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BTS Reaction to S/O Sitting on Their Lap & Popping a Boner // Light Smut



Originally posted by toomanyjinfeels

He would be just finishing up with eating his plate of breakfast when you walked in. You were only wearing a large tshirt and underwear which to Jin was a fashion statement masterpiece. The sleepiness still lingered in your eyes when you came up to your boyfriend, so you rubbed them while taking a seat on his lap asking where your breakfast was. He wouldn’t be able to form a proper answer due to his body being frozen underneath you. You were driving him wild without even knowing it. He tried to control himself, but unfortunately failed. That’s when you felt something poking your thigh. You couldn’t hold back a smirk before you were lifted off of him, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He’d then try to cover it up, stumbling over his words.

“S-Sorry Jagi, your breakfast is in the k-kitchen. I’ll warm it up for you!”

Yoongi (Suga)

Originally posted by hoshiimochi

Usually he would scold you for interrupting his work; but this time he let it slide because he missed you. Upon walking into the studio, you would take a seat down on his lap, looking over his journal of lyrics and such with permission. While you were distracting glancing over the words, he was distracted by something growing in his pants with you being the cause. When you finally did notice his bulge poking out from underneath you; you would attempt to get up just to have Yoongi hold your hips in place. He’d lightly rock his hips, pressing up against yours while pulling yours down against him causing much needed friction.

“Where do you think you’re going kitten? You need to fix the problem that you caused.”

Hoseok (J-Hope)

Originally posted by hohbi

You would be wearing his favorite dress on you so the moment you sat in his lap with that dress. It would be over. Instant turn on for your Hobi. He would’ve already been watching you move from across the room. Noticing all your features accentuated and your curves wonderfully hugged by the dress. So when you sat on his lap, pressing down against him, he would instantly let out a low groan, moving his hands to keep your hips in place on his lap.

Hobi~..” you would whine as you felt him press himself up against you.

“I can’t help the fact that my jagi looks and feels so good.”

He wouldn’t even give you a chance to protest because he was up and carrying you to the bedroom two seconds after he said that.

Namjoon (Rap Monster)

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

It wasn’t an accident, or meant to be innocent when you walked  over to sit on Joonie’s lap. You wanted him to feel that you needed him now. So not only did you sit on his lap, but you straddled it, demanding his attention away from his work. Your abruptness and not to mention the sexy ensemble you were wearing instantly sent him into a frenzy. His hands glazed over the skin on your hips, looking up at you while he felt his pants grow tighter. It only took one swift motion of your hips for him to be bucking his hips up in anticipation.

“What do you need princess? Attention?”

You would nod, already whimpering and shivering at his touch as he would start to strip you down out of the little clothing you did have, giving you the attention you were craving.


Originally posted by teenagehopless

This would happen around the other boys, so you already know. Instant embarrassment. You all would be sitting watching a movie or something, when you decided to get more comfortable and climb onto Jimin’s lap. While this made you more comfortable, Jimin got tense underneath you. He was now unable to focus on the screen, and his attention shifted to the pressure placed against his member, feeling it starting to grow underneath your weight.

His cheeks would begin to flush with embarrassment, wrapping his arms around your waist and hiding his face against your back. When you tried to move to get up, he would tightly hold you in place, refusing to let you go. At first you thought it was a cute gesture, which it still was, but then you happened to notice something poking from underneath you. You couldn’t help but smirk and look around to see if any of the other boys were paying attention in which they weren’t.

You became the ulTimAtE TeaSE. I mean, you would be grinding your hips in circles, causing small whimpers to fall from his lips. It wasn’t until his hands held you down against him roughly would you stop.

“You’re going to pay for this later Y/n.”

Taehyung (V)

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape

Oh boy. Tae would basically wreck you. If you thought you were getting away giving him a boner and not fixing the problem you caused, you had another thing coming. Even if your intentions were innocent, which they were, he wouldn’t accept anything less than satisfying him. When you sat down on his lap and gave him a sweet kiss hello. You didn’t expect for him to get turned on.The moment you felt him grow beneath you, you knew what was in store.

Jagiya,” he would whisper with a playful smirk on his lips, “on your knees.


Originally posted by jkguks

When it came to Kookie; you were sitting on his lap for all of 2 seconds when he popped his boner. You didn’t notice at first, and he was too embarrassed to make you get off and you happen to see it, so he would just try to shift you in a way that you wouldn’t notice. That plan failed miserably and you felt your cheeks flush red along with his.

“Uh..kookie, are you?”

He wouldn’t know how to respond, leaning back to hide his face behind a pillow. You would think it was cute and flattering that your boyfriend was physically attracted to your body. The amount of kisses you would pepper him with was ridiculous as you chuckled at his embarrassment.

“Jagiya~ stop teasing me!”

anonymous asked:

Disastrous Namkook in the kitchen plz

Jungkook: Don’t turn it up too high though or it’ll– HY UNG!






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Kitchen Witchcraft

Some of my Korean notes that I'm going to share


🐾 8 pronunciation groups

1. ㄱ, ㅋ , ㄲ = as K (when the word is not followed by another vowel

ex: 속 [so"k"] inside 부엌 [bu- eo"k"] kitchen
밖 [ba"k"] outside

2. ㄴ = N (always the same)

ex: 눈 [nun] eye, snow
편지 [pyeon- ji] letter

3. ㄷ, ㅅ, ㅈ, ㅊ, ㅌ, ㅆ = T (when the word is not followed by another vowel)

ex: 곧 [go"t"] soon 숟가락 [sut-ga-rak] spoon
빗 [bi"t"] comb 꽃 [ggot] flower
빛 [bi"t"] light 끝 [ggeut] end
옷 [ot] clothing 낮 [nat] daytime

4. ㄹ = L (when word ends with ㄹ )

ex: 달 moon
딸기 strawberry
얼굴 face
가을 autumn

if ㄹ is followed by another ㄹ = both of ㄹ is L also

5. ㅁ = M (same always)

ex: 봄 [bom] spring
밤 [bam] night, chestnut
점심 [jeom-sim] lunch
마음 [ma-eum] heart

6. ㅂ, ㅍ = short P at the final syllable

7. ㅇ = -ng

8. ㅎ = silent (when it is end of syllable followed vowel

9. ㅎ + ㄱ = K 놓고 [no- ko] put and
ㅎ + ㄷ = T 좋다 [Jo- ta] to be good
ㅎ + ㅈ = Ch 좋지 [ jo-chi]

In 앉다 , ㅈ is not pronounced (sounds like 안)

In 읽다, ㄹ is not pronounced (sounds like 익)

In 없, ㅅ is not pronounced (sounds like 업)


I made this summary about the correct reading of certain words/letters from a book I’ve read before. I hope this would be helpful to you guys and if there are some mistakes, you can just tell me and I’m going to change or edit this one.

화이팅!!! 😄😄😄


anonymous asked:

Mike and Richie being twins who won't stop fighting about the most petty things ever but their boyfriends (Will and Bill respectively) basically become bffs and are amused by the whole thing

  • the double date is not richie’s idea
  • it’s not bill’s either, and richie knows his brother would never go along with an idea like this of his own volition
  • it’s will’s
  • will walks into the wheeler household one day, ditching his shoes by the front mat, and comes across bill and richie sharing the living room couch
  • richie has been trying to convince bill to make him dinner for like, half an hour
  • “it’s your k-kitchen, ruh-richie,” he says as will walks in
  • richie sighs and sinks further into the couch, smiling at will geniunely
  • because like, richie fucking loves will byers
  • when they first met years and years ago, richie immediately was reminded of eddie kaspbrak
  • because will had the same aura, like he was small and unassuming but could rip into you without hesitation
  • as time has gone on, richie has realized the differences, the nuances of each boy that set them apart
  • because while eddie is a bitch, will is dry
  • his humor is all soft words that cut deep and teasing eyes
  • he’s a little smarter, a little quieter, a little more lovely
  • if bill denbrough hadn’t already captured richie’s heart, he could see himself falling a little bit in love with will byers
  • he also has no fucking idea what will sees in his brother
  • “will, tell bill to make me a sandwich,” richie says, crossing his arms over his chest
  • “will, tell r-r-richie  i’m not his b-butler,” bill says and will smiles at them both
  • richie can’t help but reach out and pinch bill’s cheek and his hand is swatted away as will laughs
  • “mike and i were just gonna go get burgers,” will offers, “you guys could tag along if you wanted!”
  • his eyes are shining like he really wants them to say yes
  • before richie can turn down the invite, bill is speaking
  • “that s-sounds great!”
  • and that’s how richie finds himself shoved into a booth next to bill at the local diner, his boyfriend’s arm around his shoulder and his brother glaring daggers at him across the table
  • will looks almost smug and richie contemplates it as they order 
  • the bright side is the diner has really really good food and a chocolate milkshake that richie gets with the intentions of sharing with bill but mainly ends up hogging to himself
  • “so, byers” richie starts over the rim of his milkshake, and he can see his brother seething already “how’s your mom?”
  • mikes foot connects with richie’s shin under the table and richie yelps
  • “shut up, rick,” mike says and that’s when it begins
  • “it was a question, asshole!”
  • “i dont want to hear you hit on my brother’s mom for the fiftieth time!”
  • “i wasn’t gonna!” 
  • “yeah right”
  • “joyce is a wonderful woman! i just wanna know how she is!”
  • this continues on for like, Too Long
  • until bill is facepalming and will is wondering if this was a good idea after all
  • cause the thing is, will and bill get along really well
  • they both like art and are creative and even though he loves jonathan with all his heart, will thinks bill denbrough would make a really good big brother
  • and he wants to spend more time with him!!!
  • and will KNOWS he and richie could be good friends!!!
  • because richie always gets this soft look in his eyes when he sees will, like he wants to protect him and like!!! that’s will’s shit!!!!
  • so the plan was to figure out a way all four of them could hang out
  • but the wheeler twins are just so used to hating each other, it’s hard for them to consider what it would be like to be friends
  • “she’s good,” will interrupts, when richie and mike’s voices have reached the point of carrying throughout the rest of the diner “my mom, she’s good”
  • he laughs a little
  • “she actually kind of wants to meet you, rich”
  • mike and richie both stop fighting to look at him
  • “what?” mike says, jealously dripping from his mouth
  • “i mean, i’ve told her you have a twin,” will explains “she just wants to know what a second mike wheeler could be like”
  • “annoying”
  • “cooler”
  • richie and mike say at the same time, but their fight has been quelled
  • there’s something about will byers that is incredibly calming
  • also, richie is now smug as Fuck that joyce wants to meet him
  • they eat the rest of their dinner in relative peace, other than the time mike steals a bunch of fries off richie’s plate without him noticing and richie catches him eventually mid-bite
  • and when they leave the diner, mike and richie splitting the bill right down the middle, richie feels like maybe this could work out
  • maybe he could look past a childhood of loathing and envy of mike’s many friends and DND nights
  • and maybe they could all hang out again
  • he’s richie tho, so he’s gotta ruin it
  • he screams shotgun as soon as they get out of the diner and trips mike as he runs to will’s car
  • “RICHIE YOU DICK” mike yells, his knees scraped and his hands kind of bloody
  • he pulls richie out of the passenger seat and starts laying into him right there on the sidewalk
  • bill and will make eye contact across the parking lot and sigh

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Tea Mugs & Tear Stains

A little blurb to share with y’all while I work away at HALF. Sorry it’s taking me so long to write this update, I wanna get it perfect! In the meantime I hope you like the little blurbs I set out! Xo.

* * *

You weren’t always the best at staying calm. 

You were usually pretty good at it. You had a level head and could keep your stress under control ninety-nine percent of the time.

But every once in a while, things would pile up and spin out of control. Every once in a while things would become too much to bear even for you, and that’s when the one percent came out.

You were making yourself a cup of tea to try to calm your anxiety. You weren’t a frequent tea drinker, Harry was usually the one to drink it and often remind you of all the health benefits, but tonight you needed something to bring you back down and ground yourself. Harry had been at the studio all evening and you didn’t want to bother him with your problems if there wasn’t a solid solution to them.

You grabbed ahold of the handle of the mug and were about to walk over to the couch when your hand betrayed you, trembling suddenly and causing a significant amount of tea to fall onto your wrist. Hissing quietly at the sting, your first instinct was to release, which sent the glass mug to the floor with a loud shatter.

The rest of the hot beverage was now spilled across the floor and sprinkled with shards of the broken mug, and that was the tipping point. 

You felt your tears well up in your eyes as kneeled onto the ground to try to clean, but you were suddenly overcome by a wave of stress and settled for sitting down in the kitchen tile and hugging your knees to your chest, curling up as small as you possibly could.

You had a laundry list of things that had to be done in your head, not to mention everything that had gone wrong or unlike you’d planned. Work had been hell this week and you’d been trying to fix everything but the universe really just seemed to be against you. You’d overworked yourself so much that you hadn’t had time to unwind, especially with Harry recording so much lately and spending less time at home. He was often the one to remind you to eat or to take a few minutes to yourself, so without that reminder you’d often forget to eat breakfast or work until you fell asleep at your computer. It all added up to this moment: you, sitting on the kitchen floor, eyes puffy and red as your cried quietly, sitting beside the broken glass.

“Baby, I’m home!” 

The sound of his voice breathed air into you for the first time in what seemed like forever. You couldn’t see him from where you were in the house and it took you a few moments to build up your voice enough to reply, but you finally replied, voice trembling.

“I’m in the k-kitchen,” you called out softly, your arms and legs beginning to shake. You suddenly got cold, and you weren’t even sure that Harry had heard your reply. But you then heard him enter the room, and it took a minute until he found you, huddled up within yourself behind the island.

“(Y/N)!” He called out your name, his eyes widening with unabashed concern as he rushed to you and got down on the ground beside you. He was on his knees, his hands on your shoulders as you began to shake more violently, your teeth chattering at this point. You didn’t remember it being this cold in the room fifteen minutes ago. 

“Babe, what’s wrong?” He tried to reach you again, his large palms caressing the length of your arms in an attempt to warm you up as he caught sight of the goosebumps on your skin.

“It’s so c-c-cold and I can’t stop c-crying and I don’t know why, I’m so sorry this is so stupid, I dropped and broke the mug, oh God, I’m so stupid I broke it I broke it I broke it,” you rambled quickly and almost incoherently, your voice coming out between short breaths and the tears still streaming steadily down your face.

You’d only ever had one panic attack before, and it was such a long time ago that you couldn’t even remember, but if you had to guess you’d say that this was another one. Your breathing was short and shallow and your frame didn’t stop shaking, no matter how hard you tried. Everything in your mind was piled up like a garbage dump, all the things that loomed above your head finally collapsing onto your shoulders.

“Oh, baby. Shhh, com’ere,” Harry cooed softly, and he situated himself behind you. He stretched his legs out on either side of your frame so you could lean against his chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you; one slipped firmly around your waist to hold you against him, and the instance your body was met with the warmth that radiated from his own, you immediately felt a bit more at peace. His other arm was wrapped around you across your chest, in a way that he could lay his palm flat over your chest where your heart resides.

“Breathe with me, love. You can do it, c’mon. Take all the time y’need,” he murmured against the shell of your ear in a tone so loving that you almost broke. Your own hands immediately grasped onto his that was resting atop of your heartbeat and you squeezed softly, your lids falling shut as you tilted your head back against his shoulder.

“Breathe in…breathe out…stay with me, my beautiful girl,” he guided you patiently, his voice never faltering in strength nor tenderness as he sat with you. You followed his instructions, matching your breathing to his words as best you could. His voice filled the room as he repeated himself over and over, and there was never a hint of impatience in his tone. There was only ever love and perhaps a little bit of worry here and there. 

Harry grounded you. He was the anchor that pulled you back together when everything fell apart. In every other aspect of your life you felt like you always had to be put together, because others depended on you. You didn’t often get anxious to this degree, and since you always looked like you had it together people just expected you to always be put together. But never Harry. He accepted you as you were, and he didn’t have any of those expectations. He was happy to just let you be and be there with you along the way.

About ten minutes later you were laying calmly in his arms with your eyes shut. You had finally stopped shivering, and you felt exhausted from all that crying. When the room was filled with nothing except for your quiet sniffles here and there, you heard his voice again. 

“How’re we doin’, princess?”

You exhaled a shaky sigh and gave his hand a squeeze, lifting it from your chest to your lips so that you could press soft kisses to each and every knuckle, including the ones that had been decorated with his signature rings. 

“Better…thank you, my love,” you whispered, your voice raspy from it all. You felt his lips pressing against the top of your head and staying there. You counted seven seconds until he pulled away and gave your frame a little squeeze.

“Mm, I’m glad…but you weren’t jus’ crying because of a broken dish, beautiful,” he prodded gently, settling his fingers beneath your chin to lift your features up so that he could get a good look at them. “Wha’s going on?”

You looked at his face for a long moment. You didn’t know what you would do without this man. This man, who despite being hard at work the entire day, dropped to his knees and held you for who knows how long. He had a knack for being there right when you needed him, and some days you could swear he was an actual angel.

“I’m…I’m just overwhelmed. I have so many things to do at work, and I’m so TIRED, I can’t remember when I got a good night’s rest…” you admitted, a bit shamefully. You didn’t want Harry to think that you couldn’t function without him, and you knew it was possible he’d feel a little but guilty that he wasn’t around as much this week.

He was silent for a few seconds, and you were about to speak again when you heard his voice.

“Why don’ we make a list, hm? You like lists, right? I see you writin’ them down all the time,” he offered as he began pressing soft kisses along the side of your neck and down your shoulder. You exhaled a happy little sigh. He was right—the first thing you always did when you were overwhelmed like this was to write down everything that was on your mind and tackle each thing one by one. It touched you that he’d payed attention enough to notice.

“That sounds like a good plan,” you said with a soft smile, the first one since you’d gotten home that day.

“Perfect. But you’re gettin’ a good couple hours o’ sleep first. No fightin’ me on it, either,” he threatened, his voice stern yet loving at the same time.

“But— ”

“No buts, (Y/N). You need your rest—I jus’ found you in pieces on the floor, for God’s sake. Not tha’ I mind holding you, but I’d rather do it without the tears,” he declared, nuzzling his nose softly against the smooth skin of your cheek. “Y’know it breaks m’heart to see you in pain…” 

You closed your eyes again and nodded, his words striking a chord with you. You knew it hurt Harry to see you in pain, maybe even more than it had hurt you.

“Alright,” you agreed.

He seemed content with your response, and gave you a final tight squeeze before unwinding himself from your frame.

“Off t’bed you go, then. I’ll get this all cleaned up,” he offered. You stood up off of the ground and turned to look at him. He had already picked himself up as well, and he looked down at you with such love and unshaken admiration that it was hard to not throw yourself at him and live in his arms the rest of your life.

“Are you coming, too?”

“Of course,” he reassured. Satisfied with his answer, you turned and headed towards the bedroom. 

About ten minutes later, when you had gotten yourself settled into bed in your (Harry’s) sweater and a pair of sweatpants, you heard him enter the room. You slowly opened your eyes and watched him as he peeled his shirt off of his torso and wiggled himself out of his jeans. You knew you were supposed to be sleeping, but you couldn’t without Harry’s warmth. So when you finally felt his body shift the mattress and his arms wind around you, you exhaled a soft sigh of relief. You heard him chuckle softly in response, his legs playfully intertwining with yours. 

“Better?” He mumbled, pressing you tight against his chest.

“Much,” you whispered, already half asleep. “I’m sorry I’m such a crying, panicky mess.”

He stayed quiet for a long time, and for a second you thought you’d said something wrong, until you felt his lips linger against the back of your shoulder, followed by a low whisper.

“If you’re gonna be a cryin’, panicky mess…well, I’ll be here t’hold you every time.”

dammit don

Lance’s Breakdown

              Lance’s footsteps echoed throughout the empty hallway as he wandered through the castle. With Zarkon defeated and Shiro gone… well, Keith had dropped into a depression so bad he hadn’t even left his room. Leaving the team to try small missions by themselves or just, float through empty space. Like little kids that had wandered too far from home, lost and afraid. Even the Blade of Marmora had been distraught by Shiro’s disappearance. Which just made Lance think something had been going on with Shiro, Kolivan, and Antok; but he figured that wasn’t actually his business and he should respect their privacy but the curiosity still lingered.


               He paused looking around confused. The voice was unfamiliar and almost unbearably high pitched, feminine.

               A giggle sounds behind him and he spins around quickly, a little girl in a vibrant pink dress is giggling at him, spinning back and forth gently. Her brown pigtails sway and bob with the movement, pink glitter down the part of her hair catches the light and makes her appear more innocent.

               Lance frowns at her, “How did you get here? Where are your parents?” He thinks trying to remember if anyone had mentioned extra passengers recently but he didn’t think anyone had. No one had gone on any missions today so there were no refugees to be accounted for.

               The girls smile drops instantly and she scowls at him. “You don’t recognize yourself? You hated this dress, it was always too itchy and too feminine. Nothing was ever masculine enough for you. I wasn’t enough for you and you killed me didn’t you? I’m never going to get to have kids or make a family because you couldn’t be happy with being a girl!”

               Lance flinches and opens his mouth before shaking his head harshly and turning to walk towards his room, trying desperately to remember if he had taken his anti-psychotics this morning or if he’d forgotten. Was he hallucinating or had the ship been infiltrated? But the little girl looked so familiar, some distant memory he couldn’t hope to touch no matter how much he tried.

               “Lance don’t run away from me! You killed me! You’ll never be good enough! Not for mom and dad and not for Voltron! Face it everyone pushes you away, even Blue so why don’t you kill yourself,” when Lance turns back around to look at her there’s big fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks. Blue eyes wide with pain and glaring daggers into his soul. Tiny fists balled into the fabric of her dress, bunching up the material.

               Lance shakes his head harshly “I don’t have to listen to you; you aren’t real.” He shoves a hand through his hair and grips the crown of his skull slightly, trying to ground himself back into reality.

               The girls scowl darkens and she screams loud enough to force him to flinch “OF COURSE I’M NOT REAL YOU KILLED ME YOU STUPID MEANIE HEAD! MOMMY AND DADDY WERE RIGHT YOU ARE WORTHLESS!”

               Lance chokes on his next breath and his knees buckle as he shakes his head no rapidly. “no, no, no, no, no, no you’re not real. You’re not real, this isn’t real. I’m good enough to be here.”

               The girls face contorts darkly, unnatural wrinkles forming and skin turning a deep, ashen gray. “I’m as real as you are, Lancey Lance. And, since you killed me, its only fa-“

               “Lance! Lance what is the matter?” Kolivan’s booming voice cuts through the chaos of his mind and the girl disappears in a blur of shock.

               Lance jerks and gasps twisting and bolting into Kolivan’s chest shaking harshly and mumbling “not real not real she’s not real.”

               Kolivan flinches in surprise before frowning and curling his arms protectively around lance and holding him tight against his chest as he starts purring. Slowly leaning down to nuzzle the crown of lance’s skull. “It’s alright Lance, I’ve got you. Be at peace little kit.”

               Lance slowly begins to calm down, breathing evening out and shakes subsiding slightly. He sniffles and pulls away slightly wiping at his face. “S-sorry Kolivan I-“

               Kolivan raises a gentle hand shaking his head. “Do not worry, I’m happy to help your mind be at peace. Lets get you some water yes?”

               Lance blinks before biting his lip and nodding slowly. “O-okay.” Kolivan nods and settles a big hand against the small of lance’s back and begins guiding his to the kitchen. “K-kolivan?”

               He looks down at Lance, “Yes?”

               Lance shifts slightly on his feet and swallows thickly. “W-would you stay with me for a while… I- your presence… helps…” He looks at the grounding, seemingly ashamed for asking.

               Kolivan leans down to nuzzle the top of his head. “I would be more than happy to little kit. I know you are not Galra and as such are fully grown but I cannot help but think of you and Keith as my own kits.”

               Lance blushes darkly and whimpers slightly twisting to bury himself against Kolivan’s chest with a happy sob. “T-thank yo-ou!”

               Kolivan smiles and picks lance up before carrying him to the kitchen, “Of course youngling.”

Smut Headcanon Game

I’ve adapted these from @niall-hor-man‘s headcanon game I found!  Feel free to send me a member and whichever era/au you’d like! Though I request you keep it to two letter maximum in an ask. In order to avoid vague replies, please be sure to include a respective era or AU. 

A: Aphrodisiac (What encourages or entices them to make a move?)

B: Birthday (Describe birthday sex)

C: Compliments (Mid- and post-sex compliments)

D: Dancing (Describe when dancing gets a little dirty….)

E: Experimenting (Trying something new)

F: Firsts (First time having sex together)

G: Gentle (Describe gentle/loving mid-sex gestures)

H: Handsy (When they can’t keep their hands to themselves)

I: Initiator (Who initiates most of the time? How?)

J: Jealous (“Claiming” a partner)

K: Kitchen (Describe a sex scene in the kitchen)

L: Likes (What they like in the bedroom)

M: Morning (Describe morning sex)

N: Never (Things they would never try)

O: Orgasm (Describe coming–who comes first? What do they say? How does the other person know it’s approaching?)

P: Playlist (A playlist for getting down and dirty; will probably include a lap dance song, a song for making love, and a song that represents their sex life)

Q: Quiet (Reaction to a quiet partner)

R: Ruttish (Signs that they’re horny)

S: Safe Word (How often is the safe word used? Why?)

T: Teasing (Who’s the tease in the relationship? What do they do? How often?)

U: Undressing (Strip teasing a partner)

V: Videos (Sending NSFW videos to each other)

W: Wedding Night (Consummating the marriage)

X: XXX (What kind of porn does the person watch? How often?)

Y: Yawn (How they sleep post-sex)

Z: Zoo (Their animalistic qualities in the bedroom)

Timed Prompt (15 min)

  • Prompt: Jongin invites his talkative, slightly rebellious boyfriend over for dinner.

Jongin fixes his rectangular rimmed glasses for the nth time with shaky fingers.

“Babe, calm down,” Kyungsoo says as he throws an arm around Jongin’s shoulders. His leather jacket rises along with his white v-neck shirt as he does so. 

“Y-you don’t k-know my parents Kyungsoo,” he says fidgeting with his fingers and his head hanging low. Currently, they’re standing on the front porch of Jongin’s home not moving an inch. Jongin’s fear stops them in their tracks and Kyungsoo tries to pacify him with words of reassurance but it doesn’t quite work. 

They’ve been dating for five months now and it’s finally time for Kyungsoo to meet his parents. He’s held off this day for as long as he can in fear that they wouldn’t approve. After all, Kyungsoo is someone who he isn’t. Where Jongin wears khakis and blouses, Kyungsoo dons leather jackets and holey jeans. Where Jongin is a straight A student, Kyungsoo’s record is decorated with a spectrum of letters, ranging from B to Fs. 

Complete opposites, they are. But even with their differences, they’ve managed to come this far and the next step is to convince Jongin’s parents that Kyungsoo is someone worthy to date. 

“Jongin,” Kyungsoo looks at him straight on, moving both palms from Jongin’s shoulders down to his wrists, “Everything will be alright. I’m just going to be myself. That’s enough for you isn’t it?” Jongin nods his head. “Then I wouldn’t see how that isn’t enough for your parents.” he lopsidedly grins. “Look at me, babe.” Jongin raises his head, his glasses resting on the tip of his nose from the tilt, “Let’s get in there.” 

“O-okay,” Jongin clears his throat and removes the house keys from his pocket. After unlocking the door, he steps inside. “M-mom, dad, I’m home.” 

“Welcome home sweetie,” comes the customary call from his mother who is busying herself in the kitchen. 

“K-kyungsoo is here for dinner,” he informs her, and not two seconds later she emerges from the kitchen, concealed surprise in her features. 

“Hello, Kyungsoo.” she offers her hand for Kyungsoo to shake, however, he goes in for a hug, taking her off guard. “Oh!” she gasps, “Thank you,” she pulls back from the hug, awkwardly patting her apron down. 

“A handshake is so formal,” Kyungsoo shrugs, sticking his hands inside his pockets, “I mean, you’re Jongin’s mom, so…” he clears his throat, “Quite a lovely place you got here, I quite like the colors,” he points to a painting, “I’ve seen this at an exhibit not too long ago.” 

“Why yes, it was for sell and we bought it,” Jongin’s mother says. 

“Nice.” Kyungsoo throws a glance at Jongin, who responds with a small bashful smile.