#i just wanna see more of the office… everytime we see it anytime other than the beginning of the episode

[5hrignold]

i absolutely love what their dynamic turned into in the show but whenever i watch the sf pilot im reminded of how much i love the way charlie just kinda slugs on behind pim and lets him do his thing and the only time in the episode he really gets his own moment he has no idea what to say to desmond and can only say they’ve failed. like i love the side of charlie that can be like overly passionate and kinda unapologetic and the way there’s nothing that can change his mind when he’s set on something and i dont even want it to be changed back to that but man . i just love it

[smoochkooks]

—hymne a l’amour (m.)

⟶ pairing: park jimin/reader

⟶ genre: smut, fluff, tiny bits of angst

⟶ word count: 5.5k

⟶ summary: it’s valentine’s day and your boyfriend decides to surprise you in more ways than one. and when you’re dating park jimin, cocky, smart and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of absolutely nothing.

⟶ warnings: dom!jimin, sub!reader, big dick!jimin, sir kink, oral (m receiving), thigh riding, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, ass slapping, dirty talk, use of degrading names, unprotected sex, mentions of jimin having a daddy kink, jimin being disgustingly sweet boyfriend, oc having at least 2 (two) mental breakdowns, cringy valentine’s day presents

this is eldorado valentine’s day special but it can be read as a standalone. enjoy! xx

Spending Valentine's Day in the city of Paris is like walking through the streets of Beijing and smelling the strong essence of soy sauce and chicken every time you take a breath.

Overwhelming.

(Or at least that's what you think is a good comparison, since you've never stood your foot in Beijing before.)

Paris seems to be on another level when it comes to celebrating Valentine's Day. It's because that's the city of love, someone may say, but no, my friend, it's not just that. French grammar isn't the only stupid thing about said country. Citizens are even weirder, in more ways than one. It's the Eiffel Tower and the smell of garlic that disguises it all when you first visit France.  

A week before February 14th, restaurants, cafees and grocery shops are all covered from head to toe in red hearts, chubby cupids, big teddy bears, various kinds of roses and, at the top of that – everywhere you focus your eyes on, you spot those huge inscriptions where words ‘love’ and ‘I love you’ are spelled in hundred different types of swirly fonts.

It's all too kitschy for your liking but tourists and locals don’t actually mind it even a bit. Once a year Paris turns into a set of the most cliché rom-com and no matter how irksome it might feel, you just have to survive this festival of boofonery.

You've always despised Valentine's Day with every fiber of your being (mostly because you hadn’t had anyone you could actually spend this day with) but your judgement took a sharp three-sixty turn when certain blond, charismatic man entered your life. Now, while you’re happily taken, a romantic dinner and a bouquet of red roses don’t sound that bad.  

But when you're dating someone like Park Jimin, a smart-ass, cocky and obnoxiously good-looking archeologist, you can be sure of abosultely nothing.  

It's a little past ten, you’re laying in your king-size bed, a day before the actual Valentine's Day. Jimin informed you he was going to be late for dinner because of some extra paperwork he had to do in the office, so you patiently wait for him. Wrapped like a fancy Christmas gift in a new pair of flimsy, lacy lingerie you recently bought in Victoria’s Secret, all hidden underneath Jimin's baggy t-shirt (the combination of casual and slutty never fails to drive him crazy). The set is cute, in a baby pink colour. The last time you pulled a move like this, Jimin went hard, literally and lyrically.

Let's just say that Park Jimin (and his dick) likes high-quality underwear.

Dating Jimin has taught you a few things, one of them being that his sex drive is insatiable, so you always need to be prepared. That’s why you're now laying here, on your bed, freshly shaved and smelling of coconut, your precious pussy ready to be worshipped by Jimin's mouth.  

When you hear the familiar jingle of keys and the door to your apartment swings open, you squeal in excitement, grabbing your phone from the nightstand to scroll through it mindlessly so you don’t come across a girl whose only purpose in life is to get dicked down by her boyfriend.

(Which, right now, is your only purpose.)

“Babe, I’m home!”

You hear Jimin pulling off his shoes and coat, so you shout back, “I’m in the bedroom!”

He seemed to be in a good mood in the morning and if nothing's changed, you're positive about getting some action tonight. A well-deserved orgasm after work it's all you crave. You squeeze your thighs, and wait.

“God, I’m so fucking exhausted.” Jimin announces upon entering the room and as soon as those words leave his mouth, he collapses face down onto the bed. His lifeless corpse smells like sweat mixed with his usual cologne and you wrinkle your nose in disgust.

And that’s on getting railed by your boyfriend tonight.

“Hi, sweetheart,” he murmurs after a moment, voice laced with tiredness. He grunts and lifts himself up to place a chaste kiss on your lips. He tastes like bitter coffee and it makes you cringe, but you kiss him back nonetheless. He pulls off too fast for your liking and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck instead. He cuddles into your side, mumbling something about you feeling warm.

In your head, you count. When was the last time you two had sex? Right, last Tuesday. Oh boy, what a night it was. Your ass still hurts a little while sitting on a chair, a byproduct of your boyfriend's palm landing smack after smack on your cheeks. Lesson learned: never smile too broadly to the waiter who blatantly flirsts with you. You're sure the whole appartment complex heard that night who makes you feel that good  

(As if they don’t already know.)

See? Park Jimin is unpredictable.

“How was work?’’ you decide to ask instead, clearing your thoughts from the inappropriate images of Jimin’s bare body pressed to yours as he fucked you that night. You thread your fingers through his blond locks just the way he likes, massaging his scalp.

He sighs, his words muffled when he speaks. “This new employee can’t do shit. I had to prepare everything before tomorrow's expedition by myself,” he says. “I have to tell Namjoon to fire his ass.”  

You falter your movements for a second. Right, the expedition. You completely forgot about it. Jimin's going to be out of town for the whole day, digging in the soil in some French village the name of you cannot pronounce.

It looks like your fancy lingerie has to wait for her big premiere a little longer.  

“What time are you planning to be back home?” you ask.

“Dunno. Probably late.” Jimin exhales loudly, his breath tickling your neck. His hand travels to your nude thigh, giving it a firm squeeze. You fight back a moan that threatens to spill from you mouth. You really need to get laid soon. “We set off at 6am.” he adds, tracing circles on your bare skin. Your smile drops.

So the plans for morning sex on Valentine's Day stay where they belong. In your dreams.  

“You're so soft. And you smell like coconuts. I could stay like this forever.” Jimin mumbles, circling your waist with his arms and pulling you even closer to him.  

You sigh, basking in this situation just for a while, stroking Jimin's hair and listening to his steady breathing until he eventually falls asleep. Still fully clothed, still with his hand on your thigh. Carefully, so you don’t wake him up, you get up from the bed to take off your underwear. You do feel a little disappointed, but it's okay.  

When you settle yourself on the bed next to Jimin again, your back facing him, a strong arm pulls you flush to his body. You hear him sighing with relief, and it makes you smile to yourself.  

Lights off, everything can wait for tomorrow.

In the morning, just like expected, you wake up alone. There's no sight of Jimin, his side of the bed empty and cold. For your dismay, there’s no bouquet of red roses waiting for you in the kitchen, no box of chocolates or a small, cheesy note with your name written on it. Not even a short “Happy Valentine's Day, baby!” text on your phone. Absolutely nothing.  

You tells yourself it’s fine. Maybe Jimin didn’t have enough time, maybe he was too occupied with expedition to prepare something special, maybe the big surprise is yet to come. However, you can’t quite shake off the feeling that something do seem odd and it makes you anxious. Leaving without a single text is not Jimin's style. Not when it's your first Valentine's Day spend together.

You probably shouldn’t worry that much. It's not a big deal, after all you hate those types of annual holidays and Jimin knows it. Yet something about the whole situation makes you uncontrollably uneasy. You have never been like this, vulnerable and sheepish. You hate Park Jimin for turning you into such a softie.

Walking through the streets of Paris makes you feel nauseous. You look at all the happy couples sucking each others’ faces for everyone to see and fight an urge to gag. Someone shouts “Love is in the air!” and you almost throw up. Everytime you see someone holding heart-shaped balloons or flowers, you whip your head in other direction. It's nothing, you keep reminding yourself. A stupid holiday that doesn’t mean anything at all.

But the actual nail to the coffin happens to be the atmosphere in Eldorado headquarters. It drives you absolutely crazy.

It's 12am and still no word from Jimin. You checked: this bastard was online one hour ago, so he just doesn’t want to talk to you. Fine, mister. If this is how you wanna play, try sucking your dick by yourself, beacuse I’m not getting near it anytime soon, you think to yourself, filled with rage.

Yeri wiggles her pretty eyebrows at you and asks about your plans for tonight. You fake a giggle, saying that Jimin will probably surprise you with something when he gets back from his expedition. The words taste bitter on your tongue, especially when the high hopes you had simply melted away this morning. Your friend then starts babbling about the restaurant she's going to with Jungkook after work and you listen to her rant with forced smile on your face the whole time.

Meanwhile, a few meters away from you Hoseok is giggling like a teenager, typing something on his phone, without a doubt (sex)texting his girlfriend. She's out of town and you’re more than sure Hoseok hasn't gone to bathroom ten minutes ago just to take a piss. Even Namjoon is in a pleasant mood today, humming some old ABBA hits under his breath. Yesterday he couldn’t shut up about his date with a girl who’s also his new neighbour. He met her when she came by to give him homemade croissants. Ironically, that sounds a lot like some kdrama lovestory to you, and Namjoon hates kdramas.

During lunch time, you scroll through your Instagram and almost slam your phone on the wall. There's a new photo uploaded on Kim Seokjin's account.  

kimseokjin92: Celebrating Valentine's Day on Maldives w @minsuga #couplegoals #boyfriends #valentinesday #loveislove

They are on fucking Maldives. Fucking Maldives! You grit your teeth. It's fine. Completely fine.

But the absolute peek, the moment when you almost break down into tears and curl yourself into a ball of misery, comes in the person of Jeon Jungkook. He enters the office with a bouquet of the most beautiful red roses you have ever seen, a huge grin plastered on his stupid face.

Your heart clenches in your chest. Park Jimin could never.  

Jungkook hands Yeri the flowers and she laughs, slapping his chest when he starts declaiming Romeo's monologue from the Shakespeare’s tragedy. He then kisses his girlfriend deeply and lovingly, making her cheeks flush in crimson. Hoseok coos at them, Namjoon following him. You swear you saw Jungkook's tongue in the process of said heavy make out session.  

(Jealously is an awful emotion, you've decided a long time ago.)

An hour later, the bouquet stands proudly on Yeri’s desk and you stare at it with melancholy. You briefly avert your gaze to Jimin's desk and the memories flash before your eyes. The same desk he had you bent over, skirt bunched around your waist and cock drilling into your pussy, when you both stayed together at work after hours not so long ago.  

You mentally slap yourself. Get your shit together, woman. It's not like he broke up with you. It's just some stupid holiday. It's nothing.

“Something's wrong?’’ Yeri asks you with genuine concern written on her face.  

You swallow, forcing yourself to smile. “No, everything's fine. Just a headache.”  

She eyes you suspiciously. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” you say. Even though your friend doesn’t look convinced, she eventually stops bothering you.

It's all good. My boyfriend forgot about our first Valentine's Day together but everything's alright. No worries, you want to say instead.  

Later that day, when you exit the elevator and walk straight to your apartment, a strange smell of something burning fills your nostrils. Is that food? A real fire? No, that's definitely some meat that stayed too long in the oven.

The closer you are, the smell becomes stronger, like it’s actually coming from your apartment. You furrow your eyebrows.

“What the fuck.” you mutter to yourself.  

When you open the door, your jaw falls slack, eyes wide like saucers.

Never, in your entire life, had you thought  you would see Park Jimin, your own dearest boyfriend, popping out from the kitchen with his hair disheveled, sweat coating his forehead, wearing a black suit underneath the most ridiculous apron you have ever seen: pink with a big-ass ‘mr good lookin is cookin' written in the middle.  

(Can someone remind you why are you dating him? Oh, thank God he isn’t naked underneath.)

He looks completely lost when he spots you, waving awkwardly in your direction. It's probably the first time he touched something in the kitchen that isn’t coffee machine. He’s so flustered that you almost forget he nearly turned your apartment into ashes.

“Hi, babe.” he says sheepishly.

It takes all the willpower you hold not to spit a lung watching your boyfriend who absolutely hates cooking, trying to look unimpressed by the smell of burnt food. He does a pretty poor job though, an apron not helping in the situation.

“Happy Valentine's Day!’’ he exclaims perhaps a bit too enthusiastically, approaching you and planting a kiss on your cheek. And after that, you burst into hysterical laughter.  

(Seriously, you almost lose your own breath three times.)

Jimin looks terrified but most importantly – put out. You’re probably hurting his enormous, almost the size of Russia pride right now. (Not your fault Jimin has the biggest praise kink on the planet.)  

“Why are you laughing? Is it because of the chicken? Fine, I can’t cook for shit but I tried, okay? I didn’t have enough time and it was the middle of the night in Korea so I couldn’t just facetime my mum for advice and-”

You interrupt his rambling with a searing kiss, effectively shutting him up. He falters for a moment but quickly catches up, pulling you closer to him, placing his hands on your waist and deepening the kiss.  

But then, when his about to trail kisses down your throat, you hit his arm.

“What was that for?!” Jimin yelps, looking at you with astonishment.

“I thought you fucking forgot about the Valentine’s Day!” you yell, slapping his chest. “Why didn't you tell me about this?!”

“Because the definition of surprise says you can’t reveal it sooner?” he reponds in a mocking tone.

“Oh, shut up.” you grumble and pull him in for another kiss. You could feel him smiling into it, cheekily biting onto your lower lip. He places a loving peck on your forehead and brushes the strands of your hair behind your ears. There's so much affection in his eyes you could melt into a puddle right here and there.

“I’m sorry. Jungkook told me you looked upset the whole day.” he whispers.

“I wasn't!” you protest.

“He told me you almost cried when he gave Yeri a bouquet of red roses.”  

This stupid brat.

You look up at Jimin. “Fine. I was mad. And sad. Everyone was having the time of their lives and here I was, on a verge of mental breakdown because my idiot of a boyfriend supposedly forgot about the Valentine's Day.” you say, crossing your arms over chest with a pout.  

Jimin rolls his eyes and takes your hand, leading you to the living room, where a bottle of (your absolute favourite) wine is standing on the table, along with candles and, yes, red roses. It's too cheesy and straight from the cringy rom-coms but you don't mind, because it's Jimin and he poured his heart into this and it's all that matters.

When he approaches you again, he isn’t wearing that stupid apron and you blush at how perfect he looks, almost painfully handsome. His hair needs a cut so it’s pushed back from his forehead. God reincarnated in the form of a smart, cocky archeologist who happens to be your boyfriend.

You're, well, in your black jeans and baby blue sweater and you probably stink, but Jimin assures you with his loving touches he doesn’t mind, never will. He always does that, looking at you with those sparkling eyes which say you're the most beautiful thing in the world for him.

And it doesn't matter how many times you scold him throughout the day, how many banters you have over silly things, because at the end of the day, in each others’ embraces, it feels like home for the both of you.

“Since the chicken chickened out,” Jimin says nonchalantly, filling your glasses with red wine. “We can always get drunk and watch some old romantic movies.”

You smirk. “You cried the last time when we watched ‘When Harry met Sally’.”  

Jimin clicks his tongue. “Don't test my patience, sweetheart or you won't get the presents.” he warns.

You raise your eyebrows. You hope one of them comes in the form of his dick. Suddenly, you’re reminded of your lingerie set, so you make a mental note to wear it after the shower. “Can I see those presents now?” you ask, looking at Jimin with pleading eyes. It's exactly three seconds till he softens.  

“Fine.” he mutters and heads to the bedroom.

When he comes back, he’s not alone. Literally not alone, because he's caring the most hilarious Valentine’s present you could ever think of. A giant, white teddy bear, almost in the size of him, heart-shaped balloons attached to his right paw.

“This is,” Jimin whips his head to read the name on the bear's chest. “Ted.”  

You blink. “You bought me a teddy bear named Ted?”  

Jimin opens his mouth to say some witty comment but he stops when he hears you sob. “Baby, sweetheart, what's wrong?” He kneels in front of you, the bear long forgotten on the floor. You burst into tears and Jimin tries to calm you down, rubbing soothing circles on your thighs.

Once you eventually stop crying and regain your normal breathing, you wipe your tear-strained cheeks and look down at your very much worried boyfriend. “You are an idiot, Park Jimin. A fucking idiot. That teddy bear is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever seen and I should humiliate you for giving me that but...” You take a deep breath. “But I can’t. Because I fucking love you, dumbass.”

The corners of Jimin lips lift in amusement but you’re clearly not done with your little speech, so he waits until you finish. “You organized the most cliché date ever. You read all the Grey's books. You can’t cook for shit and this stupid apron you wore? God have mercy,” You visibly cringe. “You declaim Greek philosophers when you shower. Fuck, you persuaded me to do teacher-student roleplay and I kept calling you daddy during the whole thing because you asked me to. You are everything I despise but at the same time I love you so much,” you say, tears once again welling in your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m telling you this now, even though I've realised this a long time ago.”

Jimin’s silent, so unlike him, declaring his emotions with a huge grin this time. He stands up and picks your body into his arms. You wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you both to your bedroom. He places you gingerly onto the mattress, hovering over your figure.

(Your fancy lingerie can wait for another occasion.)

“I love you too, ___.” he says, staring into your eyes. “You’re making me the happiest man in this world.”  

You roll your eyes, however there’s no use for that because your cheeks are already tainted red. “Oh, stop being such a sap.”  

He smirks. “You love when I’m like this.”  

“That is, in fact, not true.”  

You’re lying and he knows it, but he always lets you banter with him like this anyway.  

“Then what do you want me to be today?” he asks, his hands travel down to your zipper, then pull down your jeans. “Sweet? Loving?” He helps you take off your sweater and you’re left with nothing on beside your underwear. “Or do you want me to be rough? Push you around and fuck you stupid?” You gulp, your attitude successfully shut down. “Come on, use your words.”  

Somehow, you manage to gain your composure. “Want you to take off your clothes first.”  

Jimin chuckles, lowly and with a promise of more to come if you’re patient and behaving well, according to his commands. “You’re not the one to give orders here, baby.” he retorts. Then, he’s gripping your knees, pulling your legs apart and putting your pussy on full display for him.  

There’s already a dark, wet patch forming on your grey panties and he tsks disapprovingly. “You’re wet and I haven’t even touched you yet. You want it that much, huh?”  

You nod. “Please, touch me.”  

“Try again.”  

So he’s in that mood today. You’ve explored a fair share of kinks with Jimin so far and what you know for sure is that he always takes the leading role in bed. He likes to dominate, be the one in charge, railing you into the mattress until you’re crying out so loud your neighbours are banging on your walls.  

You slip into your role naturally, your usual confident behaviour gone and replaced with timidity. He relishes in seeing you like this, helpless and vulnerable, a stark contrast to how you act on daily basis.  

Jimin pins you with his dark stare and you give in. ‘”Yes, sir.”  

“Good girl.”  

He rewards you with a feather-like touch of his fingers on your pussy. He finds your clit with ease, rubbing it with practiced strokes until more juices drip down from your hole, wetting your panties embarrassingly fast. Your legs shake with want for more, to feel him sink his digits knuckle-deep into your cunt and finger you like he did that one time in a bathroom on your flight to Japan.  

He doesn’t seem the slightest bothered with your state, ignoring your pleading eyes and wanton moans. He hasn’t even taken off your underwear yet and you’re already on the verge of an orgasm.  

Jimin knows your body inside and out, probably better than you do, so it doesn’t come as a surprise to you that he can sense when you’re about to climax. He withdraws his hand from your center seconds before your release. You can’t help but huff with annoyance.

“Something's wrong, babygirl?” he asks, saccharine-sweet and annoyingly innocent.  

Your retort dies on your tongue the moment he decides to unbutton his white dress shirt. You’re too distracted with delicious lines of his sculpted chest to complain about your denied pleasure anymore. Your hands itch to touch him but you stay immobile, devouring him with your eyes instead.  

Jimin notices you're staring and smirks. “Like what you see?”  

You nod. “Yes, sir.”  

He then stands up from the bed and motions for you to come closer. You oblige without an ounce of confusion, crawling until you’re sitting on your heels in front of him. It’s a rather humiliating position but you can’t help but feel the rush of adrenaline in your veins when he cups your chin and tilts your head up.  

“Take off my pants.”  

You rush to obey, unbuckling his belt with shaky hands because you know what’s coming next once his pants are pulled down. He’s already hard, the prominent bulge of his cock straining in his briefs.  

“Now my underwear.”  

You nearly moan out loud when his cock slaps his abdomen, mouth salivating to take him in deep but you don’t dare touch him without a directed instruction. He makes sure your eyes are on him and starts stroking himself, spreading the precum all over his length, hissing when his thumb rubs the sensitive head of his cock.  

Jimin groans, low and throaty, and you whimper quietly in response. “What, baby? You want my cock that much?” he asks, his left palm cupping your cheek. You whisper a meek “Please” and he chuckles. “Come on then. Show me what that slutty mouth of yours can do. Open up.”  

Your lips part on command and you nearly moan when he guides his cock into your mouth. You’ve sucked Jimin's dick enough times to know what he likes, what brings him to the edge quicker than hitting the back of your throat. You lick the tip of his cock, eyes darting to check his reaction and, just as you expected, his features twist in pleasure.  

You relish in a minute or two of the control you have over him before he grows bored with your teasing and decides to fuck your mouth instead. But for now, you make sure to have him suffer a little for that stunt he pulled earlier when he didn’t make you come.  

You take him deeper, hollowing your cheeks for extra stimulation. Your hands reach to fondle his balls and you smirk around his cock when you hear a groan leave Jimin's mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking your cheek. You lean into his touch, moaning at the praise. “My pretty slut.”  

The first hit on the back of your throat makes you gag because fuck, is he big. The only thing bigger than Jimin's ego seems to be his dick, apparently. When he threads fis fingers through your hair you know what’s about to come; jaw relaxed, saliva dripping down from the corners of your mouth, you’re ready to be ruined.  

He withdraws, giving you exactly five seconds to breathe and then pushes forcefully inside. Your mind is filled with mental images of him giving your pussy the same treatment later. You would whimper at the thought, if your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of dick. Instead, you give your best, swallowing every inch of him obediently.  

“That’s it,” he rasps, clamping one hand on the back of your neck for better leverage. “You’re doing so good, baby.” When he nudges the back of your throat again, you feel him throb. He pulls away from the warmth of your mouth seconds later, panting heavily. He falls back onto the bed and pats his thighs. “Come here.”  

You scoot closer to him and crawl onto his lap. He smiles at you from below, pulling you in for a kiss. The hands he previously gripped your waist with now travel upwards, unhooking your bra. Your hips unconsciously move, pussy gliding along the flexed muscles of his thigh.  

Jimin notices your desperate attempt at getting some friction on your most sensitive parts and helps you rock your hips. He moves your panties to the side and you moan, felling the delicious pressure on your bare center. He’s watching with amusement as you’re falling apart on his thigh, thumb reaching to rub your clit. You cry out, climaxing so hard you’re almost seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.

He keeps helping you ride out your high until you’re whimpering from the overstimulation. “Did you like it?” he then asks, urging you to look at him. “You were so desperate to come, sweetheart. Fucking yourself on my thigh like a bitch in heat,” You whine instead of responding, earning a harsh smack on your ass. “Use your words.”  

Another slap lands on your cheek and you mewl. “Yes, I loved it, sir.”  

He chuckles, maneuvering your body so you’re now positioned over his cock. He gives your ass a firm squeeze and you whimper, arousal dripping down the inside of your thighs despite orgasming just minutes ago. “Ride me, baby.” he says.  

You hurry to obey, guiding his cock inside you. It's a tight fit but your wetness makes it smoother to push him deeper. “So big,” you mumble, bottoming out. You know damn well Jimin likes to be praised and if the smirk that stretches on his lips is anything to go by, he enjoys what you just said. “That feels so good, sir.” You start moving your hips languidly.  

“Yeah?” Jimin quips, hands gripping your waist so tightly it almost makes the skin bruise. “Then show me what a good girl you are for me. Fuck, look at you. You’re so hot.” His palms cup your breasts, thumbs stroking your nipples.  

You keen at the praise and quicken your pace. Your thighs start to burn but you ignore that, bouncing on your boyfriend’s dick like there’s no tomorrow. The room is filled with lewd noises, skin slapping on skin. Jimin looks down, staring at his cock coated in your juices as it disappears inside your hole. He curses at the sight.  

Your legs start to shake, huffs leaving your lips. “Sir–please,” you whine, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge.  

“What do you need, babygirl?” he asks, pinching your nipples. You squeal, your pace losing its previous rhythm.  

“I’m so close.” you stammer. “Please–touch me.”  

“Where you do you want me to touch you, baby?” He ignores your whimpers, the way your pussy keeps squeezing his cock in a vice grip. “Here?” He touches your tits again and you shake your head violently. “Or here–” His fingers find your clit and you cry out loudly. You feel so full, his cock hits your cervix every time you drop down onto him.

“Yes, yes,” you chant, mouth wide open and eyes squeezed shut. You probably look right now like a professional porn star but you couldn’t care less, not when you’re so close to the climax. “Sir–fuckfuckfuck, please!”

“There you go,” Jimin coos, circling your sensitive bud with his thumb. “Come for me, baby.”  

You’re gushing around his dick, arousal leaking out of your hole and coating his thighs with your release. Your upper body gives out and you collapse onto Jimin, your cunt pulsing from the intense pleasure you’ve just experienced.  

“Oh god,” you mumble. “I just saw the answer to the whole universe.”  

You feel Jimin's chest shaking with laughter and when you look up, you find him grinning at you. “That good?”  

“That good.” you confirm, sighing tiredly.  

“Are you okay?” You hear him asking. No matter how much he likes to push you around and fuck until you’re seeing stars, he always makes sure if you’re feeling comfortable to continue.  

You spare him a nod. “You know I can handle it,” you say, lifting yourself up. “I’m a tough girl, right?” Despite the oversensitivity, you start rocking your hips again. “M-made for you.”

Jimin smirks. “Yeah, made for me,” he confirms and slaps your ass. Your pussy flatters around his cock. “Not like this,” he mutters and turns you onto your back with one, swift motion. “Much better.”  

You pout. “You didn’t like it when I was riding your cock, sir?” You’re bluffing, but a girl can her fun too.  

He clicks his tongue, guiding his cock through your folds again. “Oh, baby, I was enjoying it very much,” he says, picking up his speed. Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer. “But now I want it harder.”  

He fucks you just like he likes the most; fast and rough, unforgiving. He leans down for a messy kiss that’s all teeth tongue and his eyes nearly bulge out of his head when he sees his saliva dripping down your chin.  

(He decides right here and there that he might wanna explore his newfound fantasy soon.)

Soon you’re feeling the coil in your stomach tightening for the second time, embarrassingly quickly so. You moan, cunt squeezing around his dick. “Again?” Jimin asks, voice laced with both mirth and disbelief. Tears well in your eyes and you give him a nod. “Such a fucking slut.” he spits, slithering himself into you even faster than before.

Your third and final orgasm is so powerful and sudden, it nearly makes you black out. Jimin curses, fucking you through it. “Kiss me,” you whimper deliriously and he obliges, slipping his tongue inside your mouth. “I love you.” you whisper into his lips and that’s what sends him over the edge.

“I love you, I love you–fuck.” he groans and spills himself inside, coating your pussy with his seed.

He collapses next you, chest heaving with every exhale. Your legs feel like jelly and you know you’ll have trouble walking tomorrow. Just when you’re about to tell Jimin to call in sick and spend the whole day in bed instead, he suddenly sits up.

“Wait, I forgot I have another present for us.” he says, rushing to pick something up from underneath the bed.

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “Jimin, I swear to God, if you bought us matching t-shirts–”

He grins like a child, showing you two white pillows, the most basic ones you could ever think of, with ‘his side’ and ‘her side' written on them. It's cringy and ridiculous and you fight an urge to punch him, but you don't.  

Because it's Jimin and you will never complain about it.

Because you love him. And that's all that matters.

[kagedaddy]

you hangout - haikyuu!

Warnings: none

boyfriend scenarios [3] [masterlist]

daichi sawamura

You and Daichi have been hanging out a few times now, after you had given him the apology bento he in return made you lunch as well.

Oh were you surprised, that man can cook.

Both the men and women’s volleyball club have been holding joint practice recently and your captain can’t help but tease you everytime you’re in Daichi’s team.

“Ehh, careful (last name)-chan you might knock out Daichi-san this time!”

“So mean captain!”you pout as pink colours your cheeks and it gets everyone teasing the both of you.

“Don’t worry (last name) you can hit me anytime.”Daichi laughs and the whole gymnasium stares at the male, “what?!”you had become even more flustered.

What did that even mean?

“Wait-t!! That sounded wrong,”realisation hits him and he too flushes a bright shade of red, he awkwardly rubs the back of his head before the coaches call all our attention.

Practice had finally ended and you couldn’t be happier, today was extra exhausting. Too much running and your hands hurt from blocking the ball, as soon as you were dismissed you were out the door.

“(last name)!”you turn your attention to the out of breath male,”Daichi-san?”the male stops infront of you, hands on his knees as he tries to regain his breath. “We were planning on heading out to a cafe, wanna join?”his eyes meet yours and you can’t help but admire them,”uh sure.”he lights up at your answer.

You both walk back to the group,”(last name), Daichi. Sorry we gotta cancel we’ve got some group work we have to finish, we’ll catch up.”Sugawara sadly says but a small smirk plays on his lips. “Are you okay with that?”Daichi turns to you in question,”yeah it’ll be alright,”you shrug and you both wave goodbye to your friends.

Both you and Daichi silently walk beside each other. The cafe comes in view and it does look really nice,”the cafe looks really cute,”you whisper out as you admire the farmhouse looking cafe.

“Yeah it is, seems like a date spot though”you turn to Daichi, surprised he heard you,”this was Sugawara’s suggestion,”he quickly says before opening the door for you.

You both stand at the cashier, you scan through the menu,”Hi, good evening! What would you both like to order?”the old woman asks you,”I’ll just have an Americano and?”Daichi turns to you.

“Oh, I’ll just have a matcha latte.”

Daichi quickly pays for both your drinks before you could even get your wallet,”Oi Daichi, let me pay,”you pout at the male but he just laughs at you while he pats your head.

The old lady behind the cash register stifles her laugh as she watches the two of you argue together.

“Such a cute couple.”

“Ehhhh?!”

sugawara koushi

You and Sugawara have been eating lunch together, you told the grey haired male that he didn’t need to eat with you all the time besides you had made friends in your classes.

“Nee (last name)-chan, let’s have lunch,”Sugawara calls out to you from the door of your classroom, you blush red as your classmates start to gossip about the two of you again.

“Sugawara-san, you don’t have to keep having lunch with me. Your friends might miss you,”you rub your head awkwardly as you meet him at the door. He thinks about what you said before a bright smile rests on his face.

“Then let’s eat with them (last name)-chan!”the grey haired male happily takes your wrist and drags you to the direction of the school courtyard, where the ace and the Captain of the volleyball club sat.

“Oh, Suga you’re joining us for lunch!”Daichi raises a brow in amusement as you catch his attention,”(last name)”both Daichi and Asahi waves at you as they wiggles their eyebrows at Sugawara in a teasing manner.

Once all of you had settled in the table, you pulled out your bento and the spare container holding all the extra food you made for Sugawara,“oh, that looks so good,”Asahi, the shy long haired male praises your food and you smile in thanks.

You offer your extra food to the three males who excitedly gobbled down on the food, moaning and smiling in satisfaction.

Sugawara bumps your shoulder to catch your attention,”hmm!” you tilt your head in question, he only pouts at you jutting out his bottom lip. You reach up and pinch his cheeks and they heat up from your contact.

“They’re taking my share.”he turns his head in embarrassment as he points to his two friends eating the food you made. You giggle at the full mouths of the ace and Captain, taking a piece of meat from your own bento and to his,”there you go Sugawara-san!”

“I can see why you ditch us at lunch!”

asahi azumane

Once again you have been asked to deliver the exam paper to your sensei’s office, you were rushing down the halls since you wanted to get home as quick as possible.

Just as you took a turn you noticed a slumped figure at the hallway, curious you approach the figure.

It’s Asahi-san!

You carefully approached him, he was crouched on the corner, trying to hide from onlookers.

“Asahi-san are you okay?”you crouched down to his level, carefully patting his back, he tenses up and his head whips to your direction.

His eyes were wide, he shakes his head before turning back to face the wall. “I’m not evil,”he whispers, you almost didn’t catch it.

“(last name) am I evil?”he turns to you again, eyes wide with panic. You had witnessed one of his episodes but this was worse,”I think you’re the nicest and gentlest person I know.”you reassure the male.

He runs his hand through his hair, you instruct him with the breathing technique to help him calm down. “Just ignore what other people are saying, you’re a nice guy Asahi-san!”you continue to cheer him up.

“It’s cause I look all scary,”he sighs, both of you now seated on the floor, he tells you what people see him as and you both laugh at their ridiculous rumours.

“You know what always makes me feel better? Ice Cream!”

The exam papers needed to be passed now long forgotten.

nishinoya yuu

You and Nishinoya have been spending quite some time together, you’d both walk to school together and have lunch together.

You don’t mind since he was such an energetic male, always jumping and running around, providing you good entertainment as you ate.

“(last name) (last name)!”Nishinoya calls out your name as you and your friend walk to the courtyard table you guys always ate at, your friend’s been teasing you about the blonde streaked male.

“I’ve got a new move to show off!”the male says excitedly, he’s jumping up and down as he waves to you and his bald friend just shakes his head. “Alright but let’s eat first!”you laugh at the male, you and your friend take a seat, you blush pink as your friend pushes you to sit next to Nishinoya.

The male is taken aback and also flushes pink, you all dig in your lunch with Nishinoya entertaining you. Telling you about his tangerine kouhai and the new moves he’s been trying out in practice.

“That doesn’t sound too cool, I’ll have to watch one of your games!”you say imagining what he was talking about,”nee Tanaka, right my new move is so cool?”you both turn to the seats across you.

You’re both surprised to see that it was empty, Tanaka and your friend had ditched you both. You had been too engrossed in your conversation that you hadn’t noticed them leaving.

“Oh! They left us!”you say, searching the courtyard for the balding and your blonde friend.

“I’ll just show you my move now!”

tanaka ryuunosuke

Everyday you were graced by the presence of the bald male from Karasuno, he had been getting coffee everyday and if the cafe was empty he’d sit at your booth while you did your homework.

Tonight was one of those nights.

“Hi Tanaka, the usual?”you asked the bald male, he nods his head as pink dusts his cheeks, you get right to his order and bring it over to the table you both claimed as your spot.

“How’s school and practice going?”you ask as you take the seat across him, his eyes watching you as you write down the answers to your homework. “It’s okay, school is boring and practicing is so exciting. We’re training really hard,”you laugh.

Spending time together you’ve come to realise he hates school work and is really passionate in playing volleyball, he talks about it nonstop. You feel as though you know how to play just from listening to him, you weren’t really big on sports.

“Oh, that’s good! I hope you guys win!”You look up at the male who looks at you funny,”don’t you want your school to win?”he tilts his head in confusion.

“Oh true! But I want you guys to win too,”you tell him happily, he blushes a bright pink as he rubs his neck awkwardly. “Thanks, I’ll do my best to win!”he pumps his fist in the air, a new fire of determination in his eyes.

“I’ll definitely watch you play!”

kageyama tobio

Kageyama and you were now on your third movie from the list your sensei had given. Kageyama’s practice had gone on longer than usual due to the upcoming tourney.

So you both were meeting up together late at night, since your parents were out of town you thought it would be a good idea for him to stay over and finish through this weeks project. You weren’t worried about Kageyama, he didn’t seem like ‘that’ kind of guy.

You doorbell chimes and you open the door to a newly showered Kageyama Tobio,”uh, hi!”you say awkwardly as you let him in your house,”what do you want to do first?”You ask as he removes his shoes and shrugs off his jacket.

“We can finish off the next movie,”we move to the living room where he takes a seat on your couch, you nod and set up your laptop to connect to the television.

My hands start to clam up, you’ve never had a boy sleepover, you wipe down your hands before joining him in the other end of the couch, you pull the blankets up to your chest.

You watch Kageyama from the corner of your eye and he seemed calm, the same blank face, was he not fazed about sleeping over a girls house. “Kageyama, are you cold?”without thinking you sling the blanket you had been using over his lap and since the blanket was small you had to move closer to him.

Your face heats up as your shoulder brushes against his, you both were seated close to each other.

“Thank you (last name).”he looks away as his cheek heat up, he hides behind his hair as he looks away.

You feel giggly at the sight and bump your shoulders with him.

“You’re kinda cute Kageyama-kun”

hinata shouyo

“Hinata, it’s okay. I don’t mind.”you try to reassure the tangerine haired male as smacks his head on the papers,”(last name)-san, nothings sticking to my brain,”he wails and a laugh bubbles out of you as you watch the slumped male.

“Am I just that dumb?”he turns to you, tears forming on his eyes, you shake your head as you pay his fluffy hair,”of course not, English is hard but we’re getting through it,”you try to lift the male’s spirit but it does nothing.

You think for a moment on how you can make English easier for Hinata to remember before an idea hits you and you quickly get up from your seat the male looking up at you in wonder.

“I got it Hinata, I know how we can make English easy and fun to learn!”you take his wrist and he flushes a dark red, a female has never done that to him, he allows himself to get dragged by you.

“Do you have a volleyball by any chance?”at the mention of the sport he lights up and is now jumping up and down,”yes yes, it’s in my bag,”he runs to his bag and pulls out the yellow and blue ball.

“Perfect!”

You explain your idea to Hinata, how you’ll toss to him only if he gets the answer right, you thought it would give him motivation to learn the words if you incorporated something that interested him.

“Good job, Hinata! You did better!”you cheered as he answered the last question correctly, you knew he jumped quite high but you were in shock to see it in person.

“Yuss, thank you (last name)-san!”

You were taken aback when he tackled you into a hug.

tsukishima kei

Tsukishima could not be anymore grumpy, since your dinner together he has been walking you to school every morning.

You were surprised to see the tall male in your kitchen the next morning sipping on some tea your mother had made. “Hi?”you greet but it came out as a question, he turns to you a scowl plastered on his face. “My mom told me to walk you to school,”he says, voice monotone as he pushes his glasses up his nose.

“Right, shall we leave then?”you pull your school bag tight on your shoulder, he makes a grunting noise before following you out the door.

He pulls his headphones over his ears and you do the same, you both walk in silence in the direction of the school. Out of the corner of your eye you see Tsukishima pull out his phone and change songs.

“You like Burnout Syndromes?”you grab onto his arm which takes the male by surprise, almost jumping up and down in excitement. Not a lot of people were interested in their music, so it was quietly exciting to find someone who listens to them.

“Oi let go of me ばか(baka).”he rips his arm from your grasp, straightening his uniform before shoving his phone into his pocket, you pout at him but left him be.

Since he’s in his mood again.

After walking in silence, he suddenly speaks. “You like them too?”you whip your head towards the tall male and he’s still facing forward. You both hush over the band and talk about other songs and genre that interest you both.

“Tsuki, is she your girlfriend?”Yamaguchi asks as you both reach the entrance of Karasuno, you flush in embarrassment as Tsuki sounds a “tch” to Yamaguchi.

“Shut up Yamaguchi!”

“ごめん(gomen) Tsuki!”

yamaguchi tadashi

���Yamaguchi-san!”you tap the green haired male’s shoulder, he turns to you and you can’t help but let a smile play on your lips.

“How can I help you, (last name)-san?”

“I got more than 75% on my exam!”you shoved the paper you had hidden behind your back into his hands, his eyes widen and laughs at your giddy form. “I’m so happy for you (last name)-san!”he cheers just as excited as you.

“Tch, so noisy!”Tsukishima comments from beside Yamaguchi,”Oi we all can’t be as smart as you, salt shaker.”you stick your tongue out at the tall male, earning an eye roll from him.

Yamaguchi laughs at the exchange before offering you to sit at their library table,”thank you Yama-san,”you take the seat beside him.

You pull out the book Yamaguchi had recommended to you, it was boring at first but once you’ve reached the middle part it was quite entertaining.

Yamaguchi’s eyes light up at the sight of the book, you both talk about the story and how great the character building was, the loud scraping draws both your attention.

Tsukishima leaves the table in annoyance.

“Both of you are so loud!”

//

happy happy birthday to our dear (daddy) daichi [31|12] and (jesus) asahi [01|01], heheh! anyways things have been good, i’ve been doing things to distract me from my ex. slow and steady healing 💕 i’m thinking of streaming on twitch, tell me what you think and what i should do. i wanna do it to distract myself. have a great new year you guys!

all the love xx

[noodlerel]

miya osamu as your best friend  (≧◡≦) ♡

    ➢   you met osamu through a baking class during the summer break of sixth grade. osamu was amazing at cooking but he wasn't really that confident in his skills in baking.

    ➢   you first thought he was almost just like every other guy in the class; forced by their mothers to join. but to your surprise, he was more skilled than anyone there. he took his work seriously and would get the most positive comments from the instructor.    

    ➢   the first time you guys interacted was when you were asked by the instructor to find a partner and bake a cake. the scenario given was of a one-year old having a Lego themed birthday party.

    ➢   after the directions and conditions were given, many people in the class immediately approached osamu and asked if they could be his partner. you were about to ask someone who lived by your block to be your partner, but before you could even stand, osamu had already made his way through the crowd of students and now stands before you.

    ➢   "u-uh, hey, uh.. i know we've never acknowledged each other before, m-much less talk but would you mind being my partner? the way y-you design is really amazing and you get the most recognition out of everyone when it comes to d-design. i uh,, figured if we could-"

    ➢   you noticed that the boy wasn't really good at socializing because he would often hesitate and stumble upon his words. so you interrupted him to save him the effort and embarrassment.

    ➢   "yeah sure!"

    ➢   you swore you could see the relief in his eyes as you cut him off.

    ➢   "i'm (l/n) (f/n). but my friends call me (n/n). you're miya osamu right?" you continued.

    ➢   "h-how did you know my name?"

    ➢   "oh! i consider you the best in class and look up to you. it's only common sense to remember names of your rivals, right?"

    ➢   before he could reply to your joke, the instructor spoke. "enough with the chit-chat children! i need to hear the sound of the oven timers, not your bickering."

    ➢   osamu was really cooperative and would ask advice from you from time to time. he really admired your designs and would always listen with much interest whenever you geeked out about the importance of understanding what the client wants or about the elements of decorating.

    ➢   you and osamu were the first group to finish your cake. with the remaining thirty minutes left, you got to know each other more. and what are the odds when you both figured out that you were going to attend the same middle school? with that, you both promised each other that you would stay in touch even if you guys would be assigned to different classes and sealed it with a pinky swear.

    ➢   the day ended with a smile as the instructor gave nothing but positive comments on the cake you both made. "wow what amazing balance this cake has!" the instructor exclaimed. "i have to tell you, the flavor is out of this world. a beautiful, elegant, classy, stunning and simply fabulous work of art all wrapped up in a birthday cake of a lifetime. if there was a real client, they would be more than satisfied with your work. and not only did you make it look stunning, it tasted superb! you gave me everything i asked for and more!"

    ➢   you and osamu exchanged smiles and an awkward handshake before completely parting ways.

    ➢   the day finally came where you entered the gates of inarizaki high. you immediately went to check if you were in the same class as osamu. you used your finger and scanned the paper posted on the board from top to bottom. before you could finish reading, someone from behind of you spoke up.

    ➢   "hey (y/n), i checked your name and you're in class 1-A," the person behind you sighs and continues. "while i'm in class 1-B."

    ➢   you turned your back to see osamu with disappointed look.

    ➢   "samu!" you screamed and enveloped him with a hug. "i thought you forgot about me! i kept on sending you letters but you won't write back."

    ➢   "i-i'm sorry.." he said, eyes glued to the floor. he then lifted his gaze to the wall in front of him. "i was busy with volleyball practice." he continued, without stuttering. if only you could've seen the look in his eyes when he mentioned volleyball. he didn't hesitate. he didn't second guess. he was confident.

    ➢   you immediately pulled away from the hug to see a blushing osamu that couldn't look you straight in the eye. "WHAT!? you play volleyball?"

    ➢   but then again, even though osamu was clearly confident in his skills in volleyball, he couldn't really be confident around you─the only friend he has─he couldn't help and feel cautious. he didn't want to lose his only friend. "y-yes.."

    ➢   "woah! that's so cool!" you didn't know much about the volleyball─much less know the technical terms of the players.

    ➢   "s-so.. do you wanna walk to cl-"

    ➢   "'SAMUUUUUU!!" a guy screamed from the right side of the hallway. both of you looked at the direction of the scream and saw a boy that LOOKED THE EXACT SAME WAY as osamu but with a brighter hair color.

    ➢   "oh uhm,, (y/n) this is my twin, atsumu."

    ➢   TWIN!? A TWIN!? osamu never mentioned a twin. and yet there they both were. personalities; not similar to any extent. but then, you noticed. his twin, atsumu was holding a volleyball on his right hand. ah, so there it was. a link to all the differences. they shared the same hobby. no, wait. hobby? no. it was slightly different from a hobby. slightly? no. it was VERY different from a hobby. when osamu told you he was busy with volleyball practice to reply to your letters, he didn't stutter. he didn't hesitate. his tone was confident, different from the way he usually spoke to you.

    ➢   "ohayou (y/n)-chan! 'samu has told me all about you." he beamed. "i didn't know this deadpan brother of mine had the word 'friend' in his vocabulary."

    ➢   "uhm (y/n) wait a minute.." osamu said as he drags his brother to the corner. you nod in response.

    ➢   when osamu talked to his brother, his tone and facial expression changed. it was more stern. more astringent. more tonic. "look. (y/n) is the ONLY friend i've ever made, okay? and YOU don't mess this up for me." osamu said sincerely. this was the first time atsumu has seen his brother this genuine for something─for someone rather─other than volleyball, cooking and their grandma.

    ➢   little did they both know, you were listening. you felt extremely happy. happy that osamu considered you as one of his friends.

    ➢   osamu didn't wait for his brother's reply and walked away. "i'll walk you to class (y/n)."

    ➢   and ever since that day, osamu would always visit your class to pick you up so you could eat lunch together. you would both eat lunch at inarizaki's rooftop. and every thursday, osamu would bring a meal he cooked especially for you. and every friday, you would bring something you baked especially for him. there are certain days where atsumu would join both of you on the rooftop and the twins serve as the taste tester for the experiments you would do with baking.

    ➢   you and osamu would hang out at your house during weekends, only because he didn't want atsumu to disrupt your bonding time. every other weekend would be osamu teaching you how to cook or you teaching him how to decorate.

    ➢   and the other weekends would be osamu practicing volleyball. he begged you not to watch their matches─let alone practices─but you would force him to bring you at least once a month. you got along with the members real well, which gave osamu more reason not to bring you.

    ➢   everytime you would forget to bring pads to school, osamu has got you covered. everytime you would have a hard time in understanding a lesson in school, osamu has got you covered. everytime you would feel down, osamu has got you covered. everytime you feel like the world is against you, osamu has got you covered. everytime you were in rock bottom, osamu has got you covered. and you were the same to him too. you were always there for him too. and he appreciated this. he would do anything─ANYTHING─not to lose the sibling dynamic and friendship you had.

    ➢   through the years, you've gotten to know osamu really well. you saw his first match for inarizaki. his first win. his first loss. his first bench. his first failing grade. his first girlfriend. his first heartbreak. his first call to the principal's office. and like you, he saw many of your firsts too. and you knew, the friendship you have won't go missing anytime soon.

THIS IS MY FIRST HEADCANON :D  GIVE THIS SOME LOVE PLEASE AAAHHHHHH

[smashedcocobeans]

Coco's hypno-hose campaign reaches a little higher up the food chain when she gets Prof. Goodwitch into her game. And when Winter Schnee visits Beacon, a little help from the now entranced Teacher and a pair of the hose in Atlas army uniform colors ensnares Coco another plaything. Coco's not sure what's more pleasing, the erotic games or seeing these high and mighty huntresses reduced to mindless, obedient, hypnohose-wearing pets. Perhaps both?

Glynda was an easy next choice. She sat in her class with three of her other Hypnotized sluts, unbeknownst to the bombshell teacher. Velvet sat next to her with smeared makeup from hours of faceducking just before her class, Pyrrha was told to touch herself under her desk for the entire class, and Cinder got up to stretch every thirty minutes, showing off her impressive cleavage and hefty cock to the rows surrounding her everytime. Coco decided she’d let in Glynda so that she could make another powerful woman at this school her obedient mindless pet.

Glynda was well known as being open to tutoring at anytime outside of her classroom, so Coco devised a plan to catch the good Professor red handed. Or more accurately, Ruby handed.

As the empty headed rose knocked on Goodwitch’s door, Coco was confident that she’d already won. Ruby sat down with a pout in front of the teachers desk and mopped about her lack of understanding on their most recent lesson. Glynda kindly offered to teach Ruby privately and the team leader was absolutely giddy. She sprung up from her seat and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Glynda was surprised but politely returned the hug before returning to her desk to begin privately teaching the bait set before her.

Ruby hovered over her teachers shoulder, almost inappropriately close as she watched, Glynda blushing at the warm heat and pleasant rose sent radiating off of her. About ten minutes in, an soft but noticeable clang hit the floor beneath Ruby.

The two looked down to a soaking wet metallic bullet vibe that had fallen from between Ruby’s legs. The rose feigned embarrassment, while Glynda blushed brightly and could not stop her mind from racing with dirty thoughts about her student. Ruby offered anything to keep her Professor silent about what happened, truly anything. It was was as Glynda took her up on her offer that Coco knocked on the door.

Coco walked into a seemingly vacant room, save for Proffessor Goodwitch who was sitting straight up in her chair and her face redder than a tomato.

“Uhhh Professor Goodwitch? Is this a bad time? I need some help?”

“Yes! Yes, uhm, Miss Adel that...~ that depends on what it is you need. I’m a very~..busy woman you know!”

Coco subtly smirked as she knew her pet was obediently beneath her teachers desk, eating her out with a passion and zeal that the older woman had never felt before.

“Well it’s about our last times paper assignment you had us do. I know the content pretty well, it’s just that I feel like so many other students are faster than me.”

As the subtle command hung in the air, Ruby began to roll her tongue faster and faster against her teacher. Subtly activating her semblance, the pet was able to make Glynda ball up her fist and bite her lip to keep from cracking her facade.

“Y y y you don’t have to worry Miss Adel!! You’re one of my best students. You are doing very well in my class with no reason to~~~worry!”

“Really? Cause I heard from some upper class man that this clas get a lot harder. I wouldn’t wanna be passed up by one of those energetic freshman like Ruby!”

Glynda swore under her breath as her students tongue dug deeper inside of her and she felt like she was being devoured. She let out a light moan, but caught herself before letting out anymore. Coco smiled as that was all the sign she needed.

“Alright well, I believe you Proffessor. Thanks for letting me cum by.~”

With the final command, Glynda was made to have the most soul shattering orgasm of her life ! She gripped her desk for dear life, but it wasn’t enough to keep her secret from being exposed as she shouted in ecstasy and Ruby was drenched in her cum.

Glynda pleaded with Coco not to tell anyone about what she saw. She was desperate and pleading, so of course Coco agreed.

On one condition.

No one even noticed Glynda’s new fashion choice or her glazed over eyes sitting above a cum drunk smile. She began to give more “private lessons” to Coco and the rest of her fellow pets. She even started “forgetting” to wear a bra to class and leaning over her students desks.

Several weeks later, Winter Schnee arrived at beacon with one goal in mind. Find out why Weiss’s grades were slipping in a class she’d previously been excelling in.

Winter knew that Schee’s were a proud bunch, and a direct approach would likely not yield any real results. So she decided to observe her sister more subtly within the class. All seemed well, Weiss had her eyes locked on her instructor, she took notes, she even asked questions on the topic: so why was she in danger of failing?

All became clear as Winter watched Professor Goodwitch arrive at Weiss’s desk to check in her work. Weiss’s eyes never left her teachers chest, and a subtle hand under her skirt may have gone unoticed by her Professor but not by her sister. She couldn’t believe her sister was being swept up in such carnal distractions. She’d have to have a talk with Glynda on the best way to approach this roadblock.

As Winter arrived at Glynda’s office it was much different than she remembered it. The usually warm academic decor was much more plush and darkly colored. Soft coffee colored futons and loveseats sat in the corner. The bookcases were replaced with large modern cabinets and heavy padlocked trunks. Even the usually inviting natural light of the room was replaced with almost sensual amber light. Glynda still resided at her desk, so Winter dismisses these changes as simple distractions as she made her way to her long time friend.

“Hello Glynda, I need to have a talk with you about Weiss.”

“Of course, what can u help you with?”

“I cannot believe I am admitting this to you, but it seems that my sister has become infatuated with you! It’s no real surprise, you’ve turned heads as long as I’ve known you. But I cannot allow her grades to suffer due to her own....budding maturity!”

Glynda touched a hand to her lips. Feigned shock spread across it as her naked lower region was hidden by her heavy oak desk. Weiss had come into this office multiple times, receiving many lessons on “oral ediqit” and “passionate stamina”. Glynda’s personal tutoring lessons had changed quite a bit since her tights had handed over her thoughts to her new Mistress. Who coincidentally was on her way to her office right now!

“I’m so sorry that you had to come all this way for such a silly reason Winter! But it may be all for the best. We will confront Weiss together and get this all sorted out. Oh but first! These came in the mail. They weee addresses to Weiss but I assume that was a mistake since they are a part of a new ‘atlas standard uniform.’ They just arrived today, so it must be a recent change. You can use my side room here if you’d like to try them on!”

Glynda offered the elder Schnee a sealed plactic package containing a sheer white pair of pantyhose. Winter looked at them quizzically, but she had no reason not to believe Glynda. She was often not told about changes made at atlas until their implementation.

In the privacy of the side room, Winter was able to strip out of the bottom of her uniform and admire the material of her new tights. She loved the soft yet durable texture of them, feeling as if she was being cradled by a cloud. As opposed to the usually practical tights she had on, these were heaven.

As she secured the rest of her clothing, Winter was greeted by several new visitors to the office. Cinder was naked from the waist up and was currently plowing Pyrrha from behind as they were bent over the desk. Both of their eyes were glassed over as they rutted and fucked like animals. Ruby and Velvet had their collars attached by an extremely short leash, causing them to passionately make out as they rode vibrating Toys. Even Glynda had a leash on currently being rugged towards the dripping wet pussy of Coco Adel. Coco smirked as she sat on her plush futon in her office. She threw her head back and moaned as Glynda ate her out obediently, before locking eyes and holding up a dark blue collar with silver and white accents.

“Hello there pet~~~ You may call me Mistress. Why don’t you strip out of those heavy clothes, walk over here, get on your knees, and let me teach you how to be a good little slut~~”

[joshpup]

Beginners Guide to Memeteen

No one asked for this, but i made it anyways

General Info:

So the memeteen group signed under Pledis which also has Pristin, Nu’est, Orange Caramel and After School (Everyone has issues with Pledis don’t even get us started about them). 

Group name Seventeen with 13 members because 13 members, 3 units and 1 team equals 13 (also originally they had 17 members but this works too). 

They finally debuted on May 26, 2015 after being pushed back for far to long 

debuted with the amazing song Adore U, and so far have had 8 comebacks: Mansae, Pretty U, Very Nice, Boom Boom,  Don’t Want to Cry, Clap, Thanks, Oh My!

They also have an mv for their song Healing, Love Letter, Shining Diamond, Smile Flower, and Q&A (just scoups, woozi and vernon), Change Up (scoups, woozi, and hoshi)

Have 9 amazing albums: 17 Carat, Boys Be, Love & Letter (Repackaged), Going Seventeen, A|1, Teen,Age, Director’s Cut , and You Make My Day (buy the albums tho) 

They made their Japanese debut on May 16, 2018 with Call Call Call! and released an album called We Make You

Units

Hip-Hop Unit:

Scoups (leader), Wonwoo, Mingyu, Vernon

-created the masterpiece that is Check-In

Mansae Hip Hop Ver.

Trauma MV

Vocal Unit:

Woozi (leader), Jeonghan, Joshua, Dk, Seungkwan

-created the masterpiece that is Chocolate

Adore U Acoustic Ver.

Very Nice Acoustic Ver.

Pinwheel MV

Performance Unit:

Hoshi (leader), Jun, The8, Dino

Adore U Perf Ver.

Mansae Perf Ver.

-created the masterpiece that is Highlight rip carats

Lilili Yabbay MV

Seventeen-BSS

Hoshi, DK, Seungkwan

Just Do It

Just Do It Dance Practice

Members

Scoups/Seungcheol {info} aka the dad 

-So he’s the leader of memeteen, #1 dad lets be real, longest trainee in svt, someone please give this boy a puppy he just needs a dog in his life okay. super sweet and caring, best leader ever honestly no one else could handle those other 12 boys. 

-appeard in Nu’est Face MV, After School Blue’s ‘Wonder Boy’ MV, Happy Pledis ‘Love Letter’ MV (pledis boys ver)

Jeonghan {info} aka the mom

-one of his nicknames in angel, but don’t let that fool you, he’s a swindler. Will not hesitate to cheat watch out for this one. sleeps everywhere possible anytime possible. each comeback his hair gets shorter, lets just hope he doesn’t go bald. Exo’s Sehuns worst nightmare.

Joshua/Jisoo {info} aka the church boy

-Instagram

-Oh shua, our beloved meme and church oppa this is a very dead joke now plz dont use it but if you see it thats shua. 1/2 of american line. Seems quiet and normal but the longer you know him the weirder you realise he truely is. Has a weird obsession with aliens (1,2) Stan talent, stan pindropping shua. huge anime lover. He has also had pink and purple hair and every carat cried 

-beautifully covered Overcome  with Nu’est’s Minhyun

-The jokes that never die: Drink water, not Alcohol, when in doubt, sings Sunday Morning, and his crappy beautiful rapping

Jun/Junhui {info} aka the real mom of the group

-Crazy for you cover

-1/2 of china line. Best eye rolls the world will ever know. people call him greasy, hes not reall but whatever. very sassy. his legendary part in Mansae that makes him look like the McDonalds logo. Also the time he dressed up in an actually carrot costume. 

Films: The Pye-Dog {pt.1 pt.2} (sorry i couldn’t find it in one part), Ip Man: The Legend Is Born, Intouchable (a series)

Hoshi/Soonyoung {info} aka naega hosh

-Okay so choreographs all their dances goals so naturally, best dancer ever. LOUD. Also shinee’s biggest fanboy, if you thought that you were shinees biggest fan ur wrong its Hosh proof: 1, 2, 3. a cute little hamster i die everyday. 10 hours 10 minutes. Black belt in Taekwondo... why dont we ever get to see anything ??

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

Wonwoo {info} aka rbf master

-was originally a singer, but switched to rapping before debuting, so not only does wonu have an amazing voice but can rap suuuuuper well, and can easily switch between the two its stunning. always calm and usually has an rbf but hes actaully really fun love our emo wonwoo. kinda reminds me of a sloth but i love him even more becasue of that lol

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

Woozi/Jihoon {info} aka smol fairy devil

-fear him. He may look tiny and soft but he will crush you. Composes almost all of svt’s songs. Super cute and hes coming to except this as time goes on lmao. shortest member. one of the big reasons svt became a self producing group

- first to get a solo in svt called Simple

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

Dk/Seokmin {info} aka literal sunshine

the sunshine of svt, always smiling. i saw a video of him crying once and my world shattered. LOUD pt2. super funny i love him. one of the most stable vocals in svt. can hit those high notes like nobody else. 

-has this beautiful cover

Mingyu {info} aka gaint germ

-Instagram

-walking puppy? yes actually he is. also a gaint germ (1,2) so get ready. sneezes everywhere then touches everything. can go from cute to sexy with no time in between its insane. If he’s not your bias he’s your bias wrecker. Wild orange hair durning Check In era end everyone made fun of him or loved it no in between.

-Svt’s personal hairstylist  

-appered in Nu’est Face MV, and Hello Venus Venus MV

The8/Minghao {info} aka arthao

-Instagram

-Literally has become the biggest artist in the world what an icon

-other half of chine line. last member to join the group. He did b-boying in china for like 6 years. here is baby hao b-boying at age 12 (he’s the tallest skinny guy and also the leader). crazy good Martial arts skills.  comes off super cute a fluffy and sweet with that voice and all but a serious thug tho like 1, 2, 3 

Seungkwan {info} aka future mc 

-Instagram

Boo Seungkwan our sassy little guy that i love more than life itself. LOUD pt3. gonna star in the next hollywood film because of his flawless acting. Also one of the most stable vocals in svt. hits high notes so easily its not fair (like in pretty u i died). a cutie from jeju. Koreas next best MC watch out world Seungkwan is coming. pretty much helps set the happy fun tone in svt

-covered Beautiful Tomorrow perfectly

Vernon/Hansol {info} aka the living meme

oh vernon. other half of american line. best friends with Seungkwan. literally a walking meme. anything he does is dumb and i love it. example: his weird dance from Boom Boom. lots of Hotline Bling. His iconic: “mom, i won this.” terrible hair durning mansae era 

-was on “Kids Explore Life” when he was little. Also a contestant on ‘JTBC Made in U’ .... headlines headlines ....

-appeared on one of Eric Nams Can’t Help Myself stages and Hello Venus ‘Venus’ MV, Sickness ft. Eunwoo of Pristin

Dino/Chan {info} aka the baby

The baby of the group. Once a baby always a baby. Dino, nugu aegi? tragic hair durning mansae era as well. best glow up of the world let me tell you i called this. Like if you think jungkook of bts had a glow up time to meet Lee Chan because his was more intense and if not faster. Fresh out of High school and living life large lol

-This amazing fancam

-his song Zero (here is the performance) and you can bet i cried when i heard this. He grew up so fast T.T

Other

Active Twitter Fansites

Seventeen’s One Fine Day: Season 1: {1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9}, Season 2  

Best Stages

Girl Group Medley / Relay 

Sorry Sorry cover

Happiness

Tell Me (Immortal Songs)

Boy Group Remix

Bindaetteok Gentleman

My Ears Candy (Jun and Mingyu)

My Ears Candy (Seungkwan and DK)

U

Who (performance unit) oddly enough this song isn’t talked about much, i think it killed every carat cause it killed me

Decalcomanie

and some of my personal faves: Show Me Your Love, Honey + Very Nice (Remix), 2016 Melon awards: Very Nice

Dance Practices/Part Switches

Adore U: Fixed Ver, Follow Ver, Part Switch Ver

Mansae: Hide Ver, Seek Ver, Follow Me Ver, Part Switch Ver

Pretty U: Love Ver, Letter Ver, Dear Carat Ver

Very Nice: Roof Top Ver, Dance Practice Ver, Part Switch Ver

Boom Boom: Front Ver, Review Ver, Santa Ver 

Don’t Wanna Cry: Front Ver, Review Ver, Part Switch Ver

Clap: Practice

Thanks: Choreography Video

Other Video worth mentioning: Highlight (13 Member Ver), No. 1 Cover, Without You

Offical Links:

Offical Website // Youtube // V App // Twitter // Instagram // Weibo // Soundcloud //Facebook

Extra

Seventeen TV

Boys Wish Kindergarten Skit    

Bongbong gyus precious child (a few of the many insta posts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, also bongbongie has no gender so stan talent)

the famous English Time w/ Svt

the memeteen diaries (ive never laughed so hard tbh)

ISAC aerobics - inspired by Transformers 

ISAC 400m Dash

ISAC warm up dance created by our boys (ft dokyeoms singing)

Seventeen and Monsta x interactions (they’re debut buddies if you don’t die everytime they interact with each other you are doing something wrong)

Seventeen x Nu’est stage Heaven (aka the best crossover the world has yet to see)

so yah stan talent stan my memes Seventeen