#why is she always getting upskirted? why is she always in a bra?

[theprestigegirly]

i am often SHOCKED at movie misogyny in a way that splash damages the rest of the film for me

[ywuji]

Omg so like I want to hear your thoughts on perv!Megumi like finally after so long of Gojo teasing him for being in college for two years at this point and being single, he’s finally procured a pretty girlfriend who’s unfortunately (for her) so naive and sweet??🩷💕 Idk I got shy but I know you’ll do something good with this lol

ik i told u id post this after my wips but i started on it n i couldnt stop i liked the idea too much LOL im sorry for being so confusing D; tysm for the ask though!!! :o i rlly enjoyed writing this!!! (n don’t be shy ahjwhs you’re so lovely T_T♡)

perv!megumi !!! please i feel like he’s the type to be a pervert that’s kinda embarrassed n self aware about himself—especially bc gojo kept teasing him all those years n he was kinda just jacking off to whatever x-rated video that came up first (i feel like perv!megumi is highkey into hentai too but he’s taking that to the grave!!)

n when gets a pretty little girlfriend who acts so cute and who he loves so much, when he gets hard he can’t help but let some of that side of him slip out from time to time...

i think he’s also the type to take lots of pictures,, like pictures while you sleep, peeking through your door while you shower, in clothing store changing rooms while you change, upskirt pictures… he’ll make you his little model!! some of them you know about but some of them you don’t, he’s so lewd.

it’s not just pics of you he takes, it's some of himself too. i feel like one of the things he’d love to do to you is when you tell him to come with you to some random uni event, n he’ll randomly disappear in the middle of it, only to go to the bathroom to take pictures of his hard leaky cock to send you with some casual caption like he didn’t just do that ?!?! he’s crazy (more under the cut)

it’s not megumi’s fault he’s so in his head about you, he still just doesn’t really know how he managed to get someone as pretty and doting as you are as his. 

he sometimes feels guilty for being so obsessed with you—your body clad in pretty little outfits that you show off to him with a twirl, the way you’ll always show him your shiny new sparkly nails when you get them done, how he’s always the first one you’ll pick to talk to about something new you’ve found to love—it’s all that seems to be on his mind recently.

maybe it was gojo’s accidental doing, those feelings of guilt. unintentionally planting a little growing seed of shame in him the first few times he started teasing him for not having a partner yet at his ‘big age’, borderline lecturing him with the ‘when i was your age’ stuff—maybe that was the logical reason why he felt so attached to you, the reason he couldn’t help getting fully erect even when he only saw as much as a pair of your flung-away panties lying at the edge of your bed when coming to your room one day.

but when he recalls back to those nights where you’re innocently cuddled against him, watching whatever movie, a quiet ‘megumi?’ leaving your lips as a sign to tell him you’re falling asleep, and he finds himself shifting in his seat, carefully adjusting your head to let you rest comfortably on him, pressing a soft kiss to your hair as he strokes it and tells you a ‘sleep now, angel’, he knows that’s not the reason.

nevertheless, he’s always been worried about it, thoughts of ���am i doing too much?’ or a ‘would she not like this?’ clouding his mind. but for every single thought like this he has, he’ll always have two more memories where he’s coming up to you, his sweet-faced little girlfriend, waiting for him with open arms and open heart. and to him, it means more than the world.

and as his cheerful sweetheart girlfriend, you’ve never really minded of course.

you know he’s at least a little perverted, asking to take those pictures of you trying on your new swimsuits, or bras, or skirts, or those times when he pulls out after spilling his load into you, and the first thing he does after making sure you’re okay is to go face-to-face with the trail of cum seeping out of you to snap a few photos.

honestly, you’ve gotten used to it at this point. you just take these moments, seeing what you do to him, as a way of reassuring yourself that he really does just love you that much. and he really does. really!! :(

no matter how innocent or dirty the context, he’ll let you know whenever he gets that warm little feeling in his chest.

“i-i love you,” he pants, head coming up from sucking marks on your neck, languid thrusts coming to a gentle stop as he peers up at you with flushed cheeks. it feels like he’s admitting it for the first time again.

when you stare at him with his same love-drunk look, brows furrowed and eyes pleading, whispering out an “i love you too, gumi”, he’ll pause a moment to study your expression before gently raising you further up the bed, hooking his hand under your leg and repositioning it around his waist.

he’ll drop down to press a kiss to your cheek before resting his chin on your shoulder and picking up the pace again, now only determined to make you cum.

when he thinks of times like these, despite what you’re doing together, it’s innocent in his head.

a time where that’s not so much the case though is when you persuade him to come with you to some uni exhibition event, looking up at him with hopeful, doe-like eyes and as many ‘pleeeaaase, gumi’s and ‘please, guuuum’s as you could muster—cause it’s not like he could say no to that, right?

at first he put up an act of feign stubbornness. but eventually he agreed—only when he knew you’d excitedly hug him and press your soft chest to his as a thank you for it though.

he’d tour the hall with you, watching you gaze in awe at everything with your cute, simple curiosity, occasionally pointing out little things in the pieces he liked. before the artist began their talk though, he got up from his seat, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before muttering a “‘m g’na go to the bathroom.”

in an empty stall, he’ll sit atop the lid and pull down his jeans, freeing his stiffening cock from his underwear. he quietly groans as he pumps himself a few times, a slow trickle of translucent white leaking down from his tip.

he silently curses, throwing his head back, thinking about how you let him flip up your pretty skirt before you left, letting him take a peek at your cute ass in the frilly panties he bought for you.

he reaches for his phone, fumbling to send a picture of the sight to you, adding a casual caption of something like ‘hi pretty girl’ or ‘u look so pretty today, angel’.

he pauses, realising that maybe you won’t see it for a little while. he’s imagining you so obediently listening to the artist speaker to notice the ping of his notification—he enjoys that thought too, but he can’t say why.

he’s careful not to thrust up into his fist, not wanting to make too much noise, but it’s futile—he’s too hard staring at the lewd shots of you saved in his secret hidden album—the way you act so innocently, the way you have no clue what the true extent is of what you do to him. he can’t help but let a few breathy whines slip.

he won’t let himself cum though, thinking he’s too good to be letting himself release over some scrunched up, bathroom tissue when he’s got his own pretty little girlfriend waiting for him a few halls down.

he sighs. cleaning up and tucking himself back into the band of his briefs, leaving the stall and washing his hands, walking back out like nothing happened.

[sugawarassoulmate]

Hi can I request sugawara x Look 🍑 thank you!!!!! 💕

here ya go, bestie!

words: 601

cw: fem!reader, dubcon, alcohol, voyeurism, exhibitionism, fingering, minors dni

“baby, you’re giving everyone a show,” sugawara chuckles in your ear. bad things happen when you start drinking. to make things worse, asahi and daichi were over that evening too. things were fine at first—the four of you making conversation about work and taking the occasional shot of sake.

you must have gone over your limit. why else were you draped across sugawara right now, kissing along his jawline as if you were the only ones in the room? you weren’t aware that your spread legs were giving your friends the perfect upskirt view of your panties. the only thing on your tiny brain was how handsome your boyfriend looked in the warm light.

sugawara, on the other hand, was loving all the extra attention. you always acted like a little whore whenever you had a bit of alcohol in your veins. he couldn’t help but get smug at the sight of his two closest friends staring at you hungrily as he slid your panties to the side to show off your drooling cunt.

daichi sucks in a breath when his former setter stuffs two fingers inside you. “kou!” your sweet voice cries. your back arches against suga’s chest, no ounce of shame to be found as your body shudders from pleasure. “want your cock, kou, please.”

“you don’t wanna cum on my fingers? selfish little girl, so desperate for cock,” he coos, pinching your clit to force a reaction. hazel eyes flick at the two men sitting just a few feet away. asahi’s face is completely flushed, trying his best not to look at what’s happening but his eyes betray him. daichi’s not so subtly palming at the tent in his pants. “show them how pretty your body is baby. then i’ll give you what you want.”

right on command, you shrug off your shirt and bra, showing off your tits. your friends can’t stop themselves from ogling at you now. “fuck…” asahi mumbles under his breath, erection straining against his jeans.

but you don’t really seem to care, desperately humping suga’s hand to get off. “can i have your cock, please, i ‘wan it…” you slur, staring at sugawara with big, innocent eyes. he wants to be so mean, to show his friends how he can really make you beg for it, but daichi snaps at him, breaking his train of thought.

“just fuck her already,” he says, lust weighing heavy in his voice. his cock is fully out, shamefully stroking himself at the sight before him. asahi isn’t too far behind, knuckles turning white as his hands are balled into fists at his knees.

if pride is a sin, sugawara’s definitely going to hell. there’s nothing quite like seeing how much his friends want you and knowing that all they’ll ever do is watch. lazily running his fingers along your slit, suga uses his free hand to free his cock from his jeans.

slowly, suga sinks you down on his cock. your whines fill the room, head tipping back when suga stuffs you full. he only gives you a few seconds to adjust before planting his feet on the floor and fucking you dumb. he wants his friends to see how gorgeous you look when you cum—he wants them to know that he’s the only one that gets to have you like this.

“she takes me so well, yeah?” he calls out to his friends, never missing a beat as he thrusts into you. suga reaches up to play with your tits, tugging and twirling your nipples between his fingers. “look how fast i can make her cry.”

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

[c-atm]

'Ohhh man, how did it come to this?" 

This was the thought of one Steven Quartz Universe. Currently, waiting on the roof of his school for one Connie Sachini Maheswaran. 

"This is so nerve-wracking!" He thought out loud as he paced in a circle and folded in front of his chest. "Why did I come here? Why did I not just leave? Oh, right, I asked her to come here!... WHY DID I ASK HER TO COME HERE?!" He yelled, scratching his head wildly. Before breathing calmly and deeply. "Don't lose focus; remember what you came here to do." He said to himself as he clenched his fist to center himself. He came with a motive.

That motive was Connie Maheswaran, and unraveling the enigma that was Connie Maheswaran. 

For some reason, beyond his knowledge, Connie was a delinquent of sorts. She didn't follow the dress code, always finding her way into a fight( which she hadn't lost one yet); she was a bit alarming to be around as well. The rumors of her snapping at a teacher were infamous, and many. She was also a bit of a bully...at least towards him. Nothing wrong or harmful, just...

"She's so damn stressful." He shouted to the blue sky.

There were other things as well that made him want to keep an eye on her. For one thing, her grades. 

While he was the top student in his class, Connie was one of the top students...In the city. She was quite the athlete and had her hand in martial arts, fencing, and tennis. 

Just this past weekend, he found out she was musically talented with the violin. He happened to spot her while walking around their city and caught her playing on the streets with some other performers collecting money, which she took none of. 

Being a savant when it comes to music himself, he could tell when someone was in love with their craft, and the melody that she produced sent shivers down his spine. From quick and powerful hip-hop to slow sensual and slow R&B to wild and rebellious rap and rock, to things he never heard before. The impromptu concert was something extraordinary. And so far from the 'Connie' in school, it's hard to imagine them as the same person, but there was no way it was anyone else but her.

"Not with those prideful black eyes." Steven started scratching his head, "where is she!?"

"Hehehe-hmm-hmm!"

Steven froze; he knew that snicker. He turned to the roof entrance to see her laying on her left side on top of the roof entrance, smirking at him with her cheek in hand.

"How long have you been there?"

"Enough to see everything." She teased, " the pacing, the head-scratching, the proclamations, and everything in between." She chuckled, seeing his nervous face. The way his lips formed a straight line, the slightly puffed cheeks, and those brown eyes that seemed to shrink just a bit, and the slight cold sweat from his head. 

'So cute, always so fun to play with.' She mused, "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show, had me waiting for quite a bit, you know." 

He blushed in embarrassment as he looked at his watch read 3:00, "sorry, had student council work. Still, 15 minutes late isn't that bad."

"I've been here since 1 p.m. Two hours spent  waiting for you." 

"I apologize for the Waitaminuet." Steven pointed at her accordingly, "You skipped afternoon classes...Again!"

"One was self-study... The other two." She paused, trying to think of a good excuse, her face cutely scrunching up. "Yeah, I skipped them." She admitted with a shrug.

Steven groaned, ready to comment, but stopped his thought as he looked closely at her, more so her legs.

So much of it was being shown from her hiked upskirt, and it didn't help hide her curves either. The loose-fitting, two-thirds button blouse and tie combo weren't better. "Come down here, so I can fix your uniform...Again!" The president barked at the smirking delinquent.

"You sure you want me to do that? You might get a glimpse of my delicates", Connie gave a faux gasp before reaching for the hem of her skirt, "of course, if that's what this is all about-." She peeled the cloth back, letting a bit of thigh show, "Guess I can show you."

"Oh, re- I mean...No, no! " Steven screamed, turning around blushing, "come down. I won't watch."

She grinned as she tipped herself over the edge, landing silently on her feet in a crouch. Seeing that he still didn't realize she was on the ground, she slowly sneaked to him, not too close. Close enough to bend over by her waist, her lips pursed by his ear.

"Fwoooooooh!"

"Ahh!" Steven screamed as he leaped from Connie's whistle. He turned with an annoyed glare at the taller girl, a corner pout on his lips as she continued to grin mischievously.

"Hello, Pres." She chirped as if she didn't scare him out of his skin.

"Connie," Steven said with a growl. Usually, it would be 'Miss Maheswaran,' but today, purpose takes precedence over professionalism.

"Wow, 'Connie' off the back and so casual too. This must be more serious than I thought." She tittered a bit mockingly, her fingers upon her lip.

"It is for me." Steven sighed as he looked at her clothes. 

The sunflower pleated skirt hiked up to just below her navel, making it look 'dangerously' short; the short sleeve white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show a bit of her sports bra for the day(pink with a star), the pink bow tie which hung more like a chain and cascaded over her breast, and the blue blazer which was two sizes too big and she wore almost like a cape. The only regulation was the navy thigh highs with red and blue sneakers and her hairstyle, a loose mid-back flow of black with a sword clip in the perfect center.

"Drink it all in, Pres." She raised her arms behind her head and slightly arched her back, giving him a flirty pose, her teasing grin ever-present. " I know you like to watch."

"DO-DO YOU EVEN HAVE ANY IDEA HOW THAT CAN BE TAKEN?!" He screeched and face cherry red.

"Given the current circumstances," she placed a few fingertips on her chin, looking upward before pointing at him, "you're attentive of your fellow schoolmates." She offered him a thumbs up and a wink. "Good job, Pres! Way to stay charmingly diligent." She laughed boisterously.

He scoffed a laugh, "I appreciate the praise, but is it true, I wonder." He sighed as he began what was almost ritual for the two of them. "Here I got a fellow schoolmate who's a little wayward and wild." He started by buttoning up her shirt," She gets into fights, she skips classes, she dresses messy and revealing," He buttoned her collar button before moving to the tie. "And she seems to love surging my blood pressure."

"Well, you do make a cute cherry, Pres." Connie countered with a grin.

"She also never takes anything seriously." He breathed in slight annoyance, "or at least, that's what it seems."

"Hmm, Is that so?"

"Yes, you see. I have seen evidence of the contrary." He undid her tie altogether before throwing the cloth over her shoulders. "Attire excluded." He let out a little smirk at his joke." I just want to know why there's such a disconnect between her school persona and the one I've seen." He implored as he tied the diamond-point bow around her neck neatly. 

Connie didn't respond as he adjusted her skirt to just above her knees, as school allowed.

"Maybe, there isn't."

Steven looked up at het to see her looking down at him with a neutral countenance. 

"Wha-"

"There isn't a disconnect." She sighed as she took a step back and then passed him towards the railing. "Do you think I come from a broken home? I don't." She hiked back up her skirt, "my Am'mā is a doctor, my Tantai is a private security guard. Both heads of their fields and currently working in Delmarva, leaving me in our nice modest brownstone." She playfully sniffs.

"You must miss them,"  Steven whispered.

"Somewhat? Not the first time." She shrugged, "plus, kind of hard to miss them. They make sure to have video chats with use every morning and evening." She chuckles, "Dad, even try to synchronize our meals, so we eat the same thing." She shook her head, smiling. 

"Sounds nice."

"Not a dream, but I'm loved and allowed independence." She stretched out the tie letting it hang at her breast as she leaned at the rail. "What about you, Pres? What made you such a hardass for rules and regulations."

"I'm not a hardass." Steven rubbed his nape, looking away as she undid her buttons as they were before. "Do I come off like one?"

She side nodded, waving her hand, "Just a bit."

"Argh." He shook his head, "wait, this isn't about me-"

"Hold on now." Connie raised her hand, "you can't just ask a question and not expect to be interrogated yourself." 

"I'm not interrogating you." Steven countered, "I just... "

"What?" She offered.

"Wanna know why!?"  He barked, "Why you act so differently in school and outside of it. Why someone with your intelligence, athleticism, talent, and allure…" He sighed, "act so lackadaisical, rebellious, and aloof." 

"Why do you care so much?" She inquired, looking upward, "

"Just...I don't know." He admitted, "it's your so questioning?"

"A lot of people act differently from business than they are in their personal life." Connie looked at him with an arched eyebrow before sighing. "Do you act the same at home as you do here?"

"Well.."

"Outside of watching me with those chocolate browns of yours, that is."

Steven eyes widen at the teasing, flirty tone of her voice. He felt a shiver down his spine when her face adopted the style.

Those long black eyebrows were dipping down over half-lidded raven eyes that twinkled in the afternoon light with soft, slightly parted, puckered lips and the slightest cherrywood blush on her brown cheeks. "You thought I wouldn't know when my favorite browns were watching me play violin on Saturday." 

"I-"

She teased as she walked up to Steven, making him red in the face as he turned away.

*Chu*

Steven turned his eyes towards her as he backed up just a little, his hand on his right cheek, trying to fight the small smirk.

"Usually, you would act much more abrasive when I kiss your cheek, Pres." she grinned, "could you actually be resilient to my charms...or maybe you're crushing on me?" She laughed in slight play.

"Why did...No," Steven clenched his fist as a scrowl came to his lips." do you always do that? Make it so hard to have a conversation with you, Connie?"

"A conversation? On what?" She folded her arms over her stomach, "on how my clothes are wrong? On how I should be more courteous to substitute teachers and not skip those classes, despite them being nothing more than extra study-halls. How I should be more forthcoming." She glared, "you don't wanna conversation, you wanna lecture." Her glare softened, "you wanna guide and help someone you think need it, and as honorable and even attractive as I find it...I don't need it. I'm not begging for attention or a lost lamb or your new pet project or whatever. "  She sighed, looking away, "I'm just who I am, and that's all I can be."

Steven rubbed the back of his head, "I know." He kissed his teeth, "I wasn't...I didn't call you up here to lecture you."

"Hmmph!"

"I swear, I didn't." He at her eyes, realizing the small moisture in them. "I really just wanted to talk."

"Yeah," She blinked a few times. "Another round of complaints, again."

"No!" Steven shouted making her jump and turn to him. He rubbed his cheek, "Sorry?"

"You're nervous."She noted with a small smile, "You scratch your left cheek when you're nervous."

"Um.." He put his hand down, only to instinctively continue scratching.

"You're reactions are so cute, Pres." She chuckled behind a fist.

"Come on; this is what I'm talking about." He muttered, "can't even tell you that I want to get to know you without being teased." He blabbed involuntarily. 

Connie felt her voice lock in her throat as her cheeks burned under her skin. "What?" 

"I want to get to know you." Steven implored nonchalantly before the implications hit him. "I mean…Um.." 

The two looked at each other with not so different eyes. Both were feeling a bashful warmness in their chest, one that rendered them too afraid to speak but urged to be anything but silent.

"I'm interested...in you, " Steven admitted to Connie and himself. "In knowing you...I mean... Outside of school." He finished, scratching his cheek.

"Just outside school?" She sighed, ignoring the warmth in her chest, as she pressed her palm to her cheek. Trying to get a rise out of him.

*Chu*

"Steven?" Connie's voice broke as she felt his lips on her other cheek. "That..you…"

"An answer to your question!" He implored, quickly, "I'm interested in you… all of you." He  announced, "That's ok, right?"

Connie wanted to tease him on his change of words, but with his hand out toward her, basically asking her to grasp it. She came to realize it wasn't a fumble of words at all. 

"Mmmhmm." She muttered, taking his hand. 

The two giggled at the feel of their warm palms. "Um...Can I walk you home, talk to you on the way?"  

The (seemingly) genius delinquent nodded at the hardworking president. "Already trying to learn about me, Pres. .Steven."

"Well," he gave her a flirty grin as he leads her to the stairs, "you did say my diligence was charming." 

"Yeah." She involuntarily squeezes his hand, "it is." She breathed out, closing the door behind them, ending one chapter of a rivalry and opening a book of friendship, love, and more.

[stoopsbookstore]

The Fan (Chapter 6)

Warnings - Smut, A character is consently used for sex, mentions of dead animals, blackmailing for sex

A week had went by with no incident.

That was until Jieun woke Y/N and Hongjoong up, demanding they both go to the living room where the TV was ending some informicals and beginning the morning entertainment news.

Another scandal for the girl group Bloom?!

A comeback without Aya?!

Is Y/N dating a bad boy creep?! Is she going solo?!

Is Sanghee leaving due to group conflicts?!

It's currently 7am, I'm your host, Sooyeon, and osn this early morning edition of Koreab-

Jieun shuts the TV off, Hongjoong and Y/N hanging their heads in shame.

"Why is KoreabooTV all over our asses right now?"

"All we did was go to get snacks that night, that is it Ms. Jieun," Hongjoong was ready to get on his knees and apologize, he felt like it was his fault, "we didn't do anything else except go to the store and come back."

"Y/N?"

"Do you want us to go there and request the tapes? What do you want us to do? What do you want me to say? 'Yeah, we went out a week to go get snacks and instead we decided to fuck in the park.'" Y/N bit back, angry annoyance on his face, tears threatening to fall on her cheeks, "I'm supposed to-- we're supposed to put our lives on hold because of some stalker that the cops can't find?! That's completely and utter fucking bullshit."

Y/N stormed off to her temporary room, leaving Jieun and Hongjoong in the living room alone, "I promi-"

"I believe you. I have a favor to ask you."

"Bigger than having a cute idol in my room?" Hongjoong joked.

"I know from your mother that you're very capable in computers, I'd like to see if you could hack into this guy's account, find his IP address, anything that could help us figure out how he is," Jieun pulled out her wallet, taking out a random amount of cash, "Here."

Hongjoong took the cash, stunned at the money the manager gave him before leaving the room. Taking out his phone and filling the empty pocket with the money, he went to his bedroom, accidentally walking in on Y/N changing, her pajamas thrown on the floor in a messy pile.

"Sorry- Oh shi- I apolog-"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Hongjoong shook his head, wondering why Y/N asked him such a question.

"Are your curtains closed?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to fuck me?"

"Huh?"

Y/N stepped up to Hongjoong, taking her bra off to join her pajamas on the floor, "I'm stressed out, deeply annoyed and frustrated in every sense of the word. If you say no, I'll just go take a shower and we can forget about this."

"And if I say yes?"

"You get to lock that door, shove my panties in my mouth, put a condom on yout cock, and fuck me doggy style on that bed."

Hongjoong took a moment before kissing Y/N, pushing her against the wall, her nails clawing into his biceps. He licked her neck, stopping at her ear.

"Fuck, Hongjoong," Y/N pulled on his belt loops, rubing her barely covered clit on his jeans, his hands helping move her hips, "bed now please."

Hongjoong and Y/N danced to the bed, Hongjoong peeling off the lace panties of Y/N as she reached in her purse for a foil package, his lips connecting with her pussy, licking up the juices that started gathering.

"You taste amazing, baby," Hongjoong kept lapping up at Y/N's core, bringing her closer to him, "I could eat you for the rest of my life, holy fuck."

Y/N leaned up, her face hot from the pleasure, Hongjoong pulling away from her and wiping his face. Grabbing the condom from Y/N, he took out his pants, rolling the rubber onto his cock. Hongjoong also reached for Y/N's panties, shoving them in her mouth before sliding into her with ease.

"You look so beautiful like that," Hongjoong started humping Y/N, his thrusts sharp and precise, Y/N's wild moans muffled by the homemade ball gag.

Hongjoong bent down, growling in Y/N's ear as he kept up his thrusts at a wild pace, "forget about all of the stress, you don't deserve it, just let it all go."

Y/N opened her mouth to let out a silent scream, the balled-up panties falling from her lips, "Ho-Hongjoong, your cock is so good. Harder please."

Hongjoong had an evil smile on his face, arching Y/N's back to hit that one special spot and fucking her harder, "like that, baby?"

"Yes, fucking yes."

"Such a dirty slut, just using me for your own pleasure," Hongjoong pulled out, denying Y/N the beginning of her orgasm, "flip over, knees to your chest."

"Yes, sir," Hongjoong's cock throbbed at the nickname, Y/N turning over and presenting herself to her temporary lover.

"Using me," Hongjoong pushed into Y/N again, picking up back the same tempo he had before, "trying to fuck me before your friends wake up, before my mom sees us. Before that dumb bitch manager of yours find you with my cock buried in your slick, warm pussy."

Y/N started to clench around Hongjoong, covering her mouth to muffle the sinful noises. Hongjoong moved Y/N's legs to rest on his shoulders, the new angle giving him a deeper thrust, Y/N letting go as she felt Hongjoong continously hit that one spot that drove her crazy.

Hongjoong came into the condom, Y/N's eyes closed as he rested his head against her forehead, catching his breath, "if you want to put your legs down, you can."

"I'm too tired."

"This situation has drained you that bad, huh?" Hongjoong left a kiss on her shoulder.

"You try being stalked by an insane fan and see how you like it," Y/N pushed Hongjoong off of her, pulling off his shirt to wipe her thighs clean, "I owe you a new one."

"Maybe I could sell it on eBay, became a millionaire," Hongjoong joked, throwing the shirt into the hamper, a perfect shoot that left Y/N impressed.

"Not bad, Hongjoong. Can you hand me a shirt now?"

Hongjoong walked to Y/N's suitcase, pulling out a cream colored off-the-shoulder shirt and a black sports bra, unaware of the red light on his laptop, "I don't think my mom would like if your nipples were showing."

"Points for thinking ahead and bonus points for not making one of those 'your nipples are only for me to see' jokes."

"I'd be lying if I said it didn't cross my mind," Hongjoong watched Y/N put on her top, standing up to wiggle back into the shorts she was wearing before their romp, "if you need to de-stress, you know where I am."

Y/N had a half-smile appear on her face, looking down to see Hongjoong's flacid cock.

"I'll keep that in mind."

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Later that day, everyone was in the house or backyard, just doing their own thing. The mailman had dropped off that day's mail, a letter addressed to Hongjoong.

"Hongie! You have mail," his mother yelled to upstairs.

Y/N and Hongjoong walked into the kitchen together, Haeun handing him the envelope and reading it, Y/N peeking over his shoulder and being awful touchy for someone who just wanted a quick fuck.

You always love to break my heart, Y/N, don't you?

Fucking that Hongjoong guy, moaning his name when it should be mine. You should be crying out Milton in the throes of passion.

I've seen the video, tell Hongjoong and Haeun to beef up their security, a wifi name 8Makes and the password 1Team is so fucking stupid. Maybe don't make it your so called "group's" tagline.

How's that Sanghee fansite, by the way? I heard she's in talks to leave the group. That's two members done two to go. When Y/N is free of all of those patheic waste of talent and space, she'd be the best soloist there is.

To this Hongjoong guy, watch your back because I'm not letting you take Y/N from me. You really don't think I'd set your friend's photo studio on fire? That I wouldn't hurt every single one of you? Mingi is a patheic double bias cheating scumbag, San has to use you to help him and you....

I know how you were when you were younger. Taking upskirt photos of girls, trying to blackmail them, sex for their photos. How would Y/N fe-

Oh, wait. She used you for sex. That's all you are to her, a human dildo attached to a body.

I'd watch your back and steer clear of that studio. That is unless of course you like the smell of dead animals.

Be careful who you fuck with.

-Milton

[ilikeoldchangke]

My boss is an influencer

This is a work of fiction.

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I met Ning when we were both doing temp jobs at a pharmacy.

She’s doing it as a temp job during her school holidays whereas I’m doing it because I need to make a living.

Armed with only a ‘O’ Level cert with mostly ‘F’ grades, there’s not much for someone like me in Singapore.

The only ‘B’ I got is for English.

At 16, I started working, hoping from temp jobs to temp jobs, I wanted something permanent too but no one wanted me.

Most companies stopped using me after the initial trial period.

The pharmacy job was the one that lasted the longest, 6 months.

So for 6 months, I worked with Ning in the same shop, arranging items, attending to customers, her sweet demeanour made her the customer’s darling.

Everyone wanted to be served by Ning instead of me.

It’s not a gender thing, it’s because I’m stupid.

Yes it’s true.

I’m stupid and clumsy, I make mistakes all the time and despite repeated reminders, I would still make the same mistakes.

I can’t help it. I know I’m stupid, low IQ , I don’t know. Something is wrong with me.

Ning on the other hand, is so much smarter. Let’s not forget she is smoking hot as well.

Her long legs looked so good when she turned up in shorts. I always imagined I was hiding in the store where she changes into her long pants for work. That way I would be able tot steal a glimpse at her panty.

Ning scolds me sometimes when I mess things up but it’s ok with me.

She will always remain the sweet helpful girl in my heart.

You can probably imagine by now I’m that loner hiding in a corner of the room with a book in hand.

The one with no friends.

It’s true, I feel more comfortable spending my time with books that with other people.

Ning knows this, and she gives me quite a few books she no longer wants. I took them all. It didn’t matter if the covers were pink and the titles were girly.

I treasured everyone of them, arranging them neatly in my shelf.

I would even smell the books and imagine I was smelling Ning’s hand.

I masturbated to Ning regularly, I want her but she would never want someone as stupid as me.

She’s a smart university undergraduate, whereas I’m just a lowly stupid guy working in a retail store. It wasn’t long before I started writing poems and love notes to Ning.

She read each one and laughed. She thinks it’s a joke.

I don’t blame her.

It’s like a toad lusting after a swan.

We kept in touch after she went on to study full time in university while I enlisted in the army.

Kept in touch meant sending each other a merry Christmas, or New year message once a year, usually one of those meaningless animated stuff other people forward.

I followed her social media feed, I stalked her postings.

Everytime there is something new for me to masturbate to, I will download and keep it in my computer.

We may be apart but my infatuation with her grows ever stronger.

After my service in the military, I started doing work as a security guard in a condominium.

It was simple work, recording vehicle numbers, and patrolling the grounds and scanning the various checkpoints. I still get scolded though, some residents can be pretty mean, expecting me to do everything from catching a lizard from their unit to changing a light bulb or helping them bring their trash to the recycle bin.

3 months into my work at the condominium, I got a shock when I saw Ning walking towards me at the pool.

Ning : JAMES !!! oh my god !!! what are you doing here !!!

James : Oh…. Ning…. You stay here ??

Ning : are you a security guard ?? hahahaha….

James : Yes…. It’s…. the only thing I can find … after I finish my army….

Ning : It’s been so long since I last saw you !!! my god… years… !!

It may be years since she last saw me but it was only last night when I saw Ning, not in person though.

On a screen, with my hand wrapped around my cock.

We caught up a little and Ning told me she is starting her own branding company slash online ecommerce slash marketing company.

James : wow… that’s impressive….. you’re so smart… I’m sure you will do very well….

Ning laughed as she looked at me in the ill fitting security uniform.

Ning : James…. Cannot la… you… you don’t look like a security guard… hahaha….

I smiled and immediately was a bit conscious of how I look.

I was about to excuse myself to save me the embarrassment when Ning held me on my shoulder.

Ning : JAMES!! James !!! look… I have an idea….there is no future…. In doing this… I mean… come on… security… ??

James : i…. I’m not exactly flooded with choices…. You… you know how I am…with work and all…

Ning patted her chest and gave me that sweet cock sure smile.

Ning : work for me James….

James : what ?

Ning : I have so many engagements, I have no time to edit my articles…. And write my reviews…. This is perfect….. remember you used to write those notes and peoms…. You write so well !!! what do you think ??

James : huh ?? .. i….

Ning : ok… look… I’ll pay you…. There’s CPF, there’s medical benefits…. I have a proper office….. you have your own desk, computer… a real office job….you deserve better….

This is like a fucking dream come true man.

Working for the girl you are masturbating to regularly.

Even if I’m stupid, I will not say no.

I nodded my head and Ning punched a fist in the air.

Ning : You are my first employee James !!! yes !!!... hahaha

She added that together, we will grow the company to great heights.

It all happened so fast, within a month, I was out of my uniform and i find myself standing in front of Ning at her so call office.

It’s a industrial unit in Paya lebar, it’s big, about the side of a 3 room flat.

It’s stacked full of sponsored clothing and samples. There are shoes and heels piled on top of each other on the metal shelves.

Clothes were strewn all over the place like it’s a war zone.

My own table was a cold metal desk and the computer I was given is Ning’s old laptop with 3 hello Kitty stickers.

It’s ok, I don’t mind.

Beggars can’t be choosers right.

I start work at 9 and I usually leave at 7pm.

There is so much to do.

Besides editing Ning’s work, I need to take photos, I need to drive her to engagements and events, I need to buy her meals, I need to wash her clothes.

I’m being worked like a slave.

Within a couple of months, Ning’s true colours started to show.

In front of the customers, the clients, she is the sweet darling of the influencer world. In front of me, she is at her absolute worst.

“ JAMES !!! OH GOD!!! FUCK…. WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID !!!! “

“JAMES !!! DON’T WASH THE COLOURS WITH THE WHITES !!! “

“ JAMES !! DAMM IT… FUCK…..!! WHERE IS THE OTHER SIDE OF THIS SOCK !! “

“ JAMES !!! WHERE ARE THE SCISSORS !! “

“ JAMES ….MY GOD.. CAN YOU FUCKING DON’T BE SO STUPID !!! “

Abuses like this fly on a daily basis.

Ning gets especially angry when the photos I take are not satisfactory.

“ MY LEGS ARE LOOKING FAT YOU STUPID !!.. NOT THIS ANGLE… !! “

“ AGAIN… NOT NICE !”

“ THIS VIEW CANNOT !!! ARE YOU DUMB ??  YOU’VE SHOT ANGLES LIKE THIS BEFORE SO MANY TIMES !!! “

“ NO… NO… NO…. TAKE AGAIN….!!! “

“ I SMILE UNTIL MY JAWS HURT ALREADY… YOU STUPID….FUCK…”

“ CAN YOU DO IT PROPERLY…?  USE YOUR BRAIN FOR ONCE !! “

I continued working quietly and I took the abuse, because I like Ning.

She looks so good in the photos. Especially in her sports attire. She’s pretty big in the sporting scene, doing active style type of clothing and endorsements.

The smile, the slim and tone body, that pair of sexy legs.

In photo, everything is perfect.

What about my pay ? Well, I’m being paid 1200 a month. The same rate I get for being a security guard. At least I get to work with Ning, a pretty and hot babe.

How do I handle the stress then ?

I masturbate of course. Almost on a daily basis.

Ning’s clothes, her worn shoes, socks. Everything her sponsor gives her, she wears them for the shoot then chugs them in the office.

I was tasked to wash and hang all of them up nicely. Before I do, I would indulge in them.

Sports bra ? Yoga tights ? those are my favourite.

Sometimes I wonder myself if I deliberately made the shoot more difficult to see Ning sweat and get all worked up, or maybe for her to stay in the clothes longer.

The longer she wears the clothes, the more of her smell accumulates on them. The greater the satisfaction when I use it to masturbate.

She usually leaves office around 5pm, leaving me with enough time to jerk off with the day’s offerings before heading home.

It’s a good thing for me, I get to see Ning, masturbate to her clothes.

Ning did not know that I have secretly taken pictures of her undressing.

I also have video of her peeing in the toilet.

Yes, I also have plenty of her upskirt.

At the days turn to months, and the months to years, Ning got more popular.

She started to get more busy but I remained her only staff.

My pay went up to 1.4k and I spent many night in the office.

Our office expanded to include a small studio and with 2 sections converted into 2 small bedrooms.

One for me and one for Ning.

There are nights when we are simply too tired to go on and we would just sleep over in the office.

I would touch myself under the blanket, thinking of Ning sleeping next door from me.

I thought maybe one day the shouting, the scolding and the verbal abuse would stop but it never did.

It’s ok.

It’s ok because I like Ning. She is my angel.

Until one day everything changed.

It was a Sunday.

I felt this throbbing need to jerk off and I did not want to do it at home.

I want to do it in the office, surrounding by Ning’s belongings and clothes.

I want to smell the clothes she has worn that week that is still lying in the laundry basket.

I made my way to the office and I was in the midst of picking out a bikini she modelled a few days ago when I heard commotion at the door.

I could hear Ning but she was not alone.

I panicked and I tried to find a place to hide.

I dashed into a large full height wardrobe with held all her long dresses and gowns and I held my breath.

Seconds later, I saw Ning come into office with a guy.

Another man.

They were smiling and giggling, they were holding hands.

I felt the anger rising in my heart but I felt that familiar rise in my cock.

Ning’s giggling stopped when the guy took her in his arms.

My erection throbbed when I watch them kiss and the guys hand started roaming downwards to Ning’s breast.

I find myself shaking and trembling in the wardrobe.

I was angry.

So angry that I felt like charging out and pulling them apart.

I watch Ning pull her own top off as she smiled at the guy.

That slut.

That fucking slut.

She has never smiled in that manner at me before.

I watched her remove her skirt, revealing a cream pair of lacy panty I’ve masturbated to before and before I realised it, I was smiling.

I was smiling as I look at Ning.

I smile not because I’m watching her undress.

I smile not because I know I’m going to get to see Ning have sex.

I smile, because my mind started to get flooded.

Flooded with images of the things I’m going to do to her.

She’s so proud of her body.

She like to show of her flesh and tone abs and humble brag about it.

I should grant her that wish of sharing her body with the world.

And before I do that, I’m going to enjoy her body.

Every

Single

Inch

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Since I’ve got the higa girls AU on the brain and @mathiashyde is too australian to be awake to humor me talking about it you all get a rambly text post on girl higas 

Kite Hisayo is all about club performance first and boys a way down the list. Or, preferably, not at all, because having boys hang around the tennis courts during practice causes several of her regulars to get distracted and giggly, and she’s caught them trying to catch upskirt shots of the girls while they’re playing. 

(She spends a fair amount of her time chasing boys away from practice)

Before changing her image, Kite was actually pretty insecure about how she looked, because a lot of boys would comment on how she’d be prettier if her shoulders weren’t so muscular etc. Because she wasn’t about to give up martial arts just to look cuter, she used to compensate for that insecurity through intimidation. 

But even as she switched to more masculine clothes and grew more confident in her looks she never really quit scaring people, because seeing people flinch when she flexes her shoulders is fun. 

Kai Yukari is VERY popular with boys for her vibrancy and overall cuteness, and either doesn’t realise or doesn’t care that Kite’s menacing glares scare all her potential suitors off. Because she wanders off on her own without thinking and doesn’t really consider why that might not be appropriate for a cute girl, Kite has her hands full keeping her out of trouble.

She’s kind of a menace in the dressing room because she comments on the other girls while changing without really thinking about her words, which occasionally hits sore spots. Or causes catfights, if aimed at Rin. Or causes Kai’s early demise if it’s about Kite and Kite’s assets, which it is quite often.

Hirakoba Rin likes to emulate big city fashion movements, with gyaru style clothes and makeup her current favourites because she already has the required tan anyway. Like Kite, Rin has some issues with her muscular figure, but unlike Kite she generally feels comfortable enough just making up for it by throwing on cute jackets, wearing her skirts well above school regulations and padding her bra.

Even though she’s one big pile of violations of school dress code, as a member of the disciplinary committee she’s actually quite diligent in writing down dress code violations coming from anyone else, provided said person isn’t on the tennis team. People who think they can argue with her over the hypocrisy are generally set straight pretty quickly and sometimes violently.

Even though she lives a pretty active lifestyle involving dance, tennis, martial arts and oceanside tennis practice sessions her nails are always perfect.

Tanishi Keiko goes by Kei or Kei-chan because the ‘ko’ part of her name just makes her feel bigger. She’s self conscious about her weight, but not actually all that concerned about her appearance. 

She’d like to be able to pull off the kind of cutesy girly clothes Kai and Rin sometimes wear, but that time she asked Kite to help out using her tailoring skills she learned that Kite is really not good at anything cute or feminine. 

Together with Chinen Hiromi she’s easily the tallest out of all of Higa’s students, which the two of them find funny more than that it bothers them. They first bonded when they were put next to each other during the opening ceremony, and have been a fairly easy to spot pair in the hallways ever since.

Aragaki Ichiko told her mom she was going to be JUST LIKE that cool girl who swept her opponents at a local martial arts tournament, which her mother thought was really cute until her cute baby girl coincidentally enrolled the same middle school as said cool girl from that one tournament, got a serious case of heart eyes and begged her mother to let her wear boys uniforms and chop her pretty long hair off.

She wasn’t allowed quite the transformation she wanted, but she did get to join the tennis team, where she has not yet had her conviction that ‘Hisayo-senpai can do no wrong ever!!!’ proven wrong. She’s actually very well-behaved and gentle in every other aspect of her life, though.

Shiranui Tomoyo never asked for any of this to happen to her, but her childhood bff Aragaki dragged her onto the tennis club and she guesses this madness is probably her life now. (also, sometimes Kite will pat her on the shoulder and tell her she’s doing great and okay she thinks she is maybe a TINY LITTLE BIT GAY DONT TELL ANYONE)

[ilikeoldchangke]

Seduction

This is a work of fiction.

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I was a little shocked when I heard that my friend Welly wanted to quit his job in a bank to start a food stall. It didn’t make sense at all to me.

Why would he do that ?

He’s making cool 5 figures a month in a foreign bank, if there is a measurement for success in this country, Welly is practically it

Welly stays in a condo in district 21, has a fully paid car, goes for holidays at least 5 times a year, as if that were not enough, he has a hot girlfriend, or rather wife to be.

Welly and I knew Melissa together when all of us were doing our internship at a bank. She pretty, well spoken and she has a great pair of legs.

Her breast is a full B cup and on days if she decides to give her figure a little boost with a push up bra, Welly and I would take turns counting the number of hardons we get throughout the day while working with Melissa.

The tight dresses and the hip hugging skirt set out tongues wagging whenever we had a chance to talk. I’m sure you know what it’s like, a couple of guys, talking about how you want to do that hot colleague of yours.

During the short 3 month internship, Welly and I took multiple photos of Melissa. Discreetly I mean.

She’s hot and I want her, and I know so does Welly. I caught him secretly taking a photo of Melissa at her desk before, and I’m pretty sure the awkward quick turn he did when I tried to take a upskirt of her at the pantry was evident enough he knew my feelings towards Melissa.

Our friendship blossomed in a way, if you could use that word to describe 2 guys lusting after the same girl.

The 3 of us went back to school after our internship but we kept in contact, meeting up once or twice a month to catch up.

Eventually it came to the point when it was obvious both of us wanted to go after Melissa.

Being brothers and all, we made a pact to compete freely. No matter who lost, it shall not affect our friendship.

Welly : Brothers….

James : Brothers….

We shook hand on the agreement like gentlemen and sealed the contract.

Melissa is aware that both of us are interested in her but she is afraid to make the choice for fear that it will tear us apart. We reassured her that we are not school kids, this is fair game.

It took close to a year and I lost eventually.

I lost because of certain choices I made.

Welly decided to continue his stint in the bank whereas I decided to roll the dice and start a business of my own.

It was this roll of the dice that sealed my fate with Melissa.

While Welly was the classic example of stability, I was the one that chose to take the path less travelled.

And stability is what all women wants.

Something that I was unable to give Melissa.

And to reinforce that her choice is right, my business did badly for the 1st 2 years. I was literally surviving on the 600-700 dollars profit after I take away the necessary cost.

I made mistakes, a lot of it, but with each mistake, I learn. I improvise, and the most important thing of all, I survive.

Welly, Melissa and I still kept in touch, meeting up regularly at least twice a month to catch up. The only difference then was that Melissa was always taking the seat on Welly’s side and the couple always paid for my meals and drinks.

Melissa : When are you going to stop James ?? … you know… get a proper job and all….it’s been how long already… ?

James : coming to 2 years already… blink of an eye….

Melissa : 2 years already…. You are already missing out on a lot…. Welly is already a vice president in the bank….

Welly : Dear…. You take a stone and throw into a bank… you can literally hit a vice president….don’t listen to her James…. You are already turning a profit right…..?? just a bit more to go I’m sure….

Melissa : His profit is what…. A few hundred…. ?

James : Well it’s 6-700…. After expenses and cost but I’m figuring things out along the way…… I think I might know what to do going forward….

Melissa : James…. Please….. 6-700 is not enough for a bag these days…

Welly : I think that’s because of your choice of bags….. don’t listen to her James…. If you need capital injection…. You know where to go…

I know Welly, he is the kind of person that will stand with me on my decision. That’s what brothers are for isn’t it ?

He has offered several times to inject funds into my business if I needed but I turned him down everytime. It hasn’t come to that, besides, my initial capital of 20k is still intact.

I’m making money, just not enough.

Which tells me what I’m doing is right, I just need to find the way forward and all will be fine.

Melissa : Maybe you should give yourself a deadline James ?? … I don’t know…. like another 6 months…. Or something…. If it doesn’t work… my office is hiring… operations executive….. if you are keen….

Welly : My bank is hiring too James….i’m just saying… I can hook you up…. But I just think you should try a little while longer… I’ve seen your books…..it’s good…. 90% of businesses shut down within the 1st year….. 95% won’t make it through the 3rd….. from the looks of things.. you are doing well…

Melissa : Don’t encourage him you idoit…..

Welly : Why not ?? …. I wish I could be my own boss one day too…..

I could see Melissa rolling her eyes and I laughed.

I envy Welly. The 2 of them look good together.

Seeing Melissa in her long sleeve white blouse and tight pencil skirt, I could pretty much imagine how Welly is going to fuck her after dinner that night.

Hiking her skirt up to her waist and making her hold onto the bed frame as he do her in her heels.

When Welly broke news to me that he got a promotion and he’s entered the 5 figure range for monthly pay excluding bonus, I was genuinely happy for him.

We’re 26, turning 27.

How many mid twenties chap could do 5 figures ? Welly is good with his work, he is dedicated, and he can talk. His salesmanship is top notch, if there is someone who deserves to get paid that amount, it would be Welly.

With Welly doing do well, Melissa decided to quit her job to start a small blogshop selling trinkets and accessories.

During my 27th birthday, Welly and Melissa brought me to a nice steakhouse and we blew close to $800 on the food and drinks for 3.

Welly signed for it without batting an eyelid even though I offered to take the bill.

James : Let me….

Welly : It’s your birthday bro…. when it’s my turn… then you pay…

Melissa : It’s 800 bucks James…. Don’t blow your entire month’s budget on this meal… hahaha…

I smiled but said nothing.

It’s the 4th year of my business and things are starting to look bright.

I have 2 staff and after taking away staff cost including my $5000 a month salary, the company still retained a profit of almost $60000 that year.

Welly : James is already making a profit ok…. In 3 years…. I think he will be the one paying for all our meals…..hahah

Melissa : He was turning a profit for very long… the thing is… whether is it enough or not…. Right… ? haha

Welly just smiled but said nothing.

He did not tell Melissa how I was doing and I could understand why. He was still unsure about her. As you can probably see by now, Melissa isn’t really the go getter, choosing to settle for the comfortable life.

Welly and Melissa are still dating, he had hinted about a proposal but so far nothing is concrete. Still this doesn’t stop Melissa from using Welly’s credit card for herself, chalking up easily 2-3k in charges every month.

2-3k is nothing to Welly, his annual package can well afford it but the question is how long will it stay at 2-3 ?

It will eventually go up to 3-4, then maybe 5-6.

I know what Welly is worried about. I can read him as well as he can read me.

He worried that if Melissa sees that I’m doing well now, she might have a change of heart.

I can’t say she’s exactly a gold digger because when she knew us, we both had nothing.

She liked the both of us the same. In fact, I had kissed Melissa first before Welly.

I had fondled her firm breasts before Welly.

I even touched her outside her panty and she did not resist me.

These are things that Welly did not get to do during the competition stage.

I know because the moment Melissa made her choice, she asked that these stay between us.

I agreed of course.

On Welly’s 28th birthday, he popped the question to Melissa and she said yes.

It was my turn to get the bill and I did not blink when the $1000 dollar bill came to me. I already have 4 employees with the 5th joining in a month’s time. I increased my monthly pay to 9k and put the car down as part of the company’ expenses.

I was truly happy for Welly and Melissa. The 1.8 carat diamond ring sparkled like the way it should. Welly was over the moon and so was Melissa, for a while at least.

After getting the bill and keeping my card, Welly had something else to say.

He had another announcement to make.

Welly : And there’s something else…. I’ve been thinking about it for a long time…..

Melissa : what is it…

James : More good news ??!! shall we open another bottle ??

Welly laughed and he announced that he is going to quit his job and start his own business.

Welly : I’ve been thinking about this for a while…. And I want to sell food….i really like food… and I think moving forward… that’s the way to go….

Welly reasoned that rain or shine, market crash or not, people need to eat, and people will queue and wait for good food.

To keep cost low and to get some experiences, he will first start off as a hawker. In fact, he has already scouted out a location in town and he plans to put things in motion within the next 3 months.

When Welly was done, he looked at both Melissa and my expression.

Welly : are you shocked ? hahah… to surprise to speak.. ? hahaha

James : but… why …. ? you’re…. getting what…. An easy 18 a month…. Excluding bonus….

Welly : but…getting 18…. Is not making me happy…. It’s not about the money James…. You’re your own boss.. you should know what I mean….

James : I… bro I’m with you all the way … you know I am but….are you sure ??

Welly patted his chest and said he has thought about this for a while.

Welly : 100%.... haha…. I’m going to be a hawkerpreneurs…..

I nodded and topped up his champagne.

James :well…. If you need anything… money… advices… contacts… you know who to look for…..

I proposed a toast and I noticed something.

Melissa was a little too slow when reaching for her glass even though she forced a smile.

The news came as a shock to her. It was obvious.

That shock eventually because a flashpoint in their relationship.

A small crack appeared in their otherwise undying love for each other.

When I saw that crack appearing, it was too tempting for me not to do something about it.

Especially more so when I always wanted to fuck Melissa.

How can I do this to my brother you say ?

Well, the thing is, I think Welly, is too good for Melissa.

He just doesn’t see it, maybe he does and he just doesn’t want to acknowledge it, so as his good friend, I believe it is my duty to make him see that.

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