fruit though

Ok, But Like...

Bitty doing the “My Boyfriend Does My Voice Over” tag on YouTube with Jack narrating him baking a pretty basic pie and Jack still manages to fumble most of it like:

  • “Okay, now I’m just throwing in some…salt?…NO, SUGAR! Sugar! You don’t put salt in pies.“
  • “You’ve got to cut this doughy bit into strips so that you can…weave a basket cover for the pie…I don’t know, it’s called the crust, eh.”
  • “I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing…”

And then there’s him just gently chirping Bittle throughout.

  • “I never use pre-canned fruits even though that would save me loads of time and I could actually leave some cherries in the house for Jack to eat…”
  • “Oh I’m dancing now…probably to Beyonce.”
  • “I don’t like these pans I’m using. I complain about them all the time but I think I’m being slick.”

But mostly it’s just him being totally gone on Bitty

  • “That’s not my shirt. That’s Jack’s shirt that he’s been looking for for three weeks…it looks better on me though.”
  • “I think I’ll be really excited that Jack got me the new pan set I’ve been talking about for my birthday…but it’s a surprise.”
  • “I look really good in the light in our kitchen. That’s why Jack has so many pictures of me in here…cause I’m beautiful.”

SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE THIS!!!

Herbal Tea Magic 🍃✨

there are plenty of ways to work to work a little magic into your day without doing a full on ritual, and your daily (hourly?) tea is one of them! here’s just a couple of suggestions with herbal correspondences.

mint -  for exorcism, healing, love, lust, protection, and wealth

peppermint -  for healing, love, psychic abilities, and purification.

spearmint -  for healing and love.

ginger -  for beauty, love, power, success, and wealth.

fennel -  for healing, protection, and purification.

licorice -  for fidelity, love, and lust.

cinnamon -  for divination, fortune, healing, power, prosperity, protection, psychic abilities, spirituality, wealth, and wisdom.

nettle - for exorcism, healing, lust, and protection.

vanilla -  for happiness, love, and lust.

anise - for, lust, protection, sleep, blessings, youth. 

lemon balm -  for healing, compassion, endings, fertility, happiness, healing, love, mental, psychic, success,and youth.

rosemary -  for exorcism, healing, love, lust, protection, and purification.

sage -  for protection, cleansing, and wisdom.

thyme -  for courage, healing, love, psychic abilities, and purification.

there are various blends or herbals teas, as well as with fruits and flowers, though often herbs can be steeped by themselves. what is known as chai tea, is traditional black tea mixed with cardamom, cinnamon and black pepper. 

floral tea magic ✨  fruit tea magic ✨  general tea magic

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10-Heart Pop-Art Leah & Elliott [ 4 / 6 ]

These two were a lot of fun. I have a headcanon that she makes her oils with fruit from the valley and he uses duck feather writing quills.

Was Spock the first human/Vulcan hybrid?

First contact between humans and Vulcans occurred in 2063. Spock was born in 2230. If you listen to some Star Trek fans, that means 167 years passed before both our species decided to bear some sex fruit. Let’s be real though, 167 years is a long time for two civilizations to interact with each other without at least someone from one group deciding to bone someone from the other group, particularly when you consider the populations of both civilizations numbers in the billions.

We might say, “Maybe interspecies sex was just too big of a taboo! Maybe it took that long for barriers to finally start coming down.” Yeah, maybe. Or maybe it’s like Hagrid once said of Dobby the house elf: “Yeh get weirdos in every breed.” Even if 9,999,999,999 humans thought the idea of having sex with an alien was weird or unnatural, there would always be at least one exceptionally progressive person who could see beyond everyone else’s prejudices and pre-conceived notions, and I’m certain the same is true for Vulcans. I would almost be willing to bet that at least one of the first Vulcans who rolled off the T’Plana-Hath on that April morning in 2063 in Bozeman, Montana saw one of the locals and thought, “That human is aesthetically pleasing.” And all it takes is a spark, right? Besides, who wouldn’t want to hear a Vulcan pickup line?

And all the panties fell off as if by magic.

Moreover, in 1957, 106 years before official First Contact between humans and Vulcans, a small Vulcan survey ship crash-landed near Carbon Creek, Pennsylvania. There were only three survivors, and of those three, one of them just couldn’t stop himself from falling for the single mom who ran the local bar. Granted, Maggie didn’t know Mestral was Vulcan, but he definitely knew she was human, and a trivial thing like species didn’t seem to matter to him.

Smitten personified.

But wait, just because a few amorous, adventurous, or convention-hating humans and Vulcans might be willing to stand up and proudly (or maybe more discreetly) proclaim, “Love is love, fuck the haters” and get naked with each other, that doesn’t mean they were making babies because after all, humans and Vulcans are genetically incompatible and it would take a feat of medical engineering to swap gametes, right?

Argue if you want, but human/Vulcan sexy time dates back to at least 2153.

People who believe Spock must have been the first hybrid usually stake this claim on one or more of four arguments:

1.     Humans and Vulcans didn’t shack up routinely enough
2.     The science of making a hybrid baby didn’t exist until Spock came along
3.     Gene Roddenberry said so
4.     Spock clearly felt isolated as a child, but he wouldn’t have if there were more hybrids like him

I’ve already poked enough holes in the first claim. Maybe there weren’t a ton of interspecies couples, but I feel confident in saying there were at least some and some is all we need. And once people decide they like each other enough to form relationships, it’s usually not long before at least some of them start thinking, “You know what would make this better? A smaller version of us!”

As for the science behind making a hybrid baby, it existed in the mid 22nd century. Spock wasn’t the first. That’s a fact. Elizabeth, the hybrid child of Charles “Trip” Tucker and T’Pol, existed in 2154.

Pointy ears and pinchable cheeks.  

Elizabeth sadly died as a result of the improper cloning techniques used to conceive her, so there are many who would take the statement of “Spock was the first human/Vulcan hybrid” and simply add the caveat of “to survive.” Perhaps. But in the Star Trek: Enterprise episode “Terra Prime,” Trip says:

I spoke with Phlox. It turns out there was a flaw in the technique that Paxton’s doctors used in the cloning process. Human DNA and Vulcan DNA, Phlox says there’s no medical reason why they can’t combine. So if a Vulcan and a human ever decided to have a child, it’s probably be ok. And that’s sort of comforting.

So a Denobulan doctor knew a way to make hybrids a full 75 years before Spock was conceived. Maybe the technology was untested and required some refining, but by even a modern a technological timeline, 75 years is an eternity.  

There’s an interview between Gene Roddenberry and Mark Lenard which claims Spock was the first, and so a lot of people might be happy to believe whatever Roddenberry said was the gospel. In the interview, Roddenberry is interviewing Mark Lenard as Ambassador Sarek, asking him questions about humanity and his life when the subject of Spock comes up.

Mark Lenard: Spock’s mother Amanda is an extraordinary woman.
Gene Roddenberry: And Spock was the result? The first human/Vulcan mixture?
Mark Lenard: No, not the first, but the first to survive. As you must know, an Earth/Vulcan conception will abort during the end of the first month; the fetus is unable to continue life once it begins to develop its primary organs. The fetus Spock was removed from Amanda’s body at this time: the first such experiment ever attempted. His tiny form resided in a test tube for the following two Earth months while our physicians performed delicate chemical engineering, introducing over a 100 subtle changes we hoped would sustain life. At the end of this time, the fetus was returned to Amanda’s womb. At the ninth Earth month, the tiny form was again removed from Amanda, prematurely by Vulcan standards, and spent the following four months of Vulcan term pregnancy in a specially designed incubator. The infant Spock proved surprisingly resilient. There seemed to be something about the Earth/Vulcan mixture which created in that tiny body the fierce determination to survive.

So for some fans, maybe that counts as proof. But Gene Roddenberry had a lot of conceptual ideas about his beloved Star Trek that conflict with actual canon and modern science. For a prime example, just look at the treatment of star dates. So maybe it’s me, but I don’t think something is canon just because Roddenberry said it in an interview once. Furthermore, if we take that interview as canon, how do we explain this scene from The Final Frontier where Spock is delivered from Amanda (not a “specially designed incubator”) and presented to Sarek?

Then Sarek went and uttered one of the most dick lines in Trek history.

Lastly, there’s the isolation that Spock feels. How can we explain how lonely he is if it’s not because he’s the only hybrid? Quite easily, actually. Every single person in existence has felt misunderstood and alone at times. As children, our worlds are very small and our social circles consist of our immediate families, school mates, and our parents’ associates. That’s pretty much it. When we aren’t exposed to people like us, it’s very easy to imagine Rocket Raccoon might have been onto something when he said, “Ain’t no thing like me, except me!”

But that’s very rarely literally true, as every kid who’s ever been the only minority at their school or any teen who’s ever been the only gay person in their tiny conservative town will tell you. As we get older and achieve the freedom to strike out and meet people on our own terms, we often learn we weren’t quite as unique as we thought and there are whole groups of people out there who are black or gay or disabled or whatever it was that left us feeling so alone in our formative years. I think that’s why Spock’s character resonated so much with viewers – he was a symbol for all the misfits out there who knew just how much it sucks trying to fit into the fabric of a society that seems so different than they are.

 Proof that regardless of species, kids can be fucking awful. 

Vulcan was a big planet. By the time Nero destroyed it in Star Trek: 2009, it had more than 6 billion inhabitants. Even if there were only 100 human/Vulcan hybrids by that point in time, the odds of an average Vulcan encountering one would still be incredibly small. It’s entirely possible Spock may have felt like he was the only hybrid because he might have been the only one in his community, but the universe is a big place with plenty of room for other human/Vulcan hybrids he and those vicious bullies never met. 

Spock was clearly pretty special. Even people who hate Star Trek and know almost nothing about it know who Spock was and recognize the Vulcan salute Leonard Nimoy made famous in his portrayal of the character. But just because Spock’s human ancestry made him unusual doesn’t necessarily mean his conception was some completely novel, groundbreaking, pioneering leap for interspecies relationships either. 

I can’t say I know many Vulcans, but I think I have a pretty firm grasp on humanity. Despite homosexual, interracial, and interfaith relationships being taboo and even illegal in many countries until relatively recently (and sadly still are in some places) there have always been people who decided they didn’t care and took a chance on love. So I don’t buy the idea that humans and Vulcans could live and work together even in a limited capacity for more than a century and a half before making the jump into starting families.

Grocery Store

Relationship: Tim Drake x Reader, Damian Wayne x sisterly!Reader

Summary:  Tim lost Damian at the grocery store and you found him and now it seems like you two are best friends and he doesn’t wanna lose contact with you.

Key: Y/N= your name


“Y/N! Sweetie I need you to run to the store,” your mom shouted up the stairs.

“Yeah Mom, I’ll be right down!” You turned off your music and stampeded down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“Here’s the list, remember the roast beef this time, and you can grab some ice cream if you have money left over,” your mom ran through her list then she slapped some money into your hand and sent you on your way to the grocery store. 

As you left your car, you looked over the list for dinner and strolled into the store. You meandered though the fruits, grabbing bananas, on your way towards the meat section. You over heard two boys arguing over onions.

“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions,” the small boy stated pointedly.

“It literally says right here that he needs white onions,” the older boy pointed to the list, on his phone, in his hand, “so we’re getting white.”

“Well I like red.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask your opinion.” You chuckled and watched the smaller boy slapped ‘Drake’. “Ouch, you demon.” He was greeted with a tongue sticking out. “Real mature,” he said rolling his eyes.

While the exchange was humorous to you, you had to carry on shopping, your mom wouldn’t want to be waiting forever.


“Master Tim, I’m quite busy taking care of Master Bruce at the moment. Do you mind picking up Master Damian from school and grabbing the makings for dinner,” Alfred asked Tim over the phone.

Tim groaned silently, “Yeah Al, no problem. Just text me the list.”

Tim hated driving Damian home from school. He had to sit in the car and listen to Damian complain about how wrong his teachers were and how ignorant his peers were. It was the absolute worst.

Tim pulled up in front of the school. “Damian, get in.” Damian glared at Tim for a minute then slipped into the car.

“Where is Pennyworth?”

“He’s with Bruce, so you gotta deal with me and we have to go to the store.” Damian groaned. Tim just rolled his eyes and drove to the store, listening to Damian complain.

They walked in and began the search for ingredients. The boys started with vegetables.

“Okay, white onions…” Tim scanned the aisle and walked to the onions.

“Drake, Alfred wanted red onions.”

After a debate over what onion to get, Damian decided he no longer wanted to shop with Tim. So when Tim went to to pick up bread, Damian went to find where the ice cream was.

“Damian, put this in the cart,” Tim reached behind him to hand the bread to the boy, “Damian don’t be an ass.” Tim turned around and found the cart abandoned.

Tim sneered to himself, Good riddance. That was until he realized Alfred would kill him if he didn’t come back with Damian.

“Shit.”


You had grabbed the last thing on the list and did a quick self-checkout to find that you still had money left over. “Sweet! Thanks momma,” you cheered and skipped on over to the ice cream aisle. When you got there, you found the small boy from the veggie section looking over the ice cream selections.

“Hey there,” you waved. He glanced at you then back to the ice cream. “So, you more of an vanilla or a chocolate kinda person?”

He looked at you and quirked his head like a dog. “Mint chocolate.”

“Hey, that’s my favorite,” you squealed, “have you seen a container? I’m dying for some.”

“No, they seem to have run out,” the little boy snapped.

“It’s okay…um…” You stood there awkwardly, waiting for his name.

“I am Damian Wayne.,” he puffed his chest out proudly, “What’s your name?”

You were surprised to find this young Wayne wandering the store by himself, but you didn’t really question it. “I’m Y/N. You wanna see what else they got?”

He stood thoughtfully for a second then shrugged his shoulder, “Sure.”

You grabbed his hand and felt him stiffen. You gave him a smile and he loosened up. You steered your cart down the aisle, talking to Damian about the best ice cream flavors.


Losing hope that Damian was still even in the store, Tim zoomed up and down almost every single aisle in the store. He scanned them for the short devil and was coming up empty.

“Ugh,” he shouted at the couple of people in the aisle. “Sorry,” he blushed. He ran to the next aisle. When he got there, he heard Damian talking to someone the next one over. Bolting into the ice cream section, Tim saw his demonic brother with a very cute girl.

“Damian! Jeez, I’ve looked through the entire store for you. Come on, we have to get this stuff home to Alfred,” Tim complained. He grabbed at Damian’s shoulder, but he pulled back.

“If you were looking very intently, how could you take so long to find me,” Damian grinned.

“Because I didn’t want to,” Tim sneered, “come on.” 

Tim turned to you. “Sorry for him, whatever offensive things he may have said.”

You glared at him, “He was a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.” You watched as he blushed.

“Y/N, this is, unfortunately, my somewhat sibling, Tim Drake,” Damian leaned in closer to you, “He’s idiotic.” You giggled at his comment.

“Well, Damian, it was a pleasure to be your ice cream buddy. Maybe we’ll find each other in the ice cream aisle again sometime?” You stuck out you hand for him to shake it.

He grabbed it and shook. Then he looked at Tim, “Drake, get out your phone.”

“Wha-what, why?”

“So you can get Y/N’s number, and I can stay in contact with her. She’s more tolerable than the entire Wayne household,” Damian rationalized.

You blushed. You didn’t realize how much he liked you and it was nice. “Sure, here,” you grabbed Tim’s phone and typed in your number, “Call me anytime Damian.” You ruffed his hair. Tim waited for him to chaste you, but nothing came. “Bye guys!”

You called your mom as you left the store, “Sorry it took so long mom, had to take care of a boy who was left alone. I’ll be home soon.”

Tim glared at Damian. “I can’t believe you.” Damian just looked at him with a smug little smirk on his lips. Tim snatched his collar, “Come on!”

Tim dragged Damian to the checkout then to his car, never taking his eye off the boy.


Tim’s phone seemed to be Damian’s, seeing how often he was on it with you. “Damian! I need my phone back, I have to call someone! Damian!” Tim stormed through the manor yelling for his phone. He finally found Damian in the library, but before he could yell at him he overheard the conversation.

“Y/N, why are you so interested in Drake? I told you he’s an imbecile and not very mannered.” Damian listened to your response. “Well, I guess he may have some good qualities, but they are usually masked by his stench.”

Tim scoffed and Damian heard. Tim didn’t bother waiting for him to stop talking, “Dude, hand me my phone. I have to make a call.”

“No Drake, you can see I’m on the phone!”

You heard some grunts on the other side of the line, ending with Damian yelling in the background. You assumed that Tim had won the fight over the phone. “Hey, Y/N, Damian says bye but don’t go yet. Just give me a minute.”

You listened to the sound of feet, guessing he was walking to a more private place to talk.

“Sorry, I was hoping to clear the air on how my brother portrays me so, maybe, we could go out sometime? I mean you’d get approval from the hardest Wayne.”

You busted out laughing, “You’ve got a lot of damage control to do.”

Laura’s incredible Instagram story today. I recommend watching them to see Ben Platt’s full dance thing and Mike Faist being hilarious ahahahahahaha

Cherries

A/N: Heh, I know I am like four months late on MM requests. But, I take a lot of time to make sure these fics are good for you guys. This one for Jumin Han (My bae~). They wanted fluffy smut. 


           Jumin liked watching her sleep, he liked the way her chest slowly rose and fell. He liked the way her hair became frizzy and flew everywhere. But, what Jumin liked the most…. Was her pajamas. She was a fan of shorts and a tank top, exposing the skin he would love to mark, if given the chance. Jumin wanted everything in his life to be precise, perfect, and timed well. It’s what made him a fantastic businessman. He didn’t want to rush what he had with Y/N, he wanted her to be able to understand how much he cared for her, that he was learning all he could to be the best boyfriend she could ever have.

           Even if that meant forcing himself to be patient. When it came to Y/N, everything flew out the window. His self-control for one thing, he loathed how she made his body ache, his heart race, and his head muddled. One word from her and he was ready to do anything for her. He wanted her. In every sense of the word. He wanted her to be his. Only his. But, he was content to wait. Like a lion teasing its prey. So, he waited, watching her sleep.

           It’s days before he can fully set his plan in motion. He is almost guilty, leaving her at home all the time. But, it only strengthens his resolve, his need to be with her. Jumin waited all day, even going as far as to ignore her texts. Trying to build up any sort of tension he could for himself, some form of self-control. He knew that it made him seem like a dick. He just didn’t care. Even Jaehee had something to say about the matter, but he brushed her off. Jumin promptly ended his day at 5:00pm, surprising all his colleagues and headed home. He swung the door to his penthouse open, his breath catching as he saw her.

           Y/N was sprawled out on the couch, a large novel in hand, and Elizabeth the 3rd curled on her lap. She was engrossed in the story, not even noticing him until Elizabeth the 3rd meowed, signaling that Jumin had arrived home.

           “Jumin, you’re home early.” She was surprised, her eyes widening in delight. She gently shifted her weight, getting up from the couch and walking over to him. She was so much shorter than him and it was endearing. Y/N wrapped her arms around Jumin, his hand reaching out to stroke her hair.

           “Did you see the clothes laid out for you in the bedroom?” Jumin looked at her sweetly, Nel shook her head.

           “I’ve been reading all day; I haven’t been in the bedroom.” He kissed her forehead and chuckling. She was too cute.

           “I am taking you out tonight, let’s go out to eat.” He suggested, Y/N eyed him suspiciously. He never suggested leaving the penthouse. Jumin preferred to do everything at home, if Y/N was with him he seemed to be content. Either way, getting her out of the house for even a few hours would allow the rest of his plan to be set in motion. “How about a picnic?”

           “Okay?” She poised a question, confused. Though, she would not be opposed to a night out with Jumin, she just assumed there were ulterior motives. Jumin meant everything to her and she did love him. She however, knew that he tended to be a little extravagant. Y/N was not someone who liked to be spoiled, she always preferred to spend for others and expect nothing in return. Being with Jumin challenged her comfort zone.

           “Go get dressed, I’ll meet you out here in ten minutes.” His voice was smooth like bittersweet chocolate. She nodded and retreated into the bedroom, a beautiful dress was laid out over the bed, it was ivory in color, with lace trim around the neck. She slipped it on and pulled her hair into a ponytail, not sure whether he wanted her to be overly formal. The dress seemed casual though, especially since he was suggesting a picnic. When she remerged Jumin gave her a warm smile taking her hands in his.

           “You look exquisite,” Jumin murmured, eyes searching hers. Y/N blushed. They walked out of the penthouse, his hand never leaving hers. His phone vibrated once, he used his other hand to check, making sure to obscure the phone from Y/N’s view. His team had gone into the penthouse and begun the preparations. They journeyed onward, enjoying each other’s company until nightfall. To which he took her home.

           “Jumin, you’re acting strangely.” Y/N stated looking up at him in the car on the way home. He smiled at her and shook his head.

           “I’m behaving quite normally Y/N,” He kissed her forehead before pulling away. Y/N pursed her lips. Jumin was always overly affectionate towards her, he was being distant… holding himself back and that concerned her. When they returned to the penthouse Y/N was shocked at the amount of detail that went into what was waiting. Roses strewn about the house, candles, and a bowl of cherries. Which confused her slightly. Cherries were her favorite fruit. Though, she had no idea the extent to what Jumin had in store for her. Jumin gave her a coy smile, setting hi jacket down on the armchair beside her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders. “Do you like it?”

           “Jumin, it’s gorgeous.” She breathed leaning back into his touch. “But, what’s the occasion?” Jumin picked up a cherry from the bowl and bit the morsel, pulling the stem out and twirling it in his fingers before discarding it. He grabbed another cherry and offered it to her. Y/N took the cherry from him.

           “I told you, everything would have had to be carefully prepared.”

           “What…” She trailed off confused, before she felt his grip move to her waist. It clicked in her head then. The sudden realization that they would both get to have each other. Be with each other. She shivered in excitement. Jumin pushed her hair to the side nuzzling her neck and placing a kiss on the skin there. Y/N turned to look at the taller male. A smirk graced his lips, Y/N ran her fingers over his cheek. He leaned into her touch before leaning down to kiss her lips softly. His hands were at her hips, lifting her up as he walked to their bedroom.

He kissed her still, trying his best to breathe through his nose and keep an eye on where he was going. Y/N tasted of cherries and wine, his heart fluttered in his chest and she pulled away; a gasp leaving her while her hands gripped his shoulders. Jumin set her down gently on his bed, his hands undoing the knot on his tie. The look on his face was predatory, though it held a softness to it as well. Y/N swallowed thickly, watching as he kicked his loafers off and rolled the sleeves of the navy-blue dress shirt up. Y/N had already taken her shoes off, unsure of what to do. He seemed appeased just looking at her. She continued to watch as Jumin removed his tie, the silky material glided off his collar and he tossed it onto the floor.

           “Do you like watching me?” He questioned, a smirk befalling his features. Y/N nodded slowly and he chuckled at her wide-eyed expression. She looked so pure, so innocent sitting there, lip caught between her lip and cheeks tinged red. He reveled in the feeling, that surge of white hot arousal that moved through his chest and down to his cock. “Will you take off your clothes for me Y/N?” Jumin poised the question sweetly, even though it was more of a command and she listened to him. Stripping down to her barest form for him. Jumin nearly preened at the sight, removing his own clothes after she did. He kneeled in front of her.

           “Jumin…” Her voice was barely above a whisper and his eyes met hers. A smile graced his face and he placed a hand on her cheek, pulling her close to kiss her. Y/N grasped at his hair and yanked herself close to him, tongue tracing over his lips. He slid her up the bed, lips detaching from hers and moving along her neck and down her chest. She watched with hooded lids as his lips ghosted down to her cunt. Y/N tipped her head back and let out a sharp burst of air. Jumin laved at her clit, one hand sliding back up her torso to twist at a hardened nipple. Y/N cried out hand muffling the sound and Jumin worked that much harder to get her to come on his tongue. He drove a finger into her slowly, working her up until she arched her back with a hoarse cry.

           “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Jumin rose from his position, hand pumping his cock twice before he reached into the bedside drawer for a condom. Y/N grabbed his hand replacing it with her own and causing him to pause. Jumin groaned, head falling forward and Y/N pumped his cock fervently, spreading pre-come all around the head of his cock before pulling away. Jumin let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in and fumbled with the condom. Y/N laid back against the satin white sheets of their shared bed and he nearly came from the sight alone. Jumin crawled between her spread legs, sliding his cock up her slit, teasing her before sliding inside her.

           “Jumin, move… please.” She whimpered, eyes fluttering close. Only then did he move, rocking slowly inside her and whispering how much he loved her into her ear. She met his slow thrusts, hands gripping his back as she begged for him to move faster. He wasn’t going to last. Jumin acquiesced her request, the room filled with a cacophony of sounds. Jumin’s hips roughly slapped against her, his left hand held her hip, while his right hand moved to toy with her clit. She tightened around him, making him cry out loudly. He didn’t try and hide his moans, hide his pleasure as he spilled into the condom. Jumin rolled his hips into her still, riding out his orgasm as he determinedly moved his fingers against her clit. Y/N came with a silent scream, whole body tensing. Jumin pulled out of her and disposed of the used condom. He brought a warm washcloth back into the room and ran it over her skin, cleaning her up and kissing her temple.

           “I love you, I made it perfect for you.” Jumin murmured into her skin as he curled up next to her. Their breathing soothing each other to sleep.