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[cinamun]

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[starboye]

starring: vinnie hacker x male reader

request: part 2 of vinnie hacker and femboy!roommate, where vinnie comes home to see his roommate laying down on his stomach and he’s wearing these tight boxers and he’s just laying there on his phone, so vinnie sees his ass and he jumps on the couch and startles his roommate and vinnie laugh and starts pulling down his roommates boxers and starts spreading his cheeks and teasing his hole with his finger and he’s saying how much he missed his hole and he finally starts eating his ass and reader is just moaning and after vinnie finishes eating he starts makes reader sit up and fucks him in doggy style but as he fucking him he’s spanking his ass and making reader twerk while he’s fucking him and vinnie just loving how his ass just jiggles and vinnie is just making fun of how loud reader is moaning / Vinnie Hacker x thicc femboy male reader and I want more more and more please omg this time Vinnie discovers he's also flexible af and more rimming, face sitting, ass and hole/bussy play in general. You should make this a series lol

warnings: smut, cursing, degradation, cock drunk, cream pie, unprotected sex, rough sex, ass eating, i think fingering

directors note: could this be a series???

it had been a couple of days after the whole 'incident' and things were surprisingly great, there was no awkwardness between you and vinnie and sometimes if you both were drunk you'd make out a little, but something about today had vinnie wanting you, maybe it was seeing you in those tight underwear that got him going.

he takes no time in jumping onto the couch and beginning to knead your ass in between his hands, you let out a little yelp in return to his actions, whipping your head around to see the culprit "y'know a hi would've been good" you say with slightly amazed eyes "well how could i focus when this ass was begging to be played with" vinnie smirks pulling your underwear down slowly to reveal the beautiful globes of your ass.

"so what were you up to today" vinnie asks as if he wasn't playing with your ass right now, his finger grazing your hole softly making you stumble over your words "you know i really misses this ass right, s'been a while since i got to fuck you" vinnie admits in a sultry tone as if trying to hint to what he wants before you see his head dip down and feel his tongue lapping at your hole and then stuffing you, dropping your head with a moan.

he went on for what felt like forever just eating you out like you were his meal, all to himself as if time had stopped but for him you were to addictive to give up, but finally lifting up with messy mouth and a smirk that said "we're not done yet", without a second thought you lift forward to kiss him, pushing him into the couch and straddling his lap.

"i want you to fuck me till i can think" you whisper in his ear while littering his neck with kisses "well i dunno, you think you could take it" he questions, a smirk on his face while his finger pumped in and out of you slowly "i did last time right" you moan and in an instant vinnie has you doggy style with your face pressed into the couch sliding his cock in.

he waste no time in fucking you roughly, moans getting fucked out of your mouth loudly "mm vinnieee" you whine into the couch feeling like your hole was on fire from how fast vinnie was moving in and out of you, squelches and plaps filling the otherwise quiet house "yeah look at that ass jiggle" vinnies deeply laughs with groans in between, slapping your ass to watch it jiggle on him.

"throw that shit back" he smirks stopping his movement to watch you whine and turn around a desperate look in your eyes trying to convince to keep fucking you but he doesn't so you oblige and begin twerking your ass on him, he watches as you ass bounces on his length as if it was made for him to fuck for eternity.

"good fuckin' boy all this ass for just me right" he asks leaning down to make out with you, sloppy kisses mixed with moans between you both, his hips beginning to move on their own into you harshly "daddy..." you whimper but start to lose your train of thought quickly "tell me what you want baby" vinnie asks breathless but never wavering in his hard pounds.

"i want your fucking cum" you cry out gripping the cushions of the couch for dear life as if you were going to melt right there "such a fucking slut, you know that right, always being slutty and begging for my cock" he taunts you but you couldn't make out what he was saying, tongue lolling out your mouth "and with how loud your moaning, sound like a damn pornstar are you trying to wake the neighbors" vinnie continues his words like he continues his assault on your now gushing hole.

"i don't give a fuck as long as i have your cock fucking me im happy" you moan in a high pitched tone not caring about who hears you now, vinnie feeling a sense of pride from your words, i mean did you really love his dick that much or was it the cock drunk side of you talking mindlessly "well then you're gonna love my cum" vinnie grunts with a few thrusts.

and with one last groan he spills his load inside your ruined hole, you moaning as vinnies groaning out making you cum on the spot before dropping your head, you fall onto the couch in exhaustion, your foggy mind becoming clearer as you come down from your high and vinnie pulls out of you, earning a whine from you as the chilly air flows between your aching legs "youre such a fucking whore" vinnie snickers sitting down next to you.

"fuck you" you lightly punch his leg "you seriously wanna go again" vinnie bursts out laughing making you chuckle "don't tempt me with a good time" you tease.

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[scrumptiousstuffs]

are there more iconic moments that will go down in the FK rabbit hole like this taipei fanmeeting? moments that every somsom needs to know!

Cracking knuckles, stretching my neck and ready to dive in hehehe....

I already mentioned many of my favorites (and iconic) moments of FK during previous asks…

But other moments including way, way back when they were babies (back in 2018) and not officially a CP:

First saying in front of Khaotung’s fans he will love him forever (so, even back then, First has decided who he wants, y'all)

Plus the IG live in 2020 where they stared deeply into each other eyes like separated lovers in a regency novel and calling each other handsome/cute

Hopefully, you already know all the thirdwheeling First did when Khaotung was promoting with Podd for Tonhon Chonlatee.

(I say the boys were laying the ground work so that their fans would get behind them when they finally officially became a CP)

Once they are officially a CP:

Who could forget First’s inner voice during GMMTV safe house season 4, which led to countless gentle teasing by everyone to the point First now just accepts it and says it out loud in front of everyone he finds Khaotung cute (he said this during the GMMTV Live House on 15/09/23 when he and Khaotung were guests on the show) or call his bestie boyfriend in front of live TV 📺

Also, I highly recommend you read through the thoughtfully curated recap FK moments in GMMTV Safe House Season 4 by @firstkanaphans (if you haven’t got the chance to do so!)

This particular interview where First earnestly (and cue more waterwork) informed the interviewer and Khaotung he sincerely wants to build a house that share a fence with his bestie🥺😭

And while the whole GMMTV StarLympics is not my cup of tea, it gave moments like our boys becoming dramatic actors on the field or First being possessive of his bestie (what else is new? 🫣). Plus, Khaotung being a princess 💅 by wearing the dainty diamond necklace and Cartier watch while playing futsal

Both LOLfanfest (2023 and 2024) have great moments from First twerking to Khaotung shaking his booty (also the song is a banger!) and of course who can forget First stripping off his jacket in both events in front of his bestie 🤭🤭🤭...

And anon, I really, really recommend (if you haven’t yet) to watch both ArmShare episodes when they featured First & Khaotung's birthdays. Not only do we get to see them being their emotional self but they have unhinged moments like the iconic forehead kiss by Khaotung causing his bestie to breakdown into giggles.

I'm going to finish up with my most favorite clip of FK: First sabotaging himself (ThaiFuLove Event). Instant serotonin boost! Also, how do First go through all the intimate scenes with his bestie without breaking out of character???

It is also the same event we learnt our boys have GPS? (or something equivalent) on their phones, which allows them to keep track of each other.

(The interviewer and Chinese translators were giggling and laughing cause of these 2 and it made the whole thing even funnier 🤣🤣🤣)

Special mentions: FK Fanmeeting Hong Kong 2023 and the EFMFandomLive event. The latter where we have FK meowing (no seriously, like actual meows) where they were having a conversation in front of the hosts

[ogrepoppenangleaksofficial]

WHO WINNING THE TWERK-OFF: HtP edition

Through careful analysis I have determined out of nearly every character we've been introduced to so far, who would win a naked and covered in oil twerk competition

First up is the Arcanum and immediately most of them are disqualified for having little to no ass or heart. There's really only four worth talking about. Brok has cheeks but wouldn't do it (DO I'Z LOOK LOIK A POOF TO YEW?!), Grimy has potential but would not lock in and probably would end up doing some weird shit she saw in a doujin, Harry has the bod and knows how to move it, and Elise is well...just look at her

Team vamp is pitiful. Shitbeard canonically has negative ass, Ape is too wound up, and while Guy and the manager would do it if vitae was on the line, they wouldn't be very good. Pyotr is the only one bringing his A+ game and probably should diablerize the others for that instant BBL

Team Hunter has some choice picks. Boy is disqualified for obvious reasons (sorry kid, maybe if we get a timeskip), Horse physically cannot twerk, and Krakus won't leave the well so it's down to the mains. While the sweatpants are doing him some favors, Kitten couldn't possibly stand up to the competition, I'm sorry. Door could probably crush a Coke can with those buns of steel but he doesn't seem like he can't move that mass effectively. Marckus is really the only choice, as we can see an episode 1 that shit was moving like water. D obviously moves on but that should go without saying.

So who wins? I hate to say it but Harry, Pyotr, and Marckus aren't up to the task, they might be good but not that good. So it's down to Elise and D. (Though out of the runners up, I think Pyotr beats Harry by the skin of his fangs)

Elise has cake on cake on cake (I don't know why you guys made her so incredibly stacked) but D actually cinches it due to that. She's a natural talent and natural talents are known for not putting in the work because they don't really need to. Besides, I don't see this as being something she'd be particularly enthused about, so I can imagine her just squatting down and doing literally whatever because it's gonna clap and jiggle regardless.

D on the other hand is going to WERK. He is going to shake it like rent is due. It'd look like that one scene from American Dad. You didn't think it was possible for ass to move like this. He has decades of experience and this certainly isn't his first rodeo. He has flawless technique with the physique to seal the deal.

So in hindsight the answer was kind of obvious,

BIG-D WINS

[gangsteri-aine]

the instant server shut down as soon as Fit started twerking in Pac kkkkkk

[fredwkong]

I’m wondering if you have any vacations to Las Vegas? I’ve always been a good boy but I want to live on the wild side and maybe be more of a bad boy.

Thanks for your booking with FWK Vacations. Your bad boy vacation is about to begin.

You wake up for just an instant on the dance floor. You laugh wildly and grab another drink off the bar. The next thing you remember, it seems like a great idea to climb up on the nearest table and twerk, showing off your ass in your jock. You’re kissing a guy. You’re groping another guy. You’re lying on the table with your ass out, begging to be filled.

When you finally come to, you’re sitting on the side of the Strip, fondling your long, thin cock through your shorts and stroking your big jiggly thighs. Despite having just blacked out, you’re excited to party some more. As far back as you can remember, your whole life is a series of endless parties, just like life in Vegas should be.

You get to your feet with some effort and stumble along the side of the road to the nearest casino. As you step through the door, your head clears a bit. You’re still buzzed, but now it’s bearable, like you just pregamed and headed to the club. You’re wearing a new outfit, just as slutty as the last but clean. You walk with confidence to the nearest concierge, and say, “Hey, do you know what room the party’s happening in?” She says a floor and a room number, and you nod.

Life is a party, and you’re the life of the party.

Enjoy your vacation!

Want to go on vacation? Drop me an ask!

[shigarakisbabyy]

Ass- FatGum x Male Reader NSFW

Y/n has a fat ass in this because I wanted to write fatgum worshipping it :). Reader has a penis and is referred to as a boy. Also, readers kinda shy?

Warnings: soft dom fat gum, twerking, anal, spanking, ass eating, butt plugs, cumming inside

“Come on pretty boy,” Fatgum said softly, gripping your hips as you stood in front of him, “Can you shake your ass for me?”

You gently grabbed your shirt and pulled it up, exposing your bare lower half to your boyfriend. You heard him let out a soft groan as the sight of you, making you blush and butterflies erupt in your tummy. You were glad you weren’t facing him, it’d be terribly embarrassing for him to see just how red your face was.

You began to slowly swing your hips front and back; side to side. You could feel your ass and thighs jiggle back and forth with every movement, and you silently prayed it was sexy enough for Fatgum.

His grip on your hips was light, but you knew in an instant he could grip you hard enough to throw you over his shoulder and onto the bed, not even needing ten seconds to do so. You kept swinging your hips back and forth, bending down slightly to shove your ass towards his face.

He groaned again, tightening his grip on your hips, making your face flush even more. Little sparks of excitement erupted in your stomach, flourishing throughout your entire body.

“Is.. is it good?” You stopped your movements for a second, putting your clenched fists up to your face to cover yourself.

“Fuck…” Fat Gum groaned, “It’s more than perfect baby.”

You let out an embarrassed giggle, soft and barely audible. You kept smiling as you continued wiggling your ass back and forth and up and down, growing bolder with your teasing. You were practically grinding on him now, and every few seconds the top of your thigh would brush against his aching cock in his pants.

Fat Gum gripped your waist, long and thick fingers resting over your stomach and almost touching each other. There was no way you’d be able to move away from him now, not with his grip as firm as it was.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby,” He whispered, one of his hands trailing down across your ass cheeks and gripping them harshly.

Every time he touched your ass your stomach erupted in butterflies, your knees growing weak and unsteady. You felt your growing hard on get bigger and bigger, pushing up against the fabric of your shirt that covered it. It ached, begging to be touched already from how excited and turned on you were from presenting yourself to him. All you wanted was his perfect dick buried deep within your guts. He could do it too, that man had a monster in between his legs.

“Are you enjoying your show?” You asked, your voice barely audible as it would start cracking if you got any louder.

“I’m enjoying this very…” Fatgum answered, both of his hands gripping your ass cheeks and spreading them apart, “much.” He gave you a light smack on your left cheek, making you jolt.

He noticed your reaction, letting out a deep chuckle, “Did you like that?” He asked.

“N-no,” You lied, having to remind yourself to breathe.

“Don’t lie to me,” Fat Gum said, smacking your right cheek this time, “I want an honest answer.”

Your breath hitched, and suddenly the room felt as scorchingly hot as a desert that hadn’t had a drop of rain in centuries.

“Mm…” You whined, “I- I liked it…”

“Good boy,” He gently trailed his hands back up to your waist, gripping tighter this time but now by much.

You gave him a teasing wiggle, eliciting a quiet laugh from him. You could hear the smile etched onto his face.

“I could stare at this ass all day,” Fat Gum whispered, “It’s so perfect. I couldn’t live without it.”

You giggled again, this time grabbing your shirt and hiking it up to cover your mouth. You weren’t sure why, it’s not like he could see your face anyways. Your cock ached as it felt fresh air, twitching and leaking a glistening trail of precum that fell down to the floor.

“Maybe you’d like to try some toys before I bend you over, hm?” He gripped your cheeks again, spreading them apart to look at your hole.

You nodded, too embarrassed for words.

“Use your words, love,” He whispered.

“Y-yes, I’d like that,” You choked out.

“There you go,” He praised, pulling you towards him and pressing a light kiss to your mid back.

You heard him shuffle through your guys’ nightstand, probably looking for the newest addition to your collection.

You heard him open a bottle of lube, and listened to the noise of him squirting it over his fingers and making sure they were evenly coated. You braced yourself for when the cold liquid would hit your burning hole.

You jolted when you felt him slowly push one finger inside, the foreign object feeling good but strange at the same time. It wasn’t until he pumped it in and out a few times and curled his fingers in the right spot that you were reminded once again why you liked anal so much.

“You’re getting so worked up from just one finger,” Fatgum laughed, commenting on your labored breathing and occasional whines, “You really want me that bad, huh?”

“I- ah- always want you,” You breathed out, throwing your head back and looking at the ceiling.

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” He smirked, adding another finger.

He scissored you now, working open your tight ring of muscle. You pushed back into him, clenching your fists again and again when he brushed past that special spot inside you that made your knees weak. It’s like there was a supernova of stars erupting in you, overloading your most sensitive spots and making you feel so good you could’ve sworn you saw an entire galaxy when you screwed your eyes shut.

“Fuuuck, Tai- mmmnm,” You moaned, desperately rutting into his fingers, aching for them to be deeper inside.

“I know baby, feels so good doesn’t it?” He slowly removed his fingers from your walls.

You whined from the loss of being filled, but soon a tear drop shaped object was pressing against your hole, slowly making its way inside. You took a deep breath, relaxing your muscles so the plug could fill you up.

“There you go, your ass just swallowed that up didn’t it?” Fatgum joked, smacking your left cheek when the plug was fully inserted.

Your insides ached for stimulation, but since the plug didn’t move, you wouldn’t be granted your body’s wish.

You felt Fat Gum press on the base of the toy, and the sound of the click of a button filled the room before sharp vibrations cascaded their way inside you.

“Ah!” You almost toppled over at the shock, Fatgum’s hands on your waist steadying you again.

You took a deep breath in, biting your lip and covering your mouth with both of your hands to keep your noises inside. You leaned over slightly, shaking your ass again. It was hard, your legs were unstable and rickety, and threatened to collapse underneath you every time a new wave of pleasure wrecked through your body.

Fatgum decided he’d had enough of just watching you, and instead pulled you down onto his lap, gripping your waist and grinding you against his throbbing cock. You held onto his knees for balance, your moans escaping your mouth and filling the room.

“You were such a tease today, it was so hard not to lock us in my office and bend you over my desk, baby,” He huskily whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

Earlier you had strutted into his office when he was on his lunch break, sporting a tank top and tight jean shorts that left little into the imagination. You had strolled around and said hi to all of his coworkers, swaying your hips side to side as Fatgum trailed behind you. You were there to give him his lunch, but you wanted to see if you could get him to cave and take you in his office. He hadn’t, but he had cornered you and said you had something much better in store for later.

You always had so much confidence when you were teasing him and toying around, but the minute you got what you wanted you turned into a weak, stuttering, bright-red mess. You turned to putty in his hands, allowing him to do virtually anything he liked with you.

“Mnm,” You groaned out, the tip of the plug teasing your prostate, “I just- mnnnmmm- wanted you so bad, Tai.”

“Oh, I know honey,” Fat Gum cooed, “Just can’t get enough of me, can you? Gotta always be ready and waiting f’me.”

You whined, resisting his grip on your waist and turning around, straddling his lap while you held the sides of his face in your hands.

“You look so pretty,” He whispered, his eyes glazy and droopy, beads of sweat pooling on his face. He might tease you for getting worked up, but he was never any better.

He was in his midsize form, not as large as he was when he did hero work, but he was still substantially taller and bigger than you. His soft, blonde hair was stuck to his forehead, his yellow eyes seeming to glow with lust. You gripped his muscular shoulder and ground your uncovered dick into his clothed one, shutting your eyes. Eye contact worked you up far too much, you liked to save it for the big finale when he was on top of you.

“Mnm… love you,” You groaned, burying your face in his neck while you increased the speed of your thrusts. It was hard to keep your lower half moving with his strong the plug was, but you managed. Your dick was on fire, not being satisfied from the weak stimulation of humping against him.

“I love you too baby,” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his large hands trailing up your shirt and feeling up your torso and chest.

“P-Please get in me, Tai…” You begged, pressing your body so close to his you could form into one.

“Gladly.”

He laid you on your stomach, your face pressing gently into the pillows. You slightly raised your ass in the air, spreading open your legs as far as they could go.

“Good boy,” He chuckled, “I don’t even have to tell you to spread your legs for you to do it. So obedient.”

He gripped the exterior of the plug, gently pulling it out without turning off the vibrations. When it was out, he trailed it down to caress over your taint, and then your balls, making you shiver from the satisfaction of being touched.

You humped the bed, unable to resist trying to chase your high.

“Please…” You begged again.

Fat Gum didn’t say anything, but he gripped your ass cheeks and spread them apart again, spitting onto your hole. You jolted, eyes wide in shock when you felt his thick tongue begin to tease your rim.

He always took his time with foreplay, making sure to make you fall apart in his hands and reach peak sensitivity before he’d even consider plunging his cock inside you. You hated the teasing, but you also loved just how mind numbingly pleasurable it was.

You pushed back on his tongue, silently begging him to push it inside you and work you open for him. He obliged, the wet muscle invading your even wetter walls.

“Mmm… fuck…” You whined, shoving your face in the pillow and throwing your arms over your head.

Fat Gum gave you a sharp spank to your right cheek, then harshly gripped it and squeezed. You threw your head back, the sensation of being spanked while his tongue pleased all of your most sensitive spots almost bringing you to the edge.

There was stars. They were shooting and erupting in your core, making your mind go blank and vision fuzzy. You couldn’t remember anything that had happened earlier that day, maybe even your name. All words in any language had been evicted from your brain. All you could think about was the insane amount of pleasure to your lower half.

Just when you thought you were going to bust, Fat Gum pulled away and spanked you again, this time both of his hands landing on both of your cheeks.

“Mmmmmnm…”

“Shhh, I know baby,” He cooed, “You’ll get to cum soon.”

Fat Gum rested one hand on your waist, using the other to line his dick up to your hole. You pushed back against him when you felt the head touch you, his familiar heat feeling like home.

He pushed into you slowly, not wanting to go too fast and harm you. He trailed his fingers along your back and waist, attempting to soothe you while your hole burned with the stretch of trying to fit all of him inside you. You whined with each millimeter that entered, your legs shaking and numb.

“It’s all in now baby,” He said, leaning over you and pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

You tilted your head back and to the side, giving you access to smash your lips together while one of your hands cupped his cheek. Even after being together so many times, you never got bored of the way his mouth felt against yours. It was hot, messy but gentle, and filled with the desire to please each other.

“Please be gentle,” You murmured, the stinging in your ass starting to subside.

“I didn’t think of doing anything else,” He promised, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Fat Gum waits a moment longer before he slowly rocks his hips forward and backward. Slowly, gently working you open and building up his pace little by little. He gripped your ass cheeks, gently kneading the flesh and spreading them apart so he could watch his length disappear inside you with every thrust.

He was hard to take, even with preparation. You bit your lip to hold back pained whines as little tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Gripping the bedsheets, you focused on your breathing until the pain subsided. After only a few moments, it stopped hurting and all you felt was white-hot pleasure coursing through your whole body.

“Oh Fuck- fuck!” You moaned, pushing back against Fat Gum, “Fuck me, please!”

He laughed behind you and increased his pace, his hips slapping against you loudly. He loved when you begged for him like this, pliant and needy and wanting him terribly.

Each thrust hit your prostate, making your legs shake. It felt so good to come so undone underneath Fat Gum, completely at his mercy. Your cock throbbed against the bed and you could feel the pool of precum collected beneath your stomach, sure to be a hassle to clean up later, but you weren’t focused on that now. All you could think about was that monster thrusting inside you and making your insides feel like heaven.

“Tai- Tai- Tai-“ You said his name like it was a prayer.

“You feel good baby boy?” You could hear his smirk in his voice.

“Yes! Oh god, yes!”

Without seeming possible, he increased his pace, sure to leave bruises on you from how hard he was slamming against you. It made your eyes roll back into your head, your mind going fuzzy and numb.

You felt the orgasm building, the right rope in your core stretching tighter and tighter, threatening to snap with each thrust.

“Gonna- gonna cum- Tai-“ You whined, your voice weak and dripping with need.

“Cum for me baby,” Fat Gum whispered in your ear, “Fuckin’ cum for me.”

With his permission, you came so hard you thought you blacked out for a few seconds. Your body shook and you’re sure you screamed out but you couldn’t really hear yourself, all you could focus on was his cock inside you and how fucking amazing it felt.

Fat Gum came only a few seconds later, the white hot liquid spewing deep inside you. He slowly released himself from you, climbing off the bed to grab a towel to clean you off. Sleepily, you let him, your eyes barely open and quickly losing consciousness. He quite literally fucked you to sleep.

After he finished cleaned you off, he laid a towel beneath you for when inevitably his cum leaked out of you during the night. He laid down beside you and wrapped you in his arms, kissing you on the top of your head.

“I love you so much baby,” He said “Did so good for me. So proud.”

You smiled until you fell asleep.

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (15-21 Sep 2024)

ma boi gorgug was going thru it

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Subspace (poppypickford) - 69K, Suits BDSM AU - reread, just really in the mood for a suits D/s fic and this is a pretty great one

😍 Eight Paws, Two Tails, One Heart (BlueSimplicity) - 216K shrunkyclunks - "Diagnosed with PTSD and placed on medical leave, initially Steve is resentful, stubbornly refusing the idea there’s anything that can make it better. Until Sam suggests a Service Dog, and introduces him to James Buchanan Barnes, a fellow vet and trainer who swears one of his dogs can help, if only Steve can summon enough bravery to take a leap of faith and accept a four-legged companion in his life. What follows is a long and winding journey of fear, doubt and self-recrimination. But also hope, acceptance and redefining what it means to be a hero, as Steve finally faces the issues that have been haunting him his entire life. There is also a lot of fur, conversations with dogs, and a cross-country road trip, as Steve rebuilds his life and maybe, just maybe, falls in love along the way." - instant classic, forever fave fic. can't recommend it highly enough

🥰 Echoes of Memory (KittenKakt) - 41K, geraskier - reread, really excellent amnesia fic with delicious h/c, bathing, bed sharing

🥰 The Shire is NOT on Fire (kissesforcas) - 54K Steddie, everyone lives AU where Steve agrees to go on a LARP weekend with Eddie & the kids - low angst, much fun, steve is hot af

💖💖 +124K of shorter fic so shout out to these I really loved 💖💖

Like A Virgin (Brenda) - Top Gun: Ice/Mav, 25K - 'Recently divorced Ice has a bi-awakening and wants to "experiment" with someone he trusts. Mav offers to be his sexual guinea pig. Things go about as well as you expect. (They're both so smart, but also so very dumb.)' - mutual dumbasses is one of my favorite flavors

movie night series (jk_rockin) - Stranger Things: steddie, 13K - "They’re just… hanging out. Watching movies. Having brain-melting orgasms. Cuddling, which he hadn’t expected and really likes. Fucking. Well. They've fucked once. Now to figure out how to get Eddie to fuck him again." - short but hot and enjoyable

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

In Deep: Life at the Bottom of the Ocean With Dr. Sarah McAnulty - Session 1

Handsome - Andrea Gibson asks about flirting

Handsome - Arnold Schwarzenegger asks about being useful

Handsome - Pretty Little Episode #5

D20: A Starstruck Odyssey - s12, e6-13

D20: Adventuring Party - s8, e6-13

D20: Time Quangle - "Betrayed By Live Theatre" (s1, e2)

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Pop Culture Happy Hour - 2024 Emmys Recap

Short Wave - What's Up With The Hot Ocean Temperatures?

⭐ The Sporkful - The Enslaved Man Who Taught Jack Daniel How To Make Whiskey

Code Switch - Ask Code Switch: The racial politics of washing dishes?

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - The Hidden History of Eyeliner with Zahra Hankir

Welcome to Night Vale #254 - The Triangle

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Smith Court

Shedunnit - The Red Barn Murder

Vibe Check - High, Low, Fast, and Slow

Pop Culture Happy Hour - Fall Guide

Outward - Bonus: New Additions to the Gay Agenda from Madeline Ducharme

⭐ Ologies - Tardigradology (TINY SEMI-INDESTRUCTIBLE WATER BEAR MOSS PIGLET CREATURES CALLED TARDIGRADES) with Paul Bartels

It's Been a Minute - The SMACKDOWN: Brunch vs. Twerking vs. Louis Armstrong

Re: Dracula - September 19: The Best was Made of Everything

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Our Material World with Ed Conway

Song Exploder - Troye Sivan "One of Your Girls"

Normal Gossip - Dickmatized with Sam Sanders

Consider This - The unraveling of Eric Adams' administration

⭐ Endless Thread - The Great Lemming Lie

Dear Prudence - I Didn’t Wish My Sister a Happy Birthday—Now She’s Pissed! Help!

Dear Prudence - Prudie Plus: My Friend Switched to Natural Deodorant—She Smells Awful! Help!

It's Been a Minute - Is Diddy hip-hop's Weinstein? Plus, Brittany gets rejected

Short Wave - The Scuba Diving Lizards Breathing By Bubble

⭐ Normal Gossip - Leave ‘em a Little Bit Broke, a Little Bit Mad with Laci Mosley

What Next: TBD - Can Instagram Really Keep Kids Safe?

99% Invisible - The Power Broker #9: Majora Carter

Short Wave - How To Get A Haircut In Space

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

lofi hip hop radio 📚 - beats to relax/study to

Billboard Top 100 of 1984

Top Songs of 1984

Presenting Kesha

Presenting Katy Perry

[multi-lewder]

can tsuyu defeat a nomu on her own or is her big bimbo booty too vulnerable?

Tsuyu forgot she was meant to be stopping the nomu and soon finds herself too busy sleeping with the nomu instead. Even though she should be repulsed and want to kill him instead all Tsuyu can think about is that Big Nomu Cock which has at least ten quirks to give him the biggest most perfect dick for instant lossing sluts and breaking them into moaning nomu addicted whores. Tsuyu's phat froggy ass can't fight back against him that's for sure and it only takes a couple of seconds before she's thrown onto the ground and cockslapped by him and even less time before she's twerking for his dick with her enormous asshams and getting fucked by that big hung nomu stud, she won't be going back to UA again but that's fine because nomu dick is too good anyway and any other girl would do the same.

[plaindangan]

It’s Komarus birthday so to celebrate Toko decided to invite Komaru to the future foundation building. On the worst day she could’ve showed up.

The FF recovered a Golden Boombox from a remnant of despair stronghold. And Komaru got curious.

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

"..............Are you allergic to making good decisions? Or does being b-brainless comes with the b-b-boobs?!!!"

"T-toko!!! O-okay, so I might have messed up..."

"HOW?! It was labelled under 'Do. Not. Touch!!! How did you not see it?!!!"

"The button was just begging to be pressed, okay?!!!!"

Yeah, the end result was pretty instant. As soon as Komaru turned on the boombox, it began to blare and deliver out ear-splitting, yet strangely engaging, techno music. Music that instantly took effect to both Komaru and Toko, who was trying to give the girl a tour of the FF base 14, where both Kyoko and Hina would have been awaiting them after their tour to have lunch. But those plans would have to be postponed given the current dilema.

To the left was Komaru, sheepish and ashamed, whose bubble butt grew to the point that her panties ripped apart and her skirt could only barely block just the uppermost part of her booty. To the right was Toko, looking so done with everything, as her new nerdy badonkadonk had pushed apart her own long skirt like it was nothing and making it very clear that the write foregoed panties today. But neither girl could worry about that now, as the urge to shake their booties grew too intense. Komaru was pressing herself against the wall, sticking her phat cheeks out to loudly clap together in time to the beat the box produced. As for Toko, the music made her squat down low - expertly shaking her rump like a goshdarn jack rabbit.

Any attempts to stop the situation had been fruitless. Any girl members of the FF that tried wounded up in similar situations to Komaru and Toko, while any guys that got down there, were absolutely mesmerizied by the horde of shaking ass cheeks that they were too much in a trance to stop themselves...and yes. Among the former also included Hina and Kyoko, with Hina currently doing the splits as she slammed and wiggled her hips on the floor. Exasperated, but not unsurprised as she saw the two troublemakers at point blank to the boombox. Welp, not much she could do in the moment except twerk the best she could. She need the ass-cercise anyway. As for Kyoko? Seems like, due to her usual stoic personality, the boombox outright altered her mood to be extroverted and very flirty, going so far as to strip down to her lacey black underwear, flirting and teasing the guys by going out of her way to grind on and twerk on their dicks with her new ass-et for cash.

A fate that she wouldn't be completely alone in for long. As the the more they allowed the beat to control them, eventually the other girls would begin to react in similar ways. Including the ones who started it all, Komaru and Toko. Their changes finally had them stop squabbling to instead sloppily make out with each other. Because what repairs a relationship faster than by slopping make out sessions?~

[cinamun]

hey cin! remember when you used to do that game sorta thing where you described what you thought about diff ppl’s sims? if you don’t mind, would you do that for my sims? many thanks ☺️ in order, these are my babies junie, pandora, and lyra elyse + her vampire form hehe

*cracks knuckles*

I hope you didn't think I forgot about you fam! I kinda had a lot going on in the story and adulting was on some other shit this week, but I *WISH* I didn't gaf about adulting the way Junie dgaf... listen....

Junie is a child stuck in a young adults body. All over her house is a collection of rare stuffed animals that she refers to as her children. She has a cat that freaks visitors the fuck out when they stop by because they think the cat is a stuffie until it starts moving. Anyway, the reason she has diamond rings on each finger is because of a life insurance policy she cashed in on after her 98 year old husband passed away (they were only married for 3 days). She's currently in court fighting the family but she wears very tiny skirts that show off her thong in the courtroom so the judge is likely to rule in her favor. She is a level 2 cook and eats gas station sushi.

Pandora is a sweetheart and literally everyone's BFF. You need to get you a friend like Pandora. She hates your favorite music but will twerk to it with you. She will make you soup when your sad and plot to kill whoever hurt you. She lost her caregiver when she was 3 in a tragic boating accident and blogs about it. She was raised by two loving grandfathers who run an OnlySims account because elders get freaky too. We don't kinkshame here. She has a pet goldfish named goldfish and her pinky toes are longer than the others.

Lyra Elise likes to seduce her prey, and she always succeeds, but its become boring for her. So now she records her encounters and gets on top of her prey in nothing but a thong and a fitted. While there, she morphs into her vampire form and turns the lights on. Instant death-by-fear. She laughs and eats the ooey gooey bloody pixel juice while the body is still warm. She doesn't record the blood drinking part, just the blood curdling screams of her victims when they see her true form. She's amasssed millions of followers and won award for Best Prank in a Costume 2023. Except its not a prank and its not a costume.

[writing-astrid]

midnight feelings

pairing: choi san!nurse x mora (y/n)!college student

word count: 10.6k

summary: both invited to the same party in the changing march, mora meets san—a nurse that also lacks of rhythm to dance—at midnight and under the dim shaft the kitchen light casts on them. it is almost instant their connection, their desire for each other, but mora is experiencing this lust for the first time in her life with this unknown guy, so it would be correct if she follows her instincts?

a/n: welp, hey, there. this is me coming for the first time with an original fanfic, starring none less than one of the demonteez line yet being the sunshine he is, obviously our guy san. hope you enjoy it! lit spent 9 months writing this and i finally could finished it.

don't forget to like and comment! they are much appreciated xoxo

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It was late at night. Saturday was minutes to be history, and I was in my second beer. Chatter came from everywhere, music filling the March breeze running through the house I was in. Lights were off except from the one in the kitchen and the patio. Bad Bunny was on the speaker, and the dancing people were chorusing him. Even I joined them sometimes while standing there, in the limbo between the kitchen and the dining room, holding my beer, careful not to warm it up. The mood was nice and my girlfriends seemed to be enjoying themselves too.

Although they were also shy and not that drunk to be in the middle of the living room dancing with the many faces I’d seen in past parties. The three of us glimpsed at each other before lifting the bottles to our lips. Cami was in her third drink; Niki also in her second—she had bought like four Strongbows and it looked like they were soon to be gone.

“Faster!” Cami addressed me. I looked up at her. “Chug it down!”

I laughed. “One of us has to remove the makeup of the three.”

“None of us will!” Niki corrected. A fun spark crossed through her eyes, and I knew she was joking by seeing how her blue lips showed her flashy, perfect set of teeth. “But seriously, though. Enjoy the night. It’s been a heck of a week.”

“And it’s not even midnight.” Cami made a funny face before taking one more sip. I laughed again and imitated her. The cold liquid made it through the throats when another bop was being played on the speaker. Rompe by Daddy Yankee rumbled on the walls of the living room. Every single soul in the whole property screamed, immediately chanting the catchy beginning.

A circle was made where more people stepped into the darkness of the room to twerk—whether against a partner or down the floor, hard—and sing-slash-shout with no fear of losing a lung. Niki, Cami and I stayed behind like three static security cameras, drinking in their excitement with grins. The amount of people surrounding us flushed our cheeks.

“Holy shit, that’s sick!” exclaimed over the noise a guy on my left. Since I hadn’t noticed his presence, I was oddly amazed to find he was closer to me than what I’d thought. His smile widened to one side as he glanced at the three of us.

Dim light from the kitchen hit his profile, since he was half-facing us. A breath of mine joined the atmosphere when the clothes involving our arms brushed.

“Wish I could twerk like him, but the body Jesus gave just knows how to stand still like this,” he continued. His voice was a few decibels louder than the new verse of the song.

Not knowing which of us he was regarding, I answered, “All mortals like us can do is watch them and steal some of their energy.”

His eyes widened. “Oh, so you don’t dance either?”

“Can’t,” I clarified and deviated my sight from him to the dance floor. But now I knew I couldn’t easily forget his long eyelashes. “My parents didn’t program me to have rhythm when they created me.”

His body prompted toward me, finishing the connection his back had with the wallpaper. Lifted up a hand, eyes on me. Whoever this guy was wouldn’t need to say another word for me to high-five him. His skin warmed our touch.

“They used to tell me a bedtime story about why San—me—couldn’t dance at all. Spoiler alert: the stork that brought me to their garden wasn’t used to dance either.” The tone in his amiable voice made me laugh. The joke coming from his mouth sounded so funny to my relaxed system. “But hey, this isn’t fair. You already know my name. What’s yours?”

This wasn’t the moment to roll my eyes, not when I wasn’t even bothered to play along and follow the path San began to walk in. It actually caused a nice sensation in my insides.

Could’ve been the beers? I wouldn’t know.

“I’m”—I gave a step closer to him and tiptoed. The music boomed against every wall in the house and my voice was a small piece compared to it—“Mora!”

Feeling ashamed, because I practically yelled to his ear, I returned back quickly. I hadn’t expected what he did once I looked up again, though.

He had his lips pursed in a contained smile. Within one of my heavy breaths, he seized the opportunity and bent over my shoulder. “Mora? Isn’t that the Spanish word for ‘berry’?” The words got caught up in my throat, so I nodded. Jesus, his perfume suited him. “What a pretty name. It matches your lipstick.”

I shouldn’t have patted myself mentally for choosing the lost purple lipstick from the drawer.

But I did. I was elated I had.

“Thank you,” I whispered. My attention fell on my friends when they mouthed they’d go to the restroom; I signaled them a thumb up. “My parents were going to name me Monet, but I much prefer Mora.”

I gestured to him to move from where we were, back to the limbo I’d been standing at, where we could talk better.

“That’s because you’re accustomed to it by now. You would’ve said the same thing at some point in your life if your name had been Monet.” He pinched his lower lip with two fingers, as though it was a habit when thinking. “So, Mora, how did you know of this party?”

This time I did roll my eyes.

With a fucking smile on my face. “The host is my friend. You?”

“Same,” he said, his tongue catching and moistening that exact lip. “Though I heard of the party an hour ago or so. Lily invited us at the last minute.”

I went back to leaning on the wall, my eyes shifting from his to the dancefloor and vice versa. The person controlling the playlist really wanted everyone to move. “I’m not surprised.” I laughed with the mouth of the bottle between my lips. “If you’re friends with her, you may know how distracted she can be. I’m not blaming her, though!” I added immediately, before drinking another sip. “She has a lot in her mind with med school already.”

A brow arched above his wooden eyes and then exhaled. “Those good ol’ days. I graduated in December and damn, this ain’t no better than what I’d anticipated.”

“You’re already working?” I asked as I realized I had no clue what he could've specialized in. We were at a party hosted by a future doctor, but I wasn’t studying this and I couldn’t tell by just looking at him. It almost felt like guessing his name.

If he hadn’t told me, I would’ve named him Diego. That dark brown hair and wooden eyes gave off a Diego vibe. Or perhaps I was projecting one of my recent crushes on this San guy.

Both of them had been attractive to me the moment I paid attention to their presence near me. This is a secret, so keep it, please.

“What did you major in?”

“Nursery, actually. Many of these faces are faces I’ve seen daily the past four years.” San grinned in the middle of our eye contact. “I— To this day I still don’t know why I chose it.” And our laughs boomed with a drumming base of the music.

“Nor how you survived through.”

His eyes spread out, like he finally had realized something shocking. “Damn. You’re right, Mora. I keep going to school for my internship, so it feels like my student days haven’t come to an end.”

“Wow. I don’t think we’ve ever crossed paths.”

San dismissed my statement with a shrugging of a shoulder. “But tell me, what are you studying?” He moved aside to let a couple walk into the kitchen. One guy opened the fridge to my right, and by noticing the way he stumbled kneeling down, there was no doubt a single hit would send him to the floor; I grabbed the handle for him.

The other guy had halted in front of the stove, looking at the digital clock on it absent-mindedly.

“Translation, actually.” I mocked his voice tone, causing him to free a chuckle.

“Hey, that’s so cool! Many of my friends also studied that. You have to learn a third language, don’t you?”

I nodded. “Then ask them if they can help me. I’m a sophomore, but how I’ve come this far is yet to be known.”

I took another sip of beer while seeing him lift a finger at me, a crease forming between both brows.

A cute reaction, not gonna lie.

“Wait a moment.” I mouthed “Okay” and waited a moment.

And another.

I let go of the door finally.

But yet another.

Until I couldn’t help myself by asking, “What is it?” when he looked like his brain had stopped being functional.

“How old are you?”

My head tilted with tiny confusion curling my lips. “Nineteen. Why?”

He gulped down saliva so hard his Adam’s apple bobbed in a quick motion. I wouldn’t have noticed the moment I turned my sight away from him if it hadn’t been for the strands of hair landing between us like a curtain. My arms positioned as to embrace my torso, the cold, dark glass of the bottle resting on the corner of my elbow.

“I’m sorry I look flabbergasted. Guess wasn’t expecting you to be much younger than me.” One of my brows arched inquisitively, which he decoded immediately. “I’m turning twenty-three in summer.”

I held his gaze during a breath until I stared at the chanters on the couches and muttered, “Damn, you’re indeed old.”

“I’m— Sorry, sorry. I didn’t intend to say it that way. It’s just— You could be my sister’s friend.” San stepped forward and gingerly grabbed the wrist over my ribs as he noted my sulking. His face had drawn a nervous smile when I glanced back at him. “Hey.”

The next series of things occurring were as though the writer of my life had stoned. The couple in the kitchen decided they had had enough of kissing under the light and, thus, stumbled their way out.

Meaning, they either crossed between San and me or, as the easiest available option and the one they executed, pushed San to me to clear the way for both. They might’ve been a drop away from blacking out, but God wouldn’t minimize their strength.

One arm went to the concrete about my head, cutting him short from mashing my body with the mass of his body.

Both guys staggered behind him. I perceived when they were finally on the other side of the limbo, because my eyes were locked with the thin brown ring of his, and one second to another his background had again the rusty tone of the wall.

San’s perfume melted my insides, causing my breath to get stuck in my throat. I was almost capable of tasting him. In his gaze I found stars and fog, turning into shooting stars at the vibration when regarding my face. But when his chest stretched at him grasping for air, I had to control myself from raising my palms and touch him. Heat ran through my veins and never from where San was holding still my wrist—a countdown for me to ignite when it arrived in my heart. 

I could’ve burst into flames at his proximity. And the worst of it all was how little I cared. I’d gladly become ashes if I could have him this close again.

Exhaling shakingly and lowering his arm, careful not to hit me, San stepped back in slow motion. It seemed, by the flush on his cheeks and oscillation of his lashes, that he felt torn apart. Especially when our skins broke contact. My rush of adrenaline ceased and my breathing took wing—I believe the medical terminology would be “hyperventilation,” but the spot-on person to know if I was hyperventilating for a ridiculous reason was San, not me.

My hearing focused on the irregular beating heart drumming in my head. San regarded me with a teeny-tiny smile, bare visible yet there. Maybe trying to reassure me—nonetheless, I couldn’t bring myself to answer him. My brain was processing so much information I noticed his gesture five seconds after, when it proceeded to waver and vanish.

Then, and out of nowhere, before my vocal cords could produce any kind of sound, Niki materialized on my side, grabbing my hand and exasperatingly asking if I could call her. It had been a while since she used her phone and now didn’t remember where she’d left it. The noise made it hard for me to understand it all in one go, but once I assimilated the thread of words, and as Niki began to drag me out of my spot, I glimpsed back at San and his dark eyes and contrasting reddish t-shirt.

My heart begged to leave my chest as I said, “Sorry. I, uh— I’ll be back.”

Niki eventually brought me with her after he responded with hefty eyelids and messy hair, “Yeah, no worries.”

Worrisome crept through my skull and hung from my ribs, and fucking used it like a swing. 

San disappeared from my sight when we meandered left, walked past the queue to the toilet and through the main door. I found Cami sitting in front of a beautiful scarlet bougainvillea, using the edge of the concrete planter as a bench. Her also scarlet hair and crimson lipstick suited her so much my mouth wouldn’t shut up when I first saw her earlier.

“So how did it happen? When was the last time you used it?” I asked, cheeks flushed by the different first-experiences I’d had.

Cami furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?”

I was already on my contact list searching for Niki’s number the moment she herself placed a hand between the screen and my sight. “Well…A white lie doesn’t hurt anyone, does it?” She giggled, and Cami and I exchanged looks.

“What did this girl tell you?”

“That she lost her phone— Bitch, it was a lie?”

“In my defense, you were suffocating in flames there. It looked like you really needed some air, so I had to think fast.” Niki took a seat next to Cami and let go of a restrained sigh. “But air aids fire. Instead, I thought some watering should do you good.”

My brows erased the “Distance” entry from their dictionary. “Watering? What do you mean?”

“It’s going to rain. I can smell in the air.” Niki lifted a shoulder as it was nothing. Then grinned.

“Liar. You checked the weather app in the morning,” Cami reprimanded her with a soft shoving to the side. Her attention returned to me, and gifted me a reassuring smile. “So Mora, my girl, what was all that?”

Darn Cami and her devious gestures.

“Did you—?”

“Yup.” Cami popped the “p” and the way I heard it was as though she had enjoyed it. I glared at them, agape and sensing static crawling under my skin. “Everything.”

“Oh, God.” I didn’t know the many times I repeated myself in my pacing out of madness, but when I came to a halt, Niki and Cami had their eyes focused on me.

“We were taking care of you. We don’t know him, Mora,” Niki explained carefully, delicacy in her eyes.

It took me a few seconds to comprehend them, but I nodded. She was right. I also would’ve taken care of both if they had been in my position—talking to a stranger in a party where obviously, we were the vulnerable ones.

“What did you see?” I inquired secretly, trusting they would understand the real intention.

They glanced at each other, as in remembering better, and pondered in silence. Niki stretched her legs and crossed them again afterward. “He wants to kiss you so bad. More than the half of the time you’ve talked, he kept his hands on the pockets of his pants. And y’know what that means.”

“And when he noted he’d grabbed your wrist, the expression he made…like it also was a surprise to him for reacting in that manner.”

“Damn, and the way he approached to touch her,” Niki squeaked. “Please don’t let me know if I hallucinated because I couldn’t have gotten butterflies from my imagination.”

“Niki—”

I gasped, silently feeling comforted that I wasn’t making it up either. “You didn’t,” my voice managed to formulate.

I didn’t feel attacked at his attempt to reduce space between us. His grasp had been tender and hot around my skin, being mindful that the gemstones in my bracelet could easily hurt me if put more pressure on. Not even I’d been that attentive to it; for a reason I continuously ended up stabbing myself when doing anything.

“Then what did he make you feel? Are you comfortable around him?” Cami questioned with her mom-like tone.

I pondered an adequate answer while evoking our conversation and how he adventured to start it. In front of me, both girls squawked.

“We’ve lost her!” they yelled, and I had no other option than to shut them up with a slap on their laps. Their giggles caught the attention of the people in the garage, provoking my face to paint as maroon as the flowers behind my friends looked in the shade.

“We’ll keep eyeing you, okay?” The corners of Niki’s blue lips curled upwards. “Now you may return with your man.”

It is fair to say she deserved this second hit, at which she remained impassive notwithstanding. “He’s not my man, idiot.”

But then she challenged me with a threat. “You’ll be sleeping on the freezing floor if we leave this party and you’ve got no action.”

“I wouldn’t even be sorry I’ll be taking your place on the bed, Mora,” Cami seconded her with a smirk too.

“At times like this is when I seriously ask myself why and how you gained my love.” Biting my lip, I stomped my way back under the same rhythm of my erratic heart. The last thing I heard from outside were their devil laughs, and, to my great surprise, a thunder that silenced for a beat the music from inside.

It saddened me for a second that I’d missed the twisting of the lighting in the closed sky.

To be completely honest, I don’t quite have an idea of how I arrived back to the kitchen with my mouth filled with beer and my bottle hanging now empty from my fingers. I did somehow, and without any inconvenience the beer went down my throat, still cold and bitter. I trashed the bottle and moved to the fridge to open my last one.

While trying to find our box of beers, I also pathetically attempted to shy away every thought related to San. What we talked about, and what could happen next.

However, it was impossible.

I was intrigued, and my mind wouldn’t stop inquiring. When I stood up, my eyes roamed through the room and its feeble lighting. My eyes plummeted on a group of guys on the patio, talking and laughing. San was there, from his fingers dangled a lit-up cigarette whereas his other hand held a beer. A warm yellow shaft fell on his features, and I could see a threat of smoke emitting from his lips.

When I raised my eyes back to his, he already had been staring at me. He raised the cigarette back to his plump lips as soon as he exhaled the puff. His t-shirt stretched with his breathing in, but I couldn’t look away.

We stared at each other, inert on our feet while people danced their way between us.

San didn’t return to the mass intoning Danny Ocean even when the rain broke the skies and poured outside. And I focused on other things to forget that I had a clock right behind me. Cami and Niki pranced tipsy through the hallway to the living room and, at last, joined the crowd. I found another friend in the party, and drank half of the bottle with her, mumbling into nonsense as I accepted the alcohol in my system.

More lightning and thunder echoed in the heavens. I would like to say that was the reason I’d look outside the window door so frequently, and not because of certain someone whose heavy stare I felt on my body, making like a path of burning tingles, from time to time. Although it was impressive how him and his friends were still in the patio even when rain began pouring slightly.

A part of the night clicked by lively with the three of us attempting to twerk, making us company when going to the toilet—thank God neither needed help inside the restroom—and trails of screen’s lights, manes, and shirts roaming around.

The speaker had played perhaps four or ten songs by the moment I finished my drink and my phone vibrated in my hand from a text. It was my brother at two a.m. asking if we were going to need him to come for us since rain had gotten heavy in the last five minutes. The house was just a pair of streets away, but I pondered on the answer while making my way to the countertop to grab a glass of water. I bent to fill the red cup, and unconsciously left the chat open, so hearing a voice next to me was a huge startle that got me hitting in the crown of my head.

“Your boyfriend?” San had asked, and caused my scene of humiliation. “Oh, shit, are you okay?”

“I hope so.” I chuckled and massaged the area that was throbbing.

Seldom are the times I promise things, but I swear I had my eyes closed the moment I faced the voice. That, until another pair of hands cupped my hand and jaw, leading me to stare widely at his eyes, surprise plastered on my features and in my heartbeat. There were so many questions I wanted to formulate—how could you make me feel things so soon? Who are you? Who will be you tomorrow morning?—while mingling in his voice and smell.

Blame the alcohol crashing in my bloodstream, but if I were to turn into thin dust at this exact second by formulating them and continue talking to him the rest of the damn night, I knew I wouldn’t fucking mind.

Before I could hear his questioning inside the walls of my head, my vision lowered to his mouth and plump pink lips. He’d pursed them once again. This occasion, near the yellow kitchen shaft, their shape reminded me of the buttons of my shirt—round and fleecy, absorbing the dim shadows of the room. And my hands wished to do just two things: to bring his lips closer and tear my shirt open.

A shift on his brow in a cocky manner brought me back to the query floating around us. “Does my response matter?”

Not a single beat in when he said, “Yes.”

My hand fell to my side, and along with the motion I swung his skin with me. I blinked. “No. It’s my brother asking if he should collect us since it’s…raining.” One finger of him was grabbing one of mine, loosely.

That’s when I noted his wet hair and the drops of cold rain on his t-shirt, all over his broad shoulders. Two trailed down the side of his neck, and it took all of me not to lick them off.

The point where our skins connected was severely precarious. We’d stop touching each other even at the slightest involuntary movement. It got me in a state of self-awareness and warning, red codes flooding my arteries. I shouldn’t even consider grasping tighter to not let him go.

But he was digging deeper in both my skin and eyes. Each ticking second became harder for me to differentiate if the numbing of my thoughts were his nearness or the drinks perching in my system and fogging them. San was under my touch, in front of my sight, inside my lungs. How could I not have gotten intoxicated by him?

My guts clenched at noticing the sex-themed lyrics of the songs blasting from the speaker. Verses I’d sung my lungs out on my own were stuck within my breath in the back of my throat.

“I shouldn’t be worried then?” His husky voice electrified my veins.

My eyelids fluttered in bewilderment. “About what?”

“You having a boyfriend.” I sensed his smirk prior to swinging down my gaze. Curling the fingers of my free and useless hand, I forced myself to peek at his wooden eyes and maintain my focus there.

Me fighting against myself and these foreign instincts was somehow a ground absolutely virgin—such as I indeed was.

My brain cells had died or extinguished themselves from Earth, as the dinosaurs. Because constructing sentences and foreseeing what could happen only led me to an awkward emptiness in my mind, where not even the noisy murmur of my subconscious would guide me. As though it had turned off, like a radio with dead batteries.

That was when I snapped out of my cage—grabbed my phone, now the screen off, and stepped away from him, shaking my head as the response his frown was eager to hear. Placing the phone in one butt-pocket, I looked in the counter for my previous glass but ended up grabbing a new one to fill with water. It was clearer than the liquid I was drinking that I didn’t want to see what his reaction was.

Never had I been ashamed of never having a boyfriend—or of basically being inexperienced with guys—but now, missing the possible change of his expression would make it simpler to the thumping of my heart aiming to rip my chest open.

When I glanced at San, the creases from his forehead had disappeared. The smirk had stayed, though, and caught something like relief flooding his features.

“I’d never had a boyfriend, as a matter-of-fact,” I faintly said, not knowing what had prompted me to, once half of the red plastic glass was finished. The liquid in it was tasteless, so I was positive it was water.

My body couldn’t take another drop of alcohol.

“I’m calling BS,” San exclaimed in stupefaction.

I grimaced. “Believe me when I say I wish it was. Always have attributed it to the numerous unrequited loves I’ve found myself in. Knowing that nothing would ever go beyond that, perhaps even unconsciously, every single time has made it easier for me to just…unclasp them from me. Or me from them.” A corner of my lips went upwards bittersweetly as I swung in the water left in my hand.

San crossed his arms on his chest and peered the room behind me before asking, “So you’ve had no sex?”

My face flushed and my stomach sank. Didn’t think he would dare to enquiry so directly. “Nope,” I answered sincerely, staring at the countertop. Then at his eyes. “What about you?”

San nodded. “My first time was a few years ago, with my now ex.” He scratched his nape. “Wait, have you gotten to any base?”

That question got me biting back my lip before I could think it through. “The abstract of my romantic and sexual lives is inexistent.” I laughed my usual laugh, with my head falling back and my neck exposing. “Never have I held hands with somebody. Never have I kissed someone. Never have been touched—”

Unlike other situations caused by alcohol, this moment caught me with the surprise that indeed alcohol is dangerous to people like me. The kind that takes too long to say things because we overthink everything. But due to our systems altered and light-feathered head, words would be vomited, slurred, that otherwise would’ve been thought thoroughly in some fake scenario prepared beforehand.

And sharing this information wasn’t in my plans. Although it was too late to mend the mess—San had heard, processed, and comprehended my words.

Feeling my mouth open and close twice, I went mute for a second as I dwelled on what I should do next to avoid the slightest idea in him of stopping our acquaintance. As inexperienced as I was at kissing and being in intimacy with guys, the blood in my veins still fancied his proximity, his attention, his eyes on me and my lips nonetheless.

I was not dense enough to miss noticing how his view swayed downwards, and it wasn’t to admire the purple-ish lipstick fading, even though his eyes locked there for a beat too much. 

“I’m not gonna apologize for speaking facts about me. And if it’s a huge pressure on you and I to be friends due to that and it leads to us stopping our convo, then I guess you may regret it a little. But I assure you in the end it’s gonna be okay; you’ll survive.”

His chortle danced to my ears. San didn’t spare my blood pressure as he let his head hang cutely to one side. “It’s been a while since I’ve spoken to a girl in a party, and you’re easy-going and funny that I don’t think I could let you go just right away.” He snatched from my black-polished nails the red glass. “Besides, I ought to know how come that no one has ever…been inside your walls.”

The rose tint from the beers on my cheeks grew darker as I caught the suggestiveness rolling out of his tongue. But I was riveted on him filling back the cup and sipping next to the spot of a purple lipstick that, in the end, I didn’t relate this new wave of heat to his words.

“What would you do then, if you had the opportunity in your hands?” He returned to my left flank and leaned his hip on the counter. “Would you have sex with someone you’d just met?”

My head shook on its own before the ˂20 sober percentage in my system could process and ponder his question. “One-night stands aren’t really my thing.”

“Oh, that’s good, you’ll be safer. I never have experienced it either, since it is never sure if the people involved are completely clean. Irony would be if a doctor or nurse ends up catching a STD.”

“It may be mainly that, yeah. But just imagine if one of them has a kink that is not of your liking and wouldn’t respect your decision by imposing themself. There must be trust, respect for each other and their boundaries, and—”

“Love?”

The mocking tone in his voice drew my brows together. “San, please, we’re talking about sex. You well know this is apart from romantic emotions.”

He shrugged a shoulder and showed me a wide smile. “It was a dumb question you answered perfectly.”

To continue his joke, I pushed myself away from the counter and teased him with a nineteenth-century curtsy. “It has been my pleasure, my lord.” I finished my little theatrical act and returned my gaze to him, freezing briefly at the smirk that popped into view a pair of beautiful dimples I had tried my best to ignore before.

This bastard had to have it all, hadn’t he?

“But yeah, that’s how things are. Personally, I could never be with someone whom I don’t trust nor connect. Developing these feelings toward someone completely different from you takes a big-ass amount of time.”

While he began answering me, he moved us away from a group of friends that had entered the kitchen and that I was unaware of. “You’re one of those who enjoy suffering thus choosing the hard way, ain’t you?”

I smiled at him, biting my lip quickly to behave as I should.

But being tipsy wasn’t advantageous for the situation. “And you’re one of those who act in a bold manner.” I pointed at his hand wrapping my waist, his warm hand spread immobile against my only layer of clothing. “Not that I mind. Things have felt and been different tonight and somehow…I can’t seem to complain having you close,” I whispered, fidgeting with the ends of my mane.

Two of his fingers, oozing security and softness, placed a few of my rebel baby hairs with the rest, but ended up wandering through the bridge of my nose to a brow and then to my temple until they were brought to a halt in my jaw. His stare exposed his confusion and desire, as it glued for seconds on my features in sheer silence. Not even his breath made it to my ears, much less his heartbeat.

San and I were in a corner of the room, and he acted as if no one else could see us there, standing so close we might’ve as well looked like we already kissed. The purple of my lips was surely smeared, but San wasn’t the reason. 

I wasn’t used to having eyes on me. Under other circumstances, people would take a look over us and gossip about things. However, every single soul in the house was in their own world, I had to remind myself.

I wasn’t used to having eyes on me, although in this circumstance, if by “eyes” meant his, then I think I had no option than to sway along the river.

“The night is young and yet I feel it slipping through my fingers.” San tightened his grasp on my back, inducing me to get a step closer. Our chests had finally clashed one onto the other. “I want to know you more, so talk to me, please.”

It took nineteen years in order to fully acknowledge that my boobs were too small for my liking.

A nervous laughter, another of those that display my neck, came out. Thank God San was holding me steadily, because I could’ve lost balance. “We’re already talking.”

“This is not enough, Mora,” he said with a small smile to the side, a small dimple appearing. “Tell me more about you, your family, your past. I’m genuinely interested in this girl named after one of my favorite berries found in Costco.”

He welcomed my weak fist on one solid bicep.

And San laughed, shrinking his eyes and frowning his brows. His shoulders had also lifted but when the tension left his system, his stare returned to be the heavy, beaming one pouring over me.

I did as requested and we…got lost into our own little world. Exchanged life experiences, dreams and goals for the future, and family situations with their respective inside jokes. Stole two pieces of cake from the fridge and savored them at three a.m. Although San finished what I’d left, since I wasn’t as hungry as him—I had eaten the leftovers of my hamburger minutes prior to starting putting on makeup. He handed me his phone to write down my name on Facebook’s searching bar; I unlocked mine on my other hand to accept him. We laughed, I almost cried and he freaked out a little bit. He held me close, stood between my legs when I sat down on the countertop, or grabbed me again from the waist with one or both hands when his hip was leaned on the edge of the laminate. 

We’d provoke brushes or strokes if for any reason we had finished the prior contact. I sent him signals, mental texts, images of what I was manifesting, because our connection grew and I felt it—as well as I felt a big percentage of the alcohol leaving my body by now, though this wasn’t as urgent as the former.

The clock was ticking, and I had become a bit surer of what I wanted to happen between us. Even with the threat of me sleeping on the floor if I returned home with no action, my mind was made up for a completely independent reason. And that certain reason was thumping as mad as a drummer inside my ribcage and throbbing against other parts of my body. There was no necessity for him to know this.

But before anything else happened, I had to hear the truth from his lips and voice.

“San?” I muttered.

He turned toward me after having searched everywhere for the third red cup we’d lose within an hour. “Yeah?”

“Let me be straightforward and ask something even if I kill the mood.”

San laughed. “Go ahead.”

“You—” I cut myself to breath in. Speaking my sober mind wouldn’t ever stop being hard, ain’t it? “Earlier, you talked to me thinking I was older?”

Not a single second passed when he articulated in a shy tone, “Positive.”

“And you’ve always had in mind kissing me?” God, it’s me again. With the alcohol remaining in my veins, make me look good and nothing-at-all ashamed for interrogating him this way.

His head tilted, and a half curve was formed on his lips. “If the chance came, yes. No one says no to kissing in a party. Just look around. Everyone’s lips are glued to another’s. But knowing this would be your first kiss, I wouldn’t like to pressure yourself into doing something you’re not sure of.”

Well, I hadn’t learned at school which is the best timing to give your first kiss, and even though I wasn’t against the idea of turning this moment into a romantic memory, I’d always wanted to have my first kiss with a boy I liked. Yeah, that’s right. The dream of every girl with pink-colored glasses on.

Truth be told, I’d felt this electricity running through my whole body when San’s eyes landed on mine or studied my face, so it was impossible to deny that I wasn’t attracted to him. He’d been treating me respectfully the whole night, which made me think of him like a safe guy. And he already pledged he’d stop whenever there was a “no” from either his partner or him.

He seemed trustworthy after all the time we’d spent talking and opening about ourselves.

It just was my mind that wouldn’t shut up with all its hourly overthinking, nonetheless. He was older, yes. He had more experience, yes. He knew what he was looking for—which I didn’t know. Did he come to me because he thought of me as a pretty gal or as someone sexy who he’d get something from? Did he see me and couldn’t stop himself from coming over? Or was I the easiest target because I was with my girlfriends and standing still?

And after the sun rises again, with me in his Facebook friends and vice versa, what will be going to happen? Back to strangers, but now with the only difference that he will have become the guy who took my first kiss away from my lips?

Funny thing is, regardless of the overthinking of my mind, I did want it.

I wanted him to kiss me. 

I did crave the shortening of distance between his lips and mine.

I had made my mind that he was the one I’d chosen the moment I started feeling protected in every kind of way. When he didn’t laugh at my lack of experience and romance in my life. When he answered my naïve questions with seriousness, never trying to mansplain what he knew about.

And he might’ve acted all out to get this one goal—to eat someone’s mouth in a party, the most casual thing—but I might have as well. I’m no goddess-looking girl, but I flirted, intended to focus him on my lips by playing with them, posed to look sexier for him to notice the usual cute face everyone sees.

It may be not a lie when I say that we both were lusting for it. To taste, smell, feel each other. Arousal ran under my skin at the expectation, though I still hadn’t answered him. My eyes fell on the closed glass door. And then beyond that, to the darkness of the night and the few raindrops that had lingered enough time on the ceiling and would meet the same spot on the floor.

“Ever crossed your mind that your first kiss would be under the rain?” he asked, silencing my train of thought.

I couldn’t stop a smirk from forming on my face. “Oh, Mr. San, are you asking me if you can kiss me?” I half-joked. I was done. My heartbeat had taken the race thing too seriously and now bumped blood to my body at the speed of light. The weightless breeze caressing the bare skin of my neck was cold.

Or maybe I was too turned on.

Which was weird, because he hadn’t touched me past my hand and clothes. Besides, I had stopped drinking a while now.

Lust really was something else, huh?

“I’m open to the opportunity if you also want to.” He shrugged like it meant nothing, maybe not to put pressure on me, but I sensed his lie under the tip of my tongue. It tasted sour.

“Okay,” I found myself muttering with a crescent smile. “I do. I’m in.”

Best mood-killer ever, by the way.

He gave me a shocked look before questioning me if he’d heard right. I repeated myself. He grinned.

We snickered into the door on his back, into the laundry room. The door shut us in the darkness, and I didn’t care if someone caught us on our way in. This moment was San’s and mine.

“Follow me,” I whispered even though the music beyond the walls could hide my normal voice enough.

“Where are we going?”

I grabbed the knob of a door to my left and unlocked it. I let him walk out first, facing a short corridor that also led to the patio. I knew beforehand not a single soul was outside, due to the rain, so it was the perfect spot for our escapism to sin. “You asked if I wanted my first kiss to be under the rain.” I shrugged a shoulder and intertwined my shaking fingers. “I thought a private place would be better.” San gulped down and nodded.

The lightbulb above us illuminated half of our faces. I kept fidgeting with my nails even when my back hit the brick and its temperature ran through my skin. “I’m nervous,” I admitted in a low voice. I hardly felt the blasts of the speaker on my feet.

“Me too.” San, looking at my hands, scratched one side of his neck. “Are you—?”

“I’m okay. Are you still—?”

Now he cut me off by cocooning my trembling limbs with a hand. “Yes.”

“Okay,” I mouthed inaudibly, rather to myself than to him.

“Okay,” San mirrored. He came nearer, and I had all my back fused to the cement. Both of his hands cupped my face. I was jammed staring at the wooden eyes of his when they blinked numerous times and glanced down to my lips. “Okay, then,” he repeated again, a breath away from me.

I had seen in movies how mouths had to be open, so I did. My lips parted slowly for the first time and for him. The last thing I viewed was him closing his eyelids with pleasure.

Kissing was a weird sensation. Or maybe I’d thought that because he went hard on me, as though he indeed had been wanting to taste my mouth and play with my lips all night long. I tried to keep up with his years of experience by moving them and accepting each feeling the moment was granting me.

He broke our kiss when I wasn’t ready to let go of the sensation. I sighed and opened my eyes; his were two thin lines. Barely. “Wait, let’s do it this way,” he commanded in a clear, hot mumble. My legs wobbled, and I felt like newborn Bambi.

However, starting from the next kiss, he had a fire burning inside him. And I was confused how I could've been the one to light it. Because catching my lips again, San shifted our positions. He was breathing loudly and with effort, though it didn’t cut him short of embracing my waist with his ripped arms and raising me from the ground—like I weighed nothing—a second before placing his solid thigh between my legs. As he was taller than me, I ended up being tiptoed, my upper body clenched against him. And in under the span of one second, somehow, my hands grabbed him from the shoulders even though it wasn’t necessary—his grasp kept tight and firm around my shape.

This time, San enjoyed sucking my lower lip, and gave it a tiny bite prior to kissing me with his tongue meandering in, licking and looking for mine. I was sensing everything so much in every corner of my body that, when I chose to make my tongue dance and fight against his, my hips began rocking back and forward on his thigh. The tension was electrifying, violent within my nerves, and it took all my might to not dip my nails on him.

I could’ve died right there, or maybe I did and came back to life immediately. San was devouring me, leaving no room in my senses to think of anything else that weren’t either him and this moment. I followed his lead and separated to fill our lungs with a scent other than ourselves, but it was hard, especially when what happened the next time I inhaled, I was sent berserk.

We were inches apart, inhaling and exhaling with difficulty. My bottom lip was throbbing and numb when I nibbled it while expecting the next inevitable kiss, but San had planned another trajectory. Contrarily to my shrouded thoughts, San set down briefly his lips on my jaw and, just like that, he was facing my neck. His grip around me got tightened, and it was efficient for me to not fall as I was melting down for him. My hips were still rolling against his thigh, aiding the pulsing spot between my legs, this time a bit more steadily. He left wet kisses and its noises downwards until the base of my neck.

The effect that had on me led me to my head falling back, giving him more space if possible, at the deadly feeling. I wish I had grabbed his hair between my fingers and held him closer, but I didn’t. I could barely feel my limbs.

“You smell so damn good,” he had said with his mouth caressing my sensitive skin.

My eyes were shut, trying to understand what he had said with the feather-like sensation of my head. “Thank you,” I answered finally in a murmur. However, now that I think of it, a moan could’ve been a more adequate response, though.

He giggled his way up, and when I reopened my eyes, he was staring down at me, a smirk showing off his cute dimples. The oscillation of our chests was irregular, and my blood pressure was one kiss away from causing a heart attack.

That was when I recognized the sound of the glass door sliding open. And I supposed he also had, because he grabbed my hand and unclicked the door for us. My mind was hazy and my senses numb, so by some means, I turned on the lightbulb of the laundry room above our heads. Both of us leaned on each door to grasp for the last breath we were interrupted from having in the fresh night air.

I glanced at him, he glanced back, and our laughter filled the tiny space we were in.

“I’m sorry if I came out rude,” he said staring at the ceiling. “I thought you wouldn’t like anyone seeing us kissing.”

“Don’t worry. It’s all good.” I smiled at him, but it was a strange one, because my lips were plumber than usual, filled with fluttering static.

He lowered his gaze and stepped forward, to me, licking his lips. And I spotted desire stacking up in his eyes—his wanting to kiss me again. His hands lifted up to cup my face again, and his towering shape bended on me.

But my hand flew to his thorax to stop him. It worked on his marching, but he kept his hands close to my jaw, a concerned expression welled up from his frown to his pursed lips.

“I’m feeling lightheaded and dizzy,” I confessed and he nodded, the creases on his forehead not disappearing though. I sighed, nestled on his warm touch, and finally dared to stroke the growing hairs of his nape. We were still like this a few seconds while waiting for me to regain back any healthy shade of color on my cheeks.

When I focused on him again, I noticed my eyes had been closed as he’d caressed a cheek and a piercing of my ear. One of the corners of my lips raised on its own. “Thank you,” I muttered after accommodating my weight on my two feet. “I’m feeling better.”

“Really? I’m glad. That, uh— That’s good to hear,” he also spoke in his suppressed, husky tone. His hands fell to his sides and widened the space between us. Ironically, I felt as though air had been fisted out of my lungs.

My limbs, not knowing yet what to do with them, crossed over my ribs. A finger with a mind on its own crept to my lips nonetheless, and like I was at the cinema, watching a movie, my brain opted to show me everything that had happened in the span of the last few minutes. It had been easier to relive it since the room we were in was so quiet, and the chants coming from my back were muffled.

I had to rest on the wood of the door to keep on my feet. “And thank you, San.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could’ve had the chance to swallow them.

He was reclining on the washing machine to my right, his arms tensed for the weight pushing his body straight. His eyes squinted with wonderment. “What for?”

“For making me feel safe. For talking to me this whole time. For being the first guy to ever kiss me.”

“There’s a tint on your voice like we’re breaking up,” he joked.

I shook my head gingerly. “The night’s soon to be over.” I scratched one brow at reminiscing the entire scene once again. “Damn, you’re a good kisser.”

Fuck, did I just say that out loud?

At least I made him bend over, laughing. “Well, thank you. I’m happy you enjoyed yourself. I also did.”

I bit back my lips and beamed at him with a grimace. “I think we should go back. My friends must be looking for me.”

“Sure.” San gazed at me so tenderly I almost begged him to hug me. Almost.

Instead, I opened the door for him and he walked out first. The moment I prepared to bear the rest of the party as though I hadn’t just devoted my first kiss to San, I heard Niki’s voice regarding him. “Have you seen Mora?” she had asked the exact moment I came into her range of view to turn off the light behind me. I caught at most a glimpse of the shape of her brows rising before she said then in a raucous voice, “Oh,” and turned away.

“She knows, right?” San questioned.

“Yup.” I popped the “p” as if it were chewing gum. “She may have an idea.”

“Well, there’s nothing we can do, is there?”

I shrugged a shoulder and sighed. I could bet she had prompted to Cami and told her everything now. “You’re right. Anyways, want another glass of water?”

He nodded and stole my opportunity to fill the red glass by snatching it from my hands and doing it himself. Then, he waited for me to drink my sips and was until I had enough when he emptied it. Damn, I just wanted to be taken care of by him a little more.

The night continued. Music thumped each tile of the floor, voices broke by singing to a high note, laughter joined to the mess created. The last message I received from my brother was two hours ago, at 2:18 a.m. when he sent “Goodnight, Loca” instead of writing “Mora” because he had always liked how they rhymed.

I didn’t enjoy it as much as him, but whatever. I left his message unread.

I left San in the kitchen two times to go pee, and each time I returned, he was waiting for me with our red plastic glass between his teeth and on the phone. The second time I wasn’t running lucky, since he was answering to some friends that had come to the party with him. The clock in the stove read 4:44 when I blinked at it in the middle of my yawn.

“I think it’s time for me to leave,” he said apologetically.

“Really? Why?” I wish I had bitten back the words. I feared my voice had the neediness my insides were trying hard to ignore.

“One of my friends is staggering on the sidewalk and another is throwing up in the bathroom from upstairs. They’re at their limit and I still have to drop them off before I get home.”

“Yeah, sorry. It was a stupid question.” I glared down, fidgeting with my nails.

“It wasn’t, I promise.” He raised my face with a grip on my chin. “Thank you for making me company tonight and allowing me to get to know you. I had a great time.”

Blood rushed to my cheeks. “I did too. And if you want to talk, you know my DM is open.”

Please kiss me again.

“Sure. See you, Mora.” San half-hugged me, his arm embracing my waist, and kissed my cheek.

Please make me yours.

“Night, San.” His perfume made it to my lungs and held it in as much as I could.

Please don’t go yet.

His touch slithered from my torso to my arm and then, my fingerprints on his palm disappeared as soon as our mutual brush finished and I was there, hanging and grasping the crisp air. My arm returned loosely to my side, as though he had stolen part of my energy.

I set free my breathing and didn’t risk a flood of emotions at seeing him leave the house, or at knowing which car was his. I channeled my attention to the songs and the few souls remaining. It was a wonder to me how there were only ten of us left when an hour prior the house was crowded and it looked like it was vomiting humans.

The chilly breeze flew through the rooms, so I grabbed and put on the sweater I had thrown to the sofa when we first arrived.

By the moment I encountered Lily, she was drunk and sad at five a.m. She wanted to sleep, but the rest of the guests—us—weren’t leaving yet. So I opted to help her ease her frustration and fetched Niki and Cami. In no time they gathered up their things and the three kissed Lily goodbye.

“I’m sorry,” she said but Niki waved off her words.

“We understand, girl. Have a good night, sweetie.”

“Sleep tight,” I said, and Cami waved a hand.

As the house Niki and I lived in was near, and the rain had stopped from watering wild flowers, we walked past the houses for two or three minutes until we stopped in front of the door of our garage. The streetlight blinked a few times before steading, just right when Niki unlocked the door.

The city was one hour from dawning and yet, everything was so quiet out there. No wind, no clouds, and a dog barking was hardly heard in the distance. I gave it a quick thought to San and if he had arrived safely by now; however, I knew I had better things to think about—than a guy I might never see again—like how to recollect strength to change into pajamas and wipe off my makeup.

And these only were two of them.

Niki and Cami spoke of the fun they had, and I was more than proud, since they’d been my guests. I was listening to the conversation in parts, for I was coming in and going out of Niki’s room, where we were going to sleep all three. Once I had changed into a new set of pajamas in the bathroom and washed my teeth, I returned to the bedroom to remove my little effort of eyeliner, mascara, shadows, and the smeared lipstick.

“—and when that guy did the step of Anita, I almost joined him on the floor. Just facts,” Cami stated and snapped her fingers twice.

“Fuck! If you’ve had, I also would’ve, bitch! Why didn’t you tell me?” Niki called out. Both of her hands rushed to cover his mouth as she noticed she had screamed.

“That isn’t my fault, ‘kay?” Cami whispered.

“What in the world are you talking about?” I expressed in amusement while taking off my glasses and tapping on one eye the remover cream.

They shared a glance I could catch up with since I wasn’t as sight-depraved as Niki. Their giggles boomed in the room, but they weren’t normal ones—these had evilness in their ring.

“You would’ve seen the public show if you just hadn’t starred your own.” I swore Cami had secret horns matching her hair color.

“Her own private show,” seconded Niki, dancing up and down her brows.

“Y’all don’t even know what happened.” Okay, I admit that was a crappy attempt to defend myself.

“But I saw the two of you coming out of the laundry room, somewhat…buoyant.”

“I have to say, Mora, what the fuck? Why, girl, why in the damn laundry room?”

 I raised my palms briefly. “Nothing happened there! Calm down, geez.”

“Then?” Cami’s honey eyes beamed at me. She had on her pajamas and looked more angelic than before. That chameleon girl. “What happened elsewhere? Because that guy? He had laid his eyes on you the moment he arrived.”

Comprehending her last sentence, all my prior thoughts evaporated. “What?”

Cami stared up at both from the individual air mattress Niki had put for her. “You heard right. He arrived at eleven-ish with some other guys, and left their beers in the fridge, but I think you were in the bathroom helping Lily at that time. However, the first moment I saw you catching his attention, we were in the backyard. He was—”

“Standing at the right, with a bunch of other guys, talking, wasn’t he?” I cut in, faintly remembering someone with a red t-shirt in the middle of a circle composed of darker colors.

“Yeah. When we decided to get inside, I noticed his friends outside encouraging him to do something.”

“Fists and all?” Niki deadpanned.

“Fists and all,” answered Cami back within a sigh. “Instead of encouraging him, it seemed like they were going to kill him before he could even try something with you. But yeah, I saw him walk through the door and, as unnoticeable as a tall guy with a red t-shirt could be, he approached to your side. Not ours; yours. He glanced many times to see if you’d noticed him, and got so relieved when he finally stopped at your side.”

The words had caught up in my throat.

“I am witness to this last part,” Niki said. “So when he said something, it was for you to answer, not us, so we let you take charge of the rest.”

“How come I-I wasn’t aware of this?” San had felt attracted to me…way before we even exchanged names? He had been nervous since the beginning? “You’re not messing with me, are you?”

They shook their heads in sync. “You need to check your glasses, hun.” Niki patted my knee with a chortle stuck in her tongue.

Cami and I rolled our eyes. “It just means you didn’t go to the party looking for guys.”

“Speaking of which, I’m sorry I left you on your own the whole night after— Well, after him.”

“What the fuck are you saying? We’re more than happy you also spent a great night, be it with us or not.” Cami smiled widely.

“And we were together, so it didn’t matter to us much. Don’t worry.” Niki put on a black hoodie. “But what’s done is done. Now spill the tea between you two, bitch.”

I didn’t know where to begin with. I had lived so much with him in the span of a few hours that my brain was still processing everything. “We talked, like a lot. He seemed genuinely interested in my life and dreams and goals, so, after I returned inside from your shitty lie”—I glared at Niki and her muffled laughter came from behind the sheets—“we opened up about ourselves. My mind began to produce images that hadn’t happened…yet. But when we were actually living the moment…it was much better, I swear. He kissed me as though he would die otherwise. With tongue too, which was something totally unexpected.”

“Did you like it?” Niki asked.

“I didn’t not like it, but it is a weird sensation having someone else’s tongue inside your mouth, you know? And it was barely the second time we had, yeah, our lips pressed together, so it’d escalated rather quickly to my liking.”

As I ran out of breath, I had the time to regard their reactions. My eyes lifted from my hands to their agape faces.

“What’d you say?”

“Wait a damn minute.” Niki pressed her mouth in a thin line. “Mora, bitch, how many kisses were there?”

Color dashed to my face and the neck he had also savored. And since I couldn’t bring my voice to pass through the knot in my throat, I signaled them three and four. Not even I recalled when it finished one and started the next.

For the following five minutes I narrated my vague memories. I was tired yet still mesmerized by San. Although I still was having a hard time gulping down what Cami had told us.

I left the girls chatting some more about the party to go to the bathroom, but when I stopped at the door, no sound came from the inside. I entered tiptoeing and lay back on the mattress, reminiscing the night in the ceiling once more, because…why the hell not? I was in my right.

It was early in the morning when my eyelids felt too heavy for me to maintain them open any longer.

After waking up, we cooked pancakes at eleven for breakfast with a cup of coffee to energize our dehydrated bodies. The dishes were placed in the sink, and I had a foolish wish for them to wash themselves. At one we put a movie on the TV in the living room and, although I wasn’t paying much attention, I caught glimpses of some scenes. I had spent mainly my time surfing on Instagram, watching reels to help with the boredom that a Sunday afternoon meant.

That, until a bubble with his name on my screen appeared, and I evoked his promise for a kiss under the rain and when we were outside, nothing had poured.

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Chapter 2 : The First Thrust.

My words gave her pause. Just for an instant. I leaned back and pushed my thighs forward, ensuring her knees were well wedged under the log. I knew if I fell forward on top of her she’d have to release her grip or risk falling flat on her face. Pinning her face flat to the ground was something I wasn’t against.. if I needed to.

Her ass stared back at me as I gazed down the crevice of her twin round orbs. I could smell her stink, ripe, juicy and ready. She wiggled it slightly enticing me to take the plunge.

I cupped each cheek in my rough dirty hands.. thumbs facing inward towards the holes that now seemed to be throwing off their own heat.

Squeezing roughly, the flesh was smooth and supple and jiggled like two packets of milk as I started to pry apart her cheeks. Opening her wide.

The top of my cock was wedged under her cunt .. the thick base pressed against her perineum. I slide it back and forth. Teasing her pink swollen lips by rumbling the veins along their slick surface. She tried to move but was pinned from the waist down. I knew the course bark of the log must be biting into her thighs. I hoped there was gravel digging into the thin skin of her knees too.

My shaft was cocked. Throbbing like an arrow about to be fired from a bow. Sliding and wiggling its head between the folds of her cunt I coated the tip with her clear hot lubricants. I could feel the soft warm hollow where her fuck tunnel opened.

The thrust was measured and deliberate. An arrow flying in agonizing slow motion. There was resistance as the thin skin stretched around my swollen glans, engulfing me so tightly it felt like putting on a sock 2 sizes too small. It released a groan from deep in my balls. I watched her hands slowly dig into the sand for purchase as she pushed her hips back onto me. Desperate little whore.

I grabbed both ass cheeks harshly .. spread them wide as I watched my meat slowly disappear. She engulfed me hungrily, the thin skin of her inner lips stretching till they were almost translucent. I thrust forward slowly.. her cunt gripped hard and her pink petals folded back on themselves.

I pushed the thick hunks of ass cheek forward. Her hips had to follow. Withdrawing till I was almost out I prepared for the real thrust. I threw my weight behind it… whiplashing my pelvis forward and crunching my stomach hard. I wanted to split this bitch in two. To shove everything I had into that tiny hole. Wanted to be one body.

I felt the vibration of skin sliding over veins. The rhythmic contractions of her inner cunt rings as they tried to adjust to this sudden thick intrusion. The plunge in had plugged most of her fluids deep inside and I felt them sloshing around my head. I was going to whip them into a creamy white froth.

Churning butter ,I mused to myself.

A ring of sticky clear liquid velvet escaped her gash opening and I could feel as it slowly ran down the sides of my shaft base .. pooling slightly before dripping onto my pendulous balls. Each thrust swung a long sticky drop free that parachuted to the ground.

A whimper, laced with pain and agony, escaped through her clenched teeth. Her eyes were shut tight into a squint. Pushing herself up on her hands she tried to twerk her pelvis down to lessen the depth I could thrust. I could see the wet puddle she had dribbled uncontrollably on the floor in front of her. Drooled saliva mixed with salty tears.

“It hurts !” Her voice sounded so sweet mixed with the pain and need. I felt my blood surge.

I stood up .. lifting her rear end with my cock still impaled like we were knotted . She couldn’t stand. Her legs had fallen asleep and were non responsive. The perfect meat wallet I could throw around.

One foot on the log for balance .. I now stood above her .. the angle had tilted her ass up moving her cheeks out my way. I sank my cock down .. trying my best to skewer her enter body onto me like a kebab. I could feel the confusion of blood at the base of my shaft already hard as cold rolled steel. There was no space.

She was now just a hole. My hole. My peripheral vision blurred out of focus as as I squeezed into her .. my weight forcing the rod into her until my damn hips stopped my cocks decent. I felt the smooth spongy curve of her cervix and tried to push my head into it.

“Aoooouuuwww” the gasp was loud. I was still unconvinced and rammed down hard again.

“Aaaaaaaow”

“Ooooww”

“Oooow”

“Aooohhh”

The words became sobbing gasps as her brain started to melt. Her head bobbled uncontrollably and dark streaks of dirt ,wet by her tears, zigzagged on her cheeks.

I pounded her cervix. I wanted in. Tenderizing it in preparation to be coated in coils of hot thick cum. I wanted her to feel my ropes slapping into it.

It started as a feint tingling .. shouting above the thumping heartbeat in my ears and the whack whack whack as my balls slapped against her clit, spanking it gingerly as her cunt began to throb and juice up. It pulled me, like a current. Growing slowly stronger, and faster as it surged towards the waterfall of oblivion.

She was panting hoarsely like a cross country thoroughbred. The skin on her back shimmered with sweat as she writhed between the shockwaves of each thumping thrust. Her hips were a little slippery and as I reached for a fistfull of ass cheek my hand slipped and I grabbed the base of her tail. Her body reacted like a Philly feeling a whip for the first time. I pulled her tail up, testing the give of her ballon knot. The plug sat encased, swiveling as I swished the tail from side to side. A long moan of desperation sounded through the crackle of the burning fire. I grabbed her tight and shifted her tail into first gear.

Her orgasm surprised me. A sudden implosion into silence as her whole body contracted, drawing even the night breeze into her.

Her cunt clamped down so hard I thought I might never remove it, just as her guts tried to push me out. She sprayed my thighs with violent jets of warm squirt. I focused on the wetness running down my body, even as her body started to shake and spasm wildly around my cock. Her arms wobbled with the effort of trying to push back. I helped by placing a foot on the back of her neck and pushing her face down slowly. Cheek to floor, gut wrenching little sobs threw up little puffs of dust as her body went limp.

I’d let her have that. She still held my shaft like a sleeve, warm and safe in a bath of body fluids. But I wasn’t done with her by a long shot yet.

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