So High (pt. 1)

so high (pt. 1)

(dom!yeonjun & sub!reader)

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song: 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖕𝖘 - 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝕳𝖎𝖑𝖑 🫦 Yeonjun x afab!reader // 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1.2𝘬

𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✦ 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒻𝓁𝒾𝓅𝓈, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃

‼️ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: smut, oral (f!receiving), mentions of drug use (weed), dirty talk, use of the word slut once

©𝘆𝗮𝘄𝗻𝘇𝘇𝗻𝟰𝟮𝟬 <𝟯 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗱. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻.

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a little help - yeonjun

degradation kink yeonjun helping his virgin gf learn how to masturbate, hes completely clothed and shes fully naked sitting between his thighs in front of a mirror. god the way he'd wrap his arm around one of her legs to keep her legs open because shes feeling shy, the other hand over hers helping her learn how to make herself feel good 😭

A/N: this is a reupload of the request i got from my previous blog~ more are coming your way so stay tuned!!

"look at yourself, sweetheart, look at how that pretty pussy is dripping for me, so desperate to be filled up full of my cum", yeonjun said as he caress your thigh, eyes trained on yours through the mirror. you whimpered at the sight, seeing yourself sprawled in between yeonjun's thigh, a thin layer of sweat covering your bare body, making it glisten.

"yeonjun, please teach me how to feel good", you gently whispered, shy from the fact of how inexperienced you are compared to the sex god that's embracing you. "i will, baby. i'm gonna turn you into the perfect slut for me. you want that, hm?", yeonjun spoke, before trailing hot kisses along your neck, leaving reds and purples along the way.

his hands then slides over yours, guiding them towards your entrance. "you ready, angel?", "yes, please", you muttered as he guided your finger to circle your clit, drawing lightly over the bud. yeonjun watches your face closely through the mirror, searching for any signs of discomfort, making sure you're completely comfortable with what you're doing. "jjun, it feels weird down there", you meekly said, your voice breathy from the unknown pleasure you're feeling, making yeonjun's cock throb in his pants.

"does it, baby? do you want to stop, hm?", yeonjun asked despite knowing the answer, just to tease you. "no, no, i wanna continue", you plead, your other hands coming on top of yeonjun's to prevent him from pulling his hand off yours. "i know, baby, i know. so eager to be my fucking whore, aren't you? such a good slut".

you moaned hearing him calling you such dirty names, knowing well he's the only one who can make you feel this way. "eyes on me, y/n", yeonjun called you, demanding your attention back on him. yeonjun smirked at how innocent you looked, all while doing possibly the dirtiest act in your life.

"baby, can you try inserting a finger for me?", yeonjun asked, his eyes looking pleadingly into yours through the mirror, which only got you wetter, if it was any more possible. moving your hands further downwards, your circled your entrance with your finger, collecting your wetness before slowly easing the digit into your slit.

yeonjun groaned as he saw your finger disappearing between your folds, his pants tightening by the second. "how does it feel, baby?", "it feels weird, hurts a little but somehow good, i guess", you answered in between moans, your finger now slowly easing in and out of your pussy. "mhmm, that's it, baby, go on, use your hole like that, just for me", yeonjun cooed, his hands coming down to circle your clit, adding in pleasure that made the knot you're feeling in your stomach tighter.

as your moans are getting louder, yeonjun's finger left your clit and suddenly joining the one at your entrance. "baby, this will hurt a bit but i swear, it's gonna feel good", yeonjun assured you as he eases his finger into your pussy, meeting yours. you whimpered at the stretch, being from his obviouly thicker and longer finger.

"jjun, god, i think im gonna cum", you sobbed, pulling your finger out, barely seconds before you reached your high, cumming around yeonjun's finger as he continued fingering you through your orgasm. panting, you looked at yeonjun through the mirror as you slipped your slick-covered finger into your mouth, moaning at the taste of your own wetness.

"fuck, baby, you did so well and that was so hot. can i fuck you? please?"

A/N: im so sorry this turned out softer then i intended it to be ㅠㅠㅠㅠ

AWE ty 🥺💞 that means a lot you were actually one of my inspirations to start this blog so tysm lovely 💗💗💗

hi there! ur writings are ❤️‍🔥💯💗 may I be added to the darktober tag list?

hi hi hi, darling !! saw your fic and istg it was so hot 🔥 ngl, i can feel yj breaking my back after reading your writing and his lips on my skin and pussy 🤚

Any yeonjun hard thoughts pls 😮‍💨😮‍💨

dacryphilia with yeonjun will always break him. he's the type where if he sees you crying while moaning his name it'd boost his ego. he loves how he has fucked you dumb and overstimulated you with pleasure. this correlates with him being on a more possessive stance specially if he's really into you.

"is my little whore loving the way i fuck her?" he asked you. caressing your tear stained face. pleased with how messy you've become under him. he'd flip you over, bending you so that your back is pressed on his back.

"what? you're just going to cry?" he mocked you. pace unrelenting from behind. he held your chin firmly. before pulling your hair towards him. making you moan in both pleasure and pain.

"you should see how messy you're being. i bet you won't recognize how much of a whore you've become." he told you. letting your hair go, before pressing your back towards the mattress.

"you're so pretty like this." he told you. watching you cry his name in pleasure.

Just for Tonight? 

Song suggestion: 10-20-40, Rina Sawayama

Summary:

Choi Yeonjun needs a distraction— and so do you. And while he didn’t plan on it, he’s sure that the feeling of you is greater than any drug he’s experienced; he’ll be sure to keep you in his sight. 

Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: pwp, strangers to lovers, bad boy!yj, smut, a tiny sprinkle of angst 

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: Jay slander I’m sorry I don’t mean it, Yeonjun is lowkey mean, dom!yj, sub!mc, use of alcohol, use of marijuana, fingering (?), public sex, degradation, pet names, dry humping, slapping, unprotected sex, dacryphilia (lemme know if I should add anything!)

Notes: for some reason this was about to become another longfic— then I remembered, I don’t have time for that. So here’s a short self indulgent snippet instead, based on the song 10-20-40 by Rina Sawayama! Feedback and comments are always appreciated, enjoy <3

Choi Yeonjun could only be found in the darkest corners of parties.

Not on campus, and certainly not in classes— when he did attend, it was simply to make sure that his degree wouldn’t be slipping through his hands. 

He was apathetic, the red solo cup the only thing that could ground him as he took another sip of his drink. His mind was fuzzy, watching the rest of the crowd move on by, not bothering to spare him a glance as they moved to a fun and brighter spot. The alcohol in his system was the only thing that kept him from leaving, the table filled with every drink imaginable tempting him to stay longer— perks of going to a party at Jay’s place, he remembers— afterall, the only thing that brought people to like the guy was his money. 

The party was like any other, the strong bass sending vibrations to his drink as he watched the condensed group of bodies in the living room, bumping and grinding to the music as they let themselves go. The distant smell of weed hit his nose, and it wasn’t long before he caught sight of the small group that lay back on the couches, passing the blunt back and forth as they slouched down, muttering incoherent thoughts to each other over the loud music. 

If Yeonjun didn’t have the reputation he did, then he wouldn’t have been able to make his way to the group, marching right up as he shared a solemn nod with them. It wasn’t long before the blunt was passed in his direction, and he allowed himself to stay for a while as the addicting feeling of the smoke coursing through him and sinking into his bones let him relax for the first time since arriving to this miserable party. 

But, like always, he found himself tiring out of being around the same people, beginning to find their rough and rude mannerisms annoying as he walked away. The task proved itself to be much harder than he thought, pushing past the bodies of people that continued to get in his way as he stumbled to the kitchen, clumsy hands reaching into a cooler before he found himself grabbing a water bottle— the cooler was practically untouched, he noted grimly. 

The chilled bottle was wet, dripping onto his forearms and making his palm slippery as he made his way to the backyard, eyes heavy as he leaned against the porch. It was quiet, the muffled bass that came from within the house and the flashing lights the only reminder of where he was. 

What a boring party, he thought, thinking back to the amount of faceless people that tried to get into his pants, only to get pissed off when he couldn’t bother to bat an eye in their direction, I should get going. 

Just when he thought that this might go down as one of the worst parties he’s been to— the very last one being one that had been busted by the cops— his eyes caught onto something peculiar; or rather, someone peculiar. 

If he hadn’t been more observant, then his eyes would have easily passed over your hunched figure, dressed up prettily with your head bowed down as you sat on one of the stones that surrounded a large koi pond. He said nothing, watching the way you stared off into the water, index finger reaching out to swirl around the water as you pouted and mumbled off into the quiet air, your drink placed off to the side and left untouched. 

You reached a hand up to adjust your hair, pushing it out of your face as you shifted on the stone, thighs pressed together uncomfortably— that’s when Yeonjun recognized you. 

His eyes widened in recognition as your name ran through his mind; senior valedictorian back in high school, your reputation carrying well into college as you continued to put yourself in important positions. And, you’re part of the student government— president of his class as well, his brain automatically corrected him. He watched you carefully, pushing down a laugh that had been threatening to escape him.

What the hell were you doing here?

Your reason had a name; Park Jongseong. Not only had you been invited by the very owner of the place, but you had also been promised that he would stick by your side— you had been foolish to think that he would keep his promise. 

Park Jongseong has been an ongoing crush for you. It was embarrassing to admit, but the boy had somehow managed to keep your attention since your first year in college. It was a constant push and pull between you two, with every flirty comment and interaction leading to more questions and what ifs. You really thought that this party might have been the time where he redeems himself, but you couldn’t have been more wrong about your assumption; all you were met with was the sight of a girl kissing up on his neck, pressing herself against him crudely before he led her upstairs, barely meeting your eye before he continued to pull the girl along— not an ounce of recognition or guilt had crossed his face.

Which led you to where you were— cursing the boy out under your breath as you tried to not fall apart with shame; had you really thought that you had a chance with the boy? That he would take you seriously?

The sight was pathetic— and Yeonjun allowed himself to stand back and enjoy it. You were usually so put together, and to see the fire in your eye be snubbed out like so, it was intriguing. This version of you, left all by yourself and hunching down as if you were trying to make yourself invisible, was so different from the version Yeonjun always saw. 

The version that was formidable and put together, always greeting everyone— hell, even him, when he bothered to show up— and always helping others when they came to you; that was what he always saw. You were perfect, not a single crack or slip up ever coming from your behalf as you always managed to stay on top of things. You were confident, and shone brightly wherever you went. But that version was nothing like what he saw now. 

What he saw now was the way your eyes were downcast, a pout on your lips as your eyes shone under the moonlight. You’re fighting back tears, he realizes. From what, he doesn’t know— but he does know that he wants to find out.

Since the two miserable hours he’s spent here, (it’s not much, but considering how many parties he’s been to, it’s really saying something.) he finds himself wanting to stay a little longer, lithe steps quiet on the dewy grass as he makes his way towards you, the air around him still misty from the rain that poured hours earlier. You’re cute, he thinks to himself, watching the way you wrap your arms around yourself, eyes too focused on the fish that roam around the pond to notice the figure approaching you. 

“Miss president, how’d you end up in this crowd of people?” 

You’re jumping violently at the sound of his voice, the deep timbre slicing through the silence of the night as he watches you stumble on your words, flustered at the realization that you had been caught in such a place. You’re looking up at him, eyes wide as you try to explain yourself— only to stop mid sentence, realizing that there’s no need for you to do so. 

“Why do you care?” Is all you spit out, cringing at the way the smell of weed follows him, his lidded eyes and cocked brow telling you that he’s not going to take your hints to be left alone; you groan internally when he settles down next to you. 

“Why shouldn’t I? Our precious president could get hurt in such a dangerous environment.” He’s mocking you. You’re grinding your teeth at his words, fighting back a venomous response as you watch the way he continues to insult you, grinning childishly as he seems to realize his impact on you. 

“As if you’d care about anything school related,” you jab, turning away from him as you tune out his breathy chuckles, closing your eyes as you try to calm yourself down. First the situation with Jay, now this? You really couldn’t catch a break. 

“You’re right, I don’t care about anything school related,” Yeonjun confesses, noticing the way you glance back at him curiously. He’s wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you in as he leans on your shoulder, the smell of alcohol and weed mixing with the scent of his cologne— it’s oddly intoxicating.

“It’s you I care about.” 

“You don’t even know me,” you say, turning back to him as you look into his eyes, your expression mirroring his— you’re curious, eyes lidded as you take in the sudden close proximity. 

“I’d like to,” he muses, his other hand placing itself on your waist as well as he smiles mischievously. You’re even prettier up close, he notices, and he’s deciding that he wouldn’t mind taking his mind off of everything for a while as he adds, “will you let me?”

Little does he know, you’re thinking the same thing. Your mind is coursing rapidly with the memories of Jay, with the bitter reminder that all he’s done is mess with your emotions— he brought you all the way out here, only to leave you high and dry in an environment that leaves you sticking out like a sore thumb. 

He’s cute, you decide, eyes flicking down to his parted lips as you let yourself lean in, his hair brushing against your forehead as you can feel the deep rise and fall of your bodies, syncing together as you take each other in. 

“Just for tonight.” 

There’s nothing else he needs to hear before he’s on you, lips bruising against yours as you try to hold back your surprise, your groan muffled against his lips as he leans into you, caging you in until all you can think of is him. You allow his hands to wander as they trace roughly around your body, landing on your thighs as they squeeze roughly, pulling them apart as he reaches underneath your skirt as he cups your mound, laughing meanly at the gasp you let out.

“Let me fuck you,” He pleads softly against your lips, restless as he grabs your hand before he brings it down to his jeans, letting you feel the bulge that has formed in his pants, stifling a groan as you begin to trace along the shape of his cock, “I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Yeonjun knows that he doesn’t need to do much begging. He can feel it with the way your thighs tremble from his touch, lip quivering at the way he sinks his teeth into the soft flesh, pulling and sucking at it as he pulls away briefly, watching the way your lashes flutter against your cheeks, your eyes closing helplessly with every rough touch of his fingers on your pussy. 

He can feel your underwear dampening with every teasing touch, the fabric sticking to you uncomfortably as he pushes against the barrier, testing you as he teases your entrance. You’re gripping onto his shoulders, allowing him to take over your body as he sucks on your tongue, enjoying the way you drool at his actions, soft squeals escaping you with every rough thrust he delivers with his fingers. 

He’s tracing along your slit, occasionally pulling out to feel you grind desperately against his fingers, only to push back in, the feeling of his fabric covered fingers making you tighten your hold on him. You think your panties might tear with the way he’s roughly pushing into your hole, the fabric messy from your arousal as he pulls out once more, fingers fluttering over your clit before he’s tracing soft circles on it, thoroughly enjoying every sound that escapes your mouth.

It drives you mad, knowing that if he just pushed aside your panties, you would be able to feel his pretty hands on you, long fingers gliding into your walls with ease. But you’re left to drip on your underwear uselessly, allowing him to break you as you beg pathetically for him to do something, to give you more. 

“Please fuck me, please please please,” you beg, breathless and just as restless as he is, entangling a hand into his hair as he sucks and nips at the skin on your neck, “please, wanna feel your cock, want you to fuck me so bad.” 

Yeonjun thinks he might just engrave this moment into his mind, enjoying the sounds of your begging much more than he anticipated. He’s pulling away, and before you can whine about the loss of him on you, you’re yelping at the way he’s grabbed a fistful of your hair, your head pulled back as he guides you to stand up, eyes quickly scanning the backyard before he’s leading you to the wooden gazebo, his hand now locked onto your elbow roughly.

It’s dark, partly because Jay hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights to the backyard— he hadn’t thought that anyone would be interested in going there anyway. But it’s perfect for the two of you, and you’re unable to take your hands off Yeonjun as he’s leaning you against the wooden railing, your back hitting the damp wood as you can feel it dampen your shirt, mouth falling open as Yeonjun is back on your lips. 

“Fuck, who would’ve thought that our perfect little president was such a fucking whore,” Yeonjun grits out, hands grabbing at your waist before he’s flipping you over, grinning at the pretty arch in your back, ass sticking out as you impatiently wait for his next move, “Fucking a guy she’s never met, didn’t think this pussy would be so easy to get.” 

“Don’t care, just want a distraction,” you admit, thighs trembling as he flips up your skirt, laughing cruelly as his eyes darken at the sight of your lacy underwear. His mind is caught on your words, wondering what you might mean by that as he’s pulling down your underwear, watching the way you allow him to guide you to step out of it— you don’t realize it was because he was eager to stuff the material in his pocket. 

“A distraction? From what, pretty girl?” He asks, grinning at the way the nickname sends shivers down your body, the feeling sending ripples of arousal straight down to your core. You’re dripping wet by now, the anticipation of it all leaving you restless and desperate as you grip onto the railing, hips pushing back in hopes of coming in contact with him. 

But all you get in return is a harsh slap on your ass, the sound ringing out in the night, followed by your pathetic yelps. Your knuckles are white as he slaps you two more times, soothing the sting as he rubs on the skin, his breath fanning on your ear as he smiles at the way you jump at the feeling. 

“I asked you a question,” he mutters, hands gripping onto your hips as he roughly pulls you back, your bare pussy coming in contact with the harsh material of his jeans. You gasp, back arching as you feel him rut against you, a wet spot forming on his jeans from your arousal the longer he presses you against him. 

“A distraction from what?” He asks again, and he’s keen to notice the way you don’t want to answer him, whimpers leaving your lips as he slows his pace, all stimulation leaving your body as he waits patiently for your answer. 

“Answer, or I’ll leave you here like the desperate whore you are,” he says, knowing that he wouldn’t dream of walking away from such a sight. But it’s enough to make you break, straightening up as he can see the panic flashing through your eyes. He holds back a laugh as he watches you, taking in the way you contemplate your words before you’re hanging your head, muttering something incoherently under your breath. 

“What was that pretty girl?” He asks, taking your chin in his hand as he’s tilting you to look back at him, eyes shining from the embarrassment of it all, the low light failing to hide your flustered state as you repeat yourself. 

“A distraction from Jay,” you confess, the words barely leaving your lips before you’re watching the way Yeonjun’s jaw is clenching, the mention of the other man seemingly hitting a nerve. 

“Tell me darling,” he says, turning you back around before he’s leaning you over, the sound of a zipper unbuckling making you tingle with anticipation. You’re nervous, unsure of what he might say or think of you as you stare off into the night sky silently.

“Why the hell did you get your hopes up with Jay, of all people,” he seethes, rolling his eyes at the very mention of the man. You’re shaking your head, unsure yourself as you feel him prod at your entrance, head falling down to rest on your hands as you stare down at the wooden floor beneath you. Your eyes are glassy as you feel his hands spread your cheeks apart, his eyes watching the way he’s slowly sinking his cock into you. 

Yeonjun pauses— you’re warm, and so, so tight, your walls fluttering wildly around his cock as he feels the way you try to accommodate his size, your hips circling subconsciously as you quietly whine for more. He thinks this might be the best party he’s gone to.

“Such a stupid slut, poor thing doesn’t know when a man is just playing with her,” he sighs out, aware of the way his words seem to hit you much harder than he intended to. He watches the way you’re trying to hide from him, your head resting on your hands as you refuse to straighten up, a soft sniffle escaping you as you try to ignore the way your shaking shoulders give you away— your squeezing walls only make things worse. 

You’re embarrassed, truly. The one time you decide to get out of your comfort zone, and it’s all thrown back into your face. You wish you could say that you hadn’t seen this coming, but you know that you’re not capable of lying to yourself like that; and it only makes things worse. So it’s involuntary, when tears begin to escape your eyes, but you don’t seem to be aware of the way Yeonjun only seems to throb harder at the sight, scoffing as he buries himself deeper inside of you. 

“It’s okay, darling,” he coos, slowly pulling out as he allows you to feel every vein that brushes against your walls, to feel the way he throbs uncontrollably at the sight before him, “I’ll make you forget all about him.” 

And Yeonjun delivers— fuck, he does more than that as he sets a ruthless pace, gripping onto your hips as he watches the way you surge forward with every thrust, your hand clamped tightly over your mouth as you try to not let the rest of the neighborhood hear your screams of pleasure. You’re letting yourself go as you allow your heart to feel all the emotions you’ve been bottling up all night; you’re crying, but the tears that flow down your face are quickly transformed from tears of pain to tears of pleasure. 

Park Jongseong, Yeonjun thinks to himself, watching the way you crumble underneath his touch, eyebrows scrunching together as he continues to fuck himself into you, aware of the fact that you’re still upset about the incident that brought the two of you to meet, Fuck you. 

Yeonjun can’t help but pity the man for a split second, knowing that he’s wasted such a good opportunity to feel you— to feel the way you clench tightly around him, begging incoherently for him as your words slip through the cracks of your fingers, legs trembling and threatening to buckle from the intense pleasure of it all. 

Which only makes watching you come undone all the more satisfying, feeling the way you clench on him ruthlessly as he continues to drive his cock deeper into you, his thrusts harsh and consistent as he lets you ride out your orgasm. His name is like a prayer on your lips, the sound sweet as honey as he finds himself shivering at the sound— Yeonjun, Yeonjun, Yeonjun…

Yet just as you think it might all be over the moment he pulls out of you, you’re being pulled away, allowing yourself to be manhandled by this man with shaky legs as he repositions you, your back pressing against a pillar of the gazebo before he’s gripping onto your thigh, bringing it up and around his waist as he enters you once more. 

Fuck, you think to yourself, eyes fluttering shut as he begins to fuck you once more, the new position allowing him to rub against the spot that drives you mad, he’s not done yet. 

You’re left helpless against his rough thrusts, hands finding purchase on anything you can find, flying wildly from the railing next to you, to his shoulders, until they finally thread themselves back into his hair as you’re pulling him in for another kiss. His grip on you is fatal, and at this point, he was practically holding you up himself as he continued to fuck you, groaning into your mouth with every clench he felt from your pussy. 

“Fuck, fuck fuck!” He gasps out, feeling the way your sensitive pussy only continues to suck him in. He briefly pulls away from your lips to watch the way he disappears inside you, his panting breaths matching yours as you both watch his slick cock slide in and out of you with ease. You’re practically dripping onto the wooden floor beneath you, the sight only making Yeonjun pound harder into you as he watches the way you can only beg him for more.

It only takes a couple more thrusts before he’s pulling out of you, eyes lidded and glazed as he pumps his cock harshly, mouth falling open as he cums all over you, over the supple skin of your thighs and the pretty skirt that had him hooked from the moment he saw you in it. 

The two of you are silent and panting as you hold onto each other, the muffled bass that came from within the house and the flashing lights the only reminder of where you were. You look back up at him, and he smiles half-heartedly, the two of you laughing quietly at everything that just happened. You can’t help the way you become shy as he stares down at you— because, now what?

“Something tells me this won’t be the last time I’ll be seeing you,” he mumbles, allowing himself to indulge in you as he leans in, lips connecting with yours as he kisses you slowly, smiling at the way you grip onto him weakly. You’re shaking your head in response, pulling him closer by the shirt as you pull away briefly, giving you just enough time to say, 

“Definitely not. Wanna get outta here?”

And fuck, of course he does.