pairing: wyatt x fem!reader
warnings: unprotected sex, oral female receiving, sir kink, office sex, wyatt's in love, wyatt's a sweetheart
word count: 1.3k
taglist @skzdreamz
You’re sitting in your office, it’s already dark outside but you have plenty of work to do still. And aside from that your boss is still in his office as well, you are not allowed to leave until he does. Perks of being his assistant.
The street lights outside turn on and a soft sigh leaves your lips, your phone rings and you pick up “Y/n? Can you order some food? Just get whatever you like” the low voice of your boss fills your ears “Do you want anything specific sir?” you ask with a soft smile, he might give you some killer hours on the job but he does take care of you. Just not in the way you really want him to. “I could go for dumplings but if you aren’t in the mood for that it’s okay if you order anything else.”
The lift opens and you pay the delivery man, he gives you a bag and you thank him with a bow. You walk towards the office of your boss and you knock gently “Come in Y/n” you open the door and your boss is sitting behind his desk, his black hair is a mess, it was styled when the day started but now loose strands are hanging everywhere and you can see in his eyes that he is tired. “I got your food sir” you smile and put the bag down, you take out his dumplings and his favourite burger. You put it down in front of him together with his drink, you want to walk towards the door to go eat your food at your own desk but he stops you by grabbing your wrist “You don’t have to call me sir anymore, you can just call me Wyatt” he smiles “And eat with me, you’ve been on your own for quite some time” you nod and sit down in front of his desk, you take out your own burger and wrap it open. “Thank you” Wyatt stands up from his desk and walks to one of his bookcases, he opens a cabinet revealing a small cooler and he takes out a soju bottle “You want some?” he looks at you, you nod with a soft smile “Thank you sir” you bite your lip “Um Wyatt” he chuckles and sits back down, he pours two glasses and you raise your eyebrow “I’m supposed to pour them” he smiles and slides one your way “But I’m keeping you here a lot of nights, I’m just repaying a small bit” he smiles and raises his glass, you raise yours as well and throw it back, the alcohol burning slightly in your throat. It doesn’t go unnoticed that this is your favourite flavour, peach.
“How are you and the boyfriend?” Wyatt rolls up his sleeve and he takes a bite of his burger, you shake his head “We broke up a couple months ago” Wyatt swallows his food “Oh god, I’m sorry” you shake your head and take another shot “It’s all good now” you smile softly, it’s nice that Wyatt even remembered, you didn’t get that feeling a lot at places that you worked, the feeling that you are seen and heard.
“I didn’t like him anyways” Wyatt puts his burger down “The fact he made you cry a lot, didn’t show up for dates” he shakes his head and takes a sip of his soda “No man would ever treat you like that” you look up at your boss, your eyes wide, you thought no one noticed. “I for sure wouldn’t treat you like that” a piece of food gets stuck in your throat and you cuff, your cheeks turn red and you start sipping your soda to help the piece go down, did he really just say that? You look up at Wyatt, he has an amused look in his eyes but also something more.
You get up to throw the empty bag and wrapping papers away, you turn around and bump into Wyatt’s chest, you can feel his muscles through his clothes. You look at him, his cologne fills your nostrils giving you an instant comforting feeling. The cologne is warm and smoky, it’s making your mind hazy. Wyatt walks closer to you and you step backwards, until you are with your back against the wall. He puts one hand next to your head and leans closer to your face “I meant what I said, I would treat you good” you can feel his breath on your lips “Even better than good” you don’t hesitate when you lean forward and press your lips against his, he’s surprised by your sudden action but he kisses you back without thinking about it any more. His hands find their way to your hips and he pulls you against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, the feeling of his lips against yours feels amazing, like you’re kissing a cloud. It’s as if fireworks explode inside your stomach, Wyatt places his hand on your cheek. He breaks the kiss and he looks at you, lust is in his eyes but you can see a sliver of something else. Wyatt caresses your cheek he smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead “I’ve been waiting for this for so long” he pulls you towards the desk “The way you greet me every morning, the way you call me sir” he smiles and presses a soft kiss on your lips “Do you know what it does to me when you call me sir?” you shake your head blushing slightly “It gives me butterflies and it makes me hard” You chuckle softly and you take a step back “Is it making you feel butterflies when I do this?” you take off your shirt and Wyatt nods “Even more than that” Wyatt follows, he takes off his blouse and your eyes go towards his abs right away, he is very well toned, your hand goes towards his sixpack, tracing the lines, Wyatt places his hand over yours and he kisses it.
Wyatt lifts you up and puts you down on the desk, he is pressing kisses in your neck. Both your clothes are on the floor, you have your hand wrapped around Wyatt’s member, you stroke it gently, soft groans leave his lips. He leaves marks all over your body and he lays you down, lining himself up at your entrance. He gently pushes in and you moan loudly, he moans softly in your ear.
You look at Wyatt and give him a nod, he starts thrusting gently and you moan, the feeling is overwhelming you feel him deep inside your stomach “Fuck” you moan softly “You feel amazing Y/n” Wyatt groans and he looks at it “Fuck sir” you moan loudly, Wyatt his mouth drops “Say that again baby” you moan and throw your head back “Sir!” Wyatt can’t help himself and he reaches his climax. You can feel him fill you up, you moan at the feeling, Wyatt pulls out “Fuck baby” he presses a kiss on your lips “Now it’s your turn” he goes down on his knees and he spreads your legs. He starts pressing kisses on your thighs closer to your heat, he presses a kiss on your clit and starts sucking gently, you moan loudly. Wyatt hooks his arms around your thighs and holds you tightly in place, you want to try to get away because the feelings get all too intense, a knot forming in your stomach. “Fuck, sir fuck” you moan loudly, Wyatt pushes one finger inside of you and you moan, he starts moving his finger and you grab his hair “Cum for me baby girl” you start moaning louder and Wyatt starts sucking your clit again taking you over the edge. Wyatt licks his finger and comes back up to give you a kiss “I’m so happy this happened” he smiles brightly, you nod and give him a kiss “I am too.”
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, Rough sex, Power dynamics, Slight degradation, Praise kink, strength kink, Overstimulation, Manhandling, Desperation, Begging, Possessiveness, minor impact play, Controlling behavior, Mutual obsession
Hyojin
Hyojin fucking loves when you ride him — probably a little too much. He’ll lie back at first, hands lazily resting on your thighs, just watching you bounce on his cock with that soft, worshipful look that makes your whole body burn. Every shaky breath you take, every whimper you let out, he’s drinking it in, moaning low and whispering filthy little encouragements like he’s trying to get you even wetter for him. He’ll let you set the pace, let you think you’re in charge — until you’re getting close. That’s when he snaps. His fingers dig hard into your hips, grip bruising, and he starts thrusting up into you with rough, desperate movements, like he can’t fucking stand not being the one wrecking you. His soft moans turn into ragged, broken groans, hips slamming up until you’re crying out, clenching around him. He wants you on top — but only so he can watch you fall apart first, before flipping it all in his favor and fucking you until you’re begging him to stop.
Changyun
Changyun doesn’t actually like being ridden — but he’ll let you try like he’s humoring you, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips as you climb onto him, totally unaware of how fast he’s about to ruin you. The second you start moving, his hands clamp down on your thighs, holding you exactly where he wants you. He controls everything — the pace, the depth, the way your body bounces helplessly on his cock. He drags you down slow and deep, filthy, brain-melting thrusts that make your legs tremble and your nails dig into his skin. His breaths are sharp, rough curses slipping from his mouth when you clench around him — but if you even think about speeding up or taking more without permission, he’s yanking you down hard, muttering something dirty against your skin just to make you whimper and fall apart even faster. With Changyun, you’re nothing but a pretty toy in his hands — used, wrecked, and made to take everything he gives whether you’re ready for it or not.
Seungjun
Seungjun loves when you ride him — loves seeing you all pretty and desperate on top of him, clinging to his shoulders like you can’t handle how good he feels. But don’t think for a second he’s giving up control. His hands stay steady on your hips, guiding your rhythm with subtle strength, making sure every slow grind, every shaky bounce is exactly what he wants. His voice is like velvet, full of soft groans and gasps that hit a little higher when you hit just the right angle, sweeter than you ever expect from someone so big. He praises you through it, murmuring in that low, wrecked tone, “That’s it, baby… just like that… fuck, you’re so good for me.” Every time you move, you can feel how much he’s savoring it, how he’s still steering the whole thing from underneath, letting you think you’re in control when really, he’s the one making you fall apart one perfectly timed thrust at a time.
Wyatt
Wyatt hates being ridden — not because he doesn’t want you on top, but because the second you’re straddling him, he refuses to give up even an ounce of control. His hands lock on your hips the moment you sink down on his cock, holding you there, using you to fuck himself deep inside with ruthless, punishing thrusts that make you claw at his chest for balance. You’re gasping, legs shaking, trying to ride him the way you want, but it’s hopeless — he’s not giving you the chance. His grunts are deep and sharp, his voice a rough growl against your skin when he rasps, “Take it. Take all of it.” Every time you try to lift yourself off or slow down, he just slams you back down harder, like he’s determined to break you open on him until you can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t do anything but sob his name. Wyatt doesn’t give a fuck who’s technically on top — once you’re there, you’re just his to wreck however he damn well pleases.
Minkyun
Minkyun needs you riding him — needs it like he’s starving for you. From the second you settle on top, he’s falling apart, hands trembling as they roam your body, pulling you down closer like he can’t stand even an inch of space between you. His moans come quick and high, little gasps and desperate whimpers spilling from his lips every time you grind down against him. His body’s hot and tense under yours, his hips twitching up instinctively even when he’s too wrecked to keep a real rhythm. Sometimes he’ll mumble your name, soft and broken like a prayer, his eyes wide and glassy, begging you without even meaning to. The more you tease him, the worse it gets — until he’s shuddering under you, gripping at you like you’re the only thing keeping him together. Minkyun doesn’t want to control a damn thing — he just wants to be ruined by you, over and over, until he can’t even remember his own name.
U
Yuto loves when you ride him — but he’s not about sitting back and letting you do whatever you want. The second you straddle him, he’s pulling you flush against him, chest-to-chest, one hand at your waist and the other cradling the back of your head so you can’t pull away. His cock fills you so perfectly it almost hurts, and he’s thrusting up into you in slow, filthy rolls of his hips, groaning rough against your ear. Every move is deliberate, deep, like he’s trying to fuck himself into your soul, not just your body. His voice is desperate but low, whispering brokenly, “Stay close. Fuck, stay with me, baby…” every time he feels you clench tighter around him. His pace matches yours perfectly, building slow and dirty, stretching out the pleasure until you’re shaking in his arms. Yuto doesn’t want to see you ride him — he wants to feel you, own you, bury himself so deep you’ll never forget the way he made you fall apart for him.
They like it when you lay your head on their lap and...
(Smut under the cut)
💫 Suck them off 💫
SF9:
Rowoon - you stroke his clothed member until he pulls it out for you.
Chani - he sits on the sofa wearing no pants or briefs and pats his own thigh once you spot him there.
Monsta X:
Hyungwon - likes to pamper you and get pampered at the same time. His fingers on your scalp, your tongue on his tip.
Jooheon - you love his thighs and his thick cock is too close to ignore it.
A.C.E:
Yuchan - it's true that you all started innocently but he was only in his boxers and his dick got hard.
ONF:
Seungjun - you all were just talking but he couldn't help staring at your mouth, slowly getting mesmerized. "Babe, can you do me a favor?" he asks massaging himself through the fabric.
A/N: warning really long post , smut. High chance out of character writing and portraying . Also, I wrote this with a sudden spark in my head, so I did not bother aka I am lazy to change the wordings to gender neutral this time. Sorry about that, and I hope you enjoy this long-awaited Seungjun version for First Time series .
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Maybe you and Seungjun have known each other since you're young, you two are neighbours, and both of your households are just a few steps away . Both of your family members are on good terms. And you have had a crush with him ever since high school. (But you couldn't bring yourself to tell him about it)
Quick setting of the story will be:
You and Seungjun join the same dance club as both of you share the same passion towards dancing. You two have just graduated from the same university . You are currently job hunting and relaxing after the hectic life of completing your thesis. Taking things slow.
You expect Seungjun to have the same pacing in life, but to your surprise, recently, your family member shared that Seungjun will be heading to the military to serve his duty.You also confronted Seungjun (not in an aggressive manner), he confirmed the news was true. He will be joining the camp 4 months later.
Fast forward to 1 month before Seungjun joins the camp. Your parents and Seungjun's parents went out to a 5 days trip. His sisters are not in either. You told Seungjun that you are lonely and bored at home, a solid reason for you to hang out at Seungjun's home during day time.So you thought...
"Seungjun-ah, why did you decide to serve the military at this timing?" You asked the young man sitting at the opposite couch while petting Vell, Seungjun's family pet dog, which was sitting in your lap.
"Why suddenly ask?" Seungjun questioned you back while his fingers were busy tapping on the controls from table tennis game app on his phone.
Seungjun continued with a chuckle, "Is someone going to feel lonely when I am gone for 2 years? Bt the way, you better hone up your Mario Kart skills when I am gone. It is a bore when you are bad at it."
"Ummm...Won't your girlfriend be sad?" You raised the question.
His fingers stopped. And he raised his head,adjusting the position of his eyes so that they were fixed on your face. "My girlfriend? Who? Since when?" Seungjun raised one side of his eyebrow in disbelief.
You can not believe your ears, and you retorted, "Soomin in our dance club? You are quite friendly with her, so I thought..." You started firmly but end up lowering your voice more and more.
"She is not my girlfriend, I don't have one." There was no hesitation in his voice. He was telling the truth. "But,..."
"But?" You repeated.
"I am thinking of completing my military serving period first before I confess to someone I really like." Seungjun's eyes moved back to his phone screen when he confessed.
Seungjun has a crush on someone? That is something you do not know of! Was it someone from dance club? Or was it someone else back in university?
"I don't want them to wait for me blankly, and..."
"And...?"
Seungjun let out a sigh, put away his phone, and looked at you again with a serious look, "I don't know if they feel the same way as I do."
You don't know how to react, and you could feel your cheeks getting red. It must be due to you failing to tease him. Definitely not because of his handsome face and intense eyes staring at you. "So, who is the lucky person? It must be Soomin, right?" You avoided his gaze and turned to Vell.
"Now that's odd. Why do you keep thinking it was her Y/N ah? I am equally friendly with the membersin dance club." Seungjun voiced out his doubt. "As if you are trying to make a match out of Soomin and me..."
You can only awkwardly laugh and denied it.
"You are jealous of her, aren't you..."
"No, I am not." You quickly cut him off, but you still could not bring yourself to look at him while talking. "There are rumours between the dance club members..." You tried to brush it off with excuses.
Without a word, Seungjun pushed himself up from the couch he was sitting and walked towards the couch you were sitting.
You panicked as he sat beside you, closing the distance between you two. Out of instinct, you jolted up with Vell in your arms. Because of your sudden actions, it startled Vell a little, so it jumped off from your arms.
As you are standing up now, you get to see Seungjun's expression. It was the expression you hate. He has that smirk on his face. It's his "I won" face. In just milliseconds, you understood that he was clearly enjoying teasing you. You were already his prey before you knew it.
"That's not nice of you." You pouted.
"Same here." He retorted while smiling.
You know there will be no progress like this, so you changed your tone while sitting back beside him. " ok, seriously. Why chose to admit in a hurry?"
"Like I said, it is because I don't want the person I like to wait for me. " Seungjun's words felt sincere.
Your heart sank. So he really has someone in mind huh, you thought to yourself. You wanted to say something, but you ended up muttering a weak , "I see..."
You don't have the courage to pry further about the person he likes, but you thought to yourself, 'Can I really let him go just like that?'
The answer is definitely no. A big no. You can still play it cool if it was Soomin. But now, not knowing who the person is was causing insecurity to suffocate you even more. A train of thoughts runs in your head, and you broke the silence by dropping a bomb,
"Seungjun, let's do it."
"Huh??" Seungjun was baffled. He got even more so when you start shifting your position, making an attempt to straddle him.
"Hey!" He exclaimed, grabbing your wrists, trying to stop you. "Y/N!" He called out your name,hoping it will pull you back to senses.
"You've been acting weird since a while ago!" Seungjun pushed you away. "Asking about me having a girlfriend or whatnot, you never used to care about that..."
After a few trials, knowing that you can't win against him by force, you eventually gave up. You sat on his knees wearily, and both of your hands fell on your lap. Seungjun's large hands were still grabbing onto your wrists, but his grip was now much loosened.
Should you say something? Brushing it off as a joke? Or maybe run back with all your night now without leaving a word?
Breathing heavily with your head lowered, you were at the verge of crying. You couldn't tell it was due to regret of doing something reckless or the sadness because Seungjun was pushing you away. Now that you have done it, will you be losing him for good ? You could feel his eyes locked on you, observing you.
(You did not notice Seungjun clicked his tongue out of frustration and he shifted)
While you were occupied in your mind, you felt yourself being pushed down, and your back came in contact with the couch seat cushion. Before you can do anything (or even say anything), your lips were sealed by the young man who was pinning you down.
Passionately, Seungjun nibbled, sucked and left a few pecks on your lips. It was not rough, but it made you even more confused. Thinking the act was a payback by him, you broke it off once you got the chance. But his right hand reached out to your face, cupping your left cheek. With a slight push, your lips are back into the position he could access. You two kissed for the second time.
But he was slower this time. While at it, his thumb brushed your chin. With a bit of force, he got your mouth opened a little, and he slipped his tongue in.
"Mmmpfffhhh..." You moaned in surprise at the moment his tongue touched yours. Your free hand reached out to his shoulder. Instead of pushing him away, you clutched to his shirt. He showed no signs of stopping.
You slowly tried to reciprocate his actions, and he became more eager. Not long after, you both find yourselves slowly hugging each other while kissing. Now, this was beyond expectation. What on earth is happening ? He agreed? But he was clearly rejecting the idea a moment ago...
Just then, Seungjun broke off the kiss. You two were gasping for air. You only realised you shed tears when Seungjun, panting while staring at you, wiped off a trail of moisture from under your right eye.
"Y/N..." He called out.
You can only stare back at him, your mind already playing the worst case Scneario where he will start cackling and tell you it is all a joke. A payback towards your reckless action a few minutes ago.
As he spoke, you felt Seungjun's voice trembling. "I am tired of holding back already."
Your expression turned to confusion. Seeing your expression, Seungjun backed up and pulled some distance. You slowly pushed yourself up, wondering what does his words meant.
Seungjun's face looked like he was in pain. Before you opened your mouth, he said. "It was you all along, Y/N."
"I realised my feelings during 2nd year uni. Being told by one of our male dance club members that my gaze follows your whereabouts too often. " You listened to him while biting your underlip and questioned if you were still in reality. You lowered your head, eyeballs moving side to side. You were trying to think of a comeback /countermeaseure for the worst scenario.
"Me?" You blurted You don't understand why he looked like he was in agony when he was saying it. And that expression of his was so familiar. As if looking into mirror, it resonated. But you couldn't help yourself worrying if this was all just an act. Luring you to believe him and then later let karma hit you for initiating that brash action earlier. Seeing you are stunned, Seungjun continued.
His right hand reached out to you, slided his hand towards your left cheek. With a bit of force,he lifted your face so that both of your eyes met. He caressed your cheek with his thumb as he continued his words."It was hard for me, Y/N. You never knew how others see you. And you never knew my effort of killing their imaginations seeing you as ..."
"Seungjun...hold up," You stopped him, tearing up. "You are not making things up, right?"
" Given that we just kissed." Seungjun sighed. "I don't see the need to lie, Y/N-ah."
"So, it's not an act to trick me as a payback? " You timidly asked. And your question successfully irritated him a little. He grabbed your chin with his right hand again, engaging eye contact.
"That kiss was a payback, but it is not an act." With a frown, Seungjun mumbled and pulled you closer to him. You lost your balance, making you were now on all fours. Your hands were on his right thigh, supporting yourself. "Enough of me talking, your turn."
You gulped as he moved his face closer towards yours.
"I don't recall you being someone who would suggest doing it out of sudden and for fun." Seungjun squinted, and his tone was cold. "And judging from how you are reacting, you don't seem to be aware of my feelings either. You have a habit of biting the right side of your lower lip when you are confused."
You shivered and avoided his stare. Did things just get even more out of hand? And what's with this tension? It's so unbearable, and it's killing you from within. Was he angry? Of course, he has the right to be angry. You could only bring yourself mumbling softly, "I..."
"I need answers Y/N-ah." His whispers softened, but his gaze was still piercing. "We need to be on the same page. Now."
You pounced towards him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Your hands were clutching and tugging the fabric of his T shirt. "I am sorry, I messed up. It was not on a whim, I thought it was just puberty when I first found out I have a crush on you. But.." you whimpered. "I got jealous of the person who was in your mind, and I acted heedlessly."
He took some time to process and smiled in content when he finally heard your true feelings. "So you liked me too." Seungjun concluded. "Desperately."
You nodded, buried your head to his chest even deeper. you could feel him patting your head.
"Let me guess, " Seungjun's tone softened even more, it is now back to his normal tone. "You are thinking of doing it with me and then later run back to your home, locks yourself in your room until the day I join the military."
Hearing this, you backed up and looked at him in awe. He was accurate.
"What are you? A psychic?" You pouted and out of embarrassment, you landed a few light hits on his shoulders. "I am so embarrassed at myself that I want to end my life right now!"
"And then you are planning to find a job somewhere far from this city, so that we don't meet again when I got discharged 18 months later." Seungjun continued with his smirk . Accurate again.
Seungjun let out a few laughs. He then grabbed gently grabbed your hands and kissed your knuckles. "You will regret it if you were to do that before doing it with me."
You flushed red immediately hearing him. You tried to pull your hands away (and also your distance), but he won't let you.
"Seriously, I don't get you, Y/N." Seungjun commented while clearly enjoying seeing you being flustered and trying to get away from him. "Some moments I can read you like an open book, but sometimes I couldn't even tell."
You stopped struggling and countered, "Back at you. Aaah, this is so awkward right now. I even put up such an embarrassing show..."
Before you could finish, his hands at your back gave you a slight push. Your lips touched his again.
After breaking the kiss, he then rested his hands beside your waist, letting out a sigh of relief before saying, "Now that we cleared things up, do you still wanna do it?"
You looked back at him, confused. But it took you no time to understand him. You blushed again and tried to escape him.
Seungjun chuckled at your reaction and pulled you closer, bear hugging you. While at it, he whispered into your ears, "Can we? I will be gentle. Knowing you are the same, I can't wait anymore. The shackles already went loose when I kissed you. "
Indulged to his warmth, you gave your consent. "But let's be prepared first, it's my first time... Can I head back to shower?"
He pushed you away from him, breaking off the hug. "You can head back to take your change of clothes . We can shower together if you don't mind. I can run to the store to get some condoms. Hmm.. maybe some hot food to microwave for dinner. What else do you need? "
You shook your head as you could not think of anything else. "I think those are everything."
Seungjun gently left a peck on your right cheek and tried to get up from the couch. You got up as well. "Alright, let's meet up back here in 30 mins. Do remind me to put out Vell's dinner before we shower." And both of you head out from Seungjun's home.
30 minutes later, you both are back as promised. You reminded him to put our Vell's dinner. And once he was done, he asked for your hand, and he gently he said, " Come, it's time to pamper another pabo kangaji/stupid puppy."
You cringed to his words, but not annoyed. Your reactions made him laugh heartily.
Seungjun literally barged into the bathroom, pulling you into the room. And before you could stand still, he cornered you, and pushed you to come close to the wall tiles of the bathroom. Seungjun then grabbed the back of your neck and started an intense kiss with you as if that 30 minutes took 30 years for you two to reunite.
It took you by surprise, but you quickly composed yourself. You gave his right shoulder a few taps hinting him that you need air. He then let go of you, and you smirked.
"Geez, can't even wait until we are in bed? Or are you planning to fxck me in the bathroom all along? Ha! I knew it when you suggested both of us to shower together. " You found him losing his cool was funny, but you still want to provoke him a little.
"Oww..." You yelped. "You said you will be gentle!"
"I was planning to take things slow but..." the man muttered . With his hand still at your neck, he got closer to the side of your neck area, and gave you a bite near your left collarbone.
"Not when you are playing with fire, Y/N ah." He replied while softly nibbling the marks he left on your skin. "Be glad that I did not lose control when we were making out at the couch earlier. I am still fighting it."
Seungjun advanced to lick your jawline, sniffing your scent while at it. Both of his hands moved downwards and now cupping your breasts, gently massaging them. You turned your head to your right out of embarassment with your eyes shutted and your hands latched on his wrists unconsciously, but he knew you are not signalling him to stop.
"That was unexpectedly lewd." Seungjun whispered as he kissed your throat. "Didn't know you can sound this lovely."
"Aaah...Mmmph..." When he nibbled your earlobe, you let out a sensual voice without realising it .
You were still overwhelmed by the sensation of his touch and kisses . You could not comprehend his words . Faintly you could hear the echoes of your moans even though you did your best to muffle them down. The embarassment felt fatal .
And then you realised his hands were already groping your bottom, you could feel his left leg came between your legs and slowly nudging your crotch . You gained back to your senses a bit and gave Seungjun a push , "Seungjun-ah, please , not here..." You shrank into his chest due to the uncomfortness coming from the friction of the cloth between your legs . "Not when I am still unshowered."
"Maybe just a bit?" Seungjun slide his right hand back up to cup your left cheek before he affectionately trying to make you agree towards his impulse . "I don't mind actually."
He tried to kiss you but you dodged him , once again you tried negotiate with him while looking him into his eyes , " Seungjun please... "
You clenched on the fabric of his shirt at his chest area , trembling . Not sure it was due you being nervous of making such a daring progress with the person you had a crush for years or ,
You couldn't even believe finding yourself saying to him , " I will let you do whatever you want with me later , so let's hit pause for a bit , can we?"
To that , Seungjun responded by grabbing your neck and landed his lips onto yours . No words from him , just an extremely amorous and long kiss . He only broke it when he felt both of you nearly ran out of air .
Panting heavily , you heard him giving you the reply to your suggestion earlier , "Fine , it's a deal . Just don't regret it later. "
** End of Part 1?**
A/N final note on 06th Oct : Was suppose to post this on ONF month but things and tech issue happened so I posted this privately first and edit it later . I don't know when I can finish part 2 and this idea already in my draft for really long time . And I took waaaaaayyyyy too much time to brush this up so...
Anyways, hope you guys really enjoyed this for now . Thanks for reading up till here .
A/N: I will never ever determine which body type the reader has, but I want every single one of you to know that it’s okay to feel empowered by the way your nude body looks, you’re absolutely beautiful and no size is a limit to how sexy you can be!!! You go queens!
words: ~5.4 (I’m sorry idk how to write short things anymore asdfgh)
There’s no feeling quite like the one of trying on your new clothes that just arrived in the mail and loving how they looked. Especially when said clothes were lingerie and you felt like you could conquer the world, even when you were just standing in front of your mirror at 7 pm after you had just stuffed your stomach with lasagna. And what better way to enjoy your happiness than to share it with your best friend?
In fact, you had two best friends. One, a girl who you could trust with your life, and two, a boy who knew all your deepest secrets. One of the central differences between the two was that you would never think about asking the former about his opinion on your new lingerie. You almost laughed at the mere thought while you went through your contacts list and selected your friend’s name and clicked ‘send’. “It’s new. How do I look?” you typed and sent quickly, before throwing your phone onto you bed. You were feeling sexy, but for the rest of the evening there was only one way you wanted to feel: Comfortable. So, you changed into your pajamas instead.
You wondered what she would say about your photo. Sending almost-nudes to your friend might have seemed odd, but for the two of you, it was a completely normal occurrence. You loved making sure you both felt beautiful and confident by complimenting each other. Happily, you walked back to your room after you had picked up some snacks in the kitchen. You grabbed your phone as you plopped down on your bed. While you stuffed a handful of crisps into your mouth, you unlocked your phone to check your messages. You had expected a text from your best girl friend, but instead you had received one from H/N, your best boy friend. Pure horror consumed you when you clicked on the chat and saw your almost-nude there. Sent at 7:01 pm. Seen at 7:05 pm. And worst of all, he had replied before you could have clarified the mistake.
H/N: Idk where this came from but…you’re hot
You: SORRY THIS WASN’T MEANT FOR YOU
H/N: Okay that kinda offends me…you have a bf and didn’t tell me???
You: NO OMG THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING HELP…it was for GF/N just for fun!!!
H/N: Ohhh…in that case…
You watched the dots signaling that he was still writing while you were still wondering how you would ever look at him without getting embarrassed from now on. It wasn’t like the two of you never talked about sex. In fact, he knew a lot about what you liked and didn’t like in the bedroom. Not because he had witnessed it. But thanks to multiple sleep overs with late-night conversations, when your lips became a little loose, you had discussed more sexual topics than you had ever dreamt of. Your cheeks were still feeling hot when you received another text.
H/N: How do I look?
Without missing a beat, he had attached a photo of him. Shirtless. His hair was disheveled, as if he had just removed his shirt, which he probably had. His sweatpants hung low on his hips as he stood in front of a mirror. He had tilted his head a little, showing off his jawline while he gazed at the camera with hooded eyes. You felt more embarrassed with every second you kept staring at his body.
H/N: OMG sorry this wasn’t for you!!!!!
Now you could only laugh at his stupid message.
You: Stop making fun of me!!
H/N: I’m trying to make you feel better!! Do I not get a compliment?
You: Thanks and you look great…can we please NEVER bring this up in the future?
H/N: Sure if that’s what you want…but if you ever need someone to rate your underwear again you know where to find me
~~~
And he really kept his promise. The next time you hung out, he was joking about everything but your little accident. You were thankful. But not mentioning the memory didn’t automatically delete it from your brain. And that’s where your newest problem begun.
You had never really looked at him in a sexual way before – sure, you thought he was handsome – but after than one damned picture he had sent you, you seemed to see him in a completely different light. There were no romantic feelings involved. But something felt profusely wrong about the way you thought about sex when he reached for a glass on the highest kitchen shelf and a small part of his abs was revealed. Or the way you instinctively licked your lips when you watched him stretch his neck in front of you. Or how your head spun when he lifted his shirt to wipe away his sweat when you worked out together.
One day was particularly bad. He had asked you to go to the public pool together, and being his best friend, of course you had said yes. As expected, he made you laugh until you were crying, scream when he playfully wrestled you in the water and giggle when he chased you on the water slide. And yet, you couldn’t help but notice his body. You almost felt bad, but then again, it wasn’t like you adored his character any less. You simply had some added adoration for another part of him. What were you supposed to do when he looked this good acting out a comic character while you played charades in the water? You might have been laughing on the outside, but you could barely tear your eyes off his neck and chest. Lately, you realized, the amount of thoughts you spent on wanting to kiss him had become problematic to you.
When you returned home at night, you couldn’t deny feeling sexually frustrated. Not wanting to give in to the inappropriate thoughts about your best friend, you turned on a tv show to distract yourself. But before you knew it, you were spending more time looking at your phone than at the tv screen. At first you browsed social media, but somehow you mustn’t have payed enough attention to your unconscious mind. You had miraculously landed on his Instagram, and when that didn’t entertain you anymore, you found yourself going back to your text messages with him. When you started at the shirtless picture he had sent you, you regretted not deleting it and forgetting about it right away. You wondered if he could ever feel the same way about you. You didn’t need any romantic feelings from him, in fact, you had no interest in a relationship at the moment. But you had never wanted someone this bad before and it was driving you crazy. So, before you could have stopped yourself, you were typing a message to him.
You: what r u doing??
H/N: do you miss me already?
H/N: ok do you really wanna know?
You: shut up you usually message me first!! and yes I do
H/N: I was about to jack off but you interrupted me
You almost choked on nothing when you read his message. Pretending you didn’t care, you replied quickly.
You: oh no am I killing the mood?
H/N: I didn’t say that
You: ????
H/N: don’t take this the wrong way but if you ever thought about sending me nudes again now would be the time
You: are u crazy?? are you actually asking me for nudes rn
H/N: it was worth a try ok let’s go back to being best friends who would never hook up
If you were freaking out about his previous messages, this one made you lose your mind completely. What was he saying? As confused as you were, you were also equally as sexually frustrated as he seemed to be. So, without a second thought, you chose the latest underwear picture you had taken and sent it to H/N.
You: that’s the most you’ll get…I won’t send complete nudes
You stared at the three dots indicating that he was writing a message. It felt like five minutes had passed when he finally replied.
H/N: fuck you’re so hot
And then he sent another shirtless picture. His bulge was prominent against his pants and the sight of it didn’t exactly help you with the pent-up frustration inside of you. But maybe it didn’t need to, because apparently, he felt the same way about you. You wanted to tell him about it. But there was no way you would be sexting your best friend at 11 pm, horny and frustrated. You knew you’d regret it and you’d only end up being embarrassed the next day. With no idea what to send him instead, you opted for simply waiting to see if he would say something. But he didn’t. Whilst waiting, you looked at his picture again. His jawline, his shoulders, his abs…and his boner straining against his sweatpants. For a moment you wondered if he was thinking about you too. Was he imagining it was you who was touching him when his hand wrapped around his cock? The more you let your thoughts run free, the worse your frustration became. And before you knew it, your hand was between your legs.
~~~
The next day you went about your duties, trying hard to pretend the previous day had been nothing but a fever dream. Luckily, you weren’t going to see him for another few days, so you could already practice an explanation of why sending nudes to each other had been a crazy idea. You worried about whether you could ever be the same around him after what had happened. But no matter how hard you tried to come up with a good reason why you should never even mention it again, you couldn’t. You were best friends who found each other hot. So what? Things could be worse. By nighttime, you had changed your mind. You were in the process of getting ready for sleeping, when your phone vibrated on your nightstand. His name lit up the screen.
H/N: you up?
You: not for long…whats up
H/N: I’m sorry for what I said yesterday about us not hooking up and so on…I was tipsy and you know my loose lips when I’m drunk
You: there’s nothing you need to apologize for
H/N: I was being weird and creepy…you’re my best friend
You: and you’re mine…that doesn’t stop me from finding you attractive
H/N: so I didn’t creep you out asking you for nudes?
You: I sent them to you, didn’t I… so what do u think
H/N: btw…thanks for that
You: likewise
…
H/N: so you’d do it again?
You: you’re not drunk now are you?
H/N: no just horny
You: dude I was about to go to sleep
If this had been a random guy you were occasionally talking to, you would have declined the request right away. You were tired and didn’t exactly feel too confident in your physical state. Nonetheless, you walked over to your mirror, pulled your shirt up until your bare breasts were almost exposed, and snapped a picture. Maybe it was the fact that you knew he’d return the favor and send you something back, or the immense trust you had in him. Posing in different ways, you took a few more pictures before you jumped back onto your bed. Impulsively, you chose the pictures you liked best and sent them to your best friend.
You: the things I do for you
H/N: fuck you look so good
You: have you always thought like that about me?
H/N: have I always found you hot?
You: yeah
H/N: I mean I never not found you hot
You: thanks I guess??
H/N: maybe we should have done this way earlier
You: agreed
Your eyes widened when he sent you a picture. He was still in his underwear, but his hand was wrapped around his visibly hard member outlined by the dark fabric. You had wanted to sleep, but somehow after looking at the photo for a little too long, you were wide awake. Leaning against the headboard of the bed, you let your head imagine whatever came to your mind. Never before had you noticed how much you liked his hands. Or maybe it was a temporary thing, now that you were already thinking inappropriate thoughts. You imagined it was his fingers softly touching the inside of your thigh, squeezing your breasts and playing with your nipples. The first time you moaned his name quietly, your cheeks heated up. But the more you thought of him, and the more you allowed yourself to wish it was him between your thighs, the more natural his name sounded between your whimpers.
And the two of you didn’t stop there. You might haven’t had time to hang out with him for another week or so, but you were texting each other more than ever before. Almost every night, you sent pictures to each other. With every passing day and every time you came thinking about his body on top of yours, you became more comfortable. Your messages to each other turned dirtier with every day and every picture was a little riskier than the previous one. By the way you cried out his name every night, your neighbors must have thought you had gotten a new boyfriend. One that was exceptionally good in bed, by the sounds of it.
Now it was exactly one week and a day after you had first sent him a picture of you. You had just stepped out of the shower and had a towel wrapped around your body as you entered your bedroom.
One could’ve thought you were going to be less horny, the more time you spent texting him about your inappropriate thoughts. It should have gotten less exciting at some point, shouldn’t it? To you, it was the complete opposite. He was all your thought about at night. So when you noticed your phone on your bed, you couldn’t stop your urge. You grabbed it, unlocked it and went straight to your messages with him.
You: please tell me you’re alone
H/N: yeah I am…do u need something?
Even though his text might have sounded innocent to anyone else, considering what you had done for each other all week long, you instantly got excited.
You: I have a present for you but since you’re not here I’ll unwrap it for you
H/N: I love presents
You had taken multiple photos. Starting from your with a towel covered body, you had slowly revealed more skin to him, until you had dropped the fabric completely. In the last picture you were covering your nipples with one hand across your chest, making sure your slightly parted lips were in the frame as well. After you had pressed ‘send’, you got comfortable on your bedsheets, not so patiently waiting for his reply. You hadn’t been able to get him off your mind while you had been showering. Now you didn’t even need to touch yourself to know how dripping wet you already were.
H/N: this is what you do to me
You were surprised when you saw his message. He had attached a video. Up to that day, it had only been photos you had sent to each other. So, when you clicked the ‘play’ button, you almost felt nervous. But the nervousness changed into something wholly different within the first two seconds of the video. His hand was down his pants, clearly stroking himself. He wasn’t speaking, but even the simple sound of his breathing behind the camera made your head spin.
H/N: do you want more?
You: I wish you were actually here
A blink of an eye after you had sent the message, instant regret hit you. Had you crossed a line? There had never been serious talk of the two of you actually hooking up, although you surely had thought about it more than you wanted to admit.
H/N: me too
You sighed in relief. So he wasn’t thinking you were going too far.
H/N: but its late and we’ve got work tomorrow
You barely had time to even think about a reply. The sole fact that he was seriously considering coming over or letting you drive to his place right now only justified the saying “People want what they can’t get”.
You: you’re right…this will have to do
…
H/N: let me know if you need more
But you already had your hand between your legs, his name on the brink of falling off your lips.
The next day, you were surprisingly focused on your work. Of course, you thought of him. He was your best friend, after all. Who would you have been if you didn’t wonder what he was up to or if you didn’t wish he was having a nice day? But that was about it. No dirty thoughts, no random sexual frustration at 2 in the afternoon. That was, until your phone vibrated in your pockets and you opened his message.
H/N: wanna hang out at my place tonight?
It was finally Friday. After over a week of not seeing him, you didn’t just want to meet him because you wanted him sexually. You missed his silly jokes and the way he made you feel careless after a stressful day. So, needless to say, you agreed.
You weren’t sure what was going to happen. Were you just going to hang out, the way friends do? Were you even going to mention your texts to each other? Your nerves were going mad when you drove to his place in the evening. It was a weird feeling to have about your best friend, you had to admit. But then again, you had every right to after the past week.
When he opened the door for you, you didn’t feel half as awkward as you thought you would. His hug felt the way it always did, and his room still was like a second home to you.
“Do you wanna order take out?” he asked.
“What’s in your fridge?” you returned the question.
“If I’d have to guess I’d say two eggs, half a bottle of soda and some yogurt,” he said. You laughed, already pulling up an app to order some food.
“Take out it is,” you grinned, falling onto your stomach on his bed. He followed your example. His shoulder was touching yours while you tried hard to focus on scrolling through the different offers of meals. But your look was drawn to his hands too close to yours and from one moment to the other, your mind was flooded with sinful pictures. You thought of him here, in this very bed, jerking off to the thought of you. Taking pictures of himself so you could do the same. Too many times you had imagined your face buried in his pillows, letting him hear the way you had been crying his name all week long, being able to make him cum with your own body and feeling his lips on your skin. Was he thinking the same things right now? Was he also struggling to focus on the simplest tasks?
“You’ve been looking at that chicken for a while now. Are you gonna order it or not?” he asked, making fun of you. How were you going to sit here, waiting and then calmly eating your dinner as if nothing was different? When you didn’t reply, he grabbed your hands along with your phone, making you look at him. You couldn’t instantly read his expression. All you knew is that in six years of friendship, he had never once looked at you this way. Inevitably, your eyes went to his lips and back to his eyes.
“Aren’t we going to mention this whole nudes-sending situation at all?” he suddenly asked, grinning cheekily. “What? You’re thinking about it too, aren’t you?”
You swallowed thickly. “Thinking about what, exactly?”
“How badly I wanted you last night,” he said. His face was close to yours. If you only bent forward slightly, you could kiss him.
“As in…now you don’t want me anymore?” you asked. He chuckled.
“Do you really think I didn’t want to push you against the closest wall and make out with you the second you stepped into my house today?” he asked.
“Then why didn’t you?” you asked, smirking and inching your lips closer to his. “Because I would have loved that.”
Instead of answering you, he finally leaned in to connect your lips. Within the first seconds you were moaning, and his tongue was on yours. You abandoned your phone on his sheets, swinging one leg over his waist to straddle him. He groaned into your mouth when you pushed your hips against his, your crotch rubbing over his bulge. Judging by the way you both reacted, neither of you had plans to take this slow.
His hands wandered over your sides and to your ass, squeezing it a little. You only moaned again, your fingers getting busy with his button up shirt. Teasingly, he bit your lip while he pushed your shirt higher, goosebumps rising on the skin he touched. His breathing became heavier when you let your hands roam his chest, pushing the fabric of his open shirt to the side eagerly. When you rolled your hips over his bulge again, you felt his erection more prominently than before, making you smile to yourself. For a moment you pulled away and pulled your shirt over your head.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he confessed, watching as you discarded your bra onto the floor.
“Me too,” you agreed. He had sat up as well, and you helped him remove his shirt eagerly. “I’ve been wondering what your hands feel like.”
At your words, he pulled you back on top of him, playing with your breasts softly. You reacted, leaning over him, so he could take one of your nipples into his mouth. You whimpered at the way his tongue pressed against your sensitive skin. He gave the same attention to the other side, his breath leaving behind a cold sensation where he had kissed you.
Then, you bent to his level again, lips meeting in a needy kiss. You let his tongue lead yours for a while. Meanwhile, your hands sneaked to the waistband of his sweatpants. He hissed into your mouth as you grabbed his length through his pants, palming him through the fabric.
“Are you still into biting?” you asked, referring to a late-night talk you had had in the past. He smirked, nodding. Softly, at first, you nibbled on his neck, occasionally licking and kissing him. You got the exact reaction you had expected when you bit him, not to harshly, but probably leaving a purple mark nonetheless. He moaned and threw his head back, only exposing more of his neck to you. As time went on, you made your way down his chest and his stomach, settling between his legs. As much as you enjoyed hearing his moans and attempts to make you hurry, you were just as impatient, if not worse.
In one go, you pulled down his pants and underwear. He lifted his hips so you could fully take the clothing off his legs. Your mouth watered at the sight of him below you.
“If you had told me two weeks ago, I would be sucking your dick today, I would have called you a clown,” you chuckled.
“Look how the tables have turned,” he said, laughing with you. But his expression hardened the moment your hand wrapped around his length. You stroked him a few times, before lowering your head. Your tongue licked a stripe up the side of his shaft, until you opened your lips just enough to take his tip into your mouth. He cursed under his breath when you batted your eyelashes at him.
“Fuck, don’t look at me like that,” he said.
“Why? Don’t you like it?” you asked, your hand continuously touching him.
“I like it maybe a little too much,” he said, only making you grin. His expression read pleasure, his brows furrowed and his lips hung slightly agape.
“There’s no such thing as liking something too much,” you said. Purposely, you watched his face when you wrapped your mouth around his cock, tongue pressing flat against the tip. Steadily, you bobbed your head, your hand covering the rest of his length. His thighs were flexing under your hands and his stomach was rising and falling in an uneven rhythm. He propped himself up on his forearms, watching you intently.
“This feels so much better when you do it,” he said, followed by a groan when his cock touched the back of your throat for a moment. Your hand was covered in your saliva by now, eyes tearing up a little bit, but you blinked the tears away quickly. Every time you pulled away a little, you made sure to swirl your tongue around the tip. Right away, you had noticed the way he hissed at that specific action. Again, he cursed under his breath and you made eye contact once more. His lips looked pink from where he had been biting them and his cheeks were slightly flushed a rosy color.
“Oh my god-,“ he moaned. “I’m so fucking close.”
You bobbed your head faster now. After another few seconds you pulled away, replacing your mouth with your hand. The muscles on his stomach were tense and he had his hands balled to tight fists next to his body. You enjoyed his moans for a while longer, before you could feel him twitch in your hands. When he reached his high, he let his body fall back, his arms no longer able to hold himself up to watch you. The evidence of his pleasure spilled onto his abs and you slowly let your hand come to a rest. One of his hands was swung over his forehead as he breathed heavily. When you looked up at him again, he still seemed exhausted but was grinning from ear to ear.
“Give me a second and I’ll return the favor,” he said, sitting up. At his words you realized once more how much you wanted him. Quickly, he cleaned himself up. As you rolled over to lay on your back next to his sitting figure, you yawned briskly, getting comfy in his sheets.
“You’re bored? If you want we can also just watch a movie, or if you feel like-,“ he said with raised eyebrows.
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” You sarcastically laughed, rolling your eyes at him. “I’m open for whatever. Right after you’ve made me cum on this mattress.”
“Alright,” he chuckled, turning so he hovered over you. “I think we can arrange that.”
He went straight to kissing your stomach and hips, while he unzipped your pants for you. His kisses tickled you a little, but the sensation was quickly forgotten by how close his hand was to where you wanted him most. In order to let him take off your pants, you lifted your hips a little. When he had thrown your pants aside, he couldn’t hide the cocky grin on his face at the sight of your underwear.
“This looks familiar…where have I seen these before?” he asked innocently, placing his hand on the material. You flinched a little when his fingers hovered over your center. It was a fleeting touch, but the lack of attention had made you needier than you would have thought.
“Imagine I hadn’t accidentally sent you that first picture,” you said.
“I don’t even want to imagine that,” he said, his dramatic tone making you laugh a little. Abruptly, your laugh turned into a whimper when he pressed one of his fingers against your covered clit.
“I get that you’re in no rush anymore, but I’m not gonna lie, I am,” you said, wriggling against his hand. He chuckled again but seemed to obey your request. His hand slid into the hem of your underwear, fingers instantly coated in your juices. In response, you only hummed contently when he curled his digits against your clit. Within seconds you relaxed into his touch. You put one of your arms under your head and closed your eyes for a while. Now and then, he teased your core by almost pushing his fingers inside of you, but then not doing so. As frustrating as it was, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. With skill, he rolled your clit between his digits. His free hand pulled on your underwear slightly, but not quite enough for it to come off. You whined at his teasing, looking into his eyes with a pleading gaze. He watched your expression for a while, probably enjoying the fact that he finally had the real you underneath him, instead of having to stare at some photos on his cellphone. So he finally obliged, making you feel empty when he pulled his hand out of your soaked panties, but simultaneously thankful.
“You have no idea how many times I imagined doing this within the last week,” he said. Then, he lowered his head and took your clit into his mouth. You had only opened your mouth to reply, but the words seemed to be deleted from your brain before they had time to come out, replaced by empty curse words. He didn’t waste any time in taking it slow, but you couldn’t have minded less. When he inserted to of his digits into you, your toes curled in pleasure and relief. With the way you whimpered desperately whenever he curled them against your walls, he had found your sweet spot in almost no time.
For more than a week you had been imagining, demanding for his touch, so deeply that now you could barely think straight when you finally got what you wanted. His tongue could do so much better than your own fingers could ever satisfy you. It was the unpredictability that made this so much more enticing than when you touched yourself. Would he slow down for a while, giving your breathing time to calm down, only to suck on your swollen clit feverishly out of nowhere? Would he curl his fingers inside of you almost painfully slowly, or would he almost pull them out completely, only to slide them right back into your core, until your vision felt so blurry you had to close your eyes? The more you thought about how good he made you feel, the quicker you felt your orgasm approach. One of his hands softly stroked over your belly, a strong contrast to the way your insides seemed to tie themselves into a tight knot that took up all your attention.
“Oh my god- please don’t stop,” you only moaned. Of course he didn’t. He only hummed against your center, only adding to how incredible you felt. As much as you loved watching him between your legs, there was no force that could have kept your eyes from shutting anymore. Your back arched off the sheets and your hands tightened in pleasure when the familiar feeling washed over your mind. You whimpered and struggled hard to keep your legs from closing around his head. For a few seconds you were blinded by the bliss, until your sensitivity began to set in. You softly pushed his head with your fingers in his hair, and he slowed down and drew back.
It took you a while to come down and until your breathing had regained its normality. Your eyelids fluttered open, while he plopped down next to you. He swung one of his arms around your waist, an action he had done multiple times in the past – only now neither of you was wearing clothes.
“That was amazing,” you said. “And here I thought I’d forever regret sending you that photo.”
He chuckled. “Agreed. So, what do you say? Are we able to focus on what to order for takeout now?”
You nodded and laughed, hoping this instance wouldn’t be the last time this happened between you two.
