pairing :: kim hongjoong x male reader
viewer rating :: 18+
genres :: smut
au's :: i dunno
content warnings :: choking, begging, rough sex, a hickey i think, biting, slutshaming/name calling, heavily implied recording of the rough sex, slight sadism
word count :: 767
18+ ; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
you chuckled, leaning in and letting your whole body weight fall onto hongjoong as he continued to rail him into oblivion. you buried your face in his neck and bit down as hard as you could, relishing in the loud, sinful, obviously exaggerated moan that ripped from his lips.
he was being recorded, after all.
"such a hungry little cockslut, huh?" you growled into hongjoong's ear, looking directly into the camera of your phone, which was propped up against a pillow leaning against the bedside table, recording the whole thing as hongjoong whimpered weakly into your ear.
"answer me," you hissed when hongjoong didn't respond, grabbing his hair and yanking harshly on it to summon forth another one of the shorter man's pretty moans.
"f-shit, y-yes," hongjoong whimpered, fisting the sheets as you thrusted continually into him at the fastest, roughest pace you could get your body to let you keep.
"open your mouth," you commanded, gently tapping hongjoong's left temple with your finger to get his attention before you spoke. when he obeyed your wishes, you chuckled, spitting into his mouth. he swallowed it with a needy groan, wrapping his shaking legs around your waist and pulling you as close to him as he could get you.
"yeah?" you taunted, "you like that, whore? i bet you do, i bet you like getting used like this, huh? you like it when your boyfriend uses your slutty little hole for whatever he wants, hmm?"
"y-yes, i l-love it, ugh- FUCK, RIGHT THERE-" hongjoong cut himself off let out a high-pitched moan as the tip of your cock hit his prostate dead-on. his eyes rolling back into his head and his cock twitched as he (barely) registered the words you had just said to him.
your eyes raked over his face, taking in the stunning pink color your ministrations had made his cheeks turn. then you pulled out without warning, switching positions so that you were on your knees. then you took hongjoong's knees in your hands and pulled him closer to you before thrusting roughly back into him so that he screamed in a blissful mixture of pain and pleasure. you leaned over and grabbed your phone, immediately resuming the pace you had been fucking him at before as you moved the camera so that it was recording hongjoong.
"fuck, you're so sexy, baby," you cooed, cupping his face in your hand and letting out a little "awww" as he leaned his face into your hand. then you chuckled, your voice full of sadism, and slapped his cheek just roughly enough that he would feel it through the foggy sense of cloud-nine pleasure he must have been feeling.
"look at you," you growled quietly, "taking my cock like such a good little slut."
hongjoong just whimpered weakly in response, groaning as his eyes rolled back into his head again.
you chuckled, ending the recording and chucking the phone lightly over your shoulder towards the foot of the bed. you leaned over him and let your weight fall on top of him again, wrapping hongjoong's legs back around your waist. he wrapped his arms around the back of your neck and pulled you close, pressing his lips to yours in a heated, needy kiss. he licked your bottom lip and nibbled lightly on it, growling as the tip of your cock hit his abused prostate again.
"oh f-fuck- right there, don't stop, please…" he begged weakly, a broken moan escaping into your mouth that you gladly devoured.
you broke the kiss and chuckled darkly, licking his right temple and then moving downward and biting down as hard as you could, almost melting away completely when you heard the whoreish, broken moan that ripped from his throat. you gladly obliged in hongjoong's request, putting your hand on his throat and squeezing. he moaned again, his eyes rolling back into his head for what had to be the tenth time tonight; his cock twitched again, indicating that he was getting close to his release.
"beg for it, slut." you whispered simply.
"y-yes, sir-" he whimpered, "fuuuck, right there- please, m/n, fuck me harder…"
"you promise you'll be a good, obedient slut for me if i give you what you want?" you asked, pulling his hair roughly.
"yes, i pro-fuck- yes, i promise i'll be a good slut-"
"good boy." you said simply, putting your hand on his waist and holding him down as you willingly indulged in the railing your cute little boyfriend had requested of you.
fuck, you were so lucky to have this man for a boyfriend.
“you know…it’s not that bad, honey.” jihyo reassuringly rubs your arm in an attempt to comfort you as you dejectedly stare at your failed attempt at a birthday cake for your girlfriend. the colour combination was not the best, and the way some parts were piped looked a little larger than others, with little crumbs from the cake within speckled across the outer layer of the frosting.
“but it’s supposed to be perfect.” you sigh, turning away and flopping down onto the couch in your living room as jihyo follows you, gently sitting down beside you as she starts to rub your thigh. “y/n, i don’t care if it’s perfect or not. it was made by you, and that fact alone makes me so happy today.”
you face her with a pout on your face, furrowing your eyebrows as you begrudgingly slip your hand into hers. jihyo reciprocates your touch with a gentle squeeze, smiling down at you before leaning down to peck your cheek. “now get up, i want to take pictures with my cake.” she pats your thigh, urging you to stand up as you groan, shaking your head.
“you want to take a picture with that? you’re insane.” you laugh as you start to lighten up a little, jihyo rolling her eyes at you before sitting in the chair at the table and pulling the cake closer to her self. “come on, take the pictures quickly! my birthday’s gonna end!” she whines, shoving the phone into your hand as she grabs the matchstick and lighting the candle perched atop the cake.
you’re hit with a wave of some kind of nostalgia as you watch jihyo clap her hands while you softly sing ‘happy birthday’ to your girlfriend, jihyo beaming as you end the song. as you start counting to her age, she scowls as she’s reminded of how old she is, faking hurt.
“i’m almost nearing the end of my 20’s, my golden years.” she sniffles as she pretends to wipe tears away. you roll your eyes as you pat her head, picking up a plastic knife and cutting out a piece of the cake before feeding her with it.
you look at her expectantly as she slowly chews the cake, trying to digest the flavour before her eyebrows furrow as if she looked angry, and you chuckle softly as she lets out a hum of satisfaction, nodding before her face morphs into a look of enjoyment. “it’s pretty good! did you make this?” she smiles up at you, astonishment evident on her face. you nod as you smile back, feeling a little bit shy as she continues to eat the cake, humming in satisfaction at every bite.
you’re suddenly met with a single bite of cake in front of you, the spoon hovering expectantly as jihyo looks at you, urging you to take a bite. “eat.” she quips, motioning for you to open your mouth, and you slowly take a bite, chewing as you look back at jihyo’s giddy eyes, her face bright enough to light the entire dimly lit room you both were in. as you focus on the cake, you hum in delight as you nod. “it’s good, right?” she whispers. you nod in response before jihyo sets the fork down, hugging you.
you wrap your arms around her in response, basking in the warmth of your embrace as you both sway from side to side. you look at the clock to see the time showing “00:07”.
"ah, your birthday is done.” you whisper, and jihyo just shushes you, placing a delicate finger on your lips.
“let me enjoy this.” she mumbles, snuggling closer to you.
“but-”
“shh.”
wc. 616
a/n. hbd to my mother jihyo, i love her sm, and in celebration of 'i got you' coming out today, i totally planned to release this today. (definitely not bcus writer's block got the best of me 😔)
c.jh x gn!reader / angst / breakup, injury / unedited
he was gone again.
it shouldn’t have surprised you, in all honesty. you had thrown the plates, he had called you crazy, the both of you had screamed like lunatics until the early morning, where he packed his bags and left while you sobbed. the cycle had completed itself once again, he was gone again, and would come back again, and everything would happen again. again, again, again.
the blame game started again.
you sometimes looked at jongho and wished your relationship was a line, not a circle. see, a line has a beginning point and it has an end point. it has meaning, it has purpose, it’s finite. a circle is an endless loop, an inescapable circuit. going in circles leaves people tired, annoyed, at each other’s throats. both of you knew the circle had to stop, the game had to end, but neither of you could pull away from the other. the attraction was so strong that it just kept pulling you in no matter how far out you went, controlling the two of you like the moon forces the tide to follow its whims.
“you know what? fuck him, who needs a shit boyfriend anyways.”
life had pretty much continued on after jongho had left. this time however, you didn’t pick up the calls, you didn’t respond to the texts, you didn’t accept the flowers. it was the first time you had ever rejected his attempts to woo you again, and you were feeling good about it. for once, you felt in control of your life.
that, of course, came to an abrupt end when he passed out on your couch with broken knuckles and a black eye.
it had all happened so fast, you could hardly process it: a man had attempted to mug you, jongho was passing by and intervened, and due to knowing fuck nothing about fighting and the guy seemingly being a career criminal, jongho was absolutely battered. he did, however, managed to cling to your phone during said battering, so there was still a silver lining. as a thank you for saving his life, and because he refused to go to hospital, you let him come back to your house so you could patch him up. that one first aid course you took years ago on a whim was serving you well, it seemed.
after almost an hour, jongho was knocked out on painkillers, his hand was bandaged and you were icing his eye while humming quietly. you watched with a small smile as he twitched in his sleep, holding his less-damaged hand and rubbing your thumb along the back to soothe him. sighing, you pushed his hair out of his face before pressing a small kiss to his temple, tears brimming in your eyes as you then kissed his bandaged knuckles.
pairing :: jeong yunho x male/amab reader
viewer rating :: 18+
genres/au's :: blowjob porno lol. (smut)
content warnings :: cursing, blowjob (yh receiving), degradation, deepthroating, spit kink, hair pulling, hard dom!yh, brat!reader
word count :: original :: 377 ; after :: 378 (big change ik lmao)
requested by an anon on my old account (pff wow say the middle of that sentence three times fast lmao)
your guts twisted in a pleasing way as yunho clapped his hand over his mouth in an effort to smother a feral growl. his hand fell away from his face despite his efforts, falling limp onto the faux leather of the car seat.
yun ho tore his eyes open and looked down at you, his grip on your hair tightening exponentially when his eyes were blessed with the pretty sight in front of him: you, his long-time lover, on your knees between his legs, your face black-cherry-red halfway down your neck, drool sliding down the side of your chin as you happily gave your most fantastic blowjob yet.
yunho tutted through the back of his throat, throwing his head back into the back of his seat and yanking roughly on your hair with no warning whatsoever. you groaned in response, your eyes rolling up into your head and fluttering closed. yunho chuckled darkly.
“what a filthy little slut you are m/n,” he spat, “sitting there on your knees, taking my cock like the pretty little bitch you know you are.”
you only kept doing what you were doing, but you sped up and purposely moaned into his cock. he moaned loudly, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up into his eyes.
“keep being so loud and you’ll get us caught, hm? you want us to get caught like this, whore?”
your mouth was wrapped around yunho's cock and he was beginning to force your head up and down the length of it, so all you could manage for a response was a muffled, slutty moan. you felt your face heat up even more in response to his words, and you closed your eyes and whimpered into yunho’s cock, making him let loose a loud, guttural groan.
after a few moments of this, yunho actually managed to form a fully developed idea through the fog your pleasurable ministrations were putting in his mind. he grinned to himself, taking hold of your hair and pulling you off of him. he leaned down, kissing you violently for a few seconds before breaking away. he then grabbed your chin roughly again and spat into your mouth, the only words he directed towards his pretty little slut being,
momo is startled when you suddenly grab her face with your left hand, squishing her cheeks in the process, making her soft lips pout as she stares at you, confused.
“what?” she mumbles, noticing that you looked like you were deep in thought as your eyes darted between the phone screen you held up beside her face, and momo. she could feel a bubbly little flutter erupt in her stomach as she takes this time to just admire the way your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration and how you subconsciously stuck your tongue out, making you look like an absolute unit of a 5-year-old trying to think of it’s next creation.
“how is it possible?” you ask yourself, your eyes still darting back and forth, as if you were comparing something on your phone to momo. “somehow it resembles you, but at the same time, it’s a fucking FRUIT.” you yell, cascading your hand through your hair as momo snakes her arms around your waist, pulling you flush against her crotch.
momo looks up at you, the hearts in her eyes so evident, you didn’t even need to animate her to see them.
“what is it, baby?” momo asks as she rubs your waist, reaching for your phone in your hand and facing it towards her. she giggles, shaking her head as you blush, looking away. “were you comparing me to a peach?” momo asks, amused. the smile adorning her lips quickly becomes contagious as you smile back, bashfully nodding.
“i think it’s the cheeks.” you mutter, hiding your own as you feel momo’s lips press onto your hands, hearing her giggle at your sudden outburst. “i think it’s that fact that you love eating peaches.” she teases, and you whine as you move to get up, trying to run away out of embarrassment.
momo holds you down as she laughs at your behaviour, finding it endearing as she intertwines her hand with yours.
“you’re not wrong about that last part..” you mumble as you pick at your fingers once you both finally calm down, lying down beside each other. momo props her head on her elbow as she looks down at you in amusement.
“okay, promise you won’t get mad at me?” mingi holds out a pinky to your blindfolded figure, and you’re left in confusion when you feel his pinky finger grazing your hand. you furrow your eyebrows. “why would i get mad at you, love?”
“just promise!” he urges you, and you hold your hands up in the air before letting out an ‘okay!’ and hooking your pinky with his, promising that you wouldn’t get mad over whatever he had planned.
“you’re not crossing your fingers or anything, right-”
“mingi get on with it!” you push him, growing impatient as you both stood outside your apartment door, ready to go in and just ring in your birthday while you're in bed, peacefully cuddled up in your sheets and sleeping.
mingi holds you back from entering your home last minute as he whispers in your ear. “just to let you know that although i am your boyfriend, this was all wooyoung’s idea-”
“YOU TOOK AN IDEA FROM WOOYOUNG?!?!” you exclaim, now dreading what state your apartment is in. you step backwards as you stumble a little, the black blindfold still restricting you from seeing anything around you, making mingi hold you tightly in his arms as he grows nervous.
“listen, we wanted it to be a surprise…” mingi trails off, then clears his throat. “let’s just go in, yeah? and then you’ll see the surprise!” he smiles brightly, trying to keep any evidence of stress or nervousness evident on his face.
you both soon walk into your shared apartment, and you take off your blindfold to be met with about an army’s worth of mingi cutouts all facing you, staring you down as you stare back at them with shock. you couldn’t even count up to 20 before losing track, and you feel all the colourful words come up into your mouth. turning towards him, mingi grins sheepishly at you before bolting out the door, whipping open the door to the staircase as you chase after him.
“SONG MINGI!” you scream, running up the stairs and following him into a random open apartment as he screams bloody murder, throwing his arms up in the air as he waves them around.
before you can register where you even were at the moment, the lights flash on and screams erupt all around you as cameras are pointing towards you.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!!!”
you pull your phone to check the time, and shining right back at your face were the numbers 00:00, indicating that it indeed was your birthday.
you start to thank everyone as they wished you happy birthday, some people giving you pats on the back while others were screaming in your face and lightly giving you birthday beats. as you talk to everyone, you can’t help but look for a particularly tall, silver-haired man who might be lurking amongst the crowd, hiding himself from your wrath, when you spot him in the hallways towards the bedroom.
mingi doesn’t even notice you marching over to him before he yelps out as he’s dragged into a bedroom.
“did you plan this?” you ask him, crossing your arms as you look up at him.
“YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME!” he shrieks, holding his chest as he breaths heavily. you slap his arms as he flinches, putting his arms down. “well?”
“...yes.” he hangs his head down.
you fake a scowl before giving in and going in for a hug, taking mingi by surprise as he slowly hugs back.
“thank you.” you whisper to him, pinching his side playfully.
“AH- oh uh, you're welcome, baby.” he breathily laughs, flinching as he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, rubbing your shoulders in endearment.
you both stay silent before you interrupt the silence.
“now where’s wooyoung?”
wc. 643
a/n: for miles! heppy birdday kilometres @star1117-archives
pairing :: choi san x male reader
genres/au's :: angst, smut, romance, subtle yandere
viewer rating :: 18+ ; heavy emotions & sexual content
content warnings :: cursing, very rough sex, unprotected sex, degradation, vaguely implied breeding, possessive/slightly yandere!san, sexual masochism, san is in his mid-30s & pretty much 10 years older than reader in the fic (hes 24 irl), the last sentence is a lil bit dark lol
network tag :: @preciousillusions-net
event :: preciousillusions net's grand opening event!
word count :: 1,881
synopsis :: ah, choi san… your best friend since preschool… and the love of your life. but are you the same to him? or are you just a playdate to him?
"ugh," san groaned, "i'm so bored, someone give me something to fuck."
"what the fuck do you mean, 'something to fuck'...?" you asked snippily, looking up from your phone to give your long-time best friend a suspicious, eyebrow-up look.
"what the hell do you think i mean when i say that? i want to fuck, m/n, you dumbass. i want a hole to stick my dick in."
you rolled your eyes, mumbling under your breath thinking san wouldn't hear.
"well maybe i'd give you myself if you'd fuckin' ask nicely."
but quite (un)fortunately for you, san did indeed hear every word you said.
and that was how you ended up in your current situation...
"fuck, fuck, fuck!" you screamed, throwing your head back into the thick layer of blankets on san's bed and fisting the blankets as hard as you could in futile efforts to keep yourself from floating up onto cloud nine.
"yeah?" san purred, leaning in and biting your neck as hard as he could as he whispered filthy, possessive nothings into your ear. "you like that, bitch? you like being stuffed full of your best friend's cock, hm?"
he wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed as hard as he could, letting loose a low, feral, wolf-like growl into your ear before letting his whole weight fall on top of you so he could fuck you harder.
"well your best friend likes it too, and now you don't get to fuck anyone else!" he said happily.
"fuck, s-san, right there," you whimpered weakly, wrapping your arms and legs around san's waist and shoulders and using all the strength you had left to squeeze as hard as you could in an effort to keep him as close as you could possibly get him to be.
"yeah, slut?" san hissed into your ear, pulling out to the tip before slamming back into you as hard as he could, making sure he was balls-deep inside you and nuzzling into your neck before he continued his beforehand movements of fucking you into oblivion.
"you love my cock so much, puppy, you're taking it so fucking well... you're gonna drive me insane..."
"fuuuck," you groaned, your face turning cherry-red and your eyes rolling back into your head as the tip of san's cock grazed your prostate again.
"f-shit, san, right there-"
san chuckled, deciding to change positions a bit. he pulled out, immediately replacing his cock with three fingers before you could register that you'd lost the feeling of his cock inside you. he wrapped his other hand around your cock and began to stroke it as fast as his wrist would let him whilst he continued to finger-fuck you into the clouds in the outer atmosphere with his fingers.
"such a filthy, slutty little bitch. such a cute little cocksleeve," san snapped, slapping your face- he didn't hit you hard, but he didn't exactly go soft on you either. he made sure to hit you just hard enough to get the cutest, most kitten-like little whimper out of you when you felt the light sting of his hand making contact with your cheek.
your face turned a little bit of a darker, bloodier shade of red when san slapped you, and despite your devout mental pleading with the universe that he didn't notice... he did.
"oh? you like it when i slap you around, you little whore?" san growled, giving you another, slightly softer slap on your cheek when you took a moment to respond- you were quite mentally unavailable at the moment with how hard and fast san's fingers were still fucking into you.
san smirked darkly when his second hit landed, taking his fingers out of your abused hole and reaching up and yanking you up by your hair. he moved you so that you were sitting on his lap, then wrapped his hand around your throat and yanked you closer.
"you said you wanted to try voyeurism, right?" he asked, looking right into your eyes with his dark, lustful, chocolate-colored ones.
you nodded vigorously, doing your dearest to pay full attention to san's words whilst imagining the things he was going to do to you next.
san let himself fall slightly out of character for a moment, a happy giggle escaping his throat as he smiled his shiny white trademark smile at you.
"yeah?" he asked, falling smoothly back into character as he leaned in to give you his next command.
"ride it, bitch." he hissed, "be a good, obedient little cocksleeve for your hyung, and maybe he'll let you suck it later while i talk with wooyoung."
you immediately obeyed san's wishes, taking hold of his cock and carefully sliding down back onto it. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and buried your face into his neck before starting to move.
"mmmm... fuck," san growled, slapping your ass cheek lightly. "speed up, slut. i'm feeling impatient tonight."
you once again obeyed san's wishes, speeding up the movements of your hips so that you were bouncing up and down quick and hard on his cock, fucking yourself on it like there was no tomorrow.
"you're so cute," san cooed, pulling you closer by your throat and smashing his lips onto yours as hard as he could while his hips started moving to help you keep up with the pace he had set for you.
after all, he wasn't completely heartless.
not completely.
"oh, m/n," he sighed dramatically, moving both hands to your hips to help you fuck yourself a little harder. "you're such a beautiful boy... tearing my heart up like a rabid dog. i love you so much..." he confessed, smiling softly and pulling you as close as he could physically get you while he sped up his thrusts and chasing his high like a starving cat after a plump mouse.
his hand strayed up to hold your chin, and he closed the distance again, pressing his lips to yours and nibbling on your bottom lip with his canines, just hard enough to draw a little bit of blood.
"fuck, san, i-i'm getting close-" you whimpered, biting your already-broken bottom lip and licking a little bit of the blood off of the wound.
"cum for me, prince." san whispered, tangling his fingers into the hair on your scalp and yanking it in a tantalizingly slow manner before moving his hand to the hair on the base of your neck and yanking it as hard as he could without any warning to you.
and that one little feeling, that burning sting on the back of your neck, was the last little thing that drove you fully over the edge.
you screamed into san's neck as your orgasm hit you like a ship hitting the beach, biting into his collar to keep yourself from falling too far into the blissful void of feelings that was your orgasm.
"good boy." san said softly, helping you get yourself off of him. then he wrapped his arms around you and let his and your weight fall backward into the bed. he squeezed you as hard as he could. then he turned you carefully over onto your back and beginning to leave little butterfly kisses all over your neck, lips, body, chest, thighs, and forehead in an effort to give you soft feelings to focus on as you came down from your high.
"san?" you asked after a short while.
"yeah?" san replied softly.
"were you telling the truth when you said you love me?" you asked hesitantly, turning over onto your side and looking right into his eyes.
san smiled softly, reaching over and brushing some strands off of your sweaty forehead. his hand strayed to your cheek and his thumb began to softly caress your cheek, which was still slightly red from having been slapped twice earlier.
"of course i love you, darling," san said softly, "truthfully? i always have." he confessed.
"wait, really?" you asked confusedly, "what do you mean, you always have?"
san smiled softly again, his face turning a little red as his eyes strayed away from yours for a split second.
"i've been in love with you since you were eighteen, m/n."
"wait, really??" you said astonishedly, "san, baby, how come you never told me?? you've been in love with me since i was eighteen?? that's like- shit..."
you had to stop talking for a moment, and san just grinned in anticipation, waiting for you to figure it out.
"san..."
"yeah?"
"san, you're... you're thirty-five years old. you literally turned thirty-five, like, two days ago. and i'm almost twenty-five."
"mhmmm... and?" san said, trailing off in an effort to prompt you to figure the rest of it out.
"and.... and so that means you've been in love with me for... HOLY FUCKING-"
and san started laughing.
"SEVEN YEARS??" you shrieked.
"yeah, and??"
"AND- AND?? CHOI SAN, YOU'VE KEPT THIS INFORMATION FROM ME FOR SEVEN YEARS!!"
after san got his breath back enough to answer you coherently, he said,
"and i'd gladly fall in love with you for a thousand more and not tell you until the day you die if you not knowing that information keeps you from loving someone else the way it obviously has this time around."
you had no response for this.
"san..." you started softly, but trailed off; you couldn't find anything to say.
"san, why so long?"
"i just told you, it's so that you'd keep trailing along after me trying to find out whether i loved you back or not, and that would keep you from giving in to someone else's advances." san answered, taking your hand and squeezing it.
"m/n, the thought of you falling in love with another man haunts my dreams, it's the only thing i've had a nightmare about for almost eighteen years. i don't... i want you to love me. i don't want you to love someone else, because i'm afraid that if you do, i'll hurt them out of jealousy, and that'll drive you away."
your heart broke.
"san, i..."
your eyes started to burn, and you screwed them shut as they filled up with tears. you tried to keep them at bay, but san knew this would happen, and he wasn't going to let you continue this self-destructive habit you'd always had of acting tougher than you were. because the thought in his mind might sound sort of sick, and one could rightfully judge him if they thought it so...
but san wanted you to cry.
and no, it wasn't because of some sick fantasy of dacryphilia... no, it was for the sake of your heart, because, you see...
l/n m/n never cried.
and every time you kept yourself from crying, it broke san's already-shattered heart into another ten thousand tiny little pieces. he wanted you to cry. he wanted you to let your walls fall down for a while. he needed you to feel better, because you feeling a little more at peace with yourself would make san hate himself a little less for loving you as long as he had.
it would make him feel a little better about the things he wanted to do to you when you were comfortable with him doing them.
