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LOVE LOST - L. HEESEUNG

Pairing: Heeseung x fem reader!
Warnings: smut, angst, crying, protected sex, alcohol, toxic relationship dynamics.
WC: 3k+
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You were at the club, the one you and your ex-heeseung used to frequent. Your back was turned while you talked to your friends with a smile on your face and definitely not a thought of your no-good ex.
But that changed when you heard his voice come from directly behind you. "Didn't expect to see you here." There it was, the voice you used to be so in love with, the voice that used to sing you lullabies before bed, the voice that guided you through countless orgasms.
It was unmistakably your ex-heeseung.
You pretended you didn't hear it and kept your back turned, that is, until he spoke again to attract your attention. Little did he know you heard it the first time and were intentionally not paying attention to him.
"Ignoring me now sweety? That's cold" you hear him chuckle behind you and the sound made goosebumps rise on your skin.
You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm yourself as your friends tried to tell him to leave, but of course, his stubborn drunk ass wasn't budging.
"Let the lady speak for herself," he says, turning his head toward your friends, whose names he can't remember right now. They roll their eyes at him, but he couldn't care less. "As I was saying, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight, princess."
"Can't say the same," you replied harshly. When you used to date, you both practically lived at parties and clubs, not because you wanted to be there but because he did. He'd always pursued you to come with him, always saying it was no fun without you.
"Ouch," he chuckles drunkenly. You can feel his warm breath fanning your neck, and your whole body shivers. "Anyways, I remember you couldn't stand parties," he talks to your back.
"Yet you always dragged me along," you replied, taking a sip of your drink as your friends giggled at your comeback.
"Come on, you loved it," he ignored your friends, leaning down next to your ear. "Especially when we'd dance the way you'd grind up against me, making me so fucking hard that I'd have to take you to my car and fuck you in the parking lot."
Your friends couldn't help but audibly gasp, and your cheeks heated up with embarrassment as they now knew what you and him always used to leave parties so early for. "Enough," you whispered.
"No, I don't think that's enough, princess. I need you to remember fully how you'd drag your nails down my chest and moan my name loudly while you bounced up and down on my dic-"
You finally turned around placing a hand on his chest. "Stop" he smiled and he only kept going.
"I can give you a refresher if you want." he smirked.
"Heeseung, seriously, stop it." You grit through your teeth, the air becoming more awkward because your friends are watching.
"You want me to stop?" He asked, liquor shining on his soft pink lips. "I will if you come to my car."
"You're crazy," you scoffed, turning away from him and ignoring his presence.
"Crazy for you~," he said in a sing-song tone before drifting back into the crowd somewhere you didn't see.
You took a deep breath, feeling relieved that he actually just left you alone and didnât pester you like he used to.
Your friends didn't mention anything that was said, and you were grateful for that.
Going back to the conversation, you got immersed, having a few drinks in between. You never liked parties, but since heeseung took you, you became accustomed to them somewhat, allowing your friends to take you to a few, and you actually started to enjoy yourself.
Not even half an hour later, you receive a text from your ex, and you're cursing yourself for not blocking him, but sadly, that piece of trash still had a hold on you.
My ex đ: come outside.
That's all it said, along with an attachment, a video with the flash on, the camera positioned in front of his dick as he stroked it slowly, precum shining on the pinkish tip as you heard his soft breathâs in the background. Luckily, your friends were having a conversation and didn't hear him.
You clenched your thighs tightly and shut your phone off, quickly turning it face down.
You were not about to fall into that trap.
Not again.
But heeseung had other plans as you talked to your friends.
My exđ: Please, I'm so hard I don't know what to do without you.
He sent back-to-back text, making it harder for you to say no.
My exđ: Only you know how to make me feel better.
Heeseung was struggling more than struggling. His chest felt tight, his breath heavy as he played with his length, trying to cum but he couldn't. He tossed his head back against his seat, pumping slower and faster, toying with his tip the way you used to, but nothing worked, and he grew frustrated, looking at the door to the club, hoping you'd come out soon.
My exđ: Fuck y/n, I'm begging you, can't cum without you, please.
He sent the text along with another video with shaky hands, his heart pounding in his chest from arousal.
He tried everything, knowing how much you used to like when he'd send you risky videos or text while you were at work which usually resulted in you coming home early, but apparently, it wasn't working anymore cause you weren't answering even though it clearly said "seen."
You'd muted his texts, but you were too weak. Your hand itched to check your phone and see if he was still at it, and you weren't surprised to see that he was.
Two more messages and another attachment.
You titled your phone to the side to play the video. His dick was fully hard, helplessly twitching against his stomach, dripping precum.
You hated how your body still reacted when he begged you like that when he made it seem like you were the only thing he needed, yet the very next day, he'd neglect you, but stupidly, you kept going back for more.
And unfortunately tonight was no different as you grabbed your purse saying a quick bye to your friends before heading outside.
You knew they'd chastise you tomorrow, but right now, your body ached for your ex-boyfriend's dick.
Heeseung was about to call it quits, thinking you'd actually given up on him this time, but just then, he saw you coming out from the building, and he couldn't have been more excited.
You came around to the front door doing it how you always did, climbing inside and sitting on his lap. "You made it," he said with a cocky smile reclining his seat back.
"Shut up," you replied.
"Yes, mam," he giggled softly, hands on your thighs, pushing up your dress. "Missed this," he murmured, squeezing your thighs softly. "Missed you."
"I said s-shut up," you stuttered, feeling his touch once again. It's only been maybe two months since you'd last fucked him, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss it too.
"I remember you used to love my voice so much. Now, you don't want to hear me."
"You're pretty bad at listening, aren't you?" You say, placing your hands on his chest.
"That's nothing new for you. You made sure to tell me that every day the month we broke up," he recalled.
"Was it not true?" You said, resting flat against him, your covered core resting on his dick, making his breath stutter.
"It w-was, but not anymore if you give me a ch-"
"Stop, you didn't call me to make up. You called me to fuck, so fuck me, hee," you say, growing tired of him always trying to explain why things didn't work out between you two.
"You were always so smart," not smart enough to stay away from him, though.
He held your lower back, pressing you down on his cock. "Hmm, rub yourself on it, baby."
You did, rolling your hips and rubbing your pussy on his dick while he put his hands behind his head, enjoying the show.
You put your hands firmly on his chest, rutting against his cock, fisitng his shirt, your clit getting stimulated perfectly. "Fuckâ you breathed, eyes rolling in your head.
He smiled in awe at you, watching your body move in ways that always made him feel so good. "Go on, move those little panties to the side. I know you're dying to feel it."
Shamelessly you pushed them to the side, your wet heat coming in contact with his bare cock.
"Oh fuckâ he groans, feeling you sliding up and down his cock with your slick warm pussy.
You threw your head back, bucking into him.
"You're gonna cum, aren't you? Just from humping me," he says cockily, and your breath grows quicker, heart thumping. He's right, and you hate the way he knows your body so well.
You leaned against him, panting in his ear. "Hee," you moaned his name softly, hands pulling his black shirt as your hips grew tired and your wet clit brushed pleasurably on his cock.
"I'm here, baby," he whispers in your ear, hand petting your hair. "Cum on me, baby, it's okay. I got you." he holds your waist, helping you gently ride him.
"Hee," you let go, crumbling into his body, shaking as your first orgasm hit.
You nuzzled into him, panting, feeling drained already, and you two barely did anything other than grind on each other like horny teenagers.
As you lay on him, he reached down, grabbing his cock and dragging it through your sticky juices. "A-ahh," he sighed softly as you buried your face in his neck, inhaling his cologne and placing kisses on his skin.
"Your kisses alone could make me cumâ he whispers, breath heavy as his eyes close.
"Then cumâ you teased.
He chuckled and shook his head. "Wanna do it inside you only."
You slid your hands under his shirt, rubbing on his chest. "Then do it, put it inside me," you say, eyes glazed over, voice filled with desire.
He twitched from your words, getting impatient. "Let me get a condom first." he reaches over, opening the little console between the seats, hand blindly searching for a box of condoms until he finds a packet.
The gold wrapper comes into view and you looked in the compartment wondering if that's the same box he had when you two broke up. "You still have those?" You say, surprised.
"Yeah," he answers unbothered, opening the package with his teeth. He fumbles with it for a moment before giving up and giving it to you cause it'd be easier for you to put it on him with the limited pace. "Can you put it on me?"
With a fond chuckle, you take it from him, leaning back slightly to place it on his tip and roll it down. "Thought they'd be gone by now."
You mention as he holds you by your butt, keeping you in place so you don't fall back.
He watches you roll it down to his base, pulling at the tip slightly to make sure it stays in place. "We haven't done it for months. How would they be gone?"
Your eyes widened slightly cause that must've meant he was only sleeping with you, or maybe he was fucking other girls raw you have no idea, but you didn't want to think about that, so you gained your composure, holding his length to your hole.
"I know what you're thinking, and no, I haven't, just you always. It's only ever been you." With that, you sink down on him, a delighted hum falling from both of your guy's lips. "Don't want anybo-"
"You're doing it again," you sigh softly as you sit directly on top of his cock, feeling him reach those places that hadn't been touched by anyone else in months.
"Doing what?" He squeezed your hips, pressing his up slightly to get buried inside you fully as he rested there for a moment.
"Saying everything you know I want to hear, knowing you're not going to even text me tomorrow."
He stayed quiet, knowing what you were saying was the truth. He loved professing all his undying love for you only to ghost you the next day, and you were not about to fall for his games anymore.
"Just fuck me, hee, like you said you would save the sappy sayings for your next girl," your heart clenched at your own words. The idea of him with another girl hurt you, but you knew it was true. He didn't want you, only the sex, only your body. Nothing about you could make him change, and you accepted that a long time ago.
"There is no next girl." Before he could feed you more lies, you began to bounce on him, riding him slowly. His jaw went slack, and you smirked softly at his reaction, dragging your nails down his chest just how you knew he liked it. "Fuck fuck fuckâ he huffed out every time you came down on his dick. "Ride it just like that."
You bounced on him up and down, filling yourself with his cock, his tip hitting your spot so good it made you see stars. "So good, hee." Your arousal coated his lower stomach as you bounced the car windows fogged up with your hot breaths and sweaty bodies.
"Fuck, you just can't stop coming back for this dick, huh? You know I don't love you, but your little pussy loves this dick," he groans, pulling you in closer and watching as you fuck him.
"Yes, I love it, hee, so much. Your cock is so perfect for my pussyâ you cry out, feeling pathetic. Even though he just told you he didn't love you, you still loved him, and you couldn't get enough of his cock. "No one will ever compare to you."
"Fuck y/n, then date me again. Let me be the only man that fills you up and makes you cum. I might not treat you right, but I'll treat your pussy right, baby" he helps you bounce on it up and down, the sticky sounds filling up his car, and anyone outside who saw the car jumping up and down could tell what was happening on the inside.
Instead of answering, you guide his hand to your clit, and he gets the message by rubbing it softly. "Fuck!" You moaned loudly.
"That it? Right there? My baby feels good?"
"Yes. hee, I'm going toâŚ" you collapsed on his chest, your lower body still bouncing up and down as you kissed his neck.
"Fuck y/n m-me too," he groaned, bucking up into you weakly, still rubbing on your clit. "I love you, y/"
You quickly kissed his lips to shut him up you couldn't hear him say it knowing he meant none of it.
He stuck his tongue inside your mouth and reciprocated your kiss. It was loud, wet, and sloppy.
Between the kiss, you both moaned, your bodies going stiff as you came, and he did right after you filling up the condom from the feeling of your tight walls sucking him in.
Loud whines and moans filled up the car, your bodies tiredly grinding together to finish off your orgasms.
You laid on top of him, completely spent the drinks in your system, definitely making you both feel more tired.
"Don't go," he pants softly, holding you still the second he feels you moving to leave.
"Hee"
"Please, y/n, don't," his voice broke softly, and for the first time in a long time, he actually sounded sincere.
He buried his head in your chest, hugging you close, his dick still buried to the hilt inside you. "HeeseungâŚ"
"Call me hee," he mumbles into your chest. "I'm your hee, remember?"
"I can't." You pried his arms off you, climbing off his lap, leaving both of you feeling empty.
"Why? Just one more chance please?" The sight was pathetic his pants still down the car a mess as he reached out for you but it was too late the door was already open and you made your mind up.
You got out of the car and fixed yourself up a bit and headed towards your car ready to end this dreadful night.
Heeseung rushed to take the condom off, tossing it in a trash bag in his car, and he quickly pulled his pants up, his belt still undone as he followed after you and held you back by your arms. "No, heeseung, we're done. I'm not falling for it this time."
"I swear I'm for real, baby. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll marry you this time. We'll have kids and live together, baby, please," he begged.
You shook your head, no, yanking your arms from him and walking away. You couldn't trust what he was saying, no matter how sincere. It seems you've been through this way too many times.
"Baby, maybe not tonight, maybe not next week, but I'll wait for you. I swear I will. You're the only girl for me, and whenever you're ready, I'll be here waiting just for you," he said, tears welling in his eyes.
You lowered your head, unable to look at his crying face. "I'm so sorry. I realized how I was, but being apart from you made me reflect. And I know it sounds horrible to only realize what you have till it's gone, but you truly made me a better man and person. I'll continue to change and grow and be the man you deserve. I'll always protect and prioritize you cause I love you." he sniffled, his hands dangling awkwardly at his sides, and he wished to touch you to hold you, but he didn't, and he didn't say anything more cause he said all he needed to, but there was one last request he had. "I know I'm already asking for a lot, but can I please have a hug?"
You caved in and hugged him, wrapping him in your sweet embrace. "Hmm, my precious baby," he hummed softly. Remember, I'm always here waiting for you. I don't want no one else but you. I'll never love anyone else but you." He kissed your forehead, still sniffling.
You broke the hug and turned away, walking to your car to go home and forget this night even happened. You wished he didn't sound like he was telling the truth. You wished you didn't believe him. You almost wished he just fucked you and left like he always did instead of saying he loves you.
But you were done. Even if he did change, you had to walk away. He was no good for your life, even if you wanted him to, and to grow old with him.
You had to put yourself first because you matter the most.
But when you got home, and your head hit your pillow, you wanted to go back to him. You wanted to say yes cause he seemed for real this time, and seeing him so broken and crying for you broke your heart.
Especially the way he just stood in the middle of the road watching you drive away from him.
You wanted to feel like you were taking back your life and making the right choice, but even right now, it still felt like you were losing the love of your life.
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can you be a savant but just for cooking a specific type of fish
#cooked salmon 2x in my life. the first when i was a dedicated vegetarian#both times for groups of people who were known salmon enjoyers#and ive knocked it out of the park every time#trb.txt#someone dumped all my stat points into cooking salmon...... and it wasnt even me.....#anyway. going to make it again tonight and i expect it to fuck
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JUST TOOK THE EASIEST TEST OF MY LIFE AND NOW I ONLY HAVE ONE MORE THING TO TURN IN AND THEN IM DONE. RAAAAHHH!!!
#you donât understand this class has done nothing but make me feel so stupid all semester#like i did so poorly on the tests. got my first C and my first D on tests in this class.#but this test was literally just like the review quizzes i did nonstop yesterday#like same exact questions#i finished in SIX minutes#iâm on cloud fuckin nine#anyways after i finish my last assignment thatâs due tonight you can expect me to be a lot more annoying on here again#iâve just had a lot going on so i needed to take a break#BUT WERE SO FUCKING BACK!!!!
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ykw actually I am angry + disappointed w them. I've been pushing how I feel aside and trying to make it my own fault so it's all contained but I think theyve just been mean. and they really should know me better ik I try to pretend I don't expect more from them so I feel less hurt when they do things that upset me but we've been friends for years by this point. like come on.
#just got home and went to put my shit away but my flatmate was in the kitchen and i got suddenly so mad i had to walk back out#not going to do or say anything while im this upset. i need to be a lot calmer before i can even be in the same room as her#like okay. so originally it was just the two of them getting drinks and theyd rather it was just them bc i dont drink. thats cool#it wouldve been difficult for me to join them after work bc travel. and ik theyd done this before just the 2 of them and had fun#i can fully respect that its why i said no and stuck by that decision when she asked again#but to not mention she was taking the day off work and btw i just found out that BOTH of our other old flatmates joined in too#to not mention that they were travelling that entire distance and that it wasnt just drinks it was a whole day out together#thats just mean. why wouldnt you tell me that why did none of them say anything.#and the fact they did the exact same fucking thing last weekend too i didnt know about that at all#like i need to stop trying to justify it. im allowed to feel unwanted and excluded bc thats exactly what theyre doing.#im tired of feeling like other people dont want me around. i know i can be difficult and annoying sometimes. but im really not that bad#and we're meant to be friends!!!!!! like youre supposed to like your friends. and want to spend time with them. or at least i do#and yeah everyones annoying sometimes thats just part of being alive ur supposed to tolerate it if ur friends#im allowed to want to feel like im wanted. im allowed to want ppl to care abt me. that shouldnt be too much to ask for#but the overwhelming message im getting at the moment is they dont want me around. and when i am around them i feel like they dont listen#to me and that they dont really care how i feel unless it directly involves them or theyre responsible for it#i feel like they dont see me as a real person that exists. only a version they have in their heads and they base all their assumptions and#decisions off that version instead of directly communicating with me. and constantly avoid me under the guise of 'giving me space'#when im upset or having a difficult time and most need support from other people. i just feel really unseen#and ik that part of how i feel IS exacerbated by insecurity and depression. like they do care to some degree#but also a lot of it is evidenced in the way they act towards me. mainly my roommate bc shes the person i interact with most#and personally i find the most direct ways of showing u care abt someone are showing up for them. and making them feel seen#and maybe not everyone feels the same way. but thats how it works for me anyway#so to repeatedly exclude me and avoid acknowledging that ive been having a difficult time is the opposite of that to me#which is the point im trying to arrive at... sorry ik ive probably said similar things repeatedly the last few weeks but i feel like its#crystallising a bit like this is the core reason why im so sensitive and reactive atm and why i got so upset by it#idk. not tonight bc im still very emotionally raw but maybe tomorrow if im calmer i should explain that i was upset + why to her#i avoid doing that so often when im upset bc i dont think theres much point in having a conversation abt it unless u expect some kind of#resolution from it. or if you want an apology but idrc abt being apologised to the crucial thing is what theyre going to do different#and i love her but shes very resistant to changing her behaviour bc of other ppl being upset by it. and like i said before she has
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Stop Procrastinating Shifting Nah, you're not "waiting for the right time", you're just avoiding your own power and I love you, but get the fuck up and do something. We are all out here saying we want to shift. We believe in it (more or less for some people). We yearn and dream about or DR, about that hot looking, successful and potentially emotionally stable version of ourselves. But lets take a look at what we are actually doing a lot of times. Scrolling through shifting posts.... again. Because we haven't done that the last few days, huh? Re-reading the same LoA post hoping it hits a bit different this time (it doesn't). Shuffling unnecessary shit around in our scripts, because changing where the "About Me" section is will unlock the cheat code to the multiverse somehow. Telling ourselves "I'll do it tonight if the vibes feel right". And then we fall asleep before we get the second affirmation out because we pushed back sleeping and trying for 4 hours at this point. Busted, huh? When we are constantly doing that, we are neither manifesting nor shifting, we are just mentally pacing in circles like a neurotic racoon. This isn't preparing... it's procrastinating. I say this with all the love I can come up with after only 4 hours of sleep: There is no perfect attempt. You just need to fucking start doing something. The chances you will shift by only tweaking your script over and over and over again, waiting for something to happen, are rather low. The chances you will wake up one day and say "Yes! I have been enlightened and now I am ready!" in regards to shifting are also low. Because you are already ready! You have been from the moment you got the definition of shifting thrown your way. I think most of us are just scared to fuck it up and "fail". Of course it's sometimes scary to want something so bad it makes us cry and all we can do is manifest and hope for the best. But delaying that shit won't make that scary feeling go away. It just gives doubts more time to invade your thoughts. Can we all agree to drop the thought of needing a 27 step pre shifting routine, stop pretending that we need to be "in the right headspace" while trying to shift and to stop expecting motivation to just suddenly appear like a convenient divine ass-kicking as if it is needed? Yeah? Great. We'll just start anyway. Picking some random fucking method, doesn't matter which one. Saying our affirmations even if we feel like a delusional nutjob. Just.. trying. Doing something, anything really. Even if we suck at focusing or visualizing. Just do it anyway. Showing up and doing something even if it is not perfect is pulling your brain away from being scared of fucking it up. Build that momentum. We shift through starting and doing, not through running away from shifting ^-^
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â§âË⧠â[ no one has to know what we do ]â
ft. cho sang-woo x f! reader â squid game
â°â⧠you lay in bed with your dadâs best friend after a night of passionâ1.3k words
contains: slight smut!! dom sang-woo & sub readerâage gap (reader is early 20s & sang-wooâs early 40s), (adopted) dadâs best friend trope, purposeful seduction, one-night stands, unprotected piv (donât do anything the reader does, this is fiction & unrealistic, stay safe), creampie, biting, smoking,Â
⤠author's note: i was thinking about this man all night, iâm not kidding, iâm doing it again tongiht too because heâs so fine idc if heâs evil, i wanna fuck him not fix him
itâs nearly four in the morning on another cold winterâs night with nothing but a yellow-tinted bedside lamp illuminating the room, completely silent aside from the rustling of the blanket from your movement. you sigh softly and nestle closer to the man lying flat on his back for more of the addicting warmth radiating off his body, your face nuzzling into the crook of his shoulder and your legs entangling with his. he doesnât pull away like you expected him to, just takes another drag on his cigarette and ignores you for the most part with the weight of the past few hoursâ the weight of the sins he committed tonightâ pressing into his mind.
you, on the other hand, were all soft smiles and feeling content as if you just crossed off an accomplishment on the top of your bucket list. for a situation that could ruin both of your lives if discovered, it certainly feels blissful and freeing to finally fuck the man youâve been dreaming about almost religiously ever since you came back home from university for the holidays a week ago. you have no idea how youâve never met him until now when youâve heard so much about him, but perhaps it was better that way when your thoughts were less than innocent.Â
despite being middle-aged, he was still very handsome with intelligent albeit weary eyes which seemed to hide some sort of darkness to them. you found yourself studying him from afar, noticing him not wearing a wedding ring and making no mention of a family other than his mother, so you quickly made up your mind that you were going to fuck him before going back to school. itâs not like you had anything better to do anyway.
it actually didnât take much to seduce him surprisingly: accidental eye contact filled with longing, lingering touches when you handed him his chilled cheap beer, careful actions and words to play up your sex appealâ it reminded you that most men are the same even if the stoic cho sang-woo was older and prided himself in his cunning mind, starved for affection with wandering eyes that frequently followed beneath the hem of your skirt. he looked at you behind his glasses with distrust and tried to act indifferent towards you in front of gi-hun, probably already suspicious about your intentions, but you could already see him drinking up your appearance in your cute little outfit as he downed another bottle. this little game was one you knew well and you always won in the end, there has yet to be anyone you wanted who couldnât resist you and he certainly wasnât going to be the first.
he stayed the night in the guest bedroom because it was already dark out, your former room which was converted after you moved out (sometimes it was rented out for extra cash), and at the strike of midnight, you knocked on the door and presented yourself to him seeking his comfort for an unspecified reason with slightly teary doe eyes. it was clear that you didnât disturb him from his slumber and that he was already awake, visibly restless, and maybe even stressed. it doesnât take a genius to figure out what was bothering him so much. he was hesitant to let you in at first, as any good man would, but his resolve crumbled after seeing how beautiful you looked in the dim light (not like it wasnât already a breeze away from collapsing after the alcohol). itâs surprising what a little silk nightgown can do with the thin straps threatening to slip off your shoulders, the short hem revealing your soft thighs, your perk nipples straining through the thin fabric, and how small and vulnerable you looked shivering in your lack of clothes.
âyou shouldnât be here at this time.â
âare you going to turn me away?â
still, even if it all went according to plan, heâs not in love with you. you donât think he is anyway. you donât expect him to be. would you like him to be in love with you? it might put the aching loneliness at ease even if it wonât make it disappear entirely. heâs a man old enough to be your father after all, heâs a man who grew up with your father and considered him to be a close friend. is this how you thank your father for taking you in and sharing what little he had with you? by seducing and sleeping with his best friend?Â
in all honestly, though, he certainly fucked like he was in love with youâ like you two were the last two souls on this earth. he was a lot more pent up than you anticipated, or a lot more lonely, trusting into you so deeply one would think he was trying to reach your empty heart as you clawed at his back leaving red rivers of scratched skin. you barely even needed any prep for his size with how soaked you were, evident with a wet patch on your underwear which he teased before throwing it to be forgotten on the floor along with all your other clothes.Â
it was difficult to keep the sinful sounds of sex to a minimum, skin against skin with moans slipping from your mouth and groans from his. he had to resort to covering your mouth with his large palm to shut you up and bit into your collarbone leaving his mark on you, finally finishing inside of you in his haze before using his fingers to help you reach your orgasm and embarrassing you for once by staring intently at how the mix of your arousals dripped all over his hand.
âwhen are you leaving for university?â
âwhy, are you going to miss me when iâm gone?â
âwe shouldnât be doing this.â
âno one has to know what we do,â you giggled, placing a kiss against the corner of his mouth and inhaling the smoke. âiâm old enough to keep a secret.â
those last words made him pause for a second. this was immoral and forbidden. if seong gi-hun were ever to find out, their relationship would be ruined forever and you would be disowned, and he could only imagine the look of betrayal on his face. yet you didnât seem to care in the least bit about what he would think, gingerly rubbing your thighs together at the feeling of him leaking out of you and touching the area where he bit you. it drew his attention, finally turning to you and admiring the mark sunken into your skin, looking almost proud of it like art on a clean canvas.Â
âi donât want you sleeping with some other stupid boys when you go back.â
âhm, only if you promise that this wonât be the last time and that you also donât fuck anyone else while iâm gone.â
âyou know, i canât promise that. we were lucky to not get caught this time, but whoâs to say there will be a next time?â
âwell, then iâll go back to university and have sex with whoever i want, then you can do the sameââ
âoh, shut up,â he scolded, pinching your cheeks to pull you towards him and kissing you possessively as if he could consume you whole by it. you were glad to reciprocate, allowing him to climb back on top of you while your arms wrapped around his neck. âfine, as long as you keep your word.â
he said it like he didnât really want to continue this, like he was conceding to your demands and was merely tolerating you with better things to do, but the thinly veiled desperate need in his words and actions was clearer than glass to you. not that you minded, it was all working out just how you wanted it to.

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Ddakji Man


summery - you were always struggling to make ends meet, despite having three separate jobs and you doubted that that would ever change. it felt like you were working out of your own casket and it would probably be more sustainable to invest in one at this point.
pairing: (gong yoo/ji-cheol) the salesman x fem. reader
word count: 1.5k
contains: slight arguing, cursing but nothing too graphic tbh
"Are you sure that you don't want to come?" One of your friends asked you a little sadly since you were about to leave the group. They rarely got to see you anyway, did you have to leave so early? "You never come with us when we go out for a drink, we miss you there, you know?"
You smiled a little tiredly as you strolled casually through the streets. "I'm sorry guys, I just have to work tonight." you tried to explain. Besides, I'm fucking tired and just want to get some sleep before then. I miss my bed.
Your best friend pouted as she hugged you from the side and you welcomed it, even if it made walking a little more difficult. "It's always work this work that. Live a little for once, all this stress is not good for you. You need a break." she spoke up before a thought came into her mind that made her a little furious. "Don't tell me that you're using work as an excuse to cancel on us. We can do something else if you want to. I'll even invite you, come on!"
You took a tired breath. I don't have any energy for this. "Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to get drunk with you and I'm not being sarcastic or anything." you clarified. Besides, I wouldn't work this much if I didn't have to.
"All right." she gave in unhappy. "We'll catch you one of these days, I can feel it..."
You laughed softly. "Please do," you replied and stopped in front of the stairs that led to the subway. This was the place where you had to part ways with the others and you did with a few more hugs. You enjoyed spending time with them and loved your friends with all your heart, but you were still happy to be a bit on your own now.
So you plugged in your cable headphones and played your current favorite song at the loudest volume before checking when the next train was going to arrive. Another twenty minutes? The last one must have just left. You decided to just sit down on a bench and wait while staring blankly around and quietly mumbling the lyrics to yourself.
A few minutes later, a person sat down next to you and you could see out of the corner of your eye that it was probably some kind of businessman or something. You didn't look closely out of politeness and turned your gaze somewhere else after checking the time on your phone.
"Excuse me." the unknown man tried to get your attention, but as expected, you could barely hear him over the booming music. He placed his briefcase in the space between you before leaning closer to your figure and looking towards you with a smile and finally, you seemed to notice his stare and turned in his direction. You took out one of your earbuds as you met his gaze. "I'm sorry, what did you say?"
The man leaned back again. "I haven't said anything yet. I wanted to ask if I could talk to you, do you have a moment?"
You looked around a little uncomfortably as he maintained uninterrupted eye contact with you. "Ehm, well..." you stumbled slightly over your words. "I'm not religious or anything, sorry," you replied, having no patience for another discourse about Jesus and the church. This is the fourth time this week, lucky me. You thought to yourself as you were about to put your earplug back in.
The salesman held a hand in the air to stop you from doing that to keep your attention. You just looked at him uninterestedly and waited, it was going to be a while before your train arrived anyway. A smile graced his face after you were willing to listen to him again. "That's not what I wanted to talk about, I just want to offer you a chance."
Your face tightened a little in disgust and you were quite irritated by now. He seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer and didn't say anything else, so you had no choice but to interpret his words. He doesn't look like that kind of guy, but I guess it's always the ones who look the most decent. "Listen to me asshole," you said openly this time, all politeness gone as you pointed at his chest with your index finger. "I don't know you, maybe you're one of those men who try to talk in riddles to seem mysterious or something, but right now it just sounds like you're looking for someone cheap to fuck." you replied as you tapped his tie with each syllable and leaned a little closer to him as you whispered. "And I'm not cheap, so you might want to look elsewhere."
This time it was you who grinned as he looked at you in surprise and he let out a small grunt after you finished your sentence. The salesman straightened his tie while watching your figure before reaching for his briefcase and revealing its contents, "That's too bad, but also not what I was talking about," he replied as you looked at the money and colored paper in confusion. "Have you ever played Ddakji?" He asked you as he took out the red and blue paper. You just shook your head. "That's no problem at all, we can still play it if you're up for it."Â
Your gaze alternated from his hand to his face. Oh, so he's crazy. You finally concluded. I guess he is too handsome to be just a normal guy, huh. You turned your head away from him, something about the whole thing just seemed perverse to you. "No thanks, I'll pass."
"You sure?" He asked again, knowing he'd convinced you as soon as he brought the money into it. These people are all the same, she'll snatch the paper right out of my hands after I start talking a language she understands. "Every time you win, you get 100,000 won from me." He began, watching the look on your face. "But if I win, you owe me 100,000 won and -"
You sighed and interrupted him. "Yes, I'm sure. I still don't want to play with you, okay?"
This time the man looked at you with a cold, icy stare. A few minutes passed like this and you just tried to ignore his gaze, but then he started talking again. "All right. 200,000 won." he finally said, but couldn't seem to get your attention back. He tried again. "Is it because you've never played the game before? We can have a practice round if that would make you feel more comfortable." he tried again and got irritated when you continued to ignore him. He looked around the area as he considered his next move. Is she waiting for me to increase the prize money further? These people usually jump up happily at the first amount since they're so desperate. He tried to collect himself again. "500,000 won." he finally said. "I've got the money right here, you just have to go for it."
When is this stupid train coming. "Look, I don't want your fucking money, understand? I'm not a gambling addict or -"
"You may not want it, but you need it," he said, annoyed. This has never happened before, is she stupid? He then spoke out your name and described your miserable living situation as if you didn't already know about it yourself. "You also have quite a lot of debt for someone who is still relatively young, are you seriously going to turn down the money I'm offering you? For what, to prove a point or something?"
You didn't know what this man's fucking problem was, he should be glad that you didn't want to take his money, and how did he even know all this? You got up from your seat next to him when the train finally arrived and turned to face him one last time. "Fuck you," you told him and then went to the doors. You even looked out of the window at him as soon as they closed before you, to show him your the middle finger.
The man in the suit watched your figure irritated until it was gone and then, took the little card out of the inside pocket of his suit, that was meant for you. He turned it over a few times in his hand before closing the open briefcase with his other one. He had already played and lost a few Ddakji games in his life, which was the point of the whole thing - to recruit players for the actual game. However, the thought of what awaited them there meant that he was still in control of the situation. He was always in control of the situation. "I didn't loose, we haven't even played." he tried to reassure himself.
And yet the whole conversation with you left him feeling like he was utterly defeated.
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don't let them hear â choi subong



synopsis: lights off meant something a little different between you and the famous choi subong, also known as thanos.
genre: smut and fluff bc theyre js exes who want eo bad LOL. green flag choi subong... say WHAT đ
warnings: afab reader, tease, fingering, nothing else honestly
author's note: this is the first time i have ever written on this account + since my social media detox so pls bear w me if this isnt exactly up to your standards ha ha ha... ily anyway not proofread! i wrote this when it was 3am leave me be.
"lights will be turned off in ten seconds."
in a moment, the lights will dim and the only thing shedding light in the room would be the giant pig dangling from the ceiling and choi subong's pale skin that's attached to yours. ever since he told you he would be joining you in bed tonight, you couldn't deny the fact you were thrilled. your drug-addict ex boyfriend shouldn't have excited you this much. let alone the fact you were waiting for him.Â
"five, four, three, two, one." now, it was fully dark.Â
you sighed in disappointment. you turned away from the side subong was and decided to sleep on your own. you knew you shouldn't have trusted him at all, yet you were gullible enough to believe he'd keep his promise. and he didn't. cause if he did, he would be beside you with his arms wrapped around your waist pulling you closer to him so that you could warm one another up.
"y/n?," your eyes abruptly opened, "are you still awake?" he actually did it. he actually kept his promise.
he actually came.
you decided to play the stubborn game and not answer. but you knew that he was aware you were definitely up. "don't want me here? okay seĂąorita. i'll leave." his footsteps began to get quieter as he 'left'. you felt guilty and decided to let him explain himself. after all, it hasn't been long since that robot woman announced it was time for bed.
"fuck you." you turned toward him, expecting him to be halfway gone already. yet you met a choi subong sitting down with his arms trapping his knees while replicating footsteps that were leaving. "wow. double fuck you.'
"please, i know you want me here. so move over." he stood up and laid down beside you as his head automatically dug itself into your chest. "i don't give a fuck if you're going to go on some lecture about how i should have been here sooner, so don't waste your time." he pecked your collarbone before adjusting his position. "i'm here with you and that's what matters. okay?"
speechless is an understatement. you couldn't even be mad. you couldn't feel the slightest anger in you because he's right there. you could see his purple hair laying on your neck.
wait. something's wrong. something's missing.
"wait. choi subong. where's the necklace?" you used two fingers to tilt his head up so you could see his eyes. they're still as pretty as ever. fuck him for having such charming eyes.Â
"gone. i threw it away when i saw you rave about how you were so much happier when you quit." he stared at you. waiting for you to say something. "what? do you want me to dig my hands into the toilet to retrieve it?"
"did you seriously⌠get rid of it? for me?" you sat up. tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before holding his hands. you noticed the tattoo he dedicated to you. the little heart with a sun next to it because he said that you were his ray of sunshine.
"of course i did. i meant it when i told you i'd fix myself as long as we crossed paths again, you know. i don't just make promises for the sake ofâ" shutting him up with your lips was probably your favourite thing to do. you missed this. you missed him. you missed feeling his lips perfectly match yours everytime you leaned in to him.Â
"then i meant it when i told you i'd let you fuck me whenever, wherever. hopefully you take that damn opportunity now." he analysed your face before realising you were serious. he didn't even need to say anything. he just held your face by your jaw, kissing you rougher than earlier while gently laying you down on your bed.
he took off your pants and placed it just beside the bed, sliding your panties right after it. "fuck. how long have you been this wet, hm?" his middle finger glided itself from your cunt to your clit, using your slick as lubricant to teasingly insert his finger in your hole. "was it when i told you i quit? or when you kissed me? or better yet, since you saw me?"
"fuck, subongâ" his free hand covered your mouth, preventing you from letting a noise out.Â
"can you be quiet for me, baby? wouldn't want to let these jackasses know i'm fucking the prettiest girl here, would you?" you shook your head, agreeing that you should be dead silent.Â
you didn't even notice that he snuck a second finger, fucking you with his fingers repeatedly until your were squirming and arching your back from the bed. "that's it, baby. do just that." his thumb flicked your clit, causing you to buck your hips on his hand.Â
you don't know how he understood, but you mumbled against his hand that you were going to cum. his smirk was evident in the dark room which caused you to be pushed to the edge even more. "are you going to cum? hmm? is my baby finally going to cum for the love of her life?"
all you could do was nod. it was cute to him.
when you finally reached your release, he made sure to lick off all of your juice from his fingers. you watched him slowly suck on his ring finger while intensely staring at you. "i love you. don't leave ever again. i better be the only one you do this to."
"only for you, baby. just you and me. choi subong and future choi y/n. okay?
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whenever sukuna has a rough day, he has you ride him.
two pairs of arms forcing your legs down, only allowing your hips to move and it was so difficult taking all of his girth. i mean, heâs the king of curses, what would you expect? anyways.
he wont do anything else, sitting there watching you attentively and these times are where heâs vocal. not moaning, more of string of curses or groans. definitely growls.
âfuckâkeep fucking going.â he says, you see his abdomen flex, and his other set of arms resting behind his head. âjust like that, make me proud.â
yet, he knew you were struggling to take all of him in. hell, it was a struggle saddling him. hes fucking huge.
âim not fucking helping you tonight.â he growls, staring blankly up at you. âyer fuckinâ lucky im even looking up at you, so hop to it or fifty spanks. and i wont be dropping my fucking hand.â
thats all it took to get you moving.
hes all groany, biting his lip when heâs feeling you clench down because of the size. yet, hes rolling his eyes back, gripping at your ass. his nails make crescent moons in them, forcing your body up and down on him.
âcant even take curse dick, how pathetic.â he snarls, slamming himself into you as your knocked the wind out of you. âgunna have to retrain this pussy.â
anything but that again.
âwait! pleasâ i just needed lubricaââ
âshouldve gotten some when you had the fuckinâ chance!â
oh, did i mention he always has bad days in may because of the heat? yeah.
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woooooo gender crisis hours
#im drunk#and having more than just a gender crisis#im having a crisis about consequence and punishment and the lines between them#expect posts vaguing and elaborating in the tags for a bit#bc im grieving this shit#motherfucking. if obligations and responsibilities have consequences. then suggestions DONT and thats making me HATE my mother some more#which is probably good and im gonna tackle the Monitoring Emotions Vs Actions again tonight#bc where does Attitude end and Action begin#its frustrating and i want clear language and action im AUTISTIC ffs#but noooooo life doesnt HAVE those and those thst DO exist like laws SUCK#fucking gravoty? atrocious.#anyway im having a time.#time to go down another drink so i can be more honesy#im glad this is a rare occasion bc my friends have related trauma and i dont want to worry them#i mean the drinking#and also the sensory in the morning is probably gonma suck. f for future me
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Sukuna

Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x f!Reader
Summary: Sukuna comes to terms with the idea of having a daughter with you.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, double penetration, creampie, pregnancy, slightly ooc but still a misogynist, fluff at the end
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âWhat the hell are you doing?â Sukuna squints his eyes, looking down at you as you knit something for your baby girl. Thereâs no way of actually knowing the sex of your baby, but something tells you that youâre expecting a daughter. Sukuna negates the thought, assuring you that youâre carrying a son. He canât possibly have a daughter, heâs always saying something along those lines.Â
âJust making a little something for our child.â You inform him, and Sukuna frowns. Your child is not going to wear something so pink because theyâll be a boy, Sukuna is sure of it. He snatches the cloth out of your hand and tosses it.
âWhy pink? Are you saying weâre having a girl?â Sukuna questions, and you cross your arms. You look up at your husband, mad that he's tossed your hard work to the side.Â
âYou have pink hair, Suku⌠Are you a girl?â You cock your eyebrow, and heâs not amused. He crosses both pairs of arms, rolling his eyes. Maybe he shouldnât associate colors with a certain gender because you are right, he does have pink hair⌠But he also knows that youâre making a pink blanket because you think youâre having a girl.
âMake a blue one.â He orders, and you glare at him. You shake your head in response, youâre not making a blue one. He grits his teeth, grabbing the blanket that he just tossed to the side and shredding your hard work to pieces.Â
âKeep an eye open tonight, because when you least expect it, Iâll strangle you.â You warn him, and youâre dead serious. Itâs clear that youâre carrying his child, youâve never threatened to kill him before.Â
âIf you even come close to it, I think Iâll fall more in love with you.â He chuckles, walking away, leaving you alone with your own anger. You let out a yell, cursing at him because the twinge of fear that you had for him completely faded a couple of months ago.Â
He holds no threat to you anymore. Sukuna wouldnât have done anything to you anyway, since he hates that he loves you so dearly, but the realization that you carry his child and heâll do no harm to you really gives you much more power and comfort. Sukuna finds humor in a very nonthreatening person, threatening to do something to him; especially when he knows that you can barely lift yourself up anymore.
He knows that you wonât even come close to succeeding in hurting him, and he laughs in amusement at the mere thought. But youâll get him back, you know you will.

âI thought we were going to spend the day together?â Sukuna asks as he watches you get ready to go out. You never invited him anywhere, so he was shocked to hear that you werenât at home. He isnât well liked in public, thereâs just something about being huge, having four arms and being extremely scary that people donât like. Sukuna can kill anyone without a second thought.Â
âI thought so too before someone ruined the blanket that I was making for my daughter⌠So I had to get the materials to make it again.â You tell him, and Sukuna nearly gasps when you drop the d word. Youâve always refused to call the baby your daughter since you have no idea what the sex is, but it seems like you use it to piss him off. You click your tongue when you notice his reaction, âWhat? Youâre so overdramatic. Youâve killed for fuckâs sake, why is saying daughter so scary to you.â
âBecause weâre having a son!â He yells, getting defensive about it. You donât understand why he gets upset at the mere suggestion that heâs having a daughter. Before you got pregnant, Sukuna never seemed to care about the gender of a hypothetical babyâ Although you shouldnât be shocked since your husband isnât exactly the most fair when it comes to different sexes⌠Sukuna is a misogynist, thatâs what youâre trying to get at. He treats all humans with the same disdain, but particularly women. It seems that youâve forgotten because he doesnât treat you the same way he treats everyone else.
âSukuna, weâre having a daughter.â You reiterate, and you watch his eye twitch. Youâre doing it to piss him off, he knows it, yet itâs working. âYou wanted a baby, Sukuna. You knew there was no guarantee that youâd be having a son, but you still decided that you wanted one. You canât cry about having a daughter.â
Sukuna takes a deep breath, surprisingly managing his anger well. He decides to leave the room, leaving you alone to do whatever the hell you want. You fuel his anger even more, yelling at him, âAnd donât come back until you fix your attitude!â
You stare off into the distance, your hand resting on your bump. You begin to wonder what Sukuna will actually do, and you canât do anything but hope that heâll come around to the idea because you know Sukuna. He isnât good whatsoever, he wonât hesitate to hurt her, even if sheâs his own flesh and blood. Youâre not sure you could stay by his side if he were to do anything, but you wouldnât really have any other option either.
You decide to go to sleep, because thinking about it further wonât really help you in any way. You delude yourself, thinking that heâll come around to the idea.

A large pair of arms wrap around you, waking you up from your slumber. Sukuna does it to try and be romantic, but he nearly suffocates you. You slap his arm, telling him, âLoosen the gripââ
He loosens his grip, which lets you know that he wasnât trying to kill you. Thankfully. Sukuna would never do anything to harm you, but sometimes you swear you donât know him much. Itâs very rare when you get a heart to heart with Sukuna where he actually talks about him, he usually prefers to listen to listen, and to threaten anyone in the stories that offend you in the slightest.
âCan I say something without you getting mad?â You begin, still half asleep. Sukuna furrows his brows. Due to his lack of answer, you decide to speak, âYouâre overreacting.â
âI just donât know what Iâd do with a daughter.â He confesses. He doesnât know how heâd handle her, how to treat her fairly, how he wouldâ He doesnât know how he would do anything. He doesnât know what being a woman entails so he wonât know how to teach her anything. He wants to teach her how to do everything.Â
âEverything youâd do with a son.â You reply. You really doubt that your child will be raised to have great morals, so thereâs no point in really raising them differently. âSukuna, how will it be different?â
âHow will it not be different?â He sounds offended. Thereâs nothing similar between men and women. Sukunaâs hands go to your bump, his hand caressing it. âBut for my heir, I guess I can make an exception.â
âIs that your way of telling me that you wonât make a fuss over the possibility of having a daughter?â You ask him, and his silence gives you an answer. Yes, Sukuna is fine with it, as fine as he can be at least.
His hand goes under your nightgown, caressing your thighs. You feel Sukuna kiss the back of your neck, and you squeeze your thighs, his large hand stuck between them. The man rarely touches you nowadays, seeing you as fragile as ever. You donât know about the sudden change, but you certainly donât mind.
âWhat changed in you?â You ask him as his hand goes up to your panties. He pushes them to the side because last time he tore something of yours, you got too mad at him so heâd rather not risk it. His fingers run through your folds before going to your clit, and you bite your bottom lip due to pure excitement.
âWas thinking about how Iâd be nothing without you.â He confesses, letting you know that he didnât come to terms with having a daughterâ Sukuna is a man that fears nothing, at least thatâs what you thought up until now. He fears losing you. Itâs your issue⌠Youâve never paid attention to the love in his eyes when he speaks to you or about you. Sometimes you donât realize just how much you mean to him. âThen I remembered how gorgeous you look carrying our son.â
âIf you say that again Iâllââ You begin but Sukuna is two steps ahead of you. He pushes two large fingers inside of you. You canât help but moan, covering your mouth immediately. One of his hands pulls your hand away, even in the dark he knows what you do. After all, youâre not just getting to know him, but heâs getting to know you too.
âDid I tell you to be fucking quiet?â He asks through gritted teeth. You have to be quiet at other times, like when the baby gets here and you risk waking them up. Now, if any of the servants hear, thatâs their fucking problem. âBe loud, my love. Remind everyone who you belong to.â
âThey know.â You tell him, which is quickly cut off by a moan as his fingers move faster. You feel his thumb graze your asshole, teasing you before he pushes it in. âSukuââ
âYouâre not going to be able to stay quiet.â He ends up laughing. You never do because heâs just too much for you to handle. He curves his fingers so they hit your sweet spot. You shut your eyes, quickly succumbing to pleasure. Youâve missed this feeling so much, and he refuses to give it to you.
Sukuna loves when you turn into putty by his touch. It takes practically nothing to work you up, and you begin to squeeze around him. He smirks, knowing that it takes nothing for you to be practically screaming his name. Sukuna speaks into your ear, âAlready so excited for me? Do you want more?â
âI need more.â Your voice sounds so demanding and Sukuna laughs. Another hand goes under your nightgown, his fingers focusing on your clit. You loudly moan his name as it all gets too much for you to handle.Â
âIs it too much?â He mocks you as your orgasm builds up, until you finally reach your peak, your legs shaking. Sukuna takes his fingers out, shoving the fingers that were in your cunt into your mouth, making you gag.Â
Sukuna lights a candle, providing some light in the room. You sit up, getting on top of him, undoing his robe. Your body yearns for more, and he smirks since he knows it. You lean down, your lips going on his, your tongue entering his mouth and pressing against his own. When you pull away from the kiss, you mutter, âIâve missed you.â
You raise yourself, aligning the cock on the top with your pussy before slowly pushing yourself down on it. You take a moment to adjust to him since itâs been a while since the last time youâve fucked her. You begin to bounce on him, and Sukuna spits in his palm, grabbing the cock on the bottom and teasing your asshole with the tip.
Sukuna holds you down when he begins to push the other tip in your asshole. Even though youâre expecting a child together, youâre still loud when he fills both of your holes. Itâs too much for you to handle at first, but throughout the time you get used to it.
âTight little cuntââ He groans, and he never thought that he of all people would end up touch deprived. But then he got too scared to hurt you in any way when you knew you were expecting, so he stuck to⌠Nothing. To suppress his dirty thoughts.Â
âMove.â You order, too tired to continue. Sukuna begins to move for you, thrusting slowly in and out of you. He continues at the pace you had set.Â
âIs it good? Youâre making a fucking mess.â He says as he picks up speed. You throw your head back, one hand going down to play with your clit as he thrusts in and out of you.
âItâs so fucking goodââ You answer. Youâve been needing this every single fucking night, and youâre lucky to be receiving it now. Heâs finally giving into your cravings.Â
âYou just love being filled up like a little slut, donât you?â Sukunaâs hand goes up from your bump to your mouth, shoving two fingers into your mouth again. He feels the vibration of your moans through your tongue before you begin to twirl your tongue around his fingers.Â
Sukuna loves the way you take in his cocks, smiling at you at how well you take himâ Of course he wouldnât tell you though. Your hands go to his chest, using it for support as well as subconsciously digging your nails into his skin. It stings for him, but he canât help but love it.
Sukuna does you a favor, his fingers rubbing your clit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head,Â
A second orgasm overtaking you. Sukuna feels you squeezing on both of his cocks, feeling himself get weak.Â
âSukuââ You loudly moan as you reach your second orgasm. Sukuna mocks you for it.
âWhat? Canât handle it?â He asks, your nails digging deeper into his skin. Heâs losing control, his thrusts getting sloppy. Itâs been so long since the last time he did thisâ And when he finishes, he fills both of your holes with so much cum, and you swear youâre in heaven because there is no better feeling than this.Â
When he takes his cocks out, so much cum drips out of you. You end up falling on his chest, him wrapping a pair of large arms around you while another fixes your clothes.Â
âThis is a nice way to apologize for misbehaving.â You comment, and Sukuna scoffs.
âWho said I was apologizing?â Sukuna is frowning, and you lightly smack his face which pisses him off more. He holds your hands so you donât try to do anything more with them.
âIâll take it as an apology.â You tell him. Sukuna wants to laugh, but he manages to keep a poker face. He grabs you up by your hair, putting his lips on yours.Â
âIt was not an apology, woman. Shut your mouth.â
Bonus:
You swear that hell is freezing over because what the hell is the scene youâre witnessing. Youâve never seen Sukuna like this⌠You donât think you are supposed to see him like this.
âWhoâs a headstrong girl?â Sukuna is putting on a baby voice for fuckâs sake. For a daughter that he didnât want. Your baby girl laughs, and he falls in love all over again. Sheâs just so fucking perfectâ With her little eyes, her little nose, her little mouth, her four little arms, her soft pink hair. Sheâs everything to him.
âDo you need anything, Sukuna?â You approach them, but Sukuna pays little attention to you. He keeps looking down at his daughter who lays on your bed. Sheâs in need of a nap but Sukuna doesnât like putting her to bed because sheâs boring then.
âYeah, how do I order another one of these?â He asks, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.
âOf what?â You respond, wondering what the hell he talks about.
âAnother daughter.â
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cherry (old! logan howlett x female reader)
character/universe: logan howlett/wolverine (x-men/marvel)
word count:Â 1.7k words
warning/s:Â full-on smut (minors, dni). loss of virginity and age gap
notes: i have a headache from swimming yesterday but still managed to finish this in a day (so it's not proofread). i have tons of requirements to do so i may do an occasional small imagine once in a while. anyways, enjoy!
You started dating Logan six months ago, and when the conversation about sex came up, you shamefully admitted that you're still a virgin. You didn't want to look like a little girl to the older man since you knew that he had dated and slept with numerous women in the past. When you let out those three words of truth, you expected him to break up with you. However, Logan smirked and remarked how he hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time.
So, it was a matter of waiting for you to lose your virginity to Logan.
You went to your close friends for sex advice. They weren't experienced with the topic but teased that you're going to fuck an old, attractive man. With a few good luck, you readied yourself for the day Logan will take your virginity. You didn't bother searching online since watching porn made you cringe. Additionally, the boys you dated were either clueless or too eager only fuck you. Logan wasn't like them; he cared and didn't date you because you were innocent and pretty.
One night, when you stayed at Logan's house, you decided to lose your virginity finally. You wore a white lace-trimmed tank top with black pajama shorts. You used the cherry lipgloss you bought for this occasion to make the night extra special. Logan donned the wifebeater tank top you loved. His salt-and-pepper hair and beard made him extra sexy, or maybe it was the age gap.
You two cuddled on the queen-sized bed you cleaned before this night. The softness of the pillows and the blankets didn't lessen your anxiety. With you touching his chest and Logan snaking his hand around your waist, you waited for the opportunity to bring up the conversation about sex again.
"Logan, honey? I have something to ask you," you whispered as you scratched his chin.
The older man hummed in agreement as he waited for your question.
Finding the right words, you blurted out, "Are you ready to have sex with me tonight?" With wide eyes and a beating heart, you hoped Logan wouldn't notice your nervousness.
He chuckled and kissed your cheek. Logan remarked, "I'm ready when you are, princess."
Your gaze softened as Logan agreed to have sex with you. However, it dawned on you that you didn't know how to start. Were you supposed to pleasure Logan first, or is he the one who should do it first? Should you take off your clothes when does it too? Who goes first? Who comes second? Your mind raced with the inexperience you didn't bother to fix.
"What's the matter, [Y/N]?" Logan noticed that you weren't taking action. You didn't want to admit you didn't know what to do. What if Logan wasn't attracted to your inexperience? What if he hated how awkward you are at initiating sex?
You took a deep breath before admitting to Logan, "I'm n-not too s-s-sure what to do, Logan. I tried to, you know, do my research about sex. S-so I'm sorry if I seem to be aw-"
Logan cut you off before finishing to tell him the truth. He sat up and rested on the headboard. The older man commanded you to take a seat on his lap. You quickly followed and rested your head on his chest. The beat of his heart assured you that Logan would be understanding about your anxiety about sex.
"It's okay, [Y/N]. You don't have to worry about having sex for the first time. I'm here to guide you. Remember when I told you how I hadn't fucked a virgin for a long time? I want your first time to be special, [Y/N]," Logan softly whispered as he caressed your back to relieve you.
You giggled and raised your head to kiss his neck gently. Logan chuckled at your sudden, playful attitude after assuring you everything would be okay. You pushed up your chest against his, and the older man seethed as he saw your breasts.
"Look at you now. You're now teasing me with your boobs. I thought you were nervous," Logan chuckled as he massaged your butt. You gave him a beck before replying, "Maybe you cast a spell on me, honey. I got a bit fired up with that sweet talk you did."
Logan lifted your chin and saw your glossy eyes accompanied by the cherry lipgloss. Your innocence, mixed with playfulness and the cute face and outfit you had, made Logan's heart race. He couldn't believe that you trusted him to be your first time. His rough, veiny hands caress your shoulder as he toys with the thin strap of your top. Your breath hitched up at the older man's soft and sensual action. You touched his chest to support yourself and felt your pussy wanting to be touched.
You slowly rubbed your clothed vagina on his black denim jeans as Logan went under your top to grope your breasts. You let out a shaky moan as you chased your high. Logan smirked as he saw your face contorting at the newfound pleasure.
"Let me do something, princess. Lay down for me," Logan grabbed your thighs, leading you to stop rubbing your pussy against his jeans. You were unsatisfied that he prevented you from chasing your climax. However, you were equally excited about what he would do next. You lay down on the bed as Logan told you and waited for his following action.
Logan kneeled at the end of the bed and asked, "May I take off your shorts, princess?" His rough hands caress the softness of your covered thighs. You slowly nodded, not wanting to keep Logan waiting for your response. He chuckled and reassured you that he would always be patient with you. You felt Logan sliding off your black pajama shorts, and you lifted your legs for him to take it off easier. The older man sucked his teeth as the sight of your lacy pink panties appeared.
Your heart was beating fast since you were one undergarment away from exposing your pussy. Logan pushed the fabric to the side and smelled your arousal. Sweet. He slowly circled your clit and licked your pussy to taste you. Logan moaned as he ate you; he wanted to do it fast as he had never tasted a virgin pussy before. However, knowing this was your first time, he took it slow. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation of Logan's tongue pleasuring you. You grabbed the bedsheets and screamed his name.
As you felt your stomach twisting, Logan stopped and wiped his lips coated with your arousal. You curved your eyebrows in disappointment as Logan continued teasing you. You whined about how he should stop it and remarked that you wanted to orgasm badly. Logan grabbed the hem of your tank top, telling you to take them off. He fondled your breasts and kissed you.
Logan shushed you and whispered, "I'm only prepping you, princess. I'm now going to give you the real thing." He stood up and unbuckled his belt for his massive penis to escape. You gasped at the length of it. How is it going to fit you? You were both hungry and scared of the enormous cock staring at you.
"Don't worry, [Y/N]. I'll take it slow, and you tell me if I need to take it out. Got it, princess?" Logan stared at your lust-filled eyes, waiting for your approval. You whispered a soft yes as you braced yourself for his length to push in. Logan grabbed your hips as he slowly entered inside of you. Your eyes suddenly opened at the foreign sensation penetrating you.
You let out a few tears but remained strong as you didn't want to embarrass yourself by tapping out. Logan saw it and whispered, "[Y/N], are you okay? Do I need to take it out?"
You shook your head and responded, "I'm okay, Lo. I need to adjust a bit to your length." Logan heartily chuckled as he rested his head beside your neck. You hugged his back and waited for the pain to subside. Taking a deep breath, you let out a small moan, signaling Logan to pick up the pace.
Logan started to thrust slowly and made sure that you weren't crying because of the pain. He lifted himself and pounded you. You grabbed his chest as you felt the shape of his dick molding your pussy. You screamed his name and told him how good it felt. Logan saw your bouncing tits and squeezed them.
"Lo-Logan, please kiss me. P-please, I need you to kiss me," you panted as you grasped the sheets. Logan leaned in to passionately kiss you. He tasted the sweetness of cherry lipgloss and let his tongue in. You scratch his back as you feel your high coming.
"I'm a-about to-fuck. I'm cumming, Logan!" You screamed as the older man quickened his pace to reach his high, too. You cried out pleasure as you felt his dick growing inside of you.
Logan hungrily kissed your neck and groaned at the sensation of your tightness. He went wild as he sensed his orgasm chasing him. You grabbed his hair to brace yourself from the immense pleasure coming.
"Let go, princess. Fuck, I'm close too. Come on, princess. Cum for me," Logan moaned as he quickly pounded for the two of you to release. You felt a wave of pleasure crashing over you as Logan did one effective thrust. You screamed out his name as your legs went numb at the pleasure.
Logan stayed inside of you as he released his cum inside of you. He pulled out to see the sheets stained with blood and your once-virgin pussy leaking with his cum. The older man kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel at your dresser to clean you up.
"How was it, princess? Was it good?" Logan asked as he gently wiped your thighs. You sat and rested your head on the board to look at him better.
You giggled and replied, "That was the best, Logan. I couldn't have asked for anything better." He softly grinned and leaned in to give you a soft, deep kiss. Logan savored the sweet taste of the cherry lipgloss. You hummed as he continued kissing you. And as the night became darker, the two of you slept soundly as the imprint of your gloss and virginity marked Logan and his warm cum filling you.
eudaimaniacs - 2024
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made it through the thing i was dreading and today actually wasn't that bad, im sure ill crash soon but rn im actually okay, crazy how much just like spending time with another person can improve my mental state like holy shit
#even if that person was my sister and we were going to a thing ive been dreading it was just so nice to be around someone im not afraid of#like im a little afraid of my sister but not in the anxious insane way im afraid of ppl at work#shes just scary bc shes mean to me sometimes about things im sensitive about but thats just what having a sister is#anyway better night than i expected thank fucking god#now i just have to hope my work doesnt call me again tonight at 4am and i somehow manage to sleep through the night#and that i can fall asleep in the first place bc lately im so stressed about those stupid work calls potentially happening#that its way harder to even fall asleep bc i just keep having that stupid fucking ringtone pop into my head and make my heart rate spike
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looking for something dumb to do
written for @steddiebingo 12 days of christmas mini event | prompt: proposal | rating: t | wc: 2,1k | tags: modern setting, past billy/steve, first meetings, flirting, fake proposal
read on ao3

Eddie sits at the restaurant, scrolling mindlessly on his phone, waiting for Wayne.
He laughs at yet another one of those hilarious videos of parents doing the Grinch prank on their kids. Seriously, there are so many and he finds them infinitely amusing. He just sent the latest one to Gareth, knowing heâll get a kick out of it too, and is waiting for his reply when someone slides into the seat in front of him.Â
He knows itâs not his uncle before he even looks up because he just texted Eddie to say he was running lateâ and ainât that rich coming from the same man whoâs always complaining about Eddie never being on time?Â
Anyway.Â
Eddie locks his phone just as Garethâs reply comes in but he does get a glimpse of a string of laughing emojis before he looks up. âSorry, man, that seat isââÂ
But the rest of the words die in his throat when his brain momentarily stops working. It does that sometimes, especially around hot guys. Like the one sitting in front of Eddie, staring at him with a tiny frown between his eyebrows, probably wondering why Eddie stopped talking like he got sniped.Â
âTaken. That seat is taken,â he finishes. Unlike me, Eddie thinks as he gives the guy an obvious once-over.Â
âShit, sorry, of course, but can youâ can you hear me out for a second?âÂ
Eddie raises an eyebrow at him, his interest piqued. The guy is hunched over himself like heâs trying to hide and his voice has a frantic tilt.
âUh sure, man, whatâs up?âÂ
The guy probably expected Eddie to tell him to fuck off because he lets out a relieved little sigh when he agrees to listen to him. Then he leans over the table, lowering his voice.Â
âDo you see that guy with the mustache waiting at the entrance? Heâs my ex-boyfriend and a dick and he just showed up with the girl that he cheated on me with,â he explains hurriedly.Â
Eddie locates the guy waiting to be seated and the girl holding his hand. Heâs hot and sheâs hot but the guy sitting in front of him has them both beat.
âSo I havenât seen him since I caught them together and ended things with him andâ you know when you break up with someone and constantly think about how things will go when you run into them again? How theyâll see you and realize they lost the breakup and made a mistake by letting you go?â Eddie gives a short nod and the guy keeps going. âRight so that was my plan, only thereâs a problem because the guy I was meeting for dinner tonight stood me up and now Iâm here alone and pathetic and fucking Billy is here with his fiancĂŠe! Yes, theyâre going to get married! Even if he always insisted he would never do that andââÂ
He keeps rambling but Eddie is stuck on the fact that not only did this guy get cheated on but also someone stood him up. What the fuck?Â
If he ever went on a date with someone as hot as him, Eddie would lock him down faster than anyone can sayâ
ââhelp?âÂ
Eddie blinks. Shit. The guy just asked him something and he has no idea what it was.Â
âUh, sâsure, how can I help?âÂ
Despite his flawless attempt to make it seem like he was paying attention, the guy can tell Eddie zoned out at some point. It drags an amused chuckle out of him. âI thought I could sit here with you until they leave or until they are seated and I can sneak out without them seeing me,â he says, running a hand through his hair and giving Eddie a sheepish look.Â
Eddieâs phone lights up with a text then. The guyâs eyes dart down, and even if he canât read what it says, he makes his own assumptions.Â
âUnlessâ unless your date is almost here and you need me to fuck off before they arrive?â He says, his expression turning panicked again. He moves his chair back as if to get up and leave, almost taking out the poor waiter.
Eddie reaches across the table and grabs hold of his sweater, stopping him. âActually my date is just my uncle and he said heâs running late,â he says with his fingers wrapped around the guyâs wrist.Â
His eyes flicker down, widening a little but he doesnât pull his hand back. âSo?âÂ
âSo you can stay.â
The guy visibly relaxes. âFuck, thanks so muchââ
âEddie,â he offers when the guy trails off.Â
âThanks, Eddie,â the guy says with a lopsided grin that makes Eddieâs chest flutter.Â
Eddie nods and leans back until his chair is balancing on two legs. He has no choice but to let go of the guyâs sweater. âSo what are we doing here? Are we friends? Are we on a first date? Have we been dating for a while? Whatâs the game plan, big boy?â
The guy sputters, adorably flustered. âWe donâtâ we donât have to do anything like that, man.âÂ
âWhy? Iâm not pretty enough to make your ex jealous?â Eddie teases, pouting a little.Â
âNo!â The guy hurries to say then realizes what that sounds like and blushes furiously. âI meanâ no, thatâs not it. Youâre definitely pretty. Handsome. Hot. Uhââ
Eddie canât help the way his grin gets bigger with every compliment until he can feel his dimples digging into his cheeks. By then the guyâs face is as red as the tablecloth. âOh keep âem coming, sweetheart. Flattery definitely works on me.â
He chuckles nervously. âItâs justâ I canât ask you to do that, man.â
âDo what? Pretend that a guy like me can get a date with someone as hot as you?â He leans forward again, resting his chin on his palms and smirking. âOh, baby, it would be my pleasure.âÂ
âJesus,â the guy mutters. Eddieâs blatant flirting doesnât give him a chance to get his blush under control. âI guess we could pretend weâre on a date if youâre up for it.â
Out of the corner of his eye, Eddie notices Billy and his fiancĂŠe following a waiter to their table. Theyâre going to walk right past them and thereâs no way he wonât see Steve. As they get closer, Eddie catches a glimpse of the engagement ring on the girlâs fingerâ
âIâll do you one better,â he says as he gets an idea. âDo you trust me?âÂ
The guy lets out an amused laugh. âI just met you,â he says, and when Eddie shrugs like heâs sayingâ so? he adds, âOkay, sure, why not?âÂ
Eddie shoots him a grin. âWhatâs your name?âÂ
âSteve.âÂ
âYour full name.â
âHarrington,â Steve says, his face pulling into a frown. âWhy do you need my lastââ
âSteve Harrington!â Eddie says loudly, watching as Steveâs eyes widen almost comically. The people around them whip their heads in their direction, including Billy and his girl. Perfect.
âI was planning to do this after dinner but I just canât hold myself back anymore,â Eddie continues just as loudly. He furtively removes one of his many rings before pushing his chair back and standing up.Â
He shoots Steve a quick wink and drops down on one knee.Â
âOh my God,â Steve whispers disbelievingly as he understands whatâs happening. His shock only makes Eddieâs plan more believable.Â
âSteve, Stevie, sweetheart, I still remember the moment when we met like it was five minutes ago,â he starts, watching Steveâs lips twitch almost imperceptibly. âI remember thinking you were so fucking out of my league you shouldnât even be talking to me, but fate willed it so, and now Iâm lucky enough to call you mine. So now I ask you to let me call you mine forever. Steve, the love of my life, my Prince Charming, the best lay Iâve ever had, will you please marry me?â He finishes by holding up his ring, looking expectantly at Steve, wondering if heâll play along.Â
He does.
Wiping a fake tear, he leans forward on his chair, cupping Eddieâs cheeks between his hands. âEddie, our time together might seem short but Iâve always known I was right to pick you,â Steve says and Eddie has to hold back a snigger when he follows his leadâ sticking to the truth as much as they can. âNow Iâm picking you again. Forever. Yes, I will marry you.â
The people around them start clapping when Eddie takes Steveâs hand and slides his ring on his finger. He presses a kiss to the back of his hand, earning some cooing from the two women sitting on the table next to theirs. Billy doesnât clap and his nose wrinkles when Steve pulls Eddie to his feet and into a hug, glaring at the back of his head.
Eddie canât help but smirk against Steveâs shoulder.Â
âYouâre insane,â he mutters into Eddieâs hair. It should be weird hugging a stranger but Eddie actually enjoys it. It feels familiar somehow. âThank you.â
Eddie pulls back and grins, his hands still on Steveâs hips. âArenât you glad you picked me, huh, sweetheart?âÂ
Steve lets out a laugh. âYeah, yeah, I am.â
âEddie?â A familiar gruff voice says and Eddie whips his head around to see his uncle approaching, his eyes darting from Eddie to Steve to Eddieâs hands on Steveâs waist and Steveâs arms looped around Eddieâs neck.Â
âWayne!â He says, his grin not faltering for a second. This isnât the weirdest thing Wayne has walked in on when it comes to Eddie. âYouâre just in time to meet your new son-in-law!â
Wayneâs eyebrows shoot up and next to him, Steve makes a strangled sound.Â
Eddie signals a waiter and it turns out to be the same one who was guiding Billy and his girl to their table before. Billy is nowhere to be found, he probably scurried off to their table while Steve and Eddie were distracted with each other, hoping Steve wouldnât see him. Serves you right, asshole, he thinks triumphantly.Â
âWhat can I do for the happy couple? Congratulations, by the way,â the waiter says and Eddie beams, pulling Steve closer with the arm wrapped around his waist.Â
âThank you, kind sir. Can you get us another chair for my uncle?â
The waiter nods and goes to retrieve one.Â
âEddie, you donât have toâ I can just goââ Steve says, a faint pink blush covering his cheeks.
âI canât let you leave, Steve. Weâre engaged now, itâd look weird,â Eddie says, and itâs true but he also doesnât want to say goodbye to Steve yet.
And maybe Steve doesnât want to say goodbye either because he folds easily. âYeah, okay.â
They explain to Wayne what he walked into and his uncle gets a kick out of it. He and Steve get along surprisingly well, and by the end of the night, it almost feels like Steve was part of their dinner plans from the beginning.Â
Wayne leaves shortly after dessert but Steve and Eddie stick around for one more drink, neither of them wanting the night to end.Â
It has to, eventually, but Eddie is pretty sure that this wonât be the last he sees of Steve, not after they spent the whole night getting to know each other and flirting up a storm.
On their way out they run into Billy and his girlfriend, and Steve almost seems surprised when they do. Like he forgot Billy was there, despite him being the reason why he talked to Eddie in the first place. Their conversation is short but Eddie makes sure to hold Steveâs hand the whole time and call Billy âBobbyâ a total of three times just to annoy him.
After they leave, Eddie walks Steve to his car.Â
âThanks again,â he says, leaning against the door. âFor helping me out. And for dinner.â
âIt was my pleasure,â Eddie smiles. âWe should do it again sometime.â
Steve quirks an eyebrow. âStage a proposal?â
Eddie chuckles. âWell, I was thinking about dinner but Iâm always happy to get down on my knees for a hot guy,â he says with a wink.Â
A slightly strangled laugh tumbles out of Steveâs lip but his eyes sparkle with interest. âMaybe letâs start with dinner. Just the two of us.â
They exchange numbers, promising to call each other. When Eddie turns around to start walking toward his van, Steve calls his name.
âDonât forget your ring,â he says, sliding it off.Â
But Eddie reaches out to stop him. âKeep it,â he says, âyou can give it to me next time.âÂ
With a grin, Steve slides it back on.Â
He ends up keeping the ring, but thatâs okay because Eddie gets to keep Steve.Â
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Three Times is Perfect
Male Reader x Haerin x Minji
Tags: 7k, first time, creampie, oral, threesome, tw
The story is not ours; we are simply alter the original story to our preferred settings.

âAre you ready for me? I hope youâre saving up for when I see you tomorrow đâ
Minji attached a video. It was taken right before we were going to be separated for months. The video started on her face, scrunched up in pleasure, then scanned down her chest to her perky tits that were crowned by stiff nipples. The video kept going down, showing her taut, flat stomach and the perfectly smooth shaved pussy.
Further down, I could see her pussy lips welcoming my cock over and over again accompanied by a wet sound.
Behind the camera, I could hear myself saying in a low, gruff voice, âFuck, Minji, Iâm about to cum.â
âJust cum inside me,â Minji moaned. âCum in me...â
The video shows me bottoming her out as far as possible, before emptying a weekâs worth of cum into her pussy. Minji moaned off-camera as I pulled my cock from her grasping pussy, allowing the cum to spill out of her, itâs overflowing. I paused the video.
âCome on,â I typed back.
âThat is not fair. Youâre making it difficult for me to stick to our agreement.â
I must admit that quitting masturbation for weeks was more difficult than I expected. But the girlfriend was going to be out of town for that whole time, and Iâd agreed to save it for her. Knowing the pent up passion will make my first time fucking her in weeks even better.
Our junior year of college ended three weeks ago, so our entire group of friends decided to take a vacation at Yejunâs familyâs home in Jeju before starting our summer jobs, and Minji needed to visit family, so she was only coming for the last leg of the trip.
âOnly 16 more hours,â Minji texted back. âI get in late tonight.â
âWake me up when you do,â I replied.
âIâve got a few ideas.â She attached another picture, this time of herself with two fingers buried inside her wet pussy.
âToo much teasing and itâs only 9 a.m. - Iâm blocking youâ I joked, before hearing a knock at the door.
âOne sec.â I called out, before texting Minji: âHave to go, big day of hiking ahead.â I put my phone down, then yelled to the door âCome in!â
Haerin stepped through the door, looking alert and chipper in athletic attire. She took in the room, frowning.
âWeâve only been here one night and your room already look like garbage dump.â

Kang Haerin. My childhood friend grew up two houses from me. We both went to the same college, which was several states away from our hometown, and we remained good friends. However, I canât say no one asked about me and Haerin, since weâre really that close.
She was undeniably beautiful. I wonder how she can be her while Iâm just⌠me? God really has a favorite.
Though many of our friends say that Haerin has a cat-like personality. Thatâs right, âa catâ as in small domestic animals covered with fur. See, I'm not sure where they got that idea.
Watching her grew into a stunning, willowy woman with a shapely ass and breasts that were on the smaller side but perfectly fit her short frame. I knew she was beautiful, but our relationship was never particularly romantic, which suited us perfectly. We worked too well as friends to risk anything. Besides, she had been the one to introduce me to Minji, and Haerin was dating Yejun.
âYou know how I feel about putting clothes in drawers while on vacation. Besides, you donât have to share my room,â I said.
I stealthily tucked my erection into my waistband and stood up, brushing past her to grab one of the shirts from the ground to put it on.
âYouâre horrible,â Haerin said with a laugh. âAnyway, I was just coming to rouse you for breakfast. Everyone else is done eating.â
âShould I pack a hat?â
âI donât know. Yejun said there was a chance of rain. Can I check the weather from your phone?â
âSure.â
Haerin picked up my phone, then let out a yelp and dropped it. She blushed furiously âWaaaa, Sorry, Sorry!â
âWhat?â I crossed to the bed and picked up my phone. Minji had texted one last picture, this one a closeup of us having sex. The caption read: âDonât tire yourself out too much.â Haerin had picked up my phone only to get an eyeful of my cock stretching out her friendâs pussy.
âSorry, I didnât realize that would be up on my phone,â I said, embarrassed. âMinjiâs been... sending me stuff in preparation for her arrival tonight.â
âOh, yeah- no, I get it.â Haerin blushed even deeper, then paused. âI- I only looked for a second, so I barely saw anything.â
âNo, of course.â I said.
She looked more flustered than I had seen her in a long time. Neither of us knew what to say.
âI- Iâll just check the weather on my phone,â Haerin said, rushing out of my room.
Given that she was dating Yejun, I assumed she had overcome her embarrassment and shame about sex, but she was still fairly innocent. However, she had just been surprised with a close-up photo of her two friends having sex, so who wouldnât be embarrassed?
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Despite the late start, a few cups of black coffee jolted me awake for the hike. Our other friends were experienced hikers who were glad to drag us along at their rapid pace, up trails with pine needles that covered treacherous rocks and roots. I spent the majority of the hike watching where I put my foot, expecting to twist my ankle at any second. When I did hike without my eyes glued to the ground, I found them drawn up perfect, toned, slender legs to Haerinâs ass in her tight athletic shorts. She was walking ahead of me, holding hands with Yejun.
I shake my head. Clearly, a combination of Minjiâs teasing and the sexual frustration of the last few weeks had transformed me into a dog, slobbering over anything with the slightest female form.
We stopped for water at a clearing that looked out over the miles of trees below us. As I drank from my water bottle, Yejun pulled me aside.
âCan I ask you something? Itâs about Haerin.â
âWhatâs up?â I thought Haerin had told him about the picture sheâd seen of Minji and me and I was ready to apologize.
âHaerin and I have been dating for like eight months now, and...â he paused, a little awkward. âI know this is weird, since you guys have been friends forever, but Iâm just gonna say it: I kinda thought weâd be doing more, sexually, by now. All weâve done is dry humping, nothing below the clothes.â
Hearing that was surprising, but not completely unexpected. I donât know how that made me feel. Part of me was bummed for my friends that they were missing out on all the great things sex had to offer, but another part of me, one I didnât realize was there, felt a flash of... something. Not surprise, but maybe lust. I tried to kept my face straight as he went on.
âSheâs said sheâs waiting to actually have sex, which I totally understand, but do you think sheâd want to do anything more than just make out and dry hump? Not just for me. Iâd like to make her... finish, you know.â
âI havenât talked with her about it, itâs not the sort of thing we discuss.â I said, truthfully.
âDo you know if sheâs ever gone further than that with her previous boyfriends?â He asked.
âWhat previous boyfriends?â
Haerin had never dated anyone seriously before Yejun. Hell, the only reason I knew she was straight in high school was that sheâd talk about having crushes on boys, but when Iâd tell her to do something, sheâd refuse.
âIf I were you, Iâd just let her lead the way. She does what she wants, but not before sheâs ready.â I added.
On the way back down the mountain I watched Haerin with more curiosity. It certainly explained her reaction to the picture - she was totally inexperienced, so maybe it was more disgust at what she had seen. I felt bad for just leaving my phone open. I knew her well enough to know her reaction wouldnât be one of judgment, but it had to make her uncomfortable. I resolved to apologize when I got the chance.
By the end of the hike, we were all soaked in sweat. Haerin pulled up her shirt to mop her flushed face, I could make out the tender curve of her breasts beneath her sports bra⌠I felt another pang somewhere in my stomachâŚsurprisingly hard nipples. When she lowered the shirt she was looking right at me. I looked away, a little too late.
Damn, I thought, cursing the fact that Minji wouldnât return for another eight or nine hours. I just needed to stop myself from getting horny for long enough not to do something stupid.
â
âWell, Iâm gonna head to bed,â Yejun said, getting up. It was late at night and weâd put on a movie after the night of drinking had wound down. Just about everybody had drifted off from the movie and gone to sleep, save for me, Yejun, and Haerin, whoâd seen it through to the end. We were all tired, dressed for bed.
âIâll be right there,â Haerin said, as Yejun wandered off groggily. Then she turned to me, a small smile on her lips. âT minus two hours until Minji gets here. Are you excited?â
âOf course. I miss her a lot.â
âI mean, are you... excited?â Haerin said, gesturing down at my crotch.
âHahaha,â I said sarcastically.
Haerin sat in a comfortable recliner across from me, her legs crossed under her. Without realizing it, my eyes drifted down her pajama-clad form and I saw with a start that she wasnât wearing panties under her loose pajama shorts. I could make out a small dark bush and the tight cleft at the top of what seemed to be her beautiful innie pussy. Of course she wasnât shaven, I thought, my cock beginning to thicken. Sheâd never even had sex.
âI guess she hasnât been too far away, considering all those pictures,â Haerin said.
She shifted on the chair. I got an even better view of her small bush, and through it, her neat pussy lips.
âYeah. Iâm sorry about that. You shouldnât have to see that.â I tore my eyes away from the faint glimpse of her pussy.
âNo, I liked it,â Haerin said. âThe wifiâs terrible out here, so my porn has been taking forever to load. Easier to just get it off from the two of you.â
âThereâs plenty more where that came from,â I joked.
âIs there?â
I looked at her, trying to decide whether she was bluffing. Weâd both had a lot to drink, but the several hours of the movie had sobered us up. She didnât usually speak this brazenly.
âYeah. Videos, too.â
Haerinâs face was now as flushed as mine, is sheâs serious?
âCan I see it?â
âShould I airdrop them?â
Haerin stood up and walked across the room to mine. My heart started to beat fast. I couldnât stand up, because I was so hard.
âShow me.â
I opened my phone, trying to keep my hands from shaking. I pulled up the picture sheâd seen, the close-up of Minjiâs pussy with my bare cock drilling into it.
âReally?â I asked.
Haerin nodded. She leaned down, and I caught the soft curve of her small breast down her sleep shirt. I hesitated, then thought, Fuck it. I turned the phone to her.
âIâve already seen this one,â she whispered, sending a shiver up my spine. This was bad. I was too horny. I should lock my phone and get out of here. I swiped to the next one -- the video of me and Minji, paused with the cum trickling out of her pussy, her tits and face in the shot.
âWhere are you?â
I rewound the video. The only sound in the room was the slick squishing noise of me and Minji fucking, then her moaning. Haerinâs mouth was half-open as she watched.
âFuck, Minji, Iâm about to cum.â At that, I quickly paused the video, returning to my senses. This was too much. Too personal. Minji wouldnât want me showing intimate videos of us to one of our best friends. And did I really want Haerin to see my dick? I was more drunk than I thought. And so was she, if she allowed it.
âSorry,â I mumbled. âI shouldnât show you that.â
âNo, itâs okay,â Haerin muttered. âItâs⌠hot. I have a thing for small dicks.â
I looked up at her. She was grinning. We both burst into laughter.
âOh, youâŚâ I said, leaping up to grab her. She shrieked and tried to make an escape, but I grabbed her and tackled her, tickling her, onto the couch. We were both laughing. Only when I paused for breath did I realize what a bad idea that had been. I was still completely hard, and was only wearing my boxers.
From beneath me, Haerin tickled me back, and I grabbed her arms, trying to keep her from tickling me.
The rest of it happened fast. I was on top of her, hard, and somewhere in the maneuvering, my cock must have slipped out of the hole in my boxers. I knew that reaching down to fix the situation would immediately make it clear to her what had happened, so I tried to keep her pinned, unable to look down. That was my undoing -- Haerin spread her legs, trying to get them around me for some reason.
All of a sudden, as she did, I felt my cock press up through the leg of her baggy shorts, against her mound. She gasped in surprise, moving her lower body back, but all that did was make my cock slip down, nestling into the hot wetness between her pussy lips. It happened so fast I didnât even think about the fact that she was dripping wet.
âIs that yourâŚâ Haerin started to ask, trying to reposition herself.
Then I felt my cockhead slipped inside her opening. We both froze. I looked down. Her pussy lips were stretched around my cock. I didnât even have time to think about how amazing her pussy looked -- how long Iâd wondered what it would look like, what sheâd feel like. Though I was only a few inches into her, it was almost too much for me.
âY- Youâre... inside me.â Her voice quavered.
It happened in such slow motion that the freeze-frame image of Haerin below me, looking down in open-mouth surprise at her shorts pulled to the side, her wet pussy clenching my bare cock is imprinted on my mind, though the moment only lasted a second or two.
âIâm sorry,â I said. âI didnât mean to...â
âNo⌠I- I wasnât wearing panties, itâs my...â She trailed off, her breath ragged.
The moment felt like a dream. Neither of us was moving to pull apart. My cock throbbed inside her, and she gasped as I felt her pussy clench. She was getting wetter, somehow. Involuntarily, I pushed an inch further into her, my cock moving on its own to bury itself as deep into her scalding hot pussy as it could.
âWaitâŚâ she said, her voice soft and strained.
âDonât-â Then she was cut off by a gasp. Her body shuddered, and her legs which still around my back, pushed me deeper into her. I bottomed her out, God her pussy is sooo tight.
Haerin was small, but she could take my whole length buried snugly inside her. Then she came, hard, trying to stifle her own moans while her pussy clenched around my cock.
âAnhh- fuck IâmâŚcumming...â Haerin whimpered.
Her body jerked, and she wrapped her arms around mine, pushing our bodies together. Her pussy felt too tight. I wasnât going to last, especially after three weeks of no sex or masturbation. I was bare inside of her, I couldnât cum in her. With the last ounce of my willpower, I tried to pull out.
âHaerin, Iâm gonnaâŚâ
I only made it halfway. Haerin, who was still shuddering in orgasm, firmly pulled me back into her. That feeling of sliding my entire length back into her tight pussy was the end of it. I felt my cock swelling up, before I came hard, deep inside her.
As my cock jerked, shooting cum against the back walls of her pussy, her eyes snapped open. She could feel my warmth splashing into her.
âNo, no, Iâm notâŚoohhhâŚâ
She writhed in orgasm again, while I emptied weeksâ worth of cum into her. Any thought of trying to pull out was forgotten. All I wanted to do was bury into her and fill her up. I came and came. Each jerk of my cock within her drew another small moan from her. Her pussy squeezed my cock tighter than any I had ever experienced.
âOh my god....â she moaned softly.
I slumped down on top of her, breathing heavily into her neck. We stayed like that for a while, until the last jerks of my cock and the last of her small shudders subsided, indicating that weâd ridden out our climaxes.
I lifted my head to look at her. She was beautiful- wide brown eyes, cheeks flushed, her hair a mess on her sweaty forehead. Through her white sleep shirt, I could see the outlines of her areolae and the tiny tents of her nipples. We looked at each other for quite a while, faces close together, then she shook her head in wonder.
âI canât believe that just happened.â
Haerin looked down on our connection, where my cock was still buried inside her. Her pussy was overflowing with our mixed love juice, dripping and creaming around my cock.
âYou cum inside meâŚâ she said, quietly.
âI- Iâm so sorry,â I said, âI didnât mean to-â
âNo, I stopped you from pulling out. I... Iâve never cum that hard before. It was⌠really good, I didnât want it to end.â
âMe neither,â I said, and she let out a small laugh. As she did, her pussy squeezed me, milking another drop of cum from me.
I breathed out and lifted myself up, pulling my cock out of Haerin with a soft squishing noise. My cum dripped out from between her legs, and she reached down to catch it with her fingers. âWow.â
âIâm sorry.â
âDo you always... cum this much? How does Minji take it all?â
The mere mention of Minji twisted my insides. âOh, godâŚâ
âDonât feel bad. It was an accident.â Haerin was still on her back, legs spread, looking up at me, making no effort whatsoever to conceal her small, hairy, freshly fucked pussy. It was a beautiful sight.
âYeah, An accident.â I said.
âNo need to explain to either Minji or Yejun why you took your best friendâs virginity and pumped her pussy full of cum, especially when it wasnât on purpose.â
âOh fuck- Haerin, IâŚâ In the rush of sensations, I had completely forgotten that I had taken her virginity.
She finally stood, barely reaching my collarbone. I couldnât read her expression. Then she just pulled off her shirt, revealing her beautiful round, petite breasts that sat high on her chest, with brown nipples that looked perfect on her small tits. She slid her shorts down, revealing her pussy in all its glory. A line of cum is dripping down her legs.
âIâm going to need to shower.â She looked dead serious.
I couldnât tell if she was angry, confused, sad, or⌠I was horrified to think Iâd just ruined one of my longest friendships.
âHaerin, IâŚâ
âCome join me.â
She took a step toward me and wrapped her arms around me. I hugged her back. In my dazed state, I hadnât tucked my cock back into my boxers, and it was pressing into her mound. I was still wet from our combined juices. Haerin looked up at me. Tentatively as if we hadnât just fucked, I leaned in to kiss her. Our lips met in a spark of passion, we kissed with an open mouth as our tongues probing hungrily for each other, And as if it had been forever. Finally, we broke apart.
âLosing virginity to your best friend, that was the best way to lose my virginity I could have ever asked for.â
Haerin took my hand and led us to the bathroom before locking the door behind us.
âNever know when Yejun will be back,â she said softly.
Haerin turned on the shower. Undressing myself as I watched her outline in the mirror, her incredible ass, tight and perfect for her frame, and that pristine lips between her legs. She shivered after splashing water on her breasts to test their warmth.
âThis place takes forever to turn on the hot water,â Haerin said.
I was zooning out, naked, half-hard, staring at her. âWhat?â
âOh- just trying to figure out where weâre going from here.â I added.
âDonât overthinking it. We will always love each other. One accident wonât change that. Besides, thereâs something poetic about losing your virginity to the same person you had your first kiss with. Someone you can really trust.â
As she spoke, she stood close to me in this small bathroom. It was surreal having this conversation with your best friend, not to mention that both of us naked, having just fucked, cum still dripping out of her pussy. I started to get hard again, cursing myself for being this horny.
âWow,â she said, looking down at my crotch.
âAlready? You are insatiable.â
âIâve just been wondering how you look naked, and here you are. Iâm sorry, I didnât mean to make it weird.â
Haerin grabbed my cock with her slender hand.
âWhy do you think I wanted to shower with you?â
She got down on her knees, looking up at me with her beautiful eyes and her small mouth half-open. Slowly but surely, she reached out her tongue to lick my tip. A strand of our mixed juice trailed from her tongue.
âHaerinâŚâ
âIâve never given a blowjob, either,â she said thoughtfully, working her hands up and down my shaft. She circled the tip with her tongue.
âI assumed it would happen before I had sex. I definitely didnât think Iâd be licking my own cum off a cock that had just finished inside me,â she said.
She parted her lips and enveloped my cock in the warm wetness of her mouth. She bobbed up and down on my shaft several times, cleaning her pussy juices and mine off with her tongue. Then she pulled back, looking up at me while continued to jerk my cock.
âI canât tell if this is you or me, but wow, we taste really good together.â
Before I could answer, she closed her lips around me again, gradually finding a rhythm as she sucked me. I stroked her hair, looking down at the beautiful sight before me, Haerinâs hair is a mess, sucking her best friend cock, her nipples protruded proudly from her pert breast. Her mouth felt almost as amazing as her pussy, and I soon found myself swelling with anticipation. She clearly felt it too as she took me out of her mouth and askedâŚ
âWould you rather cum in my mouth or in my pussy?â
It was strange to hear her, the innocent, sweet, nerdy Haerin, talk like this.
âI didnât realize you liked talking dirty.â
âYou know me,â she said, smiling. âIâm a detail-oriented person.â She continued on sucking, demonstrating a surprising skill despite the fact that itâs her first time giving a blowjob.
She looked up at me and repeated her question.
âSo, in my mouth or in my pussy?â
âHonestly I want to do both, but you know me, always indecisive⌠and God⌠itâs hard to think with your mouth is on me.â
Haerin stood up as the bathroom started to steam up.
âThink the waterâs warm enough?â She asked, grinning.
She pulled me into the shower and our bodies intertwined under the water. I grabbed and kissed her hungrily, working my hands down her breasts, to her side, to her tight ass, pulling her close to me and pressing my cock against her. She lifted her leg onto the side of the bathtub, spreading herself to me. I got down on my knees and pressed my lips against her slit. She moaned in pleasure, but she turned my head, forcing me to look up at her.
âYou donât have to. I⌠I havenât shaved.â
âI donât care about that. Besides, Minji isnât either.â
âYeah,â Haerin said, inhaling as I planted a kiss on her nether lips. âIâve seen the evidenceâŚanhhhâ Small moan escapes her lips.
âI want to taste youâŚâ
That was the last word I said before I sank my tongue into her folds, working my way up to her clit and then back down, slowly. I slid a finger into her, pumping slowly in and out as I sucked and licked her clit. Iâve always loved the taste of pussy, and Haerinâs was no exception. As I finger-fucked her, I switched the up and down motion with my tongue to a circular motion, right on her clit.
âEnhhh god, please⌠just like that,â she whimpered.
âYouâre gonna make me cum again... ahhhâ
I kept up exactly like that, furiously tonguing her clit and driving my finger in and out of her. Her breath became heavier, and she pushed herself towards me, grinding hard against my mouth. I savored the taste of her tangy opening as she approached her second orgasm of the day.
Finally, with a great heaving sigh and a jerk of her body, she came. While her first orgasms had been hard and all-consuming, but relatively short, this one lasted longer, crashing like a slow wave. I held my mouth to her pussy and continued what I was doing until she stopped thrashing. She lifted me up and kissed me passionately.
âSo, what do I taste like?â She asked smilingly.
âHmm, you taste really good Haerinâ
âHave you ever tried lemon zest?â I added.
âMmmâ
âYou taste just like that,â I said, grinning.
She stood there for a moment, thinking about what I had just said, then she slapped my hand playfully, and we both burst out laughing.
I kissed her again, silencing her protest. She felt my cock nuzzled at her opening. She reached down and pump it up and down, stroking it up and down in a slow motion, we broke our embrace and she looked up at me. Water cascading down her breasts and dripping off her nipples.
âYou didnât cum in my mouth, and it seems that your dick made the choice for you. In my pussy it is.â
âHaerin. Once is an accident, twice is a choice,â
âJust for tonight, kay? I need you in me.â She said softly.
I slowly began to push in through her tight pussy lips, a thought crossed my mind and I looked at her.
âYouâre not on birth control, are you?â She shook her head, kissing me again and spread her legs wider so I could go deeper into her. And deeper it went, I began to push deeper, faster, and harder over and over again as her pussy stretching to accommodate its intruder.
âI could have sworn you got bigger just now,â she whispered, a small moan escapes her lips with every thrust.
âMaybe I like cumming inside you without protection.â
âEhm yeah? maybe I like that, too⌠Ahhâ
I looked down at our connection, how her perfect lips split open by my grith. She was so unbelievably silky and wet, the perfect pussy that I would ravage forever if I had the chance. And I was bare inside her. I couldnât tear my eyes away from her pussy or her petite breasts, barely moving as I bottomed out in her again and again.
âCan I ask you something?â she panted between strokes.
âWhat?â
âWho... who feels better? Who do you like fucking more? Me or Minji?â
âThatâs not fair,â I said. âLook who Iâm inside of right now.â
Talking about Minji while fucking Haerin emphasized the forbidden feeling of it all. I could feel another orgasm rushing on, so I closed my eyes and tried to delay it.
âBut if you had to say. And you can be honest.â She said.
âWhen I fuck Minji,â I said, slowing down my frantic thrusting.
âItâs amazing. She has the most incredible body, experienced, and knows exactly what to do to get me to cum. Sometimes I just enjoy burying myself in her pussy and feeling all of her around meâ
âGod, Haerin, you are so tightâŚâ I stopped, holding my throbbing cock as far into her as it would go. Her eyes were mostly closed, savoring the feeling.
âSometimes when I finish in her, sheâll reach down and taste me. Which just gets me going again. I have filled her up every different way. Just about every time youâve seen her, sheâs been full of me.â Haerin moaned at this, clenching me inside her.
âBut you⌠itâs a whole different thing, fuckâŚâ I growled.
I started to build up the pace, gripping her tighter as I pound her faster. Haerin wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.
We froze.
âHaerin? Are you in there?â
It was Yejun. He sounded tired. Haerin looked at me, unsure what to do.
âNghhâŚyeah,â she called out. âIâm almost done.â
âWhy are you showering this late?â
I could hear the wet squelch of her pussy even over the rushing water of the shower as I slid my cock in and out of her. She struggled to maintain her voice even as she responded.
âI- I was feeling⌠a little dirtyâŚmmhhâ
âAre you okay babe?â Yejun asked.
âHmm⌠yeah⌠I- I just need a moment- nghhâŚâ
I couldnât hold out much longer. I whispered in her ear as I thrust into her âIâm going to cum.â
âDonât cum too much,â Haerin warned in a low voice, pausing to gasp as I bottomed out in her. âYouâre still going to need some for Minji tonight.â
âIâd rather use it all up in you.â
âAlright, Iâm going to sleep,â Yejun said from outside.
He had no idea I was fucking his girlfriend for the second time ever, readying to burst my cum into her unprotected pussy, again. Haerin maintained eye contact with me as I sank deeper into her.
âIâll come soon,â Haerin shouted to him, in a voice that I was sure sounded like she was being fucked. I looked down at her naked body, taking in the sight of her pink ravaged pussy and her firm tits, my thrusts increasing in intensity.
âHaerinâŚâ That was all I could groan out before I pulled her tightly as I buried my cock as deep as it could go into her and burst my second load, painting her wall white as far as it could reach. Iâm sure her womb is full of those small tadpoles by now.
Last time had been incredible for its novelty, but it had all happened so fast that I didnât take it all in. This time, I looked down at her, eyes wide open in pleasure as she felt the warm of cum quickly filling her up. I pulled out halfway and pushed in again, watching, satisfied, as a glob of cum was pushed out around my cock, painting her lips white.
Haerin held me hard, flinching as she came down from her orgasm, while I fucked my last drops of cum into her. I was as far up her pussy as I could go and there was nothing between us. I looked down at her cum-filled pussy split open as I pulled out. Cum poured out of her and onto the floor of the shower.
She inserted two fingers into herself and pulled them out, covered in cum. She brought her fingers to her mouth and let me watch as she licked them clean.
âBetter than Minji?â She asked with a low voice. In response, I leaned in to kiss her, our two tastes mingling as our lips met.
We toweled off quickly and went our separate ways after one last kiss. The last thing I thought before falling asleep was âI hope we did a good enough job washing each other off and -- out of ourselves.
â
I woke up the next morning, groggily taking in my surroundings, it was sunny in my room. Minjiâs bag was on the desk. I realized Minji must have gotten in and not woke me up, or worse, sheâd tried to wake me up and Iâd been too tired. Then I felt a warm, wet mouth wrap around my cock, which was rapidly hardening. I Recognize Minjiâs incredible lips as she looked up at me, smiling around my cock.

âGood morning!â She was topless, her breasts hanging down enticingly.
âIâm so sorry, I was really sleepy last nightâ I said.
Minji ran her tongue up the length of my cock, slowly and thoughtfully. âYou know you talk in your sleep, right?â
âWhat?â I asked.
âWell, usually you donât, but you must have been very tired.â She punctuated her sentences with slow licks on my cock. âSee, when I came in and got naked and tried to wake you up, you said the darnedest thing.â
Minji buried my cock in her mouth, deepthroating me until her nose was pressed against my pubic bone before pulling back out, lines of spit connecting her mouth to my shaft. I looked down at her, puzzled.
âRight around the time I got you into my mouth, you looked at me and said, A third time in one night.â As she said that, my stomach clenched
She climbed up the bed, angling my cock in between her folds. âI didnât know what that meant, but then you said, If we keep this up, Haerin, Iâll have no cum left for Minji.â She sat down on my still-wet cock, letting me bury myself into her velvety pussy.
âAt first, I thought it might just be a wet dream. But then I tasted your cock and wouldnât you know it, I could swear you tasted... different.â She lifted off of me, angling my cock into her for maximum tightness, then slowly inched back down. My head was filled with competing emotions; I was turned on, guilty, horrified, and excited all at once.
âMinjiâŚâ
âDid you fuck Haerin?â
I didnât know what to do or say, besides⌠âIâm sorry...â
She sped up on top of me, working my cock inside her as only she knew how. âI thought she was a virgin.â
âShe... she was. The first time was an accident,â I regretted and cursed myself. After these words left my mouth. Why the hell did I have to say âthe first time?â
âThe first time was an accident huh...and the second?â
âIt was- less of an accidentâŚâ This was crazy. What was going one? She didnât seem to be mad, asking the questions in a matter-of-fact tone, as if we were having a simple conversation while I was fucking her.
âIâm guessing you didnât wear a condom based on the taste she left on you.â I shook my head slowly. âLucky her. She loses her virginity by having raw sex with her best friend. Did you cum inside her?â
I nodded. My cock throbbed inside Minji, edging closer to orgasm. We both felt it. She kept her pace, sliding her perfect pussy up and down my cock.
âShe got three weeksâ worth of your cum. Was her pussy... overflowing?â she asked, again.
All I could do was nod, getting closer to my own orgasm, what the hell with all these questions anyway?
âAre you thinking about it right now? Picturing how she looked?â
âItâs- hard not to, when you asking about it⌠nghh fuck Minjiâ
âAre you gonna cum in me while thinking about Haerin?
In response, I pushed all the way into Minji and emptied the cum I had left up her pulsing canal. She moaned louder, grinding her clit hard against mine, and she cummed too. I held Minji close as my cock emptying itself inside her.
I noticed a movement near the door.
Haerin stood in the doorway, her gaze fixed on the spot where Minji and I were joined: Minji on top in a cowgirl position, legs spread, my cock splitting her open with her ass facing the door. Haerin could see our connection where I was bottoming out deep insider her friend.
Minji saw where I was looking and turned around to see Haerin. Haerin flushed and backed away from the doorway, but Minji called out to her, âYou can come in.â After a brief moment, Haerinâs head reappeared, beet-red.
âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toâŚâ
âMean to what?â Minji cut her off.
I was still hard inside Minji and I could feel drops of our cum running down creaming my shaft. Haerin tried hard not to look at it, but failed, miserably.
âYou didnât mean to watch, or you didnât mean to fuck my boyfriend and take all his cum like a little slut?â
Haerin said nothing, mortified. I didnât know what to say, either. Minji beckoned Haerin over to the bed, and she came hesitantly. She was wearing the same sleep shirt as last night, and her stiff nipples were clearly visible through it, maybe aroused by this all.
âDid you like watching us?â Minji asked and Haerin just nodded.
âSay it.â
âI liked watching,â Haerin said timidly.
âYou liked watching what?â
Haerin swallowed nervously. âAll of it. I liked... watching you... suck him off. I liked watching your pussy being pounded by him. I liked- watching⌠his cumming inside you.â
I was surprised to hear Haerin say that. The submissive side of her had taken over.
âCome here, you little slut.â Minji commanded.
Haerin got onto the bed, following her order. âNow I want you to taste our connection.â Haerin looked confused, so Minji clarified âTaste the place where heâs entering me.â
I was still rock-hard between Minji's lips. Haerin slid between my legs, looking directly at Minji's supple, round ass cheeks and her trimmed pussy around my cock. She tentatively reach oud her tongue to the underside of my cock. Slowly, she ran it up my shaft, gathering cum and Minji's cream on her tongue before reaching Minji's stretched pussy lips. She licked them up and around my cock, allowing me to feel her tongue on every pass. Minji breathed out slowly, clearly enjoying it.
âNow I want you to take him out of me and clean him off,â Minji said.
Haerin slowly reached out to grab my cock, which was slick with Minji's juices and my cum, and withdrew it from Minji with a soft squish. More of cum dripped on my cock. Haerin opened her mouth and leaned down take me in her mouth.
âDonât swallow,â Minji said. âKeep it in your mouth.â
Haerin bobbed her head up and down, deliberately licking and sucking the wetness off my cock. Directly in front of her nose was Minjiâs opening with cum dripping out slowly.
âNow put your mouth on my pussy and put it back in me.â
Haerin couldnât reply, her mouth full, she looked hesitant. Minji rolled over, spreading her legs in front of Haerin.
âHavenât you gotten enough of it? Put his cum back inside me.â
I was certain Haerin wouldnât do it. Fucking me was one thing, eating Minjiâs pussy was another. Would this new, submissive Haerin go for it? Still, she was holding the excess cum in her mouth, not swallowing it. She looked caught.
Minji absentmindedly rubbed her clit while waiting. Then, to my surprise, Haerin darted her mouth toward Minji's pussy, pressing her lips against it and reaching out her tongue to let the cum in her mouth dribble back into Minji's waiting hole. Minji moaned in pleasure.
âKeep going... make sure you get it all in...â
Haerin used her tongue to push the cum that had dribbled out of Minjiâs pussy back in. She began to fuck Minji with her tongue, in and out of her sopping hole, tasting my cum every time she reached deeper into Minji. Minji closed her eyes, rubbing her nipples with one hand and using the other to press Haerinâs face into her womanhood.
I was rock hard again. Haerin was eating the cum out of Minjiâs pussy, or, I guess, putting it back in. Was this a dream?
Minji writhed on the bed as Haerin continued lapping at her, bringing her tongue from the bottom of her pussy, where the cum had pooled, to the top, hungrily licking her clit. Minji gasped, her body rocked with waves of orgasm, and still Haerin kept going. I had never seen Minji orgasm from this angle, normally I was part of the process, and it was hot to see her body constrict in pleasure, tits bouncing, eyes screwed shut. It was even hotter watching Haerin eat her out.
Finally, Minji pulled Haerin's face away from her, which was wet with spit and our mixed juices. Both girls were panting.
âHave you ever gone down on a girl before?â Minji asked. Haerin shook her head, wiping off her mouth. She looked dazed but horny. âYouâre good at it.â
Minji looked over at me, at my cock, which was standing upright. âAnd after all that, heâs still ready.â
âThat was the hottest thing Iâve ever fucking seen,â was all I could manage to say.
Minji sat up and pushed Haerin down onto the bed, on her back. Under the sleep shirt, Haerin was wearing a pair of grey panties that were fully soaked through. Minji pulled the panties down, revealing Haerinâs wet, drenched pussy. As Haerin spread her legs, I watched her pussy lips come unglued from each other, revealing pink folds inside.
Minji reached down, into her own pussy, scooping my cum onto her fingers. She reached over and sank those fingers into Haerinâs. She moaned, writhing on the bed.
âYou donât need the extra lubrication,â Minji said, reaching down to spread her wetness over my cock. âBut itâll get you started.â
Minji pulled my cock to Haerinâs opening. I adjusted myself on the bed, getting up so I was supporting myself over Haerin. Minji slowly rubbed my tip up and down Haerinâs sopping lips, before putting me between them. Haerin cooed in pleasure.
âShow me how you fucked her.â
As I sank into Haerin for the third time, I looked over at Minji. My girlfriend was watching with rapt attention as I bottomed out in Haerinâs pussy. Then I looked at Haerin, who stared up at me with wide eyes. My longtime best friend, the girl I adored, was open beneath me.
âFill me up again,â Haerin whispered.
âOnce is an accident, twice is a choice, but three times?â I asked.
âThree times is perfect.â
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oscar's a grouch (or is he?)
pairing: oscar piastri x reader
summary: to your knowledge, oscar piastri really doesn't like you. but a night out in monaco makes you realize that maybe you don't know oscar's feelings towards you quite as well as you think you do. (3.7k)
warnings: swearing, unwanted advances from a man (not oscar, don't worry), a smidge of landoscar if u squint really hard
a/n: idk about y'all but this summer break is killing me đ i just wanna see my boys on track again is that too much to ask. anyways here's some oscar bc he's been giving literal crumbs lately (except for casually mentioning his broken fucking rib)



Youâre not even sure what you're celebrating tonight.Â
All you know is Lando called you a few hours ago demanding you come to some club with him and a few of his other driver friends, and who were you to deny yourself a fun night out? Especially one where you can put all your drinks on Landoâs tab. (Youâre not a gold diggerâLando refuses to let you pay for most things when you go out because he, and you quote, âmakes a shit ton of money, so why not use itâ.)Â
Now youâre here, sipping the last of your third (fourth maybe?) drink of the night until thereâs nothing but ice.Â
The music blasting through the club is so loud you feel the bass thumping in your chest, and it only gets louder when you venture through the crowd in search of the group you came with.
Somehow youâd gotten separated, but itâs really not too hard to locate them. All you have to do is look for a very tall, very polite looking British man a head taller than everyone else, and then youâve found George Russell.
He spots you too, beckoning you over into the VIP section with a cool nod of his head. All the other drivers are around tooâCarlos winks at you over the rather brightly patterned mini umbrella in his drink, Max tips his glass at you as you make your way by.Â
Charles and Oscar sit together on a sofa further into the section, seeming deep in conversation, but look up as you pass them. The Monegasque reaches up to give you a fist bump, and Oscar just blinks at you, taking a measured swig of his beer. You fight the urge to sigh at his standoffishness.Â
Over the years, Landoâs friends have quickly become your friends too, but Oscar Piastri is an enigma you have yet to crack. You know heâs on the quieter side because Lando had warned you of it before youâd met Oscar for the first time, but you werenât expecting completely and totally icy.
The Oscar that Lando always talks about excitedly is an entirely different person than the Oscar youâve become familiar with.Â
It seems like he can barely look you in the eye whenever you try to make small talk with him, and you donât think youâve ever been alone with him because he always finds a way to slip away before you can even try to make a genuine connection with him.Â
What makes things even better (read: worse) is that despite all that, youâve grown a small crush on Oscar. Youâre not sure how, and youâre not sure why, but that doesnât make your feelings any less real. Youâve accepted that this is just the way things will always be with him, you with a pesky crush and him not wanting anything to do with you.Â
You find Lando quickly, bopping around to the beat of the song playing without a care in the world. He looks like heâs having the time of his life, and when he spots you, he positively beams, waving wildly at you.Â
âHey, you!â He exclaims. âHow are you? I love you!âÂ
âI love you too!â You chuckle. âI was gonna get another drink, dâyou want anything?âÂ
âWhat?â He yells, brows furrowing. âYouâre gonna dye your hair pink?â
âAnother drink, dummy! Do you want another drink?â You make sure heâs looking at you this time, over-enunciating your words, so heâll understand them. He narrows his eyes at you in the dim lighting but gets the gist of your question, perking up at the possibility of yet another drink.Â
âMore vodka shots, baby! One for you, one for me! No, one for everyone!â He giggles, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
His movement is so enthusiastic he nearly tips the two of you over, stumbling on his feet clumsily. Youâre quick to push him back into an upright position, grimacing with effort as you trudge over to the nearest sofa and deposit him onto the seat unceremoniously.Â
âOh, this is nice,â He sighs, stroking the leather dreamily. âI shouldâI should get one of these for my place. Dâyou think theyâd let me take it home?âÂ
âI really donât think so, Lan,â You reply, amused. âStay here. Donât leave this sofa.âÂ
Lando groans, tilting his head back against the cushions. âOkay, mum. God!âÂ
Right, so maybe he doesnât need those extra shots after all.Â
You shoot him one more stern look before leaving him behind and heading for the bar, quietly tasking Carlos with making sure Lando doesnât do anything stupid while youâre gone.Â
Thereâs an empty spot at the bar when you approach, and you slide in, fingers tapping on the countertop idly as you wait for the bartender to finish up other drinks.Â
âHey.âÂ
You glance to your left to see a man you donât recognize, smiling at you.
âHi.â You say back, pressing your lips into a polite smile. Youâre hoping thatâll be the end of the conversation, because youâre not really in the mood to be talking to someone you donât know when all youâre trying to do is order something.Â
âWhatâs a pretty thing like you doing all alone in a club like this?â His eyes rake over you from head to toe as he says it, shamelessly checking you out with a glint in his eye that makes you feel dirty.Â
You take a small, calculated step backward, and much to your dismay, he takes that as an invitation to inch forward. âIâm with a group of friends.âÂ
âAre they all as attractive as you?â He must think heâs being smooth, but it just makes you even more uncomfortable.Â
âPretty sure theyâre not your type,â You reply flatly. âUnless youâre into dudes.âÂ
The manâs nostrils flare, like youâre accusing him of something absurd. âIâm not. Iâve only dated girls. Really hot girls.âÂ
âUhâŚgood for you? I donât reallyââÂ
âWhatâs your name? I bet itâs something sexy.âÂ
âYâknow, my friends are probably wondering where I am, so Iâm just gonnaââÂ
âWhatâs the rush, sweetheart? Iâm just trying to get to know you,â He drawls, stroking clammy fingers over the back of your hand. You yank it away, reaching up to adjust the strap of your top just so he wasnât touching you anymore. Maybe a little bit harsh, but the vibe youâre getting from him isnât good at all.Â
âI have a boyfriend,â You reply stiffly. Itâs a boldfaced lie, but you're hoping you sound convincing enough to get this guy off your case. Heâs starting to make you nervous.Â
He takes an overdramatic look at your surroundings before focusing back on you, shrugging. âI donât see one.âÂ
As if the universe is presenting you with a way out, you spot Oscar walking by at that very second, and before you can think you're grabbing his hand, tugging him towards you. He comes willingly, but looks slightly confused as you tuck yourself close to him.
Heâs definitely not your first choice, but right now you don't think you can afford to be picky. At least it's someone you know.Â
You pop up on your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, lips almost pressed to his cheek as you whisper, âPlease play along.â
His eyes flick between you and your unwanted conversation partner, and for a moment you think he might blow your cover, but he slides an arm around you after you turn back around, resting his hand on the small of your back.Â
You force yourself to ignore the effect it has on you, instead opting to press a little more into his side. His torso is firm under your trembling hands, tense if anything, but the steady rise and fall of his level breathing provides comfort.Â
âWe got a problem here, mate?â Oscarâs voice sounds more serious than you've ever heard it, and when you look up at him, he looks downright scary. He towers over both you and the guy you're desperately trying to get rid of, brow furrowed, jaw set. Youâre glad that look has never been aimed at you.
The guy shifts nervously on his feet, but still holds his ground. Not a good idea, anyone with an ounce of common sense could see that. âNo problems, just trying to have a friendly conversation.âÂ
âDoesnât look very friendly to me. Looks like youâre bothering my girlfriend.âÂ
âDunno what to tell you, mate. We were just chatting, werenât we, sweetheart?âÂ
You wrinkle your nose in disgust, feeling safe enough to do so tucked under Oscarâs arm like you are right now. This guy might be a fucking creep, but he���s not stupid enough to go up against Oscar. âNo.âÂ
He glowers at you, and you feel Oscarâs palm come around, curling around your waist protectively. âSeems like thatâs settled then. I reckon you should leave now.â Oscarâs tone leaves absolutely no room for discussion.
Is it wrong that you find it hot?Â
âFine. Donât need to waste my time on bitches anyways.âÂ
Oscar stiffens. He moves forward like heâs about to throw a punch, but youâre quicker, splaying your palm over his very sturdy chest to stop him before he does anything rash. You donât think itâll go over too well with McLaren higher ups if they learn that one of their drivers got into a fight at a club.Â
âHeâs not worth it, Osc,â You say softly. He looks down at you, sees the look in your eyes, and his posture relaxes just a little bit. Youâre not sure how long the two of you hold each otherâs gaze, but when you finally tear your eyes away from his, the guy is long gone.Â
Only then do you step away from Oscar, straightening yourself out as much as you can given how things couldâve ended had he not been there to save your ass. He steps away too. With the guy no longer around, thereâs no reason for you to be that close together.Â
âYou alright?â He mumbles, rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly. Even in the dim lighting of the club, you can see how red his cheeks are.Â
âYeah. Fine. That guy was just really freaking me out.âÂ
âAre you sure? That youâre okay, I mean. âCause yeah, that guy was a creep.âÂ
âTotal creep,â You agree, bobbing your head. âBut Iâm sure. Iâm, uh, Iâm sorry for putting you on the spot like that. I donât know what I wouldâve done had you not been there, soâŚthank you. I know it was probably a little hard for you, but thanks anyways.âÂ
That last part was likely not necessary, but youâre a smidge tipsy right now. Youâll blame your loose lips on the alcohol.Â
Oscarâs brow pinches in the middle, head tilting in confusion. âWhat?âÂ
âPretending to be my boyfriend. Pretending to like me.âÂ
âWhy would that be hard for me?âÂ
âUh, I dunno, maybe âcause you donât.âÂ
âYouâwait, you think I donât like you?â Oscar looks truly befuddled at your insinuation, and you frown, because from your side of things, itâs pretty damn clear.Â
âIâm not, like, upset or hurt, or anything. You have a right to dislike whoever you want, I donât care,â You shrug, craning your neck to look for the bartender.Â
âItâs not true.âÂ
You hum absentmindedly, not really paying attention to his words. Where was that damn bartender? You need that drink, now. Oscarâs fingers wrap around your forearm loosely, but tight enough to grab your attention again. âWhat?âÂ
âI donâtâŚnot like you.âÂ
âI said I donât care, Oscar. You donât have to try and make me feel better. Itâs fine,â You assure him. You really wish heâd stop pushing the subject. âJust drop it, yeah? Thanks for the save, you can go back to the group now.âÂ
He regards you blankly for a long few seconds, then he opens his mouth, and just when you think heâs about to say something, it snaps shut. Then he pivots on his heel and starts to walk away. You roll your eyes, turning back to the bar. After all this, you definitely need another drink. Preferably a strong one.Â
Maybe youâll get those shots Lando wanted after all.Â
The bartender finally spots you and you sigh in relief, glad and ready to finally get what you came for, but before you can get a word out, youâre being dragged away by the hand.Â
You nearly scream, your mind jumping to the worst conclusion before your gaze lands on the same broad shoulders, the same head of brown hair that had just left you not seconds ago. Itâs Oscar pulling you through the crowd, and even though youâre beyond relieved, youâre also confused and a little bit pissed off.Â
âWhatâre youâhey! Oscar!â You have to shout over the pulsing music, but either he canât hear you or heâs choosing to ignore you, because he doesnât stop.Â
He muscles through the crowd with surprising ease with you stumbling along behind him until youâre outside the club, in some sort of private patio area. Thereâs no one else out here and youâre glad for it, because you have half a mind to yell at him.
Oscar drops your hand, running his fingers through his hair, and when he looks up, you detect confliction in those big brown eyes of his. It almost derails your thought process, but you scowl.Â
âWhat is your problem?â You snap, folding your arms over your chest angrily.Â
âYou think I donât like you.âÂ
You squeeze your eyes shut, pinching the bridge of your nose. âThis again? Fucking hell, I told you to forget about it, Oscar. I meant that.âÂ
âNo, Iâm not gonnaâyou said it, so you obviously meant it. I wanna know why,â He insists. âWhy do you think I donât like you?âÂ
âMaybe because you havenât exactly given me anything else to go off of? You always brush me off when I try to talk to you, and when I do get you to have a conversation with me, you can barely look me in the eye. And I swear, itâs like you find every excuse to not be around me.âÂ
You canât resist the urge to allow a slightly bitter sounding laugh escape you because, fuck, no matter how many times you tell yourself that you donât care what Oscar thinks of you, that you donât give a crap about how it looks like heâs only this way with you, you do care.Â
You care so much it makes you want to scream into the void. You shouldnât care, but you do.Â
âSo you can say that itâs not true, you can tell me Iâm wrong all you want, but Iâm just telling it as I see it.âÂ
Oscar blinks at you again in that way he always does when you talk, the way that makes you want to smack him upside the head but also kiss him senseless too, just to see if heâd react differently.Â
âIâm an idiot,â He says. You press your lips together. There wonât be any denying that fact from you.Â
He groans, tipping his back towards the sky. âIâm an idiot. Itâs not because I donât like you. Itâsââ He pauses, sighing. Crossing his arms, uncrossing them, weighing his options. âItâs because I do like you. A lot. I like you to the point where I donât know how to act around you without the fear I might do or say something stupid, and then youâll think Iâm a dickhead.âÂ
âSo you thought completely icing me out wasâŚyou not being a dickhead?âÂ
He wrinkles his nose, like he's just realized what his actions mustâve looked like to an outside party. âOh. Thatâs not what I meant toâŚ.fuck, you must think Iâm such aââ
âDickhead?â You supply helpfully. He nods, shoulders slumping.Â
Youâre used to long stretches of silence with Oscar, but this one feels different. Now that you know he doesnât totally hate your guts, the silence isnât totally unbearable. He steps closer, watching you, gauging your reaction to his movements like youâre some sort of unpredictable creature.Â
If anything, Oscarâs the unpredictable one.Â
âSoâŚâ You start, tilting your head. âYou like me?âÂ
Oscar exhales sharply, nodding. âGuess it might be a bit of a shocker, but I do.â Â
âAnd you already know I like you.âÂ
âIâve noticed, yeah,â He says, lips quirking up into a small smile. âWhat do we do now?â
âMaybe we take things slow. Get to know each other first, âcause I dunno if youâve noticed, but one of us spent a lot of time ignoring the other,â You lilt, half joking. Oscar rolls his eyes playfully, but nods his agreement nonetheless. âI think for now, we should get back inside. Iâve got to make sure Lando hasnât tried to steal the sofa from right out the section.âÂ
Oscarâs nose scrunches, head cocking to the side in bewilderment. âIâm sorry, what?âÂ
âItâs a long story. Iâll tell you about it another time.âÂ
âHow about tomorrow over dinner?â He blurts, running a hand through his hair. It flops right back into place, one stray curl hanging over his forehead that he doesnât seem to notice as he smiles hopefully at you.Â
âIâd like that.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âDuh.âÂ
His smile grows bigger, pushing up his cheeks so much it makes his eyes crinkle at the edges. Youâve never been the receiver of this smile before, and now that you are, you never want him to stop smiling at you like this. âOkay. Okay, cool. Iâll text you.âÂ
âDonât you need my number for that?âÂ
âOh, Iâve uh, Iâve got it already. I nabbed it from Landoâs phone a while ago. Just in case I gathered up the courage to message you. Which I didnât, as you could probably tell,â He replied, letting out a breathy chuckle. âI wanted to though. I justâI didnât know what to say.âÂ
âHowâd you get into his phone?âÂ
He snorts this time, raising a brow at you. âHis passwordâs 4444. Not exactly mission impossible.âÂ
You really need to have a talk with your friend about Internet safety one of these days.Â
The aforementioned friend throws his hands up into the air when he spots you making your way back into the section as soon as you re-enter the club, bouncing over to you to wrap you in a giant hug. Lando mumbles something you canât understand into your ear and giggles, then spots Oscar lingering behind you and positively screeches, reaching to pull him into the hug too.Â
You donât have time to get your arms out of where theyâre trapped against your sides in Landoâs surprisingly vice-like grip before Oscar stumbles forward into your back at his friendâs harsh tug, cheek smushing against the top of your head. The muttered sorry he offers you does nothing to quell your rocket fast heartbeat at being this close to him for the first time.
âLook at us!â Lando hiccups, squeezing you both as tight as he can. Not an easy feat when youâre hugging two people at once. He bumps his forehead against yours gently to draw your attention back to him. (More like lightly headbutted, but you remain un-concussed so you wonât hold it against him.) âHey, youâre in a papaya sandwich!âÂ
Oscarâs low chuckle vibrates through his chest and you feel it rumble through you too. You also feel his pinky curl around your own, thumb pressing against the inside of your wrist tenderly.Â
Itâs a subtle gesture, one that might not seem like much to anyone else, but youâve gone from sort of acquaintances to something a little more than friends in the span of less than an hour.
Are you even friends now? You canât even answer that. You like him and he likes you, but the only time youâve ever spent together has been around other people.Â
Still, only two points of contactâyouâre not even holding hands and you think you might spontaneously combust.Â
But you have to play it cool.Â
The good thing about drunk Lando is that his attention span is close to zero, so he quickly grows bored of sandwiching you into a McLaren hug and wanders off again, most likely in search of another drink. You feel like it would be a good idea to stop him but you plop onto the nearest couch instead, letting your head tip against the back of it.Â
To your surprise, Oscar motions for you to scooch over, slotting himself into the extra space you create. Thereâs a respectful distance left between yourselves, but then he leans towards you to be heard over the music.
âYour pulse was racing.âÂ
âGee, I wonder why,â You muse. âDefinitely not because of how I feel about you.âÂ
âHa ha. Youâre funny.âÂ
âSee what youâve been missing out on all this time?â You joke, head lolling to the side to grin at him.Â
âI see it.â Heâs looking at you unabashedly already, eyes drinking you in like heâs parched and youâre water. The intensity of his gaze sends a shiver down your spine, and god, you want to kiss him so bad right now.Â
Instead you take a deep breath, fixing him to the spot with a pointed look. âStop staring, or youâll draw attention.âÂ
Oscar startles like he wasnât aware he was staring that hard at you, mumbling out another apology before retreating back to his own bubble of space stiffly.Â
You feel a tad guilty now. You didnât mean to sound so harsh, but you and Oscar havenât even begun to understand what you are to each other yet, and the last thing you want is the driver rumor mill to start spinning its wheels about your budding relationship before you even knew if there was going to be a relationship. Itâs the kind of thing you want to keep under wraps until the two of you figure things out.Â
Sighing lightly, you slide your hand along the empty space separating you, curling your pinky around his the same way he did earlier. Part of you expects heâll shy away, so when he reciprocates the action, youâre pleasantly relieved.Â
Thereâs still quite a bit of getting to know each other to be done, but youâre excited to see what this next chapter with Oscar holds.
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