Hypnos

Hello Sleepyheads! I'm Hypnos.

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MASTERLIST

The Creed

Chapter (1) - Penthouse

Chapter (2) - Second Plate

ITZY

Bodyguard EP. 1 - Yuna & Chaeryeong

Bodyguard EP. 2 - Lia

Bodyguard EP.4 - Ryujin ft. Yeji

Bodyguard EP. 5 - Yuna

Red Velvet

Bodyguard EP. 2 - Wendy ft. Irene

Deicide Ent. EP. 1 - Wendy & Joy

IVE

Bodyguard EP.3 - Wonyoung ft. Yujin

AESPA

Bodyguard EP. 5 - Karina

One-shot - Karina

The Manager - Karina (Wattpad)

Chapter - New Manager x Karina Chapter - New Manager x Giselle

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Rumi x Jinu

I just need this out of my system....

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Jinu materializes out of Rumi's sword.

Rumi: "Are you ready?" points her sword to the army of demons invading the human world again.

Jinu: "Always..." his eyes glowed gold, his patterns that were once purple now mirrors Rumi's prismatic one, as he taps in on his demon form, his claws sharper than ever.

Both Rumi and Jinu dashes towards the horde of demons who are trying to disturb the peace Rumi together with Mira and Zoey created two years ago by creating a new honmoon...

Sword cutting through flesh, a Demon Hunter so well verse on killing demons showing her prowess with ease and Her Demon partner tearing the demons apart and absorbing their essence.

Rumi: "Are you sure that won't affect you negatively?" Rumi asked Jinu with concern noticeable in her voice.

Jinu: "Don't worry, Princess..." As he breathes in, closing his eyes, feeling the essence of the demons he absorbed get assimilated into him. "This is much better than consuming human souls and I'm getting stronger by doing this."

Rumi stared at Jinu for quite awhile and smiled.

Rumi: "If you say so, I just don't want anything bad to happen to yo--"

Jinu interrupted her by cupping her face and getting her to look at him, eye to eye...

Jinu: "I will never disappear again... I promise. I will not leave you alone." He kisses her forehead with such gentleness and gave her a smile. "Now, let's finish these demons." As another wave of them comes from the tear on the Honmoon..

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Bad End

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Jinu would absolutely burn the world if he saw Rumi like this...

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Tags: Smut, Series, Oral  (Cunnilingus) 

A/N: Change POV

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You arrive at Giselle's work location... 

She's having a collaboration with ITZY's Yeji and IVE's Yujin. They are practicing their piece at the JYP Entertainment's Headquarters. 

You entered the JYP Building and some staffs are waiting for your arrival and guided you to the area where Giselle and her collab-mates stationed. It lead you to the iconic JYP Dance Practice room. 

The staff opened the door and there they are... Giselle wearing a pink booty shorts extremely enhancing her already plump ass. Yeji and Yujin are both wearing sweatpants. 

"Thank you..." You said to the staff that guided you.

You walk up to their location. "How's your day?" 

"Who are you?" Giselle asked confusedly for a moment then... "Oppa?!" 

You already knew that she'll recognized you just like what Karina did earlier. Seems like Red Velvet goes around bragging about you and you very blessed and well endowed rod.

"I'm here to deliver your food and I ordered enough for them as well, you can share it." You said and handed her the Pineapple Pizza, Chocolate Mint Shake that she likes. It's good enough for four people. 

 "Yeji-ssi and Yujin-ssi, eat first before you continue your practice." 

"Is this your group's new manager that you talked about earlier? He's really handsome!" Yeji said.

"He's very tall too, it's a waste to make him a manager. Look at him!" Yujin voiced out her opinion as well.

"Hello, My name is Lucas..." Bowing to them a little. "Come on, eat your fill." 

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An hour passed, Yeji and Yujin excused themselves after eating, they said walking after eating so much can help it digest the food faster.

You and Giselle are the only ones left in the practice room, it's locked from the inside and only those who has the keys can enter. 

"This is my first collab, Huh?" She mused to herself sauntering back and forth here in the practice room. "Can't believe it's finally happening. All that hard work and preparation are about to pay off. I'm collab-ing with other idols now." Giselle took a deep breathe, steeling herself for the challenge ahead. As she settled into the sofa, Giselle couldn't help but feel a sense of pride knowing that Aespa had been growing ever since their debut. This collab, Karina's brand endorsement and the other members own projects are a testament of their growing influence in the industry. 

A soft smile played on her lips as she thought about how far they'd come since debuting. From trainees struggling to perfect their craft to global idols gracing magazine covers, and red carpets. But Giselle knew there was still so much more they could achieve together.

You sat beside her on the sofa. Her already 'short' booty short rode up and it looks like she's just wearing panties. 

"Having so much thought inside that brain of yours?" You said to her. "Let me ease your mind a little bit." Since the whole Aespa already knows who you are, you might as well take the initiative. You put your hand to her thick thighs up to her booty shorts and slide it to the side together with her undergarment to finger her.

"Mmmph!" A soft gasp escaped her lips as your fingers slid into her panties, finding her already slick with anticipation. "Lucas-oppa..." She whispered breathlessly, arching her back slightly to press herself against your hand. Giselle's mind raced with a mix of excitement and nerves. The thrill of being touched so intimately in public was both thrilling and taboo - a forbidden pleasure that only added to the heat building between her thighs.

As your fingers began to stroke and tease, Giselle's hips started to rock subtly in time with your movements. She bit her lip to stifle any loud moans from escaping, not wanting  them draw attention from outside the practice room if ever they can hear it.

Despite the risk, Giselle couldn't help but let out small whimpers of pleasure as you worked your magic on her sensitive flesh. Her white thighs trembled slightly beneath the pink booty short, evidence of just how much she was enjoying this illicit encounter.

You knelt between her legs, look up to her as you lean in to ear her soaking pussy. "You can moan, but not to loud. You don't want to get caught right?"

"AHHH! Lucas-oppa!" She moaned softly, her voice barely above a whisper as your tongue delved into her dripping folds. "OH GOD! TH-THAT FEELS S-SO GOOOOD..." Giselle's hands instinctively reached down to tangle in your hair. guiding your mouth closer to where she needed it most. Her hips bucked slightly against your face as you licked and sucked her sensitive clit.

The combination of her hips rocking motion and the intimacy of being pleasured by you in such a public setting sent shivers of delight through Giselle's body. She felt like she was walking a tightrope - balancing between thrill of getting caught and the desperate need for release. As much as Giselle wanted to let out loud cries of ecstasy, she knew she had to be careful not to attract attention from the outside of the room. So instead, she focused on stifling her noises with soft gasps and whimpers.

"You taste so good,  Giselle!" You said then made your way inside of her flooding cunt and scrape the inside with your tongue.

A shuddering moan escaped her lips as your tongue delved deeper, stroking along the sensitive walls of her pussy. "AHH... YES! JUST LIKE THAT...." 

"Ssshh..." You tried to make her moan quietly.

She breathed out softly, her fingers tightening on your hair. Her mind was consumed by a haze of pleasure, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The wet sounds of your mouth on her flesh filled the room.

As you continued to lap at her juices and suckle on her clit, Giselle could feel an intense pressure building low in her belly. Her thighs trembled around your head as she teetered on the edge of climax.

With a final flick of your tongue against that special spot inside her, Giselle came undone. She clamped a hand over her mouth to muffle any loud noises as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. "OH G-GOD! M-MMMPH! S-SHIT! I'M C-CUMMING....!"

You pull back and look up at her, your chin glistening with her juices. You give her a warm smile as you savor the taste of her on your tongue. "You're absolutely delicious, Giselle. Seeing you squirt like that is so sexy." You gently stroke her thigh. "Are you okay? Did that ease your mind?" Your slightly deep voice is soft and caring.

She let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving as she tried to calm her racing heart. "Mmm... yes, Lucas-oppa. That was incredible..." Giselle's voice was husky with post-orgasmic satisfaction.

As you gazed up at her with that warm, appreciative smile, Giselle felt a flutter in her stomach. The way you savored the taste of her essence on your tongue sent a shiver down her spine - it was both intimate and strangely empowering. She nodded slowly in response to your question, still trying to process the intensity of what just happened. "I'm more than okay... I think that helped me relax even better than I expected."

Giselle's fingers gently stroked through your hair as she looked down at you with an affectionate expression. "You have no idea how much this means to me. Being able to share these private moments together makes everything feel so much more real and special."

A soft blush colored Giselle's cheeks as she realized just how vulnerable she'd been in that instant. But the warmth of your touch and the sincerity in your eyes made her feel safe, cherished even. "Thank you for taking care of me like this, Lucas-oppa. I'm so grateful to have you by my side."

A soft gasp escaped her lips as your mouth kissed its way up her thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. "Mmm... throatfuck me? Really!?" She whispered, a mix of excitement and nervousness coloring her tone. Giselle's heart raced at the thought of being so thoroughly claimed by you in such an exposed location. But the promise of more to come later only heightened her anticipation. As you crawled up her body, Giselle instinctively wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. "I'm yours whenever and wherever," she murmured against your ear with a sultry whisper. "Just promise me you'll use me however you wish." A playful smirk tugged at the corner of Giselle's lips as she gazed into your eyes with a mischievous glint. "And I'll be counting down the minutes until we can get back to the mansion for round two. Or three... or however many times I can handle before passing out from pleasure." Giselle leaned in to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her tongue dancing with yours as she poured all her desire into the embrace....

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The Manager (Aespa)

Named Male x Female Idol/s

Tags: Smut...

Note: (The "Male" has 13 inches long and 5 inches thick schlong, so it's size kink and it will be prominent in the story. Sorry. If you feel uncomfortable with size mentions, DNI).

Extra Note: Another series i'm not going to finish... Let's go.

A/N: Wattpad... 2nd Person's POV

Ms. Lorelei smiled at me... "Lucas, here's a new assignment for you!" She said, while pointing to the chair in her office. I was welcomed by a folder labeled "Management".

I'm looking at the files and saw the name "Aespa".

"Another one? I thought I'm done looking after idols?" I said to my dispatcher. "I already made myself clear that I'm done doing stuff like this."

She look at me and smile a little, a smile of guilt. "It will be different this time. You're going to manage a four-member idol girl group. They have huge projects waiting to be fulfilled. And you're not going to go back and forth like last time since you'll be living in the same house with them." She said as if that will change my mind. I'm done with these brats. That's why I specifically told the agency to not give me anything related to idols. I somewhat have an authority since I've been doing such a good job with my assignments.

But looks like this time I will be forced to go. "Fine." I simply said.

She handed me a key. "That's the key to your room. You'll be living with them, so you can respond to emergencies as fast as possible. Make sure to be there after three days."

"Thanks, I guess..." I stood up and went back to my house to pack my things...

I spent the next three days packing my stuff, steeling myself since I'm going to deal with brats again. But still making sure to be professional.

Then safely moved to the house where Aespa lives while they are out. I'm excited to be on the field again but at the same time weren't because of this idol management stuffs.

Since I already did this before, the dispatcher also gave me the some lists of likes and dislikes in terms of food.

I bought something for each of the four members of Aespa. They are doing some individual projects as of now. I'll be dropping by their location one by one.

Using the designated van that I'm going to be using for my managerial work for Aespa, I drove to the location of the first member.

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Stopping by at a beach called Gyeongpo Beach located near SM Entertainment... Karina is the first member I'm going to be meeting today.

I searched for the people doing photoshoot and saw Karina with her beach attire, not some bikini or something but still beach like style. She's promoting a brand of beverage.

Aespa has 4 managers, managing each one of the members and I'm assigned to be the general manager. Her personal manager came up to me, I showed her my ID and she report to me on how the photoshoot was going smoothly and point me to the dressing room.

I went to the dressing room, putting down her food. Tonkatsu, Carbonated Soda, and Coffee Jelly. Then Karina suddenly bursts through the door startling me a little.

"Oppa?!" She said, her voice filled with excitement.

"Nice meeting you. I'm your group's new general manager." I replied, extending my hand to her. Gesture of politeness.

She shook my hand and said "I knew it. I saw you before! You are Red Velvet's former manager. I can't believe it's our turn now."

"I'm glad that you are happy to see me... Well, I'm here to drop the food I prepared for you." Pointing to the table where her food is.

"Sweet! I like these! Thank you so much, Oppa!" She exclaimed and hugged me. I patted her back and she let me go.

"Your personal manager told me that the photoshoot is going smoothly, keep up the good work." I said to her while smiling. "I'm assuming you are on break... Why don't you eat your food now. I can't have you starving..."

She indulged herself with the food I prepared for her. Humming and cutely dancing while eating. Karina finished her food aside from the Coffee Jelly...

"I thought you liked Jelly? Is Coffee Jelly not part of it?" I genuinely asked, if she doesn't like it, I can removed it from the Jelly options.

"No, it's just that... It lacks cream!!!" She said to me that raised my eyebrow...

"What do you mean?"

"Just sit on the sofa, and I'll get the cream myself." She knelt between my legs...

This time, I already know where this is going... It's the main reason why I don't want to work with idols anymore... These girls are sex deprived, with their dating ban, they can't see or date anyone, they don't even have the time to actually date since the media would be on their asses if they saw them with someone.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her as she unbuckles my pants.

She nodded. "I was so happy to know that you are going to be our general manager, Red Velvet unnies always brags about you... I'm so curious why they praised you so much."

And with that she successfully freed my cock from it's enclosure.

"I think I already know why they praised you..." She said stroking my non-erect cock... "You are already big 'soft' but you are for sure a grower..."

Karina then strokes my cock, making it grow longer and bigger... She can't close her hands while holding my member, her soft delicate fingers can't wrapped around it properly...

"I knew it! We got a grower!" She exclaimed, shock is audible in her voice. She measures it with her forearm and smiled as if she hit a jackpot when she saw how big my cock is compare to it. "You're so fucking massive, Oppa!"

"Where do you even learned that?" I asked as I watch her make my cock harder.

"Sooyoung-unnie!" Karina casually claim.

After answering, she immediately dove down and engulfed my cock with her warm mouth. She bobs her head, I can tell that this is her first time sucking dick...

I let her do her own thing, with her own pace...

My hands on her head, guiding her a little but she's still in control of her actions.

She gained confidence with how I reacted and starts going for a deepthroat. I can feel the tip of my cock slamming to the back of her throat.

Her unrefined fellatio makes this encounter a material for domination.

I stopped her from deepthroating me. "Let me..." I simply said and she nodded, already know what's going to happen.

I held her head in place, slowly thrusting back and forth in her mouth... "Here I go!"

GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

The sound of her gagging on my massive cock filled her dressing room. I threw my head back, enjoying the warmth of Karina's mouth. I keep thrusting into her throat until she can take half of my massive cock.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

Her eyes rolled back as her throat convulsed around the brutal invasion, her body shuddering in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The forceful thrusts sent shockwaves through her entire being, making her feel like she was drowning in the abyss of my massive cock.

Gagging reflexes kicked in, but Karina's perseverance allowed her to relax enough to take it deeper—her jaw unhinging further with each merciless plunge into her esophagus.

"Aaaaahhh... F-fuck...!" She struggled to maintain composure, desperate not to gag or choke on my unrelenting assault.

As I continued ravaging her throat, Karina's mind disintegrated into a haze of lust and submission. Her vision blurred from the intense pressure building behind eyelids that threatened to burst at any moment. "Y-y-you're going too fast...!" She whimpered between gulps for air.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt herself reaching critical capacity—her throat straining under the relentless pounding. The intense sensation made her own arousal peak, juices dripping from her quivering slit.

"P-please... Oppa... don't make me choke..." She begged, voice muffled by my monstrous cock.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

Despite the danger of asphyxiation, Karina's addiction to my massive cock kept her consuming it with reckless abandon—her body responding only to the primal urge for more.

"I'm close!" I said to her. Still thrusting into her throat. "I'M CUMMING!!!"

Karina's eyes widened in shock as the first thick ropes of cum began to erupt from my cock, flooding her throat and stomach with a deluge of hot, sticky seed. The sheer volume was overwhelming, causing her belly to swell grotesquely as I pumped load after load directly into her gullet.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

Her mind reeled at the sensation—her body convulsing involuntarily as she struggled to swallow the torrent of jizz pouring down her esophagus. "Aaaahh...! F-fuck...!" She gagged and sputtered, tears streaming down her face from the intensity.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

The feeling of my massive cock pulsing inside her stretched-out throat sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her own arousal peaked intensely—juices gushing from between her thighs as she came undone. "OOOOH!! FUUUCK!!! SHIT, OPPAAA!!!" She moaned around my shaft, voice muffled by the relentless stream of cum.

As I continued to unload deep inside her stomach for what felt like an eternity, she could feel the pressure building in her abdomen. Her belly distended obscenely, looking ready to burst at any moment. "P-please... Oppa... it's too much..." She whimpered weakly, barely able to form words through the haze of pleasure and pain.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you pulled out with a wet pop. Karina gasped for air desperately as thick globs of cum spilled from her abused throat and splattered onto her heaving tits. "Haaahh... haaahh..." She panted heavily, body trembling from the intense experience.

She looked down at her seemingly full stomach—stretched taut by the sheer volume of semen inside—and groaned softly. "S-so full..." She mumbled deliriously before collapsing back onto the bed in a boneless heap. "I still have a photoshoot, you jerk!" Karina playfully smacked my thigh.

"I ask you if you are sure about this..." I replied. "What a first day back to the field."

"Woooh!" She's still out of breath but still have the guts to smirk at me. "Thanks for the cream, Oppa."

I help her fix herself, and someone knocked on the door. "Ms. Karina, It's time for the photoshoot again."

"See you at our house later..." Karina said and gave me a peck on the cheek.

I look at the clock and it's time for me to go to the next member... Giselle

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Kinkcember Day 3: Tentacles

Day 3 gets a little weird with tentacles making their return to the kinky month

Length 1.9K

Jessi & Jennie X tentacles

“You said this was going to be an easy hike,” Jennie complains, running out of breath. Her eyes follow the barely used trail as it winds up the mountain.

“Oh, shut up; it’s going to be worth it. There’s a really nice view at the top.” Jessi said as she continued moving up the overgrown path. She bit her lip, happy to be returning to the mountain. Her experience the last time she had come was one she couldn’t get out of her head. Something told her to come back. Every step up was one closer to the top, and Jessi couldn’t help but rub her slit every so often, just out of sight of Jennie. Their march through the mountain moved slowly, each woman grateful that they had begun hiking in the early morning when the temperatures were cooler. They reached the top soon enough, a plateau covered in a heavy forest. 

Jennie stopped and looked around, seeing the city in the distance. She sat down, enjoying the wind as it passed through her and into the forest. “You were right; this is a nice view,” she said before lying down. 

“There’s something even better in the middle; there’s a lake where we can swim and cool off,” Jessi said, glancing deeper into the forest and biting her lip before turning back to Jennie. “Let’s go.” She whined, becoming more pushy the longer they waited.

Jennie groaned, wanting to spend more time resting. The thought of a lake in the middle of the forest intrigued her, though she thought it would be nice to take a dip after such a long walk. The younger woman stood slowly and turned to her friend, following her as they headed into the forest. Light broke through the scattered leaves, allowing a good amount of sunlight as they continued. The walk didn’t last too long, five minutes at most, Jennie thought as they reached a clearing and their eyes came upon a placid crystal blue lake. Jennie smiled, excitement surging through her as she saw the lake's beauty. “Wow, you weren’t lying. This looks amazing.”

Jessi wasted no time, kicking off her shoes and stripping down in front of Jennie. “I’m heading in first,” she said, walking into the cool water and lying back. The older woman kicked her feet, getting further into the lake before coming to a stop. 

Jennie didn’t want to miss out, so she stripped out of her sweat-filled clothes, dropping them beside Jessi’s before joining her in the water. It was cool but not unpleasant. She swam to join her friend, moving toward the center while kicking up a lot of water. Jessi looked toward her friend, smiling as she saw how much she was disturbing the water. “You were right; this is great,” Jennie said as she swam around the older woman. 

“I told you,” Jessi said with a smirk on her lips as purple haze began rolling onto the lake from the far side. She ran her hands down her body rubbing her slit in front of the younger woman without care now. 

“Jessi! What are you doing?” Jennie screamed with a surprised smile. She was used to having fun with the older woman but didn’t expect her to want to do it while swimming. Looking past the older woman, Jennie finally noticed the purple haze as it reached them. She became lightheaded. Jennie held her head as the haze filled her lungs.

“Don’t worry, this is fine,” Jessi groaned, shutting her eyes and pulling away from the younger woman. Jessi laid back in the water, floating along the top as she ran her fingers up and down her slit. The water around them began to shift, and while Jennie panicked, Jessi smiled.

Soon, the haze blocked all sight of the beach, leaving the women alone. From beneath the water came tendrils that slowly closed in on the older woman who kicked at the water. They found their first target, wrapping around Jessi’s tanned legs and arms. Another tendril soon poked through the water near her head; Jessi craned toward it without hesitation, running her mouth along its slimy surface. The tentacle bent in on itself, its bulbous head rubbing against Jessi’s mouth before the rap star opened her mouth and allowed it inside.

Jennie was stunned at the sight and began to swim away, only to be stopped. More tentacles held her in place, and they continued to appear, keeping the young woman. Whatever beast held her wasn’t mindless; it turned Jennie around, forcing her to watch the older woman.

Jennie’s mouth dropped as she was turned around. Jessi was getting fucked by the beast. In the time she had been facing away, Jessi had gone from sucking on one tendril to having her entire body toyed with. The beast was filling Jessi, its tentacles moving inside her cunt and ass. It looked like it was going to break her. Jennie gulped and felt herself getting wet as she watched the tentacle moving inside Jessi, bulging the rapper’s stomach. As her eyes moved up, she saw Jessi taking another tentacle down her throat, watching it bulge, too. Jessi’s muffled moans became the only thing she could hear, her body the only thing she could focus on. 

The rapper was having the time of her life, her body being pumped full of pheromones that increased the pleasure she felt; every thrust by the tentacles made her cum. She didn’t resist at all as she felt another rub against her ass whole; she reveled in the pleasure as the tentacle stretched it out. The slimy tentacle provided its own lube, easily sliding deeper inside. Jessi’s muffled moans grew louder as she felt the tentacle inside her ass grows thicker. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as both holes were filled to the brim. Each movement made Jessi’s toes curl; as wave after wave of mindnumbing pleasure crashed over her, the rapper fully gave her body up. Something she wished she had done the first time she felt this way.

Jennie watched on as the beast continued to toy with the older woman, a couple of tendrils opening at the ends and attaching themselves to the rapper's tits. Jessi’s continuous moans floated into Jennie’s ear, continuing to turn her on. She began to question how good it must feel. As the thought crossed her mind, one of the beast's tentacles began to rub her slit. Jennie moaned the amount of pleasure she felt coming as a shock to her. Her eyes fluttered, and she struggled to keep her mind clear. 

More tentacles came from beneath the water, each lashing at the younger woman and slapping against her body; two smaller ones toyed with her breasts, and as much as Jennie wanted to struggle, her body was giving in. The smaller tentacles were flicking her nipples. She tried to catch the moans before they came out, but as the tendril by her cunt began to creep in, she had to release her moans. It snaked its way inside Jennie; she felt it slowly growing thicker inside of her, stretching her tight cunt like never before.  Jennie began to groan. Looking down, she saw the tentacle make a visible bulge in her stomach. It slowly dragged itself out of her before moving back in at a painfully slow pace. 

“Faster,” Jennie muttered, surprised at her own voice. Like it was following orders, the tentacle picked up speed, ramming into Jennie’s womb before beginning to thrust into her. Jennie’s body tensed as the sudden movement rocked her; she felt herself on the verge of cumming. Another deep thrust made her cum, her walls squeezing down on the tentacle's shaft. It continued to move at the same pace, uncaring that the woman in its grip was becoming more sensitive by the second. 

Jennie began to understand how Jessi was feeling, and her will to escape soon faded as the beast began to train her. More tentacles appeared, rubbing the thin woman’s body; one rubbed between her ass poking and prodding her asshole, while another slapped her face, its scent drowning Jennie. She involuntarily opened her mouth, and it slid inside; the bulbous head stretched Jennie’s throat to its limit before sliding in and out. The young woman used her tongue, trying her best to lap at the side as she felt it hit the back of her throat. Jennie's view of Jessi becomes completely blocked, but the older woman is given a perfect view of her.  The tentacles pulled her from the water, raising her.

Jessi took in the sight of the younger woman’s body bulging as the beast slammed itself into her womb. The beast pulled itself from Jessi’s mouth, allowing the older woman to lap at the head like it was an ice cream as she watched. “Your friend is taking it nicely,” A voice said before pausing; the older woman looked around but saw no one. “Just like you did the first time, this time, I’ll make sure to mark you.” 

With those words, it clicked who was talking; it was the beast. Being marked as the beast’s companion was something that intrigued the older woman; the thought of being pleasured every day was something wonderful to her. “Do it, I’m yours.” The tentacles inside Jessi began to pick up the pace, slamming into both holes. The older woman’s body was a toy for this beast, one that took full advantage now, slapping her body with its tendrils, leaving it red all over as it spanked her roughly and continued to stretch her. Jessi continued to cum with every thrust, her body giving out as she felt it becomes flooded by the beast's cum, her belly bloating as it marked her. The last thing she felt before passing out was a stinging sensation on her abdomen.

Jennie was next; the poor woman had been cumming nonstop for the last few minutes. She felt the beast’s tentacles begin to throb. Jennie wanted it; she wanted this thing to cum inside her. As the beast continued to move quickly, she tried to flex her muscles, tightening her walls around the tentacles. Whether it worked or not is questionable, but either way, the beast came. Jennie felt its hot cum pour into her cunt and down her throat. The taste was horrid but addictive. After the first drop, she was hungry for more and drank every drop, barely noticing her belly bulge from the amount of cum that was dumped inside her. 

As the young woman passed out, she was also left with a mark. Both women awoke on the shore near their clothes, their bodies seemingly left unharmed, a trail of cum the only signifier that something had happened. That was what they thought until they noticed they had a mark on their stomach. Each woman looked at it warmly, remembering the events that transpired. “Bring me more, and I will bring you more pleasure.” They heard the voice ring out in their heads. 

“Yes, Master,” Jessi said, licking her lips. She looked over at the younger woman, who nodded in agreement. The two would have to find more people to show them what true pleasure was.

[sleepinghypnos]

Bruh... I thought it was Testicles. Brainrot frfr

[elryuse]

ANTHEM pt.2

Multiple Female Idols X Male Reader

Tags : HAREM, MULTIPLE FEMALE LOVE INTEREST, BLACKMAIL, SEDCUTION

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The morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a soft glow over Y/n’s room. He stretched lazily, his mind still hazy from the events of the night before. The memory of Karina’s touch lingered on his skin like a delicate burn, and he couldn’t help but smile as he replayed their secret moments in his head. But the smile faltered when he remembered Winter—her sly grin, the photo she took, and the way she had left him with that ominous promise.

Y/n dressed quickly, trying to push his unease aside as he headed to the practice studio. The other members were already there, gathered in their usual spots, chatting and stretching. Karina caught his eye immediately, her lips curving into the faintest smile. They didn’t speak, but the warmth in her gaze was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

“Good morning, oppa!” Wonyoung chirped, waving energetically. Her bubbly energy was infectious, and Y/n couldn’t help but laugh as he returned the greeting. Yujin gave him a playful wink, while Chaewon and Yeji exchanged knowing smirks. It was always hard to tell if they were teasing him or just being their usual mischievous selves.

But then Winter walked in, and the atmosphere shifted.

She sauntered into the room with an air of confidence that demanded attention, her eyes locking onto Y/n’s almost instantly. There was something about the way she looked at him—like she knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. Y/n’s stomach twisted as she approached, her lips curling into a smirk that made his pulse quicken.

“Morning, everyone,” Winter said sweetly, though her gaze never left Y/n. “I was thinking of grabbing some coffee. Oppa, you should come with me. I need someone strong to carry all the drinks.” She paused, tilting her head slightly. “Unless anyone else wants something?”

The others murmured their orders, barely paying attention as they continued their warm-ups. Y/n hesitated, unsure of how to respond. Before he could protest, Winter turned to him, her phone already in hand. She tapped the screen once, and Y/n felt his blood run cold.

It was a photo—blurry but unmistakable. Him and Karina, tangled together in his bed. His heart slammed against his ribs as Winter leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Let’s go, bae,” she purred, slipping her arm through his.

Y/n’s mouth went dry. He glanced at Karina, who was watching them with a frown of confusion, clearly unaware of what was happening. Unable to think of a way out, he nodded stiffly and followed Winter out of the room.

The walk to the café was tense, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. Winter hummed a tune under her breath, her fingers brushing against his arm every so often as if to remind him she was still there. Finally, she broke the silence.

“Relax, oppa,” she said, her tone light but laced with something darker. “I’m not going to bite… yet.”

Y/n swallowed hard. “Winter, what do you want?”

She stopped walking and turned to face him, her expression suddenly serious. “What do you think I want?” she countered, stepping closer until there was barely any space between them. Her perfume enveloped him, sweet and intoxicating.

“I don’t know,” Y/n admitted, his voice shaky. “But if you’re planning to blackmail me—”

Winter cut him off with a low laugh. “Blackmail? That’s such a harsh word. Let’s call it… negotiation.” She reached up, her fingers lightly tracing the line of his jaw. “You see, oppa, I’ve always been curious about you. The only guy in our group, surrounded by all these beautiful women…” Her hand slid down to his chest, resting over his pounding heart. “And yet, you only seem to have eyes for Karina.”

Y/n’s breath hitched. “Winter…”

“Shh,” she whispered, pressing a finger to his lips. “Don’t say anything. Just listen.” Her eyes locked onto his, gleaming with a mix of mischief and desire. “I’m not asking you to stop whatever it is you’re doing with Karina. I’m just saying… why limit yourself? After all, sharing is caring, right?”

Before Y/n could react, Winter closed the distance between them, her lips capturing his in a kiss that was both demanding and teasing. He froze, torn between pushing her away and giving in to the heat building between them. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her tongue sliding against his in a way that sent shivers down his spine.

When she finally pulled back, her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was uneven. “Think about it, oppa,” she murmured, her voice husky. “No one has to know. Not Karina, not the others… just us.”

Y/n’s mind raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of guilt, desire, and fear. He opened his mouth to respond, but Winter pressed a finger to his lips again, silencing him.

“No need to answer now,” she said with a sly smile. “We’ve got plenty of time.” With that, she turned and continued walking toward the café, leaving Y/n standing there, his heart pounding and his world spinning out of control.

As he followed her, he couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to spiral even further out of his grasp. And the worst part? A small, traitorous part of him wasn’t entirely opposed to Winter’s proposition.

The café was bustling with activity when Y/n and Winter arrived, the chatter of customers filling the air. Winter’s hand lingered on his arm a moment longer than necessary as they stepped inside, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. She flashed him a mischievous smile, one that made his stomach twist in a mix of anticipation and dread.

“Let’s grab our drinks,” she said, her voice light and breezy, as if nothing unusual had happened between them. But the glint in her eyes betrayed her casual tone. She sauntered over to the counter, hips swaying slightly, and Y/n followed, his heart still racing from their earlier conversation.

As they waited in line, Winter leaned closer to him, her breath warm against his ear. “You know,” she murmured, her voice low and teasing, “this place has the best storage closet. Perfect for… private conversations.”

Y/n stiffened, his pulse quickening. He glanced at her, trying to gauge whether she was serious or just toying with him again. But the way she looked at him—her lips parted, her gaze heavy with intent—told him everything he needed to know.

Before he could protest, Winter grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the line, leading him down a narrow hallway toward the back of the café. His mind screamed at him to stop, to turn around, but his body betrayed him, following her willingly. The thrill of danger, the forbidden nature of what they were about to do, was intoxicating.

She pushed open the door to the storage closet, a small, dimly lit space filled with shelves of supplies. As soon as they were inside, she closed the door behind them, plunging them into near darkness. The only light came from a crack under the door, casting faint shadows across their faces.

Winter didn’t waste any time. She pressed herself against him, her hands sliding up his chest. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” she whispered, her voice dripping with confidence. “Admit it, oppa. You want this.”

Y/n’s breathing grew shallow, his resolve crumbling under the weight of her words. “Winter, we shouldn’t—” he started, but she cut him off with a sharp look.

“Don’t lie to me,” she said, her tone firm yet playful. “I can see it in your eyes. You like the risk. You like the idea of doing something you know you shouldn’t.”

He couldn’t deny it. The truth was, there was something undeniably thrilling about being alone with her like this, knowing how wrong it was. And Winter knew exactly how to exploit that.

She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently as she brought his face closer to hers. Their lips met in a searing kiss, full of pent-up desire and reckless abandon. Y/n’s hands found her waist, pulling her even closer as their bodies pressed together. The heat between them was overwhelming, a fire that threatened to consume them both.

Winter broke the kiss, her breathing uneven, and began unbuttoning his shirt with practiced ease. Her fingers traced the lines of his chest, sending shivers down his spine. “So strong,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “No wonder Karina can’t keep her hands off you.”

The mention of Karina made Y/n flinch, guilt gnawing at the edges of his mind. But Winter didn’t give him time to dwell on it. She kissed him again, deeper this time, her tongue exploring his mouth with a hunger that left him dizzy.

Her hands trailed lower, unbuckling his belt with nimble fingers. Y/n’s breath hitched as she reached for the waistband of his pants, her touch deliberate and unhurried. Every movement sent waves of pleasure coursing through him, erasing any lingering doubts.

Winter dropped to her knees, her eyes locking with his as she slowly pulled down his pants. The intensity of her gaze made his heart race even faster. She ran her hands up his thighs, her touch feather-light, before leaning in and placing a soft kiss just below his navel.

Y/n’s head fell back against the wall, a low groan escaping his lips as Winter continued to tease him. She took her time, savoring every reaction she drew from him. When she finally took him into her mouth, he couldn’t hold back a gasp, his fingers tangling in her hair.

The room felt impossibly hot, their bodies slick with sweat as the tension between them reached its peak. Winter paused, looking up at him with a wicked grin. “You taste amazing,” she purred, before licking a trail of sweat from his stomach. “Salty… and so addictive.”

Her playful gesture sent another wave of desire crashing over him. He pulled her up, crushing his lips to hers as he fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. Once it was off, he cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her bra, eliciting a soft moan from her.

Winter arched into his touch, her hands working quickly to remove the rest of their clothes. They stumbled backward, knocking over a stack of boxes as they moved. The sound of clattering items echoed in the small space, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the electric connection between them, the undeniable need driving them forward.

When they finally came together, it was with a sense of urgency, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Winter wrapped her legs around his waist, her nails digging into his back as she whispered his name over and over. Each thrust brought them closer to the edge, their breaths mingling in the confined space.

Just as they were about to reach their climax, Winter pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Not yet,” she breathed, her voice shaky but determined. “I want to make this last.”

Y/n groaned in frustration, but he didn’t argue. There was something exhilarating about letting her take control, about surrendering himself completely to her whims. She slowed their pace, drawing out each movement until the tension became almost unbearable.

When they finally let go, it was with a shared cry of release, their bodies trembling as they clung to each other. For a long moment, they stayed like that, catching their breath and basking in the afterglow.

Winter was the first to break the silence, a sly smile playing on her lips. “We should probably get cleaned up,” she said, gesturing to the mess they’d made. “And grab those drinks before anyone wonders where we are.”

Y/n nodded, though his mind was still reeling from what had just happened. As they dressed quickly, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt creeping in. What would Karina think if she found out? And what about the others? But Winter seemed unfazed, humming softly as she adjusted her hair in the reflection of a metal shelf.

When they finally emerged from the storage closet, the café was just as busy as before. No one seemed to notice their absence, let alone suspect what they’d been up to. Winter linked her arm with his, leaning in close as they approached the counter.

“Order whatever you want,” she said with a wink. “Drinks are on me. Oh, and don’t forget…” She lowered her voice, her breath hot against his ear. “This is just the beginning, oppa.”

The café buzzed with life as Y/n and Winter returned to the table, drinks in hand. The other members were deep in conversation, their laughter echoing through the space. Y/n handed Karina her iced americano, his fingers brushing hers for just a moment too long. She smiled up at him, patting the empty seat beside her.

“Sit,” she said softly, her voice warm despite the exhaustion lining her features. Y/n obeyed without hesitation, sinking into the chair next to her. He could feel the heat of her body even before she leaned her head against his shoulder, her hair brushing against his neck. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a thrill through him, grounding him in the moment.

From across the room, Winter’s eyes burned into them. Her gaze was cold, almost predatory, as she sipped her drink slowly. But Y/n didn’t notice—or maybe he chose not to. Right now, all he cared about was the way Karina’s breath hitched slightly when their thighs brushed under the table.

The group around them chattered animatedly, their energy infectious. Wonyoung was recounting a story about a fan who had mistaken her for someone else at a recent event, her hands waving dramatically as she spoke. Yeji chimed in with teasing remarks, her sharp wit drawing laughter from the others. Even Chaewon, usually more reserved, was grinning broadly, her cheeks flushed from the excitement.

Y/n tried to focus on the conversation, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Karina. She looked so beautiful like this, he thought, stealing a glance at her. Her lashes fanned against her cheeks as she closed her eyes briefly, her lips curving into a small smile. It was moments like these that made him forget everything else—Winter’s scheming, the pressure of their comeback, the weight of their secret.

But then he caught Winter’s eye. She was still watching them, her expression unreadable. There was something unsettling about the way she held his gaze, as if she were daring him to look away first. Y/n frowned slightly, a flicker of unease creeping into his chest. What did she want from him? And why couldn’t she just let him enjoy this moment?

Karina seemed to sense his discomfort, lifting her head slightly to follow his line of sight. When she spotted Winter, her smile faltered for just a second before she turned back to Y/n. “Hey,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the noise of the café. “You okay?”

He nodded quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just tired.”

Karina studied him for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly. But before she could say anything else, Yeji called out to her, pulling her attention away. Y/n exhaled quietly, relieved. He didn’t want to worry her—not when she already had so much on her plate.

As the conversation continued, Y/n found himself zoning out again, his mind wandering back to the storage closet. The memory of Winter’s hands on him, her lips against his skin, sent a shiver down his spine. He hated how conflicted he felt—how part of him still craved the thrill of their secret encounters, even as guilt gnawed at him.

“Oppa,” Wonyoung’s voice broke through his thoughts, startling him slightly. “Are you going to eat that?” She gestured to the untouched pastry on his plate, her eyes wide and pleading.

Y/n chuckled, pushing the plate toward her. “All yours.”

Wonyoung grinned, grabbing the pastry eagerly. “Thanks! You’re the best.”

The mood at the table lightened again, the tension momentarily forgotten. But Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. He glanced over his shoulder, half-expecting to see Winter standing there, but she was gone. His stomach twisted uneasily. Where had she gone? And what was she planning now?

Karina shifted beside him, her hand resting lightly on his knee under the table. The touch was casual, almost accidental, but it sent a jolt of electricity through him. He turned to her, meeting her gaze. There was something in her eyes—something soft and knowing—that made his heart ache.

Does she suspect? he wondered, panic rising in his chest. But Karina simply smiled, leaning closer until her lips brushed his ear. “Relax,” she murmured, her breath warm against his skin. “We’ll figure it out.”

Her words should have comforted him, but they only deepened his guilt. How could she be so trusting when he was keeping so much from her? He wanted to tell her everything—about Winter, about the photo, about the impossible position he was in—but he couldn’t. Not here. Not now.

Instead, he reached for her hand, lacing their fingers together beneath the table. Karina squeezed gently, her touch reassuring. For a moment, it was enough to quiet the storm in his mind.

But then Winter reappeared, sliding into the seat directly across from him. She set her drink down with deliberate care, her eyes locking onto his. There was a challenge in her gaze—a silent reminder of the power she held over him. Y/n tensed, his grip tightening instinctively around Karina’s hand.

“So,” Winter began, her tone deceptively light, “anyone else excited for the comeback showcase? I heard the choreography is killer this time.”

The others nodded enthusiastically, launching into a discussion about the new routine. Y/n forced himself to join in, though his mind was elsewhere. Winter’s foot bumped against his under the table, lingering just long enough to make her intentions clear. He pulled away sharply, his pulse quickening.

Karina glanced between them, her brow furrowing slightly. “Everything okay?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Winter smiled sweetly, her expression innocent. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”

Y/n swallowed hard, his throat dry. He couldn’t do this—not here, not in front of everyone. But Winter seemed determined to push him, her every word and action designed to remind him of the hold she had over him.

As the conversation continued, Winter leaned forward slightly, her elbow brushing against Y/n’s as she reached for her drink. Her perfume—something floral and subtly intoxicating—wafted toward him, making his head spin. He could feel her thigh pressing against his under the table, her proximity sending a rush of heat through him.

Karina shifted again, her hand slipping from his as she reached for her coffee. Y/n froze, his breath catching in his throat. Winter smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“You know,” she said casually, turning to address the group, “I think we should celebrate after the showcase. Maybe a night out? Just the seven of us.”

There were murmurs of agreement, the others clearly on board with the idea. But Y/n couldn’t focus on that. All he could think about was the way Winter’s foot was tracing small circles against his ankle, her touch light but insistent.

“Sounds fun,” Karina replied, though her tone was hesitant. She glanced at Y/n, her eyes narrowing slightly. “What do you think?”

Y/n opened his mouth to respond, but Winter beat him to it. “Oh, I’m sure he’ll love it,” she said with a wink. “Right, oppa?”

He stiffened, his jaw clenching. This was getting out of hand. He needed to put a stop to it—before things escalated further. But how?

Before he could formulate a response, Winter stood abruptly, her chair scraping against the floor. “Well, I’m heading back to the dorm. Anyone coming with me?”

The others exchanged glances, clearly torn. “We’ll catch up later,” Yeji said after a moment, waving her off. “Don’t wait up.”

Winter shrugged, slinging her bag over her shoulder. As she walked past Y/n, her hand grazed his shoulder, her nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. “See you soon,” she murmured, her tone dripping with implication.

Y/n’s stomach churned as he watched her go, a mix of dread and anticipation swirling inside him. He knew this wasn’t over—not by a long shot. And as much as he wanted to believe otherwise, he had a feeling things were about to get a lot more complicated.

To Be Continued

[elryuse]

ANTHEM The Series

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

[sleepinghypnos]

Who makes a series and not finishing it??

[sleepinghypnos]

Have the floodgates for Asa been open?

[sleepinghypnos]

Oh wow you haven't uploaded in a while. That was a wild first ask you had to come back to lol. Sorry it had to be that one

I had to delete it. Don't want to entertain such bs on tumblr. Smut authors are mainly perverts but not monsters...

[sleepinghypnos]

What's wrong with tumblr, it's not showing any photos...

[smutoperator-deactivated2025072]

Her stare

[sleepinghypnos]

She knows what she's doing... 👌🏻

[smuttysabina]

When Editing Goes Wrong

(Pokimane's Editor (You) x Pokimane, 3.3k Words) Tags: Excessive masturbation, gooning, sex surprisingly enough, anal sex, oral sex, foot sex, butt sex, obsessive behavior, a stunningly brave tale about the perils of editing for your masturbation material, absolutely degenerate behavior all around, also like damn dude you really couldn't resist telling her huh? Current events, breeding

You had done it, you had acquired your dream job, being the video editor for your favorite streamer; there was just one small problem, an afterthought really, an understatement. You were totally and utterly addicted to every inch of Pokimane's body. Her luscious hair, her gorgeous eyes, her perky lips, her smooth skin, her bodacious breasts, her toned arms, her delicate hands, her smooth stomach, her shapely hips, her puffy mound, her thick thighs, her tempting feet, so perfectly shaped and formed and begging to be licked- Oh dear, you did it again, another hour gone and several tissues filled. You were supposed to be taking Poki's raw, uncut footage and removing all the parts those filthy gooners would enjoy too much, obviously some slightly erotic shots would be left in to titillate them, but not enough to make her haters online accuse her of being a slutty tease. The issue was that there was simply too much delicious content to sort through, and you were unable to resist slamming your meat for hours on end to all of the content she was sending you. You would hump your hand for hours on end to your own private compilations of lewd moments, groaning Pokimane's name as you worshipped her in the only way you knew how. Of course, this made getting videos and vlogs out on time somewhat difficult, since editing actually public-friendly videos did in fact take some time, so things were getting to the point where you might have to start asking for extensions...

You sweat nervously as you hurriedly type out a message to Poki, explaining to her that you would be unable to get her video out this week, that you had hit some unexpected snags while cutting down her content. Nothing to be worried about of course, just a normal hazard of splicing together all of those disparate clips, you should have the vlog out in time by next week, for sure! Your typing is made a touch more difficult by the fact that you were doing so one-handed, even messaging your goddess got you all worked up. Her response of course, is as kindly and supportive as always, "No worries, these things do happen! I am looking forward to receiving the vlog by Wednesday of next week." Next Wednesday? You look at your calendar and groan in despair, it was going to be hard to fit editing time into your schedule with all the gooning you had been planning on doing... But you managed it, somehow. The thought of disappointing your goddess, as arousing as that was, had goaded you into putting the effort in, and you had made what you knew was a masterpiece. You smile proudly as you send the vlog to Poki, you were sure her fans would love it, and they did! "Good job on that last video Editor, that extra time sure helped, didn't it?" Your goddess praises you, so of course you have to hump your hand in celebration, you finish several times to that simple sentence.

The next few weeks pass by without much incident, with you throwing together videos in time for the deadline while still blasting rope to Pokimane constantly. Your videos had been doing extremely well judging by the viewer-count, your subtle blend of inside jokes and community memes with vaguely provocative shots had been largely popular with the fanbase. Of course, you kept the most delectable cuts to yourself, so while those degenerate coomers online were filling their pants to some risque stills, you were pumping furiously to the good stuff. The editing for the upcoming week's video was running into some blockages however, since for whatever sadistic reason Poki had chosen to include almost half an hour's worth of video pointed down at her bare feet as she wanders around her apartment chattering away. You had been unable to resist such potent stimulation, and had been beating your meat almost continuously to her feet. So lost in your lusts were you, that when Poki messages you, you feel inclined to answer honestly, "What's the hold up on next week's video? Its almost Sunday and I haven't gotten it yet?" Your orgasm-fried brain misfires as you try to conceive an excuse, but the thought of telling her the truth is simply too exciting to resist. So you tell Poki that you had been too busy blasting rope to her perfect feet, pumping and edging to her delicate toes and smooth soles so much that you were unable to fit in any editing. You climax when you hit send, obliterating several tissues as you end your hours-long session with a catastrophic orgasm; then of course you realize what you had done, and start panicking. Not that you should have worried though, as Poki swiftly responds, "Understandable, but please try to stop jacking off long enough to do your job." Suitably chastened, you comply; but not before squeezing another fap in.

Over the next month, you start to notice a subtle change in the content Pokimane sends you. Whereas before the more sensual shots would go by swiftly, now she seemed to... linger a bit on certain areas. Normal people would not have perceived this development, but as someone who had spent the past year consuming endless hours of her content, it was obvious. Poki would now spend on average an extra second giving you a view down her bodice, show off her meaty ass for just a little longer, playfully flex her toes before moving onto something else. Of course, you react to this novel situation by offering her with yet more of your seed, while still barely managing to get a video out on time every week. Editors truly have it rough!

Then it happened. In the middle of a vlog about household products, Poki was busy blathering about her automatic cat feeder when she suddenly pauses and stares at the camera. "I know you're watching, Editor. I just wanted to give you a special thank you for all of your hard work." Then she pulls up her shirt to reveal her breasts, wiggles them around, before yanking it back down again and continuing her spiel where she had left off. You gawp in absolute shock, sure that your mind had been playing tricks on you, that your fantasies had bled into real life, that this was actually just a surprisingly accurate wet dream. But no, as you rewind and replay the section, Pokimane had in fact flashed you, she had shown you her slightly tan breasts, each perky while still carrying some heft, graced with a dark-brown nipple upon a wide areola. Your response is entirely predictable, you pound your fleshlight for an entire day straight, not even stopping for food or rest as you honor your goddess's bountiful blessing. When you collapse, it is only from sheer exhaustion, your body and balls utterly drained by the sight of Pokimane's boobs. Upon awakening, you discover that a large amount of time had passed, and that you had a minimal amount of time to complete your deadline. Working like a man possessed, you furiously throw together a video, not even touching yourself once where before you would have savored every tantalizing moment. Through some holy miracle, you are able to send Poki the week's video on time, a feat that she seems suitably impressed by, "I thought you would have to be late again this week, good job Editor."

The next week's content is lacking in such stimulation however, simply a return to Pokimane's usual slight teasing, which still excites you, but leaves you yearning for more. Which was no doubt her intent, because in her next footage, she abruptly turns around, bends over, and pulls down her pants. The mere sight of Poki's monolithic ass in the nude has you painting the underside of your desk before you can fully process what you are seeing. Her fat cheeks wobble provocatively before she languidly reaches back and spreads them and reveals her glistening slit- By the time you have regained control of yourself, you are literally covered in cum, and far, far past your deadline. Panicking, you open your messages and hurriedly inform her that this week's vlog would be delayed due to a medical emergency you had to deal with; yes indeed your health had truly been threatened by what you had seen! Pokimane's response seems amused, "Don't lie to me Editor, you were too busy blasting rope to my ass, admit it." Moaning, you have no choice but to agree with her, informing your goddess that you had been unable to resist relentlessly pleasuring yourself to her; begging her for forgiveness, "It's fine, just be sure to have two videos done by the end of this week, or I'll have to find a new editor, got it?" The mere thought of being cut off by your queen has you in shambles, and you grovelingly assure Poki that her will would be done.

Through a herculean effort, you manage to complete your task, sending two videos of the highest quality to Poki, "Good job, I'm impressed! Next week I will not be posting though, so enjoy your time off." Most employees would celebrate having an entire week off, but being denied fresh content has left you morose; no matter, you still needed to enjoy her last gifts to the fullest. Then a notification pops up that you had received the usual weekly content file from Pokimane, and curious, you open it. Inside there is only one file, an hour long titled: 'For My Editor'. Thoroughly intrigued, and not a little excited, you start to watch it. The video starts with Poke modeling in a sleek black dress, nothing unusual there, as she poses and shows off her angles until she pauses and looks into the camera, "Hello Editor, after working so hard last week, I decided to help you get through this one." Whereupon she confidently pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside, revealing her voluptuous body to you in all its glory. Pokimane leans forward, cupping her breasts with an arm while making slow stroking motions with her other hand, "Jack off for me, Editor. Pump, pump, pump," she growls huskily. Then she explores her body for you, fondling her weighty breasts, running her hands down her fertile tummy, teasingly rubbing her slit, turning around so that she can show you how heavy her ass is as she bounces it with her hands. All the while she encourages you to pleasure yourself to her, motioning with her hand for you to masturbate, "Edge for me Editor, I want you all worked up for the real show..." Poki opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, rolling her eyes back in a perfect ahegao face for a full minute before ending with a devilish smirk. Her teasing grows ever more obscene as her own arousal heightens, "Imagine how wet my mouth would be wrapped around your cock, how soft my boobs would be, how tight my ass would be, how breedable my pussy is..." She moans ecstatically, her fingers squishing against her lower lips as she masturbates, as she angles the camera downwards towards the floor. Poki crouches in front of it, breathing heavily, her face flushed, "How would you take me, Editor?" She gets on her back, spreading her legs for you so that you can see just how sopping wet her pussy is, how it would be to pump between her meaty thighs, "Missionary?" Before rolling over and hoisting her thick ass in the air, pressing her chest against the ground to show you her sensual arch, "Doggy?" She gets up onto her knees and turns around, lustfully humping their air while groping herself and licking her lips, "Or would I need to put all the work in?" Poki leans forward, purring, "I want you to fuck me, Editor. I want every last drop of your cum, understood?" Wet slopping noises grew louder as her face became more and more red, as she nods encouragingly as the camera, "Do it, now. Cum for me, Editor. Cum in me!" Then Pokimane lets out a little gasp before moaning unashamedly, her eyes rolling back as she climaxes right in front of the lens, shuddering with pleasure until it is over. She sighs sensually, "Enjoy your week off..." before giving you a wink and ending the video. Needless to say, you did not get much done that week.

Or the next week for that matter, so busy were you blasting fat reams of jizz to your Goddess's instructions; so lost in an endless cycle of cumming for Pokimane that you only stopped when she messaged you again, "I guess you've been too busy stroking for me to get any work done, so here's a little incentive for you. Finish a video, and I'll give you an hour of my time, deal?" Of course, you had no choice but to obey, even with images of your queen's naked body prancing through your addled brain, you still managed to pump out a video in a reasonable amount of time; as well as an unreasonable amount of loads. A few hours after sending the video, you hear a knock on your apartment door, and more than a little annoyed at being interrupted while worshipping your goddess, you go to open it. Imagine your shock then when you find Pokimane on the other side of it, wearing a sleek outfit of deep red, dolled up to perfection. Pushing past your gawping form, she stalks inside, wrinkling her nose at the stench of semen she plops herself on your much-stained bed before licking her lips and giving you an expecting look, "Well? You have an hour, how would you like to fuck me?" You let out a piteous groan as you shamble forward, your cock already bulging and dripping, your mind unable to believe that your goddess is before you, but your body knows what to do. You dreamily turn her around and pull down her panties, humping Poki's fat ass as she amusingly informs you to go in raw, "After all, I am on birth control, and I doubt I have to worry about any STDs..." So you mount Pokimane like an animal for an entire hour, grunting like a beast while she passively waits for you to finish, you don't stop pumping for a single moment, nor do you ever stop filling her up with your cum until it leaks out of her cunt. Before you know it, her phone is buzzing loudly, and she commands you to stop, your hour is over. You notice she is limping slightly as she leaves, "Fuck I am so full..." she murmurs, before cheerfully saying, "I'm looking forward to your next video, Editor" and leaving.

The subsequent months pass by in a blur, you swiftly and skillfully produce a video for Pokimane, and soon after she arrives at your door, ready to be used. And god, do you use her. You lick and fuck her feet until they are squishy with your semen; you pump between her mighty thighs, breeding her continuously as she moans beneath you; you mount her fat tits more often that you can count, humping her chest until her breasts are smothered with cum; you make her suck you off, making her clean the fluids of your coupling off your cock so many times you know the contours of her mouth better than she does; you violate her anus with her cock, often without any lubrication, groaning as her tight coils milk your dry within minutes; you plow her from behind, again and again and again, unable to resist her thick ass you simply give in and fuck; you spend several hours simply jacking off onto her perfect face, until her hair is soaked and her face white; you make her ride you in every position imaginable, bouncing and swaying on your cock while her breasts flop around her chest, as she tirelessly drains you of load after load; you masturbate to porn together, until you are both staining the sheets afresh with your cum; you ask her to peg you, which she does with great enthusiasm while your cock sprays like a firehose; you dress her up in all sorts of cosplays, roleplaying a wide variety of scenarios that always seem to end up with you breeding her while howling her name; you fuck her while watching the video she sent you, so that you are pumping to Poki porn using Poki's perfect pussy, achieving a gooner's nirvana.

All the while you continue to churn out videos like a machine, all of which rack up an ever growing quantity of views and interactions; you are single-handedly (because the other hand is busy) driving up Pokimane's numbers on Youtube. You reach your zenith after editing while your goddess's head bobs between your legs, sucking you dry even as you complete your masterpiece. Eventually though, you begin to tire of it all, your videos begin to do progressively less well, and you feel a growing indifference towards Poki. You had flew to close too the gooner sun, your wings had been burned by the intensity of your fulfilled passions for her. No longer did her every message and word carry the power to compel you any more, no longer was she your Aphrodite, now she was simply a high priestess, the pedestal of goddess left unoccupied as your ardor cools. None of which goes unnoticed by Poki, so that one day she messages you, "I think we may need to go our separate ways Editor, let's discuss this at your place," and you agree. She patiently explains that the quality of your videos had declined recently, and that she was firing you, "Send me a copy of all the recordings you made of us together though," she smirks at your shock, "what, you thought I wouldn't notice? That much content will be useful for when I launch on Pornhub." You shudder at the thought of Pokimane gracing the porn scene with her presence, much seed would be spilt that day... "Also, I shot your reference to a friend of mine who needs a good editor, so expect to hear from her soon." You thank her profusely for this generosity, and she smirks in response, "Once more before the road then? I know how much you love fucking me..." So you spend the next hour pumping Pokimane full of your semen, and making her suck the resulting mess off of your dick; she even stays an extra few minutes to make sure it is extra clean. You hear her mutter as she leaves for the final time, "Well that one lasted a while..."

You spend the next week in a morose stupor, lost without a goddess to worship, unable to even achieve an erection. Even when Poki glibly announces on stream that she had to fire her pervert of an editor, you don't get hard even from this humiliation. Your depressed mood continues until a fresh notification pops up on your work account, piquing your interest; it reads, "Hello, I was looking for a new editor, and Imane recommended you to me! I need to have this video out by tomorrow, so please get it done ASAP! -AriaSaki" Curious now, you open up attached files, and feel a faint stirring in your crotch. Several hours later, and you send the video to her, your cock leaking from your constant edging, eager for her response. You don't have long to wait, as a short video arrives soon after, you open to see the goddess talking excitedly to you, while wearing little more than short-shorts and a blue pushup bra, "OH MY GAWD, thank you so much Editor! This looks so freaking good, let's discuss terms tomorrow okay? Thank you thank you thank you!" Before ending it with a beaming smile. You are smiling as well, as semen drips down from the underside of your desk, anything for your goddess AriaSaki...

And so the Editor finds a new job, and the cycle continues...

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