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˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ ゚ ༘*.゚˚₊‧𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥☆ 。 。 ゚ ༘*.゚
#⊹ ⋆꒰ఎ ♡ ໒꒱ ⋆゚⊹#🎀。゚・。゚ᐠ( ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ )ᐟ。゚・。゚🎀#可憐#かわいい#アニメ#キュート#可愛い#⭐☆*:.。.oによる 🌺🏝️꒰ 🥥 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:・゚☀️🐬𓇼 タコ娘🐙🍧👒#animecore#anime#webcore#kawaiicore#kawaii#otakucore#weebcore#visual novel#vn#game cg#2000s#2000s core#00s#nostalgiacore#emocore#2000s internet#early 2000s#2000s nostalgia#2000s aesthetic#angelcore#anime angel#anime nightcore
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Marine Life Plushies
#animal#plush#plushie#crab#sunfish#turtle#whale#whale shark#clownfish#sea angel#stingray#octopus#dumbo octopus#Japanese#marinelife#marine animals#marine life#ocean life#oceancore#🦀#🐳#🐢#🐙#🐟#🐠#stuffed animals#stuffed animal#toy#soft toy#want
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𒀭﹒my sunshines ! ⊹
these arent all my moots, these are just the ones that came over to my page 🤍 feel free to comment if you wanna change your emoji!!
the harem (most of them are writers pls check them out!!)
@itgirlgyu / @elaichoi (nsfw) — chewy my gum 🫧 @itz-yerin — yerin baby ☃️ @hsgwrld (enha) / @chnlez (nct + skz) — my nutmeg 👹 deactivated — mist my love 🐳 @kenk2w — gigi 🍭 @seolboba — koko 🧋 @banggyu0308 / @aduh0308 — mommy ada 🍑💦 @aistarz — ai my sky 😻 @jaehunnyy — my cookie chip 🦄 @subbyjvnnie — raves 🥞
(deactivated) — trixie my yoghurt 🌸
the sweethearts
(deactivated) — big sister minxy 🦋 @takoyari — ate chelsss @cham3li — lilla katten 💎 @wonbie — paris 🥟 @wnfsd — lita bear @ashxxgyu — ashyyy 🥀 @dawniebear — dawnie 🐸 @c0rn3rst0ne — kiera 🍓 @rapmonkive — rm 🐨 @hueningplushie — lilylove @decaf-flamingo — catnip 🦩 @iheartsimjaeyun — libby 🍉 @j0swhiterice — evee 🍚 @fairy-of-sugar — sugar 🪻 @xikerscentral — mel 🪼 @aeins-archive — my sweetheart aein 🩰 @soluvcore — honeybun 🪽 @soobunnii — angel 🐙
the crackheads (but still sweethearts)
@zombiekidwithraggedyfrills — fanny 🍨 @pop-roxs — water ❤️🔥 @apple-brees — bree 🐺 @aistarz — ai my sky 😻
writers i look up to (pls read at least one of their fics i promise you wont regret it)
tbh i still dont get why they followed me back 😭
@hangyeomcult — chai 🐈⬛ @cathyun — rin bebe ko 🌠 @hoes4hoseok — piper 🐝 @love4heejayke — babi 🌙 @04yangz — mel 💌
anons
😇, 🧸 (where are you i miss you ㅠㅠ), 🍋
tumblr wont let me put more than 30 tags 💔
#◟🫧 ˒ chewy my gum ᰈ#◟☃️ ˒ yerin my baby ᰈ#◟👹 ˒ my nutmeg ᰈ#◟🐳 ˒ mist my love ᰈ#◟��� ˒ gigi ᰈ#◟🧋 ˒ koko ᰈ#◟🍑💦 ˒ mommy ada ᰈ#◟😻 ˒ ai my sky ᰈ#◟��� ˒ my cookie chip ᰈ#◟🥞 ˒ raves ᰈ#◟🌸 ˒ trixie my yoghurt ᰈ#◟🦋 ˒ big sister minxy ᰈ#◟♡ ˒ ate chelsss ᰈ#◟💎 ˒ lilla katten ᰈ#◟🥟 ˒ paris ᰈ#◟♡ ˒ lita bear ᰈ#◟🥀 ˒ ashyyy ᰈ#◟🐸 ˒ dawnie ᰈ#◟🍓 ˒ kiera ᰈ#◟🐨 ˒ rm ᰈ#◟♡ ˒ lilylove ᰈ#◟🦩 ˒ catnip ᰈ#◟🍉 ˒ libby ᰈ#◟🍚 ˒ evee ᰈ#◟🪻 ˒ sugar ᰈ#◟🪽 ˒ honeybun ᰈ#◟🐙 ˒ angel ᰈ#◟🍨 ˒ fanny ᰈ#◟❤️🔥 ˒ water ᰈ#◟🐺 ˒ bree ᰈ
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@littlemoondarling - Moony - 🌙
@heetoldme - Paris - 🥨
@heesnovia - Lita - 💫
@safetiies- Eden - 🧸
@jungworms - D - 🎀
@pop-roxs - Water - 💧
@jerirose - Jeri - 👽
@jakeyzzz - Lelia - 🍄
@aistarz - Ai - 🍭
@cathyun - Rin - 🌠
@143sourdough-pancakes - Catnip - 🦩
@snug-gyu - Tsu - ��
@c0rn3rst0ne - Kiera - 🪷
@multi-stan-jenny - Emmi - 🌸
@frillyladyinwaiting - Frilly - 🍨
@full-sunnies - Channie - 🐍
@soobunnii - Angel - 🐙
@xikerscentral - Ren - 🦕
@bonniebonnet - Bonnie - 🩰
@starsiety - Leia - 🎱
@reivrze - Miyu - 🍓
@ashxxgyu - Ash -
IF I FORGOT UR EMOJI OR YOU WANT ONE PUT IN IN THE COMMENTS OR SEND AN ASK
#moony🌙#ren🦕#paris🥨#eden🧸#D 🎀#water💧#jeri👽#lelia 🍄#ai 🍭#rin 🌠#bonnie🩰#tsu 🍃#kiera 🪷#channie🐍#angel 🐙#frilly 🍨#lita 💫#leia 🎱#emmi🌸#livvy🦩#miyu 🍓#angel ash <3
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you’re so real for that (>v<)っ
i’m good! my day has been pretty lazy since i need rest ><
also could i have the 🐙 emoji? which one would you like? ♡
i'm glad ur getting rest! <3
and ofc! 🐙 is all yours ^^
may i have 🌠 if it's not taken yet?
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HII MY SELLIE ^♡^
HIIII MY LOVE <33
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GOOD MORNING EMMIE AND CONGRATS ON THE JOB INTERVIEW 🥳🥳🥳
but i’m rereading bllk and i was wondering what are all your nicknames/pet names for nagi? and what are his for you?
-🐙
GOOD MORNING TO U MY LOVE!!! (˵´³`(˶ᵔ𖥦ᵔ˶)˚. wahhh fank u! i am nervous but i am just gonna talk my ass off + pray!! eeeeee i’d say i mostly refer to him as sei, maybe shiro too + sometimes just seishiro cause i think his name is super pretty anyway <3 sometimes i call him starboy cause he gets all flustered by it ueueue ò3ó i don’t think he uses too many petnames / nicknames but i def think he uses angel + pretty thing / girl or just pretty <333 he is soooooo!!! so babygirl!!!
#ʚ ₊˚ 💬 — new emmail.#ʚ ₊˚ ⌕ — 🐙 nonnie#loads of ppl use diff petnames for characters + i think that’s so cool akajakak#like the ones they alwyas include in their dialogue <3#but i always use angel + some variation of pretty ___#have a gr8 day my love!!!
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YESSSS finally a quiz that gets me! Thank you Monterey Bay!! You’re my #1 for a reason.
Ready to embrace the sea-crets of the deep?
Uncover your enchanting aquatic alter ego by taking our new deep-sea personality quiz here!
Thank you MBARI for the deep-sea footage!
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white, sparklccc, MROW, green, idk maybe light blue 😚
ALY I WILL CRY ILYSM 🥺😭
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Server Room (4)
(mini series) - jeon jungkook
Pairings: IT!JK x Reader
Summary: Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see that, right?
Ratings: 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Warnings: Explicit language, Mature Contents
Au/Genre: Office au, Mini Series
Word Count: 4.4K
a/n: sorry for the delay, ive been feeling meh these past few weeks. i couldnt do anything, but i got out of the house yesterday and it was great 😌
🐙 Masterlist / AskMe?
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
“We haven’t seen you in a while!"
Taehyung announces, his full voice cutting through your frantic typing. “This project is keeping you from us,”
You swivel in your chair, blinking as you return to the real world, and you see Taehyung pouting and Jimin, holding out a cup of coffee like an angel of mercy.
"Your boss is always giving you hard projects with tight deadlines!" Jimin states, as he hands you the coffee his irritation seeping through the smile.
“Thanks,” you mouthed. One sip of the caffeine reminded you that you’d been glued to this chair since morning with no breaks. Your legs probably forgot how to walk.
"Yeah, that’s what I’ve been saying! She’s either obsessed with you or trying to kill you," Taehyung chimes in, crossing his arms. “Or both. She doesn’t do this to anyone else on your team. Tell me this is your villain arc.”
You sigh as you stretch your back. "I’m the only senior left in the team, okay? After Mr. Tan resigned, all his VIP clients became mine. I don’t really have a choice."
"You need a break," Taehyung declared. "Let’s try that new place across the street for lunch. Jungkook says they serve the best Mexican food."
Ah, Jungkook.
The name pulls at something in your chest. You cleared your throat.
"Since when are you into Mexican food? You don't like spicy.”
He grins, unbothered. "I can skip the hot sauce. But Jungkook says it’s legit, and he doesn’t lie about food."
"Seems like you’re becoming besties with him," you say, keeping your voice casual.
"Oh, he’s great! Always chill, fun to be around. Knows all the best spots for food!” He turns to Jimin for validation, and they high-five.
"I think I’ll pass," you said, taking a sip of the coffee. "I really need to finish this today. You guys go and let me know if it’s worth the hype."
Jimin frowns, his eye smile turning into a pout. "You sure? You’ve been working non-stop. It’s not healthy, YN. Take a break!"
You glance at the screen, the cursor blinking like it’s mocking you.
"I promise,” you replied, your voice softer. “I will," knowing full well that you wouldn’t.
You decided to take your lunch later than everyone else, choosing the quiet solitude of the office cafeteria at off-peak hours. Ordering something light, you sat in a corner, hoping to catch a moment of peace.
But peace? Lol.
Staring blankly at your mug, you tried to turn your brain off, but the week’s events replayed on a loop—meetings, deadlines, late nights. And, of course, the project. Your golden ticket to the promotion you’d been breaking your back for.
You were halfway through your sandwich when muffled giggles from the table next to you pulled you out of your spiraling thoughts. Curiosity got the better of you, and you glanced over, only to see a group of girls from HR, eyes sparkling with admiration. Following their line of sight, you landed on him.
Jungkook.
Effortlessly charming as usual, chatting with a girl from Marketing. His raven hair styled to show his forehead. His smile was so easy and disarming it could probably convince a cat to take a bath.
Fuck. Why was he getting hotter?
You hadn’t seen him since the night he dropped you off a few days ago, your entire interaction limited to his car radio and your yawns. You’d been so exhausted you didn’t even have time to process his stupidly perfect profile in the dim glow of his dashboard, and his glances here and there.
The girl laughed, leaning in closer, completely captivated.
Yeah, girl. I get it.
You got it. Of course, Jungkook wasn’t just attractive, he had that rare ability to make everyone around him feel seen, like they mattered.
He had helped you many times, and you couldn’t deny that he made you feel important.
You rolled your eyes, biting back a scoff. "Lunch with my friends, now wooing the entire company.”
Of course, because the universe has a sense of humor, his gaze flicked in your direction.
Caught!
You panicked and snapped your attention back to your table, hyper-focusing on the crumbs scattered across your plate.
Back to work, you reminded yourself. Stop dilly-dallying. Deadlines don’t meet themselves.
Without sparing another glance, you stood, your chair scraping lightly against the tile floor. With purposeful steps, you left the cafeteria, your focus already shifting back to the mountain of tasks waiting at your desk.
Hours later, your phone buzzed, pulling you out of the depths of your typing. The buzzing continued, and when it started to feel too annoying, you finally checked to see what all the fuss was about.
You had been added to a group chat: CABIN IN THE LAKE.
Oh, right! The annual cabin trip. That chaotic tradition where you and the group rent the same cozy Airbnb cabin, always timed perfectly for a three-day weekend, thanks to the holiday on Monday.
It started as Jimin and Taehyung’s tradition. Best friends since college, they used to rally their old friend group for Tae’s birthday back when no one was married, living abroad, or caught up in other life changes. But life stole their original squad, leaving just the two of them clinging to their precious tradition.
Enter: the work friends.
First, there was Yoongi. No one knew how Jimin and Taehyung managed to convince him to join. He initially declined, calling it a hassle, but then showed up ridiculously early on the day they were set to leave. Next came Allie, the organizational queen who meticulously planned everything down to the last detail on Excel sheets. And finally, there was you—the corporate masochist roped in because, apparently, you 'needed a break.' They weren’t wrong, of course.
Now, three years later, it had become your thing.
Allie: 📢 Attention: Our annual cabin escape kicks off this weekend. Prepare yourselves, pack early, and leave the burdens of work behind. NO work allowed at the cabin. @ YN, I’m talking to you. 👀 Jimin: If I see a laptop in there, I will literally throw it outside. Tae: no work on my birthday event please thank you! @ YN I’m talking to you 👀 Allie: @ YN, don’t ignore us! You: Calm down, lol. I’m literally finishing everything this week so I can relax with you all Jimin: finally, work-life balance 😀 You: 🙄 im trying my best to work-life-balance the shit out of this Tae: we invited Jungkook during lunch fyi Jungkook: yeaaahhhh👍 Allie: lets talk tomorrow what food to prepare when youre back from your vacation @ Yoongi Yoongi: 👍 Tae: I wish I had so many paid leaves that I could go on a trip after a fishing trip like Yoongi. Jimin: then stop using your PTOs for stupid shit! Yoongi: seen
The phone buzzed relentlessly with notifications. Jimin rambling about work-life balance, Tae hyping Jungkook up for the trip, and Allie sending yet another reminder about what to pack. You muted the chat and let out a long, drawn-out sigh.
Cabin. Lake. Jungkook.
Before you could overthink spending a weekend with him outside of work, you put your attention back to your computer screen, pouring all your tension into the project.
The next day, as expected, you nailed the presentation. Of course, you did. Your boss was full of praise, and the VIP clients were very impressed with the discussion. Sometimes you wondered why you stressed so much, but deep down, you knew the answer. Being good wasn’t enough, you had to be great.
Your sense of self-worth was deeply tied to your accomplishments at work. Sad, but whatever.
You walked into the pantry after the presentation, on your way to another client meeting, when you see your friends, all huddled around.
Yoongi’s fresh off vacation, laughing with Tae, Jimin, and Jungkook. The energy in the room was light, the kind that made you want to linger, but…work. Ugh.
“Didn’t catch a thing!” Yoongi chuckled, shaking his head.
“So why do you always go fishing with him?” Jimin asked, barely holding back a laugh.
“Eh, I didn’t want him to be alone,” Yoongi shrugged, crossing his arms. “Also, someone had to be there for his dad jokes.”
Jungkook groaned. “Man, I miss Jin’s dad jokes. They’re so awful, but it grew on me.”
“You say that now,” Yoongi said dryly, “but after two straight hours of ‘What do you call a fish with no eyes? Fsh,’ I was ready to jump in the lake myself.”
The group burst into laughter, and you found yourself laughing too. They spotted you lingering in the doorway.
“YN! Join us!” Yoongi called, waving you over.
You shook your head, holding up a hand. “I’m literally just passing by. I have a client meeting in like… right now.”
Jimin and Tae both dramatically groaned.
But before you left, you walked over to Yoongi and gave him a quick hug. “Missed you, though. Tell me more about your fishing trip later.”
“You know where to find me,” Yoongi replied with a smirk. “But it was mostly Jin and I sitting on a boat.”
“Sounds riveting,” you teased, waving everyone goodbye as the laughter resumed behind you.
You caught Jungkook’s gaze lingering on you, but you didn’t have time to dwell on it.
The week went by fast, and everyone seemed excited, looking forward to the weekend trip.
After a three-hour drive in the early Saturday morning, you finally arrived at the cabin. The scent of firewood and cedar greeted you like a familiar friend.
The cabin itself was a perfect blend of modern rustic charm—a two-story retreat with three cozy bedrooms, a spacious kitchen, and an inviting living room. Large windows framed breathtaking views of the lake, letting in an abundance of natural light that made the space feel even more open and serene. The crisp air nipped at your cheeks, but the way the sun glinted off the lake beyond the porch made the chill comfortable.
Slowly, you could feel the tension from work beginning to melt away. This was exactly what you needed.
Everyone naturally fell into their roles without a single word exchanged. Allie and Yoongi immediately took over the kitchen, playing MasterChef, while Jimin and Taehyung turned the living room into an entertainment hub. As for you? Well, you were graciously tasked with giving Jungkook the grand tour—not that you minded… at all.
He trailed behind you, nodding intently as you showed him around. You almost sneered at his attentiveness, the way his eyes widened as if you were explaining something groundbreaking.
So, this is Yoongi’s room,” you said, stopping at the first door by the stairs. “You’ll be sharing with him.” You pushed the door open, staying just outside the hallway, revealing two double-sized beds and a massive window with a stunning view of the lake. Jungkook stepped inside, dropping both his and Yoongi’s bags with a quiet thud.
He scanned the room, his gaze lingering on the view before shifting to the door across the hallway. Before he could ask, you preemptively pointed. “That’s Jimin’s and Tae’s room, and here,” you gestured to the door beside his, “that’s mine and Allie’s. Yoongi insisted on not being next to Jimin and Tae. Gods know what they’re up to at night, they make weird noises.”
Jungkook grunted in acknowledgment, his lips twitching into a faint smirk.
“Oh, by the way, each room has its own bathroom. That’s honestly why we keep coming back here. Aside from the lake and other stuff, of course.” You laughed, your voice echoing slightly in the quiet hallway. Just as you were about to show him the balcony at the end of the hall, someone downstairs shouted your name. Probably Jimin or Tae yelling about the cottage.
“Ah, the cottage by the lake!” you exclaimed, snapping your fingers. “It’s a great spot to chill. Or stargaze. We usually take dinners there or nap. It’s kind of our favorite spot,” you added with a grin, gesturing downstairs.
Jungkook mirrored your excitement with his signature scrunched-nose smile. Before you knew it, Tae and Jimin had joined in, whisking Jungkook away to show him around the cottage and the lake. The three of them looked like overgrown kids finally let loose on a playground.
Back in the kitchen, you joined Yoongi and Allie to finish cooking—though, most of it was already done. You ended up as a taste-tester. By the time everything was ready, the three boys had returned, eager to help set the table.
Lunch was a mix of chaos and calm, the former courtesy of Jimin, Tae, and Allie, while Yoongi’s steady presence, and your quiet nature balanced it all out. Jungkook, as the newest addition to your group, fit in seamlessly. Though he was closest to Yoongi, his easygoing nature made him click with Jimin and Tae almost instantly, their shared humor evident in their playful banter.
By the afternoon, everyone was sprawled in the cottage by the lake. The cottage itself was a cozy wooden structure with a charmingly weathered exterior, surrounded by large windows that were often kept open to let in the fresh breeze and the sound of gentle waves lapping at the lake shore. Inside, it was warm and inviting, with rustic wooden beams, soft lighting, and a wraparound porch showing panoramic views of the lake.
You and Allie lay on a mat, scrolling through your phones and occasionally showing each other funny memes or cute animal videos. Yoongi was settled in a chair with a glass of whiskey, reading something through his phone with the occasional hum of approval.
The three boys decided to swim in the lake, and you immediately began muttering prayers under your breath, for what, you weren’t entirely sure.
Maybe for divine intervention to stop Jungkook from being so infuriatingly distracting, or perhaps for the strength to keep your jaw from hitting the floor every time he emerged from the water.
He was wearing a black compression shirt that clung to him perfectly, revealing his colorful inked arm here, the outline of a toned torso there, and let’s not even get started on those thighs, perfectly framed by his black basketball shorts. Every time he strolled over to grab a snack from the picnic basket near you, you pretended to be deeply invested in your phone, eyebrows furrowed like you were decoding quantum physics. Anything to mask the heat creeping up your neck and the very inappropriate thoughts threatening to invade your peace and relaxation.
By evening, you all decided to eat dinner in the cottage, the vibe now tinged with the warmth of alcohol and laughter. The moonlight perfectly cascaded over the lake, its silver glow reflecting off the water and illuminating the cottage like a serene painting. The soft glow of lamps inside added to the ambiance, making everything about the place perfect.
Everyone seemed louder now, the alcohol buzz turning the cozy cottage into a chaotic, laughter-filled arena. Tae and Jimin were wrestling on the floor, mimicking exaggerated WWE moves that made Allie’s contagious laugh echo throughout the space. Yoongi, now a little chatty and loud, had taken on the role of their coach, shouting absurd instructions.
“Chokehold, Tae! No, no, Jimin, counter with the sleeper hold!” Yoongi barked, his face uncharacteristically animated as if he was controlling two game characters.
You watched Jungkook laugh at their antics, his bunny teeth flashing as he swatted away Jimin and Tae’s attempts to drag him into their chaos. But when the two of them finally lunged at him, intent on overpowering him, Jungkook barely even flinched. With a fluid, almost effortless motion, he sent both of them sprawling back onto the couch like they weighed nothing more than throw pillows.
Jungkook is strong.
You don’t know what to do with this information.
It wasn’t the strength itself that caught you off guard, you knew Jungkook worked out, but watching him do it with such ease felt almost... dangerous. You wonder how those strong hands gripping your thighs, pinning you against the wall, as he pounds—nope. Nope.
Stop right there you horny bitch.
You gulped down the flavored beer in your hand, the cool liquid doing little to douse the heat crawling up your neck.
“Thirsty much?” Allie teased, nudging you with a smirk as she caught your flustered state.
“I—yeah,” you mumbled, your voice barely audible over the chaos.
Jungkook’s laugh broke through your spiraling thoughts again, and you stole a quick glance at him. Thankfully, he seemed blissfully unaware of the effect he had on you, just being his playful self, swatting Jimin away like an annoying fly.
You feel the heat building in your core becoming more and more unbearable. You press your legs to try to soothe the feeling but it’s clear that you need more. You need a cold splash of water on your face, or better yet, a shower.
Standing abruptly, you excuse yourself for a 'bathroom break.' Your friends barely glance up, offering quick nods before returning to the chaos around them.
Chaos.
This chaos is the perfect cover for Jungkook.
Ever since he met you, there hasn’t been a single day he hasn’t felt like he’s stuck in his own personal hell.
He’s been avoiding looking at you for far too long, for obvious reasons.
The last thing he wants is to make you uncomfortable. Now that he’s close to you and your friends, he’s doing everything to keep it together, to not let anyone, especially Yoongi, catch on. Yoongi’s too observant, and Jungkook’s painfully aware of that. He’s not ready to talk about whatever is going on with him. Or whatever it is he's feeling towards you.
But that moment in the Server Room? He feels a gnawing guilt in his gut, the worry that he made you uncomfortable. He hasn’t heard a word from you about it, though. Didn’t give any hint that something was off. You would’ve said something if you were uncomfortable, right?
You, with your cold, uptight air, focused only on deadlines. You wouldn’t let him get close if you weren’t okay with him. You’d cut him right away if he crossed a line, right?
Was he imagining you there? Maybe you didn’t actually see him. Maybe you weren't actually in the Server Room. He was probably hallucinating in desire. He’s not sure anymore.
But damn, you don’t make it easy.
Earlier, when you were lying on the mat with Ally, your shorts slipping up just enough to flash him a taste of your soft skin, he nearly choked on his drink. And now, sitting across the cottage from you, your short dress riding up as you adjust your position, the soft glow of your skin under the dim light…
Fuck.
He wonders how your skin would feel beneath his hands… how it would feel if he buried himself in you.
Focusing on Jimin and Taehyung provides some distraction, though the temptation to steal another glance at you lingers like a ghost. Thankfully, no one seems sober enough to notice his wandering eyes, or the way his shorts have grown uncomfortably tight.
You, oblivious to the war raging in his head, excuse yourself with a quick smile at Allie before heading to the cabin.
Thank God.
Finally, Jungkook lets out a deep breath and forces himself to join the conversation.
But just as he thinks he’s getting a break, Yoongi’s voice cuts through. “Jungkook, can you grab the portable speaker I told you to bring?”
“Yeah, I’ll get it.” Jungkook stands up without a second thought, almost like it’s automatic when someone older asks, barely processing Yoongi’s other questions as he heads to the cabin.
You step into the bathroom, stripping your clothes as you go. Your damp panties are a clear evidence of your need, and you groan in frustration. With a shaky breath, you turn on the shower, hoping the cold water will wash away the tension building inside you. But as the droplets hit your skin, they do little to distinguish the fire within.
It hasn’t even been a day in this cabin, and Jungkook is already a problem.
Maybe it’s because it’s been so long since you’ve been with anyone, or perhaps the close proximity is making you hyper aware of him. Maybe it’s the memory of him, lost in his own pleasure in the Server Room, fingers working his body while thoughts of you flickered through his mind. The image awakens something in you. Was it just one-time thing? What did he picture you to be while he touched himself?
You pull yourself out of your thoughts, allowing the shower to wash away your lingering filthy desires.
After the quick shower, you step out, wrapping yourself in a towel. But you’re still burning up.
Sighing in frustration, you sit on the bed and brush through your damp hair, but it's still too wet, so you pat it dry. As you glance into the mirror, your reflection catches your eye. The soft lamplight casts a warm glow on your skin, drawing your attention, and for a moment, you’re entranced by the subtle radiance.
You trail your fingers over your arms, your collarbone, down to your chest. Your nipples harden under your touch, and you groan softly. The cabin is alive with distant laughter from the cottage, your friends blissfully oblivious to your desperation.
The craving intensifies, and without thinking, your hands drift lower, over your stomach, to your thighs. Your legs part instinctively, your fingers finding the slick heat between your folds. You press against your clit, your breath hitching at the electric shock that runs through your body.
You imagine Jungkook’s hands there instead. The way he would touch you, soft and rough. The way he would devour you, make you beg for more.
You picture him. His body, his hands, his mouth—all of it.
As your fingers slide inside, you bite your lip, your body shuddering with need. You pump in and out, the friction building, but it’s not enough. You groan in frustration, you need more.
You need something bigger, harder. You need him.
Your eyes lock onto the round brush on the side, its dark wooden handle glistening in the dim light. Something primal snaps within you. Without a second thought, you grab it, your fingers curling around the bristles as you lift it to your lips. The thick, rounded handle presses against your mouth, and you drag your tongue over it, coating it with your spit.
Your heart races as you slide the handle down your body. Lifting yourself off the bed just enough, you position it at your entrance, the anticipation making your thighs tremble. Slowly, deliberately, you lower yourself onto it, gasping as it stretches you open. Your eyes stay locked on the mirror, watching every inch of the handle disappear inside you.
The sight alone makes your body shiver in need, and soon you can’t hold back. Your hips move instinctively, a slow grind that quickly builds into something desperate. You ride it hard, fast, the rhythm of your movements echoing through the creaks in the room. Each thrust draws a whimper from your lips as your imagine Jungkook beneath you, his strong hands gripping your hips, his dark eyes blazing as you grind against him. The way he’d look at you, the way he would sound as he moans your name, needy and breathy, like how he did in the Server Room.
The creak of the bed grows louder, and in your mind, it’s because of him—pounding into you relentlessly, the headboard slamming against the wall, his deep groans mixing with your cries. How he’d ruin you completely, leaving no part of you untouched.
Your hand remains between your legs, circling and flicking your clit in time with the thrusts. The tension builds and builds, each movement pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
And when you finally let go, when your orgasm crashes over you, it’s intense—like a pressure valve bursting open. You cry out his name, repeating it as your body trembles, your vision blurring as you ride out the waves of pleasure.
The moment Jungkook opens the door to his room, right next to yours, his gaze immediately lands on the portable speaker that Yoongi had asked him for, resting casually on the table alongside his other things. He walks toward it absentmindedly, his mind spinning in circles, thoughts tangled and restless.
How could he speak to you alone without feeling like his throat is closing in, without that damn knot of nerves tightening in his chest?
For fuck's sake, he’s not some shy guy. Maybe reserved at first, but shy? No. Not anymore. So why the hell does it feel like your gaze alone could drop him to his knees? He will do whatever you tell him—crawl, bark, beg. Whatever you wanted. No hesita—
"Fuck, Jungkook..." A moan. So soft, so faint, it feels like his mind is playing tricks on him.
And then another moan, but this time incoherent, then a soft creak, followed by the rhythmic sound of a bed moving.
His body goes rigid, every nerve on high alert. You’re in there. Alone. What the hell is going on?
He moves toward the wall separating you from him, pressing his ear against it, desperate to hear more of you.
Another moan, louder this time, long and dripping with need.
His breath stutters, pulse hammering in his ears. The muscles in his jaw tighten, his cock twitching involuntarily. The sound of you—fuck. That’s how you sound? Beautiful. Perfect. Needy. And shit… you’re thinking of him? Fucking yourself, imagining him? He’s losing his mind.
His shorts feel suddenly painfully tight. His hands tremble, fumbling at his waistband, pulling the thing that’s aching to be freed out of both pants and boxers in one desperate motion.
The moans and soft whimpers continue and it’s too much. He grips his cock, the hard length throbbing in his hand as he starts to pump. His strokes grow frantic, desperate, matching the steady pulse of the bed as it rocks with your need. His mind floods with images of you—your fucked out face, wet lips parted in pleasure, the way your body arches, shivering beneath him, trembling with each of his movements. He imagines your nails dragging down his back, marking him, claiming him as his own. The sound of his name on your lips again and again, each breath getting closer to his ear, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper, tighter.
When you cry out his name again, he can’t take it anymore, he bursts. His release hits him hard, his body shuddering as he spills his hot white cum into his hand, and some of it staining the walls.
He stood frozen—breathless, trembling, overwhelmed by the weight of a realization.
You, an actress.
Behind the mask of ambition, beneath the cold exterior of reservation and control, lies a desperate, hidden need.
You had begged for it in silence.
He would make sure you screamed for it out loud.
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NEW MOOTIE PATOOTIE⁉️
HOW ARE YOU TODAY? ♡
if tumblr messes up the format of those gifs i may riot
HELLO HELLO MY NEW MOOTIE PATOOTIE
just got married twice today so im really happy rn 😭💞💞💞 AND WBU HOWS YOUR DAY SO FAR???
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HIIIII ur oc is so cute i love her 🥺 her dynamic with jamil looks so funny could you elaborate on ur thoughts 👉👈
HAHA... yall yearn for some toxicity...
Recommended to read her OC intro/lore for context
No one knows why or how Vic’s attraction to Jamil began (I mean can you blame her?) At first glance, it might seem hypocritical for someone like Vic, who values raw honesty above all else, to be into someone who constantly hides his true feelings and intentions. But Vic is highly perceptive; she sees through Jamil's polite masks and recognizes the similarities between them. It’s his rare moments of unfiltered honesty (when his sharp tongue slips or his composure cracks) that make her swoon 🥰 On the other hand, when he’s overly polite or uncharacteristically kind, she finds it unsettling and even a little disturbing. It feels insincere and unnatural... ''T-That's not Jamiru...''
Jamil's opinion on her is that she's just a little weird. She reminds him a bit of Ace with her mischievous tendencies, which is precisely why he doesn’t trust her around Kalim. (She has a habit of charming Kalim into giving her “small” sums of money).
Still, while she can be... a little inconvenient sometimes, Jamil doesn't hate her, not at all!! In fact, Jamil would never admit just how much her constant attention and praise inflate his ego. Her enthusiasm for even his smallest successes leaves him secretly flattered, though he’s careful not to show it. He may even take advantage of her willingness to help him when it suits his needs...... she’s too eager to be useful to him for him not to 🤭
Despite his cool demeanor, he isn’t entirely heartless when it comes to her. His attentive nature means he’s quick to notice when she’s in trouble, and he sometimes finds himself worrying about her safety. That said, there’s a darker part of him, a tiny, selfish voice, that sometimes wonders if it’d be easier to just leave her to her fate. For example, if she were kidnapped, (basically the NBC event ig??) his initial instinct would be to rescue her. But then, the little devil on his shoulder might whisper, ''Just leave her. Think of the peace and quiet. No more headaches!'' while his conscience, his inner angel, would protest, ''You’d never forgive yourself if you left her!'' In the end, Jamil almost always listens to the angel, albeit with a heavy sigh and gritted teeth.
overall fun facts
Jamil seems to run into Vic more often than he'd like. While he’s pretty sure she’s not stalking him, the sheer frequency of their encounters feels like a cruel cosmic joke... He detests the way she greets him ''Hi, Jamiru~'' in that same overly sweet, breathless tone every single time.
He’s lost count of how many times he’s been jumpscared by her presence in the Scarabia lounge, usually because Kalim invited her over for dinner. Of course, Kalim never listens to Jamil's constant ''stop interacting with her so much'' speeches.
He now has a double reason to not get near the game board club (🐙🐙🐙)
Ace is quick to notice her blatant favoritism when she comes to watch their basketball matches, complaining that she always cheers for Jamil and not for him. Jamil pretends not to care of course, but we all know he basks in the attention.
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Asks about your fictional caregiver!
This is for everyone who has any type of fictional caregiver, regardless of if that's platonic, romantic, ect! Be respectful when asking and remember to send an ask to the person who you reblog this from!
I will be making a fictional regressor version soon as well!
🐶. Who are your fictional caregivers? Do you have a 'main' one?
🐳. Is there an age and/or animal you find yourself regressing to around your caregiver? Alternatively if you have multiple fictional caregivers is there a different age and/or animal you regress to around each one?
🐇. Talk about your relationship! Is it platonic, romantic, ect, what is your dynamic like?
🦖. What can your fictional caregiver do to get you into your regression headspace?
🐙. Do they have any nicknames for you? Is there meaning behind them?
🐛. Does your fictional caregiver a specific type of caregiver? (Ie a parental caregiver, a doctor caregiver, an angel caregiver, ect)
🐧. Is there anything your caregiver helps you with while you're regressed?
🦝. What are they like as a caregiver? Feel free to talk about as many as you want.
🐏. What would your fictional caregiver do if you were upset? How would they comfort you?
🐄. If you had a nursery how would you decorate it? Would your caregiver(s) be allowed to decorate it too?
🐘. If you had a play date with another fictional regressor or fictional caregiver who would they be? Would you like to do anything specific with them?
🐯. What would your ideal day with your fictional caregiver look like?
🐭. What meals and/or treats would they make you? Is there something they only really make you when you're regressed?
🦉. Do you have any regression gear that you use around them?
🦄. Do they have any particular activities they like doing while you're regressed?
🐈. Do they have any toys they like to play with you while you're regressed?
🦇. Do you have any TV shows you'd watch together? Are they 'typical' regression shows?
🐼. Do you have any video games that you would play with your fictional caregiver?
🐍. If you want to make an edit based around your relationship with your caregiver(s)
🐝. Talk about your fictional caregiver! It can be any information you want to share about them- It doesn't need to be caregiver or regression related!
🐤. Free space for any question I missed!
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hihihi congrats on 200 that’s so awesome n u deserve it im obsessed with ur work n writing style!! 🫶🏽 could i req 🐙🔥🍕 with suna rintaro :p congrats again!!!!
BAE GUESS WHO GOT IT DONE IN 12-14HRS u really skipped the queue.. i frothed at the mouth the entire time while writing this btw i need him so bad. um yeah. have ur man
shameless — rintarō suna x gn!reader
wc: 1330 (short fic what.)
cws: swearing, kissing. that's it methinks. not proofread, may be ooc, suna flirts like a bitch and acts like one too.
you've liked rintarou suna forever. and now, you're lucky — or unlucky — enough to be living with him. damn your brother for being such an angel; suna had needed a place to stay, and of course your brother was the first to offer. now, you often find yourself alone with him, and you can't exactly complain, can you?
"good night," you murmur, getting off the couch. "i'm going to bed now."
you're already in your PJs, ready for bed. your brother isn't home, and suna is still sprawled across most of the couch, eyes glued to the TV. when he hears your words, he instantly loses the resting bitch face, lips curving up into a sly smile.
"'s not a good night unless you're here," he replies. "and you're leaving now, so..."
"have you no shame? flirting with your friend's younger sibling like this?" you cross your arms over your chest, glaring at him — trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
"not really, no," his grin stretches impossibly wider.
"wow." you don't really know what to say, and suna snickers derisively.
what should you be saying? stop flirting with me? carry on flirting with me please i love you? you turn around again, and to your surprise, all the lights are off in the hallway. the light switches are at the other end of the hall, and you are deathly afraid of the dark. you look down helplessly at the book in your hands, then take a deep breath. "suna, can i borrow your phone?"
"what for?"
"um.. the lights are off, and—"
"the switches are right over there," he says, turning to look at you. "you can—"
something must be showing on your face because his eyes widen and he stops talking. "y/n, are you afraid of the dark?"
"no!" you reply too quickly, and he smiles, having gotten his answer. he pats the cushioned spot next to him. "sleep here, i'll get you to your room when i finish this."
you hesitate for a moment. should you?
fuck it. you roll your eyes — just for show — before plopping down beside him again. the force of your fall makes you bounce straight into his side, and your hand shoots out to grab the first thing it can reach — in this case, his shirt. you freeze for a moment, unsure of what to do. when you don't move, suna wraps his arm around your waist and shifts you to his lap, leaning you against his chest like it's the most natural thing in the world. the dark-coloured t-shirt stays bunched up in your hand.
"this okay?" he hums when you don't say anything. you nod against his chest, face aflame as heat spreads across your cheeks. he pulls his knees up to further secure you, right hand wrapped loosely around his left to hold you in place. your breaths are in sync, and as your consciousness slowly slips away and the noise of the TV becomes a comforting hum, you feel suna gently rest his head on top of yours.
"i love you," he whispers into your hair, and he presses his lips to the top of your head. suddenly, you're wide awake, hyper aware of everything around you — the TV, his arms around you, the firmness of his lean yet muscled torso — everything.
as soon as you consciously process his words, your head snaps up — and hits his face.
"ow, fuck," gasps suna, startled. you don't see any blood, but you did notice how loud the sound was, so it must've still been extremely painful. but you also notice how he doesn't even think of himself, turning to you with concern in his eyes. "you okay? bad dream?"
you shake your head, feeling slightly dazed. "you... love me?"
realisation dawns upon his face as he gets up, wincing suddenly. "i'll explain later, i—" he stops speaking, pointing at his mouth, and you nod in understanding.
"i'll help you take care of it," you volunteer. he shakes his head, no. this is ignored as you pull him to the kitchen, heedless of any further refusals. all the time, he is acutely aware of the way his hand feels in yours, and the nervous energy you radiate as you gently press the ice pack against his mouth, lower lip caught between your teeth in concentration. and while you're fixated on his lips, you don't know that he's fixated on yours too.
☆
suna leans back against your headboard, tugging at the hem of his t-shirt distractedly. you clear your throat to get his attention, perched on the other end of your bed. looking up, he raises a brow at you, deadpanning, "what?"
"you love me," you say, uncertainly.
"isn't that what you heard?"
"well, yes, but—"
"then?" he scoffs. "have some faith in yourself, l/n."
you shoot him a half-hearted glare, and he smiles back in a way that's both gentle and extremely attractive, half lidded eyes boring into yours. "if you want to say something, say it."
you open your mouth to speak, but he interrupts you suddenly. "if you're worried about rejecting me or whatever, don't bother. i don't want to force you into anything, okay?"
his voice is flat with no inflections, no way of letting you know how he feels. you shake your head vehemently. "it's not that at all!"
"then?" he cocks a brow, tilting his head to one side quizzically.
"ilikeyoutoo."
"what was that?"
"i like you too," you say again, slower.
"sorry?"
you begin to say it again when you notice the devilish grin on his face; he'd already heard you loud and clear the first time around.
"fuck you," you say, crossing your arms exasperatedly with a huff.
suna snorts. "bet you'd like to, huh?"
the scandalised look on your blushing face is downright hilarious, and suna is laughing too hard notice you advancing on him with a pillow in your hands — or so you think, because as soon as you raise it over your head, he's pulling you down onto him by your waist with a wolfish smile. he cups your face with one large hand, the other splayed across the small of your back. his voice is annoyingly patronising as he speaks, and a complete contrast to the shit-eating grin on his face. "i play volleyball, baby. you can't just sneak up on me like that."
you roll your eyes, annoyed. or you were annoyed, because now you've noticed the lack of proximity between the two of you, and your mind has gone blank. and then he flicks your forehead sharply, bringing you back into reality muttering a string of curses.
"so," you begin.
"so." he repeats acting snide, although the fingers softly tracing patterns onto your back tell another story.
"i don't know," you admit.
"maybe we should kiss," he suggests. he's messing with you, you can tell by the droll twinkle in his eyes, but you decide to bite anyways.
"maybe we should."
his eyebrows lift up a little, almost imperceptibly. "do you want to?"
"if you want to," you confess, "i'm up for it."
for the second time that night, suna shifts you onto his lap again and kisses you again, although this time he likes it much better. he likes the feel of your lips on his, and he likes the way your hands tangle into his hair.
every movement of his oozes devotion; the way he kisses you is slow and fervent. if you were a god, he would be your loyalest worshipper. if you were a garden, he would spend every conscious second tending to its plants. if you loved him, he would give you the most romantic, passionate, flawless love story to ever have existed, happy ending and all.
and because you do love him, actually, you get to experience just that, courtesy of — although unbeknownst to you at that moment, the person you will go on to spend the rest of your life with — rintarou suna.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー2024> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT
TURBULENCE ✈ JUGRAM HASCHWALTH X F! READER KINKTOBER DAY 27: PLANE SEX
🐙 requested by: Anonymous. Hiii, the theme for the event is a bomb😳Do you write for the Sternitters too? (Bleach). If so, I’d take a Jugram Haschwalth for the airplane sex kink. The gender can be female or gn, I don’t mind. Thanks in advance! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. modern au. business trip. airplane sex. 🐙 wc: 2.4k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist
Ah, he has always been next to the general director. He even works more than him. Jugram this, Jugram that. Go here, go there…
“Jugram-sama, I just received an e-“ you inform but get interrupted by him. “I know…” the blonde answers, checking his phone for the third time since you both seated on that plane.
Uncomfortable, both try to get your legs ready for a lot of hours over the clouds. No matter how much you were -the Silbern company- willing to pay, a last-minute flight across the world only had barely two tickets available on economy. Forget first class, not even a single one free on business class.
However, if Yhwach ordered Jugram to do it, he must do it. And you, his assistant, tried your best to find accommodation… took whatever it took.
You keep quiet as his crystalline eyes fix on the screen of one of his six phones. What an amazing beauty this man holds, with manly features but still delicate to be mistaken by an angel… still, he might be the loneliest of them all, by choice perhaps, pushing everybody away…
“Did you pay wifi on board, right? I’ll need it” he utters, as cold as always. As serious as ever.
You nod, searching for a little card with a special code they gave you when you were checking in.
“Here, Jugram-sama” you give it to him, grazing your fingers. He is not really looking at you, he just seems especially glued to the screen.
It doesn’t take much for the plane’s doors to be finally closed and for a flight attendant to reach your spot. A young beautiful woman, dressed in the airline’s sexy uniform, stops right by your side noticing Jugram still on his phone.
“Ah, Sir. Excuse me, we are about to take off, you should put your phone down until we reach cruise alt-“ she says, shutting up the moment the blonde looks at her in a very “not amused” grim.
The immediate change of that woman when seeing his handsome face isn’t something new for you, in fact, the flight attendant didn’t even notice you were also on your phone. She immediately recognize him, acting all silly and flirtatious towards him.
“Sorry. Will shut it off in a moment” Jugram says, blocking his phone and sliding it inside the chest pocket of his white suit.
You do the same, sighing. It’s ok, the flight attendant won’t notice, nor will Jugram. He doesn’t care about you; you are just a mere software that breathes and speaks to help him… or so you think.
“Fasten it. Tight” he suddenly says, bending just a little to reach for your seatbelt and adjust it closer to your lower stomach. And you gasp, when did he ever cared about your safety?
You nod, again. Out of words, even more than always. You can’t say much, you just fix your eyes into the little screen in front of you. Hot ears, hot cheeks… a simple touch of this man, and you are sent to heaven.
And, speaking of heaven, soon and with your ears popping the plane leaves the ground to be finally airborne. In complete silence, the only sounds you are blessed with are the roaring of the engines and the little creeks of the plastic insides of the plane.
Time flies, they say, when you are comfortable… however, this wasn’t exactly the definition of comfort. You tried to squeeze yourself in that tiny seat, as much as possible. Your left elbow carved into the plane’s fuselage wall, and your right arm crossed over your chest. You don’t wanna take Jugram much space, and as much as you wish, you don’t even dare claiming the middle armrest for your own.
“You look uncomfortable, (Name)” he mutters, this time with his eyes scanning a haggard magazine. You have no idea how he does it, but he sees you without looking.
“Not to sound very cocky, but economy nowadays is a torture… we haven’t even left Germany, and my legs are already dead, I wonder if I’ll be able to walk when we get to Japan” you whisper, as the lights of the cabin have already been turned off and some snoring from other passengers filter in between the sound of the engines.
“Try to rest, we will need energy” he simply says, closing the magazine and turning his head to the side. His eyes closed, but his facial muscles still tensed.
When will you rest, Jugram Haschwalth?
Seven hours in, and that water bottle you chugged in while bored, has started to affect you. But how to leave your seat to go to the bathroom, if that would mean crawling on top of Jugram who has finally -incredible to you- fallen asleep?
Yet, your bladder has a limit and after several minutes trying to forget about your necessities, urgence takes over…
Taking a deep breath before starting to move, you stand up. You hit your head with the overhead compartment and swear in silence. Then, facing Jugram, your left leg goes first, passing over his long legs. And just like this, with your hands on each side of his face, on the headrest, your hips seem like straddled on his, even though your crotches aren’t touching.
A soft rocking motion, known as turbulence, seems to complot against you as it becomes a little more noticeable. It obviously affects your balance, but you are not willing to wake this man up, much less with you in such position.
However, Jugram seems to never really rest, and suddenly a pair of hands land on your waist.
“Careful” he whispers, opening two shining stars per eyes. His hands are strong, his hold making you feel secure.
“I’m sorry, I had to go to the toile-“
“You should have asked me to move…” he answers back, helping you to reach the aisle.
You nod, out of words, and quickly run -as best as you can- to the toilet. You can’t normalize your breathing for at least a couple of minutes after you finally relieve yourself and in the mirror in front of you, you try your best to fix your image…
Yet, seems destiny has decided to play with you, once again…
The up and down motions increase, turbulence becoming more and more noticeable, and a flight attendant asking you to hurry and go back to your seat once you’ve managed to leave the restroom.
You grunt; why in the world there isn’t something able to deal with turbulence yet? Grabbing anything, really, while you walk to your very uncomfortable seat, you pray for Jugram not to be asleep.
“Uh, Jugram-sama, I’m ba-!” you try to ask for him to move so you can squeeze back into your seat. But, of course, to make it a lot more shamefully to you, turbulence makes you jump.
The blonde once again snatches you, this time saving you big time not to hurt yourself badly. You get locked in his arms, on top of his lap. Your face close to his, noses almost touching, eyes fixed on each other’s.
“You ok? Did you hurt yourself? Is your head ok?” he asks, touching the back of your head, grabbing you real close to his body, seriously worried.
You nod, finally breathing back.
“I’m ok… thank you for saving me, Jugram-sama” you whisper, letting your forehead rest on his shoulder. You are sure you shouldn’t have done such thing, but you couldn’t help it… it is hella scary to feel like gravity has abandoned you.
“Don’t… worry” he whispers back, allowing you to rest as much as you wish on him. His hand on your head makes it clear, “stay here if you wish”
The scent of his skin, and the sweet perfume he wears, makes you dizzy… what a delicious combination. The warmth of his flesh on your lips, invites you to kiss him… how much you wish you could do it, but just the way the plane moves will have to do, an indirect kiss that can’t be call as it.
And, the more the plane moves, the more you softly jump on his lap. And Jugram seems to tense, more and more… is it that maybe the constant graze of your legs on his crotch, the warm breath of your mouth, or your nose buried on his skin it is making it really difficult for him?
You notice his muscles becoming stiff, and thankful for the darkness surrounding the fuselage, you take a little bit of advantage of the situation… I’m sorry, Jugram-sama, this is a dream came true.
However, common sense comes back to you; “Sorry, Jugram-sama! I’m gonna go back to my seat. I’m sorry...” you try to stand up, but you can’t.
“Stay…” he grunts in your ear, pressing your body, harder, against him. This time you can feel a man’s reaction to a beautiful woman jumping on him…
You look at him; this time your eyes are imbued with lust. You only just needed a plead, a single word… you are just a human, you have been pushed to the limit… You have always wanted him… and apparently, he has always wanted you.
Perhaps a couple of seconds passed, but to you it felt like an eternity. His hand landed on your cheek, with its fingers reaching the back of your head.
In silence, trying to recognize each other’s traits with the soft led lights of the bathroom sign on the back of the plane, you spend some more minutes until he devours you in one kiss.
It is more than magical and also painfully needy; you have no idea if he had been wanting to kiss you since forever, or this is just something out of the blue. And who cares? Kiss me more, Jugram-sama.
Indecently, the kiss become more and more deep, in a full plane, surrounded by strangers… and his hardness keeps growing, as if was searching for your core to go desperately deep inside.
“Toilet, go. Wait for me” he commands in between tongues playing.
You widen your eyes; he wants to fuck you in that tiny bathroom?
“Please…” he adds, again pleading, begging.
You nod, this time biting your lower lip. He helps you; the turbulence continues but has decreased in intensity. You walk to the bathroom in the back, praying for nobody, including the crew, to see you.
Your clearly agitated -and horny- imagery reflects on the mirror of the tiny toilet. You wonder how is Jugram going to manage to get inside without being noticed.
Trust Jugram Haschwalth, he is not only wise, he is rich and the second hand of one of the largest companies in the world…
“Miss, if I give you my number, would you close the bathroom for me and my assistant? She is not feeling well and I will try to help her. Please, contact me soon, we are soon purchasing a private jet, and we will need a flight attendant like you to join us”
“Oh! Of course, Jugram-sama! Thank you!! And please, don’t worry, take all the time you need!”
A sudden knock on the door announces he is here, not even a minute has passed. You open, sticking yourself against the back of the toilet. Amazed you noticed nobody but him around, where are the flight attendants?
There is no time to think, as he gets inside and closes the door right behind him. Pleased with the loud noises of that Boeing 777, he turns you around. Your belly hits the mini counter, Jugram’s hands lowering your bamboula pants.
“I don’t know why you chose to wear these today, but I’m so glad you did” he grunts in your ear, as it was hella easy to lower them down and expose your ass.
You were about to reply it was because of comfort, but it’d be pointless to add anything at all. He lifts your right leg on top of the counter, for better access, feeling your wetness with his free hand.
His chest hits your back, his chin carved on your shoulder, both looking at each other through the mirror.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time… I’m sorry it has to be on a plane’s toilet” he says, smirking.
For a long time, Jugram-sama? Amazed, amused, impressed… the very first time he is showing you a smile and it’s when he has his fingers inside your folds…
“I- I don’t- I don’t care…” you simply answer, because you can’t even think straight; by now, Jugram has started fingering you like nobody else did before.
Your inner thighs tremble, your skin becomes bumpy. Your hand tries to reach for Jugram’s hips, you want him closer -inside-. And he understands his job, immediately.
“You want me to fuck you, mh?” Jugram asks, pinching your cheeks and making you look yourself in front of the mirror.
“yes… please…” you plead, lifting your hips, grabbing yourself from the little counter in front of you. It isn’t easy not to lose balance on such a tiny place, on a plane with occasional turbulence.
Jugram, however, seems not to notice the motion of the plane and keeps both feet steadily on the ground. He lowers his zipper, freeing his sex from his white pants. Ready, so ready to impale you, he doesn’t even take a single moment to do it.
His strong hand lands on your mouth the moment he finally gets deep inside you; a Boeing might be loud, but your moan could have been heard by others.
The slaps against your ass and thighs force you to put your hands on the mirror in front, where both never stopped looking at each other. It is both magical and perverted the way you enjoy this moment through the reflection.
One, two, three. More and more. But is not enough, is not deep enough… “Come here…” he commands, turning you around.
You pant, legs trembling, wanting more and more.
Jugram sits on the toilet and spreads his arms to receive you. And you immediately understand; time to bounce on his hard sex.
You let yourself fall on his lap; the need allows his dick to slide right in with no difficulty whatsoever. Facing your blonde lover snatches your lips in a feverish kiss, his hands press the small of your back against him, and his legs begin to bounce along with you… ah, deep Jugram-sama; deep, fast… faster…
And now turbulence is making it even better, don’t you think?!
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THEME SO PRETTY SELLIE!!!!! ^♡^
THANK U SO MUCH, LOVIEEE <33 I LOVE YOURS TOO !! you n dawnie r matching ?? CUTEEE :3
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