#i can't write to save my life

[thisonelikesaliens]

jt620123 ig 05.20.24

writer/producer of the show posted a 520 (i love you) special that was pure domestic fluff with Qian and Yuan babysitting their niece. big disclaimer again, not a writer but tried my best to translate the joy i got from this piece and hoped i managed to spread some of that joy to this fandom

Not yet a year old, here Xiao Xiao Bao was again at her uncles' place. Xiao Bao had become a fairly well-known celebrity in the Asian entertainment world, and San Pang would be following her whenever she had to travel for work, which meant her brothers were on for babysitting duty.

Wei Qian never thought his sister's career would take off after getting married and having a child. These days, not many female celebrities would so openly talk about their partners and children, and perhaps it was exactly because of the way Xiao Bao set herself apart from the industry norms that she garnered so much support.

Wei Qian put down the magazine after reading the exclusive interview of Xiao Bao and her family (that he noted did not include her brothers). He picked up Xiao Xiao Bao who was happily entertaining herself and complained to her about her mom.

"That interview about your mom's family should've included your uncles, right? We're way more good-looking than your dad! Here, let me see…it's a good thing you look like your mom instead of your dad."

As if to show that she did not appreciate the disrespect towards her parents, Xiao Xiao Bao began to cry.

Wei Qian tried to pacify her but her cries became louder, so he picked her up and went to prepare formula, but Xiao Xiao Bao was still crying and wouldn't take the bottle.

Utterly defeated, Wei Qian had to ask for help.

"XIAO YUAN, HOW MUCH LONGER IS YOUR CONFERENCE CALL?"

Wei Qian put the bottle on the table and decided to check Xiao Xiao Bao's diaper.

"Sorry, give me a moment. I'll call you back soon." Wei Zhi Yuan ended his call and came downstairs.

As soon as Wei Zhi Yuan appeared, Wei Qian passed a still wailing Xiao Xiao Bao over to him.

"She's not taking the bottle, I think she needs a diaper change."

Yuan checked the time, checked the diaper, then picked up the bottle to check the temperature.

"It's too hot, run it under cold water for 30 seconds." Wei Zhi Yuan instructed as he handed the bottle to Wei Qian.

Wei Qian took the bottle and went into the kitchen, grumbling under his breath about the trials and tribulations of babysitting.

Wei Zhi Yuan sat down with Xiao Xiao Bao on his lap, wiped her tears and rocked her back and forth while humming. Xiao Xiao Bao's cries turned to sniffling and eventually stopped completely, then she grabbed Wei Zhi Yuan's finger and started to put it in her mouth.

"I'm so sorry, your little uncle lost track of time, you must be hungry! Don't be mad at your aunt, he can't even take care of himself…"

"Who did you call 'aunt'?" Wei Qian said menacingly while thrusting the bottle in Yuan's face. Realizing his mistake, Yuan took the bottle and corrected, "I'm the little uncle in charge of changing diapers~you're the best BIG UNCLE in the world in charge of feeding her~"

Pacified, Wei Qian sat down next to Wei Zhi Yuan and watched him feed their niece.

"I fed Xiao Bao like this when I was a kid too, and now I can't believe I'm watching you feed her and San Pang's daughter…"

That made Wei Zhi Yuan chuckle. Wei Qian yawned, then leaned on Yuan's arm, playing absently with Xiao Xiao Bao's little feet.

After Xiao Xiao Bao finished the bottle, Wei Zhi Yuan leaned forward to put the bottle back on the table and noticed that Wei Qian had already fallen asleep, his head sliding down and nesting comfortably on his lap.

Wei Zhi Yuan burped Xiao Xiao Bao while watching Wei Qian fondly, then bent down to press a kiss on Wei Qian's forehead.

"No matter who you are, from now on we will never be apart as long as we live."

[gremlin1goblin0]

Sooo to anyone that sees this, I need a little help with a college project but I don't know what to do. I need to come up with a stream of action related events for a superhero movie script, for my script writing class. But I have no idea how to do that, I have no ideas and my ADHD is only letting me fixate on the characters and the more minor details.

I put a big bad in that is similar to All For One from MHA, in the sense of people the hidden final boss sort of deal. But I have no ideas on how to set up the action bits between the beginning of the story and the final fight. Even just sharing a good movie to reference would help, as I am allowed to use other plots to mix and match into my original idea.

Also, all identities are to be treated as batman treats his. Super secret level. Also lots of powers, got so many ideas for those but not fights ugh.

[primordialscream]

bobo retweeting a rhea fancam. he's just so

[goodbyelogik]

Wilkommen in Altsturm. This small seemingly charming city. Beautiful, narrow streets where the violence is born. Family houses where the sense of detachment grows stronger with every generation. The schools killing creativity, workplaces killing productivity, entertainment spaces where fun is only an imagination. Everyone knows each other. Seemingly. Because once you come here, this town will soak all the energy from you. Once you visit, there is no going back. You become an inseparable part of this society. Entangled in this isolation, separation, deviation…

[afortoru]

I'm finally writing a ceo!toji fic TT

[foreignallyofc]

I finaly made progress on that dumb-dumb motivational letter

Since it's fully in english I can only pray I got it half right lmao

[asgardwinter]

so... writers block got me...

[nocek]

Some Miguel and Gabriella doodles form last month :) I just hadn't had the motivation to turn them into proper drawings.

But the bottom two actually are part of my headcanons:

So starting with the happy one as in the one on the right:

I headcanon that Miguel actually ended in Gabriella's universe on accident and the multiversal travel didn't exist yet (to be more precise it was invented to look for Gabriella's father because Miguel didn't know that he was dead and just assumed they like switched places or something) and he explained the whole situation to Gabriella rightaway (because there is no way to be able to fit into another dude's life without a hitch even with I was bonked in the head recently excuse).

Gabriella was skeptical but decided to approach whole situation sitcom style. Dad was replaced by awkward but caring dude with superpowers - let's help him but also try the new boundaries. So she approached with hey dad runs twice a week and I ride the bike with him. I can show you our favorite route! And then proceeded to extend the route muuuuuch beyond what was humanly possible for her dad. And then beyond what was possible for her just out of curiosity if Miguel will ask to stop. Well he didn't so now after long ice cream break he needs to carry her home because she totally absolutely is beat and cannot cycle anymore (and also this way is more fun).

And the second separate depressing au headcanon that is not as tied to the picture but I guess I'll share it here:

While the Gabriella's universe was falling apart all the spiders there just grabbed as many civilians as possible and jumped through the portals. So Gabriella and couple dozen displaced people are alive at spiders hq and things are maybe better but also worse.

Since Gabriella is alive Miguel can't go sulk in the corner in his office. He needs to put on a front for her. Which most likely doubles the pressure that he already puts on himself.

Gabriella isn't an idiot and figures it out so she also tries to put on a front.

But to add a little spider whimsy and make the whole thing a bit happier - here comes Gwen.

Miguel was just as grumpy about letting her join spider society as was in the movie buuuuut Gabriela decided that Gwen being the slightly older girl with a little bit of alternative vibe is the coolest person ever and we will be best friends. And you are a ballerina!!!! I want to try ballet too!

Which in turn forced Miguel to be nice like to other Gabriella's friends and maybe be a bit more mindful and realize that Gwen needs more than place to stay and new friends and coworkers. She is too young to just jump into adulthood. She needs her father or better father figure.

And he tries to dump that on Peter B which doesn't work because Peter suffers form serious case of baby brain but also sees Gwen more like a equal adult and friend.

Besides the idea of Miguel trying to be nice and failing at because he approaches it form his experience with Gabriella standpoint while dealing with teenager is kinda fun and I like it.

[anavc25]

I got lost to far in the crocodad theory and do u know what i want

I want a fanfic that Crocodile discovers that he is Luffy's father, but not during their first meeting or during Marineford. He finds out after leaving Luffy to die in the desert, but BEFORE Luffy shows up again to save Vivi.

Maybe Robin talks to him about D. or he finds a letter from Dragon about their son. But imagine the panic that fills Crocodile heart and he thinks "i killed my own son"

He goes back to the desert to find the body but there is nothing there... maybe he survived? No, there is hundreds of animals in the desert who would make a feast and dont let any bone behind

So he goes back to the city and HE. IS. FURIOUS. With himself? yes, a lot, but also with this country and especially with Vivi. If the damn princess hadn't convinced his son to help her, none of this would have happened. So Crocodile continues his plan. he wants Pluto, and he will destroy the world trying, starting with Alabasta.

and then, luffy appears flying carrying a barrel of water and Crocodile is too stunned to speak. After that the story can go one of two ways:

Like cannon: Crocodile recovers from the shock and is happy, but decides to keep this secret to himself. What good would it do for him to stop the plan now when he's so close to achieving it. he intends to defeat his son in a less lethal way this time and then have a conversation between father and son that would really be necessary (but it doesn't happen because Luffy is Luffy and kick his ass and then he is send to Impel Down and LUFFY IS GROUNDED)

But my favorite way is like... Crocodile stops. he just stops. he looks at Luffy and nothing comes out. he receives punches without reacting. and obviously Luffy notices and gets pissed. "What are you doing Crocodile?!" and then... Crocodile just hugs Luffy. "What the hell is Dragon doing to leave you running around like that?". Confusion ensues. Let's save this country, I guess.

The end is Crocodile being like "You are NOT going to explore the Grand Line without your jacket learning Haki" and Luffy "DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!" "I'M YOUR FATHER YOU DO WHAT I SAY GET BACK HERE"

[koroa]

"when I look beneath the mask I am forced to wear, I see only emptiness"

[bookholichany]

I actually need a scene with Dream and Edwin meeting and Dream saying he remembers Edwin as a child who spent hours with Lucien around the dreaming library. And he would say so in an unnaturally soft voice because deep down the young ghost reminds him of his Orpheus.

[gremlin1goblin0]

Definitely gonna make my aliens siblings, because I have not been able to stop thinking of their childhood with a specific member of the SMP, and I just think it will be so adorable

[sandinthepipes]

Please somebody explain to me like I'm 5yo, how is it possible that there are 5000 characters in ofmd, and yet all of them have a great characterization in such few episodes?

Like, how do you do that? It always ends up with a lot of people who you don't even remember who they are, or what they do, or the "nothing new" characters. Yet I can name you every single one of ofmd and they're all somewhat of a main character????

[cerise-on-top]

Singing Price a Lullaby

Reusing one of my favorite ideas! I actually put in the names of all the characters I write for into a random picker and I got Price! Lovely, he's earned it!

Looking up from your phone, you gazed through the window, looking at the few stars and clouds that were visible. The sun had kissed the planet goodnight a while ago. And yet, here you were, all alone still, lying in your bed as you awaited your lover to finally finish his work for the day. A torturous time, really. Although he may have been so near, you dared not disturb him in what he deemed so important. And thus you were left to your own devices for hours now, asking him whether or not he had desired some food from time to time. Truthfully, an empty stomach was the only thing to make John abandon his oh so important work. And even then, conversation was sparse, he merely thought about work, not paying you much mind. While there may be the occasional answer were you to ask a question, it was short. He may have been the captain of a prestigious force, but that didn’t mean he should neglect you like that. Even you, with your understanding nature, had your limits. But it wasn’t John unintentionally ignoring you for the majority of the day that got to you, no. What really irked you was how few breaks he took. Yes, what he had to do was indeed of utmost importance, but you’d rather have him take care of himself either way. You brought him tea and water, incentives to get away from his paperwork for a few minutes at a time.

Looking at your phone yet again, the clock read 21:23. Had it been up to you, you would have dragged John from his desk and into bed. While you may not have been as strong as he was physically, you would hold him down until sleep would take him. If you needed to, you would learn to tie knots as well, anything to get your boyfriend to rest. With a sigh, you turned off your phone, deciding that you, and him, had had enough for the night. Your bed may have been a bastion of comfort, but it was incomplete without him. And thus, yet again, you sought him out in the one place he could almost always be found.

You knocked on the door to his office and, to no surprise, John invited you in, not bothering to open the door himself, however.

“Evening, love. Can I help you?” It was late, he had been working since the morning. Evidently, he was tired, his speech a bit slower than usual. John even had the gall to stifle a yawn around you. Had you been stronger, you would have picked him up, thrown him over your shoulder and carried him to your shared bed. But alas he was too heavy. The sentiment was still very much there, though.

“John, don’t you think it’s time to head to bed? It’s half past nine pm already, you’ve been at this since ten am.”

Turning back to his paperwork, he tapped the pen against his papers. “Just a little bit longer, then I’ll stop for the time being.”

Those few sentences made you irrationally angry. ‘Just a little longer’, that usually meant he’d be at this for another three hours or so, which was unacceptable. You took a deep breath and gently closed the door behind you. However, you could not pretend to be calm any longer as you stomped over to John, taking his papers from him and scanning them over. “Spelling error. Spelling error. Did you doze off as you wrote this? Wrong use of ‘than’. Spelling error.” You put the papers down with force, it was a surprise none of them had flown off the desk. “John, you’re dead tired and mentally exhausted. I think it’s time you call it quits for the night.”

Putting his pen down, he sighed. “Love, it’s alright. This is important and the deadline is coming up soon enough. I can go to bed later. I’m not tired just yet either.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer and resting his head against you, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’ll join you soon enough, don’t worry.”

“Stop shitting me. You’re leaving this room right now.” Grabbing his arm, you pulled him up. You had expected otherwise, but he put up no fight as you dragged him off the chair. It seemed as though not even he wanted to really work anymore this late. No one was going to burn him at the stakes for heading to bed for the night. Or stopping for any other reason. “And if you’re not tired, fine. We’ll do something else until you are tired.” What a liar. You were sure if you forced him to bed and wrapped a blanket around him he’d be gone in roughly ten minutes. Maybe even less. His eyes were only half open, and he was, yet again, stifling a yawn. “Come on, we’re heading to the living room. I have an idea for what we can do.”

For a moment he hesitated, refusing to go along with you as you were halfway through the door. John looked back at the documents on his desk, barely moving as you tried to drag him through the door. His gaze seemed almost empty as he stared off into space. He was half asleep, even while standing there. Eventually, he relented, turning off the lights and following you into the living room.

Holding onto his wrist still, you sat down on the couch, patting your lap as John simply stared at you. Raising his eyebrow, it was clear what he wanted to convey. ‘I’m too heavy for you, I won’t be sitting in your lap.’ But that wasn’t your intention either.

“Lie down, put your head on my lap.” Although he may have been a captain, he obeyed your command, no complaints from his side either. It was adorable how he looked up at you, barely conscious. You were certain he’d fall asleep eventually. However, maybe, just maybe, you could convince him to go to bed without him actually falling asleep in your lap. You wanted to sleep in your bed as well, after all. All of this could have been avoided if only he would take better care of himself. You’re going to scold him for that, but it could wait until tomorrow. For the time being you ran your fingers through his hair.

“What are we going to do now? Watch the telly?”

“Quiet, my dear. I’m thinking.” What you were about to do was kind of embarrassing. You were only really used to singing to yourself when no one was around. But you always found your voice to be quite soothing. In fact, you could sing yourself sleepy with certain songs as well. It was a blessing and a curse. You hoped you wouldn’t start yawning throughout it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as unlikely as one would think. Still, you’d give it your all. But what to sing? You wanted to go for something a bit nicer.

Eventually, you settled for a song, looking away from John for a bit before starting to play with his hair again. He never looked away from you, taking in all of your features, regardless of how many times he had seen them.

Your voice wasn’t overly loud, it wasn’t overly high pitched either as you sang. Still, you felt a bit embarrassed, avoiding John’s gaze. It seemed almost humiliating to you, singing in front of someone else after years of not doing so. But it would take John’s mind off of things, you hoped. Your little performance was nice, you could feel yourself relaxing a bit as well.

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

I think I found a flower in a field of weeds

Searching until my hands bleed

This flower don't belong to me

This flower don't belong to me

Why can't she belong to me?

Slowly, you could feel your eyes getting a bit droopy as well, a yawn coming along with the feeling. Still, you ignored such for the sake of continuing to sing. John shifted in your lap, laying down on his side as he nuzzled into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if he was actually enjoying this, anxiety building up in your chest. However, you had already started, it would be a shame to stop now.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Every touch, every smile, every frown

All the pain we've endured until now

All the hope that I lost, you have found

He wrapped his arms around your middle and sighed contently. Maybe your anxieties were unfounded after all. It wasn’t often he’d sigh like that, only when he was really comfortable. For a moment, you dared to look at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed happy.

Every word, every thought, every sound

Surrender

Every touch, every smile, every frown

Surrender

All the pain we've endured until now

Surrender

All the hope that I lost, you have found

His breathing was shallow and calm. Has he fallen asleep already? You would have preferred it if he had fallen asleep in your shared bed, but you supposed this was better than nothing. You could always just take a nap tomorrow.

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Surrender

Has my moment come and passed?

Surrender

I never had the nerve to ask

Your little performance was over now. You had found yourself to be quite tired yourself, but dared not to move in fear of waking John. Yet, eventually, he stirred awake, in spite of you not moving a muscle. His slumber didn’t last very long, if he had even slept in the first place.

“Beautiful, love. How come you never told me you could sing like that?”

“Well, it is a bit embarrassing. Even though I really do love singing. Anyway, go to bed, you stinker. It’s late and you’re tired.”

John sighed, but got up reluctantly. Having pulled you up with him, he linked his arm with yours. You were ready to hold him given how he swayed from left to right as he walked. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. You should sing more often. I’d love to hear you sing again sometime.”

“W-well, I’m sure that could be arranged… We’ll discuss that tomorrow. For now we’re heading to bed.”

“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else at this hour.” What a jester. Had you not intervened then he’d still be working away at some boring papers. But you were proud of him for complying. He needed that rest, after all.

You weren’t sure how long it took for him to actually fall asleep, but you could have sworn you heard light snoring the moment he hit the bed. In fact, he wasn’t even moving anymore, it was you, who had to drape the blanket over the both of you. But you didn’t mind. With a gentle kiss to the top of John’s head, you settled down for the night yourself, nestling into the blankets and getting comfortable. Eventually, you, too, fell asleep, tired from singing the lullaby.

[general-cyno]

not to get ahead of myself but thinking abt future opla zolu made me a little emotional bc depending on how many seasons the show manages to get, there's high chances of seeing so many of luffy and zoro's moments. and the thing is - there's a lot of them? their relationship is built upon all these moments and interactions, some small, some big, some when they're not even together but still end up referencing or mirroring one another in some way. it's just so good. I can remember more than few off the top of my head in alabasta, jaya, skypiea, water 7/enies lobby, thriller bark, sabaody etc and that's just pre-timeskip. opla has so much potential to go absolutely bonkers with these two I'm unwell

[hyunjinniesgirl]

behind the bubble - h.hj

today i present to you, yet another hyunjin smut. sorry not sorry. and yes this was def inspired by hyunjin saying he was naked while taking these selfies. i hope yall enjoy this one!! :33

this is a strictly 18+ fic. minors do not interact.

please like, comment, reblog, or interact if you liked it!! photos are from pinterest and are not mine.

wc: 2.2k

genre: smutty smut smut

warnings (if you are uncomfy with these topics please do not interact): fem!reader, harddom!hyunjin, sub!reader, brat!reader, brattamer!hyunjin, pet names (mostly baby), cunnilingus, face slap, thigh slap, piv, riding, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), daddy kink bc i have a problem, riding, mention of other members bc i have a problem, cream pie, finger sucking, cum eating. apologies if i'm missing something, pls let me know!

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You were already tucked into bed channel surfing through the hotel TV when Hyunjin walked in, still full of energy despite putting on a three hour show just an hour prior. You sat in nothing but one of the plush robes provided by the hotel, becoming one with the queen sized bed. 

“I’ll shower later,” he explained lowly, fiddling with the knot holding your robe together. “I’m a little hungry right now.”

“I’ll shower later,” he explained lowly, fiddling with the knot holding your robe together. “I’m a little hungry right now.”

“Hmm?” You questioned, lifting your head to look up at him. “Skijigi left a burger for you earlier, it’s on—“

Hyunjin chuckled, cutting you off. He dropped one of his big hands to your bare thigh, gripping harshly and smirking down at you. “Not what I meant, baby.” 

“Oh,” was all you could reply before Hyunjin guided you down to lay flush against the mattress, his gaze never breaking yours. 

Hyunjin always caught you off guard when he wanted you. He could go from being the softest, most affectionate boyfriend to a filthy mouthed fiend within half a second. You liked to think you had a decent amount of game before dating Hyunjin. In the beginning, Hyunjin was more shy and reserved while you made all the first moves, but as your intimacy increased it became obvious that Hyunjin actually held the upper hand in the bedroom. More often than not, Hyunjin made you putty in his hands, and you didn’t mind it one bit. 

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Hyunjin spoke softly, his breath hitting your neck. Tingles ignited down your body at his sensual whispers. You whined and writhed below him as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses behind your ear down to your collarbones. “I’m gonna take this cute little number off you and eat out your pretty little cunt, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anything, Hyunjin. I’ll do anything, please,” you begged, desperately trying to rut yourself against his hard on poking your thigh. The sight of you below him made Hyunjin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, almost forgetting his instructions for you. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so cute when you’re needy and begging for me,” he groaned. “I know it’s hard but I need you to promise me that you won’t make a sound. Can you be a good girl and do that for me, hmm?” Hyunjin looked up at you through his eyelashes as he continued to bite and suck at your collarbones. 

Your face burned red at his request, mouth hanging open in shock. “Jinnie, that’s not fair,” you whined.

In pure Hyunjin fashion, he ignored you, tugging on the knot of your robe to expose your bare body to him. You sat up slightly to push the robe off your shoulders and toss it to the side. Hyunjin moved his mouth back up to your lips as his hand trailed down your stomach to your sopping wet core.

“Shit,” Hyunjin swore against your lips as he swiped a single finger between your slick folds. “You played with yourself before I came back didn’t you?” He questioned, gliding his finger up and down your slit to gather the moisture pooling around it, just barely touching your clit. “I bet you laid here for hours on twitter getting off to videos of me performing tonight.” 

You nodded dumbly, not having the energy in you to lie, especially when he teased you like this. “You look so good on stage, Daddy, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Such a dirty girl for me.” Hyunjin clicked his tongue as he created some distance between the two of you. Locking his eyes with yours, Hyunjin brought a second finger down to your heat, gathering as much of your fluids as he could before bringing them back up to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, putting on a show just for you. 

You covered your mouth as your eyebrows knotted together, unable to look away at your godly boyfriend. You knew you looked pathetic sprawled naked against the bright white bed, legs spread wide just how Hyunjin liked it, your desire for him clear on your face and on the moisture now pooling on the sheets below you. Hyunjin hummed around his fingers, taking his time to truly savor your taste.

“Do you want a taste, baby?” Hyunjin asked, hovering over you once more. You nodded wordlessly, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him with wide eyes. Never breaking your gaze, Hyunjin gripped your jaw with one had, slightly squishing your cheeks as he let a string of spit fall from his mouth to yours. “Such a tasty fucking cunt, and all for me. Now, remember what I told you okay?” 

You swallowed his spit obediently, letting out a barely audible “okay, daddy” in your already fucked out state. Hyunjin had barely touched you and yet you could already feel your head fogging up with need. 

He used one of his hands to keep one of your legs rested on his shoulder, making sure you were spread wide for him. Hyunjin dipped his head down, immediately latching on to your clit. A yelp slipped out of you as you buried your hands in his hair, earning you a slap on the outside of your thigh. The stinging broke you out of your haze, growing more frustrated with the lack of attention Hyunjin was giving your pussy. After throwing you a glare in warning, Hyunjin continued his work on your pussy.

Rules be damned, you mewled and whined as you ground your core onto his plush lips. You thought you had gotten away with it too, until one hard pull on Hyunjin’s hair had him ripping his face away from your heat.  

“What did I say, hmm? Is it so hard to be a good girl just this once? You better watch it, princess, if you act up enough maybe I’ll just stop and get myself off in the shower,” your boyfriend threatened. You sucked on your teeth as he stared you down. 

“You wouldn’t, babe, you love my pussy too much. Why would you fuck your hand when my cunt is wet and ready for you already?” you spat out, riling Hyunjin up even more. 

You weren’t normally bratty, but Hyunjin’s request of you staying quiet while he ate you out was absurd. On top of that, he insisted on teasing you, refusing to put more than a finger inside of you. 

“That’s it,” Hyunjin mumbled, climbing back up your body to grab your face harsher than he did before.

Without warning, Hyunjin pushed his hard cock into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Hyunjin didn’t let up the grip he held on your face as he continued his shallow thrusts. You whined below him, begging him to go faster. He ignored you, slowly increasing his pace, but not enough to satisfy you. He was driving you insane with his teasing and you couldn’t even see what was in it for him. 

“If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll just go to Channie next door. I’m sure he’ll know how to fuck me dumb.” It was an empty threat, you both knew it, but it was enough for Hyunjin to snap. 

Hyunjin let go of your face abruptly, landing a swift slap across your cheek before regaining his grip. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his face less than a centimeter from yours. “You want to be a brat? I’ll fucking treat you like one.”

Hyunjin got up on his knees, once again lifting one of your legs to spread you open. Keeping his eyes trained on your pussy, Hyunjin finally sheathed his entire length inside you, making you arch your back off the bed. 

“What happened to my good girl, huh? When’d you get so fucking bratty,” Hyunjin mumbled, still watching his cock drill into your pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the hotel room, accompanying your moans. “My girl likes to get slapped doesn’t she? Your pussy was already so wet before but now it’s like your cunt is swallowing me babe.”

All you could do was nod and reach for him, grateful that he was finally giving you what you wanted. You panted his name over and over again, throwing an arm over your eyes as you focused on the sensation of Hyunjin fucking you. Hyunjin continued to fuck you hard, periodically pulling most of his length out before snapping his hips against yours all at once. He accompanied his thrusts with a hand splayed over your lower stomach, pushing down on your abdomen while his thumb moved quickly over your clit. The stimulation made you scream, forcing yourself to pull your arm away from your eyes and bite down on your hand. 

“Look at me baby.” You opened your eyes as Hyunjin panted over you again, sweat dripping down the side of his face. You stuck your tongue out for him once more in a silent request. Smirking at you, he fulfilled your wish, spitting harshly into your mouth, not slow and sensual like before. “God, you feel so fucking good. You look so good right now, letting me use you like a little toy.”

“Please don’t stop Jinnie, I’m gonna—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you grasped Hyunjin’s shoulders, pulling him closer. 

“Aww saying please? Seems my baby finally learned some manners,” Hyunjin teased. “I’ll let you cum this time, my love, but don’t expect this kind of mercy next time you decide to act up.” 

You moaned his name like a prayer as he brought you to your climax. You watched as he continued his thrusts, running a hand through his hair as he panted and grunted. He was mesmerizing like this, focused on his own pleasure as if you weren’t even there. 

“God, you’re so hot,” you whined, snapping him out of his haze. 

“Yeah?” he questioned with a smirk, watching the fucked out expression on your face. 

“Mhmm,” you mumbled. “You look so good, daddy, I want you to cum inside me so bad. I wanna be so full of you, please.” You were begging now, the brat facade thrown aside. Sex with Hyunjin wasn’t complete for you until you felt all of him.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin swore before flipping you over so that you were on top of him. You yelped in surprise before reinserting his member into you. You collapsed on top of him as he grabbed each of your thighs in his hands. 

“I needed to feel you close, baby,” he whispered in your ear, guiding you up and down on his cock. “Couldn’t stop thinking about fucking this sweet pussy while I was on stage. Now I get to cum inside it, fill it up with all of me. You’re such a little slut baby, letting me stuff you like this.”

“I’m such a slut for you, only you, Hyunjin, please I need it. You own this pussy baby.”

"Mm my pussy, all for me." Hyunjin’s panting sped up and grew more audible as he fucked you harder from below. Through gritted teeth, Hyunjin spilled himself into you, your bones turning to jelly as you relished in the feeling of his essence filling your hole. Hyunjin brought your head down to crash his lips into yours, sloppily chasing your lips as he rode out his high. 

You smiled as you pulled away from him, sitting up with his cock still inside you. Slowly, you lifted your hips, your shared essence sliding down his member. Hyunjin watched in awe as you brought a hand down, gathering some on your fingers and sucking it off, mimicking his earlier actions. 

“You’ll be the death of me,” Hyunjin said endearingly, bringing you back down to land a softer kiss on your lips. 

You climbed off of him, disregarding the mess you made temporarily. After a few soft kisses, Hyunjin grabbed his phone, switching to the camera app to take a few selfies of the two of you. He took one of his kissing your cheek as you cheesed with your eyes closed, and another of the two of you in a fit of giggles. 

“Should I take one for Bubble?” Hyunjin asked. It was a rhetorical question, of course, he would take one for Bubble. Hyunjin posted everything on Bubble.

“Baby, you’re naked,” you laughed, slapping his chest. Hyunjin’s eyes went wide at the realization before throwing his head back in laughter. 

“I almost lost my job,” Hyunjin joked, making the two of you laugh once again. “Ah, I got it.”

Hyunjin got up momentarily to wrap a hoodie around himself then resumed his selfie position on the bed. He snapped a few more selfies and an audio message before posting them.

“Okay!” He exclaimed, putting his phone away for the night. “I’m going to shower, and since you’ve been such a bad girl today I expect you to make it up to me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before throwing his legs off the side of the bed.

You rolled your eyes as he sassily sashayed away, trailing close behind him anyway.

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