OMG OMG LMG OMG I'M TOTALLY NORMAL ABOUT THIS. DON'T WANNA RIDE IT AT ALL. HIS HAND DON'T EVEN LOOK THAT GOOD. TOTALLY DON'T WANT HIM TO WRAP THOSE ARMS AROUND ME. I'M OKAY. RED DOESN'T EVEN MATTER TO ME. AVERAGE VERY AVERAGE.
Was so nervous before my exam today and kept bouncing my leg and I think I had an orgasmš§š»a very stressful one I thought I was gonna throw up lmaoš
You know when things have been piling up for a while and a specific something comes and ruins it even more for you so you feel like you just wanna end it? Yeah. But you can't
A voice came from your left, just audible over the chatter of the bar. You turned your head, blinking away the angry haze that had clung to you since you walked out - no, stormed out - of your apartment an hour ago. The guy leaning against the counter next to you had the kind of smile that made you want to smile back, even when your chest still burned with betrayal.
It had happened an hour ago. Youād walked into your apartment expecting takeout and a movie night, only to find your boyfriend bent over the kitchen counter with some girl you didnāt recognize. sou didnāt even remember deciding to move, just the sharp slap of your palm against his cheek before you turned and walked out
"Yep," you muttered, swirling the half finished whiskey in your glass. "Got cheated on."
He winced, "oof. Thatās shitty." He flagged down the bartender, ordered another round for you without asking, then tilted his head. "Wanna talk about it, or just drink until it stops mattering?"
"Nah, talkingās overrated," you said, accepting the fresh glass he slid toward you. The ice clinked as you took a sip, "But if youāve got a better distraction, Iām all ears."
He laughed, leaning in towards your direction, "Oh, Iāve got plenty of distractions."
He's implying exactly what you were both thinking.
"At least tell me your name first," you said, laughing into your drink, the ice shifting as you tilted the glass toward him.
"Chan," he said, grinning as he tapped his glass against yours. "Don't forget it."
You didnāt. Not when his mouth was on yours in the elevator up to his apartment, not when he backed you against his door, fumbling with the lock while you littered marks on his neck. Not when he finally got it open and shoved you inside, his hands already sliding up your thighs, pushing your clothes out of the way.
Now youāre sprawled across his couch, Chan between your legs, his pants undone just enough to let him press into you. You gasp, arching up as he sets a brutal pace from the first thrust, your nails digging into his shoulders. "oh fuck Chanā"
He grins down at you, one hand tangling in your hair to tilt your head back. "Louder," he murmurs, and you oblige, moaning his name like a prayer.
Then your phone rings.
You ignore it, digging your fingers into Chanās back as he fucks you harder, like heās trying to drown out the sound with the slap of skin against skin. But the phone keeps ringing. Once, twice, three times. Until you groan in frustration and shove at Chanās shoulder. "Fuck, hold onā"
You twist, reaching for your purse where itās half crushed under your hip, the phone vibrates in your hand as you yank it free, and your stomach drops when you see your exās name flashing on the screen.
Chan doesnāt stop moving, but his hips are rolling against yours in slow circles now, one hand braced on the couch beside your head. "Answer it," he murmurs, his voice rough.
"What?" You blink up at him, your thumb hovering over the decline button.
"Answer it," he repeats, pressing deeper, and you gasp. "Let him hear you."
The idea coils hot in your stomach, your thumb hovers for half a second before you swipe to answer, hitting speaker just as your exās voice crackles through. "Hey, listen, Iā"
You cut him off, voice steady even as Chan drags his hips back slowly, then snaps forward, making your breath stutter. "Save it," you say, sharper than you meant to. "You donāt get to call me afterā"
Chan does it again, harder this time, and a moan slips out before you can bite it down. Your ex goes silent for a beat. Then, incredulous, "Are youā are you fucking someone right now?"
Chan chuckles against your neck, "Yeah," you gasp, tilting your head back, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Yeah, I am." The silence on the other end of the line is deafening.
he then stammers, his voice cracking. "shit, youā you couldnāt even wait a few hours?"
You laugh, breathless, as Chan drags his tongue up your throat. "You waited less than that," you say, your voice steadier than you feel.
Chanās hands slide under your hips, lifting you just enough to angle himself deeper, and you choke on a moan. Your ex makes a strangled noise. "is this a sick joke you're playing? Are youā are you trying to humiliate me?"
"Not everythingās about you," you pant, but Chan chooses that moment to thrust hard, and the words dissolve into a whimper.
"Fuck," your ex mutters, and you can hear the frustration and disbelief in his voice, "Look, I fucked up, okay? she came on me, it didnāt mean anythingā"
Chan slows, grinding into you with deliberate, filthy precision, and your thighs tremble. "Oh my God," you whine, the words slipping out before you can stop them.
Your ex exhales sharply on the other line, "Youāre really doing this."
You donāt answer. You canāt answer. Chanās mouth is on yours, swallowing your moans as his hips snap forward again, and the phone slips from your fingers, falling onto the couch. Your exās voice is distant now, muffled, still pleading.
Chan pulls back just enough to grab your phone off the cushions, pressing it to his ear without breaking eye contact. "Hey, man," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. Heās still buried inside you, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep you spread open. "Yeah, sheās busy." Your exās muffled shouting cut through the speakers, "Uh huh. No, I donāt think she cares." He thrusts shallowly, just to watch your breath hitch. "no, I won't tell her to take you back, the fuck."
Chan scoffs, hanging up before tossing your phone onto the cushions with a flick of his wrist, the screen still lit with your exās unanswered text thread.
His other hand stays planted on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin as he rolls his hips again, "Seriously," he murmurs, dragging his thumb over your lower lip. "How the fuck were you even dating that guy?"
You laugh, "Low standards," you gasp, arching into him as he picks up the pace, his grip tightening. "And apparently a āoh fuckā terrible taste in men."
Chan snorts, leaning down to nip at your collarbone. "Nah, your taste is great," he says, Youāre about to retort, but he shifts, pulling your leg over his shoulder, and the angle punches a moan out of you instead.
"Now," Chan murmurs, his breath hot against your ear as he drags his hips back slowly, before pushing to the hilt, "where were we?"
I genuinely need to hump stupidly against a girl's thigh. whimpering and babbling nonsense that I just couldn't hold back, with my face buried on the crook of her neck as I make a real work of art on her skin with my sticky cum, and she just praises me and tells me to keep going until I'm a dumb, messy girl who just thinks about cumming for her mommy ://
I hate men but the only time I wish I was one is when I see hyunjin because I wish I had a dick so I could use those pliant plush lips and feel them around me, how they'd be swollen and red and I'll watch how he tears up as I shove it in more down his throat as his eyes roll back and he starts tearing up while begging me to slow down with those glassy eyes except I don't and I pull on his hair and he starts whimpering as he finishes in his pants from the pain pleasure mix while my cum chokes him up and then I wake up
