It was the day before a big concert — like all of their concerts were — and it also so happened to be his birthday! What did that mean? Yeah, he was a year older, but that wasn't the important part, he would be receiving gifts! And he knew his darling would have something big to give him.

He spent the day out with friends, pushed out the door with a sweet kiss to his lips so she could prepare his present, one that needed a bit of setting up — or so she said. So he went out for breakfast with his closest friend, best wishes and presents being passed to him, practically showered in them by the end of the morning. He was excited to see what she had planned for him, but he had nothing to go off, and although surprises were exciting, he couldn't help but have his mind wander to what she was doing at that moment, if she was getting him a cake? Maybe wrapping some gifts? He didn't know, but he couldn't wait to find out.

And his prayers were soon answered with a quick buzz to his phone, a message popping up. **12:07 PM*

loml: [1 image attachment]

**12:07 PM*

loml: can't wait for you to get home, ji 🤭

**His jaw dropped as he opened the photo, quickly turning his phone off while hoping his friends weren't able to catch a peek of it. His cheeks immediately flushed red, the image of her gorgeous body in the reflection of a mirror, figure clad in a pretty set of lingerie — one he hadn't seen yet — with gift bags surrounding her burned into his head, voice shaking slightly as he muttered out a quick goodbye to the group of friends he was with.

He needed to get home fast, needed to get his hands on her, to feel her warm body against his as he let go of all thoughts and indulged in his desires of being a pampered birthday boy. He couldn't wait to feel her tight pussy wrapped around him, to hear her sweet voice in his ear, and see the smile on her face as she saw how easily she could work him up.

He practically burst the door open, fingers fumbling to lock it behind him as he kicks his shoes off while walking, almost tripping over his own feet in the rush to get to her. The door to their bedroom was already wide open, sitting kneeling on the bed, hair perfectly done, complimenting the pretty set she had on, making her all the more irresistible to him.

"What a pretty little present you are." He whispers, walking up to her, his hands gripping her waist as he rests his head on her shoulder, lips gently brushing against the shell of her ear before he peppers kisses down along her neck. "All wrapped up for me..." He murmurs, breath hot against her skin, trailing down her collarbone, along her chest, brushing over the lace of her bra that barely covered her nipples. "So fuckin' beautiful." He groans, running his hands up her torso to cup her breasts, feeling her nipples against his palm as he gropes her tits. He was so goddamn hard it hurt, mind solely concentrated on her and the thought of fucking her.