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#Nepal trekking#Solo trekking#Trekking regulations#Remote regions#Himalayan trekking#Nepal tourism#Safety regulations#Trekking permits#Travel restrictions#Adventure tourism#Trekking guides#Solo travel#Outdoor adventure#Annapurna circuit#Everest base camp#Langtang trek#Manaslu trek#Mustang trek#your spiritual journey
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I have a heinous sunburn, my tailbone region is bruised and abraded, my stomach issues resolved after 800mg of anti-dysentery pills, I have a newfound and passionate appreciation for hot water and paved roads, and we finally made it back to the city today. This was probably one of the most unwise yet exhilarating things I've ever done in my life. Also I saw more yaks.
#to be more accurate#after we wiped out once where the road was completely sand and i had to extricate myself from under a 450cc motorbike#in a very remote region of a developing country with no health insurance being driven by a guy I'd just met#i started to think this was the stupidest fucking thing I'd ever done in my life#then i came to terms with it#I guess this is who i am and how i roll#although not so much rolling as jolting violently over the dubious excuse for a road#it was just rocks at times but i have no pics cause I was holding on for my life#it could also be how my midlife crisis is manifesting#i don't think i actually had dysentery but that was what my friend rustled up + i really didn't want to have to go to the army base hospital
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Newfoundland trip in fall fell thru (this happened a while ago but i wasn't gonna post thru it) I wonder what I could do instead. I do not make the money to go outside of like north america. maybe like lake superior again. but like WI/MN and possibly even ON area Lake Superior.....
#You may ask why not Newfie anyway. The answer is I'd probably be over the reasons why it fell thru but it seems like#Planning a vacation with a high built in grumpy risk at least for this fall#So it's being put on the back burner#I will say liking cold and remote regions of the Eastern North America is fun because it makes travelling sooooo fucking cheap
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The trend of perishing on Mt. Everest may seem like a senseless waste of human life to YOU, to me it's enrichment for distant future archaeologists.
#trash talk#honestly though. imagine what it's gonna be like if they quit doing expeditions up there and the records of it being a thing are lost#like how goddamn confusing it's gonna be if they decide to study the peak of this huge mountain#that is factually unable to support human life#like in hopes of studying a remote ecosystem that's never had human contact or something#and just find thousands of corpses and refuse#and not just thousands of human corpses where there's no evidence of human residence#but there's no evidence of an attack. the corpses died separately over a span of decades by then#they're wearing the finest quality trekking clothing of the era usually reserved for the upper class#and the majority are people not native to the region and completely different in dress and genetics from all surrounding villages#like what a fucking mystery#reasons i would absolutely jump at the chance to become a vampire or something#i wish i could be there to see that research
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So after Karaoke tonight, I drove out to the boonies (about a half hour drive from town) to see the Perseid meteor shower! I laid on my back for like 30ish minutes, saw two meteors, and was really sleepy so I drove home. But I really enjoyed just lying in the quiet, listening to the crickets and breeze and my own breathing, gazing up at the faintly visible Milky Way and twinkling stars. The night sky is so, so beautiful.
#it reminded me of the time a couple months ago that the northern lights were supposed to be visible and i drove a friend out to a ...#...remote-ish place but not too far from town#and it was the first time she'd seen the clear night sky with her new glasses. and she was just staring at all the twinkling stars and...#...i showed her where the BARELY visible Milky Way was and the two constellations I know. and it was so cool.#because i remember looking up at the sky after i got my new glasses. and my eyesight was okay for most of my childhood before...#...then and then quickly got really bad. so i'd SEEN the stars fairly clearly but NEVER as clearly as with my glasses.#and it just blew my mind. the night sky is SO beautiful. and so many people across so many cultures and regions and times have#...looked up at the same night sky and drew pictures in the stars. just like us.#personal#i do wish i could have stayed up later and seen more meteors but. man. i am SO tired. it was a struggle to drive out there...#...and i still needed to be able to drive back. also a dog somewhat nearby was barking for like 5 straight minutes and out here that could..#...mean there's a bear or cougar or moose nearby so i was a little sketched out and decided i'd be safer in my car than on the ground#just in case. but between the exhaustion and the dog barking it was time to go home.
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Me: Hmm, I'm definitely gettin better, but I feel like I need another step, I should go back to X rank and try to push things
X rank: Teams that are hellbent against cooperations, too busy arguing over who's leading, always gotta have one, or two, people screamin "This Way!" at every given opportunity, even when nothing is happening, overly punishing loses, minimal gains, forever stuck in the lower levels, etc. :3
Me: [Stares into the camera for an uncomfortable amount of time] Welp, by golly
#while I'm not AS frustrated with X as I was in 2#X is still....a problem#I started out at 2422 which is my highest so far and I was super proud of that#buuuut I haven't been remotely close since#not for lack of tryin of course#it just seems like the mode itself has gone....severely downhill#especially since they added divisions and everyone wants to jump to Japan's division because the western region is treated as lesser#for some really dumb reason.......#and now the whole thing feels more about luck rather than skill#and luck just so happens to be my worst stat................#at least X makes it feel that way which is INCREDIBLY demoralizing...........
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YOU WRANGLE COWS????? do tell me more
Sometimes but always unofficially! It's part of my job only so I can to certain sites and get data/measurements/etc. Cattle get into areas of certain allotments or fenced regions (usually a spring) and you have to round them up and them out to do whatever it is you need to do. It's all on foot since that the only way our crew can do it, no horses or roping if that's what you're thinking (I'm shit at roping and even worse at on horseback.) Wrangling is sorta a catch all term for getting up and moving cattle along.
The only reason I do it often is because it's the only way to get to certain sites I need to be able to do my job. I'm something along the lines of an ecosystem/habitat health monitoring tech along with a bunch of other duties. We just mess with cattle to get them to move out of the way so we actively get our data and be out of there. Also because I am an ecologist/scientist through and through and I don't talk about my work except on instagram, have some photos of my boring field sites aka no identifiable landmarks to get an idea where I work at. I
#mine#ask#i would love to show the cool photos but i cannot#i work in literally some of the most remote regions of the state and it's so wild you would not believe the stuff we see#ahh!!! I love field work so much#however i am a little worried 4 people got mauled again by a grizzly by one of my field sites#that is my only fear... other than moose of course my god like please i will take a bear any day over a moose
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This is so random but I got curious and wanted to see if Alycia grew up near where I live so i googled it and she went to highscool in newtown. which is like so funny because if anyone else lives in Sydney they would jnow we all call it like the gayest place in sydney 😭. like its got a reputation for people dressing really cool there and a lot of thrift stops and gay people in general. Its got no relation to anything its just funny she grew up in a place surrounded by gays and now her whole fanbase consists of thirsty sapphics theres no escaping us 😭.
Well wasn't her HS a performing arts high school as well? Performing arts, always filled with us
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#anon#i heard the like the rich lowkey snobby people come from Sydney#i have no idea if that's even remotely true because I can barely name all of 3 places in Australia#much less actually know anything about regional culture or social class politics#but i did hear that once 🤔#i just read this back to myself and I wasn't clear#i mean I'm curious if that's a widely held belief of aussies is what I'm asking
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LOVE living in a state where the infrastructure is so fucked that not even a generator, two backup internet plans, and a mobile wifi hotspot will work to get me internet or phone service after a storm. 💕 Just really fucking love using my now 30 seconds of cell service an hour to 1) see if there's any estimate for any power/comms services returning and 2) trying to get a message to my boss in case nothing's better in 8 hours and it looks like I'm ghosting. 😘 Thank you hyper-inflated police budgets for making it possible for us to remember what a world without modern technology looks like every time there's a bad thunderstorm because we like giving you shiny new tanks/cars every year instead of upgrading an electrical grid that essentially hasn't been touched for decades. 🥰
#i THINK i got through to my boss but i'm going to be pissed if i have to use a day off tomorrow for this#literally one of my only complaints about remote work tbh#if both phone and internet are fucked you REALLY can't get a hold of anyone#and have to hope they won't think you're just ghosting for funsies#i'd get up early and go somewhere else in search of internet (or even just phone to get my hotspot working)#but the entire region is out#and i'm in a suburban/urban-ish area too goddamn#with all the storms this year i suspect the more rural areas haven't had power more than a day or two a week tbh#tbd probably
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Your museum work sounds so lovely!
If it's alright to ask, how did you get into the kind of work you do?
well, the easy answer is that if you're going to work in history, it generally helps to have a degree in it. also a caveat that my museum work is a) not indicative of all museum work and generally a museum studies degree is at the very least helpful b) essentially social media based since i am remote. i was actually supposed to relocate and help with more typically museum stuff (i.e. photographing and cataloguing archives, working the front desk) but due to personal circumstances that was not in the cards and they were gracious enough (and really needed the help) to allow me to alter the position a bit. so instead i get to colour-code spreadsheets and make newsletters and write and research articles with whatever sources they give me. the majority of these articles go on facebook but some of them are direct requests from residents, or occasionally, the local hospital who wanted a blurb about their namesake to put on their website. because this position is so writing-based, i sort of make up for my lack of formal museum education with eng/hist experience instead
if you're in canada and you're currently in school or under 30 and are interested in history and/or museum spaces, check out young canada works and canada summer jobs which is how i got both of my museum jobs
#sorry this is such a weird answer i don't know why i had such a difficult time articulating this#the thing abt remote regional museums is that if you're me you CAN bullshit your way into being qualified by being really into lighthouses#or you can write 'hey my specific interests are xyz i am actively researching xyz for a historical fiction novel i'm writing'#i possess incredible charisma exclusively for charming museums into hiring me and nothing else#anonymous#answered
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About the number of people choosing to leave the capital cities.
The number of people choosing to leave the capital cities in Australia and relocate to larger regional centres hit a 12-month high in the first quarter of the year and currently sits at 20% above the pre-Coved average, driven by millennials frustrated with ‘big city problems’ and high house prices.
The Sunshine Coast topped the list for the fifth consecutive quarter, recording 11.8% of net capital to regional migration, making the region country’s most favoure direction for the relocation, according to the Regional Movers Index (RMI) which is a partnership between Commonwealth Bank of Australia (CBA) and the Regional Australia Institute (RAI).
The number of people choosing to leave the capital cities in Australia and relocate to larger regional centres hit a...
Outflow of people from capital cities hits record high.
#Gold Coast#regions#Sunshine Coast#number of people choosing to leave the capital cities#australia#Regional Movers Index#Regional Australia Institute#Commonwealth Bank of Australia#cities#urban areas#peri-urban areas#semi-urban areas#remote areas
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hi! random question i hope you don’t mind, I saw your tag in that iwtv post and was wondering if you’re talking about the dvd/bluray? i’m european as well and was about to order the dvds, but if i can’t watch them..💀
Hiii yes ofc
i ordered it off Amazon US, so they’re region locked to that region, and since my bluray player is european i can’t play the cds💔💔💔 I’d forgotten that i ordered s1 from Amazon UK, and apparently that is the correct region for me (don’t know if it’s the same for the whole of europe or just northern europe)
i just ordered s2 from Amazon UK instead so hopefully (probably) it’s going to work when I get them🤞��🤞🏻
#iwtv#i did get all those promo cards or whatever so that was nice atleast#one would think that they would write something about the cds being locked to a specific region but alas#i also googled a bunch about jailbreaking my dvd to remove the region lock u need a certain remote for that to work so💔💔
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kind of mean but true..
#nc is not remotely as disaster prone as fl nor quite as hot as tx for the record BUT#i live in an area that has been overwhelmingly transplants for most of my life i mean like my own family are from new england#they just belonged to an earlier migration wave#and it's been so annoying my whole life hearing ppl from up north dismiss literally all complaints abt the state/region#because 'at least it's warm!!' like fine if that's your priority but some humility would be nice#they're sooo dismissive like they just love the south bc it's hot#they don't care that their politics make things so much worse for natives of these areas#and frankly as exemplified by hurricane helene.. nothing below the mason dixon line is safe anymore#like i'm glad y'all have enough money saved from taking advantage of cheap housing down south to afford wild insurance premiums#right?#meanwhile people who never had the opportunity to acquire wealth in a more stable region can't afford to leave#because we're being paid $15/hour or less for skilled labor
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I never say "y'all" even ironically because if one more person mistakes me as being from the south I am going to riot.
#i know i dont have the regional accent#ive had so many people mention it to me now#but for FUCKS sake nothing about my accent is even remotely southern
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DON’T HAVE TO GUESS
{yuta okkotsu x f!reader}
summary: yuta is the greatest boyfriend to ever grace this earth. one problem though? he refuses to touch you out of fear of making you uncomfortable or disrespecting you (no matter how bad he wants it). your pent up sexual frustration is at an all time high and you’re sick of him rejecting your advances, so you devise a plan to get him to crack.
content: MDNI. FILTHY SMUT, smut with plot, established relationship, afab!reader, pet names, references to alcohol and drinking, college party, cursing, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it y’all), dirty talk, FERAL YUTA, oral, creampie, yuta is down bad for you.
word count: 5.8k
author’s note: theming inspired by charli xcx ft. miss billie eilish’s song “guess” !! MWAH.
if you would like to know the origin story of this au, you can read it here! but it can also be read without it :)
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yuta felt like an absolute freak.
ever since you both officially became a couple, he’s been the absolute happiest man alive and never ever goes a day without showering you with affection, kisses, and telling you how much he loves and adores you.
but behind that? yuta has a little secret.
and he is gnawing at the iron bars of his enclosure in absolute torture every time you do something, anything, that can get his little horn dog mind to imagine you in thirty five different positions on his bed crying out for him.
it doesn’t even have to be something you do that remotely resembles anything sexual, so on a day where you were sitting pretty beside him in the passenger seat of his car, the blood rushing to his dick at the sight of the seatbelt strap pushing in between your puffy boobs—
he knew it was bad.
yuta’s shamefully always thought about these things— even when you were both just on best friend status. but it’s harder now, much harder for him to behave because he doesn’t want to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do. he respects you so much and always treats you like pretty porcelain glass, delicately running his hands over your body and soft face when you share a kiss or an embrace.
so now whenever he feels his heart pounding against his chest, face boiling red, and the all too familiar feeling of the lower region of his pants maybe getting a little too tight because of you, he immediately removes himself from the situation to prevent from spazzing out.
the bad thing was— this happened practically every single day and nearly every other hour, to the point where it was blatantly obvious and you were completely and utterly confused as to why.
every time you stand up on your tippy toes to give him a sugary kiss, arms wrapped around his neck and yuta’s arms around your waist, the makeout doesn’t last for more than thirty seconds before he’s pulling apart from your lips with a smack!, walking away with his head down, hands tight at his sides, and with a lame excuse for his abrupt leave.
every time you accidentally drop something and bend over to retrieve it with yuta standing directly behind you— when you come back up and turn your head to face him, he’s already staring back at you with wide eyes, lips pressed into a thin line and cheeks flushed pink. you’d ask then if he was okay, to which he would respond by a quick nod of the head and a dash out of the room to leave for a moment… again.
he did it so much to the point where he eventually avoided touching you all together, and you absolutely hated it. yuta’s always been affectionate with you, he’s never not touched you, and on a day where you swung a leg over his lap to straddle him on his bed, eager to show him a little loving and a smooch— you had just about had it when he placed his hands on your hips as you were trailing your mouth down his neck, physically pulling you off his lap and leaving the room— muttering about god knows what.
until you noticed.
you and yuta were seated on your living room couch watching a movie, the both of you dozing off gingerly as his head was resting against your shoulder, undoubtedly exhausted after a days worth of college classes and homework.
you went to place a sleepy hand on his upper thigh, about to tell him that you both should move upstairs to your room and sleep, but when your fingers accidentally grazed his crotch area, yuta shot up like a light and startled you awake— eyes blown wide and frantic.
“whatareyoudoing—”
“yu! my god—” you placed a hand over your heart, chest heaving. “i was just gonna tell you that we should go up to my room and sleep.”
yuta’s shoulders visibly dropped, and he closed his eyes momentarily before licking his lips, exhaling deeply.
“h-oh my god—“ he opened his eyes again after regulating his breathing and looked at you with worried eyes. “fuck i’m sorry baby… did i scare you?”
you gave him a little nod and he wrapped his arms around your shoulders then, kissing your cheek and the side of your head apologetically. “i’m sorry, i don’t know why i did that.”
but you did, and it was like a switch had gone off in your head, everything finally making sense.
every moment he would suddenly leave, or remove you from him when you tried anything, or every expression and reaction he made when you would wear something tight or short, all fell into place like a delicious puzzle piece.
so when he lead you to bed and cuddled you up innocently to sleep that night, you came up with a plan to test this theory.
you wanted yuta to crack.
unfortunately, your first attempt was a fail.
yuta had plans to take you out on a little summer picnic date by the beach, and when he arrived at your house and you texted him to come in and make himself at home in your room, you were absolutely giddy, fixing your dress and applying the finishing touches to your makeup in the bathroom.
you had slipped on a long, skin tight black spandex dress for the day— one that hugged every inch and crevice of your body like a vice, a mischievous look in your eyes as you ran your fingers through your styled hair before leaving, practically skipping down the hall back to your room.
the minute you came in, yuta’s eyes flew open.
“hi baby!” you greeted sweetly, walking over to where he sat at the edge of your bed and leaned down, planting a soft kiss to his blushing cheek.
score.
“h-hi.”
“do you like it?” you asked eagerly, doing a little twirl for him and mentally making sure to pop your ass out a little more in his direction. “i bought it just yesterday!”
“i.. i do, baby.” he squeaked, voice hoarse and mind in a full blown fucking panic when you took his hands in yours and ushered him to stand.
but he remained stiff as a board, arms glued to his sides and hands in tight fists as he looked at you, face strained.
you playfully rolled your eyes and took his hands, guiding them towards you. “you can touch me, silly. here— feel the spandex-”
and you purposely dropped his hands to land right on your ass with a smack.
yuta immediately inhaled sharply through his nose and choked, his face dropping straight into the crook of your neck to hide his delirious expression. yuta was biting the inside of his cheek so unbelievably hard that he tasted metal, his eyes squeezing shut as nasty thoughts flashed through his mind like a forest fire.
holy shit holy shit holy shit—
“f..feels nice,” he muttered into your neck, and you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning your lips up to his ear.
“does it?”
you felt yuta giving in and slowly squeeze the plump of your ass, and he felt like an absolute fucking monster at the way he was feeling you up when in his eyes, you were just innocently showing him your pretty little long dress.
but just when you thought you had won, your smile wide with delight, he tore away from you and excused himself from the room with a quick kiss to your cheek, leaving you dumbfounded and defeated.
on your second attempt, you refused to accept defeat and planned more diligently than before, his tiny mess up from last time motivating and proving to you that your plan could bear fruit.
this day was particularly scorching, one of the hottest days of the year as you and yuta decided to get ice cream after one of his lectures from a shop down the street, an attempt at cooling off and escaping the heat.
you were sitting on a cute bench under shade just outside the shop as you waited for your boyfriend to come back, nervous and wearing a low cut baby doll top that showed a little more boob than you originally intended, but due to the circumstance at hand… the more the merrier!
after a few minutes, the door to the shop chimed open and yuta stepped out— two vanilla ice cream cones with rainbow sprinkles delectably adorning the pair of soft serves in his hands. he carefully handed one to you and grinned.
“here baby.”
you took a cone from his offering hand gratefully and licked a little off it as he sat down.
“thank you!” you responded sweetly, and it made his heart skip a beat as you both sat there, enjoying the summer heat and each others gentle company.
without yuta noticing though, you had stopped licking your ice cream as he chatted to you about the things he had to do for the coming week, attentively listening to him as you patiently waited— the vanilla soft serve glistening under the heat and slowly melting, droplets oozing off the sides until one landed right on your tit.
score.
“oh!” you gasped, looking down and pouting, “i spilled someee.”
yuta quickly reached to the side and pulled out a napkin he had brought from the shop, extending it out towards you but faltering when you shook your head frantically.
“no! it’ll go to waste! and i can’t reach down and lick it off myself…” you huffed and looked at him with the cutest face he had ever seen you make… you smirking deviously on the inside. “can you lick it off for me, yu? please.”
you had said it so nonchalant, so casual like it was the easiest most normal thing in the world to do, but it had yuta’s body and mind freezing over as you scooted closer to him, waiting.
“h— huh?” he stammered, unable to take his eyes away from your tits, the sight of ice cream drooling down over them an image he wanted to tattoo behind his eyelids to look at forever— his cheeks bright pink.
“hurry! it’s gonna stain my top,” you whined, putting a hand on his shoulder as yuta let you tug him down, him ogling and literally gawking over your chest.
without another thought, yuta stuck his slick tongue out and slowly ran it over the top of your puffy tit just like you had asked him to, the angel on his shoulder screaming at him to stop as his tongue continued to trail up your chest and around your neck, your breath hitching in surprise.
the sound of your reaction broke him out of his trance and he flinched away from you, chest heaving and pupils blown out with the biggest pit of shame in his stomach, feeling like a fucking pervert.
but you, your shoulders evidently deflated in disappointment as you pressed your thighs together, trying to mend the buzzing ache between your legs as your mind thought over and over about what he did, something you didn’t expect at all, and something you wanted him to do again.
“let’s… let’s go for a walk, yeah?” yuta spoke quickly and gently to you, taking your hand that was on his shoulder and pulling you up off the bench, him confused as to why you had a frown on your face.
but for the third and final attempt, you were utterly and hopelessly desperate. every time you guys hung out, yuta was still the absolute sweetest and did everything he could to make you happy, yet he still just wouldn’t touch you, and it was driving you fucking crazy.
you were getting reckless at this point, your pent up sexual frustration sky rocketing with every passing day, but you were completely oblivious to the fact that yuta was dealing with the same form of torture.
except way, way worse.
it’s gotten to the point where just the sound of your sweet sugary voice over the speakers of his phone has him biting down on the edges of his pillow, arms wrapped tightly around himself and his body curled up into a pathetic ball of despair, his dick rock solid and his mind filled with thoughts that consisted of strictly just you.
so when you called him up and asked if he wanted to come with you to one of your girl friend’s parties, yuta knew he was one hundred percent fucked.
he wanted to keep respecting you. he wanted you to know how special you were to him and how serious he was about your relationship with him, and he sure as hell did not want you to feel uncomfortable because he was a horny piece of shit that didn’t know self control and wanted to have sex every five minutes.
except he was a horny piece of shit, has always been one over you, and yuta knew the second he saw you dolled up in your pretty little dress looking absolutely lethal, he was going to lose it.
and he did.
with his arms crossed over his chest and a tight hand over his mouth, he nodded and hummed out a series of “mhm’s” at everything you were saying as you finished up getting ready, his eyebrows pinched together in complete agony at the sight of you.
the pastel green glittery dress you had on was so criminally short that any inch of movement you made, the bottom of your ass cheeks would peak out from below the hem of your dress.
he slightly lowered his hand from his mouth. “baby?”
“yeah?” you responded softly and turned your body to face him, spritzing your vanilla coconut perfume over your frame.
“i-isn’t your dress— a little short?”
you put the perfume bottle down on your vanity desk and looked down, internally giddy that he noticed the length, your plan coming into fruition.
score.
“oh is it?” you tugged at the hem of your dress, scooting it back down. “does it look bad? i—”
“no no!” yuta’s hands shot out frantically as he shook his head. “you’re so so pretty baby, the most gorgeous little thing i’ve ever seen,” he took a few steps toward you and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, being mindful of your perfectly styled hair that made him weak in the knees. “i just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable for the rest of the night and not enjoy yourself.”
your heart melted at his words and consideration as you smiled warmly, eyes sparkling up as you gave him a cute peck on the lips and hugged him back, “you’re so nice to me, yu.”
yuta snorted but looked down at you fondly. “that’s the bare minimum baby.”
“so.” you peeled away from him and walked over to the bed to pick up your purse, swinging the strap over your shoulder. “all i do is make you ham sandwiches after your soccer practices.”
yuta laughed loudly, “that’s all you do?”
“yup!”
he nudged your shoulder playfully with his, a grin on his face as he walked down the stairs with you and out the door to his car.
“brat.”
at the party, your plan was to be as devilish and flashy as possible, showing off every curve and angle of your body to your boyfriend in means of getting him to crack, and your ticket there was the length of your dress—
but more specifically?
what you had on underneath.
when you met up with the rest of your friend group that were all residing on the long lounge sofa in the living room like always, you grabbed yuta’s hand and led him over to join the rest of them. he politely greeted each and every one, keeping you close by the hip before you both settled down on the couch.
yuta wasn’t a big party person like you were, but he also didn’t particularly dislike them either. as long as you were there with him, he always ended up getting shit faced and having the time of his life with you and your friends, something that didn’t even happen when he went to parties with his own friends.
your closest girl friend that sat across from you at an angle turned her body, yelling over the music. “have you tried this?!”
she pointed to the red solo cup in her hand, and you shook your head.
“no! what is it?!”
“someone from the frat next door made a mix of malibu and pineapple rum! it’s really good here!-”
she reached over and offered her cup, and as soon as you stood to retrieve it, an idea popped into your head— eyes widening. without another thought, you moved over to stand right in front of yuta before fully and erotically bending and lunging over to reach for the cup.
he stopped breathing. he looked at the way your dress rode up literally half way up your ass and he stopped breathing.
it was so unbelievably high up that he saw the color of your underwear— a lacy black pair with little bows adorned over the sides like a present, slightly see through but enough to see the outline of your lower lips.
yuta clasped a tight hand over his mouth, but as soon as that happened he realized that whatever he was seeing, everybody else was seeing as well. including that stupid moron that had been staring at you since the moment you both got here.
in record time his trembling arms shot out and yuta grabbed the hem of your dress, tugging it back down over your ass as he wrapped an arm around your waist tightly, pulling you back to sit on his lap.
you loved that he did that, but as you sipped the drink and chatted on with your friends, you were entirely unaware of the way yuta’s arms were gripped around your waist like a lock, his forehead resting on your back with his face hidden.
yuta felt like an absolute fucking freak again as the image of your puffy lower lips outlining your lacy panties flicked over and over and over again in his mind without a break. he felt so nasty, so shameful and so hard as he tried with all of his will power to calm his breathing and stop the bouncing of his right knee, eyes screwed tight.
holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck—
he needed you so badly, needed to slip that skimpy dress off of you and bury his face in between your legs, needed to slip his swollen dick out and grope your tits and pump his—
shut up shut up shut up—
at the feeling of his leg bouncing rapidly, you looked back and slightly turned yourself, confused at the sight of his hung head that was refusing to detach from your body and look at you properly.
you placed a gentle hand at the top of his head, the feeling of his silky black hair underneath your fingers. “yu?—”
his head snapped up straightaway, and your eyes widened as you took in the way his chest was heaving and his pupils were blown out, face completely red and his body practically shivering beneath you.
you frowned, “baby? are you okay?”
you shifted once more to assess him better, but his eyes only shot back down to your ass as he felt your dress rise up again.
such pretty bows…
yuta smashed his face in against your side, eyes screwed shut.
calm down calm down calm down—
it was almost completely dark in the frat house, colors of red and blue and green bouncing across the walls of the lower level as people drank and made havoc, your friends all caught up in their own inebriated worlds to realize what was happening between the both of you.
and at the feeling of his hardened cock against your ass, you slowly smiled and finally understood— your hand coming up to stroke his cheek lovingly, the act simple and innocent, until you took his hand from your lap and agonizingly dragged it further up and up and up your thigh…
shit shit shit—
until you guided his shaking fingers to the patch of wet in between your parted thighs, the lace material up against the pads of his—
fuck it.
yuta pushed you off of his lap and stood, snatching your wrist tightly before tugging and dragging you away from the couch and through the mass of people on the dance floor.
“yuta!” you yelled over the music. “where are we going?”
you were so confused, and you worried that maybe you had pushed his buttons a little too far and that now he was upset, and judging by the way he didn’t even turn around or respond when you spoke to him, it looked like that might be the case.
you gnawed at your bottom lip in concern as he led you both up the stairs of the house— you focused on trying to keep your dress from riding completely up and him opening and closing several different doors before he found what he was looking for.
yuta dragged you in the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind him, his lips instantly latching onto your cheek, desperate wet open mouthed kisses dropping down to your neck and down to your chest as you gasped.
“m’sorry m’sorry m’sorry—” he repeated like a chant, voice muffled by the way he was sucking on your neck like a little leech, his fingers looping themselves in the straps of your dress before pulling down and revealing your bare tits to him.
you were wholeheartedly gobsmacked at what he was doing and you were loving every single second of it, the way his wild eyes darted over your tits and his wet lips just about drooling over them.
“i’m gonna suck your tits,” his gaze shot back up to you, chest rising and falling. “okay baby?”
a fierce blush spread over your cheeks at his words, mentally cursing yourself for wanting this so bad but feeling bashful at the wrong freaking time.
you barely even nodded before he picked you up by the waist and set you down on the counter of the sink, his wet tongue darting across the plush of your breasts and pressing flat against your nipple, your breath hitching at the feeling.
yuta sucked and nipped feverishly at your nipples, getting them slick and slippery with his spit as he squeezed at your waist desperately, your pretty moans ringing through his ears making his bulge tighten and strain against the buckle of his belt.
he trailed his tongue back up to your neck and groped the fat of your ass with his hands, subconsciously rutting into your covered lips as he whined and groaned over the warmth of your pussy.
“i— i’m gonna cum in my pants if we keep going.” he puffed out, tone constricted as he looked at you with feral half lidded eyes.
you nodded quickly. “but i want you to, yu. inside me.”
yuta’s eyes blew wide open as he shook his head, and you felt the way his hands trembled while he gripped your hips.
“we— we can’t baby,” panting, he unwillingly pulled his bulge slightly apart from your warmth and looked at you sincerely. “i can’t do that to you—“
“do what?” you asked softly, tilting your head to the side. “make love to me?”
“no— well, yes?” he dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder and placed his hands at the edge of the counter to support his weight, groaning.
“i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage of you or— or not respecting you and i want you to know how serious i’m taking this relationship and—”
you cupped his cheeks and made him look at you, your voice sweet and soft. “who said that? i don’t think that at all yu, and i know you’re serious about us.. i wouldn’t be sitting on this counter with my tits out if you weren’t.”
yuta laughed as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“you don’t wanna fuck me?” you whispered lewdly.
“trust me i do—”
“you don’t wanna see what kind of panties i have on under?” you pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck. “you don’t want to maybe guess the color of my underwear?”
“oh i don’t have to guess baby,” he shook his head and grinned. “i know.”
yuta buried his face in your hair and inhaled, “has this been your plan all along pretty? to be a little slut for me and show off what you got going on down there?” he snapped his bulge back on your pussy so roughly that you jolted up by the sheer force. “to get me to fuck you? hm?”
you didn’t respond, you couldn’t respond by the way he was running and groping his hands deliciously all over your body as he spoke nasty to you. all you could do was moan stupidly.
“lucky for you, i’m just as guilty.”
he pulled your straps back over your shoulders then while sliding you off the counter, tugging the hem of your dress down over your ass before opening the door and leading you by the hand outside.
yuta ran through the halls opening and closing doors again, the both of you laughing when you would find other people fucking or making out, until he finally found an open vacant room with a bed and slammed the door closed, locking it.
his lips smashed against yours without another moment wasted, you unzipping and pulling your dress up and over yourself as he yanked his shirt off and threw it fuck knows where.
pushing you down gently on the bed, yuta took a step back to admire your perfect perfect body, the way your tits bounced with every movement you made, and the way that god forsaken lacy black underwear made you look as he just stood there and stared.
you cowered a little under his gaze, legs closing and arms crossing over your chest. “what?”
he shook his head. “i love you… so much.”
you smiled bright then, pearly whites on display as you watched him reach down and fumble with his belt frantically, sliding it off and pushing his pants down before kicking them away and hovering over you until you were both entirely bare.
yuta pressed honeyed wet kisses all the way down your body and in between your legs, shoving his face to your clothed pussy and inhaling your sweet scent, moaning as he did so.
he was so freakishly hard as he licked a long stripe up, the fabric rough and wet under his tongue as you squirmed and whined, impatient and bratty.
“you taste so sweet, baby.” he groaned, pulling your panties to the side and spitting on your clit, his index finger running delicately and slowly over your meaty slimy folds.
“fuck—” you panted, carding your fingers through his hair. “more please—”
“more?” he hummed, watching at the way you shook and shivered with his every touch as he slobbered all over your pussy like a man starved.
it was so filthy, squelching and sloshes of his mean mouth bullying your clit as your fingers flew to grip the sheets beneath you.
“eek!” you squealed, your thighs closing tight around his head as he ate, his hands coming up to force them apart.
“let me eat.”
yuta gripped the fat of your plushy thighs as his sloppy tongue moved across your lips and pussy, coaxing your syrupy cunt to pulse and jump with each lick, a knot forming at the pit of your tummy.
“i— yu, i can’t—” you tried to run away from his mouth. “i’m gonna cum—”
but he only grabbed your hips and brought you back down roughly, his rolling tongue lapping up your juices before your entire body shook with erotic ecstasy, your thighs clamping shut as you squealed and creamed on his tongue.
“fuuuucckkk,” he dragged out, coming back up and sliding your absolutely drenched and ruined panties down your shaking legs, his mouth coated and shiny and covered in you.
yuta pumped his cock a few times, and that’s when you noticed just how big he was, packing a meaty punch that had your mouth watering and desperate.
you spread your legs again as he climbed over you, sliding his dick in between your messy sticky folds before lining his fat tip against your hole.
god, yuta’s body and dick were on fucking fire, his tip slowly nudging and slightly stretching you, a pathetic whine leaving his lips at the feeling of your perfect pussy that was entirely his to fuck, a dream he’s had and yearned over for what feels like an eternity.
“m’gonna put it in,” he choked, licking his lips as he tightly gripped your waist.
you eagerly nodded, spreading your legs even wider. “please, i want you to fill me up, yu.”
and with that, yuta slowly and deliciously stretched your little cunt open, his swollen dick pushing past your tight squeezing gummy walls until he bottomed out.
“f—fuck,” he swallowed thickly. “you gotta loosen up baby you’re milking me—”
your hands gripped at his arms for support as yuta gently pumped his cock, your pussy sucking him up like a yummy lollipop and trapping him inside. “i can’t yu…” you shook your head. “you’re too big—”
his glassy eyes darkened over at your words, and he picked up a brutal pace almost instantly.
“is this— hah— what you wanted?” he reached out and pinched your rosy cheek meanly, pounding into your puffy walls as you cried dumbly. “to fuck you dumb on my dick after teasing me like that downstairs? huh?”
your eyes squeezed shut, loud pornographic moans tumbling out of your throat as he fucked you like he hated you, your tits bouncing with every hit.
a series of pat pat pat’s bounced all over the walls as yuta buried his face into your neck, his heavy balls slapping against your ass as he shoved his dick inside of you over and over and over again.
“i can— hah— barely move you’re sucking me, baby.” yuta hiccuped, his eyes welling with feral tears.
it felt good, way too good and he could hardly handle it, his heart racing against his chest as he watched you make slutty faces that only fueled his erotic agony.
he fucked you full into the mattress, setting an animalistic pace as the headboard hit against the wall repeatedly.
“s—slow down, yu!” you whined, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the way his tip hit your cervix without mercy, you on the verge of cumming and creaming all over his dick.
“no—” he shook his head and looked at you, your sweaty hot bodies sticking together. “m’sorry pretty i c—can’t—”
yuta hiccuped and whined and cried at the way your greedy pussy was milking him for all of his worth, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. the amount of times yuta fisted his cock to the thought of you like a pervert, just like this, spread out and pretty, didn’t even come close or compare to the real thing laying in front of him right now.
“m’gonna pull out, okay?” he muttered. “gonna cum—“
“nuh uh!” you whined, wrapping your thighs tightly around his waist to keep him inside, your arms clutching his brooding shoulders. “i want you to dump it inside of me.”
“i— inside?!” he swallowed.
you nodded and smiled sweetly at him through your fucked out expression and puffy pouty lips, a sight he never ever wanted to forget in his life and keep the privilege of looking at every day, just for him.
yuta groaned again and shoved his face back into your neck, squishing your tits in his hands and holding on to them for dear life as you milked his cock, slamming his hips up to meet yours and you whimpering at how deliciously rough he was.
“mm— fuck!” you squealed as you felt yuta’s hot ropey cum shoot up your walls, bucket loads of it filling you to the brim as you felt your own orgasm wash over you, his hand pressing down against your lower tummy as he hiccuped against your neck.
you both grabbed on to each other as you tried to come down from your highs, your skin sticky and hot as his steamy breath fanned over your ear shakily, the booming of music downstairs shaking the walls a little and the sounds of footsteps walking down the halls filling your ears.
yuta gently peeled himself from you and slowly, delicately— pulled his dick out, his pupils dilating at the sight of his milky cum oozing out of you sluggishly.
his dizzy eyes flickered over to your dazed and tired face, smiling softly. “are you okay baby?”
you closed your eyes as he leaned down and brushed some of your hair away from your eyes, laughing a little. “yeah.”
“wait here—” he whispered before getting off the bed and walking over to what he assumed was the bathroom, retrieving a random towel.
coming back over, he tenderly spread your legs and cleaned you up, rubbing soothing circles into your ankles with his thumbs as he did so before plopping back down on the bed next to you, pulling you softly into his arms.
that was the first time you both had sex together, and as the fact registered into your head, you buried your face into his bare chest shyly.
“hm?” yuta looked down at you. “what, baby?”
“you’ve seen me naked now,” you muttered, voice faintly muffled.
he giggled lowly. “you’ve seen me naked now too.”
“your dick is big,” you leaned back a bit. “i can’t believe you’ve been keeping that thing hostage from me.”
yuta choked at your blunt statement and shook his head. “i’ve always wanted this baby, believe me.” he kissed your forehead and nuzzled his face into your neck. “i just didn’t want to disrespect you pretty so i just didn’t know if you wanted it like i did.”
“but i do—”
he laughed again, “i know you do, now i do.”
you smiled sheepishly as yuta caressed your back with his fingertips lovingly, feeling like he was at the gates of heaven with you in his arms after having shared something so intimate like that for the first time, something he only lived in his sleepy dreams prior to this moment.
“i love you, yu.” you mumbled against his chest, and his heart absolutely melted as he captured your lips in a sweet sweet kiss.
oh how he loved you, and the sight of your gorgeous naked body next to him, your breathtaking unreal face looking at him and only him with those eyes—
was something he wouldn’t trade for the world.
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