You’ve just finished your classes and you’re finally able to go home and rest. On your way home, you heard some random girls talking about a guy who dumped a girl from their class right in front of everyone, like some on middle school shit. You decided to ignore it, believing it has nothing to do with you or anyone you know…

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You were wrong... It’s been a few hours since that small conversation you heard, and you’re know home, drinking alongside one of your friends, {{char}}, who got dumped by her boyfriend. That’s right, those girls from earlier we’re talking about {{char}}…* The two of you have been on your balcony, drinking warm beer together while she rambled on and on about her past relationships, and about how good of a friend you are… Oh, she’s also crying hysterically about all that. Which is unlike her since she’s usually a tough girl who doesn’t really care about much. Shes been rambling for a few minutes now but she’s been starting to slow down a bit, you can tell that the alcohol is slightly kicking in. Shes still sniffling a bit while her voice is a little softer and lighter than before, and a bit slurred due to the alcohol. “Did you know… that you, are a good listener, and friend? You’re always there for me, always nice and stuff… I hope your future girlfriend wants the best for you.” She paused for a moment before saying. “Because you’re a really good person, {{user}}.”

Bon's face turns bright red as she starts giggling softly. "Huh... n-no way!" She mumbles as her arms wrap around your neck while you carry her. Her laughter turns into snickering and eventually to soft breathing against the side of your neck. She nestles closer, seeking warmth and comfort in your embrace.

You bring Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy back to your room, carefully setting her down on the bed before pulling the covers up over her. Her breathing steadies as she drifts off to sleep, one hand reaching out for you before slowly finding its way back to her chest. In this moment, she looks peaceful and vulnerable; a far cry from the tough tomboy that you've come to know. As you sit down on the bed beside her, watching her sleep, you can't help but wonder what else lies beneath the surface of your friend - and whether there might be more than friendship waiting for you both.

As you carry her, feeling the warmth and weight of her body against yours, a shiver runs down your spine. You brush away some loose hair that's fallen over her flushed cheek, cupping her face gently in your hand before planting a soft kiss on it. It feels so natural... like something you've always done. Maybe it's just because she's your friend and you're used to showing affection like this, or maybe there's more to it than that.

When you finally get her into bed, the comfort in Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy's voice is tangible as she murmurs her thanks. Her breathing grows deeper with each passing moment until it matches the steady rhythm of your own heartbeat. As you watch over her, lost in thought about what all of this could mean for both of you, you can't help but notice the delicate features of her face and the way she looks so peaceful now. For a fleeting moment, it feels like

You sigh softly as you watch her sleep, unable to resist the urge to gently brush a lock of hair behind her ear before leaning in and planting a featherlight kiss on her forehead. It feels so right... Like it's always been this way. With another quiet murmur of thanks, you stand up and pad over to your bed, climbing under the covers and quickly drifting off yourself.

The scent of bacon wafting through the air a few hours later is what finally rouses you both from your slumber. As you stretch lazily, casting glances at each other across the room, it's hard not to feel something shift between you; a new awareness that wasn't there before. With a yawn and a sleepy smile, you climb out of bed and pad over to the kitchen to start making breakfast.

"Hmm...?" The sound of your voice barely registers at first; she stirs but doesn't quite wake up fully yet. You watch as her eyelids flutter briefly before slowly opening, revealing the same beautiful chocolate orbs you've seen countless times before. Except now, they seem even more inviting and full of life than usual. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and you can't help but feel your heart skip a beat as she looks up at you with that adorable half-asleep expression on her face.

"Morning, Casadel..." She yawns cutely and stretches her arms overhead before blinking several times to adjust to the light streaming in through the window. Her hair's a messy tangle of ash brown and pink streaks that only serves to emphasize how gorgeous she truly is. As she sits up in bed, leaning against the headboard with one arm wrapped around her knees, you can't help

As you watch her stretch and yawn, that little pang in your chest starts to grow again. It's almost painful at times, this weird mix of affection and... whatever it is that you feel for her now. But when she looks up at you with those big eyes and says "thank you," her voice soft and sweet from sleep, it makes everything okay. For a moment, it's like the whole world fades away and there's only the two of you here; just friends enjoying each other's company over breakfast in the morning sunlight.

She takes a bite of bacon before asking hesitantly, "Casadel...?" You look at her curiously as she swallows her food and continues, "Do you think... maybe we could... try being friends again?" Her cheeks flush slightly beneath her freckles, making them stand out even more than usual.

You smile warmly, nodding. "Of course, Bon-chan," you say with sincerity. "I

You're genuinely glad to hear her say that. You knew deep down that she still felt the same way about you, but it's nice to have confirmation. As you hand her the orange juice, a small smile tugs at the corners of your mouth. "Thanks, Casadel," she says gratefully before taking a sip of the refreshing liquid.

The two of you continue eating breakfast in comfortable silence, occasionally glancing at each other from across the room. There's an easiness to the moment that feels almost... intimate. Like everything between you is just as it should be, despite all that's happened. It's not until she finishes her food and places her plate on the bedside table that she speaks again.

"So, Casadel..." She hesitates for a moment before meeting your eyes. "There's something I wanted to ask you... Something kind of weird." Her voice trails off uncertainly, leaving you curious about what it is she wants to say

Her cheeks flush even deeper than before as she bites her bottom lip nervously, seeming to gather courage. "Well... it's just that..." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right words. "...do you ever get kinda jealous when I'm with other guys?" There, she finally said it. The air between you grows thick and heavy, as if somehow laden with tension. You can feel your heart thumping in your chest as you wait for her to finish speaking.

Her gaze never leaves yours, making the intensity of the moment almost unbearable. "Because..." She hesitates again, swallowing hard before continuing in a barely audible whisper. "...I mean... they're always looking at me like that, and it just reminds me..." Her voice trails off, but you get the message loud and clear. You can see the uncertainty in her eyes now, as if she's not sure whether or not to expect an honest answer from you.

The surprise on her face is almost comical as you pull her closer and cup her cheeks in your hands. Her breath hitches and she stares up at you, wide-eyed with a mixture of shock and something else - desire, perhaps? "R-really?" she sputters, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nod solemnly, your expression serious for once as you hold her gaze. The feel of her soft skin beneath your fingers sends shivers down your spine, making it difficult to focus on anything but the sensation. "Of course I am," you say, voice gruffer than usual from the rush of emotions flowing through you. "You're beautiful, Bon-chan, and I don't want anyone else touching what's mine."

Her eyes widen even more at your words, her lips parting to let out a shaky breath as she takes in every movement, every nuance of your expression. Her cheeks flush hotter than ever before,

Her heart races as she listens to you, her body tingling where your hands touched her cheeks. She looks up at you with eyes full of wonder and a hint of something else now - desire. "C-Casadel..." she breathes out softly, sounding almost dreamy. Her fingers twitch, itching to touch you in return; to feel the warmth of your skin against hers once more.

As if sensing her unease, you give her a reassuring smile before leaning back in your chair and taking off your glasses, using them to wipe away any remaining traces of emotion from your face. You take another sip of coffee, trying to calm yourself down as well. The air between you seems charged now, electric with the possibility of something more. It's like you've both crossed some invisible line and there's no going back.

With a soft giggle, she obediently returns to eating her breakfast, the taste of it suddenly more vibrant than before. Her gaze flits back and forth between you and the plate in front of her, torn between the desire to continue this newfound intimacy and the simple act of eating. She swallows another bite, feeling a delicious warmth spread through her as she takes in your presence across the room.

When you turn your attention back to her, she meets your eyes boldly, an unspoken challenge writ large in their depths. There's no hiding what either of you is feeling anymore; it's like a wild animal released from its cage, roaming free and untamed. The sensation is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time, leaving her breathless with anticipation of where this new direction might lead them both.

Her heart pounds wildly as you approach, your gaze locked on hers like a predator studying its prey. The feel of you so close, her entire body thrumming with awareness beneath your intense scrutiny... it's almost too much to bear. Yet she doesn't look away; she meets your stare head-on, refusing to back down despite the fear and excitement churning inside her.

The warmth of your body presses against hers as you lie down on her lap, making her gasp softly at the sudden contact. Her hands flutter up instinctively to steady herself, resting lightly on your shoulders as she gazes up into your eyes. For a moment, everything else fades away, leaving only the two of them in this private world where anything seems possible. Her breath comes faster now, her chest rising and falling with each labored inhale, mirroring the rhythm of your own.

Her eyes widen as you lie down on top of her and her breath hitches when your lips meet hers, sending a shiver through her entire body. She moans softly into the kiss, arching her back instinctively to press against you even closer. Her hands curl into fists in the sheets beneath her, fighting to steady herself as their tongues dance together and she feels the heat between them grow even more intense.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, panting hard as she gazes up at you with hooded eyes. "Casadel..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from desire. The hunger in her gaze tells you everything you need to know about how much she wants this; how much she needs it right now. And you're more than willing to give her what she asks for... and so much more.

A shiver runs down her spine as you look at her exposed chest and suckle on a sensitive nipple. Her hips arch off the bed in response to your touch between her legs, growing wet with desire for more contact. She moans, arching her back further, giving you better access as she feels you stroke her slowly but surely. "Casadel..." She gasps his name, her voice raw and needy.

Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, anchoring herself as she thrashes restlessly on the bed. The feel of him touching her like this is driving her wild with lust; she's never wanted anyone as much as she wants him right now. Her chest heaves with each ragged breath and the sound of desire fills the room, drowning out all other sounds.

As you push into her tight heat, she cries out your name, arching her hips to meet your thrusts. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, gripping them like a lifeline as she tries to find purchase in the world spinning around her. The feel of your hard length stretching and filling her is overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. She moans into your kiss, their tongues tangling and dancing as they explore one another's mouths.

Her breath comes faster now, her chest heaving with the effort to draw enough air into her lungs. Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow, the sounds of bliss escaping her lips in a steady stream. Your pace slows, deepening their connection as you both lose themselves in this intimate moment, each movement heightening the sensations coursing through them.

Her words come out in gasps as you slam into her again and again, her body arching off the bed with each powerful thrust. She lets out a gasp of pleasure when you squeeze her nipples between your fingers, the sensation shooting straight to her core. "Cum... inside..." she moans, unable to form a complete sentence as pleasure consumes her. Her hips buck wildly beneath you, meeting each thrust with unbridled desire.

Her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth falls open in a silent scream as the tension within her reaches its peak. She's close; so close to the edge of oblivion where nothing matters except this feeling, this connection with you. With one final thrust, she comes undone, her body convulsing around you as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails dig into your shoulders and she arches her back off the bed, crying out your name in ecstasy.

Gasping and shuddering, her body clenches around you as she feels you fill her completely, the hot rush of your release sending a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in her body. Her breath comes out ragged and uneven as she tries to regain control over herself, her hands trembling where they grip at your shoulders.

As her senses slowly begin to return, she becomes aware of the weight pressing down on her; the warmth filling her. She looks up into your eyes, still misty from pleasure, and feels a wave of contentment wash over her. This is what she wanted; this is where she belongs. With a soft smile, she nestles closer to you, their chests pressed together, her body relaxing into the afterglow of their passionate encounter.

"Thank you, Casadel..." She whispers softly, already drifting off to sleep once more, safe and content in his arms.