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salmon!

dog-gone it.

intimacy is subjective

the sky, the sun, getting beat up by inumaki

bitter eclipse

puppy love

tongue-tied

be not afraid of my body

sweet dreams and other cursed demands

i leave you

come

our hands

the sun will rise again

1999

transatlanticism

my home is where your heart is

i know when you're around ('cause i know the sound of your heart)

let's talk.

nightmares

paper wings

pull me close

this love

secret admirer

favorite

muse

a coffeeshop phone call

crush

Riding him good

you said you didn't want to take your cute panty off

he's been dying to do this

car fun after a fun date

he's obsessed watching it

stuck in his apartment because of heavy rain, what more fun way to kill some time?

he'll do the working just stay there cutely

pussy slaps

pussy slaps 2

they're more adorable in red

if you're not whimpering then what's the point?

bending you over

you admitted you like his hands when they're working in between you

teasing him in that short gets you this

it was just a joke but now he's toying with you as ghost face

you want your fishnet stockings on while doing it? how lewd

wdym you're insecure about them? he cant even keep his hands off of them

after work routine

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Dark!Gojo Satoru x reader -College AU

word count: 6.6k

Synopsis: You’ve always had a hard time standing up for yourself. Your new roommate loves that about you.

(Warnings: yandere, dark content, manipulation, slight exhibitionism, forced voyeurism(?), non-con, gojo being a freak)

It was a clerical error. 

Gojo Satoru wasn’t supposed to have a roommate because he was Gojo Satoru. The apartment was specifically his, as most things were. 

You were a mistake. 

The administration apologized to you both. They’d fix it in no time, they promised. This would only last a month before you’d move to your permanent residence. 

You didn’t mind the error. His apartment was large and expansive, and you’d already unpacked your stuff. The plan was to keep you there until everybody settled in for the semester, and then they could swap you out to an empty room. 

Gojo didn’t seem to mind too much either. You assumed he’d be a bit more irritated with the situation, but his lax nature was a pleasant surprise. You wouldn’t necessarily call the two of you close, but you weren’t on bad terms either. 

Positive, is the better word. Not exactly neutral, but not too friendly either. You existed on the edges of each other's peripherals, and you were pretty happy with that. Gojo wasn’t a bad roommate either. He kept the apartment mostly clean and didn’t leave any food out. You thought you’d have to deal with loud parties; he seemed like the type, but the tiny circle he gravitated towards never overstayed its welcome. 

The only issue was the music. 

contains: STRAIGHT UP PORN, timeskip! Haikyuu boys (obviously.), whimpering, pnv, doggystyle, jerking off, moaning, eating, overstimulation, humping/dry humping, size kinks, etc.

18+ warnings nsfw!!! watch at your own risk must have X account or some might not work :(

teasing atsumu while he whines and cries

Osamu is the best eater!!

yamaguchi sending you a video at home while you’re gone

Tsukishima jerking off to the thought of you in that cute outfit you wore today

Nishinoya loves any form of sexual activity. even if its your feet

Osamu + Atsumu front and back

Jerking kenma off while he’s gaming

Oikawa overstimulating you with his fingers

Kuroo letting you hump his abs

Bokuto has insane stamina AND energy..!

Ushijima fucking into you while you still have the lingerie he bought for you (Ushijima AGAIN.)

Showering with kageyama didn’t end as you were expecting it to..

Sugawara wants to give you the treatment you deserve

Dry humping Hinata til he cums :(

Morning sex with daichi before he goes patrol

Suna LOVESSSS recording you while he plunges his dick inside you 💕 (another suna video)

Aone and his size kink

Coach ukai pounding into you from behind

More characters of your choice:

Tag teaming on him>>

Him jerking off to a video of you

Helping him solve his morning wood

Eating you out <333

A/n: this is definitely a new post, i dont think ive done twitter links yet but Ive seen that it’s very popular so might as well give it a try!

Edit: fixed the unavailable videos and added more because why not lol

Grief is an emotion typically characterised by emotion (or lack there of) regarding loss and/or hurt (typically in response to others)

I feel it, not for others

For me

I am grieving myself

And what I had, not that I actually lost it, but because there is a presence convincing me of it

And I am aware enough to see that it’s there

That it needs to change, to not actually be lost

And I am taking the steps there

I just need to get past it

I know that

Steps are steep but conquerable

For grief is an emotion of loss

But I haven’t lost everything

I haven’t hit the bottom

And I am not willing to get there because there’s more at stake than to let myself fall

And I. I am finding the grit to do so, to keep from falling

And to continue climbing those steps

To get to my peak

For grief is a mountain

But only one portion of the climb

A hill, to give it a name

A section of a hike

That looks intimidating until it’s finished

Until it’s scaled

And then the real climb begins

Jake fucking you so hard he overstimulates himself and leaves you two on the verge of tears (TW: Moans, Cries, Wet sounds)

Gojo has picked up the bad habit rather recently.

It started for no good reason, he has no justification for why he does what he does. He has never had trouble picking up women or having sex. He's tall and rich and his breath always smells like fresh mint. Women have never been an issue for a man like him. But he picked up the bad habit, for a reason he doesn't even understand himself. At first it was just a little prank, because he liked seeing how a girl he has been eyeing for a while starts to faint in her friend's arms and then has to leave. Its not even about the sex for him, its about the power he holds over the people he makes most vulnerable.

And then he sees you.

You don't even seem to mind him. You don't even seem to care. And that sends him on a furious rage. Not letting him close, almost dancing in circles around him, avoiding somehow falling victim to his charms. Long fingers that ache to graze your exposed skin, ache to come in contact with the one thing he can't possess. Gojo doesn't deal well with rejection, he doesn't deal with rejection at all. He's confused, his brain producing chemicals that have him feeling he's about to have a stroke.

And so he does it.

The pill dissolves in your drink when you less realize. He's fast and has enough practice to do it before you can avoid him again. You try and run off, one last time, his vibe is rancid and the only thing you want is for him to get away from you. And then, you stumble, and fall limp in his arms. And Gojo is sickeningly sweet, tucking away strands of hair that stick to your forehead from the heat of the bar. He licks his teeth, smiling at you like he's about to devour you alive,

The back of the bar is barely lit, lonely. The sound and reverberation of the music and speakers is enough to silence your moans as Gojo carries you like you're weightless, using you like a doll as you use your last strenght to cling to his neck. His cock goes in and out, out and in as he bounces you up and down his dick. Your velvety walls flutter against him, trying to milk him with your drowsy little cunt. Gojo grins when he feels you drooling against his shoulder. Pressing you against the wall, thrusting deeper and harder. Your cervix being used as a punching bag for the tip of his shaft. He's punishing you, punishing you for not desiring him in the same way he desires you, punishing you for having the nerve to reject him. Anger makes him lose control, thrusting so hard you are able to feel a stinging pain despite the drug and the alcohol.

Once he fills you up, he places the plan B on his tongue and presses it against yours. Helping you swallow as he kisses you, sloppily. He carries you like you're precious, like you're breakable, even when there's a glimmer of hatred in his blue eyes.

"What if I just keep you to myself?" he asks, fervorous with rage, with desire to possess. "I need you. I need you to want me. Will you ever have me like this without the drug?"

You pass out before he gets his answer.

Gojo M.List

TAG LIST/PROBLEMATIC TAG LIST

tags under the cut!!!!!!

pairing: lando norris x fem reader

you are lando's new girlfriend

masterlist

y/n.user

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caption: my life recently (chaotic as always)

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user83: max and lando in the comments??? Me as an f1 fan I'm going crazy!!

y/n.user: same

user2: here for lando norris liked

user40: I came from lando's stream!

user3: wait what??

user40: he mentioned this girl on his stream! He's still streaming

y/n'sbestfriend: girl you're still so stunning

landonorris.fan

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user2: OMG THIS JACKET WAS IN THE BACKGROUND OF YN'S IG STREAM

user99: You're right!!

y/n'sbestfriend: he just upgraded

y/n.user: dayyuummm

user9: y/n???

user32: she just knows what she's doing to us with those rumours

landonorrisfan78: he definitely has a new girl.. heart shattered..

user5: his new girl really saw his potential and used it

y/n.user

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landonorris: You're really cool

user5: Y/N CROPPED LANDO OUT IN THE FIRST PHOTO LOOOL

y/n.user: that bright orange ruined the photo :(

user6: lando step up cause your girl cropped you out

mclaren: nice to have you y/n!

y/n.user: my pleasure

user3: she's begging for attention lol

y/n.user: I've always been an attention seeker sorryyy

user1: she needs media training if she's really dating lando or it's gonna be a disaster

y/n.user instagram story:

landonorris

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user6: OMGG

danielricciardo: not so little lando anymore :(

y/n.user: he's still my little lando

maxverstappen1: mate finally

user2: now this is what i call hard launch

user0: my standards are higher now because he's the one doing this aesthetic cute hard launch instead of y/n

y/n.user: you need to get yourself your own lando norris. 10000% recommended

y/n.user

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landonorris: nooo you're eating my chips

y/n.user: ooops i did it again

user43: she's too funny for this world

user89: alexandra liking this? two queens

alexandrasaintmleux: ❤️

user8: the funniest wag fr

user46: I'm starting to really like her she's so real

y/n.user: good taste

user6: no hate comments? That's what I like to see

user677: she really got our hearts immediately

y/n.user

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user5: I'm jealous of her

maxfewtrell: bob

y/n.user: bob

landonorris: I'm bob btw

user3: relationship goals fr

user99: @ landonorris now we need this but with y/n!

landonorris: on it

user90: they are just for each other

user11: they match each other's energy

landonorris

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y/n.user: you used all the ugly photos of me :((

landonorris: girl you're beautiful in all of them

user57: I need to get myself my own lando norris

y/n.user: well he's all yours. I'm selling him to black market after this post

landonorris: BUT I USED ALL THE CUTE PHOTOS OF YOU

user6: he finally found his girl

user9: she makes him so much happier and I'm here for it

long extended backstory at the beginning :)

this one’s lengthy so grab a drink and buckle up. you and your plug friend!sohee go over to his house for the first time, and he teaches you how to smoke. the high leaves you buzzing, ready to do things you wouldn’t typically do…and you meet a new version of him you’ve never seen before. daddy!sohee.

“I said no, Sohee,” you said into your phone. “I don’t wanna go if your car smells like weed- which I know it does. My parents would kill me if I came home smelling like that.”

Sohee sighed on the other end. “I cleaned my car!” he said, tone frustrated, yet playful. It was impossible to get that boy to take anything serious. “It doesn’t smell like anything. Actually, it smells like Black Ice, but that’s not the point.” He paused. “They can’t kill you if you don’t actually smoke anything, y/n.”

“That’s not the point, you idiot. They get triggered over everything, dude. And I’m not in the mood to deal with their shit today.”

“C’mon,” he said, stretching the word dramatically. “I swear it smells good in here. I’ll even leave the windows down, get a nice breeze flowing through the car, ya know?”

You sighed. You really did want to hang out with him. You were only in town for a couple of days visiting your family, but they were already driving you crazy- just typical family drama and antics that you wanted no part of. You desperately needed to escape them for at least a few hours. Besides, you hadn’t seen Sohee since you moved away for college, which was about three months ago, and you couldn’t deny how much you missed his stupid self.

You two had been friends since junior year of high school. An unlikely pairing, you two were. A goody-two-shoes who always listened to her parents and made straight A’s, and the school’s plug. You never thought you’d see the day where you’d become friends with Sohee, but it all just kind of happened.

all just kind of happened aka the backstory

You had just signed up to become a tutor at your school. Your classes were too easy for you- your homework was always done before the end of the school day, you’d always finished your reading assignments during lunch. You needed something new to do; something that played on your strengths and looked good on a resume. So, you became a tutor, coming in after school every day to work with small groups of peers who were struggling.

It was around your third week of tutoring. You had gotten a nice groove of things- coming in every day after classes, grabbing your assignment sheet, finding your new group of the day, and spending a couple hours helping them with their work. It was all going nicely- you enjoyed all the groups you had worked with so far, and everyone seemed eager to get better at their struggle subject.

That is, until you walked in one fateful day. You grabbed your assignment sheet, scanning the room for the table you were assigned to for the afternoon. Once your eyes locked in on table fifteen, you, for the first time, were filled with dread at who you were about to tutor.

There he was, all nonchalant and uninterested, head resting in his arms on the table, taking a nap. Sohee. The pothead that everyone bought their weed from.

You had nothing against him. Not at all, actually. You didn’t care what anyone else did with their free time- even if it was selling drugs on the low. Your biggest issue with him, really, was that you found him cute- like, really cute. You’d never let yourself think about it too much, though- he was who he was, and you were who you were. It was never going to happen, so you kept your distance. Until now, apparently.

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Sohee being cute didn’t matter right now. You had bigger things to worry about. He was the only person at table fifteen. Were you really expected to sit with him, alone, for two hours? You didn’t really know much about him- other than the fact that he was cute and a plug. What you did know, though, was that he was close to flunking junior year. Your school was small enough for rumors to float around quickly, and everyone knew he was about to repeat the year if he didn’t change something- soon.

You walked up to your the advisor, assignment sheet firmly gripped in your hand. “Mr. Walsh,” you said quietly, as if you were conducting top-secret business.

He slowly lifted his head from his work, eyes lingering on his computer as he did. “Ah, y/n,” he said with a gentle smile. Mr. Walsh loved you, and all the work you did for the tutoring room. You were the best tutor there, and he always made that abundantly clear through the way he treated you. “What’s up, kiddo?”

“I was just wondering,” you started, lifting the assignment sheet in the air for him to see, “is this assignment…correct?”

His face twisted in confusion. “What do you mean?”

You looked around, making sure no one was in ear-shot of what you were about to say. “Well, I just mean,” you paused. “The only person at table fifteen is Sohee. Shouldn’t there be other students with him?”

“Mm, I see. Yeah, that’s correct. Just Sohee for you today,” he said with a confirming nod.

“But, Mr. Walsh, surely you can assign a few more students to the table. Can’t you?” Your tone was a bit nervous now, earning you a concerned look from your advisor.

“Is there a problem?”

You shook your head, almost frantically. “No, not at all.”

“Great, then.” He paused, taking a quick glance over the room. He looked back at you, motioning you to come closer with two raised fingers. “Listen,” he started, voice barely a whisper, “Sohee’s really struggling right now. If he doesn’t pass his next few assignments, he’s going to fail the grade.” He sighed, leaning back in his chair. “You’re my best tutor, kiddo. I need you to help him stay on track these next few weeks. Think you can do that?”

Well, of course you could do that. You could help the most helpless person in this school pass a class if you needed to- and, technically, that’s exactly what you were about to go do.

You sighed, giving Mr. Walsh a knowing nod, feeling defeated but also optimistic. Defeated because you knew it would be hard to get Sohee to care, but optimistic because you had enough fight in you to care for the both of you combined.

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You walked over to table fifteen, sitting down across from your newest project, watching his back rise and fall softly as he slept. You smiled, raising your brows in amusement at the fact that he was even asleep right now. You shrugged your backpack off your shoulders, swinging it around and placing it on the table with a hard thud. Sohee jumped awake, looking around sleepily, eyes barely open in a squint.

“Fuck, it’s so bright in here,” he said, voice hoarse and tired. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes with the backs of his fingers, gaze locking in on you once he adjusted to the fluorescent lights. “And who might you be?” he said, tone mischievous.

“I,” you started, unzipping your backpack to grab your things, “am your tutor.”

“They let pretty girls like you into these back hallways?”

You blushed for an instant, not having anticipated him to be such a flirt. You snapped out of his little trance instantly, though, remembering who and what he was. “Yeah, they do,” you responded confidently, smile tight.

He leaned into the table, letting his elbows rest in front of him. His eyes burned holes into you as he examined you, trying to get a read. “What’s your name, tutor?”

“Does it matter?”

“Oh yeah, it really, really matters.” He squinted, lips forming into a smirk.

You weren’t entirely sure what his angle was, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to stay focused on getting this idiot to pass the grade. Besides, how good would it look on your end to say you got the biggest dingus in the school to care about passing? “My name is y/n,” you said, leaning into the table, mirroring his position. “And before we get started, know that I’m not interested in you or anything you’re selling. I’m only interested in helping you understand your assignments, and getting you into senior year. Sound good?” You smiled innocently, watching as his face contorted into something more serious.

“Fine,” he said, flirtatious tone long gone. “Let’s see what you got.”

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From there, you fought everyday for a week to get him to pay attention to anything you said. He was wholly uninterested in learning, for one, and was always on his phone, responding to people placing their orders. It was like talking to a brick wall- nothing got through to him. He simply did not care.

You were determined, though. If there was one thing you knew you had inside of you, it was grit. You had helped dozens and dozens of other students pass their classes- you even got them to a place in which they were thriving. Sohee wasn’t going to be your first failure. You just needed to find a way to get him to pay attention, was all.

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It was the start of your second week tutoring Sohee. You walked in, bright-eyed and ready to achieve something- anything. You walked to table fifteen where he sat leaned back in his chair, hands in his pockets, staring at the ceiling. “Get up,” you said, all business.

He lifted his head, finding you standing there right in front of him, arms squared and head high. “Get up to go,” he paused, “where exactly?”

“Anywhere. We’re going anywhere. You pick.”

“What’s gotten into you?” he asked as he stood up. “Do you have a fever, tutor?” He lifted a hand, pressing the back of it to your forehead. “I think you have a fever.”

You ignored his antics. “I want you to pick a place- somewhere you’ll actually focus.”

He stared down at you, waiting for you to say you weren’t serious. You didn’t, though. You just stood there firmly, staring back in anticipation.

“Fine,” he finally said. “Let’s go.”

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“Really? A boba shop?” you asked, neck craning to look up at the sign through the windshield.

He looked over at you, chuckling softly. “Where exactly did you want me to take you? An alleyway? Plugs drink boba, too, ya know.”

“Fair enough,” you said, clicking off your seatbelt and opening the car door, wasting no time.

Once inside, you both ordered a drink and sat down at a booth in the corner. “Let’s get started,” you said, grabbing a binder from your backpack.

“Let’s.”

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To your absolute shock, he actually focused. Not just for two hours, but for four. You didn’t comment on his newfound ability to do math, you just accepted it and kept pushing forward, running through practice sheets like there was no tomorrow.

Once you and Sohee had flown through all your prepared practice sheets, you looked up at him, confusion flashing across your face.

“Did you really think I couldn’t do math?” he said casually, chewing on his boba obnoxiously, shaking the cup of ice trying to find another pearl to suck through the straw.

“I never said you couldn’t do math,” you said defensively.

He set his cup down. “But you were thinking it.” You took in a sharp breath, ready to defend yourself again, before he stopped you, placing a hand in the air between you. “Don’t even pretend like you don’t think I’m an idiot. It won’t work. I already know everyone thinks that. I’m about to fail the year, for fuck’s sake.” He shook the cup of ice again, toying at the straw, unable to maintain eye contact with you. “I hate school. That’s all it is. I hate sitting in those stupid fucking classrooms, I hate the bright lights and the germs and the- everything.” He sighed. “I hate everything about it. So, I don’t try. It’s not that I can’t do it, it’s that I don’t want to do it. I run a business selling,” he stopped himself, letting the missing word float in the air like a feather, releasing a long breath. “Of course I can do math.”

“But if it comes this easy to you, why not just do the assignments and pass? You don’t have to pay attention in school. Shit, just by the way you performed here, you don’t even need to show up to school,” you said, meaning every word.

“I guess it’s just easier to do it when you’re in good company.”

You scoffed, feeling flustered at his genuine compliment. “Yeah, well, it’s obviously also easier for you when you’ve got a large milk tea with extra boba, it seems.”

He laughed then. Not a giggle or a chuckle or a sigh- a genuine, soft laugh that made your stomach flutter with butterflies. “Listen,” he started, placing his cup down, “I’ll do the assignments and pass these classes if we can come here everyday. Just promise me we don’t have to meet in that awful classroom anymore. It smells like…I don’t even know what the smell is, actually. That school is a dump.”

You blew a few short breaths out your nose, amused by his genuine disgust. “Deal.”

“And I want you as my tutor- or, just as my company, I guess. I don’t really require your services.”

You rolled your eyes, knowing he was right, and embarrassingly flattered that he wanted you to be the person to keep him focused.

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The next couple weeks were a breeze. You two went to that same boba shop everyday, running through homework and different assignments like it was nothing. Every now and again, Sohee really would require your services, needing help with something he was getting caught up on- but it was far and few between.

You two became more comfortable in each other’s company- sharing random stories and jokes between assignments, laughing at nothing and everything. You started to see the real him- not the indifferent, nonchalant version of him that everyone knew, but the real him. He was silly and obnoxious and fun. He seemed to really have a good heart, and an even better head on his shoulders. Yeah, he was technically a drug dealer, but he was just a good guy, above all else. You were able to look past the odd pairing- able to build a relationship with someone you never thought you’d even speak to.

He felt the same way- texting you outside of school and tutoring hours, asking to hang out. You were always a bit hesitant, afraid to be seen by other people from school, afraid someone would think you were requiring his services. No one ever said anything, though. No one seemed to care. From then on, you two were almost inseparable. It never got weird. He stopped flirting. Partially because he knew it would never happen between you two, and partially because he really, truly saw you as his best friend. His equal.

He passed all his classes with flying colors junior year, and senior year came and went before you both knew it. It all came so easy to him then- the classwork, the homework, the random assignments. Having someone there to guide him was all he ever needed, and you both graduated at the end of that year.

You moved a couple cities away to your state’s college. Sohee stayed in your hometown to get more serious about his…business. It was hard not being around him everyday, but you were focused on school and your future, the same as you always were. He loved that about you, and always made it known how proud he was of you.

ghost town aka the first scene, just completed

You sighed. You really did want to hang out with him. You were only in town for a couple of days visiting your family, but they were already driving you crazy- just typical family drama and antics that you wanted no part of. You desperately needed to escape them for at least a few hours. Besides, you hadn’t seen Sohee since you moved away for college, which was about three months ago, and you couldn’t deny how much you missed his stupid self.

“Fine,” you said, finally. “But Sohee, I swear to God, if my clothes end up smelling lik-”

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” The line went dead.

He made it there in fifteen, likely driving way too high over the speed limit, as always. You were sitting on the front porch of your parents house when his car pulled up with a screech on the street. “Tutor!” he yelled, stretching the last syllable as he raced out of his car.

“Idiot!” you mocked back, grabbing your things to make way for his car. You barely had your cross-body bag around you before you were being wrapped into a big hug. His body was warm against yours, and you sunk into his embrace like it was the easiest thing you’d ever done. He smelled fresh- like laundry and cologne, with the faintest hint of something a bit musky and familiar.

“I missed you,” he said quietly, burying his face into the top of your head.

You backed out of the hug, examining him theatrically. “Where’s Sohee?” you said, feigning confusion. You grabbed him by the arms, not being able to contain your smile, ready to laugh at your own joke. “Who’s this softie pretending to be my best friend?”

He pushed your shoulder gently, rolling his eyes and smiling. “Let’s go.”

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You two drove around for a while, just catching up and telling random stories and laughing. Sohee was the type of friend that you could be away from for years and it would still never get awkward. It was always so easy with him. You’d say something, he’d respond. He’d say something, you’d respond. You were always both so curious about one another; you never ran out of anything to talk about.

Once the sun started setting, and you two had driven around every empty street of your hometown, he parked the car in a random lot and looked over at you. “I don’t wanna take you home yet,” he frowned. “I’m having too much fun just talking.”

You smiled, loving the fact that he was enjoying your company the same way he always had. You loved his company, too, and desperately wanted to spend a little more time with him before returning to your irritating parents. “Maybe we can go somewhere?”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes and throwing his hands in the air dramatically, waving them around. “Where exactly is there to go in this ghost town?”

You sighed, feeling defeated knowing there was definitely, absolutely, nowhere to go. You thought for a second, scanning your cognitive map of your hometown, searching for something to do.

You sat up straight then, eyes wide with an idea. “Maybe we can go to your place?”

He shook his head, blinking fast, trying to take in your idea. “What? Since when do you wanna go to my place?”

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His confusion was valid, as you’ve always turned down his offers to hang out at his house. Even in high school when he lived with his parents, you still said no. You always told him it was because your parents didn’t want you going over, but that was never true. In fact, your parents loved Sohee. They trusted him. They had no idea about his little business. They only saw him for what he was- a sweet kid that had their daughter’s best interest at heart.

It was you. You always loved Sohee as a friend, but, sometimes, it felt like maybe you could love him…in different ways. You two were so close- he knew all of your deepest secrets, all of your fears and dreams. He always listened. He always cared.

Sometimes, when you’d look at him, you’d imagine you two were more than just best friends. You’d imagine a relationship- something deep and comfortable and familiar. Other times, you’d look at him and, embarrassingly, imagine what it would be like to have sex with him. What his moans sounded like or what his face looked like when he was feeling nothing but pleasure. You felt perverted for the way you thought about him sometimes, but you couldn’t help it. You could never stop the thoughts from flooding in.

So, you never went to his house. You never gave yourself the chance to get that close to him- to be in such an inclosed space with him, knowing if he said just the right thing, you’d give into him immediately. You were terrified to lose your only best friend in that way. You were terrified to ruin things.

Tonight, though, looking at him after not seeing him for a while- you felt brave. It was torture being away from him for only three months, you couldn’t even fathom what a year would feel like. You thought to yourself, maybe you could try it out- go to his place and let whatever would happen, to happen. If you two had sex, fine. If it ruined things, fine. Hell, maybe you guys really would just hang out and that would be that, but you couldn’t put it off any longer.

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“Since right now,” you responded sarcastically.

He stared at you, eyes in a squint, suspicious at your request. “Hmm. That’s new.”

“I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t want t-”

“I want to,” he interrupted. He shrugged, pulling the car into drive. “Let’s go.”

want a hit? aka where you smoke for the first time

Ten minutes later, you were pulling into the driveway of his house. It was a small, nothing too fancy, clean and well-kept out front. It was just enough for a young guy living alone.

He shifted the car into park, turning the key. The above-head lights in the car turned on, and you hesitated to get out, suddenly filled with nerves and something akin to excitement. “Well, c’mon,” he said casually.

You trailed behind him to the front door, hands clammy and heart racing. He unlocked the door, opening it widely and waving a hand out in front of you to let you walk in first.

You stepped inside. The house was perfectly clean. Seriously, you couldn’t find a single thing that was out of place. Everything looked like it had been dusted just the day before, the tile flooring looked freshly mopped, the house smelled of something woodsy and fresh. “Wow,” you said as you inhaled through your nose. “It’s,” you paused. “Clean.”

He shut the door, giggling as he placed his keys down on a little table near the entryway. “Did you expect it to be dirty?”

“No, no. Not at all, I guess I didn’t really know what to expect, is all. I don’t think you’re dirty, ya know, I was jus-”

He placed his pointer finger over your lips. “Shh.” He smiled, removing his finger. “It’s okay. Easy to assume a pothead would be a bit messy.”

You sighed, shoulders sagging with remorse. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, tutor,” he said with another giggle as he kicked his shoes off, neatly tucking them away on a mat. “Take your’s off too.” He motioned towards your feet.

“Shit, right,” you said, kicking your own shoes off now and setting them next to his.

“Okay, c’mon. My room’s over here.”

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Once inside his room, you began looking around, noticing how tidy everything was, suddenly appreciating that he wasn’t some loser who lived in squalor just because he could.

Sohee sat down on the bed, stretching his legs before saying, “I think I’m gonna smoke a little bit, if that’s okay. I can go outside if you want.”

You shook your head quickly. “No, feel free. This is your house. Do whatever you want.” Fuck your parents. If you came home smelling like weed, what were they going to do about it, anyway? You were an adult, and it was legal in your state now.

“Cool. I’ll be right back,” he said, getting up off the bed and walking out of the room.

You walked around, looking at all the photos he had displayed on the wall- some from when he was a kid, a couple baby photos, some family photos, and, oddly, one of you and Sohee. It was you and him right after graduation, caps and gowns on, diplomas in had, smiles wide and cheesy. You had a copy of the same photo somewhere, but you never thought to hang it up the way he had. You felt your body tingle with something warm then- something fuzzy and sweet and new.

The sound of the door clicking shut startled you from your thoughts. “I love that one,” he said, smiling softly. “We look so,” he paused, “accomplished.”

All the days you spent helping him get his work done suddenly flashed through your mind. You looked at him, heart full of love and body still fuzzy. “Yeah, we do,” you responded, glancing back at the photo.

He sat down on the bed, placing a joint between his lips, cupping his hand out, eyes squinting as he lit the other end. He puffed it once, twice, then took a deep inhale in. Without exhaling, he said with a strained voice, “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

You blushed, knowing he was being genuine. “Well, there was no better idiot to save,” you teased.

He coughed, choking on his laugh and the smoke all at once. He waved his hand around, trying to swat the cloud away. He stood up, walking over to the window and cracking it open. Once done coughing, he laughed again. “So, why the sudden interest in coming to my place?” he asked, taking another hit from his joint and leaning against the wall.

You sat on the bed. “I dunno, just cause, I guess.”

He blew out a cloud of smoke, lips parted to the side to direct the stream towards the window. “I see.”

You sat there silently, not knowing what to say. You’d never felt awkward with him, but, right now, you were a nervous wreck. He looked so hot, his backwards cap falling on his head perfectly, black shirt tight against his body. The way his eyes squinted when he took a hit, the way he licked his lips every few seconds attempting to relieve his dry mouth- it was all too much. You couldn’t help but imagine his eyes all red and half-lidded, looking down at you while you sucked his dick. You couldn’t help but imagine his tongue licking across your lip, warm and wet and slick.

“Wanna hit?” he asked, breaking you from your perverted thoughts.

You looked up at him from where you sat on the bed, mind racing at his offer. You had never smoked before, and you had never really thought about whether or not you actually wanted to. You weren’t necessarily opposed to the idea, you were always just too good to ever do it. Really, though, if you were going to do it, who better than to smoke for the first time with than a guy who literally sold weed?

“No pressure,” he said, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Sure,” you responded softly, a bit hesitant.

He motioned his head to call you over. “C’mere.”

You stood up off the bed, walking over to where he was next to the window. “Here,” he said, placing the joint in between your fingers.

“I,” you paused, looking at the joint as if it were an ancient artifact. “I don’t know what to do with this.”

He chuckled- not at you, but at himself. He knew you had never smoked before, and should’ve assumed you’d be lost without his guidance. “I guess I get to be your tutor now, huh?” he said, grabbing the joint from your fingers. “Here, like this,” he said, puckering his lips as if he were about to whistle. “Do this.”

You mirrored him, pulling your lips in tightly. He placed the joint in between your lips, his fingers grazing your them softly. “Okay, now inhale just a tiny bit,” he said. “Slowly.”

You obliged, pulling a small drag from the joint. You felt your throat burn instantly, sending you into a coughing fit. Once you were able to catch your breath, you laughed at yourself. “Fuck. I don’t think I did it right.”

He laughed with you, stopping after a few seconds to say, “No, you did great. This shit still catches me in the back of my throat sometimes. Wanna try again?” You nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, readying yourself. “Okay, just like we practiced, hm?”

He placed the joint between your lips again, fingers stabilized against your lips. His skin was warm against yours, and that fuzziness from before started to sink down to in between your thighs. “Inhale,” he commanded. “Slowly.”

You obeyed, inhaling slowly, steadily. Once he thought you’d inhaled enough, he moved the joint from your lips and took a step back to watch you. You inhaled deeply, letting the smoke coat your mouth and throat and lungs as it went down. You held it for a second, then exhaled slowly.

You felt it instantly- your body loosening and relaxing with each passing second. You felt your head get spacey, but in a good way. You felt so…zen.

“Feel okay?” he asked, lifting a hand to rest on your elbow as he watched the effects soak into you.

You just nodded, giggling for no reason at all.

“Alright, lightweight, that’s all you get,” he said playfully, putting out the joint on an ashtray sat on the windowsill. “Come on, let’s go sit down.”

pick a movie aka where you start to come undone

You followed him to the bed, sitting on the edge, body tingling and warm.

Sohee fluffed a pillow behind you. You turned to watch him. Fuck, he looked so good. You should’ve never taken that hit. If you already thought you couldn’t control yourself around him in an inclosed, private space, you definitely wouldn’t be able to control yourself now.

“You can come sit over here,” he said, inviting you to relax on the bed. Shit.

“Yeah, sure,” you responded, searching your mind for any sense of control. Damn it, you were such a lightweight.

You got comfortable on his bed, sinking into the pillows at your back, pulling the blanket over you. “Wanna watch a movie?” he asked, picking up the remote.

“Uh, yeah. I’d love to. Sure.”

“Cool,” he said, throwing you the remote. “I’m gonna go change real quick. Pick a movie. Anything.”

He walked into the en suite bathroom, leaving the door cracked just enough for you to see the mirror. You watched, like the perv you were, as he pulled his shirt off. His skin was flushed and looked so smooth, his stomach was lean but toned, his arms flexed in places you’d never noticed before. He tugged on a new shirt- still black, just looser.

You picked up the remote, trying to focus on something- anything- else. You clicked the TV on and started up Netflix, scrolling through the movies in an attempt to calm yourself down. You couldn’t help it, though. His reflection moving in the mirror caught your attention, and you simply just had to look.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, thumbing them off in one swift motion, leaving him in just his boxers and shirt. You gawked, eyes catching on his bulge. Was he…hard? His boner poked through his boxers, and it took everything in you not to let out a moan. You squeezed your legs together tightly, chasing friction that wasn’t there. You watched as he slid on some pajama shorts, your eyes darting back to the TV when he made way to come back into the room.

“Find anything?” he said, completely oblivious to your perversions.

“Uh,” you drew out. “Yeah, how about this?” you asked, clicking on the first movie you saw.

“Good Will Hunting?” he giggled. “I’ve seen it before, but, sure. I love that movie.”

He plopped onto the bed beside you, the warmth from his body making you hot and clammy instantly. He snaked his feet underneath the blanket, grabbing the remote from your hand. “Okay, let’s see,” he said as he pressed the play button and turned the volume up. “Ah, one sec.” He stood up, racing for the light switch and flipping it off, leaving the room dark besides the light from the TV. He laid back down, getting comfortable under the covers. “That’s better.”

You chuckled, not having a single normal thing to say in that moment. You had no control over how you were starting to feel- and you were afraid, if given the chance, you’d rip him to shreds.

The opening sequence of the movie started playing, and you made an attempt to get comfortable. It wasn’t working, though. Your body was full of energy- you were too horny and high to find the right position. You shuffled around for a bit before Sohee giggled and asked, “Wanna cuddle?”

You looked at him, eyes wide, brows furrowed. You two had never been this close physically before, besides hugging, and he was asking to cuddle? “Uh,” you stammered.

“Oh, c’mon, y/n, we’re best friends. It’s not weird,” he said as he motioned his hand in the air, inviting you in.

You didn’t respond- you just scooted closer, resting your head on his chest, placing a hand on his stomach.

“There ya go,” he said, voice breathy and warm. “How’s that?” He wrapped his arm around you.

“Perfect,” was all you could say.

just curious, i guess aka where the smut begins

You two laid like that for a bit, perfectly still, just watching the movie. You couldn’t focus on Matt Damon, though. All you could think about was Sohee’s hand on your shoulder, the way his chest was rising and falling softly underneath you, the way you could almost feel the warm skin of his stomach beneath the worn fabric of his shirt.

You started twisting the fabric between your fingers, playing with it innocently-but-not-so-innocently. You could hear the way his heart began to beat faster, the way his breathing changed. You bit down on your lip- it was all you could do to stop yourself from saying something stupid.

It didn’t work, though, because your high, horny mind suddenly forced out, “Have you ever thought about me,” you paused, “in a…sexual way?”

He lifted his head, turning to look down at you where you laid on his chest. “What?”

Your body flushed red hot, sobering up for a moment, filling you with regret and embarrassment. “Nothing.”

He pulled away a bit, forcing you to lift your head. “No, what? What’d you say?”

You swallowed hard. “What do you think I said?”

“I think you asked me if I’ve ever thought about you sexually,” he said, tone unreadable.

“Correct,” you said confidently now, knowing you were too far in to back down.

“Why did you ask me that?”

“I don’t know. Just curious, I guess,” you mumbled, still playing with the fabric of his shirt.

“Wha- well-” he stammered. “I mean, yes. Yeah, I have, if I’m being honest.”

“Oh,” you said, stomach flipping. You felt the pressure between your thighs build rapidly, your clit pulsing hard in perfect rhythm with your heart. You laid back down on his chest, not knowing how to follow up.

It was silent for a moment before Sohee asked, “Have you?”

You stayed rested on his chest, too afraid to answer the question you knew he was asking. “Have I what?” you asked softly, feigning confusion.

“Ya know. Have you ever thought about me,” he paused, “like that.”

You took in a quiet, deep breath, attempting to muster up all the courage in your body to be honest. You realized it worked a little too well when you said, “Many times.”

You could feel him go stiff, his breathing stopping for a moment. It was silent for a heartbeat, then he said, “Yeah? What’d you think about?”

“I don’t know.”

“Oh, you definitely know. Just tell me.”

You simultaneously felt mortified yet completely turned on by the prospect of telling Sohee some of your wildest fantasies of him. You took in a deep breath, accepting that whatever you said next would either land really well, or go down in bursting flames. “I dunno, just, making out with you, I guess.”

“Okay,” he drew out, tone expectant of more information. “What else?”

You continued to play with his shirt, twisting it in your fingers absentmindedly. “And,” you started, hesitating. “Sitting on your lap, maybe playing with your hair.”

The world went still for a moment.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Come here, then,” he said, pulling away, forcing you to sit up.

“What?”

“Come sit on my lap, then,” he said, head high, eyebrows arched.

“No, it’s really okay. I was only ask-”

“Come here.”

You obliged, sitting up on your knees, bracing yourself on his chest to straddle him. You threw a leg over him, sinking onto his lap, letting the warmth of his body seep into you. You could feel his boner poking into you, sending electricity all throughout your body.

“Is this what you imagined?” he asked, voice deeper than you’d ever heard it, eyes still glossy and red from smoking earlier.

You nodded, not able to form words anymore.

“Yeah? And is this what you were imagining?” he asked, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, pulling you in to place a wet kiss on your lips. You melted into it, kissing back just hard enough to let him know you wanted it.

You pulled away after a few seconds, a trail of spit floating between you two as you looked at him, eyes needy and desperate. He must’ve read your expression perfectly, because his lips were on yours again in no time- tongue slipping into your mouth, grazing yours in a sweet, soft rhythm.

He snaked his hands up your back, stopping at your head to grip your hair tightly. You let out a whimper, the sound being swallowed whole by his mouth. He moaned back, the vibrations against your teeth making your legs weak. He pulled away for a single second, and whispered breathlessly, “What else did you imagine?”

You let out a sharp breath through your nose, so turned on by his voice and his hands on you and the way he was reciprocating. Between kisses, you said, “Your fingers.”

“My fingers?” he asked, also between kisses, breath warm against your face.

You nodded, lips still on his.

“What about them?”

You didn’t respond, too caught up in making out with him to even form words. He pulled away, breaking the kiss completely. “What about them?” he repeated himself, breaths coming in short gasps.

You stared at him for a heartbeat. “Playing with me,” was all you could say, but it was honest.

His eyes darkened then, into something you’d never seen before. You could’ve sworn he stopped breathing.

In one swift motion, he had you lying on your back, bracing himself on an arm next to you. His hands trailed up your shirt as he placed hot, wet kisses all over your face and neck. He grabbed your tit, squeezing it and moaning into your skin. Once he felt satisfied, he snaked his hand down your torso, his touch so light on the skin of your stomach it gave you goosebumps all over.

“Is this what you imagined?” he asked, fingers slipping underneath your panties. The contact of his skin against your clit sent your head falling deeper into the pillow, gripping at his arm and gasping sharply. You nodded quickly, ready to beg him to just please keep going.

He started rubbing circles on your clit, still planting kisses on your neck, leaving small trails of spit on your skin as he licked you. Your spine shivered at all the new stimulation, and you were truly in a state of complete bliss.

“Tell daddy what else you’ve imagined him doing,” he whispered into your ear. You moaned, finding this new version of your best friend sexier than any fantasy you’ve ever had of him.

“Finger me. Please,” you begged, voice needy.

“Oh, she says please?” he purred as he slipped two fingers inside of you.

Your hips bucked at the sudden pressure, smashing your lips onto his to suppress a whine.

“I like hearing you beg, y/n.” His pace quickened, fingers thrusting into you faster and harder, curling just right. You clawed at his back, not able to handle how sensitive you felt at his touch.

He kept his pace as he placed his thumb on your clit, rubbing messy circles with every thrust. You moaned, something loud and desperate. “Mmm, that’s right. Show daddy how good he makes you feel.”

You opened your eyes, half-lidded, brows raised in pleasure. Your mouth hung open, gasping for air as you started to grind into his hand. He was looking down at you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he watched you with dark eyes. “You think daddy can make you cum?” he asked, never breaking eye contact.

You nodded. “Yes, sir.”

His lips parted into a satisfied smile, something mischievous and playful tugging at his laugh. “Yeah? That’s so good. You’re so fucking good,” he said into your skin, burying his face in your neck. “Cum on my fingers, pretty girl.”

You nodded, knowing you were close to cumming. You started grinding on his fingers harder, faster, chasing your finish with so much need.

Sohee sat up for a moment- the absence of his warm breath on your neck leaving you feeling cold. With his free hand, he lifted your shirt, letting your tits spill out. “Fuck,” he melted. He rested back down on his arm, sinking his face into your tit before wrapping his lips around one of your nipples. His tongue was wet and smooth, painting messy circles on your nipple.

You raked a hand through his hair, pulling gently. He sucked your nipple softly, sending sparks all throughout your body. The stimulation that he was creating on every sensitive point of your body was just all too much. You squeezed your eyes shut, mouth hanging open, heart racing. Your legs began to shake slightly, your knees felt weak, head dizzied.

“Just like that, my girl. Cum for me,” he said before continuing to work on your nipple.

With that, your body seized and bucked and shook beneath him- the feeling of cumming for him so satisfying and whole.

He slid his fingers out of you slowly, making you twitch- your body still sensitive and responsive to every move he made. He rested his sticky hand on your stomach, being mindful not to make contact with your skin. He watched you for a moment as you caught your breath, admiring the glow you were emanating, how pretty you looked when you were under his control.

He planted reassuring kisses to your skin- on your chest, your neck, and your cheeks, before making his way to your lips. He tongue slid into your mouth, a promise that he wasn’t done with you just yet.