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“No. Nuh uh. Nope. HELL NAH. Nope.”

You’re about to rip your hair out from how boring your night is progressing, but you don’t feel like going out either. Who has the energy to frickin commute just to ogle hot guys downtown in 3 degrees Celsius? You can still ogle them from the comfort of your own bed, while pantless for that matter, in case something strikes your fancy juuust right.

Thus the swipe galore on the app reserved to entertain you on nights like this.

You have no intention of inviting someone over or meeting them out. All you seek is a bit of an ego boost over your hottest body shots, a bit of sexting to get the juices literally flowing, and the second you finish, adios motherfucker. The first few matches are predictably a bust. No one even has the courtesy of building up to it anymore, straight up cannonballing into “Nudes?” 

But amidst the ocean of dick pics and gymbro thirst traps, an eccentric profile stands out like a sore thumb with a dumpling picture as the avatar.

googlehwangouts (26) just trying my luck

“Pfft, loser,” you snort to yourself. 

You click on the profile to check him out, and the only thing missing is the literal word “DESPERATION” slapped in there somewhere. Either this guy is a legit virgin, or someone out there is trolling people in the name of a “social experiment”. HOWEVER…

Loser or not, the dude’s personal gallery also stands out, but it’s a different kind of standout. A really striking one, which is a bit sus. 

You swipe right and send him a message.

me no way these pics are yours poser googlehwangouts ?? hello to you too why would i put someone else on my profile me google catfishing hwangouts googlehwangouts wait are you saying people might use my pics? youre not gonna do that are you??? thats very mean

“OH MY GOD, IS THIS GUY FOR REAL?” you yell to yourself in your bedroom, appalled at the answers you’re receiving. That’s too corny to be fake, but also way too clueless to be real.

me ofc not tell u what if you snap a pic of yourself rn i’ll believe it’s you googlehwangouts [img_0320.jpeg]

NAH.

This has to be a troll. Now you’re even more conflicted because Hangouts guy matches the pictures perfectly, and he is FUCKING GORGEOUS even in Netflix-and-Chill couture. Reclining on his bed, one arm tucked under his nape, he looks insanely tempting, and you’re supposed to believe no one’s bouncing on it all day every day, like…?

THIS man is trying his luck?

googlehwangouts your turn

There is a decision to be made here now. 

You’re really not in the mood to entertain a troll, but on the off chance that he’s legit, this is a golden opportunity. A super cute, hot as fuck, desperate-for-action guy might be waiting for you on the other side, ready to get his brain fried. Despite your better judgement, your curiosity wins the race against logic by the narrowest of margins, and you find yourself snapping a picture of your pussy, making sure the lighting captures enough gloss. Then you hit Send and eagerly await his reaction.

And lo and behold…

googlehwangouts hahahahaireallywannafuckyouhahahaha

You’re dying laughing because in your head, he is ACTUALLY kicking his feet in his bed and hahahaing right now. You can’t believe the direction your night is taking, but you have to see this in person.

me wanna meet up?

Well, at least you had all the intention to until technology suddenly decided to go, “Bitch, sit your ass down.”

Error: Can’t connect.

Oh no.

You try sending the message again and again, but it won’t go through. You click on his profile, but it doesn’t open. You quit the app and log back in as a Hail Mary, and at long fucking last—

The chat is completely gone.

OH NO.

“The guy’s name... What was the guy’s name?!” you frantically ask yourself as if the app has a search feature, on the verge of angry tears. “Well, thank you internet for ruining yet another fucking Saturday!!!”

Overall, 12/10 night, huh? 

On the frustration scale, that is.

Struggling noises are coming out of you as you walk into the library with a shelf’s worth of books, questioning how come a digital version for every book in existence is still not yet available. The stack in your arms is so high that you can’t even see two centimeters ahead, and you try your best to map your route from memory.

“Alright, Gerda. Here are your overdue books back, so please stop spamming my inbox,” you slam the miniature Pisa tower on the counter. “How much do I owe?”

“$22.50.”

NAH.

No, it’s not the egregious amount of late fees you have to pay; it’s who you’re going to pay it to that parts your lips open, and you briefly consider the possibility of thesis-prep-induced psychosis. The same big glasses, the same chain necklace, the same full lips are right there before you, and the name tag says Hwang Hyunjin.

It’s fucking Hangouts guy!

Are you drooling? You’re probably drooling. 

“Is there something on my face?” he asks, not sarcastically at all.

YEAH THE LACK OF MY PUSSY??? is almost what you blurt out, but thankfully, your “functional society member” autopilot activates just at the right time to save you from a lifetime of embarrassment. 

“HUH? No, not at all,” you shake your head and reach for your wallet. 

As he processes the payment, you start examining him, maybe a bit too intensely, getting slightly mad at his out-of-this-world looks. Who the absolute FUCK looks like this? WHY is he “just trying his luck” in horny corners of the internet? Sure, he has a much more wholesome aura to him compared to the raging frat bros dominating the campus, but if he asks right now, you’ll still probably be down to suck his dick, like, is he not aware of how gorgeous he is?  

When he gives you your receipt, your hands touch for the briefest moment, and you kinda get your answer. 

He instantly turns beet red. 

Fact tally—this guy is ridiculously hot, extremely shy, desperate enough to lurk on hookup apps for some action, but with a fucking dumpling picture instead of his million-dollar face, which makes him look like a badly made fake profile…

JACK—FUCKING—POT!

“Just so you know, the app glitched the other night. I didn’t quit the conversation,” you knowingly tell him in a hushed tone. “Do you still really wanna fuck me, Hwangouts?” 

Oh, it’s confirmation galore when his face changes like he’s witnessing a brutal car crash. There is absolutely no room for doubt that you were talking to him the other night, and he’s so fucking cute that you have to exert massive effort to suppress the cuteness aggression noises that’s otherwise going to come out of you. 

The pornhub in your mind is hyperactive, already putting him in all kinds of scenarios, all ending with you blowing his mind. He definitely has star student potential for pussy eating tutoring, so eager, so ready to please. Oh, he’d be so cute cumming all over his fist. Does he blush after he cums, too? Is he the clingy-after-sex kind? Because you’d so kiss those cheeks and let him climb you like a koala bear and just hhhhnnngghhhh…

“Hyunjin, can you come to the back for a second?!” Gerda calls out to him, effectively shattering your horny delusions.

“This isn’t over,” you whisper to him with a crooked smile, and while leaving his chair, Hyunjin almost topples over himself, unable to peel his eyes off of you like he’s in a trance.

When you leave the circulation desk that day, your Hyunsession officially kicks off. 

Sure, you could just directly ask him out, and if his general demeanor is any indication, he’ll say yes in a heartbeat, but where’s the fun in that? Changing a touch-starved man’s life is not something to be rushed; you fully intend to savor every single moment of this experience. 

No more overdue books for you. You’re at the library every day.

You set up camp there under the guise of doing thesis work, whereas all you do is watch Hwangouts do smart shit like it’s your bespoke red flag porn. The last you checked, you didn’t have a nerd fetish or anything, but this dumpling has definitely given you one, and you don’t really understand what it exactly is. Yes, he’s really cute, but that’s not the part that gives you Victorian levels of hysteria. It’s when he tutors people, says big words, and does quick math that a tear runs down your thighs for some reason.

Part of your daily routine is checking out different books regardless of how relevant they are to your research, as well as Hyunjin from head to toe. You always make sure your hands touch when you take the books from him, and watching him turn into a ripe tomato every time without fail pushes you closer and closer to losing your shit entirely. But you don’t talk. You never initiate a conversation. 

It’s called edging, okay?

You just smile at him during your brief interactions, watching him swallow thickly as if you’re reciting the steamiest smut into his ear, and if he could look you in the eye, he would know. There are things he definitely notices, though, but only because they aren’t anywhere near your face. 

The cute bras you wear, for example. 

He thinks he’s being subtle peeking at your cleavage every time you lean into the desk, but he’s so not subtle, always shifting in his place to seemingly fix something under that counter, or suddenly sweating when he meets your eyes like he’s busted stealing. Well, because he is. 

He steals so many glances that it’s at kleptomaniac levels at this point. 

The thing is, when you drop stuff in his line of sight, or when you let slip tiny moans while heaving deep sighs, it’s all deliberate. You do it on purpose, fully aware of what kind of an effect it will have on him. Whereas Hyunjin is doing something, and you’re almost positive he doesn’t even make the connection in his head.

Motherfucker has no idea what that lollipop he constantly has in his mouth is doing to you, and one fateful night, you naturally fucking snap.

“Hi.”

Hyunjin stares at you for a good five seconds as he determines if he’s hallucinating the sound of your voice. When you softly chuckle at his aghast expression, he concludes that he has died and that his assigned angel is on welcome duty.

Wild assumption that he would end up in heaven when he constantly motorboats the cute bra girl in his head, but you get the idea.

“H–Hi,” he responds almost with no sound.

“There is a book I want on the 13th floor, but I can’t reach it,” you put your elbows on the desk and lean in. “Can you help me?”

He can’t fucking help it, okay?! They are right there in his face, perfectly framed for that matter, and as an incorrigible art whore, he’s conditioned to appreciate fine work.

“Sure,” he stands up to his feet, making sure he ties his flannel shirt around his waist first. 

He follows you to the elevator, and the ride upstairs is so suffocatingly silent that you can almost hear yourself squeal. Obviously, there is a reason you’ve picked this floor. One, it’s emptier than what his balls will be like quite soon, and two, there is a shelf here that is of great strategic importance. 

HQ306.7.

“There,” you point at the top shelf.

Hyunjin pulls the book for you, and of course checks what you are so interested in so close to midnight in the Sexual Relations section. He furiously blushes when he sees the title reads Kama Sutra: The Complete Collection. 

“Here,” he hands you the book while looking at his shoes. “It’s a great read.”

You have to bite inside your cheeks not to burst out laughing. Of course he has read it, fucking munchkin, why are you even surprised?

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you ask out of nowhere, paying zero mind to making a smooth segue, and Hyunjin damn near catches on fire. 

“W–WHY? Why— I’m— Ask— My— Why?”

HE’S SO CUTE WHAT THE FUCK?!

“I was just curious if you had someone to practice this with,” you nonchalantly shrug, expertly contradicting your violent inner meltdown. “It’s kinda insane to me that your dick still hasn’t eroded from getting so much head.”

It’s a fascinating phenomenon. You just stare at his cock, and it gets hard. Well, hard might not be the correct word because those jeans are about to go bye-bye.  

And the way his eyes go out of focus, he’s clearly imagining it!

“I… don’t,” he finally answers in a small voice.

If he keeps being this sweet, you’re gonna sink your teeth into him. You’re gonna lick him to depletion like the lollipops he loves so much. You’re gonna gobble him up in one bite. He needs to cut it out immediately!

“So you’re telling me,” you take one step towards him, voice one octave lower, and ghost your hand over his crotch, “there’s no one to suck this every night?”

His eyes widen like you’ve just committed an unspeakable abomination, and that much is enough answer for you. You take one more step, getting close enough to him to feel the seizure-worthy fever he exudes, and his eyes close on their own.

“N–No,” he responds in an exhale. 

“How long can you last if I sit on it?”

“I… can’t…”

“Or would you cum as soon as I touch you?”

“Please…”

“Or maybe you’re so pathetic,” you gently push him against the shelf, your hand sneaking around his throat, “that I can make you cum just with my words.”

“You’re s–so mean. Fuck…”

“Then why are you this hard for me?” you whisper against his lips. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

He can’t talk. He barely remembers how to breathe when you unzip him. Those few seconds feel like hours to both of you, but it’s so satisfying in some sick, twisted way. You’re a bit confused when you wrap your fingers around him, but when you take his cock out, you’re full-on dumbfounded.

Because what in the fucking Chernobyl?!

“You’re huge!” your jaw inadvertently drops.

“R–Really?” he looks at you in confusion.

“You’re fucking with me, right?” you protest, all exasperated. “Have you not seen any porn at all?”

“I mostly watch pussy closeups,” he replies, genuinely not understanding why you’re reacting like this.

“Pussy closeups,” you repeat, chuckling to yourself. “That’s just so you.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means your lips are so sexy, I think I’m gonna die if I don’t feel them on my pussy,” you swipe your thumb on his bottom lip and drag it down.

It comes as a very pleasant surprise when Hyunjin takes your finger in his mouth and sucks on it. You take his hand and put it under your skirt. He shivers for the briefest moment, but then he suddenly… 

…turns into something.

He quickly pulls you in and switches places with you, trapping you between the shelf and himself. You wait for him to kiss you, but it never comes. You watch him kneel before you instead. He drags your panties down, looking up at you with gigantic eyes, and you fervently nod in response to encourage him. He lets out a comically heavy exhale, in disbelief that he’s actually facing a very real pussy like he’s hypnotized. 

“Kiss it,” you order him quietly.

He holds onto your hips for support, then buries his face in your cunt. You told him to kiss to mean a tender peck, but when he starts making out with your clit unprompted, you make a mental note to call the psych ward to make a reservation. 

Turns out, video training is real, and all those pussy closeups are coming in very handy right now.

“Oh my—god, Hyunjin…” you throw your head back, getting weaker and weaker in the knees.

You hold his head in place and start riding his face, and he just surrenders to you to let you use him however you want. He’s so obedient, so dangerously obedient that possessiveness suddenly rears its ugly head within you. You’ve claimed him. He’s yours now. If anyone wants a Hyunjin, they need to fucking go find their own because this smart cookie is you-parking-only from now on.

You spread your lips more, and he immediately latches onto your clit, happily humming as he sucks on it. You’re about to go crazy, completely melting in his mouth. Your eyes flutter close on their own with how lost you are in ecstasy, but out of nowhere, he squeezes your hips like he’s trying to say, “Look at me. Pay attention to me.”

He wants you to watch him. 

Of course. Of course you’ll look at him. You’ll look at his impossibly gorgeous face. You’ll look into those soft brown eyes. You’ll look right at the spot his tongue connects to your core and licks your sanity out of you.

You’ll look right into his soul when he makes you cum. 

“Good?” he asks through a loud slurp. “Am I doing good?”

“You’re doing fucking incredible,” you sigh, running your fingers through his silky locks.

His happy eating doesn’t last long. The fervent licks come to an abrupt halt, and he looks like he’s in mild pain.

“What’s wrong?” you furrow your brows with concern.

“If I keep doing it… I’m gonna cum,” he confesses.

“You can’t be serious.”

“Just… a few seconds,” he rests his head on your thighs. “Until I calm down.”

But you don’t let him calm down. You tap his shoulders instead and pull him up. You caress his face. You kiss his lips. But when you touch his cock, he jolts like he’s been electrocuted.

“You don't understand,” he squeezes his eyes shut. “I’m really gonna—”

“Cum, I know,” you reassuringly smile at him. “If you promise to clean up your mess, you can do it inside me.”

You turn around and arch your ass for him, and that something he has turned into reaches its final form. You can swear you’ve heard a little growl come out of him. All he does is press his tip against your sodden entrance, but he’s already breathing heavily behind you. He takes forever to fully sink into you, extremely vigilant not to do any sudden moves, because otherwise…

All that carefulness, yet you still feel like you’re being split open.

His thrusts are so languid, but the sound of his skin against yours is insane. Your moans in his ears are insane. The sheer feeling of being inside you is insane.

Hyunjin’s going clinically insane, and he won’t be able to hold back anymore, no matter how much he resolves to.

He swiftly turns you around and pushes you against the shelf, wrapping one leg around his waist. He immediately aligns himself with you again, but this time he slides in with so much force that you see white.

“S–So full… God, don’t stop,” you claw his shoulders. “Fuck me dumb.”

“Ngh, kiss…” he whines.

He can’t even last until he receives his very wet kiss from you. Just two swirls of your tongue around his, and he completely falls apart. His soul leaves his body as he keeps moaning into your mouth, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. His frantic thrusts eventually come to a halt, and he looks utterly beat, yet he’s so cute that you wanna just cuddle him right there on the floor.

But as if he’s shot himself with an overdose of adrenaline, he suddenly perks up and drops to his knees, picking up where he’s left off like a starved animal. He holds onto your hips again and sticks his tongue out, making you rub your pussy on the slippery surface.

Definitely a move copped from the closeups.

“Oh, fuck… Fuck, yes, like that. Like that, oh my god HYUNJIN!!!”

Oh, he looks so proud as he watches you dismantle into your atoms; that’s the most sinister smile you’ve ever seen a man flash. You burst into a laughter fit with how hard you’ve cum, and he can’t help but laugh along with you. He looks beautiful when he smiles. Once both your feet touch the ground, however, he’s being a gentleman for no reason at all, putting your pants back up and fixing your hair, something you’re not used to at all. You suddenly get this urge to kiss him. You kiss him long and deep. You kiss him until you sweep him off his feet again.

You taste fucking fantastic on his tongue.

“Can I get your number?” you request, voice super fucked out.

“M–MINE?” 

“I mean…” you look around, “I don’t see anyone else here.”

Poor baby, that must be the most violent post-nut clarity he’s experiencing, and it makes you giggle just to think about it. He saves his number on your phone, and as soon as you get it back, you snap a picture of your still-throbbing pussy and send it to him. 

“There. That can be my contact picture,” you put the phone away. “What time are you getting out?”

“Midnight,” he answers, averting his eyes from you as if he wasn’t the one decimating you just ten seconds ago.

“Wanna come over?” you play with his collar.

“For… For what?” he asks, but you can’t hold back the excess endearment anymore and burst into hearty laughter.

“So I can sit on your face when I suck your dick,” you smirk at him.

“Can I… do things to it again?” he keeps intently examining the floor, still unable to hold your gaze. “With my mouth and stuff…”

“Yes, you can,” you gently bite his lips and pull him into a deep kiss. 

You wait for him outside as he gets a little scolding from Gerda right before closing. It hasn’t even been thirty three seconds, yet as soon as you leave the library, you get a text from Hyunjin.

HUNGouts sorry i came in 33 seconds i love u 

“Pfft, loser,” you snort to yourself with gigantic hearts shooting out of your eyes.

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