Yo, I just found out this shit won't ever update again. I'm so sad it's not even funny, cause me personally, I wouldn't be a bitch and stand behind my books but thats just me.
Lowlow remains to be a 10/10.
Special thanks to @subbyyang for creating the video above 🫶🫶
See you later for another awesome book review!! 🥰🥰
Warnings: smut. !hard/mean dom! yangyang, DUB-CON, toxic (it’s mainly him tbh), cheating, dirty talk, kissing, rough sex, manhandling, masochism, slight dumbfication, spanking, riding/doggy, video recording, humiliation, choking, overstimulation, unprotected sex
Word Count: 1.3k words
A/N: I am trying to be more consistent with my writing but lack motivation to write 😭. I want to start writing more so I hope you enjoy this one. ALSO, I DON'T CONDONE ANY OF THE ACTS DONE IN THIS FIC!!
"Throw it back for me, baby," Yangyang says behind you as he bullies his way into your aching cunt. He recently started recording your sexual escapades together and uses them for jerk-off material.
"Mhm, you make me feel so—"
All you hear is a loud smack from behind, which was his hand coming into contact with your ass.
"Fuck, tell me something I don’t already know."
You two have been going at it like this for a while now. There’s always been something between you since you were in the same class.
That was until you started dating his best friend, Hendery.
You knew from that moment on you had to both stop having feelings for each other.
But one night at a party, when Hendery left you alone with him for a moment, Yangyang started flirting with you, even though you were in a happy relationship.
It was as if he didn’t care.
One thing led to another, and you went upstairs to one of the rooms and slept together. You've been secretly doing it ever since.
You always tell yourself it will be the last time and you won't do it again. But here you are, in your boyfriend's best friend's bed, being fucked like a sex toy.
"Hello, sweetheart, did you hear what I said? Don’t pass out on me."
You were so deep in thought, that you didn’t register what he was saying.
You shook your head no in response.
"God, you can be so dumb sometimes. I said smile for the camera for me."
You didn’t even notice that he was recording in the first place. Usually, he tells you these things beforehand, but you never really like that he records you in the first place.
What if Hendery somehow sees them and finds out?
"P-please don’t record this time—"
He pushes your neck down into the mattress and whispers into your ear.
"Oh, please don’t act like you don’t like being recorded, baby. I bet you think it’s so hot that I use these videos to get myself off every night. You’re just as much of a pervert as I am."
You felt yourself tightening around him at his degrading words.
"Whoa, you seem to like that a lot, huh, love? Hendery was right about you being such a slut."
Your eyes widen at his statement.
"W-what are you talking about?"
"Oh, come on, as his best friend he tells me everything. Even when it comes to you guys having sex. He doesn’t go into crazy detail, but he always mentions how much of a slut you are."
Your eyes start to tear from all the stimulation you are receiving. From his degrading words to him hitting you in all the right places, you're not about to last very long.
"Mhm, you’re so cute, you can’t even say anything back. You know what would be funny?"
You were too lost in the moment to try and even question him right now. He pans the camera close to your face and says,
"If I show this to Hendery."
The look on your face was absolutely priceless. He had just instilled so much fear in you. It would break Hendery's heart if he found out about the two of you, especially like this.
"P-please… don’t, I—"
He leans back and lands another smack against your ass, harder than the last time.
"Aww, I don’t hear you. Beg harder for me."
This was all so humiliating. You hated how he was belittling you and your feelings. He knows that you feel guilty about cheating on Hendery. You even told yourself you were going to come clean and let Hendery know, but of course, Yangyang somehow convinced you not to.
"P-please don’t send it. I’ll do anything you tell me to, I—"
"Anything, princess?" he said with the biggest smirk on his face. You instantly regretted saying that. But you didn’t want Hendery to find out about the two of you. You nodded your head in agreement.
"Then I want you to ride me."
Your eyes widened at his request. You’re not used to being on top, and you struggle when it comes to being in that position. You tried it once with Hendery and didn’t even last 5 seconds.
How are you supposed to last longer with Yangyang?
"You know I can’t—"
"Do you want me to send this to him now or even call him—"
"FINE, I’LL DO IT."
He was taken aback by your sudden outburst. He had never heard you yell like that before.
He leans back against the headboard and gets in position for you. You lean back against him with your back facing him, but he doesn’t like that and flips you to face him.
"I want you to look at the camera as you get on top of me."
He was enjoying every second of this, practically getting off on your pain and embarrassment. You follow his orders, holding him at the base and slowly inserting yourself into him. He was on the girthier side, and you had to be careful with putting it in. Eventually, you’re inside him, and you slowly start jumping up and down. You rest your hands on his shoulders for support, moving at a slow pace.
But he didn’t like that.
He spanks your ass again, and you let out a whimper in response.
"Come on, baby, we don’t have all day. Don’t take your sweet time."
You oblige and start moving at a faster pace. Moans escape both of you. You don’t feel as much pain being on top of him. You throw your head back in pleasure, and he chokes you, bringing his gaze onto you.
"Don’t forget to keep your pretty eyes on the camera, love."
You were so into the moment that you forgot he was recording you. You start to feel closer to the edge, and your pace quickens rapidly. He senses it and grunts in response. He can’t take it anymore and throws his phone across the bed.
He wraps both his arms underneath you and starts pounding up into your cunt. You let out a loud scream in response, a sound you’ve never made before. He starts kissing and licking your neck, making your vision start to fog up a bit. He then whispers in your ear,
"Do I fuck you better than him?"
Your eyes widen at his question. You had forgotten about Hendery altogether.
"Umm, I—"
He smacks your ass for the final time and says in a husky tone,
"Answer the question, baby." He says as he gets closer, and so do you, both of you on the brink of climaxing.
"Fuck yes, you do, and I’m cu—"
Before you can finish your statement, he plants his lips onto yours, both of your tongues intertwining, and you both finish at the same time.
He places your head against his chest and caresses your bare back with his hands. You squirm and shiver at his touch.
"You did so good for me. I can’t wait to jerk off with this later."
Only he would say something so vulgar at a time like this. You get off his lap and lie on your side for a bit. He goes over to grab his phone from the opposite side of the bed and notices he never stopped recording. He has you on video saying he was better than your boyfriend which strokes his ego so much. Since your back was facing him, you couldn’t see the biggest smirk plastered on his face. He lets out a slight chuckle and shakes his head in disbelief.
Without turning to face him, you ask, "What’s wrong?"
He shuts off his phone and places it on your bedside table. He pulls up his pants and says,
"Ah, it’s nothing. Hey, do you still have that leftover ice cream from last time? We can eat some of it right now and finish that show we were watching?"
You turn to face him and smile in agreement.
One day, you hope that you can stop yourself from doing this with him…
saw a video of briize having a banner asking anton to slap her and he pretended to actually slap her hello???! this gave me sm ideas cuz bro..
imagine you're on your knees, sitting between his legs, sucking his dick (as you should), and he's grabbing your head with his both hands, bobbing your head up and down js using you like his personal flashlight, head thrown back and his lips parted as he's just breathing out heavily. then whenever he's close he gets little aggressive. he starts to fuck into your mouth and he doesn't gaf if you can breathe or not. his heavy balls covered in your saliva slapping against your chin and his tip hitting the back of your throat. he pulls out and rub his cock on your face when he slaps you twice without holding back. you're so shocked, you only see black for few seconds and then you feel his hot load on your face. as he's still cumming, he shoved his throbbing cock back into your mouth, still cumming and bob your head few more times. he's groaning and keeping your head on his cock until he rides out his orgasm.
BF! HAECHAN who calls you his "bean", because his way of being romantic is always out of the ordinary.
BF! HAECHAN who is always happy to spend a day at the bookstore if it means seeing you happy.
BF! HAECHAN who loves hugging you from behind, placing his chin on your shoulder.
BF! HAECHAN who never lets go of your hand in public, because he shows love out loud.
BF! HAECHAN who makes a game out of flustering you, seeing how far he can get you to blush, finishing it all off with a sweet kiss on your lips.
BF! HAECHAN who indulges your passenger princess tendencies. always ready to drive you wherever, handing you the aux, keeping his hand on your thigh.
BF! HAECHAN who loves to spend a quiet day at home after a busy week with you in his arms.
BF! HAECHAN who never misses an opportunity to tell you how gorgeous you are, how pretty you are, how you're the most beautiful girl in the world.
BF! HAECHAN who is an absolute gentleman on your period. he'll quit the ragebaiting just for your comfort. he'll keep extra pads in his apartment and never makes you feel bad about accidentally staining something.
BF! HAECHAN who is an absolute menace the rest of the month, kissing you in public, picking you up by the waist out of nowhere, teasing you just to make you blush.
BF! HAECHAN who tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. "need to see your whole face, pretty."
BF! HAECHAN who can't imagine what his life would be without you, his sweet angel.
BF! HAECHAN who keeps a pinterest board for your future wedding, because his future wife deserves only the best.
BF! HAECHAN who always smiles at the thought of a future with you. only you.
SUMMARY: ── a late night shift at MBTI VHS Shop takes a horrific turn
GENRE: ── horror (mention of blood)
connected with this and thank @ningningspapafrita for pictures and video 💚
The MBTI VHS Store flickered to life as the neon “OPEN” sign buzzed in the window. Rows of VHS tapes lined the aisles and movie posters hugged the walls. Behind the counter, Jaemin flipped through a magazine while Jeno arranged returns in neat stacks. Chenle wandered between aisles, humming, while Jisung dragged a mop across the floor. From the back room, Renjun carried a dusty box of old tapes, muttering about how strange some of the labels looked.
The bell above the front door jingled. A man stepped inside. His face was pale, his coat drenched from rain, and his eyes lingered too long on the boys. From the corner, Mark froze. Beside him, Haechan stiffened too. A chill ran through both of them.
“Do we… know him?” Mark whispered.
“I don’t think so,” Haechan muttered. “but it feels like it...”
A scream burst the shop’s ambience. Down aisle three, a customer convulsed on the floor, limbs twitching violently. Another customer browsing the same section leaned over, reaching out to the man. “Hey, you okay?”
The convulsing customer’s eyes shot open and with a guttural scream, he lunged, biting deep into the man’s throat. Blood sprayed across the VHS covers, dripping down onto the tapes.
“What the-” Jisung stuttered, dropping his mop. “Chenle, look at this”
Chenle rounded the corner just in time to see the attacker rise, blood painting his chin. The customer turned, then sprinted straight at them. “Run!” Jisung yelled, stumbling backward. The thing launched itself at Jisung, mouth wide open. Chenle threw a kick, knocking it back, making the creature hit the shelf, tapes clattering to the floor.
Before it could rise again, Haechan was already there. His hand wrapped around a fire extinguisher and with a single thrust, he drove it through the customer’s skull. The body twitched, then fell still.
The store went silent.
“You killed him!” Jaemin shouted, stumbling back in shock. “Are you insane?!” Jeno’s voice cracked. Mark’s voice cut sharp through the panic. “That wasn’t a customer…”
From the back room, Renjun staggered out, clutching a strange VHS tape. His hands trembled, eyes wide as though he’d seen something horrific. “Guys…” He whispered, voice shaking. “This tape- it’s moving…”
Before anyone could react, Mark bolted for the exit. “We need to get out NOW!”
He barely reached the entrance when every tape in the store shook violently. Shelves toppled. The static whine of rewinding tapes filled the air, whispers overlapping into a deafening shriek.
And then, like a vortex, the glowing VHS tape pulled them all in.
The boys hit the ground hard. But when they stood, the shop was no longer bright and clean. It was burned out and rotting, the shelves shattered and smeared with blood. Neon signs flickered in the distance, but the windows showed only endless pink fog.
The floor cracked. Hands burst from the ground- rotting corpses dragging their bodies upward. The first wave of the dead emerged, their groans echoing across the ruined aisles.
“What the hell is going on?!” Jeno shouted, grabbing Jaemin’s arm.
“Where are we?” Chenle cried.
Jisung backed against the counter, face pale.
Mark and Haechan exchanged a serious look. They knew what was happening.
“Not again…” Haechan muttered. Above they heard a voice “Perhaps next time you’ll STICK TO THE SCRIPT” Mark chambered the pistol he suddenly found in his grip. “Welcome to hell, boys.”
SUMMARY: ── trapped in one of Sicheng's film, the group must survive a horde of zombies.
GENRE: ── horror
connected with...this and thank you @ningningspapafrita for the video 💚
Rain bled into the grand hall room, filling in the cracks of shattered pavement. The white pillars stand weakly, fighting against the green fog that slithered into the buildings. Somewhere in the distance, a hollow scream filled the silence.
Kun tightened his grip on the Colt Python in his hand. “We stick together,” he said with a low voice. “One wrong move and we’re feeding those things.”
Ten, fixing his hat, scanned the room with restless eyes. He’d seen those things crawl out of the ground, their mouths opening wider than humanly possible. Yangyang crouched beside him, reloading his shotgun with trembling fingers. “I am going to kill Sicheng when we get out of here.”
“Don’t look at them too long” Xiaojun warned, his pistol aimed at the hall behind them. “The longer you stare, the closer it gets” And then came the sound- a wet, dragging shuffle. Figures emerged from the mist, jerky silhouettes coming from every corner. Their skin was blackened in patches, eyes glowing.
“SHOOT” Hendery barked.
Gunfire tore through the green fog. The air reeked of rotten corpses. Every corpse that fell, more appeared, running towards them.
The ground rumbled. A massive horned creature clawed its way out, skin stretched over, it’s ribs poking out, jaws lined with needles for teeth. Its roar shook the building.
Ten caught Kun’s gaze across the chaos. “We’re not getting out of here, are we?” Kun racked his weapon, face set. “Not unless we find the Rift and close it.” Somewhere above, they could hear that voice again.
your back hit the hallway wall before you could even finish question what was happening, jaemin’s hand already snaking under your skirt like he’d been waiting all night.
“you think i didn’t see you?” he growled, voice low against your ear. “bending over in front of me like that. laughing at shit that wasn’t even funny. teasing me.”
you gasp, hands flying to his biceps, but jaemin’s already dragging the thin lace of your panties down with rough hands, not bothering to be gentle.
the very thin fabric didn’t stand a chance against jaemin. the fabric ripped easily, right on the spot that usually covered your cunt.
“jaemin—”
“shhh. don’t need these anymore,” he mutters, tossing the torn fabric to the side like it offended him. he doesn’t spare it another glance and grips the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up around his waist. grinding the thick shape of his cock against your soaked center through his pants, his face twists to one of complete pleasure.
“fuck, you’re soaking already. such a messy little thing, aren’t you?”
you nod, half-whimpering, and he smirks before spitting on his fingers, rubbing it between your folds like he needs to get you even wetter. you can hear how slick and aroused you are as he circles your entrance. two fingers pushing in and curling up just right.
“so tight, angel,” he groans. “and all mine.”
he leans in and nips at your neck, sucking a lovebite just beneath your jaw. “gonna fuck you right here, hm? don’t care if anyone hears. wanna ruin you so bad you can’t even think about anyone else.”
his fingers work you open mercilessly, the stretch already making your thighs shake. and then he pulls them out, only to rub your wetness over his bulge. eyes dark, feral.
“you feel that?” he whispers, voice husky. “that’s what you do to me. every time you wear something so pretty under your clothes just to be a brat.”
“i wasn’t being a brat,” you breathe out, nails digging into his shoulders.
Stop being jobless and nasty because someone doesnt write for YOUR piss kink and writes for girls INSTEAD OF UGLY FUCKING MEN LIKE YOU!!!! GET THE FUCKK OFF MY PROFILE YOU UGLY FAD
your back hit the hallway wall before you could even finish question what was happening, jaemin’s hand already snaking under your skirt like he’d been waiting all night.
“you think i didn’t see you?” he growled, voice low against your ear. “bending over in front of me like that. laughing at shit that wasn’t even funny. teasing me.”
you gasp, hands flying to his biceps, but jaemin’s already dragging the thin lace of your panties down with rough hands, not bothering to be gentle.
the very thin fabric didn’t stand a chance against jaemin. the fabric ripped easily, right on the spot that usually covered your cunt.
“jaemin—”
“shhh. don’t need these anymore,” he mutters, tossing the torn fabric to the side like it offended him. he doesn’t spare it another glance and grips the back of your thigh, hiking your leg up around his waist. grinding the thick shape of his cock against your soaked center through his pants, his face twists to one of complete pleasure.
“fuck, you’re soaking already. such a messy little thing, aren’t you?”
you nod, half-whimpering, and he smirks before spitting on his fingers, rubbing it between your folds like he needs to get you even wetter. you can hear how slick and aroused you are as he circles your entrance. two fingers pushing in and curling up just right.
“so tight, angel,” he groans. “and all mine.”
he leans in and nips at your neck, sucking a lovebite just beneath your jaw. “gonna fuck you right here, hm? don’t care if anyone hears. wanna ruin you so bad you can’t even think about anyone else.”
his fingers work you open mercilessly, the stretch already making your thighs shake. and then he pulls them out, only to rub your wetness over his bulge. eyes dark, feral.
“you feel that?” he whispers, voice husky. “that’s what you do to me. every time you wear something so pretty under your clothes just to be a brat.”
“i wasn’t being a brat,” you breathe out, nails digging into his shoulders.
overstimming anton and him accidentally calling u mommy :((( jerking his cock already slick with his own come while he just sits there and writhes underneath u :(((( and it’s sosososo good but sosososo much and he can’t take it and he doesn’t realize that he says it in between all the incoherent moans :((( “baby, please, enough pleeaaase, i can’t i can’t, mommy, please, no more please mommy please i can’t” :((( he doesn’t seem to notice it even slipped out but you start stroking him faster n provoking him on saying “you don’t wanna be good for mommy, baby?” and he’s just soooo fucked out, can barely breathe, just nodding along to whatever you ask, saying “nonono mommy i’ll be good please please pl-ease,” so dumb and pliant for mommy :(
“so nice and warm.” haechan snuggles in closer to you, face buried in your neck and you can feel his lips against your skin. his hand rubs against your tummy before sliding his hand up under your shirt.
you flinch when you feel his cold hand against your warm skin. “you’re cold.” you whine trying to push his hand away, but he smiles keeping it there.
“just wanna feel you.” his hand rests for a minute before he’s slowly dragging it up to palm your tit and he sighs when he gives it a squeeze. “perfect stress ball.”
and even though he never keeps his hands to himself, moments like these are what you love. just snuggling in with your love.