#kahi

[sweetieviti]

The room was thick with the scent of sweat and iron, the kind that clings to your skin long after the lights flicker low. Kashimo’s apartment—bare walls, concrete floors, nothing soft except the wrecked sheets tangled around your ankles—felt like the only place left in the world. College had blurred into this: stolen hours between classes, bruises hidden under hoodies, and him. Always him.

You were already shaking, thighs slick, body a map of his claim. He’d been at you for hours. A marathon, he called it, voice low and mocking as he pinned you down again. Your back arched off the mattress, spine screaming from the way he’d thrown you earlier, but the pain only melted into heat between your legs.

“Still crying?” Kashimo’s breath ghosted hot against your ear. His grin was feral, teeth stained faint red from the last bite. “Good. I like you like this—ruined and fucking dripping for more.” You whimpered as his hand cracked across your cheek, hard enough that stars burst behind your eyes. The slap echoed, sharp and wet. Your lip split fresh, blood trickling warm down your chin. He leaned in and licked it slow, savoring, before his mouth crashed into yours. The kiss was all teeth and hunger, copper flooding your tongue as he bit your lower lip harder. You moaned into it, masochistic thrill shooting straight to your core. Pain and pleasure twisted so tight you couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

He pulled back just enough to look at you—eyes wild, electric blue hair sticking to his forehead with sweat. “Beg.”

“Please,” you gasped, voice hoarse from screaming his name through the last round. “More, Kashimo. Hurt me.”

His laugh was dark, delighted. He reared back and punched your thigh—solid, bruising force that made your whole leg spasm. You cried out, fresh tears spilling, and he groaned at the sight, hips grinding against you. Dacryphilia, he’d admitted once with that crooked smirk. Your tears got him harder than anything.

He shoved your knees wider, slamming back inside you in one brutal thrust. No gentleness left; he fucked like he fought—relentless, vicious, claiming. Every stroke punched the air from your lungs. His fingers dug into the already-black bruises on your hips, reopening the mottled skin. You were so full it hurt, stretched and aching, but you clenched around him anyway, greedy for the burn.

Another slap, this one across your breast. Then his teeth sank into the curve of your shoulder—deep, deliberate. You felt skin break, blood welling hot and immediate. He sucked hard, moaning against the wound as he drank you down, hips never slowing. The pain bloomed white-hot, radiating through your chest, and you came again with a broken sob, walls fluttering around his cock.

“Fuck, look at you,” he growled, pulling out only to flip you onto your stomach. Your face pressed into the pillow, ass up, body trembling. He didn’t give you time to breathe. A heavy punch landed on your outer thigh, then another on the meat of your ass. The impacts rattled through bone. You were going to be purple for weeks—deep, ugly blooms that would make sitting in lecture halls tomorrow pure torture. The thought only made you wetter.

He bit the back of your neck, breaking skin again, and thrust back in from behind. Deeper this way. Meaner. His hand fisted in your hair, yanking your head back so he could see your tear-streaked face.

“Crying so pretty for me,” he rasped, slapping your cheek again, lighter this time but still stinging. Blood from your lip smeared across your jaw. “My perfect little masochist. You’d let me kill you like this, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded frantically, another orgasm building fast and vicious. “Yes—God, yes—”

He punched your side, not hard enough to crack ribs but enough to bruise deep, and that was it. You shattered, screaming into the pillow as he fucked you through it, chasing his own release. When he came, it was with a guttural sound, teeth buried in your shoulder again, flooding you hot and deep while your body milked every drop.

He collapsed over you, chest heaving, but he wasn’t done. Not even close. His fingers traced the fresh bite marks, pressing into the blood-slick skin until you hissed.

“Catch your breath,” he murmured, almost tender. Almost. “Then I’m flipping you over and starting again. I want you bleeding in new places before sunrise.”

Authors note: guys is this the start of my new obsession??

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[choiyenasource]

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You‘ll never catch me🥁

[miumiu-s]

YAAAAS & SLAY & TWINK

[juanitasupreme]

@everlasting-beg religious psychosis is spreading among idols I fear...

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after school - ah! 2009

[gimmethatgg]

Happy 17th anniversary to After School!

After School was a South Korean girl group formed by Pledis Entertainment in 2009, known for its bold, performance-focused concept and a unique “graduation” system in which members could join or leave the group over time, inspired by Japanese idol models, which made the lineup more fluid than most K-pop groups and allowed the group to constantly reinvent itself while keeping the brand name active. Their image was notably more mature, chic, and sometimes provocative compared to many contemporaries, and they were often marketed as strong, charismatic performers rather than cute or bubbly idols, which helped them stand out during the late second-generation K-pop era.

Musically, After School explored a wide range of styles, starting with electro-pop and dance tracks like “Ah!” and “Because of You,” then moving into more dramatic and theatrical concepts with songs such as “Bang!” which featured marching-band influences and large-scale choreography, and later embracing bold, club-oriented sounds with tracks like “Flashback.” Their songs often emphasized intensity, rhythm, and performance impact, with strong beats designed to match demanding choreography, and the group earned a reputation for syncing music and concept into a cohesive stage experience rather than relying only on catchy hooks.

One of After School’s defining traits was their commitment to concept-specific, physically demanding performances that went beyond standard dance routines, most famously their pole-dancing stages during the “First Love” era, which required months of professional training and was presented as both athletic and artistic rather than purely sensual, as well as tap dancing and drumming elements in earlier eras, reinforcing the idea that each comeback was built around mastering a new performance skill. This dedication to challenging stage concepts earned them respect within the industry and among fans, and it also shaped their image as a group willing to take risks and push boundaries in mainstream K-pop.

The group’s graduation system led to several lineup changes over the years, with members such as Kahi, Bekah, and Jungah leaving after “graduating,” while new members like Nana, Raina, E-Young, and Lizzy joined at different times, creating multiple generations of After School that each brought slightly different vocal colors, visuals, and personalities to the group. While this system allowed flexibility and fresh energy, it also made it harder for the general public to form long-term attachments to a fixed lineup, which some fans feel contributed to instability in the group’s popularity compared to more consistent groups of the same era.

After School also expanded into sub-units, most notably Orange Caramel, which became extremely popular for its quirky, bright, and comedic concept that contrasted sharply with After School’s mature image, featuring catchy, playful songs like “Magic Girl,” “Aing,” and “Catallena,” as well as After School Blue and After School Red, which explored softer and more powerful concepts respectively, showing the versatility of the members and giving them more targeted musical identities. These sub-units increased individual member recognition and kept the brand visible even when full-group promotions were limited.

Over time, full-group comebacks became less frequent, and the group gradually went on an unofficial hiatus, with members focusing on acting, solo music, modeling, and variety work, especially Nana, who achieved significant success as an actress and visual icon, and Raina, who pursued solo singing and collaborations. Despite the lack of formal disbandment announcements for many years, After School is generally considered inactive as a group, though reunions and anniversary appearances have kept nostalgia alive among fans who remember them as one of the most distinctive performance-driven girl groups of their generation.

In the broader context of K-pop history, After School is often remembered as a group that prioritized stage ambition and concept execution over safe commercial formulas, influencing later acts that embraced athletic or skill-based performance concepts, and they are frequently cited as an example of how experimental ideas can earn critical respect even if they do not always translate into long-term mainstream dominance. Their legacy lies in their willingness to evolve, their strong visual identity, and their reputation for turning each comeback into a spectacle built around discipline, reinvention, and theatrical impact.

[ryeongchaes]