#CLUBBING

[leaslichoma]

Apparently in China peach wood (Along with the rest of the plant) is believed to have properties that repel evil spirits, a little similar to silver in European legends or iron for both European fae and West Asian/Middle eastern Jinn. Taoists sometimes keep swords made of peach wood because of this. This made me realize something. If you took a peach wood stick, and attached studs to it of both silver and iron you'd end up with a club or staff (or mace, flail etc.) that would have the weaknesses of many kinds of supernatural creatures while still retaining effectiveness as a normal weapon (peach is a hardwood and silver's poor edge retention doesn't matter for studs). You could even keep adding new stud materials to get something ridiculous that affects over 120 catalogued folkloric monsters. Since you just need a few little studs you could even get some really expensive materials like meteoric iron (a thumb tip sized meteorite can still cost like 10-20 bucks I think). I could somewhat feasibly make a weapon that affects every monster ever thought to walk the earth, from vampires and werewolves to jinn and jiangshi and even mankind.

[vintage-tigre]

Madonna dancing at a Parisian nightclub, 1990

[incognitopolls]

Anon doesn't enjoy clubbing at all, but wants to hear about the other side, if that side exists on the introvert website.

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[gleafer]

A snippet from my 80s romcom comic that’ll debut on my Patreon/Gleafer this spring!

Girls just wanna have fun, yo!

[xo100]

Club - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: You bump into Lando Norris at a club, sparking a flirty connection. After a fun night, you exchange numbers.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1324

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The club was buzzing with music, flashing lights, and laughter as Lando Norris and his best friend, Max Fewtrell, strolled inside, soaking up the electric atmosphere of Monaco's nightlife. They’d become regulars at the hottest clubs, both enjoying the release and freedom that came with an adrenaline-filled F1 season.

Tonight, though, felt a little different. Lando wasn’t quite sure why yet, but he could feel it. Maybe it was the energy in the air, maybe it was the fact that the Monaco Grand Prix was just around the corner, or maybe it was something��or someone—he hadn’t met yet.

Max had already gravitated towards the bar, ordering shots for them both. Lando, more on the relaxed side that night, looked around the dance floor. Bodies were moving to the beat, swaying under the neon lights, but he wasn’t ready to join in just yet. “ You good, mate?” Max grinned as he handed Lando a drink, already buzzing from the energy and a few earlier rounds.

“Yeah, just checking things out,” Lando replied, scanning the dance floor.

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On the other side of the club, you and your best friend were lost in the moment, dancing together to the beat of the music, laughing and cheering each other on. It was one of those nights where everything felt carefree, where nothing mattered except the moment. The crowd was thick, and with the music pulsing through your veins, you didn’t notice the space around you shrinking.

That is, until you accidentally bumped into someone.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry!” you exclaimed, looking up at the guy whose back you had just collided with.

Lando turned around, slightly startled, but when his eyes met yours, his expression softened into an easy smile. “No worries at all,” he replied, his voice barely audible over the booming music. His accent was unmistakable—British, smooth—and somehow comforting. For a split second, you were caught off guard. You didn’t realize who he was at first, just that he had the kind of grin that made you feel like everything was instantly better.

Max, who had witnessed the entire interaction, nudged Lando with a teasing look. “Looks like someone’s making new friends.” You laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “I swear, I didn’t mean to hit you.”

Lando chuckled. “Well, if it was on purpose, that’s one way to get my attention.” His eyes sparkled under the club lights, and you felt your cheeks heat up. “Guess it worked, then,” you said, a playful smile tugging at your lips.

“Definitely.” Lando stepped a little closer, the music thumping in the background as the two of you stood there, your friends momentarily forgotten. “You come here often?”

You shrugged, still smiling. “Not really. Just here for a fun night with my friend.” Lando glanced toward your best friend, who was still dancing, then back at you. “Seems like you’re having a good time.”

“Yeah, and I think I just made it better by bumping into you.”

Max, who had been listening in, couldn’t help but laugh loudly, slapping Lando on the back. “Mate, she’s good! You’re gonna have to keep up.” Lando shot him a look, but there was no hiding his grin. He was intrigued by you, by the ease of the conversation, and how natural it felt to be standing there talking like you’d known each other forever. Usually, nights out were fun, but they blurred together. But tonight? You had somehow made it stand out.

“Do you wanna dance?” Lando asked, raising an eyebrow.

You felt a spark of excitement flicker in your chest, but you played it cool. “Are you sure you can keep up with me?”

His competitive streak kicked in, and Lando smirked. “Oh, I think I can handle it.”

With a playful nudge, you both moved onto the dance floor, joining the crowd as the DJ switched the track to something a little faster, a little more intense. You could feel Lando’s presence next to you, the warmth of his body as the two of you moved in sync to the music. His eyes never left yours, and every time you looked over, he had that same cheeky grin plastered on his face. He wasn’t the best dancer—not by a long shot—but the fact that he didn’t care made it even more fun. He let loose, spinning you around with a laugh, not caring if he got the steps wrong or if he bumped into someone else. You couldn’t help but laugh along with him, the two of you lost in the moment.

Max, on the sidelines, gave a thumbs-up to Lando before disappearing back toward the bar to give his friend some space.

As the night went on, you and Lando kept dancing, joking, and sharing easy conversation in between songs. At one point, you found yourself standing off to the side, catching your breath while the music pumped around you. “I have to ask,” you said, tilting your head as you looked up at him. “Do you always meet girls by having them bump into you?”

Lando laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, it’s a first. But I think I’m gonna make it a thing now.”

“You should,” you teased. “Works like a charm.”

The conversation flowed easily, and Lando felt a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the heat of the club. There was something about you—something he couldn’t quite put into words. Maybe it was your sense of humor, or the way you didn’t seem fazed by who he was, treating him like anyone else. Whatever it was, he liked it.

“I’m Lando, by the way,” he said after a beat, extending his hand with a smile.

“I know,” you admitted, shaking his hand. “I recognized you after a few seconds. I just didn’t want to be that person who says it right away.”

“Well, I appreciate that,” Lando said, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand before he let it go.

“And I’m Y/N,” you added with a soft smile.

“I like it,” Lando said, his voice quieter now as the music shifted to something slower, the lights dimming around you both.

For a moment, everything seemed to fall away. It was just the two of you in that crowded club, standing a little too close but neither of you caring. You could feel the pull between you, something unspoken but undeniable. Lando hesitated for a second, then leaned down slightly, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke.

“So, Y/N,” he began, his eyes locking onto yours, “what do I have to do to see you again?”

You felt your heart skip a beat, surprised by the question but also thrilled. You hadn’t expected anything from tonight—just a fun night out with your friend—but here you were, Lando Norris standing in front of you, asking for more time with you.

“Well,” you replied, biting your lip as you pretended to think it over. “I’d say don’t let me bump into anyone else tonight, and we can call it a deal.”

Lando laughed, shaking his head. “Deal.”

As the night drew on, the two of you stayed together, talking and laughing like you’d known each other for much longer than just a few hours. And as the club started to empty and the night air cooled, Lando realized that tonight had been different. It had been more than just a usual night out in Monaco. And as he walked you outside to make sure you got home safely, he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was the start of something unexpected, something exciting.

You exchanged numbers before parting ways, a soft promise hanging in the air between you both that this wouldn’t be the last time. And as Lando watched you disappear into the night, he couldn’t help but smile.

This was just the beginning.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; Thank you for readying! I hope you enjoyed it!

[lechrts]

Change. ✷ Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Friend!reader

Summary: When you look a little too good for a night clubbing out with Lando and friends.

Word Count: 2.3k

Disclaimer/s: suggestive??? ish… POSSESIVE!LANDO. kinda made me AUUUUGGGH when writing.

Vera’s Voice! I MEAN what i said about making me AUUUGGGHH when writing. cuz ohhhh boy. there’s probs plenty of things like this out there but 👅 wassuhhhh. hope u enjoy!!! ^_^

Lando had been sitting on your couch for the past thirty minutes, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he waited for you to finish getting ready. You’d already told him “five more minutes” three times now, and he was growing restless.

“Come onnnnn!” You could hear his irritated groan from down the hall. “Max and them are already there, I’m getting gray hairs!” He complained.

“Alright! Alright!” A small laugh escaped your lips as you were coincidentally walking out of your room, ready as ever. “I’m done!” Your voice rang out as you rummaged through your purse, double checking and making sure you had every essential needed for tonight.

With another exaggerated sigh, he shot up from his spot and glanced from his phone lazily, ready to toss out some sarcastic quip about you taking ages—until his eyes landed on you.

His jaw nearly dropped.

You were wearing a figure-hugging black mini skirt that left little to the imagination. Your red top sat delicately on your shoulders, the hem ending just a bit higher than what Lando would have preferred. Paired with black boots, your hair and makeup perfectly done, you looked… well, effortlessly stunning.

He blinked once. Then twice.

“Uh…” He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Wow.”

You frowned, pausing in the middle of adjusting your top. “What? Do I look bad?”

His eyes widened, shooting up to yours as he quickly shook his head. “Oh—No! Noo. No, no, no. Not bad at all.”

You raised a brow as he stammered over his words, his face growing increasingly red. “No?”

“No,” He muttered again, scratching the back of his neck. His gaze flickered down and back up quickly, as if he couldn’t help himself but glance at every inch of you. “You look… really good. Like, really good.”

The corner of your lips tugged into a shy smile. “Oh. Well… thank you!”

For some reason, Lando didn’t smile back. Instead, his expression tightened slightly, his brows furrowing in the faintest way.

“But um..” He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. “Are you… uh—Ahem.” His voice cracked mid sentence. “Are you sure you wanna go out in that?”

The question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off.

And it was about to go off.

On him.

You squinted your eyes before quirking a brow and crossing your arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lando winced. “Nothing bad! It’s just… y’know. The club can get a little… wild. And I just… it’s a bit—” He gestured vaguely at your outfit.

“It’s a bit what?” You tilted your head, challenging him.

“Short,” He said finally, almost inaudibly. “It’s short.”

“Lando.” You stared at him in disbelief, eyes now wide as your raised your brows. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m just saying!” He lifted his hands defensively. “You don’t wanna deal with guys being weird or staring at you like—like—”

“Like what?” You cut him off, glaring. “Like how you’re staring at me right now?”

Lando’s cheeks flushed. “I’m not staring!”

“You are.” You stepped forward, amused now as you watched him squirm. “Pig.”

“Come on! Don’t be like that!” Lando sighed. “You—you know what I mean..” He wasn’t sure how to word anything at the moment.

“Are you flustered, Lando Norris?”

“Wha—pSsshhh. No.” He scoffed, looking anywhere but at you.

“Liar.”

“I’m not!”

“Uh-huh.” You smirked, leaning closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.

“You’re acting weird,” You teased, poking his chest lightly. “What, you don’t like my outfit?”

“That’s not it,” Lando mumbled, eyes finally meeting yours. Something in his expression softened, his voice quieter when he added, “It’s because I do like it.. Like a lot.”

For a moment, you froze, your heart skipping a beat.

“Oh…”

Well, that caught you off guard.

Lando shifted closer now, his usual cheeky grin replaced with something more serious, more… tender.

“I just… I don’t like the thought of every guy in the club looking at you like you’re…” He trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Like I’m what?” you prompted softly.

“Like you’re something they can just have,” He said, his voice steady this time.

“Because you’re not.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The way he looked at you—intense and unguarded—made your skin warm.

“Well, it’s not like you have to worry about that,” You said quietly, trying to ignore how flustered you felt under his gaze. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can.” His lips tugged into a small smile. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

You stared at him for a beat, your heart pounding against your ribs. “Good thing I dressed for myself and not for you!” A cheeky grin played at your lips.

“Oh, come on.” He shut his eyes tightly and let out a wide smiled laugh.

“Are you jealous?” You asked, testing him.

He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he let out another sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again.

“Maybe,” He admitted softly.

You blinked. You really hadn’t expected that.

“…You’re jealous!” You repeated, a teasing grin breaking across your face as your voice was practically taunting.

Lando groaned, tipping his head back dramatically as if to escape the moment entirely. “I said maybe,” He muttered, voice muffled, cheeks turning impossibly redder.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, though the sound felt tighter than you wanted it to. Something about the way he looked at you—the way his eyes burned into yours with that soft intensity—had your stomach twisting, your pulse quickening.

“You’re crazy,” You murmured, stepping back just slightly to give yourself some breathing room. It was stupid how much his gaze had affected you—how much he affected you.

“Yeah, well…” Lando sighed, his expression shifting to something unreadable. He glanced down at the floor for a second before looking up at you again, his voice quieter now. “I just don’t want anyone thinking they’ve got a chance with you… when they don’t.”

And now.

Your heart stopped.

Huh?

The air in the room thickened, and you suddenly felt hyper-aware of every inch of yourself—of him. You swallowed hard, feeling your throat dry up.

“Why… why would it matter if they did?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, a challenge wrapped in curiosity.

Lando stepped toward you this time, closing the distance you’d put between you two. “Because I can’t have people embarrass themselves,” He said simply, his words heavy, deliberate.

Your breath hitched. He was close now—close enough that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him, close enough that your knees felt dangerously weak. Your mind screamed at you to say something, anything, to break the tension.

But then he tilted his head just slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet yours.

You froze.

“Lando.” You started, your voice shaky, but you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” His voice was so low it sent shivers down your spine. “Tell me you’d let anyone in the club have a chance with you.”

You blinked, stunned. “I—I mean, that’s not—”

“That’s not what?” He murmured. There was barely an inch between you now, his body heat radiating onto you like a fire you couldn’t escape. He was looking at you like he was waiting for something, like he was daring you.

You felt dizzy, caught in the push and pull of whatever the hell this was.

“You don’t get to decide what I do,” You managed to say, though your voice was far weaker than you’d intended.

“I know.” His eyes softened, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. “But you know, I’d kill any guy who even looked at your way tonight.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. You couldn’t think straight—not with the way he was looking at you, not with the way he stood so close.

“You’re insane,” You whispered finally, though the words held no real weight.

Lando grinned. “Yeah? Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Oh.

Your heart stuttered.

God damnit.

You knew you should say something snarky—something to diffuse this unbearable tension that had your body practically buzzing. But you couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

Instead, you looked up at him through your lashes, your voice soft when you finally spoke.

“…Maybe I like it when you get jealous.”

Lando stilled, his expression faltering for half a second before his lips curved into something that was far too dangerous—a mix of smug and something else that you couldn’t quite name.

“Careful,” He whispered, his voice dropping into something almost husky, “or I’ll start thinking you have a little crush on me.”

The room felt like it was spinning now, and the tension between you both was so palpable you were sure you could reach out and touch it.

“And what if I do?” You shot back, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look anywhere but at his lips.

For a moment, everything was silent. And then—

“Then I’d say I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out.”

Your breath hitched, your pulse pounding so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else. Lando’s words hung in the air like a loaded promise, and the way he looked at you—eyes dark, jaw tight—sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re so full of yourself,” You whispered, but your voice cracked, betraying you completely.

“Am I?” His lips tugged into a slow, teasing smirk, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were serious. “Because I think I’m just being honest.”

You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body screaming at you to move, to say something, to do something.

But you couldn’t.

You were frozen, stuck under the weight of him and the truth of what he’d just said.

“I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out.”

The worst part was you knew it was true. You’d felt this coming for months—maybe even longer—and you’d been avoiding it, brushing it off as nothing more than harmless banter.

But now, standing here with him so close, with his words replaying in your head like a song you couldn’t shake, it was impossible to deny.

Your silence stretched on, the tension between you growing tighter and tighter, winding like a coil ready to snap.

“Say something,” Lando murmured, his voice soft now, his tone almost… pleading.

You blinked up at him, your own voice barely a whisper. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you’re done pretending.” He stepped impossibly closer, the tips of his shoes brushing yours. “That you feel it too.”

Your heart thudded painfully, your breath catching in your throat. His words shouldn’t have made you this weak—this vulnerable—but they did.

Because you did feel it. The magnetic pull toward him, the way your skin lit up when he was near, the way he could unravel you with just a look.

Finally, you found your voice. “I’m not pretending.”

Lando exhaled, almost like he’d been holding his breath, his gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. His hand hovered at his side, his fingers flexing like he was resisting the urge to reach for you.

“Good.” He smirked faintly, but his voice was serious when he added, “Then let’s get one thing straight.”

You arched a brow, trying to mask how shaky your legs felt. “And what’s that?”

“You’re not leaving my side tonight.”

You blinked, surprised by the possessive edge to his voice. “Lando—”

“Non-negotiable.” He cut you off, his hand finally moving to rest at your waist—light, cautious, but firm enough that you felt its weight. “I meant what I said earlier. I don’t trust anyone else in there. So if we’re doing this—if you’re mine—”

“Yours?” You interrupted, though your voice was breathless now, the single word escaping before you could stop it.

Lando grinned, the kind of grin that made you feel like the ground had been pulled out from under you. “Yeah. Mine.” His thumb brushed against the hem of your top, the small movement sending a jolt through you.

“And I don’t share.”

You couldn’t breathe. It was like every word out of his mouth was knocking the wind out of you, leaving you reeling.

You should’ve pushed him away—told him he was being ridiculous and that you could handle yourself.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you whispered, “Fine.”

Lando’s grin softened into something warmer—something real—as his hand tightened ever so slightly around your waist. “Fine?”

“Fine,” You repeated, your voice steadying as you looked up at him. “But if you’re going to stay glued to my side all night, you better not embarrass me.”

Lando laughed, the sound sending warmth flooding through your chest. “No promises.”

You wanted to argue, to push back and tell him he couldn’t just claim you like that. But you couldn’t—because deep down, some part of you wanted it.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to steady your racing heart. “You’re a little too confident, aren’t you?” You muttered, though the bite in your words was weakened by the way your voice trembled.

Lando’s grin softened into something that made your knees weak. “Not confident. Just sure.” His gaze flickered across your face—your lips, your eyes—and for a brief moment, he hesitated. Then, as if unable to hold back, he added quietly,

“And for the record, I’ve always thought you were beautiful. Not just tonight.”

The sincerity in his voice knocked the air from your lungs. He said it so simply, so effortlessly, like it was a fact he’d been carrying with him for far too long. And yet, it left you speechless, your mind spinning.

You stared at him, trying to process his words—trying to process him. “Always?” You whispered, like you needed confirmation that you hadn’t imagined it.

Lando held your gaze, his expression soft but unwavering. “Always.”

And just like that, the moment broke—but the tension lingered.

He didn’t let go of you as you finally grabbed the last bit of your things and headed for the door. In fact, his hand never once left your waist, his touch burning into you in the best way possible.

And as you stepped into the night, surrounded by the hum of music and people, you realized something:

You weren’t pretending anymore.

And neither was he.

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tags! @planetpedri @halfwayhearted @wdcbox

[facts-i-just-made-up]

I know I shouldn't have googled him after all these years but it's no surprise Sgnörvu owns a cybertruck and trades crypto now:

That slimy asshole, some eldritch beings get everything handed to them in life.

[sapphosdesires]

Back inside the club things were hotting up

[st44rgirlxo]

clubbing with katsuki is always fun

as you add the finishing touches to your makeup. katsuki walks into your shared room. he leans against the door frame watching you.

“are you almost done you’ve been doing your makeup for hours, we need to leave” he growls

“ok ok geez im almost done hold on”

“your not even changed yet, your still have my shirt on”

ignoring him you get up and pick up the clothes laid down on your bed and head to the bathroom.

after a few minutes you walk out in a black mini skirt and a dark red halter top. grabbing your keys and purse you walk out to the living room.

katsuki is sitting on the couch with his phone in his hands mindlessly scrolling on his phone.

“fuck you look good ma”

you smile and kiss him. his hands make their way to your waist. the kiss starts to get heated but you pull away before it goes any further.

“babe we need to go cmon”’

“tch, we don’t even have to go let’s just stay here”

“we can’t and you know that kats”

he grumbles and gets up anyway. as he grabs his car keys he grabs his coat.

“bring a sweater your gonna get cold”

“no i don’t need one beside it would ruin my outfit and my tits look so good in this top”

“whatever don’t come crying to me when your freezing”

you both walk out the door and get in katsukis car. once you get in you start touching up your makeup in the car mirror. he bought you one that lights up.

his hands make his way to rest on your thigh. occasionally squeezing it. you hold his hand and caress it with his thumb.

as your arrive to the nightclub you spotted your friends walking in. you both get out of the car and instantly the cool wind hits you.

the second you walk up to your friends shots are immediately handed to you and katsuki “fuckkk yeah” you pour a shot in your mouth like it’s water

just by the looks of it katsuki knew he was going to have to be taking extra care of you tonight.

he was almost in awe becuase of how you took drink after drink, but he knew he was gonna have to stop you soon before your threw up or somthing.

“that’s enough y/n.”

“whattt your no fun katsuki” you say as your slurring your words

“I LOVE THIS SONG!!” “here hold my heels kats”

you quickly take off your heels and run barefoot to the dance floor, tripping multiple times.

he watches as you dance with all your friends but something was off, the look on your face looked like you were about to throw up.

“we’re leaving now”

he slides a hand around your waist and sits you down to put your heels on. as you walk out of the club he rubs your back in a reassuring way

“you need to learn to pace yourself”

“yeahyeah whatever” you say leaning against him

he opens the car door for you, helping you sit down, and shutting it after you get it.

you fall asleep in the car ride home

you look so beautiful katsuki couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping figure

he drapes his sweater he brought just for you over you

“i love you”

idk if I like this 😟😟 but should I lowkey do a hangover part??

requests are opennnn🙌🙌

[lacemyribbons]

“I am the girl who drifts through pages like a whisper, a cup of tea cradled in her hands, as the world fades and the stories brew deep within her soul, warm and endless.”

[webdiggerxxx]

꧁★꧂

[theyrealllesbians]

Whenever Jegulus and co. go clubbing, Regulus is always happily surprised by the fact that no weirdos came up to him the entire night. What he doesn't know is that no matter where he is, James has eyes on Regulus and will send a very threatening look to anyone who even glances at him. If that doesn't work- which it often doesn't- James is always very ready to swoop in and deliver a quick "keep moving mate" to keep everyone at bay.

James will do whatever he can to make it so Regulus has the best night he can, even if that means he nearly gets into 3 fights every time they go out. He wouldn't trade it at all

[xxxximmm]

Hmm, maybe I should wear this to club the next time 👀

[girlwbloodsugar]

[jammiee097]

Night out

Summary: You and your two friend went out for a night at the club, not knowing were you would end up ..

Warnings: Bestfriend! Han x reader, Bestfriend! Jeongin x reader, toilet sex, p in v, unprotected sex, 2 guys in the same night, FWB, perv! jeong!n x reader, Car sex, kinda public sex, I think that was it, let me know if I forgot something

Enjoy!!!

it was supposed to be any other night out, you would go out with your best mates, Jeongin and Han and just have fun through the evening.

You didn't know if it was the alchol, the many shots you guys have or the wat they were wearing, but you got extremely horny from the two of them. So horny that exactly 20 minutes later you would be riding Han's dick in the club bathroom..

it all happened when "Ride from Sir mix-a-lot" came on and you started pushing your butt against Han, it was just dancing you told yourselfs, it was just dancing that his hands came on your hips. him enjoying thay lovely ass of yours against his dick. it made him feel euphoric. it was just dancing you told yourselfs when you looked him in the eyes and said the line "I wanna ride, Ride" and he felt his dick twich in his pants. it was just dancing you told yourselfs when you two were so close against each other the only thing you could do was look at each other and just breath really fast.

it wasn't just dancing you found out when you made out with Han in the bathroom of the club. His lips so soft and warm against yours, almost falling onto the floor from all the tension between you and him. He would moan softly on your lips when your hands touched his chest, or his lower belly. He stopped the kiss when your hand found its hardened crotch. He would moan softly into your ear, wanting to bite and lick every part of your body.

You giggled and putted him on the toilet. He pushed down his pants and underwear. his dick jumping out of his tight boxers. You gasp a little because of the length your best friend had. something you thought you would never see of him. You slide down your panties and positioned yourself down on his dick, your hands finding his shoulders, his hands on your waist, still feeling the soft fabric of your short dress. the dress that made him secrectly inlove with you when he saw you.

He moans at the sudden touch of your insides. "Fuck y/n, your so - Ah - tight." He moans and faces the ceiling. the light flickering at the same tempo you were going down on him. You moaned out his name, making him moan again.

You ride him softly, almost to gentle. Teasing Han with your tempo, you rode little circles on his dick, your own pleasure so much you forgot about him. His hands squeezed your waist a little, he got frustrated from your slow movements. "Yeah were not gonna do that.." He says and moves his hands to your ass and pulls you up a little, just enough for him to fuck into you hard enough to make you both lose control of everything.

You were a moaning mess, His mess. "You feel, so, so, Fuck I'm gonna cum.." He whispers into your ear slightly biting on your earlobe. You moaned his name enough for him to go faster. his moans turning into cries, as fast as he went in and out of you, he came in your dripping cunt. "Fuck baby, if I knew this earlier, I would've made you my fwb." He whispers and kisses you.

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you went back to the dancefloor like nothing happened. Jeongin, your other bestfriend wasn't supposed to know what just happened in that bathroom. He would get jealous of Han, he would get jealous because secretly he had a crush on you since he met you in highschool 5 years ago, he would get jealous because he jerked off to the sound of you pleasing yourself with the vibrator he saw you buy secretly online. He would get jealous because he would do your laundry so he could steal one of your panties to leave his freshly cum into it.

But maybe you wanted him to be jealous, so jealous he would fuck you rough in his car that you guys came into for the club. Maybe you wanted him to kiss you all over your body, not leaving any skin for him not to touch. Maybe you wanted him fucking you from behind, slapping your ass, moaning your name. Maybe you wanted him to eat you out in that car because you always imagined your vibrator as his tongue eating you out, flicking your clit.

Maybe you guys both wanted each other and it was finally clear this evening. Otherwhise you two wouldn't be kissing against his car, the club music playing silently in the background. Almost ripping each others clothes off wanting to be in each other, wanting to feel each other. you'd moan into the kiss leaving him smirking against the kiss. you would fall onto the backseat of his car, only wearing your bra and panties, his lips going over your lips, neck, collarbone, tits, sucking on your nipples, kissing your stomach. literally putting butterflies into your stomach and then removing your panties with his teeth.

Jeongin turned you around and pulled down his pants. closing the door of his car. He placed his dick at your entrance, just teasing you, teasing himself before enjoying the best cunt he had in years. The cunt he wanted for years, but not years. "Fuck baby.." He'd moan finally entering you. he would kiss your back, leaving a trail of saliva onto it.

It wouldn't take minutes for him to speed up. he wanted to start slow, knowing you had your problems, but he couldn't hold himself in, he needed you, he could finally give you the world and orgasm you deserved. "Let me fuck you like your deserve princess." He would say, slappig your ass, crapping onto it and speeding up. You'd moan out loud, almost gagging onto your moans. he went so fast and deep your could cum any minute, No, Second.

He spread your butt cheeks allowing him to go deeper and harder into you. "Baby you feel so good.." He'd moan. You placing your hand on the window that was fogged, wanting to hold onto something.

"I'm gonna.. Fuck- Im gonna." you started wanting to make clear you were gonna cum on his dick. "I know I know, cum for me baby." He would say against your back, kissing it again, not getting enough of you. "Me too." He would moan, getting slower and sloppy. Jeongin and you would cum at the same time, something that never happened in both of your lives. making it feel so special. "Oh my god.." He says and turns you around. Kissing you with his soft lips. "This is not gonna be the last time princess, no way."