he loved your smile. your lively and kind personality. your fighting spirit. your attitude. your motivation to constantly try to improve yourself. your facial expressions. your humorous personality. your positivity. your ambition. your love for others. your confidence. your honesty. your sincereness. your imagination.
he loved everything about you. all your flaws, imperfect features, anything that made you more you.
but how does one convey that in a single sentence? a single phrase? a singular, 'i love you'.
he's not confident anymore if he can really do this.
"sicheng?" he feels your gorgeous eyes peer up at him, tilting your head in a confused manner. he thinks about how pretty your eyes look, with the dazzling night sky reflecting in them. he feels so lucky to be able to see this beautiful sight.
in that single moment, he forgets everything he was going to say. he prepared so hard for this day, for this moment, but when the time came, he lost it all.
he's sorry he can't give you a long confession like those you enjoy reading in stories. he's sorry he can't make this moment anymore special. but he wants to tell you. needs to ask you. even if there was a slight chance you might reject him, he needed to do this.
he grabs onto your shoulders and locks eyes with you for a couple more seconds. the air feels tense, neither one of you daring to break the silence, until sicheng manages to speak out, his voice intense, his gaze pleading, "i want you to be mine."
your eyes widened in shock, a faint blush spreading over your cheeks. you looked like you were in disbelief, like you couldn't believe those words had come out of his mouth. "me?"
at this, his smile grows wider. why was he ever worried?
[6:30am]: a wave of realization washes over sicheng as he turns to look at his best friend, her face illuminated with the subtle light of the upcoming sunrise—he'd give anything to stay with her forever.
but the problem was that soon, they'd be separated by an ocean when they go to different grad schools.
# uma coisa que eu consigo imaginar ele fazer claramente é te dobrar do jeito que ele quer, sabe? sem cuidado nenhum, testando toda a sua flexibilidade e te usando como brinquedinho de foder dele.
𓂅 ꗃ anal
# o homem é pauzudo e sabe disso, ele faria questão de destruir todos os seus buraquinhos, desfrutar de tudo o que você pode dar pra ele.
𓂅 ꗃ creampie
# assim como o jeno, ele piraria bonito vendo a porra dele no seu corpo inteiro. em um dia que você não está afim de aprofundar as coisas, você faria um boquete nele e só o pensamento de você com a porra escorrendo pela cara e os peitos faria ele gozar mais rápido.
𓂅 ꗃ degradação
# ele vai fazer questão de te degradar de várias formas, lembrar que você é o brinquedinho dele, que é uma puta imunda por deixar ele fazer o que quer com você.
𓂅 ꗃ bondage
# bondage não é uma coisa frequente, é só quando ele tá sem paciência pra sua atitude birrenta (talvez ele até coloque uma gag ball em você pra completar).
sicheng and u are bestfriends and on a night out, sicheng got very drunk + horny and surprisingly, u ended up helping him. in the morning on his bed, sicheng is so embarrassed but the confession talk fixes everything <3
tw: mildly dubious consent, slight kinda somnophilia (like, falling asleep in the middle of it), mutual masturbation, humping
You loved getting drunk with your best friend, like there were very few things in life that you'd found to be better than this. Both of you had a drink, and you were laughing, arms around each other's shoulders as you danced (terribly) to the music playing. You knew the rest of your group of friends were probably clowning the two of you, that Xiaojun was probably taking videos of the dancing and the way that you completely bumped into WinWin and spilled your drink all over yourself.
"Oh shit," WinWin laughs, and he tries to help you clean up, wiping at the liquid where it glistens on the exposed parts of your chest before he realizes what he's doing, how he's basically groping you. "Oh shit." He takes a step back, hands dropping, his drink forgotten in his own hands.
But he keeps staring at your chest as you try to wipe away the excess liquid with a bunch of napkins you stole off a table nearby. "It's fine, Win."
And a moment later, you're both back at it--dancing terribly and laughing, the previous spill forgotten.
Or at least, you forget about it. But hours later, when you're both definitely drunk (but he's drunker), you and WinWin and all of the rest of your friend group leave and head back to their apartment.
A couple of them make it to their beds, but some of your friends just pass out on the sofa or on the floor, and you watch Kun walk around, tipping the drunkest ones onto their sides, covering them all with blankets (or jackets, when he runs out of blankets) and trying to tuck a pillow (or a hoodie when he runs out of pillows too) beneath their heads.
WinWin doesn't let you collapse into the chair in the living room that you're eyeing. He wraps his hand around your arm and tugs, "Come sleep in my room."
It just makes sense to crawl into WinWin's bed, to kick off your pants and mumble for him to turn the small fan on that stands in the corner of the room. Everything is too hot, and it's even worse when WinWin climbs into the bed too, flinging his limbs everywhere, his body halfway on top of yours.
You push him, and he shoves back, and then you're both giggling and the heat is forgotten for a moment as you wrestle around on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, but then....
Well, then WinWin moans. At first you think it's nothing, but then through the fog of your slowly sobering mind, you realize that WinWin is grinding against your leg where it's pressed up against his crotch.
"I'm sorry," WinWin sighs, but he doesn't stop, and you don't want him to if you're being honest. You reach out, curling your hands at his sides, pulling him closer by the sides of his shirt.
Later on, maybe you'll wish that you didn't drunkenly hook up with your best friend, but in the moment all that your intoxicated mind can focus on is that it feels so good to have WinWin grinding against you, his mouth so close to yours, close enough to kiss.
You don't kiss him. You don't do anything except let him keep rubbing off against your thigh.
You like how when he really gets into it, WinWin pulls you closer and he drops his head to your chest. His hot breath puffs against your breasts, his hands clutching you tighter, his hips working faster against your thigh.
He cums in his underwear, humping your thigh, his mouth open against the soft skin of your tits. You don't even care that you didn't really get anything out of this, you just like that you could help WinWin to cum.
"Been thinking about your boobs since you spilled that drink earlier," he mumbles against your chest, not moving at all from where he's fully pressed against you. "God, you made me so horny, and then you were rolling around in my bed with me in just your panties and this flimsy top with your boobs half hanging out?"
WinWin moves his hips in a circle again, and you can feel the dampness soaking through the front of his underwear against your bare skin.
You're both definitely still drunk, so when WinWin mumbles an offer to get you off too, you definitely agree. His mouth feels fire-hot on your chest as he starts trailing kisses over your boobs, and then he's moving a hand over your belly, squeezing his fingers past the band of your panties.
His breath feels so good on your chest, damp with sweat from the ridiculous heat in this bedroom. But his fingers as they meet your pussy feel so fucking delicious, a perfect distraction from the killer heat.
You push a hand down your body to cup his fingers against your pussy, driving your hips up against his touch, grinding your clit against his fingers in an effort to get what you want. WinWin's still kissing your chest, slow presses of his mouth to match the slow circling of his fingers.
And then WinWin presses a finger inside you, just even thrusts of his finger. Your moans vibrate your chest, his mouth brushes lower over your breast, pushing the flimsy edge of your top down. It was already askew, just completely crooked on you, so it takes very little for him to get one whole tiddy out, exposed to the room, available for his lips.
WinWin's lips close around your nipple. A second finger joins the first inside you. Your hips rock up off the bed, your hand still covering his as he starts to curl his fingers inside you, and you keep trying to grind your clit against his hand, just needing more more more.
He murmurs something against your chest, his tongue flicking across your nipple, and then his mouth is moving again, your skin tingling in the wake of his kisses. His head rests on your chest, lips just barely brushing your breast, and you moan as he presses his fingers deeper, just perfectly curling them to hit your G-spot, and then he stays there while you rock your hips, grinding your clit against his palm as well as forcing his fingers against that spot.
You're so busy fucking yourself on WinWin's fingers, so close to cumming, that it takes you a moment to realize that he's stopped moving his fingers because he's fallen asleep.
You whine, but you're too desperate for your orgasm to care too much. You press your hand over his and you ride his fingers until you're cumming, pussy clenching and squirting around his fingers. Your world feels fuzzy and light and so good, even better than just being regular drunk, and even when the feeling fades some, you still feel so good, but your body is heavy, your eyelids are heavier, and you just fall asleep, relaxing into the heat.
In the morning, you wake to the feeling of a sudden movement. Discomfort, alarm, the whole bed shakes.
You sit up, feeling completely disoriented, but probably not quite as disoriented as WinWin who's fallen halfway off the bed.
His hair is standing up in five different directions. There's a crease on his cheek that looks a lot like the strap of your top. Your arm is numb, all pins and needles as the feeling starts to return now that WinWin's not laying on it anymore.
He's just staring at you.
"What's your problem?" You groan, slumping back down against the pillow. You flip onto your side, reaching for the sheet to pull it up over you, but almost immediately you remember how hot it is, and you kick the sheet back off. All you want is to sleep a little bit longer, wait for your headache to fade away some. You love getting drunk with WinWin, but you hate the hangover the next day.
"Hey," he whispers, reaching up to pull himself fully back into the bed. You feel him poke your shoulder. "What happened last night?"
You groan.
"Did we have sex?" He asks.
You freeze. Does he not remember? You know you were both pretty drunk, but was he that drunk? You stare ahead at the wall. You don't really want to roll over to face him now, to tell him that, yeah, you kinda had sex. That he humped you until he came in his underwear, and then he fell asleep while fingering you.
"I mean, like, I remember, uh..." You hear him sigh, the frustrated sound of him running his fingers through his hair. "I was hoping that part was just a dream. It's embarrassing, but, I humped you, right?"
Slowly you look back over your shoulder at him, turning so you're on your back. "You did."
WinWin squeezes his eyes shut. "I'm sorry. I can't believe I did that. I'm so, so sorry. I'm embarrassed That was totally wrong, like I just used you like that, so I get it if you're mad or disgusted or..."
You sit up, placing your hand on his knee, and he cuts his next words.
"You know I liked it, right? Do you not remember me agreeing to you getting me off too?" You reach for his hand, the one that last night had made you cum. "I know you fell asleep in the middle of it, but I thought you at least would remember the beginning. If you're going to be embarrassed about anything that happened, just be embarrassed that you fell asleep on me before I came."
"Shit, really?" WinWin looks down at your hand wrapped around his. "I mean, that explains why I woke up with my hand down your panties, but...." He turns away, his cheeks a little flushed as he admits, "I was worried I did something."
"Oh, you did something," you tease. "Just nothing bad. I promise."
The pure look of relief on his face brings a bright smile to your face. You laugh, leaning in to butt your head against his chest gently. His arms come up to wrap around you, and together you fall back against the pillows.
"I agreed with everything we did, WinWin. I liked what we did." You tilt your head back to look up at his face. "Last night you told me you were horny from the moment that I spilled that drink on myself, and listen, I was thinking about your eyes on my tits all night after that too. Thinking of your hands when you touched me, trying to help clean me up."
He moves his arms around you more, and you feel his fingertips brush the side of your chest, moving against the soft rise of your breast beneath your arm.
You feel your nipples getting hard in response, thinking about him touching you, dreaming about having his lips on your boobs again, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud.
"I liked it, WinWin. I'd do it again."
The rest of the apartment is still quiet. Everyone else is likely still passed out, buried beneath their borrowed blankets and pillows to avoid their hangovers.
"Do you want to?" WinWin asks, and now his hand slips over your breast, cupping it, his thumb teasing over your nipple. "Want to do it again? Sober, this time."
You'd hardly say you're sober yet. There's definitely got to be some alcohol clouding your decision making skills when you say yes to your best friend, agreeing to turning this relationship from just friends to more.
Your tongue kept sticking to the roof of your mouth it was so dry. The contrast between that and WinWin's tongue gliding over your dripping wet pussy was interesting.
"Oh." you moaned.
WinWin leaned up, his lips slick with your wetness. He was smiling, his eyes telling a story of a man in lust and love. It was his first time eating you out. He was nervous, but he really had no reason to be. Your body loved the feel of his mouth on you, almost as much as you could vocalize.
"My love," WinWin said. " You have to stop moving so much, I want to be able to keep going."
You promised that you would stop, apologizing to him softly, your teeth biting down on your knuckles. He kissed the top of your mound, and then your clit, his tongue parting you in a way that made your body writhe. You touched the top of his head, your spit-covered fingers in his hair.
"Baby, please." WinWin said.
But you couldn't stop moving when it felt so good. You lifted your bottom off the bed one last time before WinWin captured you, pulling you closer and tighter, until you couldn't move. He feasted on you, burrowing his tongue inside of you until you came quickly.
Surprised, WinWin came up from between your legs, his breathing raggedy and hard. "From me?"
You smile softly as you watch Winwin draw small hearts and funny characters on the cast on your arm, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he did.
He'd use every colour in the sharpie box, adding dots and swirls every now and then, perhaps giggling with you as he drew a silly face on your other hand. A strange story seemed to weave into the silence, but still you'd sit wondering what it is you must have done in your past life to deserve someone like him.
➸ note; nobody asked me to write this lol i just felt like it so here u go <3
➸ word count; 368
➸ mei; aged 4
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‘Dad- ow,’ Mei hisses as Sicheng pulls the brush through her tangled hair.
‘I’m sorry Mei,’ Sicheng grimaces through gritted teeth, ‘but you’ve got a big tat.’
The two of them are sat in front of Mei’s vanity mirror. Mei has just had a bath with her dad’s help, and now she was wrapped in blankets and pyjamas while Sicheng brushed her wet hair with a pink glittery tangle teezer.
Mei yawns, her long day of pre-school play seemingly catching up with her.
‘You want to go to bed after this? It’s early but you seem tired,’ Sicheng hums, still continuing to work at the tats and knots in his little girl’s hair.
‘Please can we watch cartoons?’ She asks hopefully.
‘Okay, fine.’
Mei is Sicheng’s youngest, as well as the only daughter so he’s like putty in her hands. One please and he’ll do anything she asks him to.
Eventually Mei’s hair is brushed to both of their satisfaction, and Sicheng is bundling Mei up in a sort of burrito form to carry her into her bed. Sicheng has always adored her bedroom, you had both done a really good job of it. The walls were like a pale blue-purple colour, with wispy white clouds painted with stars of various colours. There were also hanging paper mâché planets hanging from the ceiling, which your older boys sometimes treated like piñatas, much to your dismay.
Mei snuggles into her bed almost immediately, eyes already dropping closed.
‘What do you want to watch darling?’
‘P-powerpuff,’ she whispers, too tired to finish the full sentence.
‘Good choice.’
And so Sicheng puts on a random episode, laying down next to Mei who demands to be cuddled to sleep.
An hour later, you begin to wonder why it’s so quiet, where Sicheng and Mei had gone. Surely bath-time was over?
Your heart thumped when you saw the two of them so peacefully cuddled up and asleep beside each other, a random toy advert playing on the TV. You press a quick kiss to each of their foreheads, before slowly backing out of the room and gently clicking the door shut. Sicheng would make his appearance and cuddle you to sleep soon enough.
