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jiniakitchen · 2 years ago
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Cod roe Rice Bowl with Avocado
Raw cod roe bowl with avocado, fried egg and seasoned seaweed is a delicious and nutritious dish that combines the delicate flavor of fresh cod roe with the creaminess of avocado, the richness of a fried egg and the umami taste of seasoned seaweed. Cod roe is a rich source of protein, vitamin B12, and omega-3 fatty acids, which are essential for maintaining a healthy brain and heart. Avocado is…
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sonsband · 1 month ago
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I'm the only vegetarian at work and have been loud and annoying about how my options suck right now and there's like no protein for me, so they're starting rice bowls next week~
@ everyone who doesn't like these subpar salads you're so welcome
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isa-ah · 1 year ago
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i think one of the hardest parts about having so many dietary restrictions is like.. eating out ever with my family. i have to pay so much money for a meal i have to dissect. why am i paying $5+ for a burger patty on a plate with some condiments? without the bun its not filling at all, i need 3. $15 for the bare minimum satisfaction of feeling full. fries are a toss up because even if theyre not battered with egg or wheat, theyre very likely using the same fryers as batter that IS allergic and chicken to boot! so do i risk it? do i pay nearly $20 for a meal of unsatisfactory meat on a plate and fries that will likely make me sick? or do i save my money, come home, and eat rice and beans for the 23940829302nd meal in a row and want to cry? my husband never eats at his favorite restaurants anymore because none of them have anything i can eat. for his birthday we spent $200 at a restaurant that didnt have a single allergy-friendly thing on the menu, so i just sat there hungry while they ate. it fucking sucks.
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unusualshrimp · 11 months ago
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nothing can ever hurt me worse than kfc discontinuing my favourite item
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calvinxhobbes · 7 months ago
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TACO BELL AFTER WORK !!!!!! thank u for the enabling it was soooo gooddddd <333
so happy for u <333 WHAT DID YOU HAVEE
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itsadamnbeehive · 10 months ago
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picky eater rant lol
#dear reader:#I'm getting it fucking twisted.#I swear to FUCKING SHIT#how hard is it to listen to people when they fucking talk to you#I said VEGETABLE fried rice you mentally deficient troglodyte#I understand that every human being is the champion god-king protagonist of their own story;#and things can go unobserved when details do not stroke the ego#but you would think after literal YEARS of ordering the one of TWO dishes from this restaurant#BOTH WITH 'VEGETABLE' AS THE PREFIX TO THE DAMN MENU OPTION#SOMEONE WOULD FUCKING REMEMBER#My day overall has been quite enjoyable up until this moment#However whenever I think of a 'relaxing evening' eating anticipated chinese food#I do not envision fishing for CHICKEN CHUNKS IN MY GODDAMN RICE#IT COMPLETELY ALTERS THE FLAVOR IN A SUBTLE WAY#“Subtle? If it's subtle what does it matter” Listen here motherfucker.#Do you think I want to roll the fucking roulette wheel with every forkful of fried rice#"Will I get a delicious hunk of rice#or am I going to bite down into a boulder of FUCKING CHICKEN#This is making a mountain out of a molehill here people#But sometimes the little things hit you in a way that taps into a veritable Wellspring of stored resentment#now I have to get another bowl dirty cause I don't want to eat the chicken#And YES#Foodwaste is terrible#food-waste contributes to the planetary decay our society has inflected upon the earth#It's a shame they wasted all this chicken by putting it INTO MY FUCKING FOOD#GODDAMMIT#at least the beef stick was cooked right#Fuckinell man.#I just wanted some snap peas and celery and the occasional carrot#rant over
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stenoodie · 1 year ago
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Uni and Scallop Don at Hana Don Japanese Cuisine & Bar Markham
Uni and Scallop Don at Hana Don Markham. #uni #chickenkatsuwithcheese #rawscallops a/U
Hana Don Japanese Cuisine & Bar located at 9255 Woodbine Ave Unit B14, Markham After a massage, my mom and I had a kid-free lunch date at Hana Don, a restaurant that I had my eye on for the longest time.  We actually have had their food here before but in takeout form, so I feel like it doesn’t count.  To enjoy fresh raw fish and their dons, you just have to eat the real thing at the restaurant…
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chxxrylovin · 4 months ago
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ᡣ𐭩 •。ꪆৎ ˚⋅ 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐰𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐩, 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞!
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
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a bowl of white rice, miso soup, a plate of grilled salmon, and a desert depending on what’s available. that has always been the menu for as long as you can remember and you were fine with it. sticking to the same thing can save you the time stressing over what to cook but thanks to your growing stomach, you wanted a change of pace.
a memory long buried in your brain resurfaced when you felt your baby kick. whenever your mother felt you kick in her fifth month mark, your father would always make her his famous curry. nostalgia got the better of you so you got to digging into the pantry.
“caught you.” you got the curry box from high up in the shelf with a triumph smile. it seemed that your t-rex arms could reach great heights.
“love of mine.”
that chilling voice’s hot breath, brushes again your ear, muscular arms wrapping around your figure as you froze in his embrace.
just when you were enjoying life, he had to ruin it.
“why didn’t you use the stool i bought you? what if you got hurt? what if the shelf got loose and fell on you?”
he coos each worry with a glossy eyes as he cups your cheeks, kissing you deeply. you only closed your eyes and gently pull away from his affection.
“i…i didn’t hear you come in.”
“well, that’s because you were so engrossed in trying to make dinner, oh, my adorable wife, working her magic to make me food.”
he sighs lovingly as he took the curry box and set it in the counter. he opens a bottom cabinet and pulls out a pot.
“you were craving your fathers curry, right? you’ve done enough work for today, let me spoil my cute, pregnant wife.”
“wait, let me cook, you just got out of work and you said texted me that you were stressed with-”
“love of mine.” he says in that tone. though he was still smiling his eyes say another story all together. you swallowed a lump and you instead took his briefcase with your head slightly bowed low, avoiding his gaze.
“i-i’ll put this in your office.”
“thank you, wifey.” with hearts around him, you existed the kitchen. his smile was replaced with a deep frown. even after all this time you still haven’t warmed up to him.
not after he was so loving with you.
“oh, well.” relationships take time to develop so it was only a matter of time til you realize that you didn’t have much of a choice.
“did you go to the ob-gyn by yourself?” the hairs on your arm stood up, especially how he said it to casually. you gripped your utensils a little tighter. there was no use in lying. it was obvious this freak had planted most of your jewelry with tracking devices.
“i didn’t want you…to miss work for something…so trivial.” your voice dies down with each word you croaked out. he sets his utensils down and takes your cold and shivering hand in his big and warm one.
“it’s a husbands duty to be involved with their wives pregnancy. you know how my boss is always so, very understanding, it’ll be a paid leave.”
yea, that’s cause you threatened to kill him if he didn’t follow your demands, you thought bitterly in your head.
“ok.” shifting your hand, both your fingers intertwined, hopefully this would calm him down, and it worked.
“now let’s continue eating, wouldn’t want our little girl to be starving.”
how the fuck did he know it was a girl?
and as if he read your mind, he replied with.
“i went to the hospital when you left and the doctor gave me the ultrasound. i’m so happy that she’s a healthy girl, just like you, my love.”
“is…that so?”
“yup! on the way home, i was already thinking about baby names! should we get those girly baby clothes or those unisex ones? you know what? i’ll get them both!”
to think this was the same man that killed your talking-stage when you were in high school. he even showed you how many knife wounds he gave the poor boy. the only reason why you have yet to escape from him was because he threatened to kill someone and because you had your precious little girl in you.
there no point in escaping. you might as well just play house with him til you’re old and wrinkly. but you could agree with him in one thing.
you hopped your child won’t end up like her father.
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(𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬!)
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𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠! 𝐩𝐥𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠!!
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edwin-paynes-bowtie · 4 months ago
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Imagine that there's a restaurant. Lots of people go to the restaurant regularly. It has a pretty wide range of tasty menu items.
Over time, the restaurant decides that they no longer care about having a diverse menu. They whittle it down to just a few dishes. People complain. The restaurant is just like, sorry.
One day, the restaurant decides to get rid of their delicious triple berry pancakes. Everyone likes them - they're perfectly fluffy inside and crisp on the outside. They have won awards and are constantly praised by the press.
Tens of thousands of people appear before the restaurant. They say that if they bring back the pancakes, they will happily eat at the restaurant and probably sometimes chow down on other dishes sometimes, too.
Instead of addressing the pancake-hungry mob, the manager pretends that they can't hear them. He sticks his fingers in his ears and pretends they don't exist.
His wife tells him that she likes Plain White Sauce. He makes dozens of vats of this sauce. The mob is still protesting.
Then one day the manager goes outside. He still does not address the massive mob of pancake aficionados. Instead, he grabs a group of people walking by. As the mob watches with dissatiafied eyes, the manager tells the family that he is offering up a new dish: Plain White Rice. Only $15.49 unless you don't want a random Lucky Charms marshmallow in the bowl, too, in which case it's $22.99
@netflix do you see where I'm going with this?
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destinyisastar · 5 months ago
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can i request dazai and tetchou (separately) reacting to their s/o (fem) putting a flower crown on their head saying "for my fave boii!!!"
i got this idea from....my head! ofcourse :3
please , no pressure, take ur time! :DDD
This is my first ever request! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I hope you enjoy!!! 💕 (I made a little scenario to go with it)
Characters: Osamu Dazai, Tetcho Suehiro
x Fem Reader
~❀~ A Crown for My Favorite Boy ~❀~
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀  ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀
OSAMU DAZAI-
 “Oh, my sweet, sweet belladonna we finally have time for ourselves!” He dramatically falls on the grass.
Dazai thought it would be a splendid idea to take you out on a date to the park…. while you both were working.
-FLASHBACK-
Dazai swivels his way to your desk, reaching out to you, “Helloooooo my love!”
You don’t have to face him to see that he’s planning something mischievous.
“Hello to you too,” You peck his cheek and go back to typing on your laptop.
He pouts, “Pay attention to meeeeee!”
“Osamu, the day just started, won’t you at least do some paperwork?” You look at him for a moment.
He puts a finger to his chin in a thinking pose, “Hmmmm…... nope!”
You sigh.
Dazai suddenly jumps up from his seat, seemingly with an idea. “I just had the most magnificent idea!”
You look at him from your chair, “And what exactly is that idea?”
“We shall go…… on a DATE!” he says
You just stare at him.
“Osamu, we are in the beginning of the workday.”
“Even so my dear, my love for you goes knows no bounds!” he takes your hands. “Lets goooooo!” Pulling you out of your seat and racing to the door.
“Wait! Hold on samu!”
-END of FLASHBACK-
You smile softly at him, feeling the grass between your fingers. You take notice of the pink flowers near you.
You pick some of them.
“What are you doing, my sweet?”
You cover the flowers with your hand, “Nothing samu, just close your eyes for a moment.”
“Close my eyes? Ooooo I like where this is going.” He smirks at you.
You deadpan at him, “Not like that dummy, shut your eyes, okay.”
“Hmmmm, okay.” Dazai shuts his eyes.
You take a moment, “Okay, sit up but still keep your eyes close.”
Dazai hums as he sits up.
You place a pink and white flower crown on his head.
“There! You can open them now!”
Dazai opens his eyes feeling something on his head.
“A flower crown for my favorite boy!” You smile at him.
He looks up then down back to you.
“You’re the cutest girl in the world.” He leans down and places a kiss on your lips, with you returning the same gesture.
~❀~❀~❀~❀~❀~
TETCHO SUEHIRO-
Tetcho is sitting at the dining table with a bowl of rice with …. sugar... when you call out to him.
“Tetcho! Are you working this Saturday?”
He puts his chopsticks down, “No, I’m off that day, why?”
You walk towards him with your phone in hand, “Theres going to be a flower festival this Saturday, do you think we can go, please?!” You show him the website of the festival.
He grabs your phone, “It looks pleasant, yes we can go.”
“Yay! I’m so excited I’m going to go pick out an outfit right now.” You run back to your bedroom.
Tetcho smiles and goes back to eating.
-SATURDAY-
“Are you excited Tetcho?” you say to him while holding on to his arm.
He looks to you and smiles, “Yes, there’s a lot of different colored flowers, it all looks pretty.”
“I’m glad,” You look around at some of the stalls, “Oh look they have some snow cones! Let’s get some!”
You let go of his arm and walk to the stall looking at the menu.
“Hmmmm, I’m gonna get a strawberry one, which one do you want Tetcho?”
Tetcho looks at the menu, “I’ll get the same as you.”
“Can we have two strawberry cones one with shimichi please.” He says to the vendor.
“Shimichi?” questions the vendor.
“Yes, do you have any?”
“Well, yes but shimichi?” The vendor asks looking at you now.
You just nod.
“Coming right up then.”
The vendor gives you both the snow cones after two minutes. Both you and Tetcho walk towards a little hill away from the rest of the crowd.
“Its so pretty here!”
Tetcho nods as he finishes up his cone.
“Can you hold my cone for a moment please?”
Tetcho takes it, “What are you going to do?”
You smile at him, “You’ll see.” You stand up and began picking up yellow flowers. Once you gathered all you need you sit back down and get to work.
“Alright I’m all done!” You put your finished flower crown on Tetcho head. “For my favorite boy! A flower crown!!”
Tetcho gives you a soft look. “Your handiwork is incredible, my love.”
“Awww thank you honey!” he gives you a kiss on your cheek.
˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀  ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆。˚ ❀
Hope you enjoy! I had a little bit of trouble with Tetcho but it was fun :)
destinyisastar 2024
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strwbrryeyes · 1 year ago
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𖦹°。⋆ osamu as a best friend
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⟡ cw: not much really but lmk if im wrong
⟡ a/n: i was really hungry writing this.
⟡ best friend series: suna, atsumu, kita, aran, || masterlist
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best friend osamu who you met in your second year of middle school when you both fought over the last onigiri in the lunch line.
best friend osamu who gave in and let you have it.
best friend osamu who was surprised the next day when you brought him onigiri you made at home because you felt bad.
best friend osamu who you got closer to when you found out you were going to the same high school and were placed in the same class.
best friend osamu who would occasionally skip practice just to hang out with you.
best friend osamu who noticed you were bad at packing your own food so he started bringing you bento boxes that had something new in them every day (but always had onigiri)
best friend osamu who would ask you to stay and watch him practice so he wouldn't have to deal with atsumu's tantrums alone.
best friend osamu who asked the coach if you could sit on the bench with him at games since the team didn't have a manager (you ended up becoming one by accident because of this but you're not complaining)
best friend osamu who would make you watch cooking competitions on your weekend hangouts.
best friend osamu who had to block suna on your phone because he kept sending you embarassing pictures of osamu.
best friend osamu who you went to college with because you have learned that you can't live without his lunches.
best friend osamu who knocked on your dorm every morning to make sure you don't oversleep your classes.
best friend osamu who has a key to your dorm because you still wouldn't wake up so he would barge in and hit you with a pillow.
best friend osamu who stayed up all night with you to study because you have an awful attention span.
best friend osamu who opened onigiri miya after graduation thanks to your encouragement (also gave you a temp job there until you got your offical career started)
best friend osamu who named an item on the menu after you as a way to ask you to be his girlfriend.
best friend osamu who is now boyfriend osamu who is covered in rice because you forgot you had a bowl of rice in your hands when you went to go hug and kiss him to say yes to being his girlfriend.
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amygdalae · 7 months ago
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buffetlicious · 18 days ago
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The Reunion Dinner (年夜饭, 团年饭 or 团圆饭) is an annual feast where family members reaffirm the love and respect that bind them together as a unit. It is also known as tuanyuan (团圆) or weilu (围炉) meaning “gathering around the family hearth”. This event is of sociological significance as it is a means to ensure the solidarity of the family and its cohesiveness. Family members are expected return to the family home for reunion dinner. The more traditional Chinese families also “invite” their deceased ancestors to join them by placing offerings on the family altar. As convention dictates, all sons return to their parental homes for the occasion. Married daughters, on the other hand, join their husbands’ families for reunion dinner on Chinese New Year Eve.
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This year we managed to gather all members of my brothers and their families to join us for the Reunion Dinner (团圆饭). We decided to head back to Lai Huat Signatures (来發) at Gambas as the place is conveniently located nearby and accessible for all three of the families. We made reservation for 6pm and the place is already crowded. A brief discussion on what to choose from the abbreviated menu (compared to last year), we are ready to order.
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First to be served is this Fish Maw with Crab Meat Soup (蟹肉鱼鳔羹). Although we ordered the large portion (S$45), there is barely enough to fill up ten small bowls and we have eleven people. As in the pictures, there are plenty of sliced fish maw, crab meat and mushroom in a thicken soup. I drizzled some black vinegar and a dash of pepper to give it acidity and spiciness. Texture wise, the fried fish maw is on the rough side and just needs a little more time on the stove.
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If you are a coffee person, you will love this Coffee Pork Ribs (咖啡排骨). The boneless pork is dredged in flour and deep-fried before coated with a layer of savoury and sweet coffee-based sauce which is bound to give you that caffeine high. I love the succulent pork slices with the bittersweet coffee sauce clinging to meat and it goes well with rice.
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Sis recommended the Braised Bean Curd Skin with Kai Lan (豆根芥兰). Most of us had never tried this combination of fried knotted bean curd skin with kai lan (Chinese broccoli or Chinese kale). But my younger brother and I think that the savoury oyster sauce (I think) works with the chewy bean curd skin and the still crisp bite of the vegetable along with whole shiitake mushrooms.
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octaneink · 21 days ago
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Cooking by the book
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Will Lenney x Reader
Summary : The reader teaches Will more skills in the kitchen Warnings: none (though heads up, there are quite a bit scene skips so its through out an ambiguous amount of time) Notes : I only really wrote two scenes for this. So its short in that sense. Ah and it came about me cooking something, dancing to the music I was listening to and going "Damn, won't it be great if I was doing this with someone." and that thought spiralled to this. And yes... that title is from the lazy town song.
The scent of garlic and onions fills the small kitchen, a comforting aroma that always seemed to signal the end of the day. You stir the simmering sauce, and simultaneously, your hand hovers over the other pan with some olive oil to check if it is hot enough; it needs more time, you note. Will watches you from the doorway, his lean frame casually propped against the frame, a half-smile playing on his lips.
“What’s on the menu tonight, chef?” He asks, stepping into the kitchen, then stops just over your shoulder.
“Chicken cacciatore,” you reply, “with some rice.”
He nods approvingly. “Sounds delicious.” He leans against the counter, watching you intently as you add the diced tomatoes to the pan.
You stir the sauce, enjoying the silence that settles between you. It's a comfortable silence, broken only by the gentle sizzle of the pan and the occasional clink of a utensil. Slowly, an idea forms in your mind. You place the traffic light-coloured peppers onto the chopping board and place the knife on its side and move to pat Will’s bicep. “Here,” you say, slowly guiding him in front of the chopping board. “Chop these peppers while I get the chicken ready.”
“Yes, chef.” He chuckled and mock saluted. He begins chopping the peppers, his movements unsurprisingly clumsy. You quickly go to the fridge where the chicken marinade was stored; it was simple: salt, pepper, lemon, and olive oil. Removing the cling film over the bowl, you move to the hot pan and place the chicken thighs skin side down. Repeating until there were no chicken thighs left, your eyes flickered back to Will every so often. Your eyes widened when you saw him fumble with the knife, almost slicing his finger.
You place the bowl into the sink and wash your hands. “Here,” you say, gently taking the knife from his hand; your fingers brush against his. “Let me show you.” You demonstrate how to hold the knife properly, how to guide the blade through the pepper with ease. He watches intently, his eyes never leaving your hands.
“See?” you say, handing him the knife back. “Does that make sense?”
He nods, taking the knife back into his hands, and tries again. His movements are still a bit hesitant, but he's improving. You smile, feeling a surge of warmth spread through you.
“There you go,” you praise him. “Much better.” Patting his back, you move to the chicken and check if the skin has browned.
He grins, his eyes sparkling. “Thanks for the lesson.”
From that moment on, he seemed to find some rhythm. He chopped the peppers slowly, but in a way that made the cubes even in size. You flip the chicken and stir the simmering tomato sauce. 
You look over to see Will finish off the last of the peppers, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and lips pursed. “You're a natural,” you tease.
He grins, turning to you, his eyes warm. “Thanks to my excellent teacher.”
You chuckle, “You're welcome.” He smiled wide and wiggled his brows. “What?” you ask. 
Will rolls his eyes. “Don’t I get a reward for doing such a good job?” 
“Yes, you do!” He perks up even more, “It's a home-cooked meal by yours truly.” He deflated instantly, eyes dead, face flat. You laugh and move the chicken to one pan and into the one holding the simmering tomatoes. Once that was done, you turned to the pouting man, “Come here, you goof.” He shuffles towards you, still looking slightly offended. You reach up and gently cup his face, your thumbs stroking his cheeks. “You know I was teasing, right?”
He sighs dramatically, finally breaking into a grin. “Of course, I do. But a little appreciation wouldn't hurt.”
“Fine, fine,” you concede, “But you have to admit, you picked up proper knife and chopping techniques quickly.”
He puffs out his chest, “Of course, I did. I'm a fast learner.”
You roll your eyes playfully, “Alright, calm down now; don’t let your ego go too high. I definitely will have you helping cook more now that you did well; I hope you know that.” You raised a brow at him, and he rolled his eyes in mock annoyance. “Now, how about we let that delicious sauce simmer while we enjoy a well-deserved glass of wine?”
He grabs your hands, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Sounds perfect. But first…”
He leans in and steals a kiss, his lips lingering on yours for a moment too long. You smile against his mouth, your heart fluttering.
“Now,” he says, his voice husky, “let's go enjoy that wine.” He kisses your right hand, then your left, then gives both a squeeze, letting go to get the wine. While you get the bottle of red and place it on the table set up in the corner of the kitchen. Streaks of sunset streams through the window. You pull out a chair for him, a small smile playing on your lips. He sits down, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
“You know,” he says, pouring two glasses of wine, “I think I might have a new calling.”
“A chef?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
He takes a sip of wine, savouring the taste. “No, no. A professional kitchen assistant. I'm quite skilled, if I do say so myself.”
You laugh, clinking your glass against his. “Very well, then. My skilled assistant, I expect you to clock in at the same time tomorrow evening.”
You both sip the wine, a comfortable silence settling between you. The gentle sizzle of the sauce in the pan provides a soothing background noise. You watch him, a contented sigh escaping your lips. He was so effortlessly charming, always leaving you feeling light and happy.
He catches you looking at him and raises an eyebrow. “What?”
“Just admiring my incredibly talented assistant,” you reply, softly smiling.
He grins, “Don't get carried away, chef. I still need to be reminded of who's really in charge.”
He leans across the table and kisses you again, a slow, lingering kiss that sends shivers down your spine. You pull back, breathless, your heart pounding.
“Perhaps,” you whisper, “a little more practice is in order.”
He chuckles, “I'm always up for a challenge.”
He reaches for your hand again, his fingers intertwining with yours.
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The fluorescent lights in Tesco hummed overhead as you navigated the aisles, your trolley overflowing with colourful vegetables, meat, snacks, and other items required around the house. Will, pushing the trolley, looked deep in thought, a frown creasing his brow. “What's got you thinking so deep?” you asked, nudging him playfully with your elbow.
Will focused on you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I was just thinking... maybe we could cook something a bit more ambitious next time.”
You paused, slowing your walk but not stopping, surprised by his suggestion. “Oh?”
He nodded. “You know, something that actually requires two people working at once? I know you've been trying to get me to help more with the preparations, but I'd like to try to actually put a bit more effort into cooking something. I've been watching a lot of cooking shows lately, and it seems like a lot of fun to really cook something together.”
You smiled softly. “That sounds lovely, Will. What were you thinking?”
He shrugged. “I don't know, maybe something like making spaghetti from scratch? Or something along those lines. I've always wanted to try.”
You hummed in consideration. “That's time-consuming, I’m guessing you mean you want to just make the pasta from scratch and not the sauce?”
He nodded once, “Yeah, I think that would be a good start. I don’t mind the sauce, it doesn’t have to be spaghetti.”
You nod, coming up with possible ideas, “Oh wait!” you turn to face Will quickly, “What shape do you want?”
Will furrowed his brows, “I'm thinking maybe those little... what are they called? The ones that look like... little ears?” He laughed at his explanation, and you couldn’t help but join in.
You raised an eyebrow, “Orecchiette?”
He grinned, “That's it!” You hummed in thought. You would need to get the flour—you don't have any at home. And looking at the trolley, there were some mushrooms and cherry tomatoes, you'd need to get some cream. Maybe a touch of garlic and some fresh herbs for the sauce.
“We could make a red cream sauce from scratch too if you’d like,” you suggested, “with mushrooms and cherry tomatoes. And maybe look for some fresh basil here, I don’t think there’s much left from the windowsill garden.”
Will's eyes lit up. “That sounds amazing. We could even make a garlic bread to go with it.” Make that two bulbs of garlic.
You grinned, “Sounds like a plan. We'll need to get some good quality flour, and maybe some semolina too, for that extra bit of texture. Let's get it, and others that we’d need. Do you want to drink anything specific with it?” The two of you walk deeper into the shop, chatting aimlessly.
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Will fumbled for his keys, the weight of the shopping bags digging into his fingers. Finally, the lock clicked open with a satisfying thunk. He stepped inside, switching on the hall light, you following close behind. Closing the door behind you with a soft click, you kicked off your shoes, the sound echoing slightly in the otherwise quiet hallway. Will kicked off his own pair, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. “That was… productive,” he declared, walking into the kitchen.
You follow after him laughing lightly, placing the bag you were carrying next to his on the counter. “Uh huh. Though, I think we may have overdone it slightly. I think I saw at least three different types of cheese in that trolley.”
Will grinned, “Well, one can never have too much cheese, right?” He caught your eye, “Besides, we might need a little snack to get through all this cooking.”
You playfully swatted his arm. “Don’t fill up on cheese, mister.” You both started to empty out the bags and place it in the correct spots, “But seriously, I'm excited. This is going to be fun. We'll make a mess, but I know we'll have a delicious meal at the end of it.” 
“Deal,” Will agreed, already pulling out his phone. “Let me see if I can find a beginner friendly recipe for the dough.” He grinned, scrolling through his phone. “I'm thinking a classic tomato sauce, maybe with some fresh basil from the market?”
You smiled, “Sounds perfect. I'll get everything ready while you do it. Let me know if you need any help.”
You put away the rest of the shopping, then laid out what’s needed for the pasta on the counter: the semolina flour, some warm water, a bowl, a scale, and a spatula. You even prepped a separate small bowl of water for wetting your hands.
“Oh! I found one! Right,” Will announced, finally looking up from his phone, a mock serious expression on his face. “Operation: Homemade Orecchiette is a go! Alright, let's start with the flour. How much are we looking at?”
You mimic a buzzer noise, “NO! Rule number one to cooking, what was it again?” he snapped his fingers.
“Right, wash your hands!” Will said, turning to the sink, where you both quickly washed their hands with soap and water.
“Alright,” Will said, drying his hands on a nearby towel. “Operation: Homemade Orecchiette NOW officially commences.” He looked at the flour and asked his previous question.
You glanced at the recipe on his phone. “Looks like four hundred grams to start.” He picks up the bag, “Though we may need to adjust it. Depends how the dough comes together.” You pause and look at him, “You know how to properly use a scale, don’t you?” 
He rolled his eyes, “Yes I do. I’ll have you know I’m not completely a lost cause.” then he carefully measured out the flour and adding it to the bowl. 
“Ok, this is when you need to make the little volcano in the dough.” his confused look prompted you forward, creating a little dimple on the top of the dough. “Like this, you try it now. It needs to be a bit deeper, you can make it wider if you want to as well.”
He nodded and did as instructed, “Now, the water...”
“One hundred and eighty grams, it says.” He carefully poured out the water into the bowl, making sure not to pour too much in. “Excellent,” Will declared, he then grabbed the spatula and stared at the bowl. “Now what? Just mix it all together?”
“Pretty much,” you replied, “But you want to bring in small amounts of flour from round the edges and mixing it into the middle.”
He nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. “Right, right.” he stared down at the bowl, “Sorry what?” 
“It's like this.” you walk up to the bowl, mixing the way you described slowly, he was staring intently at the bowl and your hands. It was too cute. 
You handed it back to him and after a few minutes, the mixture started to come together, forming a shaggy mass. “It's starting to look like something!” Will exclaimed, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across his face.
“Good job!” you praised, “Now, we need to add a little bit of water.”
He carefully drizzled in a small amount of water, continuing to stir. “Is this enough?” he asked, glancing at you.
“Looks about right,” you replied, “Keep going until it forms a smooth ball.”
Will continued to stir, adding a tiny bit more water here and there. Slowly, the dough began to come together, forming a smooth, elastic ball. “I think we did it!” he announced, holding up the dough triumphantly.
“We did it.” you echoed, a smile gracing your lips. “Or, well, you did it. I may have you make my dough from now on. Now, the fun part: kneading.”
You showed him the proper technique, how to fold the dough over itself and then press down firmly with the heel of your hand. “Keep going until it becomes smooth and elastic,” you instructed.
Will followed your lead, kneading the dough with a surprising amount of enthusiasm. “This is actually kind of therapeutic,” he admitted, his brow furrowed in concentration.
“I know, right?” you chuckled, “Now that should be done, let's let it rest for a while.”
You wrapped the dough in plastic wrap and placed it in a bowl. “While that's resting,” you said, “let's get the sauce started.”
“Excellent,” Will said, “I'll handle the sauce. You relax.”
A slow smile spread across your face. “You know what to do?” he nodded, and you leaned in, your lips brushing against his in a soft, lingering kiss.
You pulled back, breathless, and smiled. “Now go,” you said, gently pushing him towards the stove. “I trust you'll make something delicious.”
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The studio was a din of noise. JJ, who had flames licking at the edge of his pan, was frantically waving a tea towel around, shrieking high pitched with the occasional “Fuck” being yelled. Vik's face contorted in frustration as he was rummaging through the pantry, muttering about misplaced vegetables. Most likely a trick played by the opposite team.
And then there was Will.
Amidst the chaos, Will stood apart. A serene calm seemed to emanate from him as he stirred a simmering pot on the stove. Herbs were added, a pinch of this, a dash of that, each movement precise and measured.
Harry—from the opposite team—who had been attempting to distract Simon incoherently with a joke paused, his jaw dropping, and walked to Will. “Woah mama, Will, what is that? It actually smells amazing.”
Will, ever the showman, grinned. “Just a little something, something. Can't tell you everything. Man’s gotta keep his secret.” He winked at one of the cameras.
Ethan, who was diligently peeling a pile of potatoes, choked on his own spit. “This is bullshit, I swear. Which one of yous helped him?”
Josh inhaled deeply, and he couldn't help but lean closer to the pot, inhaling deeply. “That actually smells good, what the fuck?”
Will beamed, “Thanks mate, I have a good teacher.” he stirred the pot, “Good kisser too.”
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andy-wm · 4 months ago
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Everyone get seaweed soup in their birthdays
Do you really think so, Anon?
I can't imagine you would say this if you had any idea of what life is like on a military base. I'm going to explain it to you because you weren't rude, just wrong
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See, I'm not an asshole all the time
Let's start with logistics:
There are 360 THOUSAND soldiers in the ROK army. Just the army.
Have you ever seen a large scale kitchen that serves thousands of meals a day? It's a pretty industrial place, Anon, and everything - from the steamers to the spatulas - is scaled up in size to make sure enough food for comes out at set meal times.
The people who work in those kitchens work bloody hard. There's no time for fucking around when there are hungry soldiers needing food. I know this because my ex-partner was an army cook.
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There's no table sevice in the barracks dining room.
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Huge trays of basic food are set out and its a help-yourself system for the staples like rice and kimchi. But the soldiers line up with trays for the rationed parts of the meals, and the cooks serve those on a production line so they can stay within a set budget for meals.
Yes they have a buget to work to, and menues are set with a fixed number of meal varieties available.
Seaweed soup isn't on the menu every day. And they don't make individual batches for individual soldiers.
The cooks don't go searching for anyone having a birthday and present them with a bowl of soup. You know that, right?
For soldiers, a birthday is like any other day.
(Unless you're Park Jimin)
It's either on the menu, or its not.
Today it was on the menu. Today is Jimin's birthday. Could it be a coincidence?
Yes it could.
Is it likely?
I think not.
The 5th division has at least 10000, maybe 20000 soldiers. Included in that number are two of the most famous Korean men IN THE WORLD and one of them works in the kitchens. There's ZERO chance that the pair of them have gone unnoticed, you know?
I'm not saying Jungkook is in charge of setting out the menus, but he is charming, hard working, highly skilled and motivated.
He is the man who climbs mountains to fetch snow.
He's the king of grand gestures.
However it came to be, the menu for today - Jimin's birthday - includes the traditional birthday meal that a parent would usually make. (Seaweed soup is associated with postpartum health which is why it's served on birthdays).
So no, everyone does not get seaweed soup on their birthday. That would be like another country's military providing birthday cake for soldiers on their birthday. They get whats on the menu, they don't get a party.
It's the army, not kindergarten.
I hope that clears it up for you.
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bangchansdirty-slut · 4 months ago
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Paring: PowerBttmYunjin x SubTop!Male Reader
Genre: Smut
Requested: Ight I couldn’t tell if u write this type of thing or not but can you please do a huh yunjin x male reader smut where they’ve been dating for a while and he help her with her practice then afterwards they get something to eat then go home and have sex thank you
More: Masterlist
A/n: I apologize for the delay in posting this. I've been very busy with school and extracurricular activities, which is why this remained unfinished in my drafts.
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The cool breeze of the early autumn evening whispered through the leaves, playing a soft melody as it danced around the figure standing alone on the rooftop. Yunjin, dressed in a simple black hoodie and sweatpants, her hair tied back in a low ponytail, took a deep breath, savoring the crisp air that filled her lungs. She looked out over the sprawling cityscape, the lights twinkling like stars scattered across the dark fabric of the night. The quiet was a stark contrast to the deafening cheers she was used to hearing from the stage below, but she cherished these moments of solitude. They allowed her to reconnect with the world outside the glitz and glamour of K-pop stardom.
Her thoughts drifted to her partner, M/n, who had been nothing but supportive in her journey. They had been dating for several months now, and their relationship had grown stronger with each passing day. He knew her better than anyone, understanding the pressures she faced and the sacrifices she made for her career. And tonight, as he had many times before, he offered to help her with her vocal practice. His gentle guidance and encouraging words had always brought out the best in her, pushing her to reach new heights with every note she sang.
As she took a sip of her tea, the warm liquid seemed to melt away the stress of the day. Her thoughts drifted back to M/n and the way he had looked at her during their practice session. His eyes had been filled with admiration and a hint of something more, something that made her heart flutter. She knew he had a busy schedule of his own, but he always made time for her when she needed it most. It was a rare gift in their demanding world, one that she treasured deeply.
They had decided to grab a bite to eat at their favorite local restaurant, a cozy little place that served the best ddeokbokki in town. The smell of spicy rice cakes sizzling in the sauce filled the air, making their mouths water as they walked in. The owner, an older woman with a perpetual smile, waved them over to their usual table in the corner. They slid into the plush booth, the familiar comfort of the place wrapping around them like a warm blanket.
M/n ordered their usual - a spicy seafood ddeokbokki for two - while Yunjin picked at the menu, her appetite not quite as voracious as his. She finally settled on a bulgogi rice bowl, her eyes meeting his as she handed the menu back to the waitress. He smirked, knowing she'd end up eating most of his food anyway. As they waited, they chatted about their day, sharing stories and laughter that seemed to resonate through the intimate space.
"Here we go, the best ddeokbokki in Seoul," M/n exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as the steaming plate of rice cakes was set before them. The tangy aroma of the spicy sauce mixed with the sweetness of the dough brought a smile to Yunjin's lips. They dug in, the chewy texture and explosion of flavors a delightful contrast to the quiet evening they'd had so far.
As they ate, their conversation grew more personal, sharing their fears and hopes for the future. Yunjin spoke candidly about the pressure of maintaining her image and the constant need to improve. M/n listened intently, his hand reaching over to gently squeeze hers. "You're already incredible, Yunjin," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You don't need to change for anyone."
The comfort in his words was like a balm to her soul. She looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "Thank you," she whispered, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. He leaned in, his thumb brushing a stray tear from her cheek, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. The warmth of his touch spread through her body, igniting a fire she hadn't realized had been smoldering all evening.
Their meal continued with a newfound intimacy, their laughter more genuine and their smiles brighter. They talked about their future, their dreams, and the secret moments they shared when the cameras weren't rolling. It was easy to forget the world outside their bubble, especially when their food arrived, a symphony of flavors that sang in harmony with their shared love for each other. They ate with gusto, stealing glances and smiles in between bites, their bond growing stronger with every shared taste.
After they finished their meal, they walked hand in hand through the quiet streets, the cool air a gentle caress on their skin. They didn't speak much, content in the comfortable silence that had grown between them. The city was a blur of lights and sounds, but all that mattered was the steady beat of their hearts and the warmth of their entwined fingers.
When they reached M/n's apartment, the tension between them grew palpable. They stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind them like a lock sealing in their secret world. He led her to the living room, where the soft glow of a single lamp cast a warm, inviting light. She sat down on the couch, watching as he moved to the stereo, selecting a playlist of their favorite songs. The first notes of a slow, sensual ballad filled the air, and she felt a shiver run down her spine.
M/n turned to face her, his eyes dark with desire. "Let's take this to the next level," he murmured, his voice a seductive promise that sent a thrill through her. She nodded, her pulse quickening as he approached her, his steps deliberate and predatory. He took her hands in his, pulling her to her feet, and their bodies collided with a fierceness that stole her breath. His lips claimed hers, the kiss a declaration of war against the boundaries that had held them back.
Yunjin melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and plane with a reverence that made her feel worshiped. She gasped as his teeth grazed her bottom lip, the sting of pain quickly replaced by the sweetness of his tongue. They broke apart, panting, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. He took a step back, his gaze raking over her before he took her hand and led her to his bedroom.
The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the moon's silver beam that sneaked through the curtains. He guided her to the bed, and she sat, her legs swinging open and inviting. He didn't need a second invitation. M/n knelt before her, his eyes never leaving hers as he slowly untied her shoes and peeled off her socks. The simple act was loaded with erotic tension, each touch a promise of what was to come. He slid her sweatpants down her legs, revealing the black lace panties that clung to her hips like a second skin.
Yunjin felt a thrill run through her as he traced a finger along the waistband. She leaned back, her heart racing as he hooked his fingers under the lace and slid them down, exposing her completely to his hungry gaze. He took his time, savoring the sight of her. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his breath hot against her skin. His mouth found its way to the apex of her legs, and she gasped as his tongue flicked over her clit. She was already wet and ready for him, the anticipation making her shiver with need.
M/n's hands roamed up her body, cupping her breasts through her hoodie. He teased her nipples, rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers until they were hard and sensitive. He pulled the hoodie over her head, tossing it aside to reveal the matching black lace bra that barely contained her. He took his time unclasping it, the slow reveal making her squirm with impatience. When her breasts spilled out, he took one in his mouth, sucking and nipping until she was arching her back and moaning his name.
Their bodies were a tapestry of desire, a dance of hands and mouths that knew every inch of each other by heart. He kissed her collarbone, tracing a path down to her navel, his tongue dipping inside to tickle the sensitive spot that made her squirm. Yunjin's fingers found his hair, pulling him closer as he made his way back up, leaving a trail of wet kisses in his wake. When he reached her mouth again, she tasted herself on him, a heady combination that made her want more.
M/n stood, his own passion clear through the bulge in his pants. He took a moment to shed his clothes, revealing a body that was toned and lean from years of dance and exercise. He stepped out of his jeans, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. Yunjin licked her lips, eager to feel him inside her. He took his time, teasing her with feather-light touches as he climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs.
With a wicked smile, she pushed him onto his back and straddled him, her eyes never leaving his. She took his length in her hand, stroking it gently before guiding it to her entrance. The head nudged against her, and she lowered herself, inch by inch, until he was buried deep within her. She threw her head back, her hair a curtain around them, as she moaned with pleasure. The sensation of being filled by him was exquisite, a feeling she never tired of.
"O-oh, oh! god, Yunjin," M/n gasped, his eyes rolling back as she began to ride him with a confidence that made his heart race. Her movements were fluid, each stroke a masterful blend of passion and power. Her hips rocked back and forth, the friction sending waves of pleasure through him. He could feel her muscles tightening around him, a vice grip that only made him harder.
"You like that baby?" Yunjin murmured, a wicked glint in her eye as she watched M/n's reaction to her movements. He could only nod, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as she took control of the rhythm. Her hips moved in a sinuous dance, her inner muscles squeezing and releasing around his length, eliciting gasps and moans from his parted lips.
"I need you to talk to me, M/n," she purred, her voice a sweet siren's call that sent shivers down his spine. "D-do you like that baby? Tell me how it feels," she demanded, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing rhythm that had him on the edge.
He could only manage to whine, "Y-Yunjin, you're so tight, so warm." His voice was a desperate plea, a testament to the exquisite pleasure she wrung from his body. Her breasts bounced with every movement, the sight making his cock throb even more. Her eyes never left his, a silent challenge that he was utterly incapable of resisting.
With each roll of her hips, M/n felt himself losing control. Her power over him was absolute, and he reveled in the sweet surrender. He felt her getting wetter, her walls clutching him tighter, urging him closer to the precipice of climax. "Fuck, M-mommy," he murmured, his hands gripping her hips, trying to steady himself against the onslaught of sensation.
Yunjin leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his chest as she picked up the pace. The friction was delicious, their skin slick with sweat as they moved in perfect harmony. She could feel his cock pulse inside her, a silent declaration of his impending release. She leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "Cum for Mommy," she whispered, her voice a seductive command that sent him over the edge.
M/n's body tensed, his moans growing louder as he obeyed her command. His hips bucked up to meet her, his release flooding her with warmth. The feeling sent her own orgasm crashing over her, her walls clenching around him as she rode out the waves of pleasure. She collapsed onto his chest, her breathing ragged as she reveled in the aftermath of their shared climax.
For a moment, they lay there, their bodies entwined, their hearts beating in a frantic symphony. Then, with a sigh, she shifted, rolling off him and onto her side, taking him with her. He nuzzled into the crook of her neck, his cock still half-hard and nestled against her thigh. She stroked his hair, her fingers tracing patterns on his scalp that made him purr with contentment.
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