate through the building as he spoke to some fellow idols. You didn't want to get in the way, so you just stood off to the side for you also noticed some younger idol flirting with your boyfriend who then approached you.

‘At this rate, you are going to burn a hole through her.’

‘You noticed!?’

‘You make your jealously pretty obvious, Y/N.’

‘And you didn't stop her from flirting!’

‘Because she is just a girl, and you are my woman…’

Sungmin

It would be an after party of one of Sungmin’s plays. You would be feeling out of place as all the actors spoke to each other. Your boyfriend’s love interest would be annoyingly close to him, touching him and laughing as if every word he said was funny.

‘Having fun?’

‘The best!’

‘What’s wrong, you have been offish the entire evening. Did you hate the play?’

As you were about to reply, this young girl came to talk to him again. As she spoke, Sungmin noticed the way your body language changed. Clicking, he grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together.

‘Myself and my beautifully loving girlfriend would love to join you all.’

Eunhyuk

You and Eunhyuk would be at the local club. He loved dancing and you wanted a night out with him. Upon arriving, he instantly got the attention of a girl that would just not give up on flirting with him. You stood at the bar before he came and found you, all sweaty and out of breath.

‘Not in the mood to dance?’

‘You seemed busy.’

‘Oh come on baby, she was just being friendly.’

‘She was flirting with you, Hyuk! But if you want to spend your evening with her then don’t let me stop you.’

You finished your drink, and pushed passed him so you could get to the door and leave. Your boyfriend would grab your upper arms and pull you into his embrace, flush against his hot body.

‘How about we go out there and show that girl just how sexy and flirty you can be…’

Zhoumi

Zhoumi would be wrapping up his shooting for the day. The TV show was set to air soon and he wanted you to meet his cast. Greeting everyone, you then went to grab something to drink when you arrived back to see a girl with Zhoumi and having her hand on his thigh. Turning on your heels, you start walking away when someone grabbed your hand.

‘I saw that look, calm down.’

‘Calm down?! She had her hand on your thigh Zhoumi!’

‘And I have your hand in mine, I think you win over her.’

Leaning in, he placed a kiss on your cheek before flashing you a smile. Zhoumi always knew what to say to calm you down from your jealous wave. Placing his head by your ear, he softly whispered and winked.

‘How about we go back there and you get to squeeze my thigh?’

Donghae

You had gone to watch Donghae at dance practice. You loved the way his body just flowed elegantly to the music, regardless of the beat or genre. Watching, you noticed the way his dance partner flirted with him shamelessly. It was not the first time and you were getting sick of it. Leaving, you went to cool down.

‘She is just my partner ya know.’

‘And so am I, but I guess she didn't get the memo.’

‘True, but you are my life partner. The person I want to spend my life with, not just dance with for a few songs and then change. Y/N I understand why you would be jealous but I need you to trust me okay? I love you and only you.’

‘You are just saying that.’

‘I have been running around the city looking for you all night ,how could you say that?’

‘Because I feel like I am not worth you.’

‘Oh baby, trust me, it is the other way around….’

Siwon

The wrap party for Siwon’s latest drama was at hand. You loved the people that Siwon acted with, but there was just one that constantly tried her way with him. Shamelessly flirting in front of you, and brining up things like them sharing a bed and so on.

‘Don’t you think you have had enough wine for the evening?’

‘I need to preoccupy my mind.’

‘Well aren't I the reason for that?’

‘Yeah well no one seems to be flirting with the alcohol so the wine wins.’

‘She isn’t flirting.’

‘Siwon, she is touching you way more then I have tonight, she has brought up sharing a bed with you like five times and she is gorgeous! Maybe she should be your girlfriend…’

Sighing, he approached you and removed the glass from your hand. He held your face in his his hands, stroking your cheeks softly. A warm smile was on his face as he kissed your forehead.

‘I must say, your jealousy is amusing but you have one thing that she doesn’t and that is me. I sleep with you because I want to, not because it says so in my script.’

Ryeowook

Wook would be busy helping the trainees in studio. Helping them with some vocal exercises and just being a good mentor. You loved this side of him, and you couldn't help but just admire him from the door. He noticed you and gave you a smile before going to finish up. Looking at the trainees, you couldn't help but notice one that was a bit to touchy.

‘You cute, you know that?’

‘Ah, finished?’

‘Why’d you leave?’

‘Ah well-’

‘She is 17 years old, I hope you know that.’

‘You noticed…’

Ryeowook would take a seat next to you on the bench. He would take your hands into his before stroking your cheek gently with the other. Slowly he would close the gap and place a sweet loving kiss on your lips.

‘It’s hard not to notice your jealousy baby, but you shouldn't have it. You are the one I want and I will tell you that everyday if that’s what it takes to remind you.’

Kyuhyun

You and Kyuhyun would be out for a lunch date. It had been sometime since the two of you had been out and talk about luck when the waitress pulls moves on Kyu. Being Kyu, he wouldn't really notice and would only start to realize when your mood changes.

‘Is something wrong? Was the food terrible?’

‘No.’

‘The wine?’

‘No.’

‘Then?’

‘You!’

‘Me?’

‘How did you not notice the waitress flirting with you!? For gods sake Kyuhyun, she was practically thrown herself at you!’

‘Ha really? Wouldn't have noticed and you know why? Because I only have eyes and attention for one woman and its the gorgeous one sitting in front of me…’

Henry

Mochi would instantly pick up on your jealousy when he introduced you to some old friends of his. He wouldn't blame you for being jealous, but he would just find it strange to why you were acting this way.

‘Why so jealous?’

‘Is that even a question?!’

‘Yes, hence me asking it.’

‘You are relentless Henry Lau! Your friend was flirting with you and this is how you try and make me feel better?’

‘Well I just don’t understand the jealousy.’

At that moment, you swore you were about to punch him in the face. Suddenly he took you by the hand and led you aside so he could talk to you privately. Taking your hand to his mouth, he placed a kiss on the knuckles.

‘She is flirting, so what? She is just wasting her own energy because you are the one I give all my attention too. She is a friend and that will always stay that way, you are my girlfriend and you will not always be that because you will be my wife one day to. The mother to our kids and my everlasting soulmate.’

*BONUS*

Hangeng

Hangeng would be wrapping up and photoshoot for the day. There would be a female model on the project with him who would be a bit more handsy then needed. You stood their grinding your teeth before your boyfriend came and squished your cheeks together.

‘Stop, you are going to chip your teeth.’

‘Yeah well it helps more then be wanting to punch her.’

‘Still? How many times must I tell you, being jealous is futile.’

‘I can’t help it, she is always flirting with you!’

A smirk adorned his face as he held you by the waist and pulled you closer, making sure the model was now watching the both of you. Inches away he smiled.

‘Well how about we show her just how much of a flirt I can be with my one and only lover?’

Kibum

Kibum would be buying you and him some coffee when you noticed the barista laughing and touching his upper arm. To make matters worse, she winked at him while handing him a piece of paper.

‘Should I give you and your girlfriend some alone time?’

‘Well if memory serves me right, my only girlfriend is sitting across from me.’

‘Really? Could of fooled me, thought it was the girl behind the counter.’

‘Not my type, I like the jealous ones. They more sexy.’

‘Kibum!’

Chuckling, he reached across the table and grabbed your hand. He used his thumb to rub reassuring circles before leaning across the table placing a peck on you lips.

‘Fine, I like beautiful sexy medical surgeons better. Happy?'

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tayegi · 7 years

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Fuck, Marry, or Kill (m)

I blame @chokemejimin for ruining my mind.

Warning: Graphic sex and brief mention of blood

Word Count: 9,859

"Ok, Jin, it's your turn," You lazily drawl out, half-heartedly throwing a pretzel at him to catch his attention, "Fuck, marry, or kill: Hani, Hyuna, and Lee Gukjoo."

Jungkook boos you at once, "That's way too easy!"

You chortle at his outraged expression, "I don't care, I like Jin."

"You made me choose between Bang PD, Manager Sejin, and Kang Hodong!"

The other two maknae line members burst into laughter at the foot of the couch, Jimin turning to bury his face in your lap in amusement. "Still can't believe you chose to kill Sejin!"

"Hodong is a very illustrious athlete!" The maknae yells at them in response.

You affectionately run your fingers through Jimin's hair when he's overcome with giggles again, "Shut up, kid, and let Jin answer!"

The eldest member takes another moment to think his answer through before he answers, "Fuck Hani, obviously."

The younger members roll their eyes at the stereotypical answer, "Obviously."

"Marry Gukjoo, kill Hyuna."

There's a brief silence in the living room. Then—

"Wait what?!"

Everyone turns to stare at him in shock, "What?!"

Jin simply blinks his innocent doe eyes and takes another sip of his beer, "Gukjoo knows how to cook. She's definitely wife material."

"Yes, but how could you possibly pick her over Hyuna?!"

The maknae looks like he wants to fight, so you quickly change the topic, "Jin has his own personal preference. Maybe he just values personality over looks, you pervy horndog," you chastise, reaching over Jimin's body to flick at the maknae's nose.

Taehyung playfully wraps his arms around Jungkook's torso to hold him back when he tries to bite your hand, "Alright, Jin-hyung. Pick someone else to go."

"Well, I'm curious about you now, ____," he says, turning to look at you, "You seem to have good taste. So fuck, marry, or kill: the four of us in this room."

Everyone stiffens at that, shocked by the unexpected proximal question. You pause in stroking Jimin's hair to turn a critical eye over the room, looking at Jin, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook in turn. Then you sigh, "Is this even a question? Fuck and marry Jin; kill Jungkook. Duh."

"What the hell?!"

This time, Jungkook manages to lunge forward three steps towards you before Taehyung tackles him back as Jin's squeaky laughter fills the room.

Jimin doubles over with amusement as well, grabbing tightly to the flesh of your thighs and tickling your skin with his breath. He's so cute that you can't resist pinching his soft cheek in response. "Ok, that question was too easy," Jin says once he catches his breath, "Obviously you would pick me. It's almost too cliché, ___," he says with a click of his tongue, "Let's try again: Fuck, marry, or kill with the maknae line."

Your eyes pop open in surprise, "That's too difficult!"

"Oh, come on, ___," Taehyung begs, "Just try!"

"Yeah, I really want to know."

Jimin's unexpected statement makes you drop your eyes to your lap in surprise. But he simply smiles back at you and nuzzles his smooth face deeper into the juncture of your legs. You sigh and scratch behind his ear, making him purr like a cat, "Fine. Kill: Jungkook."

"The fuck?!"

You ignore his cries of protest and continue to scratch at Jimin's scalp, "Fuck… Huh… I really can't decide," you admit, glancing between Taehyung and Jimin in confusion, "You are both cute little puppies to me. I don't want to fuck either of you!"

"Come on, if you had to pick," Jin urges you, "Obviously neither of them are as good as me, but if you had to fuck one of them or die, who would it be?"

You pause for a moment as you consider the two boys who you've only seen as brothers, "Hmm… Taehyung, I suppose?"

The blonde haired boy jumps in the air to crow with excitement while the others murmur in disappointment, "Fine, so you would marry Jimin, then?" Jin asks.

You glance down at the brunette boy lying in your lap and bite your lip in indecision, "No," you finally admit, "I would also marry Taehyung."

"Hah!" Jungkook lets out a short bark of laughter, "She hates you, too, hyung!"

"At least she wouldn't kill me." That shuts him up pretty quickly.

"Wait, so am I your favorite?" Taehyung asks, eagerly bouncing up and down, puppy dog eyes begging you to agree.

"No, she already said she prefers me," Jin interjects, "I'm clearly her bias."

"No you're not."

He turns to you in confusion, "Wait, I'm not?"

You smile at him, "I said I like you the best in this room. But Hobi's my favorite."

The room descends into chaos at once, four voices yelling on top of each other to be heard. "How the fuck can it be Hobi-hyung?!"

"Are you drunk?"

"I'm the visual!"

You laugh and reach for a handful of potato chips, "Sorry, it's just my preference."

"Wait, wait, hold on a minute. Let's get down to the bottom of this," Jin says, clearly upset by losing to Hoseok, "Out of all the members, including the rap line who aren't here today, who would you fuck?"

You wince at the question, "You're all like brothers to me."

"You have to choose or you die!" Jungkook angrily interrupts before you can continue your denial, "Come on, ___. You're only human. And you've known us for years. The thought must have crossed your mind at one point or the other!"

You gnaw on your bottom lip, "Fine. I choose Hoseok."

The room fills with deep-throated groans of disappointment. "Fucking hyung!"

"It's those hips, isn't it?!"

You simply purse your lips and shake your head, "You'll never know."

"Wait… So if Hoseok is your favorite, then who's your least favorite?" Taehyung perks up, curiosity lighting his eyes.

"Jeon Jungkook," you automatically reply, setting the maknae off again as he angrily curses you under his breath.

"We all know you hate Kookie," Jin chortles, "But that says nothing about physical attraction. So who are you the least likely to fuck?"

You freeze at that question, "Um…I-I really don't know," you stutter, suddenly nervous, "I mean, I'm only human, I have briefly thought about with most of you at one point or another… God, where is this sudden interest in my sexual preferences coming from?! Shouldn't we move on with the game? I choose Jungkook next!"

"Wait, now I'm curious," Jimin interrupts, "You said 'most' of us. Which means that there is at least one person that you've never even considered sexually. Who is it, ___?"

You're sweating at this point, and you cram another handful of chips in your mouth to buy time, but the boys aren't having it. "Come on, ___!" Jungkook protests loudly, "Just tell us! It's Yoongi-hyung, isn't it? Because his legs are skinnier than yours?"

"Nope, I've definitely thought about those frail girl idol legs before…" you admit in a small voice.

"Yuck!"

"Then who is it? We can keep your secret! Just tell us!" Taehyung begs.

You reach over to pull Jin's beer out of his grasp. Only once you've gulped down half of it can you finally confess your secret, "It's… It's Jimin."

That answer was completely unexpected. You can tell by the way the room instantly falls silent. Jimin stiffens on your lap, then pulls his head away entirely to look at you, "Ah… I see."

He's smiling, but his lips are tight and the smile doesn't reach his eyes. He looks so… disappointed. You don't know what to make of the sudden serious vibe that suffuses the atmosphere. "Um… I didn't mean to offend you, sweetie. I do love you, Jimin! I love you the most out of all these brats, actually. But I just don't see you as anything more than a friend."

Jimin's plastered smile twitches, "It's okay. I'm really ugly, I know. I get it," he says with a humorless laugh.

"No that's not it!" You exclaim, diving forward to grab his arm, desperate to fix the situation. Out of all the boys, you are by far the closest to Jimin. As a result, you are privy to his deepest insecurities, and you are fully aware that his appearance is at the top of the list. "You're really hot, Jimin!"

To exacerbate the situation, Jungkook scoffs, "She's lying. You are ugly."

"No he's not!" You exclaim, jumping off the couch to throw your arms around the older man, "Jimin is gorgeous, okay? He should be the visual of the group!"

"Hey!" Jin calls out in outrage.

"Er… second visual."

"Wait a minute!" It's Taehyung complaining this time.

"I'm sorry, honey," you say, reaching over to pat Taehyung's cheek, "But I think Jimin is better-looking than you."

"Ok, now you've just gone too far."

"No, I'm serious!" you exclaim, "Objectively, Jimin is the sexiest member of the group! Look at his beautiful face," you squish his cheeks, "And his toned dancer body," you slap his chest for emphasis, "And his lethal charisma! He's really sexy!"

"Then why won't you have sex with him?" Jungkook wryly asks. Jimin twists in your embrace to look at you as well, anticipating your answer.

"I can appreciate his aesthetics," you defend yourself, "And I understand why girls think he's so hot. But he's just a little mochi bun to me. He's so sweet and gentle, and has only ever treated me like a sister," you coo, pinching at his cheeks again, "How could I ever have feelings for my cute puppy baby?!"

"Hold on a second," Jungkook cries out, suddenly surging to his feet, "If I'm not last… Does that mean you've actually thought about me sexually?!"

All the blood rushes to your face, "What? No! I mean… maybe just once or twice… But this doesn't mean that I don't hate you!"

A haughty smirk unfurls across his face, "I knew all your anger was misplaced! You want a piece of this ass, don't you, babe?"

Your face is now hot enough to blow right off, "You nasty little brat! No way!"

"It's okay, baby," he says, reaching over to soothingly pat your knee, "You don't need to be embarrassed… I've definitely thought about you more than one or two times."

Your blood boils in outrage at his suggestive tone and you jump right off the couch to tackle him, "Die, you maknae brat!" You shriek as you wring your hands around his thick neck.

"Is this getting you off, babe?"

"I hate you!"

"Yeah, but you'd still rather fuck me over Jimin."

Jin and Taehyung burst into laughter at the ridiculous sight of you trying to throttle the younger man. Taehyung falls over onto Jin's shoulder, clutching at his shirt for dear life, and the older boy's windshield wiper-like laugh fills the room. As a result, no one notices when Jimin gets up and walks straight out the door.

A week later, a phone call in the middle of the night wakes you from your deep slumber.

"Hello?" You croak into the phone, shocked that you're receiving a call at this hour.

"___, are you awake?"

"Jimin?" You ask in surprise, recognizing his voice anywhere, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he spits out, "Can I come over?"

"What?! Jimin, do you have any idea what time—"

"I'll be over in ten."

"Wait! Jimin, I—" But he's already hung up on you.

You rub your bleary eyes and stare at your phone screen. It's just before two in the morning. What the hell's gotten into this kid?

You've just barely had time to brush your teeth and splash some cold water on your face before you hear a pounding on your front door. Cursing to yourself, you pull a sweater over your oversized t-shirt and march to the door.

"What is the matter with you?" You bark, slamming the door open so hard that it bangs against the back wall.

Jimin says nothing in response, and busies himself with shutting the door and locking it behind him. You take that moment to examine him from head to toe. He's dressed casually in a black hoodie and ripped jeans, black face mask across his mouth to hide his identity. Which means that—

"Wait, are your managers not here?" you ask, futilely attempting to glance over his shoulder.

"No."

That's strange. Doesn't he have a curfew? "What about the other members?" You press on, feeling anxious for some unexplainable reason.

"Why do you care so much?"

His brusque answer confounds you, "Huh? Jimin, what's gotten into you?"

He ignores you to rip off his face mask and stuff it in his pocket. You frown when he begins to pace back and forth in the living room, hands clenched at his sides and throat tight. Something seems majorly off with your friend.

"Jimin…? Are you feeling okay?" You ask in a softer voice, concerned about his well-being, "Honey, do you need me to drive you to the hospital?"

He stops his pacing at once, as though remembering that you exist, and turns to stare at you with sleepless dark eyes, "Did you mean it? What you said the other night?"

You stifle a yawn with the back of your hand as you try to make sense of his cryptic words, "What night? Jimin, you guys have been in Jeju for your concert all week. I haven't seen you in days."

"I'm not talking about Jeju," he impatiently says, "I'm talking about that night where we played that ridiculous fucking game."

Your eyes pop open in surprise. You rarely hear the mild-tempered boy curse unless he's seriously upset. You rake over his appearance, and sure enough, anger is etched on his every feature. Sweat forms on your temple when it finally occurs to you how potentially dangerous it is to be locked up in a room with a furious man many times your strength… You find yourself inching towards the kitchen, where you keep your pepper spray in a drawer, when you remind yourself that this is just Park Jimin. Sure, he might be angry right now, for reasons you don't fully understand, but this is harmless, sweet little Park Jimin. You're safe with him.

You exhale in relief and offer him a little smile, "Ah, the night where we drank together at the dorms? What about it? Do you think that maybe we can discuss this in the morning…?"

"No, we need to talk about it now."

"Alright, alright, whatever you say," you defensively hold your hands up in front of you, "Whatever it is, get it out of your system so we can get some sleep already."

"This is serious, ___," he growls at you, "I rushed here straight from Jeju because we need to clear this shit up."

There he goes, cursing again. Your brow knits in concern, "I'm sure we do… Is there a reason why we couldn't have just settled this over the phone?"

"I needed to see you," he blurts out, "I needed to make sure you weren't lying to me."

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline, "Lying to you? What the hell are you talking about, Jimin?"

He says nothing for the span of three drawn out heartbeats, content to stare at you with hollow eyes. He inhales deeply for strength, then—"Were you lying when you said I was sexy?"

Your jaw drops in pure disbelief. Is he really only here for an ego boost?! "What the hell?" You exclaim, "This is what you've woken me up in the middle of the night for?"

He licks his lips, "Just tell me the truth, ___."

Fury fills you at his seeming lack of concern, and you'd like nothing better than to exact your revenge on this asshole for interrupting your much-needed sleep. But you know that an argument isn't going to help with anything at this hour. It's much better to just go along with whatever he wants to get him out of here as quickly as possible. You'll chew out his ass in the morning.

"Yes, Jimin," you sigh heavily, "You're very sexy."

He stares at you with those insomniac eyes for another beat before responding, "You better not just be saying that to make me feel better."

"No," you groan, "Honestly you're objectively hot, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Jimin ignores you to rake his hands through his hair, "So what you're saying then… the reason why you won't sleep with me… Isn't because you're repulsed by my appearance… but because you only see me as a cute kid?"

You wince at that, "Jimin, I know that you're older than Taehyung and Jungkook. And all of you are adults. But I just don't get that same mature vibe from you, okay? Sorry."

Jimin sucks in a deep breath, then to your utmost astonishment, he starts laughing. Right here, in the middle of your apartment, shrouded by shadows at two in the fucking morning, he throws his head back and laughs. It's a cruel laugh, dark and sinister and almost entirely void of any real humor. It's a sound that draws shivers from your body and makes you pull your sweater closer to your form. You've never heard such a noise from your cute little friend before.

He's wiping tears from his eyes when his laughs finally subside, "You know, all this time, I thought you wouldn't sleep with me because you thought I was ugly."

Your sleep-hazy mind still can't fully process what's happening right now. Everything is so bizarre that it feels like you're still sleeping. This has to be a surreal dream. Trying to shake off the eerie vibes, you rush forward his face in both hands, comforting him like you normally wouldn't think twice about, "Ah, no. Jimin you're seriously beautiful," you kindly coo to him as you squeeze his soft cheeks, "Look at you. Pretty eyes, pretty nose, pretty mouth. There's no way around it: you're adorable!"

His eyes, which had begun to soften under your gentle caress, suddenly flash red. Then, quicker than you can process, he snaps his head to the side and bites down on the hand pinching his cheek. The feeling of his sharp teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your index finger makes you flinch back with a cry of pain.

It's like the shattering of glass, how you're suddenly shaken from your foggy sleepiness, your mind bursting into consciousness. "What the hell?" You shriek, examining the single drop of blood that pools from the deep bite mark.

He takes one step forward to snatch up your wrist. Fear spikes in your chest when he brings your hand up to his mouth again. You squeeze your eyes shut as you anticipate the pain. But something much softer than his teeth descends on your abused finger.

A gasp tears from your throat at the feeling of his plush lips wrapped around your finger, slick tongue caressing the small wound. Against your will, shivers slide down your spine. His tongue is so wet against your skin, his lips so hot that your breath hitches and your heart skips a beat. Jimin carefully licks up the bead of blood, then hollows his cheeks around the digit and sucks hard, making you yelp in shock. The sensations slice through your nerve endings like a razor blade, pricking your skin with goosebumps and making heat flush down to the pit of your belly.

Finally, Jimin pulls his lips off of you, and the coolness of the room makes your damp finger tingle unpleasantly. You ache for the warmth of his mouth again already.

"Jimin," you whisper, running your hands over the goosebumps on your arms, "What was that for?"

"I'm not cute," he growls, approaching you again when you begin to retreat from his hard stare, "I am not sweet or nice, and I certainly am not fucking adorable."

You gulp as you stumble back in fear, your bare feet slapping ominously on the wooden panels of the ground as you attempt to escape his ominous advance. He certainly does not look like any of those adjectives right now as he continues to stalk towards you, like a lion cornering his prey. Moonlight streams through the translucent curtains, bathing his hair in a halo of silver, and casting his face in shadows, such that you can only see the outline of harsh angles and predatory black eyes under his fringe.

"Jimin… I-I'm sorry. I didn't know that upset you. I won't call you that anymore."

He chuckles darkly, "You're missing my point, kitten."

Never in a million years would you have thought you'd hear that pet name slip from Jimin's lips. Your giggly, happy-go-lucky friend Jimin. "I… I'm not following, Jimin."

He simply takes another long stride forward, making you retreat until your back hits the wall, "For the past three years, I have held back, ___. All because I thought you didn't like my appearance. That you thought I was ugly. But now that I know the truth…"

He continues to move closer, but now you have nowhere to run. Your hands scrabble against the wall for purchase, but there's no escape with Jimin caging you in like this. "H-held back?" you repeat in a stuttering voice, "What are you talking about? From what?"

He smiles faintly at that, the white of his teeth gleaming in the dark, "From fucking you, of course."

All the breath slams out of you at once from his shocking confession, leaving you wheezing for air. Has he gone utterly insane?! He must be possessed. There's no other way he could be saying such filthy shit to you. "You're crazy," you gasp, head slumping against the wall as you gaze up at him with incredulous eyes.

"Am I? Or am I just finally coming to my senses?"

You stare at him like a deer caught in the headlights as he descends his head towards you. You're frozen solid, unable to move a muscle even if you wanted to—like a little hare caught in his hunter's trap. His eyes dart down to your lips, his lids drooping as he instinctively surges forward. You gasp in fear, eyes shutting tight as you brace yourself for the impact.

But nothing happens.

After a second of heart-wrenching suspicion, you peek through your lashes to find Jimin's lips mere centimeters away from your own, close enough to feel the hot breath fan across your face, but not close enough to touch, "Relax," he chuckles, "I'm not going to kiss you… Not unless you ask me to."

"I'll never ask you to," you automatically retort as you try to lean further away from him. There's something so inviting about the pinkness of his lips. You can see yourself surging forward to test the softness of his mouth with vivid clarity. It'd be so easy too. Just a tiny jerk of your head upward, then your mouth would connect with his. Damn it… where are these thoughts coming from?! You sink further against the wall and bite down on your bottom lip to stifle the urges.

His eyes shamelessly follow the motion, watching the way your teeth worry at the tender flesh with meticulous care, "Why not?"

"Why not?" you repeat with a half-hearted scoff, "I've said this many times, and I'll say it again: I'm not attracted to you, Jimin."

"Yes, you are."

Your eyes shoot to his again, shocked by the sheer audacity of the man, "What?"

His lips twist up into a mocking smile, "I can see how hard your nipples are right now, ___."

Your jaw drops. Before you can stop yourself, your eyes instantly shoot down to your chest. Sure enough, those unfaithful bastards are on full display, straining against the thin material of your sweater. You curse yourself for forgoing a bra, and attempt to keep your cool façade, "It's cold in the room."

"Really?" he cocks his head to the side, the derisive grin still in place, "Then why are you sweating?"

Fuck.

"We… we're just friends, Jimin," you gulp, shaky hands rising to wipe at the sweat beading at your temples, "I don't know what's gotten into you, but if you're just looking for a quick fuck, there are plenty of fangirls who would die for the chance to hop on your dick. So why don't you just go pick one up off the street and leave me alone?"

"I don't want any of those girls though," Jimin says, easily pushing you back into the wall with one knock of his hips, "I only want you."

You choke back a gasp when his hipbone rams into yours, trying to scramble back for space, but none remains. As a result, you're forced to stand there and take it as he molds his pelvis to yours. And that's when you feel a prodding hardness against your lower stomach.

"Oh my god!" You exclaim in embarrassment, your struggles at escape increasing multifold. How long has he had an erection for?!

Jimin grunts deeply when your wiggling creates friction against his hard-on, "Mmm, that feels so good, kitten."

There's that pet name again. You fall immobile against the wall, not wanting to work him up any further. He sounds so hot panting against your neck, moaning his pleasure, that it's taking every ounce of strength you didn't realize you possessed to keep from jumping him. If you just angled your hips a few inches upward, he would be grinding straight against your clit…

Wait, where the fuck did that thought come from?!

You shake your head angrily and reach up to slap both palms against his chest, desperately trying to ward him back, "Stop, Jimin," you hiss, "You're not in your right mind right now. You don't actually want this!"

The playful expression on his face melts away at once. The temperature suddenly dips several degrees. "Who the fuck are you to tell me know I feel? You have no idea—absolutely no fucking idea—what I've endured these past three years, ___. Do you feel this?" he asks, thrusting his hips forward to press his erection against your stomach so hard that it bruises the skin, "Do you really think this is the first time you've ever gotten me hard?"

"…Yes?"

He snorts at that, "More like the first time today."

Your eyes widen with understanding. He wants you. Park Jimin wants you. It's beyond incomprehensible. You can't wrap your mind around it for the life of you.

"I've wanted you since the first time I met you, three years ago," he presses on, undeterred by your speechlessness, "But I was always just a friend, huh? Just cute little Jimin," he grows, emphasizing his words with a hard thrust of his hips that leaves you breathless, "Well, no longer. Now that I know that you think I'm hot, I've gotta try, ___. I'll never forgive myself if I don't… So look me in the eye and tell me that you don't want to fuck me too. If you can do that… Then we can pretend that this never happened… And I'll go back to just being your friend."

Your hands are still firmly planted against his heaving chest, and to your surprise, you find your fingers twisting in the fabric of his hoodie, "What do you do?"

He blinks in confusion, "Excuse me?"

"What do you do?" you repeat in a trembling voice, but somehow find the courage to press on, "When you're hard because of me?"

You see surprise flash across his eyes before it settles into dark heat, "I touch myself, of course."

"O-oh?"

"I can't even tell you how many nights I've laid alone in bed, jerking off to the thought of you… of how you hugged me that day… of how your breasts brushed my arm or worse—when you bend in those ridiculous short shorts you parade yourself in… as though you don't know what that does to me… fuck," he curses, groaning at the very memory, "But most of the time, none of that happens. All I have to do is just think of your pretty face and I'm hard as a rock… Have you ever thought about why I always sit with a pillow on my lap when you're around? Or why I take so many lengthy bathroom breaks?" he laughs, "Hell, I've even rubbed one out when you were in the room once. Best orgasm of my life."

You're shriveling at this point, writhing in embarrassment against the wall and clutching to the front of his shirt for dear life. "Oh god, Jimin!"

He grumbles in disapproval, "Don't moan my name like that, kitten. Not unless you want me to fuck you against this wall, right here, right now."

You lick your lips. Is that supposed to be a punishment? It sounds more like a reward… You squeeze your eyes shut again, trying to ward off the overly sensual images flooding your mind. It's been so long since you've last had sex… You're positive you'll pass out if Jimin even touches you. It's too much.

"Tell me you don't want this too," Jimin gruffly says, breaking through your muddled thoughts, "Reject me right now before I go fucking insane."

Your eyes flash open, and you open your mouth to do so. To tell him that you don't want to ruin your friendship. That you aren't attracted to him. But no words leave your mouth. Because that would be a fucking lie.

Jimin's eyes darken, "___, reject me right now… Or get on your fucking knees."

Time stops as you cower under his ravenous stare. Your heart freezes in its cage and your breathing grinds to a complete halt. Then, you find yourself sliding down the wall. You're still holding your breath as you press your knees into the hard floor, then glance up at him through your lashes.

All the breath he's been holding whooshes out in one long breath as he finally processes the meaning behind this action, "Oh god," he croaks. And then his hands are flying to his belt, tugging at the leather with desperate, trembling fingers. As soon as he gets it unbuckled, he instantly tugs down the zipper and shoves his jeans down, too impatient to remove them properly.

You watch in anticipation as the fabric bunches lower and lower on his hips, revealing his strong pelvic muscles and the tantalizing line of dark hair down his belly button, until his dick finally pops free from its stifling confines. You lick your lips at the sight of it, so hot and heavy as it bounces straight up into the air. You take in the swollen quality of his dick, the way it twitches and leaks all over his stomach. It's obvious that he has been hard for a very long time… It must be painful.

Jimin wraps a hand around the base of his cock, squeezing hard enough to turn the head a deep crimson as he stares down at your obedient posture, "Open your mouth."

You do as you're told, parting your lips and staring up at him with wide eyes as you wait for him to make use of you. Your eyes lock for a split second. Then Jimin leans forward to press his leaking head to your tongue… and you eagerly suck him in.

"Shit!" Jimin's hands fly to your hair, burying themselves in the tresses and tugging hard enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Pain from your scalp and your sensitive throat flares, but you put it all aside to focus on the way his gorgeous face scrunches up in pleasure. You can't see him clearly in the dark with his hoodie up and his fringe covering his eyes, but you can definitely see the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip. His glorious reaction makes you lave your tongue against the underside of his dick in reward.

Jimin gasps and yanks harder on your hair, "Don't do that," he growls, "Just s-stay still for a sec."

You try your best to obey as his fingers slowly loosen and stroke through your hair in apology. But he's thicker than you're used to and your jaw begins to ache after a minute, tired of being forced open for so long. You manage to pull your mouth halfway off before he suddenly grabs you by the back of the neck and shoves himself back inside. You choke at once, but that only makes your throat tighten around him in a way that makes him moan.

"This fucking mouth," he curses, "Do you know how long I've been thinking about this filthy little mouth of yours?"

Tears are streaming down your cheeks at this point, your throat screaming for respite, but he looks so fucking hot that you can't help but massage your tongue against his base, trying to wring out every last drop of pleasure from him.

Jimin throws his head back with a deep groan before he catches himself with a laugh, "You really like this, don't you, ___? Damn, I've never met a girl so eager to suck my dick before. This is so fucking hot."

Heat floods between your legs at his suggestive words and you can't help but moan, sending vibrations down to his groin.

"Fuck!" Jimin curses, fingers twisting harshly in your hair, "You're really desperate for my dick, aren't you?"

Your mouth is a bit occupied so you nod instead, trying to convey your need through your watery eyes.

"You look so pretty right now…" he croons as he strokes his fingers across your hollowed cheeks, "I want to give you what you want, kitten. I really do. But how fair would that be when you've kept me waiting for three whole years?"

And with that, he pushes you back by the forehead, physically pushing you off his length. You cry out in protest once he pops out of your mouth and wildly lunge forward again, "Jimin!" you yell in frustration.

He laughs at the irate look on your face and easily grabs your wrists when you attempt to touch him again, "I suffered for three whole years, ___. Every time you touched me or pranced around in your ridiculously low cropped tops or those skin-tight jeans… You've killed me, ___. Don't you think it's fair you get a taste of your own medicine?"

You furiously shake your head, "I didn't know, Jimin! And how was I supposed to know when you never said anything?"

"You've really never noticed the way I look at you? Hell, the way we all look at you? Pretty girl like you, you must know the effect you have on healthy, hot-blooded men. Don't try to play dumb, you little cocktease."

Your face is as hot as the sun as you gape up at him, unable to get up from your kneeling position even if you wanted to. Your knees are suddenly too weak. "Jimin… I'm sorry, I honestly didn't know…" If any other man said this shit to you, you'd be kicking him out the front door. But this is Jimin. Your thoughtful, respectful friend who has never treated you as anything besides an equal. This is completely out of character and so unbelievably hot that your core throbs painfully with need. "You should've told me!"

"And what? Have you reject me straight of the bat? Don't deny it. You've always said that you've only seen me platonically. How disgusted would you have been if I confessed that I wanted to fuck you?"

"Yes, it's true," you admit, "I've only seen you as a kid before… But that's only because you've only acted like a kid around me before this. But now," you managed to loosen one hand from his tight grasp around your wrists to stroke up his bare thigh, "Now… I've seen this side of you that you've hidden from me for so long. Now, I can see you as a man. So why don't you let me suck you off, baby?" you murmur, sweetening the deal with a little wink.

"No," he curtly refuses you, grabbing your wrist to lock back in place above your head, "Not until you beg for it."

"Please," you concede at once, too desperate to draw it out for another second. "Please let me suck your cock, Jimin."

Your words clearly affect him by the way his eyes darken and his grip on his erection tightens enough to make the veins in the back of his hand pop. Still, he holds out on you, "Ask me more nicely and I might reconsider."

You wet your lips with your tongue, shivering at his musky taste that lingers. And the desire for another taste gives you the strength to choke back your humiliation and try again. "Please, Jimin," you shamelessly beg, "I am so sorry, Jimin, but I swear I didn't know. But I am so fucking wet right now, you have no idea. I need this. I need you."

He doesn't say anything in response, content to just stare down at you with half-lidded eyes. You whimper under his intense scrutiny and attempt to shake your arms free from his grasp. But his muscles are as unyielding as steel and he easily holds firm.

Suddenly, he lets you go and steps back, retreating until he's put a whole body's length between the two of you. Chills slide down your spine at the sudden loss of heat. You slowly get back on your feet, pawing at the wall for support when your knees threaten to give out from under you. But then you look up to find Jimin pulling his hoodie over his head, revealing that he's forgone a shirt underneath.

You slump against the wall heavily when the smooth expanse of his golden torso is exposed to you, velvety skin stretched tightly across prominent muscles. Jimin hasn't been shirtless for a broadcast for years. He had told all the fans that he lost his abs. What a fucking liar.

Jimin catches you gawking with a grin, then shoves his jeans and boxers all the way down his legs, stepping out of them without a care. You've seen Jimin in revealing outfits before. Hell, when you first met him, he used to parade around in his underwear without a second thought. Back then, he had been such a sleazeball, haughtily flashing his abs and flexing his biceps all up in your face. But now his seduction is much subtler. He removes his clothes with little fanfare, with no excessive lip biting or flexing. All he has to do is look at you with those midnight black eyes, and you're creaming all over yourself. He possesses that quiet confidence that only comes with maturity. And it arouses you more than you can express.

"Are you just gonna keep staring, baby?" he drawls as he lazily strokes a hand over his weeping erection, "Or are you gonna come get this dick?"

You lurch forward at his words, like a sprinter at the sound of a gunshot. You must look utterly insane, rushing at him like a woman possessed, but you can't bring yourself to care. Jimin laughs and grabs your arm when you try to throw yourself on your knees to pray at his altar.

"I changed my mind," he says in a smoky voice, "I don't want your mouth anymore."

You rise back to your full height in confusion, "Then what do you want?"

A smirk spreads across his handsome face, "Your pussy."

He chuckles at your flustered expression and affectionately reaches over to slap your ass, "Take off your clothes and get in the bedroom."

On any other day, you'd be embarrassed by how quickly you jump to obey. But today, all you can think about is how badly you need to feel his bare skin against yours. You can't survive anymore of this teasing. So you jam both hands under your sweater and tug it off, angrily throwing it across the room and leaving you in just your flimsy night shirt. This time, you pause a bit longer before you boldly remove the last garment keeping your decency. The silky fabric brushes over your hardened nipples in such a tantalizing way that you can't help but shudder. You're so starved for contact that even this is enough to make your entire body tingle with need.

"Jimin…"

"You're forgetting something," he gruffly interrupts as you attempt to reach for him again.

Your eyes dart down your naked torso to the scrap of lace around your hips. You're so embarrassed that you feel like you might cry. Never have you been completely naked in front of a man without him so much as kissing you. All the sex you've had in your life has been clumsy groping under the covers with the lights off. So to be this exposed in front of a man critically scrutinizing your every curve from head to toe… Every instinct screams at you to run for your life.

As though sensing your unease, Jimin meets you halfway, "It's okay, baby," he says, reaching over to stroke his thumbs over your cheekbones, "Let me help you out, okay?"

When you shyly nod your head, he suddenly grabs you by the waist. "Jimin? What are you—ah!" you shriek in surprise when he sweeps you off your feet and throws you over his shoulder like you're a sack of potatoes.

The feeling of his strong muscles pressed against you makes your heart thunder in your chest. And your heartrate increases tenfold when you realize he's making his way to your bedroom. Jimin's impatience shows for the first time when he kicks open the door and dumps you on the bed without no prelude, fingers catching on your lace underwear in the process and carelessly tearing them off your body. Now you are entirely nude, and you scramble up against the headboards and spread your legs, eager to cut to the chase already.

But he never joins you. "Jimin," you whine loudly when he remains standing at the foot of the bed, "What are you waiting for?"

He doesn't respond to your question, too transfixed on the sight of your nude body spread out on the mattress for him. "You're so beautiful."

Your face flushes with heat. What is he even talking about? How is this bronzed Greek god complimenting you? Does he not see himself? You're a mere mortal compared to his celestial beauty. "Jimin," you groan again, anxiously twisting in the sheets and rubbing your thighs together for friction, "I need you."

His eyes finally finish the intense examination of your body to flick up to your eyes again, "Is that so? Show me how much you need me then."

You falter under his explicit directions. You're not normally that type of gutsy, ultra-confident woman in bed. Especially not with a new partner. And definitely not with one as incredibly gorgeous as Jimin. You can't help but feel subpar in comparison… But the way he looks at you, drinking in every inch of bare skin displayed to him like he's been wandering through a desert for three days and you're a cool glass of water.

From other men, this might feel objectifying. But from Jimin, you enthusiastically invite his lustful gaze, feeling your confidence soar with each pass of his hungry eyes down the length of your body. He can't help but fixate his gaze at your breasts and between your legs.

"I need you so badly, Jimin," you groan as you trail a hand down your stomach, "So fucking badly… Do you see how wet I am?" you say, emphasizing your words by spreading your womanhood open with two fingers. At once, a thick bead of arousal trickles down your labia folds to land at the curve of your ass cheeks.

Jimin jolts forward like he's been electrocuted, his tongue poking out as if to taste you, "You're dripping, baby," he murmurs, "It's so fucking… adorable."

"What?!" Your eyes snap to his in shock. That was definitely not what you expected.

Mischief dances in his eyes as he grins at you, "Your pussy is so cute, ___. So small and sweet and incredibly adorable!"

Your jaw clenches as you finally catch onto his little game. He deserves his revenge, and you know it, but this is the worst fucking timing possible. "Park Jimin," you growl his name in warning.

But his grin only increases in magnitude, "You're such a cute little girl, ___," he croons, "A teeny tiny little kitten."

Your knees snap shut at once, "Jimin, why are you so fucking annoying?!"

He laughs at your burst of anger, "Now you know how it feels," he quips, and with that, he shoves apart your thighs to make room for his head.

The first touch of his tongue to your slit makes you throw your head back with a moan, but he doesn't allow you a single second of respite before he begins to eat you out with vigor, eagerly sliding his tongue through your folds and lapping up every drop of your sticky arousal.

"Oh shit, Jimin," you swear through your teeth when he pushes two fingers inside of you, helping fill the void in your core. It feels so good that you find it hard to breathe. But then he wraps his full lips around your clit, sucking as hard as he can, and suddenly, you can't breathe at all.

The pleasure in the pit of your stomach spikes exponentially, nearly shooting to the top. It would concern you on another day how quickly you've approached your orgasm, but right now, it's impossible to process anything other than the wet heat of his mouth.

He eats you harder, sucking you in like a man dying, and working you closer and closer to your peak until your toes curl from the impending explosion. A split second before you can burst, Jimin suddenly tears his mouth away with a slurping sound that should make you feel embarrassed. Instead, all you can feel is rage at your orgasm being snatched away after such an extended period of arousal. You were so close.

"Jimin!" You shout in anger, propping yourself up on elbows to glower down at him, "What the hell?!"

He smirks as he licks the sheen of your arousal off his lips. The image is so filthy that you almost forget your anger for a moment. "Payback's a bitch," and with that, he pushes himself upright onto his knees on the bed, "Do you have a condom?"

Maybe he's finally taking pity on you enough to fuck you. Excitement bubbles through your veins as you nearly bounce straight off the mattress to rummage through your nightstand. Within seconds, your fingers brush the dusty, unopened box of condoms in the very back of the drawer. Nothing is more frustrating than the precious seconds wasted as you shred the box to pieces and rip open the first condom you can reach.

Jimin chuckles at your desperation and plucks the unwrapped condom from your grasp before you can put it on for him. "Jimin," you whine, watching with jealousy as he rolls the rubber on with smooth strokes.

He simply laughs again and moves to roll over on his back, sitting up against the headboards, "Quit your pouting and come ride me."

Your eyes widen with realization and you almost trip over your feet in your haste to rejoin him on the bed. Without giving a single fuck about what you might look like, you scramble forward on the sheets until you're straddling him, your wet heat pressed to his thighs. Then, you pause for a moment to look him in the face, almost expecting him to push you away to further tease you. To your utmost relief, he simply smiles and reaches up to tweak a nipple, "Get to it before I change my mind, kitten."

You don't have to be told twice. Without a second thought, you raise your hips and slam yourself down to the hilt, not offering either of you a chance to adapt. His thickness slams into you, filling you so hard like it almost hurts. Like a bullet to the gut, pleasure shoots through your system, and it's so overwhelming that you can't move at all, stunned motionless by the enormity of it all.

A hard slap on your ass jolts you back to consciousness. You blink through the haze to meet Jimin's midnight black glare, "Did I say you could stop?"

His predatory gaze, sexy a second ago, is suddenly terrifying when he looks hungry enough to eat you whole. You hasten to obey, bouncing up and down on his dick as quickly as you can to appease his anger. It works, for a second later, he slumps his head back against the headboard in satisfaction and rubs the raw handprint mark on your ass in apology.

"That's it," he sighs deeply, "Make me cum, and maybe I'll forgive you."

You whimper at his words, but can't help asking, "F-for what?"

His eyes lazily flicker to yours before settling on your bouncing breasts as you ride him as hard as your body can possibly handle, "For being such a fucking cocktease for the last three years. For making me hide in the bathroom to jerk myself off when we could've been doing this." He groans and squeezes your ass again, wordlessly encouraging you to continue your rapid pace, "Fuck. How could you have kept this sweet little cunt from me for so long?"

His words shouldn't be so sexy. They should make you feel degraded and enraged. No man should be allowed to talk to you like this. But why is this making you feel so hot? You'll get back at him for this, you swear. You'll tie him up and pin him to the bed and tease him mercilessly until he's sobbing your name. You'll make this wannabe fuckboy wail.

But not tonight. Tonight, you need to get off so badly that you could die. After this, you'll get your revenge, you'll make sure of it.

"Oh, shit Jimin!" You curse loudly when a sudden reangling of his hips make his cock hit that one spot inside of you that has you seeing stars. You've never felt so full before, and you can't help rutting against him like some kind of animal in heat. It's filthy and humiliating, but so damn good that your eyes squeeze shut and your head falls back?

"Want me to touch your clit, baby?" he asks in an amused voice.

"Oh, yes! Fuck yes," you exclaim, excitement etched in every syllable, "Please, Jimin."

He laughs sardonically at your fucked out expression, but nevertheless agrees. It takes just one brush of his thumb against your sensitive nub, then the pressure in your stomach shatters into a million pieces.

The orgasm hits you with the force of a tidal wave, sweeping you clean off your feet and threatening to drag you underwater. The pleasure is so powerful that for a second, you balk, frightened by the intensity. But it sweeps you up regardless, shooting down the length of your spine and spreading from your fingertips down to your very toes. Your back arches from the force of it all, your eyes squeezed tightly and your mouth open in a silent scream.

Wave after wave of pleasure courses over you in a seemingly never-ending fashion, until finally the orgasm runs its course and you flop back down on top of Jimin, utterly boneless and quivering like a leaf in the wind. You've just managed to rake a shaky hand through your sweat-drenched hair when a painful smack on your ass snaps you back into it.

You pull your head off his shoulder to find Jimin glaring menacingly at you, "Did I say you could stop?"

You gulp in fear and hasten to rock over him again, ignoring the screams of your aching muscles and the soreness between your legs that gets abused with every scape of his still-hard length. After a few seconds, your strength saps and you can't help but bury your face in the crook of his neck, "I'm tired," you whine pathetically, arms so weak that you can barely keep them wrapped around his neck, "Jimin, please."

He simply slaps your ass again, "I told you to make me cum, kitten," he growls, "Three years of torment, and you can't even do this for me?"

"I'm sorry," you whimper, "I'm just so tired."

He fists a hand in your hair to tug you away to examine the pitiful expression on your face. You know you must look like a hot mess covered in sweat with your makeup streaking down your face. But for some reason, this seems to appease him by the way his eyes darken. He runs his tongue over his swollen red lips, then suddenly wraps a hand around your neck to shove you backwards.

Your scream of fright is therefore choked back by his grip as your back crashes hard against the mattress. Without allowing you to recover from the shock, he grips your thighs hard enough to burn purple tracks in the tender skin, then slams into you. It feels like the breath has been wrung from your lungs and your hands instantly dart up to press against his abs, but this doesn't deter him in the least as he sets up a brutal pace, ignoring your comfort to chase his long awaited pleasure.

One of your closest friends of the past three years is currently using your body to get himself off. The sweet, considerate little Jimin, who always acted more like the maknae than the actual maknae, is snarling above you, surging in and out of your heat so fast that your head spins. You are almost completely limp at this point, numbly allowing him to treat you as a glorified sex doll to reach his high. You've never been so docile in bed before, and you want to do something—latch your fingers into the muscle of his thick thighs, grab his hair, raise your hips to meet his thrusts—anything. But you find yourself unable to move a single inch, hypnotized by the expression of contorted agony on his beautiful face.

He is plowing you now, snarls slipping through between gritted teeth and muscled arms bulging as he drags you forward by the hips to meet every single one of his hard thrusts, creating loud collisions that echo through the bedroom. He's getting closer now. You can tell by the way sweat drips down his brow and his bruised bottom lip catches between his teeth.

"Fuck, ___," he moans so deliciously that your overstimulated core throbs again, "Oh my god, you feel so fucking good. Shit, shit, shit. I'm gonna cum."

His words spark a burst of energy that you didn't know still possessed. Summoning everything you have, you force yourself to raise to your elbows and meet him thrust for thrust. His mouth hangs open at the feeling of you moving with him and his eyes flash to your face. The moment you catch his gaze with yours, you clench down on him as hard as you can, making him explode at once.

"Oh, fuck!" his cry of pleasure is the deepest, most guttural sound you've ever heard out of your cute little friend's mouth. His sheer, unadulterated ecstasy affects you as well, and you can't help but tighten around him, kindly milking out his orgasm until he abruptly collapses on top of you with no warning.

His body is wracked with shudders as he tries to come down from the intense climax, and his sweaty skin sticks to yours, practically suffocating you with excess body heat. Still, you curl your legs around his waist and hold him to you, too greedy to let go.

It takes a full minute of heavy panting before Jimin can find his voice again, "Damn," he grunts, then crushes his mouth to yours.

After all you've done together, it's somehow your very first kiss. He still tastes like you, and you're sure you taste like him, and the obscene combination makes you groan. His mouth is so soft, his lips unbelievably plush, that you find yourself growing addicted at once, unable to stop kissing him even if you wanted to.

For some reason, just making out on the bed with your sweaty limbs entangled in the sheets feels more intimate than even fucking him. He has both hands cradled around your skull, every inch of his body pressed against yours as he fervently kisses you like a man dying. He kisses your top lip, your bottom lip, then dips his tongue into your mouth to boldly stroke against yours.

It feels so nice that you can't help but protest when the discomfort the of filled condom finally gets to him, and he breaks the kiss to dispose of it. Your body feels as cold as ice when he pulls himself off of you to shuffle towards the trash can. You run your hands through your sweaty, disheveled hair with a deep sigh as you wait for him to return. After a minute or so of shivering in the cool room, you realize that there is something wrong.

"Jimin?" you call out, eyebrows furrowing in confusion when you find him standing at the opposite side of the room, looking down at you with unreadable dark eyes.

Finally, he exhales, "Should I leave?"

He looks so cute, awkwardly hovering in the middle of the room, hands shyly covering his nudity, that you want to laugh. How has the sex god suddenly regressed back to the cinnamon bun you love so much? "Come here, idiot," you say, reaching forward to grab his hand and pull him back on the bed with you.

Jimin's full cheeks turn a lovely shade of fuchsia when you press him against the mattress and throw a leg over his hips to keep him pinned, "___," he whispers, "Are you… are you mad at me?"

"Mad?" you repeat with a raised brow, "How could I possibly be mad at you for the best orgasm of my life?"

His eyes widen in disbelief, "It was the b-best?" he stammers, face flushing further in embarrassment.

You giggle at his cuteness and press a kiss to his cheek, "Yeah… So actually, no. I change my mind. I am pissed at you… Because we could've been doing this for three years?!"

He pressed a hand to his mouth to stifle his laugh of delight, "I guess we'll have to make up for it now," he says, turning to smile at you.

You fondly cup his face in your hands, "I have handcuffs in the bottom drawer of the nightstand, Jimin… if you're feeling up to another round, that is."

His eyes instantly spark with devilish mischief, "Are you going to let me tie you up this time, ___?"

"No," you bluntly inform him as you roll over to trap him under your weight, "This time I'm in control, kitten."

A/N:... please don’t judge me. As always, I don’t write sequels, so please do not ask ^^

#bts scenarios #bts scenario #jimin scenarios #jimin smut #bts smut #o m f g this was pure pwp lmao im embarrassed #also there might be typos oops #but i wanted to get this out to all of you #to celebrate my passing my defense!!!#whooooo #chimichanga #this is also a realistic description of how jimin fucked me over #during the wings tour #he went from my cute son #to this crazy bastard who needs to be stopped

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