#all I can say is if you're attracted to them I'm sorry. they're a fuckboy (gender neutral)

[bonesif]

You were great once. You were prideful and skillful and cruel. You still are these things, you think.

And maybe you can successfully drink and laugh and flirt and chase your pain away. But the person that you were grips your jaw and demands attention. You have no title to hide behind, no way to look away. You wouldn't deserve to.

They told you that you'd be great. It's time to face that you were never good.

Enter commander Emery Belrai, the gilded gorgon.

[ from @exilethegame ]

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 7: in the club

kard 2.1k words female reader insert Reader x Matthew Kim (BM) x Kim Taehyung (J.Seph) NSFW

🖤 warnings: semi-public sex, penetrative sex (f receiving), getting it on w/ ur homeboy, threesome~ 🖤

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Eventually, one of them will give up.

It's worked out like that the one or two other times you've been pursued by more than one person in the club. At some point, one of them sees you with another and gives up. Easier than ghosting, less confrontational than trying to explain that you found someone else. Problems take care of themselves, in this context.

So you enjoy the attention of both men, one on each side of the crowded club.

The first man is a playful, solid-built guy with clear features and a pervasive air of shyness, despite how bold he's being with you. His ears and neck drip silver jewelry, and his denim-on-denim is distressed black fabric from his fashion cap to his designer sneakers.

He dances with you, a gracious amount of space between his body and yours even as his fingers sneak into your back pocket, and he doesn't say much. You like him, though, as much as you can like a random guy in the club.

You think you'll be going home with him, until you cross the club to find one of the friends you came here with, and your attention is caught all over again.

The second man is huge, tall and broad and masculine, dressed in loose leather pants and a plaid shirt over a tank top that hides nothing of his chiseled physique. He talks an awful lot, slang and bad jokes and insistence that he buy you a fresh drink - right into your hand from the bartender, safe and respectful - and then hold it so that no one fucks with it.

He's class-clown attractive, fuckboy attractive, but he's so sweet and earnest that you wonder how he was given a Doberman face with a golden retriever soul.

They're both excellent options, so you don't really care which one ends up scaring off the other. It'll take care of itself.

You weave your way back across the packed dancefloor, back to Cap Guy from Tall Guy. Cap Guy is right where you left him, leaning against the wall, sipping from a half-empty beer.

If this next set doesn't have a song that you like, you might just ask him back to your place right away instead of heading back out to dance. You're getting kind of tired, and you could really use a night like this.

But as you reach Cap Guy, a hand on your shoulder lets you know that you've been operating with unfortunate tunnel vision.

You did not notice that Tall Guy has been following you.

And here he is, right behind you, looking clean over your head at Cap Guy.

They're looking at each other with an expression that you can't begin to understand, something like understanding but also a twinge of what you swear is humor. Cap Guy is nearly grinning.

"I..." you start, unsure if talking will help but unable to stop yourself. "I'm-"

But Tall Guy cuts you off. "Dude."

He surged forward and meets Cap Guy's outstretched hand in a high-five so resounding that you can hear the slap of it over the bumping club music.

"Wondered where you'd been all night, bro, this is nuts," says Tall Guy.

"Should've known," Cap Guy replies.

"You two...know each other, then," you say weakly.

Tall Guy leans fully on Cap Guy's shoulder, comfy and relaxed. "Sephy is, like, my best fuckin' friend."

They're best friends.

"You have good taste, no lie," he adds.

They don't seem mad, which is a relief. You wouldn't want two big guys pissed at you for two-timing them. But you're still in for an awkward departure, here. So much for problems fixing themselves.

"Still," you say, forcing as natural a laugh as you can, "Still, a little weird. Sorry."

Tall Guy looks at Cap Guy - Sephy? "Weird? S'it weird?"

"I should be heading home soon, anyway," you excuse.

Hopefully they'll give you the graceful out, and not make a scene about the fact that you've been-

"Home? Already?" asks Cap Guy.

"Yeah, yeah, my friend was looking a little drunk, and-"

"Means you don't wanna have any more fun with us?" Tall Guy asks.

"Us?" you echo, nonplussed.

"Unless you're not down for that," says Cap Guy.

"Us, like..." you point back and forth between the two of them.

Cap Guy nods. Tall Guy is just watching you, tongue poking between his teeth in a dangerous grin.

You're dumbfounded, which means honesty falls right out of your mouth. "I did not think that would be an option."

Tall Guy laughs. "C'mon. I know a place."

He charges off, cutting a clean path through the clubgoers with his significant height. Cap Guy shakes his head, and leans into you, a gentle hand urging you forward after his friend.

"Matt is just like that," he says. "If you're down, though, he does kind of know a place."

"Matt," you repeat.

"Matthew. Or Matt. And you can call me Seph."

They sound like codenames or something, fake names, but you're not about to press them about it.

Matt weaves his way around one of the large circular platforms around the dancefloor, the last one before the dark hallway that leads to the bathrooms and back of house. There are two gorgeous go-go dancers on the platform, young women in complimentary outfits and dark makeup, and as Matt passes, he reaches upward. One of the girls, all shaggy hair and long dagger nails, looks at him, looks at you following behind him, and daps him up.

"Don't make a mess!" she yells, deep voice carrying from her podium.

The other girl, a vision in a tiny skirt, rolls her eyes and waves at Seph as he leads you past.

"Friends of ours," Seph tells you needlessly. "They work here, so no worries about getting...interrupted."

You wonder what you've just gotten yourself into.

'Knowing a place' turns out to be something more like 'being aware of the employee lounge.'

That's what it looks like, at least; a closet-sized room with a mini fridge, a half-broken neon sign with beer logo on it, and a busted couch. Two sets of handbags and cosmetic pouches and spare clothes on a table to one side suggest that maybe those two go-go dancers use this room. It explains the demand not to make a mess, anyway.

"S'okay with you, right?" Matthew checks again, as you tentatively step into the little room.

"What? This?"

"Yeah. We ain't about to pressure you into nothing."

The atmosphere is tense, loaded. This room is right next to the bathroom, right down a very short hall from the dancefloor. The music is still loud in here, thumping bass through the walls and the same kind of hazy air as in the rest of the place. It's dark, it's just slightly too warm, and it's so small that you're already pressed to Seph's side.

It's new. It's exciting.

Not to mention that both of these guys are so incredibly hot, you don't quite understand how you got both of them in here with you.

"Yeah, I'm good," you say.

Matt grins again. "Then what're we waitin' for?"

You expect him to make the first move, considering the difference between his personality and Seph's, but you're mistaken.

No, it's Seph who has the door slammed shut and your back pressed to it in an instant, one of his arms propped over your head and the other holding you by the chin, strong hands but gentle grip. He's completely blocking your view of Matt, which is just as well. A hand sneaks over and takes the cap off Seph's head, revealing messy brown hair that falls into his eyes.

Better for you. Nothing in your way, as Seph tilts your chin up and kisses you, firm and certain but still so gentle.

When he pulls back, you can see Matthew again, looming, wearing the cap backwards over his bright blue hair. He looks far too pleased with the scene in front of him, and suddenly you're self-conscious, ducking forward to hide your face in Seph's collarbone.

Music still shakes the walls, the beat quick and loud. Maybe reggaeton.

"Still good?" Seph asks.

You feel the question in his chest as you hear it, something reassuring to the solidness of him, and despite your nerves, you answer, "Yeah."

"Good."

He turns the two of you around just for more hands to catch you, Matt's grip firm on your waist, guiding you one, two, three steps back before he sits heavily on the couch. You follow him down, and his ridiculous height and musculature means that he has you arranged just right, straddling his lap, before you even know it.

You can't help but consider that their comfort comes from experience.

How often do they do things like this?

You voice that question, tentative under Matt's intense gaze, and he laughs. "'S' happened. Y'know. Whenever it seems like a good time."

Unhelpful.

"What's a broship if you haven't seen each other naked, anyway?" Seph adds, and Matt laughs again.

"Speakin' of..."

A brow quirked, he goes for the hem of your top, and it's with a few words of encouragement and a brief retreat to be able to wrestle buttons and zippers that you find yourself stripped to your underwear and back on his strong lap.

"This isn't seeing each other naked," you point out, when your senses return.

Both of them, the one beneath you and the one hovering within reach, are both still fully clothed, and it makes you a little self-conscious.

Matthew nods. "You're so right."

He takes Seph's denim jacket by the back collar and yanks it down his arms unceremoniously, far cry from the way he's handling you. Seph shrugs the garment off, nonplussed.

It's taken in turns from there. Matt's flannel shirt, the undone belt and popped button on Seph's jeans. Your bra, leaving you still the most exposed by far. Matt's pants, finally, but amusingly, not his tank top. Your panties.

"Still only me," you complain again, when you're fully nude in the thick air of the lounge.

Grinning, jostling you on his lap so that you can feel the shape of his hard-on against your thigh, Matt takes Seph's cap off his own head and puts it on you, instead.

"There."

Maybe it's the sweet, silly gesture, or maybe it's how Seph's expression changes just a little bit into something hungry and fond, but suddenly, you're not nervous anymore. It's your turn.

Back against the door you go, standing, pulling Seph close, and guiding him to press you against the thin wood.

"I wanted you, first, anyway," you tease, loudly enough that Matt protests from back on the couch.

A glance proves that he's not bothered in the slightest, though, lounging just how you'd left him, hand dipping into the waistband of his boxers.

The cap doesn't fit well, but Seph adjusts it on your head anyway as he tugs his jeans down - not off, but down just enough...

As he's sliding home - an easy slide, too, you've been worked up for ages, hours - with one hand holding your thigh up over his hip and the other bracing himself against the door so that his weight pins you there, half-suspended, it happens.

The doorknob turns, fruitlessly, since there's a fair bit in the way of it opening.

The music is still pounding outside, the quick eight-count of what is most definitely reggaeton, but much closer than that, you can hear a woman's voice.

"I wouldn't if I were you," Matt calls.

The doorknob stops moving.

"You're not serious. In my club?" the girl on the other side complains.

"So serious," Seph adds.

There's a noise, maybe a scoff, maybe a gasp, at how close his voice is.

"We're busy, Minny, take your break later," says Matt.

"Busy," she said, venomous, the voice of an exasperated sibling.

All the while, of course, Seph has been pumping into you shallowly. Torturous, in your opinion. Extremely unfair. You'd prefer not to embarrass yourself right now, but he's leaving you without many options.

"Tell her," Seph says, and after a second, you realize he's looking at you, talking to you.

You blink at him.

"Tell her how busy."

It doesn't even cross your mind to say no.

No, instead, you try. "We're a - a little b- ah!"

The last part is a garbled moan, too loud and half-swallowed at the same time. It's Seph's fault, a well-timed, deep-and-dirty grind into you, pelvis against your clit for just a second, and you really can't help it. You hear the girl on the other side of the door sigh, resigned.

"Come to the bar when you're done. Drinks are on the house, for dealing with these two." With the way that Seph is all but holding you up now that your legs threaten to give out, the way that Matt is standing now, watching with unabashed hunger in his face, you think you're definitely going to take her up on that.

[tim-hoe-wan]

(Before I start yes I'm just a casual fan of harry) I think the issue of harries is that they thought you're going to say that harry has no interest in women and like that he's forcing himself into hooking up with them to escape from his sexuality and secretly hate women haha, so that's why he never committed to the women who were he likely dated bc he didn't actually attracted to them, and they also say he's very hot man. Anything else than admit that he's just a credited fuckboy who can't be loyal 💋👍🏽

Also I believe harries insanely project into him, from their own attraction to only gender, to imaginary perfect prince charming who loves his one and only princess. I wonder if they ever notice their weird behaviors? Becoz they blame to one another about projecting on him. When they're both wrong anyway!!

I too have to blame his team to making him a blanket state AND ☆internet boyfriend☆

That's why you will always see: why he doesn't date a guy? Why he doesn't date a girl in 2000s? Why he doesn't date a black? Why he doesn't date a plus size? Why he doesn't date a granny? Why he doesn't date a south American? Why he doesn't date normie? Why he doesn't date a hamster? Why he doesn't date an Asian? ..... trust me I'm Asian, I would never appreciate it if he dates my people like that's a part of his job; He own people nothing. His fans are so invested in his Personal&Dating life that his team should be ashamed of themselves, if he didn't have Gp's support, he would be 100% bigger flop than other dudes in 1d. I hope his team changes the promating antics and shift the focus on his Music career. Sorry it was too long, I'm annoyed I only want to hear about his music and see his live shows

I don’t even want to learn anything further from harries. I am exclusively only listening to my circle about the deal with Harry. Before all this tumblr anons I always just graze over the Harry topic. My only statement will be:

Every LA and London highstreet girlie knows he’s been with men and women. That means he isn’t forced to date women, that also means he can be into men at the same time.

My friends have been almost totally unanimous haylor and holivia were mostly or pure pr

No matter how much hate you send me, same people confirmed hendall dated

Even if I show you unseen photos throughout the years of Harry and whomever (which I have not saved cause those really are just for the gc), you guys already believe what you want to believe end of day. It’s not even about theorizing, you guys take your opinion as facts and get mad at me if I don’t agree with your version of reality.

I am not his fan. And I don’t care end of day what he chooses to do in his private time.