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So You’ve Never...? (Part 4)

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A/N: We’ve reached the end, omg! Hopefully I did it justice!

Group: BTS

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Smut

Today was the day to wash your clothes and the only “outfit” you had was a tank top and a pair of sweatpants. Actually, the only clean clothes you had was your black tank top and your grey sweats. You chalked it up to your horrendously lazy attitude from yesterday as you slid the two articles of clothing over your slightly-damp body. Looking in the mirror, you just shook your head. Taehyung would surely get a kick out of this.

He’d been ‘gone’ for 5 days, his group having to ‘crack down and get serious’ for their rehearsals. Since you hadn’t seen him in a while, he told you that he’d pop over for a little while. In other words, he was going to come over, eat all of your food, and leave some time tomorrow. You smiled to yourself and shook your head.

You opened your bedroom door and started walking to the living room. As soon as you made it there, you jumped and almost cursed. Taehyung was sitting on your couch, eating a bowl of your ice cream and playing with his phone. “Tae, announce yourself next time. You scared me!” you complained.

He looked up from his phone and stuck a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. He placed the bowl and his phone on the coffee table and sat back against the armrest. “Why are you here so early anyway?” you asked. It was like 10 am and you hadn’t done any housework yet. Before he could answer you with whatever smart comment he had prepared, his eyes stopped on your outfit.

“As soon as I took a shower, I rushed over here. I couldn’t wait to see my best friend” he said. You looked at his appearance and went silent. His hair was messy, something that looked very sexy on him, and a simple jean/T-shirt combo. You weren’t sure if it was his appearance, the fact that you hadn’t seen him in a while, or the way his eyes were drinking you in that was beginning to turn you on. The sexual tension was at an all-time high now that you’d done almost everything but actual sex. “I don’t get a hug? I haven’t talked to you or seen you in days and the first thing you did was complain when you saw me” he accused. He stood up, starting to walk over to you and you smiled, taking a step back.

“Don’t try to hug me just because you see what I’m wearing” you smiled, taking another step back. Taehyung stopped walking and acted like he was hurt.

“___, I always hug you when we haven’t seen each other for a while” he said. In the back of your mind, you knew that you shouldn’t hug him but you let it happen anyway. Taehyung smiled when he felt your breasts against his chest. It was just confirmation to him that you weren’t wearing a bra. “Were you dressing to impress me?” he asked, looking down at your breasts. You pulled away from him with a smile.

“No! I need to wash my clothes today and you can do the dishes for me” you said, grinning.

“So that’s why you aren’t wearing a bra? You were trying to con me into doing the dishes?” he asked, using his finger to flick your slightly hard nipples.

“I knew that’s why you wanted a hug!” you said.

“It’s not the only reason” he said, pulling you back to him. You cocked your head to the side and looked at him expectantly. “I wanted a kiss too” he said, voice deep and inviting.

You smiled lightly and pressed your lips to his without much thought. His eyes slid shut as he enjoyed the moment. He’d gone a little over a week without the intoxicating feeling of meshing his lips with yours. Your heartrate rose as he pressed his tongue into your mouth. You placed your arms around his neck and he almost moaned.

Taehyung smiled into the kiss before biting your lip, remembering the phone sex you’d had last week. You moaned lightly and caught yourself, pushing him away. “Tae” you complained, smiling at him.

“What? ___, if you want me to do the dishes, you have to give me a taste of you as payment” he responded. You gave him a look and smiled. “Payment? Tae, we can’t keep our hands to ourselves and a taste turns into a lot more. Come on, let me go now” you said.

“Fine, if you strip down, I will let you go and I will help you clean” he offered seriously.

“And if I don’t?” you asked. Taehyung grinned and brought his lips back to yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you fell deeper and deeper against his lips. His lips left yours, moving from your jaw down to your earlobe.

“Then I will fuck you right now and we both know that you won’t want me to stop” he breathed into your ear. He let his lips brush up and down over your sensitive neck. You could feel your eyelids shutting and your pussy getting wet but you had no power to stop either of them. You were too lost in the feel of his gentle lips and the mental image of his sexily messy hair to respond to his deal. That was how you knew that he was completely right. Truthfully, all he had to do was push the right buttons with you and the two of you would be having sex.

Taehyung stopped rubbing his lips against your neck when he noticed that you hadn’t responded yet. Instead, he slowly began sucking and kissing one patch of skin. He slipped his hands over your waist as his mouth worked on your neck. His hands continued sliding from your hips and down in to your sweatpants. His palms rubbed your bare ass. They were strangely soft yet rough as he squeezed and fondled your cheeks.

While your mind was focused on his hands, Taehyung bit down on your neck and you moaned loudly, surprising yourself. “Okay, okay. Deal” you moaned. Taehyung smirked and pulled his hands from your pants. His teeth nipped at your neck again, forcing another sexy moan from you. “Fuck, Tae-” you moaned. His cock began stirring after hearing your moans.

“- I said deal” you said breathlessly. He stepped back with a smile and you pulled your shirt over your head. Taehyung’s eyes were stuck on how pointed your nipples were. You slid your pants down next and stepped out of them. “You are gorgeous” Taehyung said, looking at your fully naked body. Even with your body on full display, Taehyung couldn’t get over how erect your nipples were. He took a step closer and you couldn’t bring yourself to step away.

He bent his head down and sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, letting his tongue swirl around it. Your breathing grew heavier and he released your nipple before picking you up. He carried you to the bedroom, lying you down on the bed. He resumed his oral assault on your nipples, his cock straining against his zipper. You held his head to your chest, steadily panting. His hand snaked down between your bodies and he groaned when he felt how wet you were. It became his primary focus: your slick mound and the way his finger was sucked into your opening. If you were this tight around his finger, he couldn’t even imagine how perfect your walls would feel surrounding his rigid cock.

The wet sounds of his mouth kissing down your body made you sigh with pleasure. He teased the hood of your clit up and blew on it, sending your hips up into the air. His tongue laid flat against your slit and he began to lick and suck your little clit. You found yourself gasping as your fingers ran through his hair, simultaneously pulling him harder against you. His finger lied idly inside of you and you whined in frustration. You wanted something much bigger and you didn’t mean the addition of another finger. You were so ready for him. There was still a piece of your brain telling you that he was your best friend but you told it to shut up. You were so sick of trying to deny this. You’d been waiting far too long to feel Taehyung’s thickness inside of you.

“Jesus, you’re so wet” he mumbled against your clit, the vibrations delectably sinful. You were pushing your hips up to meet his tongue, loudly panting. He quickly shook his tongue over your clit and your back arched off of the bed as you came; legs trembling. Even after your climax, Taehyung lapped at your slit sending after-shocks through your body.

You watched as he sat up and stripped his shirt off. You sat up, unbuttoning his jeans as he tossed his shirt to the ground. The way his member was swollen against his zipper looked incredibly uncomfortable and you told him that. “You did it” he said, pushing all of the blame on you.

“I can help you fix it” you said, looking up at him as you slid the zipper down. Taehyung already knew from your body language that you were ready but seeing the inviting look in your eyes made him shudder. As he slid his jeans and underwear down, you laid back, bracing yourself on your elbows. With his member in his hand, Taehyung guided the tip to your slit, gently rubbing it from your engorged clit to your opening. Your head fell back as you moaned. “God, Tae—mmm—just fuck me” you moaned into the air.

Following your instruction, he lined his head to your opening and slowly began to push it in. You bit down on your lip as he stretched you out. When he was halfway in, Taehyung had to stop for fear of cumming too soon. Catching his breath, he continued to slide into you and groaned once he was fully inside of you. He slid out just enough and quickly followed through, slamming back into you. You gasped and let your back hit the mattress, your fingers tightly clutching the sheets. Taehyung, as he rocked inside of you, bent down to kiss your lips hungrily. His teeth were nipping at your lip, tongue wrestling with yours.

Your nails lightly slid over the smooth skin of his back and neck and he moaned, his thrust speeding up. You groaned as he pounded into you, his fingers flying to rub your clit. Taehyung knew that he wasn’t going to last long and he needed you to cum before him. His name became your favorite word as you bucked your hips against him. With a long moan, you came, your juices leaking onto the bedsheets. He wasn’t far behind, pulling out just in time to shoot all over your thighs.

The both of you laid in the bed and you put your arm around him. “Alright, you said that we can’t be friends if we have sex so I guess you’re in love with me now. Am I supposed to start introducing you as my girlfriend or…what?” Taehyung asked with a sigh. You smiled and rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, right. Like I would ever date such a sex-crazed man” you said.

“I’m sex-crazed? I was coming to visit you like a faithful boyfriend would when you undressed me in the living room” he responded. You sat up quickly and just looked at him.

“You’re delusional and what’s with the boyfriend stuff? Are you in love with me or something now?” you asked. Taehyung stopped talking and smiled.

“Of course not” he said coolly.

“Okay then” you said, shrugging.

“Good” he finished.

With that same light smile, Taehyung pulled you down to him and pressed his lips to yours.

Masterlists

Start this morning off with slenderbodies’ new track “anemone”. Right off the bat, you’ll be hooked with the raspy vocals and the soft guitar picking. There’s something so simple about that combo that draws me into the song and about thirty seconds in, more instrumentation builds in the song. I love that the instrumentation is pretty downplayed in the track but there’s definitely some definable grooves and smoothness to them. “anemone” is one of those quiet but strong tracks that is perfect for start your day too.

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Fighting Game Combo Video
  • 1st Combo: Pretty simple combo. You probably know this one already. Useful in many situations.
  • 2nd Combo: A bit tricky. May show you a property of a move that you didn't know about. Still easy to figure out and memorize.
  • 3rd Combo: Wwhat the fuck was that move he just used slow down the video. Your sweep launches the opponent if they're in a counter hit air state did you know that? Can only land every once in a blue moon if the enemy is exactly twenty pixels off the ground after whiffing a jumping heavy punch with 100 meter.
Cucumber Cauliflower Salad

I sort of stopped eating salads for a while because my dad kept making them and trying to put All The Vegetables into one salad and it was Too Much and All Over The Place! But! I stumbled across this simple combo a few days ago and have made it twice now!  It makes a nice little side salad!

- Salad greens (I do a mix of dark greens, like a spinach/kale type mix, but you do you!)

- Cucumber

- Cauliflower

- Red onion

- Salad dressing (I’ve been using a creamy Italian w/ romano cheese, but use what you want!)

Slice your cucumber however you like it. (I slice medallions and then chop those into quarters)

Chop some red onion.

Break your cauliflower into bite-size little florets.

Toss all that w/ your greens & dressing & salt/pepper to taste!

Enjoy!

Shopping Centre Blowout


I still have another Bluebell account to finish writing along with a few pictures from it too but thought it best to write up yesterdays over the top mission first while the memory is still clear.

A full on shopping centre incident has crossed my mind many times before and I have actually done it once before a good few years back but it was an unplanned fairly solid poop that happened when I was on my way back from a party the previous night. I’d easily emptied it into the toilet without much staining. Having been inspired by a recent post by enemmauk in which she’d pooped herself in a shopping centre, I decided I needed to do it again too. It turned out to be one of the biggest rushes whilst simultaneously humiliating experiences of my life.

I’ve had a few missions lately as my personal circumstances have been favourable to it. I don’t usually get to go on this many missions but having finally got around to starting a blog to keep a diary of it, there’s been a slightly increased motivation for it this year. Public events are still very scary and it took me a while to leave the house, questioning whether or not I should. The poop was well planned. Three days between but it felt unpredictable. The need was always there but each convulsion was changing in character, like there might be some more solid poop blocking a load of mush. This happens to me quite often when I hold it for a long time. My clothing choice was a preferred simple combo that I’ve used many times before; my favourite light blue stretch jeans by south and underneath, white briefs, cut tights and then on top green sloggi maxi briefs. I also wore a black stretchy tight long sleeved top and ruthlessly decided on no cardigan. The rush of having forgotten it on my second bluebell walk was something that made it more exciting. I’d later really regret that decision.

I persuaded myself to leave by thinking I can pull out at any time and don’t have to necessarily go through with it. I’d just see how it went. I parked close by in a paying space that’s free on Sundays and not in the multi-story that still charges. I felt really nervous. I know myself. If I put myself in a situation and I have the place to myself for cleaning afterwards, I more often than not go through with it. I entered the centre through the multi story car park and went up the stairs to the level that connects to the shopping centre by an enclosed overpass that crosses the main road. The centre was very busy and down below on the first floor were open planned coffee snack bars and a burger king. The ladies were directly to my right so were at least positioned close to the exit back to the car park. I headed into Topshop first and started looking at clothes. I’d envisaged a plan to maybe have a convulsion in a fitting room and as the need grew I just chose any jacket and headed to the back to try it. I went in and drew the curtain. The noise of people talking, laughing and the general public ambience is something missing from the way I mentally envisage such a scenario. It was exciting but as the wave took hold I really had to cross my legs tightly as it brought on some unexpectedly potent farts that needed to stop. All of a sudden, it felt far more urgent than at home and the whole wave lasted a good few minutes. Longer lasting waves usually mean messier poops which was ominous. Eventually resisting and regaining control I got out of there pretty quickly and headed over to Debenhams at the far opposite end of the centre. 

I’d told myself before, if you’re going to do this, do it in Debenhams while browsing the underwear section. It would maximise my chances of possibly being near a girl and would also mean forcing the rush of a long walk in public. On the way another wave hit and there were people everywhere. All I could do was stand by the first floor barrier that overlooks the shop alley beneath and cross my legs in not too much of an obvious way. There were groups of teenagers standing nearby and it was worrying. It was another heavy wave and I knew I was getting close to losing it. Unable to fully cross my legs and resist with all my power, some poop started coming out. It was quite solid and I didn’t want to let it continue and briefly, really crossed my legs tight to try and regain control which just about worked. Not much came out but I could smell it. I headed on to Debs and had to go up one level on an escalator. That’s been another possible fantasy for me, getting on an escalator in clean pants and then getting off it in full pants. But I continued to the underwear section in the large four level store and again, people were everywhere. 

To my nervous surprise the underwear section was extremely busy. It’s a large area with some full height displays and also a maze of head height displays with many women and girls looking. My heart was pounding now as I let the need dominate and start to prompt another wave. I was looking at some nice expensive frilly edged underwear when I let out a few uncontrollable farts and started to walk away from the area of those minor crimes. I felt my bum and I could feel a small lump from before but nothing anyone would have noticed. The smell was already quite bad though and possibly noticeable by anyone close by. As I was walking around the underwear section, within a minute of letting the deciding wave take hold I suddenly felt strangely serene. I can’t explain it, my mind is usually raging. It would be short lived however and as the wave started to hit, my pace slowed. I’d decided on an aisle where amongst others, two girls were browsing, one thin and shapely, the other slightly larger but very pretty. They looked in their 20’s. The thin girl was in shorts and she looked nice when she looked at me briefly. As the pressure became too much for walking I came to a forced stop near to them on the other side of the aisle and started looking at whatever I’d happened to stop by. Sizes 18 - 24 big pants! Nothing I could do about that. And then it started to happen. I grimaced and leant over, one hand on one of the product hangers and the other on my stomach. From here on out it was a genuine accident, apart from the slight purposeful delay in going to the toilet of course. My eyes sort of went blurry as I pushed and it started coming out quietly and semi solid. The solidity didn’t last long and then farts joined the party as the whole mess turned mushy. I have a slight amnesia about those moments. My mind was in such an overloaded state I’m not sure how long it lasted. I’ll say about ten seconds in and now visibly bulging, the poop took a feared turn for the worse and really got a lot messier and noisier. I could feel it spreading out quickly and crackling between my legs. The gassiness of the way it was flowing made it totally audible. I heard a brief silence behind me and then a little laugh and I’m sure I heard one of them whisper to the other, did she just.. followed by another silence and other little intrigued laughs to follow. The first of many witnesses. By now I was trying to brake as I needed to get out of there. The smell was revolting. I tried to make it look like a genuine accident and held my bum, crossing my legs in an attempt to get back in control which took another 10 seconds. I walked away from them as soon as I could even though it was a longer detour to leave the store that way. I still needed to go and had probably done something the size of a large mushy grapefruit so far. When I’d touched my bum I could feel a worrying wetness already. I hadn’t peed myself but the poop was messy enough without any more liquid. The light jeans would do nothing to help and any stains would appear dark against the light material. 

Pooping myself noticeably in the underwear section of a store was exhilarating and would have been the climax of any normal mission but this was only just beginning. As I left Debenhams the feeling inside was almost diarrhoea like and crampy and on top of the rush of just losing it and having had witnesses, a seriously nervous worry came over me about the severity of my predicament and the possible diarrhoea that could happen at any moment. I didn’t know how much was left but there was still an increasing urgency. On the escalator the halt was enough to bring on another serious wave. Genuinely trying to resist with people ahead of me and now behind me I was in a predicament; totally sandwiched. I couldn’t cross my legs enough and even as I resisted some very loose poop started coming out adding to the already terrible smell. Full brakes did nothing. I couldn’t hear it this time at least but the people behind me whom I still hadn’t been able to look at would have smelled me. Another five seconds or so of losing control and I had to walk off the escalator as I was still pooping. I managed to bring it to a stop by again standing by the barrier. I’d pooped a lot more and the need was starting to subside.

This was getting really serious. Much more than I’d bargained for. I was sweating badly and I knew my bottom was bulgy and stained through and the smell was so bad. This was a proper public pants poop that I dream of but never actually act out and I was totally out of my comfort zone. I suspected my escalation of public pants pooping recently would eventually get me into trouble. With a more solid poop and a cardigan to tie around my waist I’d have gotten away with it much more. It was like tunnel vision on my way to the ladies. I had no chance of getting a picture anywhere else and I’d wanted to see how badly I was stained. It was so busy I didn’t know who saw and who didn’t. Those walking behind me must have had a pretty good view and I hope they weren’t too disgusted. But the smell was revolting, moreso somehow than usual. It takes about 5 minutes to walk the distance and I was doing my best to be stealthy but it was nearly impossible with eyes everywhere. I had to walk carefully as there was a slight squelching noise whenever I sped up. 

Eventually and after various little laughs I heard on route that I can’t definitely put down to me although they probably were, I reached the ladies. Typically, there were a few teenage girls on the bench outside who’d have had full view of me going in. The witness count must have surpassed 100 by now. I walked all the way down to the end stall and went in. The light above wasn’t working properly so it was a bit dark and atmospheric. These toilets are huge and probably have about 40 stalls. It was very busy. I breathed out a sigh of relief that I was now out of public view but was hoping that no one who’d saw me enter with a stained bottom would ask if I was okay or gone to call someone. Now in private, after standing there for a little while and listening to the ambience of the room, calming slightly from the chaotic headspace of walking like that so publicly, I knew I needed to finish a little and a wave wasn’t coming so I waited for a hand dyer to come on and then I pushed forcefully. In one movement which was loud and bubbly, I pushed out what felt like the volume of an apple. It wasn’t liquid but nearly. Such a messy poop. It would have worried me on a more secluded woodland mission, let alone a busy shopping centre. I felt behind and my hand got dirty so the stain was going to be obvious. I had to flush the loo onto a bit of toilet paper to clean my hand but I didn’t touch any of the toilet or the water base in doing so.

There was no coat hanger to hang my bag on so I hung it on the door lock and positioned my camera and mini tripod in it to take a photo on timer. Looking at it, all my fears were confirmed. The stain was silly and covering nearly half of my bottom. I really should have taken the cardigan. And what if I bumped into someone I knew. It was a terrible situation but it was maybe the biggest rush of my pants pooping life. Probably moreso than the bad stain on supermarket day. 

And now I needed to wee but that would have been impossibly messy to attempt so I held it and prepared to face the music. I couldn’t stay around for much longer as the smell was getting out of hand. I heard a woman in the stall next to me mutter under her breath ‘disgusting’. She was just weeing and didn’t stay long. I left and luckily this side of the toilets had no one at the basins. I just had time to have a quick glance in the mirror at the horror, which did amuse me slightly and I pulled an unhappy face quickly, then rinsed my hands more and tried to sort out my hair a bit. I then left and the same teenagers were still there. Like they were waiting for one of their friends who must have been taking ages, or to see me again. God! I just bolted past and heard someone say excuse me. I wasn’t sure if it was directed towards me or not but I just did an arms slightly out with fingers stretched ‘not now’ sort of gesture as I walked without looking back and they went silent. 

Although the toilets are close to the exit, it was still crowded. Probably at least another 40 witnesses. Walking back across the overpass I was being followed by a mother and her children and various others. I made a mistake here. Somehow I’d missed the car park stairs entrance and walked into the car park thinking where the hell is it! I was avoiding the busy ticket machine by default and I think the stairs entrance was next to it. I saw back through the doors as I turned around that one of the children, or early teenagers was staring through the door window straight at me. I had to head for another exit the other side as I didn’t want to pass them like that again. The poop felt terribly messy and I wasn’t sure that cut tights were enough for this one. The need to wee was bothering me and I was really wanting out of it all now.

After the wrong stairs fiasco I ended up leaving the large car park in a far more public place by the main triple bus stop on the one way system beneath the overpass. The worst place possible to have left apart from maybe the highsteet. There were people everywhere and I missed a step as I exited the building and would have looked clumsy. I pulled out my phone as both a distraction and to centre my focus down toward my path ahead through the people and nothing else. I looked no one in the eye. Panic levels weren’t healthy and I was walking much faster than usual. It was a stupendous rush despite the stress. I had to pass the main cinema entrance next and ignored my peripherals but there were at least 20 people; I don’t know who saw but no laughter. And then as I finally reached the corner to turn into the road that led me to where I’d parked, I clearly heard someone casually shout from a passing car, ‘Shitty Bum!’ I uncontrollably burst out laughing. I was so tense that something needed to give and I couldn’t help but see the funny side of just how unreservedly direct he was. And the tone of the way he said it was definitely teasing rather than venomous. The laughter dissipated my panic a little. It was a far better reaction than genuinely shocked disgust. Or maybe that was a subconscious trauma defence system kicking in. The sudden laugh made me wee slightly however.

I managed to reach my car without any further witnesses apart from a Woman smoking a cigarette just outside a backstreet pub. I was so relieved to be back at the car and had to carefully position a bin liner over the seat as this one was messy. Sitting down as usual amplified everything. The smell was gaggingly bad and the weather was quite hot. 

I got home and it took a while to come to terms with it. Such an unbelievably public poop compared to most my missions and I was seen by so many people. I’m not sure how I feel. The rush was next level but that would have been destroyed if I was seen by someone I knew. And none of this was bravery. More risk taking. I’m maybe getting a little better at not overthinking it but next time, definitely a cardigan! And amazingly, the jeans washed well and aren’t noticeably stained. Thanks for reading K x