"hyuck get out of my shirt" you tried tugging your oversized tee up, he pushed your hands away, "you mean OUR shirt baby, our shirt." you had been watching a movie, not paying much attention, you had let haechan's hands roam the inside of your shirt. you hadn't thought much of it, thinking that he was being his usual clingy self. but before you knew it haechan was inside your shirt, head poking out from the top, his chest glued to yours, "hyuck you're stretching my shirt out please get out!" you pushed his head down, attempting to get him out. "i don't think so missy," he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you closer, if that was even physically possible, "yeah baby, i'm not moving, you're stuck with me." he nudged his head into your neck peppering it with kisses. you watched the fabric of your shirt stretch the more he moved, haechan owed you a new shirt, preferably his.
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anyway, jaemin forcing you flat on your stomach, his big bicep curled around your throat to keep you locked in place while he fucks into you. his eyes are glazing over, slacked jawed expression so clear in the mirror in front of you. the grin that spreads over his lips is animalistic when you let out a choked sound, face turning darker the longer he kept you in that hold - smushed against the hard muscle and web of veins beginning to peak from his skin.
he’s losing his grip, caught in the way you suck him in just right; pussy nearly squeezing the essence out of him. he was nothing but dumbly and roughly fucking you. no thought in his head other than “she’s so pretty” and “need to breed her”
— jaemin in the pick me chronicles rn
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I had this weird dream where I was Jeremy (dude on the left) in college like setting with other eldritch creatures, and I was bullied by other demigod because "I was not as I used to be"
So I am making an artwork out of this "vision", why not
First art of the year btw, yaaay :D
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