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Le maschere della commedia dell’arte

ARLECCHINA

La versione femminile di Arlecchino, di cui spesso ha il ruolo di moglie furba e maliziosa.

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The masks of the commedia dell’arte

ARLECCHINA

The female version of Arlecchino, of which she often plays the role of sly and mischievous wife.

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Day 6: Sweater Paws

Female!Reader x Jimin

Fluff and smut | Rating: Lemon

Warnings: Semi public, vibrator, female receiving oral, d/s dynamics, food mentions, thigh riding, teasing, cuteness, plot twist

Warm sweater paws cover two hands holding each other tightly in a city lit up in silver and amber lights. That of a kind girl who had no idea she’d be in this situation just three months ago when she offered her ears and emergency tissue pack to a lost and sobbing idol. She would’ve helped him no matter his level of fame since she believed him to be one of the many homeless young adults in Seoul’s fall covered streets.

Connections grew quickly in the form of secret meetings and even more secret hickeys. Though, that wasn’t the focus of now. Today was Christmas and one of the most lucrative Couples’ Holidays in South Korea as mostly those who were in pairs travelled the streets today. Sunlight sparkled on the frosted sidewalks and snow covered grassy areas.

“Jagiya, make sure to wear your scarf properly.” Park Jimin said with kind eyes and a soft grin, stopping your travels to pull up a soft mint colored fleece scarf that had been wrapped around cheeks to keep the cold out.

Nimble fingers shook free of the cotton knit sweater covering his hands to tug at the top of the winter fabric and made sure it rested on the top of your nose.

“I don’t want you getting sick, so you have to stay as warm as possible. I will do the same.” He said, pulling up his own pink fleece and then returning his hands to the oversized sleeve.

Hot and happy cheeks moved with a nodding head, “Ok, oppa. I will.” You loved him more than anything in the world even with knowing each other for such a short time.

Hands covered in matching mittens found each other once more as the Christmas outing continued. A café was first where hot cocoa and coffee were mixed in a delicious balance and swirled with a rather large peppermint stick. Glances were shared back and forth, giddy and excited to have this time together.

It was a very unpopular section of the big city, making masks easy to take off. People had speculated about the BTS fairy to be dating someone, but cold never pinpoint who it was with. Most were sure it was one of the hair stylists or an interviewer. Not some random chick who suddenly paused in the middle of the sidewalk, asking him to slow down as she clutched his arm.

He giggled at how cute you were and pulled you into the snow covered playground were the two made snow angels and threw snowballs at each other before the realization hit…warmth spread throughout your cheeks as she noticed people looking at them. Most likely in awe of how cute they were being in the snowy scene, but she couldn’t help worry that they knew.

“My fingers are getting cold, oppa.” You said to your loving boyfriend who was keeping a close eye on you since you dropped the snowball in your hand instead of pegging him with it.

So he sought out warmth for his love in the form of a street vendor’s cup of soup. Red soup held a variety of vegetables and squishy rice cakes to be sipped in order to heat the body from the inside out, hopefully not staining the pastel scarves that were in season this year. Your hands still shook out of shyness and glances felt like they lingered too long and were too desperate.

Jimin nuzzled up next to your cheek and smiled at how you jumped slightly, but he told you not to drop the cup. You wouldn’t want to make a mess for the vendor, would you ? A shake of the head, a few more sips, and the sunset came rather quickly.

Your legs were tired, but the couple rarely spent this much time together. Both of you were so very determined to make it last. As it got darker, every light came on. Red and green and white. Rainbows brightened up almost every store front as confident and curious feet walked towards a light show. At the location, there was still a half hour until it began, so Jimin pushed back his hair and suggested you two go through the lit up archways designated to have pictures taken in front of them, for lovers and friends to meander and look at the different Christmas light creations made for the season.

The couple walked slowly, taking your time to point and talk about what they liked the most, sometimes noticing if a light was out, breaking the dazzling display for just a moment.

As the show began, Park Jimin held you tightly in front, making sure his touches were not too mature in case there was a child about with their parents and yet still doing enough to make your legs weak. Your breath got heavy at his teasing caresses and you wanted to close your eyes in order to revel in the moment a bit more.

“Why are you closing your eyes, jagiya? The light show is there.” A falsely innocent chuckle came from his throat as hands stayed still around your waist, no longer moving.

Slightly teary eyes looked up at him with a needy gaze, only getting a smile in return that reached his eyes. The night wasn’t over, yet.

Jimin still wanted to build a snowman in the park, using found rocks for eyes and mouth. A set of discarded chopsticks turned into walrus like teeth, bringing a sense of humor to the piece. He noticed you had stopped moving again, simply clutching at the coat he had gotten you with vigor.

His hand grabbed your’s, “Is it too much?”

“N-no.” You panted out. “No, not at, not at all. I just think.” You shook your head and smiled, “I’m hungry again, oppa. Let’s go eat.”

Since it was already quite cold out, the couple decided to share a warm fish bun filled with white bean paste that had been dyed green for the season. The addition of half red beans completed the jolly insides. Selfies were taken of the most coupley poses. Smiles on both of your faces and in your hearts as you sat on a warmed bench.

Jimin then stood up to throw the packaging into the recycling bin before returning to you biting your lip and trying to focus, although it was hard to do. Instinctively, you put your legs tightly together and covered your mouth with your hand as lids bolted shut for the next 30 seconds.

Your darling boyfriend then whispered into your ear once you regained your senses, “That was way too cute. I think it’s time to go home, now.”

His hand reached out to yours as you nodded, holding it and standing on wobbly legs. There was no choice for you but to lean on him the whole time he drove you two back to your apartment.

The idol took off your jacket for you, followed by shoes, then socks. The sweater you were wearing was thrown on the back of the chair at the kitchen table.

“Show me.” Came the simple order once he was sat on the gray couch, still completely dressed while you were only in your bottoms and bra.

Taking off the bottoms, it was clear to see the glistening mess on your thighs that had been dripping the entire day. Jimin took out his phone and began to swipe his thumb upwards. Now inside, you could let out your moan as it ripped through you, no strength left in your body, you fell on your knees, legs spread with hands clawing at the carpet in front of you, knowing he’d deny you what you had been waiting for all day if you touched yourself.

“Come here.”

But you couldn’t. It was too hard and felt too good.

A serious head tilt, “Don’t make me repeat myself, jagi~”

Mustering every ounce of energy you had remaining, you pulled yourself up and walked towards him, spreading your legs the way he liked. His finger went into the neon pink hole and pulled out the thick bullet vibrator which had been going off inside you the entire time during your outing.

“Oppa, I’m gonna--!”

Small hands pulled your front to his mouth, allowing him to drink up your orgasm. You had cum several times today, not being able to walk or move an inch as it washed over your body. Most of you hoped that no one would see or notice that you were experiencing mind melting orgasms in public.

Just while you were shaping snowballs, he would turn the vibration on. In the middle of eating, he’d turn it higher and tell you not to drop the soup cup in your shock of sudden intense vibration. Even when he was just throwing away an empty container that formally held Christmas fish bread, he had put it up so high that you couldn’t help but climax on a park bench.

You knew you were being too loud, but you couldn’t help it, “O...oppa, oppa~~~!!!”

You felt your body get lower and your head rested on his shoulder while your legs straddled a thick thigh. The only thing you could see was your apartment through tears of pleasure and exhaustion.

Jimin rubbed your back while patiently crooning, “You did so well, Y/N. I’m so proud of you. Y/N made me so proud.”

You nuzzled your face into his sweater, “Did I really?”

“Of course you did, Y/N. Oppa’s very proud of you. This was the best Christmas ever.”

You giggled and then looked at his face, “What about part two?”

“What’s part two?” He asked, puzzled until you began to rub your still dripping pussy against his leg. “Are you sure you have enough energy for part two?”

“I have enough energy for whatever you want me to do, oppa.” You replied with glittering eyes before kissing him deeply, tasting every part of his mouth and your own liquid as well. “Merry Christmas, oppa.”

He flipped you onto the couch and thrust himself inside of you without hesitation, “Merry Christmas, jagi.” Jimin growled before riding you for the rest of the night.

You couldn’t wait to do this to him on New Year’s.

[beachypeasysandy]

If Trev was a house, it would be that one. Crazy, when you think about the fact that he didn’t even build it. Someone else had several years before, knocking down a colonial house and replacing it with the out of place cement one. It was like they knew Trev was going to move there, built it for him, and then waited for him to come along and buy it from them.

I thought about the far-fetched but not completely impossible possibility of it as I drove through the opened gate and parked behind the one car that I recognized. There were only two there; not a huge surprise, but the fact that one of them was new to me was, and it was then that I realized Trev hadn’t specifically mentioned who would be there.

I wasn’t under the illusion that I knew all of Trev’s friends, but I did think that I at least knew most of them. We’d shared a lot about ourselves in the past three years and one thing that we had in common was that we found it hard to completely let our guard down with people. 

It was one of the downsides to being known because of what you do. People wanted to get close and most of the time, couldn’t keep what they learned to themselves.

It’s why we didn’t have many close friends and usually stuck with the same crowd, our teammates and older friends, and it’s why I’d started to identify who was at things by recognizing cars; because the same ones would show up time and time again.  

So seeing an unfamiliar black Porsche that night, told me that one of two things was about to happen. Either one of my friends was going to announce that they got a new car, or, I was about to meet someone. There was only one way to find out, and I walked up the stone path to the front door and rang the doorbell.

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****Pamela’s POV****

Once Coach White was finished answering questions, I grabbed my bag and rushed out of the press room to head down the stairs. Normally, I would keep heading straight out the front doors to my car; an action that led to Trev and I running into each other. I still hadn't figured out how he was able to time it; the first two times it happened I chalked it up to chance, but by the third time, I knew that chance had nothing to do with it. 

But what it meant exactly, I didn't know. We had some kind of a weird friendship going on, one where we only talked briefly at a few practices and in parking lots. I kept telling myself that I wasn't interested in a deeper friendship, I knew he was focused on his recovery and career, but I couldn't deny that I found myself looking forward to our "run ins" and the banter that seemed to happen whenever they did.

My feet touched down on the floor and I looked out the front glass doors before turning to the left to head down the hallway. I had talked to Paisley earlier in the day, and she mentioned coming into town the next night and wondered if Trev and I would be able to meet her for dinner. 

I told her I would ask Trev after the game, thinking I'd see him in the parking lot. But Tiff was visiting and even though she said she was leaving after the game I didn't want to chance her seeing me in the parking lot and then running into Trev since I didn’t know if he'd talked to her since the closet incident at ASU.

I smiled as I kept walking and thought back to the day several months before when he hid in my closet. I’d never seen him so rattled, especially when it came to women. His reputation with women was akin to a legend and from what I witnessed in college, I wouldn't have doubted if the stories I heard since then were true. 

But how he acted that summer was something that went against all that I had seen and heard and it had made me start to wonder. Who was Trev, really? Was he the womanizing, cocky guy I had known for nine years, or was he the funny, thoughtful, some would say humble guy that had appeared on the stairs at ASU months before? I knew which one I hoped he was, but I also didn't want to get my hopes up.

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****Pamela’s POV****

"What the hell got into Trev?" I heard Victor ask another reporter. "He hasn't played like that in. . .years!"

How quickly opinions change. I thought to myself and smiled. Only a month before, the reporters gathered had voiced their skepticism about Trev’s abilities and his return to the field, but his appearance at the end of the fourth quarter and the touchdown that followed had everyone forgetting they ever doubted him.

While others talked about their shock over Trev throwing a touchdown to a player that he normally didn’t, I flashbacked to the morning at ASU that I spied on him reviewing plays; when he got mad at himself for not seeing that throwing to the player least expected would’ve worked better. 

I started to chuckle as I wondered if he’d thought about that morning too when he called the touchdown play, but chastised myself for letting such a thought enter my head. 

It was silly to think that his attention was anywhere but the game and I wondered at the thought even popping into my head since there was no reason to believe that he would even think of that or any other moment that we shared during his summer visit to ASU.

A Bucks’ rep stepping up to the podium quieted the room, and his announcement that Coach White, Ryan and Trev would answer questions was met with satisfied murmurs. Ryan came out first and no one could miss the disappointment that he felt in his performance. As I listened to him answer questions I couldn't help but feel that he took on too much responsibility for the team's loss. 

Once he finished, he walked toward the exit and as he and Trev passed each other, Trev patted him on the back and whispered something to him. It was a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by the press gathered in the room and many mumbled about it as Trev sat down in front of the microphone and faced his first question.

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