#best friends

03-08-21 – Best Boy

Today marks one full year of sitting down and drawing something every day. I figured what would be better to draw than what I started this year long challenge in the first place. So here is a good an honest portrait of my best friend, Jesse.

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I wish I had left more time in the day to work on this. Now after a year of building this habit, I hope to work on more detailed art projects that involve a little effort every day.

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Thank you to everyone that has enjoyed and appreciated looking at the stuff I sketched over this last year ♥️

a pick me up

rkserim​:  

serim’s mad that even though soobin just compared himself to a flower, it brought a smile to his face. however, like true serim fashion, he quickly turned his face so his friend wouldn’t get the satisfaction of making him laugh. instead, he just whacks soobin’s shoulder once more. “ugh, you’re so dumb, i hate you!” despite the harsh words, it’s said without malicious intent. 

“okay, good! your treat then~ training so hardleaves me hungry like all the time. i’m a growing boy after all.” yet even as he says this, soobin’s arm is around his shoulders with a significant height difference. ignore him if serim denies that he’s stopped growing. let a boy dream. 

as they’re walking, soobin suddenly takes his arm away which leaves serim giving his friend a raised brow. “something important? yikes, you’re scaring me, soob. we’re usually never that serious with each other.” 

he waits with bated breath before he gets to exhale it in a huge sigh of relief when soobin tells him that he has a girlfriend now. wait, serim pauses, “so you mean you’re not in love with me after all these years?!” he’s feigning a shocked expression before grinning. he prods a finger against soobin’s forehead and laughs, scoffing in the process. “i’m kinda shocked you got a girlfriend before me… but i’m happy for you. seriously. and an older girl at that? look at you go, choi soobin!” 

soobin is by no means a sentimental boy. if anything, he thinks he’s kind of the opposite of that. he isn’t the type to remember key dates, or get emotional about things, but he isn’t going to deny the fact that serim is perhaps the closest friend he’s got. their personalities are hardly similar, but it’s probably one of the things that make them work so well. which is why he’d found it important that serim be the first to know about his change in relationship status. 

“i’m afraid to tell you i’m not,” he replies, laughing slightly. “maybe i was for like two minutes, but then you opened your mouth and i fell out of it quick,” he jokes. and this time, he’s the one to put an arm over serim’s shoulder. 

he smiles, and takes note of their significant height difference. “honestly, me too. i never thought i’d actually like someone before you did,” he says, though this really does come to him as a shock. “but thanks. i thought it was one-sided but… i guess it isn’t,” soobin’s never been too good at describing things, much less feelings,so he says what he can, how he can. “i really want you guys to meet. actually, i think you guys probably could meet, since she’s a trainee like you,” he nudges his friend.

and then he turns silent for a moment, engrossed in his own thoughts. “hey… should i…” it’s silly, and soobin knows he’s only probably saying this because he’s getting lonely without serim around. “should i try and become a trainee too?” he asks. “like… not because i’m lonely without you or anything dumb like that of course,” a lie. “but because i think i’ve got the face for it,” at that he turns to serim, attempting to smile, with his dimples showing by the side of his cheek.

“Do you want to touch it?”

My best friend stands in front of me, his hard cock arc-ing above the waistband of his boxers. He takes a step towards me, and it bobs up and down.

I suppose this should feel weird. We know each other so well that we’re practically brother and sister. And although I had always hoped that my first time would be with someone I loved and trusted, I never thought it would be with him. But here he is, with his dick standing up hard for me, and I want him too.

I’ve only ever seen hard dicks on the Internet. They look massive and exaggerated. I stare at my best friend’s cock, and it’s not as intimidating as what I’ve seen online. Still, I find myself wondering how it’s ever going to fit.

“Go ahead. Touch it.”

I reach tentatively towards him and let my fingers travel along his skin. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I am surprised at the silkiness of it.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft a little uncertainly. It feels warm and heavy in my hand. I slide my hand up and back down. My best friend shivers. I take a firmer grip and make the same motion again and he lets out an uneven throaty breath. I smile. I continue to stroke him. I like the feel of his cock in my hand.

“Your cock is nice,” I say shyly. “I like touching it.”

He smiles. He has had many lovers and his confidence is obvious.

I kneel in front of him and let my hand move down to his balls. I feel the weight of them. He lets out a moan and I jerk my hand away.

“No. That felt good,” my best friend whispers as he guides my hand back. I squeeze gently and he moans again.

His cock bobbles inches from my face. I take hold of it and stroke it a couple of times. I know guys like to have their dicks sucked and I wonder what his tastes like. I lean forward and cautiously lick the tip with my tongue. My best friend inhales sharply. I look up at him and he nods at me to continue. I flick my tongue out again and take a longer taste. He tastes salty.

Gathering confidence, I take the head into my mouth. I don’t know what to do, so at first I suck it tentatively, like a Tootsie Pop. Then I try sucking on his cock like a Popsicle, moving my mouth up and down. Finally, I try swirling my tongue around the top and down the shaft.

“Oh god,” my best friend shudders and makes a choking sound. “You’re going to make me come.”

Abruptly, he pulls me up and leads me by the hand towards the couch. He undoes the button at the waistband of my shorts, tugs them down over my hips, and tosses them to the floor.

I tremble as his hands slide under my t-shirt. His hands caress my skin, gliding over my ribs. He pulls the garment up and over my head. And all at once, I am overcome with shyness.

My best friend has never seen me without clothes. Suddenly I am worried that he won’t like what he sees. My body is more boy than girl. Years of track and field in high school and college have left me with a figure that is lean, toned, and athletic. But while my tummy is enviably flat, I have no real curves to speak of. I am a late bloomer and I feel like an ugly duckling.

I move to cover up, but my best friend takes my hand and makes me turn slowly in a circle in front of him. I can feel him appraising me as he looks at me from all angles. When I come back around to face him, he licks his lips.

“I like your lacy panties,” he says. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

I bite my lip and giggle nervously.

He draws me down onto the couch and lies beside me. I can feel the rigid heat of his hard cock pressing insistently against my thigh. He strokes my bare legs.

“You should never feel shy about your body,” he whispers. His voice is husky. “You look amazing.”

He strokes my belly and lets his hands drift lower. I trace the muscles on his back as he slides his hands under the elastic of my panties. I feel his fingers graze the growing wetness between my legs. He dips a finger into the moisture and lightly rubs the hard nub of my clit. The feeling is so intense, I try to push him away and pull him closer all at the same time.

He pushes my panties down now, and I gladly kick free of them. He spreads my legs wide and reaches between them once more. His fingers find my clit again and he teases and strokes it skillfully. I writhe beneath him. Slowly he presses a finger into my slick aching pussy. My body arcs towards him. When he carefully eases a second finger inside, I whimper and clutch at his shoulders. My best friend laughs softly and murmurs soothingly as he slides his fingers in and out.

“Please…” I whisper, not really knowing what I need.

My best friend sits up and pulls me onto his lap. I am straddling him and he positions his cock at my slippery opening. He maneuvers me onto him, letting me guide the speed of his entry. I feel my body contract around his hard cock. It feels enormous.

“My god. You’re so tight,” my best friend whispers hoarsely.

“No,” I gasp. “You’re too big.”

He eases me up almost off his cock and gently lowers me for a second time. He penetrates deeper. I let out a soft cry. My body stretches somewhat uncomfortably to accommodate him. My pussy relaxes and clenches around his cock. I am sure that he won’t fit. He guides me up and down again and enters me more deeply still. Once more, and I let out a groan that is half a sob as I feel him fill me completely.

I sit motionless for a moment, feeling my best friend’s cock snug inside me. The muscles of my pussy constrict and flutter around him. His hands firmly grip my waist. He begins to guide me with his hands and I begin to rock and move in his lap. I slide up and down on my best friends cock, feeling him fill me again and again. I find a rhythm and rock back and forth while his hands rove all over my body. He cups my small firm breasts and strokes my back. And he hugs me to him as I grind against him.

I wriggle faster and faster in his lap until he gasps that he won’t be able to hold on any more. My breath is coming in tiny gulps and I stammer that I won’t be able to either.

With that, my best friend pushes me onto my back and kneels between my legs. He grips my hips and plunges into me again and again. It feels as though the room is whirling. He drives himself deep into me and when we come, it feels like a wave is breaking over me. My body arches as I gasp and shudder. I wrap my legs around my best friend’s waist and pull him deeper inside me. My pussy contracts and pulses around his cock as I buck against him. He jerks and goes rigid and I feel him explode inside me, thrusting deep.

My best friend collapses onto me and we lie there catching our breaths. When he rolls off me, I feel his cum spill out of me. He strokes my hair and asks if I’m okay. I smile and nod.

I tell him that I hope things won’t get weird between us and he laughs and assures me that it doesn’t have to. Then he tells me I have a lot of potential, and I let out a naughty giggle.

I fall asleep happy, knowing that we will be able to share more times like this and I realize that I might never be able to get enough of my best friend’s cock.

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To My Bestie @fortunatelyclevercandy,

I hope this finds you (because I will post most of it on Instagram later and if you miss it there, I will post it on Twitter and Tumblr and WordPress).

I did something I never thought I would do–again. Nothing serious; I do it all the time. You will call me a drama king because apparently I am. Just so you know, it is your fault I am a drama king.

Do you want to why it is your fault? Because you just had to go off and be the best friend I ever had. What is is wrong with you? You just had to be the perfect mess to my imperfect mess. You had to be the calm to my storm. You just had to know me better than I know myself.

Because of you, I like peas again. I have not liked peas since I was a baby and I ate 5 jars of them. Because of you, I am now addicted to Peppa Pig. I have no idea how many episodes I have recorded since our infamous mug incident.

You just had to point out my obvious talents I never knew I had and turn them into my life’s dreams. You had to be just one degree less crazier than me–which is saying a lot considering 99% of our conversations would make people wonder why neither one of us is sitting in Bedlam babbling about how we killed Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

You just had to introduce me to our alter egos and now I cannot go to sleep without thinking about weird British cats and what the hell is going on in the Canadian Tundra while reading quotes by C.S. Lewis and dreaming about destroying Hufflepuff in Quidditch because I am a Gryffindor.

You drive me crazy. You drive me nuts. As if I was not crazy enough as it was you had to come along. And you know what? I have never been happier in my life. I will probably remain this happy for the rest of our lives and if there is another life, I am quite sure we will be there and will terrify a whole new world of people–In French, Italian, Spanish, German, Latin and Portuguese.

I could care LESS if you think I am a drama king or that I am overly sentimental or talk about you too much. Shut up and DEAL with it. I am going to do it anyway and you cannot stop me–until we are in the same room and you proceed to hit me over the head with a box of cookies. I am kidding. You would never hit me with a box full of cookies. You have hardly met a cookie you did not like.

In conclusion, I figured out the secret to finding the perfect guy for me: Tell them what it is really like to love someone like me; how to put up with someone like me. It will terrify the weak ones and intrigue the strong ones. Because no one has ever (and probably never) loved me or put up with me as well as you, they have one very large mountain to climb and some seriously big shoes to fill.

You have got to be the single most incredibly awesomely beautiful person who swears like a sailor in two languages I have ever met in my entire life who knows if WikiHow properly explains cooking pasta using clipart.

We met the very same year these characters met and we are still together like these two characters. In 100 years–even 1000 years–people will look back at us and probably ask, “What the F*k was that? Are you f*king kidding me? You mean these people were real?”

Good. Because sometimes even I wonder if I am living in a dream and I will wake up and all this wonderful will disappear. This is my Happy New Year ‘thing’ for you. So Happy New Year, my dearest, most beloved friend in all the universe. You are the only pain in the ass I do not mind having. You are the thorn in my side that reminds me I can do better (and corrects also my English in a Northern Italian accent with a French Twist).

I love you is not good enough for you, but it will have to do. Thank you for everything.

Love,

The Drama King.

An American Werewolf in London (1981)

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