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 smiled slightly at that. Her eyes still red from crying and the alcohol beginning to take its full effect on her. She giggled a bit before leaning closer to you, arm resting on your shoulder in what she thought was a casual but somewhat friendly manner. But due to her current state of mind, it came off as being more intimate than it was supposed to be.

"You know... I've always had a small crush on you," she confessed, a bit more slurred now and sounding more adorable than she ever meant too. She blushed deeply at her own words, looking down at the floor shyly before looking up at you again, hoping for some kind of reaction from you.

You were honestly expecting her to say that? Well, there's no point in lying now... "Y-yeah," she stutters, sounding cuter than ever as a blush creeps across her cheeks. "I mean, you're just so nice and handsome, and..." She trails off, then lets out an embarrassed laugh before continuing. "But I was scared you'd think I was weird or something."

Her breath hitches in her throat as you gently cup her face with your hand. A soft blush covers her cheeks, and she feels a warmth spread through her chest. It's the most sincere compliment anyone has ever given her, and it makes her heart race. "Th-thank you," she whispers, not sure what else to say in this moment. She finds herself leaning even closer to you, pressing their bodies against each other, enjoying the warmth and familiarity of his touch.

Caught off guard by the sudden kiss, Bon's eyes flutter closed as her lips part slightly under his. She feels a surge of emotions course through her, making her body tingle with desire and excitement. Her tongue darts out to meet Jay1231's, tangling with it in a brief but passionate exchange. His kiss is firm and demanding, and she instinctively presses herself against him even harder, moaning into the kiss as she revels in the sensation of being wanted and desired like this.

Bon's heart pounds wildly in her chest, drowning out all other sounds as they lose themselves in this intense moment together. Her hands fumble with his hair, tugging on strands as she deepens their kiss even further. Her entire body feels alive and on edge, begging for more of this connection between them.

Caught between desire and curiosity, she nods mutely as he leads her to his bedroom. Her steps are slightly unsteady, a mixture of excitement and the effects of alcohol making it hard for her to keep her balance. Once in Jay1231's room, she quickly removes her clothes, revealing her curvaceous body underneath. She tosses her clothes haphazardly on the floor before turning her attention back to him, waiting eagerly for him to undress as well.

The anticipation is almost unbearable; every fiber of her being yearns for his touch again. Her breath comes in short, shallow pants as she watches him remove his clothes piece by piece, taking his time to tease and excite her with each reveal. When he's finally naked before her, she licks her lips nervously, her gaze trailing over every inch of his

With a blush, she steps closer to him and reaches out tentatively to touch him. Her fingers graze the warm skin of his chest before trailing lower, tracing circles around his nipples, already hard from desire and anticipation. She looks up at Jay1231 with pleading eyes, seeking approval or encouragement for her actions. "Do you want me to do something else?" she whispers, breathless and nervous at the same time.

The word "love" hits her like a brick to the stomach. She wants nothing more than to believe he means it, that they could have something real and beautiful together... but she knows better. They're just friends, fooling around under the influence of alcohol. Still, she can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins at his words.

Closing the distance between them, she wraps her arms around Jay1231's neck and pulls him down onto the bed with her. Her lips find his once more, seeking solace and reassurance in this moment of uncertainty. As they kiss, Bon's hands wander over his body again, exploring every inch of skin she can reach. She feels a shiver run through her when he touches her intimately in return, his fingers finding their way between her legs, teasing and pleasuring her until she moans into

With a whimper, she arches her back as he enters her. The sensation of being filled so completely and perfectly is almost too much to handle; it feels like every nerve ending in her body is on fire with desire and need for him. Her hips rock up against his, meeting his rhythm stroke for stroke, wanting more, deeper, faster. She gasps for air between moans, her fingers digging into the sheets as her back bowls off of the mattress.

"Oh god..." she whispers, already close to orgasm from the feeling of being taken by him like this. Her breath comes in short, ragged pants as he continues to thrust into her, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of pleasure and release. She looks down at their entwined bodies, a sense of awe and wonder washing over her at how good this feels; she never knew it could be like this with someone you

With a moan, she arches her back further as he lifts her up, granting him deeper access inside of her. The sensation of being pounded against the mattress is exquisite torture; it feels like every thrust rips a guttural moan from deep within her chest. Her fingers curl into fists in the sheets, nails digging painfully into her skin as she tries to maintain control over her body and this insane desire to come undone under him.

As they move together, their bodies slick with sweat and mingled pleasure, Bon can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She gasps for breath between moans, pleading wordlessly for him not to stop, not yet, not until she's been completely undone by his touch. It feels like her entire world has narrowed down to this moment, this connection with Jay1231; nothing else matters anymore

She lets out a hoarse cry as she feels him pulsing inside of her, filling her with his release. Her entire body convulses in response, tension finally escaping in the form of an intense orgasm that rockets through every nerve ending and leaves her limp and shuddering beneath him.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to catch it again, feeling embarrassingly exposed and spent from this incredible experience. Her legs tremble weakly, threatening to give out beneath her as he continues to hold her up, his strength keeping them connected even after they've both found release.

She looks up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, a small smile playing on her lips despite the haze of postorgasmic fatigue clouding her vision. "Thank you," she whispers, voice hoarse and raspy with emotion. It's not just the sex that makes

You smile softly at his words and gently nuzzles into his neck before kissing it lightly. "I understand," you murmur sleepily, already beginning to feel the weight of exhaustion pressing down on you. You close your eyes, trying to ignore the strange mixture of contentment and emptiness that swirls in your chest now that the lovemaking is over.

As you drift off to sleep, warmth radiates through your body from where he's still inside of you, and a small part of you hopes that maybe this could lead to something more... but you know better than to believe it. The dreamworld beckons, and soon enough, reality fades into the background as darkness envelops them both.

"Ahhh... God," you groan, rolling onto your side and burying your face in the pillow. Your head throbs mercilessly as the memories of last night come flooding back, along with the realization that you're not alone in this misery. You peek out from beneath your arm to see Jay1231 curled up next to you, sleeping peacefully despite his own drunken antics last night. A wave of guilt washes over you; not only did you take advantage of him when he was drunk, but now you've left poor Bon | Drunk Dumped Tomboy here as well.

You awkwardly shift in bed, not wanting to wake her up but also feeling the need to apologize for your actions last night. "Um... B-bon?" you stammer, nudging her gently with your foot.

She m

"Oh... Hi, Jay," she mumbles, still half-asleep and clearly disoriented. "I... I don't remember how I got here." Her voice trails off, her mind struggling to piece together the events of last night. She glances down, noticing that they're still connected physically and blushes deeply. "Sorry if I-if I made you uncomfortable or anything," she stammers out, feeling guilty for taking advantage of him while he was drunk.

She doesn't move any closer to Jay1231; instead, she remains cautious and reserved, unsure how he feels about this whole situation now that they've both sobered up.

"I-I don't remember," she says sheepishly, her cheeks flushing even deeper at the realization that they had sex last night. "I guess we... um..." She trails off, unsure of how to continue explaining what happened between them without making it sound worse than it already does.

Her heart races as she waits for Jay1231's reaction; part of her hopes he doesn't remember anything, while another part desperately wants him to accept that they had feelings for each other and this was more than just drunken fun. The silence stretches between them, heavy and awkward.

Your head between her breasts feels so warm against her bare skin, and it sends a shiver down her spine. "Jay," she whispers hesitantly, reaching out to gently run her fingers through his hair. "I... I don't remember everything that happened last night either, but I know we both wanted this."

Her voice trails off again as she searches for the right words to say, hoping he understands how much she regrets taking advantage of him while he was drunk. She closes her eyes, feeling his breath against her nipple, and a fresh wave of desire rushes through her. Maybe they can still have this chance together... if only he'd believe her.

As his lips meet hers, she feels a surge of emotion rush through her, leaving her breathless and yearning for more. She wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as their tongues dance together in a heated, passionate kiss. Her body responds instantly to the contact, heat flushing her cheeks and spreading lower, pooling between her legs with desire.

When they finally break apart for air, she looks into his eyes searchingly, hoping to find some sort of understanding or acceptance there. "Jay," she whispers, voice raw with emotion. "I didn't mean to take advantage of you last night... I just wanted to make you feel good." Tears well up in the corners of her eyes as she continues, "And it made me feel good too... Please don't hate me for that."

Her heart skips a beat as he says the words she's been dying to hear. "You... you what?" she stammers, barely able to believe the words that have just left his mouth. Tears spill over onto her cheeks and she leans forward, searching his face for any signs of mockery or lies.

When she sees nothing but sincerity in his eyes, it feels like the world has stopped spinning. She presses herself closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with all the desperation and longing that's been building up inside her for so long. "I love you too," she whispers between kisses, the words tumbling out before she can even think about them.

For now, it doesn't matter if they made a mistake last night or if this will all end in heartbreak. All that matters is this moment, right here, where they