#also my friends bday package came today!

[neet-elite]

im really delirious on pain meds atm so that's why i've been absent haha but i wanted to ramble a little about potential future plans for the game im making/ why here instead of the blog? because they're dream scenarios that might not come to fruition and i dont wanna let anyone down by posting abt them on the main game blog at @degenerate-game. anyway,

i wanna implement a phone system, where you can text and call NPC's, as well as receive random text and calls FROM NPC's throughout days. i want there to be special conditions met for specific texts and images, for example: have a love interest high enough and they might try to convince you to skip work by sending you nudes, begging for you to come and "help" them >:D

ID cards that contain the PC's stats, relationships, etc. i wanna make chibi versions of all the character creator items so that it reflects perfectly on whatever you choose. maybe also ID cards that you can collect from all the love interests with special info? there's gonna be an inventory system so it's possible :D

gods. i wanna create a detailed religious system that involve many gods, and eventually have them be romanceable too after tedious worship and offerings. maybe also tie specific gods to specific love interests? something about gods. want to allow the PC to pick a god (or none at all!) to provide offerings to for... something. like benefits, idk, i just thought of this today so it's not fleshed out at all lmao.

and somewhat related to gods: titles. i want there to be in game PC titles related to what you end up doing in the game. Mimi the Newbie for example of the begginer one? idk i also just thought of this today too, but gods would have titles like "God of Tradition". the PC could have something like: Dog of Lucas, if they decide to go Lucas's route. i dunno i just think it'd be a neat detail to at a glance see what route you're going down from the title.

little windows into rooms on the playable screen that have clickable areas to them. Rather than always clicking links to progress, it could be cool to for example… go to work as a barista, and click on the coffee machine to start work, or the door to leave, and maybe a love interest shows up while you're working and you can click on them to have an event or something.

[luxaryllis]

Special: Valentine's Day

Note: Happy Valentine's Day!! 💙❤️‍🔥💗💖

I thought of doing this to show that I am, indeed, alive, and am working! Also, this is posted kinda before Feb 14 (it's Feb 13 today, as of posting this) cuz why not!

So, this special is How my OCs and Characters Would React to Receiving a Valentine's Gift

By 'OCs and Characters', I mean all the insert characters I have!

The characters here are:

-R!MC (Riddle's scared younger sibling)

-BR!MC (Riddle's brainwashed younger sibling)

-V!MC (Vil's younger sibling)

-Finian White (my OC based on the White Rabbit)

For better context and understanding, I suggest reading their respective series before this!!

Oh! And the 'MC's will be given actual names, but will all still use they/them pronouns and are gender neutral!! And everything here is thought of as platonic, but you can take it as romantic instead!

(For all my fellow lonely people here!)

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R!MC (Riddle's Scared!Younger sibling; name given: Ray Rosehearts but is NOT the same as xofiasblog's oc, Ray)

"You're.. giving this to me?" The first year asks, tilting their head to the side. You nod, nudging the box of chocolate cake to then further.

Ray takes the box reluctantly, "What's the special occasion", they ask.

A small bout of silence follows after Ray's question. You were in disbelief; they don't know what day it was today?!

You tell the sweetheart infront of you that it was Valentine's Day, February 14th.

Ray blinks once, then twice, and asks you what Valentine's Day was.

"Has Finian ever even told you about Valentine's?!"

You received a confused shake of the head for an answer.

From that moment on, you began telling Ray all about Valentine's Day, and spoiled them with lots of sweets afterward.

It was a happy day for both of you, and Ray was happy that they learned something new and spent time with one of their cherished friends.

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BR!MC (Riddle's "Brainwashed" Younger sibling; name: Rory Rosehearts)

"[Name]... what is this?"

You smile, "A chocolate strawberry rose bouquet! Just for you, Rory!!"

"Ah..." Rory holds the faux bouquet carefully in their arms. "Is this the 'Valentine's Day gift' you mentioned to me last week?"

Not even surprised at your friend's amazing memory, you nod.

You had been preparing a bunch of gifts for your friends the past few days and happen to run into Rory Rosehearts while you were heading to the pastry shop.

That was how Rory came to understand Valentine's Day and helped you shop for gifts.

"I uhh.. have something for you as well." Your friend carefully moves your gift to one arm and brings out a cute heartshaped box of chocolates.

It was packaged with a red and white ribbon and the tag read a cute handwritten message, "Thank you for being an amazing friend, [Name]. You're the best" with a heart at the end.

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V!MC (Vil's younger sibling; "placeholder" name: Valentin)

Valentin Schoenheit, younger sibling of Vil Schoenheit, was more than familiar with Valentine's Day. They were named after it, after all.

So when you approach them with a box of chocolate cake and a bouquet of roses, they already knew what you were going to say...

"Ah! Are these for Vil? You want me to give these on him on your behalf?"

... nevermind...

"Val... these are for you. Why would I give you gifts that were for Vil??"

At this point, you really shouldn't be surprised anymore. Poor Valentin has to play messenger between Vil and some of his fans.

"Oh, the usual. Since Vil studies in NRC, and well, I'm not in NRC yet, people have been crowding me with gifts for him. It's even worse every Valentine's."

You frown, Valentin's birthday was February 14. You can't possibly imagine having to give gifts to your older brother on your brithday of all days.

"Well, this one's for you!! Happy birthday and Happy Valentine's!"

The birthday celebrant (idk a genderneutral term for bday boy and girl sorry-) looks inside the box, and looked sadly up at you.

"I... can't eat this much chocolate, [Name]. You know that already. Vil doesn't like me eating so much chocolate..."

You roll your eyes, even after they made up, Vil still hadn't let up on his diets.

Val thinks that he's relaxed a lot, but it really doesn't seem like it.

"Well, you brother isn't here now. And it's your birthday for the Seven's sake!! Spoil yourself a little, alright?"

Before they could retort, you put a finger on their lips, silencing them.

"Shh, shhh. Now c'mon! This cake won't eat itself!!"

As you take the box of cake from their hands, Valentin looks at you with a soft smile on their face.

They're glad to have you as their friend.

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Finian White (OC based on the White Rabbit, appears in the Scared!Riddle's younger sibling series)

"T-these are for me?!"

You nod, watching amusedly as the rabbit beastman infront of you bashfully holds your gift in his hands like a new pocket watch.

Which, in this case, it is a new pocket watch.

Your Valentine's Day gift for Finian was a pocket watch. It didn't exactly have the Valentine's Day aesthetic, but it had Finian's initials engraved on it.

He smiled at you, "Thanks a lot! Uhm... my family and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day, so uh.." he scratches the back of his head sheepishly, "I don't have a gift for you. Sorry..."

You raise an eyebrow, "You don't celebrate Valentine's? Why??"

"We only celebrate White's Day.", the beastman says as if it made sense.

It didn't. But he moves on as if nothing happened.

"A-anyway... would you like to go to a sweets shop? Maybe I could get you some (favorite cake) as a Valentine's gift instead?"

[rayslittlekitten]

Are you taking requests rn? Just came off a very trauma-filled 6 months and feel very numb and scared for the future, and kind of dreading a lonely upcoming bday. Could really use some fluffy Will x Reader if you’re able, but if not, that’s totally ok. Just thought I’d ask.

Hi I'm sort of taking requests. It's more on a case by case basis. I'm sorry you've been having a hard time the last six months and hope things are looking up for you. I wasn't exactly sure what you were looking for and honestly was going to turn down your request but then this week's @writer-wednesday prompt was released and it inspired something. I hope this brings you some comfort. 💖

A Few of My Favorite Things

A/N: This was inspired by this week's @writer-wednesday prompt to go along with the request above. As always, thank you @lovebarefootblonde for looking at this for me.

Rating: G

Word Count: ~1,260

Pairing: Will "Ironhead" Miller x GN!Reader

Plot: You planned on spending your birthday alone, but you get an unexpected guest.

Warnings: some anxiety feels?

Photo prompt:

It's gloomy and dark outside, which is apt considering that's how you feel inside. There had been a lot going on in your life these last few months and it feels a bit strange that it's all sort of behind you now. You don't know how to feel. You had been on autopilot and now, you feel nothing. At the same time, you feel a bit relieved yet also scared about what lies ahead of you. The unknown is scary. At least before, you had expectations, even if the situation wasn't ideal. Before you were scared of what you knew was coming and now you're scared of not knowing. You’re hoping for the better, but it’s still frightening nonetheless.

It's your birthday today, but you have no one to celebrate it with. It's quite alright though, because you're not in a celebratory mood anyways. Earlier, you took a stroll in the rain and then treated yourself to your favorite meal. You passed by the pastry shop on the way home and decided to pick up a little something for your birthday, but they were out of your favorite so you settled for your second.

Now, you sit down by the large window in your living room, on a blanket and pillows with a worn out book you’ve read many times before. You had intended to get lost in another familiar world for a few hours, but instead you swipe the condensation off the pane with your hand and press your forehead against the cold glass to look down at the people outside going about their day. You welcome the cool dampness against your skin as the cloudy sky casts shadows of raindrops onto your face. The traffic lights and car lights glow down below. Ocean of umbrellas crowd the sidewalks, creating a giant covering for the pedestrians. Hearing the droplets pelting against the window soothes you. The dull thuds drown out the thoughts in your head and the anxiety inside your gut.

Suddenly, you're interrupted by a knock at your door. You turn away from the street and look towards your front door. You're not expecting anyone today. You get up from your little makeshift cozy corner and rub the cold off your forehead as you reach the door. You open it up and are surprised to see your next door neighbor who is drenched from head to toe.

You chat with your favorite neighbor often, especially whenever you run into each other. The two of you started becoming friends after too many package delivery and mail mishaps, although there have been times you've thought about wanting to be more than just friendly neighbors.

"Hi, Will," you greet him. “Looks like you got caught in the rain.”

"Yeah, a little bit. My umbrella was useless,” he chuckles. “How are you?" He flashes a small smile as he pulls his jacket hood off his mostly dry blonde hair.

"I'm okay, how are you?"

"I'm doing good," he nods. "I uh, heard you coming in a little earlier. I had to run some errands but hoped you were still here when I got back. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

"No, I was just... " you glance over at your corner. "I was just kind of lounging around. What's up?" You turn back to him and cross your arms over your chest.

"Well, I had remembered you mentioned that today is your birthday from when we bumped into each other in the hallway last week and I thought maybe I'd drop by to celebrate?" Will brings up a really wet plastic bag in his hands.

"Oh." This is definitely not what you expected. "You, you don't have to--"

"I want to," Will interrupts. "That is, if you want to too. I don't want to intrude if--"

"No, please, come in. I, I just wasn't expecting anyone today so I'm not really dressed for guests," you tell him.

"You look beautiful, just like you always do," Will's eyes soften and his smile widens.

You flash him a weak smile.

"I'm sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?" Will asks, concerned.

"No, not at all," you shake your head. "Come on in." You step aside to let your guest in.

“Let me take your jacket,” you offer.

“Thank you.” Will peels his soaked jacket off and daintily hands it to you. You shake it off a bit before hanging it on one of the hooks by the front door.

"I know you mentioned at some point that strawberry shortcake is your favorite, right?" Will asks as he puts the bag down on your kitchen counter.

"You remembered?" you ask, quite impressed.

“Yeah. Specifically from that bakery at the corner of Main and First, right?” Will starts to take the pastry box out of the bag. “I was able to nab the last one.”

He opens up the box and it has “Happy Birthday” piped on with frosting. Your eyes start to water as you watch him stick a few candles in it and light them up. It sounds silly, but this might be the highlight of your year so far. It’s just a cake and your neighbor, but with everything you’ve been dealing with, this simple gesture has you feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Will starts singing “Happy Birthday” and you feel a tear fall down your face. You immediately wipe it, hoping he didn’t see it. You feel so embarrassed, but he doesn’t make you feel silly. He just continues singing til the very end of the song and even does a little clap.

“It’s time to make a wish. Make it count,” Will adds.

You close your eyes and think about what you want to wish for before making it. Then you open them back up and blow out the candles. You look up at Will and see his eyes on you.

“What?” you ask.

“Nothing,” he shakes his head with a smirk. “I just like seeing you smile.”

Your smile widens and you let out a chuckle. It feels so good to be able to share a genuine moment of joy with someone and your heart is just about to burst.

“Here, you get to cut into it first since it’s your day,” Will hands you over the knife.

You take the knife from him and slice the cake down the middle. You cut two pieces and serve both you and Will. He offers you a fork and you take it from him. As you take a bite of your sweet treat, you close your eyes and hum. Your taste buds are very much enjoying this. Your eyes shoot open when you feel something touch the corner of your mouth. You see Will dabbing you with a napkin.

“You got a little cream on there,” he tells you. Your eyes lock for a second and you swallow your bite.

“What are you doing tonight?” Will asks. “Are you doing anything else for your birthday?”

“No, I was just going to stay in and maybe read or watch a movie. Just a quiet birthday evening,” you reply then look down at your plate and push the cake around with your fork.

“Well, I don’t have any plans and if you’d like some company, I’d love to join you in your quiet birthday evening,” he smirks. “I promise not to be too loud. Not like the guy upstairs.” He points to the ceiling and winks.

You laugh and Will’s smile reaches his blue eyes again.

“Thank you, I’d like that very much,” you tell him.

[flower-cage]

Laced

Tom Holland x Reader | smut (18+ only below the cut)

Summary: Entry for @worldoftom ’s writing challenge #lolbrosgetsicktoo. Based on the following prompt:

» NSFW! Tom has some tummy issues and misses y/n's bday party. He is feeling really sad about it, so after the party is over he video chats with her. She asks him if he'd like to see all the presents she got for her bday. He says yes. Turns out she also got some sexy lingerie. Cheeky Tom, now feeling a bit better, asks her if she can put them on for him to watch. And she does. note: it can be either sexy video chat time or 'i'll be over at yours in a bit, don't take that off’

Words: 1.3k.

Warnings: very explicit sexual language, heavy dirty talk, phone sex, masturbation.

“Hi, handsome,” you purred sweetly at your phone.

“Hi, gorgeous,” Tom smiled sleepily at you. His hair was sticking out in every direction and his naked chest had crease marks from having stayed in bed all day. You smiled softly when you thought about how cozy he looked right now. You had just finished tidying up downstairs. After winding down from the party, doing your skincare, and putting on your softest satin robe, your entire body tingled with the urge to cuddle right up against your warm boyfriend. You cuddled your pillow tighter instead.

“How are you feeling now?” You asked him sympathetically.

Tom had come down with a stomach bug not twelve hours before your birthday party, unfortunately. It had started as body ache and fatigue but quickly developed into violent vomiting. You had stopped at his place earlier in the afternoon to drop off medicine, mint tea, and some light, homemade soup. Unfortunately, though, he hadn’t recovered by the time your party started. You could tell he looked well, however, not as pale and tired as he had looked before.

“So much better, love,” he said. “The tea you brought me really soothed my stomach and I was able to sleep and eat this afternoon.”

“That’s great, baby! I’m really glad you’re feeling better.”

“I missed you today, love,” Tom pouted, “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you cooed, “These things happen. Do you want to see the presents I got?”

“Yes!” He cheered. “Let’s see them.”

Excitedly, you gathered all boxes and bags and packages that your friends and family had brought to you and proceeded to show Tom your gifts. You pulled out gift cards, jewelry, clothes, and books. Tom smiled with love in his eyes as he watched you talk about your gifts and how much fun you had with your loved ones.

“Oh,” you exclaimed suddenly, “and Olivia got me some beautiful lingerie from the place she works at!” You waved the baby pink lace around in front of the camera and Tom’s eyebrows shot up.

“Wait!” He sat up against the headboard and licked his lips quickly. “Let me see it.”

You chuckled and set the pieces down on the bed. You sat up as well and positioned your phone on your nightstand so you could show off the pretty fabric with both hands. You picked first the bralette, holding it up with each of your pointer fingers hooked under each of the straps so Tom could see its shape perfectly. The lace was incredibly delicate and thin. Tom’s breathing picked up and his mouth watered at the thought of you wearing it. He thought about how your nipples would be visible right through the material. He thought about your hard nubs poking out in arousal. He thought about running his tongue over them, over the lace, sucking and wetting your brand new lingerie as you thrashed in pleasure under his mouth. And then you set the bra down and picked up the lacy thong the same way and Tom had to grope himself to relieve some pressure. His lips parted in awe. His eyes were dark and you chuckled at his aroused state.

“Holy shit, that’s tiny,” Tom breathed out gruffly. The lace on the panties matched the bralette’s and it was held together by the thinnest spaghetti straps he had ever seen. He was dying to see them stretched out over your hips. He squeezed his erection in his boxers once and groaned.

“You okay, baby?” You chuckled.

“No,” he groaned again. “Put that on for me, darling? Please?”

“Ooh,” you singsonged, “You want me to put on a little show?” You picked up the lingerie again and pulled off the tags. “But I thought I was the birthday girl?”

Smiling devilishly you sneaked a hand under your robe and pulled your underwear off, only to slowly slip the dainty thong up your smooth legs. You teased him, pulling the lace slowly and hiding it under your silky robe. You turned around then, sat on your knees with your back to him, and let the robe slide down your arms to pool around your waist. You let him watch your naked back as you put on the bra. Even though he was completely silent, you knew he was attentively watching your every move.

You turned your head to the side to glance at him over your shoulder and felt arousal shoot down your core at once. Tom had repositioned his phone to stand farther away but in between his legs. You could see him propped against the headboard, his naked chest rising and falling as he breathed raggedly, his abs clenching, and an impressive tent as his erection poked hard against the material of his boxers.

“Baby,” you purred seductively, “is that for me?” He groaned in response and grabbed and squeezed himself over his boxers.

“You know it is, darling,” he replied gruffly. In a quick movement, he removed his underwear completely, showing off his thick erection. It was your turn to drool. You wanted nothing more than to fall mouth-first right on his dripping cock. You watched hungrily as he took himself in hand and started to stroke slowly, lightly. “Turn around for me, love.”

You did turn around and untangled your robe to finally show him all that you had to offer. You ran your hands up and down your thighs, stroked the skin on your hips right underneath the straps of your thong, and up your torso until you cupped your breasts. Tom cursed and started stroking himself harder as you massaged your own breasts, getting more and more turned on. You pinched your nipples and moaned. He cursed again.

“Pull your tits out, darling,” he groaned, “let me see.” And you did it. You pulled the lacy cups down and continued to tease yourself. “Good girl,” Tom moaned, “so good- ah.”

His praise and the wet noises of the frantic movements of his hands were driving you insane. Your whole body was burning in arousal and you couldn’t help but slide a hand down your body and into your panties.

“Yeah, darling,” he murmured, “play with your wet little clit for me.” His hand was flying over his erection now. He was incredibly wet too and you couldn’t take your eyes off him. “You love watching this cock get wet for you don’t you?”

You nodded eagerly, your own hand working fast on your pussy.

“I know you do, darling. You love sitting on it too. Always want to sit on it, every chance you get.”

“Fuck, Tommy!” You cried. “I want it so bad.”

“God,” he groaned, “I’m not gonna last. Get on all fours for me, darling. I want to see your ass swallow that tiny piece of lace you’ve got on.”

You turned around like he requested. Then, you arched your back, spread your knees apart, and slid down onto the bed slowly so he could see the thong slide up between your pussy lips. You heard his moans get louder and the pleasure it elicited in you had you grinding your throbbing core on the sheets.

“Holy, shit,” he panted, “you’re unreal, love. I’m gonna come- ah, fuck - and then I’m gonna drive over there and absolutely rail that hungry pussy.”

And then he came on a loud moan and you turned your head to see him shoot up and onto his own hand. You watched attentively as his cock spurted white all over his abs. You were about to express how badly you wanted to lick him clean when he sprung from bed in earnest and grabbed his phone.

“I’ll be there in fifteen. Keep my pussy wet for me, love.”

[1kook]

kissanime & foreplay

this is part of my netflix & chill collection !

summary; You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans. warnings; mentions of hentai yes u read right, kook leads most of it, cunnilingus, masturbation (f), oral (f), use of a sex toy, fingering, nipple play, face sitting/fucking/riding idk (f), praise kink, hints of dumbification, cum eating, jk is like passive aggressive in this one, 4 (f) orgasms, this is the kicker: sub kook at the end😳, like 2 sec of dom yn lol, & u get 0.002 sec of adams apple kink misc; more dumb story lines, made up sex stores bc my creativity knows no bounds, Jungkook plays nice but is actually mean for the majority of it, once again doyeon plays a pivotal role in the furthering of women empowerment, internal love monologues about jk best boy<3 wc; 8.2k

notes; back when kissanime was offed I remember looking at this fic in the drafts like what the hell we gone do now.. n almost deleting it but I was like yknow what this isn’t a 1kook fic unless there’s smthn weird going on so here we are. also yes I know ohshc is on Netflix shut up!!!!! 

HAPPY BDAY MY LOVE AND MUSE JEON JUNGKOOK !!!! 🥺💜

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The good thing about getting your own apartment is that you finally have a place to call your own. There’s no limit on how many potted plants you can squeeze into a one bedroom, one bathroom apartment, and if there was one, you’re twelve in and no one has said anything to you yet. You don’t have to share the shower space with anyone, label all your products with a hastily scribbled name. There’s a bathtub—something you haven’t had the pleasure of using during college—and a fairly open living space. There’s so many empty spots to fill with useless decorations and family heirlooms and that ugly plastic rooster Jungkook won you at the summer kick-off fair last month.

The bad thing about having your own place is that the entire world and their mothers seem to know now. Despite graduating from college, you still keep in touch with your trusted graduate mentor Kim Namjoon, who is still very much in school, and has made it his mission to bring you a new plant every week, hence your growing collection. Your childhood friend comes over every Saturday morning to lounge around after her Friday nights out. Jungkook, although the only one who is ever actually invited, runs through your strawberry scented body wash like a madman.

And of course, Doyeon.

Your beloved college roommate of four years, Kim Doyeon, has been the bane of your apartment experience so far. Unlike you, who had slaved away for four years, saving every penny you made during college for this moment, Doyeon was a big spender. She blew every dollar she ever came across, which is why she’s going to be stuck living at her parent’s house for at least a couple more years.

Nothing wrong with that, of course, if she wasn’t the most maniac online shopper in existence. It hadn’t been a problem in college because she was always good old pals with the students who worked the mailroom. If they saw something questionable, they’d let it slide as long as it was under Miss Kim Doyeon, Room 229.

The reason it became an issue for her now is because it’s poor Mrs. Kim who signs over the package from Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! one Tuesday afternoon as it is delivered to their suburban home.

So now she’s taken to ordering all her freaky stuff to your new apartment, where the small cabinet by the door has quickly become home to her impulsive shopping habits. Truthfully, you don’t mind accepting Doyeon’s weird packages, and have long since grown used to the uncomfortable looks the mail carrier gives you.

Jungkook’s supposed to come over today and you really hope he doesn’t ask about the state of your hall cabinet. Now that you work at a small company outside of your degree to make ends meet, time with Jungkook has been significantly decreased. You weren’t in college anymore, so you didn’t have the luxury of dropping by his house whenever you wanted to in between classes. Of course, it’s mostly your schedule that conflicts with your planned hangouts, because Jungkook is still working his dream job from home.

However, because Jungkook is quite possibly the most amazing person on this planet, he’s started coming over every Saturday night to make sure you’re still alive and not dying. And so weekly media binges are a thing, and it’s currently week four.

He gave up on showing you the Marvel movie franchise last week, after you had asked where Wonder Woman was three times in a row. Since the Barbie Movie Debacle of last month, you’ve found a nice medium between who picks when. Jungkook picks most of the time, because most of the time you don’t really care. It’s become a running joke between the two of you that movie binges are usually just terribly masked excuses to go to town on each other, so you don’t mind missing an entire 15th Century French Revolution documentary if it means Jungkook is deep in your guts by the time King Louis XIV gets beheaded or whatever they did to him. Is it too obvious you didn’t watch the documentary?

Occasionally, there are instances where one of you genuinely does want to watch something, in which case you have an intense match of rock-paper-scissors to decide who’s picking that night. Most of the time, Jungkook wins. But for every match Jungkook wins, he promises you’ll pick the next one so you’ve long since stopped trying to actually beat him.

Long story short, last weekend you sat through a two part Ancient Aliens episode on the connection between aliens and American presidents.

It was the most god-awful conspiracy theory you’ve ever heard of, but Jungkook ate up every minute of it. By the time the two hosts announced their conclusion you were just about ready to rip your own ears off and single-handedly fist fight every producer on the channel for allowing the production of such an atrocious show.

Anyway, because you had so bravely sat through the entire evening without complaints— well, no complaints towards Jungkook’s terrible taste; the show, however, was not safe from your wicked tongue —Jungkook has so graciously allowed you to pick the media for this weekend.

You’ve been telling him for the longest time that you were going to hook him on anime. It was one of the few interests you always believed Jungkook should possess, being a weeb and all, because it was only fair that he had one questionable trait to balance out the rest of his perfection. Liking anime isn’t bad— if a hottie like you enjoyed it, then it obviously had its perks. However, you know a lot of other people are turned off by anime-enthusiasts due to preconceived notions of the genre and the viewer-base.

Now, it was a widely known fact that you always had ulterior motives. So maybe turning Jungkook into a weeb was just a ploy to turn other women off from him and keep your jealousy at bay. Sue you, your boyfriend was a walking wet dream, and you’d do anything to keep him to yourself.

After long deliberation, you’ve decided on introducing Jungkook to anime with a classic: Ouran High School Host Club, a god among anime, a true Beyonce among shoujos. The only problem was that you absolutely refused to pay Crunchyroll or Funimation when you could so easily find the entire show on KissAnime.com, home to only the finest of hentai ads and Are You a Robot? questions.

He sends you a text when he’s outside your building, and five minutes later there’s a rap against your door.

“Hi,” you smile up at him, heart fluttering in that same trademark way it did whenever Jungkook was within a five foot radius. He smiles back softly, leaning down to peck your lips as you step aside for him to enter. He’s got on those cotton sweats that you love, the ones that send your brain into a censored frenzy. But he’s also got that soft curl to his hair that lets you know he came here straight out of the shower in his hurry to see you. How you managed to bag a dream boyfriend like him was beyond you.

You bask in the overwhelming feeling of unannounced love for all of ten seconds before Jungkook is lifting up a square package you hadn’t seen at his hip. “Mailman gave me this,” he says, waving around the signature bright pink packaging of Sexuality Unleashed. Jungkook, for all his politeness and respect, seemed to falter in those categories when it came to you. He turns the box over, reading the big fat name of the company on the side. “Since when did you start buying sex toys?” he asks rather loudly in the hallway.

You yank him inside, hurriedly slamming the door shut before any of your neighbors can come out into the hallway and get a peek of this avid sex toy consumer. “They’re not mine!” you hiss, standing still when he uses you to balance himself as he tugs off his shoes. You snatch the box out of his hands, turning it around to make sure it is actually addressed to your home. Sure enough, it’s for you. Couldn’t there have been some other sex toy fanatic on this floor?

With his shoes off, Jungkook wastes no time enveloping you in a hug, the Sexuality Unleashed box tumbling to the ground. “It’s okay, baby, no need to be embarrassed.”

You groan, leaning your forehead against his shoulder as he continues to pat your back like you’re actually embarrassed to be caught buying toys— you’re not. You’re embarrassed he caught you with a sex toy you simply can’t put to use. “Whatever,” you sigh, “your gross popcorn is in my bedroom and it’s probably stale.”

He releases you, not before pulling you into a slow and languid kiss that has you clutching tightly at the front of his shirt. He pulls away with a soft smooch, right eye falling into a wink. “Bring the box, gorgeous,” he teases, before sauntering off in the direction of your bedroom.

You groan loudly. “It’s not mine!” you repeat, but for some reason do as he says.

Not only do you have no idea what’s in this package, but you’re frankly not too keen on finding out. You’re more interested in Jungkook’s reaction to one of your favorite animes of all time. The package is tossed onto the end of the bed, where Jungkook has already stripped himself of his socks and cuddled beneath your covers.

Your laptop has gone dark from inactivity so you slam down on the space bar to bring it back to life. Your first mistake was pressing anything at all. It flickers back on alright, but you forget that you are working with a minefield of ads ready to explode. You get a glimpse of the KissAnime screen for a good two seconds before about seven ads pop up. Another tab to a raunchy hentai website opens, and Jungkook groans.

“What the hell is this?” he asks in a tone that screams he has never had to fight viruses off his computer just to watch something at two in the morning.

You ignore him, cuddling into his side as you hurriedly type in the title of the anime before another annoying ad can intercept you. “KissAnime,” you answer for now, accidentally clicking down on the mousepad with the heel of your palm. Another tab opens up to some sketchy credit site. You huff.

“Baby, I swear I just saw like twelve viruses,” he says. “And what even are these?” he scoffs, jabbing a finger at one of the many ads that lines the perimeter of the website. “Animated teacher porn?”

By the grace of god, you somehow manage to get onto the episode selection screen without having another tab open on you. You smile in relief, turning the power of your excitement onto Jungkook… only to find his eyes narrowed in on the square advertisement for some hentai website. “What? You wanna watch hentai now?” you snort, placing the laptop on his legs as you cuddle into his side.

Jungkook sputters, cheeks tinting red at the mere insinuation he would ever consume such media. “No,” he glares, releasing the arm around your shoulders to huffily cross them over his chest. “I am not going to watch anatomically incorrect illustrations of a woman teacher relieving herself, ___,” he says rather matter-of-factly.

You snort, repeating, “a woman teacher,” mockingly and in a high pitched voice that, honestly, doesn't sound anything like him. You click play on the video box that appears after only about twenty more pop-up ads. “Silence, you nymphomaniac, the episode is starting.” Jungkook pulls you close with a displeased expression, finally quieting down when you put it on full screen and the ads disappear from his view.

You’re beginning to wonder if Jungkook really is the script and plot dissector he claims to be, or if he just lives to get under your skin. He doesn’t make it three minutes without finding something to critique. First it’s the quality of the frames, and then it’s the characterization of the lead character. He nitpicks everything about the best anime in existence, and by the end of the first episode you’re considering breaking up with him.

“Oh my god,” you groan, tearing yourself away from him. He’s all laid up against your mountain of pillows, tongue prodding at the insides of his mouth in that ridiculously attractive habit of his. Usually, you’d be tripping over yourself to kiss him, but you’re about two seconds from ripping his head off. “I mean this in the nicest way possible, baby,” you sigh, picking up his hand in yours. “You gotta shut up.”

Jungkook rolls his eyes. “I have to shut up?” he asks in a scandalized tone. “You sang through the entire intro, off tune may I add.”

At this rate you’re getting nowhere, so you just snatch the laptop back up before you actually hurt his feelings. You escape the full screen, met with those hentai ads that are slowly becoming the bane of Jungkook’s existence.

“Who actually watches those anyway?” he mumbles, covering the sidebar full of naked cartoon ladies with his palm for you, a real gentleman if you ever saw one. “Really?” he says, knocking his pointer finger against a particularly raunchy ad with the caption Be a Good Boy and Let her Play beneath it.

You snort. “You are such a baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek much to his annoyance. “What? Can’t handle seeing some anime titties?”

Jungkook shoves your hand away, leaning back to become one with the pillows as you continue onto the next episode. “They’re just weird,” he admits. “And make unrealistic faces.”

“Unrealistic,” you repeat, finally giving one of the ads the time of day. There’s an adorably drawn character making the most perverted expression, knees hiked up to her chest. Her face is twisted up, drooling like a dog and with her eyes crossed in ecstasy. You shrug. “Just because you can’t get those faces out of me doesn’t mean they’re unreal.”

The second the words leave your mouth Jungkook is letting out a scandalized scoff, sitting up to level you with another glare. “First of all, I can get you like that,” he defends, tapping his finger against the ad on screen. “In fact, I can get you like that without even trying, so let’s not say anything too drastic now, okay?”

His sudden bout of defensiveness makes something playful in you switch on, laying back down beside him with a smirk. “Oh, you can make me all stupid like this?”

Jungkook scoffs. “Yes.”

“Uh huh,” you drawl, tracing a finger up his chest teasingly; Jungkook knocks your knuckles away, obviously still butt hurt about your comment. That’s fine, because a slightly riled up Jungkook was always the best Jungkook. You sit up and lean in close, letting your hand slip beneath his hoodie, palm running over his bare shoulder and around the top of his back. You give his nape a light squeeze, lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Why don’t you prove it to me, Jungkookie?” you purr, before pulling away.

His jaw twitches at the nickname, one shapely brow unconsciously arching as he regards you with a calculative expression.

The thing about Jungkook was that, after almost a year of dating, you know just how to push his buttons. He has a rather calm and collected exterior to him, the same one he’s had since the day you met him, but beneath it all was a childish competitiveness that raged with the heat of ten suns. He disliked being taunted like you were doing now, especially when his credibility was at stake.

Honestly speaking, you don’t doubt Jungkook can make you look as goofy and messy as those hentai ads. In fact you’re rather confident he can. Either way, him being right or you being right, you would still get some fun out of it.

“Hm?” you add, tracing your hand up to dance over the skin of his cheek, pads of your fingers running over that stiff jaw. “Are you scared I’m right and you’re wrong?”

A hand snaps up to catch your wrist, fingers tight around your skin until you’re shivering against him. “Oh baby, I can make you cum until you cry,” he murmurs, his usual sweet and lilting tone dropping to a low vibration that makes your pussy throb beneath your panties. Your heart leaps in your chest, lips falling open when he ducks down to brush them against yours. It’s too light, just a simple touch that makes you follow his mouth when he pulls back.

With one firm shove, the laptop is tumbling off the bed, thudding loudly against your bedside rug. Jungkook leans over you, his usual trademark doe eyes zeroed in on you with the focus of a laser. “Have a little faith in me,” he teases, and when he presses close you can feel his fattening cock flush against your thigh. Your body is begging to be touched, every brush of his fingers against your skin searing trails in their wake.

Suddenly, he’s drawing back. “Kook?” you frown, barely biting down on a childish whimper when he snuggles back into your mountain of pillows, one arm stretched behind his head.

He flashes you a smile. “Go on,” he says, arms behind his head. “Show me how to get you like that.”

“By myself?” you ask, shifting onto your knees anyway. Jungkook nods, a soft jut of his chin as he gives you another one of those easy going smiles of his. His goal seems a little unclear, but you had a ridiculous amount of trust in your boyfriend that whatever he had planned was certain to be good. With one final skeptical glance his way, you sink down onto your bum, knees spreading and giving him a clear view of your little pink boy shorts, elastic band hugging your waist.

The material of your t-shirt is guided away, held to your chest by the hand currently not traversing the length of your stomach, gliding across soft skin, over your belly button and past that band until it slips beneath. You chance another look Jungkook’s way, only to find his eyes wonderfully downcast in the direction of your core. That smile is gone now, replaced with a somber look as he watches your hand move mysteriously beneath the fabric of your undergarments.

The first brush of your forefinger against your swollen button makes you twitch, back arching at the sensation that is magnified by his watchful gaze. “Mmh,” you bite down, hand twisting in the material of your shirt. Jungkook’s eyes glare a molten path across your skin, from the comfy bra that peeks out from beneath your rumpled shirt to the wrist slowly working beneath your panties.

A hand falls over your thigh, tattooed fingers giving the skin a light squeeze as you get to work swirling your bud around. The sight of his inked skin on yours makes something warm blossom in your lower abdomen, your eyes following the inky swirls up, up, up. They lead you to the face of your very handsome boyfriend, long lashes fanning across his cheekbones as he watches you play with yourself. “Wanna take these off for me?” he says, the tip of his pointer finger wiggling beneath the fabric of your shorts.

You nod hurriedly, wiggling around on the bed until you’re on your back, legs bent in front of you. The shorts come down your legs; the simplest press of your thighs makes something quiver in your abdomen. You toss them off to the side, and just as you go to sit back up, Jungkook places a hand on your knee. “Stay like this for me,” he says, sitting up from his mountain of pillows to glance down at you. You melt into the plush mattress beneath you, staring down at him between your legs. He’s got that adoring look in his eyes, the one that makes you feel so warm and in love, it’s only natural your hand slips down to play with your bare clit again. “That’s my girl,” he smiles, rubbing a hand down the outside of your thigh, urging your legs to fall open.

There’s this overflowing vat of arousal that builds up inside of you everytime Jungkook is around, like the moment your eyes land on him you’re reminded of every position he’s ever had you in. You remember the soft brush of his hands on your body, the way his lips feel on yours, the soft tickle of his hair when he gets too close. It makes your heart lurch in your chest, like if you don’t grab onto him tightly this feeling will slip through your fingers and out of your life. So you were crazily in love with your boyfriend— now what?

A puckered set of lips meets the inside of your thigh, the action ripping you from your overly gooey, overly soft inner rambling. Your hand trails down your quivering pussy lips, collecting your dripping wetness as you go. At the same time, Jungkook kisses down the inside of your thigh, soft smacks of his lips against your skin filling the air with an emotion that makes you bite down a whimper. Your hole puckers at the brush of your fingers, anticipating an entrance that you yearn to give into soon.

His mouth is on you before your finger can go deeper than a centimeter in. But Jungkook doesn’t brush your hand off, doesn’t shove you away to prove his mouth was undoubtedly better. He places a kiss over your knuckles, before swallowing up your significantly smaller hand with his, that of which he clasps together over your navel.

You groan, head rolling from side to side. “Don’t be so soft with me,” you whine, leg twitching when he presses a kiss against your engorged bundle of nerves. “Push me around like that one time, you know I like it.”

Jungkook grins, mouthing over your clit with practiced ease that has you releasing all kinds of whimpers and sighs. He’s got his other hand wrapped around your thigh, strong arm pulling you closer to that devious mouth and tongue that lavished attention on your clit. “Need me to be mean to you, baby?” he purrs, curling his tongue in such a way that it makes your entire body tense up, muscles pulled tight. “Want me to push you around like the stupid little girl you are?” You moan, head bobbing up and down at the ideas he stuffs in your mind. As he moves down the length of your cunt, that round nose you love brushes against your bud, and the cheeky shit takes an obnoxiously loud sniff of it, a soft groan breathed against your lower lips. “But isn’t this better?” he hums, languidly molding his lips against your lower ones, much in the same way he does with the ones on your face; he moves slowly, slips his tongue in every few seconds before eventually diving in head on. “Slow... and so easy.”

“Kook,” you mewl, getting this overwhelming urge to cover your face with your hands. But you can’t, because he’s knotted one hand with yours and his fingers only tighten when you try to yank them apart. Instead you’re left pressing one knuckle against your mouth, brows pinching as he begins slowly fucking his tongue into your cunt. “F-Faster,” you beg. He, of course, ignores your plea.

The wet mass moves past the clenched muscles around your hole, nose brushing against your lips with every intrusion. Every few cycles he stops to press a kiss against your pussy, so hard and wet that it hurts when he pulls off. You’re left writhing and moaning, your heel knocking against his shoulder when he pushes your leg up closer to your chest. “It’s enough,” you cry, your entire body shivering.

Jungkook pulls off with a loud pop, lips glistening with your arousal. He’s got this glint on his eyes, like he’s thoroughly entertained by your reactions. He shuffles around to get comfortable, finally releasing that grip on your hand. Immediately, your newly freed hand jumps forward to tangle in the hair above his ear, tracing down the delicate curve of his cheekbone. Jungkook turns his head, pressing a soft peck against your open palm that makes your heartbeat thunder in your ears.

As he moves around, his leg bumps against something that has both of you pausing. It sounds out of place next to your shallow breaths, and both of you glance down only to catch sight of that stupid package from Sexuality Unleashed teetering on the edge of the bed.

The moment you see it, it’s like you’re transported into an omnipresent view of the scene, the next few hours flashing before your eyes as Jungkook snorts. You know he’s going to reach for it in two seconds, and you know he’s going to tear the hot pink packaging apart with his bare hands. He does so with a scary amount of power, the industrial tape not standing a chance against him. A box roughly the same size as the package falls out, and before you can kick it away and save yourself from suffering beneath Jungkook’s teasing antics, he’s snatching up the box.

“The Bullet Bestie,” he reads aloud, dark eyes flying across the text with lightning speed before that box is also being ripped open. (Briefly, there’s a voice in your head that thinks of Doyeon, but you’re not sure why.) Out tumbles a little pink bullet with a strap on one end that bounces against your thigh and an even smaller remote.

“Baby,” you rush out, the sight of the tiny toy making your heart thunder in your chest. “We can look at it another time,” you try, hands coming up to brush against his face again. “Why don’t you finish off here?” you ask, a sickeningly sweet politeness dripping off your tongue as the knot in your tummy fades into the background of his attention.

Jungkook ignores you, picking up the remote with a wondrous look in his eyes. Before you can try to persuade him back between your legs, a quiet click cuts you off and the little bullet whirls to life. You yelp at the sudden vibrations against the inside of your thigh, so close to your throbbing core. The jump of your thighs has it falling onto the mattress below you, wide eyes snapping back to the smirk that grows on his face.

“No,” you say slowly, sitting back up, “no, no,” you try, your usual assertiveness melting into a whiny cry as you try to wiggle away from him and the nefarious ideas infesting his lust-addled mind. You’re barely turning, ready to make a run for it and hand him his victory by forfeit, when Jungkook is catching you by the waist. Your hips get pulled up, arms clawing uselessly at the sheets beneath you as he drags you close to him. He’s fast, already having moved onto his knees behind you, and when he yanks you up, you can feel every hot plane of his body aligned with your backside. “Kook, please just make me cum,” you gasp.

There’s a smile pressed against your shoulder, lips still wet from before, kissing along the side of your neck. “Look at my girl,” he murmurs, and you nearly jump out of your skin when something smooth is traced along your thigh. One hand slips beneath the material of your shirt, soothingly rubbing circled against your skin. This hand also holds the tiny remote between two fingers, and every nerve in your body is on edge waiting for it to be used. “Where’s that smartmouth now?”

“Jungkook,” you try to warn. But there’s no bite to your words, only an anticipation that grows the closer he moves that damned toy between your thighs. “Baby, we-we can play another time, okay? Just please—“

A soft click, and suddenly your spine is giving out on you, upper body flopping forward as Jungkook runs the vibrations over your clit. Of course Jungkook follows, never letting you slip far from his reach. A loud moan spills from your lips, lower lip wobbling at the unreal amounts of pleasure he bestows upon you with such a small toy. “W-Wait,” you sob, the coil from before suddenly magnified tenfold. It makes your orgasm loom over you bigger than ever, a wave that threatens to spill over and drown you in one go. “No-please.”

His mouth presses against your ear, hot breaths fanning against the skin there. “Hey pretty girl, does it feel good?” he husks out, kissing just below your ear. “Aw fuck,” he groans, something stiff pressing against the cleft between your cheeks, “can’t even see if you’re making that stupid face right now.”

You are, but you don’t even have the words to tell him that. The moment the vibrator had made contact with your already ravished clit, your eyes had rolled into the back of your head. You don’t doubt you look like those silly ads you’d laughed at earlier, mouth opening and closing every few seconds as he circles the toy around your bud. You settle on a high-pitched whimper that has Jungkook laughing meanly against your ear.

It ends too soon, the stimulation from Jungkook eating you out for a few minutes combining with the bullet to form a powerful duo that swallows you whole. An embarrassingly loud moan rips itself from your throat, hands twisting in the sheets beneath you as it washes over you. It’s so powerful, it blinds you, pussy spasming. Jungkook’s name is repeated about a thousand times in between, your body eventually melting back into the mattress as the final shocks run through you.

The vibrator clicks off just as quietly as it turned on, your harsh breaths filling the room in its place. “Good girl,” Jungkook praises, raining down a parade of kisses against your shoulder. You mewl in appreciation, still awkwardly shoving your face into the mattress, and your hips in the air. From the corner of your eyes, you watch him set the glistening toy off to the side, and you’re just about ready to thank the heavens for such an experience with your boyfriend, when said boyfriend hits you with a curveball.

The gentle pecks against yours shoulder dissolve into harsh kisses, rough hands trailing up your waist. The t-shirt gathers around his knuckles, pushed and pushed until he’s got those same hands cupping your breasts. “Did you like that?” he asks, biting down against your shoulder; the sensation is dulled by your shirt being in the way but it still makes you whine. You moan softly, nodding against the mattress as he gets to kneading your breasts over your bra. “Mm,” Jungkook sighs, “my pretty girl was so good for me, wasn’t she?”

Those deft fingers run back down, crawl beneath the elastic of your lounge bra and push it away until your breasts are bouncing out of their cage. “Kook,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as he traces circles around your nipples. “W-Wait,” you whimper, suddenly reminded of the swollen cock pressed against your backside when he leans closer.

“Shhh,” he soothes, tweaking your nipples. “Relax for me, sweetheart,” he coos, flicking your hardened nipples with his fingers. You can’t relax, not with your body still so sensitive and him playing with you. Still, the low intonation makes something soft and warm settle in your chest, the kisses against your jaw making your eyes fall shut. “That’s it,” he says, giving one nipple a playful twist that draws a high-pitched moan from you.

Just as you’re beginning to fall into the rhythm of Jungkook’s caresses and voice, he releases one breast to traverse his hand down and over your tummy, to your sensitive pussy. You gasp, biting down on your lip as he teasingly flicks your clit with his fingers. “Bet you could come again now,” he murmurs, taking the tip of your earlobe into his mouth and nibbling softly. You groan, shoving your face into the sheets as if that will save you from your doom. “Bet your pretty little pussy can cream itself just like this, isn’t that right, sweet girl?”

You whimper, hips bucking back against him when he begins nudging your bud, lewd sounds reaching your ears. His other hand remains on your breast, no longer toying with your nipple but simply holding it almost comfortingly. There’s a smirk pressed against your skin, that pearly white smile you usually adore so much teasing you as he circles your nub.

“Come on,” he encourages quietly, kissing up the column of your neck again. You moan, thighs quivering as he strokes a second orgasm out of you with no struggle. Your eyes and throat burn at the heat that washes over you, and you release a hoarse scream into the mattress— Jungkook chuckles at the sound, egging you on with that low voice until your muscles go limp a second time.

When he rolls you onto your stomach again, you try desperately to cover the tears that blur your vision, turning away from him like a child when he tries to look. “Crybaby, crybaby,” he sings teasingly, prying your hands away to capture your mouth with his for the first time that night. “Lemme see those tears, baby,” he purrs.

He tastes like you, tongue dripping with that sweet tang of your pussy, and he smells like you too. It strokes the flames of you ego, arms eventually wrapping around his shoulders as he settles above you. He pulls off with a curl of his tongue against your swollen lips, brown eyes lazily staring down at you. It’s embarrassing how well kept he still was compared to your half-nude state of dress. His skin is all glowy and pretty, not a single tear track in sight, and his grin is still too relaxed for your liking.

Jungkook’s body feels so warm and comforting against yours, muscles keeping the heat trapped between your bodies. You go to brush a hand through his hair, needing to feel the familiarity of those silky locks, before he’s suddenly leaning away. He shuffles onto his knees again, glancing down at your thoroughly abused cunt with a quirk in his brows.

“God,” you groan, knocking your foot against his side. “Just fuck me already,” you huff despite your earlier fatigue. You could only go so long without feeling Jungkook’s fat demon cock inside of you.

He snorts at your snappy tone, cutely tilting his head to the side to move his hair out of his face. His jaw looks sharp from this angle, facial features covered in shadows the lamplight behind him can’t touch. “Can’t,” he announces, and you could pull your hair out from all this unnecessary build up.

Truth to be told, you and Jungkook were both equally as unrestrained when it came to each other. Most of the time, the lead up to actual, penetrative, key-in-lock sex included a couple minutes of heavy petting from his end, and maybe a half assed handjob from you. Sometimes if you felt extra attentive, he’d eat you out and you'd him off. But for the most part, the two of you jumped straight into it after an orgasm, like horny teenagers despite the two of you being twenty-three now.

The most adventurous you’d ever gotten up until the point was maybe two orgasms bestowed upon you by a crazed Jungkook. And, well. You had hit two orgasms now. You were ready for his monster cock.

“Kook,” you whine childishly.

Jungkook shakes you off, placing a palm on both your knees. Slowly, he spreads your thighs apart again, eyes zeroed in on the glossy folds that come into view, the sparkling pearly cum that leaks out of your hole. “I can’t, baby,” he says, almost pained. “I gotta clean you up first,” he insists, and before you can tell him how counterproductive it is to lick you clean of your arousal before fucking you, he’s diving face first into your cunt.

But the biggest surprise doesn’t come from Jungkook going in for thirds, but from the hands he clasps around your thighs, the sheer strength he uses to roll you over (ignoring the shriek you let out) to sit you on his face. “No, no,” you yelp immediately, “I-I‘ll break you,” you cry, trying to escape from his hold.

From beneath your thighs, dark eyes peering up at you daringly, you can see the clear warning on Jungkook’s face. It’s a look that loudly says don’t you dare fucking move, shapely brows sending a jolt of genuine fear down your spine for a moment. “Jungkook,” you fret, trying to ignore the arousal that only continues to blossom as his tongue laps against your folds for the second time that night. “I’m, I’m,” you stammer, hands burying themselves in his hair as he ignores your cries. “I’ll break you,” you try again, spine arching when he slurps your clit into his mouth. “I-I’ll—“

He pulls off with a pop. “Fuck my face, baby,” he says, as if he hadn’t heard a single of your concerns at all. His nose nudges against your clit, a whimper catching in your throat. Briefly, his hand disappears from around your thigh, and when it returns, that tiny bullet vibrator from earlier is pressed against your thigh. “You got that?”

You nod, internally torn apart by your fear of crushing him and your need to drag your cunt all over your boyfriend’s handsome face. You glance down at him, watch him slip that vibrator into his mouth for just a second and lewdly coat it in his saliva, before he’s reaching around to shove it past your pussy lips. They’re still swollen and puffy, but have long since relaxed enough for him to slip it in. “B-But what if—“

“You won’t,” he cuts off, readjusting himself closer to your cunt again, “come on, pretty girl.”

The reason you think you and Jungkook click so well was because he was able to bring that vulnerable side out of you every now and then. He knew you liked to parade around with that huge superiority complex, and he loved it. But he also knew there were things you liked and disliked, and sometimes it took a little pushing for you to reveal them.

For a second, that horny cloud over his irises lifts, and he gives you one of those cute, sloppy winks as he taps your thigh gently. “Fuck my face, sweetheart,” he whispers, “drag that pretty cunt all over me until I can’t breathe.” A gasp catches in your throat, hands unconsciously curling against his scalp. He notices, and flashes you a lazy smirk. “You can do that, can’t you?”

Something akin to adoration blooms in your chest, and before you can blurt out something embarrassing—like I love you—there’s a soft click that has The Bullet Bestie revving up inside of you. You gasp, the sudden vibrations deep inside your pussy making your hips snap forward, clit rubbing against Jungkook’s nose.

“O-Oh,” you cry, and that’s all it takes for you to lose it. Your hips start off slow, at first just savoring the wet drag of his tongue against your lips, his nose against your clit. He sticks his tongue out for you, and part of you wants to tell him he’s a good boy, that corny hentai ad flashing in your mind, but you doubt you’ll survive the aftermath of that. Once you find that perfect pace, your hands are practically yanking at his hair, pushing him further into the mattress as you ride his face like he’s nothing but a toy. “Kook, Jungkook,” you pant, grinding your lower lips against his all too eager mouth.

It feels oddly weird being over him like this, using him like this. You like to think you and Jungkook have equal power in the bedroom, but you will admit that more often than not, he assumes control by default. You’re not particularly bothered by that, because you doubt you’d ever come up with the crazy ideas Jungkook did when he was horny (okay, a lie, because you definitely have thought of crazy sex schemes before).

But, this moment…

The power was quickly going to your head. “Fuck,” you sob, roughly dragging the length of your pussy over and over his face. The hands around your thighs are pressing against your skin with a strength that would hurt were you not blinded by arousal. His eyes are shut, lids fluttering open every now and then as he watches you buck wildly over his face like he was a pillow in high school and your parents were gone for the weekend.

It doesn’t help that the rhythmic pulses of the vibrator inside of you are doing their job well, the tongue that slips into your pussy joining together to form a powerful combination. It’s ultimately what has you halting your manic thrusts, instead falling into a slow grind over him. Your hips circle, eyes squeezed shut as you lose yourself in the lapping of his tongue against your dripping hole. “Mmmf,” you mewl, biting down on your lower lip as the wet muscle prods against a delicate spot within you. You hear feels light, view of the gorgeous man beneath you obstructed by the eyelids that can't seem to stay open. “N-No,” you cry, pulling his hair more roughly than you intended to in order to redirect him. “There, there,” you whimper, holding him tight against your pussy.

Beneath you, Jungkook exhales harshly against your lips, hands moving frantically over your thighs as he works his tongue inside of you alongside the bullet vibrator. If you weren’t so caught up in your own pleasure, all kinds of sounds spilling from your lips, you would have heard the quiet moans that fall from his. Alas.

It takes a few more pulses from the toy and a few more licks from Jungkook until you’re coming for the third time that night, features twisting up as your pussy clenches around his tongue before spilling down his mouth. Your back arches, a defeated moan escaping you as you release the same mess he’d claimed to clean up onto his lovely face. You can barely breathe afterwards, mouth dry and head dizzy when Jungkook finally pops back out from between your thighs. You barely have enough time to lift yourself up, pussy lightly brushing across his Adam’s apple as you stop yourself from crushing his windpipe. It makes you twitch.

“Good girl,” Jungkook praises with a cheeky smile that distracts you from the bullet toy he retrieves from your quivering cunt. His face is absolutely glistening from your arousal, skin warm and flush. He’s looking up at you like you’re some mythical goddess and he’s but a humble villager coming to pay his respects at the temple that is your body. Fuck, were you okay? You don’t think you’ve ever felt this good in your entire life, and Jungkook’s mushy gaze was doing things to your heart.

He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh before helping you off of him, laughing meanly when you flop limply down beside him. He’s still fully clothed, a fact that irks you when he leans over to kiss you with that glossy face of his. “D’you like it?” he mumbles, kissing softly down your face. You nod, legs twitching from the aftermath of that wild ride. “I saw it, y’know,” he says suddenly.

“Saw what?” you mumble, mindlessly rolling your head to the side and exposing more skin when he begins kissing along your neck.

Jungkook says nothing, just rolls over you. Part of you thinks he’s crazy, but you’re suddenly hit with the realization that while Jungkook’s drawn three orgasms out of you in the course of an hour, you hadn’t done anything for him. Before you can dive head first into swallowing his cock, he’s kissing you softly. “That stupid face,” he smirks, slotting his mouth against yours. “That weird, now realistic face,” he tacks on.

You huff out a laugh, throwing your leg around his waist comfortably. Jungkook smiles, kisses you one last time before settling in your arms, face cutely pressed in between your boobs. “Hey,” you call, “don't you wanna cum too?”

He shakes his head, a soft sigh filling the air. “Nah,” he says, cuddles closer into you. “Rest now, baby.”

You roll your eyes. “I can feel your dick against my thigh,” you point out, wiggling your pelvis upward to brush against his throbbing erection. Jungkook holds you down in an effort to stop you. “Fuck me.”

He groans against your collarbone. “No, you’re tired,” he tries to convince you, but his skin is warm and flushed in the way it always gets when he’s riled up. “Sleep.”

With the leg around his hip, you pull him closer. “Fuck me, Jungkookie,” you purr, using the hands in his hair to turn his face up towards yours. His dark eyes are drawn down cutely, pouty lips too. “Use my body,” you suggest, “I’m yours anyway.”

His eyes flutter shut, a quiet whimper falling from his lips. “Don’t say that,” he sighs, “makes me wanna do very mean things to you.”

You smile. “You can do whatever you want to me, don’t you know that?” Another groan, his head falling forward until he’s hiding in your neck. Still, there’s movement from below, he sweats slipping down at his hips until that throbbing cock is pressed into the tiny crease where your thigh meets your pelvis. There’s a moment of hesitation, and you wonder if this is what he felt like earlier when he’d managed to get you to sit on his face. “Inside, Jungkookie,” you murmur, reaching down to line him up with your sensitive entrance. He whines softly, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you close. “Good boy.”

Despite your earlier belief that you’d never survive an encounter with Jungkook after using such a term on him, the result is much different from what you had anticipated. He visibly melts into your arms, cock slipping past your folds easily. “No,” he says, his voice feathery and whiny against your ear. “I can’t.”

You soothe a hand down his back, eyes fluttering shut as he begins slowly rutting against your swollen lips. “That’s it,” you encourage, tugging softly at his wavy hair. Jungkook moans wantonly against your neck, rolling his hips harshly against you until his arms are the only things keeping you from jostling out of his hold. “Do you like this pussy?” you ask, purposefully clenching around him, tummy tightening at the stimulation you keep packing on.

Jungkook shudders, pace growing slipping inside of you. “Yes,” he pants, “s-so wet… creamy.”

“Yeah?” you huff, pressing a smiley kiss against his forehead. “It’s yours.”

“Ffffuck,” Jungkook chokes, picking up his pace as his well-deserved orgasm reaches its peak. He’s breathing harshly now, and it’s taking everything in you to keep your pussy tight around him. But after the night he’d given you, the sounds and faces he pulled from you, it’s the least you can do. Besides, your body, after being so thoroughly pleased, still rears up for one final orgasm with him. “Mine,” he growls, bucking his hips into you. “You’re mine, baby, mine,” he seethes, ending his little tryst with a piston of his hips that makes you gasp, body almost unconsciously spasming around him. It’s painful, but so, so delicious how he manages to pull this last orgasm from you as he finally busts inside of you.

He comes with a stuttering garble of words, none of which you catch as he collapses into your hold for the final time that night. “Fuck,” he pants afterwards, leaning into your touch when he finally registers the soft combing of fingers through his hair. “That was evil.”

You laugh, pulling him closer. “As evil as you making me suffer through three orgasms before putting your dick in me?” you tease. Jungkook slips out of you, and you know it’ll be a hassle to clean your sheets tomorrow but it’s worth it.

“It’s called building the scene,” he weakly defends, blindly tugging the puffy blanket over the two of you. “I was gonna rhyme it with that horrible website you made me use but I already forgot it’s name.”

“Rude,” you snap, “it’s called KissAnime.”

“And fore-play,” he suddenly says, and you almost yank his eyeballs out of their sockets for doing that stupid thing again.

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epilogue 

Two weeks later, your favorite website and home to hentai ads is shut down after years of piracy. Jungkook laughs at your demise, sits and actually cackles at your heartbreak, until he eventually comforts you with his flaming demon cock and a subscription to both Crunchyroll and Funimation. Doyeon spends weeks tracking down a missing package, apparently some freebie she’d gotten for being such an avid customer on Sexuality Unleashed: The Best Toys Worldwide! before eventually finding it in your drawer. And because her and Jungkook have some awkward life-long rivalry for your attention, he doesn’t pay for that. 

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[yyxgin]

a lot has happened at work recently!! but who cares bleh. libra season!!! which means bday celebrations!! except i’m at work BOO 👎 and my two assistant managers have officially left (i’m helping them move on wednesday) and they were probably the only two who knew when my bday was apart from my supervisor but he’s gone to a different branch to train to be an assistant manager before coming back so i’m super bummed bc now i have to deal w al the new staff by myself 😭

also one of the ladies in kp read my palms?? and she told me i spend too much money impulsively which isn’t false… but i have to spend money impulsively or if spend none at all (which is good for saving ig) but i’d also be doing nothing other than working and that would make me sad lol. she also told me bc i’m a libra this month i’ll be unlucky with love but lucky with money so 🥺🙏🙏 i was having a relatively bad day that day so she was cheering me up n all of that.

did i tell you when my txt and skz albums came, they also came like a week or two later (again) bc they’d accidentally doubled up my order? it was like heaven with skz bc changbin baby is my ult n he was in some of the pulls for the second album 🥵🥵 the limited edition of no easy confuses me bc it’s not like the last one of theirs i bought and typically groups stick to a style when they design albums like mamamoo are all in these cute magnetic flip box thingies and nct’s are all little books type things as well as txt’s but skz switched it up and there’s a fair bit of loose stuff? but it’s okay bc i have two posters n all of the mini flip card things for the members and some bangchan (i’m gifted in pulling chan).

im also hopefully getting a car?? the barman hasn’t gone to prison yet bc the court keep moving his sentencing date(s?) so when i discussed this w my mum she said they’ll probably throw it out and relief filled me!! but ik i shouldn’t be so hopeful but at the same time it’s like why would you mess someone around so much? anyway i’ll move on, i wanted to drop him home in my car bc he deserves a lift everyday what a sweetheart❣️ my co-worker facetimed me today as it was my day off and i said hi to everyone it was so heartwarming to see everyone missing me but also not bc my manager overworks me and he knows that after this weekend 💉🩸

im jumping about with my points and things i want to say but i’m horrible at internet friends so this is okay for me as recently i’ve just not had energy for any friends which is awful of me but i’m still trying to find the balance between work and social. also everyone’s gone to uni and i’m just chilling. i like my life.

i want to redecorate my room. i don’t like the vibe other than when people compliment my kpop wall bc it’s a bunch of my art and then other peoples art and i thoroughly enjoy decorating w pictures and stickers and stuff but it’s literally just a door and it’s depresses me that my happiness is reduced to the back of a singular door now. i want to redo the vibe in my room and make it more me. i’ve never felt comfortable until recently and even now i’m going back to feeling uncomfy now that i know i want it a certain way and to give a certain vibe. idk, maybe it’s bc i watched sex education and seeing lily’s room in the most recent season (i won’t say much more in case you are watching/haven’t seen it yet) really made me realise i want to love myself and love the space i create for myself more. do you enjoy your space you’ve created for yourself? i always feel like peoples rooms say a lot about them as a person but how they see their room in their own eyes always says more.

i want to ask loads of questions and am awful at asking them so please just tell me everything i missed or should be updated on!! ily, always

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LIBRA SEASON !!! omg did i ask you when's your bday ?? i hope i didn't miss it. >:( happy birthday !!!! you deserve so much love. also, i'm sorry about your managers leaving. dealing with new staff is hella stressful and i hope you don't have to have too much responsibility and nerves <3

ooh palm readings are hella interesting. i've never had one but i think i'd like to try. spending money impulsively isn't a bad thing, if it's not an irresponsible spending. and if it is,, well who cares. yolo. i feel you on that tho, bc even tho i am really stingy w money, sometimes i just buy stuff i don't need and act on impulse.

OMG THAT IS A DREAM ?? getting free albums ?? (at least i hope they were free lmao). i like it when groups stick to one type of packaging although i must say i dont like the book thingies nct uses bc there is no magnetic part so it falls apart on my shelf and i hate that. i acutally like the sleeve packaging txt's albums have ?? everyone seems to bitch abt it on tiktok but i find it the most conveniet. also i'm glad changbin came home to you <3

YAAAY TO THE CAR !! AND ALSO TO YOUR COWORKER. i am praying he won't have to go, then, i am really hopeful. he is a sweet soul and doesn't deserve that. pleeease don't put up with your boss overworking you. take care of yourself :(

YOURE NOT HORRIBLE AT INTERNET FRIENDS we are besties. okay ??? and its totally okay to have no energy for friends as well, bc as you can see, i am struggling as well recently. it took me so long to reply to this ask and i feel so bad but it is what it is :// social battery has been low and i am busy with studying and work and trying to put my shit together. i am rooting for you !! <3

go for the decorating !! i actually haven't watched sex education and am not planning on watching so i dont really understand what you mean, but i hope you get to create a space for yourself when you feel free and comfortable. i share a room with my brother so its kind of difficult to decorate it how i want it, but i honestly like sharing a room tbh. he's not here half the time anyway so it's good to see him at least when we go to sleep lmao. but i have a bunch of stuff in my corner that are kpop and my side is full of plants, so i feel good surrounded by them hihi. i like it here.

i don't have many updates. i am actually living a very boring life, so i have nothing to share. preparing for graduation exams has been making me anxious and also depressed with everything that's been going on lately, but it's okay. i'll pull myself together <3 i love you a lot, take care !! i missed you

[league-of-thots]

For You, mae amare

Pairing: Shouto x reader

Warnings: sensory deprivation (mild), little bit of food play, nipple clamps

Word Count: ~3.3k

A/N: This is a rather late bday fic for the wonderful @burnedbyshoto im sorry its late!! I really wanted to get shouto as well as i could so i may have re-written it a few times LOL. in all seriousness im so happy to call you my friend and i hope you enjoy!!

         It’s a normal day when you decide to ask your boyfriend to try a little something new in the bedroom

“Hey Shouto,” you start. He looks up from his book, the hand that had been stroking your leg gently stopping as he quirks an eyebrow at you. “I’ve been thinking about something, and I’d like you to hear me out before you decide on anything.” You’re a little nervous at what he’ll think, given its outside the normal range of your activities, but mostly you’re excited to see if he’ll agree to it.

         “That’s something you say before you suggest something that is probably dumb, or something I’m not going to like.” He says with a pout, and you have to crush the urge to reach out and brush the longer strands of his hair above his undercut back into place.

         “Shouto, how was I supposed to know that the ropes would snap, they said they were quirk proof!” you say exasperated, having been over this multiple times. “You’re too hot baby.” You smirk at him and he groans at your words.

         He sighs, “Fine. I’ll listen to it, but I swear if it’s anything else where I’m off the ground I’m putting my foot down.” You knew he meant it, Shouto was a man of few words, but one that stuck to them. You remembered how long it took to convince him that changing his hairstyle would not drastically alter his fighting. Midoriya had been close to tears by then end when he’d finally decided that he wanted to spite his dad more than he cared about miniscule changes in his fighting style.

         For a pretty quiet guy, he got his point across when he wanted to and was oddly stubborn about certain small things.

         So, you’d explained to him, a couple times having to reassure him there was no chances for him to fall, your idea. To your surprise, he actually seemed interested in it, you could tell from the way he bit the inside of his cheek and the slight quirk of his eyebrow.

         People that thought Shouto Todoroki didn’t show his thoughts with his body were wrong, you could read him like an open book. Right now, that book was telling you that he found the idea of you much smaller frame dominating him and taking away his senses and movement was extremely interesting to him.

         You knew that you had him on board with you even before he gave his verbal consent, and you were exhilarated at the possibilities that would be open to you. You sit up straight and pull him over by his shirt to give him a quick kiss in your good mood and immediately got back on your phone to start doing some more in depth research on what you could do to him, and what you should possibly stay away from.

         Something that was intriguing to you was how easily you’d be able to incorporate kinks that the two of you already had and fulfilled quite often. Apparently, it would also feel different for Shouto, who during the time would be deprived of a few senses, which was something else to consider. You wanted to use the familiarity Shouto would have with the normal motions to calm him through the sensory deprivation so he’d enjoy it, but if it would also feel new to him, you didn’t want to overwhelm him.

         Another thing stressed was that aftercare had to include slowly and carefully giving him back his senses and to make sure he was well comforted afterwards. That wouldn’t be a sweat for you, you liked to think that you gave damn fine aftercare and you feel like Shouto would agree with that.

         After research and planning, you decided to check if you still had ample supplies for your ideas, which was a good idea because you realized you were low on lube, candles and sauces. You wanted to stick to only touch based ones because you wanted to take away his sight, and didn’t want to startle or turn him off with harsh sounds. It was also the reason you decided to only do it with his eyes completely covered, you know that Shouto prefers being eased into new ideas in the bedroom, one of his own personal requests that you always make sure to follow.

         You don’t have time during the next few days to actually head out to the shop and restock on supplies and buy a few new things. It makes you impatient and Shouto can tell and it amuses him to no end.

         “I mean I could just fuck you normally? I know it’s not as, ah- thrilling?, as your idea. But I’m not a bad lay.” He nearly hides the laughter in his voice but you catch it, and give him an unimpressed look. But you take him up on the offer anyways, not being one to turn down sex with your amazing boyfriend.

         It also made you a lot less antsy to get your idea rolling, you decided to just go with the time would show itself when it was ready. Besides, having it come about naturally would be way more fun for the both of you. So, you placed some order online instead of rushing out and waited.

           Just over a week later, you came home to your house with a package sitting on your front porch. At first, you’d forgotten what it was, but were quickly reminded when you thought about it, and you jogged up to your door with some pep in your step. Shouto wouldn’t be home until later that evening, had already told you not to wait up for dinner, and so you’d have time to prepare.

         You knew it’d been a few tough weeks on him, so this was bound to be a way to relieve some of that pent-up frustration. He did the same for you after all. Until then though, you had a few hours to kill, so you ordered some Thai take out and sat down to watch some Netflix on your couch.

         While you were eating you got a few texts from Shouto saying he almost got out early, but there was an emergency that he had to go help with. Sending back a quick “Stay safe, I love you,” you turn off Netflix in favour of the news, trying to see what was going on that had taken him away from home.

         You turn it on to see that a villain had caused a truck to crash with a gas station, creating a large explosion and setting fire to the surrounding buildings. You saw some sheets of ice going up to cover the building and you knew that was why your boyfriend had been called in to help. He had a good quirk for helping to contain the damage and helping to rescue civilians from the buildings.

         Part of you wanted to watch it, but part of you hated seeing your boyfriend throw himself into dangerous situations. You couldn’t turn it off though, you had to watch as he saved person after person, teaming up with his sidekicks to make sure that the most unstable zones were taken care of first.

         Luckily, everything seemed to go fine, and the news eventually switched over to something else. You tried to relax, easing your mind with the fact that you saw the entire thing taken from an emergency zone to a relatively stable situation. You give him a quick text, telling him you saw him on the news, asking him if he was all right. He quickly shoots you back a quick thumbs up and a “be home as soon as I can”. Sighing in relief you go to grab a drink from the liquor cabinet, craving some alcohol to calm the rest of your nerves. Gin is the way to go tonight, you think, quickly draining a first glass and pouring yourself another.

         By the time Shouto comes into the house, you’re mildly tipsy and you run up to greet him as he hangs his jacket up in the front closet.

         “Shoooou-!” You throw yourself into him and he reacts with reflexes befitting a tired pro hero, quickly turning and catching you. “Missed you, babe!”

         “Yeah, I missed you too- wait, are you drunk?” his eyes narrow in concern.

         “No, hun, just a bit tipsy.” You bring him down and start kissing him intensely, the excitement, anxiety and love you felt today just tipping over into your actions. He responds easily to you, pulling back only when he needs to breathe.

         “What’s gotten into you tonight?”

         “Just missed you today, I was stressed about you, and excited ‘cause the toys came in. You’ve had such a hard week and I’m so excited, I think you’re going to love it Shou, I really do!” you’re babbling a bit but he follows your words, eyes never leaving your face as you talk.

         “I’m sure if you thought of it for me that I’ll really enjoy myself, love.” He presses his lips sweetly to yours, and lets you take control. You lick into his mouth, he tastes like strawberries – he must’ve had some before he got home – and you slowly guide him to the bedroom. Your lips never leave his until you’ve gotten him onto the bed.

         “You trust me, right?” You know he does, but you want him to verbalize it.

         “Of course.”

         “You’re going to tell me if you need to stop then, alright?”

         He gives you a look that clearly says ‘let’s get on with this, then’ and you roll your eyes.

         “Fine, fine, I’m getting the stuff now. Get your clothes off.” You hurry over to where you’d kept them all put together.

         “I thought you’d want to rip them off given you’re being the dom tonight, babe?” You can hear the teasing tone of his voice and you ignore him, slowly turning around.

         “Get them off. Now.” Your hand is on your hip as you glare at your boyfriend from across the room. You see him take a deep breath, eyes taking you in. His pupils are dilated, betraying his excitement he’d tried to hide with his teasing.

         You toss the things onto the bed as he scrambles out of his clothes, you slowly taking them off as you walk towards him. You’re wearing the pale blue that happens to be his favourite. Sitting down in front of him on the bed, you grab the rope from beside your body and you crawl over him. You kiss him deeply, hands grabbing his as the two of you get lost within each other. You pull away panting when you’ve managed to maneuver his hands above his head, grinning down at your dazed boyfriend.

         You quickly tie his wrists together, tying his wrists to bedpost behind him as you go back down to kiss his neck, slowly, sensually. He groans, trying to grind his hips up from underneath you. You move to sit down above his hips so he can’t do anything, the tent in his boxers obvious.

         “You don’t get anything yet Sho, don’t be impatient.” He whines a bit at that, but stops wiggling around. You go back down, pressing open mouthed kisses to his chest, leaving marks every few kisses and he grunts in approval.

         After marking him up a bit, you ease off of him, looking to get the thick and soft eye mask you’d gotten and turn to him.

         “Ready?”

         “Yeah, let’s do it Y/N.” You love how dishevelled he looks just from the small make out sessions the two of you had, his cheeks red and breathing thinner than usual. You carefully ease the blindfold over his eyes and kiss him gently. You admire your handiwork and stroke his hair. You can feel him shudder beneath you; he loves it when you stroke his hair.

         “Feels ok, Sho?” He nods once in assent. “Alright then let’s see how this feels then.” You begin working you way down his body, hands smoothly going down caressing the taught muscles of his sides. You leave marks all down his body and he groans in pleasure at the sting of the bites. You love to mark him almost as much as he likes to mark you, and you love the way the red and purple bites look on his pale skin.

         When you reach his boxers, you’re unsurprised to find them stained with precum, his length still straining against the fabric of his clothes. You slowly wiggle them down and his cock springs up to slap his stomach. He lets out a sigh of relief that turns into a stifled moan as you like a stripe from the bottom of his cock to the tip, teasing the tip with swirls from your tongue.

         You take the head into your mouth and he bucks his hips upwards, trying to get you to stop teasing him. You pull off completely and he groans in frustration.

         “Be good and just sit there Sho, or else I won’t let you cum at all, how’s about that?”

         “No, don’t do that, I’ll stay still. Just please get on with it, it feels so good…”

         “Don’t make me stop you again.” You warn, and he shakes his head almost frantically.

         Taking him once again into your mouth, still slowly, you notice he’s straining so hard against his impulses to fuck upwards into your mouth. Seeing him do this for you fills you with power and lust, and you suddenly take him deep in your throat, your nose tickling his neatly trimmed pubes.

         “Fuck!” he shouts out in surprise. “God you feel so fucking good babe, you’re so good to me!” Bolstered by his praise, you continue to bob your head, quicker than before. You feel your own slick dampening your panties and you hear the noises he’s making, loving how wrecked he sounds. You look up to see his head thrown back and your hand goes up to play with his balls.

         He must like that, because he cums without warning, leg muscles tensing up as thick ropes of cum shoot down your throat. You swallow it all with a little difficulty and pull off of him. He’s breathing heavily, his dick now soft again, but you know with what you have planned, that won’t be the case for very long.

         “That’s just the start Sho. I have a bit more for you.” You say, grabbing the nipple clamps from beside you. You circle the cool metal around his nipples until the pebble up and you clamp the first one down, which he takes stoically. The second one however, elicits a soft whimper from him. “Ah, but you’ve done this a few times before, babe. Does it feel different now?”

         “Better,” he chokes out. “It feels better.”

         “Well that’s what I was hoping for, so that’s good for me to hear.” Having said that, you grab the chocolate sauce you’d gotten and click open the cap. “You know what I have, don’t you Shotou?”

         “Something in a bottle, I don’t think its lube?”

         “It’s not.” You then start to pour some of the sauce down his stomach, putting some up by his collar bones and neck. “Keep your mouth closed.” He nods once more as you pour some of the sauce onto his lips. Leaning down, you start kissing him, tasting the sweet chocolate, and he takes that as an open invitation to open his own mouth and get a tast for himself.

         You stay there, making out with him, the sweetness making it more fun, until you pull back and start licking away the sauce on his neck.

         “Ah, your tongue shouldn’t be allowed to move like that! How am I supposed to stand a chance?” His voice is pitched low with arousal. You smirk against his skin, but don’t answer, continuing to enjoy the sweet moans – and sauce – as long as you could.

         However, after moving down to his stomach, his noises, cut off. You look up and see the reason why, he’s bitten his lip to keep from crying out anymore. That won’t do.

         “Shouto, I want to hear you, pretty boy. Stop biting your lip please, or else I won’t ride you like I planned and you can use your hand.”

         “No, no. Alright fine. You’re picky today.”

         “I’m going to do you a favour and ignore that one.” You slip off your panties, seeing as he’s hard again as you straddle him. You loved riding him, it was so fun to set the pace and make a mess of him.

         You line yourself up, and ease yourself down slowly. You wince a little from the stretch, so caught up that you’d forgotten to prep yourself, but with a few rolls of your hips you got him completely inside you. The vein on the underside of his cock felt as good as always, and you teasingly clenched your muscles and Shouto let out another set of curses that would have his PR team in tears had he said that in public.

         Laughing slightly, you begin to bring your hips up slowly, and slam them down all the way. As you set a pace, Shouto catches on and starts bucking up into you as you slam down, hitting deep into your pussy, and you let out a cry of surprise and pleasure.

         “Shit, Shouto! Just like that!” you can feel yourself clenching in pleasure around him, the entire situation and the stimulation of your clit slapping against his hips bringing you closer and closer to your own orgasm.

         Shouto must sense this, because as you falter, he thrusts up into you harder, grunting at the exertion, having to do it without much help with his arms. He manages to hit that spot inside you that has you seeing stars and crying out his name as you clamp down on his cock and cum. With a final thrust deep inside you, Shouto comes as well, releasing once again and then sinking into the mattress.

         You ease yourself off, whispering sweet nothings to your boyfriend and lying down beside him, running your fingers through his soft and silky hair. You feel blissed out from you orgasm so you forget that he’s tied up and can’t take off the blindfold.

         “Hey, Y/N? I do love having you snuggled against me, but I think it’s way better when I can actually hold you.”

         “Oh my god, I’m sorry Sho!” you quickly scramble up, untying his wrists from the bedposts and each other. You hold his much larger hands in your own, kissing at the slightly irritated skin that came from the bindings. You do the same thing, showing lots of love and care to his chest as well after removing the clamps. Throughout this, you hear sighs of satisfaction and pleasure from your boyfriend.

         You slowly take off the blindfold as look into his eyes. He grabs your face gently, guiding you in for a kiss that’s all sweet and slow. You sigh as he pulls away, and you set your head down onto his chest, looking up at his face. He stares back at you, lovingly.

         “So? Yes, no, maybe?”

         He chuckles. “Yes, way better than the swing.”

         “When are you going to drop the damn swing already?”

         “Hey, I didn’t drop it, it dropped me.” You groan and stick your face into his chest. “In all seriousness, it was really different. But in a good way.”

         “I’m glad. You feeling a bit more relaxed?”

         “Yes, but I’m sure I’ll feel even more relaxed if we can clean up and cuddle a bit.” You laugh at the rather pointed suggestion.

         “Alright, princess. Let’s go get us all cleaned up then.”

[namuneulbo]

week nine

i had my first volleyball practice after winter break and it was sm fun !! i couldnt play very well though haha

tuesday. i remember having yoghurt for breakfast and skipping lunch which led to me having to skip band practice bc i was too hungry to even stand up properly. i did go pick up a package on the way home though (even though i almost forgot). my mom had thankfully already started making dinner when i came home so i got some wok in my system quite quickly. the package was a present for j, a kpop album. i had ordered three and the two others came a few weeks ago and i was scared this one wouldnt arrive before the stockholm trip but thankfully it did !!!!!!! im so happy ill be able to give it to her in person :DD

on thursday i went to an online workshop w nathan east. it was really interesting and he was so nice!! i didnt have any questions but i listened to the whole thing like a podcast while trying, emphasis on trying, to pick an outfit for friday. i was quite busy texting my friends e, l, m and t too though so at times i couldnt listen very well. sorry, nathan! ur great though! keep doing ur thing!

FRIDAY! i came 30 mins late to maths bc i thought we started at 10:30 and not 10... i caught up quickly though bc the concept was quite easy. anyways, in the evening i hung out w e and m for the first time (along w l and t) and it was sm fun !!! theyre so nice and funny. im so excited about having a couple of new friends to hang out w ^^

saturday. i slept quite well. i had a dream i met yohio and he complimented my outfit. i had quite a productive day and ordered a bday gift for t and the site happened to have a sale so i got a fall out boy shirt for myself. im kind of scared of how itll fit but well see ig. in the evening i went to ls place to watch umk. j, k and s also came! l had prepared so many snacks !!!!!! we had dark chocolate, vegetables and chips w dip, strawberries, mixed chocolates, jellies, those chewy fruit thingies and cherry tomatoes. we also had pepsi max and water for drinks.

as for umk, i reallyreally loved isaac sene and him not winning made me so sad but ig i kind of knew the rasmus would win. im excited to see what isaac does in the future though bc hes so cute and funny and talented and kuuma jäbä is such a good song.

its early sunday rn. 01:22. i hope im not mixing military time and am/pm time in these posts (i probably am though). anyways its am rn. today will be a long day. in the morning i will take a proper long shower and shave my bodyodyody and then ill have to prepare outfits and pack for stockholm. im so excited!!!!!!!! i enjoy packing though, i think its fun so i dont think it will be too bad. im just less excited about spending three hours in the bathroom shaving in the morn. ill listen to very really good while i do it though so hopefully kurtis can keep me good company.

ive also as a whole been so obsessed w chocolate cereal this week ???

sotw: too good - troye sivan

[taeinmycup]

Happy Birthday, Taehyung (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: smut, fluff

Warnings: yeah.... it’s just 5.5k words full of filthy smut don’t read it if you... don’t read smut.

Words: 5.5k

You surprise Taehyung with an ‘oh so lovely’ birthday gift, and what could be a better surprise than you yourself; wrapped in nothing else but a single red ribbon.

A/N: i...... cannot believe i actually wrote this for tae’s bday hskgajkghjkshgjk. i got inspired by a tweet about this piece of clothing. anyways taehyung, happy birthday!! i love u and i hope you don’t ever read this asdfghjkl

You take the small, but tight wrapped package out of the mailman’s hands, feeling your cheeks getting burnt as your mind seems to remember what the content of this package was supposed to be. You cannot help to feel a bit ashamed all of a sudden – although the oblivious mailman in front of you only wanted you to take the package quickly, so that he could move on to his delivery address. Seeing the frown on his middle-aged face and his impatient posture, you assume that he must love his job very much. NOT.

“Please sign here, miss,” the mailman tells you, handing you a device on which you are supposed to confirm the package has arrived at your house. You silently thank the mailman for delivering your package, before you quickly close your front door. However, you did not miss the man’s irritated grunt, but he walked away before you could throw back a remark.

You put the package down on the salon table in the middle of your living room, eying it down for a couple of seconds before checking your watch. 5:50 PM. You rub your palms in a nervous manner as you realize your husband would come home in less than an hour, and for the last time, you go through your plan in your head thoroughly – somehow not believing that you are actually doing this.

Three weeks ago, when you and Taehyung were wandering around the streets randomly – just enjoying the fresh winter breeze in general – the two of you stumbled upon a new sex shop three streets next to your favourite restaurant. You remember Taehyung’s glistening eyes and his cocky smirk as he eyed a particular clothing wrapped around a mannequin displayed behind the store’s window.

“It would be nice if you could surprise me with that on my birthday, love.” You remember his words as if it was yesterday, and the chills down your spine that came with it as he whispered these words in your ear. As soon as you laid your eyes around the exposed clothing, you immediately disregarded the idea in your head. You would rather throw yourself of a cliff than wearing such type of clothing. You were not even sure you could call it ‘clothing’ – since it was basically just a red ribbon wrapped around the chest area and a little bit around the intimate part down there.

You and Taehyung had many similarities, which was why the two of you are going strong for almost four years now. However, your sexual preferences are not part of the similarities – which was made clear with Taehyung’s suggestion three weeks ago. You simply prefer soft, vanilla sex – while Taehyung… tends to go for the more extreme actions. To your luck, the two of you never went any further than a belt and a Gucci tie – which you are happy about, but you cannot help but feel bad for Taehyung. After all, he always complies to your wishes –  telling you that he does not mind the soft, innocent-like sex – but you know that he is always up for a level higher.

Which is why you’re eying the brown, small package in front of you on the salon table once again, for once wanting to grant Taehyung’s wishes, instead of him granting yours.

After all, it is his birthday today.

With your semi-trembling hands, you pick up the package, before darting to your bedroom in a quick pace – as if you were afraid to get caught after doing a bad deed, but you know that it does not make sense at all, since you are all alone at home.

You close the door – a bit too loud to your preference – and you get a scissor from a random drawer in your desk. With a deep breath, you sit down on the bed you shared with Taehyung, before opening the package carefully. A short breath hitches in your throat after the package is unwrapped completely, the bright shade of red catching your eye in a second. Unconsciously, you stroke the satin ribbon with your fingertips, unable to believe that it will be wrapped around your naked body in less than an hour.

Fuck, you needed to hurry up.

You get out of your comfortable clothes with ease, the beat of your heart rapidly increasing with every piece of clothing that you disregard. As your naked body comes in contact with a random cool breeze, you cannot help but feel a small shiver go down your spine. You then pick up the red ribbon with your hands, scanning it quickly with your eyes moving up and down – mentally preparing yourself.

It takes you quite a few minutes to wrap the ribbon around your body correctly – a small number of curses escaping your lips unconsciously in the process of putting it on – but you eventually manage to do it. Biting down your bottom lip, you look in the mirror to get a glimpse of your reflection, honestly not feeling less naked than the moment before you had put on the red ribbon. However, as you eye your reflection, you suddenly understand why Taehyung loves… these kinds of things.

You looked fucking hot.

You let your hands go wander through your frame – from your boobs (where you can see the ribbon being tied up in a bow) down to your stomach. Although you were not a huge fan of this, you really have to admit that the ribbon fits you well. It manages to make you feel sexy for the very first time in your life.

You take one last glimpse at your reflection, before walking away from your mirror, only to put on your satin robe – since your house felt really chill with only a satin ribbon wrapped around your body. As you check the time, you find out that it took you exactly fifteen minutes to get ready, so you have a little more than thirty minutes to prepare yourself mentally for Taehyung’s birthday ‘surprise’, before he would come home.

To get some distraction, you do some cleaning, since that needed to happen as well. You and Taehyung were so busy these days that whole weeks went by without cleaning the house thoroughly, but you do not realize this until you do the cleaning – instant regrets seeping into you in a fast pace. It takes you a rough twenty minutes – and practically half of your energy – to do the dishes and to vacuum the living room, and you make a mental note to yourself to clean the rest of the house on the next day. Surprisingly enough, you were not too uncomfortable to do the cleaning with a single ribbon wrapped around your frame – which you are happy about, of course.  

You have ten minutes to regain your breath and energy before Taehyung arrives, so you just sit down on the sofa with a glass of red wine in your hand, smiling down at it as you reminisce your honeymoon with Taehyung – where you had your first sip of red wine. The first sip was disgusting, you had to admit. However, Taehyung was – and still is – a huge lover of red wine, and because the man drinks it at least once a week, you eventually had learned yourself to drink it without gagging; up to the point that also you cannot live without it right now. Ironic, really.

A sudden notification from your phone takes you out of your daze, which was placed on the other side of the salon table. You put down the wine glass on the table, before leaning over to grab your phone – which was lightened up because of the tons of messages you got from no one else than… Wendy, your best friend since elementary school.

From Wendy: did u put it on?? From Wendy: i bet it suits you rlly well, u are hot From Wendy: tae’s gonna like it ;)))

You cannot help but roll your eyes at your best friend’s messages, a smile growing on your face as you type in a reply.

From you: i put it on and i honestly thought it would be uncomfortable but to my surprise it fits really well From you: and yeah. i actually look rlly hot what the actual fuck

You honestly would not know what to do if Wendy would not be by your side as your mental support – and you will always be grateful towards her for that. Wendy and you are basically sticking with each other like glue was put on the two of you. She knows all of your ins and outs, while you know hers as well. Besides, without Wendy, you would not be able to meet Taehyung as well, since he was a good friend of her boyfriend – soon to be husband – Yoongi.

From Wendy: u always look hot girl. but i’m sure you look a thousand times hotter now ;))) From you: well thx sis. i gotta go now, tae will be here in less than five minutes BITCH IM NOT READY From Wendy: okay gOOD LUCK TELL ME HOW IT WENT OKAY I LOVE YOU

You grimace at her last reply, asking yourself if you really want to tell her everything. Sure, she knows a lot about your sex life with Taehyung, but of course, you did not tell her everything. You respected your privacy with Taehyung and you did not want to traumatize Wendy with your ‘exciting’ stories as well – although you are sure of the fact that Wendy and Yoongi have shared more extreme intimate moments with each other than you and Taehyung ever had.

All of a sudden, you hear the loud click of your front door, and as an automatic reaction you jolt out of your seat, standing straight up as you waited for your husband to come in. Not long after the click of the front door, you hear the familiar footsteps – his shoes making a soft sound against the surface of the laminated floor. You take a deep breath to calm down your heart, which was pounding rapidly against your chest – so loud that the sound of it almost overwhelms Taehyung’s footsteps.

After a minute, the door of your living room flings open with a loud sound – and if you were not so nervous like this, you would have laughed at his eagerness to see you. The next thing you see, is a worn-out, but happy Taehyung smiling down at you, his arms wide open as a signal for you to run into his arms for a tight hug. You shake your head in amusement, letting out a giggle as you do exactly what he wants – running into his arms for a tight hug from your favourite person in the world.

At first, Taehyung does not seem to notice your unusual attire. However, as he feels your chest against his own, he lets go of you with a frown plastered on his face. It is then when he sees the pink satin robe wrapped around your body, and you see one of his eyebrows quirking up before he looks you straight into your eyes.

“Y/N, did you change clothes?” Taehyung asks dumbfounded, and it is hard for you to resist the urge to shake your head in a disapproving way.

“Yeah… I did,” you simply reply, not saying anything further as you slowly take his hand in yours, guiding him to the couch and silently telling him to sit down. Taehyung does not let out a word, and you do not know if he is quiet because he is confused or because he is too worn out to figure out what is going on exactly. A mix of both, probably.

You sit down next to him, cupping his cheek with your hand as you give him a semi-pitying look. Although Taehyung’s eyes are full of life at the moment, the rest of him basically screamed out tiredness and lack of sleep. His new job took a toll on him, you notice that. You are happy that he could live out his dream as the managing director of the most famous art-museum in the city, but he was a human as well – and humans need rest.

“You look tired, Tae. Is everything okay?” you ask him in a genuine tone, as you let your thumb stroke against his cheek gently – the skin feeling soft against the surface of your thumb. Taehyung manages to let out a little smile, taking your hand that was stroking his cheek into his own hands – the small action making you realize how big his hands were in comparison to yours.

“I’m okay,” Taehyung says as he nods slightly, tightening his grip on your hand as the smile on his face never disappears. “How about you, though? You’re acting weird,” he remarks afterwards, lowering his eyes down to your frame, once again pointing out the robe you have wrapped around your frame at the moment.

“Well… Today is a special day, right?” you voice out carefully, but the slight teasing tone in your voice is very clear, and you are sure Taehyung got a catch of it as you see him raise both of his eyebrows in utter confusion and astonishment.

“Oh no. What kind of wicked birthday surprise did you have planned?” Taehyung asks you in suspicion, letting go of your hands slowly as he leans backwards – still eying you with both of his brows raised.

“I wouldn’t say wicked. You’ll actually like it…” You bite down your bottom lip as you shift your body closer towards Taehyung. “You will like it a lot.” By now, you are whispering the words in his ear seductively – his body frame pressed against yours, causing you to feel the shiver going down his spine as he progresses your words in his mind.

Before your husband is able to utter a single word, you back away from him – only to stand up from your seat on the couch. You take a few steps away, until you are standing in front of him directly. Taehyung’s eyes follow your movement, a certain intensity reflected into them as he wets his lips with one flick of his tongue. You cannot help but even feel more nervous underneath his gaze, and the insecurities that suddenly hit you almost makes you want to back out of your plan. However, your desire to see his shocked face after he would see you clothed in a thin red ribbon was bigger than all of your insecurities – so you decide to keep going.

With that, the robe slips from your body within a nanosecond – your almost-naked body in full glory for the man in front of you, wrapped in nothing else but a satin, red ribbon.

Taehyung’s jaw-drop is almost hilarious – not to mention his huge, widened eyes rapidly flickering up and down your body.

“H-How- When- What?”

“Happy birthday, Taehyung.” The man does not move an inch as you let out these words, and your worries come back for a second. Why isn’t he saying anything? Does he not like it?

However, your negative suspicions are proven wrong when he stands up abruptly, before attacking your lips and bringing them in a heated kiss. It all happens so fast, that you are not even able to process what is happening right now. Nevertheless, you enjoy the feeling of his soft lips attached to yours – and you let yourself wander into his touch, your hands gripping his hair like your life depended on it.

Taehyung looks more beautiful than ever when he backs away from the kiss; his lips slightly red and swollen, panting heavily with his hair all fuzzy because of your hands. Once again, he lowers his eyes down to your body, eying it down hungrily while biting down on his bottom lip.

“I thought you didn’t like the idea, love?” Taehyung asks you, his lips forming a smirk as he eyes you with a one of his perfectly sculpted brows quirked up. You feel your cheeks heat up in shyness, as you fidget your fingers and avert your eyes from his gaze – attaching them on anything but on him.

“Yeah well. I might have changed my mind,” you try to reply in a nonchalant tone – not that it works though, because the words come out with a slight nervous vibration in your tone rather than a nonchalant one. At this, Taehyung furrows his brows for a second, tilting his head to the side as he kept on looking into your eyes – although you are not looking into his.

“How come? You know that you don’t have to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.” Taehyung grabs your chin in between his index finger and his thumb, moving the position of your head slightly so that you are able to look into his eyes directly. You smile at him, giving his swollen lips one small peck and giggling as you see his semi-confused face.

“You always treat me so well, Tae. I want to give something back to you- and I’m not uncomfortable with this, you have to believe me. I actually think I look smoking hot wrapped in nothing but a red ribbon…” you tell him in reassurance, but you notice that your last few words may have stirred up a hungry sparkle in Taehyung’s eyes, as he noticeably tried to shift in his position.

“You always look hot,” Taehyung groans in slight frustration – a remark from Taehyung that you totally expected. He showers you with all kinds of compliments – from looking beautiful in your baggy sweatpants and your (technically, Taehyung’s) oversized t-shirt, to looking sexy in a tight, black dress that outlined your curves clearly (only to be ripped off your body by Taehyung’s strong hands later on). You honestly never get why he gives you so many compliments, but you happily accept them.

“But,” Taehyung whispers, bringing his lips towards your ear shelf – his warm breath coming into contact with your sensitive skin. His next words make you shudder in pleasure, a light shiver going down your spine as you process his words in your brain.  

“I bet you look hotter without the ribbon on, my love.”

You try to suppress the gasp stuck in your throat, and you have to tighten your grip on Taehyung’s shoulders in order not to crash down on the floor. Your husband seems to notice your weakened position, so he tightens his grip on your waist even more – his deep chuckle vibrating against your ear.

“U-unwrap me then, Tae.” You barely manage to say these words out loud and Taehyung’s mouth was on yours once again, locking your lips with his in another heated kiss. You expect him to untie the ribbon wrapped around your body already – but to your surprise, he does not do it. You can only feel his hands roaming through your body, the touch of his fingertips causing your skin to be covered in goose bumps.

The two of you reach the bedroom sooner than you would have thought, and you only notice Taehyung being half naked when you lie down on the bed – only dressed in his jeans. However, that is not the only thing you notice, and your eyes widen unconsciously at the outline of his bulge, looking like his dick really wants to break free out of his pants.

Taehyung hovers above your body, his fingers stroking the path of the red ribbon in a slow pace without touching your bare skin – and it drives you nuts. You want him so bad, you honestly cannot wait until you are freed from this damned red ribbon wrapped around you. However, since it was Taehyung’s birthday, you let him take his time with you – trying to suppress your own lust and longing with all your might.

“This might be the best birthday surprise that you have ever given me,” Taehyung hums, his fingers fidgeting with the far end of the ribbon, as if he was debating on whether or not to untie the knot on your chest area.

“Oh god. I really want to untie this ribbon and fuck you raw – but you look so hot in it,” Taehyung groans, the deep sound of his voice causing you to feel even wetter than before. You rub your legs against each other, hoping for just a bit of satisfaction for the throbbing in between your legs. Taehyung notices your small action, and only chuckles lowly as he keeps fidgeting with your ribbon, tilting his head to the side with his eyes locked on yours – his stare weakening your insides even more.

Taehyung breaks the stare by leaning into your neck, your sensitive skin burning as you felt a mixture of his lips and teeth ravishingly destroying your neck – covering it in small, purple hickeys. You let out a few strangled moans as a reaction, and they seem to excite the man even more – because you surely felt his lips sucking your skin harder.

His lips go down a bit further, and as they reach your chest area, they stop moving downwards. Taehyung unlocks his lips from your skin, and you want to whimper at the loss – but you get stopped by his hands untying the knot, the satin ribbon loosening around your breasts. It takes Taehyung a few seconds – and a few curses as well – to unwrap your breasts entirely. He lets out a strangled ‘finally’ – and before you can even process the feeling of your breasts being freed from the ribbon, his lips were attacking one of your hardened nipples, while he took the other nipple in between his fingers – toying with it as you arched your back at the touch.

Taehyung lets go of your breasts, before he unwraps you from the ribbon entirely, his soft and delicate hands treating you like you were made of porcelain. You are left naked on his bed, laying down underneath him and looking like you were ready for it all; ready for him.

“What shall I do first, princess?” Taehyung smirks as the words come out of his lips, already crawling backwards until he reached that particular spot where you needed him the most. He spreads your legs, and wets his lips with his tongue as his eyes meet your core. You are practically dripping right now, and you almost want to smack Taehyung’s head for chuckling so devilish while eying your throbbing core at the same time.

“Gosh. I can’t believe I manage to make you feel this way.”

There it was – a typical remark from Taehyung’s bold lips at which you want to roll your eyes to the back of your head. You would actually manage to do so, but his wet tongue moving up your slit stopped you. Instead, you let out a particularly loud moan, feeling like you were finally freed from all the teasing from before. Taehyung licks, sucks and groans – the various movements of his mouth were enough to drive you crazy. Shots of intense pleasure go through your spine, and your head falls backwards as you feel his mouth sucking you dry. You want to open your eyes and watch his head bobbing in between your legs, as you were sure about the fact that the sight of Taehyung eating you out would weaken you even more. However, your arms are too weak to support your upper half, his tongue on your clit sipping away all your left-over energy – so you just settle with bringing your hands to his hair and gripping it like your life depends on it.

His tongue feels so good against your clit, causing you to spread your legs even wider, hoping that in this way you would get your release sooner, somehow. Of course, the release would never come, since Taehyung notices your eagerness – so his licks on your clit become less massive, and you let out a whimper once again when his tongue leaves your core. As Taehyung sees your semi-disappointed pout, he chuckles briefly –  shaking his head as he lifts one of his index-fingers, swiping it from left to right.

“I can’t let you come, love. At least – not yet,” Taehyung whispers – loud enough for you to hear – while fidgeting with his belt. His eyes never leave yours as he loosens his belt, before unbuttoning his jeans as well, and you curse yourself for getting wetter by the sight of him just pulling off his jeans. You can already guess what he wants from you, as your eyes follow his movements – the glimpse of his hardened member locked in his boxers catching your eye.

“In this harsh world, people have to work hard in order to get what they deserve, Y/N.”

Oh, how you loved a dominant Taehyung. You quirk up a brow at his remark, before shaking your head in an amusing way. You try to sit up on your knees, ignoring your wobbly legs as you scoot closer towards him. Playfully, you move your fingertips from his thighs all the way up to his shaft, grabbing it softly through the fabric that blocked the direct touch. Taehyung’s hips buckle forward as a response, and your proud smirk was dangling on your lips, enjoying the fact that you are able to make him feel this way.

“R-remove these damn boxers, Y/N.”

And so you did. With one swift, you pull his boxers down his legs, laughing at the way he struggles a bit to get rid of them. However, your giggles soon disappear as he brings his hardened dick towards you, being only a few inches away from your mouth.

“Show me how bad you want me to fuck you – how bad you want to come.”

His words cause you to shudder, a moan slipping through your lips as you imagine you good it actually feels to have him in you – his member filling you up so good. You do not hesitate to take his dick into your hands, slightly pumping it before pulling out your tongue, giving the head a small lick. You can already taste his pre-cum on your tongue, and you realise how aroused he must have been from the beginning. You do not remember Taehyung complaining or whimpering about it – unlike you did – and once again, you are amazed by your husband’s stamina when having sex.

It does not take you long before you take most of him in your mouth, holding the part that your mouth cannot reach with your hands. Taehyung lets out a muffled groan as he feels your mouth engulfing his dick, his head falling backwards as you suck your way up and down – in and out. You do not mind when he lets go of himself a bit, causing his member to reach a bit deeper into your mouth than you originally could take, and you have to suppress your gag reflex for it. Your eyes flicker up towards his face, and they are blessed by his beautiful face all covered up in drops of sweat, the colour of his cheeks stained in a light shade of red as his brows are furrowed deeply.

Before the pleasure is able to take over Taehyung, he puts one hand on your shoulder, signalling you to stop as he pulls himself away from your mouth. He lets out a small sigh from the loss, but does not fail to bend over towards you and to give you a sweet peck on your lips. His sudden action catches you out of your guard for a bit, but you soon realise that it is his way to thank you – not only for the amazing blowjob, but for making him feel that way.

“Lay down, my love. Now it is my turn to show you how much I want you.”

You comply his demand, and your bare back was laying down on the bed within seconds, the cold surface causing you to shiver slightly. To show your husband that you were ready for it, you spread your legs for him – your throbbing, wet core in full glory, and you do not miss the hungry flicker reflected in Taehyung’s brown orbs. He pumps his shaft a few times with his hand, but it does not take him too long to enter your slit, letting out a breath of relief as he feels your walls engulfing his member.

The feeling of him inside of you drives you crazy, a moan already slipping out of your lips as you felt his dick stretching out your walls in such a pleasurable way. Being the gentleman Taehyung is, he lowers his lips towards yours – engulfing them in a soft kiss. He does not move an inch, stilling the under half of his body as he lets you get used to the feeling of his member in you. Although it never takes you a long time to get used to it, he always makes sure to take his time, wanting you to feel good and comfortable as well.

Taehyung frees himself from the dazzled kiss, only to lean his forehead against yours – his deep brown eyes looking through your soul. “Are you ready, Y/N?” The question comes out of his lips in a soft tone, and you cannot help but to get touched by it as you feel your heart skipping several beats.

You only nod your head, giving him a small peck on his lips as you signal him to move. Taehyung then slowly thrusts in and out of you, taking in the feeling of your walls clenching around him as the groans slip out of his mouth. His slow thrusts gave you enough friction to moan out loud, but you want more. You need more. In reaction to your own needs, you unconsciously buckle up your hips, trying to move up and down yourself in order to get closer to your climax.

Taehyung seems to notice your neediness – so he thrusts his hips harder, faster. His member was particularly drilling in and out of you, eventually managing to reach your sensitive spot multiple times, causing you to see the familiar stars behind your closed eyelids. You tell him not to stop, a few strangled moans and muffled breaths coming along with your voice. The burns in the pit of your stomach are getting heavier, your body covered down in sweat as you scratch his bare back with your fingernails – leaving a few marks behind, like you always do when he does you good.

It does not take you long to reach your climax. His name leaves your lips in a mantra as your body spazzes through your orgasm, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids with Taehyung being the only one in your dazzled mind. Your body becomes limp, letting both of your arms falling down to your sides as Taehyung was still thrusting in and out of you, since he still had to reach his own climax. You are literally deprived from energy by now, but you have enough left to clench your walls tightly around his member, making his dick twitch inside of you.

“Ahhh- Fuck!”

He lets out a deep groan – and you feel his substance painting your walls white, the warm feeling overwhelming your core as you let out a soft whimper. Taehyung rides out his orgasm until he was milked out completely, before gently pulling out of you. You were so used to the feeling of having him in you that the empty feeling down there almost feels strange right now, but you were too tired to point it out.

Taehyung lays down next to you on the bed, shifting closer towards you before he puts his arm around your waist – pulling you into a warm hug. He puts his head into your neck – which was covered in all kinds of purple spots – and you feel his warm breath touching your skin. You stroke his soft locks with your fingertips, as you found yourself listening to the sound of your breathing engulfing the ‘post-sexual’ atmosphere, causing you to relax instantly.

However, the peaceful silence is broken by Taehyung’s deep voice – almost causing you to jolt up from surprise.

“I thought you did not like the idea of being tied in only a ribbon at first. Why the sudden change of mind?”

His question is such a simple one, yet it takes you quite a long time to answer it. To be honest, you are thankful to Taehyung – for putting up with you while you were annoyed for the rest of the day only because of a dim whipped colleague; for making you breakfast every time when you are basically dying because of a particular flu; but most of all, you were thankful towards him because he makes you feel loved, and he never seems to fail doing it; loving you.

You wanted to show him your sincere gratitude in a simple way – and if you had to do it by being wrapped up in nothing else but a red ribbon, you would simply just do it.

So you tell him your sincere feelings, and you almost tear up at the way he smiles up at you, your heart melting at the way his eyes are reflecting nothing else but love. Love for you only.

“Happy birthday, Taehyung.”

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Gifts- An Emma Swan One-Shot

Title: Gifts Request: A one shot where the reader is Emma's girlfriend and it's Emma's birthday. So the first of many gifts is a super cool nerf gun! So reader Emma and Hebert have an epic nerf gun war. And the n there's a family dinner. And perhaps Emma gets some bday sexy times? Pairing: Emma Swan x Reader AN: The request said 'Herbert' but I'm assuming that they meant Henry...lol it was a typo probably. Also in this Henry lives with Emma and Y/N in their house. Hope you enjoy! Emma woke up, glancing over at the clock then to her other side. Unlike normal, her girlfriend Y/N wasn't there to tell her good morning when she woke up. Yet, Y/N walked in seconds later with a tray of food, "Good morning and happy birthday my beauty." Emma smiled and sat up, "Thank you." Y/N handed her the food, "Pancakes, your favorite." Emma nodded, "Yea they are. You want to stay in bed with me while I eat? I know you want to..." "Of course I do." Y/N laughed, getting into bed beside Emma, "I've got more coming for you today besides breakfast in bed." "I can't wait." Emma added. Later that morning, Y/N gave Emma her first present of the day. "Open it!" Henry, Emma's son, exclaimed. "Ok, ok." Emma laughed, holding the package. She opened it, revealing two nerf guns. "Nerf guns?" Emma laughed. "So my sheriff can practice her shooting skills!" Y/N added. Henry smiled, "We should have a nerf fight!" "Oh I'm gonna beat you Henry. But Y/N doesn't have one!" Emma said. "I have one. Don't worry." Y/N said, pulling another new gun out of a bag, "Let's fight! Every man for himself!" Y/N started shooting them both, but Emma and Henry still had their guns in the packaging. "Hey no fair!" Emma laughed. "Fine. You have five minutes." Y/N responded. After those minutes, Y/N, Emma, and Henry all hid around the house waiting to ambush each other. Emma was the first to find someone, and she found Y/N. They started shooting each other, but laughing more than anything. "I've hit you so many times, you're dead now!" Emma exclaimed. "Ok fine!" Y/N said, "Now go and find Henry, you better win this!" "I will!" Emma responded. Henry was waiting behind the door of his room when Emma walked in, and he jumped out to surprise her. He shoot her multiple times, screaming, "You're dead! I win!" "Fine you win." Emma laughed. "Henry you didn't let him win?" Y/N asked, "Seriously?" "We'll just have to have a rematch sometime." Emma responded. Henry nodded, "Yea!" For dinner that night, Y/N put together a family dinner. Emma's parents, Snow and Charming, came along with some of her close friends, Regina and Ruby. As they ate, everyone started to tell funny stories about Emma. "One time she was drunk, and she threw up all over my porch." Ruby laughed, "I helped her even though she couldn't stand up on her own!" "Oh my god, she's the most stupid drunk. She laughs at basically every thing." Y/N added. Emma couldn't help but laugh at herself too. "The one thing we all know is true is that Emma is an amazing person who we are all blessed to have in our lives." Snow added. "Cheers to my beautiful daughter, a gift to us all." David smiled. Everyone raised their glasses, cheering to Emma. That night back at home, Y/N and one thing left in store for Emma. As she got a shower, Y/N put on the best lingerie she owned and waited for Emma on the bed. Emma walked out the bathroom, and smiled when she saw Y/N. "Your last gift of the day." Y/N smiled back, running a finger up and down her own thigh. "And it's the best gift..." Emma said, walking over to kiss Y/N, "Happy birthday to me!" --- <3 Em

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Birthday Wishes For Sister In Law

If you’ve got an expensive sister in law then you’re blessed cause they’re as caring as siblings and mother also. most frequently a caring sister in law makes great sacrifices for the family and tried her best to form them happy. We even have to require care of herself as she do for us. If it’s her birthday then it’s an excellent opportunity to form her happy by sharing together with her best Birthday Wishes For Sister In Law and B’day congratulations messages. On this page you’ll find such quite birthday wishes for sister in law and best birthday messages to form an excellent happy birthday wish for her.

Birthday Wishes For Sister In Law

The most heartfelt birthday wishes to my favorite person, who guides me at every step of life. Wishing you all the simplest in life, dear sister-in-law!

I have tons of in-laws but the sole in-law I can attend for genuine advice and love is you. Happy birthday to my beautiful sister-in-law.

I like your annoying behavior, I enjoy your silly tantrums and that i get amused by your crazy antics – all because you’re my cute little sister-in-law. Happy birthday.

Thank you, my sister-in-law, for giving numerous reasons to smile. Happy B’day! May you’ve got many, more good years, fine times and great memories to share!

I love seeing you cheerful , my dear sister-in-law and that i hope you’ll be extremely happy today, Because it’s your birthday!

Family get-together are more fun once you are around. I always anticipate on catching up with you whether it’s the newest fashion or simply about anything that we are up too lately. Happy birthday, sis! May you an excellent and fun birthday!

When my brother brought home his bride, who knew that she would become the family’s pride? Happy birthday to my sister-in-law who we are all very pleased with .

Sister-in-laws are like muffins during a bad day. they create you all warm and fluffy inside, chasing the bad vibes away.

I wish you a cheerful birthday my lovely, I hope you and my brother are really happy and that i wish you endless luck and joy in life!

You look great, Sister-in-Law! you are doing such a lot in your life. You’re always on the go, and yet you continue to seem to stay yourself up and still brighten the lives of these around you. Happy Birthday!

Happy bday! I hope that you simply have an excellent future with my brother, Please remember that I care about you both considerably and if you would like anything just ask!

If I had the prospect to settle on a sister-in-law i might choose no aside from you! Special Birthday Wishes for my very special sister-in-law!

Being the sister in law of such a pleasant woman such as you is actually a blessing. Have a pleasant birthday, I hope you’ll made and see all of your dreams come true.

Birthday Messages For Sister In Law

My dearest sister-in-law, I hope that today may be a great day for you, Because it are often no other way!

If there’s marriage after this life, i will be able to recommend you again to my brother. That’s to inform you ways special you’re to him and therefore the entire family. Happy birthday, dear sister-in-law.

I’m so glad you’re my sister-in-law. I hope that your birthday brings you everything you’ll want and more! Happy Birthday!

On this amazing day I wanted to wish you a good more amazing birthday! I hope you get what you wanted and that i believe that you simply will achieve all of your goals!

I feel jealous of you because all the main target and a spotlight of the family has shifted from me because the child of the house to you because the new bride of the house. But at heart in my heart i do know that you simply deserve it. Happy birthday dear sister-in-law.

I really should need to you this an extended time ago. i’m so thankful that you simply are my sister-in-law. I even have learned such a lot about you and that i can honestly say that you simply are a blessing to our family. Happy Birthday!

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One of the foremost fabulous surprises that life has given me is you, my dear sister-in-law! Congratulations on your day, may it’s fantastic!

My brother is so lucky to possess you as a wife. I pray every day that i will be able to be as lucky to marry a lady a bit like you. you’re an excellent blessing to our family. Have a fun-filled birthday.

I have always criticized my brother, cursed him, fought with him and passed negative judgments on him for everything that he has done. the sole time I didn’t do this is when he got married to an exquisite woman such as you . Happy birthday to my sister-in-law.

Do you skills much my wife and that i love you? whenever I tell her that you simply are the foremost adorable sister-in-law within the world, she actually agrees with me. Happy birthday.

This is each day to celebrate you and your life. Hope you’ve got bright and happy days over and over and over again! Happy birthday to my dearest sister-in-law!

Thank you for being so kind to me, when your brother introduced me to your family you were the one who received me with great emotion. i really like you and need you all the simplest today celebrating its year of life.

Happy Birthday Sister In Law Messages

Happy birthday to a sister-in-law who is that the darling of the family, apple of her mother’s eye, queen of her husband’s heart and therefore the spark of her brother’s life. Last but not the smallest amount , you’re my favorite too.

Bring out that delicious cake . Open that sparkling bottle of Pinot Blanc. allow us to celebrate your bright and new chapter ahead! Happy birthday, sister-in-law!

Happy birthday to my amazing adviser and an excellent friend! Wishing you an enormous joy and endless happiness, dear sister-in-law!

Sisters-in-law are known to possess a bitter-sweet and a love-hate relationship with their in-laws. But I even have a sweet-sweet and love-love relationship with you. Happy birthday.

Sisters are Forever! you’re not just my sister-in-law; you’ve got become my sister right from the day you said ‘I do’ to my brother. you’re my sister forever! Happy birthday.

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Now I understand why my husband is such a gentleman who is so respectful of girls . that’s because he has grown up with an exquisite sister such as you . Happy birthday sister-in-law.

Such an exquisite person such as you deserves abundance of happiness, a bouquet filled with blessings, a bag filled with healthiness and a chest-full of affection . Happy birthday, my sister-in-law!

My dear sister-in-law, I hope that you simply have an excellent day today, I wish you excellent luck and happiness, I won’t wish you’re keen on , because you’ve got a tremendous man next to you! Happy birthday!

I’ve longed for an ideal timing to inform you ways much your humility to my brother has inspired me to become a humble wife to my husband. many thanks for being an exemplary sister-in-law. Happy birthday.

I thought my wife is that the most wonderful woman within the world until you came to measure with us. I can say that goodness runs in your family, it’s also evident in your good conduct. Happy birthday, dear sister-in-law.

I know we had our rough times getting along, But I still want to wish you a cheerful birthday, I hope that within the future we’ll be ready to get along much better!

Birthday Greetings For Sister In Law

Thank God that I even have a sister-in-law such as you who tells me all the dark secrets of her brother. Otherwise, i’m wondering how i might tease and taunt my husband. Happy birthday.

May my sister in law be blessed many magical moments and plenty of beautiful presents on her birthday. i’m blessed to possess a sister in law such as you . Happy Birthday and GOD bless you!

I hope you day is special a bit like you. Sis, thinking of you amorously on your birthday and wishing you everything that brings your happiness today and always.

Not only was I blessed an excellent husband, but also with an awesome sister-in-law. Life gave me an exquisite package deal! Happy birthday!

Sister-in-Law, you’re someone that I can ask , someone I can rest on , and someone that understands me. you’re far more than simply my brother’s wife, you’re my friend. Happy Birthday.

The birds are singing and therefore the sun is shining then is your smile on your pretty face, Happy birthday to my sweet and wonderful sister-in-law!

I can’t really explain what you’ve got added to our family. It’s a particular wonderful that only someone such as you could give. We are grateful to possess you in our lives and love you dearly. Happy Birthday, Sister-in-Law.

Not just a sister in law, I always consider you as my sister. On your birthday, i might wish to pray to GOD that you simply stay happy forever. a really happy birthday to you, May you celebrate today with feelings that are cheerful and new.

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