#sangwon x reader

and it’s slowly, quietly, been killing you.

fuck, were you in love with your best friend?

it’s a friday night. you’re at his apartment, a cramped but cozy studio that always smells like his laundry detergent and the minty gum he chews. a half-finished pizza sits on the coffee table. some random episode of "running man" is playing on his tv, but neither of you are really watching.

you’re on the floor, leaning against the couch, and he’s sprawled next to you, his long legs tangled with yours slightly. he’s telling a story about his part-time job at this one cafe down the block, hands moving animatedly, and you’re just… staring.

at the way his lips move.

at the strip of skin showing where his t-shirt has ridden up.

"hey,* he says, his voice cutting through your haze. "are you even listening? you're so quiet, dude."

"fine,"you say, too quickly. you take a sip of your beer. it’s warm. he nudges your foot with his. "liar. talk to me."

the words are out before you can cage them. "i think i’m in love with you, is that weird?"

the room goes silent. the only sound is the faint laughs from the tv. his smile freezes, then melts away. his eyes, usually so bright and playful, turn serious, searching your face. "suddenly?"

you want to die. you want to rewind the last ten seconds. "nothing, actually. forget i said anything. it’s the beer, i—"

"say it again." his voice is low. he’s sitting up now, turned fully toward you. you can’t look at him.

you stare at a spot on the carpet. "i’m in love with you, i think, sangwon. i have been for… i don’t even know how long. and i know it ruins everything. i’m sorry."

a beat of silence. then his fingers are under your chin, tilting your face up. his expression is unreadable. "you idiot," he whispers.

you're not sure how it happens, or if you made it up completely but you're sure you felt his lips on yours.

and then he’s kissing you.

you would've imagined kissing sangwon to be soft, very gentle but boy, were you wrong. lips, teeth, the desperate sound he makes in the back of his throat. his hands come up to cradle your face, his thumbs stroking your cheeks. you gasp into his mouth, and he deepens the kiss, his tongue sweeping in, tasting of beer and salt and sangwon.

when he finally pulls back, you’re both breathing hard. his forehead rests against yours. "you have no idea," he murmurs, his voice wrecked. "no idea how long i’ve waited to hear you say that."

"you… you too?"

he laughs, a shaky, relieved sound. "yeah. me too." he kisses you again, softer this time, a promise. then his gaze darkens. "tell me you want this,"

"i want you. i want this. more than anything."

that’s all it takes. he moves with a sudden, sweet urgency. he stands, pulling you up with him, and walks you backwards toward his bed, never breaking the kiss. the backs of your knees hit the mattress, and you tumble down, him following, his body covering yours. it’s familiar and brand new all at once— the weight of him, the scent of his skin, but now with a heat, an intent, that’s never been there before.

his hands are everywhere, mapping you through your clothes like he’s memorizing you. he pulls your shirt over your head, his eyes drinking in the sight of you in your bra. "so beautiful," he breathes, before dipping his head to kiss the swell of your breast, his tongue tracing the lace edge. you arch into him, fingers tangling in his soft hair.

you get his shirt off, and then you’re skin to skin, and it’s overwhelming. he’s all lean muscle and warm skin, and you can feel his heart hammering against your chest. "sangwon—,"you gasp as his mouth finds your nipple through the fabric, sucking hard.

"say my name again," he rasps, popping the clasp of your bra with practiced ease. "i love how you say my name."

you do, over and over, as his mouth and hands worship your breasts, pinching and licking and sucking until you’re writhing. his jeans are still on, the rough denim rubbing against your inner thighs, and you can feel the hard length of him straining against the zipper. you reach down, palming him through the fabric, and he groans, his hips bucking.

"fuck, please," he pants against your skin. you make quick work of his button and fly, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough to free him. he’s thick and heavy in your hand, velvety hot. you stroke him slowly, watching his face contort in pleasure.

*not fair," he grits out, and his fingers hook into the waistband of your pants and panties, dragging them down your legs in one swift motion. then he’s there, kneeling between your thighs, just looking at you, his eyes blazing with awe and hunger. "mine," he says, simple and possessive.

he doesn’t make you wait. he leans down, his tongue licking a slow, torturous stripe up your center. you cry out, back bowing off the bed. "sangwon!"

"tastes like heaven," he murmurs, before diving in. he eats you out like he’s been starving for you—which, you realize, he has. his tongue is relentless, flicking your clit, plunging inside you, then circling again. his fingers join, two sliding deep, curling just right. it’s too much, it’s not enough, you’re babbling his name, pleading, tugging his hair.

"come for me, baby," he says, his voice vibrating against you. "let me feel it."

you shatter, a raw scream tearing from your throat as waves of pleasure crash through you. he rides you through it, gentle now, lapping up every drop until you’re whimpering from oversensitivity.

before you can even come down, he’s moving up your body, kissing your stomach, your ribs, your breasts, your neck. he’s trembling. "need to be inside you. now. please."

you nod frantically, spreading your legs wider. he reaches for his wallet on the nightstand, fumbling for a condom. you take it from him, ripping the packet with your teeth, and roll it onto him, your touch making him shudder. he guides himself to your entrance, the head nudging against your slick heat.

he looks into your eyes, his own full of so much emotion it steals your breath. "i love you, what the fuck" he says, chuckling at himself.

then he pushes in.

it’s a stretch, a burn, a perfect, breathtaking fullness. you both moan in unison. he stills, buried to the hilt, his face buried in your neck. "this okay?" he breathes.

"more than okay. move. please, wonie, move."

he does. he starts slow, deep, rolling thrusts that make you see stars. it’s not just sex. it’s a conversation. every gasp, every kiss, every shift of his hips is a word you’ve been waiting years to say. his hands are everywhere,, gripping your hips, tangling with your fingers, stroking your hair. he whispers against your skin. "so good, fuck— you feel so good, baby"

the pace builds, becoming more urgent, more frantic. the bed frame knocks against the wall in a steady rhythm. you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. the coil inside you tightens again, impossibly fast.

"i’m close," you sob. "o close."

"look at me, baby," he commands. you open your eyes. his are dark, desperate, full of love. "come with me."

he slams into you one last time, hitting a spot that unravels you completely. your climax rips through you, silent at first, then a broken cry. the feeling of you clenching around him drags him under. he shouts your name, his body going rigid as he spills into the condom, his thrusts turning shallow and jerky.

he collapses on top of you, a sweaty, panting weight. you hold him, your hands stroking his damp back, your legs still wrapped around him. you never want to let go.

after a long while, he rolls off, disposing of the condom before gathering you back into his arms, pulling the covers over you both. you’re curled into his side, your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.

he kisses the top of your head. "sooooo." he says, his voice drags. "best friends who fuck?"

you laugh, shorting him a look, "i'll kill you,"

"i'm kidding, pretty." he holds you tighter. “don’t expect me to ever let you go now.”

"wouldn’t dream of it."

The second alarm should have rang when you wanted to open the envelope on spot, but she strongly insisted that you should open it when you were at home. "Make sure you‘re alone." She had whispered to you across the table and gave you a playful wink.

Lastly, your birthday was three months ago, there was no holiday happening any time soon. You haven‘t graduated from college yet and you lost your virginity last year to your first boyfriend who left you two weeks after.

There really wasn‘t any occasion to celebrate.

The fancy packaging had you assuming it must have been expensive. The paper of the envelope felt thick, the name of the company spelled out in a white cursive font.

"The gateway to heaven."

From the layout you would have guessed anything, from a fancy restaurant voucher, to a spa coupon or an appointment to get your nails done.

What you didn‘t expect was the 'guide' that came with the voucher inside, accompanied by a short note from your friend that had your mouth dry with every word.

"to my loveliest girl <3

the way you waved even the hottest guys at the bar last week off, got me so sad for you :( the world is waiting for you! pls get laid ^_^ the guys on this line are soo experienced and will bring back your hunger for the deed for sure!

(if you don‘t use it, you‘re wasting my 100$ .. so think about it!!)"

The voucher she gave you was for telephone sex services and it was the last thing you‘d have ever considered doing in your life. To your disappointment, searching up the company on the web indeed confirmed the hilarious price for one session.

You sat in your room for a few minutes in silence. it was true that ever since your last time, you had turned very ignorant towards any type of romance and physical stuff. there was no need to hide the fact that the stunt your ex pulled on you, left you with doubts and an empty void in your heart.

Will a stranger guy be able to make you feel wanted and desired when the only person you ever gave yourself to miserably failed?

"She meant this in a good way." You sighed as your thumb already pressed on the call button, the familiar ringing making your blood rush in your ears.

"Hello, welcome to the gateway to heaven! This is Leo. You have called the service line. Please tell me your membership or voucher number."

You turned around the white card in your hand, slowly reading out the number to the gentle male voice on the phone. after every three digits, there was a hum of approval for you to continue, the low vibration already getting you kind of nervous.

You only reached the service line and you were already sweating in buckets. How on earth was this supposed to go on?

"Thank you so much, your voucher is valid. Please name the angel code of your choice."

"E-excuse me?" You shuffled through the flyers that were spread on your mattress, the sound apparently clear enough to make the service worker giggle.

"There should be a sheet that came with the voucher, listing numbers that are codes for our angels. Just choose one."

You grabbed the paper that had a lot of numbers written on it. from 111 to 999, everything was neatly listed with every meaning written right beside it. All the information and choice felt overwhelming to you, incoherent sounds of stuttering leaving your mouth.

"i-i‘m so sorry, i got this as a gift and it‘s my first time using your services."

Once again, Leo laughed softly with his deep voice. You felt relieved he was taking your clumsy behaviour with humor rather than wondering why an inexperienced person would use this hotline.

"Don‘t worry about it. All of this is not as complicated as it seems. For beginners, I would recommend code 333.“

With your finger on the flyer, you skipped all the way to the top part of the page.

'333 - divine support, encouragement & guidance'

Sounds like something you could work with. Or rather, it sounds like someone who could work with you.

"Ok .. I‘ll go with that choice, please."

"Gladly. I‘ll connect you to your angel. Please stay on line and wait a few minutes."

Before you could speak your thank you‘s to Leo, your call was already on-hold. A soft melody of harpes was playing as you nervously chewed on your fingers.

How was this even going to work? Were you supposed to undress? How was this person going to greet you? Is it a male or a female? Would you be asked to voice your reasonings for this session.

Your fingers kept fiddling with the buttons of your pyjama shirt, undoing and doing them over and over again, unsure of what to do.

The harp music came to an abrupt halt. There was a few seconds of silence before the voice on the other side of the line came through your phone.

"Hello? Are you there?"

With your pyjama shirt halfway open just when you decided (again) you‘d rather keep it closed, you held the phone closer to your lips. You heard your heart hammering against your chest.

"Uh hi. Yes .. yes I am here."

"Oh hi. I‘m Sangwon. What can I call you? Will sweetheart be fine?"

The voice belonged to a male. Soft, gentle, calm, quiet with a hint of a smile. You barely noticed the way it immediately put you to ease, your twitching hand slowly falling to your side.

"That .. sounds lovely."

Sangwon hummed in approval. "Indeed, sweetheart. So is your voice."

A tint of pink colored your cheeks, you felt embarassed at how you didn‘t even know how to react other than a nervous chuckle and a quiet 'thank you' that you hoped would reach the line.

"How are you feeling? Had a beautiful day, I hope?"

You didn‘t imagine this call to start off like the way it currently did. But it was better than you expected, the room already started to feel more cozy rather than tense and you really appreciated that about your 'angel'.

"I did. I met with a good friend and we had coffee. Then she gave me the gift card for your service and I was kind of nervous to call but …"

"Here you are."

"Yeah, here I am."

Feeling guilty at leaving him to leading the entire conversation, you quickly added "I really do like your voice too by the way. It‘s very gentle .. and beautiful."

The male on the other end of the line cooed. "That‘s so cute. Thank you, sweetheart. Then this call will be even more pleasurable since you like the sound of me, right?"

A gaze to the side and you caught yourself smiling as you looked into the mirror. Clearing your throat in embarassement you answered "Y-yes, very much. I already enjoy it a lot."

"Do you live alone, sweetheart?"

"I do."

"Oh, I‘d love to meet you. Spend time with you, get to know you and listen to you talk all night."

The thought of having someone by your side for the night warmed you up more than you thought it would. You had been living alone for a 2 years now and although a very own space was cool, it did get lonely sometimes.

"That sounds really good. I could need some company right now."

"Oh yeah?" If you weren‘t mistaken his voice sounded more playful than before.

"I think I would make a great company. We could do whatever you like. Talk, watch movies, hug if you need to."

"I could need a hug right now."

"I give great hugs. I would hold you as long as you need it, you can curl up in my embrace. I want to play with your hair, maybe plant some soft kisses on your soft skin. Would that be ok for you?"

The way he approached you so carefully gave you butterflies in your stomach. As if you already started crushing on this particular person and you didn‘t even know what he looked like.

It was still a stranger at the end of the line whose face was unknown but he made it feel like you had actually met up in person and he was telling you things that could actually happen.

"Yes, very much. I haven‘t been .. touched like that in a very long time."

"That‘s a shame. But I can make up for that, don‘t worry. Would you tell me what you're wearing right now?"

Your eyes wandered south to your simple pyjama set that you owned for such a long time. If only you had worn something more pretty for this truly angel-like man.

"Oh, it‘s nothing special or pretty. Just my pyjama shirt and the matching pants."

"I‘m sure you look cozy and pretty, all for me." His words tickled your nerves in the best way possible.

"Would you mind opening that shirt for me? Is that ok for you?" There wasn‘t even one bit of awkwardness that you felt at his rather direct request. Everything about Sangwon‘s gentle behavior lulled you into safety. Not sure if that was a good thing thought.

One by one, you undid the buttons of your shirt, your bare skin coming into your sight as you kept your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. With your cheeks still flushed and the shape of your boobs being exposed you had to admit you actually felt pretty. Just like Sangwon said you to be.

"I did.." You told him.

"Good job. I would love to feel your smooth skin right now. Place some more kisses on your belly and up all the way to your chest area."

"That sounds so good.." You mumbled more to yourself than to him but he still caught your words.

"I know right? I want to roam my hands over your body, feel your perfect waist and get my palms full of your boobs."

Perfect? You never thought your body to be anywhere near that .. but if he said so, who were you to decline. The phone was placed on your nighstand with the volume on max, so that you wouldn‘t miss any tone or breather from this ethereal boy.

Your hands rubbed your belly and moved up till both grabbed your boobs. With your eyes closed you imagined bigger, rougher hands to do this touch to you. You sighed at the thought and at the feeling.

"I assume you‘re not wearing a bra?"

"You know girls really really well."

The grin in his voice just couldn‘t be missed "I suppose that‘s true. But I still want to know more of you, sweetheart, feel more of you. Could you shrug that shirt off completely for me?"

The shirt slid off your shoulders easily, more easily than it was to undid the buttons.

"I took it off .. for you."

"Good girl.“

At the new petname, you chewed on your lip. It was your first time, you caught yourself rubbing your thighs together as you let out a nervous and shaky laugher. You felt like a virgin all over again. Clueless of what to do.

"I‘m sure you look breathtaking right now. I really need to make you feel good. If I tell you what to do, would you be able to follow?"

Nodding as if he could actually see it, you answered. "I‘ll try my best."

"Thank you, love. I promise to keep you save all the time so let me know if it gets too much, yeah? Your comfort is very important to me."

"Ok." So this is were the foreplay seemingly ends and you had to admit that it did wonders to you. The room felt much warmer than it did before. Your skin was slightly sticky from your own sweat and needless to mention that you felt an awful burn building up in your core.

"I want you to take off your bottoms and sit up against the headboard. Maybe prop up some pillows so you don‘t hurt your back, ok?"

The way he switched from making requests to giving you commands sparked up excitement inside of you that you haven‘t felt in a very long time. As you were seated in the position he wishes for, pants discarded, you felt raw and exposed .. but not in a negative way.

You liked the thought of being exposed to this beautiful angel.

"I‘m done."

"Very good. You look so cute right now, sitting in your pretty panties on your bed, all ready for me." Sangwon giggled, and you heard him shift as well for the first time since your call.

"I would love to touch your thighs. Starting from your knees, up and down on the insides, so warm, so smooth."

You gulped way too hard and too loud that you were sure you heard that. Following his descriptions, you caressed the inside of your thights. It was hard to ignore the radiating warmth from your center whenever you got dangerously close to it.

"Sangwon .."

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Whenever I get close to my … panties it feels warm."

Sangwon chuckled and if you weren‘t mistaken he let out a soft groan as well, a sound that had you whimpering softly in response.

"You‘re already turned on, aren‘t you? That‘s a great thing, sweetheart. It means you enjoy my company."

"I really do." You answered eagerly.

"I do too, love. Your sugary voice makes me so excited, I can feel some tightness in my pants."

At his bold statement, you felt encouraged to be bold too. You weren‘t always like that. Insecure, hiding and avoidant towards guys. Obviously he enjoyed your company, whether that was played or not, you could be sure that he‘d respond to your openess. This alone gave you a strong feeling of security.

"Would you .. touch yourself with me?"

There was some silence on the other side, so you quickly added "I just think if we did it together, I would enjoy it even more. And if you're already feeling uncomfortable in your bottoms, I-"

"You want to help me? You're saying that you would like to please me too?"

Nodding as if he could see you, you chewed on your lip. You made a mental note to check if there was any videocall option for the next time.

Already considering a next time huh?

"Is the angel you or me?" Sangwons dark chuckle had the heat spreading all over your body like a disease, something where there is only one particular way to get rid of it.

You heard the sound of clothes rustling, the click of a belt being undone, the zoom of a zipper. Your ears sensed these sounds like instruments harmonizing with your shaky breath as the singer. It was just the beginning of the orchestrate of heaven.

Sangwon let out a hiss from the other side of the line. "I need you to take those pretty panties off, sweetheart. Can't leave you waiting any longer."

His voice worked like a sirens, lulling you into obedience. Your undergarment was quickly discarded to the rest of your long-forgotten clothing pieces. What was left was your pulsating heat which was even more prominent to you as the cool blow of air strived your skin. A soft whimper left your throat.

"What do I do, Sangwon?"

"Spread your legs, nice and wide sweetheart. Prop your feet on the mattress, so you're beautifully open for me."

You followed his description as he talked and as you closed your eyes you could swear that you felt the presence of a stunning man lingering in your room.

"I'm ready.."

"You're ready for me? I'm ready for you too, baby. All those little pants and quiet whimpers I'm catching there are too damn sweet. Is it too greedy of me to ask for more?"

"Please tell me how I can give you more of these."

You left your eyes shut, your hands roaming all over your body as you spoke. You craved this male's burning touch more than anything, without even knowing his face.

"Get your pretty little fingers to your clit."

Eagerly, you slid your fingers south, coming in contact with your lower region that was embarassingly soaked. A soft moan rolled from your plush and swollen mouth.

"I'm .. I'm wet."

"Oh, bet you are. Try dragging your fingers along the slit. I promise you, it'll be pleasing, my sweetheart."

As you followed his directions, you almost mewled at the stimulating sensation. Your eyes that were relaxed and closed, squeezed shut. Over and over, you repeated that movement, stroking all the sensitive nerves on your pussy.

Up and down, your chest heaved. Following the pace of your finger. Incoherent sounds left you like a chant while you experimented between sliding and rounding the pads of your fingers against your clit.

"I love those moans, sweetheart. They sound heavenly. I literally have my fist wrapped around my cock and I'm getting myself off to your angelic singing."

At his remark you noticed indeed, that his voice sounded a tiny tad out of breath. There was the faint noise of skin against skin everytime his palm came down to the base of his member. The thought of it had your mouth watering.

"I wish it was your fingers, Sangwon.. They must be longer than mine."

The grin in his answer coulnd't be overheard. "With these noises you're making from your own fingers, I can't imagine what you will sound like when I get my hands on you. I would start off nice and slow, making you fall for me bit by bit. And when you're blushing in the perfect tint of cotton candy, I'll speed it up. My fingers.. they'll glide so easily through your honey sweet cunt."

At this point, your voice was a mix of helplessness and need. You reached down far enough, your hands teasing your own hole as you brushed it with every thrust of your fingers.

Sangwon continued to cloud your mind. "I have to put my fingers to an even better use, baby. Getting your thight hole ready for my cock. How does that sound?"

Again you nod more to yourself than to anyone else, followed by a high-pitched hum of approval. Your arousal was already dripping down your buttcheeks and you were sure that the bedsheets had to be changed after this call.

Thinking of the male's fingers that were as gentle as his voice, you pushed one finger inside of you. The feeling was unfamiliar, having you squirming in slight discomfort.

"What's wrong, sweetheart? Are you hurt?"

"I-I just tried to insert a finger, just like you told me you'd do it."

"There there. You're more eager than I thought, baby." You whined at his slightly mocking comment. But exactly this was the factor tugging on your heart, making it pound and race.

"I'm here to guide you, aren't I? Go slowly. You must get used to the stretch. One finger by one, ok?"

"I am sorry.."

"All good, sweetheart. We got this. Follow me. We'll go slow together, yeah?"

The thought of masturbating simultaneously, chasing each others height at the same time had your blood rushing in your ears. You had never felt more exciting in a long time and you never knew how thrilling sexual stimulation could be.

"When you draw your finger back slowly, does it hurt you?" He asked.

You did as you were told, testing the waters. The way your walls clung to your finger still felt new, but it was definitely something you could get used to. "It feels ok." You answered.

"That's good. Repeat that movement. Go back and forth but make sure your little finger is not out entirely. You know what I mean?"

Slowly you eased your finger back inside. For the first few thrusts, you still felt tight but with every move back in you got less tense. Soon you turned back into the whimpering mess Sangwon had made out of you before.

"It feels .. so good."

"Yeah? Good job, baby. I feel so good too, but my dick feels hard. We need to go a little bit faster to take care of that. Can we do that?"

Abso. fucking. lutely.

"Please.. faster." You pleaded him and you were embarassed how your walls spasmed around your single digit.

Sangwon sighed out in relieve. It seemed like he had been waiting for you and your heart sank at the thought that you were truly accompanied in doing this and that he was not lying when he indicated to match your actions.

As he picked up the pace he started panting and groaning softly. It was heavenly to listen to him go while you kept going with pleasuring yourself.

"This is so nice.. aah." Sangwon's moans went straight to your core. "How about you insert a second finger, baby? Spread that beautiful hole and get you open for my cock."

Carefully you slipped in another finger, moaning out desperately as it slid in easily compared to the first. Immediately you were able to pick up the fast pace you had been going for again. The walls of your entrance stretched deliciously and you couldn't help but think of the burn Sangwon's cock would be able to give you. The way it would fill you so much better than two single fingers could ever do.

"I bet you would feel so much better than my hand.." You breathed out, keeping your voice as steady as possible. The sound of Sangwon jerking off, together with his moans stimulated your entire body. Just when you thought his voice was already magical, his lewd noises enchanted you entirely.

"You're making my cravings even worse." He laughed out in between his own groans. "I cannot stop thinking of getting inside of you."

Just as he spoke those words, the pads of your two diggits brushed against your g-spot. The feeling had you yelping as you hungrily repeated your movements of pushing against it, thinking of Sangwon's member drilling into that spot over and over again.

"Oh my god, Sangwon.. right there!"

All of you was given up to the bliss this angel gifted you. The pictures he put inside your mind were vivid. His voice rang through your entire room and with your phone on full volume it complimented the cinematic experience perfectly.

"Yeah? Like that, baby? Hitting the right spots, aren't we?"

"Mhm, yes.. feels so fucking good."

"That's the way, sh-shit. Just keep going. You're getting me close to my height, sweetheart."

This was what you wanted. In this moment you yearned nothing more than to be the one to make Sangwon come. To pleasure him to the point of indescribeable pleasure.

"I-I feel a knot in my belly."

"That's a good sign, baby. That means you're close too. Let's come together, yeah? How does that sound?"

"Yes, god.. please."

You rough movements had caused you to slid down to lay flat on your back. Having the need to be spread open even more, you raised your legs, folding them as close to your body as you could. Your fingers pistoned in an out of your clit, the pleasure overwhelming you as tears formed at the brim of your eyes.

On the other side of line, a mix of curses and exclaims of pleasure could be heard. Whatever he was doing do his cock, it sounded incredibly wet everytime his hand came in contact with his thights. From the rhythm of his claps, you could tell that he was going at simultan rapid pace.

"Sangwon.. I'm so close. I think I'm coming, Sangwon."

From this day on, his name would be your most favorite word to say.

"Me too, baby. The way you say my name is so damn sweet. I'm coming hard.."

The climax reached both of you, just as you wished. Your voices simultanouesly let out one loud and incredibly reliefed moan. Immediately your entire body gave in, your fingers slipping out of your opening, your limps coming down to lay on the mattress flatly.

Sangwon's breath slowly steadied with the seconds passing. Neither of you said a word until a minute later as he giggled in content.

"You good?"

"Mhm, I'm good.." You had to clear your throat that felt dry from the long time it literally hang wide open.

"Did you feel-" "I felt good-"

Another split second of silence as you two spoke at the same time before you errupted into hearty laughers.

"I enjoyed it very much. Thank you for calling. It was my pleasure."

With all the energy you had left over, you rolled on your stomach, grabbing your phone as you checked the time. The call had lasted just around an hour and if you weren't mistaken, you had heard the faint beeping of an alarm clock shortly before your height, before it was shut down instantly. It was hard to swallow down the sour taste of sadness that it was already over.

All kind of thoughts washed over you. What kind of male had a voice as beautiful as his? What was his hair color? His body type? Was this his main job? Did he pursue any other hobbies? You wanted to do anything but hang up on him right now but you also knew that casual chats were not part of his services.

So you remained at what's proper. "T-thank you too, Sangwon! I felt safe with your guidance from the begin to the very end. I would love to experience it all over again.."

"My ears are all open for you, sweetheart. I can't wait for the next time."

"Me neither.. Good night, Sangwon."

"Good night, sweetheart. Don't leave me waiting for too long."

The last sentence had caught you off guard, but before you could answer, the call was already ended.

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The least thing you wanted to do after class was doing even more studies but what wouldn't be done today would also not be done tomorrow.

With the least amount of motivation you scrolled through your search history. The link for the paper you needed just had to be there.

As you emotionlessly scrolled up and down, your eyes cought on the familiar name "The gateway to heaven.". It seemed like all the odds were just against you doing your work.

You clicked on the link, assignments immediately forgotten as the beautiful webpage opened in front of your eyes. The memories as you checked the pricing before the call were still as vivid as the call itself.

All of this happened just a week ago but you still couldn't leave Sangwon and his gentleness out of your mind. Every night, you found yourself picturing what he looked like. Sitting with their webpage wide open in front of your eyes had you questioning why you didn't think of looking it up right there. But as this was just a telephone service, they must keep their workers anonymous.

So you thought.

Several clicks took you to the page "Angels". The angel numbers or codes, as the Leo guy had told you on the phone, were listed from 111 to 999 with pictures underneath, and a short description of their services right beside it.

The pictures showed no faces (of course). But it was a clear full body shot, lights playing in a way for the shadow to aesthetically cover the details of their visages. As you scrolled further down you halted at 333, gulping at the image in front of you.

Sangwon was a slim guy. The shape of his head as small as a fist, his waist perfectly curved that would make every person green of envy. Some of the other angels were shirtless but Sangwon wore a tight fitted, white long sleeve. His face was angled sideways, the tip of his nose visible, its shape as straight as it was sharp, just like his jawline. The wings he wore as a prop could very much be real and if someone told you they were, you'd have 100% believed it.

You slumped back into your chair, your eyes unable to withdraw from the only image of Sangwon you could ever have. This was the male that guided you through the best sexual experience of your life you would probably ever have. All of that without even touching you.

He filled your entire mind, left you done yet already hungry for more.

There was only one way to still this craving - another 100 bucks.

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authors note: i enjoyed writing this so so much althought it was quite a bit challenging for me because i am not used to writing this much conversation which was inavoidable for this one. i really hope i executed it well. i feel like this could be a series! i will do another one for leo for sure. if you have any idea which number to assign to leo or the ald1 members, pls let me know in the comments or in my asks.

“Miss Y/N?”

You turned your head to the right, catching sight of your neighbour, Na Bora, gently rocking her four-month-old baby in her arms. Her husband, Poong Woonho, had likely slipped in earlier to unlock the door and set down the groceries so that he could return to help her inside.

“Yes, Aunt Bora?” you asked. Though she wasn’t nearly old enough to warrant the title, the habit of addressing her formally had long been etched into you— an inheritance from the strict cultural etiquette instilled by your family.

“This is for you.” Bora stepped just past the threshold of her apartment before retreating again, extending a paper bag toward you. When you accepted it, your breath hitched. Inside was a bouquet of your favourite flowers, wrapped with neat precision, a small note tucked delicately alongside.

“Your boyfriend left this yesterday,” Bora said with a knowing smile.

Your brow arched at the unexpected word: boyfriend. Since when did you have one?

You glanced back at your neighbor, uncertainty flickering across your face. “My boyfriend?”

Bora nodded without a hint of doubt, adjusting her daughter into a more comfortable position before replying matter-of-factly. “Yes. The one who’s always visiting your apartment. Dark hair, light eyebrows?”

Oh.

“He came over?” you asked, your voice edged with disbelief. Bora answered with another simple nod.

“He didn’t tell you…?” she pressed gently, but your silence was an answer enough. She caught the fleeting shift in your expression before Woonho reappeared, relieving her by taking their daughter into his arms.

“I don’t mean to pry, but…” Bora leaned in slightly, her voice softening into a conspiratorial whisper, the kind reserved for crowded gatherings, though here it was only the two of you standing in the quiet hallway. “...he’s been coming here every day.”

It had been weeks since you severed ties with Sangwon. No explanations. No confrontation. Not even the courtesy of letting him speak his side. Just a single text, short and decisive, declaring it was better to end whatever it was you both shared. And before he could respond, before his words could sway you, you blocked him from every corner of your online world.

Because you knew yourself too well. One tender phrase, one carefully chosen promise, and you would have crumbled right back into his orbit.

You missed him— of course you did. But this was the only choice that felt right. Better to cut the thread cleanly now than to let yourself sink further, only to drown in the weight of your own expectations.

“Did he… say anything?” The question scraped out of you, held together by the last threads of composure. You swallow against the heavy air lodged in your throat, forcing yourself not to unravel over a gesture that might only serve him more if you let him back into your life.

“Not really.” Bora gave a small shake of her head, then glanced toward the living room where her husband had gone. “Actually, it was Woonho who received the paper bag. He was taking out the trash when he ran into your boyfriend in the hallway, standing right outside your door.”

She paused before finishing softly, “He handed it over, asked us to give it to you… if we happened to see you.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line, the sudden dryness making every breath feel brittle. After offering your neighbour a final word of thanks and a polite bow, you slipped into your studio, shutting the door firmly behind you. Your steps felt heavier than usual, dragging you toward the couch until you sank onto it, leaving the paper bag on the coffee table.

The flowers peeked out from their wrapping— white oxeye daisies threaded with soft pink gerberas, arranged with deliberate care.

He remembered.

A sting bloomed in your chest, sharper than you wished to admit. How were you supposed to move on when he still carried the smallest fragments of you so precisely in his memory?

You leaned forward, fingers brushing against the edge of a small envelope tucked inside the paper bag. With a hesitant pull, you slid the letter free, Sangwon’s familiar, meticulous handwriting unfolding before your eyes.

If you ever accept this, please contact me. Let me make things up.

A sigh broke past your lips before you could stop it. You bit down on your lower lip, head falling back against the couch as your gaze fixed blankly on the ceiling above.

It was a war waged in silence. Your mind against your heart, reason against the ache of longing.

Your mind betrayed you, tugging you back to the last time you saw Sangwon— when he had invited you to the apartment he shared with his close friend, Lee Leo, under the pretense of watching a classic movie.

He’d claimed he had never seen The Notebook and coaxed you into joining him with the excuse of improving his English, reminding you of the offhand comment you once made about your supervisor urging you to polish your language skills.

Well, it never crosses your mind that learning a foreign language with Sangwon would end up with you giving him a blowjob.

The film had been long forgotten, Sangwon’s laptop abandoned on the edge of his bed. He leaned back against the headboard, head tipped, fighting to keep control while you drew dangerously close, each motion unraveling the boundaries between you. He used his all mighty to not grab you by your hair and force you all the way to the base of his dick— not when your tongue dangerously laid under his cock, tracing each vein that popped out. 

“Fuck,” Sangwon groaned, eyes squeezing shut as the heat surged through him. The muffled sounds you made, broken moans tangled with soft, wet gurgles, blurred into the soundtrack of the movie still playing faintly in the background, nothing more than a flimsy disguise against the world beyond his door.

His fingers slid into your hair, gathering the strands into his grip for a makeshift ponytail, guiding you in a rhythm that left his breath unsteady. Each vibration of your voice sent shivers racing through him, the warmth of your tongue under his cock pulling his composure apart thread by thread that caused his eyes to roll to the back. A low growl escaped him, rough with pleasure, as his head tipped back.

Sangwon almost reached his climax like a teenager having his first time sex the moment your lips eased up, teasing only his tip, causing his breath to stutter. Your tongue swept slowly, deliberately, while your hand tightened around what remained untouched, coaxing his body closer and closer to the edge— raw, consuming, unstoppable.

“Sto..Stop— Fuck, princess—” Sangwon’s grip on your hair tightened, his other hand instinctively trying to pull you away. But you refused, holding firm, determined to take all of him. His thoughts were a haze, reason slipping through his fingers as release took over. With one final thrust and a guttural sound tearing from his chest, he spilled into your mouth, and you swallowed down every last drop.

A soft pop followed as you finally pulled back, your gaze lifting through lowered lashes. From your place at his knees, you caught the sight of his features slowly unclenching, the tension in his jaw easing as his chest rose and fell with ragged breaths.

When his eyes opened, they found yours. A rough chuckle escaped him before he reached down, guiding you up to straddle his thighs. His lips captured yours in a heated kiss, the faint taste of himself lacing the press of his tongue against yours. When you broke apart, a thin string lingered between you, your palms pressed flat to his chest through the soft black of his T-shirt— one that did little to hide the firm lines of muscle beneath.

“When did you get this good at giving someone a blowjob?” Sangwon’s voice was lighter now, teasing, though the air still clung with the scent of sweat and sex.

You chuckled, tilting your head at him with a glint in your eyes. “What? Did you really think I’d stay a rookie forever?”

The memory of your earlier attempts flashed between you both. The first time had ended in awkward laughter after your teeth had grazed his cock, making him hiss more in pain than pleasure as he quickly pulled you away. The second time was better— until your fingers unknowingly gripped his balls too harshly, forcing him to stop again with a near-panicked groan about his chances of ever having kids.

Not that it was entirely your fault. Your education had come from stolen glimpses of 18+ clips online through Twitter. Still, determination has driven you further. Eventually, you found yourself subscribing to whole sites, not to indulge but to study. Every spare moment became practice in observation, watching how the women there drew out gasps and eye-rolling bliss, taking notes in your mind, intent on mastering the art rather than merely imitating it.

“You’re crazy, hah.” Sangwon’s laugh was low, his forehead dropping against your shoulder as both hands clutched your sides through the thin fabric of your shirt.

The truth was, he had intended to watch the movie with you. But that resolve scattered the moment you’d appeared at his door, dressed in a striped shirt that traced your curves with every line of gray and white, paired with a black pleated skirt that swayed lightly around your thighs. You had come straight from a casual dinner with your university friends, unaware of the effect you had when you stepped into his space.

Now, with your skirt fanning out against his bare skin, his pyjama pants discarded carelessly on the floor, his restraint frayed further. You felt it in the way his body shifted beneath you, his throbbing cock grinding against the thin barrier of your panties, pulling a raw, involuntary moan from your lips.

“Won.” His name left your lips in a breath, and that was all the permission he needed. With hurried fingers, Sangwon slid your damp underwear aside, baring you to him. His other hand fumbled into the bedside drawer for a condom, rolling it down over his dick full of girth in a rushed motion before pressing into you. The stretch stole a grunt from his chest, echoed by the sound you made as he filled you.

Your arms instinctively wound around his neck, your face burying against the curve of his shoulder. Each breath you released against his skin only drew deeper groans from him, his hips snapping upward as yours met them in perfect rhythm. The sharp slap of skin against skin filled the room, becoming a melody that belonged to the two of you alone.

Sangwon’s low, guttural grunts grazed your ear, his thrusts unrelenting as he chased the growing tension between you. “C-close,” you gasped, the word breaking as the heat in your body coiled tighter. He already knew every part of you too well, each sweet spot studied with the same precision as if he were preparing for an exam. And under his touch, it didn’t take long before you began to unravel.

You didn’t know what possessed you— only that the words slipped out before you could stop them. “I… I love you,” you breathed against his neck, the syllables trembling in the quiet.

Something shifted instantly. The air between you seemed to tighten, and Sangwon froze for a heartbeat before drawing you even closer, as though the confession had cracked something open inside him. He increased the speed, almost moving like an animal in heat.

His hands slid to your hips, firm but gentle, spreading your hole even wider as his hips rolled upward, matching with your downward thrusts. He buried his face in your hair for an instant, his breath catching, before lifting his head to whisper near your ear, “L-Look at m- hah, look at me please—”

It took every ounce of courage you had to meet his gaze. And when you did, the sight of his eyes: raw, vulnerable, alight with something more than desire, made your heart twist. Despite the uncertainty trembling through you, you held his gaze, letting the truth of your feelings linger unspoken in the space between you.

There was something about his eyes that always drew you in. Those wide, soft, boba-like eyes could shift in an instant, turning stormy and intense when emotion swelled between you. You’d memorized the way his pupils widened, how his brows would knit together when he was on the edge of climax, and the subtle tug of his lower lip caught between his teeth.

Somehow, without you even realizing it, moments spent facing each other— sharing a kiss, holding a gaze, had become the most intimate thing of all. For most people in arrangements like yours and Sangwon’s, closeness wasn’t part of the deal. Friends with benefits wasn’t supposed to feel tender.

And yet… somehow, with him, it did.

How did something as simple as kissing, something as fleeting as holding another’s gaze, become so important to Sangwon? Especially for someone who, at least on the surface, seemed to use you to fill the hollow left behind after his breakup. 

To claim you, even if only temporarily.

Your thoughts scattered when a rush of emotion tightened in your stomach, and a soft, helpless sound escaped you as Sangwon drew closer, his breath warm against your skin. Instinctively, your body leaned into the familiar comfort of him. His right hand rested firmly at your hip, the other steadying at your waist.

“Please… say it again,” Sangwon whispered near your neck.

You blinked, confused by the plea. Say what again?

But before you could ask, his voice, low and unguarded, broke the silence once more. “Say that you love me.”

You were too stunned to respond when his words reached you. Confusion and the overwhelming rush of feeling tangled together, leaving your mind reeling.

“Pl–Please… princess,” Sangwon whispered, his breath hot against your skin. The warmth of it sent a flush creeping up your ears, and the vulnerable edge in his voice. Those fragile, aching whines were impossible to ignore.

“I… I love you, Sangwon…” The words slipped out, carried by all the courage and clarity you had left. Your voice wavered, breaking into muffled sounds as the world around you blurred into the dizzying storm of emotion he’d stirred within you— deeper, fiercer than anything you’d known before.

“C-Close,” you gasped, voice trembling. “Fuck Won, I’m so close—” His name left your lips in a desperate mantra, your breath catching as the rush of release overtook you, leaving your body trembling and weak, lubricated his dick with your cum.

Your limbs felt boneless, yet Sangwon didn’t falter. He held you steady, supporting you against him as he chased the crest of his own need, determined and unrelenting even as you sagged against his hold.

“I’m close too, hngh—” he breathed through gritted teeth, his voice rough, threaded with strain. You could feel the tremor running through him, the tension coiled tight between you as your legs quivered under the weight of the moment.

You leaned in, ready to press your lips to his, a small, intimate gesture amid the chaos— when his next words shattered everything. 

The sound of his voice brought the world to a standstill. It was as though gravity itself had turned on you, the air heavy, your chest tightening beneath an unseen weight.

“I… I, hah… I love you too,” Sangwon breathed, his fingers digging into your skin as the last word slipped out on a trembling exhale— just as he shuddered with release. “...Ahreum.”

The name struck your ear like a cruel echo, reverberating in a loop you couldn’t silence, no matter how desperately you wished to. It carried on that same low, breathless voice you’d grown to cherish. The tender, needy tone he only ever used when he was on the edge.

But now, that sound, the one you had adored, curdled into something sharp and bitter. The sweetness you once loved became the very thing you wished you could forget.

A low, breathless chuckle slipped past Sangwon’s lips as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, the sound almost tender in its exhaustion. “Fuck, princess,” he murmured, the words brushing warmly against your skin.

His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each inhale and exhale evening out as he cradled you in his arms. He didn’t offer another word, content to let the silence settle like a fragile truce between you. Two bodies still tangled, skin still humming from the aftershocks.

But the stillness wasn’t comforting for you. Not when the memory of him moaning his ex-girlfriend’s name rang louder than the sound of your own heartbeat.

After the quiet ritual of cleaning up, Sangwon draped an arm over your body, drawing you close beneath the soft weight of his new blanket. His voice had been a low, soothing hum against your ear, gentle coos meant to lull you to sleep. But you knew better. The comfort wasn’t for you; it was for him. And the proof came quickly, in the steady rhythm of his breathing as he drifted off first, leaving you awake with the echoes of everything unspoken.

You shifted just enough to study his face. Even in sleep, Sangwon looked impossibly perfect— the sweep of long lashes resting on his cheeks, the flawless angles of a face that seemed carved by some patient, loving hand. Once, that beauty alone could have undone you, could have made you believe in every fragile fantasy you’d built around him.

But not now.

Not after tonight.

Your heart ached to surrender, to love him in the way it used to. But pride sat heavier in your chest. And pride, this time, refused to move.

You peeled the blanket from your body, its warmth suddenly oppressive, and slipped out of the bedroom on silent feet. The air outside felt cooler, easier to breathe. In the dim light spilling from the kitchen, you were dressed in one of Sangwon’s old t-shirts and a pair of his loose pyjama pants. Soft cotton that fits more like a refuge than the clothes you’d worn earlier.

“Might as well tell the whole world you both are fucking.”

The voice shattered the fragile quiet, sharp and low. You nearly cursed, your heart leaping to your throat.

Turning toward the sound, you found Leo sprawled on the couch, legs crossed casually. His right hand scrolled lazily across an iPad screen, while his left cradled a mug that sent out delicate wisps of chrysanthemum tea. The floral aroma reached you, oddly gentle against the bite of his words.

He didn’t even glance up at first, the soft glow of the screen reflecting in his glasses. But the corner of his mouth lifted— just enough to show that he’d been waiting for your reaction all along.

“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” you asked, your chin tilting toward the wall clock. Its hands hovered lazily over two in the morning, not that the exact minute mattered.

Leo didn’t even look up. The dim light traced the sharp line of his jaw as he flicked through whatever held his attention on the iPad.

The three of you had been tethered to one another since high school. Sangwon shared your class back then, while Leo had been the charismatic president of the broadcast club. You’d only joined that club on a whim during your second year, hoping to pad your co-curricular record after your friend warned you about the grueling options on the list. Then, as if fate had whispered through the school’s speakers, you’d heard the club announcement and felt an inexplicable pull. Soon enough, Sangwon had followed, and the three of you became a fixture in each other’s lives.

Leo had cheered at your graduation. He’d dragged you and Sangwon out to his grandparents’ farm just to celebrate life, mud still clinging to your shoes from running through fields until dusk. The three of you had shared every triumph, every failure— there had never been secrets. Not even about your so-called exclusive relationship with Sangwon.

“Oh, lord.” Leo’s laugh cut through the quiet, warm and teasing, as he arched a brow at you. He finally looked up from his iPad, catching sight of you padding toward the dining room for a glass of warm water. “Tell me, how am I supposed to sleep when my friends are going at it like a pair of rabbits?”

“Blame your friend for his insane hormones,” you shot back with a dramatic roll of your eyes, taking deliberate steps toward the couch. You dropped onto the cushion beside him, the upholstery sinking slightly beneath your weight.

Leo’s lips curved into an amused grin. “My friend and his hormones, huh?” He leaned back, teasing, lacing his tone. “Funny. You talk like Sangwon isn’t your friend to claim.”

“Now, what about my friend and his hormones?”

Your fingers tightened around the cup, eyes tracing the small ripples as you stirred gently, quietly, as if the motion alone could steady your thoughts. The silence between you spoke louder than words ever could. Leo seemed to notice, setting his own cup and iPad on the coffee table before shifting his body just enough to face you fully. One arm rested casually along the back of the couch, the other hugged a pillow against his thighs— a silent offer of attention and comfort.

“What’s going on, sunshine?” he asked softly, using the nickname he had given you years ago, back when your boundless enthusiasm during interviews had made him smile. You had been so bright then. So unshakable in the face of seniors’ pressure, so fearless even when others tried to bring you down. That same warmth lingered in his voice now, a tether to the version of yourself that still believed in trust and honesty.

But as much as you wanted to tell him, the words lodged in your throat. Leo and Sangwon had lived together after graduation; their bond was deep, quiet, and constant. How could you speak freely about Sangwon, his closest friend, without feeling exposed? What if Leo, well-intentioned as he might be, told Sangwon? What if your vulnerability became gossip? What if… everything you felt was suddenly not yours to hold?

“Sunshine?” Leo’s gentle voice reached you, cutting through the swirl of overthinking that threatened to pull you under. His tone was patient, steady, an anchor in the storm of your mind. Summoning every last ounce of courage, you lifted your gaze from the cup and met his eyes— eyes that waited for you, without judgment, without hurry.

“He… called his ex’s name,” your voice wavered, trembling with the weight of the confession. The mere sound of it drew concern from Leo, his posture shifting subtly, his expression softening. He understood without needing every detail.

“He knows I like him, and he… he still says someone else’s name.”

A single tear hovered at the corner of your eye before sliding down your cheek. Your carefully constructed facade, the mask you’d worn for so long, cracked under the strain, letting the raw truth of your hurt show.

Just like your heart.

The late night stretched on with Leo quietly listening, his presence steady as your words spilled out in fragments. He watched each tear trace its path down your cheeks, saw the way your shoulders tensed as you fought to muffle the sobs, careful not to be loud enough to wake the man sleeping behind the other door. You weren’t sure how long it lasted, but you remembered the clock on his car’s dashboard when he finally drove you away from the apartment: 4:34 a.m. The soft glow of the digits seared itself into your memory, the exact moment he guided you back to your own space, hoping the distance might ease the ache, or at least dull the memory of what had happened.

From that day forward, you cut yourself off from Sangwon. Every call went unanswered, every text remained undelivered. He had knocked on your door once, twice— and then no more. Sangwon was never the type to force his way into someone’s discomfort, and he must have understood that repeated knocking would only deepen the wound.

In the quiet that followed, you taught yourself to breathe again. To compose the pieces of your heart. To remember, over and over, that whatever you and Sangwon shared was never meant to be permanent. It was only a fleeting chapter, a story that began without a clear beginning and had already written its own ending.

In the days that blurred into weeks, Leo never once forgot you. He checked in quietly, his calls and texts arriving like small lifelines— gentle reminders that someone still cared. Sometimes a deliveryman would appear at your door, holding a steaming container of tteokbokki or a box of hotteok, the warm, familiar scents coaxing you to eat even when your appetite had abandoned you. He never pushed to see you in person, never pressed for conversations you weren’t ready to have. He understood that time, not words, was what you needed most.

Months slipped by. To say you had moved on from Sangwon would’ve been a lie, but the sound of his name no longer summoned butterflies that fluttered recklessly in your stomach. The memories of him didn’t sting as sharply anymore, and even the ghost of his scent didn’t send your mind spinning… or so you convinced yourself.

The alumni party for your high school’s broadcast club rolled around. A two-day, one-night gathering at a rented Airbnb tucked in the quiet countryside. You agreed to go, but only after confirming with Leo that Sangwon wouldn’t be there. Yet the moment you stepped outside and caught sight of Leo’s car pulling into the gravel driveway, your chest tightened.

Because there he was. Sangwon. Stepping out of the passenger seat like a memory you weren’t ready to face, sunlight catching in his dark hair as if no time at all had passed.

“Sangwon changed his mind,” Leo explained quietly, guilt flickering across his features as though the choice had been his own. He offered a sheepish smile, an unspoken apology lingering between you. And though disappointment tugged at your chest, you couldn’t stay mad at him. Not at Leo, the one who had been your lifeline through the wreckage Sangwon left behind.

The reunion unfolded around you with an easy warmth: alumni of every graduating year gathered under string lights, laughter spilling into the night air. Old stories were retold, glasses of soju clinked in cheerful toasts, and the scent of sizzling meat rose from the grill where a handful of volunteers busied themselves at the patio.

Except you.

You excused yourself and slipped back inside, using the excuse of fetching more snacks for the crowd. The warm murmur of laughter dimmed behind you, replaced by the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft creak of the old floorboards.

Your fingers stretched toward the high cabinet in search of extra plates when a familiar scent curled through the air— clean, subtle, achingly familiar. A presence drew near, so close you could feel the heat of him at your back. Masculine fingers brushed against yours, just barely a whisper of contact, as they reached past you to open the cabinet door.

You spun around too quickly, heart lodging in your throat. And there he was— the face you had missed against your will, the body whose memory still lingered like starlight on your skin, the lips you’d once believed could silence every restless thought. 

Though, he was the very reason your thoughts had become a storm.

“Here,” Sangwon said, voice steady, almost casual. But the sound of it rang in your ears, deep and devastating, sending an involuntary shiver down your spine. He held out a plate, waiting for you to take it.

You didn’t. 

Instead, you turned back, rose onto your toes, and reached for another plate without a word. The space between the countertop and the island felt too narrow, too full of unsaid things, and you stepped through it, a bag of chips tucked under your arm.

“Y/N—”

His voice cracked like a plea, but you kept walking. Out of the kitchen, out of reach— refusing him the chance to rewrite what he’d broken.

The night unraveled in laughter and hazy nostalgia, the patio heavy with the scent of grilled meat and the sharp tang of soju. The alumni, once teenagers with headsets and cameras, were now adults with stories of deadlines, marriages, and mortgages, yet for a few precious hours, they were the same reckless dreamers they used to be.

Most had already surrendered to sleep, some stumbling inside on unsteady legs, others slumping over the patio chairs until friends nudged them toward their assigned rooms.

You remained outside, rooted beside Leo— the quiet constant who had been your anchor when the world had felt like quicksand. His warmth at your side was familiar, unintrusive. Your colleague, Jiheon, her empty seat on your left made the space feel wider, lonelier.

Your fingers found your glass again. You tipped back the last of the soju in a single gulp, the liquid scorching a path down your throat, as though burning might somehow cleanse what you still couldn’t forget.

The edges of the night blurred, your eyelids growing heavy. And then—

That scent. 

That cruel, familiar scent that slipped beneath your defenses and pulled you back to a place you didn’t want to revisit.

“You should stop drinking, Y/N.”

The voice was low, deliberate— Sangwon’s. A voice you had sworn you’d buried, now dragging you back to the surface.

When Sangwon’s fingers brushed your arm, you recoiled harder than you intended. A quick, sharp yank that left his hand hanging uselessly in the cool night air.

The movement stunned him. It wasn’t just a rejection; it was a wall slammed shut. He froze, watching you as if seeing a stranger where the girl he once held had stood. The weight in his chest deepened, confusion twisting with a sting he didn’t want to name.

What had he done? Why did you look at him now as if he were something discarded— unworthy of touch, unworthy of words?

“I’ll go to sleep now.”

Your voice was directed only at Leo, soft but distant, and you didn’t wait for any reply. You turned and walked, your steps unsteady, your frame swaying just enough to betray the alcohol coursing through you. Sangwon’s gaze followed you, helpless, as though his eyes alone could keep you from falling.

But you didn’t look back. You didn’t even hesitate.

Sangwon’s hand lingered at his side, fingers curling into a fist as the door closed behind you, cutting him out once again.

It was a small miracle you managed to slip past the sliding doors without help. But perhaps you celebrated too soon— your foot caught on nothing, the floor tilting beneath you— until a pair of familiar hands steadied you, firm and unyielding.

The touch burned. It hurt to realize that even now, even after everything, your body still betrayed you, still leaned into Sangwon’s grip when you needed saving. As if his return had reminded you that you weren’t as independent as you pretended to be. And you hated yourself for it.

You tore your arms from his grasp, the absence of warmth feeling colder than you expected. Not even a whispered thank you slipped from your lips as you pushed forward, determined to reach the stairs without crumbling.

Then his voice— pleading, raw— broke the air.

“Y/N, please!”

Your steps faltered. One hand gripped the railing as you froze mid-motion, your heart thundering louder than the distant hum of laughter outside.

“Why did you ignore me? Did I do something wrong?” Sangwon’s voice carried no anger, only bewildered hurt, a quiet plea that twisted somewhere deep in your chest.

“Please tell me, Y/N.”

Your fingers curled tighter around the railing, the cold metal biting into your skin as though you could tear it from the staircase and escape with it. The weight of unspoken words crowded your throat, pressing harder, harder… So many things you wanted to say, all of them jagged and trembling, but none willing to cross the gap between you.

His voice lingered, echoing inside your skull, stirring every memory you’d tried so hard to bury. And as always, whenever Sangwon spoke like this: soft, desperate, familiar— you froze. Your heart lurched forward, but your tongue betrayed you, trapping every confession just at the edge of your lips.

The silence stretched between you like a fragile thread, one tug away from snapping.

You had barely lifted your foot to flee when a sharp clatter split the quiet. A sound that seemed far too loud for the dimly lit living room. You spun around, and your breath caught.

Sangwon was on his knees.

His head hung low, shoulders curved inward as though the weight of the moment had finally crushed him. The soft light from the hallway haloed his frame, but there was nothing graceful about him now— only brokenness.

It was the first time you had ever seen him like this: stripped of composure, of the easy arrogance he always carried, of everything that once made him untouchable.

Vulnerable. Desperate.

And you… you couldn’t tell if he wanted you back because he truly couldn’t bear to lose you—or because he had simply lost the comfort of someone to share his bed with.

“Please, Y/N…” His voice fractured on your name, the sound trembling with something perilously close to fear. “Let me make things right… For you. For us.”

“There’s no such thing…” Your words slipped out in a breath, so soft they almost dissolved into the shadows. But they were sharp enough to make him lift his head, his face bare and unguarded beneath the fragile light. “…as us.”

You steadied yourself against the railing, fingers tightening until your knuckles ached, using the sting to anchor you— to keep your emotions from overruling your reason yet again.

“There was never an us to begin with,” you said, each syllable trembling yet deliberate, “so there’s nothing here to fix.”

The words pierced Sangwon’s chest like a bullet— 

One he couldn’t dodge, or maybe one he hadn’t wanted to. 

He stayed there, silent, his eyes locked on yours, begging for even the smallest flicker of what used to be. He waited for you to crumble under his gaze, to seek shelter in his arms like you always had when the world felt too heavy.

But tonight, your eyes betrayed him. They didn’t flicker or shy away. They didn’t widen in flustered surprise or soften with affection. They were steady, cold, and unbearably empty.

When you turned and walked away, your steps echoing up the stairs, Sangwon stayed on his knees in the dim light, the silence pressing down on him like a weight he couldn’t bear. That was the moment it sank in— everything had stopped.

The story between you had ended. 

It was the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward—it was charged, buzzing, like both of you were waiting for something to happen but too shy to make the first move.

Sangwon’s arm rested loosely around your waist, but you could feel the tension in him. Every time you shifted, his fingers twitched against your side, like he wanted to pull you closer but didn’t quite dare. You tilted your head back to glance up at him, catching the way his jaw clenched, the faint red creeping up his neck.

“Why are you sitting so stiff?” you teased softly, poking at his chest. “You act like I’m going to bite.”

He blinked down at you, flustered. “I’m not—” He swallowed, gaze darting away. “I just… don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest. “Sangwon,” you murmured, shifting so you were facing him fully. “You couldn’t make me uncomfortable if you tried.”

That shut him up. His eyes found yours again, wide and uncertain, but there was something else there too—something that made your pulse skip.

You leaned in slowly, giving him time to pull away. Your nose brushed his, his breath caught, and you felt him tense beneath you.

Just as your lips brushed his, a feather-light tickle against your skin made you break into an unexpected laugh. You pulled back slightly, giggling into your hand.

Sangwon froze, mortified. “Wait—what happened? Did I—did I do something wrong?”

Still laughing, you shook your head. “No, no—it’s just…” You struggled to catch your breath, grinning. “Your nose tickled me.”

His ears went bright red instantly. “Oh my God,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands. “That’s—so embarrassing.”

You tugged gently at his wrists until his hands dropped, revealing the flush spreading across his cheeks. “It’s not embarrassing,” you teased, brushing your nose against his again deliberately. “It’s actually kind of cute.”

He ducked his head, but you caught the shy smile tugging at his lips. “Cute,” he repeated under his breath, as though he wasn’t sure if he believed you.

Before he could overthink it, you kissed him—soft at first, coaxing. His breath stuttered, but he leaned in, his lips tentative against yours, testing. You slid your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, and that was when he gave in.

The kiss deepened, his mouth parting against yours, and you felt the tension in his body snap into something else entirely. His grip on your waist tightened, drawing you closer until you were practically straddling him. Every brush of his lips grew more urgent, more sure, the shy hesitation melting into raw want.

Still, his nose kept nudging against yours, tickling in that same ridiculous way. You smiled into the kiss, breaking away for only a second. “Still tickling me,” you whispered, breathless.

His laugh was low, a little shaky, but his eyes burned when he met yours. “Guess I’ll just have to keep kissing you until you don’t notice.”

And then his lips were back on yours, hungrier this time, his tongue brushing yours just enough to make your chest tighten. He kissed like he was finally letting go of all the restraint he’d been holding onto, like the only thing that mattered was keeping you close.

By the time you pulled away for air, both of you were breathless. He rested his forehead against yours, his nose still brushing yours lightly, making you laugh all over again.

“You’re ridiculous,” you whispered.

“And you,” he murmured back, his voice low and rough with emotion, “make me insane.”

You grinned, brushing your lips over his again in a teasing ghost of a kiss. “Good. I like you insane.”

This time, when his nose tickled yours again, you didn’t stop laughing. You let it melt into the kiss, imperfect and messy and absolutely perfect all at once.

you uncap the bottle of massaging oil, pouring a generous amount into your palms and rubbing your hands together, the soft sliding sound of your slick skin filling the space between you.

"feeling completely relaxed, baby?" you ask, voice dropping to a low, soothing murmur that immediately draws his attention.

"mm... so relaxed," sangwon murmurs into the pillow, his voice thick and sleepy. "your hands are always so warm"

you bring your oil slicked hands down onto the small of his back, the initial touch causing his breath to hitch slightly before he completely melts into the mattress. you begin to work in long, deliberate strokes, your palms sliding effortlessly from his lower spine all the way up to his neck, smoothing over the lean contours of his muscles. every line of his body was completely pliant, trusting your hands implicitly.

"you have so much tension right here," you whisper, using your thumbs to apply a gentle rotating pressure right between his shoulder blades.

sangwon lets out a low shaky sigh, his fingers lightly twitching against the sheets. he turns his head to the side, resting his cheek against the fabric so he can look at you. his blond hair so beautifully messy, a few damp strands clinging to his flushed forehead. his eyes heavy, hooded with a mix of exhaustion and deep comfort as he watches you through his long lashes that you envy so much.

"you're doing a very good job taking care of me" he whispers, a ghost of smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"of course i am" you say softly, leaning forward to press a gentle yet lingering kiss to his warm shoulder blade, tasting the sweet oil on his skin. "you deserve to be taken care of, sangwonnie. just let me do everything, hmm?"

his eyes flutter close at the praise, a soft pink blush spreading from his cheeks down to his neck, his chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths. you continue the slow rhythm, your hands tracing the curve of his waist and the back of his thighs, ensuring every inch of his upper body was slick, warm and thoroughly relaxed under your care.

as the minutes tick by, the atmosphere in the room shifts. the innocence of the massage beginning to give way to a heavy pull that made the air feel thick and hard to breathe. your hands travelling back up his spine, the edge of your palms lazily brushing against the waistband of his boxers.

the effect was instantaneous. sangwon’s deep relaxed breathing breaks, catching sharply in his throat. his stomach muscles ripple and tighten under your touch, his hips giving a microscopic yet involuntary twitch against the mattress.

"sangwonnie..." you murmur, your hands coming to a rest on his lower back, feeling the sudden, intense heat radiating from his skin. "roll over for me, baby. look at me"

he blinks his eyes open slowly, his gaze dilated and glassy with mounting desire. he didn't hesitate, turning onto his back until he was completely exposed to you. the visual of the prettiest man ever below you, as his eyes look up with neediness, pleading for your touch, was breathtaking. the amber candlelight catching the sheen of the oil covering his chest and abdomen, making his skin glisten like wet silk. your eyes rake lower and lower down, his boxers were shifting, a growing ridge pushing against the fabric and twitching in rhythm with his accelerated heartbeat.

you pour a tiny bit more oil into your hands, the wet, sliding sound of your palms rubbing together making his ears turn a deep crimson, anticipating of what might happen. you shift your weight, sitting comfortably over his thighs, your presence commanding but entirely gentle, something that he absolutely loves.

"look how pretty you are" you whisper, your oil slicked fingers lightly tracing his collarbones before sliding down the center of his chest. "all flushed and soft under the candles. are you getting hot, baby?"

sangwon swallows hard, his adam's apple bobbing sharply as his hands lay flat on the mattress, his fingers tightly clamping onto the sheets to keep himself still. he looks up at you with complete submission, his expression entirely vulnerable. "yes... because you're sitting on me like that. you're so warm..."

"i'm just taking care of my favourite boy" you tease gently, your hands traveling lower, tracing the lean muscle of his stomach, moving closer and closer until your fingers lightly graze the elastic of his underwear. "do you want me to keep going?"

"please.. " he whispers, his voice trembling, an implicit plea for direction and for permission. "please touch me?"

you smile down at him, a soft, affectionate expression and reach down to smoothly slide his boxers down his legs, tossing them away. he's completely bare beneath you now, a beautiful glistening picture of vulnerability, his chest heaving as he waits obediently for your next move.

you gather the excess oil from his stomach, smoothing it down the full length of his hard, throbbing cock until every single millimeter is dripping, and completely frictionless. when you wrap your warm hand around him, the sound is incredibly loud in the quiet room—a thick, wet and slippery squelch that makes your boyfriend's eyes instantly snap shut.

"ah... god" he whimpers, his head falling back into the pillow, his hips lifting slightly into your palm before he remembers to hold himself back.

"shh...stay still for me" you command softly, keeping your pace slow, steady and agonizing. your oil slicked hand slides from his base all the way up to the leaking tip, smearing his pre-cum with the oil in a continuous heavy glide. "just lie there and let me do it... you don't have to lift a finger, okay baby?"

"it's so slippery" he whines quietly, a tear of sheer overstimulation tracking down his temple into his hair. his hands white-knuckled on the bedsheets, his toes curling as the friction free heat of your hand drove him crazy. "baby, fuck... it feels so good...please."

"you're being such a good boy for me, sangwonnie" you praise softly, leaning down so your breath ghosts over his ear, your voice a gentle purr that anchors him through the intensity and overwhelming feeling. "look at you, staying so still... taking it so beautifully. i love how much you need this. i love how needy you get just from my hands"

"i'm being good, aren't I?," he pants, his chest heaving violently against yours as you lean down, your own skin slick with the transfer of oil. he forces his eyes open, completely glazed, looking up at you with absolute adoration. " please... tell me i'm doing good."

"you're doing perfectly, sweetie," you whisper against his lips, speeding up the slick wet rhythm just a fraction, the heavy squelching sound filling the candlelit room as you guid him steadily towards the edge.

the heavy, wet rhythm of your hand continues to fill the dark room, the sound of the oil squelching against his skin growing louder as his body tightens. sangwon’s hips stuttering upward now, desperately, his breaths coming in short, ragged gasps as he nears the absolute edge.

"i'm—i'm gonna go..." he chokes out, his eyes rolling back, fingers practically tearing at the bedsheets. "baby, please, i can't hold it—"

just as his body is about to get entirely rigid, you clamp your grip tight at the base of his pretty cock and completely stop the movement, holding him suspended right at the brink. sangwon lets out a devastated whining cry, his eyes flying open, completely wide and glazed with confusion and desperate need.

"shh... not yet, sweet boy" you murmur, your voice a calm contrast to his frantic breathing.

with your free hand, you reach down and pull your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. the cool air of the room hits your bare skin, instantly causing your nipples to harden under the dim amber light of the candles. sangwon’s gaze immediately drops to your tits, chest heaving as he stares at you, completely captivated and helpless.

you slide your oil covered hand up his dick, thumb catching the heavy bead of clear, thick pre-cum that was leaking from the top. leaning over him, you press the slick pad of your thumb directly against his lower lip, forcing his mouth open.

"taste how ready you are for me," you whisper gently.

sangwon swallows hard, his tongue darting out eagerly to lick the fluid off your thumb, his dark eyes locking onto yours with nothing but love. "so sweet.. such a sweet boy" you praise softly, wiping the remaining moisture against his cheek. "such a good boy..."

without giving him time to recover, you wrap your hand back around his leaking and flushed cock, fisting him with a firm grip to get the oil moving again. but instead of just using your hand, you lean down further, using your body to take over. you guide his thick, throbbing length up towards your chest, positioning the heavy mushroom head right between your tits.

using both hands to squeeze your tits tightly together, trapping his cock in the deep warm cleavage. your skin was already shiny and slick from the residual oil on your hands and as you begin to press your tits down and slide them up and down his length, the friction is entirely gone, replaced by a tight yet slippery heat.

you maneuvere him deliberately, lifting your chest slightly so that the slick, shiny head of his cock latches and glides directly across your stiff nipples.

a high-pitched, broken sob escapes sangwon’s throat. the feeling of his sensitive head rubbing directly over your hard nipples, coated in a thick layer of warm almond oil, was entirely too much. his head thrashes against the pillow, his neck tendons straining as he tries to look down at the view of his own cock disappearing between your breasts.

"look at what you're doing to me, baby..." you murmur your voice dropping into a low and heavy purr as you rub him relentlessly against your skin. "look how beautifully you fit right here. you're getting me so messy, sangwonnie..."

"it's so soft... god, it's so tight" he whimpers, his hands flying up to hesitantly grip your waist, not to push you away but to try and anchor himself as his hips began to violently roll against your squished tits. the wet, sliding sounds of his cock rubbing over your breasts echoing.

you maintain complete control, maneuvering his slippery cock back and forth, making sure every inch of his shaft is coated in the warmth of your skin and oil before dragging him right back over your nipples, pushing him closer and closer to the climax he had been begging for.

the heavy, wet friction of your breasts hugging his length is driving him entirely out of his mind. sangwon’s hands slick with the transferred oil, grip your waist with a trembling and needy force. his hips are rolling upwards completely against his control, his lower stomach muscles tight and rippling with every frantic movement.

"please," he sobs out, his voice completely broken, his face flushed a dark, beautiful pink under the candlelight. "please, let me cum.? i'll be so good for you, i'll do whatever you want... just please let me finish inside you... i need it so bad."

you let out a low, breathless laugh, deeply reveling in just how unraveled and needy you have made him. you stop the friction against your tits, sliding up his torso until you are straddling his hips completely, your bare thighs framing his waist. you reach down, your hand finding his slick, throbbing cock and guiding the heavy, shiny head right against your cunt.

sangwon’s eyes blow wide, dark and completely dilated with hope. "wha—?"

"shh, i've got you..." you whisper, and before he can gasp out another plea, you sink down slowly, burying his full length inside you in one deep smooth slide.

a loud, high-pitched cry tears from his throat as your tight warmth encases him, his back arching completely off the mattress. to drown out the sound, you lean down and capture his lips in a deep bruising kiss. your tongue slides into his mouth, tasting the remnants of his own pre cum and swallowing his breathless moans as your bodies finally connect.

you don't give him the fast, hard rhythm he is starving for. instead, you keep your hands planted firmly on his chest, anchoring him down as you begin a slow, agonizingly lazy grind. you roll your hips in tight, deliberate circles, shifting your weight so the inside of your dripping pussy squeezes him mercilessly with every slide.

"ah... god, no, please..." sangwon whimpers against your mouth as you finally pull back just enough to look at him. tears of sheer overstimulation are wetting his eyelashes, trailing down his flushed cheeks. "don't do it slowly... please, just fuck me hard. i can't take the grinding, it's too much... it's not enough"

"you can take exactly what i give you, sweet boy" you murmur, your voice a gentle but unyielding command. you lift your hips up, sliding nearly all the way to his tip before dropping back down hard, making him let out a breathless, choked gasp. "tell me how much you like being fucked by me. tell me what a good boy you are.."

"i'm your good boy... i'm your favourite boy" he cries out shamelessly, his submissive nature completely taking over as his head thrashes from side to side on the wet pillow. "your pussy's so fucking tight... it's squeezing me so hard. please... just let me thrust, let me please you."

you lean down, pressing your oily, bare breasts against his chest, the slick friction of your skin connecting as you pick up the pace just a tiny fraction. you keep him entirely trapped beneath you, grinding and teasing his most sensitive spots, making him weep and beg for the release that you are holding just out of his reach.

the slow torturous grind of your hips continues to wring broken noises out of him, the wet, sliding sound of your bodies locked together filling the candlelit room. sangwon’s hands are completely locked onto your thighs now, his knuckles white as he tries to find some leverage, his entire lower half trembling under the absolute weight of your control.

you pause your movement for a fraction of a second, staying buried deeply inside, and lean forward until your chest brushes his. you look down at his ruined, tear stained face with a slow, amused smile, your gaze full of an affectionate yet condescending warmth.

"look at you..." you murmur, your voice dropping to a low, mocking purr that makes his ears instantly turn a violent shade of red. "you're a total mess, sangwonnie. crying, begging, shaking beneath me..."

you shift your hips just an inch, a tiny, lazy roll that makes his stomach muscles instantly contract.

"and you're here begging me so prettily, so nicely to let you cum" you whisper, leaning in closer until your lips are almost brushing his ear, your breath hot against his skin. "but tell me, sweet boy... what about me? are you actually going to make me cum tonight? are you going to make me feel good, too?"

sangwon lets out a choked and desperate whine, his head thrashing against the pillow as the sheer weight of the question hits him. "i—i want to" he sobs out, his voice breathless and an octave-high. "i want to make you feel so good, baby, please... i promise i will."

you let out a soft, condescending chuckle, your hand coming up to lazily cup his flushed, wet cheek, your thumb wiping away a stray tear. "how can you make me feel good when you can barely even handle me sitting still on you? you're so weak for me, baby...you're so close to blowing your load in my pussy just from me looking at you.."

"no... no, i can do it" he whimpers, his eyes fluttering open, completely glazed and desperate to please you, looking up at you wide-eyed . "you know I always do... tell me what to do. let me please you. i'll hold it in for as long as you want, i swear, just tell me how to make you cum"

you drag your fingernails lightly down his chest, watching the goosebumps immediately break out over his slick skin. the power dynamic in the room is entirely yours, and you revel in the way he hangs onto every single word, dependent on your validation.

"you really think you have the control for that?" you tease softly, dropping your hips down hard, bottoming out against him suddenly that forces a loud shattered gasp from his lips. "you're just my good little boy, aren't you? you don't get to decide when we're done. you're going to lie there and let me use this pretty little cock of yours until i've had my fun."

"yes.. yes, please, use me," he cries out shamelessly, his hips give a desperate and weak twitch upward, as he weeps into the mattress. "make yourself feel good... just don't stop."

sangwon is entirely unraveled beneath you, his upper body shaking so violently that the headboard rattles weakly against the wall. you keep your weight planted firmly over his thighs, holding him captive as you slowly drag yourself up and down his length again, halting completely every single time his hips try to wrench upwards to chase a release.

"please baby... please, i can't... i'm gonna die" he sobs, his voice dropping into a ragged broken plea. tears stream down his temples into his blond hair, and a thin silver thread of drool leaks from the corner of his parted lips, dripping onto the wet pillowcase. he has completely lost all pride, his head thrashing from side to side in pure, agonizing overstimulation. "let me cum inside you... let me put it in your pussy, please.... let me..."

you wrap your hand tightly around the very base of his cock where it disappears into your hole, squeezing hard to keep the blood trapped at the now swollen purple head.

"you want to fill me up so bad, sangwonnie?" you murmur condescendingly against his lips, your thumb lazily wiping the drool from his chin. "look at what a pathetic little mess you are for me. crying and begging so prettily..."

"yes... yes, please, i'm your pretty boy" he weeps shamelessly, his eyes rolled back so far you can only see the whites, his entire lower half spasming automatically against your thighs. "please, baby... now, now."

you give him one last brutal tease, pulling almost completely out until only the shiny, dripping head is resting at your entrance, holding him suspended over the cliff for three long agonizing heartbeats until his chest heaves in a silent suffocating gasp.

"good boy" you finally whisper, the permission cutting through the quiet room like a blade. "do it. fill up this pussy"

you drop your hips down hard, bottoming out against him in one deep ruthless slide. the sudden crushing warm grip of your gummy walls is the final trigger his body can't withstand. sangwon lets out a shaky moan that dies out into a choked gasp as his body goes entirely rigid beneath you.

his toes curl violently, his fingers clawing into the mattress as his hips lock in a high arched bridge. deep inside you, his cock begins to throb violently, pulsing with a wild uncontrollable force. huge, thick waves of hot seed erupt from his length, instantly flooding your pussy with his heat. you can feel the heavy spurts filling you up to the brim, the intense warmth spreading deep within your core as his internal muscles clamp down in a pathetic and endless release.

"ah... god, baby... look how much... look how much i'm giving you" he pants breathlessly, his voice a thinned out whisper as his hips shudder and twitch automatically, trying to force every single remaining drop deep inside you.

yunah just rolls her eyes and replies, “why’re you so whipped for him? i mean— i get he’s cute ‘n allat, but he’s so oblivious!”

“that’s what makes him cuter!” you exclaim, sighing as you open the door to the café. there he was. your boyfriend who didn’t know he was your boyfriend yet.

he’s getting someones order— a girl. it makes you slightly jealous but then, he locks eyes with you and he smiles, giving a wave. you light up and wave back.

“you look like an absolute dork.” yunah mutters out, dragging you to the line.

once you’re in front of him, you just stare.

his hair, his eyes, those lips, his baby face—

“hey, y/n.”

his soft voice snaps you out of your little observation.

“sangwon.” you say back, smiling at him. he smiles back, already putting in your order on the ipad. “the usual, right?” sangwon asks, looking at you again.

you nod, unable to hide the blush on your face. yunah watches you two, a silent scoff escaping her lips. when you two sit down, she slams the table, making a few people look over.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion. “he’s so into you!” yunah yell-whispers at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“i wish.” you say flatly. “you are the dumbest person i know.” she says, rubbing her temple with two fingers. “he looks at you the same way you look at him!”

you pout and say, “don’t get my hopes up.” then, sangwon comes up behind you, yunah looking at him, and before you could turn your head to look at what she was looking at, sangwon kisses your cheek.

you froze, turning red as a tomato as he places your drink down on the table along with another one. sangwon walks away and you hesitantly take the drinks and there’s a note on yours it had his number on it and some words. it read; “y/n, be mine?”

on the other drink was a note that said, “another one on the house since i know you love this drink.” you glance at where he went and he’s already staring at you, smiling.

you smile back and nod. then, you get up and walk to him, hugging him. sangwon happily hugs you back, burying his face in your hair.

the scene earns some looks from his co-worker, mostly leo who was squealing with anxin. “i thought you were clueless.” you mumble into his chest.

“You think you’re sneaky huh?”

You haven’t even noticed it. The way you are staring at him checking himself out in the mirror.

“I’m sorry?” You apologise. Your voice sounding much weaker than you want it too. Unsteady, shaking almost, but your eyes are still on him, even if it is just through that mirror.

“Don’t worry, y/n. I like when you look at me like that.” Sangwon speaks with a cockiness in his voice that only an idol, a celebrity could have. It is annoying, so annoying that your anger overshadows your embarrassment.

“Excuse me?”, you ask again, much more confident now as you watch the blonde haired singer stand up, suddenly hovering over you.

“You know what I mean. Like this.” He looks you up and down with no shame, eyes remaining on your lips for a second too long before he adds: “like you want to fuck me.”

His hands comfortably rest on his hips, just as his smile rests on his face. That fucking smile. He isn’t just trying to tease you, he is making fun of you. Fun of the fact that you don’t say anything back immediately. His words hit you like a truck, like lightning from above and you feel the heat rising to your cheeks. It pains you even more to realise that he could see you blushing because of his words and you don’t want to give him that.

He is not wrong. You have watched him for quite some time now, ever since you were assigned to work with his group a few weeks ago. How could you not? Lee Sangwon is fucking gorgeous. The dangerous cross between soft and pretty and absolutely fucked up - sexy. Oh yes, you have pictured him between your legs before, always telling yourself it’s normal, no harm.

With quick steps, you turn around now, your fingers fumbling with the makeup brushes in your hand, desperately trying to find something to hold onto. You feel exposed, as if he is reading your mind at the very moment and seeing all those forbidden thoughts you’ve been having.

Before you reach the door, his voice sounds again: “See you tomorrow at the dorm, y/n.”, he speaks as if he has already forgotten about all of this earlier.

The next day comes sooner than it should have and you find yourself standing inside of Alphadriveone’s door. You’re not the only stylist, luckily. And you’re already begging for someone else to get assigned to work with Sangwon that day. You secretly even hope you will never have to work with Sangwon again, ever. His voice, his words are still replaying inside of your head. The way they just rolled over his tongue yesterday as if it’s nothing to him. No shame.

“Y/n.” For a moment, you’re sure you’re hallucinating, but then you see him, leaning against his doorframe, the door to his own room.

“Y/n can do my makeup in my room today. The other dressing rooms are all full.”

You feel your heart sinking to your stomach and you ask yourself if Sangwon is actively trying to punish you for the thoughts you’ve been having.

You wish for the possibility that he is just trying to move past moment and there is nothing else you could do anyway. He is in charge, he is the idol.

Your coworker gently pushes you towards his room, whispering a “what are you doing? Go!”, into your back as you move towards him slowly.

His hair is still wet from the shower, and the grin is also back on his lips. Those plump, soft lips.

He has his arms crossed, two fingers tugging on his lower lips as he looks you up and down once again before letting him into his neat room.

“Close the door behind you,” he orders and you obey without hesitation and get to work right away. After placing your equipment on the ground, you start by prepping his face. Your fingers run gentle circles over his soft skin, patting in the toner while his eyes remain close. Good, you think. This way he can’t catch a glimpse of you catching glimpses of his beautiful face. He’d be flawless, if it weren’t for his arrogance.

You wait for a bit for the toner to absorb and that’s when you notice it, his hand. The movements.

“You know”, Sangwon whispers, his voice deep and taunting. “Us guys, we can’t help it sometimes. We simply wake up like this.”. He is referring to the rock-hard boner pressing against the fabric of his pants. You can see its outlines as clearly as if it was already out. His hand was tugged in between his skin and his pants now, softly stroking his length and when you finally look up again, you see him staring at your through the mirror.

His lips are slightly parted, tongue gliding over his lower one as he focuses his gaze on you, increasing the speed in which he is stroking his own cock.

You are entirely out of words but there isn’t anything you’d have to say. This is an entirely inappropriate situation and you know it, you should even report it but how could you when you’re already feeling your legs tingling and drops of your own juices fleeing onto your slip. Your eyes keep wandering up and down between his eyes and his hand jerking himself off at a fast pace now, soft moans finally escaping his lips.

You can’t help but press your legs together unconsciously, rubbing them together for at least some kind of friction and release.

You want to do the same: slip a hand between your legs right now. You need it, you need him, right now but before you are able to touch yourself, he stops you with his other hand.

“No. You like to look at me, to watch, isn’t that right, y/n? So you’re going to watch.”

That’s when he finally pulls out his throbbing cock underneath his pants, without bothering to take them off. His pink tip is leaking precum and he spreads it all over his cock as he strokes it.

Fuck, even his fucking dick is beautiful!, you think to yourself.

You can’t help but bite your lip at this point. You wouldn’t even care if you’d bite it until it would bleed, that’s how badly you need to release the pressure between your legs.

You want to beg him. You want to sit right down on that, but all you could do was stare at him. Stare at the way he is leaning back on his chair as his chest rises and falls heavily.

His head is slightly tilted to his right now, to where you are standing as he looks up at you through his long lashes. He fucks his cock into his hand now, hips buckling up just to show you how he would be thrusting into you.

“I said you’re not allowed to touch yourself. I didn’t say you’re not allowed to speak. Speak Y/n! Tell me how badly you want to fuck me, admit it. And maybe I’ll let you.” Once again, you’re stunned by his level of confidence and his exact knowledge of your thoughts. You’re still frozen in your steps, but your mouth isn’t and you finally let out what you’ve always wanted to tell him:

“Fuck, yes”, you begin. “You know you’re fucking art, Lee Sangwon.”

“That’s not what I want to hear.”, he grunts now through gritted teeth. You struggle at first, but your need for release is bigger. Still, you hesitate.

“If I’m going to cum on my fucking shirt, then that offer is off the table for once and for all, Y/n. Say the fucking words.” Sangwon looks like the devil now. There’s no better ways to put it. The way his eyes have darkened and he stares at you with lust and hunger, ready to devour every single piece of you until you’re ruined for any other man.

“I want to fuck you, Lee Sangwon. I want you inside of me, fuck! I’ve wanted it for so long.” You can’t believe it at first when you hear yourself say those nasty words, but they only make the wetness between your legs that much unbearable.

Sangwon snickers now, his hand finally letting go off his dick and he takes a deep breath. Your heart is beating so fast now, you’re starting to worry, but you’re still staring at him in anticipation, anxious about what he would do next.

There is a moment of silence between the two of you now and you can be certain, he’s making you wait on purpose.

But even Sangwon doesn’t possess such a level of discipline.

“Sit on it.”, he demands.

“Leave the dress on and sit on it.”

You’re embarrassed by how easily you follow his orders because the next thing you know, you’re standing in front of him, ready to sit down when he stops you yet again.

“No, turn around. I want you to look at yourself in the mirror when you bounce on my cock, Y/n.”

He is insane, you think to yourself. He is absolutely, disgustingly insane and you love it.

A grin sneaks onto your lips before you could even notice it and when you do, Sangwon has seen it long before.

He chuckles even. “I knew you’re just as fucked up as I am. I think I’m in love.”, he jokes as he wraps his arms around your torso after you turned around, pulling you onto his lap, his cock now resting between your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet, Y/n. You know I’d rather eat the fuck out of you right now, but since you just expressed how badly you want me inside your little cunt, who am I to deny you that wish.” He chuckles again, clearly teasing you and you let him, even when you never let anyone do that. Not even your previous partners.

“Just shut up, Lee Sangwon.”, your grunt in attempt to at least regain a grasp of control and he lets you have it for a moment.

You feel his length right there and you can’t help but grind yourself along it with your underwear still on.

Pathetic, you admitted but that alone feels like nothing you ever felt before. Moans escape your lips before you could step them as your rub swollen clit against the tip of his cock, leaving him to groan against your ear. Sangwon isn’t ashamed of any noises he was making. If anything, he is almost louder than you.

His lips are pressing kisses against your neck, a trail wandering down to your cleavage and up again until they’re met with yours. You kiss him like you’ve been starving for him and you have and he has too. His kisses are sloppy, all tongue and sucking and you start matching the speed in which you’re grinding yourself against him to them.

Your underwear is completely soaked now and so is his cock with your juices leaking all over it.

That’s when you can’t stop yourself anymore. You’re too far gone.

You lift yourself from his lap just enough for when you finally grab his cock with your hand, you only need to guide it past your slip right into your entrance. Your juices work like the most delicious and best lube, but you still feel like he’s splitting you in half as you guide him further inside of you, your walls sucking him in.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”, Sangwon can’t help but groan and squeeze his eyes shut for a moment.

“Even tighter than expected.”

“So you have been thinking about fucking me too?”, you attempt to tease him back but your shaky voice is betraying you. Your face is still turned towards him, your lips almost on his but you’re looking into his eyes now and he’s looking back, now that he’s opened them again.

He is grinning, as always.

“Ever since you started working for us”, he answers truthfully and steals yet another kiss.

“Now look.” His finger is pointing in front of you and him, to the mirror and when you follow it, you see yourself.

Your hair is messy from the makeout session, the neckline of your dress and your bra pulled down so your tits are out, nipples hard, cupped by the idol’s soft hands. You’re sitting on his cock, fully now, all the way down and Sangwon is right behind you, triumphant grin on his face.

You could cum just by looking at that. This view, you could certainly never forget. You almost forget to move for a second, just because you are admiring yourself and him behind you so much.

And then you feel him moving, starting to trust into you from underneath, already hitting that ever so sweet spot inside of you.

You start to frown, jaw dropping and you throw your head back. The feeling is unbearable, exhilarating. You start meeting him, bouncing up and down on his rock-hard dick while still watching yourself, watching the way your tits jiggle and Sangwon watches you too.

His hands are now on your hips, guiding you up and down on his length as you place your head on the desk in front of you. Your movements start to shake the entire thing, so much that some of the makeup falls down.

He’s fucking into you hard now. Not fast, not drilling. Hard and slow and you try your best not to scream. It doesn’t hurt and you feel you want more.

“Faster.. Sangwon..ah.”, you whimper between gasps for air.

“If you want to go faster, go faster.”, he groans behind you and you do as you’re told.

Supporting your weight using your hands on the table you start to ride him properly now, bouncing in his cock, then sitting down on it all the way as you let your hips circle and feel his tip penetrating your g-spot. At this point you don’t care about your coworkers anymore. In fact, you haven’t thought about them ever since you entered Sangwon’s room earlier.

The sloppy sounds of his bare cock sliding in and out of your pussy that is still oozing the sweet nectar the idol is so eager to taste start mixing with your shared moans and whimpers and fill up the entire room but you go even faster, adding the sound of skin hitting against skin.

And now you see the appeal behind watching yourself in the mirror and finally start to understand a bit why Sangwon always does it. You feel both extremely dirty and proud as you watch your fucked out face in the mirror. You look like a porn star. Your hair is falling out of your bun, your tits are bouncing up and down and you’re a whimpering, whining mess by now but Sangwon isn’t doing that much better.

Only that he still looks incredibly flawless. He could shoot a magazine cover like this.

“That’s right, y/n. Keep looking at yourself riding me like that. Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like that.”, he praises, barely able to hold himself back anymore but for now he lets you decide the speed.

It’s not long until you feel your high chasing you and you are already questioning the idol’s stamina until you hear his moans growing louder and more desperate as well.

You want to last longer than him, just for your pride that he has taken from you, but when Sangwon sneaks a hand in front, right between your legs and starts wildly rubbing your clit, you know it’s over.

You throw yourself back against his chest and desperately attempt to continue to ride him like you promised, but your legs are already shaking. Sangwon, now desperate to chase his own high, finally doesn’t hold back anymore. He wraps his arms around you, holding you up a little before he starts pumping his cock inside of you with no mercy, doubling in speed. “Fuck!” You scream out loud.

“Fuck, Look at you, Y/n. So fucking sexy, when you cum for me.” He whispers in your ear, moans still leaving his lips in between his words. He’s buckling his hips up like a drill now and watches as you’re falling into him with no self control left. High pitch moans escaping you without any warning.

“I’m gonna— ah, Sangwonah! Fuck, just like that”. Even a tear escapes your eye, that’s how intense he is fucking into you and you can’t wrap around how he hasn’t reached his own climax yet. All you know is you’re too far gone to hold back on yours and all you feel when the most intense wave of orgasm roll over you, is the way your entire body is giving out and is only held by Sangwon who pushes two, three more thrusts into you before you feel shoots of cum coating your walls.

You’re half lying on the chair now, the both of you. Breathing heavily, sweating and feeling the way Sangwon’s cum is slowly dripping past your folds onto the ground. Your body feels on fire and so does his. Your walls were still squeezing him tightly, now even more than before, milking him dry of any more cum he has to give. It’s so intense, he has to pull out of you, causing even more cum to seep out of your sensitive pussy.

When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is, again, yourself. You look like a mess, but you can’t help but smile, unbelieving of what just happened. The first thing you do is pull up the neckline of your dress, just to cover your breasts. Then you try to get up, but your legs betray you, so you immediately fall back onto Sangwon’s lap.

The idol laughs much calmer now. He almost seems exhausted himself.

“Careful”, he speaks in a soft tone, one arm still wrapped around your body.

“We have to get you ready! We’re already too late.”

You turn towards him now, pointing at the watch on your wrist and Sangwon furrows his eyebrows right away.

“You’re seriously thinking about work now?”, he asks unbelieving and you nod.

“Yes, of course. You’re not?”

“No”, he answers.

one of your favorite dates to go on were bookstore dates. both you and your boyfriend were avid readers, though genres and preference was where you truly differed. while sangwon enjoyed reading books about self help and prose, you enjoyed being consumed into a world of myths and fairy tales. 

this particular bookstore was one you frequently visit, the warm, orange lights providing a familiar comfort as you walked through the door. a shelf of new releases and discounted books were placed right in the middle, making you stop for a moment to skim through the fresh titles.

sangwon was peering behind you, looking at the shelves on the far end. with a light tap on your shoulder, he said, “i’m gonna go to the left aisle, okay?” 

letting out a simple mhm, you leaned up to place a quick kiss on his cheek before he left, returning your focus on the table and completely missing your boyfriend’s flustered expression.

deciding to pick up one of the romance books from the pile, you made a beeline towards your favorite aisle: the fantasy aisle. and conveniently enough, it was right next to the ya section, so you thankfully didn’t have to walk across the bookstore to find the books that you wanted. you had two titles in mind that you wanted to purchase, wings of starlight and the night circus. though, you had already gone off your shopping list, what with ann liang’s newest rom-com being held in your hand.  

once you had found the two books you were looking for, it took everything in you to not purchase a special collectors edition of one of your favorite trilogy’s of all time. and so there you stood, contemplating for the past five minutes on whether or not you should harm your wallet or turn away and find sangwon before consumerism got to you. 

giving in to temptation, you were going to reach for the beautiful hardcover book when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, eliciting a small yelp from you. 

“sangwon!” you hit your boyfriend's arm with your small stack of books. “do not scare me like that!”

at the sound of his pleased laughter, you let out a small huff before turning around in his hold. he was grinning from ear to ear, his hair falling perfectly as he tilted his head, eyes so full of love. if you hadn’t felt like your soul nearly left your body, you would have brushed aside his prank. 

at the sight of your adorable pout, sangwon started peppering small kisses across your face. “did i ever tell you that you look so cute when you’re like this?”

you held a hard gaze at him. “you mean pissed off and ready to pull your hair out?”

“yes,” he smiled innocently. “though, i think, you like my hair far too much to pulling at the roots.”

“don’t challenge me.” you told him pointedly. 

sangwon smiled and looked at the shelf of books you were contemplating at. “were you planning to spend your money on an overpriced hardcover?” he raised his brows. 

“sangwon, it has painted edges and special art of the characters inside.” you tried to justify. “and besides, just look at the cover.” 

“it is nice.” he eventually nodded. 

“exactly. and i love myself, so i’m gonna buy it.” you say, grabbing the book from the top shelf. 

at the sight of you pushing yourself to stand on the tips of your toes, sangwon easily grabbed the book, handing it over to you. “do you love yourself more than the stability of your wallet?” 

squinting your eyes at him, you snatched the book from his hand and started to make your way towards the counter. it was only then did you notice the light drizzle and dark clouds outside the window. 

widening your eyes, you turned around and looked at sangwon, the slight panic clear in your eyes. “i didn’t bring an umbrella! sangwon, what do i do?” 

“no need to panic,” he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “we’ll just share mine.” 

a sense of relief slowed down your racing heartbeat. at least you wouldn’t be completely drenched in the rain, which was currently rushing down harder into the ground as time passed. 

the two of you quickly paid for your books (well, more like sangwon paid for your books, even though he was complaining about the high price of the hardback just moments ago) and left the bookstore, staying under the cover of the roof while you opened sangwon’s umbrella. 

“here, let me hold it.” sangwon offered. 

you shook your head lightly, smiling at the kind gesture. “sangwon, you’re already holding seven books in your bag. i’d be glad to hold the umbrella for us.” 

using your free hand to hold his, you held the umbrella above the two of you and started walking away from the bookstore. once you had left the cover of the roof, the rain started splattering on your umbrella, sliding down the fabric as light droplets came in contact with your shoes and legs. 

as the two of you walked under the gloomy weather, sangwon dipped his head down to place a kiss on the top of your head. you looked up to smile at him and the two of you continued walking back home. 

a/n: sorry i haven't been posting any new writing guys, i was sick for a week n now i'm bleeding a niagara falls worth of blood 😭😭 but we persist! remember, feel free to send in any requests!

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