moan for me
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๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ.: you decide you don't want to end your friendship because of a casual fuck. he agrees. just why is he then eye-fucking you across the room and bumping into you accidentally?
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : park seonghwa x f!reader
๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ญ: 5.4k
๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: dilf!seonghwa, bestfriend!reader
๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: hair pulling, dacryphilia, public sex, cream pie, ddlg, public oral (female receiving), voyeurism, breathplay/choking, hickeys, bruising
๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: choking?, swearing
๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ: officially, i am ready to get dicked down in a gown by park seonghwa
๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ฆ๐๐ซ: ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐จ๐ ๐๐ข๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง ๐ฆ๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ.
mr park:ย forgive me for doing it this way, but i would like to cancel the date. it is not the brightest idea, i was carried away by the emotions at the moment. let us close this chapter, as fun as it was. i am not looking for further interactions such as the ones we had, and i am most certainly not looking for a relationship. sorry for giving you the wrong idea. take care.
your heart drops. hidden by the curtain in the changing room, you allow yourself to sit down and drop a few tears. fuck, you were having such a good time. such a handsome, skilled, jaw dropping gorgeous man, just slipped from your grip, and there's nothing you can do about it. you crave his existence, you wish to look at him and touch him day and night. as creepy as it sounds.
the sixth dress you've tried on for the dance is already is itchy against your skin, and you sigh. the bright green isn't flattering on you at all. your friend has already picked the dress, lucky her. your budget wasn't exactly big, so finding something pretty and inside the budget was hard.
"oh, hi dad."
you freeze.
"hello, love."
even his voice is pure honey.
"how is the shopping going?"
"well, i bought mine. i'm just waiting for my bestie to finish trying on."
park seonghwa stays silent. the realization of you being here near him just moments after him ditching you put him in an awkward situation.
"hey, you good in there?" she calls, putting her head between the curtains.
"yup. i'll be right out." you stop to think, making your friend raise her eyebrow questionably. "actually, you go with your dad. i'll check a few more of those sale dresses and head home."
"sale dresses? but the blue one looked like a dream on you! you're still thinking?"
"it's a tad bit out of my budget." you confess, already annoyed at her lack of understanding that you are just not as wealthy as she is.
"oh, why didn't you say so? dad!"
"what the fuck are you doing?!"
"dad, can i get this dress for her? i know you made me block my card because i went crazy at prada yesterday, but i could really use it right now."
hearing her casually mention prada like it was mcdonalds made you a little irritated.
"no, honey. sorry. it's not a really good idea."
"but, but, you didn't even hear the price yet-"
"it doesn't matter. no more spending for this month. be happy i let you get your own dress. you have hundreds at home that are just piling up at the bottom of the closet."
"aren't we, like, super rich? what's another thousand euros for you?"
you are way too embarrassed to leave the changing room, so you stay inside in hopes they'll forget about you and just leave. you glance at the expensive dress that hangs on the wall. it's a pretty royal blue, with a thin sparkly belt on the waist and sparkly straps. it's a minimum, but makes the dress stand out.
"no,ย iย am super rich. you are not exactly. come on, now. get your bags and get into the car. ask your friend if she wants a ride."
"uh, no." your voice is raspy, and you clear your throat. "no, thank you. i am fine."
"very well. let's go then."
you hear paper bags shuffling, then quick footsteps and the doors opening.
"sorry about my dick dad. i don't know what has gotten into him." your friend apologizes.
"you have nothing to apologize for. i didn't even expect him to do something like that, are you out of your mind?"
"oh, what's another thousand for him? he probably made a few just while having that conversation with me. he's just being an asshole."
"car. now."
your squeeze your thighs together, the stern voice coming from the man doing wonders inside your stomach.
"ugh, i'm coming!" the girl stomps after him, leaving you alone in silence.
the green dress it is then.
the day is long and exhausting. considering that you arrived to the shop with the help of your friend's chauffeur, coming back home on foot was one hell of a task. you felt like the paper bag was carrying you, instead of you carrying it. your feet burn from the walking, and you can't wait to wash the sweat and humiliation off of you. you went from a thousand euro royal dream to a fifty euro eco trash bag. at least you have that dollar store green eye shadow you can use with it. how funny.
hot water drips down your body, fogging up the glass and trapping you in your little imagination bubble. your clit is begging for attention, reminding you of all the ways park seonghwa has touched you. his fingers skillfully rub your tense bud in ways that have you wondering if any of it is real. before you know it, you're clawing at the wet tiles as your other hand tries to desperately find the good spot inside of you. he finds so easily, why can't you? your fingers can't be much shorter than his.
half an hour of chasing an orgasm later, you give up. you've spent enough water, and your parents are going to kill you when they see the bill at the end of the month. it's all park seonghwa's fault. you can just mail him the bill and demand to pay. if you weren't so busy touching yourself to the thoughts of him, that wouldn't have happened.
defeated, you exit your room, somehow feeling more tired. you stop in your tracks. a black box sits on your bed, a yellow circle logo proudly shining on it.
"what the fuck?"
you reach for the box, touching the letters underneath the symbol. you don't open it yet, just in case this belongs to someone else.
"mom?!"
"yes?!"
"what is a versace doing in my room?"
"ah, your friend's chauffeur brought it over. said it was exclusively for you! bastard wouldn't let me peek."
that's all it takes for you to dive into the box like it was a new spicy book delivery. you make sure to leave the box intact, not wanting to rip something from such a luxury brand. a blood red gown sits in your hands, plush-like fabric melting down your fingers. it feels so luxurious, and expensive. it looks like something out of met gala, like it was ripped off of blake lively and given to you.
your phone pings, interrupting you from your little daydream session.
mr park:ย i think the blue is too calm for you. you need something fierce for a change. sorry if i overstepped. i just saw it when driving home and had to go back for it. not a word to my daughter.
you really didn't have to, sir.
mr park:ย i wanted to. you'll look lovely in it. and, please, have mercy and don't look at me tonight. i am a weak man.
your breath hitches. god, is he serious? just howย fierceย was this dress?
before you can examine it any further, the doors of your room opens, the familiar girl barging in with her little travel bag full of makeup and hair gadgets.
"whoa, slow down."
"no slowing, there's only three hours left until dad sends the chauffeur for us. god, what is that?"
"oh, it's uh-"
"vintage versace?! oh. my. god." she immediatelly pulls it out of the box, letting the empty carton fall on the floor carelessly.
"it's my moms, she dug it out after i came back home," you lie.
"i knew your mom is so cool."
park seonghwa really meant fierce when he said it. the red dress hugs your body like it was sewn on you, the leg slit high but hidden among the ruffles of the thick quality fabric. it is a corset dress, with offshoulder straps and a low cut. you don't feel exposed though. you feel like a queen.
"this fake ruby will go so good with that dress, trust me."
"oh, thank fuck, i thought it was real," you scoff, taking the big stone necklace and putting it on.
"why? think i can't afford it?"
"oh, no, no. apologies. you can totally afford a real ruby, miss." you joke, then glance at the clock.
just in time, a car pulls up to the entrance, the driver exiting to open the doors so they're ready for the two of you.
"shit, this is it. we're gonna get so wasted."
"isn't your dad gonna be there?"
"oh, he's not going to notice me when the headmaster gets him. poor woman is convinced that my dad wants her. some people just fail to realize that he just doesn't have the time for that. nor the will."
you feel like the sentence is targeting a little, but she doesn't spare you a glance as she sits in the car. the drive there is quiet, the clicking of her nails against the phone screen being the only noise in the small space. you glance at the small mirror of your hairbrush, checking your make-up again. you are feeling a little self-conscious, having never worn make-up this bold before. a winged eyeliner, heavy highlighter on your cheeks and inner eye corner, and a blood red lipstick. it's just a dance, wasn't this a little too formal?
one of your worst fears starts creeping into you, opening the doors of bottomless overthinking and migraines. what if you arrive overdressed, and everyone there is dressed in cute floral patterns and light spring dresses? while you are here looking like you've been dressed by donatella herself. and to think that park seonghwa saw the dress in the window of a store while just driving past it, and then went all the way back to get it and deliver it just for you, makes your stomach feel like fireworks.
to your relief, as you arrive in front of the building, you see that everyone else is equally extravagantly dressed. the dance wasn't at the college, but a place that park seonghwa himself has picked. it is a mansion just outside the city, with beautiful rose bushes, a stone path through the grass, and balconies to die for. it's like he knew how to make you stay longer than you planned on this dance.
"joshua!" you greet your partner as you enter the spacious room, surprised at the big change in his appearance.
"wow, don't you look luxurious. am i allowed to stand next to you?"
you playfully hit his shoulder, blushing at the comment. he turns to your friend, making small talk with her. you use the chance to glance around the room, in hopes of seeing the man of your dreams soon. you do not spot him, but you do spot a very familiar man. a man whose face you've seen on screen, and who has seen much more than your face on mr park's screen. your face instantly goes red, and your blood is boiling. you suddenly feel naked under his gaze, but he erases that feeling by smiling sweetly your way, and waving at you as a greeting. a complete opposite of that day.
"dad isn't answering my texts. i'm just gonna go find him to let him know i'm here."
you nod, then turn your attention back to joshua. to your surprise, he has left somewhere too, you just failed to acknowledge it. you are left alone among people who are already dancing, and you feel a little bored. with the dress in hand, so that you don't trip and make a fool of yourself already, you make your way towards one of the tables that stood near the walls.
you halt your steps, suddenly coming face to face with the man who had you wrapped around his finger. you don't mind. he fails to stop in time, accidentally bumping into you and almost making you fall back. his hands are quick to grab your waist, restoring your balance again. he doesn't immediately remove his hands. you don't mind that either.
"oh, mr park."
he doesn't speak. he takes a moment to look you up and down, and you do the same. he wears a white dress blouse, and his usual black slacks. the blouse is a little see-through, and you are taking in as much as you can while he busies himself staring at you.
"sir?" you call, suddenly remembering that your friend is searching for him, and that he has not yet removed his hands from you.
"god, you look ravishing." he groans.
"sir, your daughter might be-"
"i thought i had it under control. but now that you are here..." he trails, eyes dropping on your red lips. "i wish i could just-"
"seonghwa?"
the man turns around, and your waist suddenly feels cold and empty.
"dad?" another voice calls now behind you.
"sweetie?"
"mom?!"
you are shocked by the sight. a gorgeous woman, age similar to mr park, stands in front of the two of you. luscious locks fall over her shoulders and chest, and the royal blue dress you almost bought is overshadowing yours. it looks so much better on her.
"what the hell are you doing here?" mr park is calm, despite his harsh words.
"i am here to see my daughter. and talk to you."
"there's nothing left to talk about. i'm sure your husband would mind, anyway."
"seonghwa, please."
"dad, please." your friend begs, taking his hand and giving him her best big eyes.
he isn't a fool to fall for that. but he leaves with the woman anyway, because he knows just how stubborn they both are. the once married couple makes their way upstairs, and you can't help but stare until they disappear.
"it's rude to stare." your friend says, annoyed.
"oh, sorry. i must've zoned out."
"no, you didn't. you were staring at my dad."
you scrunch your eyebrows, looking at her confused. she rolls her eyes, then folds her arms across her chest.
"i'm not stupid. you think i didn't see how you threw yourself on him just a few minutes ago? acting like you're going to fall and shit, just so he could-"
"i swear it's not-"
"oh, shut the fuck up. putting your boobs out like that in that dress. is that even your dress? did your broke ass steal it?"
you are shocked by her sudden change in behaviour. you knew she had a problem with what happened between her father and you, but why did she decide to bring it up tonight? you have brought it up before, she assured you it is alright, and now that you really did not do anything, she is acting worse than before.
"it's not zara, bitch. it's versace. where the fuck did you get it? is it from me? because i can't keep track of all of my clothes, you thought you could just take it?"
you are grateful for the loud music, muting out her yelling. you see red. you know you are at wrong, but she picked the worst time to confront you. besides, it's not like you didn't talk about it at all. you thought it was all solved. guess not.
"your dad bought it for me." you spit out.
"what?"
"he thought i'd look hot in it." you press further.
"shut up."
"in fact, he just admitted that he wants to fuck me in it tonight."
"you're fucking delusional. he is getting back together with mom, don't you see? stop embarrassing yourself."
"you're telling me that your father would take back a cheater?"
her jaw drops. she knows it's true, but she has never heard you speak so freely. and she does not like that.
her hand reaches towards your hair, pulling at it, while the other one grabs a sleeve of your dress.
"stupid whore!" she curses, yanking at the necklace around your neck.
by now, people are starting to turn heads, slowly taking out their phones and recording.
"you are a shit friend, you know that? i've given you everything, and you go behind my back to fuck my dad? not once, but twice?"
"the fuck is your problem, i thought we solved this, you lunatic?!"
it gets on your nerves that you are taking this now that you really are innocent. you fight back, pushing her away from you and accidentally stepping on her dress, ripping it. everyone gasps, hands covering their mouths but phones still up in the air.
"you-" she breathes heavily, face red with rage. "you- you absolute slut! you whore!" she screams.
"that's enough." someone says next to you, before standing in between. "get up, you are making a fool of yourself. your drunk outbursts are hurting an innocent person."
"mr kim-" you start, ready to defend yourself.
"i'm not-!"
"come on," kim hongjoong helps the girl up, keeping her in a tight grip and guiding her outside the mansion. "phones away, everyone. show's over."
in the corner of your eye, you see park seonghwa rushing downstairs, followed by a woman in tears. by now, everyone went back to dancing, assuming that the girl was simply drunk and didn't know what she was saying. you are forever grateful to mr kim.
"what happened?" seonghwa grabs your shoulders, eyes skimming the ripped sleeve of the dress.
"your daughter happened." you bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep tears from falling.
"oh, love, i'm so sorry."
"well, i kinda earned it."
mr park looks at you confused. you sigh, then slowly start walking towards one of the empty tables so that the dance floor can free up.
"she was saying some things and i intentionally pissed her off." you explain.
"what did she say?"
"that i intentionally threw myself on you, that i'm exposing my cleavage for you, and you know, that sort of stuff."
you cannot look him in the eyes. his gaze is too intense. his eyebrows are scrunched as he looks at you, and you aren't sure if he is mad with you or his daughter.
"and what did you say?"
you stay silent. you cannot fall any lower in his eyes. instead, you pour yourself a glass of wine, taking small sips of it. you absolutely hate alcohol, but in an awkward situation like this, you'll gladly drink the whole bottle if it means it'll get you out of the subject.
"do you wish to talk somewhere more private?" seonghwa suggests, making you choke back on the liquid.
"how private?" you ask before you can think.
the man chuckles, then offers his hand for you to take. you look around, making sure that the two women aren't around to see. mr kim has probably busied himself with taking care of mr park's daughter, and his ex must've left. she seemed pretty upset. you hate that the sight of her upset makes you happy.
park seonghwa leads you upstairs, much like his ex wife a few moments ago. he passes by a few doors in the hallway, until finally opening one. the interior is similar to the one in his library, only with a much bigger book selection. but he doesn't let you examine too much. he leads you to the balcony, which reminds you of the one from romeo and juliet. it looks like something from an old castle abandoned in the woods, with vines growing all over the old broken stone. the manor is surrounded by a light forest, just a few minutes away from the city, but the view from the balcony makes it seem like it is in the middle of a fantasy field. there is no light pollution, therefore you are able to see millions of shiny dots up in the sky. before you can keep gazing, mr park rests his hands on your waist, turning you around so that your back rests against the stone fence.
"sir?" you ask, hoping he would say something that you'll have an answer to.
"i was right. red is your colour."
his finger brushes over your red lips, then continues down your jawline, the neck bones, and to the cutout of the dress. he caresses the skin above the material, mere millimeters away. you are shivering, despite the pleasant weather tonight. you look into his eyes, bite down your lip when you see how focused he is in his moves.
"now that it's ripped off anyway, i'd love nothing more than to shred it to bits, just to see you again."
"but, you said-" you try reminding him of his message. he is very confusing to you.
"i know what i said. i can't help it." he steps closer to you, face inches away from yours. "i dream of devouring you in this dress."
his hand takes the wine glass from yours, lips pressing against it to take a sip. he looks deep into your eyes while he does so, faint glint getting you more riled up. you feel yourself dripping through the thin material of the thin lace thongs you wore, and it feels like he can feel it too somehow.
the glass is set on the fence now, a safe distance from both of you. you think he will finally speak again, but the man has other plans. his main plan seems to make you fall into his arms tonight, and it is working. his hands cup your face, and he presses his lips against yours. your hands are gripping the cold stone, not knowing what to do from the sudden explosion of emotions. carefully, park seonghwa pours the wine from his mouth into yours, sensually kissing you along the way.
aside from it being the hottest fucking thing that has ever happened to you, you are also happy that you didn't spill any of it. you swallow, and when you try to move away to catch a breath, he only deepens the kiss, your face still in his palms. he tugs on your lips, biting them gently, sucking them, swiping his tongue along them, with a satisfying rhythm. you can't help but whine into his mouth, a certain part of you wishing for more friction.
"all you have to do is say the words, doll." he says, voice deep and almost a whisper.
"what words?" you ask, stupidly.
"any words. anything that will give me a green light." he answers, eyes searching yours for any kind of signal.
you think, for a short time that to seonghwa seemed like years.
"take me. here. on this balcony."
seonghwa groans, and leans in again to give attention to your lips. his hands roam your body, mainly focusing on your waist and thighs. he grabs your flesh through the fabric, squeezing it with desire as his tongue hungrily chases yours, not getting enough of it no matter how much he gets.
he pulls away too fast for your liking, and before you can whine again, he drops down on his knees. his perfectly polished shoes are forgotten as they suffer scratches from the floor, and his perfectly ironed black pants will soon meet a similar fate.
"hold this for me, pretty?" he asks, handing you the bottom of your dress.
you are caught off by the sudden situation, yet your body responds immediately and takes the fabric from him. you can barely see him from the red ruffles, but you can definitely feel the hot wet muscle licking through the thin lace of your underwear. you sigh, your head falling back at the hot sensation on your clit.
"don't hold back, please. i want to hear you."
you feel uneasy, but the moment he pushes your panties aside and attaches his lips to your core, you do not care. you whine, breathe heavily, moan, pull at his hair in ecstasy. you love the thrill of knowing that anyone could walk in and the first thing they'd see is the two of you doing sinful things in the moonlight. bet they'd love the sight, too.
"fuck, sir-" you gasp, feeling him sucking on your sensitive bud.
"fuck, i love it when you call me sir. call me more names, darling, i beg you."
"m-make me," you choke out, feeling his finger sliding between your walls.
he scoffs, playfully tugging on your covered nipple as he continues pumping his finger in and out of you. he does it slowly, making sure to brush against the sensitive spot but not give it complete attention. just enough to keep you on the edge.
"oh, i'll make you. don't you worry." he promises.
his hands grab your thighs, almost raising your body from the ground, so that he could eat you out properly. you have the urge to close your legs, but his hands are firm and keep them open. you shake against his restless tongue, hoping to release soon.
"mr. park- please- please-" you beg, choking back tears.
you do not know why you tear up in sexual situations with him. from the pleasure? from the pain of edging? from knowing that this might be the last time you're doing it?
as soon as he hears your voice shaking, mr park stands up, making sure that it really is what he thinks it is. without a word, he kisses you again, lips wet with your arousal. he keeps fingering you, knuckles disappearing between your folds and deliciously preparing you for him.
"turn around for me, little girl."
his words shoot arrows to your core, and it takes a lot of strength in you to do as he says. his fingers find their place right under your jaw, softly pressing into your neck and making it difficult for you to stay sober. he releases every now and then, just enough to let you breathe properly. his other hand moves the back of your dress, giving it to you to hold onto, and then raises your leg so that it rests on the fence. you are now standing on one leg, wet core completely exposed to the cool night air and him.
"good girl," he praises, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. "so flexible for me."
you hear a zipper, then clothes ruffling. you breathe out when you feel something smooth and hot rubbing up and down your folds, not yet entering. your head drops from the dizziness of his playful choking, and your eyes widen when you finally see the rest of the view from the balcony.
down there, in the garden behind the manor, there are three benches and a fountain. and on one of the benches, his ex wife. she seems to notice you at the same time you notice her, judging by her sudden jaw drop and widened eyes. you don't get to warn him, as you are interrupted by your own gasp caused by his hot muscle pushing inside your tights walls. he wastes no time in thrusting into you, quickly catching a rhythm while simultaneously pulling your hair with his other hand. at this point, it is more you thrusting back into him than he is thrusting forwards into you. you need his every inch, no matter how fucked up the situation at the moment is.
you can't help it, you look at the poor woman in the eyes, moaning as her ex husband is tearing you apart on the balcony of their once shared holiday manor.
"louder," he growls, speeding up his movements.
and you do it. you moan, louder, not on purpose, but because it really feels that good.
"fuck, your cunt is made for me."
"da-daddy-" you test the grounds, and he halts his movements.
shit, you fucked up.
"what?" he says, out of breath.
"nothing-" you gasp, his fingers pressing into your neck, "daddy, i said daddy-"
you are interrupted by a moan again, as he begins thrusting harder. the woman is on the verge of tears, and even though you feel a little bad, the feeling of her husband's cock filling you up feels too good. you also remember the reason they parted. she did the same with another man. you allow yourself a moment of braveness, already having said goodbye to the friendship with their daughter.
you smile down at the woman, then reach behind to grab mr park's hair. you moan, loud and clear, more for her to hear. the man groans, burying his head into your shoulder and biting down, making you gasp and close your eyes in pain. his hand rests on your lower back, making you arch it just a bit more so he can finally hit the spot you both need.
you open your eyes, only to find her still standing there in disbelief and shock. she is disgusted with you, and heartbroken by him. and you do not care.
"mr. park, you're too big for me-" you choke out.
he slows his movements, then raises his head from your shoulder. he admires the bruise he has created for a moment, then follows your gaze down to the benches. upon seeing his ex wife, you expect him to stop. but he only does so for a moment, before yanking down the fabric on your chest and exposing your breasts. he continues diving into you, softly panting into your ear and driving you insane.
the woman seems too stunned to even move. it is clear she is not enjoying it, she isn't a voyeour.
"you're taking me so well, doll. you should see how abused your pretty pussy looks, begging me to cum all over it and inside it." he growls, then grabs your jaw so that he can look at you.
his eyebrows are scrunched, focused on the approaching orgasm.
"moan for me more, baby, please. you sound majestic."
unable to hold back, you moan into his mouth, hips thrusting back in a desperate attempt to reach the orgasm. it is building up inside of you for so long, threatening to overflow any moment now. but he has complete control over the rhythm, and the moment you start moving too, he chokes you just a little harder.
"sir, please, sir, let me cum- i want to cum on your dick so, so bad," you say everything that is on your mind. he enjoys seeing you vulnerable in his hands, and slows down the pace just to hear you some more.
"you want to cream on daddy's cock, little girl? you want me to fill you up all the way, to have you walk with my cum inside your abused little hole the entire night? have my daughter apologize to you as you desperately try to keep my seed from spilling down your legs?"
"mr park-"
"yes, angel."
"sir-"
"just a bit more, doll."
"seonghwa-" you scream, and he is quick to press his lips on yours to calm you down.
feeling your walls squeeze from the waves of the orgasm, you take him over the edge, his seed painting your walls and making it easier for him to ride his own orgasm out. your body shakes from the intense pleasure, and from the sudden rush of cold air on your bare arms. mr park is quick to release your neck, and wrap his arms around you and press your body against his chest. he kisses you sweetly, simultaneously rubbing your arms in an attempt to warm you up. his cock twitches inside of you, and he is still slowly thrusting in and out, riding out the rest of the orgasm.
you breathe heavily into his mouth, legs going limp and threatening to become numb any second. he finally helps you set your leg down, and slowly pulls out of you. hot seed spills out of your hole and down your leg, and you are scared that it will stain the dress.
"do you trust me?"
"huh?"
"do you trust me?" he repeats himself, guiding you so that your body is facing him again.
"well, yes, i- oh!"
he picks you up by your waist, so that you can sit on the stone fence. it is wide enough for you to sit comfortably, but if you could choose not to, you would. his hands are holding you firmly, and his eyes tell you he isn't letting go.
"this dress looks gorgeous on you, but it is in my way the whole evening," he huffs, flipping the dress once more.
"no, i'm too sensitive-" you try to stop him, but he hushes you.
"trust. me."
he doesn't touch your clit. he doesn't try to finger you. instead, he collects the white streak that has started the journey down your thigh, pushing it back into your hole. you feel yourself becoming wet again, horny and angry butterflies raving in your stomach. he uses his two fingers to gently push all of his seed inside you again, and he looks up at you with deadly eyes. you recognize the lust once again, and you almost moan at the sight.
"now, let's go find my daughter to get your apology."
โno!โ you protest, panic swallowing you.
โrelax. she will say no, I will be mad at her, and she will then ask to go with her mother.โ
you try to follow, but you canโt. why is he so careless about his daughter choosing his ex wife over him? he seems to realise your confusion, and laughs fondly.
โthat way, nothing can stop us doing this any time and anywhere. and, I can finally make that dinner reservation at the new restaurant. been dying to try it with you.โ
โbut, I donโt have any money. I cannot pay my share.โ
park seonghwa chuckles, then leaves a soft kiss on your forehead. you feel all fuzzy and warm, feet swinging under the dress from the simple act.
โIโll gladly be your sugar daddy. just the more romantic and relationship type of sugar daddy.โ
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โwhat do you say?โ
โI say your cum is ready to be washed out so I better go fetch my apology.โ
โgood girl.โ
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Honestly pretty unlikely of him to actually get up and fetch you an orange. Cause most of the times when you guys do hang out, he's very tired out from training all day and too sore to stand.
But he will get you one when he actually has the energy for it... Only after giving you a long stare that leaves you questioning you relationship though.
Would peel it after heaving a sigh through his nose. Would not wash it or peel the sticker.
Would correct you and say that this is a tangerine and not an orange.
Would lean back on the opposite end of the couch and jokingly toss a few pieces aiming for your mouth. Would stop only after it hits you eye. And then feed you one by one.
You eat one, he inhales two.
Would linger his fingers in your mouth cause.. He likes the feeling and it reminds him of last night's activities.
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Laziest piece of shit on the face of this earth.
Would get up to fetch you one but would walk so slowly AND INTENTIONALLY
LIKE BRO IS JUST TRYING TO PISS YOU OFF THAT'S IT
Would peel it for you but would literally be so fucking slow. Would also peel off the white stringy just for added suspense. Would fasten his pace just a little when you grunt or yell at him but would slow down again minutes later.
Would feed himself three pieces before feeding you one. Bro calls it 'boyfriend tax'.
Would gather all the peels and aim for the trash can. If they don't make it, then it's place is on the floor cause it's not gonna be him getting up to pick up that trash.
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You would be surprised if he even knows how to do it cause he's had most things spoon fed to him in life when it comes to labors like these.
He gets up to fetch you one and tosses it at you halfway back to the couch. You better catch it or he's gonna roast you.
But he aimed pretty well, at your chest to be specific. What a pervert but anyway.
Would sit down and quirk a brow at you when you hold it out to him and ask him to peel it.
Very confused as to why you can't do it yourself. But he's smart and figures out that it's probably some sort of trend you saw on social media.
So he begins to act like a chivalrous knight. A bit of a naughty one though.
Would sit super duper close to you, like basically an inch away from being on your lap and stare at you as you chew with a smirk on his face, acting like a 90's housewife who's just succeeded in killing her husband. Unnerving.
Would ask you to lick off the juices that dripped onto his hand cause he was too rough when peeling. And would stare as you do it with a light blush dusted across his face. Is totally imagining his thing in place of his fingers.
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Pretty likely to ask a servant to get one for you but also pretty likely to fetch one himself.
Would peel it for you himself, zero hesitation.
Would cringe though when the juices spray on him and gets on his black clothes which would lead to a noticeable stain, at least in his eyes.
Wouldn't throw a fit in front of you though and would continue to peel.
Would feed them to you but using a fork. He really doesn't wanna risk you bitting him cause he doesn't like the feeling. And also because he's classy.
Would plate the orange on the finest china and would clean up the trash afterwards like a gentleman.
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Would bicker a little at first but would get it for you anyway.
Would try to experiment for a moment and see if she can peel it with a knife made out of ice.
Spoiler: it worked too well and now you have tangerine juice all over your precious girlfriend and the couch.
The tangerine looks like it just went through a lobotomy.
Girly is literally so embarrassed, red in the face and panicking. Apologizing profusely.
You help her get up and walk her to the bathroom to clean up and fetch some clothes for her.
And then clean up the floor and the couch.
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Since he's downright terrified of cats, ever since learning through inhyuk that they hate the smell of citrus, he's been dousing himself in it. And there are stray orange peels laying all around his house to drive away cats.
Would have it laying in a fruit bowl right on the living room table.
Would peel so skillfully. Get every white tringy bit and doesn't spill a single drop or break the skin.
You almost feel bad eating it cause if looks so perfect.
Would give you an annoyed stare if you refuse to eat though, like 'why'd you make me do shit when you aren't even gonna eat it? '
Please eat it or his perfectionist mind is gonna start thinking that he didn't peel it well enough.
Would stare at the tangerine and would and would be salivating inside his mouth. Would not eat until you almost hand feed him.
Would not let you hand feed him and picks it from your hand and then eats it.
All while blushing a little.
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He just randomly arrives with a perfectly peeled and dissected orange on a sliver platter like he can read your mind.
Would hand feed you and linger his finger on your lips cause they look so cute when you're chewing that he justs wants to nibble on them like a shark.
Would not eat until you beg him and hand feed him.
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We Need a Little Romance In Life
Warning(s): bad grammar ๐ญ Iโm trying to fix within my abilites | Update: unkown | Webtoon heavy (follow webtoon with a change here and there) | OC centric (Female)-but you can think however you want.
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Chapter 1
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A huge greenhouse look-alike
A very very handsome-beautiful Platinum haired, blue-eyed young man, received a call.
In front of the man, known as Kartein, stood a young woman in her early 20 that had the same feature as the Kartein, but was more feminine and soft.
She is the one and only Karteinโs adorable precious treasure, Claris.
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โWas itโฆKayden?โ
Claris asked as she poured a newly brewed tea for her Brother. Kartein thanked her and took a sip before answering,ย
โThe one and onlyโ
โWhat did he want?โ
โ...Heal..โ
โHim? So the rumor is true, heโs injured?โ
โIโm not sure, but he will teach me his force controlโ
ย Claris makes an โoโ โฆ She knows Kayden. Kayden Break. The conceited, arrogant, fighting maniac that fortunately backed up with his outstanding powerโฆand brain.
And his handsome face, plus body.
BUT! Brother Kartein is still the best!' -ย Clari's inner heartย -
โI hope itโs nothing too seriousโฆ although he said he will tell Brother his Force Controlโฆand I guess, I will be visiting Korea much much sooner than I plannedโ
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Korea, Jiwooโs hospital room.
โI spoke too soon. THIS IS SERIOUS! BEYOND SERIOUS! THIS IS FATAL!โย
Here, the trio of renowned awakeners stood in front of the patient, Seo Jiwoo, a.k.a Kaydenโs Disciple.
Claris is the only one with a pale face, all colors drained from her face. She did know before she met the boy, so sheโs prepared but also likes to think that maybe Kayden misdiagnosed or whatever it is, since heโs not a healer. He sucks at it.ย
โJiwoo, this is Kartein the best healer, and his younger sister, Claris also a healer, second only to this manโ Kayden introduced Brother and I. Half-heartedly.
โUh, Uhm. Helloโฆโย
Ok, Claris may be well-mannered, a soft-spoken person, and looks timid, which is not wrong but also not true. She can be blunt and have no mercy.
She shot a half-hearted glare toward Kayden. The young boy greeted her and her brother back. Turning her gaze towards the main focus of the day, Seo Jiwoo.
She took note of how his core are shattered by his physical wound.
โHis Core are shattered very carefully that it will be a challenge to fixโฆ.noโฆitโs more likeย impossibleย to be fixed. However, his arms, whoever did fix his arms did a good job. Was it Dr.Delein, the one that didย that experimentโฆdespite his questionable experiment, his skill is no jokeโฆ.I guess Iโll visit him.โ
While Claris is busy with her thoughts, Kayden, Kartein, and Jiwoo talk about theย possibleย core fixing. The two awakened leave the room since Jiwoo asked to talk with Kartein alone. Claris decided to follow Kayden out.
Kartein soundproofs the room, but Claris and Kayden can still hear the conversation, seeing that Kartein doesnโt make it tight.
โKaydenโฆโ
The blue-haired man glance at the platinum-haired woman and shrugged.
She sigh. Knowing this man for years now, she knows this man like an open book. Kayden tend to hide his inner feeling..not that he had oneโฆmore like, sometimesโฆokโฆmore than sometimes, he doesnโt share his feeling much like brother (Kartein). Kayden and Kartein are more similar than they would like and acknowledge, in front of that, deep down both know and understand each other like blood-related siblings. Claris that grow up and was raised by Kartein, ends up able to read Kaydenโs too. After all, Kayden is like another brother to her. An annoying one, that is.ย
The door opened, The best healers come out.ย
โBrotherโ
Claris immediately went to his side, holding his arm. Kartein look straight to Kayden.
โArenโt you (them, technically) bring too obvious when eavesdropping?โ
โ...โ Kayden just keeps silent.
โTake us to your placeโ
Claris look shocked, and the freeloader..also look shocked โHUH!!?โ
โIt took us days to get here. We need rest, donโt you think? After all, we are here because of youโ
The trio walked away to Kaydenโs placeโฆ.also known as Jiwooโs house.
Itโs a spacious, modern house.
Kayden opened the front door, Claris behind him, Kartein the last one
โYouโre staying here?โ
โYupโ
Claris took note of other living beings inside the house, she peered from Kaydenโs back and spotted 3 adorable cats and another one on the sofa.
โCATS!!โ
โCats?!โ
Claris looks excited, while Kartein just looks at the cats..loss of words.
He never imagined that the infamous Kayden Break would ownโฆor even take care of an animal. He is already a handful after all. But, who he is to judge, without Claris, Kartein probably will have a bit of a hard time managing his work or research.ย
See, the two of them are more similar, unbeknownst to themselves and their denial.
โKayden, are you sure you didnโt hit your head somewhere?โ Kartein for sure canโt believe what he is seeing right now.
โWhy?โ
โIt's just so weirdโฆthe cats..โ
โSo?โ
โI just couldnโt imagine you being a cat person to suit your image..โ
โWhat are you even saying?โ
Kayden stood up and walked towards the Kitchen, to give food to the cats.
Claris giggled.
But then, blue flashes from the kitchen. Just at the right timing, Kartein and Claris watched it unfold.
Both are shocked.
The great infamous Kayden Break turned into a cat, a big cat.
โAt least heโs cute nowโ Claris thought, then redirected her eyes to see how her brother would react.
You see, Kartein is someone that you could say is a โmad scientistโ thought, heโs not into that level, not like Dr.Delein. Kartein is just very eager and knowledge starved if that is a word. He loves to get new things on his hands.
Claris walked herself out of theย crime sceneย and sat on the sofa, watching her brother and Catyden (Kayden as a cat) having a conversation. Already get the ideas of what will happen.
Her brother then sits next to her, in deep thought, same as Kayden. Well, Kayden looks more like, a bit wary at Kartein's unexpected reaction.
Claris hold her laughter.ย
Watching the two, as they have a conversation turns into a sort-of negotiation.
โHe doesnโt want to change back?โฆhmmmโฆKayden is indeed moody, but, he did sustain an injury, I think, he couldn't change back is more appropriate. But then, Itโs not exactly my business, If Brother decided to learn and changed to a cat, he wouldnโt have a problem easily transforming back-to-backโฆโ
She noticed that Kartein clenched his fist in anger.
โBrotherโฆsometimes, I canโt help but worry about you. Youโre smart but also can be an idiot. BUT THAT'S WHAT MAKES BROTHER CUTE AND AWESOME!!!โ
Claris sighed and decided to just take a nap or sleep. Using her brother as a pillow.
She vaguely hears the reason why Jiwoo refuses the treatment, and how Kartein wants the technique that Kayden used to turn himself into a cat.
โYes, I should just sleepโ
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The next day, The trio visits Jiwoo again to start the healing process or treatment.ย
He refused, of course. Watching the comedic interaction between Kartein, Kayden, and the innocent Jiwooโฆ. was gold. Claris already noticed that the technique isnโt important for Kayden, but knowing her Brother is already obsessed with it, he wonโt change his mind. After all, Kayden and Kartein's circumstances are different.
Unfortunately, Jiwoo had another attack (aftershocks). Thankfully, Kayden was quick to act, and so was her Brother.ย
She decided to assist at the beginning of the healing process, while Jiwoo was still out cold. She has full confidence in Kartein's ability, but healing the brokenโฆshattered coreโฆnot an easy job, and to make the process faster, Claris will heal other injuries to make the process smoother, so Kartein will focus only on fixing the core.
โHehe..โ Claris couldnโt help but giggle, remembering how Jiwoo refused.
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โAh, no, Itโs just that heโs as stubborn as Kayden. He is still a good boy thru and throughโ
โHa, one Kayden in the world is enough, donโt you think? Claris supports me until we're finished. I need you to give support for his core so the healing will be faster.โ Kartein sighs and gives a soft smirk to Claris. The shorter platinum-haired awakener gives a big smile,
โOf course, Brother!โ
The two fall into silent, full concentration. Knowing that Kayden is protecting them, Claris can fully support Kartein. Under different circumstances, usually, Claris will be the one that protects Kartein during the healing process, since he will be off-guard.
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Kayden on guard noticed Yoo Jiyoung and Goo Inhyuk from Shinhwa came. Kayden and Jiyoung talked until the topic changed to the broken core,
โI have never heard anyone being able to get their core fixed.โ
โSame here. After all, once a core is smashed, itโs the end. But Kartein said he can. Besides, Claris is known to have shattered the awakener's core during her first debut as world rankers. Iโm sure itโs not impossible for themโ
โLady Claris also here?!โ
โSheโs attached to his hip. Besides, I believe in Kartein's abilities, as well as Clarisโ
Inside Jiwooโs room, Karteinโs face became softer and a small smile adorned his beautiful face. Claris notices that and smiles.
โWell, it was the past, now no one challenges me anymore. Tho, I will have to thank my past enemies, because I got lots of knowledge from the shattered core that now we can fix it. As long as no foreign energy in thereโ
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Hi! If it's not a bother for you, can you please write boyfriend headcanons for Seongha Park,Vatore,Pluton and Amyeong? Tysm!!!
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โ ๏ธโโโกโโโโโข: pluton excluded because I haven't caught up yet and don't know him at all, also excluding vator too cause my note is out of space, considerable favouritism towards Amyeong, cannibalism in Amyeong's part, mention of getting children in seongha's part.
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It's complicated.
Getting into a relationship with him is it's own feat. As the man is quite busy with his union duties and getting to have him all to yourself is rare.
But that's another discussion. This is about your already established relationship.
Dates with him mostly consist of homely, domestic stuff. His life and job are hectic as hell so he finds a solace in your activities. That's not to claim that fancy dates don't occur though. They do, especially in the beginning of the relationship but gradually decrease in frequency as time goes on. But that gradual decrease might not happen if you prefer fine dining, although he will fail sometimes but you must understand, the man's awfully busy.
He's a man of few words, so you must focus more on reading his actions if you want to understand him in the early makings of your relationship. Gradually though, he will fall into a common phenomenon among couples and partially adopt your habit of talkativeness.
Along with that, he might also adopt other things such as preferred choice of curse words, how you hold your cup, the patterns you draw on his skin when cuddling, spice tolerance etc.
He isn't necessarily trying to become a doppelganger in the behavioral way, he's just becoming more in tune with you.
Any hobby you might have, he'll also grow interested in it and try learning that as a form of bonding. It's his tactic for growing closer to you as he isn't quite skilled in the department of sweet talking. The man's quite self aware of his lack of communication expertise.
He has a deep respect for you. He values your opinion in almost every situation. Even when you are clearly wrong, he still tries to take it into consideration.
He feels a deep warmth blossom in the depths of his otherwise cold heart when he sees the way you interact with Subin and her friends. It makes him almost wonder what it would be like to see you talk with your very own milk mukbang. As much as his job is demanding, it's also risky, so he tosses away that idea for now, it always stays somewhere in the back of his head though. Even when you say that you don't want any breathing embryos, which he respects.
His love language consists of quality time, acts of service and words of affirmation. He prefers being on the receiving end of affirmation most of the time but he'll pucker up the courage always when necessary.
He has a way of being funny without even trying to, it's from his almost uncanny comically fake laugh to his nack for making inside jokes. A genuine laugh of his is the most breathtaking though.
He is most apologetic if you happen to be a fan of cats, because he is no way in hell allowing one at his home. He's very much sorry for depriving you of such simple pleasures but he simply cannot.
When asked why, he's hesitant to reveal.
He does it after almost 1year into the relationship on a random Sunday when you both are laying on the couch, limbs over each other with an awful romcom playing in the background that you've seen over 10 times already. Did I mention that he's a hopeless romantic too? And that he has a craving for cringy romcoms? And also that he's deeply embarrassed to letting you know that and was actively hiding it from you before you found out through his most watched list? He was utterly terrified.
Anyway, back to the subject on matter, he begins to unravel the story without invitation, it just starts, out of no where, like a blast of cold water in a dessert. He goes 'so one fateful day I was-' and slowly along the way you figure out that he's talking about the story behind his fear for cats.
It's notable that he talks akin to an old man when talking about incidents in his life. He sulks quite a bit when you tell him that though.
He's very adamant about keeping you out of harm's way, it doesn't matter to him if you're as strong as kayden, he would still fuss all over you like a mother hen.
He might not seem like the type but he's quite prone to jealousy. Especially when you seem to be getting along with a feline obsessed freak. This jealousy sometimes even extends to animals and objects too.
Like for example if you were to do a little excited dance when the food gets delivered, he'll be jealous of the food cause he wants you to get that excited when you see him too. Silly, so silly.
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To be honest, this should be its own separate fic due to how many things that come up in my mind that I wish to discuss.
But anyhow, you have to be his colleague, work in a similar background as him, be an enemy, be close to kayden or be connected to his past in the experimention lab.
Otherwise I can't really see how both of you would come into contact with each other.
Anyway, since that's done, let's get to established relationship.
He's very considerate of you and cares about you a lot, though he never says it. You'd have to piece things together and read his actions to understand this aspect of him.
For example, if you tell him that you like something in passing, it'll magically appear in your living space. It won't happen immediately, at least 1-2 weeks later.
This odd delay happens due to two primary reasons,
1) {in the case of the item being a little rare} resources are hard to find when you're constantly on the go,
2) he kind of wants you to forget that you ever mentioned liking it to him and wants to pretend he just got it for you and it coincidentally happened to align with your likes. (He's shy and doesn't want to risk you mentioning it, which would cause him to fluster and talking gibberish in front of you is something he would like to avoid.)
(Little does he know you have the memory capacity of a spoon.)
This delay adjusts according to what type of item he is getting you. For example, food arrives faster, say you tell him 'I like cherries', it'll appear in 3-4 days. But if you say 'I'm hungry', you can rest assured expect food in the next 30-60 minutes.
He's very stiff and doesn't know how to communicate his feelings. And isn't really all that comfortable sharing them, so you shouldn't prob him too much or he'll raise his walls higher.
After a certain amount of time, a bit of builded up trust and some light probbing from you once in a while, he'll come to you on his own and tell you all that's troubling him. As by now, he has learned that you're clearly leagues better at emotions than him.
It's not that he necessarily wants you to solve everything for him, he just needs to talk it out with you, he has discovered that doing so makes the matter seem simpler to him. Especially when you so remark, 'that's just 2 things! '
After a bit of time, he would partially learn how to deal with it himself too, as he learned from watching you.
Although somethings he wouldn't tell you are when there's a possibility that you might sacrifice yourself or get harmed by participating.
His love language is mostly gift giving and quality time.
Not that he minds physical contact, he's just not used to it.
He falls last but when he falls, he falls deep.
When in a dire situation, if you happen to be suffering from hunger with no other safe food resources around, he might just cut up his own flesh and feed it to you.
He would probably do it without telling you as he knows your morals won't stand it. And he quite frankly doesn't care when in that desperate of a situation. He needs you alive, not dead. He also doesn't see the harm in it as his flesh gets regenerated anyway. He would feel remorse later, although not for deceiving you into committing literal cannibalism, but for lying to you.
Dates with him mostly consist of stargazing, cuddling in bed and domestic stuff. Your man is a borderline criminal, he probably won't be allowed in most restaurants. But you could dress him up in normal clothes and give it a try still. Be prepared to have your boyfriend be stared at like shark bait though.
He's fiercely loyal to you and is ready to just about give his life up for you. He might not be great with emotions but when you confide in him, he tries his utter best to come up with a solution.
*๏ฝฅ๏พ๏พ๏ฝฅ*:.๏ฝก..๏ฝก.:*๏พ:*:โผโฟใใโฟโผ:*๏พ:.๏ฝก..๏ฝก.:*๏ฝฅ๏พ๏พ๏ฝฅ*
๐ธ๐ ๐ข๐๐'๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ธ'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ข ๐ณ๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐'๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
๐ธ'๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐.
๐ธ'๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ท๐ข๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ท๐๐๐. ๐๐ ๐ธ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐. ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐.
๐ฐ๐๐๐๐๐๐... ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ข๐๐. :)
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