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wallahi i’m cooked

throws a leg over @ThBoogieWoogie’s lap, arrogantly using him as her chair. he’s way more comfortable, anyway…

/ CANNOT believe i just replied to something from a year ago

she’s trying to plead, trying to scare away this hunk of a man, but her voice shakes, clearly scared. bare thighs rubbing together, her hand reaching back to grip.. ugh, his cock. “at least.. don’t put it inside me.”

takada dealt with handsy pervs, it comes with the job, but not… not this. she blinks, already feeling tears starting to well up. “please don’t—don’t do this to me. i have a reputation.. and— and if my security guards find you, you’re done for!”

she can’t help but whimper, a pitiful noise, as her eyes widen. there’s no doubt about what this guy—this crazed fan of hers—wants from her. the hardness grinding against her ass is enough for her to know what’s going to happen. she can’t believe this is actually happening.

i’m pretty sure it’s dead here

/ i miss writing my idol

mischief and amusement slowly trail down his body——from his face all the way down to his crotch, just to make sure he sees her, before she snaps her gaze back up. ] does it even work? do you need pills to get it up?

them would be dropping their pants for her and doing whatever she asked for, by just glimpsing at her face. she smiles again, but it’s strained. her tone is sharp. ] when’s the last time you saw a girl anyway, grandpa? [ eyes full of

[ the serene expression on her face slips for a second. her eyebrows furrow, eyes narrow—-revealing another side of her hidden from cameras and public eyes. bratty, sulking when things don’t go her way. what’s with this old man?! most of

/ i just need to find a good character lowkey