#AND those r too expensive to go to waste like that

[lesbianlenas]

ever since i discovered thrifting clothes online it is now a weakness of mine i’m like oh i can get this nice shirt for an affordable price? and then i have gotten 5 shirts at an affordable price and spent $80 😔✌️

[marrycv]

Muse

rockstar!ellie x reader

warnings : SMUT!!, no to consentement (happened with a men ellie saved us), alcohol, ✂️✂️✂️, swearing, age gab? (ellie be like 2-3 years older), thigh riding (r ! receiving), fingering (r ! receiving)

idk if thats all but i worked hard on this one 😜

enjoy!!

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“Cmonnnnn we’re gonna be late!!”

“not my fault you took 2 hours in the shower?”

you and your bestfriend were getting ready for that little concert that was in your city. it was so rare you had finally something fun to do, and the best part of it, is that your favourite band was gonna be there. you were so excited to go there, but your bestfriend was just making you nervous, in the worst way ever.

you had a denim mini skirt with a lace crop top in black with some leather jacket, classic ‘rockstar girlfriend’ outfit if you’d search it on pinterest. but, it was a rock show anyways, so you were fitting in that vibe.

you had a little smug eyeliner with some star glitter around your eyes. your best friend has some too. exited by the fact that you two were matching like some 13 years old teenagers.

“okay, im ready”

“about time!! now come on, i dont wanna arrive while its crowded, wanna have the best view” she tells you while bringing you outside towards her car

“girl did you know my fav band are gonna be here??”

“ugh omg you said it at least one thousand times…” she sighs

“okay okay, will you be less annoyed when i tell you they look like this :” you said as you showed her the guitarists and the singer. they were 3 and your age. absolutely gorgeous people.

“YOOOOOOOOO!!!” Layla said, looking at the picture of the three bend’s members.

“rightttt?!!!”

“okay but look at the men?”

“his name is Jesse, one of the guitarist. currently dating the other guitarist” you informed her, for only her smile dropping at the deception.

“look, thats the singer” you continue “her name’s Ellie, and shes SO fucking hot, and shes gay”

“lesbian?” she asks you while she starts driving towards the location for tonight.

“yeah, literally everyone who listen to their music is because all the fans envy her. i dont blame them tho”

“what about the other guitarist?” she asks you, now interested in them

“Its Dina, Ellie’s ex”

“WHAAAAAT ??? nowayyyy”

you two laugh at the drama you shared to layla. it was funny gossiping and her finally showing some interest in what you liked.

-

arrived there, it was already crowded. nobody was on stage yet, but it was definitely bigger than you expected.

you friend touched your shoulder, knowing how much noisy places made you so uncomfortable.

“what aboouuuuuut we get VIP tickets for a quieter place mhh?”

“Layla? its too expensive i cant afford that, ill just- support it” you tell her, looking at your phone trying to distract yourself

“too late babe i bought us some” she says, looking at you with the biggest smile. eyes disappearing and teeth showing. She was your sunshine.

“whaaat? you shouldn’t have- im gonna repay you when i can okay?”

“nuh huh, its our night and my gift, okay?”

you nod and smile, worries erased by her gentle smile.

it was true, it was you guy’s night, and no anxiety would take that away.

In the VIP room, there was mostly middled aged men with some really young, but beautiful girls in their company. all already wasted. from here, you could be so close to the stage you thought if the artists would be close enough, you could touch them. you also had access to the backstage, which was an insane opportunity.

some normal people, like your age hanging out with people their age were also in the VIP. it was less awkward with all of those creepy men probably were ‘sugar daddies’

“im gonna grab us a drink ill be back, yeah?” layla whisper-screams in your ears then vanishes to the bar.

you look around you, analyzing the people. then get on your phone, just to seem lees alone.

“Hey you gorgeous lady, would you mind some company?” a raspy voice said

you look towards the voice and see a men, probably 25 years old, but obviously drunk and maybe also high.

“i already have company, but thanks” you said, gently, not wanting anything to happen.

“oh, but i dont see anyone babygirl…” he said as he leaned closer to you while you backed off a little.

his eyes widen, completely surprised by your non interested move.

“im not gonna bite youuu, only if you ask me to” he says and winks at you while touching your arm, going closer and closer to your breast.

“um.. no thanks..” you said, trying to get away, searching around for layla’s figure somewhere around…

“why are you so fucking rude? huh? cant even be happy someone wants to be with you mh? ‘lil slut..” he said as his grip on your arm was tightening, probably gonna leave a mark after.

“please-“ you started but got cut by someone else, behind you two

“she said no man”

the men looks behind him, feeling his grip on your arm going insanely tight. you hiss by the pain.

“she’s with me” he answers to the girl you yet didn’t dare to look at, feeling embarrassed by this whole situation

“are you with this man, miss?” the girl asked you.

her tone completely shifting from raspy, loud and angry to sweet and gentle. making you look up from the ground to see the Ellie Williams defending you. you answer her a small ‘no’. scared if you talked louder the men would take away your arm at this point. or scared you’d cry from anger. the tight feeling you felt in your throat was cutting your voice to get through, if the knot would get destroyed, you’d probably sob right here, but it would only get tighter, feeling like it was taking the oxygen away from your lungs. feeling like it was choking you so it couldn’t pass anymore. would only make your heart beat slower due to the little air you were able to breathe. but you felt like it was beating faster, like you just ran kilometers and stopped suddenly. making your body react in a bad way in the sudden change.

but that was only a feeling.

you just looked, away.

you could hear Ellie yell at the men until his grip on you left to only see his arm swing towards ellie’s face. only that she dodged his punch smoothly. almost satisfying to watch her doing it like she was the finest fighter in the world.

but the slowmo and the muffled voices stopped and when Ellie punched him. Everything was too loud and too clear.

blood getting out of the man’s mouth. attacking Ellie back. everyone screaming and getting away from the fight, creating a non purpose circle.

suddenly it wasn’t a rock show, but a fight show.

Once Ellie completely knocked out the men, him completely passed out on the ground, blood all over his face. she went towards you

“You okay?” she asked, gently as she didnt even just fought with someone like she was gonna kill him.

you simply nodded to her, shocked by this whole situation, never wanting it to end up this way.

“come with me, yeah? ill get you some water and… clean you up” she said looking at your cheek, having some blood on it.

you just followed her into her lodge. it was quiet and cozy.

nobody was in there, but you were kinda nervous about the fact that you were literally with a celebrity.

“sit down” she obeyed.

you sat on the closest chair you saw, following her orders like a dog, still under shock.

ellie took a glass and poured water in it, placed it on the table next to you, then took a small towel and again, put water on it. she came real close to you, her head titled on the side a little bit, her fingers took your chin and made your head move a little bit on the side. she took the towel and took the blood away from your cheek. probably the men’s blood. ellie didn’t have one single scratch. only her knuckles were brushed.

you watched her taking care of you like a little kitten she had found on the road and just, felt bad for it.

her eyes were concentrated on what she was doing, her fingers touching you so gentle, so softly. her bottom lip between her teeth due to the concentration. she might looked so rough earlier, but here? she was the softest person you’ve ever laid eyes on.

“here..” she said as she stopped what she was doing. she sat next to you, with concerned eyes. she suddenly cared so much about you.

“thanks” you whispered, looking down to the glass of water in front of you.

“dont thank me, this guy was an asshole. are you hurt?” she asked looking at your arm, knowing he was holding it.

“if i were you id worry more about your hands” you said looking at them, all bloody and swallowed.

“its okay, dont worry about me…” She said getting up to grab some ice for your arm

“no, take it.” you said, putting it on her fingers trying to ease her pain from defending you.

the room went silent, a comfortable silence. the ones where you didnt rush do say anything or where you werent overthinking to find a subject to talk about.

Ellie on the other hand, was going insane. You were so pretty and you had a pin on your purse about their bands which meant that you were a fan. which meant you knew about her and listened to her music. the silence was driving her insane. she’d just wish she was a normal person who weren’t screaming for her name out there. screaming for her and the fact that they all wanted her. like she was theirs. but she didn’t want that. she wanted to be yours, and it wasn’t gonna be easy. she thought you were scared by her, she thought you saw her completely different now, that you’d stop listening about her being so so toxic with girls with the best beat dina and jesse could ever put to make everyone forget about how of an asshole she was.

about how the girl was hers but she wasnt the theirs. about how she just fucked the girl cause she was bored.

but now, you could saw her as a crazy girl that punches someone almost to death. someone dangerous.

you were just too pretty for this man, for this treatment. she would have done this for anyone, but taking care of them after? nahhh she wouldve just walked away.

“whats your name..?” Ellie asked, looking dead up in your eyes like she wasn’t going crazy on overthinking.

“my name’s ______” you tell her.

“im uh, im Ell-“

“Ellie Williams, yeah i know”

“of course you do..” she sighed at herself.

“fuck- i uh my friend… she’s gonna be dead worried!! fuck fuck” you say, completely on panic mode

“hey, hey, hey, its okay, just send her a message to let her know youre all good, im not letting you out there again, something worse could happen to you.” she says, in a stern tone.

“you worried about me Williams?” you ask her, calmed but surprised by her reaction, slightly titling your head a little bit. the small amount of alcohol in your system making you bolder than you ever could.

“believe it or not sweetheart, i care about my fans”

something in what you said activated Ellie’s dangerous side. she was gonna torture you and never let you go.

“dont you have a show you have to do? for the caring of your fans?”

“i believe they can wait a little bit, dont you think?” she smirked at you.

that goddamn smirk she’d have in those pinterest pictures of her if you searched up her name on the search bar. that smirk when she was on live and someone would tell how much they loved her. or when her fans would ask her to sign on their boobs.

that smirk.

“how disappointed i would be if i was one of those, knowing you were just sitting in here with someone you didnt even knew”

“mhhh i wouldnt care less doll”

you blushed at the nickname, you’d cringe if someone else would’ve called you like that, but the way she said made your panties grow a little wet spot faster than you thought your body could.

you shifted a little bit in your chair, uncomfortable by how sweaty you’ve just became.

“dont you think its hot.. in here?” you said, praying for her to not notice it was because of how much your heart was pumping, making you red everywhere.

“follow me” Ellie said, getting up and walking in another room. you were almost too shaking to even walk but you managed to make your way to ellie. she was in a small bedroom. how could you know lodges had bedrooms? no idea.

“we have those bedrooms if someone from the bend is tired or dont feel good, very useful. i think it was Beyoncé that asked that”

“you know beyoncé???” you asked completely amazed

“uhhh, no. im a small artist, not a pop star” she laughed and made herself comfortable on the bed.

you sat next to her, but shy enough to keep your distance away from her a little.

Ellie just grabbed a guitar that was hanging on the wall and started to play a little melody. her fingers stroking the strings so perfectly, making them some beautiful note and then you recognized the song. she was signing one of hers.

its like you were in a dream, the room was so dark but there was lights everywhere, hanging like a teenage room. making able to see everything with the most perfect lighting, you were able to see the intense shadows from ellie’s perfect muscles. aligned how it was made, like god modelled them himself with his own hands. the way she was just there looking at where her fingers were at to know what note to play next. her foot tapping around with the beat. her hair being lighten by the small yellow lights, making her auburn hair look way more softer than usual.

you couldn’t contain yourself at the sight.

“wanna try?” Ellie asked, handing you the guitar with smile on her lips… her perfect lips- ok stop this madness.

“i- i dont know how to play”

“ill teach you- here, put it on your legs…” she then got closer and took your hands to place them to make a chord. “and here is the chord C major” she smiled at you. “easy right?”

“sure, if i dont count the fact that my fingers are about to explose”

she looked at you and laughed, you did the same. you felt now so comfortable with her.

“alright..” she said,

“get in my lap imma teach you some other stuff.”

“huh?”

“the guitar, you trust me?”

she said, clarifying your dirty mind.

“uh yeah, i do” you said then sat in front of her, between her legs. she wrapped her arms around you and guided your fingers, showing you the chords. one by one.

her fingers felt sooo good on your skin, you were just wondering how good they felt inside of you.

you knew that what you were feeling was wrong, that you two just met but you couldn’t help to press your ass to her crutch. Ellie’s words stuttered, and so did yours. every words were slower and her mouvements were more sensual, if you werent delusional.

the tension just kept growing and only one more move and it could be done for the both of you.

she pressed her head in your shoulder. still teaching you. a hand on yours- guiding you and another on your hip… and she just made you get closer to her, as you could even get closer. you were trying to not moan at this point. what she was doing, ‘teaching’ you guitar and making your heart skip a beat, pretending like nothing else was happening, like it was just all in your imagination. but the feeling was so strong, so strong.

you felt her lips stroking against the skin of your neck while she was whispering you the instructions of the next chords.

crazy how an hour ago you were with your bestfriend, being exited about just seeing ellie live, and here you were, she was literally teaching you how to play guitar with hers. this felt all like it was some kind of prank, too good to be true, but you were just there to enjoy yourself at 100%.

Ellie’s hand on your hip was now playing around on your thigh, she’d tell you how good you were doing. she then moved her hand, painfully slow in your inner thigh. your breathing was speeding up like she was already in you…

she has just touch you so little.

you craved her so much.

you let her get higher, she stoked her fingers on your clothed cunt, could feel the wet spot on your panties that was growing since you got into her lodge.

“is this okay?” she asked you. scared she was taking everything too far, but you just pushed her hand closer to where you needed her the most.

Ellie took the guitar away from the both of you and turned you over so she could see your face.

your legs wrapped around her waist and now both of her hands were on your hips.

the atmosphere completely changed. it was romantic and comfortable 2 seconds ago, and now its so much more intense, the room feels hotter and your nervousness is on the top of your head controlling you to stay still.

“ellie…” you whined.

that made ellie so much more bold. her hands moved up from your hips to your cheeks, not forgetting to touch every part of your skin that was on the way. it wasn’t too slow and either too fast, just enough to realize she was getting closer and closer while her eyes switched on your eyes to your lips. you leaned in, like she was a magnet, pulling you towards her. her lips on yours felt the most right thing you’ve ever felt. they were so soft, so warm, so so tender against your lips. the kiss turned into a make out soon enough like it was a relief from all the tension that had built. her tongue dancing against yours, feeling this feeling of euphoria in your whole body, only catching yourself needed more and more.

unconsciously, your hips were rocking against any pressure you could find. ellie stopped her kisses to only replace them on your neck. you tilt your head to give her more access. you had no idea what you were doing, its like your body went into full control and your mind was just beyond the clouds, seeing the stars when her knee pressed against your clothed cunt. a moan and a a relief sigh escaped your lips.

all was happening so fast and ellie was taking your shirt off, as you were doing the same to her, like in those romantic movies when the two characters find eachothers and they get heated in the moment. like there wasn’t time, like you were late to somewhere.

ellie’s fingers found their way, once again on your clit.

“you mind if i take this off?” she asked, with a smirk, but you could see her cheeks blushing, her breath being fast… her hands shaking.

you nodded, way too speechless of the goddess in front of you

“words, i need words baby”

“take it off” you saw, looking at your legs that were still wrapped around ellie’s waist.

ellie layed you down on the bed, now on top of you, looking at you up and down, analyzing your body. she gently touched the hem of your skirt to take it off. you lifted your hips up to help her. her mouvement were painfully slow, as she was trying to make this sooo memorable.

your panties along with your hips were now on the floor of the room. laying with only your bra left.

ellie’s lips returned to yours, while you could feel her hands getting closer to where you needed her the most.

“ellie..?”

“yes, yes? what’s wrong?” she asked, genuine

“i uh.. can i ride on you?” you asked her, closing your eyes to try and hide yourself from the immense embarrassment you felt, but before you knew it, ellie stood up, you looked at her, clearly confused about what she was doing

to your surprise, she only stripped herself, finding her now completely naked. you could see her abs.. her biceps.. the ‘v’ kind of shape she had on her lower stomach.. her small, yet perfect boobs, only finding your mouth watering at the sight- and not only your mouth but your pussy was drenched too.

“are you gonna stop staring at me?” ellie asked as she climbed on top of you, kissing you- again

maybe she felt magnified to you too? just like you felt so attracted to her

you were winning in anticipation and excitement

naturally, her leg intertwined with one of yours so both of your clits were pressing against eachothers.

feeling her like that against you was heaven. grinding yourself against her was beyond beautiful. the scene was so pornographic that i’d create a new sin in the bible.

“els! im so.. close… fuck!!”

“me too, fuck.. together yeah?”

and just like that she gave a couple more trusts against you and you did the same, as your mouvements were synchronized, as if it was destiny to find her and make love with the love of your life.

you saw and felt fireworks, a big release escaped as you were almost screaming by pleasure. and ellie was just, amazed by your fucked expression she could cum again over and over by just being on top of you, looking at you this beautiful. she couldnt stop.

“els! please!” you said as you felt overstimulated by your previous orgasm.

“please give me another one, please.” ellie was begging at this point. as she needed it more than you, as she felt it in her.

she could go on and on, and you would let her abuse your cunt for the rest of your life if it felt like that.

[lovelynim]

TickleTober2024/Day 23 - Money

Honkai: Star Rail - Aventurine x Dr. Ratio

“Oh, you like it?”

“No, I was just looking at-”

“I will take two of those shirts, please. Oh, and that suit too,” Aventurine ordered, only winking at Ratio. His credit card was already in his hand and Ratio could only sigh in disapproval at another unreasonable expense.

By the time they went back to their room in the nearby hotel, Aventurine had already spent… no, it was better to not do the math, Ratio thought, looking at the seemingly endless pile of shopping bags.

What made everything worse was the realization that very few items among that sea of purchases were, actually, for Aventurine. Most were “gifts” bought on what Ratio could only call some sort of primal impulse that prevented Aventurine from thinking twice- no, from thinking at all before spending his credits.

“What’s wrong, doc?” Aventurine hummed, ravaging through one of the bags, “you didn’t like that shopping? We can go to anot-”

“Don’t,” Ratio interrupted him, his eyes widened a little at how fast Aventurine jumped into the conclusion of spending more money, “you already spent too much on me. This isn’t the behavior you’d expect from one of the heads of the IPC.”

“Eh?” Aventurine giggled, tossing the bag full of clothes away before plopping his body on the large bed - even this room, now that Ratio thought about it, was an unreasonable expense. Who needs to book a deluxe hotel bedroom for a simple trip like that? They were barely staying over the hotel!!

“Please, doc, what do you take me for? I’m barely spending some pocket money.”

“No, you have a problem. More than one, maybe,” Ratio sighed, walking over Aventurine with his arms crossed in front of his chest. His eyes were cold, bathing the blonde with a disapproving look. “You don’t want you to spend on me like that.”

“Why not?” Aventurine pouted, but just as he was about to sit up to face Ratio with all his stubbornness, the doctor sat himself on top of Aventurine’s midriff, pinning him into the mattress with his weight. “H-hey, you’re not exactly light, doc, c-can’t you mov-”

“Promise.”

“W-what?”

“Promise me you won’t do any other unreasonable purchase or waste your money on something unnecessary. At least, not until we are done with work.”

Aventurine knew something was up, but what kind of gambler would he be if he backed away with just a threat like that? “No way, doc. I can spehehe- h-hehey!”

“Suit yourself,” Ratio scoffed, pinning one of Aventurine’s wrists next to his head while his free hand kneaded and tickled the blonde’s vulnerable ribs, Ratio’s fingers wiggling over the delicate, expensive fabric of Aventurine’s shirt.

“R-RahHAHAhatio!” Aventurine laughed, his feet that were once hanging over the bed’s edge now kicking up in the air, flailing like a fish on a hook. “W-whahat are you- aHAHAH, c-cohohome on, not thehehere!”

“I made you a clear proposal, gambler, but since you seem to enjoy wasting my patience as much as you waste your money, I might as well opt for… a different approach on your money-management problem.”

A/N: Who else than Aventurine for this prompt? I mean, he shields himself with his money, right?

Anyway, I don't think his money protected him from this, ehe, but oh well

[tomorrowusa]

Trump White House staffers were apparently big pill poppers. And we're not talking about generic ibuprofen or Vitamin C.

The White House has its own pharmacy. It's run by the military because the president happens to be commander-in-chief of the armed forces. But during the Trump administration things went awry – as you might expect.

For years, the White House Medical Unit, run by the White House Military Office, provided the full scope of pharmaceutical services to senior officials and staff—it stored, inventoried, prescribed, dispensed, and disposed of prescription medications, including opioids and sleep medications. However, it was not staffed by a licensed pharmacist or pharmacy support staff, nor was it credentialed by any outside agency. The operations of this pseudo-pharmacy went as well as one might expect, according to the DoD OIG's alarming investigation report. The investigation was prompted by complaints in May 2018 alleging that an unnamed "senior military medical officer" was engaged in "improper medical practices." [ ... ] Provigil is a drug that treats excessive tiredness and is typically used for patients with narcolepsy, sleep apnea, and other sleep disorders. Brand-name Provigil is 55 times more expensive than the generic equivalent. Between 2017 and 2019, the White House pharmacy spent an estimated $98,000 for Provigil. In that same timeframe, it also spent an estimated $46,500 for Ambien, a prescription sedative, which is 174 times more expensive than the generic equivalent. Even further, the White House Medical Unit spent an additional $100,000 above generic drug cost by having Walter Reed National Military Medical Center fill brand-name prescriptions.

While they were plotting to repeal Obamacare for millions of Americans, Trump staffers were getting brand name stimulants and sedatives cheap and sticking US taxpayers with the bill.

They were handing out baggies of drugs to staffers going on trips overseas.

The staffer told OIG investigators that ahead of overseas trips, the staff would prepare packets of controlled medications to be handed out to White House staff. "And those would typically be Ambien or Provigil and typically both, right. So we would normally make these packets of Ambien and Provigil, and a lot of times they’d be in like five tablets in a zip‑lock bag. And so traditionally, too, we would hand these out. ... But a lot of times the senior staff would come by or their staff representatives... would come by the residence clinic to pick it up. And it was very much a, 'hey, I’m here to pick this up for Ms. X.' And the expectation was we just go ahead and pass it out."

Trump wanted to send the US military into Mexico to go after drug kingpins. But he was running his own out of control drug dispensing operation financed by tax money.

The Department of Defense Inspector General's report detailed how Schedule II drugs were poorly inventoried and monitored. (emphasis added)

The Code of Federal Regulations requires that registered pharmacies maintain inventories and records of Schedule II controlled substances separately from all other pharmacy records.16 In our site visit to the EEOB Clinic, we concluded that the clinic maintained the controlled substance inventory records in a binder on hand‑written paper logs, stored in the EEOB clinic’s medication dispensing area. The inventory records showed that White House Medical Unit stocked four different types of Schedule II opioid pain medications (fentanyl, hydrocodone, morphine, and oxycodone), as well as medications from Schedules III through V, such as stimulants and sedatives. However, White House Medical Unit kept the records for its Schedule II medications in the EEOB’s inventory binder together with records for all other controlled medications and not maintained separately as required by the CFR.

So the Trump White House pharmacy also included opioids which were not properly kept track of. The Trump drug mill was a microcosm for his administration as a whole.

[aaronstveit]

currently thinking about deep end and how enjolras and grantaire have known each other for eight years. eight years!! but only now have they really gotten to know each other better. my goddddd

grantaire is a better person than me because if i loved a guy for eight years despite the fact that we aren't really friends and he actually kind of can't stand me, and then one day the guy i loved for eight years accidentally confessed something really personal to me, and i got caught up in his quite frankly insane personal life, and then we grew closer despite my efforts to keep us a safe distance away from one another, and then one day he kissed me while saying the worst things he could think of to me........ well. let's just say i would be on the evening news

no but on a more serious note this is actually part of a theme i wanted to get across in deep end: the myth of "lost time." eight years is a long time to know a person without really knowing them, and it can feel like they really wasted all that time hating each other when they could have loved each other instead. but that simply isn't true. enjolras and grantaire (in deep end) are only capable of coming to this place because of those eight years. because there is this familiarity between them, even with all that "lost time." throughout the fic i try to show the foundation that they have built, long before enjolras' father dies. they aren't close, but there is some level of trust, and of care. enjolras spent years sitting on the bathroom floor with grantaire to make sure he didn't die in his sleep after a bender. grantaire has spent years making flyers for and going to actions he doesn't believe in, because he believes in enjolras. enjolras went to all of grantaire's exhibitions in school, and remembers the art he showed. remembers their arguments, too, and the cruel things r has said to him over the years — but he remembers those paintings.

eight years of friendship, and enjolras doesn't know how grantaire takes his coffee. he doesn't know where grantaire is from, that he plays the piano, that he had a sister. but he remembers the first time he met grantaire. he remembers grantaire driving on their group trips, grantaire pulling all-nighters with them at university. when combeferre tells enjolras that grantaire is sober, enjolras is immediately able to conjure up a random memory of grantaire coming in off the balcony at some party a few months back. when grantaire doesn't answer enj's call, enj thinks, Grantaire always answers my calls. after enj's mother drops the bomb about cosette at the reading of the will, enjolras says to grantaire, I've never known you to be rendered speechless. he wears a suit to his father's funeral and thinks about grantaire's reaction the last time enjolras wore that suit.

there is a history there, albeit a mixed one. even before they know that enjolras' father has died, grantaire makes enj soup when he thinks that he's sick. for enj to let r take him home from the bar the night of the funeral, he has to have some amount of trust for grantaire, subconscious or not. and it is only because of this odd history of theirs that they are able to finally figure everything out. none of that time was "lost" or "wasted." it all matters, in the end.

the same goes for enjolras' relationship with cosette, in the opposite way. they have no shared history, aside from one dead asshole. and their relationship exists despite this. despite the decades that they lost with one another. it sucks that they will never know each other as children, but as cosette reminds herself in chapter 21, they have a future. that's all they can ask for, now. they can grieve the past, but not at the expense of their future.

sorry for this very long ramble-y response that has very little to actually do with what you were saying, you just caught me while i was ~feeling~ 😭 the thought that you are out there in the world thinking about deep end makes me wanna cry btw. i hope you have the loveliest day/evening 🫶🏻

[mrlidocaine]

I really like the pantolone x hybrid au! Reader :] I kinda want more of it, so prettyyyy pleaseeeee write some more :]

Thank you! I did my best, please enjoy 🫡 . I’m sorry it’s so short I can pull more together later if you lovelies want, I’m just swamped with schoolwork rn

Yan! Pantalone x Snow leopard hybrid! Reader

TW: kidnapping (petnapping?), drugging, forced domestication, oh also Dottores in here and that’s it’s own trigger warning. Lemme know if there r more

It was cold. But you didn't care, happily chasing your meal through the snow. The small white mouse was hard to see, but you could hear it, and you weren't going to lose it. Your fluffy white ears keened towards the little scurrying noises as you simply failed to miss the sound of a campfire crackling, the steps of large men moving around; too excited about the mouse, your mouth watering as you chased the first living thing you'd seen in ages. Only as the mouse was crushed under a well aimed boot did you screech and tumble to a halt, slamming into sturdy and well made fabric. You sat there dazed, long spotted tail over your shoulder as your claws dug into the ground.

"What on earth?" A clicking was heard behind you and you turned your cat like eyes to the new noise, looking into a masked face. It had a long shiny thing pointed at you, frozen metal pressing against your head. You bared your sharp teeth and sprang up, only to be whacked across the head now. Your vision danced, colourful spots flooding your eyesight. you heard muffled conversation, but were unable to actually know what any of it meant

"That's a snow leopard hybrid yeah? Those rare or anything?"

"You're asking if its rare? You dumb fuck that's worth-!"

"Who's even gonna buy it? Sure its expensive as hell but it's wild, nobody really wants a wild one."

“Doesn’t matter, some sicko will take it. If there’s no luck on the market, the Doctor would gladly snatch her up.”

You could only listen, trying to comprehend any of it when the snow beside you crunched. A tall, imposing man with dark hair and glasses stood there looking down at you with a smile. You bared your teeth, crouching to lunge at any of the humans that dared to take another step near you.

“I’ll take her, it would be a waste to give her to the Doctor. Isn’t she a pretty thing? She’d be prettier put on display though, prettier if she was taken care of.” That was it, your world going dark after a blunt force hit the back of your head.

When you woke up, you were being dragged into a very white room. It wasn’t much different than the white of the snow, but the smell of chemicals hurt your nose, causing you to whine as you looked around in your disoriented state. Some muffled words were heard as a masked figure with blue hair appeared in your vision, pointing at you and then laughing at words spoken by another. You swiped with your claw at the person, but they simply smiled with their own sharp teeth and waved their finger at you. You faded back out after a small prick in your neck.

[superstar-ve]

it’s 1 am and i can’t sleep so let me tell y’all abt my big back adventures at my granite a few weeks ago..

so in the morning (like 9 in the morning) i met up with my friends and we went to starbucks and i got a grande carmel frapp (basically fucking liquid cake 😭) and we walked to school for the bus .

i threw it out before i finished it because i started feeling guilty but i basically drank the whole thing 🐷

we got to disney and i didn’t have anything until around 2 my friend bought me a coke slushie (why didn’t i just at have water) ((also he owed me money it’s not like i’m using him)) and i drank every last drop because i have no self-control.

we had lunch at 5 pm at the pizza place in downtown disney and it’s was really good but i had THREE SLICES. let me explain. so the pizza is kinda small and it’s cut up into four slices. including me there were four people in the group so we all agreed that we’d get two pizzas and everyone gets two slices. (i really should’ve only ate one but i justified it because i wanted to celebrate my graduation.) anyway so we get the food and drink (my friend and i shared a coke but i didn’t really drink it bc i quit soda for a year for 2023 and ever since carbonation just rlly hurts my stomach) and tell me why they just didn’t eat at all ???

my friend that i was sharing w ate the two slices and i did too, but the other two basically didn’t eat??? even tho we all agreed on two slices each in the first place ?? one of the guys ate one slice and when we offered him his second slice he said we was okay and the other guy LIED ABOUT BEING LACTOSE INTOLERANT?? i’ve known you for three year U R NOT LACTOSE INTOLERANT

i basically pleaded w him to actually eat something cause he hadn’t eaten all day and was talking about how he was hungry the whole time we were at disney. after that my friend and i were stuck w the dilemma of do we eat the last to slices or throw it away. the reason why it was so serious is bc the same guy that paid for my slushie paid for everyone’s pizza and drinks and refused to let anyone pay him back (he tried explaining that he liked being i provider but lowkey i think he just likes my friend) so it was like do we just throw it away and let his $40 (too fucking expensive) go for waste or just eat it… obv i do what i always do and eat.

the coke i drank made my stomach hurt so fucking bad dude. i felt like it was cramping up and i was gonna explode.

around night time i bought a brownie from one of the shops cause i thought they were gonna heat it up it was gonna be good but it was not 😭😭 it tasted so fucking bad like those cheap chocolates you get from the dollar store or something. i think this was a sign from god telling me that i have to stop eating bc it’s literally not worth it 🧐🧐

there was a free coke station next to a coke dj (that’s a weird sentence) and the women gave me coke zero… another sign from god 🐷🐷

we met up w two other friends to go on rollercoasters with. it was funny tho cause one of them we walked past and out of all of us i think i’m the not that talks to him the most so like i waved at him and then two min later he came up to join us and he said it’s cause he was tried of watching them eat for two hours 😭

after that for the rest of the night i mainly hung out w him (also i gave him my gross ass brownie cause for some reason he liked it)

it was strange tho ,, not to be like narcissistic but i feel like he likes me cause whenever we would go on a ride he would always change where he was gonna go and somehow we’d always end up together on the ride. before gradnite ended he bought me a churro and we were suppose to split it half and half but he barely even touched it and told me i could have the rest. basically i ate the whole churro..

there were two busses and whichever bus u go in depends on ur last name. so him and i sat together while all of our other friends were on a different bus. and at some point it lowkey got romantic ⁉️🤨 omg this feels so weird to talk about 😭

during the ride back to school he started putting his watch on me. the first time he got that watch i was joking around w him and being like “oh let me have it” or something like that and he told me “lowkey i think my wrist is smaller than urs” HUMBLED ME FR

idk he was lowkey struggling to put it on me (NOT CAUSE IM FAT BUT BC IT WAS DARK) and i feel like that just added to the mood 🤨

something about its being 3am and watching him put his favorite watch on me in the moonlight and basically just holding my hand for five minutes cause he couldn’t figure it out rlly got to me 🧐

i tried giving him his watch back but he told me i could keep it and when we got off the bus he hugged me goodbye and in the moment it was fine but looking back on it i feel so self conscious

what if i didn’t feel small, what if he had gotten a feel of my rolls, what if my stomach had smoosh into him and suffocated him, what if he felt how big my arms are once i wrapped them around him.

i hugged other people goodbye after that but i tried avoiding it until they’re like “no cmon give me a hug” NO I DKNT WANNA GIVE U A HUG ULL FEEL MY DISGUSTING BODY

idk how many cals i has this day but i had 27k steps so hopefully it canceled out 😊😊

thank u for hearing my rant (nobody is gonna reads this)

[hasufin]

Profit on the apocalypse

Having just seen the 1st season of the Fallout TV show (pretty good, some video game logic, a few plot holes, but enjoyed) I want to talk briefly about how the US Military-Industrial Complex profits from the concept of the end of the world.

Now, for starters, actually ending the world is deeply unprofitable. They do not want that, because corporations are inherently capitalist entities: they do not want to create a situation in which the economy actually breaks down. Yes, private companies have flirted with running governments in the past (at its peak, the East India Company had I think the fourth largest military in the world) but running a government is hard and actually having citizens is a pain in the ass. So they're mostly happy with someone else doing that part where money exists and they can focus on having all of it.

So what do they do? Well... they want to keep us in a constant state of anxiety that the world could end, but without it actually ending. The more scared we - or, rather, our governments - are, the better.

Let's start with an old military adage: the most expensive army is the one that's second-best. The concept is, if you opt to save money/time/effort by not being quite as good as whoever you're fighting, and you lose, then all the time/money/effort you put in was wasted: you should have spent more in order to win, or you should have lost for cheaper. And this is sort of true.

This leads to another sorta true thing: even a small edge can be a very big deal. Having fighters which are slightly more maneuverable, tanks with slightly better armor, &c., can be what decides a war. Now, the thing is - that absolute bleeding edge of abilities and technology comes at a premium. A 5% improvement comes at a 100% increase in cost. But! That 5% can mean victory! And remember, the most expensive army is the one that's second best. If you want to be able to win, you need to pay that premium!

And for the military-industrial concept, that kind of thinking is a beautiful, beautiful stream of revenue. Suppose you're, you know, Lockheed. You're called upon to build a new military system like an air superiority fighter. You load that bird up with every piece of cool tech you can imagine. It's definitely the best fighter in the skies. It's also the most expensive bird anyone has put in the air. So you're making money on the R&D, you manage to get the government to pay for building the manufacturing facilities, you're getting money for each airframe you churn out. Oh, but that's pocket change. EVERY SINGLE PIECE of that thing is proprietary as all get-out. And it's all a Military Secret. You have your trade secrets backed by an actual bona fide military. Which you don't have to pay for.

So in addition to getting money for designing the fighter, getting money to be able to build it, getting money for building it... you're also getting paid to train people on using it, and you're getting a LOT of money on the special parts to maintain it. And because you're the only one who can make those parts, your price for those is whatever you fucking want. I mean, there's negotiation, but it's kind of a joke because there's only one vendor: you. And there's a big sunk cost because they spent millions getting the planes from you in the first place.

And this gets BETTER (worse). Because your military thing is better than everyone else's, two things happen. First, your allies see the cool toy and say WANT. And the most trusted allies get them. I'll go into that later. Second, your enemies want to say they can fight it. You build a 5th generation fighter aircraft, China and Russia each say they're building a 6th generation fighter (these terms don't exactly mean anything, but they sound cool). They say they're building something with Much Better specs. So much better.

Now, the allies. They want the cool toys too. They want to be able to compete in the world of your cool toys, in case they get attacked. But they can't actually afford to devote that kind of resources to their military. So what happens is, the US government negotiates a military aid package. Your company builds an export version of the fighter (or something similar) because the US wants to retain some edge, just in case it wants to invade Europe someday. The export craft get sent to your allies, with most of the money being paid for by the US government; that money is listed as "foreign aid" but never actually leaves US hands. And now your allies have better fighters than they could afford and you're even richer. The USA has allies with good weapons it can call on for help. But... remember, proprietary parts? Which are only available from you, the USA company? Which are as expensive as you want them to be? Oh yeah, this bleeding edge stuff takes a LOT of work to keep it flying. Not only could these allied countries not afford to buy the birds, they can't afford to keep them in the air without a lot more "foreign aid" which is actually the US government paying a US company to send parts to an airfield in another country. And this also means that if the US wants to cripple a country's warfighting ability, all it has to do is say "Y'know what? We don't think we'll send you any more spare parts." That's what happened to Iran in the 80s, when it suddenly went from having a MASSIVE advantage over Iraq, to fighting a stalemate war with human wave infantry tactics that resulted in one million casualties. Because Iran was reliant on American F-14 Tomcats that while exemplary fighters for their era were horrific to keep running even by US military standards. (Oh and there's the Iran-Contra scandal where the CIA smuggled cocaine to sell to black people in order to fund illegal weapons shipments, but that's a separate horrible thing).

Anyway. Now US allies have the coolest toys but need permission from the US to use them. Let's look at US enemies and competitors. Which this model needs. Recall, China and Russia (and Iran and a couple other countries) countered by talking about their own superfighters. Realistically, they can't actually design and build anything better. The USSR was once able to do so, but they really haven't been able to surpass US R&D since the 80s. This, however, doesn't really matter. The point is they're making a lot of noise about coming up with something better. And that makes the same paranoid people who wanted your fighter initially nervous. Now they want a 7th generation fighter to surpass China's vaporware 6th gen.

This is, for Lockheed, absolutely awesome. Because it means even as they're still cranking out the 5th gen fighters they can devote their R&D to coming up with an even cooler, more expensive toy. Even if the last toy never actually got used! There's a continuous cycle of making cooler toys, some irrelevant portion of which are vaporware, none of which is really war-tested, but that doesn't matter because you get your money. Entire generations of military hardware are built only to get polished and maintained, then either sold to allies or scrapped, because you have to keep up with whatever the other guys say they can do.

Now, the key part about this cycle is paranoia. The USA has to believe they need the absolute bestest military toys and damn the expenses. US allies have to believe they, too, need those toys. And US allies have to believe they must one-up the US abilities. This maintains a constant cycle of R&D for the next thing while building the new hotness, and still getting a solid amount of money from making parts for last year's model. And, joy of joys, it doesn't matter whether any of it gets used, because it all needs to be replaced periodically anyway.

Note, too, that the way defense contractors in the USA are structured, past a certain point it doesn't actually matter which company is given the contract to build a system. If Boeing and Lockheed both compete to build the next-generation fighter craft, they can rest easy knowing that whoever wins will contract with the loser to make important parts. It's an entire ecosystem in which engineers and managers move around based on how the wind is blowing; the specific company doesn't really matter.

Now, the one part I can't speak to from personal experience is just how they keep us on the edge of the apocalypse. I know they considered the end of the Cold War and the collapse of the USSR as a great tragedy, so it's fair to say they don't exercise quite that level of control. But there's a whole lot of "lobbying" and "advertising" going on, and there are many members of Congress who are very well paid to be quite paranoid.

Ending the world isn't profitable. But it's quite, quite profitable to get as close to doing so as possible.

[nancypullen]

Soggy Solstice

Good thing I didn’t pan to celebrate the summer solstice by dancing nekkid in a meadow or anything because it rained all day.  I’m not complaining about that one bit because we really needed the rain.  It was a lovely, steady, restful rain - more than a drizzle less than a deluge.  I know the gardens were slurping up the water. It almost seems like the very best way to welcome summer, by helping green things flourish. I like it. Because it was a rainy day, I spent most of my time inside.  I did do a little porch sittin’ with a good book for a while, but most of my time was in the house.  B-O-R-I-N-G. All of that time on my hands and I didn’t get a whole lot done. I puttered. I did make a pot of vegetable soup, did one load of laundry, tidied a bit...and then wasted the day. Oh wait! It wasn’t all wasted - I did a physical therapy session!  My insurance offers telehealth PT so I thought I’d take advantage of it for my issues.  I signed up, filled out a long form with my ailments, then had a phone call with a physical therapist who set up my program, and they shipped me a kit.  Inside the kit was a tablet, some motion sensors that I strap on my chest and my hips, and chargers for all of it.  Today was my first session and it was great, I could feel the difference, but....I can’t keep the damn cat from batting at the screen and moving me on to the next exercise.  Phoebe was fascinated with the lady on the screen and no matter where I moved it the floor the counter, whatever, she was right there.

This...  

looked like this most of the time.

I guess I’ll have to do it in a bedroom with the door locked.  Still, it felt great and if it works I’ll be very happy.  Even better, my insurance considers this preventative for chronic pain management so it’s FREE.  Yippee! Just wait, I’ll be as good as new in no time. Look for me on the streets.

When I tidied up today I wondered if anyone else keeps a basket of reading glasses by their bed.

I don’t wear prescription glasses, but my old lady eyes do get tired by the end of the day.  I read in bed so I have a wardrobe of cheap eyeglasses nearby. The last time I had my peepers checked the doctor sort of rolled his eyes at that, but didn’t scold me.  I’m terrified of needing glasses. They’re expensive and I know I’d sit on them, drop them, or lose them.  I mean, I guess the idea is to keep them on your face so none of that happens, but I’m not taking any chances. I’ll keep buying cute specs at Target and Amazon until I can’t anymore.

I’ll tell you what I did see - some cute crafts at Artisans on the Choptank last week. I was on sort of a scouting mission to see if anyone was selling wares similar to what I make.  Nope.  The next event is in mid-September so I might give it a whirl.  It’s a really cool chance for local makers to show and sell their stuff.  It’s down by the water at Wharves of the Choptank Visitor Center and there’s usually live music and a couple food trucks.  I really liked what I saw there -  a nice variety and all of it really interesting and well-made.  I met a super fun lady who had a booth and we chatted a lot.  I wanted to take her home with me, but she probably just wanted to make a sale.  She did.  I bought a keychain made of wood beads and a tassel. The disk it what sold it for me.

Yeah, I’m too old for an Eminem joke but it still makes me giggle. I think the fact that I have a loyalty tag for my local grocery and my library card on that keychain makes me a total gangsta.

They see me rollin’. They hatin’.

My jokes aren’t even current. How old is that song?  Fifteen, twenty? Yikes. It’s time for me to go upstairs and take a bath.  I’ll grab a pair of my basket glasses and read a good book.  I picked up two at the library yesterday, so I have high hopes.

Take care of yourselves, sweethearts. Do something that’s good for your soul every day, even if it’s just for ten minutes. Those minutes add up. I read poetry. Sometimes I come across a poem that hits right in the heart and I think about it all day. For you it might be turning your face to the sunshine, taking a dance break, or making a quick sketch of something.  Okay, sure, it could also be exercise,  a quick ten minutes walk used to revive me mid-afternoon at work.  Sometimes just a lap around the building is enough to recharge.  You get the idea - take care of yourself, body and spirit.   Off to a bubble bath I’ll see you soon. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[sonicphobia0601]

Why are tangerine 🍊 lovers unwelcome here?

Because when I say Tangerine, I'm actually referring to an ugly orange faced dipshit who treats those who don't fit his norm like shit (women, disabled people, LGBTQ+, etc. Basically, if it isn't a straight white man, he thinks he can treat you like shit). Basic human rights are nonnegotiable for terms of friendship, anon. As much as cheap prices seem tempting, I always think about the consequences. Plus, I discovered the very hard way that Cheeto supporters are all the same to a degree: don't want to be friends with you unless the friendship benefits them. Such as being able to drop slurs with zero consequences.

A good example of this is my ex. He thinks he is my friend, but clearly voted for Tangerine (someone who would basically hate my guts because I'm panromantic asexual and nonbinary). Said ex is homeless because he didn't do the smart thing and not act on his own impulse/save up money/stayed put until he was mature enough to go out in the world. And said ex is proven to not be an ally at all, since he deadnamed a trans person who is also a Trump supporter... which is ironic because that lass is going to be in for a rude awakening. They claim to be my friend, but something tells me that I would be called the f slur if I ask a girl out. I told my ex and that friend multiple times that I don't feel comfortable using any of that kind of language and they don't listen. They basically voted against their own interests and mine too from both a social and economic standpoint.

I have taken a current events class in high school and know when shit is going to get expensive. i plan on taking an economics class BECAUSE I knew exactly what was going to happen. Both claim that college is a waste of time... and yet I'm in college learning about business. Ironic, ain't it? They're only friends with me because I have figured out how to be liked and they probably want me so that they can claim that they're my friend to get into places for free if I ever make it big on the Internet (unlikely but life has a funny way of messing with me).

There's that, and there's the fact that a good number of those kind of supporters are surprisingly selfish and only want to serve their own interests. So if one befriends me, they only want me to make themselves look good. It's basically like saying the r slur and then saying, "But it's fine that I use it because my friend Sonicphobia is autistic." It's not fine because I am not fine with using it due to bad experiences from people who used that as a means to hurt and harass me.

I'm waiting for them to realize their fuck up before ending shit. And I'm not going to be nice about it either. Mostly because they both proved that they value themselves over the people around them. They don't give a crap who they hurt as long as their cult leader tears apart everything from a social, economic, and environmental standpoint. I firmly believe in protecting the environment and LGBTQ+ rights. They firmly believe in cheap prices. I am seeing a repeat of Herbert Hoover in the future.

[cheollirecs]

i needed a day to cool off and collect my thoughts after the FEMALE RAGE I felt reading this last night. but anyway, let's get into it *cracks knuckles*

Sweet — The spark in his eyes, his flawless skin, perfectly plump lips— holy fucking shit. Seonghwa is fucking breathtaking.

no fr like reader is crazy bc if that were me, the second I saw him at san's place.....I would've gone for a round two, but with a different player iykwim wink wonk

Seonghwa has the perfect opportunity to grab you by your hips to not lose you, but frustatingly enough, he doesn’t. His hands leave your shoulders and Seonghwa just tries to manoeuvre to you.

TOUCH HER???? BOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING

You stop, turn around and Seonghwa’s hands stay in place in his pants, as you talk to him.

I know damn well this bitch wants to fuck her raw and dirty so this is SKETCHY

“Fuck off, she's taken.”

YEAH TELL HIM CUNT!!!!

“Stop tip-toeing around it! Are you going to fuck me or not? ‘Cause there’s more of those guys everywhere here,” your alcohol spits again and Seonghwa pants.

she's so hot for that omg seonghwa back off I'll treat her better than you ever could

“I know you guys aren’t in a relationship. Or, you know, at least he isn’t committed.”

....now why would he say that so casually. bitch.

Seonghwa is the one rolling his eyes now, sighing, “You can be such an annoying brat, Y/N. How does San keep up with you?”

san is also an annoying brat who's too good at fucking and way too nice to a hookup, so nice he makes her catch feelings- and... and!!!!!

“He tried to get back with his ex.”

I'm gonna commit a felony

“I’m saying it all like it happened, Y/N. San tried to win her back by inviting her to an expensive dinner, but then she flunked out right in the end, when he invited her back home. And, when he came home alone with a boner, San contacted you.”

RAGE. R A G E. I NEED TO STRANGLE THAT BITCH

“she isn’t, but— wait, how do you know about the girl from his volleyball team?”

I'm gonna punch a wall white man style

“Noise-cancelling can only do so much, and your sound is addicting,”

kitty may have clenched a little 🤏

You’re chasing the feeling of his comfort and you know it. You’re chasing after the man that won’t leave you alone. Or no, you are alone— so fucking lonely because of him even— but you don’t want to be alone, you don’t want him to leave you alone.

this is so,, raw. like. chasing someone you know isn't good for you, someone who leaves you drained and feeling like shit, only because of that sliver of comfort they provide you with. it's terribly heartbreaking to be aware of that, and yet continue to do it regardless.

making you feel like he thinks you’re valuable, but you both know that this dance you’re holding right now barely cost you anything but 10 dollars in cash.

DAMN- JDHSJFJE THE CIRCLE BACK TO THE TEN DOLLARS IS SO YUM

San chooses an ex over you? Then you’ll choose his dumb fucking roommate over him. Two can play this game, and even if he’s had the lead, you’re going to make your play. Is it going to hurt him? You don’t know. Maybe it won’t. But at least it will be over, right? At least this fucking thing will be over.

he better be hurt finding out the girl he's been leading on got a pussy full of his roommate's cum <3 or else I might hurt him in other ways <3 (not a threat, fbi man pls don't put me on a list)

The way Seonghwa works across your slick tongue is animalistic and wild, and you feel like you’re being pursued with no escape. To catch your breaths a little bit, Seonghwa lets go off your chin and thigh, turning you around so he can have better access to your mouth. Not letting the enlivening music go to waste, he presses his lips on yours the second you inhaled for the second time.

you are SO right omg I'd bet my life's savings (=$7.95 and three mints) on seonghwa being a crazy good kisser. like, you'd be thinking about that kiss for years.... sighs.

You try to get a good feel of Seonghwa’s cock and its girth with your hand. “You’re big,” you murmur, catching air again, “smaller than San though.”

mouth is salivating,,, idk who I want to eat more. they're so. HFJSBFJDHF feeling him up like that on the dance floor, nd he's fully hard and whtkw and difhwipwogkef AND

"San is probably fucking his fucking ex-girlfriend right now, do you think you're any better than him, huh, slut? You are the one who's so fucking desperate to get him to love you, and you're still here with me, and you're kissing me, so we're both in the wrong, you fucking whore."

BITCH- HOW MANY PEOPLE AM I MEANT TO BEAT UP NOW HUH WHAT A FUCKEIFNEHFKEHDKWURKWBFKWHFOEJ IM MAD- VIOLENTLY ANGRY RN

He scoffs and smiles so condescendingly sweet again, but out of his mouth comes nothing worthwhile. "I'm going to fuck your voice out of your fucking throat, you're never going to moan ‘San’ ever fucking again," he growls and you drench yourself in his vulgarity, kissing him repeatedly.

that's SO HOT holy FUCK

Seonghwa's greatest sin isn't lust, it's envy. It could be any girl coming and leaving their dorm, moaning San’s name through the thin walls, never to be seen again and he wouldn't bat a second eye, but you— Y/N? San letting a woman like you go without further notice sickens him, like a crime, like a mistake.

giggling and rolling around in bed bc he doesn't feel this way about every girl san brings home hehehehehe just me~ hehehehehehehe

"Be mine tonight, Y/N," Seonghwa answers and his eyebrows are pushed in to his forehead. He looks sultry, at least the parts you can see. Sultry, passionate, ready to fuck you, no, desperate to fuck you, in fact, you can feel the pre-cum soak his pants, when you cup his girth.

nearly came reading that holy fuck

"He doesn't deserve you, Y/N."

he ate with that. damn right my guy

"I do," Seonghwa answers, though a lot weaker and less confident than he used to be before. You sigh. He may think he deserves you, but you don't deserve him. His gaze is too sweet, you've got to put those sunglasses back on, if you don't want to develop something.

:( :( :( gonna blame everything on san now. global warming, dinosaurs going extinct, my great aunt passing away. FUCK YOU

"Fuck, Y/N," Seonghwa gulps and cups your breast from behind, massaging it, while he presses his hot lips on your back. "Can I eat you out? Please,” he sighs and you take his finger in, lubing it up with your saliva.

I LOVE a desperate man, specifically a man desperate to serve. JDVDJSHDJD HE'S SO GRRRRR

"Make me cum or I'm gonna fucking leave, you fucking asshole," you growl and grip a big chunk of his hair to get your message across. The man below you moans and resumes his job, clearly attracted by your lust-driven dominance. 'I like it when you're bossy', you re-call, and before you can finish the quote in your head, Seonghwa has plunged his tongue into your cunt.

a desperate, whiny man who loves being bossed around.......reader wife him uppp!!!! before I do smh

Choi San: i saw her

Choi San: wtf she looked so different

"Don't cry, pretty girl," he murmurs, and it feels like the music is being subdued around you. You've fallen from grace. “You could have anything in the world..”

THIS DIALOGUE RUINED ME

"No, speak for god-damn yourself, because, shit, Y/N, I can't watch it anymore, okay? Every day and night— You come over and let yourself be played by San, that fucking asshole, and I just think—"

yo just say you're obsessed with me and go 🙄 (men that can point out their friends' wrongdoings>>>>)

"I'm not thinking I could treat you better," Seonghwa huffs and gets the hair away from your face, grabbing your hair to clear up your view, "I'm thinking what a fucking cockslut you are, Y/N."

um. NEVERMIND???

You don't remember the orgasm, you don't remember Seonghwa's loud grunt into your ear, you don't remember how much hot cum he ejaculated into you, how panicked the black-haired was, when he asked you whether you took the pill, how quickly he became sober and put his clothes back on,

*eye twitch* he came inside her..... *twitch* made sure she wouldn't get pregnant.... *TWITCH* and LEFT?????

I'm done with men. DONE. I can't even- after all he said??? nah. I'm MAD mad. saying all that shit about san then fucking off and leaving her alone in that bathroom is beyond douchey of him. like, is he any different?

"Come fetch me, please."

And people-pleasers should do anything to keep their people happy.

no it's genuinely so sad that even though san continuously causes her so much hurt, he still remains a good friend to her. someone she knows she can depend on, someone who—in the moment—makes her happy. I believe that's why we keep going back to these people. we disregard the hurt and worthlessness we know we'll feel when they're gone, because the emotions elicited in their presence outweigh those that come after.

this connection is very well portrayed through your writing and GRRR even though it makes me so angry to see her going back to him, I know I've done the same before, and probably will in the future. it's just human nature, I think, to seek that quick surge of serotonin. even if it comes at the expense of our long-term wellbeing.

Especially if they're Choi San and avoidant of conflict.

I wondered how he would act when forced to face said conflict,,

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another amazing update my choy <3<3 I'm looking forward for the next one!! (I'm also curious about whether I came close to guessing the thing you told me about? :o if not, then I hope I'm the first to do so in the future~ gotta win this race at least ><)

2/2

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 [𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬] | choi san x fem!reader

PART THREE of : have your way with words, be my people pleaser 

“Be mine tonight, Y/N.”

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜: The hour is twisted. You’re not at a club, you’re not sober, but most importantly, you’re not with him. Will Seonghwa do? No, of course not.

But he leaves you no other chance.

“You’re so pathetic, it might actually be worth a try.”

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: angst, smut

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: 2nd half of PART THREE

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 13.3k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝚜): drug-use, drug abuse, alcohol, mdma (ecstasy, molly), vulgar language, just a lot of vulgarities and profanity, hate-fuck?, aggressive, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex, sex with feelings but no love, sex with no respect, cumming inside; reader cant stop thinking about san, writer is a bit stoic, seonghwa is a hot bitch, hwa and writer are liars lmao

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: the border looks that ugly on purpose btw not that you think otherwise LMAO

on ao3, this chapter is called “insanity” and i can’t promise it will be the only seonghwa-centred part throughout the series, but do please enjoy for the filth and angst of it all hehe!! <33 if you're asking “does san even make an appearance here?” i won’t tell you :P i know it's intimidating since there's just about like 10k build-up (because i'm a bitch LMAO) so if u wanna skip just find the second border i guessssssss

also, i really recommend listening to KLOUD's ESCAPE HALLOWEEN set (it's a soundcloud link) or any other hard tekno for the whole immersive experience lmao !!! <33

and also, thank you all very much for 100 followers and over 1000 notes ! ! ! wtf it's all happening so fast i can't catch up with yall....

𝚝𝚊𝚐-𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @brown88 : @svintsandghosts: @hanniebeesworld : @downbadreading : @shingsoluvely (kissing all of yall <33)

Didn’t Seonghwa say “club” or are you being some conservative narc flaking out?

You’re standing in front of a white, slightly burnt industrial building that is barely holding on by itself, and taking into account how many people are smoking around here, the likeliness that it will catch on fire again is not too low. You can’t believe that you’re going to meet Seonghwa inside here, let alone San, let alone anyone with a healthy sense for flight or fight, but here you are, walking up to the line with confident steps.

Yes, it has made you very anxious that even the taxi-driver had no idea where he was heading. He promised to drive you back home if anything happened, so the taxi-hotline is on speed-dial— just in case— and you just thought, holy fuck, hopefully Seonghwa won't leave me alone here.

But once you’d seen the seemingly endless line of people, you knew you have arrived at the right place. Or at least something like the right place. It all seems off, this building in the middle of nowhere outside the city, but you told the driver the vague address and he found you this hidden ware- and clubhouse, both of you hesitating to confirm that this was the correct location.

Nothing here seems legal, smells legal, looks legal— oh well.

The only thing you can say with certainty is is that you are looking and smelling the best you have ever looked and smelled this entire semester, and even if you have no fucking clue who these people that are whistling at you are, you know you’ve done everything right tonight when they wave at you to join them. You just skipped a whole chunk of the line here, but nobody seems to mind it. What a democratic party, maybe it’s not all that foul play and people do appreciate good things, eh?

It’s not an exaggeration or empty self-boast: You, in your skin-tight, revealing black body-con dress, skin glowing under the harsh night-light, are absolutely ravishing. There are looks on you— uncountably many of them, and usually, you’d fold under their heavy gaze, but having taken a few shots of the cheap rum back at home, you reciprocate their curious eyes with a sleek, cheeky smile, down-right inviting them to bathe in your appearance.

While the group of people take in the presence of you, blurting out their first thoughts immediately upon thinking, your confidence only grows bigger. Thank god drunk people say the truth, because “damn, she’s hot” is the ego-boost you needed to face whatever awaits you in that cubic building.

“ARE YOU FUCKING READY?”, booms out of it and it seems like a voice sample that’s been altered that hellishly deep. The crowd outside cheers. They're not even a part of the shenanigans yet, but still, they’re screaming and already moving their body in anticipation, throwing funny looking candy (you’re very sure that’s molly) inside their mouths. They’re ready, but Y/N, are you? It is an honest question to ask yourself, and as you inhale the smell of people smoking the devil’s lettuce around you, you draw out how the night might progress for them.

You don’t know about San’s whereabouts, only that Seonghwa and him are going separately, which is a big plus if you want to fuck him today.

Uh-huh. Fuck Seonghwa. You’ve made it up in your mind because he just wouldn’t stop hinting at it in the car this morning. He is going to buy you drinks, going to show you his dancing, but most importantly, going to “make you enjoy yourself”, which of course, could just be wishful thinking from you iterating the conversation, but Seonghwa wouldn’t have bought the tickets for you for free if he wasn’t expecting some type of reward, would he?

At the minimum, the hinting painfully reminded you of the way you talked to San the very first days you first insinuated that he could stay over at your house and — oh, golly! — sleep there. Coming to think of it, your talk actually never worked, and it still ended up being San who made the first sexual move. You’re going to save Seonghwa from this embarrassment, and if not, you’re going to save yourself from your own embarrassment for if you do see San and his volleyball-“date” or whatever here.

Anyhow, at the maximum, you have a brain and are fully aware of the fact that people don’t “meet” at the club to just have a chat, whether it's him or San. People “meet” at the club to get crazy and fuck, and that’s exactly what you’re doing with Seonghwa — End of story. San is not going to write this chapter today. He won’t even end up in the epilogue, that’s how much you’re going to focus on Seonghwa. Go down. Get him on. Get on with him.

You bop your head a little bit to the deep bass that’s vibrating through the walls of the warehouse and the line is taking a painfully long time to move forward. You watch the people in your group chug down their self-mixed abominations and how they're throwing the remaining glass on the floor, whiffing their stimulants through their joints or gulping it down by tablets. Letting out a huff to exhale the sharp smell of weed, you try to become as detached as the ones around you, at the very least assimilate to their mood. You’re going to be with these people tonight, and just by putting one and one together, you get the feeling that it will be a long, ruthless evening. You can hear intoxicated screams leave the front door, the deep voice continuing to hype up their cheers.

It's all a hivemind of pure madness and … well, you're here for it, it seems like, no? Seonghwa is not going to be an exception, and you brace yourself to be meeting your date here.

Show you his dancing, he said…

You don’t know whether the DJ playing some extraordinary remixes or whatever to be deserving this much of screaming feedback, but it’s definitely music to get your mind lost to, you'll give this guy Mingi that; Splurging, ear-numbing beats and basses, inviting you to rock your body. You don’t hate the music, not at all. It just makes you question how Seonghwa was imagining to impress you. Here you are imagining body-rolls or whatnot, but this hard style techno isn't really the tune for that, is it? Okay, let's just say it's not music you'd turn on to get yourself into the mood on a Saturday night, that's what's there to it.

It’s ironical, really. Usually around this time you’d be fumbling around your phone on your couch to ask San if he’s free or not, and sometimes he is, but most of the time he’s not. Those days where he just comes over on your mark have been over long time. Now, he’ll either show up at your house unprecedented or ask you to show up at his house in an ungodly hour.

Huh, isn’t that one funny butterfly effect. You woke up early because of San's mistress and here you are, lining up to become Seonghwa's. Is this right? "I heard you were going to be at Mingi’s party. Meet me there." Even now, you’re trying to convince yourself that this contact name “volleyball” could be anyone, maybe even just a friend that is trying to link up at this not-so party-looking party. Hm, you think, would a friend text him so intimidatingly? San hates periods to end messages, it scares him. So no, not a friend. At least not a friend that knows him as much as you do. Someone he had a fight with, maybe? No, Choi San doesn’t have fights, he’s too avoidant of conflict for that. It has got to be someone that has once been close to him and a bit too close to your liking.

No, no, fuck no, let’s stop this, you murmur to yourself and wriggle down your dress so it covers your ass at least.

Fucking Seonghwa. That’s your one and only mission tonight, of course followed by having fun and getting all hell loose.

It will just be one night and it will either make you 1) want to stay with San, or 2) finally move on and agree that San is just a … friend with too many benefits. You have to convince yourself you’re not in love with San. You can’t be in love with San. Disregarding of how curious you are in meeting him here.

“Ticket,” the control-man orders around the people in front of you and you get out your phone out of your tiny bag for the ticket, when you see that Seonghwa has already messaged you.

Seonghwa (San’s roomie): I’ll be waiting at the bar for you by the way Seonghwa (San’s roomie): You have to walk up the stairs on the left when you enter Seonghwa (San's roomie): Excited to see you ;)

You have been guessing already that something was going to break tonight, but it might as well be those stairs Seonghwa is talking about. From the amount of people that are still waiting behind you, you hope that they’re not all trying to go the bar.

“Ticket, please,” the control-man repeats, but strangely enough, his tone is a bit friendlier to you for some reason. “Here you go,” you duplicate his kindliness and he nods, dropping his smile as soon as he moves on to the next guess. Strange.

You eye the buff guy, but the impatient crowd pushes you into the square door. In you go.

“GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!”

Harsh red lights, laser and smoke hit your senses. (Though you can only be so sure that the last part is really planned for the show-experience.)

Maybe you underestimated the capabilities of a warehouse. It’s still not what you thought of when you heard "club", but it surely still gets your club-mind going. Ignoring the grimy looking walls that seem to crumble with every beat that’s drumming inside your ears, the pungent smell of cheap-ass perfume, artificial sweeteners and alcoholic beverages strike into your nose, blurring your sight for a short moment. There are no windows in this hell-hole, but that’s the concern for another hour.

This is only the beginning. So, let’s focus.

Left, stairs, go up, there’s the bar Seonghwa was messaging you about. It surprises you that you’re not being swarmed by more people trying to get drinks, but it makes sense, since so many of them have already drunk outside or taken other substances to get themselves prepared for the night. That’s the first thing.

Second thing; suprisingly, the stairs are actually kind of durable. You can physically feel the bass run through your veins as you grab the handrail, but maybe that’s just because of the cold metal. Nothing to worry about here, you exhale and make your way up.

Lastly, and most importantly, look at you, you’re smiling. That’s the biggest, best thing. The euphoria these people are screaming out is down-right infectious, isn’t it? Their daft, hypnotic cries are calling out to you on the dance floor, but you’re going to be there sooner or later, with the man that brought you here in the first place.

“Hey, Seonghwa.”

“Hey, Y/N, you—“

He was sitting on a barstool, admiring the flashing lights all throughout the warehouse through his sunglasses, when you put your hand on his barely clothed shoulder and make him turn around.

“Holy shit, Y/N.”

You grin. Of course Seonghwa wouldn’t disappoint with his reaction. He rips the sunglasses from his face immediately, gets up from his seat and embraces you with one arm, not daring to let one eye sway away from you, his tongue pushed to the surface of his mouth, as he suppresses his gleeful grin. He looks star-struck, the supernatural-looking lights surrounding him are only emphasising this sight. Otherworldly.

“Where have you been hiding that?”, he asks, commenting on your body as respectfully as he can. You know he can’t handle a lot of alcohol, so his marvel must be double the truth, right? Seonghwa isn’t a liar.

“I’ve not been hiding anything,” you scoff and Seonghwa laughs nervously.

“Y/N, you look… absolutely fantastic.”

“You don’t look to shabby yourself, Seonghwa,” you smile and muster the charcoal-haired man from bottom to top. It’s very out-of the ordinary, but honestly, you should have expected something like this after he invited you here. It goes without saying, you could have served him the same reaction to his outfit. The man who was wearing sportswear? He’s now wearing a black, nylon, baggy pant, with a distressed knitted top that barely serves as an excuse for clothing as it is not covering any of his body parts correctly— and even if you’d already gushed about his athletic figure this morning, you have not expected to be seeing Seonghwa’s abs and breast this exposed this early tonight. There is jewellery all around his outfit, just dangling from the fabric, but also his ear and hands, spiky and shiny, almost hazardous looking.

Damn, either you haven’t seen Seonghwa enough or this dude has been hiding more from you than you could account for. He looks as fashionable as much as he looks demonic, ready to sin with you, and that is the most meaningful compliment of the night.

“Thank you, I knew you’d like it.”

“Really? Me?”, you laugh, getting your hair out of your face, tugging it behind your ear.

“You have a strange taste,” Seonghwa smirks and while you puzzle together what he means, he signs something to the bartender with his ringed fingers.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m ordering us shots. Keeping my first promise.”

“With sign-language?”

Seonghwa smirks and sits down again, you following him to the same.

"I'm a friend of Mingi's, they know me around, that's all."

"Y'all are weird."

“That’s just our ways here.”

“Your ways? You sound like some pretentious club-kid,” you nag.

“What if I am, huh? Are you gonna leave, if I was?”, Seonghwa teases and is served a tray of four shots, coloured a dangerously unnatural purple colour. He slides a 10-dollar bill onto the counter and the bar-keeper takes it with no words spoken out loud, which gives Seonghwa the time to devote all his attention to you. It’s flattering how astounded he is by you, as if he hasn’t seen you pretty ever in his life. But then again, you can only do so much styling and make-up when San calls you at 10 PM, asking you to “hurry”.

“We’ll see how the night progresses,” you smirk, and grab the first shot. Seonghwa also takes one and slightly raises the small cup.

“I won’t disappoint you.”

Sweet — the taste of the shot.

All types of fruits and harsh, cheap liquour plunge into your mouth and melt on your tongue. It’s going to make your head hurt the next day, one hundred percent, but maybe it will be Seonghwa to get you some pills to soothe the ache.

… If he wasn’t San’s god-damned roommate.

Or he could stay at your home. It’s been a while since another man than him has slept in your bed, and maybe it’s long overdue.

“Let’s hurry up, I wanna dance with you,” you gulp down the sugary liquid and Seonghwa chuckles.

“We’ve got enough time, Y/N. Let’s savour this one together.”

Sweet — The spark in his eyes, his flawless skin, perfectly plump lips— holy fucking shit. Seonghwa is fucking breathtaking.

“Y/N?”, Seonghwa asks and you see that he’s already moved on to the second shot, waiting for you to move on.

“I didn’t know you had that kind of sexy stare in you,” your alcohol blurts out for you and in the meanwhile, you grab the next shot glass.

“Sexy stare?”, Seonghwa asks and grins.

“Screw you! You know what I’m talking about,” you hiss and show him your tongue to offend him, but Seonghwa just tilts his head, raising the glass to your face.

“Loveshot?”, he asks and for a moment, you don’t know whether he’s joking or not. Maybe you’re just feeling weird because a male has said the word “love” in your proximity. (The only man in your life who's a candidate in hearing that word avoids it like a disease.)

“Only if you mean it,” you purr seductively, lick your lips, and praise to fucking god he’s taking the hint. Seonghwa leans in and crosses your arms around, the cold rim of his drink suddenly resting at your lip.

“That’s not how loveshots work,” you notify, but you still mirror him and place your glass under his lips.

“Do you care?”

“No.”

Seonghwa chuckles and with one movement of his hand, the second shot is flowing down your oesophagus. It’s cold, starkly contrasting the humid conditions in the warehouse, but it’s just enough to get your senses rolling again.

You don’t even care that you made Seonghwa miss half the drink, his alcohol tolerance will give him just the right kick from the first shot. Also he doesn’t protest at all, when you hop from your seat to finally get the evening going.

“Let’s go now!”, you order him around and he gladly obeys. “Lead the way,” he says, putting his hands on your shoulder, which he hopefully won't be able to keep there for long, as you both strut down the stairs and into the crowd.

The massive crowd is crazy, and it’s ever-growing.

“What is this place?”, you ask Seonghwa, as he’s being pushed against your back by the people on the way to the dancefloor and Seonghwa has the perfect opportunity to grab you by your hips to not lose you, but frustatingly enough, he doesn’t. His hands leave your shoulders and Seonghwa just tries to manoeuvre to you.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell you,” Seonghwa answers honestly and you look for a free place to roam and dance. People are trying to get as close to the DJ as possible, but once those are gone, there’s actually some space you can use— you just have to get there.

“You come here often?”, you ask, leaning backwards for your voice to hit his skin. You'll be hoarse by the end of the night.

“I’ve only went twice. San went to every single set of Mingi, though!”

“Really? San goes here frequently?”

“Yeah! Does that shock you?”

“Of course it does.” You stop, turn around and Seonghwa’s hands stay in place in his pants, as you talk to him. “This, all of this, doesn’t seem like San at all.”

“Hmm, I know what you’re getting at. But that’s just our boy, eh?”

You stare into his eyes and search for some type of playfulness, but Seonghwa means his words. This is where San roams— is roaming right now, maybe— and it, all of it, just fucking confuses you. This is not the "party" you would have expected to see that man in, and if that wasn't bad enough, he's apparently a regular. You hope you’re not pushing some kind of innocent image onto him, but despite the alcohol that's heating up your cheeks and making you dumber every talking second, you’re seriously puzzled. That he’s never invited you is questionable already, but is “that San for you”? You don't know.

Wiggling your hips, you try to retrace history to the very moment you had met shy little San at the seminar, up until now, where he’s grown three times his size and you feel like he's some type of fucking mystery that is impossible for you to solve. Nerd? Hopeless romantic? Hard to get? Playboy? San may act like he’s open-minded, but he’s the most secretive guy you’ve seen. Not like Seonghwa, who, mind you, is still looking at you with the most intense fuck-me eyes, that it’s actually eating you up.

“Let’s stop talking about San.”

“Why?”, Seonghwa asks, obliviously, eyes turning back to normal.

“Because it’s us here! You and I, Seonghwa and Y/N. If they drank a loveshot together, they should act like it, don't ya think, huh?” you grunt, already slurring your words. You start to move your body according to the heavy beat, tits jerking out to the front, arms waving like they have a life on their own. Seonghwa smiles and accordingly begins to step his feet where yours aren’t; your bodies are annoyingly close, but still not touching at all.

“How do you mean that, Y/N?”, he asks and you slap his revealed shoulder with the back of your hand to stop his teasing. “I thought you wanted to show me your dancing, Seonghwa!”, you whine and he laughs at your comment.

But Seonghwa doesn’t say anything after that, which gets on your nerves even more and in response, you turn your body slightly away while swaying your hips from side to side.

“You know what you said,” you hiss and he probably can’t hear you because the DJ is transitioning to a track with even more bass penetrating your ears.

You scurry your body to the beat and catch the gaze of someone in the crowd, who’s noticed you for the same reasons Seonghwa can’t keep his eyes away from you. The stranger is drilling his gaze up and down your chiselled body, licking his lips. Feeling playful, you make a suggestive expression towards him in return of the attention, winking at him. The male immediately makes his way to you.

"You do molly?”, he asks into your ear and you see that he’s got two skittles with cartoonish hearts and smileys drawn on them. That’s Adam. You never did him before, but you surely have heard of him, your friends have had him, your friends have loved him, your friends had painful break-ups with him. Merciless adam, MDMA.

You look back at Seonghwa who’s still dancing next to you, acting like he's not watching this whole situation go down, putting on his sunglasses again, and pushing it up his nose bridge. It sucks. His skin under the top is teasing you to look at it, and it feels so unusual to be longing for him, like you can't comprehend he's not... the other one.

So, though you do hesitate for a short second, you take two of the heart-painted ones and smile at the stranger, who sounds rotten from inside out, voice raspy and hoarse.

“Are you alone?”, he asks into your ear and while you think of answer, you muster Seonghwa, whose eyes you cannot track anymore, since the black cubic shades are hiding his prettiest possession. Is he still looking at you? Watching the sky? Who knows. Only he knows.

“Maybe?”, you answer and rotate your head to the stranger’s direction. You don’t care for this man, not at all, but what you do care for is Seonghwa’s reaction. Bouncing your ass up and down against the stranger's baggy jeans like the grand girl you are, he gets his hand at your waist and tries to pull you over his place, but, there he is, Seonghwa to come save the night.

“Fuck off, she's taken.”

He pushes the male away with his elbow and the grip immediately loosens up. “Hey, hey, dude, don’t hit me. Sorry, dude.” Seonghwa is visibly taller than him, and apparently that’s enough for the poor guy to get intimidated by his sunglassed face and disappear into the crowd with quick feet.

“YOU WANNA PLAY?”, the artificially deepened voice echoes through the warehouse and you stare into what you can make out from Seonghwa’s eyes with an earnest frown. You’ve felt unnecessarily angsty and frustrated the whole day since you saw that message on San’s phone, and this is the guy who’s going to hold responsibility for it, better with his whole fucking devotion now.

“What was that?”, you tease Seonghwa, who’s finally getting his hands out of his pockets and pulling you closer to him by your wrist. You can’t exactly read his expression since he’s covered his face still, but that actually makes it feel a lot better. There's something off about him, like Seonghwa is a stranger, like you’re not doing it for him, but rather… yourself. You're doing this because it makes you feel good, not the other way around. That's empowering.

“Whatever you want it to be, Y/N.”

“Stop tip-toeing around it! Are you going to fuck me or not? ‘Cause there’s more of those guys everywhere here,” your alcohol spits again and Seonghwa pants.

“Well, shit,” he laughs and finally glides into your waist with his arms. “That was direct.”

“I can flirt with you, but not under these fucking conditions,” you growl, intoxicated, recycling gritty air in your lungs, moving your sticky body to the beat and occasionally grinding against Seonghwa’s lower body with your legs from the front. "I can flirt and fuck you," he hums and frames his hands around your hips, connecting himself to you.

“Do you do molly, Seonghwa?”, you grin, the two pills waiting to be popped in inside your hand.

Seonghwa takes a look at the capsules, and you wait for his answer, as he appears to investigate them. Does he know what he's looking for? Apparently yes, as he pushes up his sunglasses and rubs the corners of his lips with two of his fingers, “Gimme.”

He picks it up from your flattened hand, and you would’ve loved to share it like a love-shot again, but before you could request it, Seonghwa has gulped it down. Not his first rodeo, you assume, and follow his suit.

Good thing that your throat hasn't dried out yet and the pill glides down your throat with your saliva. It's not going to take long until the jubilation of the alcohol you've consumed meets the ecstatic effect of molly, and you bite your lip with a grin. "Never thought I'd be doing drugs with you, Seonghwa," you purr and Seonghwa shrugs with a huff, “I thought you’d never even consider it.” Seonghwa exhales in the heat of it all, pulling you closer.

“What? Because of San?”

“Of course because of San,” Seonghwa cackles and puts his pointy chin in between the space of your collarbone and neck, so that his voice is hitting the spot of your hickey. “You know he’s here somewhere, right?”

“Yeah, but the probability that we’ll see him is like zero, so that’s not my concern.”

“You’d be concerned if he saw us, though?”, Seonghwa asks, loose-tongued, murmuring against your neck. He’s definitely fully gotten drunk, his body heavily weighing into yours, as he gets one arm up and around your head; his hand is tangled into your scalp without a caution of messing up your hairstyle. You finding out what the molly will do to him is only a matter of time.

“Are you asking if I’m committed to him?”

Seonghwa licks his lips, “accidentally” getting your skin with his tongue. It takes you aback a bit and you whine, your eyes dozing off for a short moment. You can still taste the remains of the shot at the back of your cheeks and it's the only thing you can sense correctly. Everything else is either fogged or slowly disappearing, or becoming even harsher like the red laser lights that you fear are going to pierce through you.

“No, I’m not asking whether you’re committed,” Seonghwa answers, leaning into your skin even more, “I know you guys aren’t in a relationship. Or, you know, at least he isn’t committed.”

“WANNA GET NASTY?”

It shouldn’t hurt, but it does. Even when you’re feeling very seduced because he is trying to get the same moaning reaction out of you by licking your sensitive spot and it’s working, you don’t want to be reminded that San doesn’t care for you as much as you do for him. Sure, that sounds harsh, but it’s the truth, isn’t it? You’re not the one living in the same space as San, Seonghwa is.

“Huh? Does he sleep with a lot of women?”, you ask him out of morbid curiosity, acting tough, as Seonghwa works deeper into your neck, getting the skin to soften for him.

“Do you really want to know?”

“Fuck you! Don’t protect me!”

“Ask him yourself,” he lisps, his sharp tongue grazing against your hickey, teasing your pettiness.

“I deserve to know.”

Seonghwa is the one rolling his eyes now, sighing, “You can be such an annoying brat, Y/N. How does San keep up with you?”

You try to yank your head back to show your discontent with his choice of words, but Seonghwa has you deep in his grip and puts you in place.

“You were the one who didn’t want to talk about San,” he lulls into your ear, stroking your hair to calm you down. Sure, that sounds reasonable, but still not an excuse to call you an “annoying brat”.

You take a wild guess about why Seonghwa isn’t just giving you the answer and argue, “I can still be curious, can’t I? San is not committed, you say? Why? Does he get more bitches than you?”

“He tried to get back with his ex.”

Bingo!

Wait, no. What the fuck?

“Huh, when?”, you ask, and irritatingly enough, Seonghwa has begun biting and licking into your neck at the one spot you can’t stop exhaling sweet noises for him. “Seonghwa, you better fuu-huucking answer.”

“Yesterday,” he murmurs against your skin and ding, ding, ding; things make a lot of sense now.

“No, you’re kidding,” you scoff, and push him away with all your strength. With a numbed mind, Seonghwa tumbles back and laughs, “Hey, it’s no big deal, he called you immediately after it didn’t work out.“

“Seonghwa, are you listening to yourself?”

“WANNA GET FUCKING CRAZY?”

“I’m saying it all like it happened, Y/N. San tried to win her back by inviting her to an expensive dinner, but then she flunked out right in the end, when he invited her back home. And, when he came home alone with a boner, San contacted you.”

“You're lying. Don't lie, Seonghwa, lying is a sin," your splur, but once his words have met your brain, it all just becomes chaos inside. It feels like marbles are rolling down inside your head and nothing is making sense, it’s all going nowhere and everywhere with this information. What are you supposed to feel like? Betrayed? There has never been a promise. Sad? You were going to fuck Seonghwa, you're not the most truthful, either.

“Come on, Y/N. You knew it the second San slammed you against that wall at 11 PM, didn’t you?” Seonghwa glides his thumb over your neck and grins, confirming the evidence of yesterday’s night. The roughful sucking of San could barely be covered up by concealer, and you probably sweated it away already.

“He— he said he was stressed.”

“Because of uni? Don’t lie to yourself, Y/N~”, the male purrs. Amidst of it all, Seonghwa is strangely still moving his body calculated to the beat, hitting each one of the drums with his shoulders, all while he hushes behind you to brainwash you with a whiskery voice. “It’s still San we’re talking about.”

You huff perplexedly and are too flabbergasted by his harsh words to not be affected by Seonghwa’s talking and let him hug you tightly again. He’s almost putting you into a headlock of consolation, or something that would have been great if it had been, indeed, consolation. (It is not. He’s almost choking you with his forearm and the way his hand is pushing into your scalp, nothing about this position is in any way soothing.)

“Tell me something, Seonghwa,” you gutter, since the thought has been recoiling rounds in your head forever and curiosity will always kill the cat. “… is she from his volleyball team?”

“No,” he answers and for some reason, this is a lot worse, “she isn’t, but— wait, how do you know about the girl from his volleyball team?”

You don’t answer. For the sake of your heart, you do not answer. You’re still moving, but you’re moving silently, staring into the humorously wild lasers that are teasing you just like he is.

Seonghwa gasps and cups your chin, his thumb meeting your lip, mushing the lower half of your face, trying to turn your face towards his direction, but you resist him. But who are you fooling. Seonghwa doesn't even need to see your expression to ask you, in an almost utterly disappointed whiny tone, "Nooo, Y/N, do you seriously check his phone?”

“I’m gonna punch you in your pretty fuck-face if you keep whining like that, Hwa.”

“Feisty and flattering, and a new nickname too! It must be my birthday,” Seonghwa chuckles and suddenly begins to nibble your earlobe, warm breath from his nose hitting the skin as he pants throughout his dancing. The alcohol is boiling inside you, being churned by the molly, and the crushing disillusionment is slowly into flaming, enraging, hateful desire. It has all gotta go somewhere, and for now, all you can do it talk with this scorching tone that is only going to turn into even more fuming, “How long has San been pining for his fucking ex?”

“For as long as I can remember," Seonghwa answers, seemingly not aware of the severity of this situation, "Middle of the second semester? Exam-season?”

“Nooo,” you scoff and can’t believe what you’re hearing. You don’t even need to calculate what time Seonghwa is talking about, it is engraved deeply into your memories. The same fucking exam season, when you were seeing San every afternoon and evening. You were right fucking there. He knew— you, on the other hand, not so much.

But you should have known.

“Well, yeah,” Seonghwa grins and is running his hands low to your stomach, almost touching your pelvis to get you worked up even more.

Should have known that you weren’t supposed to fall for San.

Angel faces hide the guts of devils’, and right now, your insides are over-cooking with the question "what the fuck were you thinking?" That he’d come around? Like no man in your life has ever come around? That San was the one? No, that San was going to believe that you were the one? 'Well, yeah', he should have, because you are the fucking one. You did so much for him, you could have done so much more for him, and it frustrates you.

“What are you grinning for, you motherfucker?”, you ask, as you peek over and see that Seonghwa has lowered his sunglasses and staring into your empty eyes, searching for a sign of life. You asked, but you don't really need the answer, the picture is drawn perfectly in front of you. Seonghwa is smirking for the same reasons he’s telling you all of this; it’s pretty clear.

“I like it when you’re bossy,” he chuckles, having become more than ‘a bit cocky’ with you, “unlike San. He hates that, right? He’s so weak-hearted, how can he—“

“You’re his friend, Seonghwa,” you insist and grit your teeth, pushing up his sunglasses again with your two fingers, poking into the middle of the lens to make it greasy.

“Friends can say things about each other!”, he giggles gullibly, and scrunches his face together.

All you can say is that Seonghwa sounds and looks moronic in those square sunglasses, senseless and boozed out of his mind, but in the short moment he licks his sharp canine teeth, you suppose that this is exactly how you need him to be.

“You listen to everything, don’t you?”, you ask him, giving into his touch, pushing your back profile so close to him, that there is no touchable space left between you two. Ass pressed against his pelvic area, you breathe heavily into his face that’s glued to your temple. “Every single night I come over to fuck your roommate?”

“Noise-cancelling can only do so much, and your sound is addicting,” Seonghwa pouts— babbling his truths like it’s water falling out of his mouth— and when you see his pink lip shine under the flashing lights, your mind disorients. He is still the pretty boy that says pretty words, even when he's probably faking all of it; he is getting your insides all fuzzy, and you are still being lured in by him, but not for the reasons Seonghwa would enjoy them to.

You’re chasing the feeling of his comfort and you know it. You’re chasing after the man that won’t leave you alone. Or no, you are alone— so fucking lonely because of him even— but you don’t want to be alone, you don’t want him to leave you alone.

San.

San.

Fuck. San.

The feeling of drowning in San’s praise, in his words, inside his bedroom, muffled by his sheets, it hunts you, it makes you feel watched, and it makes you feel like you’re hungry for something you can’t digest. Every word he has said to you is written in your memories in special font, and even though he is out of sight, San will always stay in your mind. Does he do it on purpose? Leave marks, with both words and his lips? To profit off of your yearning? To make himself feel better? To own something? To feel proud? Does he say it that loud on purpose, too? To make his roommate hear him? To make his roommate feel bad in order to feel good?

Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't. Maybe San doesn't know Seonghwa is listening at all, maybe he doesn't care about any of it.

"Your pretty sounds," Seonghwa repeats himself, his face pressed against your cheek and you roll your eyes at his lips grazing your skin, his heavy breath from his nose warming it up.

These two men are woven by the same needle, knitted with the same material for they say surprisingly similar things and act surprisingly same, but for some reason, it does not feel the same. It is not the same. It should be the same. It should be the fucking same, fuck! You’re going to explode. The way that your head is spinning, your hips swinging, music ringing— people screeching, feet stomping— everything is happening around and inside you. Head, shoulders, knees and toes, livid. Brain, guts, uterus, livid. Let’s not talk about your heart or else we have to start over again. Just forget about your heart and think about the things that are of use tonight. What can you focus on? You can focus on your body glowing hot, but you could also focus on Seonghwa, whose baggy pants is rubbing against your thin minidress. It’s Seonghwa that you wanted, right? Or was it Seonghwa you were supposed to want, because he is the one that wants you back? — No, fuck, let's re-roll, quickly; Seonghwa is grinding against you right now, from behind, and that's exactly what you imagined, wasn't it? Under these lights, under this influence, this is what you wanted, wasn't it?

With the state of your mind, you can not agree with anything; your thoughts sound foreign and it's not your voice speaking, when you grind your ass back. It also doesn't feel like it's your eyes that you're seeing with; Seonghwa’s smile behind of you is becoming blurry and there’s just one more face that’s slowly appearing from the front-ends of your head. There’s a catch though; what you’re seeing is not the soft face you usually cup with your delicate hands and observe in awe when he sleeps, it’s not the face that lights up when he sees you enter through his front door, it's a face that's reading a text message from his fucking ex in the morning and immediately forgets that you're next to him, available as available can be.

It is actually going to make you puke, right here and there. All your emotions, all your ambitions, all of your fucking dreams. Who is San to you? What is he? You’ve known him for what, a year? — Okay fuck, that’s actually more than you thought, but still, it’s not like San and you have met up in any way that wasn’t purely sexual during all the time you knew him. Know him. You don’t know San. You don’t know shit about him. What are you— San and you? What are you going to be? Boyfriend, girlfriend? Has a nice ring to it, but fuck no, right? There are too many girls, right? Which is why you wanted to get yourself another man too, right?

“Come on, Y/N, forget him.”

While you have alcohol and molly inside you, singing two different songs of lust and desire, Seonghwa is moving his legs according to yours and pressing himself more against you. He’s one sadistic dipshit if Seonghwa thinks you could forget any of what you just went through just by moaning into your ear, but you're going with it.

You can't feel a lot right now, except that Seonghwa’s bulge perfectly fits in the space of your ass, rubbing up and down between the two circular shapes, getting himself more erected with every passing beat.

This whole situation is so fucked up and messy.

But, add one more: You are fucked up and messy. The music is building up loudly and people are shaking their bodies next to you, dancing in the high they've reached long time ago, eyes having lost any sign of concentration or sobriety, and you came here to contemplate whether you’re going to have a one-night-stand to prove a point, mixing drugs to get it on faster. You feel quicker, no, you are quick, rushing from one thought to another like you’re fleeing from your inner voices, both the devil and angel. They’re useless in this situation, they have too much reason.

And you don't need any reasons to think you're in the right to fuck him. Seonghwa’s hands are on your abdomen and gently massaging the skin, making you feel like he thinks you’re valuable, but you both know that this dance you’re holding right now barely cost you anything but 10 dollars in cash.

The red lasers haven’t stopped. They are pointing upwards or downwards for you, but you guess, from the way you’re watching Seonghwa’s lips right now, there’s only one way down. There has always been only one way down.

San chooses an ex over you? Then you’ll choose his dumb fucking roommate over him. Two can play this game, and even if he’s had the lead, you’re going to make your play. Is it going to hurt him? You don’t know. Maybe it won’t. But at least it will be over, right? At least this fucking thing will be over.

“Kiss me, Seonghwa.”

“You serious? I thought San was all up your mind right now.”

“Oh my fucking god, just do it before I take it back.”

“LET’S GET FUCKING INSANE”

Seonghwa doesn’t let you ask twice. While people all around you are turning up to the beat-drop, he pulls your chin up and clashes his lips against yours. His teeth clank against you lip and there's a short, piercing pain there, but Seonghwa's high chuckle blows it away. It’s a violent kiss, but mind-numbing enough so maybe you can forget why you decided to kiss him in the first place. While your lips are working against each other, his hand is sliding down to your groin and it's dangerously close to the seam of your tiny dress. One tug and your whole leg is revealed to the crowd, but you don't look down to see how naked Seonghwa is making you; all you see is yourself, in the reflection of his square sunglasses.

His tongue is electrifying, when it forces its entry into your mouth. It’s long and tastes deliciously foreign- a mixture of alcohol and tobacco, which you haven't experienced in pair since a long time. San, no, “he” (this is what you’ll call him now) doesn’t smoke, which at first, you considered as a big win, because you were passively inhaling all the smoke from your prior flings that you’d had the feeling your lungs were being polluted. Yet a year later, you’re clean— cleaner than never before, you should be able to breathe, you should be able to think clearly, but you can’t. Did you think he was pure? Was it that? That he was this untouched man? Maybe he was. Maybe he was, when he was still a nerd who had never heard a woman say the word “sex” in his— or had he? Fuck, had he? You don’t know, you couldn’t have known. ‘He’ was a façade, wasn’t it? He turned into another person immediately, didn’t he?

Let's get back on Seonghwa’s lips.

You're reminded of your lost freedom and as much it drives you insane, it's driving you into a state of pure, adventurous lust. The way Seonghwa works across your slick tongue is animalistic and wild, and you feel like you’re being pursued with no escape. To catch your breaths a little bit, Seonghwa lets go off your chin and thigh, turning you around so he can have better access to your mouth. Not letting the enlivening music go to waste, he presses his lips on yours the second you inhaled for the second time.

You slip your hands under his knitted top, running them up and down his breast, his abs and abdomen to feel his muscles and skin. It’s only a matter of time until he asks you to move off the dance floor, but your alcohol is bombarding you with sweet suggestions you can’t let pass without saying. His exposed skin feels cold under your fingers, but when you cup his hardened erection through the fabric with your hand and move it according to Seonghwa’s tongue slicking against yours, he radiates heat.

“Fuck,” Seonghwa pants into the kiss and you hum, continuing to tease him on this godless dance floor. Nobody has their senses right and is observing you two making out with dozy eyes, nobody cares about anything here. There’s only right now, the song the DJ is playing for the mindless crowd of drugged, intoxicated people. Let’s get insane.

You try to get a good feel of Seonghwa’s cock and its girth with your hand. “You’re big,” you murmur, catching air again, “smaller than San though.”

And there you have it, men are so easy to galvanize.

“Say that again, you fucking cunt,” Seonghwa growls and digs his fingers into your ass, eyebrows pulled down so hard that his forehead could explode.

“Why? ‘Cause you’re better than him?”, you taunt him and click with your tongue, catching a breath. “You’re no better than Sannie,” you sneer, pointing at your hickey with your finger to remind him (but mostly yourself), “don’t think you could be.”

Seonghwa goes fucking angry. Apparently he thinks he’s done so much for you, has been so nice to you, has helped you, whatever, and this is how you show him your thanks. Grabbing your hair, he pushes his forehead against yours and you catch a glimpse of his darkened eyes, feeling the stinging pain from the impact linger, while he talks. His breath is scarce from having kissed you, so he’s trying his best to use his voice to taunt you.

"San is probably fucking his fucking ex-girlfriend right now, do you think you're any better than him, huh, slut? You are the one who's so fucking desperate to get him to love you, and you're still here with me, and you're kissing me, so we're both in the wrong, you fucking whore."

His words don’t mean anything to you, visiting the synapses of your brain, but leaving right after. You just grin with your eyelids covering half of your eye and Seonghwa realizes nothing is arriving inside your sweet, broken mind. Your cheeks are red from the lack of oxygen, drugs and you’re flushed at the cause of his libidinous touch, and Seonghwa sees he's been working around your hair a little bit too much, having ruffled it up to the point that a comb-through will not amount to a lot. You look like a crazy person to him, but nothing attracts a joke more than a hard-hitting punchline.

“We're both single,” is what you lull to correct him, licking over your lips that you can't feel anymore since Seonghwa has kissed them numb. "And I think that's all that matters."

You both hear the music come to an exhilarating high and slowly reach your evaporating point.

“You sound like San,” Seonghwa giggles and he probably thinks it's going to push you over, but it doesn't. He’s still staring into you like he’s searching for a weak spot, but you’re persistent, you’re needy, and while you are weak, you are unforgivably yourself, Y/N.

You smash both your hands on each of his cheeks and you look at yourself through the sunglasses, sneering, "Good. San is a better name to moan."

He scoffs and smiles so condescendingly sweet again, but out of his mouth comes nothing worthwhile. "I'm going to fuck your voice out of your fucking throat, you're never going to moan ‘San’ ever fucking again," he growls and you drench yourself in his vulgarity, kissing him repeatedly.

"Never again," Seonghwa repeats himself, digging his thumbs into your ribs, but his tone isn't as forcing as it is... begging. Asking—demanding you to put all your attention on him, like he knows your heart isn't his and he desperately wants to possess yours. Oh, he definitely knows. You're not fooling anybody, at least didn't try to, but Seonghwa is gullible enough to fall for your tricks, how it seems like. San is painted on your body all the while your dance partner is speaking through his heavy breathing; painted on your neck, in your eyes, it’s annoying Seonghwa, it distracts him, it makes him see red, and not the colour on your skin.

"Awww, do you want me to only moan your name tonight?", you baby Seonghwa, mocking that he's finally revealed his motivations behind all of this. At least you think you've hit the nail in the coffin, when you pout to mirror Seonghwa’s expression.

Seonghwa's greatest sin isn't lust, it's envy. It could be any girl coming and leaving their dorm, moaning San’s name through the thin walls, never to be seen again and he wouldn't bat a second eye, but you— Y/N? San letting a woman like you go without further notice sickens him, like a crime, like a mistake. To hear your voice be pleasured by San at night, and then hear you sing good-bye to the man who does not care as much as he does in the morning, that has sent Seonghwa into a spiral of jealousy, but you’re not sure why. Some fucked-up reason probably, though it doesn’t seem like an ex is the cause this time. Maybe it’s really just because of you.

Sorry to say that you don’t care about that though. Not one single fucking bit. You don't want any of that complex trauma-talk tonight. You want to have sex and forget the sex right after.

"Be mine tonight, Y/N," Seonghwa answers and his eyebrows are pushed in to his forehead. He looks sultry, at least the parts you can see. Sultry, passionate, ready to fuck you, no, desperate to fuck you, in fact, you can feel the pre-cum soak his pants, when you cup his girth.

“You’re so pathetic,” you smirk, “it might actually be worth a try.” Seonghwa lets out a breathy exhale, finally breaking. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol, the molly, or his issues that suddenly took over his conscience, but he doesn’t have any of that left. He grabs you by your wrist with a grip that leaves a white mark, and without forewarning, Seonghwa yanks you through the people.

You hit each and every one of the strangers on your way to wherever. Shoulder hitting against shoulder, breast against breast, it better not leave any more bruising that you already have on your neck. “Seong- wha!”, you wheeze, tumbling at his force, tripping over your own feet over and over. The hall is huge, and he’s seemingly seeking to get to the very end of it.

“Seonghwa!”, you repeat yourself, but he won't listen to you. You're being pulled into a rollercoaster of anything but emotions (at least for you) and you can hear laughter leave your mouth without reason as you pass by irritated people who find it impolite to be barging into the big crowd like this. This dude's crazy, they scorn, but they don't really look that lucid as well, you find, with the last bits of thinking you can do.

"Where are we going?", you ask, but mostly to reassure that you still have a sense for geographical knowledge. You can see the bar again, mobs of people dancing on the stairs so that it's shaking even more compared to how you two had left it, but most importantly, you see that this is a space that's occupied by your kind. So much skin. So many slutty outfits. Outfits? Lingerie. This side looks like a fucking strip-club. Are you at a strip-club? What the fuck is this place? No, seriously, what the fuck is this place?

Seonghwa is finally stopping and you catch a breath from the running. With him doing his weird hand-signs again, you recognize the security guard from the beginning, smiling under his sunglasses, showing an "OK"-sign and pointing to the back of the stairs. You could swear he winked at you.

"What the fuck?", you ask, but Seonghwa only shrugs, making you follow his backwards steps under the stairs, where in black graffiti 'MY PEOPLE DONT BELIEVE IN LOVE' is smeared all over the wall. The same walls are occupied by couples or at least people making out wildly with their eyeliners smeared beyond repair. Is this some sex-area? (No idea) Is this legal? (100% no) Does Seonghwa look so fucking hot without his top on? (Fuck) He does.

Your eyes go cross-eyed, when Seonghwa enters the most mirrored bathroom you've ever seen in a warehouse, but before you can question the fact why people invest in decorating a fucking porta-potty, the male is pulling off his knitted top with one smooth pull, barely waiting a second for you to close the door behind you. The vibrations of the music ring on the metal stairs over you, and you feel like the beat is mushing your brain one size smaller, when you're met by Seonghwa barging at your body.

Pushing you against the plastic door, you feel all of Seonghwa's naked torso with your hands stroking roughly over his skin, and you admire his jewellery sitting on his collarbones, getting your fingers at it around his neck to pull him closer. "You like my necklace?", Seonghwa murmurs, as he pushes his lips into the crook of your neck.

"Choke on it," you gutter and yank him upwards, kissing him. While you do so and Seonghwa begins to unclothe you by getting your arms up, you catch a glimpse of yourself through the mirror. Your hair isn't looking as silky as it did when you left your home, there's mascara smudged around your eye already, but if you're not mistaken, and you can see it by how Seonghwa is sucking your nipples the second your bra falls to the floor, you will look worse in no time.

But that's not to say that you aren't still looking gorgeous. You look bewitchingly sexy, eyelids fluttering with each of Seonghwa's eager touches that are tracing down your body. "Fuck, you look so good," he murmurs and he's trying to keep his eyes open in order to see you. He's gotten you naked pretty quick considering the circumstance, you would've wished for a bit more foreplay here, but maybe it's a reoccuring theme to be impatient.

"You are such a fucking gorgeous girl, San doesn't know what he's missing right now," Seonghwa wheezes and goes through his hair, once he has your dress dropping on the dirty floor, revealing your joke of underwear. If he had kept your bra, he would have seen that you've worn a matching set of burgundy lingerie, but Seonghwa's mouth is still drooling at your pair of perfect thighs, his hand stroking over his lips. You roll your eyes at him and lean your head against the plastic door. You've done such a good job forgetting his name, and here's this dumbass mentioning him again. "You bet your ass he's missing this, huh?", you snarl and play with your own breast with one hand, while the other is cupping Seonghwa's rib, gliding down to his v-line, where his throbbing cock is awaiting you.

"He doesn't deserve you, Y/N."

He wheezes again. It seems like Seonghwa is taking his last breaths, unable to form words since your fingers are exploring how quick they can get to his erection.

"And you do?", you snap back and scoff. He pushes his glasses up to his forehead and for the first time since a long time, you can see Seonghwa's eyes shimmer. Oh fuck, you think, and it's difficult to not kiss him again. You're a bitch. You know you're a bitch for not caring about his feelings, and you know you will indeed not be better than San if you ghost this man right after this evening, but it must be done. For your sake, at least.

"I do," Seonghwa answers, though a lot weaker and less confident than he used to be before. You sigh. He may think he deserves you, but you don't deserve him. His gaze is too sweet, you've got to put those sunglasses back on, if you don't want to develop something. The only thing you can look at to get your mind elsewhere is yourself, in the mirror.

"Don't try to prove yourself," you murmur and Seonghwa wraps his arms around your back and props you by your thigh to lift you up. You can see his back muscle tense up, as he has you steadily in his grip. "I'm not," he answers and there's something that's fluttering inside your breast, when Seonghwa licks up your jawline, because you feel everything; From how wet his tongue is, how warm his saliva sits on your skin to the way what an adoring look Seonghwa is wearing on his face, as he kisses you. "I got nothing to prove to you."

You smirk and see yourself looking very dozy, drunken on alcohol, drugged by MDMA, ducked by Seonghwa's hand between your legs. It's pushing between your folds and with your last bit of control you have over your body, you spread your legs for him, inviting him to get his fingers inside your panties, and of course he does.

With a grin, Seonghwa devotes his tongue to your jaw again and works it into your skin with circular motion. "So fucking wet, and I thought you didn't want to fuck me."

"Who said I wasn't going to fuck you?"

Seonghwa is too busy sucking on the other side of your neck (other side meaning the side that is still unhickey-ed) to answer, but you're persistent. You came to this place to fuck him, and you're pretty sure that nothing from what you told him tonight alluded to something else. And also, even when you're fucked out of your mind, you still have a sense for people who keep secrets. So while Seonghwa is sucking small patches of skin on your neck and you see yourself with an opened mouth with sighs leaving it that you can't hear with your own ears.

"San says things sometimes," Seonghwa murmurs and continues to plant roses on your neck that you can see appear on your skin, "but that's irrelevant now."

"What does he say?", you insist, but the charcoal-haired man puts on his sunglasses again and shakes his head. Switch. As if you hadn't had enough from men who were two-faced, Seonghwa hides his eyes, turning into an inscrutable being again. A stranger. A stranger who's groping your cunt from the front, making your groin tense up and push him closer from the back. You're wrapping him with your legs and holding onto him tightly, when he catches a breath.

"Meaningless things,” he pants and throws you over the door, your arms landing on the frail sink in front of you. The mirror expands and all of the sudden you see yourself in full quality, in all your glory and Seonghwa is only supporting you from the back. His hand is grabbing your chin and pushing it up to the mirror, his pointing finger smudging your lip. With your lips slightly opened, it just makes sense to you to lick around his finger and look at him with a demanding look, eyebrows sultrily pushed together.

"Fuck, Y/N," Seonghwa gulps and cups your breast from behind, massaging it, while he presses his hot lips on your back. "Can I eat you out? Please,” he sighs and you take his finger in, lubing it up with your saliva.

"Do whatever you fucking want," you sneer and balance yourself with two hands on the sink, as Seonghwa raises a leg and throws it over his shoulder, his pretty face planted into your pussy the second you've given him permission to. You spasm to the front, Seonghwa's hair tickling your lower abdomen, as he works his tongue over your slick folds. If his tongue was great for kissing, it's certainly great for cunnilingus too, no, maybe even better suited for it. He's reaching spots that haven't been reached by a tongue in a long time and with the wet muscle working in and out inside you, you're becoming a moaning mess with fluttering eyelids in no time.

"Fuuuck", you gasp, when Seonghwa kneads your ass that's extended out in the air. The sound of his slurping and the music outside assimilate and mix up, and if it wasn't for the hightened senses you got from your molly-influence, it feels like everything is hammering you down from the outside. You can feel each twitch of Seonghwa's mouth, how he smiles, how he's yelping for air, how he's licking over his lips — you're going to fall somewhere, and if it's not into the cheap sink and the mirror that's taunting you, it's in love with his tongue that’s going to make you cum.

"So soon?", Seonghwa murmurs, and two fingers begin to penetrate your gaping hole, as he flicks his tongue over your sensitive clit.

"Fuck, fuck!", you whine and Seonghwa takes note of how your entrance is tightening around him, angling his fingers towards your g-spot. "So fucking good!", you breathe and you're trying to get a glimpse of your mirrored image in front of you, but your eyes are rolling to the back of your head too much.

"Mhm~", Seonghwa hums with an amused tone, repeating a cycle of sucking and licking, pumping against your g-spot. You're flying, the loud tunes bombarding the walls of the porta-potty are slowly getting to your head and intrusing what's left of your conscious mind, only feeling the tickling sensation that is being eaten out by none other than Park Seonghwa.

Until it stops.

You were whining, announcing your impending orgasm, but he apparently had other ideas, pulling out his fingers and removing his lips from you the second you were drawing together your body, preparing for sweet release. "Don't fucking stop!", you yell and grab Seonghwa by his hair, pushing him closer to your cunt by force. "Seonghwa!"

Seonghwa, who you don't know if he seriously just wanted to be called by his name in this situation, chuckles in witticism and wraps his arm around your thigh, getting the other leg over his shoulder too. You're sitting up front now, and there is no space for him to get his finger anywhere near your cunt, but his tongue is more than enough.

"Make me cum or I'm gonna fucking leave, you fucking asshole," you growl and grip a big chunk of his hair to get your message across. The man below you moans and resumes his job, clearly attracted by your lust-driven dominance. 'I like it when you're bossy', you re-call, and before you can finish the quote in your head, Seonghwa has plunged his tongue into your cunt.

"Ungh, fuck!", you moan, a bit more sensitive and distorted this time. Trying to hold your heavy upper body straight, Seonghwa is laving at your cunt, driving you crazy with the speed of his tongue maneuvering inside you. Maybe it was better that Seonghwa edged you, because now every flick is shooting you further into the abyss of pleasantry. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you stutter, the second wave of the overwhelming euphoria gathering itself like a tsunami.

Seonghwa is more relaxed than you are, though his whole face is busy being used to pleasure you. His nose is dug into your clit and he's shaking his head around to be able to tickle it all during the while he's cutting away his breath to pant into your heat and spreading your slick on his tastebuds.

"Make me cum," you whine, "make me cum with your tongue!"

"Say 'please Seonghwa'," Seonghwa smirks and has the tip of his tongue placed on your clitoris just enough for your orgasm to not be washed away, but definitely not coming, while you grip more of his hair.

"You fucking bitch, I'll never fucking—", you pant, but there's no other way around it. You need this orgasm. "You—"

Seonghwa looks up to you and you can see him waiting. Pushing your thighs together because he annoys you so much, you yank his head closer to your cunt and scream, "okay, fuck, make me fucking cum, Seonghwa, please!"

The man between your thighs chuckles through his nose and once you said the magic-words, he opens his mouth back open to lap around your clit and cunt like a mad dog. Having been denied your orgasm for the second time, the third attempt to chase it down hits you even more, making you breathe heavily and loudly, and this time, the strings are pulling you to total stupification.

"Please, please, please, Seonghwa, please—"

Repeating the words Seonghwa wants to hear so bad again and again, you're fuelling his decision to finally allow you to come. His tongue circles around your clit as if he was racing with the music and your face is parallel to the floor, when your body goes lax and the strands of Seonghwa's hair are the only thing keeping you up.

"Seonghwa, please," you whisper again, weak, and almost sent over the top, while Seonghwa growls under you, his tongue stroking over your sensitive bud until you're shaking and pressing your legs together. "Fuck!", you scream out and Seonghwa throws one leg away from his shoulder, your wobbly foot landing on the floor, when the male stands up and gets to fingers into your cunt.

"Seonghwa, please—", you gasp, when he rams them into your throbbing arousal that barely reached its high and you have to get your arms around his neck if your knees are still worth something to you. "Oh my fucking god," and other moans come spurred out of you and Seonghwa bites into your shoulder to add another stimulative pain to all the sensations you're feeling.

His fingers are long and slender and for all you can grasp, they know what they're doing, when they're driving in and out with no mercy. That this is Seonghwa, you don't really care, that this isn't San, you do just a little bit, but "caring" takes a bit too long in the brain anyway. If your first orgasm from his tongue made your head fly, the second one is evaporating it. Your head feels light and corrupted by the DJ screaming inaudible things into his set, an artificially deepened laughing-track following his ad-lib and your lower body is trembling like a new-born deer, when Seonghwa keeps pushing against your soft patch inside. “Stop— stop, Seonghwa—“, you pant and your legs hold Seonghwa's wrist until he wiggles it out.

"You good?", Seonghwa laughs. He walks behind you and raises your face by your chin, pressing his own cheek next to yours, so both of your faces are seen in the mirror, his pelvis pushed against your ass again.

"Uh-huh," you shudder, your runny mascara making your eyes sticky, "very good."

He smiles, though it's definitely not a friendly smile. This isn't what friends do. It never will be something that friends do and you try to find some type of sanity behind your sunken irises, but there's nothing there. There is someone knocking on the door, Seonghwa's phone is vibrating in his pants, and like the bad person you are, you can't stop to wish that behind at least one of these interruptions is a certain someone is waiting for you, asking for you or anything— fuck. It's worse Seonghwa somehow knows what you're thinking, taking out his phone with his free hand, your face still being cupped by the other.

"You think this is him, don't you?", he asks and lets his temple drop against the top of your head, "Let's bet."

"If you think I'm gonna bet on something like that," you hiss and grind your bare ass against his clothed cock to distract him from the fact he's correct, “you’re a fucker.”

"I'm gonna fuck you, so I don't know where you're coming from here."

You scoff and throw his phone into the sink, when Seonghwa seemingly opens the message and starts to grin.

"Seonghwa," and you know you're lying through your teeth here with the full awareness that Seonghwa probably knows that you’re lying as well, "I want you," and yet you have the very secure feeling that you got into his head.

"Hm, what?", he asks and looks confused, unable to be angry that you snatched his phone out of his hand. You smirk for a short time and lean into his hand that's stroking your cheek. "I want you, Seonghwa," you sigh and pout. If you can't commit, you might as well commit to the lie, right? Be a little opportunistic.

"I don't care about San," you whisper and Seonghwa pulls down his glasses, making him human again.

"Really now…”

Choi San: the connection is so bad Choi San: where are you right now?

You nod and there’s a black-tinted tear rolling down your cheek, warm and melting on your skin. Seonghwa takes his thumb and glides it over the flow and holds his hand at your cheek again.

Choi San: i saw her Choi San: wtf she looked so different

You both saw the message and you both decided to ignore it. It doesn't matter anymore, his hand was already between your legs, your arousal has already coated his fingers.

That's how this works.

His touch, caressing your woeful face, his eyes pitying your pain. He's still erected, definitely impatient, but Seonghwa has something that you haven't experienced for a long time. You don't want to think of it, you can't think of it, because it might just be an illusion, but when Seonghwa slides his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, you have to suppress the suffocating feeling that you must never see this man ever again, if you don't want to carry this burden with you. You can't tell yourself enough, you do not want Seonghwa.

But it's nice.

"Look at yourself, Y/N. Look how pretty you are."

It's nice to know that someone wants you. That someone cares to wipe away the tears from your eyes, though they're not tears formed by a sadness you’d be able to express, a sadness that encourages you to hold eye contact with yourself, as Seonghwa whispers words of comfort into your ear. "Don't cry, pretty girl," he murmurs, and it feels like the music is being subdued around you. You've fallen from grace. “You could have anything in the world..”

How nice would it be, if he was right? You’re not sad, you have everything you could, don’t you? It could be this is just another lie you're going to commit to to protect yourself, but Seonghwa is holding you by your throat, cutting your airflow. The blood curdles in your head and while the male behind you is opening up his pants, the phone blinks.

Seonghwa and you both look down. Incoming call: Choi San.

"Oh," Seonghwa exhales and immediately checks for your reaction in the mirror, but your expression is empty. The drugs are fogging your mind and there is no ounce of vitality behind your eyes.

Seonghwa turns the phone around. "Fuck me first, Seonghwa," you tell him, your voice wispy, barely understandable, he probably had to lip-read in order to understand what you were saying, "let's get it over with."

He doesn't appreciate your dismissive tone, but Seonghwa is too horny to say anything against it, pushing you over the sink, grabbing his cock and placing it near your cunt. While your abdomen is pressed against the dirty, cold surface, Seonghwa is murmuring something under his breath and gliding his hot, throbbing erection across your pulsating folds. "I don't care at all," you whine, trying to convince yourself and ignore the continuous buzzing from his phone, but also make him hurry up. There's an end-goal you're chasing here.

"Kiss me," you order the male behind you, and as he finally positions his tip at your entrance, Seonghwa tilts your head to the side, ripping your gaze away from his mobile. "You really like kissing, don't you?", he huffs and smirks, pushing himself into you in one slow thrust. "Fuuuck," you breathe, feeling your walls expand for his length, "what about it?"

"I just think it's sweet. It makes it more personal, doesn't it?"

"Come on, Hwa, are you trying to make me angry again? I'm getting tired here," you purl and visibly roll your eyes at him, your eyelids getting heavier with each word that's spoken out loud. Your body weighs into Seonghwa's arms and if he doesn't hurry up, you'll fall asleep, your pulsating cunt tightening around his girth.

"Sweetheart, let me talk," he says, in a soft voice that makes your heart drop. You don't want him, you don't want his sweetness, fuck, you only wanted Seonghwa for this one night, for his dick and dick only, why is he trying to get inside your head? Don't do it, you try to mouth to him. You don't know him, he doesn't know you, his cock is inside your cunt, this is the worst timing to—

"You're something else."

"Seonghwa, stop, before you say anything too nice. Just close your mouth, this isn't good for both of us, you already said we're bad people. You know we don't want this," you mutter and start moving your ass to somehow get his mind elsewhere, but through his whimpers and low moans, Seonghwa won't stop grunting under the influence.

"No, speak for god-damn yourself, because, shit, Y/N, I can't watch it anymore, okay? Every day and night— You come over and let yourself be played by San, that fucking asshole, and I just think—"

"Seonghwa, shut the fuck up!", you scream and you're a breath away from pulling his cock out your cunt and leave this place naked, but just when you thought you can't do it anymore, Seonghwa has gotten his hands on your hips, digging his fingernails into your skin as if he's trying to hopelessly keep you close, his pelvis clapping against your ass, as he strikes into you.

Surprised, you moan and your fingers slip against the edge of the sink, strands of your hair falling in front of your face. You weren't prepared for that kind of vigor.

"Don't you dare think I'm that pathetic," he growls and thrusts into you with force in a rhythm that is terrifyingly close to the music outside, his cock slamming against your inner wall, making your legs close up by themselves.

"I'm not thinking I could treat you better," Seonghwa huffs and gets the hair away from your face, grabbing your hair to clear up your view, "I'm thinking what a fucking cockslut you are, Y/N."

Drugs never make sad people happier. Never make broken people whole.

So even when Seonghwa makes you realize that none of the men in your life have ever taken you serious, a hoarse laugh leaves your mouth, and you tilt your head to the back to examine the traces of them on your neck. Your eyes glisten with the way you're being fucked from behind and your mouth is not closing, you've lost control over yourself a long time ago, and it's not when this long day started with you in San's bed, it's when he took off your shirt on that random night during exam season.

"You're lucky you're pretty," he grunts and you chuckle, smiling absent-minded, upper body see-sawing with Seonghwa's pelvis-movement. Your ass is slowly hurting from how hard he is driving himself in, but you're too busy looking at your neck.

Red, red, red. A little bit of purple. A big patch here, small spots over there; anyone could look at you and would know that you've been claimed by someone. Maybe even think that you're, gasp, in a relationship! They wouldn't guess it was two people to leave these hickeys, and frankly, they would be right to think you're claimed by one person only.

"San said he'd fuck me stupid," you giggle— you're fetching old memories from your mind, re-painting the colors, completing the gaps like a mandala; the same memories from the older days which you wouldn't call better, but certainly easier; from days where you didn't have to worry about a man breaking your heart.

Seonghwa scoffs and grabs you by your tit, pulling your nipple with harsh tugs, the sensitive, delicate nub being wounded by his aggressiveness. He's stopped being gentle a long time ago, leaving a big star-shaped mark on your ass by clapping the surface of his hand.

"San said I'm his whore," you reminisce, biting your teeth through the pain, and Seonghwa is speeding up his thrusting, his cock angled inside you to entirely fill out your tight space.

"San said—"

Seonghwa has had enough. He's pressing the surface of his hand onto your mouth and nose, silencing you, cutting you short of your air, your eyes rolling back, but it doesn't prevent your thoughts to continue tumbling down. Seonghwa may be jolting his hips into you like his life depends on it, and in a way, that may be true, but he'll never pleasure you like San could.

People-pleaser. San said he was a people-pleaser.

You don't remember the orgasm, you don't remember Seonghwa's loud grunt into your ear, you don't remember how much hot cum he ejaculated into you, how panicked the black-haired was, when he asked you whether you took the pill, how quickly he became sober and put his clothes back on, the speed of time seemingly passing like a rocket-ship, the music never stopping to blitz into your brain, how the porta-potty became really fucking empty, once Seonghwa left it, but what you do remember is how you took his phone that he forgot like the dumb-ass he was, and how weak your voice sounded, when you answered San's call that by some magical way, kept ringing in.

"Can you come fetch me?"

"Who is this?"

"Come fetch me, please."

"Y/N?"

And people-pleasers should do anything to keep their people happy.

Especially if they're Choi San and avoidant of conflict.

part 4: coming soon!

[cheapestflightbooking]

7 Proven Tips to Save Big on International Flight Tickets

Everyone loves exploring this world in different forms. Traveling is one of them, which is liked by most people. Some like to explore their own country and travel by public transport to connect with the culture of their country,  passionate riders make their bikes their companion in their every journey, and some people love to explore international destinations by traveling by flight. For those who love to explore other countries, booking international flight tickets can be a daunting task. However with the right strategies, you can save big on your travel expenses and along with this you will be saving a major part of your time, which is get wasted in the process of scrolling through websites and influencers to seek best advice to book flight tickets and make your trips memorable without any trouble and concern. 

Let’s delve into 7 Strategic Tips to book international flight tickets and to Save Big on these tickets: 

Best Time to Book 

When making travel arrangements for overseas destinations, timing is everything. According to studies, it's usually better to make reservations three to four months in advance of your intended trip date. During this time, airlines frequently announce discounted tickets, allowing you to get a fantastic deal.

Flexible Dates and Destinations

You can save a ton of money by being flexible with your trip dates and places. To compare costs over a range of dates, use booking websites' flexible date search tools. For both arrival and departure, take into account alternate airports or neighboring cities to determine which options are most economical.

Use of Price Comparison Tools 

Use internet resources and apps to compare prices on many platforms. By compiling data from multiple airlines and travel companies, websites such as Skyscanner, Google Flights, and Kayak can assist you in finding the cheapest offers.

Attending Loyalty Programmes 

Joining airline loyalty programs can be a game-changer for booking international flight tickets.  Accumulating miles through frequent flyer programs can lead to discounted or even free international flights. Keep an eye on promotions that allow you to earn bonus miles and use credit cards that offer travel rewards.

Consider Budget Airlines 

If you don’t need too much luxury and want to book your international flight tickets on a budget, it will be a safer side for you to go with Budget airlines. They will not provide you the total luxuries their full-service counterparts provide, it is beneficial for you if you don’t want much pressure on your pocket. 

Book During Sales and Promotions

There are times when international flight tickets go cheaper because of certain occasions and deals for example festive seasons.  Some companies plan a certain time annually to offer such surprises for their customers, where they give big discounts.  Stay updated and informed about these occasions and deals if you like to travel often. 

     7.  Bundle Deals and Packages 

Explore bundle deals that combine flight tickets with accommodation and other services. Booking a package can often result in additional savings compared to purchasing each component separately. Look for travel agencies or online platforms that offer comprehensive packages for international travel.

In conclusion, navigating the world of international flight bookings doesn't have to be a daunting or wallet-draining experience. Armed with the right strategies, you can transform your dream of exploring distant lands into a budget-friendly reality. From mastering the art of timing to embracing flexibility in your travel plans, the 10 proven tips outlined in this blog provide a comprehensive guide to scoring big savings on international flight tickets.

Remember to leverage technology by using price comparison tools and setting up alerts, ensuring you're always in the loop when prices drop. Loyalty programs and clever use of miles can turn your frequent travels into a rewarding experience both in terms of adventure and cost-effectiveness. While considering budget airlines and exploring off-peak travel periods may require some flexibility, the potential savings make it a worthwhile endeavor.

[weepingpersonaballoon]

I am in hostel in college. Things are getting frustrating here. My mid sems did not go well at all. I am in my first year only so I don't have that close frnds with who I can share this.. I am getting frustrated and all I need is to be at home.. bt it's too from here... so I do have this flight option bt the thing is it's expensive... nd since I did nt do well in mid sems I feel guilty of going home. But anyways I want to go home... the thing is that my attendance in two subject is not that good.. I missed around four classes in those subjects. And my frnds did tell me to go home... they did suggest me to go home bt some of my friends r like no for attendance it's better u don't... lyk if I miss classes then it will be 5 absent on each of those 2 subjects. I am breaking down cuz of the peer pressure. I missed those classes nt cuz I wanted to have fun bt I was really frustrated and I was so scared in one of the class that I didn't attend. fun fact I did the homework also bt I still missed bunked cuz I was terrified of that teacher. I want to speak to mom but I know she is sleeping now. And I also cannot speak cuz I have to work harder than others so i have to study and if I speak to mom.. I will feel good bt I will make her worry and also I will waste my tym which I could have utilised it for my studies. I feel lyk giving up every morning bt the things is I am the only hope of my family. Only child who is getting to attend college. But I am such a slow learner and slower than others that I have to work extra hard to achieve something that others be able to achieve it without much effort... I really try I really do... bt I also wish to be intelligent lyk others.. it's frustrating at tyms... I'm ugly, pathetic slow learner insensitive so many other things also I cannot even write properly... I hate myself so much... nd plz no.. no comforting words lyk no u r good looking and all I know I'm ugly.... actually I don't even want that .. I jst want sharp brains lyk others... I try so hard.. bt still lag behind... it takes so much effort for me to reach a good level .... every schools that I have changed I always had to start from 0 no matter how hard I worked initially I always start from the back.. why only me... why can't I be like others... being a really go one... at least top 20 is also gud bt I am nt even that...the only purpose of my life is that I'm my parents ' only child.... that's it... bye now going to study.. enough break for the day

[zhuhongs]

i rlly wish i was someone that liked cooking more. i rlly never have like. a back log of food that ive pre prepared that i can have whenever. whenever i cook i make small batch and if i make more it usually goes bad and i just wish i was more organized and ate out less. bc id save money also itd be easier to eat when im hungry rather than wait and figure out what i can make with what i do have and i rlly need to go shopping but money is limited also its 6am and i woke up bc my mom was loud getting my dog up for a walk and now i cannt go back to bed bc im hungry and :(((

[hotaru987-the-2nd]

Mine. His. Ours Pt. 1

Rindo Haitani x f!reader x Ran Haitani

Pt. 2

warnings: gaslighting, manipulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, innocent reader, daddy kink, implied sugar daddy!Rindo, I suck a dialogue, I promise…m’not a writing blog…it’s just a phase

Word count: approx. 4.2k

DNI if a minor please! You will be insta blocked if you don’t have ages in bio! Or some indication you aren’t a minor.

It wasn’t hard to see who it was you belonged to. You’d have to be blind not to see it. Not with how Rindo always made sure to have you hanging off his arm in public, or the way he shamelessly groped and kissed you no matter who was around. And if that didn’t do it then the pretty little, bold ‘R’ tattooed on the back of your neck definitely did. Other people knew not to mess with you otherwise they’d meet the wrath of one half of the formidable Haitani brothers. 

And you. You were a sweet little thing. New to the city from the countryside, eyes bright with all the expectations of big changes and big opportunities in your life. Everyone in your little town knew each other and they were all so nice, always helping you out since your parents died young leaving you with your ailing grandmother. Who also eventually passed not long after you graduated from your local college. You wanted a fresh start away from it all, so left for the city and landed your first job in some Izakaya. 

Your first mistake was being naïve. Your second was not doing your research or asking just why this particular Izakaya was so short on staff. Well you found out quickly enough when you saw the clientele. You only saw yakuza on T.V or movies before coming here, but now they came in droves - changing what you could only connect to as a fantasy into something tangible. They were always causing a mess of the establishment, running the staff like their own personal mules and bringing all of their problems with them. It wasn’t rare that a brawl would start in the middle or outside of the restaurant. You were terrified of being in that place and was already looking for another job but it wasn’t easy.

And all the while you somehow pushed through all of the catcalls, the groping, the manhandling until you were close to tears and you were hiding in the staff room. One particular night a huge gang member was wasted drunk - nothing new -  and was tugging at your clothes and arms every time you walked by - again nothing new. Eventually going so far as to stick his hand up your shirt and grabbing your breast. You could only tremble hoping someone would step in but the other staff members just looked away. And as much as you wanted to curse them you couldn’t because if the roles were reversed you would’ve probably done the same thing. In that job there was an unspoken law and that was ‘better you than me’. 

And that’s how you ended up being dragged out of the store despite your pleading and crying. 

But that’s when he arrived. Tall, handsome and turning heads with every clack of his expensive shoes on the pavement. Long pink and dark blue hair cascaded down his broad shoulders, laying elegantly on top of the light green suit that fit perfectly on his body. You were struck by how beautiful this man was, miles above any of those Takeshi’s or Hiro’s from your old boring town. Too beautiful to be nothing more than a figment of your fear induced imagination. You were too entranced to notice how the larger man tripped over himself to run away. Or that the very same man, who looked to have fallen from empyrean above was walking towards you, stopping only when the tips of his shoes were touching yours. An equally long, elegant finger gently tickling the bottom of your chin to lift it up. He was barely touching you but somehow you felt immobile.

Fuck he was tall! You found yourself lost in the frostiness of his gaze, falsely warmed by the glow of the neon lights from the stores around you. Somehow you found your voice, “U-umm...tha-thank you for h-helping me...Sir…”

“Sure dollface. But my help doesn't come cheap.” 

Your entire face blushed from how close this hot guy was to you. Lashes fluttering when you looked away, unable to bear looking at him so close. Eyes dropping to his neck where you saw what looked like the top half of a tattoo peeking out from the collar of his suit.  “I...I-i can pay for your meal...Um...Is th-that ok?”

The man raised a brow, taking in your trembling appearance. It was like seeing a poor bunny standing in a den of lions just waiting to be eaten. He could smell the innocence on your skin, see the light of hope and opportunity that this world had long since sucked dry out of him. He even saw you were still afraid, thought not as frightened as he would’ve assumed given who he was. “Tell me, doll. What’s your name?”

“I-it’s...Y/N…” You looked up at him with doe eyes, though completely unintentional, “A-and you?”

Had you not been so close you wouldn’t have seen the almost imperceptible way his eyes widened, before a mocking curiosity dancing in the depths of his eyes. The type of curiosity one might have when you happen to walk by an accident and want to see all the gory bits. And then he laughed, startling you even further when he slipped his arm around your waist leading you back into your place of work, “I like you, dollface. The names Rindo Haitani.”

He started coming by occasionally after that, and it didn’t take you long at all to figure out who he was. What he did. And yet you didn’t care. And that scared you a bit. Wasn’t he the same as the other thugs that often came by the store? The very same people who you were trying to run away from? Sure he was handsome, distractingly so, but pretty face or not he was dangerous. You needed to get away from him. From all of this. Maybe it was too early to leave your home town? You weren’t ready for the big city.

But when he would eye you, like he’d throw you over the table to give you the fucking of your life, you couldn’t concentrate on anything but the twists and knots multiplying in your lower stomach, and the rush of heat pooling into the lining of your underwear. It was the first time any man could make you nearly cum your panties from just a single look. Knowing that a man so gorgeous and powerful wanted you was enough to throw any rational thoughts out of the window.

And Rindo knew exactly what he was doing to you. Eyes narrowing in amusement with every longing gaze you sent him, or how you’d shuffle to the back rooms, thighs snatched together and a noticeable red blush on your face. Liked how weak you were whenever he whispered his order right into your ear. Like it was a secret for just the two of you. Taking delight in the way your body would tremble and bite your lips to suppress your moans when his lips brushed against your ear.

While you had your flings there was nothing to prepare you for Rindo. With every sultry gaze, every mischievous, knowing grin and every fleeting touch you found yourself craving him even more. Until your mind was full of nothing but him. Everyday your eyes would be stuck on the front door waiting for that head of pink and blue to peek through. On the days he didn’t show you ran on autopilot. Giving fake smiles or some times not even trying to properly entertain the customers. Simply going about your shift, just hoping for the day to be over so you could be one step closer to him, maybe walking through the door. He had you completely under his thumb before you knew it. You did notice, however, while the overall harassment in the shop didn’t go down, the people who messed with you did. 

On the days he did show up, the person you became should have left you feeling ashamed of yourself. The second he was in the door, even if you were serving another table you pawned them off to someone else and ran to greet him. The sight never failing to make him snicker. You were so pure, so innocent and so eager to please him it was almost pathetic. He could almost see your tail wagging like a little pup coming to greet their master home.

On this particular day it had been almost a week since his last visit so you were feeling more excited than usual. Somehow you had a feeling that he would come today so you put a little more effort into your appearance, wearing a light lip gloss and some makeup to make your eyes pop. While you couldn’t do much with your outfit since it was a uniform, you did go and buy a new push-up bra and undo the first few buttons to catch his attention. Your stomach fluttered in naughty exhilaration when he unabashedly looked down your shirt. Locking your hands behind your back to push your breast out further, smiling as you did and doing your best to keep your blush at bay.

“W-welcome! I’ll show you to your table.”

The smirk never left his face, only deepening at the way your sweet voice spilled from your lips even as you blatantly showed off your body for him. Well if you were going to put on a show he wasn’t going to refuse. “Then what are you waiting for? Turn around and let me see you walk for me.” You giggled, doing as he said another wave of heat filling your body when you felt his eyes drop to the sway of your ass.

He watched you bounce around while taking his order, rushing to the back to get his drink and returning much faster than a typical wait would be. As though you couldn’t stand not being around him - which was the truth. And both of you knew it. When you put the glass down, leaning over more than necessary to give him another little show, Rindo gripped your wrist to stop you from moving.

Eyes immediately searching for his, only to be hit with a wave of dizziness not fully prepared for how close his pretty, purple eyes would be. This time you couldn’t stop the flush on your cheeks or how it spread all the way to your ears, when you heard the low chuckle haze through his lips. His warm breath beating against the underside of your chin. 

“Today must be a special day. M’getting dinner and a show.” Again his eyes swept deliberately along the curve of your soft breast hanging only inches in front of him. Close enough for him to press his lips too if he wanted to, and the growing lust inside of you wished that he would. “Or do ya dress up like this for anyone that comes on through?”

You shook your head quickly and answered shyly, “N-no I...I thought...maybe you’d come today so…”

He answered with a knowing ‘hmm’, hand slipping from your wrist to move the drink off to the side. Then taking your wrist again and pulling you closer. Surprised by the movement you had to prop one knee onto the booth’s seat to stop from collapsing onto his chest, your breath hitching as in this position you could now feel every exhale on your chest. “So these pretty tits here are all for me? Did ya miss me that much, babydoll?” 

A soft whine squeezed past your trembling lips. Head feeling like dead weight from the sexually charged atmosphere burning between you. His free hand moving from your knee, up your sides and all the way to cup the side of your face. Hand so big that even as his thumb pushed against the plushness of your soft lips, his other fingers toyed with the edges of your ear. The sensations making you melt into his hand, your eyes darken and breathing double until you thought you’d pass out from out lightheaded you were.

“Asked you a question, pretty. It’s rude not to answer.” The feel of his rough thumb pushing past the flimsy resistance your mouth provided, and rolling over your tongue had you keening. You wanted nothing more that those fingers make their home inside of your clenching cunt like yours had been the last few weeks when thinking about him. But you managed to pull yourself together to answer with a breathless, “Y-yes...I wanted to see you…”

The fact that you were in public or that you were in the middle of your shift didn’t even register in your mind as your desire for him began to become apparent to even the blindest of people. And Rindo was growing more bold with his touches, the gradual build up for days and weeks, conditioning your body to anticipate and yearn for his touch making you compliant. Easily puppeteering your body into his lap, tucking your legs on either side of his hips. It was a bit of a tight squeeze, the table pressing into your back forcing you to lean against Rindo to avoid the uncomfortable pressure - not that you were complaining. You had dreamed of this moment, being in his lap, feeling his body against yours. Mind and commonsense going numb as his spicy scent of his cologne beckoned you further into the bottomless pools of hypnotic purple. 

Rindo almost felt bad for how easy it was to get you to this point. The poor simple minded country girl -- of course he did his own background check on you -- looking for the starwalt city experience, only to fall into the hands of a demon. He had been looking for a pretty little thing like you for a while. Someone gullible and easy to manipulate into doing whatever it was he wanted. The only problem with little lambs like yourself was that you all break too easily. 

You sighed heavily when his hands roughly squeezed your ass closer to pin your hips together, wiggling slightly from the position as your nerves began to mix with anticipation. “Rindo…” You looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes waiting for him to do something - anything. Hand trembling slightly where they perched timidly on his shoulders.

He took a moment to soak in your expression. Then looked over to the glass of sake you brought over, taking a sip, “My little babydoll missed me didn’t she?” You nodded, “How ‘bout you show me how much. Push those tits out for me.”

Shy but still wanting to please him, you pinched your arms together and arched your back to give him the vie he wanted. “Come’on you can do better than that. Must not’ve missed me that much.” Your heart nearly dropped at the disappointment that threaded through his words, and you doubled your efforts. Pressing so tightly it was almost uncomfortable, fluttering your lashes up at him. “L-like this?” 

He gave you a grin in lieu of answering and before you could think anything else you felt something cold being poured over your chest. You gasped as you watched the sake roll over the curves of your breast, down into your bra soaking both it and your shirt. You still kept your breast pushed together so a bit was caught in your cleavage, but it was a paltry amount in comparison. Your eyes widening even more when he leaned forward drinking from your chest. Head rolling back and your moans flowing freely without care, when his tongue ran long strips up your chest to catching the rolling drops. His lips puckered against your skin sucking greedily at any remnant of the beverage. 

By now you were shamelessly whining in his lap, hips rolling awkwardly against him with the help of his hands that had moved down to your waist. He leaned back to get a better look at your face. His tongue running across his lips as though trying to catch the lingering taste of your skin left behind. “D-do...do you believe me…now? T-that I missed you…?”

He left your question suspended in the air, instead dragging your clothed cunt over the growing hardness between his legs. Holding back the urge to tear off those stupid uniform pants you wore and just fuck you over the table like he wanted to do since the first day. He could tell by the clumsy rolls and twitchiness of your hips that you weren't used to this. And if you were a virgin, the thought of splitting you wide open on his cock made him twitch in his pants. 

“Ya know babydoll, I just don’t think I’m convinced yet.” Your eyes popped open in panic, the only thought in your head was how to make him believe you. You really did miss him. Everyday you waited and waited and waited for him to walk through the door. Not a single day went by without him taking over your thoughts. How could you show him? What should you do?

Only when you felt his thumb brushing against your eyes did you realize you were crying, the frustration in yourself manifesting as warm tears. He cooed at you ‘tutting’ softly, “Aww, don’t cry pretty. Ya know I couldn’t get my pretty baby out my head the whole time I was gone, but it’s ok if ya didn’t feel the same. I’m not mad.” He sighed softly using that to mask the bubbling laughter that wanted to escape. You were too easy. 

Rindo knew just how desperate you were to see him. Sometimes he’d come by just to watch your scurry around, head perking whenever someone would walk through the door, only to visibly deflate in disappointment when it wasn’t him. But seeing you squirm to his tune was too fun to pass up. And it was only a few seconds more before the very words he had been waiting for passed through your trembling lips.

“...What do I gotta do?...I’ll do anything to prove it…” You nuzzled into his hand against your cheek, the tension in your body melting at the smile tugging on his pretty lips. “Anything?...Think I have something in mind. So how about you come home with me tonight, hm?”

And it was that very same night he took you back to his place, and had you bouncing on his cock like a common whore.

“Look atcha...creaming so pretty ‘round my cock.” Rindo chuckled mockingly as he slowly, achingly thrusted into your sore pussy from the back. Fixated on how your ass rippled with every punishing thrust, and shuddering at how you just kept sucking him in more. “Pussy was made to take my fuckin’ cock!” Fuck he could stay balls deep in your pussy all night and it still wouldn’t be enough. “Is it really your first time? Hm?”

Pushing down on your back to make it curve to almost a painful degree, the slight shift in angle making all the difference in the world. And you yelped, almost choking on the spit that dribbled from the corners of your mouth when you felt him pressing against the entrance to your womb. It felt like he was going to punch through it any second. Each battering hit of his weeping tip shattering any coherent thought that wasn’t Rindo’s name.

His pace increased, dick twitching with his encroaching release. Until now you don’t know how many times you came around his fat cock. Each time you felt him ripping you open sent sparks of unbelievable pleasure through your body. Feeling something other than your fingers was such a new feeling, reaching places so deep inside you wouldn’t have thought possible. Every ridge of his cock that hit that one spot that made your toes curl and eyes roll had you gasping for breath. It was all so much, and yet you wanted more.

  “R-rin….ah, ah so deep-! Ah more, please, please...ah….” As much as you could you pushed back against his powerful hips, squeezing around him so tightly Rindo husked a groan so sexy it went straight to your core. 

“I didn’t know you were such a greedy little slut. What me to fuck you harder? Deeper? Pound my cock in you till this slutty cunt is molded to my shape, hm? That what you want?” He pulled all the way out before slamming back in so roughly you were sure there would be a bruise the next day. And you screamed babbling ‘yes, yes, yes’ over and over until your body seized underneath him.

Rindo hissed already attuned to the signs of your climax after dragging so many out of you this night. His hips rutting into you with the sole purpose of chasing his release. “Fuck *groan* this pussy’s mine now. Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck this cunt whenever I want, aren’t ya?” Suddenly he grabbed your hair, yanking you back and making you groan in pain from the now uncomfortable bend in your back. He dragged his tongue up the side of your neck, moaning obscenely into your ear then shoving your face into the sheets. 

“Feel so good, babydoll. Shit, suckin me in real nice-fuuuck!” He pushed deep inside until he was right up against your womb and came with a heavy, satisfied sigh. Slowly grinding against you until his dick went soft inside and you were stuffed with every last drop of him.

Rindo collapsed beside you, and without him holding your hips up your body slunk down onto the soiled sheets below. But your mind was still far away from the present, still recovering from the series of mind blowing climaxes. Soon you felt something oozing out from your hole and your eyes widened, turning to Rindo in panic. 

“You c-came inside….I-i thought you said you wouldn’t.” What happened if you got pregnant? You weren’t on any birth control, and there’s no way you could afford a child. You let yourself be pulled into his arms, snuggling into his still burning body, slick with sweat and a mix of your bodily fluids but you didn’t care. From in his arms you looked up at him, the look of guilt on his face again making your heart race.

“I tried baby. But you were squeezing me so tight I could pull out in time. Must’a meant you didn’t want me to pull out. Did you? Felt too good, didn’t it?” Well, it did feel good when he was inside - your hole clenched around air from the memory. Was it really your fault? Maybe...Maybe you didn’t want him to pull out. “Besides, bet my little princess is all warm right now. Tummy feels nice and full, yeah?” You nodded slowly along with the sultry whisper of his voice, letting yourself be lulled into how soothing it sounded. “See, I knew you would. We’ll deal with it tomorrow. Now let me see my pretty girl’s smile.”

You giggled, smiling even more when he kissed you. Hands beginning to slowly move along your body, hooking under your knee and pulling it over his hip. Where you felt his dick pressing against your stomach “Not again...I got work tomorrow.”

“Work….Ya don’t need that. I can take care of ya.” His lips moved along your neck and under your jaw. With only minimal resistance you tried to push at his chest, “....no I can’t let you do that.”

“But I want to. Come on, just wanna spoil and take care of my good girl. Besides that place is no good for someone like you. Someone so sweet and delicate like my babydoll.”

You thought for a bit, a pout coming to your face, “....It is scary…”

Rindo nodded, taking your chin in his hands to make you look at him. Finding the way your face scrunched in your efforts to use that dumb little brain of yours. “Hmhm, scary, scary. And I can’t protect you if I’m not there….Oh, unless you like that. Like how those men look at you. How they try to touch you when I’m not there. Like when they fantisize about how they want to fuck my cute little babydoll. You wanna leave me? That it?”

“No! I don’t!” The tears that sprung to your eyes were quickly kissed away by warm lips. And just as easily as he brought you to near hysterics he calmed you down. 

“But if I quit then how will I pay for my apartment or live…”

“You don’t have to worry about anything, babydoll. Just sit pretty on my arm and spread those legs when I tell ya to. But when daddy’s busy you gotta behave. But you’re a big girl, you can do that right?” 

“...yeah…” Rindo chuckled at the airy tone in your voice, and wondered if you even knew what you were saying. “Yeah, I know you can. Because my babydoll’s so smart.” Your eyes glowed from the backhanded praise, a sweet smile coming to your face. “I’ll leave some men with you and give you daddy’s card. Go do what your little heart wants.”

You then felt the head of Rindo’s once again hard cock pushing at your entrance, curling your arms around his neck as you shivered. Both of you sighing when he bottomed out and slowly began rocking. “I’ll even let you move in with me. Just let me take care of everything.” You just nodded, “Ah, ah use your words pretty. Say ‘thank you, daddy’.”

Despite everything you did with him already, and practically signing away any autonomy you had over to him in a single night, you still felt a rush of shame at the name. “Thank….thank you, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He shifted a bit to give him more leverage in his thrust and right before you felt your mind being taken over by the pleasure you heard him say, “I’ll introduce you to my brother later. I think he’ll like you too.”

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love.

a/n: happy valentines day! have this spicy content for now but if you’re looking for high-cocky bastard-suna, this ain’t it. sorry.

word count: 2.3k

genre: smut, nsfw, fluff

warnings: soft dom, orgasm denial

pairing: pro!suna x f!reader

summary: suna got you a gift for your anniversary. wonder why he likes it so much..

“hm? a bracelet?” you take out the shiny jewelry out from the crimson box, inspecting it in your hands. there’s a letter ‘R’ that gleams with its rhinestones and a bell that chimes as you jiggle it. 

“close,” your boyfriend smiles when he catches the fascinated look on your face. “it’s an anklet.”

suna takes the ornament from you and drops down to his knees to fasten it around your ankle. he takes a good look at it, pondering briefly over how he made a good choice to get it for you as an anniversary gift. 

you look over your ankle intriguingly, shaking it slightly to hear the bell ring in response. 

“it’s so pretty!” you beam excitedly and kiss him in thanks as he raises back up on his feet. “then you have to put on the perfume i gave you too.”

suna raises an eyebrow, “perfume?”

“shit–” your hand flies over to cover your mouth instantly by reflex and you shake your head. “i didn’t say that.”

your boyfriend laughs as he takes the nicely wrapped present and shakes it in a feigned attempt to figure the not-so-mysterious content, “gee, i wonder what it could be.”

“oh, i don’t know. guess you have to find out.” you reply in the same sardonic tone, suppressing giggles as you watch him rip off the paper unceremoniously. 

suna blinks once, twice at the box and glances at you before looking back at the box that is engraved with a name that he’s aware to be high end. he’s not very materialistic but he knows for sure that it costs more than you can afford for yourself and the thought of you forking out so much money on it makes his heart swell. 

“well?” you grin sheepishly as you wait for him to say something. 

“babe, this is..” he sighs, brushing a hand through his brown locks. “how did you even–”

“don’t mind that! put it on!” you chide.

suna shakes his head and chuckles as he opens the packaging to pull out the expensive bottle. he takes off the lid and takes a whiff of the manly scent, yet has no idea what the contents are. he guess he should wear it often if you like the scent so much, especially since you’re the one who chose it for him. he sprays the cologne on his wrist and rubs it with the other before applying it on the back of his ears.

you don’t remember how many bottles it took to find the one that you absolutely would like on him but you know you’ve made the right choice when the aroma has proven to suit his character very well; sexy and alluring.

“you smell so fucking good.” you sigh in content as the scent begins to fill your senses.

“is this your way of saying that i always stink?” he forces an offended frown but the slight upturn at the corner of his lips tells you it's only superficial. 

“yeah, you reek. especially after your practice.” you tease before suna envelops you into a warm hug. 

“but i won’t wear it to practice.” he mutters as he caresses your hair gently. “it’s a waste if the guys are the only ones who are going to smell it.”

“that’s fine. you can always wear it around me.”

suna pulls away to look at you, blankly staring at you with his dark and narrow eyes. “and, you shouldn’t be giving me expensive stuff. i won’t even mind if you didn’t get me anything. you’re more than enough for me.”

“but–” 

“no buts.” he places a small kiss on your lips. “still, thank you for this.”

you smile and counter back with a kiss, “happy anniversary, rin. i love you.”

“i love you, too.” he taps your nose with his finger before picking you up off your feet and cradling you in his arms, making you squeal in surprise. “now that we’re done with that, time to put that to the test.” 

“put what to the test?” you look up at him with curiosity as he carries you towards your shared room, leaving the empty plates of your homemade dinner behind. 

“why do you think i got you something with a bell on it?” he grins slyly before throwing you on the bed and causing the bell around your ankle to chime from the result of the impact. 

warmth creeps up to your cheeks as you put one and one together, “you wouldn’t..” 

“oh, yes i will.” suna climbs on top of you, pale yellow irises swirling like flames as he gazes deeply into your eyes before leaning down to slip his tongue past the barrier of your lips in an amorous kiss. your hands find their way to his nape, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

suna swallows down your moans as he hastily works on taking off all his lower garments and grinds his erection against your sex, soothing the throb that he has been keeping inside his pants the moment he put on the ornament around your ankle since his mind just kept on wandering at the thought of how he has been wanting to put it on to good use. 

he breaks the kiss to plant wet, soft kisses down your throat, suckling and nibbling on the sensitive skin that he knows will have you whining underneath him while his large, calloused hands massages your mounds through the flimsy dress. 

“you’re so pretty,” he whispers against the crook of your neck as tugs down the straps off your shoulders and lets it fall on your arms. “i love you so much.”

with a little maneuvering of your arms, you manage to slip out from the band and allow suna to pull down the dress completely. your nipples harden from the cold air yet they find heat once he wraps his lips around one, tongue dancing and circling around the erected tit while he tweaks the other between his thumb and index finger that sends jolt of sensations down to your bundle of nerves.

your lips part in soft, heavy pants while your fingers seek refuge in his dark hair by tugging it lightly before he pulls away with an audible pop to suck on the other. his hand trails down on your inner thigh, drawing circles with his fingertips on the erogenous zone and purposely avoiding from tracing closer to your heated core. 

“rin.” you whine while the bell resounds from underneath as you part your legs wider and buck your hips reflexively. 

“hmm?” narrow, hooded eyes look up at you mischievously from below. suna unlatches his mouth, watching as the nipple perks up harder and becomes more swollen from his ministrations. “you’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

you feel your cheeks warm up, “i don’t know, why don’t you get down and see for yourself?”

“whatever you say, princess.” he chuckles and shifts downwards until his head is settled in the space between your thighs.

“shit, you’re really a mess down here.” he muses, thumb grazing against the dark patch that has formed on the thin fabric. “all from me just sucking your tits?”

suna tugs the sodden garment down, tongue darting out to sweep his bottom lip as his eyes dissolve into red of passion and lust. it’s more intense than you imagined, but an impassioned loop twists in your stomach as you study his next, calculated step. 

shivers of pleasure rushes throughout your body the moment you feel his warm tongue flattening against your wet slits. with skills and practiced strokes, his tongue laps off your slick greedily before teasing and sucking on the throbbing clit. your toes curl and the bell rings as you attempt to close your legs together, but suna spreads them apart from crushing his head.

his lustful gaze fixes up at you, observing every twitch of pleasure and the way your lips part in soft, needy whimpers. you gasp at the abrupt intrusion of his long and slender fingers, yet you gladly welcome him as the muscles clench to keep him within.

“does it feel good?” he whispers, kissing the soft skin of your fleshy thigh when he notices your legs tremble. 

“s-so good, rin.” you mewl, nails digging into the sheets while the fabric crumples in your fists as you find purchase. his fingers curl and drag against the spongy walls, making you keen in excitement that your hips begin to pump desperately to match his rhythm. 

“you’re so needy.” a sense of pride soars in his chest, conscious of how much your pleasure lies in him and only him. he continues rubbing and digging, somewhat in search of something; certainly the spot that he’s aware that’ll make you beg for him hopelessly. and when he finds it, he doesn’t miss the way you tense up and giving him the drive to stroke the same spot mercilessly. 

“shit– right there!” you look like you’d almost cry. the way your hips are jerking uncontrollably is telling him that you’re going to break soon and before that happens, suna draws away his fingers and you immediately throw a scowl his way. 

“what?” his voice is taunting and he wears a smirk of a victor which makes you all the more frustrated. 

you huff, “so mean. on our anniversary night, too.” 

suna lifts himself off you to get out of his shirt. no matter how much you’ve seen him bare and naked, your eyes always marvel over his toned chest and chiseled abs; those he gained along by being a professional athlete since a couple of years ago. you lick your lips to return moisture on dry skin as you watch him pump his throbbing cock in front of you while he puts on an expression of bold seduction.

“you don’t have to look so scared. you wanted to cum so bad, didn’t you?” he sneers, obviously confident over how thick his cock is and how it can stretch your tiny little hole so good.

you roll your eyes playfully, retorting in a snarky tone, “oh, i’m so scared. please don’t put that thing inside me!”

his lips curl into an amusing smile, finding it endearing how you played along with his pretense. “don’t worry, i’ll treat my princess very gently.” 

suna leans down to lick a fat strip of your essence and mixes with his saliva before propping up on his knees and dragging your body closer to him by the waist. he carefully throws the leg adorned with his gift on his shoulder and kisses on the side of your knee before fixing his dark gaze downwards, where he slowly guides and observes the way his cockhead slowly disappears into your dripping entrance. 

a low grunt rumbles in his chest as the walls suck him in deeper, clamping around him like a vice and refusing to let go as he continues to bury his cock deeper inside your pussy. your eyes flutter close, lips part slightly as you revel the way he stretches you while the veins and ridges brush against your muscles deliciously. 

“so good for me, princess.” he praises with a sharp breath, having you completely filled to the brim before he finally snaps his hips and making your body jolt in return. his pace is unforgiving and with the angle he has set you in, his tip keeps on pounding against your cervix. 

the slapping of your skins fills the cold air, mingling with the sounds of your moans and the erratic chimes from your bell that he was so eager about. an unknowing grin etches on your lover’s lips as every jingle that fills his ear fuels up his ego and he finds himself to pound into you faster while the sounds behind him follow in accordance.

“hah– rin– so deep!” your orgasm is quick to build up from the prior interruption, the muscles in your stomach begins to tighten and your legs quiver. 

“you hear that, baby? the bell telling you how hard i’m fucking you right now.“ he rams his cock senselessly to make the bell jingle wilder in a way to prove his point.

“rin– i–” 

“baby wanna cum?” he coos, smirking down at you as the image of your writhing body ingrains in his mind.

you nod your head affirmatively, face contorting in one that expresses bliss as your mind swirls with excessive gratification. yet your eyes snap open as soon as you feel a sharp sting on your thigh. 

he releases the pliant skin from between his teeth, “use your words, princess.” 

“please–” you let out a broken cry. “wanna cum–” your toes curl with anticipation as you will yourself from coming undone before you are granted to do so.

“that’s– fuck– better.” he grunts, thrusts turning sporadic as you begin to squeeze and clamp down on him. “then cum, baby. you deserve it.”

suna brings up his thumb to your aching bud, generously pressing tight circles in order to push you over the edge and a wave of pleasure washes throughout your body as you moan his name in a chant. your pussy gushes around his cock, which makes it all more stimulating for the male and he pounces harder through your high in pursuit of his own orgasm while the noisy rings from the bell soon becomes white noise.

“that’s it– you feel so fucking good.” he feels his balls tightening before his cock twitches and he bites roughly on your leg as he shoots warm load inside your tight cunt. you squeal from the pain, wiggling your leg away and he completely lets go. 

he chuckles lightly and gently rubs the dents on your skin, “sorry.” 

once he’s sure he has emptied, he pulls out his softening cock and finds his place next to your warm body. you turn to face your lover and he gladly welcomes you into his warm embrace. 

“i love you.” he whispers, pushing aside the damp and matted hair from your face to place a soft kiss on your forehead. 

you hum in content, vision darkening as he continues to play with your hair soothingly while the sound of his heartbeat sings you a lullaby. “i love you, too.”

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