syn ⋮ fluff , comfort , established relationship , a cutee little peek into of the life of you and your boyfriend, barou ˎˊ˗
Barou Shoei who's the most arrogant, egotistical, annoying, cocky bastard you've ever met—unfortunately, you love him for that—and many who know deeply worry for you.
Your dear boyfriend, who emphasizes himself as the greatest, is feared yet looked up to by many. Though, whether the demeanor of his bystanders are positive or not, their existence will never be acknowledged, except for you. You're the only one who the King tolerates and he reminds you every second of that factor. It's surprising how you can put up with him and how he can put up with you—seriously—why are you even with a dude like him?
He's blunt and truthful, a true anti for sugarcoating. We like an honest man but doesn't it get too harsh? Not for you, because deep down, Barou is the most caring, touching, most loving man ever and nobody can top that title.
What people do not see are the drags of his knuckles against your skin and the way he lifts the back of his hand up and down your spine. At the moment, Barou caresses you, the pads of his fingers repeating its pattern of tender circles. Surprisingly (and always), he treats your body like you're holy water, as if you're an embodiment of a portal, rippling and alluring; all he could do is meld into you. You could fuse with him at any moment by the way your chest lays against his, both of your hearts beating with one another.
And your head? It nuzzles deep in his neck, whiffing the lingering fragrance of the cold outdoors, his sweat, the shampoo from last night, and his balm.
"Shoei, do you ever think about what other people think of us—or you?" you ask, eyes still focusing on your phone.
Barou inhales deeply and kisses his teeth.
"No," he simply says.
You drag your chin back and lift your head to fully face him, "Really?"
"I don't give a damn." Barou mutters, clearly lacking interest in such matters.
He grunts, slightly repositioning his neck on the edge of the couch's armrest, this posture poking out his double chin. Phone in his right hand, his left continues traveling along your spine. Your cheek slumps back onto his chest.
"Do your friends even know I exist?" you squint at him.
Barou shrugs, humming out a guttural "I don't know."
He immediately catches your eye roll at his indifference. Barou grasps the attitude, hitting it right back with a meaner eye roll. He finally looks at you after years of doomscrolling.
"What?" he spits.
Out of instinct and act of protection, his palm quickly hovers your back when you shift upwards, straddling his hips.
"Do people even know that I'm your partner? Do they think about me at all?" you ask desperately, crossing your arms.
"Why the hell would I let people think about you." Barou deadpans, not really a question.
You huff, bummed out. You hear the soft thud of his phone lazily being dropped on the couch.
You point, "You know what I mean—"
"What're you talking about?" Barou mumbles, rubbing his eye.
Big hands come down to grip on your waist, slightly tightening around your skin. A quick mewl slips past your lips as you come back down to his mean face. Being the clingiest one in the relationship, you coddle his head and bug him with hard pecks.
"Mm- everyone must know that I love you and that you're loved~" you sing, dragging your ducks lips across his face.
"But I know." Barou emphasizes with no expression like in every other conversation.
"Yes you know... but I want the whole world to know." you reply quickly.
Once again, you lift your torso up and discreetly trail a finger to his collar. His eyes deeply squint at you, not hiding the intent to read your mind. A face like this could kill many but you're used to it; it's a daily thing.
You tap softly and hum, "Say it."
"Say what?" Barou raises a brow.
"You know what."
He scoffs, wanting to throw you off his hips. His nails practically pierced into the waistband of your jeans. His face furrows in a gentle frustration, as if this king could ever get shy. There's not an ounce of pink tint, of course. Regardless, if anybody saw him with such a vulnerable expression, they'd be shot on sight.
"Do I have to remind you every damn second?" Barou mutters.
"Shoei!" you yelp, wanting to rip the words of endearment out of him.
It is a fun game to tug his strings to get something you want. Deep down, you know what will be the answer—you always do. If someone were to ask you about something you know about Barou, the immediate answer would be that he loves you. No, nobody would believe it at first.
And no, he does not need to tell you every breath you take when you know that his care shows more than what he barks. Especially by the way he lets you sit on top of him; you can feel the slow creep of his hands making it under your shirt. No lingering of his are stronger than words. Anybody else would be thrown into the pitch full of lions.
"I love you." your boyfriend says, blank and quiet.
Smiling ear to ear, you bump his head and smother your mouth all over him. Easy, just like that.
"Agh fuck—" Barou hisses from the hit, quickly pinching your sides.
You let out a tight squeak, a sharp pain hitting your senses as you tweak back and curl your body. Short, breathy giggles fill the living room air, the atmosphere tense with a tickling competition. Each gasp earns a bite from Barou's sharp fangs as he plays along with your tackles. He nibbles on your nose, cheek, then shoulder. Nobody would even imagine this, not even the strongest paparazzi.
"Shoei—!" you dive into a stern tone, "—okay, your teammates do need a proper introduction from me."
I haven't touched Love and Deepspace nor thought of them because I realize how orientalist and stupid the company is; they're hypocritical and have poor communication as a team. If you're going to address your whole fanbase, then listen to the whole fanbase.
Valko made me want to redownload it because of my fomo, I never really got into him but just the other day, LADs were posting his face everywhere and it seemed interesting. I've seen criticism over his concept, I understand why a lot of fans dislike him especially because of how corny he seems (not in my eyes tho). But I've seen more racism and bigotry around Valko and honestly you should die for that
I feel like this is just another thing for me to get away from LADs but if you're going to criticize Valko for his behavior, his cringeyness, and how the company poorly made him up, take a good look at Sylus and Caleb lol. If you're going to delete a character (who is just another version of Sylus and Caleb but just funnier) because of criticism revolving around how dangerous and insulting he is, delete the whole game at this point
I wanna dumb it down but it amazes me how hardcore fans and some CN players made it this far to end up insulting Valko when you got mafia lord and childhood implied-brother. Not only that, but the comments surrounding him about misogyny is a little funny, it seems like LADs has always been unconsciously misogynistic if you're looking at it in that way; congrats for finally seeing it?? Idk this is so weird 🤔 A lot of players have already redownloaded LADs and were ready to spend money on him—like a lot—so this seems like a scam lol
"i wann' nut in you—please can i?" ness begs, his forearms tight around your waist.
he looks up at you so pathetically, forcing his head into your petting. he absolutely loves this position with you facing forward on his lap, sweaty bodies flushed against each other as you ride his soul away. your knees dig deep into the mattress, locking in his thighs that stretched out between yours.
"i-ich werde brav sein, bitte sag ja.."
he pulls you down harder at each desperate whine he slips out, stuffing his nose between your breasts and slobbering all over your soft skin.
"bitteee, y/nnn i wanna- inside you s'bad... y/n it hurts..."
you tightly suck in a breath, feeling his limp cock twitch inside your womb. the rock hard head of his shaft bulges through your cervix, fitting right inside like a puzzle.
"y/n i wanna so bad... du tust mir so gut, ich kann einfach nicht andersss.."
"fine, fine... yes..." you grunt, your head immediately sinking into his shoulder.
he could just die here beneath you the moment you nodded, approving another orgasm. slowly, warm fluids seep out between the gaps of your throbbing pussy, his cock still plugged deep inside of you; ness was not letting go anytime soon. clenching so tightly, he twitches and thrusts up once more, your walls wrapping tighter around his pulsing veins.
"y/nn~ hnghh—" ness gasps, biting onto your nipple, wanting your cum to somehow come out of your breasts instead.
you and ness breathe deeply together, mirroring beasts in hibernation, feeling each other's raging heartbeats. his hands slide low to the side of your legs, lazily pumping you up and down.
you tap gently on his back, "enoughh..."
ness chuckles. bulky arms wrap harder around your bare hips as his forehead nudges your collar.
"thank you... than' you~" he repeats in soft murmurs, quietly milking you over and over with subtle movements . . .
Solving some VERY common misconceptions about the avatar movies that the fandom keeps mixing up
ATWOW AND AFAA SPOILERS !
Ok first let's start easy!
Tuk also known as tuktirey is a girl. I'm guessing some people think she's a boy because she's topless most of the time, but that's just because she's still a child
Tsu'tey isn't Neytiri's brother nor was he in love with her. Tsu'tey was the next in line to be Olo'eyktan and Neytiri beacame tsakarem (Tsa'hik in training) after her older sister Sylwanin died. We never saw it happen but Grace talks about it in a extended scene in the first movie. She was shot by the sky people. Sylwanin and Tsu'tey were supposed to become a mated pair and lead the Omoticaya people as Olo'eyktan and Tsa'hik and although it was arranged they were actually in love with each other (you can see more about it in "Tsu'tey's path" a small comic about Tsu'tey's story)
Roxto isn't Ao'ung's and Tsireya's brother. He's their childhood friend and ao's best friend. Also he wasn't adopted by their family either. His parents are alive, they're fishermen if I'm not mistaken.
Tarsem isn't Tsu'tey's lilttle brother. He's just a Na'vi wise for his years that took Jake's place as Olo'eyktan when he left. Tsu'tey's lilttle brother is Avrok which was thrown out of the clan for attempting to kill Jake by poisoning him.
Although it's common, the Tsa'hik and Olo'eyktan of a clan don't have to be mated. Mo'at has been Tsa'hik for so long after Eytukan (her mate and former Olo'eyktan) died.
An Olo'eyktan doesn't have to die for a new one to take his place. I've seen people say that since Ao will probably be Olo'eyktan in the 4th movie that means Tonowari is dead but that's just not true. We literally saw Tarsem taking Jake's place and Jake's still alive lol. The Olo'eyktan doesn't have to die or leave for a new one to take it's place. Honestly same with the Tsa'hik but I've just seen more confusion about Olo'eyktans lol
Bonding with a tulkun isn't exactly the same as bonding with an ikran. They're both for life but once a tulkun dies it cannot be replaced, it's literally like a family relative whereas if a rider looses their ikran they can easily form a new bond.
The connection of two queues isn't necessarily mating, it's a neurological connection -seeing the memories, fears and strengths of another- which is how Varang is able to torture others mentally without mating with them. Kiri is literally able to give her a taste of her medicine in the emd of the movie. Actually if I'm not wrong her and Quaritch are technically mated but instead of using the traditional method she cut him tasting his blood instead, that's her way of seeing his soul.
Eywa isn't like human religions and faith, well technically I wouldn't call it a religion she's literally an organism that gives life to Pandora. An electromagnetic field of sorts. Without Eywa there's no Pandora and vice versa. The Mangkwan are aware of her existence but choose to not believe in her power.
boyfriends who loves quietly but aren't shady or scared about it at all. no matter his personality, whether introverted or extroverted, his expressions are settle, bold, safe, normal. it's not like being "loud" isn't a turn off or uncomfortable on his part but loving you in your space seems more fitting.
don't get the wrong idea, he'll never push your hand away, pry you off from open hugs, ban pda as the two of you walk—it's just simply quiet. like a casual gesture. his affection is surprisingly soft. it's lingering touches, brushes against your skin, guiding you by your arms, palms against your back, and the tips of his shoes grazing your shins under the table. and as he does so, it all seems natural. it comes natural.
it's not just those soothing gestures, it gets specific and protective. usually, his hands always curl the hard edges of tables when you're bent down, just right above where your head bumps his knuckles as you're trying to grasp something you've dropped. like a chore, he gracefully tugs your clumsy self away from poles, sharp corners, walls, whatever thing that he knows you'll run into. often, he has whatever limb hovering you in crowded spaces, most of the time in public. sometimes, he reminds you to pin or tie your hair back, either offering a hair tie or doing it for you just so it doesn't get caught anywhere. and always, his eyes are on you 24/7, whether you're far away or close to him, his gaze follows your presence in sweet silence.
he doesn't pay mind to how flustered you get and that won't ever stop him. it's so lovely, romantic, intimate, yet so friendly and calm; he is truly an expert at handling you, knowing you, loving you.
zayne introducing you as his wife (based on this ask)
"my wife gifted me this watch for our monthly anniversary."
"greyson, would you like to have this flavoured tea? my wife prefers coffee."
"i'll discuss it with my wife and let you know."
the entire hospital knew one thing by now: dr zayne had a wife who was responsible for half his vocabulary. but who?
at the rest station, someone finally blurts the question out.
zayne simply gestures to you and that alone invites exaggerated gasps. more so upon learning that you were a nephrology specialist. did no one know you were married...?
"were you even friends before?" greyson addresses the matter like he's witnessing a medical anomaly. oh so it's worse.
...which is insulting because you literally arrived together this morning and routinely shared lunch. how obvious could you make it?
"perhaps we should hold hands more often." he solemnly suggests.
"not obvious enough." you scoff. "we should kiss more often."
his ears turn pink. "i'm afraid i wouldn't be able to let you go if we did." zayne offers you a shy yet mischievous smile.
"then we should practice at home." you smirk, taking his hand in yours as you finally arrive at your car.
"after you, my wife." his cheeks are already tomato red.
let's give it up for emotionally constipated women. let's give it up for women who can't think about being vulnerable without throwing up in their mouth a little. let's give it up for women who don't have the words to say what they feel even if they wanted to
Sae doesn't really tend to communicate. His relationship with his younger brother says it all, so he tends to show his affection with you through physical things.
He has a bunch of money in the bank, so why not spend it on you? There's too much to spend on himself anyway, may as well give you a treat here and there (or every week).
You mention wanting some silly trinket because it looks stupid, and you liked it because of that? It's in your hands the next day.
You talk about needing a new phone because your current one is bugging out like crazy? Brand new phone in your hands within the week.
You want matching bracelets with him? Stupid, but fine. (He wears it everywhere).
Sometimes, he'll buy you things just for the sake of it. His favourite excuse is 'it reminded me of you' with a nonchalant shrug.
But, then again, not everything is him buying stuff. If he notices you're upset, he'll pull you in for a hug without saying a word. He doesn't have to speak to know that you need some comfort.
You're angry with him? Fine. He'll give you space until you're ready to come near him again. Then, he'll try his absolute best to try and communicate with you – even if he doesn't exactly know how to - but somehow, it works every time, which he doesn't get how or why, but it doesn't matter. If you're happy; he's happy.
You want to hold hands in public? Sure! Showing affection in public doesn't make him uncomfortable in way. In fact, he finds it endearing.
You want to do some stupid tiktok trend together because it's 'cute'? Hell, he's down to whatever you want, even if it's as stupid as him dressing up a Disney princess. Anything for you.
Despite him being completely awful at communication and anything of the sorts, he still tries his best to keep you content within the relationship!
syn ⋮ bf!shidou x fem!reader , smut mdi. , period finger fuckingnfffd , mentions of blood ofc , fluffy if u squint , not proofread at all lol
bf!shidou who knows when you're about to start your period. surprisingly (not really), he keeps it on track, which is very helpful for you—and him!
bf!shidou who buys you pads, tampons, tylenol, junk food, tea bags, stuff animals, and even lends his jackets (+ his jersey if really needed).
bf!shidou who invites himself into your apartment and hosts sleepovers because he knows how troubling it is when you start bleeding the first day. he sometimes likes to bother you when you're on your last nerve; there's no sense of a personal bubble since you're his and he is yours—which was established by him. in the end, you're either under him or on top of his broad chest, nuzzling in his shoulders.
bf!shidou who twiddles with your hair with that cat eyed expression and wide grin of his as he listens to your rants. he's a lovesick fool and loves laying his head in your lap, tracing a finger along your belly and poking where your deadly cramps spread. you whine but you're too busy rambling in his face about the people who've annoyed this past weekend.
bf!shidou who once saw a video about how masturbating can help with cramps. period sex is not some nasty taboo scary stuff to him, it's just your period. in fact, he thinks it might help with your pain and the big ass cysts punching your ovaries. but he wants to help with it—just for fun! now he's opening up his imaginary fact book while you're curling in your bed, introducing this way of temporary relief as if you can't just do it yourself . . .
bf!shidou who reassures you in your ear when you ask, "but won't you be disgusted?" when is shidou ever disgusted about you? you're a tired, blushing mess with your back against his chest; he starts with lifting up your oversized shirt, his rough palm traveling to cup your breast. they're so swollen and it terribly aches beneath him, your nipples already perky and hard. everything about your body is so perfect and dangerously beautiful, every single ounce of you. the veins under your skin and the stretch marks that decorated your boobs, it was such a sight to see. he grips firmly, moving his hand in slow motion and observing the way the brown peaks of your breast relaxes and rises up again. it's fascinating, especially your little whines and trembling. "am i hurting you?" he asks mischievously, cooing you and pinching your nipples only for you to respond with a breathy groan. he's taking that as a no.
bf!shidou who doesn't stop teasing you with his thumbs circling the tiny slits of your tits. his right hand moves down, grazing your soft skin and running over your belly button. he tugs off your stretchy shorts, hovering over your shoulder for a better view. "wider f'me, pretty..." he instructs, and you know he's talking about your legs. "ryuuu..." you hiccup, it's a bit embarrassing but what is there to be afraid of? he leaves tender kisses on the side of your cheek and continues with his fingers pinching your panties lower. in this quiet room, you shuddered and squint from the faint wrinkling of your pad stuck to the linings. "look at how cute and wet you are, look at how pretty..." he whispers, nudging you. a whimper escapes from the depths of your throat and he's already pressing his fingers in your thighs. he takes his index and middle finger, making a v-sign and simply massages your entrance. it's utterly sore, puffy and felt heavy all around—maybe this could work out for you. he tugs at the dark pubes sticking your skin, snickering about how embarrassed you are. he purposely talks about the blood, exaggerating the way it leaks and dries around your hair. "c'mon open your eyes~" he insists, taking his thumb and rubbing your clit. you let out a loud gasp as he peppers your eyes from beside, shushing you. he completed lets go of your tit, his left hand coming down to spread your cunt open. and fuck your panties, they're in the way of his fingers dipping deep into your hole, the wet squelching finally filling the awkward air.
bf!shidou who fingers you deeply, hitting your cervix repeatedly and bullying you to spread yourself wider. the edge of his palm angles perfectly, rubbing harshly against your sensitive clit, making your body jolt from each thrust of his thick ass fingers. shidou could just rip you to shreds at this point from the way he stretches deep, angling and rubbing against your gums and flesh. "what do you say?" he sings in your ear, urging you speak as you're babbling, moving crazy on top of him. "ffuuck- t..thank you, ryuu!~ thank youu s'much..!" you repeat, chanting as if you were trying to summon more demons out of him. you clench around his fingers, sucking him in and out with blood and whatever liquid just seeping through the gaps of your hole. he curls them in such a perfect way, poking at your gspot that makes you drag out a long, loud moan. you're squeezing around him harder, your folds soaking wet and tears daring to roll down your cheeks. "ryuuu..! s..slower—pleashnghh-" you plea, trying to close your thighs but his left grip won't budge. he kisses his teeth, resisting your small fight. "i'm helping you, remember?~" he grins out, "doesn't it feel good for you?"
bf!shidou who lets you sing moans, encouraging you to be louder. it was a pleasuring sensation rushing over you, overriding your cramps and the pain in your guts, making your eyes roll back. don't doubt that he doesn't have the biggest boner of a lifetime fitting perfectly below your ass, but this is all just for his precious, whiny girlfriend. shidou pushes your cum back into you, chuckling at the way it mixes with your blood. "such a mess, y/n~ i might get used to this..." he says (which sounded like a threat). you pucker your lips, your face hot and sweaty, trying to suppress any other noise to not fuel his fire of continuing more orgasms; you think you've had enough. he pulls his fingers out, his skin wrinkles and soiled from the moisture. he twirls them above your entrance, observing the way your cum forms a string from his fingers to your slick, slimy slit. it glistens, twinkling like a golden trophy . . .
bf!shidou who notices the way your blood dries up. he immediately picks you up from his chest and nuzzles into your neck, earning him an annoyed grunt. he rubs your stomach, not minding his dirty hands. he drags you to the bathroom in no tome, turning on a warm shower and cleaning you like a good boyfriend he is. <3
syn ⋮ smut , mdi , fluff , est. relationship , giving birthday boy a gift in the bathroom ˎˊ˗
cw / tags ⋮ fem aspects , cream pie , foreplay , bath sex , belly bulge , p in v , top!reader / riding , cock warming
For you, Sae is not hard to satisfy. Do below the bare minimum and he won't mind. Get him a cheap card saying "I love you let's sex tonight" and he'll store it. Kissing his cheek and holding his hand is enough, as long as it's you. But being the partner you are that has to do the most, you're going all out on every single birthday. Too bad this year, his birthday was on a weekday. Meaning he had to come home a bit late, halting the time to give your special gift to him. But as soon as Sae swiped his key card into the suite, you immediately met him up front, dragging him into the bathroom in haste.
Sae was stunned to see the counters accessorized with all kinds of candles that lit up the darkness, emitting a sweet aroma that rushed to his senses. A few petals trailed to the edge of the tub and inside, roses from your local farmers market float along the water. Was it perfectly romantic or too much? Whatever. It was definitely a sight to see and your cheeky smile could never leave a reaction of disgust, cringe or disappointment.
"Happy birthday~" you squeal softly, tugging on his biceps. A bathtub filled to the brim with flowers swimming around, what was he supposed to do with it alone? It's cute and appreciating but is it useful? All he could think of for a response is murmur a "thank you I guess?"—but before he could comprehend anything—you're stripping and taking off his shirt . . .
"Hng- shit...! God, slow downn, will you?" Sae groans, his slippery grip tightening on the side of your thighs. You moan, yelping like a horndog and riding the daylights out of him, choking his fat cock up inside your tight hole. You slide yourself in and out, gummy walls sucking him in tightly. You were like a puzzle and you fit him inside your cunt like a piece so perfectly. Despite the pleasure, Sae's face contorts when you clench around him, trying to keep up with the way you grind against his shaft. "I'm fucking serious, calm down...-" he mutters through his teeth, glaring into your desperation.
High pitch moans bounce off the walls, echoing out the bathroom. He throws his head back, his neck burning from the harsh pull of his nerves. His abs flex underneath your stomach as your hands hold firm onto his tense shoulders. He hisses, "You're so- mmnp- desperate. Did you seriously wait so long for this?" he huffs out, his nose coming brush against your lips. Hazy eyes meets yours from below, waiting for an answer besides constant moans ringing in his ears like heavenly choruses. Clearly, there was nothing heavenly about this. "Answer me." he snaps with a light snarl, his rock tip penetrating your g-spot, forcing your eyes to widen.
"Ahngh!~ Mhmmn! Ye—es Sae!" you nod in whimpers, babbling and humping on his lap, your ass spreading and slapping against the warm water. God, the ripples only made it worse when it started moving up in motion with the long drags of his lengthy dick stretching your gummy walls, bubbling at the faps. Your fat folds puff around his girth, slamming down to kiss his pelvis. "Saeehnn..!~" you whine, the water splashing out of the tub and hitting against your skin. "Fuu..uck you're s'annoying... always on this cock... such a brat-" he grumbles, biting back a loud moan, his adam's apple bobbing.
Pathetically, your boyfriend gives up, his nails that dug into your ass slowly slipping away, leaving little marks across your delicate, damp skin where goosebumps rise. His arms, decorated with pulsing veins where the blood rushed to his cock, wrap tight around your back. This is the best he could do. He grunts, mimicking the way your hips jerk back and forth.
Your breasts, slimy and wet, blind his vision when he slightly looks down. Sae opens his mouth, angling his lips to take a chunk out of your chest. He ogles them like a pervert, sucking the life out of your tits as if you carried jugs of milk, harshly biting onto each nipple, waiting for at least a tear of white liquid. "..'s this what y'want?" he mutters meanly. As a response, your fingers tug tight on his locks. His teeth continue to graze around the brown skin, his tongue flicking the tiny slits of the peaks and feeling the softness rise and fall against his licks.
He swears he could see the mist or whatever clouds forming from the heat exchanging from your body to his, practically heating up the water surrounding the both of you. For you, the candle lights ahead have been imitating the stars. It was hot, sweaty and painfully sticky. Forget the water that's wasting itself out of the tub with petals following along when he has his sweat falling from his forehead that could fill it all back up. Beneath the splash, your thighs slip open, knees pressing harder onto the acrylic surface to balance yourself. Sae squints, his mouth agape as he breathes out groans against your neck. "Stop—f'ck- hnnyou brat..-" he spits, glaring daggers into you. You weigh yourself down on him, a deadly move he despises—only because you know it makes him cum first.
"You seriously can't act like this on my birthday." he bites, threatening like a little boy as he emphasizes himself. A lazy grin plasters across your face, your eyes glimmering with the dim lights. You pause for a moment and oh, it hurts having your cunt wrapping around him with no movement. It hurts more than forcing friction onto his aching cock. His fat tip agonized inside of your cervix, pushing hard inside your womb. "..T..This is the best gift ever, huh?" you mewl, taking a breather as your shoulders loosen up.
Sae slips out a guttural moan from the depths of his lungs, repeatedly sighing as he looks into you with so much love. "No." he murmurs quick, pressing his forehead on your neck. Of course, he gets cocky when he doesn't get what he wants. So you squeeze your thighs slightly, his lap going numb beneath you. He winces harshly, his dark brows furrowing into your neck. And finally, "God- fuck- yes..! It is. Damn you, woman-" he snaps, his jolt hitting his throbbing balls.
Your arms unlock from around his neck, your hands slowly pacing to his jaw. You rub his face, water dripping from his bangs to your fingers that drum on his cheeks. "..Mhng..~ happy birthday, Sae.." you whisper once more, sultry tone falling into a deep moan as you lift yourself back up to feel his bending boner inside of you. He's smashing your lips onto his, sloppily making out with you. You drool all over him, tongues tying together. Sae whimpers (which is rare) when you slightly pull away to pout, "I said happy birthday-"
"I know." he answers immediately, trying to move your body on his. You could feel him growing inside your womb, his head tickling your flesh and bulging against your belly. With force, you give him his final gift, arching your back where your stomach hits his to jerk yourself forward. You sway your hips in an agonizing pace, cock nearly breaking inside of you as you start bouncing your ass. Nasty squelches and your broken cries fill the air while he mutters curses into your neck. "Saeehn! Aghn~ P..Please- you feel s'good.." you repeat like a chant. Your wet lips peck all over his eyes, tracing over his mad face and the visible wrinkles between his brows.
"Does it feel good...?" you question softly, his cock pulsing violently as he stares into you, lovesick. He shuts his eyes tightly, unwrapping himself around you as his hands come back to your ass. "Answer that yourself." he groans, trying not the slip from his grip as he picks up your weight, slamming you down deep onto his length. The water recoils from his mean movement as he repeats himself, his fingers spreading your cheeks to catch a glimpse of the way he bobbed you up and down on him like a personal fleshlight. You're squealing, scratching the back of his neck, "..Ffuck!- Saee!"
Skin to skin, he rests his chin on your shoulder. You swore you heard him grunt "..'m gonna cum inside you." Before you could even question him, he's spilling up into your cunt, your folds meeting his balls as he forces you down. He moans into your ear and right with him, you're riding your own release. Your orgasm crashes with his, warm liquid rushing up inside your womb. "Hmmn~ S..Saeee at leas' warn mee..!" you whine, your own cum drooling out from the gaps of your cunt, swimming out beneath the water. He rolls his eyes, breathing heavy, "I did. You kept moaning and couldn't hear me." he hisses, completely burnt out as he milks you. More of his hot seed burns inside of you, emptying inside your tummy. He harshly pulls you off, veins bumping against your slick walls. Your gaze lowers for the first time; it was a beautiful view, your pussy embarrassingly bubbles in the water, liquids oozing out your sore flaps.
The wet pads of Sae's fingers drag up and down your spine. You whimper, coming to kiss his jawline as you calm down from your high. Gently, you embrace him, humming and sniffling. "Let's stay like this for a while..'kay?" you whisper. "You're acting like it's your day." he murmurs. Giggling, you lift your chin up to meet his pretty eyes, his lashes laying beautifully on his tired lids. "You loved it though, right...? Aren't I your gift?" you chuckle, beaming softly. Sae only stares at your cheeky expression. Then, he lowers his head, taking a whiff of your hair. "Mhmm." he hums, holding you tight.
You made your way out of the dark bathroom, a robe tightened around you. "There are more gifts on the way, by the way." you say, plopping your bruised bum on the bed. A loud sigh comes out of the bathroom, "Are we gonna stay up all night? I already have the weekend off for us.."
"...Tearing down the tub was not the only thing, Sae..." you mutter, squinting at him when he comes to lean on the door frame. Water trickles down his skin, smoothing over his muscles. He crosses his arms, his face hard to follow. "Are you suggesting for round two on the bed..?" he questions, head cocking sideways. You deadpan tiredly, "No."
You scooch yourself off the sheets, crouching down and snatching a bag under the bed. Sae moves closer, curiosity drowning him. He stands in front of you as you present to him, offering your gift as you beam like a goddess. "Here you go~" you hum proudly with a tune. Sae, expressionless, rustles his hands inside of the bag. Two small boxes lay on top of each other. He opens the first one he touches; a beautiful watch meets him. It was the one where his gaze would follow when passing by the large windows in front of shops and luckily you caught onto his interest. His lips press together, small twinkles forming in his eyes.
"You like it..? I saw the way you looked and passed by the stores the other day. It looks nice, doesn't it?" you say with your wide smile. He places it gently onto the bed, his palms coming to sway onto your hips. With no words, his 'thank you' is told from his lips that drag on your collar bone. He kisses you, forming long hickeys onto your soft neck. "Sae you still have one more to open!-" you squeak, trying to breathe. You dig the other box out in haste, shoving it to him, "Open."
Sae sighs, wondering what's next. He opens the box, detailed with gold embroidery. Sparkling with the bedroom chandeliers, a pretty necklace appears in front of him, wrapped around cushion. Your initial, bright in diamonds, lays between the tiny chains. "Hm?" he murmurs, tilting his head as he admires the shiny jewelry. "...Becauseeee... you're mine!" you sing out, holding out heart hands. He picks up the necklace, clenching it with a grip. You gulp, not knowing if he appreciates it since he rarely wears anything shiny on him besides on his wrists. "..it was on sale. I thought it would be a silly and cute gift—"
He hushes you, clasping it open and wrapping the necklace around him. Between the both of you, he slightly pulls your initial forward, glancing down. "It's nice." he simply says, eyes telling more than his lack of words. Pausing, you couldn't help but grin wider. Your hands smack his cheeks, pulling him down for a sloppy smooch. "Thank god you like it," you squeal, "happy birthday, Sae~"
"You said that a thousand times today..." he murmurs between kisses. You could feel a small smirk forming from his lips . . .
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