let's ride babe (ia)

gunil

first of all, he's a "where's my hug?" guy

uses 3-in-1 shampoo/conditioner/bodywash.

he has a tub of hair treatment somewhere in his bathroom for bleach-fried purposes; but that's used separately and Only when he has light colored hair.

jungsu

manspreads disgustingly wide.

his balls can't possibly be stuck together that bad ?

close your legs. whore.

hyeongjun

if you're sitting together on public transport you'll be squeezed by his almighty manspreading

this doesnt happen often. but there Have Been times when he came after fucking you and knocked tf out. leaving you hanging like ?? is he fr making you cum BY YOURSELF ..

(to his credit, he apologizes profusely when he eventually wakes up to find you sulking + nearly dies of embarassment every time you mention it)

jooyeon

plays soccer on the weekends. comes home not only smelling like a dog (+ soccer jerseys stink So bad wtf) but also leaves his stinky ass shoes in the hall (/vomits) and tries to give you a hug for the sole reason of being gross.

A sudden ringing at your doorbell startles you just as you’re about to fall asleep.

Frowning, you reach for your phone to see what time it is. Well, it’s not that late - 23:50 o’clock, but since you have classes early in the morning tomorrow, and no plans tonight, you decided to catch up on some sleep.

You’re definitely not expecting guests.

Another ring buzzes throughout your apartment as you put your hoodie over your thin top. In a pair of socks, you rush to the door with drowsy footsteps and slowly pull it open.

It’s not a person, the first thing your eyes see, - it’s a bouquet of deep red roses.

You open the door wide. It’s him. Hyeongjun.

His hand holds the flowers in front of his face, hiding it from you. But you recognise every other part of him; from his slightly worn out denim jacket to his black nails and relaxed posture.

It turns out he’s not that at ease though once he reveals himself.

His dark hair is a little messy as if he’d run his hand through it too many times on his way here. His jaw is a bit tense and his lips seem to br unable to move as his eyes keep shifting away from yours. Is he… nervous?

Embarrassed?

Your gaze flickers up and down, from the bouquet to his expression, and you can’t tell which of those confuses you more.

“Uhm… what are you doing here?”

Your lips twitch in a smile you try to control for a little longer; you have an idea of what has led him here, but still… what if you’re dreaming?

Instead of answering, Hyeongjun pulls something from behind his back with his other hand - a heart-shaped box of chocolates.

You can't help but stare while slowly accepting the flowers first.

“Is this a prank?”

“I can return them.”

“No!” You almost let out a chuckle as you stare at him with wide eyes. “I just thought Valentine's day was dumb.”

Hyeongjun looks away for a second, then back at you as you lean against the doorframe; the corner of his mouth slides up in a smirk that doesn't reaches his eyes just yet.

“Yeah, well... it still is.” He murmurs while drumming against the box of chocolates. “But you like it.”

For a moment, you're tongue-tied. You still to watch the boy who made fun of you last year for falling for a lame cash grab standing in front of your door at 12 am with roses and candy, as though he stepped out of one of your guilty pleasure rom-com movies.

Because he's in love with you.

At once, you step closer and press a soft kiss on his lips.

Just for a moment, Hyeongjun's body freezes beneath your tender touch; his hand drops to rest on your waist as the pleasant thrill causes him to sigh against your lips.

“You know,” you whisper, biting your lip before saying it, “this is really romantic...”

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“Oh, I will make a big deal out of it.” You laugh softly, inviting him inside your home by pulling at his shirt.

The minute he takes off his shoes, you take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. This time your lips crash against his; out of strong endearment mixed with joy, but also passion. The lamp on your nightstand remains just as you left it, casting a warm, golden glow that lands softly on your face when you kneel down.

Your hands hurry to unzip his pants, but to your surprise, Hyeongjun stops them.

“Is something wrong?” You look up at him, noticing how his gaze seems softer tonight.

He doesn’t respond right away, just shakes his head as he signals you to stand up. With no rush, he helps you strip from your clothes, then tells you to get on the bed, watching the movements of your naked body as if it's his first time seeing it in such intimate state.

His hands rest on top of your tummy as he swipes his flat tongue against your clit; a slow gentle motion that turns into a kiss. The following sucks of his lips come in a sensational combination with a nice amount of saliva trickling down your folds and swift flicks from the tip of his tongue.

Soon enough, the arousing thrill in your core forms into a warm tight knot. In the heat of the moment, you grab onto Hyeongjun's hands for support, begging him not to stop.

His fingers intertwine with yours on the instant, feeling how your grip tightens as his mouth leisurely maintains the same steady rhythm - relaxed, but easily bringing you on cloud nine.

You're still holding hands when he finally shoots you a glance; the familiar desperation he loves seeing on your face is evident, reminding him of the tightness in his own underwear, but more than anything - making him want to turn that piece of delight swirling in your tummy into an unforgettable moment of euphoria.

His one hand pulls away to feel your arousal, to tease your throbbing walls slowly.

“So needy tonight, aren't you, baby...” It's not a question, because the answer is more than clear. “You were ready to take my cock without even asking me first.” His smirk lasts a second as his teeth sink into your inner thigh, giving you a firm, yet playful bite, that leaves a light, wet mark; near a fading hickey.

“I'm sorry, I just...” You stop mid sentence, unable to suppress your moan in time “... wanted to give you something nice too, but I should've asked...”

You expect him to land a slap on your body somewhere, to spit on your pussy and call you names - the usual ways you magnify your mutual pleasure that never stop being exciting, - but he only represses a chuckle and moves onto removing his clothes.

As he gets on top of you, with hair falling over his face and arms locking you in place beneath him, a soft whimper escapes your mouth during the smooth entering of his length.

“You've given me so much already,” he says almost in a whisper while holding your chin with his fingers and staring down at your parted lips.

In the meantime, his hips grind against you, causing his tip to softly invade you as deep as possible.

Your heart skips a beat as you take a minute to cherish this moment... his words, and how he uses them, sincerely and without hesitation; the way his dark eyes do not dare to lock with yours, not because he doesn't want to, but because of the vulnerability of his confession.

“And I will continue to give you more.” Your hands find their way to the sides of his neck; fingertips tracing the warmth of his skin, grounding him in the tenderness of your touch.

Then, a smile forms on both of your faces - expressing affection and quiet relief at the same time.

In this fleeting moment, even Hyeongjun can't deny it… maybe, just maybe... this is kind of romantic.

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He’s finding it difficult to grasp how this slow pace forms such a strong knot of rush in his body. He can feel it pulsing in every part of his being as you keep rolling your hips, syncing your pants with his.

It’s unusual for the two of you to stick to such relaxed rhythm for this long, but so pleasurable. Especially when you realise to what degree of fucked out Jiseok can go.

“I can cum like this, holy shit—“ He hisses as his eyes roll back in pleasure. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You do feel good on top when you’re with Jiseok.

You might say yes and become his girlfriend.

You take your cellphone and open the camera. After hitting the record button, you adjust the device on your nightstand where both of you can be seen perfectly in the footage.

Jiseok doesn’t glance at the phone’s direction, because he expected this sooner or later.

Nothing in your performance changes as the recording goes on. You continue looking at each other the way you always do, compelled by each other’s expressions; you continue to sound just as erotic and close to being pushed over the edge; you continue to please him, but with just a hint of dominance in the pace, aware that he’s close.

“Fuck, just like that, baby, don’t stop—“ A string of cussing words comes out of Jiseok’s mouth as your body jumps up. The video catches his breathless voice and the creaking of the mattress beneath his naked figure.

He wishes he can hold onto the view of your bouncy breasts, but the urgent rush inside him becomes too much to handle and he throws his head back into the pillow, giving you a nice view of his bobbing adam’s apple.

“Yeah, pretty,” he says in a hurry as he forces his eyes back where your bodies connect, “taking my cock like a good girl, gonna make me cum so hard.”

You smile at him, cheeks flushed from his ongoing words and the way his plump lips stay parted in a silent moan. You learned to love the way he starts babbling when he’s close to cumming.

“Gonna cum for me, baby, mm?”

His hands retrieve from your body - another sign he’s fully at your control and trusts your ways.

“Yea, baby—“ His one hand grabs the sheets helplessly. He’s trying so hard not to crumble. “Cream my cock first, yeah? Cum around me, doll, please!”

You really thought you’re going to keep up with the sensual speed, but you quickly realise that your body wants more.

It needs more force, more of this warm electrifying energy that’s flowing through your veins as he keeps you full causing your arousal to dribble down the soaked condom.

“Ji—“ you choke on his name, earning a pleasantly rough sound from his throat as an answer. “Oh, fuck!”

Unconsciously your hands find his and force them on the sides of your lower body. His grip immediately obeys your needs and digs in tightly to help you out during the last few seconds when your rush is going to snap.

You feel your muscles melting; your body teeming with pleasure as the back and forth motions for a moment turn rigid and furious, then back to slow and mellow. Thanks to his strength the culmination overflows both of your bodies before your mind can even process it.

A moment later, Jiseok drops his head on the pillows with a sigh, running his fingertips through his hair as you stop the video.

He grabs the phone from you before you put it away to take a quick peek.

“Which one is it gonna be?” He asks with his eyes focused on the screen.

“This one.” You nod with no hesitation.

“You sure?” Jiseok tosses the device and a soft grin appears on his lips that now have a tint of red. “What about the one I fucked you in the car?”

You shake your head, leaning forward to his flushed chest.

“This one feels more intimate.”

His thumb forces your chin up, but he doesn’t kiss you. He only lets his gaze trace the features of your pretty face - the one that showed up so unexpectedly in his life.

You use the silence to ask:

“Are you sure you’re okay with ruining your friendship for me?”

Your ex boyfriend and Jiseok have been friends since they were teenagers, everyone knows that, but he replies without even taking a second to think. He speaks firmly, like there’s nothing to consider.

“Yeah, baby,” his hands stroke your naked thighs that still hold him down, “for you, every guy would.”

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Lee Jooyeon has used all his signature skills and fuckboy tricks on you - in your dms and in the free minutes between classes. You were close to giving in into his charms known to the majority of girls around several times, but you managed to resist. Fortunately, after your first year of college you stopped sharing classes. If that wasn’t the case, you’re not so sure you would’ve lasted to keep your distance from him this long.

One thing you promised to yourself before walking into his dorm room is to not let him turn you into one of his sex toys. You’re not going to be just another name in his never ending wish list.

Sat on his lap, you pull your dress over your head and toss it to the floor - casually, as if you’ve been here before and you’ve done it a million times. The obvious way his eyes are tracing every inch of your body doesn’t stay unnoticed.

The longer they stare, the more his mind gets drunk on the sight that he’s been craving to see so bad. Now, that it’s finally in front of him he doesn’t know where to touch first. Where are you the most sensitive? He needs to know as soon as possible.

“Not used to have a girl not run into your arms at the very first smile of yours?” You run fingertips through his blonde hair as he gazes into your face with intrigue.

“Honestly, I’m not, no.” He laughs and even his little chuckles sound flirtatious.

He leans in, keeping his hands moving along the bare skin of your back, and kisses you. There’s an electrifying thrill you can taste in his kiss. It makes your legs feel like jelly despite sitting still.

His fingers slide down to your waist only to sneak underneath your panties and the sudden grip on your ass provoke your hips to roll.

“Shit, baby—“ he stops his lips for a second to breathe, “you’re so hot.” He quickly resumes the kiss with even more greediness. His mouth separates yours with bigger force, but the nice rhythm is still there, turning you on and tempting you to search for friction against his crotch. “And needy,” he adds soon after with a prideful smile.

When he aims for another kiss your hand stops him. His eyebrows knit together with confusion as you look at each other intensely.

“What is it? You regretting this?” He asks after removing your fingers that were keeping him away. “I’ll make it worth your time, doll.”

“No, no,” you shake your head before tilting it to the side. Your eyes, full of lust and sinful thoughts, glance at his reddish lips before moving back up. “I want to spit in your mouth.”

Jooyeon remains silent for a moment, speechless.

“You do?”

“Yeah, are you not into these things?” You ask slightly surprised. You’ve always thought guys like him who think with their dicks would be into some stuff…

“No, I am.” Jooyeon huffs, placing his hands on the bed. His back rests against the wall where there’s an AC/DC poster above his head as he keeps an eye on you. He doesn’t seem that confident anymore. “It’s just that usually girls beg me to spit on them.”

“There’s a first time for everything.” You pull him by the shirt, wanting him close again. His lips are parted a little as you wrap a hand around his throat; you feel the adrenaline rush shooting through your body from your bold moves. “Open.”

Jooyeon looks up at you. His expression is a mixture of surprise and contemplation. But there’s something else too… He also seems like he’s daring you to do it. Maybe he thinks you’re all bark and no bite.

You expect him to laugh at you. To say no. To move your hand and spit on you instead, mocking you for trying to be something you’re not. Who are you to tell him what to do?

But he only lowers his head back some more and exposes his mouth.

You roll your tongue, salivating as much as you can, then part your lips a bit while guiding them above his own.

Jooyeon stills in the same position, head tilted back, hands sinking into the mattress as your saliva pools into his mouth. Soon enough he shuts his eyes, letting the thrill flow in his body - the thrill that comes with realising what he just let you do to him. It comes with a bit of shame, but more than that… arousal.

There’s no point in denying that it’s turning him on.

“Now close it.” You order him without letting go of his neck. You watch him follow your instructions on the instant. “Swallow, baby.”

You sense the motion of his adam’s apple against your palm before you catch him licking his lips.

“Sweet.” He draws out the word and his voice makes it sound seductive.

“I’m surprised no girl has done this to you before.” You press yourself into his stiffening crotch and see him suppress a groan so obviously. Your clit is aching for stimulation, but you quickly remind yourself why you’re here. “I’m sure many of them want to spit in your face for treating them like shit.”

“Why are you being mean now, baby?” His hands grip your ass again to force another motion from your hips. He’s hardening more and more each second despite your frustrating attitude. “You can’t really think I’m a bad guy or you wouldn’t be here rubbing your sweet pussy on my cock right now.”

“Maybe I like bad guys.” You simply say while still being tempted to feel the friction of his pants against you one more time. You’re throbbing. “Maybe I like turning them into my toys.”

“That won’t happen with me, darling.” He laughs, amused at the thought. “Take it off.”

His warning eyes glance down at your bra. His voice sounds like a warning too so he must be throbbing as well.

“You take it off.”

Your head falls to the side as you rest palms on his knees. And wait.

Jooyeon laughs scornfully at your stubborn attitude, but decides to go along with your game. He’s been wanting to get in your pants for so long, he can’t fuck up now and ruin his chances to fuck you.

He takes the opportunity to show you that he still has the upper hand - he moves your lips apart with one swift motion of his tongue while reaching behind your back. The swirling, the crashing, the little sounds you can’t fight back and end up escaping your throat... they amplify the sexual tension around you, making your skin warm against his chest.

As expected, he removes the bra with no problem as he’s done this many times before, while simultaneously dominating your mouth with ease.

With no lace to hide your breasts anymore, you grip Jooyeon’s jaw to force his head back, and take a deep breath.

For your surprise, he looks into your eyes first, because they’re so much more glossy than they were a moment ago, and then at your hard nipples.

“Fuck, I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

He bites his lower lip as he smirks; his palms get a hold of your boobs the moment you press into his boner and keep moving the way you would do if you were riding him.

You can’t suppress the urge for longer.

“Shit, wait—“ his hands drop in a hurry to unzip his pants.

“No, keep them on.”

He doesn’t get to say anything, because you lift his chin up, leaving him only to blink weakly at you as heavy breaths leave his lips in the rhythm of your body.

He knows what’s going through your mind and his open mouth anticipates the moment your saliva is going to fall onto his tongue again.

“Do it.” His voice sounds husky and pleading. “I want to fuck you so bad already, but fuck, do it.”

While the string reaches him, your hips don’t stop rocking back and forth, causing hoarse sounds to erupt from his throat as the stimulation grows higher.

You can’t see it, but he’s staining his underwear, twitching every now and then when he hears another arousing moan from you once your lips close.

The spit slides onto the surface of his tongue, but it doesn’t feel enough. You spit again, and then a third time which follows up with him licking up a string hanging from your bottom lip. He slurps your saliva before turning it into an open mouthed kiss. Moisture trickles down your chin as you whimper against his lips from feeling something inside you flowing through your veins - it’s warm, startling and buzzing.

You weren’t expecting nor planning on having an orgasm tonight.

“Holy shit,” Jooyeon exclaims, staring down puzzled at his lap. Puzzled in an astonished way, and staring more concretely at your panties as you stay still. “Baby girl, you keep surprising me tonight.”

He adjusts his clothed cock that’s so hard he feels like it’s about to burst any minute now if he doesn’t do something about it.

“We’ll have so much fun together,” he smirks, letting his hand slide up your hip.

You’re about to say something as you wait for your breathing to normalise itself, but your attention shifts elsewhere when you feel something sticking to your hand.

You look up and you freeze once you see your palm glued to the AC/DC poster on the wall. The paper is a little bit ripped.

You leave Jooyeon’s lap and pick up your dress. You don’t mention the poster. He has eyes so he’s going to find out himself.

“Wait! He jumps off the bed after you get dressed and head towards the door. “We didn’t have sex!”

“No, we didn’t.” You turn around and see the shock all over his handsome face. “Should’ve we had sex?”

“Isn’t this why you left the party with me?” He asks bewildered. There’s a gradual, but very obvious snotty change in his tone.

“Not really. I’ve heard enough stories about your dick so... I don’t feel intrigued enough to have sex with you, sorry.”

The statement about the stories is true; the second one - a lie. You do your best to not look away from his glare as you add:

“Oh, your secret is safe with me.”

“You like runnin’ your mouth, don’t you?” He steps closer. “You act like a whore around me all night then come here to spit in my face and act like a superior bitch... Let me guess. I’ve fucked one of your girlfriends now the slut is crying over me and you’re here for vengeance or some shit.”

“I don’t have any friends.” You simply answer and walk out the door.

Seconds later, as you walk down the hallway you hear the same door open, then Jooyeon’s sulky voice shouting.

“You owe me a new AC/DC poster!”

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You’re surprised to hear so many questions from him one after another, and they’re all about you. He’s usually so reserved no matter who’s around him, quiet and focused only on his own thoughts running in his mind. You’re surprised to see him suddenly bubbly and all because of this.

It seems like stumbling upon one of your secrets was needed to spark his interest to be more vocal, because the last few times he came ringing at your door was to feel physical connection rather than creating an opportunity for you to get to know each other in different ways.

You get it. For you, it feels like a sweet reward every time you learn even the smallest detail about his mysterious life; most of the time you learn those little things from his mother who still remembers you since you and her son used to attend the same high school. Whenever you cross paths in the neighbourhood you never ask about Hyeongjun, but she can’t help share her worries with you sometimes, about him taking the wrong path.

You highly doubt he finds the fact you own a vibrator as something special, but you can understand how he sees you in a new light now.

“Stay still, please.” You murmur quietly, trying to keep your focus on his wounded brow. You're almost done cleaning it up when the familiar buzzing sound suddenly goes off, making you glance down. Hyeongjun’s eyes lower as well and you feel how your entire skin heats up from his amused expression as you sit on his lap. “Stop moving, I just need to put the band aid and you're done,” you say, pretending to disregard his ploy.

Your gazes meet after he slowly brings his attention back to you. The corners of his lips relax, but the playful spark in his tired eyes remains, and for a short moment you feel strong difficulty in looking away from it.

As you carefully place the band aid the distracting noise your wand emits continues beneath you and soon enough rises higher as his thumb seems to force the volume up.

You roll your eyes as you reach to close the aid kit.

“What?” Hyeongjun chuckles provocatively. “It's a toy, we're supposed to play with toys, right?”

The unsettling fresh bruise painting the skin under his right eye steals your attention again, preventing you from acknowledging his teasing.

“At least wait for this one to heal before picking up another fight, okay?”

A pleasant thrill spreads inside you when his free hand appears on top of your thigh; it slowly travels further until it reaches your hip which tempts your own hand to move in the same direction. Not to interrupt anything, but to encourage the way it sneaks beneath your shirt.

“Remember what happened last time I was here?” He asks as the memories he’s recolling turn his voice lower. “Do you keep thinking about it like me?”

“I do,” you nod, guiding his hand higher. A sigh escapes your lips when you both squeeze your boob; the soft sound comes out from the sudden relief you feel from having him touch you again.

You missed it so much although you know it would be safer if you can learn to live without it.

“One more time?” He utters, tugging your bottom lip with his thumb.

Despite being aware of the way you’re only going to complicate your feelings, you allow Hyeongjun to unzip your pants. To kiss you with tongue and to find your clit through your panties that you keep on your body every time.

His mouth lowers to nibble on the sensitive skin of your neck and doesn't retrieve even when you lift up slightly so you can sink down his cock.

Just like last time.

You still haven’t had actual sex. You just keep him inside and make out until one of you cums first. It feels pleasantly fulfilling and yet not enough at the same time.

The swift, smooth entering into your wet walls makes him grunt softly just below your earlobe before he makes you moan from yet another sloppy kiss.

Hyeongjun’s lips finally take a break as he turns your vibrator back on, placing it against your clothed folds.

“When you use this little thing,” his low tone makes your body tingle with each following word, “do you think about the things we do?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I'm asking the questions here, baby.”

You take longer to respond as he forces the head of the toy harder onto your clit. The waves of stimulation invade your body even stronger, causing you to squirm in his hands, but to also clench around his cock with intensity as you envelop him in warmth.

“Yeah,” you admit, opening your glossy eyes,” I think about a lot of things... How we take things further.”

You didn’t expect to spit it out like that, but seems like the buzzing stimulation makes you lose control over your own mind.

Your hand glides up Hyeongjun’s chest who can only stare at you with slight surprise. He’s too fixated on the question why would a good, well educated girl like you, want to have sex with a guy like him… He fixates on it a bit too much to his liking.

“Oh, yeah?” He murmurs while suppressing another groan provoked by your strong tensing. “Does imagining me fuck your tight cunt makes you cum?” He traces his lazy gaze from your panties all the way up to your eyes just when they’re about to squeeze shut; the same moment your hips make a needy movement which he makes sure to prevent right away. “Shit, hold still, doll.”

The fingers of his spare hand sink forcefully into your skin to keep you steady, meanwhile yours wrap around his black shirt for support. The vibrations still focused on the same spot push you higher towards the edge and you can tell the rush is going to wash over you soon.

“I want to see her so badly,” he mutters, glancing down at your panties adjusted to one side. “She’s keeping me warm so well.” The corner of his mouth slides in satisfaction as your moaning turns uncontrollable. His expression quickly changes to something desperate though after his jaw drops open in awe.

As your walls grip onto him during the overwhelming seconds of your orgasm, his own climax hits him hard, and Hyeongjun’s fist tightens around the handle of the vibrator till his knuckles go white.

Your thighs shake, your minds turn foggy and you both forget to breathe while the moment of bliss lasts; feeling even better than the previous one.

“You know what?” Hyeongjun speaks up after a moment of waiting for your breathing to come back to normal. The nice after effects are settling into your skin as you simply let your eyes wonder all over the other’s face.

You’re still sitting still, with walls warm, marked by his cum and hugging him tight as he continues his thought after a pause that you’re not sure how to understand:

“My mom thinks I should hangout with you more often. She thinks that a good girl like you can fix me.”

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There’s so much that three years can do to a person.

You realise it after you walk out through the front door and call out Jiseok’s name who’s on the other sidewalk.

He’s sitting on his skateboard, settled under a tree to hide from the July sun and waiting patiently to see you for the first time after three years.

You cross the street, and run into his arms. He doesn’t even get the chance to give you one proper look, because you immediately jump on him with the widest most radiant smile.

His arms lift you up in the air as you scream at him for not telling you that he’s decided to come back for the summer.

He only giggles into your hair which is half-wet with a sweet scent that tickles his senses. His arms stay tightly wrapped around your back.

“I just got here last night and you’re already yelling at me.” He jokes quietly, but you barely hear a word from your heart beating so fast.

His appearance can continue to change as much as it wants, but the welcoming feeling of his comforting presence will always remain the same, and you will miss it every time he’s gone no matter what.

You feel the warm breeze across the back of your thighs, and you realise the flowy summer dress you’re wearing has hiked up your body a bit too much, exposing more skin than it’s appropriate. Jiseok’s grip around your body unintentionally exposed most of your panties by bringing you in the air, and you decide it’s time to let go before any of your neighbours see it.

“Sorry for making you wait,” you speak up almost out of breath from the excitement, “but I was in the shower when you called.”

“No worries.” He chuckles, and you don’t know if it’s just you getting used to hearing it again in person, or if the sound really has changed a bit. “What’s thirteen minutes compared to three years?” He gives you an ear to ear smile as his eyes squint from the bright sunlight.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming.”

He shrugs shoulders, because the reason is pretty simple and obvious.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

You both can’t stop grinning at each other, closely observing the changes that you’ve missed during all this time. His hair has gotten longer, his figure more broad and confident, his gaze - bolder. You’ve sent many selfies in the chat, many pictures, videos and you talk on facetime often, but it’s not the same.

Not even close.

“I have a surprise for you too.” You move your hand up in front of his eyes and Jiseok gasps loudly.

“No way!” He grabs the lollipop the second he sees it. The same one you always used to buy while you were in high school and continued to buy after graduation. “Wait,” his brows fake a suspicious look, “did you know I was flying home? Do you have some psychic powers you’re not telling me about?”

“I wish,” you laugh. “I just buy some once in a while, especially this time of the year. The flavour reminds me of the good ol’ days.”

“Thanks, I missed them.” He opens his arms, inviting you in a hug again. “And you too.”

You cling onto his body, genuinely grateful to have him so close to you again. The memories throughout the years you’ve created together since you were little kids running on this same street you are standing right now, burst into your mind, but you shove them away, wanting to be fully focused on the present.

“I missed you too. More than I expected.”

“Told you it will be boring without me.”

After you back away, Jiseok accidentally peeks into your cleavage while you fix your dress, and his laughter suddenly dies down. He shifts his gaze up to your face with a coy smirk.

“You look beautiful by the way.”

It’s not only your nicely shaped breasts that he’s complimenting, but your blossomed beauty too.

“Thanks.” You respond a bit flustered because it’s the last thing you expected to hear from him.

“Oh!” He turns around. “Check out my new skateboard deck.” He lifts it in front of his chest with a proud grin. “Customised it myself.”

“I knew there was an artsy side to you.”

You run your fingertips along the colorful deck, telling him how much you like the creative design.

Jiseok hops on the skateboard, and you both take a stroll around the neighbourhood. He said he wanted to see if anything has changed since he left to study abroad, and you tell him the only difference is that a few people moved.

As the both of you chat, jumping from one topic into another, you catch with your peripheral vision that Jiseok is taking off his t-shirt. You quickly look away, but not for long because his feet speed up the wheels of the skate and he’s suddenly ahead of you with his back muscles into your face.

He used to constantly yell at you “check this out!” before doing his tricks, but now he doesn’t do it anymore; maybe he grew out of it and since he’s shown impressive skills in a few competitions he doesn’t feel the need to.

He pops ollie high in the air before groaning from the hot temperature. His shirt hangs from his shoulder, and the closer you get, the better you see his tanned skin and the abs… especially the abs.

“We should go to the skate park before I leave so you can see my newest jump. I learned something that will make your jaw drop.”

“We should,” you agree.

You don’t ask when he’s leaving. You don’t want to know just yet.

Later in the afternoon Jiseok called you to hangout, and you noticed that your heart is racing quicker with each passing minute as you wait for him to pick you up with his dad’s car.

It’s unusual. There’s no reason for it to beat this furiously for a friend you’ve known all your life.

The vehicle approaches and you sigh with relief once you sit on the passenger seat, enjoying the colder air.

“Seatbelt, please.” Jiseok glances at your chest before preparing to leave the empty street. “Hot, isn’t it?”

“Deadly,” you complain, secretly checking your reflection in the rear view mirror.

You thought it would be just the two of you, but turns out a friend of his will be joining you.

“Do you mind?” Jiseok asks, paying attention to the busy road.

His schedule currently is packed by meeting up with many hometown friends that he hasn’t seen in a long time. He does his best to squeeze in everyone in a short period of time, and you understand that.

“Of course not, it will be fun.” You reassure him with a quick curl of your lips. “Do I know him?” You ask, worried if the slight disappointment you felt is echoing in your voice.

“I might’ve mentioned him before, but I don’t think you’ve met him.” Jiseok admits after a few seconds of thinking. “I’m sure you’re gonna like him though,” he quickly adds. “He’s not like most of my friends, don’t worry.”

“I like your friends!” You turn to him with a fake expression of surprise.

“No, you don’t.” Jiseok peeps at you before fixing his gaze on the road again.

His laugh rings in the car, and you feel a wave of relief. You’re glad he doesn’t mind your opinions on most of his friends. Not that he’s here to hang out with them and invite you to come along, but when he’s done with college he may have more opportunities to travel to his hometown… You wonder what his friends are like in his current new life. Does he act the same when he’s with them or is there a different version of Kwak Jiseok that you have no idea about?

“Here he is.” Jiseok shouts through a wide grin, rolling down the window. He sticks out his hand and his friend greets him with some kind of special fist bump. “Damn, the ponytail is sick.” He exclaims after the dark haired boy settles in the back seat. “I didn’t know you’re growing out your hair.”

“Thanks,” Jiseok’s friend says. His voice is coming in a mellow calming tone from behind your shoulder. “Thought you knew.”

“Maybe I would’ve if you facetimed me more.”

His friend laughs through a sarcastic reply, and Jiseok finally introduces you.

“Hyeongjun, this is Y/N, you’ve heard about her, Y/N, this is Hyeongjun.”

“Nice to meet you.” You turn around, reaching for his hand.

He accepts it gently with a genuine smile, and that smile awes you quite honestly. As he walked towards the car you noticed he has a nice slim figure with an appearance that seems appealing at first glance, but now that you take a closer look at him, his face is charming. It makes you want to keep staring at him.

“Actually,” Jiseok’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts, and you turn back around, “Hyeongjun attends the same college as you, Y/N. He’s majoring in Art.”

“Really?” You peek at him intrigued.

“Have you seen each other around?” Jiseok asks curiously while taking a left turn. He’s driving towards a nearby supermarket where you’ve decided to grab drinks and snacks for a picnic at the park.

“I don’t think so,” you mumble and Hyeongjun agrees with you.

“Figured.” Jiseok nods. “Hyeongjun would’ve remembered you.”

“Wow, I didn’t expect it to get so empty here.”

It’s midnight, and the only sounds left around are coming from your unending conversation with Jiseok and Hyeongjun. You can hear occasionally some murmurs or barking in the distance, but it seems that from now on it will only get quieter.

The multiple beer cans are sitting empty outside of the blanket on which the three of you are lazing on along with a few empty packages of snacks.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Jiseok sneaks a hand in the pocket of his pants and quickly unwraps the lollipop you gave him this morning. He puts a hand on his chest, overreacting after tasting it. “Just like I remember.”

“Wild cherry. It’s your favourite, right?” You direct your eyes on him, as you keep resting on your back. He’s sitting in front of you in one of the corners of the blanket, shirtless.

He humms in agreement, pulling out the lolly through his plump lips before showing off his enticing smile.

“But this one is even sweeter cause it’s from you.”

He hides it back in his mouth enjoying the way you attempt to look away shyly. Even in the darkness your features glimmer with a beam of light, and he can see clearly when you’re reacting to his words in a more special way.

Hyeongjun who’s sitting with his back leaning against the tree is picking out the next song to play on his phone while still drinking the remaining sips of his last beer.

He cannot help but steal shameless glances at your laying figure as you chuckle at almost everything Jiseok says. Your hair is spilling on the ground messy, but still beautiful while your naked legs move playfully left to right, distracting him with their hypnotising curves.

“Caramel apple should not come before wild cherry,” Jiseok bursts out dumbfounded.

“That’s your opinion,” you fight back. “I like it, I think it’s great.”

“Better than this?” He holds the red lollipop, anticipating your answer with raised brows.

“Maybe,” you reply, but you’re not able to say anything more after Jiseok moves closer, suddenly prepping himself over you. His lips hover over your mouth, slightly redder than their usual color, as his eyes pierce through yours which are stunned; not able to stop at just one part of his face. “What?” You ask.

“Can I kiss you so you can tell me if you still think that?”

You’ve never craved any taste so badly in your life.

“Yes.”

Jiseok presses his lips on yours, hard, yet cautiously at the same time. A burst of excitement and lust explodes in your chest the moment your mouths connect, allowing your lips to move in sync and explore parts of each other that were till now unfamiliar. Your tongues meet and the sweet flavour increases in your mouth as Jiseok’s dominates over yours.

He breaks the kiss, breathing out.

A moment later of just staring at each other somehow you find a conclusion despite the fuzziness of your mind.

“No, you’re right.” You answer, still facing him so closely. “Wild cherry is better.”

Your response provokes a smirk of pride on Jiseok’s face before it disappears from your vision. He moves lower down your body, his hands hike up your delicate dress that if you ask him, you look pretty much naked in anyway.

His palms explore your bare stomach and hips and you feel how every single place he touches starts heating up despite the normal temperature.

You spread your legs wider and Jiseok levels his face with your clothed cunt with a lollipop in mouth. He grabs it by the handle before speaking up.

“I have a feeling you’re sweeter, baby.” His thumb rubs the spot where your clit is and you sigh from how nice it feels. “Should we find out?”

You meet his heavy gaze between your legs.

“Yeah… I’d like that.”

After your permission, Jiseok moves your panties to the side, and shoots a warm thrill in your entire body through a long lick with his flat tongue. He repeats the same motion more slowly, giving you time to adjust to the feeling before he goes in to suck on your bundle of nerves, shutting his eyes in delight.

Hyeongjun respectfully ignored everything that happened a moment before this… however, he feels like it’s expected from him to watch this.

He sees Jiseok’s hands hugging your thighs as the sounds from his mouth devouring your pussy fill the silence of the deserted park. They’re so lewd and alluring. Just like the soft moans, spilling from your lips that cause his boner to grow.

Jiseok detaches from your folds, groaning from how turned on he is. The lollipop in his fingers appears closer until it bumps into your swollen clit.

“So sweet, doll.” He whispers in a raspier tone, tapping a few times with the head of the lolly. “I knew it.”

You feel him dragging the ball down your folds. The built up arousal is so much, the slickness makes it easy for half of it to slip inside your entrance with ease.

“Fuck, got you so wet for me.” Jiseok moves his dark gaze on your scrunched face, wanting to see your next expression when he pushes the rest of the lollipop into your cunt.

He smirks provocatively once you mewl with pleasure, letting him move it back and forth.

“What a needy girl,” he grunts, pulling it out slowly, “gonna cum from a fuckin’ lollipop.”

He hands you the candy all covered in your essence as soon as you rise up in a sitting position.

This is when the realisation that Hyeongjun saw everything hits you. You also just now notice there’s a new song quietly playing from his phone which apparently has his full attention, or that’s how he’s trying to make it seem.

Jiseok gives you an encouraging nod, his cocky expression with a hint of mischief tells you his imagination is running wild. He has something on his mind, and he’s excited to see you’re thinking of the same thing.

“Hyeongjun.”

Jiseok’s friend looks up at you questionably, and your lips turn up to make him feel less flustered.

“Do you want to try the lollipop too?” You ask.

He asks in return if it’s okay with you, and you respond by moving closer to him.

You guide it towards his lips and he separates them like by a command. You maintain the eye contact as you invite the sugary flavour on his tongue, but once he wraps his seductive lips around the ball which looks too erotic to you for some reason, you couldn’t control your eyes anymore. They move from his lustful eyes and remain on his mouth to watch how he sneaks out his tongue, swiping it along his lips after you pull out the lollipop.

He swallows the sweetness, and you gulp right after him - solely from the urge to kiss him. There’s a desire to find out how his lips would feel that bubbles up inside you.

“You can taste the cherry even better from her.” Jiseok calls out as if he has just read your mind.

You lean in and Hyeongjun does the same simultaneously moving his hand at the back of your neck. After your lips connect, your body flutters from an electric wave once again, but a different type - much more tender and lightweight than the one coming from Jiseok’s lips. Hyeongjun moves passionately as well, but in a graceful way like he’s worried not to get too caught up and make you fall apart, while Jiseok kisses without restraints, like seeing you fall apart is exactly what he wants.

You open your eyes and see the tip of Hyeongjun’s tongue out, not able to get enough of you yet. You gently close your lips around it, holding his neck with your two hands while his roam around your thighs underneath your skirt.

Every flinch he makes with his muscles, every breath he lets out, is as if he’s on slow motion. He wants this to last for as long as possible.

Your heart races as you suck on his wet tongue meanwhile your chin gets wet from a trail of saliva that Hyeongjun licks off after you unwrap your lips.

His hands leave your body - the opposite of his needs, - allowing Jiseok’s to grip on your hips from behind. He gets a hold of you again with an even bigger hunger that unlocks something primer in him from seeing you in this new light. So different and nasty from how your usual pure self is.

Seems like he’s not the only one who’s changed in the past three years.

“Are you having fun driving us crazy like this?” He tilts your head, running his tongue up to your ear.

Every time he touches you slightly you get the urge to moan pathetically, so you bite your lip to avoid it, at least for now.

Hyeongjun watches Jiseok peppering your skin with kisses while his fingertips make the thin straps of your dress slip off your shoulders.

“Not even wearing a bra?”Jiseok notes amused, squeezing your breasts. His erection turns more impatient as your nipples harden on the instant from the breeze. “Come here.”

Jiseok stands up, unbuckling his belt. Soon enough, his pants are open enough to free his cock, and you kneel in front of him while facing Hyeongjun who leans back against the tree; watching you take his friend from behind.

At first you couldn’t focus on Hyeongjun for a while. Feeling Jiseok sinking into you wraps your brain into a fog, unabling you to think or do anything else besides focusing entirely on his thick length going deeper and deeper.

Jiseok digs fingers in your hips while picking up a steady pace which has your moans elevating in the silence.

He shushes you to stay quiet, but his body speeds up.

“You don’t want to get caught fuckin’ in the park, right pretty doll?”

“More, please…” you whine in response finally able to take a peek at your surroundings illuminated by the moonlight. “Please…”

“Only if you don’t make a sound.” Jiseok warns you before slowing down his thrusts.

You nod obediently not letting Hyeongjun out of sight. Jiseok notices your fixed attention on him, and finds it quite intriguing.

He makes you lean back by pulling on your small scrunched dress. The fabric exposes your entire body besides just a small part of your waist. He humms quietly once you begin to move up and down his cock on your own, squeezing him perfectly with your tight walls while your nails stab his thighs as you support yourself.

“Tell me what else do you want, baby.” Jiseok runs his hands on your bare shoulders. His deep voice covers you in goosebumps.

You blink at Hyeongjun while the pleasure floods your veins.

“I… I want him to feel good too.”

“So sweet,” he coos, praising you with knuckles caressing your warm cheek. “You heard her.”

Hyeongjun doesn’t hesitate.

He unzips his jeans and the sound is enough to make your heart skip a beat from excitement. Your eyes widen in the distance, following the rushed movement of his hands.

When his slim fingers grip his shaft he starts tugging in a slow pace, imagining that the pressure around him comes from your gummy walls; that the smacking sounds from skin clashing against skin is because he’s the one kneeling behind you.

You’re bouncing on his dick; you’re making him throb and leak with desperation.

“C’mon, doll, don’t get distracted.” Jiseok speaks in a gentle manner, but you notice the slight tone of frustration hidden underneath. “Take it, c’mon.. fuck.”

He doesn’t wait for you to change your pace though, instead he decides to take matters into his own hands. He grabs your lower waist and starts thrusting against the desired spot rapidly; uncontrollably, like he doesn’t plan on ever stopping. Due to the insane amount of pleasure that shoots his core, his head falls back and his eyes roll at the back of his skull.

A warm knot forms in both of your bodies, so close to snapping, as sweat collects on different parts of your skin. It’s gliding down your forehead, neck, chest, your inner thighs along with the spilling fluids from your cunt.

Hyeongjun’s eyes are leveled with your boobs that shake every time Jiseok shoves his cock through you. As his lips open from another small moan, yours close, tucked between your teeth.

“Fuck, you feel so good… so tight and wet.”

And Hyeongjun can almost feel it too. If he keeps his eyes shut and just focus on your panting and the squelching coming from between your legs, he can really feel it. His fist speeds up, building up the intense heat inside as you whimper that you’re about to cum.

“Let it out, baby,” Jiseok grunts, his own voice shaking too. “That’s it, cum for me, good girl.”

He covers your mouth with force while his spare arm stays around you, wanting to keep his cock gliding sloppily till the climax shakes you up.

The thrill is staggering; it makes your body convulse in Jiseok’s embrace as you hold onto the arm that keeps you silent. A few muffled cries sneak out from his palm which are enough to push Hyeongjun over the edge. His cum spills all over his naked stomach in hot thick ropes and he manages to stay quiet till the end in comparison to Jiseok whose throat releases a deep groan after he jerks off, spraying your back with fluids.

Once Jiseok gives your ass a playful smack you let yourself collapse silently on your tummy.

The three of you wait for your breaths to return back to normal in the shared silence. For your surprise, it's not awkward nor perplexing. You let the minutes pass comfortably while the night summer wind finally turns colder, helping your bodies cool off.

The moon shines bright and you meet Hyeongjun’s eyes as he rests on your left side.

He smiles at you.

You smile back.

The moment you step out of the bus, you already see him standing by the bus stop.

“Ahw you're picking me up? How sweet of you.” You joke, walking up to him and heading to your apartment together.

“I wasn't gonna wait by your front door like a creep.” He says, stepping inside your small apartment and taking off his jacket. “You wanna rant first and fuck later, or rant while we get started already?”

You feel slightly embarrassed that he knew you had to rant about this date. And even more embarrassed that you need him so much, that you mutter out a quick ‘second option please.’

Seungmin chuckles and scoffs. “Tsk, you should have just called me right away.”

He starts to kiss your neck while he sneaks his hands to the small of your back. Still kissing, he guides you to your bedroom as you speak about the date.

“He’s an okay guy, but he's obsessed with FaceTiming me? Or just FaceTime in general, I think.” You start, softly panting as Seungmin kisses you quickly in between sentences.

He takes off his shirt and turns you around to unzip your skirt for you. He softly hums that he hears what you're saying.

You give him a kiss back and unzip his jeans, sliding your hand over his boxers. It seems you're not the only one who's in the mood tonight.

“How many times have you gone out with him?” Seungmin asks, guiding you onto your bed. He hovers over you and quickly unbuttons your blouse.

“Few times. But this was the first fuck though.” You answer, taking off your blouse entirely. You then take off your stockings and lay back down again. “He just.. didn't do it for me. And I’m sorry but the dates were kinda boring.”

“He kept talking about FaceTime?” Seungmin asks with an amusing smile. He hooks his fingers on the sides of your panties and drags them down.

He’s not wasting any time and presses his lips on your thigh, slowly kissing his way up to your pussy. He leaves a few licks, earning a very satisfied moan from you.

“Mhm.” You reply, your thoughts getting hazy as you focus on Seungmin's mouth on you. “Always that fucking FaceTime.”

Suddenly you get jolted out of your focus by your phone ringing. You reach for it on your nightstand and check your screen.

“Speak of the devil.” You say, showing a curious Seungmin that your previous date is trying to FaceTime you.

Seungmin’s eyes turn darker and he smiles. “You're not a rude girl, aren't you. Answer it.”

“If you behave.” You say to him, fully knowing he won't.

You prop yourself up against your pillow and throw your blanket over your semi-exposed chest. You click answer and immediately regret it, as Seungmin goes right back to eating you out.

“Hi, what's up?” You say to the man on the screen, biting the inside of your cheek when Seungmin licks down your folds.

“Hey, sugar plum. Just wanted to check if you got home safely.” The man says with a smile.

Seungmin hums softly against your pussy, sending vibrations through your whole body.

“Yeah, I’m home.” You manage to say. Holding your phone with one hand, the other sneaks to Seungmin’s hair. You tangle your fingers in it and gently tug on it. He chuckles, a little too loud.

“Is there someone with you?” The man asks, slightly confused by the muffled noise he heard.

“No.” You quickly answer, suppressing a moan as Seungmin teases your sensitive cunt with his tongue. “I’m watching… porn.”

You look at the screen and see the man smirk at you. Your cheeks are red and you definitely look like you're watching something naughty.

“Mh, you could have just said you wanted a round two, sugar plum.” He chuckles.

Seungmin looks up at you and you see him when you quickly look over your phone screen. He’s got a devious smile on his face and locks eyes with you as he inserts two fingers into your wet hole.

You shut your eyes and say; “gotta go, bye!”

Then ending the call and throwing your phone next to you on the bed as you open your eyes again to curse at Seungmin.

The position you're in allows you to watch his fingers go in and out of you and you know you can't hold it in for much longer.

He knows it too, and stops moving when his fingers are inside you.

“So. Sugar plum?” He states, slightly tilting his head in amusement.

“Are you really not gonna let me cum?” You dodge the remark.

“Nope.” He says, popping the ‘p’. He slowly removes his fingers and licks them off, not breaking any eye contact with you. “You gotta tell me about him, what you guys did. And maybe then you can cum.”

“For fucks sake, Seungmin.” You sigh, slightly frustrated. “I haven't had an orgasm since the last time we fucked. You can't do this to me.”

He raises an eyebrow and hovers over you, straddling your lap and toying with the straps of your bra. “You haven't had an orgasm in a month? Is no one fucking you well enough or what?”

His face is dangerously close to yours and you’re trying to keep yourself from kissing him.

“If you must know, this guy today was the only one I’ve fucked since you and I made this arrangement.” You confess. You're annoyed that you're telling him this, but part of you wants him to know.

Seungmin gives you a content smile and undoes your bra from the front; he’d known exactly which bra you were wearing the moment he laid eyes on your blouse.

He takes your face in between his hands and roughly kisses you.

“Did he play with you?” He asks, roaming his hands over your chest. “It seems like he really had no idea what you like, if you're still so sensitive right now.”

You moan as he brushes his thumbs over your nipples, as he presses his lips against your neck and sucks on the skin there.

“I just sucked him off and then we had sex.” You mumble, slightly embarrassed at how lame it sounds. “It was doggy style and he came really quickly, so I pretended to cum too.”

Seungmin sits up and brushes his lips against yours.

“You faked it?” He asks, pressing a quick kiss on your mouth. “Did you ever do that with me?”

“No.” You immediately answer, giving him a kiss back. You feel his clothed hard on against your crotch and you want to beg him to fuck you, to let you cum. But you know he’s not done with this yet. “I sure hope it never seems like it.”

“So he's allowed to give you a pet name while he can't even fuck you right, and I’m fucking you well and can't call you anything?” He asks, and you can't figure out if he's serious or not.

He covers your breasts with his large hands and massages them, plays with them, as he still kisses you.

“Do you want to?” You ask, backing away from his lips to look at him and gauge his reaction.

He gives you a small nod. “Makes this less… porn like.”

You chuckle and you see him smile as well. “Not the porn comment.”

“You started it.” He smirks, getting off your lap and heading to the other night stand. He knows your room by now and that you keep your condoms there.

“Did you two French kiss?” He then asks as he opens the wrapper.

“Pfft no.” You snort, getting yourself comfortable on your bed. “You know I only do that with people I like romantically, and I definitely don't like him like that. Which I need to tell him asap.”

Seungmin rolls on the condom and sighs extra dramatically. “Guess I’ll have to make up for his mistakes then.”

As soon as he gets back in bed with you, you can't help but wonder. “You don't want anything to get started?”

“Not to sound horny, but just making out and playing with you already made me really fucking hard.” Seungmin confesses, getting back on top of you. “And I’m not gonna cum before you like the other guy did.”

You scoff in amusement. “Aren't you sweet.”

“Anything for you, babe.” He says, then frowns for a second and then nods. “Yeah, ‘babe’ sounds best, I think. I was gonna say ‘baby’, but I really think ‘babe’ suits you better.”

“My god, you have so much energy tonight.” You reply with a laugh, as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Better make good use of it.” He semi-jokes, giving you a kiss as he always does before pushing himself into you fully.

You simultaneously let out a satisfied moan and the both of you chuckle right away.

Seungmin leans in to kiss you some more as he slowly but steadily moves his hips against yours. He feels amazing, as he always does and your body doesn't have to get used to him at all.

You wrap your arms around his back and your legs around his hips so his body is as close to yours as possible while still kissing each other.

“I missed.. this.” Seungmin softly says in between kisses. He then lets his mouth travel to your neck and leaves a trail of soft kisses on your skin.

“Me too.” You reply quietly, you aren't sure if you want him to hear it or not.

Your hands travel to his hair, firmly tangling your fingers with it as he thrusts into you. Soft moans and pants can be heard in the bedroom, you're never shy to let yourself be heard by Seungmin.

A quick thought crosses your mind. You feel kind of bad you slept with another guy. You know there's nothing between you and Seungmin except for sex, but you still feel bad.

“I need you to-” you say, but Seungmin cuts you off with a smirk. “I know babe.”

He immediately puts his hand in between your bodies, his long fingers playing with your clit the same, familiar way.

It gets you very close very quickly. Seungmin knows it too by the way you shut your eyes, throw your head back and let out a whining moan.

Just before you cum, he stops every movement and chuckles at your confused expression.

“Seungmin...” you plead as he leaves you hanging for the second time tonight.

He pulls out entirely and leans in to kiss you. “I like it when you're so needy. He really didn't do much to you now, did he?”

“Could you please, please just fuck me and let me cum?” You ask, slightly frustrated at the games he’s been playing. He seems different tonight, but you can put your finger on it. “I really don't want to talk about this random guy with you.”

“Switch with me.” Seungmin then says, and the two of you switch positions.

You sit on top of him, his dick buried deep inside of you, and you rock your hips quite quickly. You're way too sensitive and desperately need to cum.

“I’ll never get tired of this view.” He says, eyeing you up and down. “You're absolutely gorgeous, you know that right?”

The sudden compliment takes you aback and you just give him a quick nod.

But you can't help but wonder why Seungmin is acting this way today. As you look at him, you notice that his eyes seem softer, his touch more careful and his fucking more… loving?

It does something to you, this more gentle side of him and you mentally curse at yourself. You promised yourself you wouldn't let your feelings get involved.

Seungmin’s hands roam over your hips and up to your breasts. You slightly lean into his touch, slowing down your pace. His hands feels nice on your bare skin, and you let out a soft ‘fuck’ as you realize what you're doing.

You're making love to him.

Thanking the universe that he has his eyes closed, you let yourself go and try to fuck the frustration away. He’s always been very good at feeling what you need, what your body needs. So he instinctively moved along with you.

The sight of your fuck buddy underneath you, turns you on so much. His eyes are shut closed, he’s biting his lower lip as he lets out the most beautiful moans, his messy hair looks so cute and the droplets of sweat on his tan skin make your heart skip a beat.

Yet again you press your lips on his, and it doesn't surprise you that it feels different this time. Seungmin’s hands are now on your hips again, holding you steady as he fucks into you.

You're close, yet again. But you don't cum, you try with all your might not to. You don't want this to end just yet.

“You okay?” Seungmin asks, as he obviously notices that you didn't cum while you probably should have.

You sit up again and nod. You trace his abs with your pointer finger. Stupid, beautiful abs. Your eyes meet his. Stupid, beautiful eyes.

“Can we switch again?” You ask a little shyly. When you see his eyebrows frowned, you chuckle. “I’m just getting a little tired in this position, that's all.”

Seungmin smiles, his nose scrunching up a little. “Of course we can.”

Your face feels hot when he’s on top of you again. His hand is back down your folds, he knows you love his fingers just as much as you love his cock.

Every touch you get from him now feels different, better. His lips on your shoulder, the soft nibbles he leaves there as he pumps his fingers in and out of you just the way you like it.

“We can just finish like this, if you want?” Seungmin mumbles by your ear, then leaves a wet kiss on your lips.

“No.” You speak against his mouth. “Want you to cum with me.”

Seungmin smiles and his fingers leave your cunt slowly. You whimper, as you miss his touch already. He wants to say something, but he stops himself before he does. He looks a bit hesitant.

“What is it?” You ask, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes. “You can talk to me.”

“I need to know one last thing about you-know-who.” He mumbles, and you know he's annoyed at himself that he started talking about him again.

You scoff but give him a reassuring smile. “And that is?”

Seungmin swallows, he’s so close to you that you can clearly see his Adam's apple move. He’s nervous.

“Were you safe with him?” He then asks, averting his eyes to the pillow next to you.

“Yeah, of course I was.” You ask, slightly taken aback by both the question and how shy he seems to be. “Why?”

Seungmin opens his mouth but closes it again quickly. He doesn't look at you and you feel him drawing circles on your stomach with his pointer and middle finger as a way to keep himself distracted.

You chuckle as you take his chin in your hand and make him look at you. “Seungmin, spit it out. Why do you want to know if I’ve been safe with him?”

He gives you a quick kiss and buries his face in the crook of your neck. He's definitely never been this affectionate before.

“Because I really want to cum inside you if you’ll let me.” He mumbles against your skin. The hand that's been drawing on your stomach now gently caresses your side. His thumb is slowly rubbing against the goosebumps that just came up from hearing what he said to you.

“I know we said we wouldn't do this, but I really want-” he then adds as he kind of gets off your body and lays next to you. He covers his eyes with his hands and nervously chuckles.

His head is facing yours and can't help but to cut him off. “You can.”

“As long as you’ve been safe with anyone else too.” You add with a slight hint of caution.

“Uh. Would you believe me if I said there hasn't been anyone else since you?” He asks, propping himself up on one arm and looking at you.

You never mind it when he looks at you, at your body. He always seems to appreciate what he sees and you're always thankful for that.

“Fuck off, that's not true.” You say, turning towards him and giving him a push against his chest.

He smiles and guides you back on your back again, then getting on top of you. He kisses you, passionately and long.

His tongue slides over your bottom lip and you allow him access into your mouth. For the first time ever.

You hadn't imagined ever French kissing your fuck buddy, as you both knew the reason. Then why did he try, and why did you let him?

His tongue cautiously plays with yours, never forcing anything. Just as when you fuck, your bodies know exactly what you need from each other. You shiver slightly when you taste him, knowing you’d get addicted to this.

“Believe me now?” Seungmin said, slightly cocky as he eventually backed off from the kiss.

You didn't care much about the rules anymore, you had to feel him. “Seungmin, baby. Please just fuck me?”

He chuckles at the pet name and quickly discards the condom before fully pushing into you.

The two of you let out a harmonious groan that makes the other get shy. But you both just don't care anymore.

You grab onto the back of Seungmin’s neck with one hand and press your lips on his. You kiss him hard and you need him so close to you, that you tongue him again.

He gets a little sloppy, both with kissing and fucking, but it turns you on even more.

“You feel so good in me.” You say, chasing his lips again after you speak the words. Your mouth feels bare without them against you.

Seungmin grips your ass to move you up a little so he can fuck you even deeper, and it knocks the air out of your lungs.

He stops kissing you and starts harshly marking your neck as he quickens his pace. He won't take long anymore and neither do you.

You start clenching around his cock, moaning his name without any restriction.

He pants next to your ear, his face buried into your pillow. “Taking me so well baby. Feels so, so fucking good.”

His praises take you to your high and you wrap your arms around his back as you finally cum. And it doesn't take long before he spills himself into your throbbing hole.

Seungmin rests his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath.

You nuzzle your nose against his, then place the softest kiss on his flushed lips.

“So.. we French kissed twice.” He says, fixing your hair a bit. It's not doing much but you know he's trying to distract himself from something again.

You scoff amused. “You're literally still in me with your bare dick, and you focus on the French kissing?”

He gives you a playful shrug and gets out of you. He lays next to you on your bed, your sheets covering both of your lower bodies.

You turn towards him, a million things run through your head right now. But the only thing you want is him, here with you.