❝Allow me to get in between your legs and tell each of your children how much of a good dad you are.❞
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Men who are younger than you? No. Men who are older than you? Maybe. A former fuckboy who is now a single father of two, has intense prejudice...
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I sighed as I sent the commission piece to the client. I smiled, opening up the commission again was not a bad idea. I was at least getting some money. Sure I was still broke and didn't have enough money to pay the upcoming rent but let's see the positive side.
Positive. Be positive. Be fucking positive.
I stood up after putting my phone away and stretched my body. My eyes fell on the digital clock on my nightstand. It was 3 in the morning. I still need to post something on my lategram so it would boost my algorithm and reach. I need new people to come across my profile as much as possible, because if it led me to have even one commission— it's a lot. I would be grateful for that.
The problem is, I don't know what to draw. There are so many things out there, and out of so many I've drawn so many things. Miguel, Ghostface, Ghostface Miguel, Nanami, Toji, Gojo, Geto, Depressed Geto, Cult leader Geto, Choso, Sakuna— at this point I don't know why I'm not famous. Yeah, sure, skills matter. But believe me, I've been doing digital art for 6 years, and at this point I can say my skills are pretty good.
I sighed, and walked out of my room, I've been in my room for hours. Ever since I talked with J I've locked myself in my cocoon and refuse to face Jimin. Not after what he confessed to his friend that he suddenly started to find his paying guest hot.
Both happened to be me, but that dense man is unaware of that.
Good for me. Easy for me.
Avoiding is the easiest thing I've ever done. All I've done is avoid Park Jimin at all costs. Only come out of my room when he's at work or at night. Don't talk to him, don't wear any revealing clothes in front of him, don't show your face to him.
Have as little interaction as possible.
The only possible solution to the problem I've created for myself.
I should have blocked him when I first found out that J is Jimin. If I'd have done that, we wouldn't have these stupid thoughts about each other.
“Imagine her legs around my waist?” I mumbled the message he sent me. “What kind of outrageous thoughts swirl in his head?” I shook my head as I walked to the kitchen— but stopped in the middle when I imagined it.
My legs around his waist. Pulling him closer as he fuck me hard— stop. Just stop.
I shook my head, trying to get these thoughts out of my head. It's so outrageous, and so risky. So dirty.
My nails scratching his bare back as he bite the soft skin of neck while moving his hips at a fast pace. So rough. The way my head would hit the headboard because how deep he fuck me, it would be so unbareable that I would have to bit my lips to conceal those moans which would escape my mouth, no matter how hard I would try to control them.
I slapped myself hard. I needed that slap to bring me back to the real world. Infact, I need to slap myself everytime I think about him like this. So unreal.
