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 🧚♀️
synopsis — Sangwon is at his peak: the prettiest boy in Seoul and he knows it. He loves how the world is watching him; how you’re watching him and once he’s caught you, he’ll make sure you won’t look away.
content warnings — smut with little to no plot, explicit language (lots of swearing tbh)! explicit content! voyeurism, stylist!reader, cocky as fuck dom!Sangwon, masturbation (m), sexual content, unprotected sex (not recommended), mirror sex.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
“You think you’re sneaky huh?”
You haven’t even noticed it. The way you are staring at him checking himself out in the mirror.
“I’m sorry?” You apologise. Your voice sounding much weaker than you want it too. Unsteady, shaking almost, but your eyes are still on him, even if it is just through that mirror.
“Don’t worry, y/n. I like when you look at me like that.” Sangwon speaks with a cockiness in his voice that only an idol, a celebrity could have. It is annoying, so annoying that your anger overshadows your embarrassment.
“Excuse me?”, you ask again, much more confident now as you watch the blonde haired singer stand up, suddenly hovering over you.
“You know what I mean. Like this.” He looks you up and down with no shame, eyes remaining on your lips for a second too long before he adds: “like you want to fuck me.”
His hands comfortably rest on his hips, just as his smile rests on his face. That fucking smile. He isn’t just trying to tease you, he is making fun of you. Fun of the fact that you don’t say anything back immediately. His words hit you like a truck, like lightning from above and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. It pains you even more to realise that he could see you blushing because of his words and you don’t want to give him that.
He is not wrong. You have watched him for quite some time now, ever since you were assigned to work with his group a few weeks ago. How could you not? Lee Sangwon is fucking gorgeous. The dangerous cross between soft and pretty and absolutely fucked up - sexy. Oh yes, you have pictured him between your legs before, always telling yourself it’s normal, no harm.
With quick steps, you turn around now, your fingers fumbling with the makeup brushes in your hand, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. You feel exposed, as if he is reading your mind at the very moment and seeing all those forbidden thoughts you’ve been having.
Before you reach the door, his voice sounds again: “See you tomorrow at the dorm, y/n.”, he speaks as if he has already forgotten about all of this earlier.
The next day comes sooner than it should have and you find yourself standing inside of Alphadriveone’s door. You’re not the only stylist, luckily. And you’re already begging for someone else to get assigned to work with Sangwon that day. You secretly even hope you will never have to work with Sangwon again, ever. His voice, his words are still replaying inside of your head. The way they just rolled over his tongue yesterday as if it’s nothing to him. No shame.
“Y/n.” For a moment, you’re sure you’re hallucinating, but then you see him, leaning against his doorframe, the door to his own room.
“Y/n can do my makeup in my room today. The other dressing rooms are all full.”
You feel your heart sinking to your stomach and you ask yourself if Sangwon is actively trying to punish you for the thoughts you’ve been having.
You wish for the possibility that he is just trying to move past moment and there is nothing else you could do anyway. He is in charge, he is the idol.
Your coworker gently pushes you towards his room, whispering a “what are you doing? Go!”, into your back as you move towards him slowly.
His hair is still wet from the shower, and the grin is also back on his lips. Those plump, soft lips.
He has his arms crossed, two fingers tugging on his lower lips as he looks you up and down once again before letting him into his neat room.
“Close the door behind you,” he orders and you obey without hesitation and get to work right away. After placing your equipment on the ground, you start by prepping his face. Your fingers run gentle circles over his soft skin, patting in the toner while his eyes remain close. Good, you think. This way he can’t catch a glimpse of you catching glimpses of his beautiful face. He’d be flawless, if it weren’t for his arrogance.
You wait for a bit for the toner to absorb and that’s when you notice it, his hand. The movements.
“You know”, Sangwon whispers, his voice deep and taunting. “Us guys, we can’t help it sometimes. We simply wake up like this.”. He is referring to the rock-hard boner pressing against the fabric of his pants. You can see its outlines as clearly as if it was already out. His hand was tugged in between his skin and his pants now, softly stroking his length and when you finally look up again, you see him staring at your through the mirror.
His lips are slightly parted, tongue gliding over his lower one as he focuses his gaze on you, increasing the speed in which he is stroking his own cock.
You are entirely out of words but there isn’t anything you’d have to say. This is an entirely inappropriate situation and you know it, you should even report it but how could you when you’re already feeling your legs tingling and drops of your own juices fleeing onto your slip. Your eyes keep wandering up and down between his eyes and his hand jerking himself off at a fast pace now, soft moans finally escaping his lips.
You can’t help but press your legs together unconsciously, rubbing them together for at least some kind of friction and release.
You want to do the same: slip a hand between your legs right now. You need it, you need him, right now but before you are able to touch yourself, he stops you with his other hand.
“No. You like to look at me, to watch, isn’t that right, y/n? So you’re going to watch.”
That’s when he finally pulls out his throbbing cock underneath his pants, without bothering to take them off. His pink tip is leaking precum and he spreads it all over his cock as he strokes it.
Fuck, even his fucking dick is beautiful!, you think to yourself.
You can’t help but bite your lip at this point. You wouldn’t even care if you’d bite it until it would bleed, that’s how badly you need to release the pressure between your legs.
You want to beg him. You want to sit right down on that, but all you could do was stare at him. Stare at the way he is leaning back on his chair as his chest rises and falls heavily.
His head is slightly tilted to his right now, to where you are standing as he looks up at you through his long lashes. He fucks his cock into his hand now, hips buckling up just to show you how he would be thrusting into you.
“I said you’re not allowed to touch yourself. I didn’t say you’re not allowed to speak. Speak Y/n! Tell me how badly you want to fuck me, admit it. And maybe I’ll let you.” Once again, you’re stunned by his level of confidence and his exact knowledge of your thoughts. You’re still frozen in your steps, but your mouth isn’t and you finally let out what you’ve always wanted to tell him:
“Fuck, yes”, you begin. “You know you’re fucking art, Lee Sangwon.”
“That’s not what I want to hear.”, he grunts now through gritted teeth. You struggle at first, but your need for release is bigger. Still, you hesitate.
“If I’m going to cum on my fucking shirt, then that offer is off the table for once and for all, Y/n. Say the fucking words.” Sangwon looks like the devil now. There’s no better ways to put it. The way his eyes have darkened and he stares at you with lust and hunger, ready to devour every single piece of you until you’re ruined for any other man.
“I want to fuck you, Lee Sangwon. I want you inside of me, fuck! I’ve wanted it for so long.” You can’t believe it at first when you hear yourself say those nasty words, but they only make the wetness between your legs that much unbearable.
Sangwon snickers now, his hand finally letting go off his dick and he takes a deep breath. Your heart is beating so fast now, you’re starting to worry, but you’re still staring at him in anticipation, anxious about what he would do next.
There is a moment of silence between the two of you now and you can be certain, he’s making you wait on purpose.
But even Sangwon doesn’t possess such a level of discipline.
“Sit on it.”, he demands.
“Leave the dress on and sit on it.”
You’re embarrassed by how easily you follow his orders because the next thing you know, you’re standing in front of him, ready to sit down when he stops you yet again.
“No, turn around. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror when you bounce on my cock, Y/n.”
He is insane, you think to yourself. He is absolutely, disgustingly insane and you love it.
A grin sneaks onto your lips before you could even notice it and when you do, Sangwon has seen it long before.
He chuckles even. “I knew you’re just as fucked up as I am. I think I’m in love.”, he jokes as he wraps his arms around your torso after you turned around, pulling you onto his lap, his cock now resting between your folds.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Y/n. You know I’d rather eat the fuck out of you right now, but since you just expressed how badly you want me inside your little cunt, who am I to deny you that wish.” He chuckles again, clearly teasing you and you let him, even when you never let anyone do that. Not even your previous partners.
“Just shut up, Lee Sangwon.”, your grunt in attempt to at least regain a grasp of control and he lets you have it for a moment.
You feel his length right there and you can’t help but grind yourself along it with your underwear still on.
Pathetic, you admitted but that alone feels like nothing you ever felt before. Moans escape your lips before you could step them as your rub swollen clit against the tip of his cock, leaving him to groan against your ear. Sangwon isn’t ashamed of any noises he was making. If anything, he is almost louder than you.
His lips are pressing kisses against your neck, a trail wandering down to your cleavage and up again until they’re met with yours. You kiss him like you’ve been starving for him and you have and he has too. His kisses are sloppy, all tongue and sucking and you start matching the speed in which you’re grinding yourself against him to them.
Your underwear is completely soaked now and so is his cock with your juices leaking all over it.
That’s when you can’t stop yourself anymore. You’re too far gone.
You lift yourself from his lap just enough for when you finally grab his cock with your hand, you only need to guide it past your slip right into your entrance. Your juices work like the most delicious and best lube, but you still feel like he’s splitting you in half as you guide him further inside of you, your walls sucking him in.
“Fuck, you’re tight.”, Sangwon can’t help but groan and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment.
“Even tighter than expected.”
“So you have been thinking about fucking me too?”, you attempt to tease him back but your shaky voice is betraying you. Your face is still turned towards him, your lips almost on his but you’re looking into his eyes now and he’s looking back, now that he’s opened them again.
He is grinning, as always.
“Ever since you started working for us”, he answers truthfully and steals yet another kiss.
“Now look.” His finger is pointing in front of you and him, to the mirror and when you follow it, you see yourself.
Your hair is messy from the makeout session, the neckline of your dress and your bra pulled down so your tits are out, nipples hard, cupped by the idol’s soft hands. You’re sitting on his cock, fully now, all the way down and Sangwon is right behind you, triumphant grin on his face.
You could cum just by looking at that. This view, you could certainly never forget. You almost forget to move for a second, just because you are admiring yourself and him behind you so much.
And then you feel him moving, starting to trust into you from underneath, already hitting that ever so sweet spot inside of you.
You start to frown, jaw dropping and you throw your head back. The feeling is unbearable, exhilarating. You start meeting him, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick while still watching yourself, watching the way your tits jiggle and Sangwon watches you too.
His hands are now on your hips, guiding you up and down on his length as you place your head on the desk in front of you. Your movements start to shake the entire thing, so much that some of the makeup falls down.
He’s fucking into you hard now. Not fast, not drilling. Hard and slow and you try your best not to scream. It doesn’t hurt and you feel you want more.
“Faster.. Sangwon..ah.”, you whimper between gasps for air.
“If you want to go faster, go faster.”, he groans behind you and you do as you’re told.
Supporting your weight using your hands on the table you start to ride him properly now, bouncing in his cock, then sitting down on it all the way as you let your hips circle and feel his tip penetrating your g-spot. At this point you don’t care about your coworkers anymore. In fact, you haven’t thought about them ever since you entered Sangwon’s room earlier.
The sloppy sounds of his bare cock sliding in and out of your pussy that is still oozing the sweet nectar the idol is so eager to taste start mixing with your shared moans and whimpers and fill up the entire room but you go even faster, adding the sound of skin hitting against skin.
And now you see the appeal behind watching yourself in the mirror and finally start to understand a bit why Sangwon always does it. You feel both extremely dirty and proud as you watch your fucked out face in the mirror. You look like a porn star. Your hair is falling out of your bun, your tits are bouncing up and down and you’re a whimpering, whining mess by now but Sangwon isn’t doing that much better.
Only that he still looks incredibly flawless. He could shoot a magazine cover like this.
“That’s right, y/n. Keep looking at yourself riding me like that. Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”, he praises, barely able to hold himself back anymore but for now he lets you decide the speed.
It’s not long until you feel your high chasing you and you are already questioning the idol’s stamina until you hear his moans growing louder and more desperate as well.
You want to last longer than him, just for your pride that he has taken from you, but when Sangwon sneaks a hand in front, right between your legs and starts wildly rubbing your clit, you know it’s over.
You throw yourself back against his chest and desperately attempt to continue to ride him like you promised, but your legs are already shaking. Sangwon, now desperate to chase his own high, finally doesn’t hold back anymore. He wraps his arms around you, holding you up a little before he starts pumping his cock inside of you with no mercy, doubling in speed. “Fuck!” You scream out loud.
“Fuck, Look at you, Y/n. So fucking sexy, when you cum for me.” He whispers in your ear, moans still leaving his lips in between his words. He’s buckling his hips up like a drill now and watches as you’re falling into him with no self control left. High pitch moans escaping you without any warning.
“I’m gonna— ah, Sangwonah! Fuck, just like that”. Even a tear escapes your eye, that’s how intense he is fucking into you and you can’t wrap around how he hasn’t reached his own climax yet. All you know is you’re too far gone to hold back on yours and all you feel when the most intense wave of orgasm roll over you, is the way your entire body is giving out and is only held by Sangwon who pushes two, three more thrusts into you before you feel shoots of cum coating your walls.
You’re half lying on the chair now, the both of you. Breathing heavily, sweating and feeling the way Sangwon’s cum is slowly dripping past your folds onto the ground. Your body feels on fire and so does his. Your walls were still squeezing him tightly, now even more than before, milking him dry of any more cum he has to give. It’s so intense, he has to pull out of you, causing even more cum to seep out of your sensitive pussy.
When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is, again, yourself. You look like a mess, but you can’t help but smile, unbelieving of what just happened. The first thing you do is pull up the neckline of your dress, just to cover your breasts. Then you try to get up, but your legs betray you, so you immediately fall back onto Sangwon’s lap.
The idol laughs much calmer now. He almost seems exhausted himself.
“Careful”, he speaks in a soft tone, one arm still wrapped around your body.
“We have to get you ready! We’re already too late.”
You turn towards him now, pointing at the watch on your wrist and Sangwon furrows his eyebrows right away.
“You’re seriously thinking about work now?”, he asks unbelieving and you nod.
“Yes, of course. You’re not?”
“No”, he answers.
“I was thinking about a shower, now. And a second round.”
cw: phone sex, sexworker!sangwon x inexperienced!femreader, use of petnames, masturbating, sangwon is so gentle and a literal angel
find the sequel here.
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The number was only dialed in halfway. Or should you say already dialed halfway?
Still in disbelief, your gaze kept darting from the phone in your right hand and the gift card in your left. A gift from your friend that she claimed to come from the bottom of her heart, but the smile that was plastered to her face as she handed you the silver envelope should have been enough of a first signal.
The second alarm should have rang when you wanted to open the envelope on spot, but she strongly insisted that you should open it when you were at home. "Make sure you‘re alone." She had whispered to you across the table and gave you a playful wink.
Lastly, your birthday was three months ago, there was no holiday happening any time soon. You haven‘t graduated from college yet and you lost your virginity last year to your first boyfriend who left you two weeks after.
There really wasn‘t any occasion to celebrate.
The fancy packaging had you assuming it must have been expensive. The paper of the envelope felt thick, the name of the company spelled out in a white cursive font.
"The gateway to heaven."
From the layout you would have guessed anything, from a fancy restaurant voucher, to a spa coupon or an appointment to get your nails done.
What you didn‘t expect was the 'guide' that came with the voucher inside, accompanied by a short note from your friend that had your mouth dry with every word.
"to my loveliest girl <3
the way you waved even the hottest guys at the bar last week off, got me so sad for you :( the world is waiting for you! pls get laid ^_^ the guys on this line are soo experienced and will bring back your hunger for the deed for sure!
(if you don‘t use it, you‘re wasting my 100$ .. so think about it!!)"
The voucher she gave you was for telephone sex services and it was the last thing you‘d have ever considered doing in your life. To your disappointment, searching up the company on the web indeed confirmed the hilarious price for one session.
You sat in your room for a few minutes in silence. it was true that ever since your last time, you had turned very ignorant towards any type of romance and physical stuff. there was no need to hide the fact that the stunt your ex pulled on you, left you with doubts and an empty void in your heart.
Will a stranger guy be able to make you feel wanted and desired when the only person you ever gave yourself to miserably failed?
"She meant this in a good way." You sighed as your thumb already pressed on the call button, the familiar ringing making your blood rush in your ears.
"Hello, welcome to the gateway to heaven! This is Leo. You have called the service line. Please tell me your membership or voucher number."
You turned around the white card in your hand, slowly reading out the number to the gentle male voice on the phone. after every three digits, there was a hum of approval for you to continue, the low vibration already getting you kind of nervous.
You only reached the service line and you were already sweating in buckets. How on earth was this supposed to go on?
"Thank you so much, your voucher is valid. Please name the angel code of your choice."
"E-excuse me?" You shuffled through the flyers that were spread on your mattress, the sound apparently clear enough to make the service worker giggle.
"There should be a sheet that came with the voucher, listing numbers that are codes for our angels. Just choose one."
You grabbed the paper that had a lot of numbers written on it. from 111 to 999, everything was neatly listed with every meaning written right beside it. All the information and choice felt overwhelming to you, incoherent sounds of stuttering leaving your mouth.
"i-i‘m so sorry, i got this as a gift and it‘s my first time using your services."
Once again, Leo laughed softly with his deep voice. You felt relieved he was taking your clumsy behaviour with humor rather than wondering why an inexperienced person would use this hotline.
"Don‘t worry about it. All of this is not as complicated as it seems. For beginners, I would recommend code 333.“
With your finger on the flyer, you skipped all the way to the top part of the page.
'333 - divine support, encouragement & guidance'
Sounds like something you could work with. Or rather, it sounds like someone who could work with you.
"Ok .. I‘ll go with that choice, please."
"Gladly. I‘ll connect you to your angel. Please stay on line and wait a few minutes."
Before you could speak your thank you‘s to Leo, your call was already on-hold. A soft melody of harpes was playing as you nervously chewed on your fingers.
How was this even going to work? Were you supposed to undress? How was this person going to greet you? Is it a male or a female? Would you be asked to voice your reasonings for this session.
Your fingers kept fiddling with the buttons of your pyjama shirt, undoing and doing them over and over again, unsure of what to do.
The harp music came to an abrupt halt. There was a few seconds of silence before the voice on the other side of the line came through your phone.
"Hello? Are you there?"
With your pyjama shirt halfway open just when you decided (again) you‘d rather keep it closed, you held the phone closer to your lips. You heard your heart hammering against your chest.
"Uh hi. Yes .. yes I am here."
"Oh hi. I‘m Sangwon. What can I call you? Will sweetheart be fine?"
The voice belonged to a male. Soft, gentle, calm, quiet with a hint of a smile. You barely noticed the way it immediately put you to ease, your twitching hand slowly falling to your side.
"That .. sounds lovely."
Sangwon hummed in approval. "Indeed, sweetheart. So is your voice."
A tint of pink colored your cheeks, you felt embarassed at how you didn‘t even know how to react other than a nervous chuckle and a quiet 'thank you' that you hoped would reach the line.
"How are you feeling? Had a beautiful day, I hope?"
You didn‘t imagine this call to start off like the way it currently did. But it was better than you expected, the room already started to feel more cozy rather than tense and you really appreciated that about your 'angel'.
"I did. I met with a good friend and we had coffee. Then she gave me the gift card for your service and I was kind of nervous to call but …"
"Here you are."
"Yeah, here I am."
Feeling guilty at leaving him to leading the entire conversation, you quickly added "I really do like your voice too by the way. It‘s very gentle .. and beautiful."
The male on the other end of the line cooed. "That‘s so cute. Thank you, sweetheart. Then this call will be even more pleasurable since you like the sound of me, right?"
A gaze to the side and you caught yourself smiling as you looked into the mirror. Clearing your throat in embarassement you answered "Y-yes, very much. I already enjoy it a lot."
"Do you live alone, sweetheart?"
"I do."
"Oh, I‘d love to meet you. Spend time with you, get to know you and listen to you talk all night."
The thought of having someone by your side for the night warmed you up more than you thought it would. You had been living alone for a 2 years now and although a very own space was cool, it did get lonely sometimes.
"That sounds really good. I could need some company right now."
"Oh yeah?" If you weren‘t mistaken his voice sounded more playful than before.
"I think I would make a great company. We could do whatever you like. Talk, watch movies, hug if you need to."
"I could need a hug right now."
"I give great hugs. I would hold you as long as you need it, you can curl up in my embrace. I want to play with your hair, maybe plant some soft kisses on your soft skin. Would that be ok for you?"
The way he approached you so carefully gave you butterflies in your stomach. As if you already started crushing on this particular person and you didn‘t even know what he looked like.
It was still a stranger at the end of the line whose face was unknown but he made it feel like you had actually met up in person and he was telling you things that could actually happen.
"Yes, very much. I haven‘t been .. touched like that in a very long time."
"That‘s a shame. But I can make up for that, don‘t worry. Would you tell me what you're wearing right now?"
Your eyes wandered south to your simple pyjama set that you owned for such a long time. If only you had worn something more pretty for this truly angel-like man.
"Oh, it‘s nothing special or pretty. Just my pyjama shirt and the matching pants."
"I‘m sure you look cozy and pretty, all for me." His words tickled your nerves in the best way possible.
"Would you mind opening that shirt for me? Is that ok for you?" There wasn‘t even one bit of awkwardness that you felt at his rather direct request. Everything about Sangwon‘s gentle behavior lulled you into safety. Not sure if that was a good thing thought.
One by one, you undid the buttons of your shirt, your bare skin coming into your sight as you kept your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. With your cheeks still flushed and the shape of your boobs being exposed you had to admit you actually felt pretty. Just like Sangwon said you to be.
"I did.." You told him.
"Good job. I would love to feel your smooth skin right now. Place some more kisses on your belly and up all the way to your chest area."
"That sounds so good.." You mumbled more to yourself than to him but he still caught your words.
"I know right? I want to roam my hands over your body, feel your perfect waist and get my palms full of your boobs."
Perfect? You never thought your body to be anywhere near that .. but if he said so, who were you to decline. The phone was placed on your nighstand with the volume on max, so that you wouldn‘t miss any tone or breather from this ethereal boy.
Your hands rubbed your belly and moved up till both grabbed your boobs. With your eyes closed you imagined bigger, rougher hands to do this touch to you. You sighed at the thought and at the feeling.
"I assume you‘re not wearing a bra?"
"You know girls really really well."
The grin in his voice just couldn‘t be missed "I suppose that‘s true. But I still want to know more of you, sweetheart, feel more of you. Could you shrug that shirt off completely for me?"
The shirt slid off your shoulders easily, more easily than it was to undid the buttons.
"I took it off .. for you."
"Good girl.“
At the new petname, you chewed on your lip. It was your first time, you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together as you let out a nervous and shaky laugher. You felt like a virgin all over again. Clueless of what to do.
"I‘m sure you look breathtaking right now. I really need to make you feel good. If I tell you what to do, would you be able to follow?"
Nodding as if he could actually see it, you answered. "I‘ll try my best."
"Thank you, love. I promise to keep you save all the time so let me know if it gets too much, yeah? Your comfort is very important to me."
"Ok." So this is were the foreplay seemingly ends and you had to admit that it did wonders to you. The room felt much warmer than it did before. Your skin was slightly sticky from your own sweat and needless to mention that you felt an awful burn building up in your core.
"I want you to take off your bottoms and sit up against the headboard. Maybe prop up some pillows so you don‘t hurt your back, ok?"
The way he switched from making requests to giving you commands sparked up excitement inside of you that you haven‘t felt in a very long time. As you were seated in the position he wishes for, pants discarded, you felt raw and exposed .. but not in a negative way.
You liked the thought of being exposed to this beautiful angel.
"I‘m done."
"Very good. You look so cute right now, sitting in your pretty panties on your bed, all ready for me." Sangwon giggled, and you heard him shift as well for the first time since your call.
"I would love to touch your thighs. Starting from your knees, up and down on the insides, so warm, so smooth."
You gulped way too hard and too loud that you were sure you heard that. Following his descriptions, you caressed the inside of your thights. It was hard to ignore the radiating warmth from your center whenever you got dangerously close to it.
"Sangwon .."
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Whenever I get close to my … panties it feels warm."
Sangwon chuckled and if you weren‘t mistaken he let out a soft groan as well, a sound that had you whimpering softly in response.
"You‘re already turned on, aren‘t you? That‘s a great thing, sweetheart. It means you enjoy my company."
"I really do." You answered eagerly.
"I do too, love. Your sugary voice makes me so excited, I can feel some tightness in my pants."
At his bold statement, you felt encouraged to be bold too. You weren‘t always like that. Insecure, hiding and avoidant towards guys. Obviously he enjoyed your company, whether that was played or not, you could be sure that he‘d respond to your openess. This alone gave you a strong feeling of security.
"Would you .. touch yourself with me?"
There was some silence on the other side, so you quickly added "I just think if we did it together, I would enjoy it even more. And if you're already feeling uncomfortable in your bottoms, I-"
"You want to help me? You're saying that you would like to please me too?"
Nodding as if he could see you, you chewed on your lip. You made a mental note to check if there was any videocall option for the next time.
Already considering a next time huh?
"Is the angel you or me?" Sangwons dark chuckle had the heat spreading all over your body like a disease, something where there is only one particular way to get rid of it.
You heard the sound of clothes rustling, the click of a belt being undone, the zoom of a zipper. Your ears sensed these sounds like instruments harmonizing with your shaky breath as the singer. It was just the beginning of the orchestrate of heaven.
Sangwon let out a hiss from the other side of the line. "I need you to take those pretty panties off, sweetheart. Can't leave you waiting any longer."
His voice worked like a sirens, lulling you into obedience. Your undergarment was quickly discarded to the rest of your long-forgotten clothing pieces. What was left was your pulsating heat which was even more prominent to you as the cool blow of air strived your skin. A soft whimper left your throat.
"What do I do, Sangwon?"
"Spread your legs, nice and wide sweetheart. Prop your feet on the mattress, so you're beautifully open for me."
You followed his description as he talked and as you closed your eyes you could swear that you felt the presence of a stunning man lingering in your room.
"I'm ready.."
"You're ready for me? I'm ready for you too, baby. All those little pants and quiet whimpers I'm catching there are too damn sweet. Is it too greedy of me to ask for more?"
"Please tell me how I can give you more of these."
You left your eyes shut, your hands roaming all over your body as you spoke. You craved this male's burning touch more than anything, without even knowing his face.
"Get your pretty little fingers to your clit."
Eagerly, you slid your fingers south, coming in contact with your lower region that was embarassingly soaked. A soft moan rolled from your plush and swollen mouth.
"I'm .. I'm wet."
"Oh, bet you are. Try dragging your fingers along the slit. I promise you, it'll be pleasing, my sweetheart."
As you followed his directions, you almost mewled at the stimulating sensation. Your eyes that were relaxed and closed, squeezed shut. Over and over, you repeated that movement, stroking all the sensitive nerves on your pussy.
Up and down, your chest heaved. Following the pace of your finger. Incoherent sounds left you like a chant while you experimented between sliding and rounding the pads of your fingers against your clit.
"I love those moans, sweetheart. They sound heavenly. I literally have my fist wrapped around my cock and I'm getting myself off to your angelic singing."
At his remark you noticed indeed, that his voice sounded a tiny tad out of breath. There was the faint noise of skin against skin everytime his palm came down to the base of his member. The thought of it had your mouth watering.
"I wish it was your fingers, Sangwon.. They must be longer than mine."
The grin in his answer coulnd't be overheard. "With these noises you're making from your own fingers, I can't imagine what you will sound like when I get my hands on you. I would start off nice and slow, making you fall for me bit by bit. And when you're blushing in the perfect tint of cotton candy, I'll speed it up. My fingers.. they'll glide so easily through your honey sweet cunt."
At this point, your voice was a mix of helplessness and need. You reached down far enough, your hands teasing your own hole as you brushed it with every thrust of your fingers.
Sangwon continued to cloud your mind. "I have to put my fingers to an even better use, baby. Getting your thight hole ready for my cock. How does that sound?"
Again you nod more to yourself than to anyone else, followed by a high-pitched hum of approval. Your arousal was already dripping down your buttcheeks and you were sure that the bedsheets had to be changed after this call.
Thinking of the male's fingers that were as gentle as his voice, you pushed one finger inside of you. The feeling was unfamiliar, having you squirming in slight discomfort.
"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you hurt?"
"I-I just tried to insert a finger, just like you told me you'd do it."
"There there. You're more eager than I thought, baby." You whined at his slightly mocking comment. But exactly this was the factor tugging on your heart, making it pound and race.
"I'm here to guide you, aren't I? Go slowly. You must get used to the stretch. One finger by one, ok?"
"I am sorry.."
"All good, sweetheart. We got this. Follow me. We'll go slow together, yeah?"
The thought of masturbating simultaneously, chasing each others height at the same time had your blood rushing in your ears. You had never felt more exciting in a long time and you never knew how thrilling sexual stimulation could be.
"When you draw your finger back slowly, does it hurt you?" He asked.
You did as you were told, testing the waters. The way your walls clung to your finger still felt new, but it was definitely something you could get used to. "It feels ok." You answered.
"That's good. Repeat that movement. Go back and forth but make sure your little finger is not out entirely. You know what I mean?"
Slowly you eased your finger back inside. For the first few thrusts, you still felt tight but with every move back in you got less tense. Soon you turned back into the whimpering mess Sangwon had made out of you before.
"It feels .. so good."
"Yeah? Good job, baby. I feel so good too, but my dick feels hard. We need to go a little bit faster to take care of that. Can we do that?"
Abso. fucking. lutely.
"Please.. faster." You pleaded him and you were embarassed how your walls spasmed around your single digit.
Sangwon sighed out in relieve. It seemed like he had been waiting for you and your heart sank at the thought that you were truly accompanied in doing this and that he was not lying when he indicated to match your actions.
As he picked up the pace he started panting and groaning softly. It was heavenly to listen to him go while you kept going with pleasuring yourself.
"This is so nice.. aah." Sangwon's moans went straight to your core. "How about you insert a second finger, baby? Spread that beautiful hole and get you open for my cock."
Carefully you slipped in another finger, moaning out desperately as it slid in easily compared to the first. Immediately you were able to pick up the fast pace you had been going for again. The walls of your entrance stretched deliciously and you couldn't help but think of the burn Sangwon's cock would be able to give you. The way it would fill you so much better than two single fingers could ever do.
"I bet you would feel so much better than my hand.." You breathed out, keeping your voice as steady as possible. The sound of Sangwon jerking off, together with his moans stimulated your entire body. Just when you thought his voice was already magical, his lewd noises enchanted you entirely.
"You're making my cravings even worse." He laughed out in between his own groans. "I cannot stop thinking of getting inside of you."
Just as he spoke those words, the pads of your two diggits brushed against your g-spot. The feeling had you yelping as you hungrily repeated your movements of pushing against it, thinking of Sangwon's member drilling into that spot over and over again.
"Oh my god, Sangwon.. right there!"
All of you was given up to the bliss this angel gifted you. The pictures he put inside your mind were vivid. His voice rang through your entire room and with your phone on full volume it complimented the cinematic experience perfectly.
"Yeah? Like that, baby? Hitting the right spots, aren't we?"
"Mhm, yes.. feels so fucking good."
"That's the way, sh-shit. Just keep going. You're getting me close to my height, sweetheart."
This was what you wanted. In this moment you yearned nothing more than to be the one to make Sangwon come. To pleasure him to the point of indescribeable pleasure.
"I-I feel a knot in my belly."
"That's a good sign, baby. That means you're close too. Let's come together, yeah? How does that sound?"
"Yes, god.. please."
You rough movements had caused you to slid down to lay flat on your back. Having the need to be spread open even more, you raised your legs, folding them as close to your body as you could. Your fingers pistoned in an out of your clit, the pleasure overwhelming you as tears formed at the brim of your eyes.
On the other side of line, a mix of curses and exclaims of pleasure could be heard. Whatever he was doing do his cock, it sounded incredibly wet everytime his hand came in contact with his thights. From the rhythm of his claps, you could tell that he was going at simultan rapid pace.
"Sangwon.. I'm so close. I think I'm coming, Sangwon."
From this day on, his name would be your most favorite word to say.
"Me too, baby. The way you say my name is so damn sweet. I'm coming hard.."
The climax reached both of you, just as you wished. Your voices simultanouesly let out one loud and incredibly reliefed moan. Immediately your entire body gave in, your fingers slipping out of your opening, your limps coming down to lay on the mattress flatly.
Sangwon's breath slowly steadied with the seconds passing. Neither of you said a word until a minute later as he giggled in content.
"You good?"
"Mhm, I'm good.." You had to clear your throat that felt dry from the long time it literally hang wide open.
"Did you feel-" "I felt good-"
Another split second of silence as you two spoke at the same time before you errupted into hearty laughers.
"I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for calling. It was my pleasure."
With all the energy you had left over, you rolled on your stomach, grabbing your phone as you checked the time. The call had lasted just around an hour and if you weren't mistaken, you had heard the faint beeping of an alarm clock shortly before your height, before it was shut down instantly. It was hard to swallow down the sour taste of sadness that it was already over.
All kind of thoughts washed over you. What kind of male had a voice as beautiful as his? What was his hair color? His body type? Was this his main job? Did he pursue any other hobbies? You wanted to do anything but hang up on him right now but you also knew that casual chats were not part of his services.
So you remained at what's proper. "T-thank you too, Sangwon! I felt safe with your guidance from the begin to the very end. I would love to experience it all over again.."
"My ears are all open for you, sweetheart. I can't wait for the next time."
"Me neither.. Good night, Sangwon."
"Good night, sweetheart. Don't leave me waiting for too long."
The last sentence had caught you off guard, but before you could answer, the call was already ended.
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The least thing you wanted to do after class was doing even more studies but what wouldn't be done today would also not be done tomorrow.
With the least amount of motivation you scrolled through your search history. The link for the paper you needed just had to be there.
As you emotionlessly scrolled up and down, your eyes cought on the familiar name "The gateway to heaven.". It seemed like all the odds were just against you doing your work.
You clicked on the link, assignments immediately forgotten as the beautiful webpage opened in front of your eyes. The memories as you checked the pricing before the call were still as vivid as the call itself.
All of this happened just a week ago but you still couldn't leave Sangwon and his gentleness out of your mind. Every night, you found yourself picturing what he looked like. Sitting with their webpage wide open in front of your eyes had you questioning why you didn't think of looking it up right there. But as this was just a telephone service, they must keep their workers anonymous.
So you thought.
Several clicks took you to the page "Angels". The angel numbers or codes, as the Leo guy had told you on the phone, were listed from 111 to 999 with pictures underneath, and a short description of their services right beside it.
The pictures showed no faces (of course). But it was a clear full body shot, lights playing in a way for the shadow to aesthetically cover the details of their visages. As you scrolled further down you halted at 333, gulping at the image in front of you.
Sangwon was a slim guy. The shape of his head as small as a fist, his waist perfectly curved that would make every person green of envy. Some of the other angels were shirtless but Sangwon wore a tight fitted, white long sleeve. His face was angled sideways, the tip of his nose visible, its shape as straight as it was sharp, just like his jawline. The wings he wore as a prop could very much be real and if someone told you they were, you'd have 100% believed it.
You slumped back into your chair, your eyes unable to withdraw from the only image of Sangwon you could ever have. This was the male that guided you through the best sexual experience of your life you would probably ever have. All of that without even touching you.
He filled your entire mind, left you done yet already hungry for more.
There was only one way to still this craving - another 100 bucks.
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authors note: i enjoyed writing this so so much althought it was quite a bit challenging for me because i am not used to writing this much conversation which was inavoidable for this one. i really hope i executed it well. i feel like this could be a series! i will do another one for leo for sure. if you have any idea which number to assign to leo or the ald1 members, pls let me know in the comments or in my asks.
