03 ☆ Don't Take My Breath Away
I'll Take What I Can Get - Choi Yeonjun
Choi Yeonjun and Lalima Menon have been friends for far too long for Yeonjun to still have this pathetic, all-consuming crush on her.
And when Lalima asks Yeonjun to be her first kiss, of course he jumps at the chance. All he has to do is pretend he doesn't jerk off to photos of her every night, that he isn't hopelessly enamoured with her and everything will be fine. Right?
Neither of them realise it's the beginning of… something… that could change their lives forever. For the better or worse, his life is inextricably entwined with Lalima, and reason knows how long he can hold on before the sight of her breaks him.
— a slow burn friends to lovers with smut
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whatever, i don't know, i wanna hug you i'm gonna bit your lips, will you keep playing with me? it tickles, how far will you go? i wanna stay like this til morning
☆ KISS ME - DPR LIVE
Lalima wakes up to Yeonjun snoring in her ear.
Sometime through the night, he had pulled off his cardigan and she had ended up with her limbs splayed over the bed, and still Yeonjun clung to her. His head sat heavy on her shoulder, her arm numb under him and his face squished into the soft, brown skin between her armpit and collarbone. Hooked into the belt loop of her jorts is his thumb, the rest of his hand spread possessively over the heart cutout at her right pelvic bone.
"Limabean?" Yeonjun's eyes are puffy with sleep, a cute pout puckering his lips that had drool dried on a corner. He doesn't seem as nonplussed as she feels. He starts unravelling himself from her side then decides against it immediately, flopping his head back onto her shoulder. "Limaaa let's not get up yet, so cozy here."
"Okay Juni, but you know I'm a rotisserie chicken. My arm is dead and I wanna turn around."
Not bothering with a reply, he moves her so her back is flush with him. Lalima gasps softly at the sudden contact, skin sizzling when his hand falls to rest at her belly. Her head is supported by his arm and she is very much cognizant of the bare skin meeting above both of their tank tops.
She thinks she should protest the position they were in but can't find the words, or the reason, to do so. It's not like they were strangers to physical contact, this is just a new form of it for them. Yeah, that's it. Yeonjun and I just unlocked a new, totally normal, super best friend cuddle. He's warm and comfy so what's the harm?
They lay there for a while, Yeonjun's snores tickling the hair at Lalima's ear, and her dozing in and out of consciousness. She was in that lovely dream space where she was kind of awake and kind of asleep. Peculiar half-dreams about arms twining and hips meeting twist through her mind, until finally she's jostled awake by Yeonjun's movements.
"You up sweetheart? I'm gonna shower, you take your time getting up and I'll have your stuff ready for you. That pack of undies I got you is in the bottom drawer, and take anything else you need too."
"Ohh so thoughtful Juni! Careful, people might see through your playboy persona and realise you're a softie after all."
"Noooo, whatever will I do without the approval of strangers!" Yeonjun shakes his fist to the sky in mock-outrage, eliciting a chuckle from her.
He leaves to shower then, making sure to stay turned away so she doesn't notice the raging boner tenting his jeans. There's a reason he's always up first in the morning when they share the bed. Yeonjun is incapable of letting go of the divine experience that is bedding with Lalima, but last night tested him at a totally new level. If the curse of having the woman of his dreams wrapped in his arms is this embarrassing boner, then so be it; as long as she doesn't have to witness the results of his pitiful infatuation.
They get ready slowly. Lalima uses the purple eyeliner she had stashed in his bathroom forever ago to draw wings on her eyes and then makes Yeonjun sit down and gives him eyeliner too. There were so many things in Yeonjun's room that were for her, little spaces everywhere where she could store her things and take from his. He had even bought a few tank tops specifically for her in the cut and length she likes, and it was one of those that she pulled on after her shower.
And then they were off, chatting idly as Yeonjun drives, then perusing the market's fresh produce for their favourite fruits and crackers, and finally arriving at a lovely park. Yeonjun sets out the picnic rug by the pond and under a tree, in a cozy section where there isn't much foot traffic.
"Picnic was such a good idea Juni." Lalima nods appreciatively at the spread before them. There were strawberries to dip in caramel sauce, crispy red grapes, cherries sitting by pineapple pieces and oranges that Yeonjun is in the middle of slicing. "Fuck, whoever invented fruit deserves the sloppiest toppy."
"Haha, you're gonna suck god's dick? Or the universe's?"
"Yup, I am fully committed and you will not catch me lacking on the Suction Three Thousand TM when it comes to the fruit inventor."
"Oh yeah, says the virgin," he exclaims with an incredulous grin. "You're ridiculous, it's like you have to say a minimum of seven outta pocket shit daily or you'll explode."
"Mmm you love it. I won't explode though, just turn to dust and be swept away by the wind."
Yeonjun raises his eyebrows at her antics and she just pokes out her tongue in response. She grabs a slice of orange and shoves it in her gob, moaning with delight at the flavour and he zeroes in on the sound. There's juice dripping down her fingers that she laps up with kitten licks and for the second time today, Yeonjun finds himself counting his blessings.
Ridiculous! How does she make a fucking orange look so good? I must be a pervert the way I wish I was fruit right now.
He feasts with her, popping cherries into his mouth and munching on pineapple; but all the while he's tuned in on her mouth. The tinted colour she usually wears is replaced by the staining of fruit, and he's utterly enchanted by the way her lips wrap around a strawberry, teeth crushing into it then nibbling around the stem.
Oranges are his favourite thing to watch her eat though. Yeonjun had cut them into sixths, the way she likes, so she can fit an entire slice into her mouth and rip off the flesh with a slurping sound that might make someone else clutch their pearls, but just makes him drool imagining it was his shoulder she was taking a bite out of, or his heart.
He accepted a long time ago that he has… issues… when it comes to Lalima's mouth.
Issues, as in his specific fascination with watching her eat. It's not a purely sexual preoccupation, but something more spiritual, if the dreams he has are anything to go by. Sometimes those dreams are of Lalima crunching into a tiny Yeonjun as if he's a honey-macadamia nut, other times it's her ripping his leg off and tearing into it like a crazed beast – other times again, it's of her curled up in his embrace and gnawing on his biceps.
Spiritual fascination as it is, his favourite dreams are when Lalima is sitting in his lap, chest-to-chest, drooling onto his neck and leaving bruises shaped like teeth marks at his pulse points as he rocks into her pussy softly.
Yeah, maybe 'issues' doesn't cut it, but at this point he doesn't care. Lalima doesn't need to know what kind of freak I am.
"Something on my face?"
"Nah, just glad you're enjoying our hunter-gatherer breakfast." Yeonjun pats the space beside him, and Lalima shuffles on her butt to sit next to him.
"Bro what are you on about, as if we had to scavenge the woods for this shit."
"Welllll, you hunted down the best fruit and I gathered the best crackers. I'm pretty sure it counts, unless you're a hater and wanna put me in a box for not huntering-gathering-ing the way you want me to." He clutches his hands to his heart, pretending to be outraged and fanning his face dramatically. "Huh? Is that it, you just hate me and think I'm a loser?"
She laughs, eyes scrunching up humorous disbelief. "Juni my love, no matter how hard you deny it, you are in fact ridiculous and a loser. We really are two peas in a pod, huh? All this talk about me and my outta pocket lines, as if you're any better."
With a darling grin sent his way, she slides herself down the picnic rug to lay on her back. Yeonjun clears their feast away into containers he had brought from home, then sidles down to join her. His arm is pressed against her again, the back of her hand just grazing his and sending little tremors of electricity racing up his skin.
Lalima notes it too.
Since leaving his bed this morning, she had been thinking about how his arms were so warm and strong around her, how he and his sheets smelled like the spicy, oud perfume she got him for Christmas - and right now like the powdery sandalwood scent she gifted him on his birthday - the way she had woken up to his hand at the skin of her pelvis.
It certainly was a new venture in their friendship. Not an unwelcome one, and neither was it uncomfortable - just unfamiliar.
They see each other at least once a week, either at Yeonjun's dance studio as he tightens up a choreography and Lalima writes her fantasy novel, or at one of their houses to play games and watch a movie, or on long road-trips to exciting new places. All that time together and there were lines they hadn't crossed because it wasn't conducive to their friendship. Or simply because it never came up; there just wasn't ever a reason for them to cuddle when they both have big beds so why would they?
Last night felt right, though, like a natural progression in their dynamic. No need for big hurrah about something that just makes sense.
"Dude. We should cuddle more. Only if you're okay with it, of course. Dunno about you, but I had a great time, I wanna cuddle all my friends. I wish I could cuddle Ember but she's not big on physical touch. Do you think cuddling releases sleep hormones or something? I slept so good."
"Yeah happy hormones, I think oxytocin? Or serotonin or dopamine or something, one of those I'm pretty sure. I feel like I remember reading an article about how cuddling helps de-stress and increase happiness, but don't quote me on that. And yes, I'm very much comfy with it. What are friends for if we can't help each other de-stress?" He turns his head to her, reassuring her by giving her hand a squeeze. "Matter of fact, come here, let's watch the clouds for a bit."
And just like that, Lalima finds herself pressed into Yeonjun's side as they sit up against the tree that dapples them in sunlight. His arm is around her shoulders, fingers clasped on her forearm. The rustling grass and ducks splashing in the pond paint a lovely picture for them as they laugh and disagree on what outlandish shapes the clouds are making.
Yeonjun feels so at peace, reminded by the universe that this is what life truly is about. What is the point of it all, if you can't just sit in the sun with a dear friend, belly full of fruit and a lovely breeze stirring your hair.
Ah. This is it. The perfect moment. Okay, Yeonjun, you got this.
Yeonjun looks to her, smiling softly when she meets his gaze. It feels strange to be able to look right at her face for so long and he eats up the sight of her. Piercings glinting on her nose and lips, the pretty little mole on her cheekbone, eyes gleaming with the light of a thousand stars. The brown of her skin glows a little golden as the sun shines on it, and Yeonjun feels as though he must have done something incredible in his past life to be able to see this ravishing sight.
She is equally awestruck. Yeonjun's eyes pierce into her soul, drinking her in like she does him.
Tenderly, he lifts his hand to cup her face. His voice is a touch ragged when he says; "Lima. I'm gonna kiss you now. Is that okay with you?"
Lalima shivers softly when Yeonjun circles his thumb on her cheek. Instead of answering, she tilts her head and meets his lips with the sweet press of her own, eyes fluttering shut and a soft sigh leaving her.
Yeonjun tastes like the fruit salad they just had, sweet from the cherries and a touch tangy from the pineapple. His hand is fiery on her skin, gently swiping his thumb over her cheekbone.
So this is what kissing Yeonjun feels like.
Lalima's melting with warmth, a silken hum drawn out her when Yeonjun slides his hand from her cheek to the back of her neck. She pulls away just a fraction, unsure what to do other than just touch their lips together, but Yeonjun is determined to make the most of his blue moon's chance.
He chases after her mouth with another soft peck - a lewd, wet sound floating in the air between them when he releases the kiss. Nudging his nose with her's in an bunny kiss, and that's where he *meant *to end it. But then he gets greedy… hopelessly greedy.
Gently, he curls his finger into the hair at the nape of her neck and then tightens his grip - firm enough for her to feel it, but not so much that it could hurt. He pulls her head back languidly, with just enough pressure for her lips to part in a tiny 'o' that is going to haunt his wet dreams for the rest of his life.
Reason save me… Yeonjun just can't help it.
He surges into her — a hushed whimper escaping his throat in tandem with Lalima's breathy hum that borders on being a moan, killing any thought of self-restraint. Nipping at her lower lip with his teeth, he trembles at her hand flying to his chest and bunching up his shirt, and drags her closer, closer, closer still, to him.
Lalima's brain has completely emptied. She can't think of anything else other than Yeonjun's fingers in her hair, sending a delectable tingle all over her scalp and down her spine; the wet heat of his mouth, demanding and adoring at the same time; of his tongue tracing against her lips, teasing her own tongue just by the tip but never overwhelming her.
She pants hopelessly when he takes just a moment to pull her onto his lap - propriety be damned - and gasps when he plants a covetous hand at her hip. His thumb finds that blessed heart cutout in the denim and presses into her skin with the same fervour he applies to his kiss.
This woman is going to be the fucking end of me. I will never, ever recover from today.
It was just too much.
A wretched sob shakes his shoulder, muffling in her mouth, when he feels her plush ass shift on top of his thighs. His jeans grow tighter at the the zip, and he knows if he doesn't stop now, he'll have awkward questions to answer.
Just as the thought passes his mind, Lalima throws her arms around him. Palms sliding flat over his back and soaking in the warmth exuding off him, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders when he squeezes her close. The magnificent curves of her breasts are crushed against his chest and he's this close to crying from the ecstasy of it all.
Never in his life would he have thought his wildest dream could become reality like this, that it would even more enchanting than he imagined.
"Lima…" Before he could swallow it, her name floats out of him as a needy sigh. Fuck me dead, how am I supposed to be normal after this? Her ass is so fucking thick on his thighs, set so close to his humiliating boner already at half-mast, and he fights the urge to grab her, to learn for himself how little of her ass he can fit into his hands.
As much as he wishes otherwise, he can't stay like this forever. She can't find out how desperately he needs her.
He flits his mouth away from her lips, grazing his nose against her cheek and planting a peck there. Yeonjun presses his forehead against her's, throat stinging with longing as they pant to get their breath back, and Lalima's face is hot with the blush staining her face. Her hands stay clasped around his neck.
Slowly, he untangles his fingers from her hair. He circles his other thumb just once at the skin right before her hip meets her thigh, and lays that hand on her knee instead.
His gaze is reverent when he meets her's, bordering on pious as it drops to the precious little mole on the tip of her nose, to her defined cupid's bow… he's already dreading pretending he thinks of her as only a friend.
Yeonjun can't tell her that though, so her cracks a smirk for her - ever the charmer. "How's that for our first kiss?"
Lalima drops her hands away from Yeonjun's neck. "That was… Well not that I have anything to compare it too, but that was incredible. I'm… To be honest I had imagined just a kiss, I didn't expect all this. But it was really nice. Genuinely though, how do people get any work done when they could be doing this instead?"
"Well… not to brag, but most people don't kiss like I do. No, I'm definitely bragging. People don't have to worry about getting distracted from work because it's not me waiting for them at the end of the day."
"Oh, is that so?" Her tone is dry and sarcastic, face purposefully neutral to bug him. "Thank goodness for your generosity, if it wasn't for you keeping your precious lips under strict lock and key, the economy would have crashed already."
He bobbles his head in a prudent nod. "It's a hard life for those blessed like I am with perfect snogging skills. With great power comes great responsibility and all that."
"Haha shut up Jun, you're so annoying. Here I was telling myself you're the perfect first kiss candidate 'cuz you wouldn't be weird about it. My fault for not foreseeing that you'd be a cocky bastard instead."
"Well that you know I can't help. Um… was I the right candidate?" He's nervous all of a sudden, worrying that she would finally pick up on his affection for her, or that he tried too hard and overwhelmed her.
Lalima, not inundated with overthinking like he is in that moment, realises she is still sitting on his lap and slips off, leaving her legs thrown over his and leaning against the tree once more.
"Of course you were, Jun, who else could it have been?"
A thrill of satisfaction lights Yeonjun's muscles up at her words. He doesn't mean to puff up with pride but… Who else could it have been…
"If you're happy then I'm happy. I'm gonna hold you to you banh mi offer though."
She gives him a mock-salute, mouth twisting up into a grin. "Yessir! Extra pate and carrot too baby, I gotchu. But hey… sorry to kiss and dash Jun but can you take me home in halfa? I have hella chores to do."
"Half an hour right? Then cuddle me. I'm tryna get that oxytocin before you go." And once again she slips in his arms, breathing in his sandalwood perfume.
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