synopsis: lee sangwon is your best friend, nothing more & nothing less. for sure.
› pairings & contents: bestfriend!sangwon x fem!reader
✧ warning: smut, foreplay, themes of long-term romantic pining, explicit dirty talk, praise, and some profanity. this is a work of fiction.
the thing about lee sangwon is that he’s always just… there. since the first day of university orientation when you both got hopelessly lost looking for the same lecture hall. he’s been your constant.
he's the one who brings you coffee when you’re pulling an all-nighter at the library, the one who laughs at your dumbest jokes, the one whose shoulder you cry on after bad dates. he’s your best friend. your safe place.
and it’s slowly, quietly, been killing you.
fuck, were you in love with your best friend?
it’s a friday night. you’re at his apartment, a cramped but cozy studio that always smells like his laundry detergent and the minty gum he chews. a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. some random episode of "running man" is playing on his tv, but neither of you are really watching.
you’re on the floor, leaning against the couch, and he’s sprawled next to you, his long legs tangled with yours slightly. he’s telling a story about his part-time job at this one cafe down the block, hands moving animatedly, and you’re just… staring.
at the way his lips move.
at the strip of skin showing where his t-shirt has ridden up.
"hey,* he says, his voice cutting through your haze. "are you even listening? you're so quiet, dude."
"fine,"you say, too quickly. you take a sip of your beer. it’s warm. he nudges your foot with his. "liar. talk to me."
the words are out before you can cage them. "i think i’m in love with you, is that weird?"
the room goes silent. the only sound is the faint laughs from the tv. his smile freezes, then melts away. his eyes, usually so bright and playful, turn serious, searching your face. "suddenly?"
you want to die. you want to rewind the last ten seconds. "nothing, actually. forget i said anything. it’s the beer, i—"
"say it again." his voice is low. he’s sitting up now, turned fully toward you. you can’t look at him.
you stare at a spot on the carpet. "i’m in love with you, i think, sangwon. i have been for… i don’t even know how long. and i know it ruins everything. i’m sorry."
a beat of silence. then his fingers are under your chin, tilting your face up. his expression is unreadable. "you idiot," he whispers.
you're not sure how it happens, or if you made it up completely but you're sure you felt his lips on yours.
and then he’s kissing you.
you would've imagined kissing sangwon to be soft, very gentle but boy, were you wrong. lips, teeth, the desperate sound he makes in the back of his throat. his hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. you gasp into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping in, tasting of beer and salt and sangwon.
when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing hard. his forehead rests against yours. "you have no idea," he murmurs, his voice wrecked. "no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you say that."
"you… you too?"
he laughs, a shaky, relieved sound. "yeah. me too." he kisses you again, softer this time, a promise. then his gaze darkens. "tell me you want this,"
"i want you. i want this. more than anything."
that’s all it takes. he moves with a sudden, sweet urgency. he stands, pulling you up with him, and walks you backwards toward his bed, never breaking the kiss. the backs of your knees hit the mattress, and you tumble down, him following, his body covering yours. it’s familiar and brand new all at once— the weight of him, the scent of his skin, but now with a heat, an intent, that’s never been there before.
his hands are everywhere, mapping you through your clothes like he’s memorizing you. he pulls your shirt over your head, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in your bra. "so beautiful," he breathes, before dipping his head to kiss the swell of your breast, his tongue tracing the lace edge. you arch into him, fingers tangling in his soft hair.
you get his shirt off, and then you’re skin to skin, and it’s overwhelming. he’s all lean muscle and warm skin, and you can feel his heart hammering against your chest. "sangwon—,"you gasp as his mouth finds your nipple through the fabric, sucking hard.
"say my name again," he rasps, popping the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. "i love how you say my name."
you do, over and over, as his mouth and hands worship your breasts, pinching and licking and sucking until you’re writhing. his jeans are still on, the rough denim rubbing against your inner thighs, and you can feel the hard length of him straining against the zipper. you reach down, palming him through the fabric, and he groans, his hips bucking.
"fuck, please," he pants against your skin. you make quick work of his button and fly, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough to free him. he’s thick and heavy in your hand, velvety hot. you stroke him slowly, watching his face contort in pleasure.
*not fair," he grits out, and his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and panties, dragging them down your legs in one swift motion. then he’s there, kneeling between your thighs, just looking at you, his eyes blazing with awe and hunger. "mine," he says, simple and possessive.
he doesn’t make you wait. he leans down, his tongue licking a slow, torturous stripe up your center. you cry out, back bowing off the bed. "sangwon!"
"tastes like heaven," he murmurs, before diving in. he eats you out like he’s been starving for you—which, you realize, he has. his tongue is relentless, flicking your clit, plunging inside you, then circling again. his fingers join, two sliding deep, curling just right. it’s too much, it’s not enough, you’re babbling his name, pleading, tugging his hair.
"come for me, baby," he says, his voice vibrating against you. "let me feel it."
you shatter, a raw scream tearing from your throat as waves of pleasure crash through you. he rides you through it, gentle now, lapping up every drop until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity.
before you can even come down, he’s moving up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, your neck. he’s trembling. "need to be inside you. now. please."
you nod frantically, spreading your legs wider. he reaches for his wallet on the nightstand, fumbling for a condom. you take it from him, ripping the packet with your teeth, and roll it onto him, your touch making him shudder. he guides himself to your entrance, the head nudging against your slick heat.
he looks into your eyes, his own full of so much emotion it steals your breath. "i love you, what the fuck" he says, chuckling at himself.
then he pushes in.
it’s a stretch, a burn, a perfect, breathtaking fullness. you both moan in unison. he stills, buried to the hilt, his face buried in your neck. "this okay?" he breathes.
"more than okay. move. please, wonie, move."
he does. he starts slow, deep, rolling thrusts that make you see stars. it’s not just sex. it’s a conversation. every gasp, every kiss, every shift of his hips is a word you’ve been waiting years to say. his hands are everywhere,, gripping your hips, tangling with your fingers, stroking your hair. he whispers against your skin. "so good, fuck— you feel so good, baby"
the pace builds, becoming more urgent, more frantic. the bed frame knocks against the wall in a steady rhythm. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. the coil inside you tightens again, impossibly fast.
"i’m close," you sob. "o close."
"look at me, baby," he commands. you open your eyes. his are dark, desperate, full of love. "come with me."
he slams into you one last time, hitting a spot that unravels you completely. your climax rips through you, silent at first, then a broken cry. the feeling of you clenching around him drags him under. he shouts your name, his body going rigid as he spills into the condom, his thrusts turning shallow and jerky.
he collapses on top of you, a sweaty, panting weight. you hold him, your hands stroking his damp back, your legs still wrapped around him. you never want to let go.
after a long while, he rolls off, disposing of the condom before gathering you back into his arms, pulling the covers over you both. you’re curled into his side, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
he kisses the top of your head. "sooooo." he says, his voice drags. "best friends who fuck?"
you laugh, shorting him a look, "i'll kill you,"
"i'm kidding, pretty." he holds you tighter. “don’t expect me to ever let you go now.”
"wouldn’t dream of it."
💌 viv's note: my advice is always ruin the friendship 🧚♀️
━━ bf!sangwon whom you meet at a bookstore. it’s less than perfect - he makes awkward small talk with you over the counter as you scan the barcode on a used copy of lettres a yves, hiding behind a black surgical mask and tugging the sleeves of his jacket over his hands
━━ bf!sangwon who has to hype himself up to return. his friends have to physically push him out of the dorms, complaining about how they’ve heard enough about the bookstore employee with nice eyes and a pretty smile. he stumbles his way through the conversation but neither of you mind, especially not when you end your shift with a phone number scribbled on the back of a receipt
━━ bf!sangwon who takes you to a cafe for your first date. it’s small - a hole in the wall place that’s crawling with the owner’s cats. you slide into a table near the corner, chatting in between sips of espresso and fighting over who should pay the bill
━━ bf!sangwon who confesses through a love letter. he stands before you with flushed cheeks and shaky hands, awkwardly folding and refolding them as your eyes scan through the letter. the pounding of his own heartbeat serves as a soundtrack, drowning out the heavy downpour outside
━━ bf!sangwon who lets out a shaky sigh of relief when you wrap your arms around him, accepting with a chaste kiss on the cheek and a tight hug. his own hands come to rest around your waist as he hides his face into your hair, smiling brightly
━━ bf!sangwon who loves going on walks with you. snowflakes filter through the afternoon sky, disappearing into nothingness when they land on your faces. your mitten-covered hands occasionally brush against each other, sending shivers racing down his spine and butterflies swarming through his stomach
━━ bf!sangwon who has always been more of a homebody. your dates consist of lazy days curled up together on the couch, endlessly scrolling through new kdrama releases until you settle on a show you’ve seen a million times before, rewatching it again and again
━━ bf!sangwon whose friends tease him relentlessly when you meet them. you decide to meet up at a hot-pot restaurant, taking turns grilling meat and ordering bottles of soju. sangwon spends most of the night with his face in his hands, hiding his blush from view as best as he possibly can
━━ bf!sangwon who kisses your forehead before he leaves. the sun hasn’t even begun to rise over the horizon when he slips out of bed, quietly wandering throughout your apartment to complete his morning routine. he leaves breakfast for you on the counter and prepares the coffee machine
━━ bf!sangwon who reads to you at night. he props the book up in his lap, lazily flipping through the pages as you lean your head against his chest. you can feel the steady beating of his heart. he reads quietly, careful not to disturb the peace, watching patiently as you slowly drift off to sleep
━━ bf!sangwon who says i love you for the first time during one of these nights when he thinks you can’t hear him, too shy to say it out loud. it comes out as a whisper, muffled against the crown of your head and in between your heartbeat, but it’s there all the same. i love you
━━ bf!sangwon who cries when you give him a book for his birthday. it’s a used copy; its edges have been dog-eared over and over and the edges are more yellow than off-white. written on the inside cover is a love note and your annotations are littered throughout: both thoughtful analysis and little doodles and reactions that make him laugh. he keeps it in his nightstand to be reread on particularly hard days
━━ bf!sangwon who teaches you his favorite recipes. there’s something nostalgic about the aroma that fills your apartment. your kitchen becomes a warzone, decorated with your combined efforts, but the smiles on your faces never disappear, and sangwon insists that the dish tastes like home
━━ bf!sangwon who hates when you argue. you stand on opposing sides of your living room, waiting for the other to break first. tears blur his vision. he wipes them away furiously when they spill down his cheeks. it takes seconds before you’re crumbling at the sight, apologies spilling from both of your lips in unsteady, broken waves
━━ bf!sangwon who will spend the rest of his life making it up to you. he runs his thumb against the back of your knuckles as you talk it out, feeling the warmth of your skin; the weight of your hand when he holds it with his own
━━ bf!sangwon who never lets go first. you jog through seoul’s busy streets hand in hand, ducking into alleyways and beneath nearby buildings in a pitiful attempt to escape the rain. both of your clothes are soaked by the time you get home but neither of you mention it when sangwon pulls you into a warm shower that night
━━ bf!sangwon who nurses you back to health like he’s a professional. he wraps you into every blanket you own, feeds you medicine the convenience store worker had recommended, and calls his mom in a panic asking for the recipe to the soup she always made when he was sick. and when you finally pull him back to bed, insisting he needs to rest as well, who is he to refuse?
━━ bf!sangwon who will never admit it, but he loves being the small spoon. he crawls into bed beside you with a lazy huff and curls his body against your own. and when you lazily rest your arm over his waist and lean your head against the crook of his neck, he never pulls away
━━ bf!sangwon who shares his headphones with you. you sit side by side on cramped subways, watching as the world blurs by when he silently reaches out, handing you the left side of his earbuds. you accept without words, instead leaning your head against his shoulder and letting the music fill your ears
━━ bf!sangwon who would do anything for you. he tells you as much when he whispers sweet nothings into the night, thinking you can’t hear and in the daylight, he shows you, with each passing moment
notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! will probably keep writing for the ald1 boys, so so happy that xinlong made it even with that terrible group name, this is totally self indulgent, title from lee sangwon - LUVYOUMORETHAN
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cw: smut, dom!leo, sub!femreader, leo is jealous (and roughless), pool sex, strength kink (kinda), passionate lovers, things just turn out very graphic when i write for leo lol <3
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Your favorite feature about Leo were his eyes.
He didn't own that sweet and round boba-like pair that was perfect for puppy eyes. So perfectly fitting to his name, they were sharp like a Lion's. Most of the time, they made you weak in the knees with the way his gaze was always so stern and steady, so sure about himself and his feelings for you.
But sometimes, the sharp shape of his eyes allowed him to signal danger to anyone that met them. Even right now when he was starring holes into your almost bare back, you felt goosebumps all over although you didn't even meet his gaze.
"I really hope we can work together again, you're like such an amazing partner." Geonwoo said as he flashed you a charming smile.
Both of you had been paired up for the last project of this semester. It was the smoothest proccess you ever experienced in your literal life-time at university and you were incredibly grateful to have worked with one of the most intelligent guys on campus (so the girls say).
Your boyfriend had never been happy about it, which was new to you, considering he was usually a very chill guy. Yet everytime you announce that you would be going over to Geonwoo's place, he just huffed and answered a short "fine" or "ok", only to drown you in questions once you were back.
Leo was so bad in hiding his jealousy. And you found it really amusing.
Although you'd have preferred to stay at home that evening, you accepted the invitation to Geonwoo's pool party. Leo of course did not miss this opportunity to tag along once you said plus one's are fine.
So here you were. Wearing a cute bikini in burgundy red, the color Leo always mentions to look best on you.
Ever since you arrived, he hadn't moved an inch from his seat. When you offered him a drink he politely declined, but you still got up to get one for yourself anyway.
Who would've thought that Geonwoo had the need to stop you for minutes of chatter?
"I enjoyed working with you too! I felt so relieved when your name was called along mine. I think our working paces just match."
The male giggled at the compliment and if you weren't mistaken your ear caught someone clearing his throat right behind you. You had to bite back the grin on your lips. Are these the kind of praises Leo desires? Seriously?
"Yeah, it's a match inde-"
"Hey babe. Geonwoo." Both of you turned your head towards Leo who suddenly stood so close to you, you felt his breath on your shoulder just right before he puts his arm around them. He nodded to the other male, the only kind of recognition he‘d give him that night.
"Leo. Long time no see." Geonwoo stretched out his hand in a friendly manner. When you saw the force Leo used for the handshake you playfully rolled your eyes, grabbing his wrist as you gently parted his palm from Geonwoo‘s.
Your former project partner let out an awkward laugher, nodding as he got the message from the boy right next to you, who had literal fire in his eyes.
"I‘ll leave you two alone for now. I think your boyfriend misses you." A soft blush crept up to your cheeks, feeling slightly embarassed by his possesiveness.
With his wrist still in your hand, you yanked him to follow your quick steps. The sounds of your steps filled the hallway, as messy as this whole situation was getting. To your surprise, Leo had followed you without many protests until you opened a door and gestured him to get in.
With his sharp eyes, he observed you carefully, searching for your intention as he slowly stepped in, you following after as you closed the door to the indoor pool area.
"You want a solo swimming session with me or what?" He joked, shrugging his shoulders as he looked around the area. There were no windows and the only lights illuminating the space were lamps inside the pool, making the rooms light pretty dim.
If anything, it accentuated the shape of your boyfriend‘s body. It was only know that you were made aware of the fact that he was only in his swim trunks that loosely hugged his slim waist. The sight had you forgetting for a moment, what you even brought him there for.
Silence spread across the both of you, with Leo observing the pool area in front of you. As he walked closer to the water you followed, taking your space beside him.
The room was perfectly heated, making it comfortable to stay in. You could only imagine how great the water must feel.
Leo, the perfect boyfriend that he is, seemed to sense your thoughts and needs. You were about to dip your toe into the pool, distracted from the things you wanted to tell him, as you felt a soft shove to your back.
Your arms flapped in the wildest shape as you kept you tried to keep your balance before entirely tipping over. How pleasing that the attempts of not falling into the pool granted you a few extra seconds to grab onto the culprit.
With a huge splash the both of you fell into the water. You had already let go of Leo through the fall but for some reasons his hands were still firmly around you.
Both of you gasped for air as you got back to the top. It took you seconds to blink away the blur of the cool pool water before you came face to face with your equally wet boyfriend.
Droplets of water clung to his hair, the additional weight glued his strands to his forehead. A smile of adoration crept up your lips as you stroke back his hair to free his face that had a rather mocking expression on it.
"Don‘t laugh." Leo said, his arms positioning underneath your butt, knowing that the water was deep enough that if he didn‘d hold onto you, it‘d go just slightly past your chin. In this position, your face was towering his. Both of your hands squashed his cheeks together but he was fast to release from your grip.
"Oh, look who‘s extra sulky tonight." You pouted in adoration, patting his head in a babying manner. Both of your legs wrapped around Leo‘s waist, making your bodies cling even closer to each than before. The extra touch warmed you more than the rooms heating system.
Your actions earned you a scoff and a roll of his eyes. "Me? Sulky?"
Your first response was a giggle, your legs dangling in the water as he still held you up. There was a certain kind of attractiveness, being held like you weighted nothing. Your wet skin enhanced the warmth of Leo‘s heavy breathing against your chest area.
"Oh please, you‘ve been sulking the entire evening. Sitting on the sun chair, not moving an inch. Eyeing me like my guard dog. You know people walked past you and had to do a double take probably because they were wondering if they did anything wrong to make you angry."
"That‘s bullshit." Leo poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue, a smug and cocky expression spread over his face. You weren‘t sitting in a whirlpool were you? Your body was warming up way too much.
"Uh uh. Even when I was talking to Geonwoo, I felt your gaze drilling holes into my back."
At the mention of the other male‘s name, Leo‘s gaze shoot up to you. As he gazed into your eyes, you noticed the way your playful smile faded. It was like he was melting it away like ice.
His expression seemed to have darkened. Although he didn‘t speak a single word, there was conversation flowing between the two of you as you read each and every twitch of your faces. You were lovers after all. He spoke your language.
Even as he moved towards the edge of the pool, you kept the eye contact intact. Your bare back softly bumped against the smooth surface of the swimming pool, a soft gasp leaving your lips. A mouthful of words were waiting to be said but no sound left your throat. Leo‘s intense gaze was demanding, guiding you into obedience to not say a word unless he speaks first.
"That guy." He started off. And as he spoke, he pressed his body closer to yours, your legs being spread by the width of his figure. His abdomen rubbed against your core and from the way he opened you up and applied pressure to you at the same time, the fabric of your swimming bottoms rubbed against your center in a way they shouldn‘t be.
Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding back any sounds, hoping Leo wouldn‘t notice. "He doesn‘t seem to know his place. And you should know better too."
He has inched close enough with only a breath parting your faces. The tip of his nose brushed yours with every word that he spoke at the same time. At his words you raised an eyebrow and from the way he grinded his teeth in habit, you knew he was already starting to get heated from this tiny bit of attitude that you were showing.
"The way you were so extremly determined about the handshake .. I‘m sure he got the message, babe."
Your hands slide from the back of Leo‘s neck to intertwine in his wet, stroked back hair. If only he knew how hot he looked, worked up and fresh out of a nice dive.
"Yeah, I hope so. So there‘s still you who has to grasp it.“
Before you could protest, Leo‘s lips were already on yours. He was eating you, showing no mercy and no interest in adapting your pace that was chasing his. This was his way of breathing his lesson into you.
Both of your heads titled, syncronized as the kiss deepened. Soft strokes of Leo‘s skilled tongue against yours had you melting more and more into it. You needed him as close as possible.
As you kissed, his hand got busy, feeling you up from your sides to your breasts. No time was wasted to pull your flimy bikini top south, both of your boobs springing free. The roughness had you gasping, grabbing onto Leo‘s wrist but he was quick to yank himself off your hands.
Instead his hand flew to your face, getting ahold of your chin as he forced you to look at him. "I touch you the way I want to and no one else is allowed to do that."
Desire and ownership were burning in Leo‘s eyes like fire. You loved this feeling. The feeling of belonging, the feeling of being a part of something so special that was your boyfriend‘s being. Sensation ran through your body like electric waves, sparking up your need in every way possible.
Your voice was nothing but faint whisper, as if your words were secrets to hide from people who were not there. "I know that. I know that I‘m yours."
Lips to your ear, hand on your chest. Leo‘s hot breath and raspy voice had you in the feels all the way to the center of your body. He knew your body like he knew his own house - every curve like every corner. You were his most precious property.
The way his palm rubbed your nipple as he talked to you got you embarassingly wet, and you felt that with your bottom part deep inside the water.
"Oh yeah?"
At his little question you nodded in response.
"Didn‘t seem like it."
You despised how he was still holding a conversation with his hands doing things as sinful as that. It was hard to focus on speaking when he was kneading you in his palm like his favorite toy.
"I-I do. I know that."
"Know what?"
In between his interrogation, he‘d nip on your neck, suck the sweet spot behind your air, bit down on your collarbone. All the things that gave you a hard time breathing.
"T-that I belong to you."
Leo‘s hand slid downwards, leaving your chest exposed to the cold air, your buds hardening and granting him the most delicious sight ever with the way pearls of water were sitting on top of them.
"Well, you gotta make it up to me."
Your hazy eyes once again met his. The look on his face was serious, determined to take whatever he was asking for. At the same time he knew that this was no taking when you were a good girl, willing enough to always give.
Quick fingers tugged on the thin strings that tied your bottoms together on both sides. The first knot was quick to be loosened, the fabric swam off your skin immediately so that getting it off entirely of you was easy.
Bright red tinted your cheeks at the realization that you were sitting completely naked in the swimming pool in a home that was not yours. Shameful how this thought didn‘t even occupy you for a long time when you observed your boyfriend freeing himself from his trunks, discarding them somewhere near the pool.
He tipped your chin upwards with his finger, placing a soft kiss to your lips.
"Make it up to me by taking me like a good girl, yeah?"
You nodded in response, your hole already clenching at the thought of taking Leo right here, at the risk of being caught but you knew it would be worth it.
With only his tip in, you were already a whimpering mess, cheek pressed to Leo‘s shoulder, nails clawing to his wet skin.
"Don‘t keep your cheek smushed, we still need to talk hm?"
You turned your head in response, your chin propped up on his shoulder as he kept pushing in deeper and deeper, fitting in you like the two of you were made to fit together.
"You feel amazing.." You drew out the last word long, a squeaky moan escaping your lips as you were fully seated and Leo adjusted your position so that he held you firmly, arms crossed underneath your buttcheeks so you were perfectly sitting on his member.
"Mhm. I do, right? Is there any space to think highly of another guy when this is how your boyfriend feels like?"
His words went straight to your core and you knew he felt the way your walls were clamping his cock inside of you. His lips were pressed to your neck, you felt his teeth against your skin as he smiled in victory.
Not even waiting for your answer, Leo started moving. Not his body, but yours.
He had full control of you from how he held you. His strength allowed him to lift you up, and push you back down on his cock again. At first he was going slow, figuring out how much to lift you up and set you down again.
Even with those slightly clumsy moves, you had your eyes squeezed shut, the messy rhythm making his length brush every inch of your insides in the most intense way possible.
It didn‘t take Leo long to get the gist of this position that was new to the both of you, and once he found a steady pace, he got back to talking to you.
This jerk. He talked to you while he made you bounce on his dick and his voice didn‘t even shake one. bit.
"Who do you belong to?"
Your vision was blurry and it got even worse when yoj fluttered your eyes open, the edge of the pool in front of you shaking, moving up and down the way you were used to fuck your boyfriend‘s length.
Closing your mouth wasn‘t possible with the way lewd sounds kept spilling from it, echoing from the walls as if no one could possibly hear you and get behind your nasty doings.
"Y-you! Leo.. It‘s you, who o-owns me."
You felt him nod in approval from the way his nose brushed against your neck. Clapping noises from your body against the water were filling your ears together with your boyfriend‘s grunts and groans right at the shell of your ear.
"Thinking of anyone else right now? Glazing anyone else? Looking for the next good match?"
How, just how was his memory so fucking good? You could barely even remember the words you spoke to Geonwoo, yet when he points it out so obviously, that moment replayed in your head like a film.
Next thing you knew, you were spun around. Leo took a seat on the stairs of the pool, sitting you on top of his lap without ever pulling out. As he sat on the stairs where the water was barely up to your ankles if you stood, your clit that was filled with his cock became visible to you, the point that connected you.
"You‘re all that‘s in my mind."
You spoke as you locked gazes with Leo. The satisfied smile on his face got your south area burning, your words had his member twitching inside of you. There was a hint of approval in his eyes, something that read 'that‘s my baby'.
He didn‘t need to tell you what to do. Your hands settled on his shoulder, as firm as it was possible with his skin being slippery from the water. The tiles of the stairs were already scraping against your knees but you pushed that aside. There was something bigger to address.
Keeping up with the same speed that Leo used before, you got to work, heaving yourself off his length halfway and bouncing down, hitting his lap with your butt.
His head brushed your golden spot in the best way possible, pushing it like the button to your insanity. Leo had leaned back on his forearm, giving himself the best view of his favorite movie.
Your upper body was burning from the way your boobs kept bouncing freely, rubbing against your skin. Everytime you came down, the most sensual noises were drawn from you. To Leo, it was music. He couldn‘t keep tear his eyes off you, his beautiful girl that was only his.
Minutes passed with only the softness of your voices ringing through the wide space of the swimming pool. Your discarded garments long forgotten, who knew where they were flooding to? The only thing that mattered where your beautifully burning thighs and knees, your butt that felt spanked everytime it hit the thin surface of water that covered Leo‘s flexed legs.
You circled your arms tightly around his shoulders, cheek pressed to the top of his head. Your hips moved on their own without you putting much thought into it. All you could focus on was the knot in your stomach that was signalling your climax.
"I can feel you, baby. Are you close?"
You gave him a hum of approval, messy thrusts chasing your high but with your body slowly giving in, your bounces smaller and smaller, the end seemed still too far out of reach.
Cold air sparked your goosebumps as you were lifted off the pool with ease. Just how did he have so much energy left?
Carefully, Leo placed you on your back on the heated floor. Your legs that have been wrapped around his body for the entire time slowly slid off, your feet on the floor as you stayed spread out for him.
Leo leaned in, placing the softest kiss to your lips.
"Mine."
Your chest heaved as you returned the kiss, your palms placed on his buttcheeks as you pushed him back into you entirely.
"Finish me off, like I‘m yours."
As if possessed by your words, he followed your command. His snapping back and forth in a speed that didn‘t seem like he hadn‘t already done it in two different positions.
"Oh, L-Leo.. yes! Right there.."
Both of his hands pinned you on the ground by your shoulders, keeping you from sliding away by the shoves of his member. By now you were practically sobbing his name as he put stars into your vision with his actions.
You were so wet, so turned on, the mix of your liquids and the pool water allowing his cock to slide in and out of you so smoothly. Your legs that were propped up were already shaking, yet you felt like you could go on all night.
"I love you."
He spoke to your ear and that was all it took to push you off the edge. You came hard, heavily breathing, your eyes open but nothing but white specks in sight.
Sliding up both of your hands to Leo‘s neck, you pulled his face closer to you, nuzzling your noses together.
Warmth filled your insides as he came into you, filling you up bit by bit. The way you felt his liquid filling you like a bottle of water had you whimpering in desperation.
"I love you too. You‘re my one and only."
The tired but wide and genuine smile these words errupted from him, had you give a warm smile in return.
You exchanged one kiss, two kisses, more and more, both of your hearts so full of feelings that you completely abandoned the circumstances of your surroundings.
No more words were exchanged, only the sounds of wet lips moving against each other were enough to communicate your deepest emotions.
The mere sight of it was so intense that Geonwoo, who had just passed by the glass door to check whether every guest has left the party, just shook his head, laughing awkwardly to himself.
He decided he‘d spare you the awkwardness and do another round of strolling around his mansion before he‘d come to check on this area again.
He too felt jealous, of a love that was burning as the one you and Leo shared.
“He is perfect and totally your type,” your friend tells you that sentence for probably the fifth time in class and you groan lightly as you turn towards her. She smiles, looking too innocent for someone who is plotting to get you a date, making you sigh.
“Fine, you can introduce me to him today,” you reply and she does a little jump in her seat as you look away quickly, hoping the professor did not catch that.
As soon as class ends, she almost drags you across the campus as you beg her to slow down, which she skilfully ignores. Somewhere in between, you see two guys approaching you, and you look at your friend and back at them, slowly realising she has found the person she wants you to meet.
“This is Geonwoo,” she says as you smile awkwardly and shake hands with him. He was tall and had a calm vibe surrounding him, but you still can’t pinpoint how your friend has decided on a happily ever after with him so fast.
Your friend starts yapping about something to Geonwoo and you don’t miss the small sparkle in his eyes as he calmly listens to her, but you decide to brush it away for a while. You take out your phone when you hear a small ring of notification, when suddenly a voice behind you speaks, “Geonwoo, I have been looking for you everywhere.”
You turn your head embarrassingly fast at the deep voice and behind you is a man who looks way too gorgeous for his own good.
He is wearing a long coat with black rimmed glasses and you breathe a little slower than usual. You hear Geonwoo say something to him and he looks at you and you blink, unable to tell anything.
“Hi, I am Xinlong,” he smiles and you force yourself to come back to reality as you reply with a ‘hello’ and your name. Your friend, however, is blissfully unaware of your situation as she happily yaps away with even Xinlong, who matches her energy a little as they laugh at something she says.
A week later, you find yourself sharing a table at the cafeteria with the two guys regularly. By this time, you know them well and can talk about some common topics, mostly about classes and assignments. You are also pretty accommodating with the fact that Geonwoo leaves the table early because his class starts an hour before.
And every day, your friend tags along with him, yapping away. At this point, you are beginning to doubt the fact that she is trying to get you and Geonwoo together.
But who are you to complain when you secretly love the company you are left with? You love hearing Xinlong talk as you give your inputs sometimes. The talks are mostly dumb, but you are usually too whipped to care. Soon, your friend starts to even ‘nag’ Geonwoo on his way back to the dorm and you are secretly happy about it because it means Xinlong looks around confused and you can offer to walk together.
One day you are peacefully arranging your files when you see a text pop up and you glance at your phone. The name Xinlong shines on the screen as you open it to see him ask you for a walk around campus. You don’t even think twice as you put on a better-looking tee and lock your dorm and walk out.
Xinlong is waiting for you at a distance and you lightly sprint towards him as he waves at you. “What’s up?” your voice is soft as you ask and he shrugs, saying, “Just wanted to go on a walk since I was bored in my room anyway.”
“Geonwoo isn’t there?” you ask and then you shake your head, remembering that your friend isn’t there in your dorm either. “Never mind,” you murmur and a light laugh leaves his lips as he says, “They should just get together at this point.”
“I know right?” you mutter as you walk by the pavement lit by the paper lanterns that are hanging over it. Conversation flows easily when you are with him, but a few steps ahead when silence fell between you two, it wasn’t heavy and awkward. Instead, it is pretty comfortable as the autumn breeze hits your body, which makes you shiver lightly.
Xinlong seems to notice as he quietly asks, “Why are you dressed so lightly?” You shrug once, saying, “I am not cold, don’t worry,” while clutching the sleeves of your full-sleeved t-shirt. Without another word, Xinlong wraps his coat around you. Your steps halt and you look at him, warmth creeping up your cheeks when you see his eyes already on yours.
Immediately, you try to get the coat off your shoulders, but his hands hold the coat in place as he stutters out, “Hey, wait, I have a cardigan on if you can’t see.” You open your mouth to reply, but then close it again, not knowing what to say except staring at his hands still on the coat around you.
Xinlong also senses it as his hands fall suddenly to the side and an awkward cough leaves his lips. For a moment, you two stand there quietly, but you decide to give in, slowly wrapping his coat tighter around yourself and continue walking. You try to ease the tension in the air by talking again, this time about some assignment and thankfully, he replies along making you sigh in relief.
But the smell of his coat around you doesn’t make you think straight as you hum along to something he is saying. His fingers have accidentally brushed against yours twice now and you are grateful for the dark that doesn’t allow him to see your flushed cheeks.
After a while, you walk back to the dorm and you try to give him his coat back. Xinlong firmly says ‘no’, which warms your ears up further as you stand there face to face. He is looking down, unable to look you in the eye, but you still say, “Fine, I will just give it back tomorrow.” Your voice comes out in a whisper and he just nods quietly. Your eyes are now tracing his features, the low-light accentuating them beautifully and for a moment, when he looks up, you can feel your eyes sliding towards his lips.
You mentally slap yourself and before it gets any worse, you say good night and almost run back towards your building as Xinlong stands there stunned.
The next day, you are unexceptionally quiet in class, in your thoughts and doodling at the end of your notebook, repeatedly playing last evening’s events in your mind. Your cheeks grow warm and you glance at your friend once who doesn’t seem to notice. As soon as the bell rings, you almost run outside the class to catch Xinlong before he leaves for his dorm.
You zoom past the students as you almost miss Xinlong, who is already walking towards his dorm. “Xinlong,” you call out and he turns around and his face automatically lights up as he stands there. You catch up to him, panting, and hold out your hand saying, “Your coat.”
A moment passes and you are still there, while Xinlong hasn’t taken his coat and you look up and see him frantically look around and then ask, “Can we talk?” You are taken aback, but you nod anyway and he leads you towards a bit secluded area. Before you can react, he says, “I think I like you.”
Your breath catches in your throat and your tiny fireworks explode in your mind when he continues, “I know your friend wants you and Geonwoo together and I tried to respect that but I think I just went opposite of what I thought. Because whenever I’m bored my mind now automatically diverts to you and your little habits and it is okay if you don’t feel the same. I just wanted to say it.”
You are now fully stunned, standing like a loser while the man you want is pouring his heart out. Xinlong finally stops rambling as he looks at you and then you watch his face slowly morphing into something unreadable and you quickly reply, “No wait, I like you too.” Now it's his turn to stare at you in shock and you look down, his coat still in your hands and take a deep breath and continue, “I liked you since the day I met you, which is embarrassing, but it just happened and now I can’t help it anymore.”
“Oh, so that’s great,” he awkwardly replies and a laugh escapes your throat as Xinlong smiles too, a visible blush spreading across his cheek. A second passes and he slowly takes the coat from your hand, wrapping it around you again and you don’t refuse it even though you are wearing a sweater. He adjusts the front of his coat before contemplating something and even before he can ask you, just whisper, “Yes.”
That is all he needs as he pulls you by the lapels of his coat and presses a kiss on your lips. You shut your eyes, melting into the kiss as your fingers clutch on his shirt, pulling him a tiny bit closer. He smiles into the kiss and you feel yourself getting lost in the sweet and addictive taste on his lips that is just so him.
When you part, you can feel your whole face heating up while Xinlong slowly slides his fingers into yours and a small giggle escapes your lips. You look up and you see him refusing to meet your eyes, making you even shier as you try to hide your face at the curve of his neck. Xinlong’s arms wrap around your waist loosely and you just bask in his warmth when you suddenly remember that you have left your friend back in class.
“Shit, I left her in class”, you reply, but he holds your fingers firmly, saying, “I think someone is already there.” A mischievous glint passes his eyes and you finally realise what he means as you reply, “Should we go check it out?”
Xinlong tilts his head and nods as you two start walking back, hand in hand, the giddy feeling never leaving your bodies. And when you reach the classroom and see your friend backed into a corner by Geonwoo, you just smirk as she hides in embarrassment.
But you are damn thankful she decided to even try her crazy plan out, or else how would you have met Xinlong? And Xinlong doesn’t think any differently as you feel his arms tighten around your waist.
ARCHV ⠀✦ ⠀ "i only like geonwoo for ara"- famous last words by berry while my eyes were already on xinlong. also is the fic a little self indulgent? yes defo
❪ ইতি ❫ ─── ald1 shelf ⠀navi ⠀,⠀taglist . fill this / comment / ask
KISSES THAT FEELS LIKE HOME ⠀──── ⠀alpha drive one [ot6].
in which their kisses feels like home
•⠀⠀⠀ bf!ald1 x reader • forehead kisses.
KIM JUNSEO:
the rain had been falling for hours, against the glass. the two of you sat by the window, a blanket shared across your laps. Junseo scrolled aimlessly through his phone, but every few minutes his gaze would drift back to you.
you were watching the droplets race each other down the glass, the faint reflection of your face caught against the window, when you finally turned to him, he smiled and set his phone aside, reaching for your hand, fingers interwining through yours. “Are you okay?'” he asked softly. you shook your head playfully "no way cause my boyfriend is literally busy with his phone." you joked, earning a soft giggle from him — that gummy smile, the sound of his giggle. Gosh he was adorable. He noticed you staring at him like you were falling in love with him once again, that made him stop giggling but the smile didn't left his face as he leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss against your forehead catching you off guard but you didn't said anything, just your lips stretching into a soft smile.
his hand came up, brushing gently over your hair before leaning forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead — slow, deliberate, full of warmth. “I love you.” he murmured against your skin. "I love you too." you murmured back, burying your head against his chest.
ZHANG JIAHAO/ARNO:
the grocery store at midnight was nearly empty — just the hum of refrigerators and soft footsteps echoing down the aisles. You pushed the cart lazily while Jiahao trailed beside you, half-smiling as you picked out snacks neither of you really needed. He reached for a packet of ramen, you reached for chips at the same time, and your hands bumped, making some of the stuffs fall from the shelf as you both laughed — the sound bouncing off the shiny tiles. “Why are you such an idiot?” you whispered, picking up the stuffs that was on the floor — thanks to you two.
jiahao shrugged, his expression soft and tired, but his eyes shone with that fondness that only appeared when it was late and quiet and he didn’t have to pretend he wasn’t exhausted. “I don't know how to act around you.” he said simply, picking up the packet of ramen and putting them in the shelf, but not missing the way your cheeks flushed at his remark.
you didn’t expect it when he leaned in suddenly, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead — right there in the empty aisle, between shelves of chips and ramen. It was brief, but it left your heart pounding.
the rest of the grocery run was spent in soft giggles, stolen glances, and little bumps of shoulders — and when you left, his arm found its way around you again, his head dipping once more to press another kiss to your forehead before whispering, “You’re my favorite late night grocery store companion, well life companion too."
LEE LEO:
It was long past midnight, but the stars were out — hundreds of them scattered across the dark sky. you sat on the roof wrapped in a blanket, Leo beside you, his fingers tapping rhythmically against your knee to a tune he was humming — it was of his song 'closer.' "why do you always only hum that?” you asked, voice soft. Leo glanced over at you, lazily smiling. “because it reminds me of you.”
you turned your head, heart fluttering at the way he said it so easily. he reached up, turning your chin back so you can face him again as he brushed a stray strand of hair from your face before leaning in, his lips pressing to your forehead as you fluttered your eyes closed.
“I don’t need stars when you’re here,” he murmured, his words mixing with the cool breeze. He stayed there for a moment, forehead still touching yours, his breath warm and even.
KIM GEONWOO:
The sun had barely risen, golden light spilling across the sheets. you were half-awake, your face buried in the pillow, when you felt a familiar warmth curl around you. Geonwoo’s arm snaked under your waist, pulling you closer, his voice raspy from sleep. “morning, love." he mumbled, words muffled against your shoulder, you made a small sound of protest. “too early…”
He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “yeah no, it's literally 9 am, sleepyhead." he said, but his hand kept tracing soft patterns along your back. you turned to face him, eyes half-open, and caught the sleepy smile tugging at his lips.
without a word, he leaned forward and kissed your forehead. once. twice. then again, slower this time, until you were smiling without realizing it. “I like waking up to you,” he said, making you let out a soft chuckle as you tucked yourself under his chin. the morning light washed over the room, and geonwoo pressed another lazy kiss to your forehead before whispering, “let’s stay like this forever.”
LEE SANGWON:
the rain outside was relentless, streaking down the window in silvery threads. You sat beside it, your reflection hazy and distant, until you heard quiet footsteps behind you. "hey,” sangwon's vouce voice was soft, careful.
you didn’t answer right away, but when you turned, the apology was already in his eyes. he walked over slowly, “I hate it when we fight” he said quietly. “I hate when we stop talking.” before you could reply, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your forehead — slow, almost trembling, like he was pouring all his regret into it. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, voice barely audible over the rain.
you felt his hand find yours, warm and steady. “please let's forget this? I can't do this...” he said softly.
You felt a wave of guilt and regret over his words as you nodded before hugging him, burying your head against his chest and he smiled — a small, relieved one before wrapping his arms around you, kissing your forehead again, longer this time. the rain outside softened, and in that tiny moment, everything felt right again.
HE XINLONG:
the sun was mellow that afternoon — not too bright, not too warm, just enough to make the grass glimmer and the air smell like spring. you’d planned this picnic for weeks, packed his favorite snacks, even tucked a few extra cookies in a box because you knew he'd eat them all before you could.
xinlong showed up late, you didn't mind — he'll soon be debuting, he had to practice hard for the dream he always wanted as he ran towards you across the park with his hair slightly ruffled, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “I swear I didn’t forget,” he said between breaths. “I just— practice ran a little long.” you pretended to frown, crossing your arms. “I almost ate everything without you.” he gasped dramatically, falling onto the blanket beside you. “you’d do that to me? ater all my hard work?”
The teasing faded into soft laughter, and soon the two of you were just talking — about nothing and everything, the kind of quiet that felt like peace. He reached for a strawberry, then another, until your fingers brushed over the same one. he didn’t pull away, neither did you. "you baked these?” he asked, eyeing the cookies.
you nodded proudly. “for you. because you forget to eat real food when you’re practicing and I bet wakeone's cafeteria food tastes like real shit."
"ah, so you do care about me,” he joked, smiling so wide his eyes curved into crescents. you rolled your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betrayed you. "maybe a little,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully. that was all it took for him to reach forward, brushing a crumb from your cheek with his thumb before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. It was quick, almost shy at first — but then another followed, slower, warmer.
"Xinlong—”
"Hmm?” he murmured against your skin, his voice so close it made your heart skip.
“you’re getting crumbs on me.”
he laughed, pulling back just enough to look at you — really look at you, like the moment itself was something to memorize. “worth it,” he said, brushing another kiss to your temple.
the world around you blurred — kids laughing in the distance, the faint hum of the city — but all you felt was him, his warmth, his laughter, his hand finding yours across the soft blanket.
“next time,” he said softly, “let’s stay like this longer. No practice, no rushing, just us.” you smiled, pressing your forehead against his in return. “you promise?”
plot- a study date. sure that sounds normal when you have a project worth 50% of your grade and you are paired with your bsf, whom you have a teeny tiny crush on and coincidently so does he....
pairing- bsf!sanghyeon!×bsf!fem!reader!
genre and cw- 3.8k words, bestfriends, college au, crushes, sanghyeon is our smiley boy, sarcasm, fluff, reader is flustered very easily, project completion, lots of business talk....
note- finally a cute fic for sanghyeon.... sorry it took a while, i had to brainstorm a lot to make this fic....
Professor Kang’s voice, a low rumble even through the lecture hall’s robust sound system, sliced through the last vestiges of your Friday afternoon haze. “This project, as I’ve iterated throughout the semester, comprises fifty percent of your final grade. Choose your partners wisely. Or, in this case,” he paused, a thin smile stretching his lips, “I’ve chosen for you.” A ripple of groans swept through the room, quickly stifled by his unwavering stare. Your stomach dipped. Fifty percent. Your entire academic future, or at least your GPA, hinged on this.
He began listing names, a monotonous rhythm. “kim minji and park joon. lee hana and choi daesung.” Each pairing felt like a hammer blow to your carefully constructed academic plans. You needed someone reliable, someone smart, someone who wouldn’t just stare blankly when you suggested a multivariate analysis.
“y/n, and chung sanghyeon.”
Your head snapped up, eyes darting to the seat a few rows ahead. sanghyeon, already turning, a wide grin breaking across his face. Relief, bright and dizzying, washed over you. sanghyeon. Your best friend. The human embodiment of a sunbeam. This wasn’t just good, it was perfect. You could practically hear your GPA breathing a sigh of relief.
He waited for you by the exit, leaning against the doorframe, that familiar smile already in place. His eyes, crinkling at the corners, met yours.
“Kang, huh?” he said, pushing off the wall, falling into step beside you. The late afternoon sun caught the slight wave in his dark hair.
“The one and only,” you replied, a smile tugging at your own lips. “Fifty percent, sanghyeon. This is it. Our magnum opus.”
He chuckled, a warm, easy sound. “No pressure, right? So, y/n, when are we making this academic magic happen?”
You considered it, your mind already sifting through your schedule. Your house was quiet, your parents out for the weekend. Perfect. No distractions. Well, fewer distractions.
“My place?” you offered, glancing at him. “Parents are gone. Total peace and quiet. We can tackle this beast head-on.”
His smile widened, a genuine, delighted flash that made something flutter in your chest. It always did. His smile was like a physical entity, capable of brightening even the gloomiest of days. You didn’t just like his smile; you loved it. It was a secret, quiet thing, tucked away in a corner of your heart, a tiny, persistent hum.
“Your place? Even better,” he said, his voice light. “I’ll bring snacks. Brain food. We’ll need it. When works?”
“How about tomorrow? Around two? We can aim for four hours. Get a solid chunk done.”
“Two it is,” he confirmed, giving you a quick, enthusiastic nod. “See you then, y/n. Don’t start without me.”
You waved him off, a lightness in your step that had nothing to do with the looming project and everything to do with the prospect of spending four uninterrupted hours with him.
The next day, you meticulously tidied your living room, arranging cushions, clearing the coffee table of stray magazines. You even brewed a fresh pot of herbal tea, something you rarely did. The doorbell chimed precisely at two. You took a deep breath, smoothing the front of your sweater, and pulled it open.
sanghyeon stood there, a paper bag clutched in one hand, a wide grin already in place. He wore a faded band t-shirt and jeans, looking effortlessly comfortable. The afternoon sun, streaming through the open door, seemed to halo him.
“Hey, y/n,” he said, stepping inside, a faint scent of something sweet trailing after him. “Punctuality is key, right? Especially when fifty percent of our grade is at stake.”
“Oh, absolutely,” you agreed, closing the door behind him. “Come in, come in. The academic sanctuary awaits.” You gestured grandly towards the living room. “I even made tea. Fancy, right?”
He peered into the living room, eyes sweeping over the tidied space. “Wow, y/n. This is… pristine. Did you vacuum for me?” His voice held a playful lilt.
“Of course not,” you scoffed, though a faint blush warmed your cheeks. “This is my natural state of being. Neat, organized, ready for intellectual discourse.” You gestured to the coffee table. “Project space. Let’s get our brains in gear.”
He set the paper bag down, a crinkle of cellophane audible. “Snack delivery. Essential for prolonged brain activity. I’ve got honey butter chips, some fruit jellies, and… ta-da!” He pulled out a small, colorful box. “Pocky. The classic study aid.”
“Pocky? sanghyeon, you’re a genius,” you said, picking up the box, a genuine laugh escaping you. “My brain cells are already feeling more motivated.” You met his gaze, and for a beat, the air felt a little thicker, a little warmer. His smile, as always, was disarmingly bright.
“Alright, Professor Kang’s ‘Ethical Dilemmas in Post-Industrial Societies’,” you announced, clapping your hands together. “Where do we even begin with this existential crisis?” You pulled out your laptop, opening it to a blank document.
He settled onto the couch, pulling his own laptop from his backpack. “Well, he did say we needed to pick a contemporary ethical dilemma. Something… juicy.” He leaned forward, resting his chin in his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face. “What’s the juiciest ethical dilemma you can think of right now, y/n?”
You tapped your pen against your chin, pretending to ponder deeply. “Hmm. Is it ethically sound for me to consume this entire box of Pocky before we’ve even written a single sentence?” You raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in your eye.
He threw his head back, a loud, clear laugh filling the room. “That, y/n, is a dilemma for the ages. I say, yes. Absolutely. Fuel the brain, then conquer the world.” He pushed the bag of chips towards you. “Chips, too. Don’t be shy.”
“You’re a bad influence, sanghyeon,” you accused, though you were already reaching for the chips. The salty crunch filled the brief silence. “Okay, seriously. AI ethics? Climate change responsibility? Data privacy?”
“All good, all very… academic,” he mused, picking up a Pocky stick. He chewed thoughtfully, his eyes scanning the ceiling. “But what about something a little less… textbook? Something that makes you actually feel the dilemma?”
You considered his words, a small frown creasing your forehead. “Feel the dilemma? Like, emotionally? Are we writing a paper or a tragic play?”
He grinned. “Why not both? Imagine the impact. Professor Kang would be floored. He’d probably give us extra credit just for the sheer audacity.” He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “What about… the ethics of a best friend secretly harboring a crush on another best friend?”
Your breath hitched. The chip in your hand suddenly felt like a lead weight. Your cheeks flushed, a heat spreading across your face. You stared at him, your mind a blank canvas. Did he know? Could he possibly know?
He watched your reaction, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, then he laughed, a loud, boisterous sound that broke the spell.
“Kidding! Mostly. Though that is a brainrot thought, isn’t it? The sheer awkwardness. The internal turmoil. Imagine the paper.”
You let out a shaky laugh, forcing it out. “Oh, right. Brainrot. Definitely brainrot. For a second there, I thought you were proposing we write a romantic comedy script.” You tried to sound casual, but your heart hammered against your ribs. The relief was immense, but a pang of something else, something akin to disappointment, followed close behind.
“A rom-com paper? Now that’s an idea,” he said, a playful glint in his eye. “But I think Professor Kang might prefer something a little more… academic. Unless,” he paused, leaning back, a thoughtful expression on his face, “unless the ethical dilemma is whether to act on the crush, knowing it could ruin a perfectly good friendship?”
You swallowed, your mouth suddenly dry. He was looking at you, really looking, and for a moment, you felt completely exposed. “That’s… that’s a heavy one, sanghyeon,” you managed, your voice a little breathy. “Very heavy. Perhaps too heavy for a Friday afternoon.” You quickly changed the subject. “What about the ethics of online anonymity leading to unchecked cyberbullying? That’s pretty contemporary.”
He tilted his head, considering. “Hmm, good point. Anonymity. The digital veil. It’s got layers. We could talk about the responsibility of platforms, the psychological impact on victims, the blurred lines between free speech and harm.” He picked up a pen, twirling it between his fingers. “Okay, I like it. We’ll call it: ‘The Digital Shadow: Unmasking the Ethics of Online Anonymity and Its Consequences’.”
“Catchy,” you conceded, a genuine smile returning to your face, the earlier awkwardness slowly dissipating. “You’re good at titles, sanghyeon. My titles usually sound like a robot wrote them.”
“It’s a gift,” he said, puffing out his chest dramatically. “A gift I generously bestow upon our joint academic endeavors.” He leaned forward, tapping his pen against his laptop screen. “So, for an intro, we need to hook Professor Kang. Something that makes him sit up and pay attention.”
“What about starting with a hypothetical scenario?” you suggested, feeling more grounded now that you were back on solid academic footing. “Imagine a world where words have no faces, where identities are cloaked, and consequences… are merely a distant echo.”
He snapped his fingers. “Ooh, I like that. Very dramatic. Very you, y/n. Always with the flair.” He started typing, his fingers flying across the keyboard. “Okay, so we set the scene. Then we introduce the core dilemma: the tension between freedom of expression and the potential for harm in anonymous online spaces.”
You watched him type, the focused line of his jaw, the way his brow furrowed slightly when he concentrated. A small, familiar warmth spread through your chest. He was smart, articulate, and he made even Professor Kang’s most daunting assignments feel… manageable. And he had that smile. Always that smile.
“And we need to bring in some philosophical frameworks,” you added, pulling out a notebook. “Deontology, utilitarianism, virtue ethics… how do each of these lenses view the responsibility of online actors?”
“Right, the heavy hitters,” he agreed, pausing his typing to look at you. “You’re the expert on the philosophical jargon, y/n. I’m more of a… conceptualizer. I lay the groundwork, you build the intricate intellectual scaffolding.” He winked.
“Oh, is that how we’re defining our roles?” you teased, a playful glint in your eye. “I’m the architect, you’re the… idea guy who brings snacks?”
He laughed, a rich, full sound. “Precisely! A crucial role, mind you. Without snacks, the architect falters. The scaffolding crumbles. It’s a symbiotic relationship, really.” He reached for a fruit jelly. “Want one? They’re strangely addictive.”
You took a jelly, the sweet, chewy burst of flavor a welcome distraction. “Okay, architect and snack-provider. I can work with that.” You chewed thoughtfully. “So, for the utilitarian perspective, it would be about maximizing overall well-being, right? Does anonymity truly serve the greater good, or does it enable more harm than benefit?”
“Exactly,” he affirmed, nodding vigorously. “And deontology would focus on the inherent moral duties. Do we have a duty to reveal our identities, or a duty to protect our privacy? It gets messy.” He leaned back, stretching his arms above his head, his t-shirt riding up slightly, revealing a sliver of toned stomach. You quickly averted your gaze, feeling that familiar blush creep up your neck again.
“Messy is good,” you said, perhaps a little too quickly. “Messy means there’s a lot to unpack. Lots of words. Lots of… fifty percent of our grade.”
He lowered his arms, a small smile playing on his lips. He hadn’t seemed to notice your momentary fluster. “You’re right. Messy means depth. Professor Kang loves depth. He thrives on it.” He picked up his phone, checking the time. “We’ve been at this for, what, an hour? We’re flying. This is good, y/n.”
“We are,” you agreed, feeling a genuine sense of accomplishment. “Teamwork makes the dream work, sanghyeon.”
He chuckled. “Such a cliché, y/n. I thought we were avoiding those?”
“It’s a classic for a reason!” you defended, playfully nudging his arm.
“Besides, sometimes the clichés are true. We actually make a really good team.” You meant it. You always felt a unique synergy when you worked with him, a comfortable rhythm that made even the most daunting tasks seem enjoyable.
“We do,” he said, his voice softer now, his eyes meeting yours. “We really do.” The air thickened again, a quiet hum settling between you. His smile was still there, but it was different now, less boisterous, more gentle. And for a moment, you swore you saw something in his eyes, a mirroring of the secret flutter in your own chest.
“Okay, back to the grind,” you said, breaking the gaze, a nervous energy making you reach for your laptop. “Let’s outline the main body paragraphs. We need a strong argument for each philosophical perspective.”
He nodded, but his eyes lingered on you for another beat before he turned back to his screen. “Right. Main body. The meat of the argument.” He typed for a moment, then paused, looking at his screen. “You know, I was thinking. For the conclusion, we can’t just summarize. We need to leave Professor Kang with something to chew on.”
“A call to action?” you suggested. “Or a new, even more complex ethical dilemma that arises from our solution?”
“Even better,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “What if we propose a ‘digital citizenship’ framework? A set of ethical guidelines for online interaction, almost like a social contract for the internet.”
“sanghyeon, that’s brilliant!” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed. “That elevates it beyond just analysis. It’s a proactive solution. Professor Kang would eat that up.” You leaned forward, excitement bubbling. “We could even suggest a multi-stakeholder approach – individuals, tech companies, governments – all playing a role.”
He beamed, his smile reaching his eyes, crinkling them at the corners. “See? This is why we’re a good team. You take my half-baked ideas and turn them into gourmet meals.”
“And you provide the delicious ingredients,” you countered, a warmth spreading through you. Being praised by him always felt particularly good. You found yourself staring at his smile again, that easy, open expression that always seemed to invite you in.
“Speaking of gourmet meals,” he said, reaching for the Pocky box again, “I think our brains need another sugar infusion. We’ve been intensely ethical for over an hour now.”
You laughed, taking a stick from him. “Intensely ethical. I like that. It sounds exhausting.”
“It is,” he agreed, munching on his Pocky. “All this moral wrestling. It takes a toll.” He leaned back against the couch, his arm brushing yours. A jolt, small but unmistakable, went through you. You tried to ignore it, focusing on the rhythmic crunch of your snack.
“So, what’s your take on the ultimate ethical dilemma, sanghyeon?” you asked, trying to sound nonchalant, to shift the focus away from the sudden proximity. “If you had to pick one, the single most challenging ethical problem facing humanity right now, what would it be?”
He thought for a moment, his gaze distant, his expression serious. “Hmm. That’s a tough one. Probably… finding a way to truly understand and empathize with people who hold fundamentally different worldviews. Without that, all other ethical dilemmas just devolve into shouting matches.” He looked at you, his eyes earnest. “What about you, y/n?”
You considered his answer, a thoughtful hum escaping you. It was a profound answer, one that reflected his inherent kindness. “Mine… probably balancing individual freedom with collective responsibility. Where do you draw the line? When does my right to do X infringe on the well-being of everyone else?” You paused, then added, a little softer, “It’s a line we struggle with every day, isn’t it?”
He nodded slowly. “Every single day. Especially online.” He looked at his watch again. “Wow, time flies when you’re solving the world’s problems. We’ve hit the two-hour mark already.”
“Seriously?” you said, surprised. It really had flown by. The initial awkwardness had faded, replaced by the comfortable, easy camaraderie you usually shared. And something more, something unspoken, a current running just beneath the surface.
“Yeah,” he confirmed. “Maybe we should take a quick break. Stretch our legs. Recharge the brain batteries.” He pushed himself up, offering you a hand.
You took it, his fingers warm and strong around yours. The contact lingered for a moment longer than necessary. “Good idea,” you said, pulling yourself up, a faint blush returning. “My brain cells are starting to feel a little… over-ethicized.”
He chuckled, releasing your hand. “Mine too. I think I’ve reached my daily quota of moral quandaries.” He walked over to your bookshelf, scanning the titles. “You have some interesting books here, y/n. ‘The Phenomenology of Perception’? You actually read this?” He pulled out a thick, intimidating volume.
“Of course,” you said, trying to sound casual, though you had only ever skimmed it for a philosophy class. “A classic. You should try it sometime. Really gets the neurons firing.”
He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his face. “Oh, I’m sure. But I think my neurons are currently firing exclusively for honey butter chips.” He gestured to the open bag on the coffee table.
You laughed, a genuine, unrestrained sound. “Fair enough. I think mine are too.” You walked into the kitchen, reaching for the kettle. “More tea? Or water, if you’ve had enough of my fancy herbal concoctions.”
“Water sounds good,” he called from the living room. “My brain needs to hydrate after all that deep thinking.”
You filled two glasses with water, the clinking of ice cubes a small, domestic sound. You carried them back into the living room. Sang-hyeon was still by the bookshelf, his back to you, silently reading the spine of a book.
“Here you go,” you said, handing him a glass.
He turned, taking the glass, his fingers brushing yours again. This time, the contact felt less like a jolt and more like a gentle current, a quiet acknowledgment of the space between you. He smiled, a soft, almost tender expression.
“Thanks, y/n,” he said, his voice a little lower than before. He took a long drink, his gaze still on you over the rim of the glass.
You felt your cheeks warm again. You took a sip of your own water, trying to compose yourself. This was your best friend. This was just a study date. A very high-stakes study date.
“We’ve got about two hours left,” you said, forcing yourself to sound business-like. “We should probably nail down the structure for the body paragraphs and assign who’s writing what.”
He nodded, setting his glass down. “Good plan. Let’s get back to it. The future of online ethics awaits.” He sat back down on the couch, pulling his laptop closer.
The next hour passed in a blur of intense discussion, outlining, and rapid-fire idea generation. You debated the nuances of digital responsibility, the limits of platform accountability, and the ever-shifting landscape of online identity. You found yourselves finishing each other’s sentences, bouncing ideas off one another with an easy synchronicity. It was exhilarating, challenging, and deeply satisfying.
“Okay, so I’ll take the utilitarian and deontological sections,” you declared, stretching your arms above your head. “And you can handle the virtue ethics and the proposed digital citizenship framework. How does that sound?”
He leaned back, a triumphant grin on his face. “Sounds like a solid plan, y/n. We’re going to crush this. Professor Kang won’t know what hit him.” He checked his watch again. “And just like that, four hours. Right on schedule. We’re productivity machines.”
“We are,” you agreed, a sense of accomplishment swelling within you. You had done it. You had made significant progress on a terrifyingly important project. And you had spent four hours with sanghyeon, navigating the delicate dance of friendship and unspoken feelings.
He started packing up his laptop, tucking it carefully into his backpack. “Thanks for having me over, y/n. And for the fancy tea. You’re a lifesaver.”
“Anytime, sanghyeon,” you said, a genuine warmth in your voice. “Seriously. We should do this again for the next phase.”
He paused, his backpack half-zipped, and looked at you. His smile was back, that bright, infectious grin that always made your heart do a little flip. But there was something else in his eyes too, a glint of something shy, something hopeful.
“I’d like that,” he said, his voice softer than before. “A lot, actually.” He finished zipping his bag, then picked up the empty Pocky box. “I’ll take the trash out.”
“Oh, you don’t have to,” you protested, but he was already heading for the kitchen.
He returned a moment later, pausing by the front door. “So, for the digital citizenship framework,” he began, a thoughtful expression on his face, “we should probably include a section on the ethics of honesty. Like, the moral obligation to be transparent, even when it’s uncomfortable.”
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden philosophical tangent. “Honesty? Even when it’s… uncomfortable?”
He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Especially then, I think. Because sometimes, the truth, even an awkward one, is better than unspoken feelings that just… linger.” He held your gaze, and the air crackled with a new, intense energy. His smile was still there, but it was different now, a question in its curve.
You swallowed, your heart thumping a frantic rhythm against your ribs. He was talking about the project. He had to be. And yet… the way he was looking at you, the intensity in his eyes…
“Right,” you said, your voice a little shaky. “Honesty. Transparency. Good points. We’ll definitely add that.” You took a deep breath. “So, I guess I’ll see you Monday, then? To compare our written sections?”
He nodded, but he didn’t move. He just stood there, by your front door, that enigmatic smile on his face, his eyes still holding yours. The afternoon light, softer now, cast a warm glow around him.
“See you Monday, y/n,” he said, his voice a low, warm rumble. He hesitated for another beat, then, with a final, lingering smile that seemed to hold a thousand unspoken words, he turned and opened the door.
He stepped out, and the door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the quiet living room, the scent of honey butter chips and Pocky faintly lingering in the air. You stood there for a long moment, your heart still racing, a slow, dawning realization spreading through you. He had been talking about the project. Of course, he had. But he had also been talking about something else entirely. And for the first time, you wondered if that secret, quiet hum in your chest wasn’t quite as secret as you thought. And maybe, just maybe, he felt it too.
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Will you stay?
Pairing: Arno x female reader
Summary: After you and your boyfriend Arno hadn't seen each other in a while, things get heated really quickly
Genre: smut
Warnings: smut, dominant Arno, Arno praising reader, cuss words
The practice room was quiet, the only sound the rhythmic hum of the air conditioner and the soft scuff of Arno’s sneakers against the polished floor. He was alone, his reflection in the mirror mirroring a look of quiet concentration that he only ever dropped for those he truly trusted.
You watched from the doorway, a warm coffee in hand, hesitant to break his flow. When he finally noticed you, his gaze softened instantly, that familiar, slight curve appearing at the corners of his eyes.
"You're late," he teased, his voice low and smooth, carrying that unique, slow cadence that always seemed to ground you. "I brought peace offerings," you replied, holding up a Convientstore bag filled with goods.
He crossed the room, the scent of rose and light woodsy notes trailing after him. Instead of reaching for the bag, he took your hand, his touch light but deliberate.
"Stay?" he asked, not as a command, but as a quiet hope. He didn't need grand gestures. For Arno, love is shared silences and the way he looked at you like you were the only one who truly saw him.
He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours for a fleeting moment. "I missed this. Just us. I've been so busy lately. I haven't even had time for my girlfriend. I'm sorry baby."
Slowly Arno leaned to kiss your temple. Then he started to move down and kiss your lips. Slowly, but hungry, full of lust, that he hadn't expressed in weeks. "Babe, slowly down it's okay" you say as Arno starts sucking at your neck.
"Ive just missed you soo much baby, you don't understand" "I know, I know, but let's continue this at home, yeah?" Arno agreed, and started to pack up his stuff. The ride home felt longer than it should have.
The second you both walked into your apartment, Arno pushed you towards a wall and started kissing you, like he hasn't eaten anything in days. "Mmphh, babyyy", you moan out, getting wetter by the second.
Arno starts to take of his and your shirt, as he says, "băo béi, I still need to shower, I'm all sweaty from practice. How about you join me, so we don't lose time." You quickly agree. You both head to the bathroom and undress completely.
"Look so pretty baby, missed this so much" Arno says in between kisses. Arno is quick to push two of his fingers into you. You moan out loudly as he pumps them into you at a fast paste. "Hmphhh, shitttt. Keep going, dont stop" you whimper. Arno enjoys seeing you so full of pleasure. He keeps pumping into you and sucking at your felt tit, until you start clenching around this large fingers.
You frown as soon as you feel this fingers disappear "babeee, why did you do that" you pout at him. Arno chuckles. "Jagiii, I need you. Please do something" You don't let him tell you that twice. You get on your knees and start kissing his pink flushed tip. Once you start to put his head into your mouth, he throws his head back instantly.
"Shittt, yesss just like that baby" Arno groans out. You start bobbing your head faster, once you hear Arnos moans and whimpers. Your desperate to feel his hot seeds flow down your throat.
As you start gagging around the base of his cock, Arno starts stroking your head. "fuckkk, is it too much for you baby, hmm? Just a little longer princess. I'm close." You suck his tip and lick up his big long vein at the bottom of his cock. Then you feel his cum on your face, you quickly frap your mouth around his dick again and feel his seeds flowing down your throat.
"You're such a good girl. I'm so proud of you sweetheart. Swallowed every drop of me, yeah" Arno whispers into your ear, with a low voice, making your knees weak. Arno sees this and wraps his arms around your hips, to pull you up. You wrap your legs around his torso and he positions his cock at your entrance. He starts teasing you, as he runs his big cock up and down you folds.
"Ughhh, stop teasing meee. I've been a good girl daddy, why are you punishing meee" you whine out. Arno chuckles at your statement and pushes his cock into you. Inch, by inch, your full of his thick dick. "Fuckkk, your so big, I feel so full babe" you moan out. Arno doesn't move for a bit, to make sure, that he doesn't hurt you.
Once he starts thrusting into you, you can't stop the moans and whimpers from spilling out. "Yes, yes, yes, fuckkk to much baby, to much. Ah-hh ughh.just like that, shittt" you scream out. You move your head away and start biting his shoulder, to muffle your moans and screams.
"Shhhh princess. Your pretty noises are getting to loud, we don't want to wake up our neighbors, right?" Arno tells you and moves your head to the other side. He chokes your neck and forces you to look at the mirror, that is covered in steam.
But you are already gone. Your eyes blurred by lust and pleasure, lips swollen from kissing him and sucking his dick. Spit is also slowly running down the corner of your mouth. You tried to get him to stop, just to give you a minute to breathe and calm down, but how could he? He has missed you like crazy. He hasn't been able to see you, because of work and let alone fuck you.
"Don't worry jagia, I'm close and I can feel you clenching around me. You're doing well." He praises and starts kissing your neck again.
It only takes a few more hard thrusts, until you start cumming around his cock. But Arno still thrusts into you, chasing his climax. Arno holds you close for a few minutes and slowly sets you down, as soon as he feels like your able to stand again. He quickly rinses and dries both of your body's, before carrying you bridal style into bed.
"Good night băo béi" he whispers and kisses you temple. You're already fast asleep, clinging onto his side. Arno strockes your cheek and admirers your sleeping body, before slowly drifting to sleep...
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Thxxxx, I love hearing ppl say, that they enjoy reading my stories. It really made my day, hearing that you liked it!
I feel like I didn't really write it correctly. I think half way through I kinda drifted away from the request 😖. Ohhh, and I also didn't proof read it...
