A little over a week ago, you accidentally walked in on Xiaojun fucking one of your female friends, and while you hated to see it, you couldn’t deny it turned on you. When Winwin came down the hall from his room, you’d been caught closing the door, lower lip between your teeth and your gazed fixed on the floor.

Winwin pulled you to his room and he didn’t miss the way your thighs clenched when you explained what happened. He scolded you after, “you should’ve known better then to barge into a man’s room.” and you bit at your nail trying to contain the throbbing between your legs.

When he notices your completely zoned out, he’s leaning against his desk studying you. Your deep in thought and he knows what’s on repeat in your mind. He moves to sit beside you on his bed, throwing an arm over your shoulder, his voice soft, “I can help you …” and somehow you already know exactly what he’s referring to.

Since that afternoon, all you could think about was the way Winwin fucked you through 3 orgasms before reaching his own. You were obsessed meanwhile Winwin probably didn't even think twice about it. Sleeping with you was a once in a lifetime thing in his mind, especially since the day after he acted as if it never happened.

Three knocks at your front door, pulled you from your spot in the kitchen where you worked on your homework. You weren’t surprised to open the door to a visibly drunk Winwin, you quickly pull him in hoping he hadn't caught any attention from your nosey neighbors. You close the door, leaning your back against it as you watch him move around your apartment as if he hasn't been here a thousand times.

"What are you doing here, Winwin?" he plops down on your couch, his fingers combing his hair with a sigh. "I can't stop thinking about it..." his groan is low and you move in front of him, arms over your chest. "Thinking about what, Winwin?" your patience is thin as you really need to get back to your homework.

Just as soon as you turn on your heel to leave the drunken man, you freeze when he admits what's secretly been on your mind as well. "The way you came around my cock that afternoon." There was silence. What did he say? He smirks before laying down and before you could speak he's passed out on the couch.

You've been tossing and turning all night and you couldn't get his words out of your head. Your fingers dipping into your wet core, but you need more then just your fingers. Your vibrators dead from its extreme use the last few days and your hornier then you've ever been.

Winwin is still sleep on your couch and while he generously helped you once, you really weren't so sure if he'd help you out again despite his recent drunk confession, were you supposed to to believe he was telling the truth.

He arrived hours ago at your door step, maybe he sobered up by now but you couldn't possibly go to him again. He's your bestfriend and you crossed that invisible line once already, is it safe to do it again? What would a second time mean?

You fiddle in your bed, trying to recreate the feeling of Winwin being in you, his weight on top of you and his fingers touching you but it just wasn't the same and it was frustrating. A broken whine leaves you, accepting defeat.

When your door creaks open, you jump pulling your hand from between your legs and covering yourself with your sheets, Winwin's eyes trailing down your form with help from the dim moonlight slipping through your blinds.

“Hey..." you try to sound as calm as possible wondering how long Winwin has been standing there. "I was right outside, you could've just asked me," and you go slack, exposed as Winwin saw and heard it all.

You groan in defeat, "I was going to but…"Winwin walks around your bed, you take note he’s sober when he climbes in next to you fully clothed and slides in beside you. "I helped you before, guess you didn't like it enough to ask again?" and you laugh but it wasn't funny.

Winwin takes the sheets from your hands and helps you lay back down, he hovers over you, his nose just barley touching yours but you could feel his breath as his fingers trail down your body and dip into where you need him most. You're so wet, he easily slips three fingers in and you clinging to his shoulder with a soft moan. "Next time come straight to me."

A/U: Part 2 coming soon…