Hiii, your writing is really good and rewarding to read! Could you possibly write an imagine about Ahn Su-ho? Like, something cute about them having their first kiss after Su-ho wakes up from his coma!
For weeks, a sterile silence has been the loudest sound in your life. You’d learned to count the beeps on the heart monitor.
Suho lay there, alive but not awake. His bruises had faded. he still hadn’t opened his eyes. The world kept moving, but yours had stopped right here, beside him.
You were sitting by the window when the sound changed. a hitch in the beeping that made your chest seize up. You turned, your breath catching. His fingers twitched.
“Suho…?” you whispered, your voice trembling.
And then....his eyes opened.
His gaze was unfocused at first, the kind of dazed confusion that only happens when you're in the middle of a math test looking at your sheet of paper, because nothing makes sense.
“Y/N?” His voice carried a raspy tone.
You were already crying. You tried to answer, but your throat closed, so you only nodded, until the tears fell freely down your cheeks.
He blinked a few times, his brows knitting. “You’re crying…”
“You’ve been asleep for three months, you idiot,” you managed to choke out, half-laughing, half-sobbing. “Of course I’m crying.”
Slowly, his hand lifted, weak but steady enough to brush your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
You caught his hand, holding it against your skin. “Don’t be. Just- just stay awake this time.”
The corner of his lips tugged upward, that faint, crooked smile you thought you’d never see again. “You’re bossier than I remember.”
“Shut up,” you said, laughing, caughing through the tears.
You were still holding his hand when the quiet settled again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. It felt fragile, sacred. Su-ho’s thumb traced the edge of your lips, and for a second, everything around you disappeared — the machines, the hospital, the months of fear.
“Y/N,” he said softly, “can I…?”
You didn’t even let him finish.
You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his, gently, as if afraid.
It wasn’t like in the movies. It wasn’t perfect or dramatic.at all. like imagine seeing two teens making out with tears rolling down their faces, both looking like shit. It was shaky, clumsy, but when he kissed you back it felt like all the people looking in weren't judging hard.
When you pulled back, your forehead rested against his.
“Welcome back,” you whispered.
He smiled, eyes soft and tired but alive. “You waited for me.”
You nodded, your thumb brushing over his hand. “Always.”
blackmailing, somnophilia, nsfw/smut, mentions of self-harm/suicide, and slurs.
S – You and Seong-je have been “ friends ” ever since Kindergarten, thanks to his parents and yours being close. The past few years you've been disturbed about the issues about him beating up students from another school, skipping classes, and even heard that those he killed, ended up being sacrificed.
Y/N — Yeon Eun-Heesoo
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You woke up on your bed, still unconscious. You were blankly staring at the wall for no reason at all, you felt empty. You felt..bare and blank. You couldn't understand what was happening to you. You swore that it was all a dream, right? That's what you assumed.
You just kept on staring at the wall, trying to remember but it's just forming blank in your brain. You're free to move and speak, but you somehow felt caged. A few minutes has passed, you snapped out of it. You felt awake, but still, your head hurts. You don't even understand why. "My head..hurts badly." You mumbled quietly.
You got up and went to the living room, surprisingly Seong-je is not here. You swore that you remembered something, you drank what he gave you but you couldn't remember the rest. Did you black out? Or did you just dream?
So you went to grab a bowl, pour cereal and milk. You turned on the TV and changed the channel. While you were watching the news, it started to rain. "Gosh finally, it started to rain. Something good has happened." You said to yourself.
While you were eating cereal, the TV turned off for no reason. I mean, what the hell did even happen? So, you just ignored it. And went with whatever the hell was going to happen the rest of the day. You couldn't understand if you were going insane or what, but you couldn't remember what happened earlier. Your mind is all blank, you can't remember anything clearly, but you could atleast recall that Seong-je gave you something before you woke up. Did I even wake up? Or was I given something to sleep and wake up? You kept on overthinking.
You went to the bathroom to shower, and do your skincare. After that, you just sat on your couch like nothing. You remembered your parents, so you grabbed your phone to text them.
Mom ❤️.
"Hey mom and dad, how are you guys?" You sent a text to her, you're not expecting an immediate answer but you received one after just 4 minutes. Maybe it was their free time? "Hi lovely, we're feeling alright. Stay safe there! 💖"
Lovely? My mom doesn't call me that. Neither does my dad. You felt confused now, you clearly know your mom wouldn't call you that or maybe they just picked that up somewhere else in that trip. But deadass, you know they wouldn't call you this in just immediate. Still, you shrugged it off. Maybe they're just needing to express their love?
You waited for a few hours for Seong-je to come back. While waiting, you were watching Megan is Missing. You were really up to watching these kinds of movies for now. After finishing the movie, you felt a bit traumatized. You couldn't understand how you even finished that, maybe you just had the patience.
You did everything so you wouldn't feel bored or be in a boredom kind of state. Still, even after trying to put yourself away from it, you felt bored and empty. You don't know why, but your legs started to hurt a bit. You could handle the pain though, but it was unexplainable that it hurted out of nowhere. "Cramps?" You thought to yourself, maybe it is.
After an hour, you fell asleep on your couch, with the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito. Sudenly, Seong-je opened the door with the key. He saw you laying down there, and even while asleep, you know to yourself you could still hear. Just unconscious about everything.
"Cute." He said, lowering down, looking at your sleepy state. You could feel his hands on your hair, brushing them softly. But you somehow couldn't wake up, you could feel it, you could hear his voice, it's just that you struggled to wake up. It was reality, but you were trapped in somewhere.
You felt his hand moving away, his presence moving away. And that's when you have fully fallen asleep. You wanted to wake up, your brain did want to wake up. But somehow, you just couldn't get to do so.
Then, you heard Seong-je's voice. He was on call with someone, his friend? You thought that maybe it was a friend he's calling. You heard their conversation, but you couldn't wake up.
"Hey, I'll be there in a few minutes." Seong-je said. "If I get arrested because of this shit, I'll kill you. I've already drugged the girl and cut her tongue off. You better get your ass over." You heard Seong-je laugh. What the fuck? Were you dreaming about this? You hoped so.
Before he left the room, he said something to you while you were sleeping. "Night, sweetie. Can't wait for you to be the next." He said and you heard it. You fucking heard it, you? Next? You're fucked up. And then, you heard the door click open and close. Signifying that he has already left. You were still traumatized.
You tried your best to wake up, but you could only hear. You couldn't open your eyes so you tried to calm yourself down. And let yourself fall asleep. It took you a few tries because you were failing miserably.
A few hours has passed, you woke up all of the sudden. It was 1:04 AM. You slowly got up and opened the fridge. Getting a bottle of water to chug down your dry throat. Then suddenly, you thought of the call. "I hope it's just a dream. Please." You said, you were praying that it was.
After drinking the water, you heard the door swinging open and shut. It was Seong-je. He took off his shoes and put his jacket away. "Still awake, huh?"
"Uhm.. yeah." You gave him slightly a look because you don't know if he actually helped someone murder a girl. The best you could do was literally wait for your parents. You just needed to wait. Right?
He then sat on the couch, grabbing his phone from his pocket. And you saw that he's typing, he must be texting someone. Well, yeah he is.
You told him that you're going somewhere else, grabbing your jacket because you were only wearing shorts and a tank top. "Hey, I'll just go somewhere else." Then, you heard him stop typing. You paused for a second. And he turned at you.
"Where, exactly?" He asked and it felt creepy as hell. Even when I had to go somewhere? "Just at 7/11.." You replied at him. "Then I'll come."
"What?" You mumbled, but luckily he didn't hear it. Why would he need to come with you? You thought that he was busy but now, he wants to come? You felt like something was definitely off.
"Okay, fine." You said to him, he then grabbed his jacket and put on his shoes. As you both were walking outside, a light suddenly went off and you slightly got scared. Meanwhile, he's still on his phone. Smoking his last stick of cigarette. He always smokes, and you didn't want to know why he does.
As you both entered 7/11, you grabbed Honey Butter and Slurpee, you honestly didn't want to leave Seong-je out so you bought two each. You paid at the counter and you went near him.
"Here.." You slowly slide the chips and drink, in the most awkward way. He let out a chuckle. "Oh wow, for me? Didn't know you were this nice." He said to you but you just gave him the biggest side eye. You continued to eat your chips and drink, then you felt your phone ringing a notification. You opened it and it was from your bestfriend, asking for you to go to her house because she's feeling scared.
Before telling it to Seong-je, you finished your food. You stayed silent and he did the same. After you finished, you spoke. "I'll be going somewhere else, my friend needs me. You can go home by yourself, I don't..need you to follow me." You said to him, and he glanced at you. He didn't react that much but he looked...disappointed.
Then, he stood up. "Hey, I'm not letting you go unless you tell your parents. I don't want it to be my fault if you ever got lost." He said to you, and you just gave him an eyeroll. You felt like slowly losing it. So, for one last time, you told him that you'll go with him back home and that's where you'll contact your parents, since you also need some stuffs if you go to your friends house.
While you both were walking, he asked you something. "Eun-soo, what do you feel about somebody if they're your bestfriend or the person you love?" You didn't know what to answer, but you were just walking in silence so you decided to answer.
"Uhm...I feel safe with them. It's like I can act like my true self without having to feel judged." You said to him, trying not to break the awkwardness. Then, you saw him smile. Maybe it was even a smirk.
You both entered your parents apartment, then, you grabbed some stuffs. Your bag. You grabbed your phone to text your parents, and you noticed that they're online. So you thought it was a good thing.
"Hey, mom and dad. I'll be staying at Seo-woon's place tonight." You texted them, you waited for a few minutes until you heard a notification.
"I'm sorry, but your dad doesn't allow because he's worrying about what will happen to you. Stay safe Hun. ❤️" Your mom replied, you felt frustrated. But, you thought of just lying to Seong-je.
You got out of the room, and as you were about to grab your bag, he asked you. "So, what did they say?" He was giving that creepy vibes, you hated it. "None of your business." You said to him, and as you were about to go out, he felt him grab your wrist.
"I asked you. Did your parents agree, or no?" Now that he did and said that, you felt scared. You felt like you couldn't move. So you just had to be honest. "No.." You said. Then, he let go. "It's that simple. You didn't have to make it hard. So you're staying here." He looked at you like he was hungry for something, you were creeped the hell out.
Why did he even care? You weren't somebody to control so you talked back at him. "Why do you always have to care when I go somewhere else." You whispered, and he heard it. He looked down and at you, while you dropped your bag down. He just stood there, when you walked passed him. He grabbed your shoulders tightly, and pushed you against the wall. The other hand going to your throat, choking you. You couldn't stop him because his grip was so strong.
"And why the fuck do you always have to be stubborn, huh? I do this for your own safety and guess what? You fuck all of this shit up as always. I've always hated your ridiculous shit, and now you're like this? You want to know the truth, huh?" He said to you, clearlty gripping much more tightly so you can't breathe. You tried to kick him, but nothing worked. You felt like passing out.
"Still trying? Eun-soo, I'm doing all this shit for the both of us. You think everything like this is funny? A joke to you? Like everything is just bullshit?" He sighed then laughed at you. "God, fuck this. Eun-soo, you don't get how much I fucking crave for you every second. You don't know how it feels being like that, it's like a painful torture that you can't get someone you want."
"I fucking love you so much, Eun-soo. That I do all of this shit just for you. I entered a cult just for you so I can get you closer to me, but none of that worked. I want you badly, please. Just..behave." He said, but he didn't loosen his grip. You tried not to tear up but you were. And he giggled at how scared you are right now. Then, he dropped of his kindness act.
As his grip got tighter, you passed out. And he was satisfied. You were scared and confused of what was happening. You were questioning everything, on why you trusted him. You felt him carrying you somewhere else, outside. You were still conscious but you couldn't move or speak, only your eyes remained. Then, you noticed that you were both entering his apartment. That's where he dropped you.
He dragged your body somewhere far, maybe his basement. He laid your body down and suddenly, you felt a needle against your skin. That's when you fell asleep, you were knocked down by him.
A few hours has passed, you woke up tied to a chair. You felt uncomfortable and your wrists felt sore. The rope was strong, you couldn't do anything to remove it. You tried to shout for help but soon realized that the room is sound-proof.
You were holding your cries, you didn't know what to do. You're afraid of everything that's going to happen. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Seong-je. He was smiling the whole time walking towards you. "So... what do you think?" He crouched down, looking at your eyes tearing up.
"Let me go, you shithead!" You yelled at him, struggling to move because of the ropes around you. He giggled at how stupid you looked right infront of him, he stood up and grabbed your face aggressively. "You don't know how much you've done to me." He spoke, then aggressively letting go of your face.
He grabbed a knife, then reached it near your legs. "No, no, no! Fuck you let go of me!" You tried to squirm against the ropes, again, it wouldn't work. He slowly carved his name on your thighs, making you whimper and wince in pain. "Fuck, I said let go!" You tried to yell one more time and he stopped to look at you. "You want me to carve your tongue out next? Shut the fuck up." He said.
You chose to stay silent, even if it was wrong. It was wrong to do so and you felt even stupid for staying silent. Then, he broke the silence. "Hey, you want a storytime?" He gave you a look, a horrifying one. Even though he was smiling at you, it felt uncomfortable. You just nodded, because even denying would cost you something.
"You know, your parents hid something from you but never me, they're lovely aren't they? I admired them, until I did the same thing to them. Eun-soo, what do you think happened to my parents and why they haven't been showing up for years, excusing they were busy from work, huh?" He smiled at you, and he was waiting for an answer. "Answer."
"I-I don't know.." You said, looking away. "Oh well, of course. You don't fucking know."
"Well it would be better if I let you know about it, right? Your parents were so jealous of mine..the company my parents used to have? They didn't lend them to your parents, they both stole it. Your parents are such a fucking hypocrite, aren't they?"
"Well, to steal my parent's company. They had two options, to exchange or murder them. Obviously they chose the easy way, to murder my parents. They hid that from you, all of that shit. You didn't become rich easily, I was supposed to be the one. When I found out, they hid it from you but never me. It's fantastic and you're wondering why I have been ignoring you for years." He said, his tone becoming aggressive.
"I didn't know, okay! I-I didn't even-"
"Of course you don't fucking know! Eun-soo, you're so shitty. I fucking hate you so bad I've been planning for stuffs like this." He cut you off and yelled at you. You felt horrible for him, you didn't know but you couldn't defend yourself.
"So in order to satisfy myself, I killed your parents in exchange. Isn't that lovely?" He smiled again at you, but you didn't react. You were tearing up but you don't know why you're not mentally reacting. It was like something is blocking your mind. "Now, we're the same." He said.
You froze, you didn't dare to move. Tears were falling down from your eyes but you were unable to move, neither could you express something. He laughed at your state, he felt satisfied, too satisfied. "Cat got your tongue?" He laughed. "You're too stupid to fall for those messages."
He stood up and left you alone, that's when you dropped your act. You cried your heart out, you were sobbing due to the stress. Did your parents really even do this? Or was he doing this just to scare you? You felt confused, really. You felt dizzy due to overthinking too much, you didn't want to rest but since the room is dark, you closed your eyes. Preparing for another torture.
"Boo!" Seong-je yelled at your face, you flinched because he woke you up. "Hey, wake up. It's night time." He said to you, grabbing your face. Your eyes were red due to crying, he liked that. "Since I'm feeling nice today..why don't I bring you upstairs? You like that?" You didn't answer him, and that disappointed him. He untied your legs and wrists and grabbed your wrist while going upstairs.
While you were both going upstairs, he "accidentally" pushed you. You whined in pain, because your knees hurt so much. "Get up." He looked at your desperate position, he was getting what he wanted. You stayed on the ground for a few seconds and got up. You didn't want to suffer like this.
He dragged you to the living room, and got his phone. Pushed you once again to the couch and grabbed his phone to picture you at your worst. "Fuck, you're really giving in to what I want, huh?" He grabbed your hair, you couldn't react or speak anymore because clearly, he had control. Which you hated the most.
An hour has passed, you were sitting on the couch and he's just texting someone. Suddenly, he stood up. "I'll go somewhere else, don't you dare fucking leave." He remarked at you, grabbing his jacket and locking the door. After he left, you noticed that the light bulb was looking somehow weird. You noticed that it was kind of rotating, then you found out it was a camera in disguise.
"This fucking Seong-je..." You spoke, but you still couldn't shake the thoughts off your head, your parents couldn't be dead, no. They might be somehow alive. Well, you assumed for the best. You didn't want to go insane, right? Not now, Eun-soo. Not now. Hours has passed, Seong-je isn't home. You didn't try to escape because cameras were around you, so you just decided to try and think of plans to get you out of your boredom.
Still, Seong-je isn't home. So you just decided to spectate around his apartment. Well, it's the same as yours because he just lives near you, around 7 apartment rooms near. It was just all entirely designed the same so you didn't except for something big. You were walking until you saw a door that had a strange mark on it's handle. You were about to open it but you were afraid Seong-je is watching you.
You were still curious of it so you did try to but only peeked. It was dark, but it smelt like blood. So you just closed the door and moved away, suddenly you were hearing footsteps near the front door. You were hearing a voice of a girl, wondering who it was. Then, you heard the door open. You decided to hide because you heard Seong-je, but even far away, you could smell the reek of cigarettes and alcohol. Did he go to a bar?
You hid into his laundry room quickl and quiet, you were still peeking through the peephole. The girl looks drunk..as hell. Except for Seong-je, you listened to their conversation.
"Baby, I can't believe that you're so sweet..I love you so much!" The girl hugged him, giving him a kiss on his right cheek. Seong-je looked like he was just pretending to be happy, then he noticed that you were gone. His eyes checked all around and noticed that the laundry room's door was a bit open. He knew you were there, just hiding.
"I love you more.. let's go to my room." You heard him spoke. He had a girlfriend this whole time or he just picked up that girl from a club. You still could hear their conversation because the walls were thin. You knew this because usual apartment walls here are thin. "There, take off my clothes..fuck, you're so damn hot." The girl spoke at him, you could hear his laughs but you didn't hear him say a word. The best thing you could do was cover your ears, so you did.
While covering your ears, you just decided to sleep. You hugged your legs and prayed for whatever's the best that fate would encounter you for, then you fell asleep without even noticing. It was a long day even doing nothing at all.
The house filled with silence except for the girl's voice and moans. Even while asleep, you could hear her voice. But that voice disappeared and was filled with silence. You woke up from a muffled scream, you decided to check it out.
You opened the door and walked silently towards his room, you could hear muffled screams and the girl begging for mercy. You didn't want to check but your mind and body was telling you, so you opened the door at the tiniest bit to see what was happening. Your hands were shaking to the situation right now. Seong-je was stabbing the girl while strangling her. The blood was on the sheets, you didn't dare to move but then, he stopped. And looked at the door.
He saw you peeking and it was obvious, he smirked. "Hey, come out." He directly meant that it was you. Well shit, he knew. "I said come out or I'll drag you here." His words were sharp, so you slowly opened the door. He smiled at his work, once again, he felt proud. "Like this, huh?" He stared at you for a few seconds before laughing. Then, he stabbed her for the one last time. Dislocating her head. "I don't like doing this, maybe you should do it?" He spoke, you felt scared.
You tried to shake your head to signify a no, but he won't take that as an answer. "No? Okay." He stood up and grabbed your wrists, dragging you to the bed infront of the girl. He pushed you right infront of her, you felt his presence behind. His hands guiding yours to the knife so he could help you stab her. "Seong-je, please.. don't." You begged, you tried your best to but he didn't listen.
"My parents begged like that but your parents didn't spare mercy..it would be fair if I gave the same treatment, right? It would be unfair if I did the opposite." He whispered, laughing a bit then his chin resting on your shoulders. "Go on, do it?" His voice was destroying you so clearly. You didn't want to do it. "Do it." Once again, he warned you. So, you just did.
You were still afraid of him, you stabbed the girl for one time and you were tearing up. He heard you sobbing and he told you to stop. Then, he grabbed your face, making you look at him. "Fucking hell, just look at me you bastard. I'm doing this because of you." You were confused about what he said, but you couldn't process it yourself. "You don't get it, don't you? Right." He sighed as he let go of your face. You dropped the knife as your eyes were getting teary.
You did what he said. You went out of the room but not the house. You just went and sat on the couch and you were sobbing quietly there. "What did I do to deserve this.." you whispered to yourself. The whole night, you cried yourself to sleep. You couldn't stop sobbing at all, you felt stressed and everything.
You woke up the next day, the room being weirdly clean. Like clean as hell, it didn't look like yesterday. You noticed that you were laying on something. Oh, hell. Your head was laying on Seong-je's lap. So you sat up quickly. "What...what the hell!" You yelled at him, he just gave you a sigh and laughed at his actions. "Surprised? You were the one that laid on my lap. Conscious about it?" You were confused, you? Seriously? Laying on his lap? Things were escalating too fast. You couldn't understand why.
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Omg..hey y'all! I'm so sorry this took long but literally my dumbass forgot to save the first version of this and I sadly couldn't save it 💔 Please guys I'm so sorry that this took so long, I lowk felt so sad during making this because I felt so guilty, supposedly this would be released 3 days ago but I lost motivation because I was overthinking all of ts, even so, I'm going to motivate myself to do pt. 3 without forgetting to save my draft. Ty guys for having the patience to keep up with my ahh 😭😭 I'll work hard for pt. 3 <3
𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 [Hong Kyung Love Story] Pt.2
Pt.1 ||
He's been your best friend since you were children and now you're all grown up and so debilitatingly single; maybe a familiar touch is all you need...
Chapter Warning!: SMUT!
A/N: *Def inspired by similar movies to Friends w/ Benefits + No Strings Attached + also that fluffer episode in New Girl
Recap: "You swear this won't change anything...?" He asks. "Nope. Best friends now, best friends after," You swear, holding up your right hand. The pen touches the paper and his signature is now on the line next to yours. For a moment, there's silence; the both of you standing at the island in the middle of your kitchen, staring at the homemade contract with your names on it. Then, slowly, you both raise your eyes to look at one another.
"Is this...stupid?" He asks you.
You shake your head, grabbing the paper and folding it up,
"Nah, this is the best idea we've had in years."
You promptly turn to the kitchen sink window and put the paper in a little decorative box you keep on the windowsill;
of course, when you'd first gotten it at the thrift store a year ago, you'd never have thought it would be the perfect place for a friends-with-benefits sex contract with Kyung.
Funny how life turns out, huh?
After putting it away, you both stand there, a certain silence falling between you, a bit awkward and heavy-
expectation fills the air.
Now what?
You clear your throat, "Uhm, wanna help me...clean up real quick?"
You motion to the shot glasses and bottles of alcohol, avoiding his eyes at all costs.
He easily notices the nervous way in which you're moving; not looking at him, keeping yourself hyper focused on such a menial task- it's not like you'd made a huge mess while you were drinking.
"Clean up?" He scoffs, "You just made all that fuss over making a sex contract- and you want me to wipe down counters?"
You laugh nervously, "I mean- do you usually like to have...sexual intercourse in dirty apartments?" This time, even you have to cringe at your use of the phrase.
It's interesting how shy you're being now in comparison to the animated way in which you'd been talking only a few minutes ago.
He finds it kind of...cute.
He can't help but chuckle to himself, and as you're about to walk past him to grab a paper towel, he swiftly grabs your arm, spinning you so you're looking at him, his hand coming up to your chin and lifting upward so you can look at him,
"Do you usually use the phrase 'sexual intercourse'," His eyes are low as he looks down at you,
"when you want to ask someone to hook up...?"
Your heart is pounding in your chest,
"N-no."
You can't even say anything else; the words are completely caught in your throat.
The air between you two finally shifts: thick and charged, like the world just got smaller...reduced to the size of your kitchen.
He sees it; the way your breath hitches, how your lips part slightly. This is usually the part where he'd say something sarcastic, or make some kind of joke to relieve the tension...
But he doesn't want to. Not this time.
Instead, he does what feels the most natural for a man and a woman in this exact situation...
He leans in- just slow enough to give you time to pull away if you want-
but you don't pull away;
Because you want this so bad, you feel it in every single cell in your body.
Just before his lips meet yours, he whispers,
"Then say it right...or don't say it at all."
Your eyes flutter closed, lips parting a bit wider and, for the first time in a long time, you feel that familiar wetness between your thighs-
not for your own hands, not for a toy-
but for a man...
For your best friend.
He snakes his arm around your waist,
"Say what you really want, Y/n..."
His lips ghost over yours so gently, you can hardly stand it. You're desperate for pressure, and he knows it;
"Fuck me, Kyung."
Never in a million years would Kyung have ever expected to hear that string of words fall from your lips, but now that he has, it sets something ablaze within him,
and he can no longer deprive himself of the delight of tasting his name on your tongue.
His lips finally press against yours, the firmness catching you by delightful surprise-
For someone who says he doesn't kiss often, he sure as hell knows how to do it right.
His tongue gently slips into your mouth, begging for entrance-
and you oblige.
His mouth is sweet, even through the taste of alcohol.
You bring your arms up to rest around his neck, bringing him ever closer to you. His grip around your waist becomes tighter,
"Y/n...can I...can I touch you?" He asks between kisses.
"Yes- please," You say, eyes still closed.
His other hand comes up to rest gently on your ass, though it doesn't last long before he's bringing it lower to grab a handful.
"Mm," You pull away to moan, turning your head-
though he continues on down to your neck.
Already, this feels different form your almost-hookup with the guy at the wedding;
The way Kyung's touch feels is different- even despite his desire for your body,
his touch is sweet and slow.
"Can you take this off?" You ask breathlessly as you grip the hem of his t-shirt.
He nods enthusiastically, "Yeah-"
Tugging the fabric gently out of your hands, he swiftly lifts the t-shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the kitchen floor.
You've seen him shirtless many times- and admittedly, you'd stolen glances every now and then-
you're only human after all...
But in this context, it's like everything is magnified;
the ridges in his slender frame- his arms and pecs defined without being overly bulky-
you run a hand gingerly down his chest and stomach, and the sensation makes him let out the softest of sighs.
It's been a while for him too
since the last time he was...
touched, in this way.
"Your turn," He whispers, bringing his hands up under your t-shirt, though he doesn't remove the shirt himself;
he just touches the warm flesh of your waist, his fingertips grazing softly enough to give you chills.
He hasn't removed his eyes from yours; wanting to savor every second of the sight. It's like he's afraid to blink and be woken up from this moment.
You slowly bring your own tee-shirt up, exposing the supple flesh of your chest to his eyes.
His lips part, drinking in the sight of your breasts sitting beautifully in your black bra;
it's not a special kind of undergarment- it's plain, one solid color-
but to him, you are a sight to behold.
And truthfully, you get a thrill from being on display like this for him.
"Can I confess something?" He asks, a coy smile growing on his face, though he keeps his voice low- like he truly wants you to be the only one to hear it.
"What...?"
"When we hit middle school, I would kinda catch myself thinking a lot about..." He laughs at himself, "About your boobs."
You blink a few times at the revelation, completely caught off guard.
You snort, "What? Are you serious?"
He nods, "Yeah- way too often. What can I say? I was a pubescent pre-teen."
You laugh, but then it turns into a coy smile of your own,
"And..." You lean back on the counter, arms supporting your weight, which makes your chest stand out more,
"What did you think about them?"
"Well..." He's impossibly close as he speaks,
"I'd wonder what they looked like..." He drops his eyes to your chest again, and then brings one hand up to caress the surface of your left breast with the back of his index finger,
"What they'd feel like..." He looks back up at you, all the playfulness in his eyes gone,
"How they'd taste."
Your breathing is ragged under his touch.
"Can I see them completely?" He asks, bringing his hand up to toy with your strap.
You nod, "Yes-"
You go to undo the clasp, but he stops you,
"No...let me..."
He brings one arm around to your back and expertly unclasps it;
the immediate relief making you sigh.
Slowly...excruciatingly slowly...he slides the bra down your arms, tossing it haphazardly.
"Shit..." He murmurs, staring down at your naked torso.
He doesn't touch right away, just stares for a long while.
It makes you shy- standing there, his eyes eating you up-
though it also makes you so unbelievably aroused.
You reach for his hand and rest it on your boob;
immediately, he begins kneading at your warm flesh.
He bites his lip, bringing his free hand to play with the other breast, his fingers gently pinching at your nipples- though not enough to hurt.
Your eyes flutter at the sensation until they finally close;
that's always been a sweet spot for you.
"Mm..." You moan.
He looks up at you, still playing with your tits but more focused now on the reaction he gets from you,
"You're sensitive here, aren't you?"
You nod, "Yes..."
And then, you feel it; he takes your nipple into his hot, wet mouth, and your eyes shoot open,
"Shit, Kyung," You whisper, bringing your hands up to support his head, fingers gently finding their way in his beautiful, wavy, black hair.
His ears perk up at the sound of his name again, and it encourages him to keep going, not ceasing with his tongue or his hand.
"Let's- let's go to my room," You suggest, bringing his head up to look at you.
The way he looks at this angle- like a dog eager to please-
it ignites something in you;
raw, primal, and oh so hungry.
He nods, straightening up.
You gently grab his hand and lead him out of the kitchen and down the short hallway;
your heart is pounding anew as you open your bedroom door.
He's been in your room a million times and even slept over more times than he can count-
but in this moment, he's not just a friend-
he's a lover;
and he's not just here for a movie marathon and snacks.
You drop his hand and sit down on your bed, leaving him standing in the middle of the room.
Now you're both topless but still in your jeans from earlier.
You both stare at each other- the tension so thick in the room,
you could cut it with a knife.
He steps closer, and closer, and closer- until he's hovering over you, lifting your chin up to look at him,
"Lay back."
The firmness in his voice makes your pupils dilate.
You don't hesitate to obey, and you slowly lower yourself backwards until you're propping yourself up on your elbows- your legs still hanging off the edge of the bed.
"Can I take these off?" He asks, gently pinching the fabric of your jeans.
The butterflies in your stomach are darting around violently- like they're trying to make a break for it.
You nod, unable to formulate audible language. He smirks, loving how different you are under these circumstances.
He leans over, and you think he'll remove the pants right away, but instead, he lowers his lips to your stomach, planting butterfly kisses all over the soft surface.
You gasp, feeling your muscles ripple under his lips, "I love that..."
He pays you no mind, continuing to worship your abdomen until his hands come up to the button on your pants, seamlessly undoing them with a quickness- you hardly notice he's done it already-
that is, until he's gently tugging downward-
and then you remember the type of fucking underwear you're wearing- along with the fact that you didn't fucking shave down there today.
Your hands quickly shoot to the waistband of your jeans-
"Wait!"
He immediately snaps out of the moment, concern on his face,
"What? Are you okay? Did I mishear you?"
You shake your head, "No- sorry, no- it's just-"
You feel embarrassed.
"What is it?" He furrows his brows, holding himself up on the edge of the bed now.
"I didn't expect to have sex tonight so I-I-I didn't prepare and I'm wearing..."
"You're wearing...?"
"Granny panties," You squeal, bringing your hands up to cover your face.
He stares at you for a moment, processing what you've just said, and once he does, a laugh escapes him,
"Y/n- are you serious?"
"Don't laugh, you asshole," You groan.
"Y/n." He waits for you to uncover your face, but when you don't, he gently slaps the side of your thigh over your jeans,
"Y/n, look at me."
You crack your hands open just enough to look at his face without fully uncovering your face, "Speak."
"Y/n," He says once more, his smile softening as he removes your hands himself.
"What...?" You sigh.
"So you're wearing granny panties," He laughs, spotting a bit of the elastic sticking out from the top of your jeans and snapping it gently against your skin, "You think any heterosexual man would genuinely stop the process of getting laid just because a girl is wearing her...old lady underwear?"
"It's not just that- I didn't....I didn't shave either."
He gently rubs at your thighs, "And...?"
"What do you mean 'and'?" You ask, lifting a brow at him.
"I mean...we can stop if you want, but I don't really care if you're shaved or not," He shrugs.
You stare at him for a moment, surprised at his reaction,
"You...don't care if a girl shaves?"
He shakes his head, "I mean, are you not an adult woman? I don't need you to be bald as a baby's bottom or anything."
You know it's the bare minimum answer from a man, but you can't help how his reassurance makes you feel.
You give him a nod, "Alright...you can- you can take them off."
He smiles, "You sure?"
"I'm sure."
His smile gets bigger and he resumes his previous task-
he tugs down slowly, pulling a little harder when the pants get caught on your ass, and then finally he's pulling them down your ankles, exposing the supposed 'granny panties', which are really just black bikini-cut panties with a slightly higher waistline.
His heart pounds at the sight of your bare thighs;
unsurprisingly, he's never seen you like this, as you've always been a basketball shorts and tee-shirt kind of girl when it came to swimming and stuff.
"God, I could take a fucking bite out of your thighs," He groans.
"Then do it." You say, eyes locked on his as you challenge him.
Without a moment's hesitation, he bends down, kissing the flesh of your thighs a few times before giving a few love bites.
You smile, delighting in the sight.
At first, he's gentle, but then he begins to apply more pressure, until he's leaving slight indentations in the skin.
It's so fucking hot to see him enjoying you like this.
You watch him bite for a little while longer, and then he finally drops to his knees.
Your breath hitches at the sight.
"Here, lift your legs up a bit," He says.
You lift up, and he helps your legs the rest of the way so that they're resting on his shoulders and back, leaving him in between your thighs.
His mouth waters at the sight of your clothed pussy- the mound of heat calling to him already.
"Can I keep going?" He asks, looking up at you.
You nod, "Please..."
He brings his hand up so that four fingers rest on your upper pelvis while his thumb rubs small circles over the fabric of your panties.
Immediately, you let your eyes closer,
"Fuck...that feels so good."
He lets his tongue come out to rest at the corner of his mouth, completely focused on you.
You bring your arm up to rest behind your head as you let out soft moans.
Then finally, he's sliding your panties off-
the last barrier between your wanting pussy and his hungry mouth.
You feel shy again at the thought of him seeing your ungroomed heat,
but then he lets out a desperate groan,
"You're so fucking beautiful..."
His words make your heart flutter.
Then he does something no one's ever done before-
he blows gently on you, and the sensation makes you exhale sharply,
"Woah- no one's every done that to me before."
"Not everyone knows how to eat pussy like me," He says smugly.
"Oh please, you're so fucking arrog-" You begin to say,
And then, without warning, his tongue is flat against your sensitive bud,
the shock immediately shutting you the fuck up.
"Oh fuck," You hiss.
He licks up and down, his head bobbing as he works on your sensitive clit.
You bring your hand down to his head, but you can't help the way it clenches to grab a fistful of his hair, and you accidentally pull a bit too hard-
Then you feel a firm smack on your ass-
the sting making your eyes widen in pleasure,
"Again," You say, surprising even yourself.
He smacks once more, slightly harder than the last time, as he continues to lick you.
"Kyung, it feels so good- it feels so fucking good," You whimper, beginning to grind your pussy into his nose and mouth. His arms curl around your thighs, holding you in place as his licks become more rapid and merciless, his fingertips digging into you.
Somehow, in this intimate and pleasurable moment,
you're reminded of that interview Doja Cat gave about how she prefers men with big noses-
and you must say, you now understand what she meant.
"Mmm..." He groans into your pussy before briefly pulling away to say,
"You taste even better than I thought you would."
Your breathing becomes labored as you begin writhing in pleasure, "Kyung- I think I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum soon," You moan.
He doesn't stop- just holds tighter, groaning more into your soft pussy.
"Kyung- Kyung- oh God-" Your hips begin bucking wildly,
"Fuck! I'm cumming!"
He doesn't stop just yet, wanting you to ride out your orgasm on his face, and you let him continue for a little while longer, until the sensation is way too much,
"Shit-" Your hips buck involuntarily once more, and then he's finally releasing you, a triumphant smile on his face.
"God, Kyung..." You pant, staring up at the ceiling in a daze,
"So, this is what you've been doing all this time?"
"Pretty much," He chuckles.
He doesn't move, just lets your recover-
though he stares at you in awe; he can't get over the fact that he's now watching you-
the girl he grew up with and considered his absolute best friend- recover from an orgasm that he gave her. It's enough to make his head spin.
His hand does come up to gently massage the spots on your thighs that he'd previously smacked, wanting to help ease some of the redness.
You look down at him and see his mouth is still glistening from your orgasm, and you can't help the new wave of arousal that grows within you at the sight,
"Come here," You say, beckoning him.
He knows exactly what you want, as he wants the same thing,
and he gently stands, leaning over you with his knee resting between your legs as he holds himself up,
"You wanna know what you taste like, Princess?"
He uses one of the names- one of the pet names you'd mentioned earlier-
and it instantly makes you ravenous.
You immediately wrap your arms around him and bring him close, and much to his surprise, rather than kissing him, you bring your tongue out to lick your cum off of the surface of his mouth and nose.
"That was so fucking hot," He breathes.
"I know right?" You say smugly.
"Are you...okay to keep going?" he asks, his own smirk growing,
"Or have I already worn you out?"
"Oh please," You reach down between the both of you and undo the button of his jeans with the same precision he'd undone yours,
"I haven't even had my fill yet."
His eyes darken at the way you're speaking to him- so confident, so sure of yourself.
This was the side of you that that prick at the wedding didn't get to see-
and maybe it's a good thing;
that asshole didn't deserve you anyway.
Kyung slides out of his pants, leaving him in his black boxer briefs.
"Oh, you haven't had your fill, huh?" He echoes your words, a dark smile on his face,
"You gonna let me fill you up, then?"
You nod, eyes flashing down to his groin;
you can see it- the hard bulge that you can already tell is gonna be big.
Your mouth waters at the sight.
He follows your line of vision to his groin and smirks,
"What? What are you looking at...?"
"You know what I'm looking at," You say, feeling your cheeks burn.
"No, no. Tell me what you want, Princess."
You can't help the shyness that suddenly takes over,
"I..."
"You...?" He brings his hand to run from your ankle and up to your thigh, "Come on...just say it..."
"I wanna see you...all of you," You manage to say.
His smile grows wider,
"Alright..." He brings his hands up to the waistband of his underwear and and gently tugs downward just enough to expose his upper pelvic area;
a little shadow of hair peeks out from the top.
You bite your lip, your pussy newly wet as you anticipate the moment he'll finally show you.
Then finally, he tugs them down all the way, stepping out of them once they're on the floor.
Hong Kyung...
is fucking hung.
Your mouth falls open, but no words come out,
and it makes him smile; he knows very well what he's working with.
"Where do you want me to put it, Y/n?"
His slick tone, mixed with his use of your name,
makes your stomach do flips.
You don't answer verbally;
instead, you adjust yourself up higher on the bed so your back is against the headboard, and slowly, you spread your legs to display yourself for him anew.
You bring your hand up to your tongue, licking slowly, and then bring it down between your legs to rub gentle circles on your clit.
He watches you with a dark ferocity, your sensuality making his cock twitch at the sight.
Slowly, like a man hunting prey,
he crawls onto the bed until he's positioned between your legs again, though he makes no other move-
he just stares down at you, drinking in the view.
His eyes trail over your breasts, your pussy, your thighs-
and finally, your face...
The face he'd seen so many times,
but hadn't truly seen
until this very moment.
You really are so beautiful to him...
"Get the condom," He instructs.
You nod, reaching over to get it from your beside drawer,
then you hand it to him.
"Wait, why'd you assume I had one?" You ask, tilting your head as you watch him tear the corner open with his mouth.
He'd learned that movie when you'd watched 'Love Don't Cost a Thing' as teenagers-
I guess Steve Harvey was right...
it is cooler to do it with your teeth.
He snorts, "I saw the condom a few weeks ago when I was digging for batteries for the remote, and I sure as hell knew you weren't fuckin' gonna use them."
Even in the middle of some of the hottest sex either of you has ever had, he still manages to be the same asshole you've always known him to be.
"And how would you know I wasn't going to?" You arch a brow at him.
"Because I saw the rose toy you have right next to the box," He laughs.
Making fun of you right before he fucks you?
Oh yeah, absolutely nothing's gonna change between the both of you after this,
you're sure of it.
He's finally slips the condom on and then reaches down and hooks his arms around your thighs, gently pulling you lower so you're positioned better.
He caresses your legs gently, delighting in the way goosebumps cover every inch that he touches.
He brings a hand between your legs to see if you're ready, and then brings that same hand up to his mouth,
"You're so wet, aren't you?"
You nod, "I am- I'm so fucking ready, Kyung."
He smiles and then looks down between the two of you. He grabs his dick in his hand and puts his tip right on your clit, rubbing up and down a few times to get it lubricated,
"I can't wait to see how you fucking feel, Y/n," He says, drool practically dripping out of his mouth at the thought of finally feeling you around his cock...
You bite your lip, bracing yourself for when he'll actually slip it in.
He positions himself at your entrance finally,
"You tell me if you need us to stop, okay?" He says, looking at you again, a much softer expression on his face- wanting one last nod of approval for him to continue.
"I will," You say, giving him a soft smile.
That's all he needs; slowly, he pushes his length into you, his eyes fluttering at the sudden tightness.
Your eyes shut completely as your pussy adjusts to his size;
he's so damn big- bigger than anyone you've had before.
"Oh fuck," He growls,
"Y/n...oh my God, Y/n..."
The way he moans your name is like music to your ears,
"I'm here with you," You say gently, resting your hand on top of the one he has on your thigh.
Your voice is like honey, and all he wants is to be completely engulfed in you right now as he feels every single centimeter of your wanting heat.
His deep voice fills the room- a series of curses as he indulges in the pleasures of the flesh.
"Fuck, I never thought you'd feel this fucking good," He drives all the way into you, though he's careful to keep his pace slow, so as not to hurt or discomfort you.
"Come here," You say, bringing your arms out so he can be closer to you.
He doesn't hesitate to get on top of you properly, his dick never leaving the comfort of your heat, and now he's hovering over you again, his face inches from yours, eyes connected completely as you both exchange this intimate moment.
"You're doing so good, Princess," he says, his nose grazing yours.
God, the way he's praising you is the hottest fucking thing in the world.
"Harder, Kyung," You say, bringing your hand into his hair, tugging lightly.
He obliges, pumping harder and slightly faster, the slapping noises filling the room.
"Oh shit- oh shit like that- right on my clit, baby," You moan for him,
"Just like that."
He loves hearing you be vocal, and can't help the urge to bring his lips crashing onto yours again;
it's a sloppy kiss, but delicious all the same-
His tongue drags against your bottom lip and he takes the soft flesh between his teeth to bite down gently, stretching the delicate skin.
You tighten your grip in his hair and let out a small moan.
Nothing compares to this feeling;
the feeling of wanting to be so close to someone that you're fused into one being...one very soul.
You're so tight and he's so excited it's hard for him to fully focus on not cumming- he'd be mortified if the very first time you guys ever hooked up, you'd get the impression that he was a minute-man.
"I- I'm trying not to cum too soon," He murmurs.
Your eyes gleam at his words; he's already close to orgasm and it's...because of you.
"Okay hold on-" You rest your hand on his chest to slow his pace.
You reach over to your nightstand, careful not to let him fall out of you. You feel around for a moment or two for the texture of the silicone against your fingertips.
You pull out the little, pink, silicone rose toy.
Kyung somehow gets even harder at the sight of the toy;
when he'd seen it for the first time a few weeks ago, he was curious about what you might look like when you...
though he'd immediately shut the idea out of his mind-
But now?
Now he gets to see you in action.
He gives one hard thrust into you, keeping you on your toes.
You squeal, letting out a laugh and slapping his chest.
You reposition yourself comfortably, and he moves a bit so that there's enough space for your arm to fit between the both of you;
then, you switch on the toy and place it right on your clit.
Your eyes immediately close, delighting in the sensation.
He watches your face for a moment, his cock twitching inside of you at the beautiful sight.
Slowly, he pumps in and out, wanting to savor the moment a bit.
"Mm..." You moan, your jaw falling open involuntarily, tongue pressing hard against the inside of your cheek.
"You're so beautiful..." He murmurs again, planting kisses along your shoulders and chest as he keeps his thrusts even.
You open your eyes and see the way he's looking at you-
his eyes holding something not a single one of your
other partners has ever held.
You can acknowledge that the dynamic between the both of you makes the experience more enjoyable.
He knows you better than anyone, which amplifies the connection aspect.
It's just a fuck, but its a fuck between best friends-
and that feeling of closeness
is why you find yourself so close to your second orgasm already.
"K-Kyung-" Your brows furrow, though you don't break eye contact,
"I'm gonna cum again," You whisper, feeling it rise in your stomach.
"Come on, beautiful. I'll cum with you, come on-" He brings his hand up to the side of your face, caressing it slowly, and letting his thumb rest on your bottom lip, holding it down as he begins to pump harder and faster.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-" You whine, "I'm gonna fucking cum for you, baby," You're already losing yourself.
You calling him that- calling him baby-
triggers something deep within him and he realizes that this whole time,
he'd been in the same boat as you-
wanting connection.
"Shit, I'm gonna cum too, Y/n," He groans, giving five good, deep thrusts before bursting inside of you, filling the condom with every last drop he has.
Shortly after, you're screaming as the wave overtakes you, bucking your hips violently,
"Oh shit!"
He takes you in again, his chest swelling with pride at having made you cum twice in one night. His thrusts slow down considerably, and he's now just looking down at you, a lazy smile on his face.
You pant, "Shit, Kyung..."
He laughs tiredly, "What the fuck just happened?"
"I think we...just had sex," you laugh with him, legs still spread as he hasn't taken himself out of you.
He lets himself collapse top of you, this time not supporting his weight, as his arms now feel very much like spaghetti.
"Shit, you asshole," You reprimand him playfully,
"You're thin but you weigh a ton."
He nuzzles his face in the cruck of your neck,
"Shut up."
You feel the heat of his breath on your skin and it relaxes you, your breathing now even as well.
Finally, after about two minutes, he rolls off to the side- the sudden feeling of emptiness between your legs makes you shiver, along with the sudden exposure to the coolness of the bedroom
now that you don't feel his warmth.
A comfortable silence falls between you as you lay next to one another. He stares up at the ceiling, smiling softly.
"What are you thinking so hard about?" You ask, furrowing your brows.
"Honestly...and I'm not saying this to blow smoke up your ass or anything..." He looks over at you,
"That may have been the best sex I've ever had."
"Right!?" Your eyes widen and you let out a boisterous laugh,
"I was just thinking that."
"You were right all along," He shrugs, "It's different with someone you have a connection with."
"I know I'm right. I always am."
He rolls his eyes,
"I take it back."
"Nope, that's not how it works," You sigh triumphantly.
He sits up and adjusts himself to stretch,
"I'm gonna go to take a whiz," He sighs,
"Need anything from the kitchen?"
"Yeah, bring me one of the little bags of Hot Cheetos. I just bought some."
He nods, about to get up but he can't fight the temptation and swiftly turns to give your ass one good smack before jumping up, knowing you'd reach over to try to get him.
"Hong Kyung!" You hiss.
"I'll be back!" He runs out of the room (naked) before you can get your hands on him.
You can't help but laugh at his stupidity...
Maybe this will work after all.
It's been about a week since you and Hong Kyung started up your little...agreement, and since then, you'd been having sex every other day, almost.
It's fun, casual, and satisfying;
not to mention, as soon as it's over, you're back to how you always are-
watching movies, goofing off, being unserious and uncomplicated.
You sit in the coffee shop, leaning back in your chair as you sip your black coffee, anxiously waiting for So-hyun.
When she finally walks through the door, she approaches with a sorry smile,
"I know I'm totally late, there was so much traffic."
You wave her away with a smile, "Don't worry, I haven't been here long."
She looks at you, blinking her eyes a few times,
"You're awful smiley for it being so early in the morning..."
You furrow your brows, though your smile doesn't fade, "What do you mean?"
"Y/n, I'm usually having to call you at least twenty times for you to get up and meet me earlier than eleven," She snorts.
"Oh, yeah...I guess I've just been...in a good mood lately," You say, looking around the room to avoid looking directly at her; you're bad at trying to be casual.
"Y/n," She eyes you.
"Hm?"
"What are you not saying...?"
"What do you mean? There's nothing I'm not saying. I say it all, all thet time. I'm known for keeping it real, ya know?" You're word vomiting again.
She gently rests her hand on your forearm, "Take a breather, Y/n."
You nod and let out a big exhale.
"Now spit it out," She says.
You hesitate, but then finally decide to just say it,
"Remember how I told you about my...almost hook-up at the wedding?"
"Yeah..."
"And then remember how you suggested that I hook up with Hong Kyung?"
She raises a brow at you, "Yes...I remember."
"Well..." You bring your coffee cup to your lips,
"We had sex this past weekend, and have had sex almost every day since then," You take a sip.
Her mouth falls open and she stares at you in disbelief, "You guys are-?" She doesn't finish her sentence.
You nod, "Yep. We are. We even made this...contract."
You feel your face getting hot.
"A contract," She echoes incredulously, "Like a legal contract? Or did you two sign something stupid on a napkin after drinking soju" She snorts.
"Uhm, well actually, it was a sheet of legal pad paper, thank you very much," I huff.
She lets out a laugh, "I can't believe you guys are doing that."
"What do you mean? You were the one who suggested it," You furrow your brows.
"Yeah, but I didn't seriously think you'd do it."
"What, now you think it's a bad idea or something?"
She thinks for a moment, "I don't know...possibly."
"Well, allow me to put your mind at ease; he and I are totally normal. Nothing has changed, nor will it change."
"And you're sure about that?" She asks.
"Yes, dammit," You say exasperatedly.
She throws her hands up in surrender, a sly smile still on her face,
"Alright, alright. I believe you."
"Thank you," You sigh, taking another sip of your coffee.
She just doesn't understand. You and Kyung are just built different;
thick as thieves-
nothing will ever change that...
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Pairing: Yoo Si-eun x Reader
Genre: Fluff → Smut | College AU
Word count: ~6,500
Summary: You’ve been borrowing Si-eun’s textbooks all semester, and along the way, you’ve left behind little notes: doodles, encouragement, private jokes. What you don’t know is that he’s been collecting every single one. And what he doesn’t know is how you feel—until now.
Well—no. It started with Yoo Si-eun, deadpan and dry, passing over his physics textbook without a word when you forgot yours for the third time in a row.
“You should carry a bag,” he mumbled, not looking at you.
“You should carry less judgment,” you shot back sweetly, and he scoffed, just enough to make you feel victorious.
You didn’t know why he kept letting you borrow his books. He barely seemed to like people, and yet every time you arrived breathless and unprepared, he’d slide one across the table with a sigh like it was inevitable. Like he’d been expecting it.
So you thanked him in the only way you could: you doodled in the margins.
At first, it was dumb stuff—tiny frogs saying “ribbit” during momentum formulas, or stick figures in increasingly dramatic death poses next to your least favorite equations. Then it became… something more.
"Don’t fall asleep in class again today."
"You’re really good at this, even if you pretend you’re not."
"If you ever smile during lectures I’ll pass out." (That one was in pink gel pen with little hearts.)
Si-eun never said anything. But he never erased them either.
A month later, you spotted something.
A fat envelope stuffed into the front of his folder. Peeking out of the corner?
Your frog doodle.
Your handwriting.
He was keeping them.
Your stomach did a little somersault, like a frog of its own had launched off a lily pad directly into your chest. You didn’t say anything, too nervous to ask—but suddenly every exchange between you felt different. His stares lingered longer. His tone had softened.
And one day, when you passed back a borrowed workbook with another silly message inside—"Can you believe you’re the hottest guy in linear algebra?"—his hand caught yours.
“Do you do that for everyone?” he asked.
You blinked. “Do what?”
“Write stuff.” He looked at you, something unreadable in his eyes. “In their books.”
Your mouth went dry. “No. Just yours.”
A long pause. Then:
“Good.”
You never kissed Yoo Si-eun for the first time. It just… happened.
One moment you were sitting beside him in the library, knees pressed together under the table, and the next he leaned in like it was a secret, like it was something he’d been wanting to tell you for a long time but couldn’t say out loud.
So he showed you instead.
His lips were warm, shy at first, then hungry. His hands—always so careful when flipping pages—were suddenly gripping your waist like you might vanish. And when you pulled back, just a little breathless, he didn’t let you go.
“I like it,” he said quietly, “when you say things out loud.”
Your heart flipped. “What things?”
He leaned his forehead against yours. “That you like me.”
Your cheeks burned. “I do.”
“Then say it.”
“I like you.”
He kissed you again, firmer this time. “Again.”
“I really like you, Si-eun.”
You felt him smile against your mouth.
“Okay,” he murmured, voice dipping. “Now say something else.”
[⛔ SMUT BELOW | soft, emotional, a little needy 🫶🍶💗]
By the time you were back at his apartment—your hand still in his, your bag discarded somewhere near the door—neither of you could stop smiling.
He sat on the edge of his bed, watching you take off your shoes, his eyes trailing your every move like you were some kind of dream he didn’t quite believe.
“Come here,” he said softly.
You stepped between his knees.
He tilted his head up to look at you, then reached up to tug you down, letting you straddle his lap.
Kisses turned lazy. Melty. Like the tension had cracked and now all that was left was warmth.
His hands slid under your shirt like he was learning a language—fingertips skating along your sides, your back, anywhere he could touch. He pulled the shirt over your head carefully, slowly, like he didn’t want to miss a single second of seeing you.
You did the same to him, admiring the way his skin flushed beneath your fingers.
“I wanted this,” he whispered, brushing his lips along your collarbone. “For a long time.”
You laughed gently. “But you never said anything.”
He met your eyes. “You never said anything either.”
You kissed his cheek, then lower—down his jaw, down his throat, until he hissed softly and cradled your hips against his.
“I want to hear you say everything,” he breathed.
“Everything?”
He nodded. “What you want. What you feel.”
You nuzzled against his neck. “I want you to touch me.”
His fingers dug into your thighs. “Where?”
You leaned in, whispering the answer into his ear. His breath caught—and then his hands were on you, exactly where you needed them.
He took his time. Like reading one of your notes—again and again and again, just to make sure he understood every word.
By the time he was inside you, you were saying everything.
That he felt too good. That he was too deep. That you couldn’t believe this was real.
He answered you with kisses and low, breathy groans, and soft-spoken words that spilled out between thrusts like he couldn’t stop himself either:
“You’re so warm.”
“You always smell so good.”
“I wanted to fuck you since midterms.”
“I keep every single note.”
You kissed him harder. Wrapped your legs tighter around him. Clung like you’d never let go.
And he let you.
Held you.
Until both of you came undone.
Later, when you were curled up in his bed—his hand tracing lazy patterns on your arm—he said, “I’ll keep writing things too.”
