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the difference between jungkook and taehyung LKASKASKAS
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PARK JIMIN??? JEON JUNGKOOK???? HELLO?????????
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Howl's Moving Castle | ハウルの動く城 (2004) dir. Hayao Miyazaki
A lil practice in perspective with this piece mostly, so here's Howl and Sophie, who I designed based 50/50 on their book and movie counterparts! I actually would love to revisit this piece and paring in the future, since the book is one of my all time favs
please please pay attention to what is happening to women in south korea. it was revealed that men had chat rooms where they share photos of women in their family while they groping them and were sexually harassing them and feminists in south korea on twt are asking to spread the word about the crimes done against the women in the country since the media in korea won’t report on it and a lot of international media isn’t covering these issues that have been coming up
still don’t know my name | jjk (m)
➥ banner by: @archivedkookie.
➥ PAIRING: jungkook x fem!reader
➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor—that you can’t stand—turns out to be the person behind the online account you’ve been sexting. You still don’t know his name.
➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies
➥ CATEGORY: mini three-shot
➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, lotssss of sexting, cybersex, degradation kink, mentions of pornography, exchanging nude photos, nsfw twitter, masturbation (m & f), jungkook is a fucking JERK, reader is an annoying brat, bickering, neighbor beef, no like jk is rlly meannnndjdjdjd, reader is kinda dumb but thats not a warning for any time soon, awkward tension, lots of tension, gamer!jk, freelancer!jk, bam cameo <3, name calling (brat, dumb, stupid, etc.), mentions of roughhh sex (enjoyed by both parties), minors DNI
➥ WORDCOUNT: 8.3k
a/n: so happy pt. 1 is out !! 🤭🤭🤭 just building up the tension for this one … hehe 😋 hope u like it <333 feedback n reblogs are appreciated!
btw: unedited .. not my best work but i rlly wanted to get this idea out + jungkook is basically unnamed but it’s definitely abt him guys like don’t confuse anything he’s definitely the annoying neighbor but as it’s from reader’s perspective, you don’t know his name so he’s pretty much nameless
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⇠ TEASER ⋆ MASTERLIST ⋆ NEXT ⇢
#1 — “nice panties”
@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:23PM
So what are you wearing lol
Ugh. You can’t roll your eyes hard enough at that. Do guys have no idea how to flirt with women anymore? What else would you be wearing than pajamas if you told him you’re already in bed?
You | 9:25PM
pajamas lol
@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:25PM
What kind
For fuck’s sake. Do men think women go to sleep in lingerie? Why did you even make that secret account if all men just bore you to death in your private messages?
You | 9:26PM
sweatpants and a tank top
@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:27PM
Isn’t it too hot for sweatpants? Haha
You | 9:30PM
i was kinda cold so i was hoping you’d get me hot and bothered but you’ve got me falling asleep tbh. goodnight aaron
@iIikebigbootybitches | 9:32PM
Damn lol. Harsh. This is why women don’t get asked out on dates anymore
Right… that’s the reason. Dumbass.
You waste no time blocking this goofball before turning over and closing your eyes, chasing the sleep you so desperately crave.
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“Dude, how the hell did you miss that?!”
The muffled voice coming from the wall to your right makes you want to scream into your pillow. With an annoyed grunt, you roll over and reach for your phone, squinting when your phone lights up and sting your eyes in the dark.
11:14PM.
A loud groan bubbles up the back of your throat as you slam your fist into the wall repeatedly, hoping your annoying neighbor gets the hint.
“I just saw you–” he pauses, “hold on a second.”
Not even 5 seconds pass before the banging is returned to your wall, as if you’re the one making all that damn noise.
He doesn’t just knock one or two times, he keeps banging like he’s got something to prove and he’s doing a great job at making your blood boil.
Then, he returns—to what you assume to be his computer—and continues talking at a volume that would allow the entire neighborhood to hear him play his stupid video games.
You angrily toss the sheets off your body when you’ve had enough. Swing your legs off the side of your bed. Shove your feet into your fuzzy slippers before stomping your way to his front door, a Hello Kitty tank top draped over your torso and velvet shorts—yes, you lied to that freak—with the bedazzled word ‘JUICY’ spelled across your perky asscheeks.
You raise your hand and aggressively slam your fist down on the door, repeatedly and annoyingly like he did to your bedroom wall just a few seconds ago. It’s almost like his golden apartment number—504B—is mockingly staring at you. The urge to peel it off his door and toss it into your toilet is growing with each passing millisecond.
A loud groan reaches your ears from behind the door before keys jingling together resounds throughout the corridor.
The door swings open and there he is. Headphones around his neck, a scowl on his face, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek in annoyance as he slowly—and very arrogantly—drags his gaze down your body before meeting your furious eyes again.
This happens every fucking week.
Your eyes drape over his figure, committing it all to memory. His wavy black locks are pulled back in a small bun, strands—that are too short to fit into the elastic—frame his face just right and his torso is clad in a black tank top, tattoo sleeve on full display for you.
His grey sweatpants hang low on his hips, a silver chain decorates his neck, silver rings in his lip that glimmer under the hallway light of your shared corridor.
You cross your arms over your chest in defiance, proving to him that you don’t care about his scowl and he can look pissed all he wants. “Some people are trying to fucking sleep,” you snark at him.
He exaggeratedly rolls his eyes and it makes the nerves in your hands tingle with the need to smack the shit out of him. In response, he barks, “Who goes to sleep at 11PM on a fucking Friday?”
What a fucking asshole. If you could have the chance to kill one person in your life, it’d be him.
“I do. Now, stop playing your stupid games so damn loud. You sound like a fucking freak,” you huff, not waiting for a response as you start heading back to your apartment, which is literally—and unfortunately—right next to his.
“Yeah, don’t fucking count on it,” he calls out after you before loudly slamming his door shut.
Ugh, what a fucking prick! Can’t he just be considerate? You live in the same building, that means everyone living here should be considerate of others.
You’re aware that you’re the only one that has noise complaints about him, but it’s not your fault that your room is right next to his gaming setup.
You quickly snatch the pillow off your bed after you stormed back to your room with a complimentary door slam, just as loud as your annoying neighbor’s. Quiet insults about him spill out of your mouth as you throw your pillow on your couch and plop down, trying to go back to sleep in this boiling heat.
No matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to fall asleep.
Your chest dramatically inflates as you take a deep breath before taking your phone into your hands, deciding to scroll through your social media apps for a little while. Until they put you to sleep, at least.
You open the Twitter app and switch from your personal account to your secret account.
Which is basically just an account filled with pornography.
Not pornography of you, just home-made amateur porn videos by others that you retweet onto your profile—if you like them.
You’ve gained over 4.000 followers in the past few months—which also inevitably summons a few annoying men in your private and requested messages but nothing you can’t handle.
With a loud sigh, you scroll down your timeline and see your favorite NSFW account tweeted a few hours ago.
You click on his account and decide to scroll through it—it’s been quite a while since you last checked.
‘Me and who?’
‘Need a brat to do this to’
‘This video is hot as fuck’
Those are just the few captions you see, all followed by amateur porn videos and a couple thousand likes on each post.
The video plays silently and the soft moans from the woman in the video reaches your ears. She sounds angelic. Your teeth slowly sink into your bottom lip as you watch the man in the video press her further into the mattress, slamming his hips down into her ass.
The tingle in your core doesn’t let up and just like that, you’ve lost track of time. When you do glance up at the time, the realization that you’ve been scrolling through this account for the past 30 minutes dawns on you like a pile of bricks.
Your panties uncomfortably stick to your sex. A silent groan escapes your throat as you turn onto your back and scroll back up to the first video, captioned ‘Me and who?’. You watch it again, eyes glued to how this girl gets absolutely ruined. Her pretty legs are pushed back in mating press position. Moans and cries escape her.
If only you could be in her position right now.
Your fingers slowly inch towards the hem of your shorts and slip under the elastic before you sneak your fingers into your panties.
The slick that coats your fingers from barely grazing your slit is absurd; you’re disgustingly drenched. A soft sigh escapes you as you slowly begin to rub circles directly onto your clit, grunting and moaning softly to yourself as you continue to watch the video on your phone.
Fuck.
You can’t help but grind up into your own fingers, whining at the lack of friction you really crave. Being fucked exactly like in this video.
The speed in which you chase your orgasm picks up, rubbing faster and faster. It doesn’t take long after for you to cum all over your own fingers—you haven’t touched yourself in a while so the orgasm has you pathetically chasing your breath. You really need to start investing in some toys or something.
And no, not a partner. They’re nothing but disappointments waiting to happen.
A whine leaves your lips when you realize you have to get up and wash your hands, clean them of your slick. Your legs lazily swing off the side of the couch as you sit straight up.
You strut into the kitchen to wash your hands and by the time you get comfortable on your couch again, you reach for your phone. You reply to the ‘Me and who?’ tweet with;
‘me i hope lol. cause i just came so hard to this video’
Then, you like the original tweet and lock your phone for the night, turning over and immediately drifting off into a deep slumber.
You don’t hear your annoying neighbor for the rest of the night.
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The following morning, you stir and slurp up the drool that had trickled down your chin. You must’ve been exhausted. How embarrassing.
It’s all that loser’s fault.
Your hand reaches up and wipes your chin clean with the back of your hand. You sit straight up. Scratch the back of your head. Yawn obnoxiously. Try to wake up.
You glance at your phone. It says 10:03AM.
Fuck!
You shoot up from your couch at the speed of lighting. Quiet curse words leave your lips. You’re supposed to meet a friend today at 10:30AM.
After taking a quick shower, putting on your clothes for the day and doing your hair & makeup, you quickly exit your apartment and lock the doors behind you before heading to the elevator.
Your phone buzzes.
[10:44AM]
Jimin
Incoming call
Shit!
Your finger taps the green button to accept the call. “Jimin,” you say, apologetically.
“Hey,” he mumbles. “Where are you?”
You quickly slam your fingers onto the elevator button, foolishly hoping the more you tap on it, the quicker it’ll arrive.
“I’m so sorry, Jimin. I overslept. I’ll tell you the details when I get there.”
“Alright, no worries. I thought something bad happened, is all.”
Finally, the elevator arrives and opens up, making you hurry inside.
“Oh, no, nothing happened, I’m okay.”
Right as the elevator doors finally close, a hand slips right in between the gap before they fully close, forcing it open.
“Okay, good! I’ll save us a spot.”
You barely register Jimin’s words when the doors open and your eyes are met with none other than your annoying fucking neighbor.
You do your best not to groan at the sight in front of you and he doesn’t seem too happy about being in this small elevator with you for 30 seconds either, evident by the frown on his thick brows and the twitch in his lips.
“Y/N?”
Jimin’s voice drags you out of your trance, making you avert your gaze from the rude loser in front of you, watching as he walks into the elevator within your peripherals and settling right across from you.
“Oh, sorry. Yeah. I’ll see you soon.” You don’t say much else as you hang up the phone, shoving it into your purse before intently staring at the floor like it’s got something important to tell you.
He does the same, though. He hasn’t even glanced your way, his chin is tilted up and you can only assume he’s glaring at the little screen above the button panel that indicates what floor you’re on.
The tension is so thick. Suffocating. Could snap with the single slice of a dull butterknife.
It seems to be the longest 30 seconds of your life, the occasional mechanical sounds as the elevator slides in between floors fill up your ears like it’s being blasted on a speaker at the highest volume right next to your head.
You allow your eyes to subtly travel to his hand, catching a glimpse of his tattooed knuckles and fingers that are clad in silver rings.
Fuck.
You avert your eyes before he catches you staring but you continue to just stare at the floor. Bring up your hand to scratch behind your ear in hopes you’d feel less awkward.
But it doesn’t help at all.
Fortunately, you safely make it to the ground floor and the elevator doors slowly open up. He doesn’t even have the decency to let you out first, just struts right out without another look at you and you watch as his figure disappears down the lobby.
You scoff to yourself but don’t let it get to you, ‘cause who cares? Walking out, you quickly exit the elevator too, heading out through a backdoor to get to your mother’s car—that you requested to buy groceries. She hasn’t asked for it back yet so might as well.
But you can’t stop thinking about him.
Hmph. Jerk.
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You finally arrive at your destination, immediately spotting Jimin in the back.
With a saunter, you approach him quickly and toss your purse into the booth across from him.
“Hey,” he chirps as he puts his iced coffee down, nodding towards another right next to his to indicate it’s yours.
“Hi,” you breathe out as you plop down on the seat across from him, stirring your iced coffee with the paper straw.
“You’ve been oversleeping a lot, haven’t you? Is something the matter?” he inquires, tilting his head to search for your eyes.
Your hand comes up to rub your hairline, a soft sigh pushing past your lips as you stare at the cup in front of you. “My damn neighbor is getting way more fucking annoying with each passing day, Jimin. I don’t know how to deal with him.”
He crosses his arms over his chest and sighs in solidarity to your frustration. “That same guy? You two have been bickering for more than half a year, give it a rest.”
“It’s not my damn fault!” you whine, taking a sip of your iced coffee, almost moaning as the sweet goodness hits your tongue.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Anyway,” he starts, “how have you been?”
You part your lips to reply to him but get caught off guard by your phone buzzing. You intend to ignore it but then your phone buzzes again, again, and again. You wince when you see Jimin’s expression, offering him an apologetic smile as you glance down at your phone, reading the notification.
[Twitter]
@archurback4me liked your reply!
[Twitter]
@archurback4me liked your tweet!
[Twitter]
@archurback4me retweeted your tweet!
[Twitter]
@archurback4me followed you back!
Holy shit. What the fuck?
You’ve been following this NSFW account since forever. You can’t believe they just followed you back. You never expected them to notice you, much less follow and retweet one of your tweets.
“Y/N?” Jimin taps the table with his fingers right next to your drink to get your attention and he finally does.
“Oh, sorry,” you mumble and lock your phone, forcing yourself to dive back into the conversation but your mind is still clouded with being followed back by your favorite account. “Sorry. What were we talking about?”
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As soon as you say goodbye to Jimin, you get in your car, reach for your phone in your pockets and quickly open Twitter. The order of notifications can only mean one thing; he liked your reply to their tweet, clicked on your account, scrolled through your account—because the tweet of yours he liked and retweeted is from a few days ago—and then followed you. You scroll through your notifications, noticing how the tweet he RTed has been blowing up.
The tweet of yours he retweeted is an amateur porn video of a guy fucking a girl in speed-bump-position, hips rocking into her ass as soft moans spill from her lips.
You captioned it ‘me and you’ and now there are hundreds of accounts under your tweet, saying stuff like ‘Fuck yeah’, tagging other accounts, asking for the source of the video and more.
You can’t believe your favorite account followed you back, how insane is that?
Your leg bounces up as you start scrolling through his account, your tweet being right at the top of their page.
Ah! This is so exciting.
You quickly ditch your phone, tossing it into the passenger seat before driving home.
Upon your arrival at your building’s parking lot, you quickly shimmy out of your car and jog towards the front door in excitement, barely able to contain yourself when you think about all the new accounts that have followed you and interacted with you because of that one interaction with @archurback4me.
You unlock the door to your building’s lobby and hurry inside but just as quickly, you bump into what seems to be a brick wall.
Except, it isn’t a brick wall—it’s your annoying neighbor’s chest.
(Who’s also really sexy.)
“Ow,” you mumble, reaching up to rub your nose like an automated response. Soothe the impact of colliding face first with his body.
“Can’t you watch where you’re going?” he grumbles but doesn’t seem to have any intention to rid himself of the proximity between you two.
You shoot him a glare and part your lips to shoot a comeback but you stop yourself when you hear sniffles coming from your shoes. Your head tilts down and your eyes are met by a brown Dobermann sniffing your feet and calves.
“Stop that, Bam,” he says as he gently tugs on the leash, putting an end to the dog’s greeting to you.
You’ve seen his dog before and—unlike him—the dog is pretty sweet.
“Oh, hi, you,” you coo, reaching your hand out to Bam’s snout to let him get a sniff of you and he does, tail wagging back and forth.
You glance up at your shitty neighbor, who is just staring at you with a soft scrunch between his thick brows. You hate how good he looks. Someone with a face that pretty shouldn’t have an attitude that foul. Makes them ugly.
Your brow quirks up, your way of asking for permission to pet his dog without giving him the satisfaction of asking him verbally.
His response is a simple shrug of his shoulders, which makes you instantly turn your attention back to Bam. Your hand starts stroking over his soft head, giving him chin and tummy scratches.
The dog leans into your touch, seemingly craving more and you intend to do that. You squat down but in the instance that you do, you regret it.
Bam instantly lunges at you and it makes you lose your balance, his strength is enough to knock you over and fall flat on your ass with a soft thud on the hard tiles. You don’t even get the chance to process what’s going on when Bam climbs onto your body and licks at your face, coating it in his slimy kisses.
“Bam!” his owner shouts, hands flying towards his dog’s harness immediately to get Bam off you and he finally does.
You wipe your wet cheeks with the sleeves of your shirt before rising to your feet again, dusting off your pants.
“Sorry about that, he can get pretty excited. Did you happen to eat any chicken today?” he asks you and you have to pretend to not be shocked with the way he’s interacting with you as if he views you as an equal and not an insect, like he usually does.
You soothe the sting in your elbows from the fall by rubbing it with your hands as you frown at him. “Yeah, I did.”
He slowly nods at your words and waves a warning finger at Bam, dark eyes silently lecturing him like a parent to their child in public.
Bam doesn’t care, though, simply continues to run in circles and chase his own tail.
“He lacks manners sometimes,” he mumbles to himself as he stares at his dog—that’s cutely running in circles like an idiot.
“Hm,” you pause, “like his owner?”
Smack cam.
His head snaps toward you, an agitated frown on his brows. He clearly does not like that.
With that, you turn on your heels and head to the elevator without looking back at him. In your peripherals, you notice that he’s still standing there. Glaring at you. Muscles tensing. Jaw clenched.
You click on the button to summon the elevator to avoid his intense gaze. He’d bore you into the ground if you were to look at him right this moment.
Unfortunately, the silence doesn’t last long enough.
“You literally complain about every little thing like a fucking granny, give me a break.” His voice is raised with the intention that you can hear him loud and clear, after the distance you put in between you two—his tone full of venom and mockery.
“And you game loud as fuck every minute of the night like a fucking loser. How about you give me a break?” you retort, foot tapping against the tiles underneath your shoe in impatience as you wait for the elevator to arrive.
He replies, “It’s not my fault your bedroom is right next to my gaming setup.”
Right, you told him about that fact during one of your many nightly adventures that are located at his front door with balled fists and flared nostrils.
But it’s not your fault either.
The elevator dings and you can finally release that breath you were holding, chest slowly deflating. You place one foot inside before turning your head in his direction to glance at him, eyes meeting his angry gaze.
“It’s not my fault either. I guess you’re just gonna keep seeing me in front of your door every other week, asking you to be a decent fucking human and be considerate of others.” You take one step into the elevator in hopes the censors know you’re there and the doors don’t close on you after the words coated with poison leave your lips, almost stinging your own tongue. “And you have the audacity to blame that poor dog for his lack of manners? Seems like someone can’t take responsibility.”
You fully step into the elevator without another word but that’s not necessary when you see the surprised look on his face before hopping in.
That’s what he gets, you suppose.
Once you enter your apartment, you toss your keys onto the accent table by the door and kick off your shoes, leaving them unorganized by the door. You saunter into your bathroom and quickly strip, turning the water on in your shower to heat it up.
However, right as you’re about to step in, there’s angry banging on your front door.
Ah. Whoever could that be?
You wrap a big white towel around your naked body and approach your front door, creating a small gap as you open it whilst hiding your body behind it.
Why the fuck is he here?
“I’m moving my gaming setup to my room tonight. If I hear one more goddamn complaint from you, I’m making my dog shit all over your fucking doormat,” he pauses, big black eyes intensely staring you down like you’re nothing but a pesky insect. He leans in a bit closer and it seems like only then that you realize he’s been pushing your front door further open with his elbow. “Are we clear?”
His furious gaze almost stings you. Summoning daggers to shoot into your skin. Planting a thorned vine around your throat. Letting it sink its sharp teeth into your flesh until you bleed out. That’s the only way you can describe his suffocating glare.
His breath fans over your face, a subtle reminder that he’s standing close. Too close.
You swallow in an attempt to rid yourself of the drought in your throat he just created. “It doesn’t matter where you move it to. If I hear you, I’m going to complain. Whether that’s right next to my bedroom wall or at the end of your corridor, you fucking freak.”
And with that, you slam the door shut in his face before he can say anything else.
Who does he think he is?
Threatening you with his dog’s feces. What a freak!
You huff to yourself as you stare at the closed door for a moment longer before angrily stomping to the bathroom. You reach for your phone and notice some more notifications from Twitter, which instantly reminds you of what happened earlier today and makes you forget about the interaction with your neighbor just now.
Should you message the account? You totally want to. The owner of the account has posted occasional pictures of his body parts but never his face. No matter what he looks like physically, he’s so fucking attractive for his fantasies and the way he speaks.
You scroll a bit through the account until you see a picture of the account owner’s hand, captioned;
‘For the people who asked for a picture of my hand… Lol.’
With a picture of his veiny hand.
Wow.
Fuck.
Your eyes trail the outline of his fingers, nails, veins, wrist, knuckles. You’d love to have that pulling on your hair. Spanking your asscheek when you bounce back. Wrapped around your throat when you disobey. Slapping your mouth when you yap like you do so well.
Should you just…?
Message him?
Let’s list the outcomes.
1.) Worst case scenario—they brutally reject you.
2.) Average case scenario—they never reply.
3.) Best case scenario—they reply and reciprocate the flirtatious energy.
You could live with any scenario, even the worst one. It’s just a stranger on the internet anyway.
But his private messages must be blowing up. With over 80,000 followers and thousands of likes and comments, you doubt he’d ever even see your message.
Fuck it.
Shoot your shot.
You tap the share button and choose to send the post of his own hand to him in a private message and then you tap the text box to add a few words.
Mind racing with all the things you could say, your thumbs anxiously hover over the keyboard as you contemplate your options.
Then, you start typing before you can even think it through and you hit send without another thought.
Fuck!
You | 6:31PM
(You shared @archurback4me’s tweet with @archurback4me.)
hi could you maybe not share pictures of my new necklace? people might want to steal it
Fuck. You really just implied his hand is a necklace to you, wanting it wrapped around your throat at all times. You crazy bitch.
You stare at your phone a little while longer but nothing changes. You deeply inhale and breathe out a long sigh that carries a pinch of disappointment before ditching your towel and getting into the shower.
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As you get out of the shower, you can’t help but immediately lunge at your phone, the events from before your hour-long shower booming in your mind when you check your Twitter.
Holy shit.
No messages. What a surprise.
You have requested messages but it’s just bots claiming to be sugar daddies, roleplay accounts wanting to act out their fantasies or guys wanting you to rate their hideous penis.
You’re a lost cause.
You groan immaturely as you toss your phone aside, drying your body with a pout on your lips and a slight frown decorating your brows.
Your phone keeps buzzing and your heart threatens to implode within your ribcage, yet every time you check it’s just a notification about your tweet being liked again or some loser in your private messages talking to themselves.
Stop it. You’re like a teenager waiting for a response back from the popular guy at school. Grow up.
You perform your usual routine before getting dressed in a new pyjama set, loving the way the fabric feels against your freshly shaven legs.
You make yourself a late night dinner, eating it by yourself—like a loser—before heading into your room and dropping onto your mattress, plugging your phone into the charger and turning over.
A gentle sigh pushes past your lips as you shut your eyes tightly, enough to make stars appear on the back of your eyelids.
Your phone buzzes again but you decide to ignore it. Sleeping time is precious.
You suppose you’ll check it out in the morning.
Wait.
What if it’s @archurback4me?
You try to ignore your thoughts. You need to sleep.
But you can’t ignore it.
You turn over and immediately reach for your phone, watching as it lights up and your heartbeat stutters in its rhythm when you see it’s a Twitter notification.
You open it up, anxiously biting down on your lip. Fuck, you need to calm down.
It’s a message. Holy shit.
Your thumb hesitates but eventually opens your private messages tab.
@ilikebigbootybitches2 | 12:09AM
Why did you block me lol
For FUCK’s sake. Did that Aaron guy really create a new account to send you another message?
You sink your teeth into your bottom lip to prevent yourself from screaming your head off before locking your phone and turning over again, trying to sleep for real this time.
You should just forget about it at this point.
And you finally, slowly, drift off into a deep slumber, without a single sound coming from your neighbor’s apartment.
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The sunlight peeks through your curtains, causing you to swallow down the curse that’s sitting on the tip of your tongue. You really need to get darker curtains.
You crack your eyelids open and glare at the ceiling, softly sighing as you bring your hands up and rub the sleep out of your eyes. You reach for your phone. Notice a few more notifications from your messages, Instagram and Twitter. You check your messages first. Reply to Jimin’s question about whether he should cut his hair or not. Tell him he looks good either way.
Then you open Instagram, noticing the likes people have left on your story—a picture of you hanging out with Jimin.
And then, with a deep sigh, you open Twitter, scrolling through the hundreds of notifications about your tweet being liked and retweeted. You should’ve muted that damn tweet before going to sleep.
You notice you’ve gotten new private messages and you already hold your heart to not be disappointed.
@cockandballt0rture
1 message
You sigh in annoyance and open to read it.
@cockandballt0rture | 8:43AM
hey cutie
You fight the urge to roll your eyes.
@ilikebigbootybitches2
4 messages
For fuck’s sake. Doesn’t this guy know when to give up? You open the conversation nonetheless.
@ilikebigbootybitches2 | 6:01AM
I didn’t even do anything
I’m sorry if I said something wrong
Yo unblock me bitch
Goodmorning beautiful
What a fucking freak. These were all sent in the span of 2 hours. What a red flag.
Your mood is worsening the more time you spend in your private messages tab.
@archurback4me
2 messages
You’re not even in the mood to keep checking, you just…
Wait.
Holy fucking shit.
Is that…?
It is.
It’s him.
He replied.
A lump forms in your throat and it unleashes a bag of sand all over your tongue, drying out your mouth in the process. Why the hell are you so nervous? Just check the messages!
Average case scenario has been thrown out the window. It’s either brutal rejection or reciprecation.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
Your thumb taps the unread messages and your eyes intently watch as his response is revealed to you.
@archurback4me | 2:12AM
Necklace, huh? Lol. Can’t lie, I like that a lot. That’s a good one.
First time talking to me and you’re already demanding and claiming me? ‘Brat galore’ for sure. Someone needs to teach you some manners, Angel.
Holy shit.
Oh, shit. What the hell?
Why is your heart pounding in your throat? You wanted this.
It’s excitement. With a mixture of anxiety, maybe. Just breathe. You’ve always got good comebacks, make use of them!
Okay, you will. You wanted him to reply and he did. Now, think about what you want to say to make sure this conversation keeps going.
You decide not to answer just yet, it’s barely 10AM. Go wash your face and brush your teeth before you even begin to think about being horny.
You rub your eyes once more and swing your legs off the bed. Damn, you slept well tonight. You actually didn’t hear a thing from next door. You won’t applaud him for it but you’re glad you’ve finally slept undisturbed a whole night.
You freshen up. Make yourself breakfast. Lazily watch TV. You do every and anything to get your mind off of that message. Unfortunately, you're an impatient bitch.
You | 11:16AM
someone needs to teach me manners? i don’t think anyone has the capability to put up with me like that lol. being annoying is like my second nature
You almost want to scream at the amount of strength you use to not cringe at yourself. It’s been too fucking long since you’ve gotten laid. Damn.
You continue to watch TV, satisfied with just having a lazy Sunday.
2 hours in, you’re chewing obnoxiously loud on some Cheetos, chugging back a can of soda as you’re deep into this murder-mystery show, pausing several times to explain your theories verbally at the wall like a fucking loser.
Damn, you need friends.
Your phone buzzes.
You absentmindedly glance at your phone before back at the TV, shoving some more cheese balls into your mouth.
Until the notification registers in your brain.
You almost choke when you lunge at your phone and unlock it.
Twitter notification.
Fuck.
@archurback4me | 1:23PM
Are you challenging me? Lol
Oh.
Yes. Yes, you are.
Would you look desperate if you replied right away?
Man, fuck it! You’re not a high schooler. It’s a Sunday and you have nothing better to do.
Your thumbs dance across your keyboard as you type in your message and send it.
You | 1:24PM
that depends. do you like to be challenged?
You return your attention to your TV, fighting so hard not to glance at your phone.
It’s easier when you remember it takes him a while to respond anyway, so no need to—
Your phone buzzes.
You immediately lunge at your phone as if his message contains an acceptance letter from Harvard Law.
@archurback4me | 1:27PM
Who doesn’t like to prove others wrong? Especially when the others in question are brats that love to run their mouth lol
Why are you getting horny over some random text? Get yourself together.
You | 1:28PM
and how would mr. smartass know i’m a brat that loves to run her mouth?
@archurback4me | 1:28PM
Aside from you literally just proving my point by talking to me like this and your username being @bratgaIore?
Scrolled through your account a bit. Your captions tell me everything I need to know lol
Nice panties btw
Nice panties?
But you didn’t send him any photos of your…
Holy shit.
He scrolled far enough on your account to find the one indecent picture you posted months ago, a photo of you bent over in the mirror with your perky ass in the air, showcasing the small patch of slick that had leaked from your pussy, through the baby blue colored fabric.
Your face isn’t even in the picture nor are there any recognizable features but publishing photos of yourself on your porn account makes you nervous so you try to avoid it at all costs.
So, why the hell do you find yourself digging up the blue panties from the picture in your drawers right now? Stop!
What are you even doing?
You | 1:35PM
panties?
oh you mean these?
(You sent a photo.)
You can’t believe you just sent him a photo of you on your knees, camera placed behind you, angled at your ass with only the panties covering your buttcheeks and a slightly arched back. What the hell is wrong with you?
He didn’t even have to say or ask anything, you really just did that on your own accord. Are you insane? Since when do you do stuff like this?
@archurback4me | 1:37PM
Lmfao
Fuck lol yeah those
You’re fine as fuck lol
Did you take that just now? For me?
Fuck. Is it that obvious? Now you seem desperate.
You | 1:38PM
you wish
@archurback4me | 1:40PM
Lol. Barely exchanged 5 messages and you’re already driving me up the fucking wall
You | 1:41PM
i already told you no one can put up w me and i take pride in that 🫶
@archurback4me | 1:44PM
Oh, I’m not saying I can’t handle that smart mouth of yours
I’m saying I wanna fuck the shit out you lmao
Oh.
Okay.
Why are your thighs clenching and why is your pussy tingling?
You | 1:45PM
you think i’d let you?
@archurback4me | 1:47PM
You’d beg me babe
Fuck. He’s so fucking cocky. You can’t help but love everything he’s saying.
You | 1:48PM
you sound confident
@archurback4me | 1:48PM
I am. Are you chickening out after all that spewing?
You | 1:49PM
as if
He doesn’t respond for another while so you check his account. He has a new tweet.
‘I’m so fucking hard. Lol’
11 RTs. 54 likes.
Oh. Okay. That’s cool.
@archurback4me | 1:51PM
So, you agree that you’d let me?
You | 1:51PM
aren’t you being a little too cocky?
@archurback4me | 1:53PM
Lmfao
Don’t you like it?
Fuck. You do. You really do.
You | 1:54PM
maybe
but only because i’m cocky too
@archurback4me | 1:55PM
Yeah lol I can tell
And I’ll fuck it right out of you. Dumb girl
Ah, shit. He’s really getting to you.
You | 1:55PM
ur the dumb one 😒
@archurback4me | 1:57PM
Sure I am
For letting you run your mouth like this and not being able to show you the consequences
Already starting to piss me off
You | 1:58PM
good. i enjoy pissing men off. y’all don’t deserve to smile
@archurback4me | 2:00PM
LMAO
Ok you made me laugh
Only makes me wanna fuck your face more though
You | 2:02PM
but you won’t so there’s really no need to talk big game
@archurback4me | 2:03PM
Lmao
You | 2:03PM
what’s so funny i wanna laugh too
@archurback4me | 2:04PM
Nothing
I’m laughing ‘cause I don’t think anyone’s ever been able to piss me off solely through DMs before
You | 2:05PM
yeah well i’m not gonna keep repeating myself
@archurback4me | 2:07PM
Trust I’ll fuck the shit out of you one day. Dumb brat. Make you drool all over my dick like you’re fucking stupid
Damn. Damn. DAMN. You’ve never folded this easily over some sexts, what is he doing to you?
You | 2:09PM
and that day won’t be anytime soon so i’ll say whatever the hell i want in the meantime 😝
@archurback4me | 2:10PM
Lmao
Right
Are you alone right now?
You | 2:12PM
yep
why
@archurback4me | 2:12PM
No reason
Just been thinking about those panties since you showed them
You | 2:13PM
oh these?
(You sent a photo.)
You know you’re petty for sending him a picture of your middle finger but you couldn’t help it. Chipped nail polish that you intend to rid yourself of today. Golden bracelet decorating your wrist. A corner of your TV in the background.
@archurback4me | 2:14PM
LMAOOOOO
Mannnn
I was excited too
You | 2:16PM
tell you what
i’ll give you another glimpse if you can prove your latest tweet to me
@archurback4me | 2:17PM
My latest tweet?
You | 2:17PM
yep
@archurback4me | 2:18PM
Ah. I see. Lol.
You don’t reply just yet, waiting to see if he takes you up on your offer. Or compromise, whatever you want to call it.
A few minutes of no interaction go by and you can only assume he might actually be doing it.
Then, your phone buzzes.
@archurback4me | 2:22PM
(🕷️🥀 sent a photo.)
Another lump forms in your throat as you tap the message, allowing it to show you the photo he sent you.
And holy fucking shit.
Low angle. Veiny hand gripping his massive boner through his grey sweatpants. Tank top lifted to his belly button. Happy trail leading down his toned abs and disappearing under the hem of his sweats.
@archurback4me | 2:22PM
Satisfied?
Fuck, you can’t even put into words how hot this is right now. You stare at the photo for a few minutes, your poor bottom lip swollen from how hard you’ve been chewing and sucking on it.
You immediately spread your legs, aiming your front camera right at your sex from a low angle—whilst making sure to keep your face out of it—and capturing the big wet patch on your pussy that proves your arousal at this moment.
You | 2:25PM
(You sent a photo.)
does this answer your question?
@archurback4me | 2:27PM
Damn you’re so
Lmao.
Lmfaooooiwannafuckyousobadooooo
You that wet from being called a dumb girl?
You | 2:27PM
LMAOOOO
but no. i’m that wet from pissing you off. dumbass
@archurback4me | 2:28PM
Yeah, you’re doing a great job at it.
But that’s okay
It’s great even. Keep running your mouth
You | 2:28PM
yeah?
@archurback4me | 2:28PM
Absolutely
Gonna be that much sweeter when I fuck you silly and you’re just gonna be a dumb cock hungry whore swearing you didn’t mean to say all that
You | 2:29PM
then you clearly don’t know me that well
@archurback4me | 2:30PM
You’re right I don’t
Tell me a bit about yourself, angel
Oh, shit. What do you tell him? How much do you say? How much do you keep private? You’ve never gotten to this stage in sexting, it’s usually just horrible questions about what you’re wearing and whether you’re wet. It’s never gotten to a personal stage before.
You | 2:32PM
hmm what do you wanna know?
@archurback4me | 2:33PM
Everything, princess. I’m a bit intrigued
I’d like to know all about you
Do you work? Study? What brings you to this side of Twitter?
Oh, that’s… surprising. You’d think he rarely gives the people in his DMs the time of day, you wonder what he finds intriguing about you. Is it really just the fact that you can get him so worked up without having to do much more than put your annoying mouth to use?
Maybe he has the same problems as you, boring fucking people in your DMs and now someone has come along that piques your interest. You’re relieved you piqued his interest as much as he did yours. Well, maybe not as much but enough to ask you about your personal life.
You | 2:35PM
i don’t really work or study. i have a degree in social work and my parents are currently in the process of building a school so i’ll be working there once it’s finished
and i came to this side of twitter because i’m horny as fuck lol
@archurback4me | 2:37PM
Ah, interesting
And yeah… I suppose that was a dumb question lol
You | 2:39PM
just now realizing that ur dumb? lol
@archurback4me | 2:39PM
Lol
Don’t piss me off
You ok w being called a slut and stuff right? I’ve seen you tweet about it before but still wanna make sure
You | 2:39PM
yeah i like it a lot when done right. thanks for making sure
@archurback4me | 2:40PM
No need to thank me for that
Is Angel your name?
You | 2:40PM
you can call me angel
@archurback4me | 2:40PM
I can but it doesn’t make sense to me
You | 2:40PM
wdym?
@archurback4me | 2:41PM
I mean that you’re a fucking brat and nowhere near angelic
You | 2:42PM
lol
well now i hope it stings you every time you call me angel
@archurback4me | 2:43PM
Lol
You’ve made me so fucking hard
I can’t stand you
You | 2:43PM
lol
ur a bit easy
@archurback4me | 2:43PM
Coming from miss idk-you-but-don’t-spread-pics-of-my-necklace-aka-your-hand
You roll your eyes and chuckle, moving your camera downwards and recording as you push your panties to the side. You drag your finger up your wet slit and slowly pull it away, showing the camera just how wet you are when the string of slick stays connected to your fingers as you pull them away from your sex.
You rewatch the video a few times, eyes glued to the way your fingers slide your panties to the side to reveal your bare pussy to the camera. With your pussy glistening under the sunlight, it looks quite mesmerizing. Your teeth pick at the inside of your cheek as you add it to your message.
You | 2:48PM
lol touché
but i never said i wasn’t easy
look where it’s got me
(You sent a video.)
The jolt of electricity traveling up your spine can only be described as your heart skipping a beat. You can’t believe you just did that. Sure, you’ve sent inappropriate photos before, but you’ve never actually sent anyone nudes. Not anyone that wasn’t your romantic partner, at least.
You watch in silence as the typing bubble pops up and then disappears. Fuck. You wonder what he wants to say.
Several minutes pass. Shit, did you overstep?
You get up from your couch to get yourself a cold drink in hopes it’ll cool you down but after chugging the entire can of soda, you realize nothing is going to help you right now.
Fuck. Why are you panicking? Calm down. He’s just–
Your phone buzzes.
@archurback4me | 2:58PM
(🕷️🥀 sent a video.)
@archurback4me reacted to your video with ‘❤️’!
Holy shit.
Holy fucking shit.
He’s full on stroking his rock hard dick, precum oozing from the tip, shaft wet and lubed up. Fuck. It’s so fucking hot.
You can’t help yourself as you jog to your room, jumping onto your bed and ditching your panties as you do.
You start pumping your fingers into your drenched pussy while watching the video, your own touch not doing enough for you. You wish he was here, ready to pound you for hours on end.
You click the voice memo option and hit record, holding your phone near your pussy as you start deliberately fucking your fingers into your sex faster to create the loud squelching sound as you try to keep yourself from moaning in the background but to no avail, you’re pretty sure a few faint moans can be heard in the voice memo but you don’t care. You’re so fucking turned on and it’s his fault.
Your thumb trembles as it hovers over your keyboard but just as quickly, your thumb slams down on the send button and you toss your phone to the side.
Ugh, what an odd feeling. This is weird.
Your teeth anxiously go on a rampage by tearing the loose flesh around your nails clean off your fingers as you await his response. He probably has multiple people in his DMs sending him these types of things, why would yours stand out?
But just like clockwork, your phone buzzes.
@archurback4me | 3:09PM
Are you trying to fucking kill me
What the fuck
You | 3:10PM
just now realizing that?
ur not very bright are you
@archurback4me | 3:10PM
Lmao
You’re gonna regret talking this much shit
You | 3:11PM
threatening me with a good time?
surely you can do better than that
@archurback4me | 3:11PM
Lmfaoooo
I’m looking forward to fucking all that brattiness out of you
Corrupt you and use you as I please
Dumb fucking girl
You | 3:11PM
me too
but unfortunately ur all talk no action
@archurback4me | 3:12PM
LMAOOO you’re actually pissing me off
Gonna be thinking about you whenever I’m fucking someone now
And it’s all your fault
You | 3:12PM
LOLLLL
good
you should be thinking about me
@archurback4me | 3:12PM
Lol
Of course you would say that
Brat
You | 3:12PM
sorry
can’t help it if you make me feel special
@archurback4me | 3:13PM
How am I making you feel special
You | 3:13PM
telling me no one has ever pissed you off like this and we’ve just started talking
i told you i take pride in that
@archurback4me | 3:14PM
For fucks sake
You’re so annoying
Kinda reminds me of someone I know
You | 3:15PM
lol hope they’re sexy like me
yes i quite literally told you that all the way at the start
@archurback4me | 3:15PM
Lol
But people say it often
But they don’t turn out to be annoying like they claim
Just loud and boring
You actually being annoying makes me wanna literally fuck it out of you lol
You | 3:15PM
now you’ve got me giggling
@archurback4me | 3:15PM
You like the idea of being fucked to the point of breaking, right?
Apologizing for running your mouth while you’re sobbing and drooling all over me and your pillows
Like a proper stupid girl
You | 3:16PM
sounds like a dream come true
but it won’t happen so
@archurback4me | 3:17PM
I’m a freelancer so I’m usually free but my schedule is always full around this time of year
We can meet in a few weeks if you’re up for it. I’ll fly out to wherever you want me to
You | 3:16PM
interesting
what do you do for work?
if ur ok w sharing
@archurback4me | 3:16PM
Photographer
You | 3:16PM
ouuuu
gonna take pics of me when you’ve ruined me properly?
@archurback4me | 3:17PM
If you allow me
You | 3:17PM
hmm
okay
deal
@archurback4me | 3:18PM
Finally not a smartass answer
You | 3:18PM
ur right 🤔
lemme change that real quick
shut up freak
Suddenly, he types and then stops. It makes you wonder whether you said something wrong. You keep rereading your last few messages. Did you?
@archurback4me | 3:22PM
Infuriating little brat
Pissing me off
Anyway
I’m gonna go walk my dog but thanks to you I have to go fuck my hand first
Don’t miss me too much
I’ll talk to you later. x
You | 3:22PM
okay
send me a vid of you fucking my necklace
aka a vid of you masturbating
lol jkjk
i’ll try not to miss you
@archurback4me | 3:23PM
Lmaooo
Oh? 2 non-smartass answers back to back
You’re already breaking for me and I haven’t done anything
You | 3:24PM
piss off loser
go walk your dog
@archurback4me | 3:25PM
Watch your mouth Angel
I will
Talk to you later
You | 3:26PM
sorry sir
baiii
You put your phone down and can’t help but smile widely, lips twitching at its corners as you try to stop yourself from getting…too excited.
Because then it dawns on you.
You still don’t know his name.
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