#sara cummings

[digitalfountains]

Sara Cummings by Alessandro Casagrande

[fictionadventurer]

Top five poets?

Gerard Manley Hopkins: The poet who got me back into poetry. His imagery and word-smithing are so impeccable that it sometimes makes me wonder if there are truly any other valid poets.

e.e. cummings: The poet who taught me to love poetry that requires analysis. Analyzing one of his poems for a class opened up poetry to me in a whole new way. The way that man plays with phrasing and structure and condenses so much into so little is endlessly fascinating.

James Whitcomb Riley: "When the Frost Is On the Punkin" was the first poem I ever found and loved on my own. To this day, I still like his folksy, straightforward style and impeccable sense of rhythm.

J.R.R. Tolkien and G.K. Chesterton: I didn't want to take up two entries with these two, so they share one. The more of Tolkien's poetry I read, the more I think he's vastly underrated as a poet--his sense of sound and rhythm is divine. And Chesterton can get a bit clunky at times, but when his poems work, they're as good as it gets--his imagery and rhythm and rhyme are phenomenal.

Sara Teasdale: Her poems tend to catch my attention when I run across them lately. They're nothing flashy, but I like her straightforward simplicity.

[surly-sara]

okay since poetry has become kind of a large piece in the recent sylus series (which haa been absolutely delightful!! I've loved seeing some that I already love, and learning about others!) I was wondering if you would share some of your favorites? poets, actual poems, or potentially full books? I'm especially curious if my local library might have anything you might mention :)

Hi there, thank you for this ask. I didn't really set out to make it a Thing to include so much poetry in the series, but I just kept stumbling across things that made me think this is Sylus, Sylus, Sylus, this is Sylus and mc; it's probably like when you're holding a hammer everything looks like a nail, and when you're obsessed with a character, everything reminds you of the character. I'm glad you're enjoying the inclusion of the poetry though, I'm really relieved that it's welcome and doesn't feel pretentious! Here are some recommendations under the cut.

My background, before I swerved into law, was classic French literature, so I've read a lot more French poets than any others: Baudelaire, Rimbaud, Valéry, Verlaine, Éluard. I think these are all valuable to read, and might be enjoyable as well in their translated versions, even if I don't think they contain the same vibe or mood as the Sylus series at all.

Aside from Adam Zagajewski's Try to praise the mutilated world, I also really like Great ships, which is where I got the title for one of the parts of the fic-here's a snippet:

And toasts were raised to a safe trip, to coming

                   times,

Toasts were raised, Alsatian wine and champagne

                   from France's finest vineyards,

Some days were static, windless, when only the light seeped      

                   steadily,

Days when nothing happened but the horizon, which traveled   

                   with the ship,

Days of emptiness and boredom, playing solitaire, repeating   

                   the latest news,

Who'd been seen with whom in a tropical night's shade, embracing   

                   beneath a peach-colored moon.

But filthy stokers tirelessly tossed coal into open   

                   flaming mouths

And everything that is now already existed then, but

                  in condensed form.

Our days already existed and our hearts baked

                   in the blazing stove,

And the moment when I met you may also have existed,

                  and my mistrust

Brittle as a faience plate, and my faith, no less frail   

                  and capricious,

And my searches for the final answer, my   

                disappointments and discoveries.

I just love the way Zagajewsky interweaves the political and the personal, because you can't separate the world from the intimate, no matter what privileged assholes will tell you. As the lovers are enjoying their trip on the ocean, and toasting each other, the stokers are still below, working hard, dying early deaths. And Sylus's wealth, his way of life, to me, lends itself so much to thinking beyond the intimate relationship, beyond MC's hangups and personal trauma, to the world beyond, and how the world at large mirrors the MC's inner world and vice versa. So I recommend all of his stuff tbh if you can find his collections in your library, because it's bigger than one heart yearning, and yet moves the reader with its references to the personal.

And of Faiz Ahmad (Ahmed? I keep seeing different spellings) Faiz, whom I only just discovered scrolling tumblr and then had to include it in the fic because Before you came was just too perfect for Sylus and mc, as well as Be near me. His work appeals to me in a similar way as Zagajewsky's, because of its references to the political, to the suffering of people, as well as the suffering of the lover, the mundane imagery made strange through human feelings.

Another poet I'm a huge fan of is Rainer Maria Rilke. His poem pushing through is perfect for people with grief:

It’s possible I am pushing through solid rock in flintlike layers, as the ore lies, alone; I am such a long way in I see no way through, and no space: everything is close to my face, and everything close to my face is stone.

I don’t have much knowledge yet in grief so this massive darkness makes me small.

You be the master: make yourself fierce, break in: then your great transforming will happen to me, and my great grief cry will happen to you.

Also his sonnet Archaic torso of apollo and his prose, letters to a young poet collection, are wonderful.

Another poet I enjoy a lot is Louise Glück. Vita nova is an example of such vivid imagery that I just love. With just a few words, a whole rich scene. Just a snippet, about memory, of waking up after grief, of remember to live again:

You saved me, you should remember me.

The spring of the year; young men buying tickets for the ferryboats.

Laughter, because the air is full of apple blossoms.

When I woke up, I realized I was capable of the same feeling.

I remember sounds like that from my childhood,   

laughter for no cause, simply because the world is beautiful,

something like that.

Lugano. Tables under the apple trees.

Deckhands raising and lowering the colored flags.

And by the lake’s edge, a young man throws his hat into the water;

perhaps his sweetheart has accepted him.

I've recently figured out that I've read and enjoyed poems by Mary Oliver without knowing it was her, and I hope to read more of her stuff soon. I've never read a Richard Siken collection but I have enjoyed every single poem of his I've stumbled across, and have been told that the Sylus series reminds people of his work. So you might be interested in those as well.

That's all I have time to tell you right now. As I think of and remember more, I might reblog this post from time to time with additions, because it's been a long time since I was studying literature and had the leisure to soak in poetry, and I know I haven't even scratched the surface of things I'd like to recommend to you since you're interested. But this will have to do for now. Thank you so much for this lovely ask.

edit: Pablo Neruda is a good poet to check out:

One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII -> snippet

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,   

I love you directly without problems or pride:

I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,

except in this form in which I am not nor are you,   

so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,   

so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

and e. e. cummings ->

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

                                                      i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

[itberice]

[giddlywinks]

Giddy Mag #17: High Time to Take the Throne Made Just for Me, I Think

Neptune has me living and dreaming again...

"I'm crying out for the earth to let me in, but she won't. She tells me I'm a star. She tells me this isn't home, and she's so grateful I'm around."

"Our revelations were uncorked right about the time I was thinking about giving up."

"Well, I'm busy doing shadow work, which is the nicest way I can say that I don't like living alive. I'm trying to be nicer to myself. I'm trying to feel the floor that supports me."

"What if he doesn't come back around? What if I've actually fallen in love with another idiot who thinks I might as well be God twice a week or more. Frequency depends on the budget."

I'm really hoping to figure it all out soon.

"These are messages written in your body's petals. It hurt, but you changed history."

"Ahhhhhhhhhh. See. I can exhale forever, Mother South Node."

"What the fuck is happening? In a good way, I guess. Oh God, we're gonna be together forever fireworks the aperture cannot consume it is now that I see the glory."

I'm a romantic at heart. It's just...

who I am.

"I'm honest with you."

God help me to breathe! I am good enough to rest!

[scintillulae]

[digitalfountains]

Sara Cummings by Alessandro Casagrande

[metamorphesque]

poems to read while having breakfast at the heartbreak hotel

I know I am but summer to your heart (Sonnet XXVII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why (Sonnet XLIII) by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time does not bring relief (Sonnet II) by Edna St. Vincent Millay 

I Am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

[you fit into me] by Margaret Atwood

You by Carol Ann Duffy

Be Near Me by Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Blessed be the spectacle by Lev St. Valentine

You Are Tired (I Think) by E.E. Cummings

Hope you're well. Please don't read this by Lev St. Valentine

To Say Dark Things by Ingeborg Bachmann

Lilichka by Vladimir Mayakovski

Love and Hate by Elizabeth Eleanor Siddal

Sanctuary by Jean Valentine

the winter sun says fight by Peter Gizzi

The More Loving One by W. H. Auden

A Primer For The Small Weird Loves by Richard Siken

Dirty Valentine by Richard Siken

Morning by Frank O Hara

We Don't Know How To Say Goodbye by Anna Akhmatova

You'll Live, But I'll Not… by Anna Akhmatova

from “An Attempt at Jealousy” by Marina Tsvetaeva

The Last Toast by Anna Akhmatova

In Dream by Anna Akhmatova

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

Talking In Bed by Philip Larkin

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by W.B. Yeats

La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats

[girlsbigones34]

Czech girl Melany Mendez has her Best, BBC scene with Piddle and DP.

Will Whitney and Kristof know how to free themselves in order to share a lot of fantasies together or with other people? CONTINUE...

[riddlesbunny]

Delicate

summary: On a night out to forget his past, Aemond finds himself thinking of a future with you

pairing: Modern!Aemond x Stripper!Reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: Explicit smut, alcohol consumption, sex work, reader is a single mom, semi-public, lactation kink, mommy kink (yaaay), handjobs, cum play 18+ MDNI

note: This is a repost 🙈so if it flops, it flops

Aemond Targaryen was never a fan of strip clubs. He viewed them as not only a waste of time, but a waste of money. Spending ungodly amounts on overpriced, watered down drinks. Just for a girl who pretended to be attracted to him, could dance on him for a couple of hours. He always left feeling impure while glitter and the scent of cotton candy clung to his clothes. It just wasn’t his thing, he had better ways to spend his time.

And yet, he found himself on his way to one now, on a Tuesday night. With his heathen of a brother and his immature friends. What had become of him?

You’re on the opposite side of town, also getting ready for the evening. Hot steam and the scent of lavender invigorates your senses as you’ve just finished taking an ‘everything’ shower. You’re scrubbed to the bone, freshly exfoliated, shaved, and now lathering vanilla scented lotion onto your skin when your phone buzzes.

Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon was your typical rich, frat boy who frequented the club you worked at. Over the years he had become something more of a friend than a customer. He would sometimes bring you food, or weed, or a pack of cigarettes. He had even came to your defense when certain men would over step boundaries with you.

He was a good customer, gave a lot of money to the club – and to you. He wasn’t exactly your type but there was no denying he was attractive.

you workin tonight?

depends who’s asking 😈 jk … u know where to find me 💋

perfect. and not for me 😢 have a guy who needs a distraction. wear smth expensive!

oh? 👀🤨

money talks baby

💸💦

It’s a rainy Tuesday night, you’re not sure why you agreed to pick up a shift in the first place. But you could use some extra cash, and your daughter is at her dad’s this week.

Even though the club you work at is one of the busiest in Kings Landing, you anticipate it to be an uneventful evening. Aegon coming in changes things, maybe you’ll have some sort of fun, and st the the very least someone to talk to.

It’s just you and two other girls working tonight. There are three men sat around the stage as Floris dances, and Sara is occupied with a private dance in the back. As you predicted, a pretty slow night. You have the bartender make you a drink, a dirty shirley. You sit and tap on the glass waiting for some action when Aegon finally shows up.

He has a decent sized group of guys with him, most of which seem to already be under the influence. In order to not appear desperate you wait for him Aegon to come to you.

“Lookin’ good, girl!” he calls, leaning in to hug you, “and you wore expensive perfume, that’s a good girl,” he flirts as he slides you a $50 bill and you raise your eyebrows at him.

“Is this for… your friend?”

“Not a friend,” he states proudly, a devilish grin on his face, “my brother.“

You look past Aegon to the group of guys he sauntered in with, and then you spot him. A tall, lean guy with hair the same shade as Aegon’s; except his is much shorter, and styled neatly. He’s aimlessly scrolling his phone, barely looking around. You notice he has a pack of Marlboro Menthols in his hand. With a cool demeanor and a jawline chiseled to perfection by the Gods themselves, you are in for it.

He resembles Aegon for sure, though he is much more handsome.

“Gods, there’s two of you,” you groan jokingly.

“Actually, there’s four of us,” Aegon corrects, “but one’s sixteen and the other is a girl, our sister.”

Aegon hardly ever spoke of his family and when he did it was never in detail. All you knew was that they were toxic, full of drama, lacking love, and filthy rich.

“That’s right. Well, what do I need to know about this one?”

“That’s Aemond. Go easy on him, he’s a major nerd, hates all things fun, and the club isn’t really his scene — total opposite of me,” he notes, “but he’s been hung up on this older woman and I need him to get under someone else to get over it.”

You raise your eyebrows at him a second time, unsure of what you’re getting yourself into.

“What can I say? We’re a complicated bunch, but it’s nothing you can’t handle, right princess?”

You giggle at the pet name and he grins before he smacks you hard on the ass.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

You glance over in Aemond’s direction again, now he sips on an old fashioned and his expression remains unreadable.

You decide to head to the back to quickly freshen yourself up. You’ll need to mentally prepare yourself before sinking your paws into Aegon’s sexy-as-hell brother. You brush out your curls, pick away any dried mascara from below your eyelids and generously apply more perfume. Baccarat 540, it was expensive, thank you very much.

You take a large sip of your own drink before you saunter your way back out front and over to the table where he sits.

"Hey! You look like you could use a friend" you purr, “can I offer you a dance?"

Aemond looks over to Aegon who is giving him a thumbs up before looking at you. His eye scans your body.

"Um, yeah,” he finally responds, swallowing thickly, “yeah, you can.”

This time he smiles as he checks you out.

"You wanna go somewhere more private?" you offer in a whisper, motioning to one of the closed off rooms, "ya know away from prying eyes?"

"Sure," he replies and your perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging him to one of the rooms. Once you’re alone, tucked away behind the velvet curtain, he takes it upon himself to take a seat on the leather couch.

“So how does this work?" he questions nonchalantly, taking a large sip of his old fashioned.

“You’ve never gotten a private dance before?” you ask him and he shakes his head as he swallows.

“Oh, well, I’m flattered,” you giggle, taking a seat next to him, feeling him out.

“Well, while we’re in here,” you say as you place your palm on his leg, “I’m all yours,” you smile.

“All mine, huh?”

“That’s right,” you soon come realize that Aemond isn’t even sure what he wants. You take a large sip of your drink, finishing it off in one gulp.

You slowly straddle Aemond’s lap, refusing to break eye contact as you move your body to the rhythm of the song the booms through the speakers. Your palms glide over his lean chest, teasing and tantalizing as you continue to sway your hips. Aemond keeps a firm grip on the couch, his hands not leaving his sides. You reach down and take them in yours.

“You can touch me, I promise you won’t break me,” you encourage, guiding his hands up your body.

His hands run up and down your stomach, causing a fire to ignite in your belly. His touch is more gentle than what you’re used to. He uses his thumbs to swipe over the sheer fabric of your bra against your nipples. You gasp under his touch but he quickly removes his hands from you, yet you feel his cock grow harder underneath you.

“Is something wrong?” you ask, your hands flying to your breasts, instantly feeling two damp spots there. Fuck.

It’s something you know is inevitable, but it doesn’t make it any less awkward. All of your regulars are already aware of your situation, but with someone new and unsuspecting, it’s an uncomfortable conversation. You’d found a lot of men are actually turned on by it, but there is always that chance that the current one won’t be.

“I – I’m so sorry. I don’t usually confide this, erm, Aegon knows… I have a one year old who’s still breastfeeding.”

Aemond appears to be at a loss for words. You need to get up before he can reject you himself.

“Let me just—” He stares at you intently as you’re about to remove yourself from his lap. He is definitely caught off guard by your confession, but not in the negative way that you think.

“That’s no problem,” he says huskily as he composes himself, “you stay right here.” His gaze is piercing as he keeps his hands firm on your hips, the cool metal of his rings digs into your flesh as he holds you in place in his lap.

“Alright, if you’re sure,” you mutter back to him, feeling relieved.

“Oh, I’m sure,” he tells you, the bulge in his pants evidently harder than it was earlier.

You study him carefully, there is a hunger in his eye that wasn’t there before, even moments ago. It’s as if his entire demeanor has changed. You figure you can use this to your advantage.

“I don’t usually do this, but I’m making an exception,” you tell him as you reach behind your back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the dirty floor.

“Because I’m Aegon’s brother?” he asks.

“No, because …. I want to.”

It was true, you didn’t normally get this intimate with customers, but something about Aemond was drawing you in.

Aemond’s eye widens as you reveal your glistening nipples to him. You squeeze at your breast lightly, grinding yourself into him, and he rewards you with a moan. your thumb around your nipple, gathering some of your milk onto it before rubbing it along Aemond’s lower lip. He eagerly accepts it into his mouth, sucking it harshly, nipping at your fingertip.

“You like that?”

“Mhm,” he groans against you, releasing your thumb before leaning forward into you. He smells good, expensive cologne and nicotine. His lips find their way to your neck, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. His fingers ghost down your body, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. You arch into him, wanting more.

He continues to move at an agonizingly slow pace, taking his time with you as his lips make their way from your throat down to your chest. Your breath hitches once his tongue finally comes in contact with your nipple, lapping at the droplets of milk there. He takes your flesh into his mouth, gently suckling, careful not to apply too much pressure.

Your mind is going hazy as arousal leaks from your core, you grind down harder on him.

Aemond continues to suckle at your breast, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he drinks from you with ease. His eyes are closed, his mind completely lost to the sensation of you in his mouth. Your body trembles against him and he feels it, your small whimpers and moans sending waves urging him on.

He pulls away slowly, and you wince at the loss of contact. His lips leave a trail of wet kisses across your skin as he looks up at you with glassy eyes.

You lean back, positioning yourself so that you have access to the button of Aemond’s jeans.

“Can I?” you ask.

He nods his head eagerly, unbuttoning them for you and yanking the zipper down with quickness.

You wrap your hand around his length, tugging gently as your free hand flies to the back of his head, pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

You lean down to cup and squeeze his balls as he sucks at your right breast.

“Fuck, M-mommy,” he moans.

Your eyes widen at his choice of words but they stir something in you.

“You wanna be a good boy and cum for mommy baby?”

“Yes! I’m — I’m good,” he stutters, rutting himself up into your palm.

Your hand works quicker as he finds himself back at your chest. Drinking from you like a man starved.

A few more languid pumps of his cock and he’s shooting thick, pearly ropes into your hand. You move your hand down lower to cup and squeeze at his balls for a moment before bringing it back to your mouth, licking away the salty remnants as Aemond shoves his cock back into his pants.

As if right on schedule, the timer you set on your phone to keep track of the time goes off.

“Well, looks like our time’s up,” you say with a frown.

“Looks like it,” he replies and the air swells with tension.

You turn to leave to give him a moment to find his composure, get himself together but he yanks at your wrist.

“Wait! Let me take you out!” he blurts out at you, “on a date, a real one. Please.”

You lean up to wipe a smudge of your lipgloss from the corner of his mouth.

“This was paid for, ya know?” You say empathetically and his eye darkens.

Great. You’ve offended him.

“I know that,” he says sternly, “Just, I want to take you out. Please. Just one date.”

“One date,” you repeat.

“Yes,” he assures, his good eye gleaming.

“Okay.”

You give Aemond your phone number and you let him add his to your phone.

“I will text you,” he assured before he goes to exit the room. You follow him out and watch as he makes his way back to Aegon who is bright eyed and clapping at his brother.

You make eye contact with Aegon and he mouths something to you that you are unable to decipher.

What have you gotten yourself into?

[slut4hee]

Blow Me

{Paring: Boy Best Friend Lee Heeseung x Blk Fem! Reader

{Genre: pure smut, 18+ so (mdni).

{Summary: In which your boy best friend, mentions how he’s never had a blowjob before. You being the caring best friend you are, you decide to give him his first experience.

{Warnings: explicit scenes, blowjob, cum play, throat fucking, dirty talk, pet names, ass slapping, ambw themes.

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Just like every other Friday night, you were at your best friend Heeseung’s dorm. It has been a tradition, for you and Heeseung to get together every weekend, and watch a marathon of Friday the 13th. But tonight was a little different, instead of focusing on the movie, you both were engrossed in the conversation you guys were having about the latest drama on campus.

“Wait so Jake really fucked Sara?” Heeseung said bewildered, before taking a big sip from his soda.

“I can’t make this shit Hee, I caught him blowing her back out, on the side of the building” You laughed out loudly, taking a handful of chips, and popping them inside your mouth.

One thing you loved about being around Heeseung, is that you could be yourself, you didn’t have to worry about him judging you because you both felt comfortable around each other.

“Oh, not only that, I heard Selena gave Jay a blowjob inside the bathroom stall” You quoted, that one surprised Heeseung, he knew Jay got around. But he didn’t expect him to get little innocent Selena to give him head.

“You mean like Selena from our math class? No way!” He said, but you just giggled and gave him a knowing look, he couldn’t believe Jay.

“No wonder he was bragging in the gc, talking about how he got his soul snatched or whatever the hell that means” Heeseung said, grabbing the chip bag and taking a handful, before you finish it all, you loved Doritos.

“What you do you mean, what do you mean? Haven’t you had plenty girls slob on your knob” You teased, wiggling your eyebrows and giggling.

But Heeseung remained quiet, a shade of blush appearing on his face as he swallows harshly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You looked at him confused, did you say something that made him feel uncomfortable? You and him always talked about your sexual experiences so what was the problem tonight.

“You good Hee?” You questioned, leaning towards him to get him to look back at you. He looked back at you, and you could see sweat forming on his forehead, looking like a dear caught in headlights. He sighed, before running his hands through his silky red hair.

“Promise you won’t laugh at me when I tell you this” He said hesitantly, but you could hear the seriousness and vulnerability in his tone.

“Heeseung we’ve been best friends since elementary school, when have i ever judged you?” You said, you were a little offended he thinks you would judge him. He took a deep breath and nodded, biting his bottom lip, before he finally let the words fall off his tongue.

“I-I’ve never had a blowjob before” He blurted out, heat immediately rushing to his face, embarrassment written all over his facial expression. The silence was so loud, as you stared at him with your mouth agape, he had to be fucking with you right now.

“Are you serious Hee?” You finally spoke, swallowing hard and slightly tilting your head to the side to look at him. He sighed once again, before nodding, his innocent bambi eyes letting you know, he’s telling the truth.

“Yeah, I uh, never got to experience how it feels” He chuckled shyly, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. You on the other hand was baffled, you couldn’t believe Heeseung has not had one girl suck his big cock. The only reason you know it’s big, because you accidentally walked in on him junior year.

“What about when you and that Karina chick was dating, she never went down on you ever. You said, sitting up real quickly, since the conversation was growing more intense and interesting.

“She tried, but as soon as she choked on it, she backed out, and said it was too uncomfortable and she didn’t like the taste. “Wow what a weak bitch” you thought to yourself, if it were you, you would have snatched his soul and made him cum inside your mouth.

Truth is, you always had a crush on Heeseung, ever since you met him, in the 5th grade-you loved him. But the fear of ruining the friendship is what kept you away, you didn’t want to lose the person who truly knows you. But tonight you were feeling risky, the buzzing feeling, from the soju running through your body.

“How about I show you” You blurted out before you could catch yourself. Heeseung quickly whipped his head around, staring at you wide eyed, as he processed the words that just came out of your mouth.

“W-what? What do you mean?” He stuttered, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t losing his damn mind, so he had to hear you repeat your words again.

“I said, I wanna suck your dick, I wanna show you how it feels to get swallowed” You said, smirking at him with your signature mischievous smirk. He could feel his cock jump in the confines of his boxers, holy shit you were fucking serious.

“I-i mean, I would like to” He said, feeling himself growing painfully hard, as you both have a stare off between each other, lust clouding the both of your eyes. Without saying another word, you leaned in, and started kissing his lips slowly.

You moaned inside his mouth, the sweet taste of the cherry cola, still lingering on his lips heightened your senses. You deepened the kiss, climbing onto his lap, your thick body covering his slender one. Heeseung moaned into the kiss, the feeling of your body on top of his, was making him so much harder.

“Fuck Hee, didn’t know you were such a good kisser, should’ve done that sooner” You smirked, rubbing your long acrylics down his toned chest. Heeseung smiled shyly, his eyes hooded with desire, he wanted you so badly it hurts.

You kept eye contact with him, as you trailed your fingers down his chest, until you got to the band of his sweats. You grabbed ahold of the obvious bulge inside his pants, starting to palm his clothed dick. He threw his head back, his mouth agape, as he lets out soft breathless moans.

“Mmm so responsive, so sensitive baby” You purr, climbing off his lap, and coming face to face with his boner, your ass in the air. Heeseung bit his lip harshly, the sight of your plump ass in the air, had him fighting demons. He couldn’t resist, reaching to grab a handful of your ass, squeezing and smacking the fatty flesh.

“Gonna show you, how it feels to get your soul snatched, gonna suck the life out of you” You moaned, tugging down his sweatpants. His hard leaking cock sprang free, his cock twitching and begging for some attention.

“Fuck Heeseung, you’re packing baby” You moaned, grabbing ahold of his thick base, and pumping his cock slowly. Heeseung groaned, his body jolting forward at the mere feeling of your soft palms touching his dick.

“F-fuck, that feels s’good” He said, his words slurring, already drunk off the feeling of you taking care of his body.

“Oh you think that’s good, watch this.” You smirked, moving your hair out of your face, taking the tip of his cock and sucking on it. Like clockwork Heeseung let out a loud moan, his body jolting forward once again, fuck your mouth felt like nothing he’s ever felt before.

“O-oh my god, Y/n…. Shit—baby” He whined, his hands gripping the sheets tightly, as you take him deeper inside your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head. You hummed at the salty taste of his precum, swirling your tongue all around his sensitive tip.

“Fuuuckk, oh god baby—just like that baby girl, so damn good for me” He praised, looking down at you sucking his big cock, your eyes never left his, as you bobbed your head up and down faster. Heeseung felt like the room was spinning, the air was suffocating, and his body temperature was skyrocketing.

You relaxed your throat to take him deeper, his tip kissing the back of your throat. He let out a pathetic whine, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, as feels his soul leaving his body from the feeling of your tight throat.

“Fuck fuck fuckkk, Oh Y/n, Y-your throat feels so fucking good” He cried out, his toes curling, sweat dripping down his forehead, as he feels his peak approaching soon. You moaned around his cock, your tongue circling the tip, and licking inside the slit.

“Fuck my throat baby, feed me that dick” You purr, Heeseung grabbed your hair, holding it in a makeshift ponytail, as he starts to fuck your mouth. The sinful wet sounds of you choking on his cock, echoed throughout his dorm room, he’s pretty sure the people next door knew exactly what was going down in his room.

“Shittt, goddamn Y/n, you gonna make me fucking cum” He cried out, his balls tightening, and his stomach churning in the best way possible. You looked up at him with your pretty brown eyes, your mouth full of his cock, as you took what he gave you like a good girl.

That must have set him off, as he felt his muscles clenching, a wave of heat washed over his body, as held your head in place shooting thick spurts of white cum. He let out a guttural moan, fully emptying out his balls deep inside your throat.

You pulled off his spent dick, opening your mouth, as you showed him his creamy goodness on your tongue. You swirled it around in your mouth a little, savoring the salty bitter taste, before swallowing every last drop. His chest heaved up and down, as he fought to catch his breath, you had truly snatched his soul.

“And that’s how it feels, to get swallowed baby”

A/n: zammmmmnnn, Y/n is a throat goat🤭 ngl I wanna eat his dick rn as well 🥴 reblogs and feedback appreciated!!

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Ermm i nak share story from one of my followers. M32 Farid F28 Sara (bukan nama sbenar)

He had a happy marriage life with his lovely wife. Tapi wife dia ni ada high sex driven. She always berangan kena GB (gangbang) oleh 3 or more mens at the same time. But it is just her imagination, she never tell anyone about it.

Sara & Farid has been married for 5 years. Tapi belum ada rezeki anak lg. So diorg just enjoy marriage life diorg tnpa fikirkan pndangan org lain, everyday was like a honeymoon phase bg diorg.

One day, Farid trpksa outstation ke negeri lain for a couple of month. Sara was sad to let her husband go, but she has a carrier too. So Farid pun janji dgn Sara, he will try to make time every 2 weeks to meet her. Sara agreed and lepaskn her husband go outstation dgn berat hati.

After 2 weeks in ldr, Farid pun balik ke rumah and spend time with her wife. They had a very steamy night. Sara was very happy bila nmpak Farid balik. After dinner, Farid give Sara a present. Sara dengan tak sabarnya unboxing hadiah Farid, it's a bunny costume 🐰. She loves it then terus try pakai time tu juga. "So cute and sexy sayang..." Farid puji his wife.

Farid tarik Sara, then peluk her... kiss her and usap2 rambut Sara. "Bi, satu lagi i tak try... ni." Sara tunjuk ekor bunny kat Farid, actually its an anal plug 🫣. Sara sengaja tak pasangkn ekor bunny sbb nak tease her husband and ask him to put it inside her. Then Farid pun ambil ekor bunny, put a lub on it... and slowly push into her wife ass. "Ahhhhh, i feel full Bi..." Sara merengek manja slpas Farid pasangkn ekor bunny tu. Farid tersenyum, then slap her naughty beautiful ass.

Sara suka when Farid treat her like that. After Farid slap her ass, she start acting cute and naughty infront of jer husband. Farid kiss her wife sambil ramas2 boobies. Sara merengek manja, then balas kiss her husband sambil gesel2 pussy at her husband's boxer. Ermmm... Farid started licking his wife face, kissing and licking face is wajib if he want to make her turn on.

Slowly Farid turun ke leher Sara and give her love bite 🫦. "Aaahhhhh Bi, pandai u buat syg turn on kan... hmmm bg syg byk2 Bi, syg rinduuuu..." Sara bisik kat telinga Farid. Then Farid kiss boobies Sara yang mantap tu. He kiss, he lick then suck her nipples. Ermmm Sara wet sgt time tu, dia tarik kepala Farid and ask him to lick her dripping wet pussy. "Ahhhhh ... Bi please lick my wet pussy, suck it until dry..."

Farid baringkan Sara, put her leg on his wide shoulder... then started to lick her clit. He licked, sucked and tongue fuck her wife wet pussy. Moan Sara pun smakin kuat, he continue to lick and finger lubang pussy Sara. "aaahhhh ahhhh ahhhhh, Bi please faster, ayang nak qum ni... uhhhhhh nak squirtttt faster biii... aaaaahhhh". Terpercik air squirt kat muka Farid. Fuhhhh Sara pun tolak Farid sampai terbaring, she put her wet pussy on his face, then started to lick her husband thick and hard dick. Ermmmm

Sara kiss Farid's dick head. She played the hole on it with her tongue, 👅... sambil2 stroking it. "Aahhhh, syg dont tease me like that... hurry up and put it in your mouth...." Farid geram bila Sara tease dia mcm tu. Ermmmm Sara pun slowly masukkn dick Farid ke dlam mulut dia... she started to move her head up and down... slurrrpppp slurppp ahhhhh then Farid tekan kepala Sara smpai deepthroat. Awkkk awkkkkk ahhhhh... Sara suka Farid buat mcm tu, ermmm mata hitam Sara pun xnmpak dah... uhhhhh

Farid cum at her wife mouth, and she swallow it. Sara pusing, pandang muka Farid ask him to fuck her now. Then Farid slowly masukkn dick dlm pussy Sara. Sara take control and ride the dick vigorously. Farid play with her booboies, suck them side by side. Sara tarik rambut Farid, ahhhhh suara moan dia brtmbah kuat. Farid pun pusingkn badan Sara, and continue fucking his horny wife in doggy position. Farid hentak laju2 sambil pegang rambut Sara yg panjang tu.

After few rounds of making love, Farid pun tewas di buai mimpi 😜. Sara pulak tak puas lagi, so dia buka website tinyurl.com/Xhamsterd untuk puaskan nafsunya yg masih membuak2. Sara sibuk melayan porn sambil bermain dgn toys yg Farid hadiahkan setiap kali mereka akn berjauhan. Dia tak sedar Farid terbangun dari tidur and tengah memerhatinya melayan porn gb sambil masturbate. Farid jadi turn on tengok Sara jd bernafsu sgt melayan porn gb tu. Dia pun masturbate sekali melihat kelakuan Sara

Keesokan harinya, Farid act like nothing happen after trnampak Sara jd wild semalam bila melayan porn gb. Sara pun mcam biasa, sediakn breakfast and bersiap cantik untuk pergi kerja. Sebelum pergi kerja, Farid suruh Sara balik awal... sebab nak ajak keluar katanya. So hanis waktu bekerja je, Sara terus pulang ke rumah sambil bersiul gembira. Tapi tiba saja Sara di rumah, suasana rumah sunyi. Dia panggil2 Farid, tiada sahutan. "Kereta ada..." bisik hati kecilnya. Sara pun naik ke bilik, buka je pintu... Sara ternampak Farid diikat di atas kerusi meja soleknya. Tiba2, Sara dipeluk dari belakang oleh seorang lelaki. Sara menjerit, then lelaki sorang lagi sumbat mulut Sara dengan kain.

Sara meronta2 minta dilepaskan, tapi sia-sia. Farid pun tak dapat menolongnya kerana telah diikat oleh 3 lelaki yang tidak dikenalinya.

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You can totally say no if your not comfy doing it but maybe you can suggest another writer who you may think might? But if yoir request are open is there anyway I can convince you to write on the topic of reader being Sara's best friend and has tried to come onto Joel multiple times (ie sneaking into his room etc) and then escalating to slipping a roofie into his drink one night while her and Sara are home on winter break from college? If you're not comfortable i totally understand and im sorry if I made you uncomfortable its just your writing for the darker stuff is so amazing 💖

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2k, joel miller x dark f!reader | master list A/N: here's your dead dove in a pear tree 🖤 in a way, it's kinda the inverse of night talks 😅 didn't overthink this one, so FIWB. WARNINGS: I8+ big girthy age gap (44/21), drugs, dosing, f masturbation, dubcon unsafe p in v, somnophilia-ish, choking adjacent move, degradation (both), cum, dead dove december

You're tired of her hot Dad playing hard-to-get, and you're going to put an end to it tonight.

You've come home with your college roommate, as you often do since your family lives far. Once again, her dad is dressed like a piece of meat. Tight, white, ride-me t-shirt. Cock bulging in his slutty joggers. He’s walking around double cheeked up on a Friday night in front of his daughter’s best friend. His daughter’s best friend who thinks about him every time she touches herself. 

Sarah falls asleep fast, and you can still hear the TV downstairs. You put on your locket, take off your underwear, and adjust your oversized, wide neck t-shirt to make a wardrobe malfunction inevitable with the slightest movement.  You creep down the stairs and pause at the landing, where you lightly caress your nipples, bringing them to full attention. You’re already tingling downstairs. You creep up to the edge of the living room with your arms straight down, pushing your boobs together, hands clasped together near your crotch as if you're cold. And to be fair, the air is a little cool on your bare cunt. You’re dripping for him, and the shirt barely covers your asscheeks.  Joel barely glances, then does a double take.  

His eyes fall on your breasts before reaching your face. His jaw clenches. After a few seconds, he asks, "What?" 

"Sorry to bother you. I couldn't sleep."

"What am I s'posed to do about that," he grumbles, looking away from you, resuming his focus on the television. 

You shiver and briskly rub your arms, feeling the air hit your exposed nipple for a moment, and you ask about changing the thermostat. He sighs, braces his hands on his knees, and gets up. You shamelessly ogle the bulge in his gray joggers. While he's on his way to adjust the thermostat, you open your locket and drop a little medicine into his can of beer: half a sleeping pill and half a Viagra. 

In the corner of your eye, Joel is lingering in the hall. He rubs his beard, looking at you while you pretend to look at the TV. He slowly walks forward. "Goddamn slut," he mutters under his breath, and you force away a smile as you sit down.

When Joel returns to the sofa, you're sitting next to his seat.  You bring your knee up to rest on the sofa and feel your pussy exposed.  He picks up a blanket off the other end and sets it in your lap.

"Take this with ya." He picks up his beer, and moves to the easy chair. You don't miss the way he adjusts himself as he settles into the chair. 

You make yourself comfortable, and when you just sit there, he says, "thought ya said ya were cold.”

“I'm comfy now.” 

You sit there in silence watching TV. He finishes his beer and gets another. You keep an eye on him. The sleeping pill seems to hit him first. His eyelids get heavy and he rests his head back on the chair. His breathing is steady. You think you see him getting hard. Yeah, something definitely moves in his joggers. He’s nodding off and jolts awake. He grabs his crotch and mutters, “fuck,” before he remembers you're there. You shift positions to lie on your stomach, facing him, with your ass exposed so he can see your butt cheeks. 

“Go to sleep, darlin’. God damn.” Your heart flutters. Oh, now he’s done for.

“You sure?” You ask and go into a cat pose with your ass higher in the air. 

“Yeah.”  His eyes are half shut. He tries to be subtle about slowly rubbing himself for relief, but you can see just fine.  “Fuck-” he interrupts himself with a yawn.  He shakes his head at you. “gave me somethin’, didn't ya?” 

You wet your lips and look down. “What makes you say that? Do you feel funny?”

“Like you don't know.”

In for a penny, in for a pound. You shift onto your side, then swing your legs around in front of you as you sit up on the sofa. “Well. . .I feel funny, Mr. Miller,” you purr as you spread your legs for him. “Yeah, I feel funny right here.” You slowly, lightly caress your mound near your clit with two fingers, then spread them to trace down your outer lips. 

“Somethin’ wrong with you,” he shakes his head. His brow furrows and he swallows. But he doesn’t leave. . .He looks back at the television. Your body is churning out slick, getting ready for him, but right now it’s going to waste on his sofa. You gather some from your hole and bring it up to your clit. You grab a breast and begin to touch yourself. He’s sleepy, but he's hanging in there. The heel of his palm is planted in his lap. 

When he begins to nod off again, you get up and approach the chair. He stays seated, awake but sleepy, and his breath deepens as you brace your hand on one arm of the chair. You wedge one knee between his outer thigh and the chair’s arm. Then the other side, so you're straddling him. You both look down at his visible erection. He looks up. His lips form a subtle pout, then part slightly. His brown eyes glaze over as he studies your face. 

“Dress like you want it,” you whisper. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. You reach for his cock and he gently stops your wrist. 

“I could be your dad,” he mutters, more to himself than to you.

“Please,” you whisper. Your hand doesn't stop, and he doesn't try to stop it anymore as you reach. You grab the rock hard protrusion and he silently grunts from the back of his throat. He’s throbbing against your palm through the thin cotton. Your breath hitches at the first contact. You twitch and ache for him. His brow furrows. 

“‘If you’re gonna do it, do it,” he challenges you in a near whisper. He must be painfully hard. He can't take it. You massage him through the soft fabric. 

Your lips part, and you tilt your head as you read his face. 

He mumbles, “Gonna pussy out?” He cracks a little smile and adds, “with your pussy out?”

You sigh. “You’re so fucking cute.”

“Such a rotten girl,” he murmurs with half lidded eyes as his hands come to your thighs. You shiver in a bolt of pleasure as his hands wrap around the backs of your thighs and slowly run down to your knees, then up to your ass. He squeezes your cheeks, and his cock throbs in your hand. 

“Coward,” he whispers with a snarl and takes his hands away, resting his arms on the chair. 

You brace one hand next to his head on the back of the chair, and your heart shaped locket dangles as you take down his waistband with your free hand. His cock slaps against his white t-shirt, making a wet spot. 

Good Lord. Your mouth falls open. You tug the joggers down more. He grunts softly when you cup his soft, fuzzy balls. Then you release them, grab his shaft, and hear yourself moan. Never felt anything stiffer. It's angry and now the tip is actively oozing. Your mouth waters and your body opens up for him. 

He watches your face, then yawns again. You rub yourself and gather your slick, then wrap your slippery hand around his cock. You scoot your knees forward and hover over it. He inhales through his nose as you lower yourself to make contact. You pause with the tip just inside. It's already a stretch, but deeper inside,  your core is begging for more. Your entrance spasms around his tip.  He gasps and tenses, gripping the arms of the chair as you begin to sink down.  He closes his eyes and winces as his cock divides your walls and you moan as your bodies become flush. You sit on his dick while your body makes space for him and you get even wetter. 

“Fu–ohh” he tilts his head back. His neck veins strain. He's so goddamn hot. 

You slowly tilt your hips and let out only an inch of him before bottoming out again. His cock takes up so much space inside you. You look down between  your bodies. His white shirt has ridden up to expose the happy trail and the slight pudge of his lower belly. His stomach heaves with deep breaths. You begin to move on him, slowly. 

“Ahhh, fuhh-uhhhk,” he sighs. His brows knit together and he watches you ride him. 

You tilt your hips, seeking the pressure of your clit nudging his body. “Yeah,” you breathe and move a little faster. Your necklace swings, the silver heart getting closer and closer to him. Then his hand flies up to wrap around your neck, trapping the chain. His grip isn’t firm, but the presence of his hand around your throat is enough to freeze you on his cock and give you a surge of need. Your pussy spasms, your slick walls begging for the friction they've earned. 

“You’re sick,” he mutters, then his hips punch up and he sighs. He lets go of your throat, then tugs your shirt down under your tits. 

“Fuck,” he sighs, the corners of his mouth glistening with saliva. He reaches out and palms your breasts, then hooks his hands under your arms. He watches your tits move with your rhythm. 

“How many times have you thought about this,” you ask. 

“I don't think about it,” he claims, but his face says constantly. You massage your own breasts as you ride him, and he sighs. Hopefully he can't get enough. Hopefully he comes back for more. You roll your hips with a moan. That's why you didn't use a roofie - He needs to remember this. He needs to need it. “Mmm.” Maybe he’ll be desperate, mad. As he watches you ride him, his eyelids begin to droop again. Maybe he’ll be mad enough to take it. 

You gently slap his cheek. “Stay with me,” you command, and begin to ride him harder. You slot your fingers into his hair. “When's the last time you came,” you ask, massaging his scalp as you move on his cock. “Hmm?” You pause with his cock all the way inside, and he twitches inside you. “Hmm?”

“Days,” he whispers. You start rolling your hips again. “Been days, ohhh–fuck.”

“You're gonna come inside,” you nod. His cock twitches again. 

“Ohh, fuck. Are you–ohhh,” he sighs, “are you–ugghh.” 

“It's okay,” you reassure him, “It's okay.” God, the thought of Mr. Miller nutting in your cunt has gotten you over the edge so many times alone. You're close. You bring your body closer against his and grind your clit into him, your body moving his swollen manhood, subtly rocking it as your clit presses into his pubic hair and your insides swell with the pressure of pent up pleasure. “Ohh, God,” you sigh and feel your body tighten, tighten, almost there. “Ohh, fuck,” you pant. 

“Ohh,” he moans and his hips lift under you. The tension snaps and your clit pulses, making you whine. You grind into him as you pulse, release pressure, pulse, release more, losing yourself in waves of release. 

“Oh, God,” you moan, fluttering around his stiff cock. 

“Ugggh,” he groans and his hands come to your ass. He begins to move you on his cock as your climax wanes. He moves you harder and moans unrestrained. He grits his teeth, and his fingertips dig into the plush of your ass. ”Ohh,” he sighs and fucking erupts. 

“Oh shit,” you whine, and keep clenching around him with warm bursts of him flooding your core. “Ohh God.” 

“Oh, fuck,” he pants, bursting again and again, filling you with his seed. “Ohhh,” his pulses fade and you come to a rest in his lap. He lays back against the chair breathing heavily. You lean forward and hug him. He doesn't have the energy to push you away. Soon, he's snoring and you're just sitting there enjoying the fullness of his cock and cum. 

“Mmm,” you sigh softly and begin to push yourself up. You let his cock out and some of his cum comes with it. You scoop it up from around his tip and draw a heart on his shirt, imagining how cute it'll be when it's dry and hard. Then you get off the chair entirely and draw a few small hearts of cum on his joggers. You pull the waistband up for him, then plant a kiss on his lips before leaving him there. Then you go back upstairs and put on your underwear before you get back in his daughter's bed. 

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Thank you so much for reading, ILY 💖 If you really like dark reader, you might wanna try my ghostface fic every inch

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Sara Cummings by Alessandro Casagrande

[gezelligs-world]

Crawling Back To You

(Bada Lee x Fem!OC)

Summary: After break up, Sara tried to move on by attempting to have another relationship with a guy. But Sara still can’t forget about a certain girl that always haunts her mind like a ghost.

Reminder: This work is purely based on the author’s imagination.

Warning: slight NSFW

“Hey Sara, you’re getting off early?” Sara looked towards her coworker, Min-ju who is still busy typing on her desktop. She replied politely as she put her belongings inside her bag.

“Yes, I’m afraid so…” Sara contemplates whether or not she will tell the truth. Min-ju has been an acquaintance of hers for several months now, she’s sure she heard her reason from others several times already considering how long Min-ju has been working here in this company.

“I have a date today.” Min-ju stopped typing and turned towards Sara with a smile.

“Really? That’s amazing. You finally told yourself to have a date with someone. A guy or a gal?” Sara looked down and back to Min-ju.

“A guy. A really nice one.” Sara smiled as she zipped her handbag and put it over her shoulder. She stood up and was about to turn and walk away but Min-ju’s words stopped her from making any further movements.

“I’m glad you finally got over her. Separating in good terms is one of the worst breakups out there. I understand why it took you so long to try and be with someone else.” If only emotions can speak, it’s already speaking gibberish out of Sara’s body. Sara turned to Min-ju’s direction and smiled politely.

“Thank you, Min-ju. You’re such a great… friend.” Sara bowed lightly and walked away. Not bothering to see what was Min-ju’s expression behind her pause.

Sara walked outside her company building, not forgetting to smile politely at her colleagues. She walked at the parking lot and saw a gray Honda car with a decent guy leaning towards the side. Kang-ho.

She met him when she is drinking herself out at a bar. They talked and it somehow led to exchanging socials, with Sara drunk. Kang-ho is a proof that they indeed live in a small world because she found out that he is a friend of a friend. A magna cum laude, an engineer, handsome, masculine— who wouldn’t want him?

“Ready to go?” Sara smiled at his question and nodded. Kang-ho smiled back and opened the door for her.

“So— where are we going?” Sara asked as she buckled her seatbelt.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to love it.” Kang-ho reassured, checking on her if she had already buckled her seatbelt. Once secured, Kang-ho started the engine.

Sara looked through the window as she admired the busy streets of Seoul. Seoul is a noisy city but she once loved it. Once loved it.

Cities like this can be her comfort but also her hell. It’s a small world after all. Millions of people walk around the busy streets and sidewalks every day. You can either walk past them or perhaps bump into them that will somehow turn to a good friend in the near future— maybe even a lover.

Flashback

“I know! I know! I’m on my way!” Sara exclaimed through the phone as she jogged over the busy streets of Seoul. People don’t even care when she went past through them. This is probably a common scenario to them. Her steps paused when the pedestrian signal is in red mode.

“Come on… come on…” She bit her lips with her heels continuously making a stepping sound on the ground. Once the signal turned green, Sara immediately jogged to cross the pedestrian line.

Sara smiled in satisfaction when she finally got over to the other side as if she won the first place trophy.

“Not so bad—” Sara gasped when she felt a hard body bumped into her.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry!” Sara exclaimed when she saw the stranger’s coffee got splashed all over the stranger’s clothes.

“Nah, it’s fi… ne” The stranger looked up to Sara’s face and her mouth suddenly shut. A foreigner.

“Ma’am?” Sara asked which made the stranger went out of her mind’s floatiness. Thank goodness— she speaks korean.

“Yes yes— sorry. You just speak korean so well despite you being a foreigner.” The stranger complimented Sara which made her chuckled.

“I’ve been here for five years now. Learned the language in a hard way.” Sara half jokingly said.

“Can I give you money for your laundry? I felt bad for your clothes.” Sara looked at the stranger’s white button up shirt that is stained with coffee.

“Oh no. It’s alright—” The stranger shook her hands in disagreement but got cut off by Sara.

“I insist. Please. Just give me your name and number, I’ll send the money.” The stranger thought for a moment and finally agreed.

“The name’s Bada. Bada Lee.”

“Sara?” Sara’s eyes opened when she felt Kang-ho’s hand shaking her shoulder. She sat up and looked through the window.

“Are we here? Sorry I fell asleep.” Sara rubbed her eyes as her surroundings went clear. They are in a fine dining restaurant that overlooks the entire Seoul.

“Do you like it here? You once mentioned you like city lights.” Sara turned to Kang-ho and smiled appreciatively.

“I like it. Thank you for bringing me here.” Sara smiled politely which made Kang-ho nod in satisfaction. He got out of the car before opening Sara’s door. They then went inside with Kang-ho’s hand supporting Sara’s lower back.

They went inside the restaurant and the waiter guides them to their designated seats.

“The interior is amazing.” Sara complimented as she looked around the place.

“Yeah? I’m one of the engineers that participated on the process of building this restaurant.” Kang-ho boasted naturally. Sara looked at him in slight awe.

“Truly? No wonder.” Both of them chuckled. The waiter approached them and handed two menus for each of them.

“Ladies first.” Kang-ho proposed making Sara hum.

“I’ll have a risotto for the appetizer. For the main course, I’ll have the grilled fish. For desserts— blueberry cheesecake. Wine also for the drink.” Kang-ho smiled when Sara finished and also ordered his food. The waiter bowed and went to inform the cooks.

Even after ordering, Sara still looked at the menu to check some possible dishes she would like you to try next time. Perhaps even try making it at home if possible.

Sara noticed that Kang-ho is quiet and not talkative as usual. She looked up and saw him anxiously looking around— did she just saw a hint of annoyance in his eyes?

“Is something wrong?” Sara asked which made Kang-ho turn his head to her.

“Sorry— it’s just… a lot men are staring at you.” Sara looked around and he was right. Majority of the men inside keep on glancing their way. Perhaps it’s because she’s a foreigner. Sara turned her head back to Kang-ho.

“Does it bother you?” Sara asked, her eyes narrowing as she waited for his response. His response will change her perspective of him.

“A-A little. Yeah. A little. I just don’t like them staring at what’s mine, you know?” Sara’s lips formed a thin line but quickly hid it with a hum.

Flashback

“Baby! How do I look?” Sara asked as she fixed her earrings. She then heard footsteps approaching her bedroom. Sara turned and saw Bada leaning towards the door frame with a smile of adoration plastered on her face.

“Beautiful as always, dove.” Bada approached Sara and kissed her cheek with Bada’s hands around her waist. Sara chuckled and turned to the mirror again.

“Don’t you think the skirt is too short?” Bada hummed and looked down at Sara’s skirt.

“Wear whatever you want, pretty. I wanna show the world how gorgeous my lover is.” Bada turned her around and nuzzled her nose against Sara’s.

“Don’t let other people’s opinion stop you from expressing yourself. Doll yourself up and look pretty. Leave the fighting to me.” Bada leaned in and kissed Sara’s soft lips. Sara smiled through the kiss and wrapped her arms around Bada’s neck.

The night had progressed smoothly. Sara and Kang-ho had a great time inside the fine dining restaurant. Lots of laughing, hum of approvals because of how delicious the food was, and maybe a hint of getting to know more about each other.

Sara and Kang-ho went out of the restaurant with Kang-ho talking about his work as an engineer in different companies. Sara just nod in approval trying to understand the unfamiliar words only used in his field.

“It must be exhausting, working at a well-known company.” Sara commented as they went down the stairs since the restaurant is elevated from the ground.

“A little bit, but it’s all I have dreamed of since I was a child. Working at a company known for its quality.” Sara smiled at how Kang-ho seemed so committed in his work

It certainly reminded her of someone.

“You should visit my workplace soon. My colleagues will surely like you.” Kang-ho suggested as they went to the parking lot where his car is parked.

“Soon.” Sara replied.

Flashback

Sara sat on the floor of Bada’s studio as she admired the way her girlfriend moves as she dance. At that moment, her world revolves around Bada. She fully understands why so many people admires Bada for who she was.

She looked down the floor and chuckled at the things around her. A blanket to warm her incase the ac gets too cold, a plushie for comfort, her favorite snacks and drinks, Bada’s phone where her favorite movie is playing, Bada’s Ipad incase her phone ran out of battery, and Bada’s jacket incase the blanket is not much of a use.

Bada glanced at Sara when she heard her girlfriend’s chuckle. She smiled and raised her brows. Bada lowered down the volume of the speaker and adjusted her cap.

“Yes?” Sara looked up and saw Bada walking towards where she’s sitting. She chuckled in response when Bada pulled her up for her to straddle her lap.

“Isn’t this too much? Your dance studio is not even that cold.” Bada tilted her head and chuckled.

“That’s because I adjusted the temperature to your liking. Don’t want this pretty girl to catch a cold, right? I will be a bad girlfriend if I let that happen.” Bada replied while caressing Sara’s waist in up and down motion. Sara tried her hardest to not satisfy Bada’s pride by showing not too much reaction. Damn, this girl got her wrapped around her finger.

“But you like it cooler— and you’re sweating after dance. Goodness sake! Look! You’re still sweating—” Sara’s ramble got cut off by Bada’s soft lips against hers. She immediately melted through the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s neck with Bada’s hands gripping on her waist.

Bada’s hands gripped on Sara’s waist harder to pull her up, pulling her closer than the previous contact. Sara whined through the kiss, asking for more— no— demanding for more.

The kiss ended, followed by two woman who were breathing heavily— they didn’t regret falling out of breath though.

“My place?” Bada’s question echoed around the four walls of the dance studio but Sara shortly nodded with a lustful emotion present in her eyes.

Bada smiled and placed a short kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. Before scooping her up to go to the parking lot and drive to her apartment.

They didn’t waste time when both of them arrived inside Bada’s apartment. Their makeout session continued behind the four walls surrounding them.

Sara is pinned to the bed with Bada’s soft lips distracting her from the outside world. Bada’s kisses never failed to take her to heaven.

Others might send them a judgmental stare and throw words portraying their action as a sin but Sara never cared. Bada is too good to be a sin. No human goes up to heaven without making many sins. If there’s no such place where she’s allowed to rest peacefully once she died— Sara will gladly stand in hell with her heaven in her arms.

Sara’s thoughts got cut off when she felt Bada sucking on her sweet spot that made her mind go blank. Her hands quickly made its way to her blouse but Bada’s hand stopped hers from doing so.

“A beautiful girl like you should only be lying pretty as her clothes got removed one by one. Be the pillow princess as you should be.” Sara whimpered from just hearing Bada’s words. It definitely made her wet down there.

Her whimpers only got louder as Bada indeed removed her clothes, she let Bada do all the work— it’s not like she will let Sara do any minimal work, she always treated her like a princess after all. After the last remaining clothing, Bada’s kisses went from her neck to her chest and to her stomach. Sara felt Bada’s movements suddenly stop as she met Bada’s eyes.

“Thank you for the meal…” Sara gasped and moaned loudly as Bada’s tongue went to where it belonged to.

Intimate moments with Bada has always been a romantic feeling. Not like the others who use other people’s body for pleasure. Bada is more of a man than any other guy who walked into Sara’s life.

It made her realize that loving someone is not so bad at all. Especially if you have someone who loves you and treats you as if it’s as easy as breathing air.

Sara was busy admiring the city lights but looked down and smiled at the sleeping Bada beside her. Their clothes are scattered around the bedroom including Bada’s cap which was in the doorknob. All of what’s left are their naked bodies with their markings of each other left as a sign of their commitment and their love.

She leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Bada’s lips which causes Bada to stir and to tightened her grip around Sara’s waist.

Sara smiled at the action that it almost made her heart swell with affection.

“I love you, Bada… so much.” Sara mumbled through Bada’s ear and kissed her cheek once more.

Sara sipped her wine as she admired the city lights below her. After Kang-ho dropped her off the apartment building, she immediately grab her leftover wine and sat at the edge of her bed to look at the view of Seoul.

She glanced at the frame placed on her bedside table that was facing the wall. Sara turned it to face her revealing a photo of her and Bada. The only evidence of their love left in her bedroom.

“We look so happy here…” Sara smiled sadly as she grabbed the frame. She wonders where it all went wrong. Is it there busy schedules? Bada’s dreams? Her dreams? Their time? The disappearance of physical affection? Sara never knows.

Both of them knew that their relationship was slowly falling apart. There is no one to blame. They’re in their 20s— still figuring out life and nowhere in place to be considered a grownup.

She somehow wonders if she ever crosses Bada’s mind. Probably yes, but she will never know what emotions Bada were feeling whenever she got reminded of their love.

Their breakup resulted in good terms, with communications, and with clarifications. Sara hoped it wasn’t the case. She hated that it ended in good terms. The four walls surrounding her knew the cries of pain she let out every night just by merely a memory they shared. The touches. The smiles. The laughters. The kisses. The I love yous. She hated them all.

Sara didn’t even notice a tear running down her cheeks as she thought about those moments that continuously lingered her mind.

Without further to do, she grabbed her phone and messages Kang-ho.

‘I believe our relationship will never work out. I apologize if I ever let you think that this will lead into something serious. I’m sorry.’

Sara sighed and put down her phone. She stared at the ceiling, the pressure on her chest was finally free.

Maybe she was too busy being hers to fall for somebody new.

Might do a part two :)