#its either this shit or like. a shield slapped on a white t shirt

[sickfreaksirkay]

wyd if you see me at the club wearing the im gawain doing gawain things t shirt. would you ask me to be your third

[writerpeach]

Downpour

fromis_9 Jisun x Male Reader

8595 words

Categories: smut, mommy kink, oral

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Thirty-percent chance of precipitation today.

The loud squeak of windshield wipers working their hardest proved the contrary, trying to keep up with the furious rain pounding your car. Weather forecasts were always full of shit, you’d probably have a better chance winning the lottery than them correctly predicting the weather.

Another crack of lightning lit up the obscured road, being trailed by a deafening roar of thunder that made your heart race. You’d never seen the skies so dark, so gloomy, so angry as if Mother Nature was enacting revenge on some poor soul.

Guided only by taillights it became harder to see much of anything, keeping your distance in between impatient cars. The right choice was made as cars sped by, splashing your windows and ruining visibility further as if they had forgotten they were on oil-slicked streets and not the Daytona 500.

You still had a good thirty minutes left to your place, normally no less than a five-minute drive in usual circumstances as the harsh storm showed no signs of letting up.

More lightning struck in the distance as the rain continued punishing the highway, thunder roaring enough to vibrate the windows, demanding its presence be known

“Thirty percent my ass,” you mumbled to yourself, cursing the idea of men and women in suits fabricating lies and getting paid to do so. You just hoped it didn’t hail, you would be home soon safe and sound with a cup of hot tea in your hands snuggled under the blankets.

The thunder grew louder, and you felt you were tempting fate at this point by continuing on, but consequences be damned, you felt no need to pull out.

Right before you were about to make your exit off the freeway, a stranded car caught your eye pulled off to the side of the road. The hood popped, blinkers flashing and you could barely make out the outline of someone waving desperately for help to anyone to no avail.

Traffic was light in this part of town, especially at night. Maybe it was too dark, maybe people didn’t care or both. You couldn’t just pass by without offering assistance, pulling behind them and shutting the engine off.

You grabbed your umbrella out of the backseat, pulled the hood of your jacket up over your head as you stepped out of the car. You were immediately bombarded by cold rain as you opened your umbrella as a shield to deflect it, heading towards the troubled car.

“Need any help?” you asked, as you approached the stranger, umbrella in hand. The owner of said car was a young woman, wearing a thin jacket that did little to protect from the rain, and you couldn’t tell if she had tears on her cheeks naturally or from the rain.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for stopping!” she said, suppressing a sniffle as you were able to clearly see her face, the rain doing its damndest to cover her beautiful features up.

“I-I don’t know anything about cars, it just stopped working. I tried to call for help but my battery died. I just filled the tank this morning, I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much either. Let’s get you out of the rain and I’ll see if I can call a mechanic.”

“T-thank you!” the woman graciously said, keeping your umbrella hovering over her head, trying to keep her from getting even more soaked.

“You must be freezing, I have a blanket in the backseat of my car if you don’t mind sitting in it.”

“N-not at all, thank you!” she said, as you led the way, opening up one of the back doors to allow her passage as she carefully stepped inside, taking a seat next to the window. You closed the door as the shivering woman wrapped herself in the thick blanket you kept back there for emergencies, heading behind the steering wheel and caught your first serious glance of the beautiful woman in the rear-view mirror.

Doing a quick search on your phone it took three different shops before any picked up, the result being unsatisfying.

“Are you doing okay?” you asked, as you looked over your shoulder at the beautiful stranger, her expression much more jubilant in nature now.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for saving me.”

“It was no problem. They said it would be at least an hour before they can send a tow truck to come pick up your car. They’re all backed up. I’m sure other places will be the same.“

“That’s understandable,” she said with an audible sigh.

“Is there somewhere I can take you?” you asked, vicious thunder rudely interrupting the conversation.

“Maybe we should wait out the storm?” she suggested, tilting her head to the side as you could see her nervous expression, her lips quivering.

“That’s not a bad idea.”

The woman sitting in your backseat flashed an innocent warm smile for the first time as a sense of relief overcame her, releasing a deep breath as she relaxed into the seat.

“It’s really coming down still. Would you mind keeping me company back here?” she shyly asked, patting the seat next to her. The rain crashed against the roof harshly, droplets sounding like a golf ball being slammed against the protective roof.

“Sure thing,” you said, crawling over the center console towards the back seat, smacking your head on the ceiling as you took the middle seat next to her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, giggling cutely as you rubbed the top of your head, checking for any bumps but the only thing hurt was your dignity.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

You fumbled in the dark, turning on the dome light to shatter the darkness as you both flinched, regretful that you didn’t give a warning beforehand.

“Sounds like you’re having a bad day,” you said, stating the obvious.

“You could say that,” she shyly said, her charming voice light and airy as she tucked strands of light blonde hair behind her ears.

“Thank you again.”

“Of course.”

“I was so worried when my car broke down, I didn’t know what to do,” she said, her arms still discernibly shivering.

“You’re safe now. Are you still cold? I can turn the heater on.”

She shook her head politely. “I think I just need to take this wet jacket off,” she said, removing it from her body as you took it from her, placing it on the empty seat next to you.

“That’s better.”

When she was in the right position you caught a glimpse of cleavage, but you tried not to stare.

The attractive blonde had on a simple white top underneath with a thin gold necklace that resembled more of a bra than a shirt as she adjusted the straps. Her pretty shoulders were exposed and didn’t have on more than a pair of jean shorts. It wasn’t that surprising why she was a bit chilly.

“You know...I’ve heard that huddling together is a good way to keep warm.”

“Is it?” you asked, feigning ignorance as you admired the color in her pupils.

“It’s worth a shot,” she replied, making her way over to your side as she climbed your lap. She left the blanket on the seat and avoided making the same mistake you did, clearly losing the height advantage you made it easier.

Her legs wrapped around your waist as you could feel the body heat rising already as she got comfortable.

“Is it helping?” you asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” she coyly said, pressing her body closer against yours, her breasts pressing against your chest.

“I’m feeling pretty warm myself now,” you said, looking into her gaze. She had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, just one look made you liable to get lost in them.

“I wouldn’t want you to overheat now…” she said, abruptly grabbing on the collar of your shirt and gently tugging on it, pulling it up and over your head as you lifted your arms to assist her.

“What about now?”

“I think I’m feeling much better.”

“Good,” she replied.

“You’re so pretty.”

She blushed, her cheeks helping warm the rest of her body. “Thank you. I think we can still do better,” she said, searching for the dome light and turning it off, leaving the car cloaked in almost complete darkness. Only scattered lightning strikes assisted in lighting up her features.

“What's your name?” you asked. She hesitated for a moment placing a hand on your shoulder and began tracing your bare chest with her fingertip.

Without saying another word she traced random patterns, moving from your neck down your abdomen, her touch tantalizing your senses. She moved back up to your chest as she formed the letter “J”, picking her finger up as she proceeded to write her name on your bare skin.

“...I”

“...S”

“...U”, she traced one more letter as you put them all together, her fingernail digging into your chest just enough to not cause any pain.

“...N”

“Your name is Jisun?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

Her cheeks reddened again. ”Thank you. For everything. You’re really sweet.”

Jisun caught you by surprise, her small hands cupping your face as she leaned inward. The next fit of lighting struck perfectly, lighting up the back seat as her warm lips pressed up against yours, earning your first taste.

Her lips were impossibly soft, she tasted like a sweetened version of the rain, an addicting sample that you needed more of.

“Without you I’d still be stuck in the rain. Let me pay you back.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Jisun. You really don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want to. You’re my savior.”

You shook your head repeatedly. “I’m not, I would have done it for anybody.”

“I’m glad you did it for me then,” she said, kissing your lips again with more passion, more fire behind her gaze. “Let me do something for you. Anything, please?”

Her offer wasn’t necessary, but it would have been rude to refuse her generosity. You noticed at that moment you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her chest, even in the dim moonlight shining through.

“Can you take this top off?” you reluctantly asked, hoping you wouldn’t get a slap in the face in return.

“Of course. I meant anything,” she said without any delay, lifting her top up and over her head, flinging it behind her as it landed in the passenger seat. Her clothed breasts look so large and inviting, her skin soft and immaculate you just wanted to caress every inch of her.

Jisun didn’t waste time as your eyes roamed her body, dismounting your lap long enough to peel her jean shorts down her wide hips.

“Won’t need those anymore,” she smirked, leaving herself exposed in a cute set of white bra and panties. Her breasts were pushed up perfectly, and you didn’t know whether to stare at her surprisingly thick thighs or her bottomless cleavage.

“You have a really nice body, Jisun.”

Her charming eyes were intense and mesmerizing as she held her sweet gaze on you. “You can see more of it if you’d like.”

“Please,” you said, as soon as your syllable finished Jisun reached behind her back to unhook her bra, divesting it into the darkness as it landed on the rear dash, freeing her beautiful full breasts.

You grew speechless as you stared at Jisun’s newly exposed chest, her breasts such a perfect shape with beautiful cherry pink nipples, stiffening already either in part to the weather or her arousal, you didn’t care which.

“Can I touch you, Jisun?” you cautiously asked, instantly met with an approving nod.

“Please do.”

Not wasting a precious second you grabbed her hips, her skin warm to the touch and silky soft as you explored her body, touching her stomach and stopping just below her wonderful breasts, waiting for her blessing.

“Put your hands all over me,” she pleaded, the necessary invitation you craved as you cupped her warm breasts, delicious flesh in your fingertips as you felt the weight in your hands. Your pants tightened as you ran both thumbs over opposing pretty nipples.

Jisun moaned softly and closed her eyes for a second, trying to hide the desire in them.

“They’re sensitive,” she whined cutely, and you wanted to test that out as you pinched her nipples, rolling them between your fingers and sucked on the one closest to your mouth.

You felt Jisun’s hips buck as your lips latched on to the beautiful bud, applying firm pressure as you slurped gently on it, swirling your tongue around it and earning more beautiful moans that were drowned out by the still obnoxious thunderstorm.

Switching breasts you suckled them hungrily, devouring her tits and starving for more. Her wide eyes filled with pleasure as her nipples grew swollen and doused in saliva. You gave her sensitive tips a brief respite, licking in between her breasts, tasting the sweat that had formed which did little to quench your thirst as you kept your face buried in her cleavage.

You were content to stay there until the dawn broke, smothering yourself with her perfect breasts, but held back as you wanted to explore more of her body, kissing her collarbone and neck in several places, only to be met with more sensual moans.

More kisses, more places to touch, her deliciously soft skin being peppered with your lips, kissing wherever you could as you rested your hands on her back, keeping her small frame close to you.

You returned to her delicious lips, drinking in the intoxicating taste of Jisun as soft kisses grew more heated, hands wandering everywhere in the dark and desperate to touch naked flesh.

Jisun came up for air, gasping lightly as she angled her head into the crook of your neck, sucking on it with much fervor, living her lipstick stains on your flushed skin.

“I want you,” Jisun whispered seductively in your ear, nibbling on your lower earlobe while a hand found your crotch, cupping your bulge wantonly.

“I want you inside me,” she said, licking the side of your neck as her seductive gaze met yours, impossible to look away and you’d do anything she asked at that moment.

“I want you more,” you replied, kissing her breasts as she lifted herself off your lap just enough to slip her panties off, as you unbuttoned your pants, yanking them down to your ankles along with your boxers and you’ve never been so thankful to be freed of clothes.

Jisun took her place back on your naked lap, straddling you tightly as she grabbed your stiffening shaft, stroking you from base to tip slowly.

“Do you think anyone will see us?” she asked, running her slim fingers around your length with a delicate grip as you throbbed, another abrupt roar of thunder that startled you both as you caressed her cheek in reassurance.

“I wouldn’t care if they did,” you said, Jisun flashing a smile in agreement.

Jisun lined her inviting entrance with your shaft, carefully positioning herself and elevated her body. She took an audible deep breath as she pushed her hips down and sank down onto your cock, the tip penetrating her and sending a flood of pleasure as you both moaned together.

“F-fuck…”

Jisun leaned in as her hands wrapped around the nape of your neck, taking a second to adjust and began to take a ride on your stiff throbbing cock. One look in her sensual eyes heightened your arousal and her hips moved, stretching her out ever so gently.

The rain had finally calmed down, no longer causing alarm but now a calming presence, adding a beautiful soundtrack to what was happening in your steamy backseat. Jisun moved her naked body in a slow, precise rhythm, savoring every time your shaft left her pussy, anticipating the next stroke inside her.

Jisun was incredibly tight as was expected but not like this. Her pussy was so warm and wet, smothering your shaft as she impaled herself with half your length, taking in the pleasure one step at a time. With each ride she released a steady stream of erotic moans, her voice an orgasm in itself.

“You feel really good inside me,” she whispered in your ear, insisting on keeping her cute voice low as if she were your own personal sexual ASMR, every syllable of honey shooting tingles up your spine.

“Not as good as you feel around my cock,” you replied, placing your hands on her soft buttcheeks, squeezing the soft flesh she grew drunk with pleasure.

Jisun quickened her movements, taking more of you into her tight pussy as her wet lips gripped your cock tightly, demanding you stay inside her for as long as she wanted. She bounced her juicy ass on your crotch as your hands moved to the front of her torso, squeezing her breasts again as your shaft became covered in her slick juices.

“Suck my tits more,” she demanded, grabbing the back of your head and pressing her flawless breasts into your face, suffocating you with her delicious mounds. You stuck your tongue out and licked what warm skin you could, released from the confines of her flesh after several seconds as you took her sensitive nubs into your mouth, stimulating them endlessly with your lips and tongue.

“Just like that, fuck,” Jisun moaned, bouncing on your cock harder as you planted sloppy kisses on her breasts, palming and messily suckling on them as if Jisun’s voluptuous soft breasts were a top-notch meal and you had an insatiable appetite for them.

You did everything you could to Jisun’s tits, licking and slurping on her delicious nipples, teasing them with your tongue, biting them, devouring every inch of her breasts. She grew wetter with every movement, and you took a break from the buffet that was her chest, relaxing into the seat once more.

“How does that feel? Do you like when I ride your cock?” Jisun asked, keeping up the pace with every rock of her hips. Your arms spread wide and rested on the back dash as you watched her amazing breasts endlessly bouncing, unable to take your eyes anywhere else.

“It feels so good,” you said, your body feeling weightless, every sensation in your body being amplified as Jisun bounced and bounced with a limitless amount of energy. Her demeanor had changed tenfold since you met her, the stranded girl worried to no end now had lust-clouded eyes, full of wanton need and moaning easily into your ears.

“I want to make you cum. I want to keep riding your cock until you finish inside me.”

Jisun didn’t let you respond as she smothered your lips with her own, furiously bouncing on your cock as she grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on her breasts, helping you squeeze them as the loud smack of flesh against flesh filled the car.

“Play with my nipples. I’m so close, I want to cum on your cock.”

You did as instructed, wanting to fulfill any desires Jisun had as you pinched both of her hard nipples, tugging at them, teasing them with your fingertips, rolling them in between your fingers and doing anything to give her the stimulation she was desperate for.

“That’s it, please don’t stop. I’m going to cum on your cock so hard, oh god!”

Jisun’s tight dripping pussy clamped down hard around your cock, pulsating in random waves to validate her words. Her plump cheeks smacked against your lap, arms tightly wrapping around your neck as her breasts smashed against your chest, breathlessly moaning directly into your ears.

“Cum for me, Jisun.”

It wasn’t that she needed permission, but your beckoning words gave her an extra boost she needed, sending her over the edge. Her mouth agape as her head snapped back, toes curling and her breathing shallowed, holding on to your body as if she were going to collapse otherwise as her warm pussy pulsated rapidly as slick dripped out between her thighs.

Jisun’s half-lidded eyes grew heavy, closing them tightly for several moments as her intense climax washed over her like a hurricane, every ounce of pleasure hitting her all at once as she rode it out, gyrating her wide hips in slow lazy circles.

The fatigue set in as Jisun slowly opened her eyes, and as she came down from such an intense high you noticed the windows had fogged up considerably, only adding to the erotic atmosphere.

Jisun struggled to speak at first, still dealing with the aftermath of her climax as she took in several deep breaths, causing her chest to heave up and down which only aroused you even more.

“Your turn,” she said breathlessly, resting her head on your shoulder, catching her breath.

Jisun looked up at you, still in her post-orgasm haze and stared longingly into your eyes, sweetly whispering three words.

“Cum inside me.”

There was no better offer than that. Jisun did her best to move her hips, but you did the rest of the work, gripping her waist and thrusted frantically as sweat dripped down your brow.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, matching her slow and steady rhythm and driving yourself deep into her tight warm cunt.

“J-Jisun...I’m going to cum…” you moaned, the tightness in your core being impossible to ignore. She placed her hands on either side of your neck, her face a hair's breadth away as your impending orgasm grew closer and closer.

“It’s okay, fill me. Please, cum for me, give me everything.”

Just like before, her words were the trigger to your own climax, and with the last bit of thrusts you buried your shaft deep inside her heavenly pussy as you erupted. You grunted and groaned as your throbbing cock emptied into her, filling her to the brim with your thick, creamy load, her tight walls milking every drop out of you.

You fired everything you had into her body until your balls were drained, feeling just as breathless as Jisun did moments ago, gasping for air as she rested her pretty head on your warm chest.

Neither of you said a word for some time, communicating only in tired gasps and pants until you broke the silence.

“I think it stopped raining finally. Do you want me to try to call someone again?”

Jisun shook her head weakly. “It can wait until morning. The streets might be flooded, who knows how long it will take them.”

Her fingers ran through strands of your hair, playing with it lazily, “You can take me back home if you don’t mind. It’s not that far from here, I was on the way there before my car died.”

“Of course. Just tell me where to take you.”

“Let me get my things real quick,” Jisun said, almost forgetting that you still had your cock inside her.

“I guess I should get dressed first,” she giggled, as she dismounted herself from your shaft, her pussy leaking your hot load down her thighs.

“Fuck, you came a lot,” she said with a proud smirk as she slipped her top back on to cover herself up, not bothering with underwear as she pulled her jeans back up.

“I don’t exactly have anything to clean up with, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I like the way it feels dripping inside of me,” she said, cautiously exiting the car. You got dressed yourself and moved to the driver’s seat, taking note of how the rain was thankfully now barely a sprinkle.

Jisun grabbed her purse, turning her hazard lights off and locked the door, slamming her car hood shut as she entered the passenger seat of your car, pulling down the visor to look at herself in the mirror.

“I’ve never had sex in a car before,” Jisun said, putting her seatbelt on as the engine purred to life.

“Me neither. First time for everything I guess?”

“Definitely.”

“Where to?”

Jisun punched her address into your GPS, and you looked behind you as you carefully pulled back onto the highway.

Her place wasn’t that far off, closer to your apartment than was expected as you pulled into a driveway, lights flashing onto a door with the number 009.

“Here we are, safe and sound.”

“Thank you,” Jisun said, and you couldn’t help notice the way the seatbelt rested in between her large breasts, making them appear even bigger and more noticeable.

“...You’re coming inside, aren’t you?” Jisun said, resting her hand on your thigh. “I won’t murder you. I promise,” she added.

“Well in that case...” you said, Jisun giggled cutely. You both stepped out of the car at the same time, letting her lead the way.

“I have roommates, but they’re not going to be here until the morning. We have this whole place to ourselves,” she said, keying in the number to her electronic lock as it magically opened.

Her place was smaller than expected as you slipped your shoes off and placed them in the entryway, next to several different pairs in different colors.

“How many roommates do you have?”

“Just a couple. Most of those are mine,” she responded, placing her shoes next to the pile.

You took a step onto the wooden floor that led into the living room, Jisun gesturing to take a seat on the couch centered in the room, small and cream-colored with tufted upholstery. Lounging back in the seat you were greeted with a surprising amount of comfort, trying not to hit your leg on the wooden coffee table in front, coming up to about your knees.

Jisun briefly panicked, noticing a leftover container of ramen and a can of orange fanta were left on the table as she quickly scooped them up and disposed of them.

“Sorry, my roommates are a bit of a slob.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Would you like some tea?” she asked, heading towards the rather small kitchen that doubled as a laundry room.

“Sure, I’d love some.”

“What kind would you like?”

“There’s more than one kind?”

Jisun chuckled as she opened a cupboard that she was barely able to reach filled with different colored boxes.

“Let’s see, we have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle and... earl grey.“

“...I think you made some of those up,” you said, cocking your head to the side.

“How about raspberry?”

“Raspberry sounds great.”

Jisun grabbed a red box out of the cupboard, shutting the door and grabbed two black mugs, placing them on the counter as she poured water in an electric kettle.

“Shouldn’t take too long,” she said, settling down on the couch next to you and crossing her legs. You couldn’t help but notice that without the security of a bra her nipples were poking through her top, not that it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen moments ago, but it did spark a fire in your loins.

“Are you hungry? I can whip something up real quick, I’m a really good cook.”

“I wish I was. I had a big dinner before the drive home.”

“Oh, okay,” Jisun said, disappointed. “I hope it was delicious.”

“It was, but you taste better,” you smugly said.

Jisun couldn’t help but laugh at your cheesy compliment, as there was an awkward moment of silence for two people who just had sex in a backseat.

“So, Jisun…” you said, struggling to come up with anything to say to break the tension. “This is a nice place.”

“Thank you. It’s small but cozy, and the rent is really cheap. There’s three of us here so I can afford to just work part-time right now.”

“What do you do if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all. I’m a…” Jisun hesitated for a second, shyly smiling.

“I’m an erotic model.”

Jisun tried to hold back a giggle, failing miserably as she covered her mouth with her palm.

“Oh really?” you said. “So I’m not the only person who has seen you naked?”

“Sorry to break it to you. It’s not always nude though, sometimes it's lingerie or swimsuits, but I definitely don’t have my clothes on for most of the shoots.”

“You certainly have the body for it.”

Jisun blushed. “My roommate got me the job, she does the same thing. I wasn’t so sure about it at first, but then I realized then that my large breasts could work to my advantage, and it pays really well.”

Your thoughts raced of Jisun in various nude poses, baring herself for the world to see. It was at that moment that a loud beep came from the kitchen, signaling that tea was ready to be made.

“Be right back,” she said, heading to the kitchen to prepare the tea and came back right away.

“So, what about you?” Jisun asked as she sat back down.

“I’m a photographer. I haven’t been lucky enough to shoot erotic models though,” you said.

“How fun. Maybe someday you can take nude pictures of me.”

You could only dream of such a thing.

Another beep as Jisun excused herself, returning with two mugs of freshly brewed raspberry tea, handing you one, the delicious room flooding the room before you had your first sip.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

True to her word it was, but no less delicious, the aroma wafting and hitting your nostrils as you tasted it.

“Do you like being a model?”

“I love it,” she said without hesitation. “I love my body, I’m confident enough to stand in front of a mirror naked and be proud of what I see. I get to show the world that, have fun, and get paid to do it.”

“I’d love to see your work.”

“I’ve got some copies around here somewhere,” she said, bringing her mug to her lips and taking a loud sip.

“But I’ve got a better idea. I’ll be right back.”

Jisun headed out of the living room, bare feet walking up the black spiral staircase that led up to an unexplored area. You were left in silence, sipping on piping hot tea that warmed your throat as you waited for her return.

Not long after, Jisun came back into frame, standing at the top of the staircase in a very sheer black robe, loosely tightened that did little if anything to cover up her voluptuous body. She took slow purposeful steps down the staircase, her slender legs exposed through a slit in the robe as she took her time in making her way back down.

When her feet stepped off the last step she straightened her back, placing her hands on her hips and presented herself. You could see her breasts desperate to be freed once more, sporting more deadly cleavage as her small tight body was the perfect package of sexy and cuteness.

“Wow,” you said, your mind going blank as you were at a loss for words, putting your mug down on the coffee table.

“What do you think? This is what I wore for my last shoot,” she shyly said as she spun around, letting you see the glimpse of her bountiful backside.

“I think I need to see more,” you said, smirking as you tried not to salivate over her yummy body.

Jisun beamed in response, loosening the belt on her robe and letting it fall off her shoulders as it fell to the ground. She took a few steps towards you, letting you feast your eyes on the lacy pastel pink lingerie she had changed into, displaying all her delicious curves for you.

“You look so sexy, Jisun,” you said, as she sat back down on your lap, and you couldn’t take your gaze off her for a second, wrapping your hands around her waist.

“I really need to thank you again,” she warmly said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Jisun stalled her words before continuing, placing her steaming mug next to your own.

“You took such good care of me,” Jisun said, initiating the kiss once more and pressing herself against you until both of your bodies were flat on the couch, your feet almost hanging off the edge.

“Hurry up and take this off,” she requested, pulling on your shirt, and you rushed to lift it off your body, tossing it on the ground. Jisun planted her soft lips down your body, starting with your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and your abdomen as she began unzipping your pants.

“I didn’t get a chance to suck your cock in the car,” she said, dragging your pants and underwear down to your ankles, resting a hand on your thigh as she pumped your shaft slowly.

“Mommy wants to take care of you now,” she said, staring into your eyes as she gave smooth delicate strokes from base to tip, working every inch of your throbbing shaft.

“Mommy?” you repeated.

“You’ll call me that won’t you, baby? It’ll really turn me on.”

“Of course, mommy,” you said, not hesitating for a second. Jisun’s eyes brightened and her heart skipped a beat as she laid down flat on her stomach, spreading your legs wide and rubbed your thighs.

Jisun puckered her lips and kissed the very tip of your cockhead, swirling her tongue around it, swiping against your leaking slit.

“Mommy...wants...to...pay...you...back,” she said, planting a wet kiss on your shaft after every word, smacking her lips against your flesh, leaving her wet mouth everywhere.

“You’re going to feel so good after I’m done with you, baby.”

Jisun gave your balls a tender squeeze, licking your shaft from base to tip, long delicate strokes of her tongue painting your cock as she explored every inch.

“Mommy can’t wait to make you cum again.”

The frantic licks around your shaft lowered, Jisun licking up and down your balls as she kissed her way back up, making sure not an inch of your shaft was left without feeling her soft lips.

Jisun knew you were more than ready, eager lips sliding alongside both sides of your needy shaft, running her tongue all over. When she reached your swollen head her soft lips wrapped around your shaft, sucking your tip gently as her cheeks hollowed, causing a gasp to leave your mouth.

She focused all of her attention on pleasuring you, moving just past your tip as it disappeared into her warm mouth, sucking on your shaft at her own deliberate pace.

“Fuck, mommy,” you said as Jisun began to bob her head up and down, lips sliding down halfway to your base and coming back up as her wet tongue played with the underside of your throbbing shaft.

Jisun’s dreamy eyes were etched onto yours, lifting her feet up into the air as she fondled your balls, gently massaging them as her mouth went as deep as she could, swallowing up every inch.

“That feels so good, mommy,” you moaned, feeling your shaft being coated in her warm saliva, as her slow pace continued, demonstrating she was no slouch when it came to her oral skills.

“I can tell. Mommy loves hearing you moan.”

Jisun took her sweet time, building you up slowly as you experienced a paroxysm of intense pleasure. Her warm wet mouth surrounded your throbbing needy shaft as she sucked every inch from base to tip, gently sliding up, and moving back down in smooth, carefully timed strokes.

You felt so many sensations throughout your body, unable to focus on any individual one as you stared up at the high ceiling for a moment, taking your eyes away from the oral assault between your thighs.

Your ears were filled with the wet sounds of Jisun slurping on your shaft, her tongue swirling around as her hands were kept busy, one hand resting on your thigh as her nails gently scratched your skin while the other caressed and played with your balls, making sure you were feeling as good as possible.

“M-mommy…” you whined, returning your focus to Jisun intensely pleasuring you, regretting looking back down at your crotch as it was quickly becoming too much to take.

Jisun didn’t back down, her delicious soft lips sliding down your length effortlessly, keeping those sparkling eyes on you and driving you absolutely insane, sucking off every inch of hard flesh as she caused endless moans from your mouth.

Your gasps and moans were music to Jisun’s ears as she parked her mouth at the end of your base for several seconds, tongue swirling in random patterns and you’re not sure how you didn’t immediately explode then and there.

She withdrew slowly but not without a few additional slurps, stroking your shaft gingerly as sat back up to her knees, positioning herself on the inside of your spread legs.

“You like mommy’s big tits, don’t you?” she asked, not that she didn’t already know the answer as she adjusted her lacy bra, making her breasts bounce.

“I love them, mommy.”

“Good,” she replied, taking your wet hard cock and sliding it under the fabric of her bra, trapped it between her soft pillowy breasts, causing your breath to get caught in your throat as you moaned loudly.

“H-holy fuck, mommy.”

Jisun didn’t say a word as her lips curled, spitting in between her cleavage repeatedly as she used her breasts to give devastating pleasure, grinding her chest against your shaft and causing friction.

Your shaft was being squeezed tightly by warm flesh as Jisun took you between her beautiful tits, just the sight of it overwhelming your senses. Her breasts felt so good as your shaft was sliding in and out of her delicious cleavage, aiding in lubrication by her saliva to keep the friction smooth as could be.

Jisun grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tighter, wrapping the delicate mounds of flesh around every inch of your throbbing shaft as you could only lie against the couch helpless, watching your shaft disappearing in the warm soft cavern of her amazing breasts.

“M-mommy I can’t take much more,” you cried out, feeling powerless to do anything but give in to her.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy doesn’t want you to hold back, fuck these big tits until you explode. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

JIsun gave a bright expression on her features as your shaft was bombarded by so many sensations, warm suffocating flesh squeezing and massaging as you were thrusted into her cleavage, unable to escape her delicious large mounds as that aching feeling in your core snuck up again.

“M-mommy, I’m gonna cum!” you breathlessly said, Jisun’s bouncing breasts doing everything they could to send you over the edge.

“Cum for mommy.”

You couldn’t take anymore, with just a handful more pumps in between her large breasts you exploded, throbbing inside her cleavage and sent spurts of thick cum everywhere, landing on her delicious breasts and collarbone as you painted her body as she looked down proudly at you.

You felt your senses being attacked all at once as Jisun’s soft tits milked your cock, squeezing out every drop as your thick semen stained her skin, making sure you were granted as much pleasure as could take.

Your orgasm continued for several moments as Jisun freed your cock from her pillowy confines and stroked it, causing an uncontrollable twitch as she stroked it gently.

“You made such a mess all over mommy,” she said, rubbing your cum into her skin as it glistened, running a thumb against the sensitive underside of your cock as your whole body shook.

You caught your breath as you were able to come back down from your high still feeling the effects of your intense orgasm lingering through your body.

“You’re still hard, baby,” Jisun said, carefully working her fingers around your sensitive shaft.

“It’s because you turn me on so much, mommy.”

Jisun shyly smiled. “Good, that just means I get to drain your balls one more time. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Jisun lifted herself off your body, helping you off the couch as she took you by the hand and led you up the dark spiral stairs into a nearby room that was unoccupied.

Her bedroom was cute and small, not unlike Jisun herself. Capturing the room’s focal point was a comfortable looking large bed, dark purple sheets with matching purple walls and light pink curtains that were drawn open, letting the moonlight in.

You didn’t have much time to admire the rest of the room as Jisun led you by your cock to the bed, and quicker than a hiccup she had unhooked her bra and slipped her panties off, lifting herself onto her mattress.

She scooted back onto the pillows, spreading her legs wide and letting you see the delicious pink flesh waiting for you as she flashed the most inviting eyes as she made a come-hither motion with her finger.

“Mommy wants to feel you inside again. Come fuck me.”

You never liked to keep a woman waiting, scurrying onto the bed between her spread legs, knees pressed firmly into her mattress. Gripping your shaft strongly you didn’t dawdle as you lined yourself up with Jisun’s heat, taking note of how wet her pink pussy had gotten as you slipped a finger inside her for just a second.

“Mommy is so wet,” you said, sucking the delicious juices off your finger.

“You should do something about that then, shouldn’t you, baby?”

You answered by pressing the swollen tip of your shaft inside her warmth, followed by the rest of you as Jisun was filled with hard flesh again, not having the patience to tease her.

Her beautiful moans filled the air, the slick lips of her tight cunt desperately clung to your shaft as you quickly formed a rhythm, gazing down at her body as her eyes were needy and thirsty for more.

You planned to do just that, grabbing her wonderful thighs and wrapping your arms around them as you bottomed her out with every thrust.

“Just like that, baby. Mommy likes it deep.”

Jisun lifted her arms up over her head, resting them onto her stack of pillows and letting you see an even better view of her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The pleasure was intense as your hips moved faster, Jisun’s delicious juices lubricating every inch of your hard shaft as you slid in and out of her warm hole with ease, feeling breathless as you fucked the cute busty woman.

“You fuck mommy so well, you like my pussy that much?” Jisun asked as you felt the need to increase your speed even more, endlessly thrusting balls deep in her tight petite frame.

“Y-yes, mommy, so fucking much...”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Keep fucking mommy just like this.”

Jisun’s honey voice instructing you just what to do escalated your arousal levels, putting you into an orgasmic trance as you kept her filled to the hilt, savoring the incredible warmth and wetness that never left your shaft.

“You feel so good, mommy,” you moaned, every inch of your sensitive shaft being squeezed by hot dripping flesh as you kept the fluid movements going, fucking Jisun’s tight perfect body as you began to feel the sweat misting on her flushed skin.

“Harder, baby. Can you make me cum again?” Jisun asked, biting her lip as you immediately gave in to her wishes, pistoning your hips in a way that made them smack against her luscious thighs, causing them to ripple.

“Of course, mommy.”

Your hands swapped from her thighs to her delicious waist, gripping her warm skin as you looked into her gorgeous features, increasing your pace even more and driving your shaft inside her from tip to base, loving the erotic stream of moans that escaped her sultry lips.

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing such a good job. Don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she said, squeezing her breasts as she pinched her nipples and it seemed the additional stimulation was her favorite way to climax.

“Cum for me, mommy, please cum for me,” you pleaded, watching the wonderful lustful expression on her face. It didn’t take much longer, every thrust inside her warm pussy causing her walls to pulsate harshly and in no time flat you had made her reach her peak again.

“Mommy’s gonna cum!” Jisun cried out, her back arching off the bed as she gripped the sheets with one hand, playing with her sensitive nipples with the other. Her toes curled into the mattress as she screamed with pleasure, soaking your shaft and the sheets underneath as she came even harder than her first orgasm in the car, the intensity running through her body as she struggled to see straight.

You kept the motions going through every last second of her strong orgasm, feeling her shaking in your arms as you didn’t stop fucking her for a second, dangerously close to following behind her.

“F-fuck, baby,” Jisun gasped out, eyes glazed over as she was able to regain her senses.

“You made mommy feel so good,” she said, struggling to breathe properly as her eyes closed for a moment, feeling lost in euphoria as she came down gracefully.

Her walls had squeezed your shaft so tightly, as if they were trying to steal your load early from your shaft as her thighs trembled in time with the aftershocks of her body. Your pace had lowered during Jisun’s climax, but you were ready to kick it back in full speed, giving the deepest strokes you could handle.

“Are you going to cum for mommy again? I can feel you throbbing so much.”

“Y-yes, mommy,” you said, feeling light-headed as your hands roamed bare skin, leaning forward to capture her plentiful breasts in your palms.

“Cum inside mommy. I don’t want it anywhere else,” she demanded, as your hips increased the range of motion, thrusting wantonly inside her dripping hot cunt, chasing your climax.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me, fill me with another thick load. Please, baby, cum for mommy.”

Jisun’s thick thighs wrapped around your waist, letting you know that pulling out was not an option, not that you ever would have done so otherwise. Your thrusts sped up with more frequency, moving as fast and deep inside her warm inviting pussy as possible.

Your face was close enough to hers for your noses to touch, and you gave one her more chaste kiss as you felt that aching in your core that crept up on you, staring into each other's eyes and trying to extend your pleasure for as long as possible.

“Mommy, I’m cumming!” you cried out, as Jisun squeezed her thighs around your body tighter, making sure you were going to give her every drop.

You couldn’t even count the number of thrusts it took before you erupted, throbbing wildly into Jisun as you began filling her up, sending your warm cum into the depths of her pretty pussy, her soft walls seizing every spurt out of your shaft.

It was your third orgasm of the night and yet was the strongest one, each shot of cum deposited in Jisun accompanied desperate moans as you emptied your balls inside her, trying to fuck your creamy load as deep as it would go.

“You feel so warm, you came so much for mommy,” Jisun said, caressing the side of your face, her tired eyes still locked onto you.”

She still had her legs locked tight around you, refusing to let go and you were just as eager to stay in this position forever, your shaft drowning in the combined juices of each other.

Jisun made sure your balls were drained inside her fully before she loosened the grip of her, causing your twitching shaft to depart from her pussy. She lifted her legs and pressed them together to give you the most optimum view as your load leaked out of her pussy, dripping out little by little as she played with her creamy splayed lips.

Still trying to catch her breath Jisun pressed two fingers into her semen-soaked pussy, into the deepest part as she collected the mess you left inside her, bringing it to her lips and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good, baby,” she said, gesturing you to come over as you collapsed onto her sweaty body, using her breasts as the perfect pillow.

You rested on her body for several moments in silence, neither of you saying a word as you were able to feel her chest heaving, equally exhausted.

“Do you want to shower with me before we go for round three?”

“R-round three? I can barely move-”

“Jisun-unnie! We’re back home, we brought back chicken!”

“Shit!” Jisun muttered under her breath, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights as she found herself in a state of panic.

“They came home early?”

“Seems so, they certainly picked the worst time. I’ve never brought anybody home before.”

“Well...maybe we should take that shower now,” you suggested, as Jisun bowed her head in agreement.

“Good idea, it’s down the hall. Come on.”

The two of you scrambled down the hallway, entering a door on the left just in time as Jisun locked it tightly. She managed to turn the water on just in time as two women could be heard climbing up the staircase, stepping onto the second floor.

“Jisun-unnie?” one called out, curiously looking around the second floor. The lights in Jisun’s room were still on, clothes scattered around the floor that left a trail of evidence.

“Unnie should really learn to put up her clothes,” one of the women said, picking up one of the discarded garments and inspecting it.

“This isn’t her shirt.”

“I don’t think she wears boxers either,” the other woman said as she furrowed her brow.

The two women exchanged confused glances that turned into surprise, putting together the pieces one by one.

“She also never showers at night,” one woman said as they looked around the room.

“I didn’t see her car in the driveway when we pulled in...”

It didn’t take a detective to figure out what was going on, exchanging playful smirks on their faces.

“We should probably leave them alone…”

“But I wanna know who got in unnie’s pants!” one of them whined, a little too loud for comfort that could be heard through the shower. You and Jisun nervously stared at each other under the hot water, trying not to say a word.

“It’s not polite to be nosy, let’s give them some privacy.”

The two women headed back down the stairway, making their way down into the kitchen

“I think they went back downstairs,” you said, staring at Jisun’s soaped-up naked body.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but I don’t hear them talking anymore. Your walls are really thin.”

“Tell me about it. I had to buy a quieter vibrator, learned that the hard way,” Jisun said, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“But now that we’ve gotten a little privacy…how about you fuck me against this wall? Think you can go again?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?”

Jisun smirked devilishly, spinning carefully on her heels as she took up position behind the nearest glass pane.

“Don’t keep mommy waiting.”

[foxxygold-blog]

South Park High School Jokester

This chapter is much longer because I published it as smaller chapters but figured I’d compile them together since they took place on the same day.

                                                       Chapter ~ 3

               You were quietly staring at the roof of your bedroom, taking notice of the disgusting popcorn covering it that you would have to deal with later. Popcorn ceiling was disgusting; popcorn belonged only as food in your stomach, not a decorative style on your roof. The day before, Kyle, Stan and the other two had convinced you to be part of a plan that involved getting them invited into this party that goes down tonight. However, as a deal with Token, you promised to run errands and help him set up for the party for letting the four come back in. You groaned, casting your arm over your eyes to shield them from the sun coming in through your window before shifting your arm up to check the time on your phone. He said to be there at either two or three, so being over that two-thirty would be the perfect in-between. Sitting up and tossing your legs over the bed, you hit a couple of boxes that were still filled with crap you refused to unpack because you could not care less. Standing up, you looked over at your dresser mirror and stared at yourself.

               You were wearing a sweatshirt and some PJs with your favorite cartoon characters on them. However, under your sweatshirt, there was nothing. On the inside, it was soft and fluffy because of the cotton covering and it was comforting. Deciding that, what’s the worst that could happen, you only changed out of your parents, changing undergarments and then sliding on a pair of jeans before sliding on some sneakers before making sure you had on your favorite warm socks on. Grabbing your phone and yanking it free of its charger, you opened your door to head out before stopping in front of the hallway mirror and adjusting your hair. On your way down the stairs, your mother looked up at you and smiled.

               “Have a good day sweetheart, when you go out tonight do nothing I wouldn’t, okay?” You gave a small laugh before tucking your phone into your back pocket and turning to face her as you stood at the front door with it open.

               “I promise mom, I’m sure the more mature of my new gaggle of friends will watch out for me, but I gotta go out and illegally buy alcohol or something,” you called. You quickly shut the door and ran off before your mother could yell at you about breaking the law. You cackled to yourself as you quickly jogged down the road and then around the corner, checking over your shoulder to make sure she wasn’t there before sighing. You stuffed your hands into your sweatshirt pocket and tried to warm up your hands as you heard the crunching of the snow beneath your feet. Maybe you should have put a shirt on underneath and an extra coat on top. Deciding you didn’t need a verbal lashing from your mother, you suffered through the cold as you walked and tried remembering the path to Tokens house. Luckily, a knight in shining armor rode in on his steed beside you. If your knight in shining armor was Wendy and her steed was a shiny white Sedan.

               “Not that I don’t trust you, but you haven’t exactly been here a week, I would rather drive you to where you’re going than you get lost and frostbitten. Hop in,” she nodded her head to the back of her car. You could cry in happiness as you opened the back door and climbed in, Heidi from the day before was sitting in the shotgun seat and a red-haired girl was sitting in the seat directly next to you. After climbing in and buckling up, you turned to the red-haired girl and smiled.

               “Name’s (y/n), nice to meet you,” you dragged on waiting for an answer.

               “Red,” she smiled.

               “How, simple and convenient,” you laughed.

               “So, (y/n) where were you heading so I can drop you off,” Wendy asked.

               “Oh, over to that guy Tokens place. I managed a deal with him, I’m gonna help him set up tonight’s party in exchange for him letting them in. I also promised to pay for anything they break which I very much regret and hope that if they break anything it’s cheap but. Damn, that fucking rich kid, there probably isn’t anything cheap in that house that WON’T cost me my life,” you sulked. Wendy and the other girls giggled and laughed as you spoke. You sighed softly, watching the houses fly by before humming.

               “School starts tomorrow, there’s a big majority of us going to have hangovers isn’t there? On the first day of school on our second semester; I can tell this last year and a half of high school will be absolutely fantastic,” you murmured sarcastically. That earned another round of laughter from the group in the car before things sat in comfortable silence.

               As Wendy pulled up to Tokens house, she slowed the car to a careful stop before telling you it was all right to get out. Unbuckling your seat belt and stepping out of the car, you made sure you had your phone in your pocket before shutting the door and waving her off as a thank you for the dropping you off. You turned back to the house and felt a cold gust fly by causing you to shiver. You really wish you had a shirt on now underneath this sweatshirt to help layer and warm your body. You rushed over to where the little speaker was and pushed the doorbell button, shivering and bouncing on one foot, then the other, continuing to move to help generate heat. Soon enough there was a small voice on the end of the speaker, unsure if it was Token.

               “Hello, who is it?”

               “It’s the pizza delivery man. Come on, it’s your slave for the day now hurry up and let me in I’m freezing,” you cried after pushing the little speak button.

               Suddenly there was more chatter on the speaker, multiple voices questioning and calling ‘you got us a sex slave’ causing you to worry and panic. You weren’t down to do anything dirty with anybody, not after some dinner dates and a meeting of parents. Soon enough there was laughter and multiple shouts of ‘no’s’ coming from the other side before someone else spoke up.

               “New kid who I made a deal with right?”

               “No, I’m the fucking Easter bunny slut coming to eat you unborn young. Yes, it’s me dip shit, I’M COLD LET ME IN PLEASE!” You yelled into the planted microphone. Soon enough a loud beep could be heard from the gates right beside you and you were quick to slip past and rush in before the gates could finish opening all the way. You ran up to the front door and kindly knocked on it, not wanting to intrude and barge in no matter how freezing your ass was.

               Before the boy who answered the door could move out of the way, you muttered a thank you and slipped into the warm comfort of heated air conditioning and sat down on the floor, shoving your hands under your butt and breathing a sigh of relief. A young black man laughed softly before walking up to you and holding his hand out.

               “I’m Token, thanks for deciding to come to help me and my gang out with party errands for the day,” he smiled. You looked him up and down, appreciating how good looking the guy was. Then again, most of the guys you’d run into were good looking for almost adults. You reached one hand from under your butt and grabbed his as he helped you up from your spot on the floor.

               “Well, it’s not like I got a choice, I made a deal with the devil and had to give up my instrument,” you shrugged.

               “Well, the first guy who answered, who had no RIGHT,” Token yelled as he turned to the kitchen, “is a guy named Clyde. Let me introduce you to the rest of my group is significantly better than the fat ass and the rest.”

               Token walked you over and into the kitchen where a group of boys was. You hummed, feeling a little nervous and the sudden heat of the house getting to you. If only you could have that shirt now. You did your best to shrug it off for the time being.

               “Brunette is Clyde; he’s a ladies’ man, but, kind of a classier Kenny in a way? The one who first answered and asked if you were a sex slave.”

               “How was I supposed to know they were a legit slave about to help us with our work,” Clyde hummed.

               “Anyway, Blue hat over there is Craig; Blondie next to him is Tweek. Tweek also works at his family’s coffee shop so you’ll probably run into him there.”

               The boy in blue simple gave you the bird which didn’t really bother you. You quietly watched him, waiting to put his hand down. When he didn’t, you formed an ‘o’ shape with your thumb and pointer and placing it on top of his finger, the cliché sexual innuendo. Craig couldn’t help but forced himself to hide a chuckle while slapping your hand away from his. The blonde beside him twitched and yelled, causing you to grow concerned for his health.

               “The other brunette is our good friend Jimmy,” Token pointed to the man in crutches. You took in a deep breath before speaking to Jimmy.

               “Sorry if I’m being a dick my guy, but what do you prefer to be called and do you mind the word retarded?” You looked at him worried. Jimmy looked at you surprised by your question before managing a smile.

               “I p-p-prefer h-handicapped. I also don’t m-m-m-mind the use of t-the word r-retarded,” he said. You sighed in relief and gave a quick wipe of your brow, overheating in the house.

               “Awesome, I wanted to make sure you weren’t a pussy. Now with that out of the way, my name is (y/n) and it’s nice to meet all you guys. Long story short, I made a deal and I’m now your slave for setting up the party. No sexual favors included,” you pointed to Clyde who just looked embarrassed as you teased him. Token quickly forced everyone out of the kitchen and into the living room and everyone sat on the couch, Tweek and Craig sat on one side, Craig’s arm around Tweeks shoulder, with Clyde on the end, leaving Jimmy to stand which he seemed to prefer and you to sit on the arm beside Clyde.

               “All right, first, I’m not a drug person. I try, EVERY TIME to keep drugs out of my house cause the last thing I need is to be of a minority with drugs in a predominately white neighborhood. So, I will leave that up to you (y/n) to make sure Stan and his group don’t bring in any drugs! That also includes the girls; they’re very pleased and easy to hang out with you. If they invite you to dress up with them, do it,” Token pointed at you.

               “Got it sir,” you saluted.

               “First thing we will go get is alcohol, now, if Clyde’s fake ID fails, we’re fucked. Music, I’ve already got covered. Decorations, minimal, I’ll leave the decorating part up to you (y/n) when we get back because you appear like the artsy kind.”

               “I feel like it should offend me but thank you, anyway.”

               “All right, if anything gets broken report it. If you see the culprit, let me know. I will not make you pay for any damages we cannot for certain pin on Stan’s group.”

               “Oh, thank god.”

               “I’m not a monster, come on now,” Token laughed, “With that said, let’s go get the alcohol first, and then to the supermarket to get snacks and normal drinks for mixers, and then small colorful decorations, cause, not going to lie, my parents make this place look boring as hell.”

               “I’ve been saying that for years,” Clyde groaned.

               Token reached for his car keys before shrugging on his jacket, all the other boys doing the same. You took a quick glance at yourself in the mirror to find your hair slightly messed up from having to run from the house after telling your mother about your illegal activities. You huffed in annoyance; couldn’t the girls have told you to fix this? Quickly adjusting your hair one more time, you then turned and happily followed everyone out of the big house, Token locking the door behind you before climbing into the driver’s seat of the car.

               “GUN,” you suddenly shrieked. You bolted over for the shotgun door only for Jimmy to have beaten you to it. All the others had dropped to the floor or were hiding in some makeshift bushes.

               “N-n-not going to pull a f-f-f-fast one on me,” he chuckled. You groaned, climbing into the back seat of Tokens expensive looking station wagon. There was no way this thing didn’t cost a fortune. The rest of the boys, annoyed by your antics, followed suit of getting into the car. You buckled up quietly and shifted into awkward quiet mode. Car rides always seemed more enjoyable when you kept quiet or did your own thing. Sometimes, just having a conversation took so much energy out of you. As the gentle hum of the car put you to sleep, you were unaware of the number of people staring down at your curled up figure against the door.

               “(Y/n) wake up, we’re here,” you were slowly jostled awake by Clyde who had opened your door to crouch down and wake you up. The nap probably wasn’t over five minutes, but it was a nice five-minute nap. You looked down at Clyde tiredly, barely registering his features, he gave a coy smile.

               “Don’t go falling for me already (y/n) we just met,” he teased. You gave an ugly laugh, shoving him away as you rubbed your eyes and sat up before unbuckling your belt.

               “Now we wait to see if Clyde gets his ass handed to him when he tries to go in there,” Token said. Clyde smirked, giving a toss of some long hair that was nonexistent before pulling out his fake ID and claiming ‘watch this’ before making his way up to the store.

               You hummed, quietly looking around before seeing a group of teens at the back corner of the alcohol store. Too curious for your own good, you gave a small hum and suddenly slipped out of the car, the leftover boys questioning where you were going while you waved your hand in ignorance. As you walked up to what you soon learned was a group of four, you could smell the stench of tobacco burn your lungs.

               “Oh Jesus fuck,” you coughed, waving your hand around trying to breathe fresh air.

               “Oh look, it’s a conformist,” one of them muttered. You continued to cough and gag as you moved around the smoke to breathe and look at them at the same time.

               “Oh wow, a group of Goth’s,” you muttered. One boy looked up at you confused with a cock of his brow in confusion.

               “You can tell we’re Goth’s? Most conformists call us emo’s,” one scowled.

               “I mean, I had an emo friend at my old school, and to be honest, I like the Goth’s a lot more than the emo’s,” you smiled.

               “That’s cool, right,” the youngest one of the group asked.

               “Listen conformist,” the oldest one spoke up, standing on his feet and grabbing his cane, “why don’t you leave us alone and go back to listening to your Justin Timberlake and Taylor Swift?”

               “Well first off, don’t like either of those two, I would rather swallow razor blades,” You hummed.

               “Deep.”

               “Second off, I’m here waiting for a friend of mine to see if he scored, or he got us fucked for tonight.” Right after that, the sound of the liquor store bell went off with the owner yelling at Clyde and his fake ID.

               “That would be him getting us fucked,” you sighed. Suddenly a bright idea formed in your head and you turned to the tall Goth with a hum.

               “My name is (y/n) the new kid, in my junior year as we speak.”

               “I’m Michael a senior this year, the girl is Henrietta, youngest is Firkle, and then red splotch is Pete,” he pointed at each one.

               “Cool, listen, as much of a conformist bitch as I am, I’ll do you one a solid. You want me to leave you alone, and my friends and I need alcohol for tonight’s party or else the shit will be lame. Care to buy us some? I mean, I know you’re a senior, probably 19 at the oldest, but you look older, I’ll even pay for the alcohol, I just need you to go in there and do the transaction for me.” Michael gave a sigh, pulling the cigarette from his lips looking annoyed before giving in.

               “Fine, but only because free alcohol at that party with a bunch of minors is, pretty un-conformist,” he muttered.

               “Awesome, gimme one sec to get the money.” You easily walked over to the car where Clyde was crying like a baby for his ID having been found out. You walked up to Clyde and patted his back sympathetically before suddenly holding out your hand.

               “Fork over the cash,” you demanded. Clyde sniffled before glaring slightly.

               “Is this some kind of stick up without the gun? Because I don’t appreciate this,” he muttered. You rolled your eyes in annoyance.

               “Yes, I’m robbing you with no weapon, no you dip shit. I’ve convinced some Senior named Michael to buy us the alcohol, gimme the cash so he can pay for it and bring it back to us shit wad,” you snapped. Token and Jimmy shared a high five in the car as Clyde reluctantly handed the money over to you. You got a list of all the alcohol Token wanted specifically before heading back over to Michael, repeating the list and holding out the money.

               Token moved his car carefully around the back of the place so he could hand it over without either of them getting into too much trouble. It felt too much like a weird crack deal, so after all conversation was finished; you hid in the back of the car, finding comfort beside Tweek and Craig. Tweek kept twitching beside you and yelping in nervousness.

               “W-We’re going to get found out—GAH!” His sudden yell caused you to jump in your seat and slam your head into the top of the roof. Craig didn’t seem to care as he focused in on Tweek.

               “Honey, it’ll be all right. The owner will get in trouble once it’s found out he didn’t ID that Goth kid,” Craig said. After Michael came back and dropped the bags of liquor off into Clyde’s lap, you nodded to Michael as a silent thank you before Token drove off. The boys cheered as the alcohol for the party was secured. You couldn’t help but laugh.

                After that, it was a visit to the grocery store. The boys had a little battle about what snacks to get. Well, Craig and Clyde fought about what snacks to get while Jimmy, Token, and Tweek was more civil about discussing what to get with what money they had left over. You were on party decorations. With an annoyed sigh, you looked through items and questioned what kind of decorations would be needed. That was when you thought outside of the box. You kept in mind decorations for like kids' parties, streamers, balloons, tacky signs. You ran off to the little party electronics section and smiled, deciding to buy a medium-sized disco ball that spun while hung to the ceiling that would flash different colors depending on what settings you set it on and then three different strobe lights. As the group re-gathered and then checked out, the cashier made some witty remark about a party happening and you couldn’t help but look him straight in the eye.

               “Sir, do you think this is a game? I’m buying these devices for a murder scene! We’re replicating a homicidal case if you don’t FUCKING mind,” you scoffed. You and the boys shared a little cackle together before grabbing bags and making your way back out to the car and putting things in what we could consider the trunk. As everyone clambered into the car, you buckled back up and headed back to tokens house, setting up and shove beers and shot glasses in the freezer and fridge to become cold and leaving the mixers out on the counter with multiple flavored sodas. You got the boys to help with hooking up the ball to the roof and then deciding the correct areas to put in the strobes.

               Once everything was said and done, you tossed yourself on the couch, sweat pouring down your back. Man was this sweatshirt a pain in the ass, and with no shirt, you couldn’t even take it off. You stood from your spot only for your feet to sting with pain, man were you tired from standing around and being on your feet. What a first world problem. As you wiped the sweat away from your forehead and neck, you looked toward Token and hummed.

               “Anything else you need me to do your highness or am I free to go home, shower and tell everyone not to be popping pills unless it’s birth control and prescribed medication?” You smiled, earning a grin from Token who patted your shoulder.

               “You’re free to go, thanks for helping today, it was good getting to meet and hang out with the new kid. See you later at the party (y/n) I’ll get your number when we meet back up at school because god knows a majority of us will be too drunk to even remember how to unlock our phones.” You laughed softly, waving to everyone as you let yourself out and felt relief when the cold air hit your skin. Jogging your way home, you couldn’t help but wonder who would be a pain in the ass to deal with tonight.

       Standing under the hot running water, you listened quietly to the soft music playing form your eye on the bathroom counter. Allowing the water to run across your skin, you looked up at the ceiling and relished in the comforting noise of running water, gentle music, and your thoughts. You ran your fingers through your hair slowly, pulling out loose strands of dead hair and humming along to the song. You really hoped that tonight’s party wouldn’t be too bad and that you wouldn’t do anything stupid. A single drink would be okay, as long as no one tried to date rape you, hang out with some more kids you hadn’t met you, and then you would make your way home. If you were lucky a group would come to pick you up and willing to take you home too. As you reached for the shampoo and began scrubbing it delicately into your hair, you managed to feel the house shake with the shut of your front door. You paused, mom said she was going to go to the store but she said she wasn’t going to leave till after you left. With a shrug of your shoulders, you leaned your head back and allowed the running shower head to rinse your hair clean of soap before turning the water off and grabbing your towel from the top of your toilet.

       “(Y/n) you have a visitor,” your mom called. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you carefully slipped your hair over your head so all of it was pushed to the back of your head before wrapping your towel around your body.

       “Mom, I told you I was showering,” you answered. You unlocked the bathroom door and opened it, catching a glimpse of your mom and Butters right beside her. You quickly shut the door leaving only a crack so you could see your mother and the blonde behind her, who was about as red as fire from embarrassment, his arms over his eyes.

       “JESUS CHRIST MOM, WHAT THE HELL!? I SAID I WAS SHOWERING DO YOU HAVE A BRICK FOR A BRAIN?!” Your mother laughed nervously and quickly ushered Butters down stairs, not quite enjoying the idea of someone seeing her child nude without a form of consent.

       “I thought you’d be dressed when you’d answer the door,” she hissed. You rolled your eyes before shutting and locking the door. Grabbing your towel in both hands, you hunched over forward and carefully before drying your hair, running it through your wet locks before tying it up in a towel tower atop your head before dressing in some casual wear. Some simple, boring underwear since you had no plan on getting into anyone’s pants tonight, a pair of comfortable black shorts, and a white t-shirt with the word “eGirl” across it in galaxy colors with a purple right under it surrounded by lightning bolt symbols. You pulled on a worn out grey hoodie to keep yourself warm from the cold air waiting to assault you out of the warm an steamy bathroom. You unlocked the door once more and stepped out, dirty clothes in arms to be thrown in the hamper in your bedroom.

       You gave a look to your mom, clearly asking her what she needed from you and why was Butters in your house.

       “He came over asking to talk to you, you always tell me not to pry into your life sweetheart,” she shrugged. You gave a huge sighed, slipping into your room and tossing your clothes into the hamper before galloping down stairs and facing Butters who was still nervous about what had just happened.

       You waved him over, signaling him to follow you upstairs and into your room. The blonde fidgeting nervously with his knuckles, rubbing them together before glancing up at your face, making sure you were serious before he stood from his spot on the couch and followed you upstairs to your room, which you left open so your mom wasn’t concerned about funny business going on. You let out a sigh, tossing yourself on your bed before sitting up and looking at Butters who was clearly dressed for the party tonight. He was wearing a nice baby blue t-shirt underneath a large jersey jacket that had a number printed on it with the words “Go Cows!” printed on the arm. You could probably guess both the number and the cheer for your new school's team was in larger print on the back. You couldn’t help but notice the match baby blue vans with little bunnies at his heel and finding it a bit childish yet adorable.

       “So, what did you come over here for Butters?” He rocked back and forth on his feet nervously, continuing to play with his knuckles nervously and even pick at his nails.

       “O-Oh, well um. I came over to ask if you’d like to go to the party with me? I mean, I get it if you don’t want too. Stan and the others are a lot more popular and probably fun to hang out with, m-maybe even the girls are more fun to hang out with too, but I thought since we were neighbors I could drive you! Unless you aren’t interested,” he murmured. God, he was so damn cute, being all childlike and nervous. You stood from your bed and patted his shoulder.

       “Actually Butters, I would love to go with you. The only problem is, I need to contact the girls and everyone else about the no drug rule Token has instated upon everyone.” You opened up your closet and began rifling through your clothes, trying to pick out the best party outfit you could find.

       “Oh, well I actually have Stan number, and Stan should probably have Wendy’s number. If you can get it from him and then kind of domino effect to everyone’s numbers then I’m sure there wouldn’t be an issue,” Butters offered. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, quietly hunting through his contacts before finally landing on ‘S’ and handing it over to you.

       As you finished pulling out a decent party outfit, you tossed the clothes on the bed before taking Butters phone and punching in the numbers before hitting the bright green ‘call’ button and holding it too your ear before handing his phone back, looking out your bedroom to window to make sure no one was about to roll up to your house uninvited. The phone rang for a while before someone finally picked up, a slightly annoyed voice speaking up at the end of it.

       “Who the hell is this? Is Butters handing my number out to strangers who ask for it again?” You looked over at Butters with a questioning gaze, who tilted his head in a puppy-like manner in curiosity. You sighed, waving your hand at him as if to signal ‘never mind’.

       “Um, it’s (y/n) the one who got your ass into this party tonight,” you teased.

       “Oh awesome, glad to have you number finally,” Stan said.

       “Yeah, I was just calling to let you know Token has a no drug policy going on. No crack, no coke, no heroin, no speed, no angel dust, no shrooms, no nothing. He isn’t having any of it cus of something about this town being predominantly white and being one of the only minorities of this town,” you shrugged.

       “That’s only about half true, we have another black girl, and a Chinese man, I think. The Asian man I’m unsure of,” Stand said, “Anyway, got it you need a lift to the party, I and the guys can come to get you.”

       “Oh, no thanks Butters is taking me.

       “Oh come on, he’s so – lame! Let us pick you up and you can hang with us, we’re much more fun to party with!” You looked over at Butters, who already looked dejected thinking you were going to ditch him to ride with Stan.

       “You know what, fuck you. I’m riding with Butters; at least he didn’t make me a pawn in some dickhole scheme to get you into a party. I was so sweaty today at Tokens, suck my left cheek Stan, um,” you paused, “I’ll see you at the party. Oh, really quick give me Wendy’s number so I can give her the same speech about drugs.”

       You made Butters open up notes on his own phone and type in Wendy’s number that Stan rattled off about. You ended the call quick a quick swipe of the red button on your screen before calling Wendy. You repeated your list to her once she answered, even throwing in some made up drug lingo to emphasize your point about no drugs being allowed. She gave you a firm confirmation that she would even double check her girl's purses for any unwelcome drugs before they left the house and before they left for the party. Once the second phone call was over, you gave a comforting pat to Butters shoulder.

       “Well gee, thanks for sticking up for me, in a way (y/n),” Butters smiled. You couldn’t help but reflect the feeling before giving him a light shove.

       “No problem, but if you’ll excuse me, I need to get dressed, and I’m not about to have a repeat of the bathroom scenario.”

       With that being said, you left Butters whining in embarrassment, his face red as you shut the door and made sure to close your window blinds so no one could see you undress. As you slipped out of your casual attire and into something a bit classier and snazzy for the party, you looked into the mirror and fixed your hair just right. You were feeling yourself, what a self-confidence boost this hot damn outfit was. You posed a few times, getting a good look at yourself before sending yourself some finger guns and stepping out of the bedroom. You grabbed your phone, a portable charger, and some earbuds before stuffing them into your pocket and making your way down stairs.

       Your doting mother came by and gave you a kiss, telling you to be back at a decent time since school did pick back up tomorrow. You kissed her back on the cheek lovingly before hugging her and promising her you wouldn’t drink a lot and you wouldn’t do anything highly illegal while out. Butters, being the sweet gentleman he knew he could be, held his elbow out to you by the front door. A bit surprised by his kind gesture, you gave a smile, gently grasping and holding his elbow and then questioning yourself quietly. This was a dumb high school party, this wasn’t prom. However, that didn’t mean you didn’t enjoy his kindness.

       You snatched a spare house key from the small bowl near the front door and were greeted with the unwelcoming embrace of winter air. You hugged Butters arm a bit tighter and cursed yourself for not thinking to grab a jacket. The blonde beside you gave a nervous smile, slipping his jersey off himself and onto you. You let out an inappropriate moan as you relished in the warmth of his jacket, causing Butters to rush over to his car and get it started and turning the heater on for you. As you walked over to his car, you slid into the shotgun seat and buckled up, smiling in happiness. As he turned around and was careful to back out of the street, you went back to your phone and carefully saved Stan and Wendy’s numbers for future reference. After Butters was pulled out safely, he faced back forward and began navigating to Tokens place, watching the street an all of his mirrors carefully.

       “Thank you for coming over and taking me,” you broke the silence.

       “Oh, it was no problem! I just thought I should hang out with you, ya know, without the guys and without you screaming and dancing weirdly with very loud music playing in the background,” Butters chuckled.

       “Again, sorry about that, I thought I should make a lasting impression on our first neighbors,” you laughed.

       “Oh trust me; you did (y/n).” You smiled, reverting to a comfortable silence in the car. You kept curled up in Butters football jersey for the extra warmth before sighing. This was a small town, you knew all too well about rumors and small towns. With a good struggle, you managed to take his jacket off without the need of unbuckling your seatbelt and tossed it in the back of his car.

       “Sorry, I’m not looking to start my first day of the second semester with rumors about me and you. Not that you aren’t a bad guy to date, but relationships are the last thing I can care about right now.”

       “Oh! No, no it’s okay I completely understand! Word around here catches fast like fire to a dry forest honestly.” Butters pulled up to the gate which actually had a cop standing there for the night instead of the simple buzz and speaker system.

       After you both were cleared to head into the yard, Butters carefully parked his car, allowing the heater to run for a few more seconds before you both got up quickly and hopped out of the car, running to the front door and knocking, hating the cursed cold air of December. You weren’t sure who exactly answered the door, though you didn’t really care. As you both walked in, the party was already bumping, plenty of teens drinking, playing alcoholic games, and a mosh pit forming in the living room where the music was blasting. You turned to talk to Butters, wanting to hang out with him for a bit, only to see him already gone from your side. Anxiety began to settle in your stomach, there were a lot of people here you still didn’t quite know and not a face you could recognize in the darkroom that occasionally flashed a dark blue or a vibrant purple. You looked around frantically, afraid of being singled out by some mean chicks or dudes wanting to hit you up like in the movies. Movies weren’t real though, right? That’s why they were just movies! You moved back toward the front door but kept to the left of it so you wouldn’t be hit while it opened. You sat there, hands behind your back and listening to the music as you tried to blend in with the wall, hoping no one would see you before feeling someone grab your arm and pull you to the side.

               You turned your head in surprise, eyes widened as someone you recognized found you in the choking size of this party. Taking notice of the purple hate and supposedly black locks, it was a little hard to tell with all the flashing colors you had so gracefully chosen and hoped that it was Wendy as your savior. You scanned their face, squinting and getting as close as possible to get a better look at their eye color and clothes before hearing them talk to you. Watching their lips move, and hearing their voice muffled by the sound of the bouncing beat, you nodded your head hoping you had just pulled the correct lottery ticket and your jackpot would be someone a little quieter. To you luck, you got just the right numbers, and they began gently guiding you through the ocean of people, maneuvering through them like a flea through a dog's fur. You followed them quickly, some people giving you odd glances and you couldn’t help you felt too classy for this party. As they pulled you up the stairs and to a slightly quieter area with a large bathroom and regular light, you could tell for a fact your savior had been Wendy. You gave a slight fist pump in the air for not only remembering her face but her name as well before being lightly shoved into the over-sized bathroom. There were a few other girls standing around, either reapplying makeup, texting on their phones, fixing one another’s hair, or other things girls did with one another in the bathroom that wasn’t rated R.

               “Oh, my god (y/n) what are you wearing?” The one with red hair gawked at you, and you couldn’t help but pause on her name before remembering, oh right, her name is Red. You looked down at your clothes and hummed.

               “I was never like, invited to the cool kid parties in my hometown. I went classy, cause I knew I didn’t want to go trashy,” you said.

               “It’s fine, I always bring back up party clothes for me and the girls, a mixture of both boys and girls clothes, because Stan also likes to get so drunk to the point he’s crying and throwing up in my car - WHICH I am not letting happen THIS YEAR!” Wendy yelled in frustration as she pulled out all the clothes, allowing you to choose an outfit. You smiled, grabbing one that fit your tastes and hummed, squeezing past some girls to step into the bathtub.

               “No peeking ladies or I’ll have you arrested,” you teased. The girls on the other side of the curtain giggled amongst them as you shut the curtain for privacy and changed clothes.

               As you stepped out of the shower now in changed clothes, you folding your things neatly and asked Wendy to kindly hold on to your clothes till you could get them back from her. She gave you a kind smile and tucked them away in her bag. You gave them a small salute before explaining you would venture back into the battlefield and see if you couldn’t make some new friends or run into familiar faces. The girls sent multiple attacks of blow-kisses and hugs before letting you leave, most of them unsure if they’d run into you again tonight before they or you went home. You smiled, giving them hugs back before venturing out of the bathroom and retracing your steps to the stairs.

               As you got there, you were greeted with the sight of Clyde making out with Bebe. Were they a thing? You weren’t sure, but go them, but dear god did people not know that privacy was a thing or, gasp, was this a turn on for one or both of them? You watched them both disgust and curiosity, kind of like those pimple popping videos. It’s so gross you want to turn away but so satisfying to watch at the same time. You stood there uncomfortably watching before catching sight of someone not too far in the background watching with a constipated look on his face. You squinted again, the figure only being illuminated with every flash of color. You snapped your fingers with a smile, finally realizing it was stan and hopped your way down the rest of the stairs. Nervously and softly, you placed your hand sparingly on people's backs while apologizing as you tried to move past them before joining up with Stan who was much more intent with glaring at the make-out movie session that was going on at the edge of the stairs.

               You stood beside him for a few minutes waiting for him to notice you. You looked down at his hands and noticed the beer he had in his hand and frowned. You couldn’t smell or tell if he was drunk pissed or what. You raised your hand and grabbed Stan’s wrist, causing him to jerk his head down to you in alert. His angry and constipated face disappeared, and he managed a dazzling smile in your presence. You smiled back before lightly tugging him in a direction of light that wasn’t the stairs. You struggled to get through people before Stan realized where you were trying to take him. Unlike Wendy, Stan practically bulldozed over people, knocking into them and shoving them out of his way. Wendy had glided through people like a snake swimming across the surface of a lake. Stan just bulldozed through them like Miley Cyrus when she dry humped the wrecking ball in that one video everyone agreed was weird.

               Quickly, you trotted after him and found that the sanction with the light was none other than the open kitchen that had people loitering around talking and drinking together. You looked behind you to see that the red sea of people that Moses Stan had dispersed had already sealed back up and you questioned just how many times you would need help to get through the mosh pit that had gathered in the living room.

               “Did you want to talk,” Stan questioned.

               “Oh! Yeah, I wanted to see if you were okay since you looked like you were trying to shit on Tokens floor while staring down live action at the bottom of the stairs,” you hummed.

               “Oh, I was just, thinking. . . . About things.”

               “You wanna talk about it? I mean, I’m just the new person, don’t gotta tell me your life story if you don’t want.” Stan seemed to look around before grabbing an extra two beers and then your hand, guiding you through the kitchen an outside into the backyard. You gave a slight shiver and Stan shrugged off his big Jersey that looked very similar to Butters, just with a different name and number on it. Also, what was will cute, kinda buff guys giving you your jersey when you’re cold?

               Stan moved over and sits down on one of the deck chairs and you join beside him. He finished his first open beer before setting it beside him and carefully opening one of the two brand new ones he grabbed from the kitchen. He offered it to you, and you shrugged, deciding that a little alcohol tonight would kill no one unless they got behind the driver’s seat like an idiot. You took the beer and took a sip and remembered just how bitter it was. You must have made a sour face because Stan laughed at your reaction.

               “Not a beer drinker?” He asked while taking the one from your hands and drinking it himself.

               “I guess not, I like fruity things though,” you smiled.

               “You’d probably like stronger alcohols mixed with Sprite, Cherry Cola, and things like that. The good ones that can fuck you up.” Stan raised his glass with a smile as if cheering you for your tastes before doing his beer quickly, making you feel worried.

               “Stan are you okay? Why were you glaring at um.. Blonde.. B.. Bebe! Her yeah, why were you staring at Bebe and Clyde?”

               “Oh, get ready for a roller coaster of emotions (y/n)!” Stan cheered with a laugh, and you grew a bit scared of how he was slowly getting riled up.

               “I was staring at them with a shitty expression on my face, cause I’m jealous, kind of? I’m angry at Clyde cause he’s an asshole but said you really enjoyed hanging with them. Are they better than us?!” Stan yelled, causing you to flinch in your seat.

               “NO! No, I enjoyed hanging with them but you guys are fun, I’ve just never got to hang out with you yet for as long as I did with them.” You tried to calm him down, Stan was unaware of your slight fear. There was no telling how he would go off the deep end.

               “Then fuck Clyde and fuck the rest of their group! Mostly, Clyde, he’s the biggest dick head of all I swear to god! Oh, and then he’s got Bebe on his ring finger ready to call for a good fucking when he needs. Are they a thing?! NO ONE KNOWS! But who cares right?” He continued his outburst, now standing and pacing, making you pull the surrounding jacket closed as if to make a shield for yourself.

               “No one should, and you shouldn’t either! Is Bebe like your babe right now?”

               “No! No one is, and that’s what makes me the angriest of all. I had Wendy, the best thing that could ever happen ever! And my dumb ass fucks everything up.”

               “Oh Stan, I don’t believe it’s like that—“

               “We ended it, SHE ended it! Said things wouldn’t work, and I tried. Oh god, I tried so hard to fix things, to fix myself but I just. I couldn’t change for her, I couldn’t make her happy and we couldn’t stop hurting each other.”

               “Then Stan, it was for the better!“

               “Oh, how would you know?!”

               “Well, if it was a toxic relationship, then it was for the better. Now you both can find people healthier for you—“

               “Oh SHUT UP with the healthy bullshit! You don’t know a goddamn thing about my relationship or any relationship at all, do you?!”

               “Have I been in a real relationship, well, the true and honest answer to that is no—“

               “THEN what fucking right do you have to tell em anything abou my rrelationships?!” At this point, he was slurring his words, the third bottle in his hand was probably not the third bottle of beer he’s had since he’s been here.

               “You’re just a stupid ass new kid who blew in from stupid town in some buttfuck state!” His other outburst had you frowning. He quietly stood there glaring down at you, the alcoholic wheels in his head slowly turning before his features softened.

               “Wait, (y/n)--!” You stood up and slid his jacket off, holding it out to him and softly patting his hands. His hurts stung, they really did, and it took every fiber of your being to remember he was intoxicated and his words meant nothing. The nagging voice of your anxiety was telling you otherwise.

               “I think you should go home and rest Stan; you’ve had quite a bit to drink.” He suddenly took hold of your arms, easily bursting into tears.

               “(Y/n) please wait a minute!”

               His grip tightened around your forearms, causing you to shift uncomfortably in front of him. You told him he had hurt you as he tried spewing drunken apologies at you while his strength and fingers continued to squeeze our arm. It got to where you were almost in tears, begging him to let you go before someone suddenly storms over and grabbed his wrists. You looked a little surprised by the sudden rush of cold wind from someone running over and taking hold of Stan. You looked up to see Kyle, who looked pissed beyond belief.

               Kyle sent you a soft, apologetic smile, explaining he would make it up to you at a later date and told you he’d be the one taking Stan home instead of Wendy having to do that. You rubbed your arms where his fingers had been gripping your arms and sighed, feeling much safer with someone sober now between you two.

               “Thank you, Kyle, I think I’m gonna have a drink and then find Butters to take me home,” you murmured. You gave a reassuring pat to Kyle’s shoulder to say thank you and to tell him you’d be all right on your own. You quietly slid into the living room and felt comfortable in the sweet hug of warmth radiating from the most pit in the living room. You quietly mazed your way through the mosh of people before finding the kitchen, fighting with yourself over what kind of drink to make.

               As you found yourself in the kitchen, you walked past a few people and then turned your back to the counter before lifting and hopping up to sit on the counter and placed your hands in your head. You breathed slowly, closing your eyes and listening to all the things going on around you. You were in bright light, people could see you, and if anyone attacked you, they would see what was happening. Everything would be okay, you just needed to breathe and maybe drink just something before hunting down your gentleman of a ride to take you home.

               “Here, have a drink,” someone said.

       You weren’t thinking in the haze of trying to get the fear of what had just happened between you and Stan out of your system. You took the cup and smelled it, making sure it would not be bitter before downing the red solo cup. You only drank about half of it before pulling back for a breath. The taste of strawberries and watermelon together was a relaxing feeling on your tongue. You felt your stress almost melt away a little too quickly from your system. You looked up at the guy who had just handed you your drink and watched him talk but didn’t bother to take in any of his words. What was he saying? You shrugged your shoulders, not really caring, or really recognizing any of his features. Was this guy a friend of Stan’s group or Tokens group? Wow, Tokens group. Did you have any tokens on you? You were at a party so what good would some tokens even be? You swirled your cup, watching the lightly pinked liquid swim around in your cup before taking another drink from it, this time only sipping it instead of binge drinking it. In the middle of the guy's sentence, you suddenly hopped off the counter and pointed to the party.

       “You wanna kinda dance,” you asked. The sudden sense of relaxation and fun you wanted to have was overwhelming.

       You watched the guy give a sly smile as he followed you to the dance floor. Some loud, bumping song was playing. You could feel the vibrations in your whole body like someone put you on the maximum speed available on someone’s back massager. You weren’t really a dirty dancer, but more of a get wild jump to the party and become one with the mosh pit kind of party person. You made your way into close to the middle, not really caring who you were bumping into before smiling and laughing, deciding to bounce and jump, dancing to the beat of the music with everyone around. It was hot, sweat poured down the line of your back and you questioned if these clothes that had been given you—wait who gave you these clothes? Damn were these clothes nice, they need a wash though you were getting sweaty from the number of people around you.

       Without looking behind you, someone handed you another red solo cup, from whom, you didn’t care to notice or tell. You took it and drank from it. The subconscious you were beating the hell out of your body, something felt weird. Like, kinda weird off, like really super weird off. However, it felt like that off feeling was pounding on a barrier it couldn’t break like it was being muffled out by the thumping rhythm of the music. You slowly came to a standstill in the middle of the mosh pit. People moved past you, wanting into bounce and dance and party beside their friends. How you ended back up in the kitchen was beyond you. Why did the lights feel so hot and bright? Where were you again? Oh right, Tokens, party, yes, fun, right…. Who was this guy?

       The man who had originally handed your first drink was smiling, standing in front of you and talking to you again yet none of his words registered in your brain, nor any of his facial features or even the last twenty minutes. Why did you feel so hot and tired like you’d just swam two miles straight in gallons of hot sticky water?  You placed your hand slowly on one side of your face, forcing yourself to gather your thoughts, that weird, uncomfortable feeling slowly gathering as you crouched down to the floor and tried to think straight. The only thoughts you could muster was, yep, date drugs, rape bad, very hot, this guy not okay, feet hurt, Butters home. You continued to crouch there, thinking, slowly coming to understand these things, but the inebriation and whatever fucked up drugs this guy had given you was doing its job damn well and you felt like your mouth had been stuffed with thousands of cotton swabs and you couldn’t form words.

       The guy crouched down beside you and put his sleazy arm around your shoulders and then moved them to lower to around your waist and forced you to stand and lean against him. You managed a laugh, slightly pushing him away from you and tried to speak, but your jaw just felt too much like jelly. You hummed, shaking your head, finding it easy to twist your head than form words with your vocal cords and mouth movements were apparently on strike and partying with the drugs in your system.

       He came at you again, this time with a tighter grip and a slightly creepier smile. God, you felt like an innocent bystander about to be slain by Jack the Ripper for being an idiot. The stranger pulled you along, letting you lean and follow him against your will. You weren’t sure what happened, maybe you had spoken something despite your numb mouth and relaxed muscles, but one thing leads to another, the guy had his lights knocked out, and you were being sat on the floor right beside the front door. You looked at the guy passed out on the floor and managed a too loud open mouth laugh while pointing at him before feeling someone come to grab your hand and pull you up.

       “Oh Jesus Christ, your mother is going to kill me when I get you home!” You slowly rolled your eyes over toward Butters who was standing beside your savior. That was Butters right? Blondie, bunny, blue, Butters, you could really go for some toast at that moment with a lot of butter on it and some jam, maybe even some syrup. You looked toward your savior and made some kind of noise as a thank you; though they didn’t seem to react. Oh right, stoic boy, blue, black, gay, you thought? Blonde boyfriend, Tokens buddy, chum, pal, CRAIG! That’s right his name was Craig. He turned to Butters, giving him a slight glare and was probably bad-mouthing him. You raised your arms half way and let out some kind of screech, trying to tell him it wasn’t his fault but hOLy ShiT were you tired and it felt like all of your body could give out if you really let it.

       Any more words shared between you and the two boys now standing over you like guardian angels was long forgotten. Butters slipped his jacket off and forced it on you, even forcing your arms through his sleeves and zipping it up to make sure you were in maximum comfort mode before carefully guiding you out the front door of the house and into his car. He leaned over your body carefully, buckling you up for safety before gently shutting the door before running over to his driver side. He muttered swears and curses to himself, pretty shook that he let you out of his site and some, what did he say north parkisons? No, north parky kid, noth poke, NORTH PARK! Some north park came in and would supposedly try to bang you or use you to get on south park teens bad side, which probably still would have ended up with him probably banging you.

       “I’m gonna vomit,” you suddenly muttered.

        The thought of being taken advantage of by some stranger, the fear of being alone with him, and probably the mix of alcohol and drugs in your system had your stomach in a quick flurry of wanting to sob and blow chunks across his car. You couldn’t do that to sweet Butters though, he didn’t mean too, he might have been swept away by party goers. Butters was quick to roll your window down, as you were unfamiliar with his car and how the mechanisms worked, and you let your head rest on the outside of the window. The cold air helped you feel a little better; you didn’t feel you would melt in his seat. However, it didn’t exactly take away the nauseating images of being completely taken by a stranger, and you couldn’t help but spew a nasty mix of half-digested food and alcohol all across the passing road. You watched the colorful mix zoom away from you down the street and you suddenly felt better after that.

       The entire ride was in silence, half because you were still date rape drugged and the other half because Butters was scared and felt horrible. You weren’t exactly sure what he was feeling, but you knew one thing was that your mother would have a fit and blow up on him without getting all the information. As they pulled the car to a stop, you felt your body being helped up from your passenger seat and then smiled at the sight of your home door, what a pretty color it was. Maybe that was the color you’d paint your room in never because you procrastinate too much.

       Your mom stepped out of the kitchen to see Butters holding you up, one of your arms around his neck and the other just under your bust line to keep you upright. She looked pissed, oh no mama bear was about to pull out her claws, all hell would release! As she stormed over, throwing her dishes rag down on the floor, you burst into tears, throwing yourself at your mother while hugging her and crying. Your mother, quick to take you in her arms, whispered into your ear, petting your hair and telling you that everything would be all right.

       “It’s not his fault,” you cried. You continued to mumble things, most of which your mother couldn’t even understand. All she could gather was Butters got separated, and a random guy tried to steal you. Though angry that Butters could have done better, knowing it wasn’t completely his fault, she didn’t feel the need to attack him.

       Butters opened his mouth, wanting to say something, anything, but he knew that right now was not the time and place to talk. He forced out a smile, explaining that someone can return the jacket whenever you or your mother could get around to it, and departed after giving a deep apology to you and your mother, that you probably wouldn’t remember tomorrow morning. OH FUCK TOMORROW WAS SCHOOL.

       After Butters left, you let out a panic cry, screeching about school and tomorrow. Your mother picked you up in her arms and moved you to your bedroom, cursing with every step on the stairs and then cursing more with every box she stepped on or bumped into. Cautiously, and with not much ease at all, she put you down on your bed and wrapped you up in your favorite blankets. Talking to you would be worthless considering she was unsure if you’d remember it or not. As you quickly passed out in bed, curling into your large pillows, your mother left a note, some pills, a bottle of water, and some fruit on the bedside table for you in case you woke up in the middle of the night.

       ‘If you feel all right to go to school in the morning when you wake up then go, but I won’t force you to go to school, but you have a story to tell when you've sobered up! –Mom’