#hardcandywriting

The elevator arrived on the desired floor with a 'ding'. A very old, very loud model built into an even older, one might even say decrepit, building.

You waited for the heavy metal doors to slide open, emitting their already familiar screeching, and stepped out onto the worn carpet in the 4th floor hallway. By now, you were used to the ever-present earthy smell that permeated the walls of this building, like it did with the one across the street; the one you lived in. The dorm rep who gave you the tour back then called it well-aged but you thought moldy might be a more accurate description.

The university could have really sprung for some repairs and a few maintenance and general upkeep works on their on campus housing but alas, you got what you paid for.

Anyway, you shook off the chill in the air and made the short walk down the corridor to find your friends dorm room door.

The familiar, slightly scratched and a little dented, surface of the black door with the tilted number 46 sign on it came into view and you knocked three times in a row like usual.

Only a few seconds later the door swung open to reveal Jongho rubbing his wet hair with a towel.

"Come in."

He stepped to the side, smiling when he lifted the towel off his head to greet you.

"You were quick, I just got out of the shower."

You stepped over the threshold, slid off your shoes and closed the door behind you, locking it with the extra bolt out of habit.

"Yeah, I didn't want to sit around longer than necessary. My neighbours were going at it like rabbits again."

Jongho walked back into his small bathroom to finish his shower routine, chuckling at your reply, while you put your jacket on the hanger and tried to get comfortable.

"Have you thought about what you want for dinner?"

He called from the adjacent room and you shook your head as if he could see you.

"Nah, but I'm not feeling picky tonight. You can choose,"

you replied and plopped down in his desk chair, absentmindedly letting your eyes roam over the desk and the cramped space of his room to see if anything had changed since you last sat in the exact same spot two nights ago. The furniture was still in the same place, the wall decorations and photos still hung a little crooked, and the bed still only half made, albeit with fresh sheets.

The rest of your friends probably wouldn't arrive anytime soon, since you had all collectively agreed to meet later than last time for game night. That meant you still had plenty of time to be bored at Jongho's place instead of your own. Naturally, you looked around for a source of entertainment.

As you got comfortable on the chair by the desk, you knew he stole from his faculty's office, you spotted a nondescript brown paper envelope on the desk, just chilling under some papers. It most likely contained the new textbook he told you about, the one that sounded so boring you stopped listening to his explanation of its contents.

Jongho and you had been friends for a long time now, so he probably wouldn't mind if you took a quick glance inside, right? Remembering all the times that you found him enthusiastically digging through your nostalgic collection of childhood memories. you decided it was ok to return the favor. Not long after your inner debate of the morals of more or less consensual snooping, curiosity and your intrusive thoughts got the better of you, as you stretched your arm longer than necessary and reached across the desk to slip your fingers into the small opening to peek inside. You could have just scooted closer with the chair.

At first you couldn't spot anything but then you gripped the edge of something wrapped in plastic and pulled it out to inspect it.

Whatever it was, it was packaged nicely, and not as heavy as the textbook you thought it to be. It was vacuum sealed and even decorated with a cute pink bow stuck on - wait.

You sat up straighter immediately, a shock going through your system as you clutched the item and brought it closer to your face for a detailed inspection .

Could it be...?

No, absolutely not, that was simply not possible - but what if?

The unmistakably familiar pale pink fabric was definitely visible through the plastic seal and you sure as heck weren't hallucinating as you frantically turned the little package over in your hands.

You jumped out of the seat and threw it aside to clutch the envelope, sticking your hand inside again.

With a shaking hand you pulled out a piece of paper.

A decorated, personalised letter, definitely written upon by your distinct, self-taught, cursive handwriting, revealed itself and the worry that had crept up on you in these last few seconds turned to full-blown panic.

What the fuck was the universe thinking? Out of all the coincidences that could have involved you and Jongho, this was the one instance you couldn't possibly have ever predicted.

Suddenly the bathroom door swung open and Jongho stepped out, dressed in a t-shirt and sweats.

"Do you know what Wooyoung told me the other day? He was thinking- oh," Jongho stilled in the middle of his question as he draped his towel to sit around his neck.

With his eyes focused on the letter still in your hand and the open package on the desk, Jongho connected the dots quicker than you could.

"YN, I can explain,"

With his facial expression switching from surprise to concern very quickly, he held up his hands as non-threateningly as possible.You stood stiff as a board, not sure what you should think, staring at him wordlessly as Jongho slowly walked over to you.

"I know what you're thinking and I swear it's not that bad,"

he smiled nervously and took the letter from your hand, stuffing it back into the envelope haphazardly and pushed it as far back as possible.

Your first instinct was definitely panic. In your imagination you were already running out of the room and hiding your head in shame, ready to say goodbye to this friendship.

Physically however, you were rooted to the spot as Jongho frantically explained that 'it's just a joke and they're not his and really, he meant to give them to Wooyoung as a joke, cause that guy is a freaky motherf*cker, but of course he is just a normal dude with normal bedroom preferences and please, please don't be weirded out by this, you're one of his best friends and he doesn't want you to think differently of him just because of a complete coincidence like this.'

You slapped your hand over his mouth to stop him from rambling. It wasn't like he could talk his way out of the facts anyway.

Your mind was still racing and currently, your heart probably pumped more adrenaline than blood through your veins, yet he feeling of doom and panic you felt at first slowly subsided. Little by little you felt your rational thoughts return to you, after listening to Jongho fight for his life because you found the used panties he bought online from a very specific website, that you were also intimately familiar with.

He must be mortified to be in this situation; you felt a little ashamed, too, now that you had calmed down a little and you were not even the one who'd been caught having a slightly more unconventional kink than the rest of the world. Funnily enough, and without his knowledge, you're just the one enabling him.

"YN, wreawwy, I phwear I'm norwmaw!"

He mumbled through the tight clasp of your hand over his mouth.

You shushed him again by sternly holding your finger to your lips.

"I really didn't expect this,"

you said calmly, chuckling to yourself at the ridiculousness of the whole situation

"I gotta be honest, if I expected it from anyone, it really would have been Wooyoung. And I know it's kind of redundant to ask at this point but those are used panties that you bought online, right?"

Jongho's face heated up at your words. Actually hearing it out loud made it more real.

And real it sure was, since these panties had been sitting against your core just a few days ago, as you made sure they were thoroughly soaked for your favourite and most loyal customer.

"And you had to pay extra for this sweet little letter, right?"

You nodded your head in the direction of the letter, now stuffed back into the package.

Jongho grasped your wrist with one hand and led your hand away from his mouth,

"How do you know that?",

"Did you like it, by the way? It's got these cute stickers, too-",

"How much of it did you read?"

His voice high pitched and laced with concern while his eyes screamed with desperation. It was actually kind of a really satisfying position to have someone in, even if you never thought it would be Jongho. After the initial shock and the following panic over potentially having been exposed as a weirdo who sold her underwear online, you realized that both of you were in the exact same position. Well, maybe you were actually in a slightly better position.

"I don't need to read it," you said, confidently reaching for the letter again and unfolding it torturously slow in front of his pleading eyes.

"I know exactly what it says."

Jongho blinked at you in confusion, his brows scrunched up as you waved the perfumed paper in front of him.

"I also know that these-"

you pointed to the panties that were still sealed on the desk and Jongho diligently followed your gaze,

"-Weren't the only pair in the envelope, were they?"

His eyes snapped back to yours and his mouth fell open as if he wanted to reply but no actual words came out. A smug smile slowly formed on your lips. There was no way you could deny the sudden urge to milk this situation and to tease your friend for all he's worth.

"Where are the dark green ones, hm? Already done with those?"

Jongho, suddenly cutting a much less imposing figure, squirmed uncomfortably under your gaze.

"What is happening...,"

He whined and you pulled out your phone. Scrolling through the private messages you have with the account that you now know to be his, you located the partial body picture you sent him of you wearing the dark green pair of panties you were referring to and turned the screen around.

"These, right? Don't you remember?"

Jongho looked at the picture then back at you and you could see the confusion written all over his face.

"How in the fuck do you have this- what is going on?"

He grabbed the phone from your hands, tapped and scrolled around some more until you heard him cursing under his breath. He hesitantly directed his gaze back to you.

"Are you shitting me right now?"

blinking in disbelief he placed the phone on the desk.

"Is this for real?"

he asked and you raised your brows in mock confusion,

"That you've been buying MY worn panties for like a year and didn't know it was me?" you teased him and his lips form a thin line.

"Yeah, that",

"Yep, that's 100 percent real I'm afraid," you answered, popping the 'p' dramatically,

"You've been sniffing my panties this whole time, babes. Or whatever it is you do with them,"

the gears turned in real time in Jongho's head and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Oh my god..."

He groaned and ran both his hands over his face as he plopped down onto the edge of his bed,

"This can't be real, please, tell me I slipped in the shower and I'm fucking hallucinating this."

You ripped open the plastic containing the pink pair and pulled them out.

At the sound of something ripping Jongho looked up and a pained sound left him as he watched you holding the panties.

"What were you gonna do with these, huh?"

you stood between Jongho's legs and lean over him, holding the panties up to his face. He tried his best to avoid your movements and swatted at your hand, leaning his head in the opposite direction when you held them closer.

"I remember wearing these just a few days ago," you admit.

Jongho looked uncomfortable and yet he made no effort to escape the situation.

"You wanted them really nice and creamy, right?" you asked only to tease him more. He nodded hesitantly. Slowly, the strong smell of you on the fabric filled both of your senses and contrary to you, it seemed to do something to Jongho because you noticed a clear shift in his facial expression.

He swallowed visibly as you regarded him and clearly, curiosity took precedence over comfort. He remained silent, however.

Then you leaned forward a little more, bringing your face closer to his and smiled down at him. Gently, you cup his jaw between the fingers of your free hand; an opportunity presented itself to you that you couldn't let pass by.

It's not like you ever planned on having Jongho in this position, let alone while holding your own used panties, that he bought from you online, and yet...

Jongho's eyes moved between you and the panties and you noticed his tightly drawn brows.

"What is it? You wanna touch them?"

You asked, dangling them from a single finger as his eyes followed the movement.

He nods and swallows.

"I- yeah," he admitted weakly.

The corners of your mouth lifted into a smug smile.

"You wanna know what they feel like?"

He nodded again and you scrunched up a little bit of fabric between the tips of your fingers to entice him.

"They're really soft," you sighed as you let the fabric glide against the side of his face and he turned his head into it, taking a deep breath before you pulled them away again.

Somehow, knowing that it was Jongho buying your panties all along made you feel-

You couldn't really describe it but it felt good.

The look on his face as the smell hit him and how his lips parted slightly as his eyes closed for a few seconds made a delightful shiver run down your spine.

You kinda wanted more of it.

"Is this really happening?"

He asked, his voice quiet and strained as he looked up at you.

"What do you mean?" You wanted to clarify in return and he reached for the panties with shaky fingers, feeling the fabric between them.

"Fuck, this can't be real...," he mumbled as he pulled the panties closer to his face again and fixed you with his eyes.

"What do I mean? I mean it can't be real that I've been jacking off to you this whole time, YN, what the fuck?" he says, chuckling lightly in disbelief,

"I've been cumming in your panties this whole time not knowing they were yours, oh my god."

He quietly laughed to himself now, covering his mouth with one hand.

You were weirdly entertained by the crisis he went through right now.

"Are you good?" You studied his face, kneeling down and planting a hand on his thigh, and gently moved it in small circles.

The fact that his sweatpants were tenting in the crotch area did not escape you, and a wave of careful excitement ran through you.

"Good?" he repeated his brows shooting up, "I'm fucking- I don't know what I am," Jongho relented, "Except for embarrassed and-" he bunched the panties up in his fist,

"Really fucking turned on." He added under his breath.

"Oh yeah?" You pressed and he nodded without hesitation.

"Yeah," he sighed and shifted in his seat.

"Turned on because of the panties or because they're... my panties?"

You lightly let your fingers dance along the length of his thigh, knowing the answer already but needing to hear it for your own satisfaction.

Jongho inhaled deeply, as you squeezed his thigh and moved your hand up higher. He followed the movement with his eyes before he answered.

"Be-because they're yours."

You squeezed his thigh again.

"Can you show me?"

You taunted him and confusion is written all over his features for a second.

"Show you?",

"What you do with them. Can you show me? I wanna see",

"Seriously? YN, I swear to god if this is a joke then-",

"Please...",

You slid your hand up even higher and cupped his crotch, enjoying the feeling of his half-hard dick underneath your hand and how he shut his mouth immediately to stop a pathetic whine from slipping out.

You placed your other hand on his leg, too and he instinctively lifted his hips to push into your touch.

"Will you show me?"

You asked again, biting your lip as you looked up at him through your lashes and ran your hand along the outline of his hardening dick.

Jongho nodded enthusiastically and a quiet moan slips through his lips as you curled your fingers into the band of his sweatpants and pulled them down just a little, enough to let the head slip out.

"Yeah, yeah ok...," he reached into his sweatpants and pulled out his length completely, running his hand along the shaft slowly until he was fully hard.

You watched intently when he brought the other hand, still clutching the panties, up to his face again and closed his eyes as he inhaled your scent in deeply.

A mumbled curse escaped him before he opened his eyes again and focused his gaze on you.

"So these are really yours? This is what your pussy smells like?"

His voice breathy as he started moving his hand along himself in earnest.

You nodded.

"Just had to make sure one last time," he added through laboured breaths and managed a sheepish smile.

You cocked your head as you let your eyes rake over his already debauched form.

"Why? Wanna make sure you're not dreaming?"

You teased as you slowly climbed into his lap and pushed him back by his shoulders.

He fell backwards on the bed without any resistance, fully submitting to your touch.

"Yes,"

he confessed, now easily after his lust addled mind had overcome the embarrassment. You watched his eyes turn hazy in real time as they regarded your face and traveled over your body. You weren't even wearing anything remotely revealing but under his gaze you felt stripped bare.

"Yes, that's why."

Your eyes fell down to his hand, that's still wrapped around his hard dick and you crowded his space, pushing your chest into him. You placed one hand on his pecs to support yourself and feel his erratic heartbeat under your palm, while you gently cupped his cheek with the other.

He leaned into your touch immediately, brows scrunching up as he fought hard to keep his eyes open.

"So you've been thinking about this before? About me?"

Your hand trailed across his cheek, your thumb stroking along his lower lip.

Instead of answering he simply nodded, big round eyes innocently looking into yours like he wasn't jerking off right in front of you. For you.

You reached for his other hand, knowing that he was itching to touch you but still too afraid you'd vanish if he made a wrong move. Slowly, you placed it on your thigh and let him feel the soft fabric of your leggings.

He took in a shaky breath and you felt him buck his hips up slightly, his other hand picked up the pace, running along his dick.

He sighed a soft fuck as he slid his hand along your thigh, gently and reverently squeezing the soft flesh.

You liked the feeling of it, of his hand on your body, more than you would have thought just a few minutes ago and you think maybe, just maybe, you wanted to touch more of him, too.

"I've been thinking about this for so long, you have no idea",

He suddenly said, his hand reaching up to your waist and squeezing tight.

"Fuck, I'm obsessed with you, it's pathetic."

Warmth spread through you at his words and you reached between your bodies to wrap your hand around his, halting his movements. His cock slapped against his stomach as you separated his hand from himself, bringing it up to your mouth. He let out a ragged breath at the loss of the touch but you didn't leave him hanging for long.

"Why did you never say anything?"

You asked, knowing he wouldn't have a rational answer, and slowly started gathering saliva in your mouth. Before he could even open his mouth to reply, you let your spit dribble out onto his waiting palm and Jongho almost choked on his own breath. his hips buck up involuntarily and you wrap his hand back around his cock, now lubricated by your spit. The desperation so clearly written on his face as he picked up his pace again, quickly working himself closer to the edge.

You wanted to keep on teasing him so bad.

His glossy eyes looked up from his dick and focused on your face, a smile pulling at your lips at the sight before you.

He whined, "Never thought you'd want me. I wasn't gonna risk our friendship..."

A tingling sensation slowly crept up your spine, spreading heat throughout your body and all of a sudden, your own arousal clouded your mind.

Leaning down and stroking his cheek once more you decided to humiliate him further.

"So, instead you bought used panties online and pretended they were mine?"

His movements faltered for a second as he tried not to blow his load at the shameful behaviour your words revealed.

"Yeah, I did," he moaned,

"Jerked off with the panties, thinking about you the entire time."

You squeezed both of his cheeks between your thumb and pointer finger and closed the distance between your bodies to whisper directly into his ear,

"That's actually really cute, you know? And so fucking ironic that they were mine all along."

You lightly chuckled against him and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek. Jongho wraped his arm around your middle to press your body into his and you felt his chest rumbling as he moaned

"Fuck YN, don't say it like-"

he cut himself off as he turned his head to bury his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. The way he held you to him, like you were his lifeline, grounding and keeping him from going insane, sent a shiver through you and you pressed another kiss to his cheek.

"Like what?",

"Like I'm some pervert who-",

"Aren't you?"

You moved your lips down his jaw and scraped your teeth against his neck to feel him shiver against you,

"My pervert best friend who jerks off into my used panties and who touched himself in front of me because I asked him to."

You patted the sheets for the forgotten panties and bunched them up in your hand,

"My pervert best friend who's gonna cum for me because I asked him to, yeah?"

Jongho nodded frantically, face red, lips parted, and brows pinched together, desperately wanting to see you. You turned your head and found heavily hooded eyes looking back at you.

"Yeah, I will. I'll cum for you, YN," he moaned,

"Kiss me, please. Will you kiss me? I have to know-"

You traced your thumb along the edge of his mouth, feeling his lips tremble under your touch. Just a hairs breadth separating your lips from his.

The warm breath you felt across your cheeks let goosebumps rise in your skin and before Jongho could close the distance you pulled away completely, stuffing the panties into his waiting mouth.

He went completely stiff underneath you, rutting up into his hand as he spilled all over himself. The sound of his whining was nothing short of pornographic and dampened only mildly by the fabric between his lips, yet you enjoyed every second of it thoroughly.

You wrapped your hand around his quickly and milked him for all he's worth, cum spilling through your fingers and coating your palm in sticky white until his hips drop down onto the bed below.

The sound of heavy breathing filled the air and Jongho’s arm around you loosened and slipped away to rub a hand over his face.

"Fuck me, what did you just do to me?"

A rhetorical question that needed no reply, surely, and yet the state he was in had your mind running wild with things to say.

"What did I do?"

you scoffed, lovingly patting his cheek before leaning back into a kneeling position, still perched in his lap.

Luckily, Jongho still kept the pack of emergency tissues in his nightstand and you easily retrieved one.

"I really didn't do anything, did I? I just watched you make yourself cum."

you folded the tissue over your palm and gently cleaned Jongho up, whose eyes carefully followed your every move. He only winced a little when you cleaned the cum off his dick with featherlight touches.

"I know," he chuckles, covering his eyes with his palm, "Somehow that makes it hotter but also worse."

You wrapped the used tissue in a clean one and slam dunked it into the bin next to the desk before you tucked him back into his pants.

"Oh, come on, it was fun!",

you lightly hit his shoulder. He glanced through his spread fingers before giving you a gummy smile.