anonymous asked: Can you do a fic like the clock tower one where reader falls off a building or something a peter is trapped and he just watches her fall, he thinks shes dead, gets beat up by the villian of choice since hes depressed and shit,,, but little does he know Tony Stark saved her? (and please, can reader not be an avenger or starks daughter, just a regular teenage girl who knows and has a relationship with stark based through peter??) sorry if that made no sense?
author’s note: this probably isn’t what you wanted but i tried my best so thank you for requesting lovely! Xx
The fight between Peter and the vulture had been going on for quite some time now and neither one of them was close to winning or losing. It had first started in an alleyway which had soon let out too a rooftop on top of one of the tallest building in Queens.
The vulture had tried to shoot at Peter with one of the guns he had but Peter had managed too dodge every single one off the shots being aimed at him, and he carelessly shot his web out from his arm ripping the weapon away from the winged man so it flew off the rooftop and landed on the sidewalk below it shattering it into multiple pieces.
This seemed to have infuriated the man as he now came flying towards Peter at an unearthly speed. Peter only managing last minute to jump over him and land on the building completely unharmed.
But the door that lead onto the rooftop suddenly flung open distracting Peter so much that in the few seconds he had turned to look at it the vulture had managed to grab him by his neck and slam him down onto the ground below them.
He then started throwing Peter around like a rag doll until he was soon almost too weak to stand on his own two feet. He had blood dripping down from his lower lip and his face was covered in bruises and scars.
The both off them had been to distracted to notice you when you had walked onto the rooftop and you had been standing there for a solid five minutes watching your boyfriend get beat up and you had no idea what the hell you were going to do.
But when you saw the vulture come towards Peter’s bruised body again you panicked and not knowing what else to do you did the first thing that came into your mind. So you cried out a desperate “stop!” gaining both of the mens attention.
Peter had let out a strangled no as he prayed to god the man wouldn’t try to use you against him but as he now came towards you Peter tried his best to pull himself back up only to have his arms and legs completely give out on him.
“This oughta teach you not to mess with my business again” The vulture smiled down at Peter before swiftly picking you up and without hesitation throwing you over the edge of the building sending you plummeting down and towards your death.
Peter had screamed out a strangled sob at the action, blood spilling out off his mouth as he tried to drag himself towards the edge only to have the vulture fly towards him again lifting him up off the ground before slamming him back onto the hard concrete as hard as he possibly could.
Peter groaned rolling over to his side but before he could do anything else he was slammed into the ground once again, this time harder and more painful than the last time.
Again he tried to stand up, but didn’t even manage to lift his arm up before he was roughly thrown at the metal door that had lead you out and onto the rooftop.
The flying man then grabbed Peter by his collar and repeatedly punched him in the face not giving him any chance to grieve or save his loved one. Peter didn’t try to fight him back or stop him since he had nothing too fight for anymore.
And as the vulture had finally decided that Peter had, had enough he left him on the rooftop and flew away with one last threat before disappearing into the dead of night as if nothing had happened.
Peter’s vision was becoming more and more blurrier and the pain he felt was increasing by the second.
But he had to get to the edge off the building, he had too know if your lifeless body laid there but before he could reach it a shooting pain in his side sent him into a world off pain and his body not being able too handle it he passed out.
The moment your legs had left the ground and your body had been lifted up and thrown over the rooftop a gasp had left your mouth as you felt yourself fall getting dangerously close to the ground with every second that passed.
Your eyes slammed shut preparing for the impact your body would soon feel, but before you could reach the ground two metal arms managed to wrap themselves around you and you were flown up into the air.
You looked up at your savior and saw none other than the Iron Man holding you in his arms. You let out a sigh of relive as you curled up into his chest letting a few tears escape your eyes.
“Thank you” You said looking up at the man in the Iron suit. He looked down at you and gave you a small nod before looking back up continuing his way to your home.
He had dropped you off on your fire escape before flying away probably to go and help Peter which now you realized probably thought you were dead. You felt your stomach churn at the thought and prayed Tony would make it in time to save him.
The next day had been a complete blur for you. The only thing on your mind being Peter Parker, that hadn’t shown up at school and was impossible to reach since his phone was dead.
So you had decided to ditch the rest off the day so you could inform your boyfriend that you were in fact okay—that being if Tony hadn’t already done it.
You walked towards the double doors leading out of the school and pressed yourself against them, harshly pushing them open before making your way onto the school grounds.
You had quickly managed to make your way back to Peter’s house and nervously knocking on the door you rolled back and forth on the balls of your feet and waited for someone to open the door.
But when no one did you let yourself in quietly twisting the doorknob, you peeked your head inside and there was no one there. You huffed opening the door completely and shut it behind you.
You removed your backpack from your shoulders and laid it down onto floor along with your shoes and made your way up to Peter’s room.
You were nervous to say the least but as you now stood in front of Peter’s door you slowly opened it only to be met with complete darkness.
You could make out Peter’s figure sitting on his bed, his back facing you as he rested his head in his hands. “Aunt May I told you I wanted to be left alone” Peter said his voice just below a whisper.
“It’s not May” you said, slowly making your way towards him. His head snapped up at the sound of your angelic voice and his brown eyes met yours. “Y/N?” he asked his voice cracking as he turned around to face you.
“H-how I- i thought you were dead” Peter sobbed his quivering lips forming a thin line. He had thought that he had finally lost his mind when he saw you standing in his room after what he had witnessed last night.
“No Pete Tony he- uh saved me” You said and with that Peter ran up to you in record time and wrapped his arms around you letting himself sob into your neck.
“Hey, it’s okay I’m here, I’m right here Peter” You said blinking back your own tears as you let the poor boy cry his heart out in front of you.
His sobs had eventually died down and he cupped your cheeks with his hands before connecting your lips with his. His lips were salty from the tears that had previously been pouring down them and he kissed you like his life depended on it.
“I thought I lost you” He mumbled when you had finally pulled away his brown eyes staring down into your Y/E/C ones. “You’re never going too lose me Pete. I’ll always be right here” You smiled resting your head on his chest.
He let his lips linger on the top of your head before you both made your way to his bed were you fell asleep in each others arms promising to never leave each other, ever.
These 2.somethings will consist of little drabbles related to the characters in Masquerade II. (Mostly, Red Mask, because he is a complex character and there is still a lot to tell about his story, but the other characters will probably get their own drabbles eventually too ^_^)
Summary: Join Red Mask in this flashback to find out what exactly happened in his past that led him to become the very alluring man we had grown to love so dearly.
Park Jimin ft. other characters
High school au
Some fluff, some smut, a bit of comedy, a bit of angst
A/N: I made this drabble in first person so hopefully it’s not a bit weird. It’ll be told from Jimin’s POV because I wanted you all to get a little bit deeper inside his head and hear his hopefully somewhat relatable inner monologues, so I decided to stray from my usual POV style. Please read it as if you were listening to Jimin telling you this story! Enjoy! ^_^
wasn’t always Red Mask.
Contrary to what I made everyone
believe, I wasn’t always this charming, good looking, attractive, sexy,
incredibly skilled –
JIMIN, please get on with your flashback!”
You get the gist.
I wasn’t always the person that
you’ve all met. In fact, I was pretty much different. I was naive and gullible.
Unconfident and timid.
Back in my younger days, I didn’t
think much about love. Love and relationships, to me, were just some sort of
rite of passage. Everybody would get love. Everybody that was older than me was
in a relationship. And one day soon, it was going to be my turn.
Love to me back then was probably
what most children envisioned. The passion, the romance, the butterflies, the
awkward moments that end up being romantic and cute anyway. The perfect girl
was someone whose hair billowed in nonexistent wind when she walked into the
room, and she would flash you a smile that would stop your world for a few seconds.
And when your eyes locked, you both would know that you two were destined for
Love to me seemed so simple.
Once two people liked each other,
that was that. Happily ever after!
So I fell in “love”
constantly. I use quotation marks because who, at such a young age, could truly
say they were in love with someone they hardly knew? Someone they fantasized
about; someone they saw through a beauty filter; someone who they thought was
I had many, many crushes. And while
I was always a proponent of nice guys being the best choice, it never turned
out that way.
I was just average in all fields. I
didn’t stand out particularly. I was decent looking, but not enough to turn
heads. I still possessed some of my baby fat and I later found that that made
me look more childish than attractive to others. While all the girls were sweet
and friendly to me, I soon realized it was because I was harmless to them.
They didn’t even consider me an
I was always, always friend-zoned.
But I didn’t give up. No, I just
stepped up my game. I found things I was good at– dancing, drawing, singing–
and I tried to use that to my advantage.
You could say Red Mask was born from
the culmination of rejections and excuses that I was given throughout my years.
Every time I heard “I’m sorry I don’t think of you like that” or an
“Oh you’re a great friend Jimin, but I don’t have feelings for you”
or my favorite one, “Oh no. I really like your friend…does he know that
you like me? Can you put in a good word for me?”, I began losing my ideals
and beliefs about love. That foolish yet elusive feeling.
I became frustrated. What was I
lacking? What was not good enough about me? People who I considered less
talented and less good looking than me were getting girlfriends, why was I
asking all the wrong ones out? Why wouldn’t anyone give me a chance??
But then in high school, someone
Let’s call her Temptress.
Because she was seduction personified. She was one of the girls that
bloomed early and filled in her uniform well. She walked with dignified
confidence, with her large chest out and a bright smile. She knew that the boys
went crazy when she smoothed her fingers through her hair, and she would lock
eyes with you if you were staring, just to fluster you. Even the girls
befriended her out of envy.
She was the alpha female of my
And like most of the guys in the
school, I immediately fell for her.
I gave her homework when and if she
forgot it, which was often. I let her copy off my tests just so she would flash
me one of her smiles and nudge me while saying, “Thanks, stud!”. I
literally melted into my seat whenever she called me that.
Eventually, I confessed that I liked
her, expecting to get rejected of course, but I just couldn’t hold my feelings
"I like you!“ I yelled as
I handed her a bouquet of roses.
She smiled sweetly and took the
flowers out of my grip. I perked up expectantly.
"Jimin.” she called as she
cupped my chin with one hand so I could look up at her.
I gulped. “Yes?”
"Have you ever been with a
I, of course, being the honest,
innocent kid I was, shook my head. "Never.”
"So you’ve never…kissed anyone before?“
She traced my lips with her delicate
fingers and my heart was racing faster than an ambulance at this point. No girl
had ever been this close to me, much less touched my face. It was almost always
a light smack on the shoulder as a sign of gratitude or a reflex if they were
laughing at something funny.
"N-n-no.” I stammered foolishly
and then mentally kicked myself for being so uncool.
"Aww…“ she pouted.
She leaned closer to my face, and I
can honestly remember my eyes bulging out of its sockets. I wasn’t prepared.
Yes, I had fantasized kissing girls more often than I’d like to admit, and in
middle school, I embarrassingly tried teaching myself by watching videos and
kissing pillows, but obviously those never prepared me for the real life event.
I panicked as ten thousand plans and
questions ran through my mind.
Should I stick my lips out? Did she
want tongue? What the hell do I even do with my tongue when it’s in there?
(Videos don’t really show us what’s happening in there, you know, for aesthetic
Oh my goodness, did I brush my
teeth? What did I eat for lunch? Oh no, do I have bad breath? What if she hates
it after this? What if I’m TERRIBLE? How should I move my lips? Is it slow?
Fast? What is slow or fast? Should I
just run? What if she’s not even kissing me and I’m freaking myself out? Oh wait,
I should close my eyes. Right, that’s step one.
So I shut my eyes tightly and pursed
my lips out.
And she chuckled.
I felt my cheeks warm up
immediately. Well, chuckling was definitely not what I expected to happen in
this situation. Did I screw up already?
"You’re so cute, Park
The Temptress called me CUTE. I was literally
soaring, having an out of body experience.
"Relax and follow me.” she
Surprisingly, she didn’t back away.
She simply traced my lips again to relax me and I felt my knees buckle with the
sensation. Suddenly, I felt her soft lips against mine, and I pushed forward
eagerly. She pulled back and laughed.
"I told you to follow me.“
she repeated. "I’ll show you how to kiss.”
My heart was beating rapidly. The most
popular and gorgeous girl at my school just KISSED me and she’s KISSING ME
AGAIN. She leaned back in and this time, I closed my eyes slowly, and took in
the full feeling of her lips.
It was steady at first. Like what
little kids do to each other because they were mimicking their parents. Lip to
lip, we stood there for a few seconds not moving, but despite the lack of
action, I still felt my entire being tingling. Then without warning, she parted
my lips with hers and slipped her lips into the space between easily. She
grabbed arms and pulled our bodies flush together. I literally felt like I was
The kiss was a bit…wetter…than I
had imagined it to be. And there were no big fireworks or angels singing or
anything, but damn did it feel good, especially with her breasts squishing into
I was a hormonal teenager (but I
guess that much hasn’t changed about me) and I felt my male instincts being
enflamed. I followed her lead clumsily. Our teeth clashed together a lot because
I really had no idea about the spatial awareness between our lips, or anything
for that matter. I was just so enthused about being kissed by my crush that all
I could think about was keeping my lips on hers forever. Kindly, she didn’t
scold me or make fun of my lack of skill. She just pulled back a bit, adjusting
herself, and kept on kissing me until I found the proper rhythm.
Every time I made a mistake, I would
apologize, but she would hear none of it and just grab my face to go back at it
again. Eventually, I felt comfortable enough to grab her waist, and as if I had
passed the first round boss, she gave me a reward that caused my knees to
buckle immediately. Her tongue snaked into my mouth and slid against mine.
OH. That’s what it did.
"Oh Jimin.“ she cracked up
as I literally gasped for air and stumbled back. I had lost all ability to
breathe with the new sensation. Frankly, everything about the moment was
Here was a beautiful girl kissing
me…a lot. And not to mention that I had had the biggest crush on her for a
year now. I had my first kiss and my first French kiss on the same day with the
hottest girl I had ever seen.
Talk about saving my luck.
"Breathe Jimin. You did
good.” she smiled and patted my back. “Would you like to learn more
things from me?”
My eyes widened. Was that her way of
saying yes? Who was I to turn that offer down?
"Yes, please.“ I squeaked
"Perfect.” She kissed me
deeply and I swear I almost fainted on the spot. “I’ll meet you here, same
Obviously, I showed up bright-eyed
and eager to learn the very next day. Maybe a little too eager because I showed
up an hour early.
But anyway, for an entire two weeks,
we made out constantly after school. Each day, I learned new techniques by
following her lead. And soon, I was pulling her moves out on her and she would
become more aggressive. Until one day, on our third week of us being girlfriend
and boyfriend, she invited me over her house.
Boy, I was REALLY not prepared for
what she had in mind.
Shakily, I rang her doorbell,
holding my books to my chest tightly. When the door swung open, she welcomed me
wearing a thin, satin robe that left nothing to the imagination. My grip
slackened and my books scattered onto the ground as I gulped. Immediately, my hands
flew in front of my face to cover my eyes.
"Wh-wha– I’m sorry! I
shouldn’t have come so early before you got to change!“ I panicked.
Temptress chuckled and pried my
hands away from my face. My eyes respectfully stared above her head, not
wanting to gawk at her clearly exposed body. I had never seen a naked girl in
real life before. Sure, there were magazines and videos…but it was like
watching a movie or reading a book. But this…this was beyond anything I had
imagined, my body was hyperaware of all her curves and I found myself wondering
how soft women actually felt.
I shook my head and turned around,
embarrassed as she bent down to pick up my books. Her cleavage was deep and the
sides of her breasts were peeking out from the thin fabric.
"You’re so cute Jimin.”
she giggled. “Come in. I’ve been waiting for you like this.”
I stepped inside backwards, still
not wanting to rake my eyes over her body, in fear that I would do something
she didn’t like.
"I-I thought we were just going
to do homework and watch TV together.“ I stumbled a little.
"No Jimin.” she chuckled
as she grabbed my shoulders to turn me around. “When a girl invites you
over after making out with you several times, they most likely mean they want
to have sex with you.”
"Yes. Please tell me you’ve at
least HEARD of sex, my innocent little nugget.” she squeezed my cheeks.
"Of course I have…I
just…well… I thought we’d at least…you know love each other before
thinking about that.“
"Oh Jimin.” she shook her
head and threw off her satin robe boldly. “So are you saying you don’t
want to have sex with me?”
I felt my cock twitch as my eyes
were now fully allowed to peruse her body. Nothing compared to seeing a real,
live, lingerie-clad female in front of me.
"Can I?“ I reached my hand
out towards her breasts curiously.
"Please.” She took my hands
and put both of them on each boob.
"Oh my gosh.“ I gasped as
I just cupped them awkwardly; my hand a little stiff, like they would pop if I
pressed too hard. "Now what do I do?”
"Massage them Jimin.“
"Um…okay…” I moved my
hands in small circles.
"Jimin, they’re not going to
break, massage hard.“ she guided
my hands. "Make me feel good.”
I was sure my entire face and neck was
red. Was it out of embarrassment? Out of excitement? I couldn’t exactly
remember the emotion that overwhelmed me at that point. But regardless, I had
never seen, much less touched a real breast before and there I was, massaging
two for the first time. I hadn’t even gotten this far in my research on women.
"Come here, Jimin.” she
whispered, tilting my chin up so she could swipe her tongue across my lip.
I moaned as her lips traveled down
to my neck, as it usually did when our make out sessions escalated
passionately. As a reaction, my hands worked her breast hard. My thumb
accidentally swiped across her nipple through the see-through lacy fabric and I
felt myself harden when she breathed desperately into my neck. Enlightened, I
repeated the motion and found that it had her react in the best way. She nipped
at my neck and brought her hips closer to my erection. So mustering my courage,
I began drawing small circles around her nipples gently. She began grinding
into me, her voice breathy and needy.
"Come with me.“ she
grabbed my hand and led me to her bedroom. "Get on the bed.”
I nodded meekly. I was unprepared,
but there was no way I was going to break this series of events. She wanted me.
She wanted to have sex with me. Something I had only dreamt about. Something I
thought I wouldn’t get to experience until much, much later in life.
I lay on the bed and watched her
shut her door softly. She had a supple ass, round and perky, and her legs were
fairly toned. If I remember correctly, she was an athlete of sorts. My thoughts
stopped short when I watched her hands come up behind her to unclip her bra. My
mouth immediately became dry and there was a fire of need brewing in my lower
region. My pants suddenly felt too restricting.
"Would you like to taste?“
she smirked, probably seeing the way I was gawking at her like a starving
All I could do was nod and she
climbed over me. My eyes were wide with awe as she lowered her breasts in front
of my face. What was I supposed to do?
"Have a taste.” she urged.
"Um…“ I looked around
nervously. "Is like…milk going to come out or something?”
She threw her head back and laughed.
I felt myself press my body further into her bed, ashamed.
"No, Jimin.“ she looked
down at me amused. "But it’s going to make me feel really good.”
"Um so…like…“ I
nervously stuck my tongue out and licked her nipple.
Her body reacted almost
instantaneously. She sighed and her elbows buckled a little. I felt empowered
so I did the same thing.
"Suck on it, please.” she
pleaded and I covered as much of her breast with my mouth. “The other
hand, play with my other one.”
I followed her instructions
obediently, and watched in surprise as those simple actions had her whispering
my name and rolling her hips into mine. What was this magic?
"I’m so wet for you
Jimin.“ she hummed.
I raised an eyebrow. Wet? Did that
mean I was using too much saliva on her boobs? But it didn’t sound like a bad
As if seeing my confusion, she
chuckled and pulled herself out of my mouth.
"I’m wet for you down
there.” she explained.
gulped as she tugged her panties down and rolled over on her back beside me.
"Would you like to feel?“
I nodded, my words still failing me.
"Give me your hand.” I did
so, and she guided my fingers lower and lower…until I felt something sticky
and warm. I flinched a little. What the heck was that?
"That’s how good you made me
feel.“ she smiled. "I’ll show you how to make me scream your name and
beg for more.”
I blinked. Those words flustered me,
but something inside me really wanted to hear her screaming my name and begging
for me, so I moved down so I could see her entrance clearly. It wasn’t as
attractive as I thought it’d be. A valley of pink folds lay in front of my
fingers, and I had no idea what to do about them.
She still held my hand, guiding my
thumb over a certain part of herself and she gently had me rub it. She winced
and moaned, throwing her head back. I panicked, thinking that I was hurting her,
but she gripped my wrist to continue. Worriedly and carefully, I continued as
she writhed under my touch.
"Put a finger inside me.“
I furrowed my brows.
She smiled and grabbed my index
finger, pushing it into one of her holes as I spazzed out at the tightness. Something
was clenching around my finger and I was afraid to go any further inside. Just
how far did this go? It was a weird feeling. My finger felt like they had just
dipped themselves in a narrow jar of thinned out honey.
But she shoved my finger inside and
cried out. My cheeks were flushed because as scared as I was that she was in
pain, her noises were turning me on. My boxers were soaked already just from
how she sounded and looked. She hadn’t even touched me yet. I shivered at the
"Push in and out.“ She
panted, and I began moving my finger in and out of her hole, mesmerized by the
way my finger disappeared and reappeared; by the way she clutched the sheets
and bucked her hips up at the command of my index finger. "Add another.”
"But–“ I protested. There
was no way another finger would fit.
"Do it…please.” she
Did she like pain? I pushed both my
index and middle finger inside her and found her stretching accordingly to the
size, much to my surprise. She yelped loudly.
"Oh my god, Jimin.“
I decided that I very much loved
hearing that phrase, in that manner, in that tone. I smirked and began pushing
in and out of her with my finger.
"Jimin…” she heaved.
“Remember that place where you rubbed your thumb before?”
I nodded as I concentrated on my
fingers staying in the proper hole, maintaining the proper rhythm.
"I need your tongue
I looked at her in disbelief. She
wanted my tongue…where?
"Yes, taste me. Please.“
My ears warmed at her request, but I
couldn’t refuse. I licked my lips nervously. Was it edible? Would I die? Would
I gag? Would she taste okay? I flicked my tongue out and pretended like I was
licking ice cream; my fingers still continuing their motion.
"Mmm…” I hummed. She
didn’t taste bad at all. It was soft. It kind of felt like a small version of
her lips. Her hips began moving wildly as my tongue worked its way again.
"Oh my gosh. Yes. Like
that.“ she moaned and it ignited my confidence. My body took over, wanting
to taste every inch of her nether region, wanting to see how deep my fingers
went. Suddenly, I felt myself being ripped from the steady motion, only to have
her tongue enter my mouth. The thought of her tasting herself was a bit
nauseating, but I shoved that thought away when I felt her unzipping my pants.
"Wh-wha–” I was flustered
and climbed off the bed nervously.
"I need to return the
favor.“ she grinned as she approached me, and pulled down my pants, boxers
and all, in one motion.
I covered my cock timidly. I felt so
exposed. I was worried about what she thought of my body.
"Hands off.” she swatted
them away as she knelt down, and stared at me hungrily.
Was that a good or bad thing?
Then she opened her mouth and dipped
her head down my entire length. I stumbled backwards slightly, but her grip on
my hip steadied me. My eyes rolled back at the wave of pleasure that had just
coursed through my body.
"Oh…oh my…“ I moaned
as she bobbed her head back and forth.
I looked down and felt like I was
about to faint at the sight. For some reason, it was extremely hott. She was on
her knees in front of me, humming happily as she pleasured me expertly. And to
top it off, this wasn’t a dream. It was reality. She was sucking me off and
enjoying it. And when she added her tongue to the mix, my hand instinctively grabbed
her head and slammed myself deeper into her throat. Then I realized what I was
"I’m so sor–”
"Do it again.“ she looked
up at me in pure delight. "I liked it.”
She covered my length again and I
bucked into her, gripping her hair tightly to keep my sanity. I needed more. I
wanted more. This felt so good, it was indescribable. I was addicted. But just
when I thought it was already wonderful enough, she pulled away and stated
something that had me leaking shamefully.
"I need you inside me.“
When I agreed with her using a
subtle nod, she handed me a condom wrapper, "Here. I’m not planning to get
pregnant anytime soon, so I always have some protection on me.”
I nodded understandably and fumbled
to open it with much difficulty. I must’ve looked extremely foolish because she
gently ripped it open for me. With my hands shaking, I took the rubber and
tried to line it with the tip of my cock, but it kept missing. I was growing
anxious by the second.
"Relax.“ she guided my
hands and I was able to roll it down easily.
I took a deep breath. I still
couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that this was all happening.
"Since it’s your first time,
how about I top for now?”
"Top what?“ I tilted my
She looked at me amused. "Lay
on the bed, Jimin.”
I got back into the sea of blankets,
my heart racing incredibly fast. I was dazed and beyond myself. I wanted the
pleasure back, the high that I was climbing to a few minutes ago with her mouth
around my dick. I felt the bed dip a few seconds later and she soon straddled
me. Her warmth was right above my cock and my breathing became labored as she
pushed herself down. I groaned and grabbed her thighs tightly. What was this
feeling of unrivaled pleasure and electricity? My blood rushed downwards and I
was sweating profusely. This had to be illegal.
But I was wrong.
When she started riding me, first
slowly then roughly, THAT was illegal. Embarrassingly though, I finished
quickly, releasing myself before she even built up to her climax. But she
didn’t press further; she slid off of me with a satisfied smile.
"It happens during your first
time. Don’t worry.“ she cuddled beside me after I had thrown the condom
out and plopped onto the bed. I was extremely sleepy and exhausted for some
reason. I hadn’t even done much, but it felt like I had worked out intensely.
"We’ll be doing this a lot more often and you’ll be great.”
She whispered into my ear as I was
lulled into sleep.
And she was true to her word. Every
time we met up, it would end up with our bodies tangled in her bed, sweaty and
panting. She taught me a lot, and I learned a lot about women and my own body
from our sessions. We hardly saw each other in school, but knowing that we had
a set time to meet up afterwards, made it all better. I mean, girlfriends and
boyfriends didn’t HAVE to be attached to each other all day. Although, I did
really want to walk to class holding her hand, flaunting that I, Park Jimin,
was dating the Temptress.
But I soon found that I had been
deluding myself all along.
I decided to search for her during
lunch time one day. I had seen her walk out with one of the popular guys so I
followed her, worried that he would ask her out or something like that. I lost
their track, so I wandered around. They were heading towards the bleachers for
some reason so I perused the area. I was about to give up when I heard a very
familiar moan coming from underneath the bleachers.
Nervously, I journeyed there and
found the popular guy rocking into her roughly while she grinned, her face
painted with pleasure. I stood there in horror. I knew I should’ve ran. I knew
I shouldn’t have stared, but I was floored. What was she doing? Why was she
looking so happy to have someone else inside her? Why?
They both finished and only then did
she notice me.
"Oh. Jimin. Hi!“ She
beamed as she patted down her skirt. She dangerously had no underwear
underneath, but it had given the other man easy access. "Did you want some
to? It’ll be easy to slip inside me now.”
I stared at her, nearing tears.
"Why…what’re you…“ I
couldn’t form any coherent sentences because I was so overwhelmingly upset.
"Oh honey. Did you really think I was your girlfriend?”
she chuckled as she walked over to me.
"But you kissed me and we
had…“ I leaned over to whisper (because I thought it was such a taboo
word at the time). ”…sex.“
"Oh Jimin.” she looked at
me sympathetically. “I felt sorry for you. It was clear you were new to
everything and I wanted to help you out.”
"What? But the sex…you said I
was amazing. It felt amazing!“
"Oh sweetie.” She giggled
as the popular guy approached her, giving her a warm embrace from behind.
“Sex feels amazing even when you don’t love someone. And most of the time,
people don’t do it for love anymore. That’s so old fashioned. And if you wanted
it to be so special, don’t you think you should’ve been more careful about who
you had your first time with?”
She cupped my face gently, and I was
torn between chucking her hand away, having seen her touching another man with
it, and holding onto it tightly, afraid that the only girl who had ever shown
interest in me would disappear.
"You have a lot of potential,
Jimin. I sensed it in you all along. Out of all the guys I taught, your skills
genuinely turned me on. And if you’re looking to learn more in the bedroom, you
know how to reach me. I really think you would be fantastic in bed with more
lessons. But let’s make it clear that this doesn’t mean we’re in a
I hung my head down, mind blown. In
those few minutes, my entire notion of love and sex was shattered. But I
nodded. If there was one thing I understood from everything she said, it was
that she didn’t love me at all.
But I refused to believe that she
didn’t like me.
I remained naive and foolish, and I
continued to go for lessons at her house, doing my best to learn how to please
her, reveling in the way she focused on just me when my fingers or my dick was
inside her. Just for that moment in time, I wanted to believe that she was
attracted to me, that if I could show her just how amazing I was in bed, she
wouldn’t need to go to anyone else. I was determined to make her fall for me,
by being the best of her pupils.
But one day, my plans were foiled.
"Jimin. We have to stop
this.” She smiled warmly. She had asked to see me after school and I
thought we were going to try something new excitedly. But she had actually
called me out to sever whatever it was that we were doing. “I found
someone that I want to keep forever.”
"What?“ I felt the wind
get knocked out of me.
"I have a boyfriend now, and
you’ve honestly learned everything I could teach you and mastered it.” she
grinned as she caressed my cheek. “I am so proud of you.”
In anger, I slapped her hand away
and sprinted from her, ignoring her calling my name. If she had wanted a
boyfriend, why hadn’t she chosen me? If she had wanted to be in a stable
relationship, I was always there, waiting for her. I was infuriated and couldn’t
see which way I was going so I ended up bumping into someone in the middle of
In my rage and pain, only one
thought coursed through me –I wanted to feel someone want me, even if it was
forcefully. The girl looked up at me surprised as I stared at her. She was
pretty. So I grabbed her face and pressed my lips against hers. She struggled a
bit, but soon relaxed and kissed me back.
"Do you want to have sex with
me?“ I breathed desperately against her lips.
Surprisingly, she nodded, blushing
profusely. So I took her to an empty classroom and pleasured her the only way I
knew how. I touched her the way the Temptress enjoyed, finding that it wasn’t
just specific to her; it worked on girls in general. I was prepared with a
condom, and I released my frustrations and desires into this girl, who just
happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. But she had agreed without
questions, so I just let go and did what I wanted until we were both satisfied.
"Wow…that was great…”
the girl heaved as she slipped back into her uniform.
"Yeah. Thanks. I needed to just
get that out of my system.“ I ruffled my hair.
"Thanks for that.“ I
smiled at her.
"Wait…you didn’t have
feelings for me?”
"Oh…no. I’m not even sure who
you are.“ I blinked.
In the next second, I felt a sting
on my cheek, and it didn’t dawn on me until a few seconds after that I had just
"We’ve been in the same class
for years you asshole!” She hissed and ran out of the classroom, leaving
me stunned, but not feeling guilty in the slightest.
It was her fault for making
assumptions, just as it was mine with Temptress.
So with renewed vigor, I
pursued Temptress seriously this time around. My pride and my social standing didn’t matter
anymore as long as it ended with me getting her. I professed my love to her
childishly and boldly. In front of school, in the middle of school,
after school. I showered her with roses, made her lunch, anything that I could
think of to have her look my way.
But she soon had enough.
"I need you to stop this,
Jimin. I will never be with you. You need to get over me and move on.“
Temptress crossed her arms angrily.
"You’re the only girl I ever
wanted to be with. I wanted the person I shared my first time with to be my one
and only. I truly believe that we’re meant to be.” I confessed
"Jimin, whatever you think we
were is only in your head. I was seeing about five other guys while we were
having lessons. And I slept with someone right after you left my house every
single time we had sex.“ she admitted.
I gawked at her, not believing what
I was hearing. I really wasn’t the only one. I never was the only one.
"Jimin. You’re forcing your
ideals and desires on me when you don’t know the first thing about me. And
besides, love hurts. So why bother with it? Sex is enough to keep me happy. I
don’t want anything other than that. It’s too much.”
"But you have a boyfriend?“
She laughed. "Yeah. He’s hott,
fantastic in bed, and rich, but I don’t love him. I do want to keep him as long
as I can though.”
I collapsed on my knees,
As she walked away, I felt my world
crashing down and I wondered if everybody around me was actually the person I
was seeing. Did everyone have a darker side to them? Did everyone feel this
nonchalant about hurting someone else? Did everyone think of love as something
so trivial and unnecessary? Was I not worth loving?
I was filled with doubts and trust
issues. I was terrified of getting hurt again. Day after day, I was traumatized
by past memories and the unknown future, all the times that I had gotten
To make matters worse, the girl that
had turned out to be in the same class as me, had told everyone about how I had
used her. I was permanently labeled as a playboy and gossips ravaged that I
toyed with women’s feelings, that my nice facade had all been an act to get
close enough to use them for their body.
I was isolated, bullied, and looked down upon. The girls that had been so nice to me before distanced themselves and began looking at me with wary eyes constantly, like I had betrayed them, when in truth, it was I that had been betrayed.
And finally, one day, as I stared at
myself in the mirror, it all clicked. A switch was flipped inside me, and I
smirked at my reflection. I had had enough of it all.
"Fine. If it’s a playboy they
see,” I combed my hair up, exposing my forehead. “then a playboy
they’ll get. Park Jimin doesn’t need love. Sex is enough to make me happy.”
I accepted my fate, and became the
bad boy openly. Once I embraced that side of myself, I realized that women fell
and swooned for me. I had the power of seduction at my fingertips all along,
but I had been suppressing it, believing that nice guys were what girls wanted.
Even women thought they wanted good guys, yet they still found themselves
magnetized towards the bad boys for some reason.
No longer was I friend zoned. No
longer was I not seen as an option. No longer did I take a backseat to all the
other guys. No longer did I set myself up to get hurt.
Until of course, I fell in love with
someone just as excellent in bed and just as attractive as I was. And it made me realize that I no longer wanted to live that kind of life and be
that kind of person. So now, here I am with a successful job and a beautiful
girlfriend who I am insanely in love with. And hell, I have the best sex life
Yet, when I received an ominous
letter, I sat in my living room, staring at it in horror; the flood of negative
emotions coming back to me. Three simple words froze time and whisked me back
to the days when I was the most vulnerable, to the days that had started it
all, to the days that had given birth to Red Mask: High School Reunion.
Roman and the Usos being the rowdiest boys to put office furniture together.
Dean likes to trade vodka bottles.
Roman and Seth are getting along better.
Roman saying the Shield broke up too early, but saying “hell no” to a reunion.
Roman being thankful that he was “a fatass” when he went to Canada for football, because it meant him being released and going to wrestling.
Roman shaving his head to reinvent himself.
Roman talking about how he had a fat booty.
Roman feeling like he’s the pick of the litter and now going one on one with Undertaker.
He gives absolutely no fucks if you boo him or not.
He tells the younger guys to work the camera because it’s the magic of cinematography.
He loved throwing Undertaker over the top rope at the Royal Rumble.
Roman and Jericho are Game of Thrones buddies and not “
amateurs” when it comes to trivia.
Josh (one of the Usos) telling Roman that the people in this company are trying to accomplish what Roman has already done and that made him think.
Roman was a stud in high school.
Roman swears a lot and I love it.
Roman knew Brock was gonna beat the fuck outta him which is why he pissed him off and made it a fight.
Roman’s mom cries during his matches and texts him because they’re too intense.
Roman ran into Bret Hart backstage after Brock v. Roman at WM31 and Bret said “instant classic” to their match. (And we all know Bret is Roman’s favorite.)
Roman and Sheamus are good friends after their championship feud.
“Shield hugs” are a thing and have happened several times. Remember when they performed at a house show and took a helicopter to RAW? SHIELD hug.
Roman loves his last man standing match with the Big Show and championship match with Triple H at Wrestlemania 32.
He knows exactly how Chicago and Philly feel about him.
They have traveled the world and seen nothing, but the show is theirs.
Roman impersonating some wisdom he got from Dream. “He has it and he can’t get rid of it if he tried.” So, to all the haters that say he has no charisma and shit on him on Twitter, Dream believed in Roman so “fuck you”.
Hello, it’s #optomstudies here again with another Sunday Study Tip on university life! Although it’s been a while, this will be a multi-part series that hopefully will give a unique insight, since I can go on and on about university :)
PART 3: STUDY
I wish I had known that there’s a lot more work that you can binge in university. It is super easy to fall into the trap of leaving everything to the last minute. Revise regularly and finish all your recommended reading. The workload is a lot more than I ever faced in my final year of high school, and somehow I did get used to doing more in a shorter period of time.
Keep up with your tutorial homework. Especially for subjects for maths, I can’t stress this enough, especially since this was the one of the causes of my subpar grades the first semester of uni. Even if you have to stay up late to finish it, I’d suggest that you do it. Because if you don’t finish it this week, you’ll just have more to do next week.
Make study notes for everything at first. To be absolutely honest, there are a lot of subjects where you don’t end up needing study notes all that often. But I’d suggest making notes for everything the first week, because very often I’ve done notes for a subject, decided that I didn’t need any, then regretted it later on in the semester when there was too much to study. If you’re a notes person, make notes for everything.
That being said, know that you can’t write notes for everything forever. Sure, first and second year you can. But keep in mind that notes are time consuming to make, and tbh not the most optimal way to get the most information into your mind in a short time. It’s good for when you’re trying to learn each and every thing in a subject, like in high school for your HSC for example, but in uni, it’s better to understand concepts and memorise big picture things at the end of the day.
Learn as much as you can in class. Skim through the lecture notes before class, and write down any questions, but you basically want to understand the concepts in class. If there’s anything that you don’t understand, try and ask the teacher and follow up on it at the end of the class if there’s not enough time for questions. Try your best to follow what’s happening at the moment it happens.
Revise regularly. The reason for this is so that you can change the shape of the forgetting curve. This is the number one easiest thing to procrastinate, because it is probably the hardest to do regularly. I find it easier to set aside one large chunk of time to revise, even though it’s not optimum. The reason is because if planning one hour a day to revise, it’s usually at the end of the day after all your homework is done… and homework almost always runs over the time that you set aside for it. In addition to that, you want to avoid having to write anything new in that session, so make sure you have your study notes already done!
Don’t forget who you were in high school. I can’t count the number of people who have studied their hardest in high school and scored ATARs of 95+ and yet completely bum around in uni, and don’t seem to care as long as they pass the course. Idk, personally, it’s just not an aesthetic that I would want myself to have; you tried that hard in high school, was it just a means to an ends? Now that you’re in your dream course, it suddenly doesn’t matter if you can’t make heads or tails of it? My cheesy message is: You made it! Celebrate it! Embrace it! Love learning it! Evolve and develop your mentality for university now that the goals are not a 99.95 ATAR, but a goal of your own choosing.
Explore new methods of note taking. There is a plethora of information concerning lecture note taking, writing summary notes, and specifically for university too. Or try your own thing. I personally am someone who likes taking notes in red font on my lecture slides - any explanations or emphases that are expressed are highlighted, without missing anything while typing up the main points. And I don’t bother to rewrite things in my own words, as long as I understand a concept; I know this is heavily emphasised as a good way to take notes in high school (in almost all the note making tutorials I’ve read), but in uni you don’t have the luxury of time. Lecture notes usually are anywhere from 3 to 6 A4 pages per hour of study notes, so it’s unfeasible when you have 8 hours of lectures a week. Try something different!
Do a brain dump on paper. My friend swears by this method. You go to a lecture, and straight afterwards write down everything you remember from that lecture right there and then. Then the day when you sit down to study it, do the same thing. The amount of things you’ve forgotten will be in plain view, which gets you to put the hard yards into memorising. Do the brain dump again once you’ve finished everything to check that you’ve memorised more than you did that initial brain dump.
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