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(Except neither one of them is rlly that butch but holy fUCKING SHIT THAT SONG IS LITERALLY THEM⊠the version of them I made up in my mind palace⊠itâs them.)
Anywayyyy. Yeah! Have a tagr art dump..! aka, those vibes when you, out of a series of moments of temporary insanity, end up finding, taking in, nursing back to health and eventually falling into a tangled messy yearning situationship w the asshole tsundere alien who tried to destroy your entire planet⊠rlly extremely relatable vibes!!
#invader zim#gaz membrane#tak#invader tak#tagr#iz tak#iz gaz#doodles#caption for the 3rd pic:#ton ten photos taken seconds before a goth girls plushie security system shoots you in the head.#anyway⊠yeah⊠I love these two#I think a lot my ideas for them are informed by this one fanfic I read as a young teen/child⊠but I donât actually remember anything#concrete?? just general story beats? and Iâm pretty sure my ideas deviate from it a good bit. but#I think that fic def formed the basis for my tagr love and appreciation#I think they could be complicated and messy and painful and fun as fuck#I have ideas for them lol. and some more art. so hopefully Iâll be able to post that soon too#but for now⊠enjoy sketch dump of messy goth saphics#*top ten moments. not ton. spellings hard ghgh#I think tak is very hesitant about initiating physical contact and intimacy and being cuddly. cuz of pride and also repression#but I saw a post talking about irkens being naturally very touchy feely affectionate and I def agreeâŠ#so. tak is wary of stuff like that at first. but once u break thru that initial barrier of her denying herself sheâs actually sUPER TOUCHY#gaz has unleashed a pda beast she just doesnât kno it yet
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our flag means death S2E3: the innkeeper
#our flag means death#ofmd spoilers#ofmd s2 spoilers#shrimp gifs#it was just a very pretty scene i think#i'm laughing because i played around with curves -- as you do -- but then i had to manually bring the brightness down and make everything#more blue again because it's just better that way lol#god i'm having... so many little marbles bouncing around my head like#this post is already tagged with all the spoiler tags i think i can talk in here#the way it started i had No Inkling At All that this would be this kind of setting. so i didn't pay attention to the surroundings or all th#stuff. hell i could barely hear what they're saying because all my fancy schmancy english skills fall apart in the face of your normal soun#mixing. I MISSED THAT IZ AND ED SAID âLOVEâ LIKE HELLO#but. but anyway. but. but once it was revealed that This Is All In Ed's Head. that hornigold is ed and everything is ed. man. god.#it's cold and wet and dark (ed likes warmth). ed was washed up on the shore with his face full of sand but THEN he got rescued by someone#who he hated and associated with all the pain and violence AND who then force-fed him soup so he could get better. who had pretty pieces of#glass hanging from his tent (there's no sun but the decoration itself is a promise of a pretty sighs when the rays of the sun hit#just right--) AND you can't forget the sandals. and the play-acting and aoughhhh EEEDDDDDDDD god he's so good HE'S SO GOOD#i dont think i should touch the delightful revenge scenes because they're dark as fuck and idk if the files i have are hq enough#to survive the becurvening. BUT. ed my love!!! i hope this is not where your insanities end
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Put him in hazbin hotel
Hazbin Hotel Cover, Hazbin Hotel
#Make sure that if u guys watch it you pirate it so you don't support vivzie!!! <3#invader zim dib#dib#dib membrane#dib membrane iz#iz dib#dib invader zim#dib iz#invader zim#iz dib membrane#invaderzim#(Although im probably not gonna be watching it anytime soon)#(Since the humor isnt rlly for me and most of the songs aren't my style as well)#Like poison based on what I heard isn't really a good song to me#But lucifers(?) song sounds pretty catchy :3
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Yes i have watched the "Invader Zim: Enter The Floorpus" movie so much to the point i can quote along with it, And yes i am a horrible voice actor, An Amazing Voice Actor And Everyone Should Hire Me!!
#bad news is that now my voice is all warmed up and soft#and i cant even use it because it's night time#invader zim#sillyposting#so silly#iz#invader zim enter the florpus#Invader Zim Movie#voice acting#Ive always wanted to be a voice actor#im pretty good at it to! *i say with my mouth dripping blood*
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Where's the Invader Zim / Dib Membrane couple shirts that we deserve?
#invader zim#dib membrane#iz zadr#zim x dib#couple aesthetic#couple shirts#art prompt#drawing prompt#lazlo's lulls#look i think it would be hilarious and dark#but the couple shirts at box lunch this year are pretty good - but i can't just ... not think about the missed licensing oppertunity
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Ranking the Books I read in 2022
I feel really good about my bottom two and top four, but some of the middle ones may be more smushed. Also if my Goodreads stars don't always seem to line up with my rankings, it's because I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.
26. The Cabin at the End of the World by Paul Tremblay. Date reviewed: Jan. 25, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 (apparently i averaged it bc i thought the writing was good, though now i can't remember why) 1-sentence review: Every time I read a thriller, I'm like Jason Bateman pulling the bag labelled dead dove out the freezer, looking at it, and going, "I don't know what I expected."
25. Royal Diaries: Isabel: Jewel of Castilla by Carolyn Meyer Date reviewed: Jan. 11, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3, but 2.5 were for Beatriz de Bombadilla 1-sentence reivew: Isabel is insufferable and I want a biography about Beatriz de Bombadilla.
24. Love, Hate, and Clickbait by Liz Bowery Date reviewed: Nov. 9, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: The characters are terrible but it's still a good way to pass election night.
23. A Marvellous Light by Freya Marske Date reviewed: June 2, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: Main couple great, sex scnes are steamy, plot reasonably creative, but overall moves slowly and most of the side characters are terrible.
22. Beyond the Wand: The Magic and Mayhem of Growing Up a Wizard by Tom Felton Date reviewed: Nov. 8, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: Hollywood is TOXIC and I hope Tom's living his best life in England with his brothers and his dog.
21: The Woman Who Would Be King by Kara Cooney Date reviewed: March 1, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: Hatshepsut was a boss, but Cooney's writing style could be livelier.
20. Thunder Dog: The True Story of a Blind Man, His Guide Dog, and the Triumph of Trust at Ground Zero by Michael Hingson Date reviewed: Sept. 27, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 (was probably generous) 1-sentence review: Super interesting memoir that taught me way more about blindness and guide dogs than about 9/11 (which is fine).
19. Husband Material by Alexis Hall Date reviewed: Aug. 16, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: Same hilarity, more emotional maturity, but Luc and Oliver didn't seem happy with each other's friends and somewhat traitorously (because I know this is the exact OPPOSITE of the point of the book) I kind of wish they'd gotten married.
18. Hook, Line, and Sinker by Tessa Bailey Date reviewed: April 20, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: We stan one leading lady. (Dude was ... fine I guess.)
17. Graphic Classics Romeo and Julie by Gareth Hinds Date reviewed: Oct. 25, 2022 Goodread stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: Turns out graphic novels are a good way to read Shakespeare plays.
16: Four Queens: The Provencal Sisters Who Ruled Europe by Nancy Goldstone Date reviewed: March 15, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: Goldstone's historical writing is great as always, but she should have written about French queen Blanche of Castile instead.
15. Boyfriend Material by Alexis Hall Date reviewed: April 25, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: Here's to the book that made me silent-laugh so hard in a restaurant that I had to put my mask back on to keep the other customers from staring at me.
14. If the Shoe Fits by Julie Murphy Date reviewed: April 22, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: Adored everything except the love interest, who seemed to have misplaced his personality.
13. To Marry and to Meddle by Martha Waters (audio book) Date reviewed: May 5, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: My favorite so far of the Regency Vows series and I didn't even get embarassed listening to an actor read the sex scenes aloud. (admittedly i was alone in my car, but still)
12. Delilah Green Doesn't Care by Ashley Herring Blake Date reviewed: June 21, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: A lovely little w/w romance with great supporting characters and a fantastic sister-subplot that was arguably as engaging as the love story.
11. Lore Olympus Volume 1 by Rachel Smythe Date reviewed: Jan. 24, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence review: Greek mythology and breathtaking artwork -- what's not to love?
10. The Bear and the Nightingale by Katherine Arden Date reviewed: Aug. 10, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence reivew: If you're like me and you love dark, eerie fairy tales, then this is the book for you.
9. The Bodyguard by Katherine Center Date reviewed: July 27, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 3 1-sentence reivew: I liked Wilbur and corgi-breeding stalker better than I liked Robby, which I think is what God and Katherine Center intended.
8. I Kissed Shara Wheeler by Casey McQuiston Date reviewed: Sept. 16, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: What starts out as a seeming scathing take-down of certain John Green novels with shades of gay Mean Girls thrown in turns into something completely unexpected and wonderful and warm and welcoming.
7. Royal Diaries: Cleopatra: Daughter of the Nile by Kristiana Gregory Date reviewed: Jan. 19, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: Yes, I am being indulgent ranking this so high, but she has a pet leopard and insults Roman officials in their own language.
6. Cultish: The Language of Fanaticism by Amanda Montell Date reviewed: Sept. 23, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: A thoughtful and engaging take on how language shapes cultures within communities, with sometimes insidious intent.
5. Book Lovers by Emily Henry Date reviewed: July 23, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: Hallmark villains in love with NYC to the point of delusion make the best protagonists.
4. The Very Secret Society of Irregular Witches by Sangu Mandanna Date reviewed: Sept. 23, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: Reading this is like walking into a sunlit room on a Sunday morning. (Note: I actually switched this to rank above Book Lovers, which is a VERY big deal for me because I love Emily Henry.)
3. Signal Moon by Kate Quinn Date reviewed: Aug. 20, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 4 1-sentence review: Combining World War II AND time travel (sort of) is like hitting all my tragic romance buttons at once.
2. The Diamond Eye by Kate Quinn Date reviewed: June 16, 2022 (I don't think GR has this right -- I got an advanced copy and reviewed it not long after reading it. I posted a review on Facebook on Feb. 28, 2022) Goodreads stars I gave it: 5 1-sentence review: Amazing writing, a bombshell of a heroine, and a story that makes me see, smell and hear the Eastern front -- I'm not kidding when I say this is Quinn's best book so far. (Note: I wrote that line when I hadn't read No. 1 on the list yet.)
and finally....
The Rose Code by Kate Quinn Date reviewed: July 4, 2022 Goodreads stars I gave it: 5 Entire review because I have no self-control:
Earlier this year, I said I thought The Diamond Eye may be Kate Quinn's best book. I am revising my opinion. THIS may be Kate Quinn's best book. I read it in one day, basically didn't put it down except to do work. I think the last time I did something like that, I was reading Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince the day it came out. And I was 13.
The Rose Code has all the usual Kate Quinn Hallmarks -- great heroines, wartime stakes, swoonworthy love interests, engaging side characters, and cameos from real life historical figures (in this case folks like Alan Turing and Winston Churchill, plus a snide reference about Ian Fleming's womanizing) -- while also having a tighter story (unlike in, say, The Huntress, Quinn isn't having to juggle multiple flashbacks in this book) and what I felt was a slightly less over-the-top climax though ... it was still pretty over-the-top. I think by the time I got to it I was just in a jubilant state.
Anyway, just read this book.
Also, for a spoiler that will make you happy (but is a spoiler nonetheless) ... yes, Beth reunites with the dog.
#iz blogs about books#kate quinn#the very secret society of irregular witches#book lovers#the diamond eye#the rose code#signal moon#sangu mandanna#emily henry#i'm only tagging the top 5 books and their authors to keep these tags from being out of control#those are the ones you need to read anyway#although all but the bottom two are at least servicable#2022 was a pretty good year for books i thought
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and also paramors tickrts
#i know taylor has afterpay so more thsn likely oll use that if paramore doesnt have that option#bc some tickets dont đđ#parx for brisbane didnt and now im going to sydney for tbat đ©âđŠŻ#but i have a good feeling abt both if these and ill still have $75 in my savings#like genuinely the fact that in doing p well w my money is good#i have $50 cash that i took out and will either spend on yobacco or weed deoending on how i am w both of those towards the end of the week#bc realisticslly all i gotta dl is make it to next wednesday#which ive somehow convinced myself is closer than i think#and ive got $290 still#but $250 of that iz for fucking concert tickeys honestly đđ#anyway. wooo#i even managed to buy my own food this week#and so far so good w that#ive got some of a meal pla in my head on how im gonna Make It tbe rest od the week without eating anytging my dads bought#which is harder thsn i ghought bc i forget what i bought w my money sometimes but#woooooo.#i feel vvv optimistic abt this all in all#despite my impuslive spending i do pretty well with money whrn my heads screwed on right and i feel Okay mentally#anyway !!!!!!
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"yes yes, it will be magical!" handwaves him off. this is fucking zim. of course. if not for the blatant lie during storytime about beating dib, then for this action alone. theyre so good at writing him i love that i can pick this out just from his tone and words alone. amazing. phenomenal. i hope to be able to do this.
#if this turns out to not be zim trying to trick dib then i will be disappointed#but im pretty confident it is#i like how dib thinks hes real good at finding and pointing out the supernatural#but is still easily fooled by holograms (zim here#and tak later)#and hes even fooled by NOT perfect disguises (day of da spookies. pretty sure skoodges ghost professional outfit is just a metal or foam#suit?)#anyways#rant over#shug rewatches iz
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Nevermind story got even weirder:
New TLDR: someone does provide the service originally attributed to Humphrey BUT that may ALSO be a scam that just received a bunch of news coverage from big outlets that didnât do any digging.
I wish this was my job.
#Iz rambles#Christ almighty what a ride#I looked at multiple articles for my first post on this and went okay yeah thatâs a pretty good dig#the buzzfeed news post is the only article looking closer I only found out about it from another post#shocked no one else followed up after BN dug deeper
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#lmaooo fucked up being natural#tis iz what they say by a journey havin ups n downs#good thing iz idfc what i post here#does this count as vent posting#are vent photos even a things#don't like my shit I'll block ya#unless yer female#im uncomfortable#anyways these filters r so pretty#me found random grumpy n sunshine kat#they were so in love ahhhhh
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Danny Punches a Clown Pt. 4
Previously in Part 3:
âIâm Red Robin, how long have you been in Gotham?â
âThat really depends, Red Robin.â
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âOn what?â
âWhat time it is.â Danny states. Red Robin lets out a concerned sounding chuckle.
âProbably not long then, I take it? Itâs almost 3:00 am.âÂ
Danny nods, but on second thought this does little to help him. He doesnât know what time it was when he got here and considering the new dimension bit he doesnât know the time difference from his home dimension in the first place.
âAre you hurt?âÂ
Taking stock, Danny knows he isnât fully recovered from his last fight in his dimension. He got hit with a few blasts that he knows are currently burns and he whacked his head either during the fight, after, or both but the headache is negligible at this point and he is not letting anyone take him to a doctor.
âIâm fine.â Danny hefts the backpack onto his shoulders and looks around. The alley is a dead end, so heâs going to have to get past Red Robin if he wants to leave. Despite all his questions he doesnât seem to want to hurt him yet, so hopefully they can do this nicely.Â
âWhatâs your name?â Red Robin has opened what seems to be a computer on his wrist.
âDanny.â
They look at each other for a moment before Red Robin nods.
âOkay, Danny. Why are you in Gotham?â
Danny shrugs. He is not particularly aware of Gotham and he didnât have a destination in mind when he was running anyway.Â
âIs your family here?â
Danny flinches and backs up a step at the mention of family, but Red Robin just puts up his hands again.
âWhoa, itâs okay. Iâm sorry. No family, thatâs fine.â
Then there are two more figures in the alley, someone in blue and someone in a leather jacket with a red mask covering their whole head jumped from the roofs behind Danny, and he doesnât want to put his back to Red Robin, but he has seemed pretty nice and these guys are bigger and more of an unknown so he turns quickly to keep his eye on them.
âItâs okay,â Danny can hear from beside him. âThis is Nightwing and Red Hood. Theyâre friends, I work with them.âÂ
Danny backs up to the wall of the alley near Red Robin, able to see everyone, but as he presses back against the wall his backpack presses up against one of the burns and he hisses involuntarily, flinching back forward a little. This is not a good situation to be in, Danny thinks as he looks around. He makes sure his backpack is securely on his shoulders before turning towards Red Robin.
âSorry.â He mutters before quickly reaching out and grabbing him. He uses the momentum, and a little ghost strength, to toss Red Robin right into the other two and he doesnât stick around to see what happens. He is running and he can hear footsteps behind him, and he doesnât know where he is so he does the only thing he can think of.
He turns a corner, and then quickly, before any of them can catch up, walks himself right through the wall of the building to his left.
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Tag List: @that-random-fangirl, @sebas-nights, @whataspectaclebear, @wolf-iz-2000, @bl-webtoonweeb @daydreamsandcrashingwaves @molasses-being-slow @kiana996
#dc x dp#dc x dp crossover#fanfiction#my writing#batman#danny phantom#red robin#tim drake#dc comics#nightwing#red hood#dp x dc
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The notion of Scary Go Round being adjacent to Homestuck...I think you shifted my reality.
(In reference to this post / my tags)
Ok not to sound totally old-fashioned but this was not in a thematic way or anything!
Back in the day I used to like Dinosaur Comics. At the time, I would read webcomics by sitting at a computer in the morning and checking the ones I kept up with, like a newspaper. I regularly read Dinosaur Comics (updated daily i think?), XKCD, Gunnerkrigg Court, Scary Go Round, Questionable Content, and that sort of thing. Sometimes thereâd be updates to other ones I liked, like Buttercup Festival or Hark! a Vagrant. It would take ten minutes, and that was Morning Computer Time.
At the time webcomic artists all knew each other, and the old-fashioned desktop computer browsing design meant that you were looking at them on a big screen, which meant the sidebars were visible. The sidebars would contain links to all of their friendsâ comics or recommended comics. There would only ever be like 20 links max. so every day you would read Dinosaur Comics and could, from there, click the sidebar in the left to get to the creatorâs own favorite comics. Dinosaur Comics was a good dayâs starting point since it linked directly to pretty much all the webcomics I listed above.
(Iâm sorry if Iâm over explaining or under explaining this.)
(This was before social-media-ized internet was popular, and this was just how you read stuff.)
There was also something TopatoCo / a guy called Jeff who had his own webcomic that I read sometimes, but more importantly he was a central point that sold merchandise for a bunch of these comics, and I bought a Jonathan Colton t-shirt from him. He sold a line of Problem Sleuth/MS Paint adventures stuff and I remember this coming up suddenly in advertising newsletters I got I think. problem sleuth went from 0 to 60 very quickly, but I never really understood it.
Anyway, MS Paint adventures was linked in the sidebar of a lot of these comics!! The people in these circles really hyped it up. and I did read Problem Sleuth, dutifully, but it bored me. Then the same guy started posting his next work, Homestuck. I read the first few pages as they came out and then stopped clicking it. It just wasnât for me.
So it isnât so much about them being adjacent in any way apart from Ryan North, the guy who ran Dinosaur Comics, having a sidebar on his website labelled something like âthe girlsâ with his recommendations for other things you might like, like Scary Go Round - XKCD - MS Paint adventures.
And I was literally there dutifully looking at the first page of homestuck before all the homestucks read it, admittedly going âoh nah this ainât itâ, but, like. I was there. I was standing next to the impact crater.
Like every day I would check on my friend T Rex and look directly at a link that led to the homestuck website and check on my friend Buttercup Festival instead. Then I would turn off the computer and be done with computer for the day.
Itâs very weird to realise that this is not how people use the internet any more.
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âNo Choice of Colors!â Fear (Vol. 1/1970), #12.
Writer: Steve Gerber; Penciler: Jim Starlin; Inker: Rich Buckler; Letterer: John Costanza
#Marvel#Marvel comics#Marvel 616#Fear#Man-Thing#Ted Sallis#Cover Gallery#âŠ.oy vey iz mir#this issueâŠdid not age gracefully#and considering that I canât find much on it in future letter sections makes me wonder if contemporary reactions were unfit to print#for context the plot of this issue is that Man-Thing helps an African-American man who is fleeing a demonstrably racist cop#the African-American man claims heâs being unjustly pursued because heâs in a romantic relationship with a caucasian woman who wonât give#the cop the time of day#the manâs tale wins over the Man-Thingâs sympathies and assistance only for it to be later revealed that the man omitted#that heâs also on the hook for murder#thus muddying the morals of the situation#Man-Thing tries to just extricate himself from the situation entirely but it ends with both the fugitive and the cop dead#and I mean I GET IT#Iâm pretty sure the creators were going for a bleak âno one is ever perfectly good/there are sins committed on both sidesâ#âeveryone loses in these sorts of scenariosâ conclusion#but I canât help but feel as if by crafting such a narrative that slings mud at both sides they donât quite condemn either side either?#but this own narrative teaches that trying to be impartial will only wind up with people dead sooo it kind of paints#the storyâs own creators as cowardly for not taking a firm stance???#but of course naturally this is all just my opinion#and I do need to remind myself that this was after all written in 1972#only 4 years post the MLK assassination when race relations were looking particularly incendiary for the moment and bleak for the future
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IZ Days of Christmas 2023: Day 1 - Kwon Eunbi
IZ*ONE's Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader Smut
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Categories | best friend!Eunbi, facefucking, cum swallowing, against the wall, anal
The most unrealistic thing about this, besides getting to fuck Eunbi, is that she has sex with glasses on.
âTwo things. I need you to tell me two things before I kill you in front of everyone. And trust me, Iâm very good with a gun.â
âOh no,â you say grumpily, and a little more sarcastically, while you're gathering your things into the gray backpack youâve used through its tatters. âHow will I ever see the light of day again?â
Eunbi barely looks intimidating anyway in the toga that sags around her small body. The fabricâs a blackish-blue waterfall that drags on the ground. Youâre surprised mud hasnât done its wicked way with it. It began raining earlier, see, and now, except for the mud as evidence, it's as if it never happened. The heat has become too much.
Everything is too much.
âYou wonât,â Eunbi says, tongue between her teeth, âbut save yourself for once. Tell me whatâs going on.â
Right above the garment, her long tresses fall over her shoulders. Earlier last year, she had it cut and everyone fell for her instantly. But youâve always taken the speedy growth of her hair a victory for your side.
No victories right now though. Itâs supposed to be a grand dayâthe scam that is college has finally run its course, and today you ought to celebrate and throw your cap in the air like everyone else.Â
But youâre still completely, royally pissed off.
Turn your back. Clear answer, with other possible variations that basically say the same thing: Iâm not telling you shit. Nope. Stop bugging me. Brat.
She follows, and sheâs a shadow behind you whoâs too pretty to be one. But you lengthen your steps. Hope she doesnât pursue you, but sheâs always done that. Since you were kids on the playground, sheâs never let you deal with things on your own. Itâs forever been Eunbi will help you, Eunbi will stay with you, Eunbi will talk for you.Â
Why must that knowledge swirl a puzzling mix of emotions in you? She has not once left you alone, and yet here you are, forcing her to do so.
A pair of leather shoes and high platforms (which give way to the illusion that sheâs barely shorter than you) pave through the cobblestone ground of the campus youâll never dream of returning to. You say that yet you and Eunbi are the only other few graduates remaining on the premises. Why? Itâs not like you have anything or anyone to be melancholic about.
She walks in the corner of your line of vision. Alright, maybe someone.Â
Youâve tried to avoid eye contact but you turn to her anyway. Sheâs always been this easy on the eyes, even when you were high schoolers with wild hormones and sensitive young hearts. Sharp nose, intelligent brown eyes, and pretty smileâshe couldâve been a real heartbreaker back then if she werenât hanging out with you. She couldâve been everything, because this town is too simple, too small for a girl of her caliber.Â
Turn your eyes away before she could notice. Broken out of your train of thought, you start to notice how your bag knocks your spine repeatedly. Painfully. With the way your notebooks from years and years ago are bumping around in there, youïżœïżœd think you were carrying a luggage good enough to give you a weekâs worth of supplies.
âUgh.â Eunbi pinches her nose irritably, allows the sounds to continue for a good three seconds, then pulls the source off you. "Dumbass. Alright, now tellââ
âNo. Become a nun. Live a good life. Go eat ice cream with Chaewon or something.â
âShe likes mint chocolate, so no. Iâm never eating that shit.â
âYouâll live.â
âOh, I willââshe taps your bag, smiling evillyââand Iâll take the bag with me.â
You sigh loudly. âEunbi.âÂ
Oh no, donât get it wrong: sheâs always like this. It's not just today that she pushes your buttons, catty with her negotiations and even more so when you turn them down. She discreetly takes control with a sleight of hand, and you never see it coming. You wish luck to whoever smug kindergartner sheâll be an educator to in the future. Sheâll quickly show him his place, just like sheâs shown you yours.
âWhat?â she says with a derisive smirk. She pulls on the arms of the backpack to boost its weight up. âNo tell, no bag.â
At this pointâ
âI donât give a fuck, Eunbi,â you spit. "You have bigger things to worry about.âÂ
Pause. You briefly consider telling her how your grand day was shattered by your own self and thinking, but you donât want to bother her. She's your best friend. You shouldn't be making her listen to your woes.
Close your mouth; you didnât even realize it was hanging open for a while.Â
You exhale through your nostrils. âDo yourself a favor and take care of something else.â
You walk away. That was supposed to be the end of the story. It's the hashtag at the end of an article, the death of the conversation. But wide strides canât keep her from coercing an answer out of you.Â
You know that because sheâs suddenly pulled you by the wrist then so close to herself that even your cloaks canât bar yourselves from each other. Her body presses below your chest. Her stern eyes hush you. You can quite literally feel her breathing.
âI think I can handle it,â she says, gaze steady and chin lifting, âmuch more if itâs you.â
Okay, so maybe you underestimated how intimidating she can get.Â
Sheâs a small girl, lying her way into five foot three, but sheâs surprisingly strong. Youâre more than aware of that to avoid testing if her palm on your heart is sturdy. Her fierce glare, needling into your integrity, is something new. Frightening, too. Her jawâ(oh, and you can never give that perfectly cut line itâs incredibly lucky to possess a normal glance)âis tight with determination.Â
For a moment, you think you know how to speak but just forgot to completely.
You get the hang of it after a few seconds when you crack a smile. âCanât tell you anything if you got your hands on me, little raindrop.â
Eunbi squints her eyes, then folds her arms neatly. âA silver rain drop. And Iâm not little, Iâm one sixty flat.â
âTake that cap off and weâll see.â
Youâre not exactly a top student, but youâre smart enough to run away before she whacks you with her rolled diploma.
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(It somehow lightens your mood, because if thereâs anything you love more than your phone and street food, itâs Eunbiâs tiny, challenging self trying to one you up. Her light punches are like package peanuts trying to make a dent in you. And itâs just so adorable seeing her face turn dark as she aims for you, and fails.
Oh, and itâs all in good banter. It wouldnât be a friendship if those jabs were spiteful. There are a lot of relationships out there, both platonic and not so, where insults are masked behind âjokesâ and jokes behind insultsâyouâre glad that doesnât count for you and her.
But even if weâre to say that Eunbiâs cornering you to the wall, suddenly having grown taller than you, and snarls, with a knife to your throat, âSay good night forever,â youâd kiss her and tell her: âI wonât let the bedbugs bite.â)
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"Two, please. Thank you."
Slip the paper bills in the vendor's brown, rough hand and slap yours back on Eunbi's shoulder. Youâre still surprised at the bareness you feel, then you remember she's since stuffed her toga in your backpack because of the heat. Now sheâs wearing a sundress that flows around her like water.Â
Look at her discreetly. Youâre wondering how she managed to hide all⊠that. The fabric fits and compliments her figure too much to go unnoticed. You have to pretend to be curious about the boiling process of the eomuk again to avoid staring at her slim arms.
"I still don't get why you call me that," she says. She pulls the drooping strap of her dress back up her shoulder, and you swear youâre gonna lose it.Â
Take deep breaths. You can do this. "Call you what?"Â
"You know." She daintily taps away a bead of sweat from her forehead and looks up at you. "'Little raindrop.'"
You return her stare eye for an eye. You have to admit it was a feeble attempt. Whenever you look at her, you're overcome with the realization that she's just so beautiful. Her brows are naturally curved and shaded, and thereâs just the tiniest dimple at the side of her mouth when she smiles hard. Who in the world just has a face like that?Â
But you can't dwell on it. It's a dangerous premise, and you're a rightful coward.
"Ah." Your fingers tap comfortable rhythms on her skin. "Because⊠hm. Bi means rain, right? And youâre small, a.k.a little. So there you have it."
A crowd sifts through the streets and roads opposite your university, and occasionally daring motorists. Graduates fill the sidewalks to purchase street food. It's been this cramped since forever. You can't believe this is the last time you'd ever see this commotion: nameless faces that have matured through the years occupying every space, scentful smoke that wafts in the air, and, of course, the familiar sight of these stalls on wheels catering to young'uns like you short on cash.
Now that you think it over once more, perhaps you'll miss this place more than you thought you would.
"Well, would you say it, uhâŠâ Eunbi taps her chin. âHm, derogatively?"
"Oh, come on," you say, shaking your head emphatically, "I would never."
"Good, because I just lost your bag."
Your eyelids suddenly stop drooping. Realize only this second that you haven't felt torn fabric on the shoulder youâve been caressing.
"Eunbi, what theâ"
"Kidding, it's right here." Eunbi lifts it up in the air cheekily. "Gotcha."
"Oh, fuck off," you groan. Push her away, but not so much that she's out of arm's length. There are people whose intentions aren't so nice in this crowd.Â
Eunbi's adorable, you have to admit. Every day that rises is April Fools Day for her. She loves pulling pranks on you and commits to the bit perfectly. Itâs been like this since⊠forever. Itâs like you were born knowing her.Â
With all that fake innocence on her face when she tells you a white lie for her prankâs sake, she could be an actress. For a moment, you wonder what you'll do if she does become one, if she finds out that she's more than this place is worth. Would she leave you with no warning? Make a name for herself and never bother to reach out?
You gulp a little. That could happen even without the entertainer job. You've been friends with her for ages. One day, she'll grow tired of you and seek brighter horizons. Finer places. Better men.
"You alright there?" Eunbi asks.Â
You envy her for a lot of thingsâher charm, her easy way of making new friends, those legs that sheâs worked hard to tone. But right now, youâre jealous because she isnât privy to all those things that run in your mind about wanting to do things to her. Stupid things like hold her hand, tell her something you shouldnât, the works.
Jealousy wonât amount to anything, so you just nod. It's not like there's much to say that you won't be embarrassed of saying later.
"Wellâ"
Just in time, the kind vendor raises two eomuks from the bubbling broth. The delicious scent makes your mouth water. "There you go," he says in his usual jolly way that always makes you laugh. "Congrats on the graduation!"
"Thanks!" Eunbi says, always the first to be grateful. She takes hers and the aforementioned dimple on her cheek shows itself again. Your chest squeezes.
"Don't forget me when you're rich." His jovial face almost looks sentimental. "One for the gentleman and one for his girlfriend."
Your smile fades into a nervous line. "She's not my girlfriend," you say carefully.
It's more embarrassing each time you have to say it. Are you too close with her? Probably; your arm is always around her and she's one of the few consistent friends you have. She's been by your side longer than anyone. People are gonna think somethingâs going on along the way.
The vendor nods mockingly, as if to say âyeah, sure,â and winks at Eunbi. She winks back, but fails to halfwayâher left eye scrunches up.
"Don't listen to him," you tell her. You walk away from the crowd; it's suddenly begun to feel warmer than usual. "He likes to play around a lot. Even in first year he was like that.â
âEh. It's not like he said anything bad.â She sinks her teeth into the skewered food and shrugs.Â
"It's invasive."
"Invasive," she repeats thoughtfully, (chewing thoughtfully, too.) âOkay. But how?â
"Because⊠âcauseâŠ" Suddenly, you find there's no appropriate reason you could dream up to justify your uneasiness. "It's, you know, strange when people do that."
âI donât mind, honestly.â
You find that you swallow on nothing rather than the delicious treat youâre holding.
The place becomes too much, with the heated smoke eventually making Eunbi hack a cough and the sweaty people surrounding you more than they should. So you squeeze between them with her and go on for a resolute walk down the road. Just a few blocks up ahead, you can see the sun setting. It reflects back and pours a hefty amount of light on your figures. Your shadows synchronize with your steps.
âYou donât?â you ask, just to make sure you heard her right. The possibility of her being so comfortable with you that she isnât bothered to be called yours⊠itâs a lot to handle. She shouldnât just place that on your shoulders and expect you not to buckle.
Try to keep your knees from folding at the idea as you walk down the familiar streets. The roads reside in a subdivision that's humbler than the others, hence the houses being small and more trees standing above you. But you don't mindâyou need a break from the urban place anyway.
Your university stays a little near the border between them. That's why more street food stalls come up to view and a few thrift stores. Is this the last time you'll come here?
The last time you'll see her?
âNo. Why would I? Alright, now that weâve got things all nice and settledâŠâ Eunbi takes your wrist. Tightly. She's not going anywhere, and neither are you. âBack to telling.â
âTelling you what?â
âYou really wanna play dumb with me?â She presses the point of her skewer to your stomach, seizing you by the waist. âGet those words out. Now.â
"Hit me."
"Two things, right? So answer me." Eunbi's fingers wrap tighter around your flesh. "Why were you crying in the bathroom? What happened?"
Oh.
That.
You're quiet. You look only forward, not daring to meet Eunbi's eyes. If anything, the stick could dig into your guts and it would be infinitely better than having to admit youâre weak. Youâll have to tell her one day. Youâll have to admit that youâre not a better guy just because youâre the only one who has the balls to approach herâyouâre just like the rest of them. Nothing special. Grades barely there. Average, probably not even so. Everything but nothing.
âI wasnât crying,â you say. You canât remember what happened anyway, but saying what you do leaves a bitter aftertaste in your mouth.
The eomuk stick drops to the ground with barely a click. âAre you lying?â
Itâs rare that her voice gets solemn. Itâs less rare that you rush behind words to cover yourself.
You fix the mortarboard on her head so that it doesnât slip past her brows. The staff didnât quite take her measurements properly, so you had to tip the cap backwards. Good enough. âThink you can figure that one out yourself, Eunbi.âÂ
You give her a look that tells her all that she needs to know. Itâs not like you can explain properly with this state of mind. What else can you say?Â
What else can she say?
Perhaps:
âPlease.âÂ
Everything stops.
Eunbi takes your hand, which looks large in comparison to her pale one, and traces a finger along your knuckles. Look down at themâthose are the days thatâll go by, the months thatâll lose themselves into the void of timeless time. It could never be the same if fate wills itself to change one of these days, and you wouldnât even know it. Not even a warning.Â
âItâs just me.â Her voice thins, and you figure out that sheâs sort of like you, too: itâs not rare for her to hide behind words and wit. âIâm your friend. You can tell me anything. Please tell me what happened, okay? I hate seeing you get upset.â
You wish you could tell her that itâs the same on your end. Eunbiâs the girl you let climb in your lap after a thunderstorm provoked her, the girl you comforted after she had her heart broken by the man she was convinced was the one. Through it all, you tried to be strong for her, but thereâs little foundation to build from.Â
The side of your mouth twitches upward. âDo you now?âÂ
Eunbiâs shoulders descend as they release a tired little sigh. She nods, refusing to say anything until you take the lead.
âWell, if you want to hear the whole story,â you say as you ring an arm around her, âI was already having a pretty shit day to begin with.â
âWhy?â She chews on her lip. Pink gets on her teeth.
âDidnât feel like I deserved to graduate.â
See, there are a lot of justifications as to why you didnât deserve to go on stage and receive your diploma. You arenât worthy of this toga and hat when youâve barely accomplished anything compared to the others. Theyâve already scored internships and some even sealed some higher positions in well-off companies. You, on the other hand, havenât got anything going on for you.
That rings true for as far back as first year. You cheated (rarely) but still barely passed. Studied but never got the answers right for the test. Kept a strong face but youâre still in pieces on the inside. Now that youâre graduating, youâre the same guy after all that time.
âI had a⊠very weird time in there trying to get myself together,â you say. âI did nothing to make mom proud. I just bullshit my way through college.âÂ
âDoesnât everyone?â Eunbi hums quietly. Is that her side pressed to your hip? You suck in a breath.
âI mean, sure, but look at how far they got. Iâm still in square one.â
âDifferent speeds for different people,â she says wisely, looking down at her shoes that begin their steps at the heel. âYou donât have to beat yourself up for going at your own pace.â
You chuckle deprecatingly. âWhen Iâm a dumbass, I should.â
âYouâre not.â
âYou literally admitted you had a hunch I was stupid when I thought your name was Geumbi.â
âNo, no, that was a long time ago. I was like, fourteen. It wasnât my fault. And neither was it yours.â
She steals a bite from your food. A withdrawal from her as she finishes her robbery and yet you bring her back. Do it by stopping, then wiping away the broth on her lower lip with your thumb. Where did that come from?Â
Eunbiâs frozen. For a moment, she says nothing. She pauses, then looks up at you. Just a simple look from her makes you weak. There are galaxies in her eyes.
âActually,â says Eunbi, hand floating to your wristâher voice is soft, âyouâve got to stop thinking everythingâs your fault.â
Where should your touch go when all it yearns for is hers?
It's easier said than done, too. Therapy fills your brokenness yet it drains out anyway. All those methods and you can't stick to one. Everything bad that happens is your fault. It's like you're connected to them all.
âIâll try." Your words barely pass audibility. Should you be ashamed? "I donât like this either.âÂ
Eunbi presses her lips to the back of your hand then goes on strolling like she didnât just save you from another spiral. Haughtiness rides her tone. Yep, she knows sheâs your anchor. âYou can start by carrying your own bag instead of me doingââ She pauses. All the sass is gone; just pure fear. âShit.â
Your forehead creases and you look around. Nothing out of the normal, just the birds of seldomness and trees that sway with the wind. âWhat?â
âDonât be mad at me.â Eunbi bites her lip anxiously. âPromise me. Please.â
âWhat is it?â
She tells you.
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âEunbi lost your backpack?âÂ
For the hundredth time: âYes.â
"Like actually?"
"Yep."
âWith the notes and sketches you had? What the hell?â
âGod, you donât have to rub it in like that.â You navigate through the streets and try to catch onto anyone perhaps holding a familiar satchel. Nobody fits the description. âWe didnât notice until we were alone.â
You and Eunbi do the very thing characters in horror movies shouldnât do: you split up. She returns to the food vendors to ask around. Theyâd cater better to a face like that. Youâre left to do the hard work and follow random people to see if theyâve brought away a bag. You really should have reversed roles, but Eunbiâs gone now. You canât call it off.
The crowds are starting to dissipate, but that doesnât make your hunt for your bag easier. Whoever stole it must have thought it was his lucky day. That shit was thrifted off a store, but it could sell for thousands if refined just right.Â
All those documents, lecture takeaways, pencilsâŠÂ
Itâs not like they matter anymore. You wouldnât dream of going back to school, so they wonât have much use in the long run. But those things played a major part in your life, especially in college. Losing it feels like missing a piece of a puzzle you spent nights completing.
âThatâs so damn irresponsible of her. Not like her, too. She's a fuckingââ
ââadult. Like me. Yes. Weâve gone over this.â
You must look like a local pervert right now, peering at peopleâs lower sides in search of your treasure. You hope they donât get you wrong. Women are already giving you dirty looks though. Shit, youâre going nowhere with this.
âYou donât have to defend her every time she does something,â mutters your friend Sakura from the other line. Her accent has lost its origins a long time ago. Now, it carries teasing scorn.
Where the fuck could your bag be? Turn your head to the right, then to the left. There you go, youâre a fucking bobblehead doll. Feel even more ridiculous. Itâs all a little humiliating, exposing a vulnerability to people you donât know. Hey, look at me! I canât find something important! And I canât ask you for help because that would mean Iâm a shameless piece of shit with no dignity and Iâm too childish to graduate andâ
âIâm not defending her, Miyawaki,â you blurt out, a little louder than youâd like. More dirty and judgmental looks. Always the centerpiece, you, and for all the wrong reasons. âGo back to gaming, can you?â
âHa. Youâre the one who called me and said, âOh no, Iâm with Eunbi again and Iâm so in love with her!ââ Sakura lets out a smug little laugh. âJust ask her out, dumbass. That way you wonât have to play attorney all the time.â
âIâm not asking her out, dumbass. She's just a friend.â
âAsk her out or Hyewon will. Hyemâll say shit like, âShe can lose my bag anytimeââ
âHey.â Eunbi comes up empty-handed. Her words are heavier with each passing fragment. She doesnât have to say them for you to know her search was fruitless, just like yours was. âIâm sorry, I didnât see it. I asked around, too.â
Your hopes are dashed. âCall you back,â you whisper into the phone.
âTell me how the date goes!âÂ
With a small beep, Sakura is gone, (thankfully.) (And so is her song about you and your best friend sitting in a tree doing something so lewd you could only spell it out.) Itâs just you and Eunbi, in the gentle end-of-September sunset.Â
âNow, would you look at that.â Eunbi laughs sarcastically. Sweat usually drips from the side of the face, right? Not the front? She throws her hands up and places them back down her sides anyway. âI guess I did lose the bag after all.â
Somethingâs wrong. What is it?
You stare at her, not knowing what to say. It is kind of ironic in a biting-you-back-in-the-ass way that Eunbiâs kidding threat about losing your stuff actually came true.Â
âYou sure you didnât see it anywhere?â you ask. Youâre starting to lose determination. And for what? You did say you didnât give a damn about it earlier. How easily your words come to you when you only think of yourself.
âW-wellââÂ
Yep, there's definitely something wrong. Kwon Eunbi doesnât stutter. Unless sheâs mocking Minju, whoâs almost always nervous, or does aegyo as a punishment, she doesnât trip over her words. âWhat?â
âFuck it, Iâm sorry, okay?âÂ
Tears come too easily even to the gutsy Eunbi. Itâs always been her Achillesâ heel. Sheâs a great and friendly leader, but one nice word that hits her right where it needs it or a bad day has her reduced to sobs. She smiles through them, wiping the teardrops with the end of her wrist.Â
âAnd donât tell me itâs fine just because Iâm crying,â she says. The frustration gets to her and soon her sobs attract attention. âIt was, a-a shitty thing to do on my end. I know itâs not okay, but Iâm sorry.â
Sheâs a tearful painter of emotions under a night littered with starry skies.
She doesnât have to hold the brush for the two of you all the time.
Take the brush from her just like how you take her into your arms. Eunbi says not to absolve her of her sin, but youâre a god whose mercy merges with bias. You like her too much. Thereâs something that pulls at your chest whenever she breaks down.Â
The tension partially leaves her stiff shoulders. She sniffles, and itâs an attack straight to your heart. Itâs so rare that she becomes so weak.Â
âEunbiââ
She shakes her head before you could go on. âDonât say it. Please. Let me make it up to you.â
âIâll say it anyway. Itâs fine. I canât use the stuff in there anyway.âÂ
âI said no. Hmph.â Her tears blot the front of your shirt. âIâm sorry, I didnât know I would cry like this. Don't feel guilty, okay? Okay? I just donât like giving you a hard time.â
âYou never could.â Youâd trade more than a backpack for Eunbiâs wellbeing.
Somehow, Eunbi cries more. Her hug circles your waist in almost a chokehold, and you realize that the Kwon Eunbi from years backâthe one who made everyone call her Madison, the one whoâs always glued to your sideâis still here. Sheâs just older, a little braver, and prettier than you could ever imagine.
Emphasis on the last. Her lashes carry her tears in a biblically beautiful manner, like you ought to kneel and venerate her. The southward curl of her lips is so cute yet painful that youâd give anything to see them lift again.
âYou donât have to say I didnât do anything wrongâŠâ she tells you quietly. You could hear the guilt infecting her words, evident in the cracks of her voice.
âWell.â You touch your mouth on her hairline. âYou have a way of making me say it.â
Thereâs no mourning for your bag. You suspect that there was none at all, perhaps just shock? Must be why youâre cradling her, like a child would to a doll at night, and letting her feel your touch. Maybe the way sheâs closing herself into your embrace is platonic, because at the end of day, youâre still friends. But you donât feel her breath on your skin for a while after you indirectly forgive her.
Eunbi lifts her face from the comfort of your front. Pouting, she then laughs a little. âWhat are you doing? You donât have to be so sweet.â
âI could be sweeter,â you offer. She sighs loudly, tired of your mischief; you grin and pat the small of her back. âCome on, letâs go home.â
The night has downed the temperature, and now the breeze whips her small form back and forth. Itâs too cold for her to be walking with no sleeves or at least trousers. So you lift your toga up and slip it around her. Itâs bigger than the one she had and lost with your bag. Her hands barely fight their way out of being hidden under the long blue sleeves.
Her eyes reduce to suspicious slits while a smile pastes itself on her lips. âYouâre a flirt, you know that?â
You shrug casually. âBorn and raised.â
âThatâs not how you use it,â Eunbi says, wiping the last of her tears.Â
"Might as well go on. I opened the can of worms, now I'll lie in it."
"Jesus."
"What? I made my bed more than I could, now I'll eat it."
âWow, itâs like you never listened to professor June.â
Wasnât it just afternoon a few minutes ago? The sky has become a blueish black landscape. The only sources that provide illumination to the streets and alleys are the streetlights and moon, plus the twelve especially bright stars etched into the map of constellations.
âOkay, miss Oh My Gadnis,â you fire back. She gives you a dirty look. You immediately take it back.
She throws her head back and lets darkness take over her vision for a while. Gulp. The light welcomes itself back and she lets out a prolonged, wistful breath. Tiny sobs glaze it. âItâs Minjuâs fault. She was always shouting that in the dorm. Makes me kind of miss her.â
In the last years of university, Eunbi made friends with eleven girls. She was the leader of their friend group, the one who made plans and provided solutions. But as graduation crept closer and eventually caught up with them, she wonât be seeing them much again.Â
âI can always drive you to your meet-ups. Didnât get a driverâs license for nothing.âÂ
âYou donât have to. I already fucked up your day.â
âYou didnât. Itâs just a bag, little raindrop.â
The chilly atmosphere tracks your nighttime conversation with your best friend. What do the songbirds, sleeping yet eavesdropping, think of you and her? Does the moon brighten to increase your shadows? Itâs like theyâre listening in.Â
She looks down at the edges of her shoes as they mark their path to home. âWhat brand was it? Iâll buy you a new one. I-Iâll send the notes to you.â
âNo can do. Just do this one thing.â
And now, the night quiets.
When time has chipped away at the lack of lines on your faces and brought forth hell, youâll be there. Together. You wonât go back here anymore, but there will be prettier places for you and her. Itâs what you pray for though youâre not all that spiritual, but you know itâs what you want.
âLetâs⊠be friends until weâre old and miserable,â you ask of her. Even admitting that you want to be with her makes you shy, and youâre anything than that when youâre around her. So why is this happening? Why are you doing this? âSpend more time together. Doesnât have to be something grand.â
Eunbi blinks at you. There are undertones to your words, some kind of hidden message a veteran film critic could pick apart if your life were a movie. Youâre asking her to be with you, yet thereâs depths to it, almost like youâre telling her another thing.Â
âSure,â she whispers, nodding. She can do that.
Again, a lot of subtext. But thatâs for another night.Â
âOh,â you add, âand be my backpack since you lost it anyway. Get up.â
Eunbi flinches, but sheâs smiling the second you lower yourself for her.Â
âCome on. Youâre tired, little raindrop. Iâll take you home.â
She sighs. She climbs on your back anyway. You support her legs with your forearms and boost her up. You pay your gratitude to the dark for hiding your flushed cheeks at the feeling of your friendâs body pressed so tight to yours.
âPlease donât do silly shit,â she begs, placing her face next to your neck and fearing the worst.
Sheâs right to be frightened. Lowering yourself nearly to the ground in preparation, you yell: âHere comes the rollercoaster!â
âNo, no, noâahhhh!â
You zoom Eunbi in the night, feet picking up speed and racing through the road. Her arms are rounded around your neck. She shrieks in delight, and while along the way your legs start to ache, youâre just glad to hear that laugh again.Â
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Gently push the door to your house open with the help of Eunbi's keys, which come with a keychain of a knitted rabbit. Darkness greets you, spreading itself around the house like water.
âWhy is it so dark?â whispers Eunbi, looking around and twisting her arms around your neck tighter.Â
âYouâre such a baby," you chuckle. "It's nighttime, of course it's gonna be dark."
Eunbi whines and squeezes her legs around you. The feel of her fluffy thighs in the curve of your palmsâit's⊠something. You can't think like that about her when she's your best friend, but she's so close, so perfect on top of you that your mind runs with ideas.
"Alright, fine. Turn on the light."
"Where?"
"Youâve slept over so many times and you don't know where it is?"
"Doesn't count when I can't see, genius."
"Right here." Twist your head to the wall, where a light switch stays. "Just near the door."
Eunbi reaches out her hand, and you're cohorts with the dark when you secretly inch the fluff of your sleeve against her fingers. She screeches, suddenly struggling, calling your name and whoever Fuck is.Â
This is the way of your prank backfiring on you: her limbs are surprisingly strong that her feather-light weight becomes too much. Your legs start to shiver. Your hands werenât made to suffer this much wildness.
"Something touched me!" Eunbi screams, kicking you in the spine. You try to hold on to her but her legs don't behave. "A mouse, a mouse, aâ"
You start to laugh. She's like a proactive rabbit trying to beat you up. "Calm down, it was justâ"
"My hand, it touched my hand! Disgusting piece of shit, get it offâ"
"Eunbi!"Â
She both clings onto you and pushes you away, scared of what lurks in the dark. You can't take it anymore and drop miserably to the floor. The tiles knock your back out. Eunbi wonât let go of you; her screams never stop.
"Help! My handâ"
"What's going on here?"
The light flickers on, letting you see what's happening. You're in the living room that connects portallessly to the dining room. The ceiling generates dizzy circles above you. And then there's Sakura, an unexpected presence, standing near you.
"Whoa there," she remarks, smug like sheâs a journalist who caught a forbidden celebrity couple. "There's a time and place for this, right?"
For a moment, you wonder what she's talking about. You sit up and realize Eunbi's squeezed herself on your lap, with your arms tangled into hers during the mess.Â
Flush red. Sakura will never let you hear the end of this: you cradling Eunbi on the floor, with her looking so comfortable snuggled up to your touch. âSomething couple something something perfect for each other,â that's what Sakura would say.
"It was just a prank," you mumble to the girl on your lap. Pat her head. Show her the fluffy fabric cuff of your sleeve. "See? There's no mouse."
"What the hell? You're such an asshole!" Eunbi's blade-sharp gaze, it cuts through you. You want to keep bleeding, It's unfair how pretty she is even when she's angry.
"Hey, I can do pranks, too." Turn to Sakura, because the next thing you're wondering is how she's here. "How did you get in, Miyawaki?"
"I drove," she says, like it explains everything. "Should we eat? Your dad left some food in the microwave."Â
Eunbi turns shy at Sakura's knowing look as she rises. She pulls you up. The veins in her forearm flex.Â
Sakura leaves anyway to fetch the food. You can smell spring rolls and freshly-cooked rice. Your stomach churnsârunning with Eunbi on your back has burned all that eomuk and left you hungry.Â
You look at Eunbi questioningly. "Do you know why she's in my house?"
"No.â She returns your curious expression. âI was hoping you would tell me."
âChrist, what's she doing here?"Â
"I'm here," butts in the Japanese girl, bringing forth a plate of crispy rolls and utensils, "because I personally want to help Eunbi unnie in making it up to you.â
She takes the liberty of scooping chunks of rice onto your plates. You dig your fork through one of the spring rolls, place it on Eunbiâs small plate, then get one for yourself. The wooden image of Jesus on watches you closely. Youâre suddenly aware of every little sin youâve made.
âListen,â says Sakura, and you do just that.
So hereâs Sakuraâs brilliant idea, funded by her and her friends (somehow, Eunbi doesnât get to contribute a cut): a trip for Christmas.Â
Itâs out in Seoul, where itâs snowing at that time of the year, where youâll get to roam the city and buy whatever you wantâall on the house. Thereâs ice skating to do and restaurants to try, each new and exciting. Youâve never been to Seoul before, but the way Sakura narrates the whole plan makes you look forward to it.
She talks about how her new job is paying her great, and how the fact that the other girlfriends Eunbi has are chipping in makes it an all-in-all win. Itâs a friendâs duty, she says, to stick up for when one of them is down, and since Eunbi made a mistake, sheâll gladly take the blame. Youâre surprised at how dedicated the girls are. Youâve never seen a bond so deep that theyâd pay thousands just for compensation. And for just a thrifted old bag, too.
Itâs inevitable that you agree. You have nothing to lose. This is a chance of a lifetime, and youâd love to have a vacation anyway.Â
Sakura only has one stipulation:
You have to go with Eunbi.
-
Now itâs not that Eunbi is hard to be around, but she kinda is. Itâs not in the usual wayâsheâs your best friend, not any other girl, and sheâs not overly dependent that you have to act as her father or something. She can take care of herself, which canât be said about a lot of people.Â
But this is what sets you off: youâll be the only one with her in Seoul. A guy and a girl sharing a hotel room. Would it be awkward? Of course. How do you tell her that you wonât look when she dresses up? What do you tell her if you find her bra in your sheets?
Still, sheâs your best friend. It shouldnât be awkward around friends, especially when youâre on the journey of spending more time together. Thatâs the whole point of the relationship: to be free and careless around someone. Itâs supposed to be like that until you see how pretty she actually is, with the flow of her long hair and the crinkle of her eyes.
Thatâs where it gets difficult. Really, really difficult.
âHey,â she says, and thatâs what breaks your reverie. Looking up at her, however, has you drowned in another.
Black-framed glasses sit on her nose, curling at the ends behind her ears. Her hair is pulled up into a ponytail, some fringes flying free from the band. Itâs such a deadly attack. Then thereâs the graphic shirt that hugs her too tight and the denim shorts that cut too close to the starts of her thighs.Â
You gulp. When you thought Eunbi couldnât get prettier, she proves you wrong.
âYou like it?â she asks. She twirls around. âI got glasses.â
âI see that,â you reply. Why is your chest immoveable?Â
Eunbi grins. âI couldnât say that until I went to EO.â
You force out a laugh. You look at your phone, scrolling through your feed in search of a little reprieve from how pretty she is. At this point, itâs a constant run around your mine: Kwon Eunbi is so pretty. And sheâs not just pretty, too. Thatâs what makes her so beautiful: the duo of feistiness and painful attractiveness. Can you say that? No. But that doesnât mean you canât think it.
The first thing Eunbi does when she takes the seat opposite you is swipe a finger through your ice cream. Glare at her. She beams at you. Your reprimand dissolves.Â
âHowâd you know where I was?â
âLucky guess,â she says. She decorates the sides of her face with her palms as she looks at you curiously. âWhat you thinking about?â
You. âIâm still not sure about the whole trip thing.âÂ
"Come on," she says, and that pout knows how to break away at your attempts to ever hold her accountable for anything. "It's only weird if you make it weird."
Weird is fitting for October anyway. Should have ordered that Halloween special instead of this.Â
You were a solo customer in the ice cream parlor until Eunbi came out of nowhere. She always knows where to find you. Telepathy? Power of friendship? Power of something more than that?Â
You don't want to think about it.
"It's Sakura," you say, testily, as you shove another spoonful of double dutch in your mouth. The sweetness can't melt your anxiety. "It's always weird when it's Sakura."
Eunbi considers this. "What about when itâs me?"
âWhat?â
âI said: is it weird when itâs me?â
Sheâs clever at finding ways to make you stutter. âNo,â you tell her quickly, âitâs not you, I promise. Just⊠itâs only us.â
You and Eunbi, alone in a hotel room. A straight man and woman in the same place, with nobody else around. You have fantasies about how it ends, but you know it'll never happen. But the thing is: you're stupid. You're going to do something you shouldn't, like watch her as she pulls long stockings over her legs. Think about more details than the shadow of her body on the glass shower panels let on. Want your best friend when it's everything you should never do.
âIs that so bad?â Eunbi sighs and looks around, thinking. As she takes in the jolly retro style of the parlor and the waitresses, she continues, âI mean, if you want to, I can find another way to, like, make things good. I can tell Sakura to call it offââ
âNo!âÂ
She looks at you surprisedly. Always, you speak before you think. To be fair, thereâs a single thought behind your too-fast outburst: you canât let this opportunity pass by. But rather than the grand city lights and expensive restaurants, you think about her.Â
You cover your mouth. Shit. You have no worries about fucking up in front of her. The worst thing sheâd do is make a reference to it in future conversations or joke about it. But right now youâve just revealed your true intentions.Â
Youâre lucky Eunbi never takes things to heart.
âOkay, fine, geez.â She chuckles lightly, shaking her head at you. âYou really need a vacation, huh?â
The only thing you need is silver rain, but you somehow always wield an umbrella.
-
âDo you like it?â
Itâs what Eunbi says, on her knees before she sucks your tip. Groan you must because that tongue is too talented. Itâs a skill you could only make faint guesses where it originated. For that, you donât care anywayânot when sheâs slipping and wrapping those perfect lips around your cock, the intent suction making you reel into her face. Almost knocks her specs away, and you wouldnât want that to happen, would you? Her appeal just goes to an all-time high with them.
âFuck, yes, Eunbi,â you say. âI loveââ
âNo. Now that I think about it, you donât actually get to speak.â She teases your testicles and nurses on one, her hand attending to your stiff erection. âNot until I have my way with you.â
And she does. She switches back to your cock then, like an expert, she bobs her little head up and down, taking you in her throat like it was nothing. The chest of her tight shirt is stained with precum, and some of the foretelling liquid is in her hair. But when has she cared about that? Never, not in the time continuum of this room. She only likes to keep the propriety of servicing you, no matter how red her knees are or how sore her jaw gets.
Eunbi teases her tongue on the lower side of your cock then brings her lips up. You hiss. Her throat welcomes you again, and, with a hand on your thigh, she makes it work. Sheâs choking, and yet the clever little thing is so diligent with her work. Through choke and sob, those teary eyes looking up at you for validation, she continues. Spit dots your cock and so does lipstick. Itâs smudged at the side of her chin.
She licks your cockhead repeatedly. Itâs swollen, and she takes advantage of it by licking. And sucking. Then licking it again so rapidly you start to shake.
Thereâs a greedy glimmer in her tears. âGonna cum?â she asks. âPlease? I want you to.â
Fingers wrapping around your base, she goes down again. Her nose touches your pubic area. You can feel her hot breath tickling your flesh when she rises for a brief and subtle breath. Then it repeats: Kwon Eunbi is forcing her head up and down, lips wet with saliva and precum. The texture of her tight throat and the welcoming pleasure of her mouth brings you too close. Too damn closeâ
Fill her throat with white so much that she squeals in surprise. A little adorable giggle, then some more hardworking sucking to work your cum out of you. You want to tell her that youâve become too sensitive, that she shouldnât continue. But then you never want it to stop.
âFuck! Eunbi, Eunbi, Eunbiââ
Thatâs what you say when she continues despite her breaths getting lost.Â
âGood girl. Good pretty girl.â
Thatâs what you say, with your hand on her ponytail, tugging it so she gets access to the oxygen she willingly deprived herself of. Her mouthâs filled with your semen. Sheâs gasping. Her chinâs lifted to the sky but her eyes gaze only at you. Your approval isnât what she needs to get by solely, but god, does it make her think so.
âI love you.â
Thatâs what she says.
But like everything elseâthis blowjob that made you fail Novemberâs challenge, the sweet talk, her on her knees, her actually liking youâ
It could only ever be in your imagination.
-
December couldnât come any sooner. Packing was an eventful occasion. You bunched up a lot of underwear in your carry-on like you had a habit of pissing yourself. It was only when you got to the airport that you realized that in all the rage to get clean underwear, you didnât bring socks.
The twenty-third was a day you both dreaded and yearned for. But then youâre in the airplane, traveling through clouds you used to stare up at, and Eunbiâs beside you. Isnât she always? She falls asleep a couple of times in the airport, head on your shoulder, and you pat her knee to slumber her. Her Sanrio neck pillow is of no use when youâre a better one.Â
Why can't you stop staring? She's been a tear in your heart for a long time, making it pulse and ache, but now she's gotten so much prettier, so much more friendly that it isn't really unexpected that you fall for her. Is that your confession to yourself? Perhaps. You could only ever say it to your own heart.Â
Picture this, (and, matching that of the many other scenes youâve dreamed of her in, it would only be real for a while): Eunbi's wearing that shirt from the day she first sported glasses. On your lap. Looking at you with an aura any man with a heterosexual drawing could read. Hands on the edges of her knees.Â
She's leaning over, and she's sayingâ
"That little witch,â she spits, shoving her carry-on, âI can't believe we fly at seven and we had to be here at two a.m., I'm gonna kill Sakura!"
Close enough?
"You got a mouth on you, huh?" you remark. Pull her wheeled suitcase to the mouth of the plane.
Seoul is a paradise. You could see the greatness even from above. A couple of times you have Eunbi wake up to look, and she does. Her evident happiness shines brighter than the city lights.
"It's beautiful," she murmurs excitedly. Even her eyes that are heavy with sleep appreciate the view.
"So it is."
But you could think of other things that are prettier. Other people.
It's autumn, and the golden leaves are starting to fall. They crumple beneath your feet and release crackles that bring a strange sense of satisfaction. Step on another one. And another one. Somehow all your troubles are gone.Â
Look at her.Â
Sheâs reading from a book, paging through leaves containing yellowed words. She looks like a nerdy girlfriend with the new look, which you still havenât gotten over. In any case, sheâs so beautiful, and again, your heart is sore.
Eunbiâs deep into the story woven with Shakespearean words, but she catches your prolonged stare. Blinking, she lifts her head. Smiles. Cocks her head sweetly to the side and you swear she canât look any better than this: long dark hair swaying âround her face and glasses making her more adorable. Says, âWhat ya lookinâ at, handsome?â
Yeah, all gone.
Eunbi loves playing around with nicknames, and she must think youâre vain enough for her to use that when she wants to rile you up. (She does.) You roll your eyes, and she laughs at her own ridiculousness and your attempt to be dismissive.
âSomeone whoâs prettier than ever,â you reply. Raise your chin. âYou know her?â
âYou really love me, huh?âÂ
âNever said it was you.â
âOh, darling.â Eunbi licks her lip. âI know itâs me.â
Well, shit.
Eunbiâs the only girl you know who could respond to your teasing. The only person, for that matter. Even the men start to back away. Sheâs the sole person who can handle you, and you yourself could barely handle her. Good friends donât suddenly lose their breath when she gets near. Good friends donât think of ever, ever crossing that borderline between platonicness and romance.
So itâs safe to say youâve been a bad friend all along.
âSince youâre, like, so obsessed with meâŠâ Eunbi rises and hands you her phone. The phone case is redâof course. âTake a picture of me, please?â
She rises from the bench, and you wince inside at how good she looks. It should seriously be prohibited to look that attractive. You've tried to keep your head clear of her, but then she stands up in those teeny tiny safety shorts, fucking hugging her thighs and that supple backside. Why did she choose to go in that? Not even a skirt to go with it, or dress pants? Youâre not one to nitpick at what others wear, but you feel something stirring inside you when she dresses more freely.
And redâit just looks so good on her, doesn't it? That simple tight sweater has you begging for forgiveness. You'd go to a priest, confess your sinful yearning, and you don't think that he'd forgive you after how you describe it.
"Will do," you say, chewing on your lip. "Get to posing. We don't have all day."
"Not to burst your bubble," she tells you, " but we do. But I'm a good girl, so I'll do as you say."
Swallow. Why the fuck is she like this?
"You sure as shit aren't, little rainâ"
She bends over.Â
The question repeats in your head. She bends over, (forward anyway), but if any shameless man were to walk behind her, they'd get an eyeful of her butt. You want to tell her she shouldn't do this, especially when her bottoms grip her thighs as a sole factor. But she's holding her bag in the edges of her fingers and angling her head to the side, and you know youâre over.
"âdrop."
Eunbi smirks, haughty and proud. "Cat got your tongue back there?"
"Not even close. Give me a smize."
Proud of yourself for recovering quickly, you snap a photo of Eunbi. The look she gives the camera (you?): relaxed brows, slight pout, the black eyewear being the cherry on topâit's not easy baggage to carry for a man like you.
You put the phone down. Take a breather; you always have to when you're with her. Kwon Eunbi, national heart player. Kwon Eunbi, number one prank puller. Kwon Eunbiâ
âyour friend. Your best friend.Â
"What's wrong?" All that confidence evaporates from her as she walks up to you, concern taking its place.Â
She can be really scary sometimes. How could she be a flirt one second then a sweetheart the next? You're kept guessing, and you're guilty for liking girls like that. But as you study her, look at Kwon Eunbiâher hair and the band that sits atop it, her lips, her faceâyou kind of figure out that there's no other girl like her.Â
And that scares you.
"Nothing," you lie. "You wanna go get coffee or something?"
"Actually," she states seriously, rising, "I do wanna go get coffee or something."
-
The twenty-fourth. The malls are crowded with people buying last minute presents, so you and Eunbi sat on the bench outside. It might be Seoul, but youâre not fighting your way through a crowd. While you stayed there and waited for time to feel wrong, a rich woman mistook you for a beggar, pitied you, and gave you a coin. As you stared at the bust on the metal, Eunbi laughed so hard you were not totally uncertain that she was going to throw up.
"We should leave," Eunbi says, "before someone tries to bring you to a damn church basement."
And the scene repeats itself again: you talk with Eunbi, like you've done a million times, as you go to your home for this night and the next. You talk about everything, because conversations come so easily when it's her. Whether it's about stupid people or school or what happened that day, the words flow naturally.Â
Eunbi bites her lip, hands on her hips. "It's getting late."
"That a problem for you?"Â
"No. Nope. It's just that⊠I can't believe it's going to be Christmas tomorrow."Â
Christmas lost its spark back when you got into college. You've graduated and still you find no solace in the stockings and evergreen trees. Schoolâoh, its deadlines, its pressure, its it-won't-matter-in-five-years-but-I'll-make-you-think-it-will papersâreally ruined things for you. Forever.Â
She drags her vision around everything: the sky of stars, the roads that are just a bit cleaner than the ones at your home, the claw machine arcade just across the sidewalk. She goes there, and you follow. Donât you always?
"Itâs Christmas and we're here," she continues. She manages a snortle. "Doesn't your dad feel lonely? I know mine does."
"He likes you, Eunbi. He doesn't mind."
You pull out a bill and slip it into the old exchanger. Sure enough, tokens spill from the gap. Count them in your palm. Divide it between the two of you. You and Eunbi always share, no matter how hard you try to make it seem annoying. You only ask for one drink and one straw. You split rice balls from that trip in grade eleven when your parents forgot to give you allowance for lunch, up until college when the two of you were too broke to eat anything else. Whatâs yours is Eunbiâs, and whatâs Eunbiâs is yours.
"What first?" She studies the old arcade. It's filled with machines that are either anciently old or freshly new. No owner patrols the areas, but instead, a CCTV does so mounted perfectly on the corner of the walls. It watches your every move, reminding you to behave.
"Wanna get a Piglet?"Â
âA what?â
âA Piglet. You know, the one who looks like an armadillo.â
âWhat the fuck is an armadillo?â Eunbi says the English name with spite, almost spitting it into the ground.Â
âForget it. I mean like the cartoon pig people say looks like you?â
"Oh. Nah. A good olâ vibrating egg for me." She thrusts a thumb into the glass of an 18+ claw machine, where it tempts the player with boxed sex toys and hentai copies.
Heat flares at your cheeks. Now itâs not that youâre thinking of it, but itâs Eunbiâs dirty jokes that make you think of stuff you shouldnât. Her on her bed, legs spread wide open as the toy pulses on her clit, her throwing her head back and cryingâŠ
"Spend my money wisely, please?" you croak out. Slip a token into one machine and start to crank at the lever.Â
"I'll be good."Â
Your hand curls tighter around the ball of the lever. You hate how you picture double meanings with everything she says. She doesn't deserve that. And you don't either.
Eunbi prances over to the Piglet machine anyway. You want to snicker at her antics, but it gets broken when you see her bend down. The jeans could only hug her backside so much. Her shirt lifts and you could see her tummyâthat flat, soft midriff that youâve wrapped your hands around when you guide her back on the occasion she runs too fast. Or when she needs to move away. She doesnât mind; she touches you more freely anyway. But you wonder if sheâd let you come up behind her and place your hands all over it, not as friends but as something more.
Because for a friend, she sure does take up a lot of your mind.
Put your focus on this keychain. Yes, this one. This keychain is cute. Would be nice to bring something home to your father. You guide the claw to the nearest one and slam the button. To your surprise, the metal actually hinges around the keychain. You could feel your soul lift up to your throat. It just needs to make it all the way to the holeâ
âShit!â you curse as the claw lets go. That canât be fair, right? It was doing so well, then it just spread open again. What a waste of time and money.
âLoser,â giggles Eunbi. She shows off a Piglet stuffie, pink and simpering.Â
âWow, really needed to hear that. Thanks, Eunbi.â
She lifts her shoulders. âHey, for what itâs worth: I just got lucky.â
Tokens become nothing to you. You try again and again for a prize to make it your moneyâs worth, only to end up with nothing. Eunbi scores a candy from the kidsâ section, and you could see her consider trying out the 18+ ones. The appeal of the Playboy magazines and the Japanese girls looking back lewdly at her with barely no underwear on is beguiling.
âDo you think I should try to get a dildo or something?â Eunbi asks, running her knuckles along the markered glass.Â
âYou donât even know if itâs clean.â Youâre leaning against the outside exchanger, staring into nothingness. But you always manage a little response for Eunbi, as absurd as her questions are and as wild your thoughts are about her. âYou might get an STD or some shit.â
Her face squeezes up in disgust. âEw, right. Forget it.âÂ
You feel her warm body press into your side later. Youâre still surprised even though the girl never leaves you alone. Then her head is on your shoulder, just like in the airport, and your heart surges. How do you deal with her? Pet her arm, and somehow she finds a way to sink deeper in your touch. She looks up at you and offers you a kind smile.
âI got you the keychain,â she says. She drops the Seoul keychain on the hand she forced you to open and looks away modestly. âSaw you sweating over it.â
âThanks.â You look down at it on your palm and feel warm inside. She really is so sweet. âAppreciate it.â
âYeah,â Eunbi replies quietly. âItâs the least I could do.â
She purses her lips tightly and exhales through her nostrils. Guilt floats in her face like a dark shadow.Â
âIf itâs about the bag, I already told you itâs okay. I mean, itâs just a bag.â
âSo? It means a lot to you.â
Your thoughts race with your words and win, forcing them out. âYou do, too.âÂ
Is she blushing? No. No, canât be. But sheâs stroking your palm with the keychain on it, a little tilt at the edge of her lips. Thatâs kind of close to that. Friends do this, right?Â
Her touch feels both foreign and familiar. You want to reel back and apologize for something you didnât do, but then you want to hold her. Make her happy. Is that alright?
âSpeaking of which,â she says pensively, staring into nothingness like you are, âwhat do you think happened to it?â
âThe bag? I dunno.â Bring back her attentionâeyes on meâby actually holding her hand. Sometimes you could be so brave. Toy with it, swinging your joined hands in the air then pressing them to your chest. You laugh at the suspicion clear on her face. âProbably in some lost-and-found counter. Or someone actually stole it and was like, âyep, hit the jackpot.ââ
âLike trouvaille,â she says.
âWhat?â
âTrouvaille,â Eunbi repeats. She breaks her gaze from the space on the road and looks down at her sneakers. âA lucky find.â
A lucky find.
Staring at her is your pastime at this point. Your focus glazes over her once more, and you drink her all up. Two locks of her hair are pulled and tied at the back, making her look absolutely gorgeous. Youâre lost in her eyes, like theyâre an ocean and youâre on a raft floating on its waves. And of course, those glassesâyouâre convinced they were made to make you want to do sinful things to her.
But the urge to sweep her in your arms takes over, and it outweighs your lust. Or are they equal? She looks so beautiful, yet so handsome. So pure and sweet, yet such a bombshell.
âForgive me, but I must reiterate.â She tilts her head with a silly little grin. âWhat ya looking at?â
Youâve figured it all out. You wonder why you were ever worried.
"Well," you lead a runaway lock of dark hair back behind her earlobe, "guess Iâm just lucky to have found you. Even if you're a nuisance."
Her eyes crease up into half-moons. "And I'm lucky to have met you."
"Even⊠?"
"Nothing after. Just that: I'm lucky to have met you."
You never meant to actually do it. But itâs become too silent, like the world is leaving the cards on your table to play. And thereâs her certain hold on your fingers, like she wants you to do it. Thereâs the birds tweeting as they gather into the trees for the night, waiting for the show of a lifetime. The stars, too, are bright tonight.
So who could blame you for nailing her to the claw machine and finally, finally kissing her? Her lips are as soft as they look, and youâre melting in them. Youâre still holding her hand, keeping it pinned up to her side. Your tongues come out to play and itâs so much better than you imagined, so much better than your stupid little fantasies. Your eyelids shut, too, because this is an experience you never want to end.
That collarbone will be the end of you. It peeks from the neckline of her shirt, and you suddenly have all the courage to seal your lips on it. If only you could have mustered the same courage back in college to socialize, but youâre glad you saved it all up for this moment. Eunbiâs moan is sharp, and it almost makes you falter, almost makes you stop. Nope, canât do that. When sheâs letting out all these other little sounds as you have your way with her, thereâs no way youâd let up.
âHmmmâŠâ Eunbi twists her head to the side and cries out. It unintentionally grants you access to her flawless neck. You leave some flaws: purple bruises she whines at, harsh open-mouthed kisses that trail saliva all over that pale skin. âI need to tell you something.â
You brush your mouth behind her ear. You can smell her faint perfume. âAnd that is?â
âI lied about wanting to get a drink.â She scoffs at her desperation, then sighs. She gives in either way. âI fucking hate coffee. Hate it. Hate it like a mother hates her firstborn. Or something. Just hate it, hate it, hate it.â
You shake your head. What an unfitting time to say that. Cradle her anyway. âThen why did you get some with me?â you ask.
âI-I donât know. Guess I just wanted to be with you.â
Wait, so what about all those times you invited her for a study session at the cafe? She had always ordered a latte. Has she been hiding that silly secret each second, just for a chance to hang out with you? To have your company?
You didnât know coffee would flatter you this much.
You pause. Does she like you? As much as you like her? You donât know. Youâre momentarily flustered. Step back and scratch the back of your neck, similar to a boy having been caught doing something wrong. Kissing your best friend is something wrong.Â
You shouldnât be doing this. A friendship between two heterosexual people of the opposite gender could stray to lengths that are both painful as they are excruciating if someone dared to touch the other. So, if you kissed Eunbi, who could predict the consequences? Chances are youâve ruined your friendship forever.
Then she grabs your waist and pulls you close. Kisses your chin âcause thatâs all she can reach and she can barely reach it at all. But it sends shivers down your knees.
âCome on,â she whispers breathily. âDonât be shy. Touch me.â
Foolish to stop and think. Your immediate yet hesitant reaction is to give her jawline one final kiss and slip your hands under her shirt.Â
âOh!âÂ
Alright, youâre a lot more confident now. You pull the cups of her bra down and start to squeeze. Itâs no secret that sheâs got a blessed bust, and now you get to feel it. Her nipples are hard in your palms and the flesh in your hold is just so soft. You could never get enough.
Eunbi laughs. Sort of; itâs kind of a moan, too. She lifts her chin to the sky as you knead and knead and knead. âH-how long⊠have you been waiting to do that?â
Itâs an achievement making her stutter. More stammering breaths leave her lips when you thumb her nipples. Press, thumb, pinch, repeat. Itâs how you find out sheâs just so damn sensitive, and of course youâre abusing that fact.
âYou donât want to know,â you reply, brushing your lips over hers.Â
She gasps. âAgain.â
âHuh?â
Eunbi kisses you. âKiss me. Like this. Again.â
Is anyone aware, by the way, that you are completely incapable of refusing her?
You kiss her, like she asked. She sighs happily, her tongue suddenly coming out to play. More sensations of softness are at hand, and now youâre battling for the upper hand with your tongue responding to her gestures.Â
Two can play this game. You slip your tongue through her lips and she sucks it, almost like sheâs aware of whoâd be controlling who. You force her up to the claw machine glass (plastic? Itâs pretty sturdy) so hard that your kissing isnât gentle by any means. Itâs leaving her breathless.
âYouâre⊠youâre good,â she hums, when you finally reward her with a break. âI wanted to be the first girl you did that to.â
The revelation definitely isnât linked to how hard youâre nibbling on her jawline. Her shuddering breaths are everything.
âActually,â adds Eunbi, âI wanted to be the first everything for you. First kiss, first love, first time. But you just had to date Hyewon, huh?â
âJealous?â
âNope. Never. Just, oh, donât stopââ Eunbi winces, ribbons her fingers through your own more. âOhâŠâÂ
Your tongue swirls on her neck. Meanwhile, your hands are busier. You squeeze Eunbiâs fantastic breasts so that her leg pulls you close. Your obvious erection pushes against her center. Her hips start to move, bringing herself closer to your rod and getting off on the feeling. Her little whines increase.
Then you remember something.
âHave to.â You retrieve your fingers from under her shirt. Regretfully. Fix her bra back on her.
Sheâs near tears. âNoâŠâÂ
âThereâs a CCTV, little raindrop. You wanna get arrested?â
Youâre out of breath. You pull the ends of her shirt down to hide evidence of the crime, though thereâs the camera witness to it, and try to lead her outside. She refuses to budge. Her glare is clear.
âIf that means you get to fuck me till Iâm begging and drooling,â she says solidly, âthen take me to court.â
-
You take her home instead.
She looks frail waiting at the glass doors as you purchase some contraceptives from the convenience store, almost whining when you take too long. How the fuck do they have lube, too? You buy that and all the contraceptives they have, because if you want to have Eunbi, you gotta do it fast and safe.
She manages to wait on the elevator, hand wrapped tightly around your palm. Then, when you get to the room, she pushes you down the bed as if she were actually taller and stronger. She truly is an actressâwasnât she just squirming impatiently not less than five minutes ago? Directors would look at her for sure, a face to remember among plain ones, and say, âOh, this is our trouvaille. This is whatâll make us billions.âÂ
But now, sheâs all yours. Your little trouvaille.
Thereâs pride in that.
âFuck. Canât wait to have someone like you.â She kisses you. Again. Another one to your chest. Sheâs a little greedy with the way she devours you. But youâll spoil her as much as she wants; curve your body up so her cushiony lips could have more. Your back is buried into the white sheets. âSomeone who is you.â
Grasp the small of her neckâher kisses are surprisingly passionate. "Wait,â you say, âyou're not a virgin?"Â
It doesnât bother you; just surprises you. Eunbiâs had a fair amount of suitors and boyfriends, and plenty looked too frail to even hold her hand.Â
"Virgin? Hell no," she replies, like itâs the most unbelievable thing sheâs ever heard. The center of her jeans grinds against the mountain in yours. She bites her lip. "Mmm. You think with all this hotness a dude would go, 'Oh, I only want to take care of her'?"
"I do want to take care of you," you murmur, caressing her waist.
"Oh?" A grin stretches on her face. Her teeth still trap her lower lip, and it makes your stomach tighten. Your jeans, too. "Tell me more."
âFor one,â you sit up and play with the belt loops on her pants, âIâd like to help you out of your clothes.â
âTypical,â she mutters amusedly. âBut Iâm not complaining.â
Eunbi continues grinding for long seconds that already feel like a taste of heaven, then rises. Her legs are jelly. You canât imagine how wet she must be, and to think youâd finally see exactly how. She undoes your zipper, and you in turn pull down hers. Your pants are a whirlpool on the floor. Itâs only when you roll on the condom and help her out of the shirt that you realize what sheâs wearing:
Calvin Klein, from bust to bottom. Her navel sits above the band of the underwear. Her midriff looks even more perfect bare. Flatness travels through its front until it swells largely at her breasts, which look heavy behind the gray bra. Her hair falls messily over her shoulders, a sea of wildness, and her smile is dorkier with those glasses.
âFuck.â Your Adamâs apple bobs. âEunbi...âÂ
âWill you?â she challenges.
You stand up and grab her ass to usher her closer, then kiss her. She smirks; she expected that to happen. Of course, the little devil, always getting her way. But you canât help but give and give and give; you turn your positions around, push her gently so that she lands on the bed, and continue to kiss her.
Silky legs curl around you. Behind the fabric, you could already feel how wet she is. Drive your hips up because the friction is too good. The wet spot of arousal on her underwear prods your clothed erection.Â
Eunbi screams loudly. Chastise her with a squeeze on her butt cheek. She yelps, and your lips land on her again. âEasy there.â
âI hate you,â she groans, slapping your arm impatiently. She whines when you poke her cheek. âGive it to me.â
âGive it to me what?â
Eunbi huffs. âYou want me to call you daddy on the first day? Really? I mean, thatâs fine, I can do that. But canât we dial it back?â
âYou watch so much porn that you forget basic politeness.â
âWow, hypocrite. Fuck youââ
âBaby.âÂ
That shuts her up. Your thumb caressing teasing rhythms on her face plays a big role, too. Her ears are pink at the ends and she genuinely looks shocked. No, not shocked. Canât be just that anyway. But that tiny pout pulling south at the ends and the tiniest of pants escaping it tell you what you have to know. You and Eunbi can communicate with just a look, and this one she gives writes to you a message of want.Â
âYou alright? Itâs okay, Eunbi. Baby.â Proud to have ruined all her feistiness, you tip her chin up. âI want you to say it.â
Wait, patiently. Itâll take time and youâre not one to rush. When she starts to talk again, her voice is barely above a whisper.Â
âPlease.â She nods and nods, like she was doing it just in case you started to doubt. âPlease fuck me.â
âGood girl,â you tell her. Youâve always wanted to. You can tell itâs the same for her.
You ease her out of her underwear and find her pussy prettily shaven, glistening wet. Light stickiness lines the insides of her thighs. Her lips down here are just as beautiful up there. You glide your fingers up and down between them, a choreography youâll never get tired of performing again. Your touch is light yet you manage to put your hand on and in all the right places.
Oh, well, barely in. But thatâs the fun of it; teasing Eunbi is a newfound hobby. In little time, itâs become your most favorite. Your touch is so light that when you edge the tips of your fingers inside, itâs already a lot to take. She lets out a humbled little growl, shoulders straightening. Mouth slacking. Thighs shuddering.
âNo, no, why does it feel soââ Her voice breaks. Her face squeezes up and sheâs crying out in strained, tiny sounds.Â
Your digits gently curl on the entrance of her pussy, touching her sore clit and making it throb with the stimulation. Eunbiâs lost count of the times sheâs done the exact same thing to herself: lying in her bed screaming out silently with only her hand to turn to. And now sheâs here, with you doing it for her.Â
Slip one finger inside, and even with that sheâs already so tight. You start to pump her, each driving her nearer and nearer to the headboard. Sheâs whining, like no, no, oh, please donât stop. You add another to hear it more.
âYou prick,â she squeals out, palm to her mouth. âIf you stop, Iâm gonna kill you. I swear, I swear, donât play around with me.â
âYouâre in no place to be making threats, Eunbi.âÂ
This is her punishment: a speed her little pussy canât take. Sheâs so tight that youâre already struggling. Trust that she is, too. Sheâs thrashing around on the bed, disheveling the sheets the staff oh-so-carefully fitted back. Hold her down so she gets to feel the force of your pace.Â
How did she manage to peek in your mind, collect all your fantasies about her, and act them out? Sheâs there, in her Calvin Klein underwear, shaking at your fingerfucking and flashing you the most needy looks from behind those glasses. Thatâs gotta come from somewhere. Watch the float of her tummy when you jam your fingers harder; the quiver in her arms when you part her legs more. Now youâre certain.
Because see, itâs how itâs all so frightening: Eunbiâs Eunbi, your best friend and someone youâve fallen in love with, and itâs the fact that you shouldnât be crossing the line. You shouldnât be fingering her with a madness of thousands when sheâs your friend. You shouldnât be touching and leading her on when sheâs your friend. You shouldnât beâ
But oh, you are.Â
Youâre doing it with the courage of someone who knows damn well what theyâre doing is wrong, and with no regrets.Â
âIn me.â Itâs not a suggestion. Itâs a command, veiled under a breathy tone. âNow.â
You pull your fingers out of her and lick them. You donât know if sheâs tangy or sweet or bitter, but you do know sheâs fucking delicious. âWhatever you say,â is your reply, because youâre always spoiling her.
Eunbi separates her thighs from one another. Your protected cockhead bumps against her clit when you approach. She flinches, but scurries herself near. She canât stop staring at you, your cock, your stomach. Everywhere. It makes you possess a kind of narcissistic theory that perhaps sheâs just as obsessed with you as you are with her.
Youâve never hoped this hard for a conspiracy to become true.
"Please." Eunbi's breath shortens, and she closes her eyes. Sheâs suddenly quiet, letting go of her harsh neediness. "Please rub your cock on me. On my clit. Without the condom."
Look at her throbbing nub and catch your breath. Barely. You run your fingers below the sensitive pearl. Then, on it. Under it, too, with little weight in order for the heat to circle around. "I don't know if we should, little raindrop."
"You can put it back on after, i-if you want." Her begging is borderline desperate. No wonder she isnât sassing you. "Iâm on the pill. Should have told you, Iâm sorry. But I just want to know what it feels like. Please?"
âAre you sure?âÂ
She nods. Not that you need it to know what she wants.
You unroll the condom. Her mouth waters, even more when you do as she says. Sheâs right to be curiousâit feels so fucking good that youâre afraid you have to put it on before you cum all over her. She whimpers quietly, the heat gathering in her clit and her legs suddenly tensing.
âGahââ Eunbi sobs and catches the side of her fist in her mouth. âOh god, please.â
âSeriously, youâre so cute when youâre desperate.â
âShut up,â she gasps. âJust put it in me.â
Sure you will, but you canât resist flicking your cock between her lips. Your tip teases her entrance and slaps her clit. Eunbi lets out a lengthy groan. It transforms into a girlish cry, and you kiss it all away. What you donât know is the moment you push yourself inside, no amount of petting would get her to quiet down.
So you do.
âYou are soââ Eunbiâs legs stretch out. They require an anchor, and youâre glad to act as one. You place your hands firmly on her thighs and start to push yourself inside the delicious tightness. Every time you try to push past the limits, her pussy only closes more around you. Sheâs all wet and aroused yet she remains so goddamned tight.
Sheâs slippery but firm in holding your cock inside that warm, wet hole. She has to stop tensing her stomach so that she wonât deprive you of her. Itâs hard to push, but one powerful thrust drives you all the way in, making it worth it after everything. She spreads her thighs more which gives you the chance to feel them, and youâre right for grabbing the opportunity. Grabbing her thighs, to be specific.
Each thrust helps spread her out. Youâre pushing her apart and forcing her limits to be taken down. Her pussy sleeves your shaft so well, so tight yet so perfect. You slam harder. Take in the beautiful imagery of Eunbiâs small cunt taking more than it could. Its hold is so enclosed that youâre required to guide her legs up to welcome your dick deeper.
âIâm seriously so angry at you,â she hisses out. She bears every drill with a pleasured face and a fist that chokes the sheets to material death. âHow did you not dick me down⊠all those years ago, huh? What a fucking tease, fuckââ
Make up for it by choosing a rocky pace. She wonât relax, and itâs straining you. Youâre so deep inside her yet you can tell thereâs more to excavateâher tensed body just wonât let up. Itâs like every time you roll your hips, her velvety walls close more around you.
âWell, I didnât know you were so tight,â you say, kissing her collarbone. Tiny nibbles here and there before you give it a lick. âIâm sorry, okay?â
âOh, youâre sorry? Then fuck me harder.â
Youâre terrible at apologies, but youâre sure sheâll forgive you this time. Your core releases a mighty strength in shoving between her open legs. Even that sexy Calvin Klein bra canât stop her godly tits from bouncing. Her glasses are lopsided while her vision goes loopy behind them.
Her cheeks inflate in labor as her lower body rises to greet you. Sheâs so adorable; it pinches your heart and leads your mouth down so you can kiss her shoulder and clavicle. See, youâre a good multitasker after all; you can destroy the heat in her center while worshiping her body. Itâs good practice. Question is: would there be more times to exercise it?
âThatâs it, yes,â Eunbi breathes out. Her hums of affirmation stutter even without her lips opening. âYou know what Iâve always imagined? Itâs this, itâs always this. When Iâm supposed to be studying, I just think of how good youâd pound me. How youâd make me scream. Do what you want to me, okay? Hnnn, so big.â
Plenty of similarities between you and your best friend: your quickness to speak before taking the time to contemplate it, the clothes you accidentally mix and match, your ages. But what you didnât know is when you sit down at your laptop plagued by thoughts of her, sheâs somewhere in her own place being overwhelmed by ones of you. The heat somehow multiplies. Fills the room like a verse.
Therefore, you must hold her in place, give her a false reassurance that youâre going to take her slow. Do so, but then your thrusts become unmeasured and rapid. One hand on the side of that flawless waist, you lead the other to her bra. Harshly pull it down and let her boobs spill out of it. You start to squeeze them hard. Her chest is so bountiful that even the width of your hand canât map it fully. So you squeeze, forcing it to fit in your fingers, and start to pinch. Her nipple is sore with arousal.
âOhâohâoh, shit.â Sheâs sobbing. But unlike the other times youâve seen her cry, this one is out of pure bliss. âJust like that. Such a good dick, such a good boy, thank you.â
Your ears heat up. âYouâre a pretty good girl, too, Eunbi.âÂ
âYouâre terrible at this.â
She mewls helplessly when you suddenly ramp up the pace. Youâre doing her like youâre determined to make her pregnant. Itâs the last thing you want to happen, but the grinds make it look otherwise. Along the expedition of your cock, it rubs her needy cunt and makes her drench your cock with more wetness. Enjoy the tightness, enjoy the squeeze of her hole. Sheâs so warm and wet that you donât think you could live having only done this once with her. Thereâs gotta be more, right?
âWhat about now?â you ask, unable to resist smirking at how sheâs now completely broken apart. Then, mirror her words from some days back that drove and still drive you crazy, as ridiculous as they are: âCat got your tongue back there?â
She chokes up and is rendered even more lost for breath when you start to lose control of your own moans. They harmonize in an erotic chorus with hers and soon youâre muffling them with another torrid liplock.
âYouâre a bully,â she says, the words mashing with your teeth and lips. âA heartbreaking, flirty, mean bully.â
Your noses nuzzle against each other. âYou like me that way.â
âIâm not commenting⊠on, t-that.â
âGood. Because you know what you need to do? Cum for me. Youâre shaking, Eunbi. Bet you wanna cry and get there so bad.â
âY-yes!â Eunbi curses with that adorable lisp. She starts to stammer at the thumb floating and frisking on her clit, and she gives you this watery-eyed needy look that tells you, along with her stiff nubs and desperate gasping, sheâs close.
You start to swipe at her clit and fit yourself lower in her. Eunbi gasps. She sits up though her forearms barely could handle the weight of what youâre doing, and stares down at your handiwork. She feels hot all over. Youâre not helping calm her down. But you are aiding her orgasm, (which, by the way, is so near she can taste it.)
âWhat are you doing, youâre making me lose itâgonnaââ
No need for her to continue for you to understand when sheâs creaming all over you. Your rapid rubs on her clit donât cease and neither do your thrusts. Eunbiâs yelling so hard that youâre afraid that even the well-built four walls of your hotel room wonât contain her noises. However, at the same time, you want them to hear her. That girl you always have your arm around on? Yep, sheâs yours. That girl who always steals your socks and shirts? Just the same.
Eunbiâs mouth pinches up before sighing loudly, followed by a series of other gaspy breaths. You could hear a venerating one the moment the tightness becomes too much for you to handle and thus milks you of cum. You fill her so much that it drips off her lips. Your gentle thrusts guide the mixture of her cum and yours back inside her.
âThat good enough for you?â you ask, pulling out.
Gently close her mouth and wipe the saliva that dribbles down it. When you lead it back to her mouth, she sucks on your aiding thumb. You take the liberty of running your finger along the soft pillows of her lips.
Add: âYouâre incredibly demanding when youâre being fucked.â
Anyone could have guessed that it would be that way if they saw how sheâs sitting there giving you teary puppy eyes.
âOf course. You know why?â She gives you a tired yet satisfied look, a triumphant one, too. âI know you would give me more if I asked.â
Fix her glasses back on the bridge of her nose. âYou give yourself too much credit.â
âOkay. Fine.âÂ
Eunbi stands up. She steals your attention from her heaving, heavy breasts when she gets on her knees. She squirms her thighs together, letting your creampie leave visible evidence. She massages your thighs, and it makes you even more turned on.Â
âTell me,â she says, another challenge, âthat you wonât give me your cum. Tell me Iâm such a bad girl that I donât deserve all of it on my face. Hell, tell me you wonât even dare give me a nice, hot load down my throat as a reward for taking you well.â
Youâre speechless. How do you react to this? Sheâs on her knees, riling you up and about to get to sucking you off. Itâs another dream come true. And you hate how sheâs right to death. She always is.
âTell me all of that,â she concludes, âand Iâd know youâre a fucking liar.â
Your tongue canât form a fragment. Not even a stutter is born in your throat. Eunbi stares up at you, her hands neatly folded on her lap. Sheâs waiting, and you want to tell her itâs fruitless. You canât tell her anything because it would prove her point. Plus, sheâs gorgeous, so what now?
She clicks her tongue. Hums out a contained, satisfied laugh. âThought so.â
Hereâs how it starts: she licks at your tip repeatedly, keeping in mind how sensitive it is after having just cum inside her. Sparks of heat knot there. Then she leads it between her lips, and youâre on your toes again. She just slides those full, pink lips over you so perfectly. From the base to the head she goes with barely a complaining mouth. To you, itâs everything already. But to herâoh no, donât get it twisted: this is just the beginning of it. A teaser to what will happen.
Her tongue laps side to side while she takes you in her mouth. You let out a stilted breath.
âDamn, you really, really like that, huh?â She pauses momentarily to lick your balls, then travels her tongue to the sides of your rod. With one lick, thereâs another ball of heat tightening in you. And another; youâre moaning.Â
âY-yeah.â
âI see.â (She doesnât; sheâs closed her eyes while nursing your sore cock. Okay, now she does.) âWhatâs something you really wanted to do to me?â
You exhale. Itâs the only laugh you can manage to create. âAh. Where do I even begin?âÂ
Eunbi brushes your cockhead over her pouted lips. Your toes curl. âTell me? Please?â she says.
Talking to Eunbi is easy. You can tell her anything and sheâd be there, listening patiently and adding a joke sometimes. But when youâre asked to narrate all the things youâve wanted to do to her, itâs a difficult task.
How do you say youâve wanted to bend her over a desk while you finish between her legs?
How do you say youâve strained for the opportunity to ask her out, with the first date being consummated by steamy, romantic sex by the moon?
How do you say youâve wished for everything, from romantically cheesy to filthily rough, when it comes to her?
âIâIâve thought about cumming in your throat,â you admit. Thatâs the first step. You run your fingers through her hair. Take care not to mess the braids. âMaking you swallow all of it.â
Eunbi looks smug. âSure, I can do that,â she chirps. âI mean, Iâm me, right?â
âYouâre a brat.â
âSo make me shut up. Stuff this fat cock down my throat. Make me gag with your load. You always wanted to, right?â
Eunbiâs a challenging girl. She pushes you to go the extra mile, makes you do things you never thought you could. Tonight is no different.
You donât care to keep the aesthetics of her hairdo anymore. You bunch her hair up in one tight ponytail then shove yourself inside. No gentleness in your body, you feed her wet and waiting mouth.
What bests the other in terms of tightness: her pussy or her throat? You donât know. Canât choose properly either. Observe anyway: this orifice provides the perfect wetness and a tongue that services you with glides and licks. Then you have that tight hole when you push yourself deep. You can feel her breaths being blocked by your girth.
Start to thrust away. In the beginning, she still has it in her to suck. You can feel the strength of it doing away at your length. But now, she can barely breathe to even do it. Youâre just pushing her face into your stomach and her nose to your navel. Youâre using her, which youâve sworn you never would do. But sheâs asking for it. Canât you break your oath just once? Or at least, whenever she asks for it?
âCan I say how pretty you look like this?âÂ
The blush on her cheeks adds to the aura of it all. Her eyes are glowing with tears as they blink at you, and sheâs started to salivate all over you. She canât take it all, yet sheâs so determined to that you want to stop and praise her. As you fuck her face sloppily, the thought that sheâs beautiful still hasnât left your head. Even when youâre ruining her, youâre still starstruck.
Youâre a little flustered yourself. Sheâs so gorgeous that it sometimes makes you want to go call every visual storm in a rainforest ugly. Sheâs the prettiest little raindrop, and you stand by that.
âYouâll be good, wonât you? Youâll take all that Iâve got for you?â
She nods so innocently you wouldnât think that she was having her face used.
Sheâs promised you to swallow all of your cum, and Kwon Eunbi? She never breaks promises.
Twist the ponytail youâve bunched together to push her head firm to your stomach. She chokes, her throat constricting. Just what you wanted. You limit the movement of your hips so that you could shove that pretty face into you and make her put that mouth to good use. Sheâs good at that; even with her gags that somehow sound more heavenly than concerning, she takes and takes and takes your length.Â
Pounding away, you bask in the squeeze of her throat, her hold on your thighs, her eyes tearing up. Her glasses are lopsided, and this time you donât fix them. You caress her cheek then tilt her chin up. Her mouthâs an easy place to access in this position. The imprint of your cock bobs in her thin neck.
âOh!â she gasps for air once you retreat.Â
She sucks sloppily on you when you rub yourself on the inside of her cheek to lead you to a climax. After youâre certain itâs right around the corner, you start to jerk off in front of her face. As much as youâd love to completely release her, you want to see Eunbi fill her mouth with your semen.
Eunbiâs a good girl, so you found out. She doesnât need instructions for her to cleverly part her lips and wait for it. Her heavy breaths fan your penis.
âAlmost there, little raindrop,â you say, âjust be good and wait.â
She sticks her tongue out and you aim for it. Eunbi closes in and fills the top of her tongue with your thick release. It pools in her mouth so satisfyingly that you almost wish you could keep cumming foreverânot for the pleasure of it but to see her keep that desperate face on.
âSwallow.â
Eunbi shows off the plentiful evidence of your orgasm puddling in her mouth, then does so. After she gulps, she pants. Laughs a little, too. She has a way of finding humor in the most absurd situations. For example: your professorâs voice cracking in the middle of a rant. Your dad calling her âa very well-mannered young lady.â Having her face fucked.
âDo you know youâre, ah, shaking?â she asks, fixing her exposed bosom back in her bra.Â
(You are.)
(But, to be fair, sheâs made a mess on the carpeted hotel room floor. Thatâs kinda worse. The saliva canât be differentiated from her girl cum. But at least yours can.)
âThanks for letting me know,â you say anyway.
âAnytime.â
Amazing how things could grow awkward after you just abused her throat. Youâre like two strangers trying to make conversation, and youâre everything but that, arenât you?Â
âHow âbout this: dâyou know that you glow after being fucked?â
âShouldnât you do it again?â She climbs onto the bed youâve collapsed on. She places your hand on her thigh. âKeep me pretty?â
Thereâs nothing that could make her look unflattering. The messy hair is wild but sheâs still a princess. But if thatâs what she wants⊠well, sheâs the last person youâd want to say no to.
âYouâre insatiable.â Nevertheless, you let her bring your hand to her used core. You love how she stiffens when you start to rub circles around her clit.
âDonât tell me you arenât, too.â Eunbi presses her mound close to the heel of your hand. For a moment, sheâs frozen. Then, her lips are next to your ear, telling you of a tale older than her lust. âI want you to do everything you want with me, everything.â
Youâve lost count of all the things you want to do to her. From things as sweet as tucking her in after a bad day to the filthiest like defiling that ass since that day she wore cycling shorts alone, your mind just runs with ideas. You canât choose.
âYouâve kept me waiting,â she whines out. Her sighs grow sporadic. âSo give it all to me.â
âLike I said: incredibly demanding.â
âYou asshole.â She chokes this out as you start to roughly prod her nub. âYou fucking⊠gatekeeper of dick.â
âWell, itâs my cock. I think I get to decide what happens with it.â
âYouâre selfish.â Her voice gets higher. Her winces grow often, and Eunbiâs starting to babble out these little words of biteless barks. âYouâre so, so cruel. You donât know what Iâd do, I willâI willââ
Before it happens, you place your hand on the back of her neck. She doesnât even get to glare at you because it all happens so fast. You donât know how you did it. Not just this, but everything else: how you managed to befriend her, how you managed to lay her.Â
How you managed to push her not too gently to the wall, her chest pressing its solidness. How you managed to perfectly time it so that her head is tilted to the side so you could still catch a glimpse of that face. How you managed to pull up her bra and free those tits.
How you managed to say: âDo you know what I would do to you?â
Because thereâs a million things you could do to Kwon Eunbiâthe girl youâve got pinned beneath you whoâs absolutely tense with want. Your little kisses melt the freeze of her shoulders; you can hear her soft moans again.
Her lashes flutter over the undersides of her eyes. âPlease,â she squeaks out, âdo tell.â
âIâd rather show.â
Eunbi hums strainedly. You pierce through her again, Itâs the second time and her velvety pussy still barely budges at your contradictingly welcome visit. Press your stomach into her back till youâre buried deep inside her. As a result, sheâs shoved harder into the wall. Then you retrieve yourself handlessly from her, then put yourself in again.
She pants heavily, matching those of yours. Sheâs shaking, the only leverage to stay upright is your body on hers. Your rhythm is not too different from earlier and Eunbi still finds herself seeing it as something so new. She still spasms and quakes around you. Anything you give to her, she takes gladly. Each thrust pushes out a feeble cry from her throat and from within.
Her arms stretch to support her stance to the painted wall. You adore them, like you do to every other part of her. But theseâthese beautiful, strong arms whose minimal bulges hint of well-trained musclesâthey do a number on you. You run your hands all along them, not making it easier for her. Everywhere you touch delivers a quiver running through her body.Â
Although you touch first from the sides, her chest already feels big. You caress her curves before placing your hands right on her breasts. Theyâre your guilty pleasure, the kind that makes you pray for forgiveness because you donât even know if youâre worthy of stealing glances at them. Maybe you are, because youâre getting to hold them. Itâs a divine sign, if you do say so yourself.
Clutch them. Use them to plunge to places left unnavigated in her cunt. Sheâs dripping all over you, and it somehow plays the role of lubricant. It lets you thrust easily and keep her wet enough for more.
Any touch you trace on her beautiful body makes her quake. You brush your fingertips lightly over her clit, and the squeeze of her hole strengthens. You massage her fantastic hips and waist and youâre rewarded with a feral cry. Kissing her does no good in helping her calm down because, if anything, she gets more worked up.
âOh, look at that, Eunbi.â You continue thrusting in her, pushing her limits far from the bounds, and sheâs got her hands on her face, tears on her palms. âYouâre so desperate. You squeeze so tight around me.â
Standing is something sheâll soon be incapable of doing for her legs are beaten down by your movements. âNot exactly my fault,â she says. âYou know whoâs to blame? You. You and that smug face and smug everything. YouââÂ
How is it possible that you can make her garble but lose her words as well? Eunbiâs excessive whining comes to a halt as you plummet said cock deeper. Silent screams escape her open mouth and sheâs clinging to the surface in front of her like sheâd slip if she didnât. Thereâs a possibility that thatâs trueâwhen you let go of her hip, she almost falls.
âYouââ If you didnât know Eunbi, youâd think her voice had contempt in it.
âWhat about me? Can you tell me?â You know thatâll annoy her.
It does, for she says: âW-wow, big ego.â She whimpers quietly at the soft kisses you place on her neck. The circumstances donât allow her insult to hit properly. It just swells your pride.
âI know another thing from me and mine that's big.â
Eunbi growls. âThen put it to goodâfuckingâuse.â
She has a point. Why are you fucking her rough when you could be even more so? Your touch climbs from her waist, tiny, to her boobs that can be described as every adjective in the thesaurus except for that. Afterwards, you carry out a brutal pace which drives her so into the wall that youâre not sure how she hasnât made a dent in it yet. Her only protection from its hardness is your hands on her bust.Â
Nothing can protect her from your hardness, however. Itâs almost cruel how pink that milky white skin is, culprit of the defilement being your core that slams and slams into it. But you know she likes it this way. So why stop? Of course, thereâs no reason to.
âGod, pleaseâ youâreââ Her expression changes. Pleasure becomes bliss as bliss becomes paradise. âOh no, I think Iâm close.â
No quote from philosophers and learned individuals could inspire you like that simple statement. Yes, sheâs close to cumming. And itâs because of you, she just confirmed it. So you tweak her hard nipples and tilt your moves up. You must have hit a certain spot because a simple âohâ turns to a scream. Several of them actually, each increasing the smacks of your hips on her butt and your lipsâ ravages on that delicate, vulnerable swanâs neck.
âHngh, I canât! I canât, I canât, harder, please!â she yells, falling back to the wall and shaking.Â
Your moves become frequent and rough. Your hands join in with the roughness; they begin to harshly pinch and grab her boobs until she unravels.Â
Eunbi suppresses her scream into a whiny cry and falls into you, unable to keep her balance anymore. The flood rages in her core and overflows. Your cum slides out of her pussy as she tightens and loosens. She frantically pushes her ass back into you to keep the climax on a high, coupled with sharp shrieks of affirmation.
âKeep fucking me,â she rasps, âkeep ruining me.â
Her voice ranges between low and sexy to high and needy. Both sides, however, are draining you. Itâs the way the sweat sticks to her gasping face and how her legs are practically limp. Sheâs completely under your control, and you⊠like it? Is that how itâs supposed to work?
âYes, yesâdonât stop.â Her nails scratch the paint. âDonât, wait, not inside me. Okay? You canât.â
You manage to successfully quiet your groan of disappointment. You pull out reluctantly. Tell yourself you already ejaculated in her moments ago, so itâs only fair for it to be once. However, your cockâs still rock hard. What do you do about it? Youâve already done more than you should with her. It was all supposed to be just one kiss. How did you get here?
She turns around and places her hands on your shoulders. Her palms are sweaty in spite of the air-conditioner breezing in the room. The exhaustion on her face from sex is there, and so is this little serious look.Â
âI want you to cum,â she says, âin my ass.â
Thoughts. Too many of those, none pure. Thoughts of Eunbi that didnât stay as fantasies because look at them bleeding into reality. Silence, tooâyouâre not saying they speak louder than words, but of course you can tell sheâs serious with those watery bunny eyes.
âWhat?â
And of course you gotta act like a prude. What the hell? You? A prude? Thatâs a fucking lie. Youâve pleasured yourself countless times to the thought of her and that body, so why are you backtracking? As Eunbi would say, right after you made fun of lazy students while never studying much yourself, âHypocrite.â
âWhat?â Eunbi drags your hands down that supple ass and makes you squeeze its full cheeks. âI want you to get your moneyâs worth from that expensive lube and pound me. And donât you even think of stopping.â
You glance at the plastic-wrapped bottle on the bedside table, then back at her. It just doesnât make sense. Youâyou and your awkwardness and spontaneous bursts of overconfidenceâgetting to cross the line? Everyone has probably doubted their worth one way or another, in stories written the same as yours, but is she serious? Does she really, really plan on letting you do it?
You look down at your bare feet. She sighs loudly, obviously and slightly irritated at your hesitation. Only an idiot would pass up that opportunity. But maybe you want to be an idiotâbecause fucking her would mean wanting her. Youâve already done both. Youâve made her cum twice and always wanted to do so, always desired her. To you, it just makes you worse than the rest of the men who vied and strived for her.
âI donât want to hurt you, Eunbi,â you tell her quietly. Let them rage at your words as if your life were a movie and they were a judgmental audience, but itâs true. You canât violate more unwritten rules.Â
She lifts her head, her face parallel to your own. âWhat if I want you to?â
-
You blackmailed everyone into reading your story, youâll say it straight up. This isnât a love story or tragedy, or whatever. This is a tale about you being too generous. Youâre always giving Eunbi what she wants. Every key pointâs been triggered by her wishesâfrom her bailing answers out of you right up to this passionate Christmas Eve. Youâre the genie who keeps giving her extra. Oh, youâre a pretty girl, you see, youâd say, blue hand stroking her hair, so of course you can ask for more. Itâs all on me, beautiful. All on me.
You keep granting. And granting. And granting.Â
âSpread those legs.â
Because itâs all written on paper, in the law of nature: sheâll be the one who calls you names and drags you around. But here? Nothing remotely close to that. Sheâs the girl who sits on the counter of the kitchen table, and opens her legs. Why? Because you told her to. Youâve already fucked all the sass out of that sharp-tongued mouth. Thereâs little left.
In this wealth-stealing coup of a hotel room, sheâs the one who does what you want. Sheâd slacken her mouth to have you give her a throatpie. Sheâd ride you like she would a pillow if you asked her. But in a way, behind the scenes, itâs her screenwriting it all. Sheâs got it predicted from front to baseâyouâll fuck her here. And there. Youâll do what she wants and do what you want. Make it meet in the middle.
Because, you think as you slick her asshole and your cock with the lubricant, thatâs what friends do.
The edges of Eunbiâs palms are on the counter. You can see them struggle to keep her body upright. You canât really say you blame the girl when the two of you have done too many things to fit into one night. Anal is another youâre trying to squeeze into a tight schedule.
But thatâs what she wants. And, (heads upâskip if you donât like spoilers): you just so happen to have a habit of being too easily swayed by pretty women.
âOpen more.â
âThereâs enough already,â she whines, words pitched and tiny.Â
âI know, Eunbi. Baby.â Youâre clinging on that high of seeing the color rose her cheeks. In every way, red (canât be pink when itâs that dark) looks good on her.Â
Eunbiâs breath skips a pattern. Her ass retreats at your touch yet goes back every time for you to hold. âYouâre too good at this,â she says, speaking as if the words were a foreign language. Which is to say: cute. Itâs like when she speaks English; it comes out sounding like fresh, pretty talk.
âGlad youâve come to terms with that.â
âWow.â Canât tell if she said that at your cock pressing to her anal hole or at your quickness to speak. âOkay.â
âI mean, Iâm serious. I only called you baby. How does that make me good?â
Eunbi coos when you touch the side of her face. Hold its jawline over the line your palm calls its own. Glimmering sweat and exhaustion and lust, she still has ways to make you go crazy. Your hand comforting her shudders nearly makes her forget you just want her to admit that youâre cut from the rest.
Both of you know whatâs true anyway.Â
âI justâŠâ Eunbi kisses the space between your index and thumb. âI just fall in love too fast.â
âHow fast are we talking?â
âI wonât tell you, itâs been crystal clear since the time I met you. But for this?â She taps your hip impatiently. âAs fast as you can.â
Her voice deepens, a stretch from her cheerful pitch. Where did that come from? She smirks at the change in your face, but she canât hide the desperation in hers.Â
Her hole and your cock are shiny with the lubrication. Turns out the lube was a good buy; getting the tip inside her proves to be easy. However, it canât help your job in hilting the entirety inside her. Thighs that glisten with wetness and lube wrap around you. Her midriff tenses, and so does her hole. So do her hands on your arms.
Thereâs already her cum and yours wetting her ass, as well as the lube you bought that was crazy expensive. So why is she still so tight? Her squeals thin and her face makes clear the labor. Youâre spreading her apart in ways you canât even begin to imagine.
Sheâs straining, too. Eunbiâs using every method in the book to allow your width to enter more: breathing deeply, relaxing her body, spreading her legs. But they donât seem to work for her when her ass is only focused on closing around the little youâve put inside her.
âWhy do you have to be so big?â she whines. She pushes her cheeks to your stomach, inching you south and into her. âWhy does it have to feel so good? Donât just stand there. Fuck me. Split me open, I need it.â
Her wish is your command. Thatâs three wishes sheâs making there and youâll grant all of them. In a hard moment of pure will, you pull yourself out and slam yourself harshly into her tight body. Your attempt is successful; your whole girth is snugly hugged by her round butt. The enclosed walls of her anal ring are so overwhelming that youâre close to blowing your load already.
If youâre a genie, Eunbiâs the taker of wishes. She takes and takes and takes, even with your cock prodding past the hurting limits of her little asshole, and she does it oh so well. Sheâs probably seeing ghosts or the stars theyâve become with the way sheâs not even looking at you anymore. No, her body is slanted up to allow you to give what you can. And by what you can, you mean your all.
Eunbi sobs and hugs you close. For comfort? Assurance? Speed? Youâll give her all three. Thatâs six wishes there, but with her, thereâs no limit. You hold her as you find a perfect pace, one that makes her thighs squish on the ledge of the table and has her mouth gaping while youâre making another orifice of hers do the same.
When did pain feel this good? Eunbi doesnât know. But she loves and accepts it. Sheâs reciprocating your thrusts with her own ones. It feels too good, so good that the sounds coming out of her are difficult to comprehend. Sheâs moaning, yet crying, too. Crying yet gasping in delight. Gasping in delight yet panting as if it were too much.
Thereâs one thing youâre certain of, though: sheâs enjoying it. Wetness drools from her cunt and onto your shaft. Itâs only a tiny bit of help, but it already aids in fucking her ass open sloppily. Her breaths are warm gushes of wind on your skin, and soon in the air as she throws her head back. Have to place a hand behind her neck to prevent her from bumping onto the all-too-near cupboard.
âSo good, so big, can feel you t-throbbing,â she mumbles. Her lips purse before releasing a sharp moan. Youâve just placed your mouth on one of her breasts. âKnow you wanted to do this. Saw you, hnn, staring at my ass.â
âWho can blame me?â You lightly slap her backside. âThis thing is the best.â
âYou got me so...â Eunbiâs gasp becomes a little lost ghost when you start to suck on her brown nipple. âI wore them, those ridiculous shorts, just for you. Wanted you to make me feel good, make me hurt, oh, I want it so badââ
Her words pierce and break. Their propriety becomes worse yet the willpower they induce becomes stronger. Rapidity becomes a pastime when youâre pumping her. Of course, thatâs already a given when the girlâs absolutely incapable of keeping quiet. Anything you do to her she reacts to. Sheâs still the same girl in the sheets as she is when sheâs out and about, and it makes this sinful actâanally ruining herâseem like something so endearing.
Your thumb starts to rub her clit again. Youâve done this plenty of times in this hotel room right after the heat started, yet it still gauges the same reaction from her. She canât stay still. She wants to stay in one place to receive you better but thereâs the pleasurable pain in her ass, your mouth on her bosom, your hand feeling her up. She canât take it, and you canât either. Sheâs a combination of wetness and tightness and loudness and shrillnessâyouâre both too much for the other.
A lit match to a flamed lighter.
âOh, god, no.â Eunbiâs teeth dig into your shoulder before retracting. Signs of her sobs linger and roll down her perfect face that wields an expression you admit to have fantasized often on her. âYouâre gonna make me cum again. You're gonna make me cum again, I canât handle it. Pleaseâfffuââ
You stuff your fingers inside her. Match the pace with how youâre fucking her into the kitchen wall. She clenches around you and doesnât let go. The wet squelching sounds compels you to be harsher with her. Fuck her like it doesnât mean anything, just like she wants you to.
âMmm!â Eunbi shrieks at the harsh intrusions she thought would be over.Â
âNot over yet.â You kiss her. âStill gotta cream this perfect ass.â
The promise of that makes her blush. Red and sweaty, she exercises those toned arms by using them in fucking herself on your cock. The pleasure is addicting, and sheâs still keeping you to that oath to cum inside her a second time.Â
Sheâs so wet that itâs almost unbelievable. Your fingers curl, spread, jam themselves in her, and each time they pull out theyâre soaked to the knuckles. Her clit twitches and you get your touch on there again. A little leak of cum wrinkles your hand from it.
âYou really want it, huh?â Hiss at how she bounces that jiggling rear onto you. âJust a little more, baby. Youâre gonna have to do much better than that.â
Since when did Eunbi do what you say? Since when did she do it with this much enthusiasm? Despite your shaft wrecking her insides and rearranging her guts, along with the orgasm sheâs had, she perseveres. She rolls her body, a snakeâs dance, and takes you in further. You admire how much youâve spread her. Hold her backside to guide her.Â
You pity the housekeeper whoâd have to clean up evidence of your sin. Thereâs her wetness on the kitchen table, the smell of carnal need in the air, sheets torn by the little power Eunbiâs fingernails have. But thereâs no regrets, you think, for this one:
An explosion. The kind that doesnât kill but brings her to life. Its origin is the base of your cock and birth inside her tight little ass. Hold her close. Slam inside her as if you were mad at her, while she lets out gasped repetitions of âoh, oh, oh.â Now you pull out your digits and resort to furiously rubbing her nub, effectively making her even tighter.
âThatâs it, fuck, such a good girl,â you groan. Grip her ass so tightly that it draws a yelp out of her. After itâs all done, you pull out.Â
âYou,â she drawls when you pull out. She spreads her legs and stares at the semen dripping out of her holes. At the mess youâve made on the floor, the bed, the table, everything. âYouâŠâ
She doesnât continue what sheâs saying, but youâre pretty sure you got the gist of it. It was you who fucked her. It was you who made her climax so many times in one night. It was you, her best friend, who did her in.
âYeah,â you say, laughing.Â
Somehow, the whole experience is making you guilty. You feel like the richest man in the world, the luckiest, too. So why do you feel you did something wrong?Â
Eunbi narrows her eyes. She knows you too well. âDonât you dare apologize.â
You donât.
âNow kiss me.â Her words fan your chin, a haunting love spell. âAgain.â
You do.
-
Christmas comes, and by then you've flown home. Youâre at Sakuraâs house to celebrate. Green and red are all over the place: red cupcakes on a baking tray, old books leaning against each other, the rug beneath you and her friends. Thereâs a giant statue of Santa Claus, overweight and jolly, at the corner next to the Christmas tree. What used to be under the plant were gifts Eunbi specifically said not to touch until 12 a.m midnight. No sleeping in now that youâre well aware that the man himself isnât real.
Sakuraâs undoing the ribbon on her gift, but her eyes are on you and Eunbi. âThereâs something really weird going on with you two,â she says.Â
The girls nod and hum choruses of agreement: yes, he and the bunny leader are acting odd lately. No, they donât know why. Is it because of the vacation? Seasonal depression (but with Christmas lights!)? Theyâre gonna find out for sure.
You and Eunbi look at each other. Your faces hold an unreadable expression, until you take an interest in one evergreen branch and her in the collar of her ugly Christmas sweater.
âNah,â you say.
âNothing much,â she echoes, drinking her hot chocolate.
Yena groans, tired of your pretentiousness. âYou fucked, didnât you?âÂ
A liquid spray of sugar lands on the rug, courtesy of Eunbi. The girls begin cackling, slapping their hands on their thighs and on each other. You look away to manage your laughter. Unfortunately, itâs as loud as Eunbiâs scheming little members.
âThat means yes!â Yujin shouts gleefully. Her dimples are printed on her cheeks. âYou owe me ten thou, Yena unnie!â
Christmas spirit truly is in the air. Theyâre jumping up and down, laughing and cheering, while you two are mortified. Youâre the Grinches of the holidays, but even that canât sour their happiness.Â
âIt worked!â
âI canât believe it worked!â
âTheyâre so obvious about it, too!â
âNo wonder Eunbi unnie was limping when they came home!â
The whole thing was a setup. Itâs all dawning in on you. Why else would eleven girls pool ridiculous amounts of money for a two-person trip? Youâve given them the best Christmas present of their lives unknowingly.Â
But with how much Eunbi loves them, sheâs okay with that.Â
You are, too.
-
âHey.â
You lift yourself up from the comfort of the pillows and sheets. Eunbiâs standing at your bedpost. She still has on the sweater, courtesy of your mother, and her ears are still pink. Thatâs one of the cutest things about her: when she gets shy or humiliated, itâs pretty obvious.
How do you go about this? Itâs been awkward and silent ever since you had sex. Itâs so unlike your dynamics, and itâs scaring you. You donât want to lose her. Is that the same on her end?
At the end of the day, though, she remains your best friend. Youâll always reserve a place for her with you.
âHi.â You pat your bedclothes, and she sits.
She looks away as she pushes a paper shopping bag in your arms. âMerry Christmas.â
You wonder how you didnât see it peeking from her tiny back. The bag isnât too heavy, but it obviously is something large with how much you can feel whatever is inside it. Quickly stapled and taped, itâs a last-minute present for sure. Did she forget you? Of course, your heart squeezes with the idea of it.
âWay to time yourââ
âDonât be stubborn and just open it. Please?â
Do so.Â
Itâs a bag. Not just any bagâitâs a brand new original of the backpack she lost you all those months ago. Sheâs got it down to the same color (gray), design (two pockets, with black zippers and one for a bottle) and size (medium). The only thing that sets it apart from your first one is the unavailability of shreds and tatters on the bottom side.
Stare at it, dumbfounded. How did she track it down? Itâs sure to be expensive, seeing as it isnât thrifted and is wrapped in the branded plastic of an overseas branch. âEunbi,â you say.
âIt was shipped later than expected.â She shrugs, trying to play it off. Still, you can hear her laughing shyly. âHope you like it.â
âI told you to save yourself the trouble.â
You lift the bag up and stare at it. The transparent plastic allows you to marvel at its beauty. The faint scent of newness fills your nostrils.Â
But the real beauty is the one who sits on your bed late on Christmas night, with her hands folded neatly on her lap like a Catholic schoolgirl. A few locks of her hair are braided with red ribbons to go with the season of giving. Her brows are as dark as her glasses, her cheeks as red as her ugly sweater.
âI like it when you trouble me.â
As always, her statements hold more meaning than they should. And, like you could through her eyewear, you can see right through them. Knowing what she tried to say causes you to inch closer to her. The sides of your thighs press against each other.
âMakes me want to trouble you more,â you reply.Â
She lifts her head. Already the light cockiness she so often brings with her pours back into her face, and you couldnât be more relieved to see it again. âSo do it.â
Things have a way of coming back to you. Your bag, the thrill of meeting her again, Eunbi. Not everything will return, but then itâs probably just a sign that things arenât gonna be bad forever. There will be days youâll get to have a vacation with her again, the promise of Decemberâs Christmasses, being with her and her friends youâve grown to love. There will be days for new beginnings, like this one. This is a fresh start with her. There will also always be days youâll do whatever she wants, which somehow align with what you want too.
Refer to this:
You kiss her, your little trouvaille.
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Phillip Graves getting jealous because his shy wife is getting flirted on by someone else but she doesn't know how to respond?? Yes please!!
(could be sfw at first but when they get back home graves pounds his wife against any surface he sees because he can't stand seeing his wife getting flirted on right in front of him)
YUUUUH I HAVE JUST THE THING!! I know, it's been AGES with these, and this one from last year but I still hope you like it! and I know you said doing the nasty back home, but I thought "man, I'm already here. might as well!" and filthy-ize(???) it even more for good measure đđ
Includes; soft (& slightly mean dom) & possessive graves, fingerf~cking, unprotected sex (p in v), petnames ('sugar', 'pretty girl'), licking, biting & marking, praising, dirty talking, mentions of voyeurism & exhibitionism!!
COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! đ
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It happens.Â
A lot.
The library, your favourite diner, your flower shopâanywhere.
It happens more than you can imagine, but with Phil around, itâs mostly from afar. The kind where they could only dream about making a move on you, if not for the guard dog with the sharp tongue.
Hence, when heâs not around, he worries a little for you, but he knows you can protect yourself when needed, thanks to the self-defence lessons he has given you when you were still dating.
So, imagine the unlucky bastard who thought it was a good idea to take advantage of your gracious hospitality, not knowing your husband was around.
It happened when he had finished work, but instead of heading home, he took the route where your flower shop was. Closing time was ten minutes ago so he knew youâd be waiting for him at the cafe next door, probably nursing a cup of your favourite drink or nibbling on a pastry.
He hated it whenever he couldnât reach you on the dot or before, no matter how many times youâve reassured him.Â
Reaching the neighbourhood shops was like a breath of fresh air, enjoying the sense of familiarity and the breeze as he turned the corner, passing by the cafe first.
But with a glance, his brows furrowed, seeing that you were nowhere in sight. He quickly took it as a sign that you were still working, though a thirty-minute overtime was almost uncommon of you.
He parked his convertible close to the entrance of your shop but still out of view, and for a brief moment, he caught sight of you through the window.Â
And just his mood lifted, ready to greet you with open arms, his smile dropped.
You were dealing with a customer, a man likely in his 30s and dressed, well, if one were told to dress formally, and they did it haphazardly, then that was exactly what it was. His body language was a little awkward, almost unsure what pose may look alluring in your eyes.
Though Phil had a knack for judging certain people by their looks, if and only if their personality rubbed him the wrong way, he didnât have an issue thinking of the worst insults about the man, if not for the uncomfortable smile on your face.
So, leaning against the wall, away from you or the manâs sight, he listened in.Â
âSo, your husbandâs in the military, huh?â He asked, but Phil wasnât dumb enough to think it wasnât a sneer in disguise. Probably thought he held some rookie position, âMust be hard not having someone to hold to every night.â
Phil didnât bother hiding the scornful look on his face.
âItâs not bad,â He immediately perked up at the sound of your voice. The gentle sound that could heal even his worst wounds, âHe finds time to check up on me.âÂ
Whether or not you were telling the truth or if you were downplaying your thoughts if his absence really did bother you, heâll ask you later, but for now, he wanted to tell you how proud he was. Not letting some schmuck stick their nose in someone elseâs business, and your marriage, no less.
âWell, sure, but look at you! I donât know about you but if I had a girl like you? Shoot, I donât Iâd ever get any work done,â The audacity. Philâs jaw tightened, listening to him weakly defend himself when you didnât respond, undoubtedly displeased by his unnecessary opinion, âBut thatâs just me, yâknow.â
âRight, um,â You turned to the row of flower pots, using the second to roll your eyes to the back of your head before showing him the bunch of bluebells in your hands, âHow about some bluebells?â
The man pretended to think, âNah, I mean, theyâre cute but Iâm looking for something⊠more,â He then leaned in, resting his arm on the counter, âA little bland, if Iâm being honest with you.â
You forced a smile, but Phil, oh Phil.
He wasnât smiling.Â
Who was this man, no, who was this kid to not see how uncomfortable you were with his god-awful âflirtingâ skills and judge your taste in your very own store?
âThatâs fine, Iâm sure we can find something else.â Oh, that pitiful tone of yours. Just how long has this man been bothering you?
You bit down a sigh, placing the bluebells back into their pot before walking back to the back of the counter. You knelt, possibly looking for something else, though Phil wouldnât blame you if you were doing so to drown him out for a bit.
Phil had listened long enough. Moving off the wall, he clicked on the lock button of his car keys. He spun his keys on his finger as he entered the shop, the rattling sounds prompted the man to follow his figure. His eyebrows knitted further, more so when Phil casually stopped right in front of the counter as if used to coming over.
His eyes darted from Philâs attire; simple yet sophisticated, and how he carried himself, then the convertible behind him. The sudden insecurity forming in the guyâs mind was a no-brainer.
You mustâve heard the extra pair of footsteps and the keys, âIâll be right with you!âÂ
He didnât respond, opting to eye the manâChad, which he would later learnâwith full of judgement. The latter flinched when their eyes met, though he tried to act cool soon by clearing his throat.
But the stare may have been too much for him, as he asked, his voice less confident than before, âDo I know you?âÂ
âYou tell me.â He responded loud enough for you to hear, and just as he hoped, you straightened, visibly lighting up at the sight of him.Â
âPhil!â You cheered, already forgetting about the customer as you rushed over to your husband for a hug, âI thought you wouldnât be back until tonight?â
He shrugged, wrapping one of his arms around you while he caressed the apple of your cheek with his free hand, âChange oâplans. Drove here as fast as I could.â He gave you a lazy smile, more so when you jutted out your bottom lip, pouting at his statement.Â
âPhil, you know how I feel about you speeding home,â You sighed, despite leaning into his touch, âBut Iâm glad youâre back. Safe.â
You couldnât stay mad at him, not with that cheeky smile of his before he pressed his lips onto yours. You could feel the upturn of his lips when you yelped, and he didnât even bother hiding his amusementâhis delighted huff when you returned the kiss.
But before he could feel you, before he could melt into your hands as they held his face, you broke the kiss, almost hiding in his chest for a moment before motioning to the man watchingâhis face that of panicked realization.
âPhilâCustomerâŠâ
Ew.
Well, at least he learnt he had messed with the wrong married woman.
Phil suddenly grinned, and a painfully fake one, judging by the lack of positive emotion, or any emotion in his eyes as he looked at Chad.
âYâhere for an arrangement?â
âUâUh, no. Iâm just⊠looking around. Thinking of buying one for my, uh, girl.â
The man wasnât dumb enough to think the smirk on Gravesâ face wasnât the face of mockery. A man who has done enough interrogations to know just how much he was bullshitting.
âHuh, Yâmust be lookinâ for a special one if youâre makinâ my girl workinâ overtime,â He glanced at the clock just hanging by the door, his arm not leaving you once, âYâsleepinâ in the dog house or somethinâ?âÂ
âPhil.â You hissed, and ever so cutely, might your husband add. You briefly apologised to Chad, even if you wanted nothing more than to send him on his way.
âSorry, sorry,â If you noticed his lack of sincerity, you didn't call him out on it. Graves held his hand out, the corner of his lips twitched when Chad took a step back, âGraves. Commander and CEO. Proud husband of this pretty girl right here.âÂ
Chad accepted, albeit hesitantly, nearly squawking when Phil purposely squeezed his hand. He had a feeling he wouldn't mind breaking his arm if it weren't for the obvious repercussions and well, you being there.Â
âMr Thompson was just looking for a bouquet for his girlfriend. It might take a minute so you can hang around for a bit while I help him.â You explained, standing close to your husband, now that he was with you.
âOr,â Phil spoke, and you shouldâve suspected something was up just by his tone, despite his so-called generous offer, âI help him look for what he needs, while you go ahead and close up, get your bag, lock the back room and all.â
You raised your brows, âPhil, are you sure?â
He hummed, âCâmon. âBout time I put my flower knowledge into good use. And who knows?â He glanced at Chad, sharply. With his eyes on the unwanted customer, he leaned to your side, as if whispering, despite making sure Chad heard him loud and clear, âItâs probably nothinâ more than a lilâ trouble in paradise. Nothinâ I canât sort out, man to man.â
You thought for a moment. You had your suspicions when Chad stopped by the same time your shift ended. And while you wouldnât have minded, he wasnât exactly helpful about his request either. Giving you doubtful answers such as his supposed girlfriendâs favourite colour or the occasion.Â
Plus, you were a little eager to be away from Chad, even for a short while.
In the end, you nodded, much to Chadâs horror.
âOkay, I just need to organize a few boxes in the back,â You squeezed Phil's arm, âThank you. I wonât take long.â
Sliding his hand down your arm, he raised your hand to his lips before letting you go.
âTake all the time yâneed, pretty girl,â And as soon as you were out of sight, his voice dropped, the upturn of his lips now in a manner that Chad knew this was going to be anything but a quick talk amongst men about which apology flowers were the best, âTake all the time yâneed.â
His smile was nowhere to be seen as he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched Chad pinching a leaf of random flower in the guise of interest.
But by the third flower, Graves had enough, surprising Chad with his authoritative tone.
âYâjust gonna stand there and ruin my wifeâs flowers or are yâgoinâ to buy somethinâ and get out?âÂ
âIâmâŠâ Chad began but Phil didnât give him the satisfaction to explain himself. He didnât need to.
âLook. Iâm really fuckinâ tired, and my girl is, too, but Iâm sure youâre too busy trying to look down her dress to notice that.â
âThatâsââ
âCut,â He didnât even need to raise a single finger as the tone he normally used on his team on a bad or serious day was enough to shut the man up, â... the bullshit, alright? Yâcan buy all the flowers you want to impress her, save a puppy as soon as you see her coincidentally walk by at the park. Fuckinâ pick-me.â
The impatient smile plastered on his face told Chad everything about the commanderâs patience.
âI know a degenerate when I see one.â Chad knew not to trust how calm Phil sounded, âAnd I know she can defend herself just fine. Hell, I taught her everything she needs to know tâdeal with boys like you. But I can tell yâone thing; Iâll do so much worse than what sheâs already capable of.â
Gravesâ heavy footsteps sounded like a disaster waiting to happen in mere seconds before he stood in the middle of the shop.
âMight wanna get out while yâcan.â He gritted out, and Chad didnât waste a second to find out what wouldâve happened if he didnât that very instance, whether it was from you or your husband.
You returned just in time to find Graves appreciating the tulips, though, unbeknownst to you, he was also slightly miffed that some were stained by Chadâs hands alone.
âOh, did he find what he needed?â
ââGuess so. Took off as soon as he figured it out. He didnât buy anythinâ though,â He swiftly carried the bag for you, pulling you in for a kiss on your forehead, âSorry he wasted yâtime.â
âThatâs alright,â You grinning, not expecting him to apologize over that, âI just need to keep the flowers in the back. Mind helping me?â
Of course he didn't mind.
He moved with you, carrying much more stock to the cool room where the unsold flowers were kept. During his second run, he lightly tapped you on the ass, stealing a kiss before telling you to lock the register instead. You did just that, carefully organizing the cash and coins before locking it.
Phil worked with ease, pushing necessary pots and displays to one side and pulling the blinds down like the tasks were at the back of his hand. But he didnât draw the blinds close all the way, though, leaving a small opening at the bottom of the windows where you and Graves could see the sun shining through and the feet of passers-by.Â
But unbeknownst to you, he locked the front door and with great care, avoided the usual click.
He shamelessly glanced at you at every possible moment, watching you sit prettily as you focused on your task behind the counter.Â
Once his side was done, he approached you, stannding in between your legs as soon as you locked the register.
âAll done.â You smiled, crinkles forming in your eyes.
âPerfect.â He opened up his arms, closing the space in between as you embraced. But just as you basked in the wholesome reunion, you froze up, eyes wide at a familiar tent prodding your stomach. He didn't bother concealing his amusement, his smile grew at your giggles, showering one side of your face with kisses to hear more of you.Â
âThought he'd never leave.â He murmured against your skin with zero shame, which prompted you to pull back.
âYou threw him out?â You asked in disbelief.
âHe threw himself out,â He shrugged, not exactly lying but telling you the whole truth either. He cooed at your little frown, even holding his hand up in a saluting manner, âIâm serious. Scout's honour.âÂ
âWere you even a scout?âÂ
âNope,â He responded without missing a beat, âBut I do know how to tie a knot.âÂ
âPhil!â You smacked his arm, but it did nothing to deter him, âI wasn't even gone that long.âÂ
âFour minutes was all I needed.â He brushed his nose against your neck, looping his arms around you. You couldn't help but melt, sighing but more so in contentment than disappointment. Granted, you were anything but the latter, but who knows where your business would be if Phil did, well, whatever to your customers the way he did to Chad.
âHe was bothering ya.â You knew it wasn't a question and there was no point denying it, so you hummed in confirmation.
âKinda figure that out after a while,â You shrugged, though you didn't want him to worry either, âI, uh, had my suspicion as soon as I asked him what he was looking for.â
âYeah? What did he really tell ya?âÂ
âJust said he wanted some pretty flowers for a pretty lady, and then,â You mimicked the awkward eyebrow-wiggles he did to you, much to Philâs amusement and disdain, âAnd then said no to all of my suggestions.â
Philâs tutting was akin to a Southern mother's, being his blood and all. That, and he was having second-hand embarrassmentâto think Chad thought he'd have a chance using that line on you.
Hell, on anyone.
âIt was getting a little embarrassing, honestly.â You couldn't help but snort, only for your smile to grow when he, too, expressed his amusement.Â
âA littleâ was putting it lightly.
âYou and me, sugar.â Â
You leaned your weight against him just as he did against the counter, figuring that this was one of those days where he needed to just relax. Be around you as if you exuded great energy, and in his eyes, you were.
A far cry from the more despicable chaos he and his partnering team have to deal with for a living.
You brushed your fingers along his stubble, smiling to yourself at the familiar, prickly sensation. Ever the perceptive man, he angled his face so your lips were pressed on his instead of his cheek.
It was much needed for the both of you as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. Though, you tried not to go too far with it, your nerves rising as your eyes flitted to the door, despite Philâs breathy reassurance that he locked it.
Noticing your hesitance, he broke the kiss to rest his head in the crook of your neck. His warm breath tickled you, more so when his hands languidly moved up and down your body.
But then, his hands didn't stop moving upwards.
He swiftly pulled down the straps of your dress, trailing his lips along your shoulder. Though the dress wasn't fully removed, the way you haphazardly held the front of it against your chest, amplifying your cleavage which was just as alluring as you were topless.
âPhil!â You choked out, and yet, he continued. Licking across your newly exposed skin with the tip of his tongue. Starting from the collarbone, down to your tits when he squeezed your breasts together, and then, sucking on the plush at random spots. Eager to leave a mark wherever he could with shameless sounds of suckling and pops, âHere?!âÂ
If the way your hand shot up to his hair, massaging his scalp and pulling his head close instead of pushing him away was anything to go by, he knew dead set on making you scream.
He took a step back, encouraging you to stand up before hooking his arms under your ass, lifting you effortlessly to seat you on the counter.
His bulge was snug against you, thanks to his taller stature. The way his hands slid down your thighs prompted you to wrap your legs around him, despite the growing warmth in your face at the lewd display. There was something about the sliver of possibility of being watched that raised both your worries and anticipation, despite the opaqueness of the cream-coloured window blinds.
Plus, the shop wasn't exactly soundproof either.
He leaned forward, forcing you to lie back on the surface. His lips hadn't slowed down since, enjoying your squirms and breathless moans as he peppered your neck in kisses before raising his head.
âMy wife's a beaut, isn't she?â He whispered against your temple, rolling one of your tits in between his fingers before sliding his hand down to your thigh, squeezing the plush of it, âGot these boys actinâ stupid around ya.âÂ
You gasped when his hand slid further under your skirt. He toyed with the waistband of your panties, teasingly pulling them up and wedging the lacy material in between your sopping pussy.
âEven I can't resist her sweet lilâ charm,â He purred, pulling your panties to the side and then bunching the hem of your dress for him to delight in all its glory, âYâknow that, don't cha?âÂ
He swiped two of his fingers across your lips. Even the softest touch elicited the most delicious squelch he had ever heard.Â
He hummed in approval, teasing you to his heart's delight, âBut she's also so, so dirty, deep down,â He made sure you made the slightest mess, letting your juices drip bit by bit, down to your tight hole and the counter itself, âAnd thisâthis is only fâme to see, right, pretty girl?âÂ
He captured your lips with his before you could even muster out a breathless âyesâ, the kiss ending just as quickly as it happened before tapping your lips with his fingers.
You didn't need to be told, but that didn't mean it was any less embarrassing. But his approving hum at your first, kitten-like lick was encouraging. It had you chasing after his praises, verbal or otherwise.Â
His cock was downright throbbing, wishing it was his cock you were eagerly drooling on instead of his fingers, but who was he to say he wasn't enjoying the view in hand either?Â
Once he was sure they were wet enough, he slid them out of your mouth, crudely enjoying the string of saliva for a second before dropping his fingers to your cunt.Â
He mirrored your parted lips, watching your face scrunch up as he eased in one finger. Your whimper was pitiful, and the slightly wicked side of him couldnât help but coo at you almost condescendingly, knowing you could handle something much bigger than his mere finger, even if they were much thicker than yours.Â
He set a torturing pace, taking in the way your body moved, rolling your hips in hopes youâd have his fingers knuckles-deep in you. The way you half-heartedly covered your face with one hand was endearing, probably too overwhelmed by his unapologetic stare.
Then, he cranked up the speed with two fingers, greedy for more of your juices leaking out each time he moved in and out. And by the time you were clenching around three fingers, he was ruthless with his pace.Â
Unforgiving.Â
He looked euphoric just from bringing the pleasure to you, tipping his head back as he listened to you struggling to hold back your moans and whines whenever he pulled out to tease and slap at your clit.
âColour?â As casual as he tried to sound, he was just as breathless as you were.
âGreenâŠâ You whined, pleading him to continue, even if it felt like you were overstimulating, âPhil, please⊠PleaseâŠ!â
You didnât have to repeat, for he amped up his pace and chased after the climax when the pitch of your voice heightened, arching your back like you werenât sure if you wanted him to carry on or push him away when you were getting close.
He didnât falter, nipping on your shoulder just a tad harder just before you trembled, cumming and clenching hard around his fingers. He cupped your face with his other hand, soothing you from your high with praises and kisses.Â
âSuch a good girl, my good girl. Always so brave fâme, makinâ the sweetest faces. None of those boys gets tâsee what I see.âÂ
It wasnât long before he carefully slid his fingers out, comforting you each time you whimpered or twitched.
Opting to continue caressing your face, he took the chance to snag a taste of you. Savouring the one taste he had been dying for each time he was away for work.
But he didnât finish it all. As much as he wanted to, he needed to save the rest for his cock, itching to have a mere feel of your wetness.
Speaking of, he was straining, standing proud and curved a little as the tip, just a hint of red, nearly touched his belly button as soon as he pulled his trousers down. It yearned to feel you, tight and hot, his extra-vulgar actions were the results of restraining himself.Â
He shuddered a littleâit was entrancing, holding one of your legs up for him to brush his lips against and seeing his cock slide up and down your pussy lips.Â
Even after prepping you well, it felt like his cockhead was breaching your walls. You let out a breathy sigh, tilting your head at the upside windows, tensing up at the sight of passersbyâs feet at the foot of the glass.
âWhat do yâthink, pretty girl?â He murmured against your leg, still pushing into you, âDo yâthink that Thompson guyâs around, wonderinâ why the windowâs closed while the carâs still out there?â
The way your head tilted back against the counter in ecstasy, the last rays of the sun shining down on your skin. Even with the AC still on, it stopped neither of you from sweating. The thinnest layer of perspiration, especially gathering along your throat, down to the valley of your breastsâoh, what a shame it would be if he didnât have even a single lick of it. Â
And he did just that, leaning in to give one of your tits a teasing lick.
Those half-lidded eyes, that drunken smileâoh, he was losing it.
He felt like the most blessed man in the world.
âEyes on me, bunny. He can listen all he wants but thisâitâs you and me.â
And it wouldnât take long for you to reach your peak, Phil kept his eyes on your facial expression because if it wasnât the sexiest look he had ever seen before he, too, cums with you. In you.
Holding himself up with one hand beside your head, he used the other to caress your face, allowing you all the time in the world to catch your breath. But truth be told, he had fucked the senses right out of you.
âYou alright?â âMmmâŠâ Your murmurs had him chuckling as he carefully gathered you in his arms.
âCan y'walk? Or do I have to carry you? Because y'know I don't mind either way.â Not especially the latter. He may not be as buff as some of his team but he feels good being able to prove the assumptions wrong. So wrong.
You shook your head, and though none of you were even certain what your answer was, Phil somehow understood, but not before letting you collect yourself for as long as you needed. There was no need to rush. Not now.
âAlright, pretty girl. I can do that.â
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