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At her BF's house, Tiara wanders around humming a song. Today was their first year's anniversary, plus he hadn't pulled out that in a while. S.F. had just brought up their anniversary cake; strawberry shortcake flavored, she'd eaten most of it. Tiara finds herself in the living room, as S.F. approaches.

"Hey, S.F. did you-" Tiara stops herself as she sees her boyfriend holding a TV remote. 'Shit! Not this again, not now.' "S.F. Please. Not now, I'm serious, I-" *Pause*

Tiara's face is frozen in a **** and pleading expression; S.F. can't do anything but just marvel at his frozen lover's appearance. After admiring her figure for a bit, he unpauses her.

"-'ve got homework today, just like, please, this is our anniversary too, just-" *Pause*

S.F. walks up towards her pleading pose as her positions her arms, clamping them upon her chest. He then leans in and stretches her open mouth into a wide smile. He glides through her hair and smells it; Tapioca. He always disliked that fragrance. Stepping back and unpausing her once more.

"-p-. Oh my god! It's not ok to be doing this stuff, like actually. I swear to god like why-do you just hate me or somet-" S.F. pauses her yet again. He stares into her blank, beady eyes. Leaning in for a kiss, he tastes some of that leftover strawberry shortcake. "It's so cute seeing you angry." S.F. smirks and squeezes her tits.

As he unpauses her, Tiara grunts in frustration and picks up her phone. "That's it. I'm calling them, I'm gonna call the cops. You can't be harassing me like this anymore." She types on her phone furiously but it's all for nothing once she gets paused again. S.F. picks up her phone, and goes onto her camera, proceeding to take multiple photos of her frozen self. Smirking, he takes a video in his POV, as he squats down and slowly rubs his hands against her fleshy thighs, chuckling to himself and smacking it. "Who's your daddy?" He points the camera to her frozen face, irritated and scrunched. He places the phone on the coffee table.

*Unpause* Tiara's fingers touch the air as she realises her phone has disappeared. "H-hey, you know I watched this REALLY great movie the other way" She walks away and into the kitchen. "It was called, like Shrek? Yeah Shrek." Tiara methodically reassures herself, that if she just stays calm, S.F. won't prod her anymore. She might be able to stop this argument from escalating and return the day back into a normal anniversary. "So anyways, Shrek was like this big ogre, who everyone disliked, and-" *Pause* S.F. just gazes at her panicked body. Her body is leaning against the counter, facing towards him. One of her hands is supporting her, while the other is sprawled out flatly. Her expression tries to be normal but inside, he sees her anxiety. *Unpause* "-then he meets this Donkey, who can talk for some reason?" She lets out a **** chuckle.

"But the Donkey actually likes Shrek? And they grow to be great friends throughout the course of the movie symbolizing how everyone has layers?? I liked that theme, y'know about how all ogres have-" *Pause* S.F. walks around Tiara, examining her beautiful frozen figure yet again, still in the same position, yet her expression seems more confident. *Unpause* "-layers." She starts walking towards the sink and turns the faucet on, washing her hands. 'This is the only thing that's gonna make me look calm right now.'

'And I think it's working, he hasn't paused me for some time now, and he also seems intrigued by the conversation as well, I really hope everything ju-" *Pause*

S.F. approaches Tiara from behind; roping his arms around her hourglass figure, squeezing it tightly and brushing his hair against hers. "Oh, you're so fucking sexy!" He takes a step back and launches a tight slap against her ass, jiggling. The faucet is still running as he moves the hair plastered on her neck from sweat, and puts his mouth on it, seconds later forming a hickey. "You like that don't you? Eh?" Still from behind, he motions her hands in a cup and fills it with water. He turns off the faucet and raises her arms close to her face. Then jerking it towards her, wetting her entire face and sending lots of drops on her chest and top.

Tiara's expression remains unchanged. Firm yet anxious. S.F. can't wait to see what she'll do...