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can't believe they didnt let tsukasa sing the english bits

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To make an album: K. HongJoong

(Bambi's ver!) Producer bf HJ X Famous singer reader

'To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer'

📙: You have been on the rise since your debut album almost 4 years ago. Now, your millions of fans are demanding a full album from you and the company is on you about finishing it before the deadline, giving you one big choice: who will produce your album?

⚠ : Unprotected sex (always wrap it up and keep it safe), Mentions of past poor producers, Sex in the studio, Multiple rounds, recording sex, car sex, use of handcuffs (reader), L bomb, use of mirror, Spanking, HJ calls reader names (baby girl, slut, puppy, baby), Slight Dumbification, slight degradation, pussy obsessed HJ, basically smut with barely plot, Producer HJ (whole warning)

🎶: Mushroom Chocolate - Quin ft 6lack, Lil Freak - Usher, Take Me -Miso, Gorilla - Bruno Mars

Bambi's notes: SO what happened was that I got carried away because producer HJ is a version of him I will NEVER get over lol. Smut with semi plot, not really.

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'Y/N L/N is set to release her long awaited full album in two months. Fans have been waiting for a full album from her since her debut almost 4 years ago. What kind of sound do you think she'll go for? Please let us know via social media at-'

"Alexa, turn this off." You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through your large apartment, your feet padding against the floor as you entered the kitchen. It was far too early to hear anyone talk about you, even if it was positive.

You raised to the tips of your toes as you grabbed your coffee bag from the cabinet, the dim morning light lighting the kitchen for you as you began to make your morning coffee. You had a long day in the studio ahead of you and knew you couldn't get by without any sort of caffeine.

You were at the top of your career after debuting 4 years ago. You had gained millions of fans and had put out award-winning singles and mini-albums. You even went on a sold-out tour a couple of months back.

However, while you were more than content with your singles and mini-albums, your fans had been getting vocal about wanting a full album from you, just like when you first came onto the music scene. You had put it off for as long as you could, not finding the process of making the full album interesting enough to hold your full attention. Plus, the producer who produced your debut album was an asshole, which made you unwilling to make another one. But, the company was now placing their foots down, not releasing any more of your music until you presented them with a full album.

You jumped lightly as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to rest against his chest. You relaxed at the feeling of his lips pressed against your cheek, a small hum leaving his lips as you rubbed his arms. You tilted your head back to admire the man who held you close, his dark brown hair still a mess from sleep. His eyes scanned your face as if you were a piece of art, the corners of his lips curling up as you smiled back at him. It felt like such a sweet moment between you and him, forgetting all about your problems.

"Did you make enough coffee for the two of us?" HongJoong's deep, sleep-laced voice made your smile grow as you loved how he sounded when he just woke up. You nodded, leaning forward to check the pot before turning around in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead, his hands resting on your hips as he did so. "Good. How's the last 4 tracks of your album coming along?"

You frowned as he mentioned your album, placing a kiss on his lips as you tried to shut him up about it. It was bad enough that all the fans and the company were constantly asking you about it, you didn't want your boyfriend to ask you about it too, especially before your coffee.

HongJoong only chuckled at your attempt to silence him, pulling back to look down at you with knowing eyes. He knew you'd rather forget about it, but he wanted to help, especially since the company had their eyes on you. "Baby, you can't just kiss me whenever you want to shut me up, you know?" He laughed.

"I wasn't trying to shut you up, but I don't wanna talk about the album right now, baby." You smiled, moving to lean against the counter as HongJoong moved to grab you and him a mug for the coffee. He chuckled again, filling your mug with caffeine before sliding it over to you, a smile on his lips as he said "But we should talk about it, especially with that deadline you have coming up."

You took a sip of your coffee as he returned to stand in front of you, leaning against the opposite counter with a comforting smile. HongJoong knew about your past producer who treated you poorly when you were putting out your debut album. He had met you right afterward, so he understood when you didn't want anything to do with him unless it had to do with music. But, as time went on, you and him grew closer. Now you two had been dating for 2 years.

"Y/N, baby." HongJoong tilted his head to meet your gaze, offering you a comforting smile as he took a sip of his coffee before standing back up straight. Only when he is sure that he has your full attention does he ask "Did you find a producer yet?"

You hadn't. You had been writing and recording demos all by yourself, choosing to put off picking a producer till the very last second. You didn't know any other producers you trusted with a project like this. You shook your head, meeting your boyfriend's eyes over your coffee cup as you said "I'll probably just take whoever the company assigns to me to produce this."

To your surprise, HongJoong's eyes lit up at your words before he said "Well, let me produce it."

You narrowed your eyes over the mug of coffee at your boyfriend, trying to see what he meant by that. At your sharp and questioning gaze, he placed his mug down on the counter before saying "I'll produce your album." You and HongJoong had only worked on two other songs together, those two songs doing well on the charts and even winning awards. However, you wanted to keep your relationship and your music separate, but HongJoong wasn't having that. He placed his hands on your waist, a small pout on his lips as he asked "do you not have faith in me and my skills? I know what it takes to make a good album, you know."

"What do you need, HongJoong?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest as your boyfriend smirked, his hands moving to your thigh, his fingers playing with the edge of the large t-shirt you slipped on after your many rounds with him last night. His fingers slowly dragged up the sides of your thighs, small goosebumps being left in his wake as it moved underneath your shirt, cupping your ass as he spoke with confidence ''To make an album, you need three things: a studio, a mic, and a damn good producer''

You were no longer paying attention to his words, his lips grazing yours as he placed a small kiss onto the corners of your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he pressed his chest against your folded arms. HongJoong lips dragged against your cheek to your ear, his hands moving up the small of your back as he spoke into your ear "plus, think of all the fun things we can do in the studio. I know you like riding me while I produce"

You bit your lip at the memory of you riding him in his studio while he tried to focus on producing: you had been missing him while on tour and was on break for a week when the company asked him to produce a song for Yunho. You had been begging him to just take an hour's break and come home to fuck you, but he was very insistent on finishing the song that night. He responded to your needy texts with a simple "If you want me that badly, you better come and get it."

"You were so wet for me, babe" You shivered as he placed a kiss onto your neck, his hands now moving back down to your ass, his finger dipping underneath the panty fabric to tease you before he whispered again "I remember that I had to cover your mouth while I bent you over my keyboard because you were so goddam loud, moaning and whining like a bitch in heat."

"HongJoong" you whispered, the desire in the air making you forget what the conversation was even about. You closed your eyes as your panties snapped back against you, his hands soon moving to grab the sides, teasing you by pulling them down slightly before snapping the fabric back against you. HongJoong smirked at the sight in front of him, his cock pressing against his thin boxers as he repeated his process a few more times till your hands were gripping the countertops. He had you right where he wanted you.

You closed your eyes as he leaned in close to your lips, hoping he would take mercy on you and just kiss you. You were soon filled with disappointment as his hands left your body, opening your eyes to see his proud orbs. He placed one of his hands underneath your jaw, making sure you kept your eyes on him as he said "just think about it, baby."

You sighed silently as he let go of your chin, grabbing his coffee cup before walking away to begin getting ready for his day. You took a deep breath, hoping to calm down as you looked outside your apartment windows. You pressed your legs together as you felt your wetness pool in your panties, your boyfriend's touch having lingering effects on you.

You thought about ambushing him while he showered, but your phone buzzed with a text from your manager, letting you know that she was on her way to pick you up and take you to the company so you could work on your album. You bit your lip, realizing that you had an hour to go get ready.

Today was going to be a long day.

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"No, he called me a bitch for not wanting too much autotune in my songs"

Your manager ran a hand through her hair as you denied another producer, sitting across from you in the meeting room at your company. She had a whole stack of worthy candidates to produce the album that you had worked with in the past, but you turned them all down. You had bad experiences with all of them that you didn't want to think about when you were working on an anticipated album.

Your manager called for a break so she could find another list of possible producers, sighing as you shot out of your seat and made your way to the doors. She called out to you before you could leave, a motherly look on her face as she said "Y/N, you have to let someone produce this album. You can't keep putting this off."

You nodded, walking out of the room silently. She was right, you couldn't keep putting it off, but you didn't want just anybody touching your tracks.

You ran your hands through your hair as you walked through the long hallway, looking for a practice room for you to record another song you had written. Maybe you could release an album full of demos?

Before you could enter the room, your eyes fell onto your boyfriend's studio down the hall. His door was covered in stickers that his visitors had placed there when they worked with him. The familiar feeling from this morning returned as you made your way to his studio, hoping to just get a glimpse of your boyfriend. You carefully opened his office to see him working on a track, his headphones snug on his head.

You smiled at the sight of your boyfriend producing, bouncing his head to the beat of the music while his fingers added to it. He was in his element and you found it incredibly sexy. You bit your lip as you closed the door behind you, making your way to him carefully as he continued to produce, not noticing you till you placed your hands onto his shoulders. His eyes glanced over at your manicured nails, smirking when he realized it was you.

He let your hands drag up his shoulders and neck, carefully taking off his headphones as he saved the track, knowing that he wouldn't be getting back to it for a while. He turned his chair around, looking up at you as you moved to his lap, both of you sighing as your warm, clothed pussy pressed against his clothed cock. He watched as you began to grind down against it, craving any sort of friction you could get. He gently grabbed your hips, helping you as he placed kisses along your neck.

"Did you think about what I said this morning?" He hummed against your neck, his tongue peaking out to lick your sweet spot, making you purr out "Hmm, what did you say this morning."

Your words were met with a bite from him, tsking as he pulled back to look at you, his hips meeting yours as you both ground against each other on his chair. "Don't tell me you didn't pay attention to me, baby. Or, were you distracted by something?" He played with you as he looked up at you, chuckling at your already fucked out looking state. He gently patted your cheek, licking his lips as he asked "Were you distracted, baby?"

At your nod, he let out a soft "aww," his voice laced with faux care as he unbuttoned your jeans, leaning down to place a kiss on your stomach as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. "I'm sorry baby, I'll make sure not to touch you when I'm talking to you"

You knew he wasn't really sorry, your hands running through his hair as his hands slid into the back of your jeans, pushing them down as much as he could. HongJoong loved it when you got distracted by his touch, loving the sight of you trying to remember what he was talking about while he picked you up from his lap, smirking at the wet patch that was on his own jeans.

"I was talking to you about me producing your album, baby," he said, unbuttoning his jeans as you took off your jeans and shirt, now standing before him in nothing but a thin thong and bra. You let out a playful "Oh? Were we really?" as you turned around, bending over as you pulled down your panties. You made a show out of it, smirking when you heard your boyfriend's breath hitch. You bit your lip as his hands made contact with your ass, his hands massaging the globes of your ass before he stood behind you, his cock slipping in between your thighs, making you moan softly.

"Yes, we were talking about me producing it. You need to learn to focus, babe." He hummed, pressing a kiss to the bottom of your neck while his hands moved up your sides slowly to your hair, his fingers making a ponytail out of your hair. Once he was satisfied, he kicked your legs apart further, making you lean forward to place your hands onto the couch he had in his studio as he spit down onto his cock, his spit coating the head of his thick cock before slowly pushing into you.

"Oooh, that's it baby" he groaned deeply, closing his eyes as your wet pussy welcomed him back in warmly. HongJoong couldn't get enough of your pussy, always wanting to be balls deep in you whenever he could be, even if you two of you weren't fucking. He swore he felt his brain turn off as he began to fuck you, his eyes shut tightly as fucked you. You gripped the couch as he fucked you, his cock stretching you out perfectly as you moaned into the couch. At the sound of your muffled moans, he pulled on your hair, tugging you so your back was arched, your head no longer on the couch as he drilled his cock into you.

You tried to keep quiet as he praised you through your moans, even lifting one of his legs to the couch so he could drill his cock deeper into you at an angle. He had you seeing stars in no time, panting out his name and moaning as he fucked you.

HongJoong soon pulled out of you, making you whine at the loss of his cock and back your ass up to where you thought he was. You were met with a hard spank to your ass, making you moan as your boyfriend dropped to his knees behind you, kissing your puffy pussy before whispering "hush baby, lemme taste you, then you can ride my cock till I fill you up."

You moaned at the thought, your moans only growing as HongJoong's tongue licked your pussy, flattening his tongue against you before sucking on your lips. You reached behind you to grab his hair, pulling him closer to your pussy as his hands gripped the flesh of your ass, spreading you for him to eat you.

One of the things you loved about him was how loud HongJoong got when he ate you out: you could vividly hear every time he sucked, licked, and spat back into your pussy. You bit your lip as he moaned lewdly into your pussy, his secret desires and your praises being moaned into your wet pussy, the vibrations making you shake. After one long lick, he pulled back, helping you to stand up (more like he held you while you leaned against his body) before leading you to his chair, sitting down on it before he pulled you down onto his lap.

You instantly knew what to do, sinking down on his cock with a pleasure-filled sigh. You began to grind down as his hands returned to your hips, guiding your hips to spell whatever he wanted. "You still haven't answered me, princess, come on." Your eyes snapped to meet his dark ones, your bottom lip quivering as you tried to remember what the hell he was talking about.

HongJoong tsked at your fuzzy memory, shaking his head before saying "I know you're in heat, baby, but you should at least be able to remember what I just said. Don't tell me my cock is stopping you from thinking." He leaned forward, biting your shaking bottom lip as he began to fuck up into you, pulling back as you moaned loudly, tossing your head back as he clicked his tongue. He suddenly stopped, smirking when you began to whine and try to move again, his grip on your hips tightening, warning you. "Look at me, baby, meet my eyes."

You did as you were told, his head falling back against the head of his chair as he opened his legs a little wider to make it more comfortable and to firmly plant his feet against the floor. "Tell me, baby, what were we talking about?"

Your brain once more short-circuited as his thumb began to rub small circles on your clit as your thought, your boyfriend's lips soon wrapping around your nipple as you stumbled out "You producing my album?"

"There we go, baby" HongJoong praised, helping you resume riding him as he fucked up into you. He watched as your face contorted to show pleasure, your head now tossed back as you eagerly rode his cock, making him moan. "That's my smart baby, huh? She may be a slut in heat, but she knows what's important, right?"

"Yes, yes" you moaned, HongJoong lips returning to your nipple with a soft "good girl." You let his words motivate you to move faster, no longer even registering that you were in his studio in the company with an album that was due soon. Nothing else mattered when he fucked you so well.

"Hmm, so what about what I said this morning, baby? Are you going to make the right decision and let me produce your album?" He hummed against your breasts as he moved faster, watching as you bounced faster to match him. He could tell you were about to cum and that he was getting close too, his own moans growing to match yours. It made him glad he soundproofed his studio that morning.

You nodded at his words, desperate to agree to whatever he wanted so you could cum, his lips crashing into yours as you both came. You held him close as you both kissed, your tongues locking in the kiss as you both ground against each other, both of your cum mixing and leaking out of you onto his cock, balls, and even a bit on the chair. Once you both had calmed down, you placed your head onto his shoulder as you took a deep breath, your eyes closed as HongJoong turned the chair around to face his setup, his hands running through your hair as he whispered "Whenever you're ready, baby, we can get started recording the tracks. We got an album to make."

Yes, the two of you did.

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"Looks like you found your main producer, huh?"

You smiled as you held your glass of champagne, turning to look at your boyfriend. HongJoong was across the party with his own glass of champagne, his custom-fitted dark purple velvet suit against his body while his freshly bleached hair was styled perfectly. He was talking to someone else, but with the feeling of your eyes on him, he suddenly made eye contact with him.

Throughout the whole album-producing process with him, you both had not been able to keep each other's hands off each other, fucking multiple times all around his studio.

"Yes, I did." Your eyes drank in the way HongJoong leaned against the wall, his eyes doing the same as walked around that night. HongJoong couldn't wait till the two of you got home, excited to rip off your short, dark purple dress that hugged your body perfectly. His eyes moved up your legs and thighs, his body heating up knowing what was between your thighs. He felt like he could pounce on you at any minute, not caring if everyone watched as he fucked you on the table. In fact, that was on his bucket list.

"Baby?" You turned around to see HongJoong now behind you, his lips still puffy from the make-out session you two had in the hallway 30 minutes ago. "I think it's time we go, Y/N. The party is winding down and I have another surprise for you at the apartment." A surprised "Oh really?" left your lips at his words, not expecting him to have a surprise for you waiting at the house. Before you could try and ask for hints, HongJoong's hand interlocked with yours, pulling you from the party. You tried your best to keep up with his fast walk as he walked outside, unlocking the car you and he shared before he opened the back door. You looked at it with confusion, HongJoong's only response being "Get in the backseat, baby. It'll all make sense later."

You sat in the backseat as he climbed in the front seat, the car ride silent as he sped home. You bit your lip as your eyes fell on your boyfriend's hands as they gripped the steering wheel, his veins popping out from how tightly he was holding it. Your eyes moved from his hands up his body, noticing how fast his chest was rising and falling. Your eyes soon looked into the rearview mirror, meeting HongJoong's hard gaze. You hadn't noticed that he was looking at you throughout the car ride, biting your lip as you spread your legs, giving the mirror and your boyfriend a perfect view of your soaked panties.

When HongJoong glanced into the mirror once again and saw your new position, he swore he almost pulled over right then and there. He smirked, glad to see that you were just as horny as he was for you. He reached back to touch your knee as his other hand stayed on the wheel. His eyes never left the road, but his voice let you know that he was still watching you.

"Why don't you run a pretty finger up your panties for me, baby? Tell me how wet you are for me" You did as you were told, dragging your fingers up your clothed pussy, shivering at how your panties stuck to you. "You're so wet, aren't you baby? Just a few more minutes, then we'll be back home. I'll take good care of you, I promise, just keep yourself wet for me."

You nodded, feeling a jolt of excitement rush through you at what was about to happen.

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"Joong, please" You closed your eyes as HongJoong ripped open the door to the car, his knees meeting the floor of the car in an instant at the sound of your voice. HongJoong has made you touch yourself over your panties constantly, not letting you give yourself any relief. He parked in a spot in the parking garage that was hidden from everyone else and from the security camera, making sure that no one could interrupt you two. He closed the doors behind him as he cooed at you, promising to ease your pussy's ache as he placed kisses along your inner thighs, moving closer to you.

He soon hooked his fingers into your ruined panties, tugging down the fabric. He had to pause when he saw a string of your arousal connect with the panties, making him look away to ensure that he didn't cum in his pants. He wanted you to have all of his cum, not wanting to waste a drop.

He finished removing your panties, placing the fabric into his pocket before he took in a shaky breath; it wasn't out of nerves, but to control himself. He spread your legs as wide as they could go, biting his lip at the view of your spread pussy. "Such a wet and naughty pussy. Did you want me as much as I wanted it, baby?" You nodded as he leaned in, licking a long, slow stripe up your pussy. Both of your loud moans mixed in the car as he repeated his motion, slurping up any more wetness that leaked from you with urgency.

HongJoong soon sped up, his licks moving faster as he pushed a finger into you, curling it as his tongue played with your clit. He loved watching how you rode his tongue and fingers when he ate you out, wanting more of him as he drowned in your pussy. He licked up his wrist, catching more juices before his tongue replaced his fingers, making your hands rush into his blonde hair, your back arching against the car seat as you came and squirted. HongJoong moaned loudly, cussing as he cleaned you up. You lay limp against the seat as he finally pulled back from your pussy, moving up the seat to stand in front of you.

"Talk to me, baby. Let me know you're still here with me" he cupped your face as he spoke, his thumbs rubbing along your cheeks as he waited for you to come down. When you finally nodded, he smiled before pressing a small kiss to your forehead. "There you are, baby. You came so much for me."

You smiled at his praise, reaching for his cock that was now pressing against his velvet pants, HongJoong's hand gently grasping your wrist to stop you. "Not right now, baby, not in here. Lemme move the car closer to the elevator and take you up to the apartment." You pouted as he got out of the car to move to the front seat, meeting your eyes in the mirror as he said "trust me, baby."

You trusted him as he moved the car to park in front of one of the elevators before helping you inside. When you both finally made it inside the apartment, you had to pause at the doorway.

The apartment was decorated with tons of flowers and heart balloons, led candles were lit all around the place. It looked so romantic. You turned to HongJoong as he locked the front door and removed his shoes, an obvious smile on his face as he walked past you. "Did you do all of this, Joong?" You followed him into the living room, smiling as he finally faced you with a smile on his face. "Of course I did. My girlfriend put out an album despite not choosing me two weeks before it was due" You rolled your eyes playfully as he pulled you close to him, smiling as he placed a kiss on your cheek. "But, I did this to show how proud of you I am, Y/N. I mean that."

You smiled as he kissed you again, the kiss this time sweet as you cupped the back of his neck as he began to lead you down the hallway, stumbling with you into walls. When you both finally reached the bedroom, the kiss had intensified to the point where your tongues were caressing each other. HongJoong pressed you roughly against the door, his hands moving around your body before he ripped down the front of your dress, shoving his face in between your tits as he picked you up. You moaned his name as he carried you to the bed, laying you down on it with ease before he pulled back, standing up.

For the first time that evening, you saw HongJoong's desire in his eyes fully. He looked at you as he began to unbutton his suit, commanding you to watch when you tried to move closer. His eyes drunk in your sprawled-out body on the bed before he removed his jacket, making his way into the closet that was adjacent to the bed. You kicked your heels off as you watched HongJoong toss the velvet jacket onto the floor carelessly before he roughly separated some hanging clothes. He leaned into the clearing he made before he took out a dark blue box that was covered in stickers and had a ribbon on it.

That dark blue box was your and HongJoong's sex box. HongJoong called it 'Joong's box', a play on Pandora's box. Inside the box contained anything either one of you had bought to use during sex, having decorated the box so if anyone saw it, they wouldn't think anything of it.

When HongJoong turned to exit the closet, the two of you made eye contact for a brief moment, and you felt your body shiver. He looked so far gone, not even recognizing the depth of desire he had for you. He gently removed the ribbon as he approached the bed, his thumb flicking off the top of the box as he stood in front of you. He smirked as he looked through the box, picking what he wanted to use on you tonight before he placed the box down onto the nightstand.

He moved you to your knees, allowing your hands to run up and down the fabric of his pants before you began to unbutton his pants, eager to get a taste of him as he fiddled with the box. As you pushed his pants down his thighs, your eyes zeroed in on his cock as HongJoong soon pulled out something from the box, placing them on the bed before he moved to grab the box top. You took the opportunity while he put the box back to see what he took out, moaning softly at what he picked out.

Sitting on the bed next to you was a black cannon camera and a pair of fuzzy red handcuffs. You bit your lip as he returned, picking up the camera to inspect it. "I think there's enough memory in here for tonight, don't you baby? I mean, we are celebrating."

You watched as he positioned the camera on the nightstand to get the perfect angle of you and him before pressing record, leaning down to give you also a sweet kiss. His lips gently rolled with yours as he kissed you, taking all the air from your lungs as he held the back of your neck, keeping you in the kiss. His hands slowly moved down the back of your dress, dragging the zipper down with him as he did so. "Are you going to be good tonight, Y/N? Say it loud enough for the camera to hear, baby girl."

"I'll be good for you, HongJoong. I'll always be good for you" you moaned as he bit your bottom lip, a proud smirk on his lips as he pulled back. "Of course you'll be good for me, baby. That's all a dumb puppy in heat like you wants, huh? Just my cock pleasing you?" HongJoong watched as you nodded, pushing down his boxers with a proud smile lacing his lips.

"Yeah? Come get your cock then, baby. I know you've been craving it since we got home." You rushed to give his cock a few pumps as your tongue dragged along his tip, gathering his precum on your tongue as he leaned over to grab the camera, holding it in one hand as another hand went into your hair, pushing you down onto his cock. You and HongJoong closed your eyes as you began to bob your head, your hand pumping what you couldn't take as he tossed his head back, offering you praise through his moans. When you couldn't meet his eyes, you looked into the camera, doing whatever it took to hear him curse and moan your name.

HongJoong tossed his forward, forcing himself to watch as you bobbed your head on his cock. He then leaned over to place the camera back on the nightstand before the hand that was in your hair pulled you off his cock, some of your saliva mixed with his precum dropping from your lips as he tilted your head back. He smirked at the sight before leaning beside you, grabbing the handcuffs while you pressed kisses to the side of his face, desperate for him.

"Place your hands behind you, baby." You did as you were told, looking up at him as he handcuffed your hands behind you, stopping you from being able to feel him. You whined softly, about to complain when you felt a sharp sting on your ass, the spank echoing in the room as HongJoong hissed "Shut it."

You nodded as he eased you down on the bed so your head was hanging off the edge while the rest of your body rested on the bed, his hands moving to knee your breasts as he positioned his cock at your mouth. "You shouldn't need your hands to take my cock baby. No, baby girl, you're a pro." He moaned as he pushed into your mouth, gripping your breasts as he began to fuck your throat. You gurgled around his cock as he used your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets as he continued to speak.

"No, my baby is a slut. My baby knows how to take some cock, especially when it's mine. You even made a whole song about sex with me, didn't you?" HongJoong asked, his voice now deeper than usual as he pulled out of your mouth, looking down at you with dark eyes.

Near the end of producing your album, you had chosen to get inspiration from your many nights in the studio with your boyfriend and write a bonus track. When HongJoong heard it, he fucked you all around the studio in one night. To say HongJoong liked it was an understatement.

You nodded as he turned you over onto your stomach, cupping your jaw as he fed his cock into your mouth, resuming his rough pace as he moaned. "Wrote a whole song surrounding getting me cock, didn't you, baby? Fuck, and when everyone hears it, they're going to wonder who you're singing about, not knowing that you were on your producer's cock while you sang about riding it."

You couldn't help but moan louder at his words, grinding down against the bed for comfort. With the sight of you grinding against the bed, your moans, and his own words working him up, HongJoong pulled out to cum all over your lips and chin with a loud moan of your name. You gently licked your lips as HongJoong calmed down, his still hard cock pressing against his stomach as he finally opened his eyes to look at you. He smiled at the sight before his thumb moved along your lips, cleaning you off before he grabbed a towel, wiping off your face fully.

HongJoong uncuffed you before he got on the bed next to you, his hands helping you move to your back as he slowly pushed into you. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist as he leaned down to place his elbows onto either side of your head as he met your eyes. His eyes we not as dark as before, but softer as he slowly moved his hips. His hands soon intertwined with yours as he began to rock his hips to meet yours, placing small kisses around your face. "I know you're tired baby, just one more for me, ok? God, you're so perfect."

"One more" you purred against his lips, making him moan at your true fucked out state. He nodded, moaning against your lips "yeah, one more for me, baby. Fuck, I love you."

You felt your heart swell at his words, whispering that you loved him too as you both got lost in each other. HongJoong pressed his forehead against yours as he moved, pressing small kisses to your nose whenever he could before he moved to stuff his face into your neck. He felt his body heat up as he felt his climax approached, his breath now short as he let out a broken moan of your name as if he was calling out to you.

"Y/N...baby, I'm so close for you, I love you so goddam much" he moaned, moving to see your face as he moved faster, wanting to watch you fall apart. "Say my name, baby. Say my name while you cum for me. Let everyone know who you love"

"HongJoong," Your eyes rolled back as you came, your name leaving HongJoong's lips as he came with you, his hands slipping from yours to hold your face in a deep kiss as he shook. You wrapped your arms around him as you both rolled over onto your sides, the kiss slowing down to simple pecks. You both panted against each other's lips, holding each other as you both slowly came down.

HongJoong was the first one to move, standing up to go grab a towel before returning to you with shaky legs, both of you laughing when he fell onto the bed. He gently cleaned you up, whispering more praises to you and your pussy before he pulled you to his chest, rubbing your sides.

"So, you love me, huh?" Your question made your boyfriend of two years blush before turning away, making your smile grow. You moved to place your hands onto his shoulder, making him face you once more before you said "I love you, HongJoong. I wrote a whole damn album about you, so don't be the one getting embarrassed"

Your words made HongJoong smile and laugh, nodding before pulling your back down into his embrace, smiling at you snuggle into him. "How do you think your album is doing on the charts right now?" He asked, grunting as he stood up with you in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. You hummed against his shoulder, shrugging as he placed you on the toilet before going to turn on the shower.

HongJoong handed you your phone as he went into the bedroom, letting you check while he gathered shower stuff. When he returned, you had a bright smile on your face. "Number one everywhere and trending. Everyone is complimenting me and the producer."

Your words make your boyfriend laugh, placing the towels, lotion, and clothes onto the bathroom sink before he aimed the black camera to face the shower, making you smirk. "Why'd you bring the camera in here, baby?"

HongJoong smirked as he helped you to your feet, walking back into the shower with you as he said "I'm help you get inspiration for your next album. That's what a good producer does, baby. And, you're lucky, because you have one of the best helping you. Now, make sure you're loud enough for the camera baby, this all might be useful for another secret track."

Bambikisss | 2024

[symbiomancy]

movie —getō suguru

—summary: You can't decide on an outfit to wear to the movies.

—cw: f!reader, brother x sister, p in v sex, creampie, foreplay // AO3 ver

—wc: 3,8k (send help)

Suguru leans against your doorway, arms crossed over his chest. He takes a moment to survey your room, the clothes strewn across the floor, even more clothes piled onto your computer chair, a mountain of makeup items on your desk. With any luck you’ll clean up before he plans to vacuum tomorrow afternoon but knowing you, he’ll end up sorting through everything and cleaning up for you.

Ah, the  things he does for the sake of your company.

His eyes snap up from the floor when you step out from behind the closet, pulling a shirt over your head, the zipper of your skirt fisted in your free hand to keep it from slipping off.

“We’re going to be late,” he says and you visibly jump, tug the shirt over your head, hair sticking out in every direction. You frown at him, grab the first shirt off the floor your hand finds and throw it at his head. He catches it with ease, stares at you with an unamused look.

“Pervert,” you say, turning to the full-length mirror resting against the wall. “I can’t get these stupid socks to stay up.” You lift a leg to show off your white over the knee sock; its’ top curls into itself with the movement, slides down your knee.

“C’mere.” Suguru pushes off the doorway, beckons you along with the sweep of his hand. He piles your array of decorative pillows and stuffed animals to one side of the bed, just enough to give himself room to sit, and pats his thigh. You pull the packet of double-sided tape from the nightstand next to your bed, press it into his waiting hand, and sit on his lap. Suguru raises a brow at the back of your neck but doesn’t say anything, busies himself with peeling the strips of tape from the glossy paper to not be distracted by the way you squirm in his lap, his cock pressing against your ass.

He presses the pieces of tape against your thigh, then tugs the over-the-knee sock up. “Press down,” he says, breath ghosting against the shell of your ear. You clear your throat, let him adjust your fingers, and do as he says. Suguru places the tape onto your other thigh, pulls the sock over it and presses down, hands cupped around your thigh so everything adheres.

They’re warm, large. Sturdy. He cooks, he cleans — he folds your knees over your shoulders with them. Simple black rings adorn his fingers. His nail polish is chipping; you’re not sure if you have any black left. You make a mental note to grab a bottle from the store on your way home from the movie.

“There.” He tentatively releases his hold on your thigh. The ghost of his touch lingers, thrums beneath your skin. You peel yourself from his lap and skitter over to your mirror, do a twirl, lift one leg and then the other, drop into a crouch and stand again. The socks and their tape stay in place. You flash him a grin from the mirror, blow him a kiss that he catches, presses against his cheek. Warmth blooms in your chest.

Suguru lets himself flop onto his back, fishing his phone from his pocket to check the time. If you manage to get off your ass and get dressed in the next 15 minutes you might actually make it to the movie. 10 minutes, if you want to grab something from the concession stand. He navigates to the cinema’s homepage to check if and when there are any screenings for tomorrow. Then again, cleaning with you in the house is a day-long activity.

You frown at your reflection. Now that the socks stay up, you realize the pretty lace at the top doesn’t go with your skirt. It drops into an unceremonious pile on the floor as you unzip it and beeline over to your closet to flip through the skirts piled on their shelf. Maybe you should do a thorough try-on one day and get rid of everything you haven’t worn in a while or will never wear again. Bet your big brother would like that. You conjure an image of his heavy, heated gaze, staring at you through lidded eyes, a finger raised in a signal to give him a pretty twirl. The mere idea of it sends a jolt of excitement through your very being and you bury your face into the smooth fabric of a white skirt and squeal.

“You weren’t any more or less dressed when I got in the shower. Half an hour ago.” Suguru glances up from his phone just as you’ve stepped into the white skirt, tugging the zipper up.

“Yes, I was.” You stare at your reflection in the mirror. “Fuck, I need a new shirt.”

“What did I say about swearing?”

Heat erupts in your cheeks, in your ears, rolls into your torso and spreads into your extremities.

Suguru tucks away his phone, looks at you from his spot between the round migrating plushies, swats one away with his hand. It rolls off the bed. When you lean forward to grab a shirt from the ground, Suguru gets a full view of your ass, the curve of your cunt just barely peeking out. He places a hand over his half-hard cock, palms it through his pants. “The fuck are you wearing? That’s not underwear; that’s silly string between your ass.”

“Is so.” Your hand shoots to your behind, tucks the skirt hem against your cheeks. “You can see it through the fabric can’t you?”

“That too.” Even if there’s barely anything to see, he thinks, but doesn’t bother verbalizing it.

You frown, brows furrowed, and turn your lower body to check your reflection in the mirror. It’s not noticeable unless you know where to look, but if you lean forward… The skirt hikes up when you test it and you make an indignant noise in the back of your throat, stand up ramrod straight.

“Seriously?” You tug on the back of your skirt again, lean forward. It hikes up again, pussy on full display.

Suguru has tucked his phone back into his pocket, now upright again, sitting on the edge of your bed, elbows resting on his knees. He eyes the flimsy fabric, the way you flash your pretty little cunt at him every time you try to bend over and the skirt hikes up. A warmth curls at the base of his spine and his cock jerks in his pants, tenting the material. He stands.

You don’t even notice he’s moved at all until he stops behind you, swings an arm around your front, pulls you flush against him. He rolls his hips against your ass, cock straining in his pants. You push back against his body, delight in the little gasp it elicits from him, so breathy. “See what you do to me?” He mutters, words muffled against the side of your neck. “Are you going to take responsibility for getting your big brother like this?”

You hum, a denial on the tip of your tongue as you lean forward to adjust your frilly socks, and Suguru’s body follows, arms still tightly wound around your waist. His cock presses against your barely-covered pussy, drags the fabric just enough to send a jolt to your core, heat pooling between your legs. You take an even breath in, ignore the heat of his breaths against your skin.

“That’s a you problem, pervert.”

Suguru releases his grip on you, tilts his head just enough to catch your eye in the mirror; one which you immediately turn your gaze away from to stare at your socked feet, hands working on smoothing down the wrinkles in your skirt. Maybe this one won’t do, either. You very pointedly don’t look up when his hands rest on your shoulders and he coaxes you to turn around to face him.

He leans forward, wraps his arms around your thighs and throws you over his shoulder. You squeal, hands finding purchase in the back of his black shirt, and his own hand smacks against your ass with a crisp smack and you nearly squeal again. Suguru turns, stalks across the room and drops you onto the spot he’d cleared on your bed, although it has once again been overtaken by your round forever migrating plushies. They bounce with you, several dropping to the ground and rolling away.

You barely have enough time to reorient yourself when his hands close around your ankles and tug you over to the edge of the bed. He leans in, one knee placed on the very edge of your bed, just shy of your cunt, hands on either side of your head. His hair is messy, strands falling out of the half-up style he’s sporting.

“Now is that any way to talk to your big brother?” He brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead with a hum. “I cook for you, clean, help you with your homework, let you climb into my bed because you’re so afraid of the dark—”

Your hand strikes out, aiming for his side but he catches it, fingers wrapping tightly around yours. He lifts it to his face and presses a kiss against the inside of your wrist. “S-Sorry,” you croak out with what must amount to a grimace, not an attempt at a smile.

“I take care of you… I spoil you rotten, and you call me a pervert.” He tuts. “I can look at you if I want to; you were made for me. These hands,” he spreads your fingers, laces them with his, “this face,” his eyes land on you, half-lidded and smoldering, and heat erupts under your skin, blooms in your face and you have the sudden desire to shy away from him, burrow between the blankets and never look at him again. “This body — this pussy.” He brings his knee forward, presses it against your cunt, smears your arousal against the jean fabric. Your mouth falls open, back arching, hips bucking into him. “Everything about you was made for me. Just me.”

The world swims. You breathe in, nearly choke on it when Suguru adjusts his knee, the coarse jean fabric dragging against your throbbing pussy. He’s so good, always knows how to take care of you, better than anyone.

“Say it.”

“What?” You blink, mind fuzzy, composure fraying at the edges.

“You were made for me.”

“I was made for you.”

“Good girl.” Suguru leans in, presses his face to the crook of your neck, lips ghosting over the sensitive skin. A shiver strikes down your spine, into your core, wetness pooling between your legs. His lips press down into a chaste kiss against your neck and u whimper. He gains courage from it, brings his lips flush against your skin in featherlight open-mouthed kisses. They trail up the column of your neck, over the curve of your jaw, to the corner of your mouth. He pulls back with a grin, pupils blown, eyes half-lidded.

You pout up at him, bring a hand to the back of his neck, the soft strands of hair splayed between your fingers, and pull his lips onto yours. His tongue surges forward, pries your lips apart and wraps around your own. There are large hands in your hair and on your throat and on your jaw, fingers pressing down against your cheeks, cupping your face. He tastes like mint, like that gum he likes, the one that’s so overwhelmingly minty it makes you sneeze every time you chew it. But on his tongue, it’s a pleasant aftertaste, something you could easily get addicted to. 

Suguru adjusts his stance, leans on one hand to bring the other one away from your face to explore your body, fingers ghosting over your skin. They graze the underwire of your bra and he pulls back abruptly, a string of spit connecting your lips, to frown at the offending garment.

You follow his gaze, prop yourself onto your elbows, fingers attempting to undo the hooks at your back. Suguru stares at your exposed throat and leans in to press a chaste kiss against it. Then another and another, trailing down as you frantically attempt to dislodge the bra hooks, heart thundering in your chest. He grazes his teeth over your skin, bites down and you mewl at the pain that erupts in your flesh. Suguru mutters an apology against your throat, presses his tongue flat against the bite. It soothes the pain, but does little to calm your pulse in your ears.

Your hands are shaking, a sob stuck in your throat. This stupid bra and those stupid hooks, bent out of shape and always getting stuck, ruining everything —

“Breathe,” Suguru mumbles as he resumes his movement, inching closer to your breasts. “You can do it. Take a breath.” His hands glide down the length of your torso, grab a handful of ass each, and squeeze. “You’re okay.”

You swallow around the panic clawing up your throat and run your fingers over the hooks behind your back. Two are loose, just the one remaining latched. Suguru’s lips return to you, bite down at the skin pulled taut over the collarbone. He suckles on the blooming bruise, runs his warm tongue over it to soothe the ache.

The bra finally — finally — releases and you claw the straps from your shoulders, discard the item onto the floor and tangle your fingers in his hair. Suguru snatches your free hand, pins it against the bed, continues his assault of open-mouthed kisses over the expanse of your skin. He nibbles on the plush of your breast.

His tongue circles your nipple, glides over it and you buck your hips voluntarily. His hot mouth closes around the stiff peak and he chuckles. It reverberates against your skin, in the very cavity of your chest. You shiver, too warm and too cold at once, and grind down on the knee between your legs.

Suguru releases your breast, huffs a cool breath against it and you inhale, sharp and high-pitched. He tuts. “So impatient.” His grip on your thighs slackens, moves across the skin, fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. They stop at the hem of your skirt, lingering there for just a moment and you whine, tug on the fistful of hair in your vise grip. His mouth falls open in a barely audible gasp, eyes fluttering shut, a notch between his brows.

Fuck, you think, that had to have hurt. You untangle your shaking hand, wince when a few strands stick to your sweaty fingers and tug his head along. Sorry, sorry, sorry, you chant in your head, angling your hand between your bodies to tug at the skirt’s zipper. One of his hands swats yours away, then pushes under the white fabric. His fingers ghost over your underwear — fuck, there really is barely any fabric to it — over your clit and you buck against them.

“Keep it on,” he says, voice smooth and rich. His fingers burrow under your underwear — really, you’re never wearing anything like that out of the house, period, he’ll make sure of it if he has to — and slide through your folds, circle your clit. His thumb comes to rest against your entrance. He pulls your lips apart, gathers your essence onto the digit. 

“Suguru…” You whine. He hums, takes a breath to ease the horrible discomfort rearing it’s ugly head in his pants. “Stop teasing and put it in already; you’re gonna ruin it if you keep being mean.”

He laughs, low and honey-like as he withdraws slightly, places his hands onto your thighs to push them apart. He snatches a decorative pillow from the foot of your bed to prop under your hips. It leaves him nearly at eye-level with your weeping cunt. The non-existent underwear is drenched and he pushes the sopping fabric aside, stares at the threads of slick connecting it to your swollen pussy. He pauses, watches you clench around nothing and fuck, it sends a jolt straight to his dick. It presses against the crotch of his jeans, so hard it aches. At this pace, he might cum on the spot.

“You’re going to kill me like this, baby,” he says as he hooks his fingers over your ruined panties and tugs them down your thighs.

“You gotta make up your mind; do you want my legs open or closed?”

He sends you a playful glare and pulls his shirt over his head, drops it onto the pile on the floor. His belt buckle clangs against the wooden floor and he almost trips over his pants and boxers when you let your thighs fall open, a hand spreading your pussy. You clench around nothing, so desperate for your big brother’s cock.

Suguru spits into his hand, gives his cock three quick tugs because that’s all he can handle; he might really bust in his hand like a loser if he doesn’t get to be inside you right now. He lines himself up, drags the tip through your folds, gathering your arousal on his tip and you moan, low and just barely there but it sends a fire spreading under his skin and he can see his cock jump at the sound.

He presses the head of his cock against your dripping cunt and pauses just as he’s about to breach it. “Breathe,” he instructs, “relax. I take care of you, don’t I?” You nod frantically, take a deep breath in to quell your racing heart. Suguru nudges the tip of his cock inside and slides in slowly, inch-by-inch, breath by breath. When he bottoms out, pelvis flush against yours, he pauses and you both release a long breath. He’s so big, so thick, fills you up so perfectly — fuck, maybe you really were tailor-made for him — and you clench around him — fuck, you can barely clench those muscles with him inside — and he exhales, quick this time, nothing but a low hiss of pleasure. You’re so warm, so tight, he’s going to lose his mind, and he decides that yes, this is the only pussy he wants out of this life, yours, always yours because fuck, you take him so well.

You reach out, place your hands onto his shoulders, slide them across the skin until your fingers meet at the nape of his neck.

Suguru leans down, presses a kiss to your lips, tongue wrapped around yours. He swallows your wanton moan, sinks his teeth into your bottom lip. You clench around him involuntarily. “Shit — you’re gonna fuckin’ castrate me like this, baby. Are you that desperate for your big brother’s cock?” His hips twitch and he pulls back slightly, agonizingly slow but the drag of him is so sweet you see black spots in the edge of your vision. He fills you up so well when he bottoms out, tip nudging so deep you almost see stars.

He picks up the pace, hips jerking forward faster, harsher, and your eyes roll back and you’re merely working with Suguru’s motions now. He’s rutting into your poor pussy like an animal in heat, heavy breaths escaping him, caressing your sweat-slick skin. Heat coils in your stomach, you’re so close to the edge, ready to tip off and dissolve into a gooey, mindless, weightless bliss.

“Suguru, I’m—”

“Do it.” 

Heat flushes through you, pussy clenching around him as your orgasm crashes into you, knocks the breath from your lungs. The world becomes blurry, you can barely register your own ragged breaths as the warmth travels through you, and white sparks behind your eyelids if you try to close them. The euphoria of it races through your veins, sets every nerve ending alight, tapering at your fingertips. It laps at your thoughts, submerges every possible thought in a sea of Suguru, how good he is to you, how good he makes you feel, how well his cock fits into you, and how well you fit around his cock, like you’re made for each other.

Suguru’s hips speed up, it’s too much and you want to cry but it’s heavenly, too much and too little at the same time, you want to push him away and pull him in at the same time. He’s pistoning into you, rhythm almost sloppy, and then—

He stills abruptly, presses himself deep into your still-spasming cunt, so deep it draws another mewl from your lips, and spills inside. Warm, he’s so warm, he fills you up so well. You wrap your exhausted, shaking, legs around his waist, hook your heels together to keep him in place. Every muscle in your body is sore, screaming for rest as he drapes his torso on top of yours, forehead resting against your shoulder, chest heaving.

He becomes dead weight on top of you all at once. His skin is sticky with a sheen of sweat and you place a hand on the back of his neck, card your fingers through the sweat-slick strands of what has remained of his hairstyle. The world stands still for a few moments, the rev of an engine and bird chitter filtering in through the cracked window. This is nice, you decide, you could stay here, like this, with your big brother, the moment frozen in time forever for you to keep.

Then Suguru groans, braces his hands on either side of his hips and pushes himself up with shaking arms and pulls out. His cum dribbles out of you as he leaves and you almost sigh. This is a nice set of sheets. He stays as he is, hunched over, arms slowly regaining their strength, and stares, transfixed, as his cum oozes out of you. He eases himself onto his knees in front of the bed and scoops some of the escaping cum up with his fingers, pushes it back into your puffy cunt. You whine low in your throat and his gaze snaps up.

“I’m sticky ‘cause of you.”

He sighs and dissolves into a short, low laugh. He pulls his fingers out, wipes them against your thigh. “C’mon,” he wraps a hand around either ankle and pulls you closer, “bath time.” He unzips your skirt and tugs the socks free of the tape — hey, they survived you getting railed by your big brother — and discards them amidst the piles of clothes on the floor.

“But we’re missing the movie.”

“We can go tomorrow. Or…” He stands, slides one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, lifts you up. You cringe when your body is jostled with the movement and something slips out of you, glance over your shoulder at the glob of cum that’s splattered on the floor. “We could just make our own movie. When you’re older.”

note: iirc this is my first actual p in v smut, we can only go up from here, lads

divider/banner credit: @/cafekitsune

[crymphatic]

Gamer boy gives birth, that's it. I'm sorry if the story I made is a mess, I haven't polished my narrative writing skills in a long time since I have done nothing in 2023, but write conventional stuff. My brain got fried on our 24 page manuscript. Uncensored ver is in the void because I can't verify my twitter :d

Edit: up on pixiv again with revisions and additional stuff :D

https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/115124297

The contractions started hours ago, but he doesn't care. He needs to finish this chapter of the game or else he'd be behind everyone else. Why did the game had to update today of all days?

He'd been sat on that gaming chair sweaty, and determined to finished that game. His eyes focus on the screen as he ignores the contractions tht ripple throughout his lower half. They were getting closer from each other. It's almost time, he knows, but couldn't it wait until he finds the exit of this level? The pressure in his ass is getting harder, and harder to ignore. He wants the little shit out, but then he can't finish this game if he's too occupied giving birth. His water breaks during the height of the chase between him the monster. It soaked his expensive gaming chair, and trickles from his legs to the floor, his shorts were long discarded in the laundry pile.

"Oh, goddammit why now?!Couldn't you wait a little longer baby?! Augh!!!" He bores down as a strong contraction pulses through him, denying his body's urge to push.

"Fuck do I gotta push yet? Ughhhh, this is horrible..." He reaches down his anus to feel and check himself. 10 cm, he's fully dilated. He doesn't immediately pull out his fingers, he sticks three fingers in and thrusts in and out to help ease the pain. His other hand pauses the game with his controller.

"Hahhh..." He pants, for a moment, then looks at the paused game on the screen. He died and respawned back to the room before the chase begins. "I don't wanna do it agaaaiiinnn....!" He whines, and push through another contraction. His pushing does little to his emerging bundle. He continues to finger himself for a moment, then takes his hand out and unpauses the game. He pushes again a bit before playing again. His character runs in a long dark hallway with many obstacles to dodge, he troubles to focus on avoiding them as he begins to succumb to his body's urge to get up and give birth.

Another contraction, he pushes hard, almost letting go of the controller in his hand.

"AUGHHH!! Get out already!" He feels the head begin to crown. He should definitely be in a better position, so he does. He squats on the gaming chair, his hole stretches with the head of his baby. Panting he stops, and the head goes back in. He grips the armrest for support with one hand, the controller being crushed in the other.

"Oh god... Don't go back in... " He looks at the screen again. His character's in that room again. He doesn't touch the controller to restart the chase again. This time he pushes harder than ever on the next contraction.

His anus opens a window that his baby is beginning to peer into. It widens as he pushes and pushes. it's beginning to crown again. He release a push and this time the head did not go back in. All this birthing fluid and birthing in general is ruining his expensive gaming chair.

"Yeah... That's it. Be good for mommy... hah... And come out...! Augh!!" He bears down as he pushes He feels his anus be engorged in a fiery pain as his baby slowly comes to full crown. Stopping before he reaches his widest point, he reaches down and feels. The waterworks are waterworking their way, he was willing to finish a stupid video game rather than this? He continues and he's at his widest. The pain is almost over. There's a full length mirror in front of him and he looks at his baby. The stretched flesh around the head makes gives him the ick, he's never doing this again, the head looks like a human baby's head and not an alien like he first hoped. The head's seems to have blonde hair like his, it makes him thankful that his baby didn't get the sperm donor's shit brown hair. He doesn't have the time to appreciate it more when he starts to push again. The pain felt like nothing he'd ever experienced before, his dick's hard, and his face contorted into a pained expression. Whines escapes his throat, and doesn't care if noise leaks into the apartment next to his.

"Ugh,... Hah..." He grunts as he pushes again. The head pops out completely, he's thankful for it, it's almost over.

[tokischaaaaa]

corny (full version)

!hamzah x !poc reader

summary: hamzah meets reader in curaçao , reader works at a vets clinic on the island, hamzah meets reader on the island due to him driving carelessly and hurting a liter of kittens. (hamzah’s a little dumb in dis one :P)

warning! : fluff!! some smut :P

word count!: 2.3k

   come back to me- janet jackson

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it was hamzah’s second to last night in curaçao, he wanted to go out with a bang. not litterly to, he just wanted to get out on his own since he has been stuck with martin’s family the whole week. as hamzah was walking out, martin was editing the iguana mukbang, “be safe dude, let me know if you need something or if something goes wrong.” martin said seriously while still focused on the computer in front of him. hamzah nodded, appreciative of his friends worry of his wellbeing.

hamzah grabbed the keys on the counter and started his travels, he decided to plug in the directions to the farthest beach, soto is what popped up. he plugged his phone into the aux and began driving, as he was driving he realized how the sun was leaving his view, he decided to follow the sun, ‘screw the gps’ he said to himself. he followed the sun, followed it so he could see the sunset. last time he saw the sunset was with his siblings 5 years ago, finding and watching the sunset made him feel an emotional urge to follow the sun no matter what.. 

well until a cat popped up in the road, hamzah slammed the brakes. his heart was beating so fast that he his ears were pulsing at the same rate, he pulled over and opened his car door to see the mother kitten’s side slightly bleeding. hamzah’s mind was racing, ‘what should i do? should i call the police?’ he kept asking himself. from a distance he could hear a bike approaching him, he turned around and saw a young woman with green cargo shorts, blue bikini top and the thick curly brown hair that had risen due to the humidity approach him. “ya a’right?” she asked in her heavy accent, it took hamzah a few moments to answer her since she was so breathtaking, the departing sun had left such a beautiful filter across her skin, her skin was basically the color of deep gold. “hello, ya all right mister?” she asked once again, “oh, yes. no! i’m not alright, i was driving and this cat family stopped in the middle of the road, and then i tried-”. hamzah said attempting to explain while rubbing his forehead. “yeah im sure you tried,” the young woman scoffed as she got off her bike to inspect the wounded cat. 

as the young woman continued checking the wounded cat out, she said, “what are you even doing out here this late?”

“might sound corny, just wanted to follow the sun.” 

“ha! wait, what does corny mean?” 

“means like awkward funny, but yea i was just doing that.” 

“oh okay, so you running over this cat is corny!” she exclaimed putting her finger to her chin.

“no! that’s a horrible example!” hamzah cried

“what’s ya name man,” she asked softly placing the hurt cat in her arms. 

“hamzah, and you’rs?”

she said her name, her accent thicker than before. she took a cloth out of her pocket, and held it out to hamzah. “man hamzah, take this cloth and wrap the kittens in it. don’t forget one.” 

“okay, but what are you doing?”

“we doing! we gonna go to my clinic, ya messed up the mama.” she said.

hamzah nodded but before he could ask about transportation the young woman said , “we gotta ride in ya monster truck.” she smiled. 

hamzah nodded and opened the door for her with one hand while the other was holding the crying kittens. as they got in the car, the young woman directed hamzah to the clinic. as they were on the road, hamzah continued his music, now ‘too good’ by drake was playing , “this won’t take long, you’ll be able to see the sunset trust.” the young woman said. she realized how when hamzah was explaining the incident he was very passionate and determined to see the sunset. she could tell that that action had a very significant meaning to hamzah. 

hamzah’s worry started to drift, as his eyes stayed glued to the road he felt a pair of eyes looking at him, trying to read him, “what are you staring at?” hamzah said in a deep tone. “the corny hurter of the mother of the kittens,” she said giggling. “i told you i didn’t mean to!” hamzah gasped. “sure pretty boy, turn on the next stop sign.” the young woman said getting closer to hamzah and gently touching his jawline.

 being frank, the young woman was slightly tipsy from drinking a few too many mojitos at the beach. however that didn’t stop her from helping those who she specialized helping, animals. 

as she touched hamzah’s jaw , hamzah felt an urge to give her a sign to continue. it had been too long since he felt this especially from a stranger. 

“keep going.” he demanded. the young woman’s eyes widened. she blinked a few times before decking to continue, she came to the realization that meeting such an attractive stranger that obviously wasn’t a regular to the island was a rare, a rare moment that was worth taking advantage of like there wasn’t a tomorrow. but before she could continue with her plan to indulge in her lustful behavior she had to take care of the cats. she gently stroked his jaw once again, slower this time, feeling his skin. 

she quickly took off her finger once she reached his chin, “you too distracting pretty boy, the poor cats need my attention not you.” she sneered. hamzah scoffed in response. “okay sure, but maybe, i can get some of that attention if you know what i mean.” he smirked giving her the message.

“oh i get what you mean pretty boy.” she smiled looking down and playing with one of the kittens that laid in her lap. 

🌤

as they arrived to the clinic, she took out her keys from her pocket, unlocked the door and went into vet mode. she gently grabbed the mother cat from hamzah and moved her to the desk to see where she had gotten hurt.

the mother cat had been slightly injured by hamzah’s tires twisting due to the force of him stopping the car. thankfully, the other kittens weren’t hurt and the mother only needed a few stitches. “you seem very dedicated to helping cats.” hamzah scoffed. “very, obviously you aren’t.” she teased raising an eyebrow at him. hamzah rolled his eyes in return.

as she finished her work with the cats she gave hamzah the thumbs up, “what are you gonna do with them now?” he asked. “probably put them back into nature, they obviously aren’t anybody’s.” she sighed taking off her gloves. “oh,” hamzah said looking down. “why? you wanted one of the kittens.” she sneered, hamzah pointed to the one he wanted. the same black cat that she was playing with in the car.

“you sly corny dog.” she said biting her lip. “but actually i’ll have to keep them here overnight just to make sure that there aren’t anything else going on with the family.” she sighed. 

as she put them into their crates, she turned and looked to hamzah to let him know they could now leave. 

hamzah’s eyes turned darker as soon as she gave that signal to him something abrupted in hamzah, maybe it was the late hour of the night, maybe the slight flirting in the car, or the way she approached him. her aura, her presence was something that was foreign to him but just pulled him in more into who she was. 

he grabbed her hand and ran with her to the car, hamzah looked to the sky quickly, ‘there’s still time.’ he said smiling to himself. “what are you smiling about pretty boy?” she asked, “dont you worry about it.” he smirked. 

as soon as both of them were in the car, hamzah went towards the toto beach he was originally trying to get to in the start of his trip. as he was driving, he looked to his right and saw her outside the window. hamzah’s breath was taken away, this beautiful sight of the curaco local gave him more motivation to get to the beach quicker. 

as hamzah pulled up to the empty parking lot, he ran to open her door. as she was going to walk out she was taken by surprise, her legs had been placed around hamzah’s waist. and her head was gently held onto facing his shoulder.

as he carried her to the beach, she couldn't help but pull out a joint and a the smallest lighter ever. she waited until she was put down to light up the za. “whats that smell?” hamzah asked, oblivious to what she had in her hands. “maria juana,” she said before placing her lips onto his juicy lips. a moan escaped hamzah’s mouth as he was still in shock. he was touch starved for too long, he waited, and waited, just for this special moment. 

hamzah gently lay her on her back, she felt the smooth warm sand on her back with also the feeling of hamzah undoing her bikini top. “go faster boy,” she said in a darker tone.

he nodded and proceed to go faster, he threw the bikini topp off and began to kiss her neck, each kiss diving deeper into her sunkissed skin. each kiss getting lower and lower, getting to her naked breasts hamzah didnt stop.

once he appraoced her breasts he began slowly and softly kissing her nipples, her nipples becoming more erectd after every kiss. she grabbed the blunt and lighter once again and lit the blunt. as she took the first hit, hamzah started licking her nipples in circles. loud moans escaped her lips, she couldnt help but place her free hand behind his neck, inching his whole mouth closer to her nipples so he could suck her whole tit. she couldnt help but be impatient, she hadnt felt so much pleasure by someone's actions in so long, she didnt want anymore teasing she wanted this fine stranger with her now!

as the night progressed, the makeout session between the two strangers advanced to them touching all over, and one the two had became high they couldnt get their hands off of eachother. as the sun was making its final appearance on the earth, they both took time off of their nonstop makeout session to look at this priceless moment that is a once in a lifetime opportunity. as they saw the sun finally lower, she passed him the blunt once again, as he was about to take a hit, his phone began to ring.

“hello?” hamzah said in a groggy voice.

“dude! its dark out!” martin yelled on the other side.

hamzah stood up and walked a few feet away to finish his call, he turned around to catch a glance at the stranger, however she was gone. 

“you are just as unfamiliar as i am with this island as everyone else! come home bro!” martin said continuing his lecture to hamzah. 

“martin i get it. ill be home soon.” hamzah said then hung up the phone. 

he was in shock, the girl he had just met had left in just momments. she didnt even leave anything behind, from what he could tell. all that lay from where she pmce was a antillean guilder (curaçao currency). as he bent down to grab the paper, on the back read a message.

xxx-xxx-xxxx. pretty boy hamzah, let me know what day youre leaving the island → pretty gyall

hamzah laughed at how messy her hand writing was, but was grateful not all hope had been lost in this remarkable stranger he met tonight.

before hamzah made his journey back home, he texted her his address and what day he’d be leaving. he was planning on talking to her through text or to try to know more about her but he was already at the point of his high where all he wanted to do was sleep. 

later, hamzah arrived back to the rented condo and was met by martin’s disappointment. hamzah shrugged it off and knocked right out on the couch. 

the next morning, hamzah was shooken awake by small hands. he slowly openedhis eyes and saw the same black kitten from last night, the one that she played with in the car. on the kittens neck was a collar that had a note attached to it. 

oh pretty boy, last night was fun but oh how funny time flies when youre having fun. i hoped you enjoyed my island, my home. i decied i wanted to gift you with the kitten you had your eyes on, her name is ‘e ta stima’, it means lover. we may not meet or talk again, but youll always have the kitten as a part of me to look after your corny yet kind soul.  thank you, island gyal.

hamzah couldnt help but be confused about the last part, ‘we wont talk again?’ hamzah asked himself. he opened his phone and tried to text the phone number she had given him last night however as he sent a text his message became green. ‘shit!’ he hissed. hamzah looked at the note once again and the kitten. he felt a tear fall off of his cheek and onto the kittens head. “oh im sorry poor guy,” hamzah chuckled before looking down, “shit, i mean poor girl.” hamzah cleared his throat and laid back down and e ta stima cuddled next to the crook of hamzah’s neck. 

“so where’d the black cat come from hamzah?” martin said as he entered hamzah’s apartment to record a video (i know they dont normally record at hamzahs place)

“dont worry about it, lets get started.” hamzah said clearing his throat.

tokischaaa talks: i heard dis help with algorothim n i thought itd be easier for yall to read it full rather than half n shi

btw this song is rlly good n yall should listen <3

[tervaneula]

Immediately dropping into your ask box like a nuke!!

TERV!! I GOTTA FUCKING FIND YOU AND HUG YOU TIGHTLY WITH PLATONIC KISSES BECAUSE THIS FIC HAD IMMEDIATELY CAGED MY HEART!!!

What i thought it would be a smoll thing like "oh i just met you, and now i miss you~" had turned into a fucking drama real quick!

Coming into the fic and get slapped by the art of what Leo looks like - i know what he look like am just eating the new piece of art you just made, don't judge/lh/t - and GOD he's so handsome~ Am like that one meme where i bite your piece of art AND the fic like an unhinged dog and go

JUST FROM HOW EXCITED I AM!! I NEED TO STOP TO CALM MYSELF SO I CAN CONTINUE READING YOUR FIC AND AM JUST "UGGHHH JUST CALM DOWN ALREADY!! BUT I CAN'T AM JUST SO HAPPY!!!!" That's how i feel each time am reading your fic or seeing a new piece of art you're dropping!!

But not getting side track - lol - I dropped in and am ready to sucker-punch the vendors because BITCH don't be rude to my baby turtle! Poor one begin a very good boy and brother and bringing in the orange to his orange brother *ba-dum-dss* (get it? No? Okay i'll see myself out/jk)

Am surprise he haven't described the village as monkeys - no disrespect to the monkeys i just remembered when a punch of people snickering a lot they sound like one, kinda a fun fact lol - because they're making a lot of sounds. But for once, they've done a good thing as they pointed out where's Leo's spul mate is

Poor one must be really tired and exhausted because when he heard commotion, he did hoped he could solve it to earn the village's respect, he just wants him and hus family to feel welcomed and not be bothered by anybody. (Gosh can imagine my baby Raph begin emotionally upset and Mikey jump to be Dr. D.T on them 🥺)

And i love how you described him as it already peaked Leo's interest, imagine how the turtle would laugh so hard from knowing how the rabbit gotten his scars and Leo asking him through tears of laughter "for real??"

When you mentioned the part where the rumors are mentioned about him only one scare the children, i thought "what if they found a lost child and took care of them before returning them home and they saw how the other is just so great at begin a parent?" Like this's the type of boxes that would check a great parent

But when they were about to fight i hated how the villagers are begin so crule like "best case scenario-" like can i bitch slap this person?! This's just so rude! And it broke my heart watching usagi flinch from the cuss and threat, like he's a baby boy, idk why he's wondering outside but he doesn't deserve all this hate 🥺😢

And when he dmanded for a fight i felt like "wait, is he like giving up?" Because i could be wrong but there's 2 reasons why he asked for a right: 1- the vendors refused to sell him no matter what because he's a stranger with a bad reputation. 2- maybe because he doesn't want to steal, he asked for a fight with the oranges as a reward for the winner. Because if he won it won't be a crime of stealing, right?

And i can't help that he had been treated like this for a while from village to a village. 😭

Just when they're about to fight that dart got me confused, is it a 3rd party whose evil? Nope- well.. Kinda? It's the weird one, i laughed when i figured it was Donnie 😂 like he is weird!

But it got me surprised because i thought you meant the teenage Donnie not the big one, but when i read their names as full name i thought 'is this the adult ver? Will tell little them be involved?' Tho i don't think so.

But OHH I WANT TO PUNCH HIM SO BAD!! What do you mean OVERDOSE?! For a smart one, you don't have a brain to think, what if he have bad rumors like you guys?! But i guess this's the curse of knowing something the characters don't know, AAAAGGHHH am about to punch him!!/hj

Leo carrying the unconscious bunny, i felt it's a call back to your very first fic about nqk and usagi meeting first, remember how Leonardo was knocked out like a potato and usagi carried him like a princess? LEO'S DOING THE SAME!! 🥰😍😭 AHHHH I CAN JUST IMAGINE IT IN MY HEAD!!

AND DONNIE IS GETTING THAT SCOLDING FOR ALMOST KILLING A BUNNY!

Ahhh the end where Leo would admit it may be bad to take care of a stranger but won't admit he's in love it's like that one song "i won't say am in love" 😭😭

👆 you dropping into my askbox

IF YOU FIND ME YOU CAN HUG ME TIGHTLY WITH PLATONIC KISSES ANYTIME AHHAHJHAJH I'm so so so glad you enjoyed this (and thought that Leonardo is handsome in the art) >8D<3333

I'm very head empty rn and I'm so sorry this reply is so short but just know that EVERY SINGLE THOUGHT OF YOURS is so good and I was just nodding along as I read the ask 🙏🙏🙏 I made the villagers purposefully really mean because this is supposed to be an ~edgy~ AU but goddang they're AWFUL. 😂

That taking care of a lost child bit though! OUAUHHGGHGFh,,,, I imagined that scenario and fell over in tears /pos /aff

But yeah there are no teen turtles in this one, and Donatello is. Well. I mentioned in NQK that wartime Donatello had his "special brand of ethics" and this version of him is not much different XD

"Leo carrying the unconscious bunny, i felt it's a call back" IT WAS A CALLBACK HEHEHEHEHE I'M SO HAPPY YOU CAUGHT THAT

GOSH ANYWAYYYY thank you again for putting this AU into my little head and for reading the chapter and commenting and ahhghgd you're amazing!!!!!! Also the second chapter will get posted very soon heehee hoohoo <3

[skz-streamer]

Solace - Sfw

COLLAB W @cherry-edibles NSFW VERSION

Pairing: Skz x fem!reader

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, 

Warnings: mentions of death, crying...lmk if there's anything else

Notes: Hi Hi!!!! Bae here :) so cherry and I decided to do a collab cause she writes smut and I write fluff n stuff...idkkk I dont like posting smut on this acc so her ver is linked above :)

Summary: You hate your annoying roommate Hyunjin, but after what happened…maybe you find solace in him.

-please read responsibly, and remember that this work is fiction and meant strictly for imaginative fun. the idols used in fics are more accurately faceclaims and personality outlines for imaginary characters, and should not be interpreted as factual representations of existing people

Full word count ~1.2k ;)

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You live with Hyunjin, and to be honest, he’s a pain in the ass. He's always teasing you and annoying you, like a persistent fly buzzing next to your ear. But despite your feelings, you have to suck it up and live with him because you both share an apartment. You don't really know what he does, and you don't really care. Your focus is mainly on your college workload. All you know is that he trains at some entertainment company or something. Whatever.

"I'ma head out," you say, preparing to take Kkami, the dog you both love equally, to the vet. Kkami has been feeling sick recently, so you both decided it would be best to get him a check-up. You walk out of the apartment, with Kkami happily wagging his tail by your side.

"Sure, keep me posted," is all you hear as you exit through the door. You're determined to take care of Kkami, even if it means putting up with Hyunjin's irritating presence for a while longer.

You drive your way over to the vet, gripping the steering wheel tightly, trying to convince yourself that everything is going to be okay. But deep down, you can't shake off the nervousness that is pulsing through your veins. As you park the car and step out, you take a deep breath, hoping it will steady your racing heart.

Entering the vet's office, you take a seat, your leg bouncing up and down rapidly, betraying your anxiety. The minutes seem to stretch into eternity as you anxiously wait for the vet to emerge from her office, carrying the weight of the verdict you so desperately need to hear.

Finally, you hear the click of the lock on the office door, and there she is, the vet, her blank expression a stark contrast to the warm smile she wore when you first met her. You try to maintain your composure, mustering some confidence even though your heart feels like it's about to burst.

As she speaks, her words hit you like a tidal wave. "He only has a week left, and he is in deep pain right now," she says, her voice filled with empathy. "You can either choose to put him down or wait. Take your time in making this decision."

The weight of her words crashes down upon you, threatening to break the fragile composure you've managed to hold onto. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to stream down your face, but you fight to keep them at bay. This is not the time to break down. This is the time to be strong for your beloved companion.

Nodding your head in acknowledgment, you thank the vet for her honesty and advice. You rise from the chair, your legs feeling weak, but you steady yourself as you make your way back to the car. As soon as you close the door behind you, the floodgates burst open, and tears cascade down your cheeks.

Sitting there in the driver's seat, memories of all the moments you've shared with Kkami come rushing back. The joyful walks in the park, the endless cuddles on the couch, the mischievous games of chase. Each memory tugs at your heart, reminding you of the irreplaceable bond you've formed.

Through the tears, you reminisce about the times when Kkami's playful spirit brought laughter into your life, the times when his comforting presence helped you through your darkest days. It feels as though time is slipping away, and the weight of the decision hangs heavy on your shoulders.

Eventually, as the tears begin to subside, you wipe your cheeks and take a deep, shaky breath. You know that you will cherish the remaining moments with Kkami. With a heavy heart, you turn the key in the ignition and drive away from the vet's office. 

You somehow manage to drive back to your apartment, adrenaline coursing through your veins, and you burst through the door, slamming it shut behind you. The loud slam echoes through the apartment, startling Hyunjin, who was lying in his room at the time. He instantly jumps up and walks out of his room, following the sound to find you crying in a mess on the floor.

Hyunjin wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about you, he liked you but he also didn’t want to lose you as a “friend” he wasn’t sure why he teased you. Maybe it was because he loved the cute faces you made while rolling your eyes, or while scrunching your nose every time you sighed. But as soon as Hyunjin saw you in such a fragile state on the floor his brain immediately stopped working and his heart gained control over his body.

Kneeling down beside you, he sees your hands covering your face, your hair a tangled mess in front of your tear-stained cheeks. The sight of you like this is something he has never witnessed before, and it breaks his heart. As the realization dawns on him that Kkami, his beloved dog, is not with you, the pieces of the puzzle fall into place. His eyes well up with tears, but they come spilling out no matter how hard he fights them back. You look up to see that Hyunjin is also crying. What was once an annoying happy face now turned into a confused teary one makes you wail even louder. 

Gently, Hyunjin tries to calm himself down and takes hold of your trembling form. He guides you towards the couch. You shift your entire body weight into him, your tears creating small dots on his shirt. He sits you down on the couch taking a seat next to you. You hiccup through your sobs, looking up at him with red, puffy eyes. His eyes stare deep into yours, even though no words are being spoken it seems like with a simple look a whole conversation was exchanged.  He reaches out his fingers and tenderly wipes away your tears, only for more to flow freely down your cheeks. His hands cradle your face, providing a comforting warmth and a sense of security.

Between the pain of kkami and this current situation, life feels like an ongoing torment. You've reached a point where even the simplest acts seem daunting, and the weidght brings forth more tears. It's overwhelming. You try to focus on Hyunjin, to discard all the thoughts that disrupt the peace you once had.

Now, as you stare a fleeting glance at him, you can’t deny the undeniable attractiveness that emanated from his features. His eyes, perfectly placed on his face, drew you in like magnets, while his nose complimented them in a way that seemed almost too perfect to be real. And those plump lips, oh, how they captured your attention. They were so tempting, so inviting.

 Hyunjin pulls you closer, enveloping you in his warmth, and you welcome it, desperate for solace. Breaking away from the embrace, you meet his gaze. His expression carries a mix of concern, worry, and tenderness, all wrapped in his gentle warmth. Your attention drifts to his lips, slightly bitten in nervous anticipation. The sight makes them appear even more enticing, fuller, and more inviting. And in that moment, you decide to act on your impulse. You lean in and kiss him.

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[xliketoread]

bad habits

trigger warning: death of a major character, betrayal, murder, special guests, family issues, criminal activities.

genre: elite!college!au (where they are all seventeen, but taehyun and y/n younger by one year, yeonjun is near to 18, soobin is 18 actually)

matching: soobin x afab!reader (x taehyun - platonic -)

(inspired by TXT 'Good Boy Gone Bad [Japanese Ver.]' Official MV.)

You stared at the mirror where you guess the police were sitting and observing every move you made, how brave of you when you made eye contact with the prosecutor who looked at you already with an unreadable expression.

A ruthless, crazy defendant who kept a blank face at the picture of her victim's dead body.

Suddenly the door opened, revealing a woman with expensive clothes and jewelry furiously walking to the small table where your hands were handcuffed. Behind her were a bunch of black suit men and other police holding each other back.

The officer hesitantly stood up, "Mrs. Han, this is the restricted area-" your head turned sideways while your eyes widen at the sudden force that collided with your face, that hurt, like hell. Such a funny joke, a slimy lady like that made you feel the metallic taste on your tongue.

"You disgusting creature, how could you? after everything he has done for you, if only he had left you dead along with your drug addict mother at the whorehouse, he wouldn't have..."

Hearing her accusation, you caress your reddened cheek before walking to the middle-aged woman.

Seeing your glare, she took a step but too late. You spat out the blood in your mouth, tainting her luxurious layout, gasps and whispers were heard but you didn't care "Aren't you busy with sleeping around with your dead husband's colleagues?"

"You little bitch, how dare-" surprisingly, the police officers took the advantage of her shaken state, holding her back from lunging at you, and excused themself out of the room. Now there were only you and the quiet prosecutor in this cold room.

The young prosecutor stared blankly at the door where the chaos could still be known by the loud sound and thumping steps on the floor. He shook his head and sighed.

....

Soobin couldn't care much about the teacher blabbering his dying love for Shakespear and how his writings are gob-blessed. Bouncing his legs out of habit while his eyes were glued to the clock. He's gonna be late for his date with Miyeon.

one...two...three...four....

'RING RING RING RING' before his literature teacher could even react, choi soobin with his backpack was out of the classroom, running full speed to the yard to meet his future girlfriend and long time crush.

As a result of his recklessness, running across the busy hallway, he bumped into something or someone hard. It seemed like this person was holding their stuff and those kinds of stuff were now scattered all over the floor.

"Sorry. Oh my god. Here, i'm sorry." Trying his best to gather his victim's items, he hid his face and did not look at that person. "I'm sorry." Saying his last apology, he dashed away.

Seeing Miyeon's figure from afar, Soobin ran slower.

Fixing his clothes, he cleared his throat "Hi, Miyeon." The said girl turned to look at him, a smile was already on her face. "Hi, Soobin."

"You-you look beautiful today." Miyeon giggled at his unstable sentence, winking at his wandering eyes "of course, i always look great."

Miyeon couldn't make out what the taller boy mumbled under his breath but before she could ask, a voice startled the two of them "hey, you the tall guy, you dropped this!"

From a not so long distance, a girl ran toward them with her hands waving something on her hand.

Soobin recognized that it looked like his wallet, while he was checking his backpack and jacket, the girl had already arrived and handed out it to him.

"You ran so fast, i tried to call you but you didn't listen! Here." Soobin bowed down to thank the girl who bid them goodbye and went away with her friend waiting for her.

Miyeon with her arms folded in front of her chest, eyes followed the girl and saw her friend. She squinted her eyes to focus on the friend and the girl 'Isn't that-?'

Before she could remember the person's name, her vision was blocked by Soobin who moved right in front of where the girl and her friend stood "Should we go to the coffee now, Miyeon?" He said with his head tilted and a small smile.

"Sure. Let's go, shall we?" Miyeon masked her confusion with an identical smile that was fake. Soobin gestured the 'lady first' to Miyeon before going behind her. Soobin looked back one more time only to be greeted by no one at that spot.

....

"Stop eating the grape sour patch, we are at a party, tyun." You glared at the red haired boy. He shrugged it off, changing the subject "I thought you said you couldn't go. What changed?"

"Nothing changed. Suddenly, my schedule is clear tonight so i came here to spend time with you." You face crunched in disgust at the sight of two random people passed out near the toilet. "I regret it now, thanks." You sipped the fluid from the red cup he passed you and immediately spat it out.

"What the fuck is this unholy shit?" You looked at your friend in disbelief.

"That is alcohol, miss little teacher pet." That ignorant, cocky voice that was too familiar to you appeared right by your side. You took a step ahead to where Taehyun stood and turned to face the owner of the voice "That must be out of date or it is cheap alcohol."

"Hi, Yeonjun hyung." You watched as the two of them side-hugged, and proceed to gag at the wink the blonde hair sent to you.

"Where is my hug?" yeonjun pouted at you with his hands spreaded open, you ignored him and turned to taehyun "I will be upstair, okay?" You glared at yeonjun's smug face and retreated your hand from taehyun's shoulder, walking away.

"Why did she run away every time we met? Aren't I attractive? What?" Yeonjun put his hands up in the air when the younger male glared at him muttering "disgusting" under his breath.

Sliding through all those drunk and sweaty teenagers was something you wouldn't want to experience again. 'Now where is Manhoe?' You looked around the room, trying to find the boy.

"Ain't fucking no way." You said, facepalming yourself at the sight of the floral shirt boy who was the attention of the whole room, people circling around to make room for him and a fucking peacock. A fucking pink peacock.

"Here you see is a very rare statue of this beautiful creature! if only this weren't a gift, i would sell it- oh my god! my friend! You are here!" before he could reach you, you pretended to be deaf in front of those stares and backed away from the crowd.

You lowered your body, appearing smaller in comparison with others and disappearing from the room. You found yourself in the rather strange room, a garage? You asked yourself.

Boxes and trunks were placed all over the place "what the..?" You thought about how long had it been since Yeonjun moved to this neighborhood. Three months? No, the first time you met him in the campus was the beginning of this year.

It was weird for a person to not unpack their things after a year of living here. Knowing how Yeonjun technically lived off on partying and somehow barely passed the exam despite not going to school that much, he wasn't necessarily that busy. Hmm, weird.

You randomly opened a box but slammed it shut right away. There was money in the box, filling up the whole thing. You stood up. Then you saw a newspaper on the side of a table, reading the title out loud

"Beware of those whom you thought were innocent and young!!!

Bank robbers happened by the hands of youngsters!!!"

"Miyeon and Yeonjun?" you thought out loud, the picture on the paper was unrecognizable but somehow you could make out the blurry figure of Yeonjun and Miyeon.

'but what about Soobin? did he know?'

'Not my business tho' you sighed softly, putting the article down. You hesitantly looked out from the window and estimated the possibility of being caught sneaking around, tainting your reputation, or breaking your legs would harm you more.

Opening the window, 'okay, this won't break my legs.' you made your choice and took a deep breath.

'1....2...3....10' you jumped. Lucky for you, you landed on what seemed like a pillow? And that pillow knew how to whine, "shut up! you are a pillow. you can't speak or make noises. shush!"

"But why do you smell like Choi Soobin?" your hands moved to inspect the silk material, expensive and tone, a familiar smell caught up with your nose, caramel and coffee scent. Oh no.

Like a fast forward motion, you tore yourself off the human pillow and furiously flicked off the dust on your clothes. "What is this ridiculous day?" You glared at the male, and the urge of punching his smirk became more clear.

"Hey, what are you-" you dodged the hand that was trying to reach you but soobin didn't give up. After his hands were slapped away multiple times, soobin finally had enough, he held your head right in front of his face and stopped you from moving away.

"Jesus, y/n, there are leaves on your hair. Stop moving!" Accept your fate since his grip on you was strong and you were afraid he would rip your head off. Soobin was tall, so tall that when he could hide your entire body with his.

"Are you done now? Get off me!" You pushed him, well tried to, but he didn't budge and even brought your face closer to him. "You are stubborn, baby. Why don't you give me a smile and we get over this?" He must be playing with your now. And you blamed it on the high temperature you felt on your face.

"No. Why don't you run back to your girlfriend, Choi?" You finally could escape his grasp, leaving him standing with his hands in his pocket and his stupid grin.

"Hmm. First, are you jealous with her?" You leaned back as he lowered his face, taunting you with his height. You looked away as his intense gaze fell on you.

"Can I have your hand, baby?" You hated that he had this effect on you, but can't choose any options but gave him your hand. "Second, I like you not her." Your cheeks reddened with the kiss he left on the back of your hand. "Finally, Miyeon is not my girlfriend. That position is empty for you only, baby."

"Stop playing with me! Perv!" Soobin admired your flustered face under the moon light, if it weren't for this stupid mess his father did, he wouldn't have lived like this. "Am I making you nervous, baby?"

He tried to kiss your hand again, but you shooed his hand away since there was a person interrupting you two "Soobin ah, have you seen y/n?" That was Minho walking towards them with his peacock and floral shirt.

"So if you need the document, just ask for me through the teacher, okay?" He wanted to laugh at the way you fluttered your eyelashes at him, acting all innocent and naive.

"Sure. Mrs. Cha, right?" He played along.

"Oh, there you are, friend!" Minho seemed tipsy when he put his whole weight on you to hug you. "Minho, you smelled like rats getting drowned by cheap gin in the city sewer."

You were too focused on your drunk friend to notice the dirty looks Soobin sent to Minho. While you were fixing the purple nest on Minho's head, you almost tripped over because his body made you lean back too much, but luckily, soobin was there to save the day.

He grabbed the drunk boy's upper hand and pulled him away from you. Minho squinted his eyes, he nodded his head and his lips lifted to a smirk. He threw the pink statue at you, you luckily caught it without any harm.

"Are you jealous of her, beautiful?" Deja vu. You pinched your skin, holding your laugh in while Minho winked at Soobin while Soobin tried to escape his grasp.

"No no no. That position is empty for you only, baby" Minho was actually shorter than Soobin but it looked like he was stronger too. Well, seeing how Soobin couldn't get away convinced you more.

"What are you doing? Stop! Hey! Y/n! Don't leave, please! Ahhhhhhhhhhh" you felt a little sorry for Soobin but he would be fine, you thought.

Your hands held the statue as you pushed through the crowd to find the redhead. He was with Choi Yeonjun again, surprisingly they weren't drunk, sitting and talking on a sofa in the middle of chaos.

"Taehyun ah, I have to leave now." You tap his shoulder. "Hi y/n." you rolled your eyes and waved back at Yeonjun. "Hi again, unfortunately."

"Great, let me take you home." Taehyun reached for his keys but you stopped his hands and shook your head to indicate that you refuse his offer. "no, I need you to help Minho and um- someone in the garden. The both of them, okay?" taehyun nodded his head hesitantly "sure but how about you?"

"What about me?" you asked.

"It's dark and you came by taxi." he replied.

"I would be fine- let me take her home." Yeonjun interrupted you and Taehyun's conversation. "What with you guys and that look?" Yeonjun raised his eyebrows when you and Taehyun gave him the most untrusted look.

"Do I look like someone who would harm her? I'm a good citizen."

After a while, you nodded your head and Taehyun showed Yeonjun your address "Get home safely, tyun. And don't forget about Minho." you kissed his forehead and hugged him before following Yeonjun to go get his car.

"My princess, if you don't mind." you put on your best smile, well, you didn't want to get killed by misfortune. His car wasn't a sports car like you thought, "hm vintage" you commented, looking around the furniture of the car while sitting in the front passenger’s seat.

You regretted saying those words "don't." his grin was annoying, you don't know why he radiated the energy you just couldn't explain with words, and now you knew his secret, even more. He looked too familiar for his own good.

"I didn't say anything and yet you are trying to shut me up?"

"Put your seatbelt on, Yeonjun-ssi." you stopped him on track, and he blinked. "oh okay. I forgot."

The ride was deadly silent, not even Yeonjun tried to make conversation. You zoned out, watching the same green trees passing your eyes. It was cold, the blue-ish in the atmosphere didn't bother to hold back, it held animals at gunpoint due to its lasting time but put people to their true form, a complete piece to the cruelty of human world.

"This is not where I live, Yeonjun-ssi." you were looking at a bank?

"Do you have to withdraw your money or sth?" you scoffed, he still had that stupid grin on his face, but it didn't reach his eyes.

"Do I have to? I don't know, you saw those boxes, right?" he relaxed leaning against the chair, looking right back at you.

"What are you even talking about? What boxes?" you disguised your fear by acting annoyed with him, angry and tired eyes.

It didn't survive that long, you clenched your teeth at the screen which showed you in that garage room, sneaking around like a robber. You sat back, speechless by the evidence, "I was lost and I didn't touch your money."

"You saw the newspaper."

"Then what? It's just a paper about some random bank robbers. I don't even know you." you responded. "Are you trying to point out that you are the bank robber?"

Silence again. You and him staring at each other, one was suspicious and one was pretending.

"You see that?" You followed his hand to see the red light of the bank's camera directly looking back at you through the tinted glass. "If i got caught and people saw you in a robber's car in front of a bank, what do you think would happen?" you chewed the bottom of your lips, not caring about your hair being played between his fingers.

You gulped, he must have noticed how nervous and disadvantageous the position that you were in. He invaded your personal space by leaning closer to you, making himself look bigger.

"What exactly do you want, Yeonjun? Isn't messing with people like me would be too much of a trouble to you?" he chuckled at how you tried to appear confident and control the situation like you were talking with a child not a criminal.

He didn't like that a bit.

You saw he switched something near a radio, everything happened too fast, with you back being slammed to the side, hitting your hand repeatedly on his arms which were the reason why you suddenly felt hurt in the throat and hard to breath.

"Yeon-yeonjun-"

"No, you fucking listen to me. I could kill you and dump your corpse in the ocean where no one will or could try to find that useless body in the depth of the hell. Trust me, honey, you would die a painful death if you didn't keep your mouth shut. Are we clear now?" you felt pathetic, you always live as a girl who never back down and ready to take whatever life gave her.

All those year acting like a miss perfect in everyone's eyes frankly were a mere act. Your tears spilled like a kid who didn't get her milk because she knocked it off the table and now mommy got fed up, refusing to give her more as a punishment.

"yes." you were able to let out a whisper but that didn't satisfy his anger "Weirdly, i didn't hear anything. What? Can you say it again, hm?" he loosened his grip on your neck, barely enough for you to form a complete sentence. His other hand knocking on the side of your head.

"Yes, i will shut my mouth and follow your order, please don't hurt me, please I'm sorry, please i will be good, please, please." you plead. this caught him off guard and he realized he must have cross the line, he blamed it on the stress he had these days, the police sniffing their footsteps and Miyeon being a bitch, arguing and blabbering about how great the Soobin was and how he had to study from the rich brat.

How dare she? after everything he has done for her.

Upset and disappointment with Miyeon took the place of his sorry for you. He let you off the hook but didn't forget to shove you away from him and returned to his seat.

"Let's take a ride through the city before I drop you home, okay?"

...

You were near Mr.Choi's study when you heard a curling shriek from there. Taehyun? Hurrying your pace, you reached the wooden door where you thought you never would have to go in again.

You pushed the heavy door open, eyes widened when you saw Yeonjun slowly back off from the table and Teahyun sitting on the floor, his hands covering his mouth with a distressed expression on his face.

"oh my god." you muttered under your breath, Mr.Choi was dead with the vomit on his elegant suit, his eyes closed and his head hung low.

"We need to call 911." you said.

"No, I mean, fuck it can't be" yeonjun pacing around the room. you realized he couldn't be caught in here, not with what you had heard, you won't let him be a scapegoat this time.

You took a flight ticket from your bag and shoved it to his chest "go. go away from here. Call the first number on this phone when you get to the airport. Don't worry, Hayoon won't betray you like her. I promise."

You knew it was wrong of you to do this with him, though he would be fine, knowing nothing and living a good life like what you owed him.

"What? i-i don't understand, why do I have to run away when I didn't do anything? I wasn't a criminal anymore" you bit your tears back, remembering his dedicated features for the last time. You wanted to laugh at how stiff his body was when you hugged him, feeling nostalgia. To your surprise, his arms wrapped around you tightly "what's wrong? please tell me, y/n."

"We will meet again. It is not a promise, yeonjun. I will find you so please don't go back here and wait for me there."

Yeonjun didn't get to say anything when a group of men came in and pull him away. You looked away, ignoring his pleases and calls for you. Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you took a deep breath before approaching Taehyun who was covering his ears and hiding away from you and his father's corpse.

"I-I didn't-didn't-didn't do that. He was dead when I saw him. How how could he disappear after everything?"

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, shhhhh, breath, breath."

His eyes were glossing with tears, his face was red, and you shooed his back to calm him down. "Tyun, let's get out of here first, huh?" he nodded, you supported his side to walk away from the scene, you can't have him talking with police in this state yet. They would be here soon.

It had only been somewhat 20 minutes, taehyun was asleep after you calmed him down. You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard the ring of the doorbell. The police were investigating the scene now and you had gone back to your apartment with Taehyun after being diminished to wait until they found something.

You furrowed your eyebrows when you heard the ring of the doorbell and your phone ringing not long after. It was the one you had been calling from the time you got home.

'Choi Soobin😑 is calling'

You picked up your phone, and walked to the door while hitting the accept button "seriously soobin, where have you been? I have called you like hundred times!" There was no answer.

"hello?"

Should I continue this story?

[sewersidoll]

princess treatment<3

same affs n bennies just female ver

attract a soft, dominant gf

gf looks exactly how u imagine her to look like, manifest a gf with ur desired personality, habits, traits n characteristics for her

ur gf sounds exactly like those n$fw audio voice actors, ur gf has an incredibly sultry n seductive voice, she's extremely good and confident in dirty talking bc she knows u always get excited just by listening to her voice, in general she's an incredibly smooth talker

ur gf has the nicest, prettiest, most attractive hands, perfectly fit around ur neck, bc pretty dolls need pretty necklaces

u r severely attracted to everything abt her, her being ur dream gf is an understatement, shes more than ur dream gf, she's even better than you've imagined

now similar to a black hole, ur gf gets instantly sucked into the act of loving n lusting over u eternally, physically unable to escape ur captivating force, having her pathetically wrapped around as if she drank the strongest love potion in the entire universe

she's completely drawn into u like a bee to it's flower, ur gf immediately feels powerful attraction to ur whole existence, incapable of ever ignoring u or leaving u

she's completely overprotective, possessive nd obsessive over u, u r her princess, her personal, little porcelain doll that she'll make sure no one ever dares to touch or break, she always knows ur location, making sure u r safe n checking on u constantly whenever u r not w her

ur gf always gives u extreme special treatment, making u feel loved, appreciated n desired by her

ur gf is emotionally, physically n financially stable for the both of u, will happily buy u whatever u want she just waits for u to ask her, she constantly spoils u w gifts but also w extra attention and affection, she always loves to focus all of her attention on u

u literally make her super horknee n a bit frustrated by simply existing, but it's fun bc she's able to take that on u, u always make her ar♡used, just by seeing u she's already having fantasies abt manhandling u till u r a sloppy mess but in a romantic, affectionate way^^ she easily gets turned on by u

she's unbelievably playful n kinky, often making u dumbfounded by how filthy n creative her mind can be, saying many s3xual things that can be considered out of pocket

she's super touchy w u, she knows every single part of ur body like the back of her hand, she knows all of ur sensitive, sweet spots, mischievously teasing u all the time

she's never too rough w u (unless u tell her otherwise ig), she knows ur limits n she knows where to stop herself, having an insane self control n discipline

no matter what she will always make sure to do aftercare, making sure u r feeling fine n able to walk

she always calls u the cutest nicknames like kitten, princess, pretty doll, baby, angel, darling, wifey, etc

she'll do anything to make u happy, she's incredibly mature minded, patient and gentle w u, she always communicates well w u, her main priority is to make u comfortable n vocal in the relationship, never belittling u or dismissing u, she loves teaching u stuff u don't know or not sure abt, she thinks it's super cute whenever u ask her something, she'll happily explain it to u, she finds everything u do cute and attractive

just like my sacrifice sub I added mutual feelings, commitment n full immunity for both parties to lose interest, cheat or have a third party involvement

also added safety affs (immune to catch gen!tal diseases, etc)

[ganondoodle]

Might be getting Clip Studio soon. Do you have the 2.0 version or the one before it? People on the internet have been saying a lot of negative things about the 2.0 one so I'm curious about what u might have to say on it?

Hi!

Clip Studio Paint is an awesome programm! I did buy the Version 2.0 upgrade a while back, but i do kinda regret it (tho i dont think its possible to get vers 1 anymore nor revert it back); mainly bc i discovered the new features are not very useful for me after all (the new color mixing for example bc i still use the old mixing anyway, the new one didnt make anythign better for me and caused lag issues while the others worked fine with my hardware) and even the perpetual license for Vers 2 requires you to have internet access so it can check your license when starting it and if it cant do that for a certain amount of time it will not allow you to use the full programm, only the demo of it, which obviously sucks; after backlash they extended the time period you can go without internet connection, i dont know how long it is now but the system remains the same and i doubt they will change it back since it has to do with the new way they check your license i havent noticed any other issues tbh xD

overall id say get the latest update of vers 1 if possible, if not then be aware of the issues with vers 2; personally it wasnt worth it for me since i use pretty much none of the new features plus the dumb new way its licensed and you will have to wait for newest features to be added to vers 2 until the next version comes out unless you buy their monthly plan (i havent)

i still think the programm is fantastic and much nicer than alot of others even if some of the new changes kinda suck.. it hasnt been an big issue for me yet but it was still kinda unnecessary

[divine-knight-hand]

Play With Me (Alt. Ver.)

Original Version || Haley Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

NSFW, 18+ only!!!

Pairing: Sub!Sam x Top!Haley

Content Warnings: Clothed sex, grinding, making out, coming in pants

Summary: It's the same story, but from Sam's perspective as he finishes a little too early...

Word Count: 2,004

Dividers by @saradika

Click!

The flash of light from Haley’s camera surprised me into freezing my guitar playing. I definitely wasn’t expecting that. She looked down at it, eagerly waiting for the film to develop.

“Sorry, Sammy!” She giggled, looking back up to me and twirling a lock of hair around her finger, “You look so sexy when you play for me.”

I felt a light blush quickly creep up my face, “Aww, Lee! You’re flattering me.” I always got flustered when my girlfriend complimented me. It didn’t help when her compliments were always accompanied by her adorable pseudo-innocence. I could tell she enjoyed seeing me this way. What a gorgeous jerk.

I had invited her to my house to hang out. It was a good day to have her over, since my mom wasn’t home to bother us every five minutes with “snacks” or “chats”, which were her painfully obvious attempts at making sure that Haley and I weren’t, as she liked to call it, “exploring each other’s bodies”, even though, last time I checked, I’ve been a legal adult for a while now. It wasn’t like I was beneath the age of consent. 

Despite my mom’s absence, I couldn’t bring myself to make a move. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in Haley, and it wasn’t like we hadn’t gotten physical before. I was just too nervous to ever initiate anything myself. I wasn’t sure how Haley always did it, but no matter how much I wanted her, my fear of doing something wrong managed to seize me every single time. So, I decided to sit on the edge of my bed and play her a new riff I learned on my guitar. Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes. A classic. I was spacing off, really feeling the music, when Haley took a photo of me with her camera.

Her gaze moved down to the polaroid, which rested weightlessly on the sheets of the bed. She picked it up and seemingly analyzed the photo, sighing in content before turning the photo in my direction, “Look! Look!”

I took the photo from her, carefully placing my guitar down on the floor next to my bed before looking at it in confusion. In the photo, I looked down at my guitar, my hand stuck in the blurry motion of playing. Why would Haley want a picture of me as plain as this? Did she even mean to take it at that timing?

“You took this on purpose?” was the only thing I could think to ask.

Haley rolled her eyes and drawled with heavy sarcasm, “No, Sam. I accidentally pointed the camera at you and pressed the button to take the photo.”

“I- I don’t understand...” That was an extreme understatement, but I was too busy trying to wrap my brain around the reason behind the existence of this photo to come up with more cohesive sentences.

“You don’t have to.” Haley crawled across the bed to me, “Just kiss me, and I’ll show you, rockstar~”

“I like the sound of that.” I pulled her in as she leaned to kiss me. Damn! I’m so easy to distract…

She pressed her whole body up against me, and I felt her hands roam my back until one of them nestled into my hair. I wasn’t sure where to put my hands on her. I didn’t want to do anything she was uncomfortable with, so I hesitated a few times before gently resting them on her back. That seemed safe enough.

Haley then gently pushed me down into a lying position on the bed, and I followed through with the motion, allowing her to take control as she straddled me before leaning in to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. Wow! I was not expecting that.

My heart raced and I froze in surprise, looking up at Haley, whose eyes looked wild. This meant one of two things. Either she found a cute piece of clothing on sale at her favorite store, or she was really horny. I resisted the urge to check if a clothes display had spontaneously spawned in my room before she leaned in to kiss me again.

I sighed into the kiss, my heart fluttering again. I wondered for a moment if I would make it out of this without going into cardiac arrest. The fluttering sensation moved from my chest to my stomach to my… Oh.

I could feel my dick twitching as it slowly began to grow hard under the cover of Haley’s skirt. I just knew she felt it. She had to have. She licked my bottom lip before I parted my lips and let her tongue slip into my mouth. I moaned as we deepened our kiss, and I couldn’t stop my hands from sliding down under the hem of her skirt to caress her thighs. She sighed as soon as I grabbed her and tightly gripped the front of my jacket.

All I could feel was her. Her hands on me, her boobs pressed up against my chest, her hair falling around our faces. I could smell her perfume. I could taste her as we kissed. She was all around me, but it somehow wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I moved my hands up to her shoulders and gave her a soft push. When she let up, I was breathless. Her cheeks were dusted a light pink, but everything about her displayed composure. Her hair fell around her angular face in beach blonde waves. Her ocean eyes looked down on me with a softness that reduced me to a mess under her. She was perfect, and I didn’t even trail my eyes south of her face yet.

“Haley…” I struggled to catch my breath, “Can we… uhm…” Come on, Sam! Just ask her, already. My cheeks burned with humiliation.

Haley lightly brushed her thumb over my lips, caressing my cheek with the rest of her hand, “Sammy,” She cooed, “I can’t answer a question you won’t ask.” I turned my face away, too embarrassed to meet her gaze. Her hand lightly coaxed my face back to her direction, “Hey, it’s just me. You can ask me anything. Come on, Sam. Just ask.” She playfully wiggled her hips against mine, softly teasing, “Come on, Sammy~”

Yoba, her teasing drove me crazy! I softly moaned against our friction, feeling myself reaching my breaking point, and muttered, “Haley, please… Can we- ah- I- Haley…” I felt the desperation building. I needed her, and I needed her now , “Please fuck me!” I blurted before squeezing my eyes shut. Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!

I felt the bed shift before Haley planted kisses along my jaw, pausing by my ear to purr, “Since you asked me so politely, I would love to.”

Before I could respond, she kissed me again, but this time we began slowly grinding against each other. She sighed against my mouth, and I moaned into hers. She then helped me out of my jacket, her hands quickly finding their way around my shirt, which was a lot thinner than it looked. I could feel her trace each muscle of mine with her soft hands. I felt my dick twitch again. I was fully hard now, and I felt the uncomfortable strain in my jeans. I could feel Haley growing wet through her panties, too. Yoba, I wanted her so badly!

A moan that bordered a whine escaped my throat as I felt the pressure mounting between my hips. As my head clouded with ecstasy, I couldn’t fight the feeling that something was off. I felt Haley create a wet patch at the front of my jeans and my dick strained towards the source. My eyes watered at the sensation building in me. Then, I finally figured out what was wrong with this picture.

I was already getting close.

Fuck! My mind went into panic mode as I realized the gravity of the situation. I wasn’t about to make it through foreplay with my own girlfriend. Don’t be a loser, Sam! Keep it together.

A whimper escaped the back of my throat. I was still deeply enveloped in her kiss, and I wanted to tell her to stop, but I didn’t want to. It felt so good, but she wasn’t nearly as close as I was. Yoba! What is wrong with me?!

I loudly whined, attempting to push Haley away… but I was too late.

Something in me snapped, and I bucked my hips into hers, loudly moaning into her mouth as I tightened my grip around her. I was faintly aware of Haley freezing as I came undone in her arms, releasing into my own pants.

When I finished, I was left gasping for air. That’s when I noticed Haley’s hand softly stroking my jaw. She looked down at me, a smile ghosting at the corners of her lips. I felt my face flush. I was mortified.

“Haley, I’m so sorry!” I felt a rambling session coming on, “I- I didn’t mean to do that. I meant to hold off, I swear. I’m so sorry. I-”

She softly brushed my lips with her thumb, instantly silencing me, “Sammy~” The corners of her lips fully upturned into a smirk, “That was so cute!”

My face was still burning, “Wh- what?”

Haley let out a giggle that sounded as light as wind chimes, “I said that was cute!” When I was at a loss for words, she continued, “I could tell you weren’t going to hold on for much longer. I couldn’t resist finishing you early.”

I was stuck in stunned silence. Only fragments of incoherent words were making their way out of my mouth. She knew? She knew I was close and kept going on purpose?

She interrupted my train of thought with a quick peck on my lips, “I hope you don’t mind. I just wanted to play with you.”

I breathed a soft chuckle and finally found something to say, “I don’t. Mind, I mean! I don’t mind… I was just surprised, ‘s all. I mean, I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, too. Y’know?”

“You wanted to be perfect.” It wasn’t a question. She knew what I really wanted. To be enough to satisfy her. To be enough to make her want to stay with me-

“Stop that.” I jumped out of my thoughts at Haley’s bluntness, “I can see you thinking too hard. I don’t want you thinking bad things about yourself, okay? You’re already perfect. I don’t want you to be anything other than you.” She cupped my face in her hands, “Take this as a reminder that I think anything you do is cute.” She kissed me sweetly, slowly rubbing her thumbs over the apples of my cheeks.

When she broke the kiss, I looked up at her. Her sweet expression was only contrasted by her wild hair. I couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Lee,” I breathed, “Let me finish you, too.”

“That’s sweet, Sammy…” There was a pause of hesitance before she continued, “But don’t you need time to-”

“Forget that.” It was considerate that she remembered I was still in my refractory period, but I didn’t need that to take care of her, “Just let me taste you.”

Haley playfully rolled her eyes, “When did you get so needy?”

“I didn’t really need anything until I found you.” I slowly rubbed her back, and she shuddered under my touch, resting her head in my chest.

“Okay, Sammy.” Her hands found their way back to my jacket, sliding under to rest on my chest over my shirt. She looked back up to me, the wild look back in her eyes, “Let’s keep playing, then.”

Well, looks like our game isn’t over, yet… I smiled, snaking my hands up Haley’s skirt as she slowly crawled to position herself over my face. Her words echoed in my mind like a catchy song. Let’s keep playing, then.

[hotarutranslations]

HinaFest 2024 2nd Day

Evening

HinaFest! 2nd day! Thank you very much! It was funnn!

Thank you very much for each of the 2 performances!

It was really fun! Right!

Within 2 days! Amazing! It feels like, did we really do this in 2 days! Did you enjoy it!

The sparkles I've saved up are all depleted to 0, I hope everyone is full of energy😂🫶🏻

If you're not it'll be trouble😂🫶🏻

Thank you very much for your lots of support!

Was the live broadcast exciting!!! Did you enjoy a line of sight only directed towards you! fufu

The venue for this year, really had the cherry blossoms dancing…🌸🪽

With all of Hello! Project standing on stage, Since we were divided in half in the winter, The opportunities are decreasing so, Making the fest with everyone, everyone, its really a festivaL!

I was drawn in by everyone a lot😌🫶🏻

Therefore with everyone, at the very very end,

Singing ENDLESS SKY🪽,

I really liked it so,

Premium performance! From the beginning, it was super exciting, it was the best, thank you!!

yeah yeah yeah

Also actually, In yesterdays and todays evening,

We performed as,

L!PP🤍

The winners of the lottery shuffle units were announced early, and it was announced early that everyone in Tsubu Gumi's GOODM!X would perform early, Within that, this was a surprise?..

Last night in particular, it was noisy from the start of the song🤭 fufu

It was really fun singing it from stage~~

We've sang on stage maybe 5 times in total, As expected I was tearing up during todays~ Wa~~

Wa~~~~

Again, next weekend is our solo lives❤️‍🔥 We're going to Aichi❤️‍🔥

I don't feel like I can move my body at all right now but I really want to have a live in Aichi soon, wait for us---

Everyone, everyone, thanks for your hard work🪽

Thank you very much for the 2 days! Lets hang out a gain--!!

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#MusicMonday Review - October 2023

#MusicMonday is the hashtag I've been using for quite a while to share music recommendations from up-and-coming artists. Always fresh, and always different, trying to look for trends before they become one. You can check September's review for more music.

This month's music is all about love, and addiction, which may not be far from each other. Go ahead, give it a listen, and reflect, with a word from the artists themselves. 🎧

SweetLipp – Roxy

Take us on a highway drive The moonlight is waiting on the broken tide Let us go where we can sing We are free for the first time

We saw your name in the neon light Rolling with joyful spring And the silence of our minds Oh won't you take us far away Where are hearts can radiate

Our trip begins in Toowoomba, Queensland, Australia, for a Psych Surf Rock track, complete with a mid song break, about those protective wheels full of memories of a life left behind:

"Roxy is actually about a 30ft RV we bought in Canada to travel from Vancouver to Montreal. We called her Roxy, after a club we always wound up in Van.

There was 6 of us on the adventure and it was the time of our lives. We met amazing people, did amazing things and we were completely wild and free.

We'll never forget it and we decided to write a song about Roxy, the perfect ship that allowed it all to happen."

Futura Boombox & The Midnight Mass – Candelaria

Bésame con esos labios tuyos No seas insensible, entiende mi dolor Cierra esos ojos negros tuyos Y dime otra vez que me amarás

Ya poco a poco olvido tu voz Ahora se que la culpa era de los dos Quisiera ver esos ojos negros tuyos Y escuchar otra vez que me amarás

¡Oh, ya no puedo más!

Next up, from Laredo, TX, a dark Post Punk track in which you end up accepting the fact that she will eventually kiss someone else's lips:

"As a songwriter, we sometimes pull from experience or we draw from stories we hear.

For Candelaria, the inspiration came from stories of people I knew growing up. Some of these relationships were very toxic and others were bittersweet, but all of them shared a longing for connection.

Through the song I wanted to express these experiences and the challenging process of moving on. I wanted to write something that people were going to relate to and maybe find solace in the fact that they were not alone."

The Roster – Where's He Been?

Why try To fight it When it goes away just like yesterday come on

Slow me Quickly Figuring out how you knew all along

Suddenly I knew it all along

From Derby, UK, this Indie Rock song invites us to stop asking questions, or complaining. Do we ever learn?:

"I think the overall seances is about mad and messy nights out and the chaos that comes with it. 😂

I wouldn't say there was a specific incident which inspired the song but more of a generalization of ridiculous moments when you're spannered hahaha"

SCATTERED ASHES – Battles

A story of sorrow A story of shame Broken and hollow Can’t remember my name But you follow me Follow me down...

Never strayed so far afield Trapped inside but you still appealed And now you’re standing there Can’t turn around or you’ll just stare

Let's move to Dublin, Ireland, for another Post Punk track about picking up the pieces of someone you care, who's falling apart. Looking away is not an option:

"Battles speaks of the dire consequences of addiction. Lost in its throes, you begin to shed your own humanity, becoming a slave to both desire and the chaos that accompanies it. Redemption can seem further and further away as you even become unrecognizable to yourself.

It's a sombre meditation on despair and fragility in a finite world, as well as man's capacity for change.

Battles casts a rather acute spotlight on the shame associated with addiction and the long road to recovery, hence the title. It has been an issue for the band in the past, but one that bound us together in a lot of ways."

Anemone – Freebird

Spread your wings and come to me I've made a cozy little place up in the trees

Settle down you don't need to be alone when we're together we fly out the way to the sun

You're a freebird with the color blue but remember you know I'm that color too

Finally, we end up in Rotterdam, in the Netherlands, for a folky love song about freedom to go away for a while, and the anticipation to be together again, so happy and strong:

"The song is inspired by a painting my wife made. It's an original painting, and it's in the videoclip of the song.

She's not a musician, but of course she’s my inspiration.

She's my wife :)"

Listen to them and much more on the complete Playlist:

[woozi]

yza beloved 🥰🥰🤍

first of all, did you listen to jinyoung's title track?? how do you feel about it? <3 the whole concept pictures, teasers felt so unreal 😭 i couldn't believe it's finally happening. i'm so happy <3 he came out with such a vibe-y, dancey song i love it! and ofc the rest 4 emotional songs ❤️‍🩹😭 served c*nt in concept pictures and emotional lyrics in the album lmaoo, while we're on this topic how have you been liking the albums def released recently 🥺? i saw jaebeom is also releasing something soon but haven't gotten time to check the details hfjdjd

black eye literally went on top of my 'on repeat' playlist after just two kr three days and it's still there!! hdjdjdkd i love it so much, the composition, lyrics and mostly vernon's voice 😭🔥 this kind of genre fits him so well <3 i want him to release an album already 😔. i said this before too ( to so many people 😭💀) when 2 minus 1 came out, that he gives a mix of 5sos - green day vibes, i love it so much 😋

also the band live performance was so goood HDSKJSKSKSBD HE LOOKS SO FINE IN MV AS WELL AS BAND LIVE VIDEO AND ALSO FULL AGREE WITH YOU THEY SHOULD'VE USED THE BLACK TANK TOP FIT MORE 😭😭😭😭 I CAN'T HDDJDJ (never thought i'd get biaswrecked by him at all 😭) the way they created the band live video was great! but i wish they used the green screen a little less 😭 just personal preference. also so so excited about booseoksoon comeback <3 january is a gift which keeps giving ( i say this without even knowing what date bss single is dropping 💀) hdksks love that

love to know that you got to have some time for yourself, hope work load - deadlines aren't too much <3 ( if there are any more ), hope your real break comes soon!!

also, have you started any series or drama? i'm currently watching doom at your service, a year late but im finally here dhdjdj it's been great so far! i really love the character seo inguk has played 😭🤍 ( the pace in some episodes is a little slow to my liking </3 but it's bearable because of the cute couple, not really liking the sub plot 😭, can you tell i solely started it because of seo inguk?- ) anyway yes the drama is good 🤍😭

thank YOU for hanging out, i always have fun 🥺🤍 sending best days wishes as always, love you yza <333 rest well in between of work!

MA CHERIE <3333333333333333

im gonna get stoned for this but i havent been keeping up with the sevens lately and am now just a svtpoppie 😭 BUT IVE SEEN ALL OF THE PHOTOS <333 its exactly what i'd expect from him tbh 😋 ALSO JB'S IS SO FJKDFJKJDFKJFDKJKFDJKFD that's so him tbh,, but also so slay of him it's v unique <3 ALSO FORGOT TO TELL U FDKJFDJKDFKJFDJ i accidentally came across ponytail on spotify 😭😭 it was on shuffle and i didnt even know it was yugyeom i was just like,, what THE FUCK THIS IS SO GOOD (and the vocals havent even kicked in yet) and when i checked it was him 😭

ALSO URE SOOOOOO VALID <3 it fits him so well and i'm glad thats the route he chose to take for his solo tbh <3 early 2000s vernon i lov u

AND IK???????????? honestly i love how raw the band ver sounds i even prefer it more than the official one fdkjdfjdf but that also has its own charm and i understand why they produced it that way <3 ALSO AGREED LMFAOOOOOOOOO 😭😭 i got the concept they were going for but it was a little distracting to me (a lil funny even) ALSO CB THIS DAY HAS COME WE ALL NEED TO BE DOLLYS <#333333333333 the thing abt the svteenies is that they just have SOOO much to offer im a lil overwhelmed at times but im also so glad i cant wait for bss and ITS 😋

AND IM ON BREAK FR <3333333 classes for the next (and my final omg??) semester start 2nd week of february hehehe BUT WBU WHAT HAVE U BEEN UP TO <33

nooo i've actually been looking for things to watch but all my sister has been recommending me western series (sitcoms) but those r not really my vibe fdjkfdjkdf so i'll def be checking the drama u mentioned out ehehhe 😋

I ALWAYS LOOK FORWARD TO OUR LIL HANGOUTS 🥺🥺 lov u even more wishing u only have sexy days ahead <33 MWAHH

[mr2swap]

I am happy with that...

-Hey fagot! I'm done with the bathroom, later Jeremy will come to fuck the house, so I had to shave my balls. I made a mess in the bathroom, clean it up and when you're done I don't want to see you outside your room, last time I had your old friends They saw you at the house I had to make up that you were my loser uncle and your wife kicked you out of the house because she found out you were a fag, can you believe it? You and me family? Anyway…enjoy the cleanup-

How long has it been? 2 years ago? I still remember the horrible feeling when I woke up on the cold floor of the gym, I thought I had suffered some kind of dizziness in the gym but instead, this pig stole my body with his damn magic amulet that he always wears around his neck.

And while I was struggling to drag myself with this body full of fat to some machine to lean on it and stand up, he took off his shirt and began to give a show to everyone in the gym, with his disgusting hands he rubbed my dick on my underwear, flexing the muscles that I worked so hard in the gym and then started licking them while everyone in the gym talking about it.

I yelled, cried, and even tried to hit him, but now with this 300-pound body… well I'm really slow. They dragged me away from the gym and my body while I was begging for him to give me back what was mine, I waited for him to leave the gym and I went directly to pray to him on my knees to undo this shit and he with the most perfect and arrogant smile that he had seen in that face he only told me -Maybe... if you behave well FAGGOT! Someday, I will return your body to you... now, why don't you tell me which one is my car?-

Since then, I have been living in this horrible and obese body and the only way I have found to see my family and my friends with the hope of returning to my life is by sharing the apartment with the person who stole everything from me, I don't know if it was My best idea, but it's the best I can do, while he sleeps in the big room I sleep in the small room next door, he uses my room as a closet and to store all the bodybuilding trophies he's been accumulating for some time.

Living with him is horrible, he treats me like his slave and leaves me all the dirty work while he has fun fucking my friends while he screams making sure I hear every one of his ejaculations while I masturbate with my little cock on the other side of the wall, I'm not even gay! But there is something inside me that stops me from resisting getting a boner every time he yells at me or treats me like the trash I am.

I... I already lost hope I don't think he will ever return to my body, but if he allows me to be close to his real body even while I vacuum the pubic hairs from the bathtub, I am happy with that...

VER. ESP:https://docs.google.com/document/d/1dvGaHu0vCZh1AqFr2a1PvSy4c8g_Y0rDzYY3X0B8YYo/edit?usp=sharing

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[bluejaem]

⌗ what christmas with them is like ( ver. dreamies )

not requested , cw. mentions of food (mk, jm, js)

(✿) —; MARK LEE. “why do you always bite the heads off the gingerbread man cookies first?” you lightly chuckled when you saw mark suddenly pause chewing on the cookies as he looked up at you with doe-like eyes, evidently confused. “wait, do i?” he asked, mouth still half-full with the cookies. “well, the headless gingerbread man cannot say anything for himself so as his representative i’d say, yeah, you do.” and a broken laugh left your lips as you watched mark stare at the cookie in horror.

(✿) —; HUANG RENJUN. “you know,” you started, trying to grab renjun’s attention. “you shine brighter than the star on top of this tree?” you said, completing the sentence with a satisfied smile on your face. yes, you were impressed by your own flirting skills. his eyes left the christmas tree in question and found yours, “yeah, i know,” this statement accompanied by a prideful (but also somehow still very adorable) grin adorning his lips. you scoffed in disbelief as renjun then hugged you from the side to comfort you. and laughing his heart out, he said, “i love you too!”

(✿) —; LEE JENO. after eyeing the christmas tree ornaments section for a while, you point at a candy cane set on the shelf and ask, “this will do, don’t you think?” your head instinctively turns towards jeno but you are greeted with his figure holding a mistletoe in his hands. “but mistletoe doesn’t sound so bad either. i mean, that’s one more great excuse for me to earn a kiss from you.” his eyes morph into crescents and his lips perk up. hearing this, you playfully hit his arm, to which he feigned a pained hiss— which was then followed by shared laughter.

(✿) —; LEE HAECHAN. you find yourself in a devastated state after having laughed so much because of haechan belting out consistent fancy notes while singing his favorite christmas classics. “88! ha, beat that!” he exclaimed into the microphone after checking his score on the karaoke app. you get up on your feet and pick up one of the mics to answer him. “gladly.” a smile played on your faces as you both then went on to sing your heart out to ‘all i want for christmas is you,’ while occassionally laughing in between because of something silly the other would do.

(✿) —; NA JAEMIN. you squirmed while inside the blanket that currently embraced your figure, rubbing your hands together to provide some kind of warmth. and jaemin walked in just in time, handing you a cup of hot chocolate and settling down in front of you with his own. he held the cup with both hands as he watched you take a sip of the hot drink. “so, you were saying?” he asked. and without even realising it, a small smile took over his lips as he listened to you continue with your stories about your childhood memories associated with christmas.

(✿) —; ZHONG CHENLE. when you realised that chenle was holding an old photo album of yours, you immediately tried to snatch it from him. “oh, no. we don’t need to see this.” “yes, yes, we do,” he snickered as he teasingly tried to open the album. he plopped onto the bed and opened the first page. “you were so much cuter back then!” *gasp* “are you implying that i’m not cute now?” “maybe?” and your plans of cleaning your room for the holidays were soon irrelevant as you both spent the rest of the day laughing along while talking about your childhood days.

(✿) —; PARK JISUNG. “i just hope santa does not get sick after eating these cookies,” jisung commented as he was setting his cookies on a plate. after you put the last batch of cookies into the oven, you started helping him with the transfer, “santa is not real, sung.” hearing this, jisung let out a scandalized gasp, making you snicker in turn. “take that back!” finding his reaction amusing, you decided to tease him a little more, “and what if i tell you that all these years, it was just your pare—” jisung covered his ear as you continued, “i’m sorry i can’t hear you lalala—”

© BLUEJAEM