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I NEED TO SUCK BARRAGE TIDDIES BADDDD i bet those areolas are big and supple,,,
oh, they are. barrage would let you have your way; heâll be straddling your thighs, his burly arms circling your shoulders to prevent you from attempting to lean away from him. heâs into it, a demanding wave of arousal piercing through him, but he canât admit it. heâs too embarrassed, letting out pretty whimpers as you flick the tip of your tongue against his hardened nipple.
âah-haa, shit, mmfn,â barrage breathes out, shy away from a whine. heâs trapping you against his chest, his hips twitching and wanting so badly to rut against your groin. your lips wrapped around his tit, taking the area surrounding his lilâ bud completely - filling up your warm mouth so well while you sucked it harshly, your drool spilling down his stomachâfuck, heâs so turned on. âkeep goinâ, nghââ
hc: #4d3129 nâ they get all hard when you blow air on them
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You had a crush on Barrage, a big one at that
It was very obvious, no matter how hard you tried to hide it. The way you snuck glances, gushed about his achievements on the field, and the way you got so nervous when he was around which seemed to be all the time as he was everywhere
Gaz and Ghost were the first to notice, given they are the two most observant in the team. Gaz kept pushing you to go for it and so did Ghost, they wanted you to happy afterall!
You didn't know exactly how to go for it since he doesn't seem to talk much and you two weren't exactly friends
Which makes your crush on him even more frustrating
Soap eventually found out about it and tried helping you out by befriending Barrage himself but that didn't really turn out well...
At least you know what his voice sounds like!
This lead to Soap getting the idea of going on a mission with him
It was the only way you could talk to him without feeling too weird afterall
But you would have to wait for the day you even get the chance to go on one with him since it's completely random :(
But Soap was willing to find a way for you
Price also found out about it (he eavesdropped on the conversation you and Soap were having) and he also wanted to help
He didn't bring it up a lot, only mentioning it when he was around and telling you to go for it. Most of the time it was the perfect opportunity but you didn't want to risk embarrassing yourself
Of course, like Ghost, he teased you a bit but nothing compared to the way Gaz was teasing you
Anytime he walked in the room, Gaz was elbowing you to look and chuckling when you averted your eyes the second you noticed him
There was even a time where Gaz called him over for 'help' in hopes that a conversation between the two of you would spark
It did not.
"You have to introduce yourself"
Price said, Gaz nodding as it's what he's he's saying this whole time
"I'm sure he won't yell at you for asking him out and I'm sure he wouldn't reject you. He'd have to be blind and brain dead to do that to someone like you"
Gaz said, trying to boost your confidence so that you would finally go and get to know him
You just stared at them, shaking your head no as you continued cleaning your gun
"Ye aren't gonna get anywhere if he doesn't know ye!"
Soap said with a grin, hoping that the conversation would inspire and push you into making a move
It did not.
All 4 of them could tell how much you really liked this guy and all 4 of them really wanted you to be happy, so they hatched up a plan in their free time
And it worked!
Somehow Ghost managed to pull some strings, getting you and Barrage on a mission together. It was an easy mission too, the ride there would be longer than the actual mission
And yet you just couldn't bring yourself to actually say something
The air felt so awkward
You didn't want to say the wrong thing and get him to dislike you
Crushes were so hard.
but then he spoke, his voice pulling you out of your thoughts
"You've been lookin' at me this whole time. Is there something you want?"
His voice held some irritation to it, which only made you more nervous
Yet you knew you had to say something back and make it good so that you could actually get to know eachother. But what could you say for that to even happen???
"..I want to get to know you"
You immediately started to feel embarrassed from your reply. It shot out quicker than you could stop it
You couldn't see his facial expressions, his mask covering it and only making you more nervous
Is he disgusted? mad? embarrassed?
Then he chuckled a bit, catching you off guard
Now you were REALLY worried
"If you wanted to ask me out you could just ask normally"
You were shocked, pinching your arm to make sure this wasn't some lucid dream
There was a moment of silence between you as you didn't know what to say and he was waiting on a reply from you
"..I want to ask you out then"
You hesitated, mentally slapping yourself for it. You barely- Well, he barely even knows you
He was probably just baiting you so he could reject you
Or at least that's what your mind thought
If only you could see how his eyes lit up behind those glasses, glad that he finally managed to strike a conversation with you
He wasn't the type to be nervous around a crush or beat around the bush
But you were different! You intimidated him with your looks and personality. He assumed you were wayy out of his league, he was sure you wouldn't even give him a second thought if he asked you out
So he ignored you the best he could so the feelings would go away
But it was not easy, not at all
He even caught himself redirecting his usual routes to match up with your schedule so he could see you more
He quickly put a stop to that
Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your face, it was all too perfect
Everytime he saw your face he could feel his face heating up a little
A moment of silence before he spoke again, facing your direction
"Then it's a date"
#á â
á àŽ#cod#call of duty#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#Barrage x reader#barrage x reader#Barrage x you#barrage x you#call of duty modern warfare 2#cod x reader#Cod x reader#call of duty x reader#cod fluff#cod x you#cod mw3#gn reader
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Veiny Arms
Working in the special forces you always knew youâd have a problem of fantasizing about things especially with all the well built masked men around you. It was certainly no different with Barrage he was so quiet and casual but extremely hot without doing anything.
He could be sitting or fixing his Gun or whatever all you know is you find yourself staring a lot. Fortunately for you he never noticed and you had snapped yourself out of it before he could.
Well that was until one day when you seen him roll up his sleeve slight after a sparing match. They were thick, sweaty and veiny the perfect combination. âI wonder if itâs as veiny as his armsâ You hadnât realized you said it out loud until everyone there turned to look at you including Barrage himself.
Your face turns beat red as you realize and you can see him smirking underneath his mask. He crosses his arms only adding to the muscular tone and the bulging veins. You suddenly excuse yourself and walk out of the sparing room.
#cod modern warfare#cod mw3#masked men#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#barrage cod#barrage x reader#könig x reader#könig cod#simon riley#john price#kyle gaz garrick
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I'm almost ashamed at the fact that I got done a couple of days ago repenting and now I'm going to have to repent again because damn Tumblr ruins my innocence and my self-respect. UGHH
I have got an idea for a new post..
I know someone's about to go feral over barrage
Pick one and I promise I will write it. I swear to the sigma gods đ©đ»âđŠŒ
Songs that 100% fit the ideas
König:â
Ghost:â
Keegan:â
Barrage:â
A lot of you are going to be fed I promise.
#fypă#call of duty#könig cod#könig mw2#cod mw2#könig#könig x reader#cod konig#könig call of duty#cod#ghost x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost cod#simon ghost riley#ghost#cod keegan#keegan p russ#keegan russ x reader#barrage cod#barrage#barrage x reader#good morning chat#Spotify
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New Man coming?????
Maybe?????
Oop-
This is Barrage
Credit TikTok: @_hajmes
How we feeling give me opinions people! Opinion đ€€
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your bedroom door creaks open just after midnight, and the weight of donghyuck crashing onto the bed next to you a few minutes later startles you awake. you stare at him in the low light, not fully-aware of what's going on. but he's just looking at you, patiently waiting.
"well?"
you blink. "... hi?" you stifle a yawn as you sit up, turning on your lamp. the red numbers read out that it's literally two--now three--minutes after midnight. you just turn back to your boyfriend. "is something wrong?" you rub at your eyes. donghyuck doesn't just come over without warning.
he pouts at you. "really?" he reaches over, pinching your side a little--just to get you to jolt. "you're so mean. i came here so you'd be the first one, and you don't even remember."
remember...? you just sit there, brain still chugging along until it all finally clicks. "oh!" it earns a eye roll from donghyuck, but you ignore that as you lean in to kiss him. "happy birthday, my sunshine--"
"you'll have to make it up to me," he says. he's grinning, though, as he wraps his arms around you. "or i'm gonna tell everyone that you forgot."
you just roll your eyes, pulling him closer to you as you snuggle in. "mmhm. whatever you want later," you paw through the air before finding your lamp again, clicking it back off. "or your friends are gonna come beat me up."
"right." he grins as he buries his face into your neck, pressing a tiny kiss there before he shifts into a comfortable position. "whatever i want. no matter how expensive."
he's teasing you again, but you just let out a blissful sigh. "goodnight, my beautiful sunshine."
he just wraps his arms around you a little tighter, snuggling in to spend the beginning of his birthday with you. exactly the way he wanted to.
#nonranghaes.thoughts#nonranghaes.nct#nct x reader#nct x you#nct x y/n#haechan x reader#haechan fluff#haechan imagines#lee donghyuck x reader#lee donghyuck fluff#lee donghyuck imagines#he wakes up later to a barrage of texts like bro we came to ur place to surprise u where tf are you???#and hes like wow... damn.... none of u know me.... fake friends.....
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for the whole marriage thing, it would be kinda funny if you marry someone else out of spite, especially right after Miguel found out that you two were actually destined for each other.
You, out of breath and looking upset: Dude, this is gonna be a lot but, I need your help doing something to spite Miguel--
Hobie: don't even have to finish mate, you've already sold me on it
You: you and I need to get married because I wanna be my own person and rebel against Miguel because he wants US to get married but I don't want to because fuck him and fuck canon and I wanna choose my own destiny idk am I being dumb đ„ș
Hobie, who Definitely Has Nothing To Gain Here Wink Wink: alright, that's what I'm talkin about, fuckin mental, let's do it đ fight the man âïž
But no for real, you were actively avoiding relationships and suddenly Miguel hits you with "you and I are canon and I want to start getting to know each other better" and you're, I dunno, would "panic fucking" work. Would you be so bold. You're just trying to hook another person that YOU choose (and again Hobie would still apply here lmao) because, no, no, you can't let canon TRAP you like this!! And it would fucking suck if you had like, neutral or even negative feelings about Miguel. Shit, I've thought of, imagine being his FWB that he's actually catching feelings for but then the Miles Morales Incident happens and, you're just kind of disgusted how he acted, how he spoke to Miles, how he treated Gwen, but before you can officially tell him "hey, I want nothing to do with you anymore", that's when Miguel comes to you wanting to get more serious and he uh, does not accept you wanting to move on
I guess detouring into a different idea but imagine being kind of a FWB or fling of his that you kind of moved on from him from for whatever reason (he can have a temper, he can be too intense, you don't like when he did xyz, or maybe you're a free spirit and don't want to get serious and break things off when you feel he's too clingy) and he like. Cannot accept you've moved on. He's cockblocking you at the Spider Society bars n clubs and little holes in the wall where the adults go to drink and get together. By reputation alone, people know to avoid tou because Miguel wants you back, everyone still sees you as His Girl, like he's claimed you, but he still catches people dumb enough to get close to you (and I imagine his surveillance slips or he gets busy and you have a casual fuck under his radar and he sees hickeys or something on you later and goes ballistic)
But yeah gosh imagine like, he tells you up front you two are canon and not even 24 hours later you can notice the atmosphere has changed in the Spider Society with how people treat you in terms of respect, personal space, not being too touchy or overly familiar, but, most importantly, you just feel. Awkward. It's like everyone knows. Did they all know before you did, or did Miguel quickly spread the news around? You're not sure which of those is worse. He's wanting to get you know you more intimately, he wants to try and take you on dates, but, he sucks at it, he's been out of the game way too long and he's a stressed temperamental half-spider workaholic, so, his dates amount to, him just trying to spend time with you in different ways while trying to make awkward small talk. He takes you to dinner. He sees if there are any movies or entertainment you wanna see in the Spider Society, making awkward attempts to try and hold your hand
But also. Imagine. A version of Miguel that wants to move much faster than that. I mean, you two are going to be canon, so, you might as well get acclimated to him right away, right? He wants you to immediately spend more time with him, he starts controlling where you are and what you do so he can be spending time with you or connected to you in some way, you're living with him in his own residence now, he INSISTS you sleep in the same bed like a married couple, and while he may not immediately demand you do what married couples do, he makes it clear that he wants to eventually. God, you can barely even relax knowing he's in bed with you and he still forcibly cuddles you, getting used to feeling his body against your own (and what if he slept in the nude đł he provides you pj's but they're kind of small and thin and he keeps the room cold on purpose so you have to seek his warmth under the covers)
Miguel is like an established adult in his 30s or something all "we'll get to know each other and then we can start planning our wedding. We'll have dinner dates at least once a week and we'll have joint bank accounts--" meanwhile you're just sitting over here like " um đ„ș I um đ„ș have never really even dated anyone before đ„ș" and suddenly this 6 ft 9 man is looking down at you realizing there's a lil bit of an age gap and definitely an experience gap and he gets to have all of your "firsts" and he's Just So Weird About It in like, kinda a fetish way. He gets to have your first kiss, your first time (maybe he even wants to wait until marriage), he gets to teach you things, like, lowkey it's kinda like a mentorship as well as a relationship, he's your teacher, your protector, your husband, your jailor
Like imagine you finally have your first baby and you're freaking out and you're so scared and worried about doing everything absolutely perfect and he's just like, so happy but also kind of romanticizing/fetishizing you being a new/first-time mom, he thinks you're so cute, so eager to do good and learn how to do the best for your baby. He teaches you all kinds of things about childcare and being pregnant since, he's already cared for his fiance before his canon event, he remembers all the things he learned to become a dad, all the things he picked up during the second go around, and now everything new he's learned just for you. I mean really if we follow the combo comic/movie canon, you're the first time he's getting a BABY baby and getting to raise it and do everything from the start, and it's his CANON baby so he knows you're both safe.
I just feel like between his literal list of trauma (beaten by abusive father who also abused his mom, he was betrayed and drugged with a highly addictive and agonizing substance to basically be enslaved, he was sabotaged and atomically spliced with a spider while trying to cure said addiction, his pregnant fiance died, his second family died as well as an entire universe) and him not really even having much of an OPTION with breaking canon at risk (which would have such a domino effect because it happening in his Nueva York would dismantle THE ENTIRE SPIDER SOCIETY, so, this is like, QUARDUPLE RISK) he would just. Like damn you don't even need to have yandere stuff in there, he HAS to make you stay with him? Obviously he eventually has no problem with it and fully enjoys the excuse if he wasn't crazy about you on sight, but like. LMAO you're just hanging around HQ with big sad eyes and people are whispering "who's that over there that Miguel is hovering over" "oh that's Miguel's wife. she's scared of him and he's way too intense" "well why doesnt she just leave him" "can't, they're canon, and even if they werent, i dont think he'd allow it. Shit just the other day she wanted to leave HQ to swing through the city and she didn't get his permission first and Miguel activated the Morales Protocol and sent us all chasing after her" "like ALL all?" "Oh yeah it was totally an 'all available units' situation, and once she saw she was being chased she started freaking out and panicking and tried to run, which pissed him off even more, and is why she's got a babysitter now" "oh wow, that's rough... so anyways do you know what they're serving in the cafeteria today?"
#miguel o'hara x reader#yandere miguel o'hara#yandere spiderverse#yandere stuff#sinprompts#woe! my constant barrage of long cringe posts be upon ye
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it's been TWO MONTHS get OUT of my HEAD
(reference under cutâââ)
HELP i literally CANNOT find the og artist
reverse search only leads me to Pinterest (and its a dead end cause its a repost)
if you know the og artist do tell
#funny thing leona and jamil used to be my least favorite but over time they gradually became one of my favorites#janil specifically has been olaguing my mind since September 2#i know because the barrage of jamil fanarts in my gallery started on that date#jamil viper#twst jamil#twst jamil viper#twst#twst wonderland#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst fanart#twisted wonderland#twst yuu#jamil viper x reader#jamil viper x yuu#jamil viper x mc#twst x oc#twst x mc#twst x yuu#yuusona#canon x oc#fellfell draws#jamiyuu#âčyumeâĄâ·#fayjamiăđă
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Phillip Graves who isn't necessarily educated on your cultural traditions surroundings birthdays but he's paid attention to anything you've mentioned in the past so he'll do his best to celebrate to your liking, although it's not necessarily perfect. if you don't like celebrating your birthday he'll still feel the need to buy you something so don't be surprised when he leaves you a cute note and a cupcake with a singular candle on it. he'll get his best to clear his schedule of work but he might have to go anyways.
he's totally okay with a friends night out! or flying your family out to see you if you're homesick/flying you out to see them. he just wants to see his baby happy on your special day whether that involves him or not.
if he had it his way he would buy you nice formal clothes and take you out to a fancy place of your choosing, but he understands what make him happy might not make you happy. you might have to tell him explicitly what you need him to do, but once you tell him as much he'll make sure you don't have to worry about a thing :)
#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#graves x you#phillip graves#shadow company#gender neutral reader#barrage
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content: sub barrage, gn reader, suggestive
BARRAGE can be a little touchy. A hand rests on your head when the two of you are by a corner or in private, gently patting you every now and then. Itâs a reminder that goes both ways; youâre with him and heâs with you.
His veiny arm may be wrapped over your shoulders, although loosely. It wasnât a strange thing to see; friendly touches are frequently passed between close teammates. But it may be perceived how he is with you as unusual.
What do you mean heâs fiddling with your belt loop, the pad of his thumb light as he caressed the skin right beneath your waist band? Heâs not even doing anything.
Sometimes, heâd cup your cheek. The feeling of your soft flesh has his heart warming, and a small smile stretching his lips.
But when your hands are on him, itâs a completely different story.
Heâd hold his breath subconsciously, something starved flushing his skin. Feel him up through that tight compression shirt of his and youâll have him whimpering, muscles twitching, and heâs torn between squirming away or stepping closer.
BARRAGE would mutter your name, uncertain of what heâs asking for. He wonât remember how or when heâs become compliant under you; heâs weirdly fuzzy and giddy, and he doesnât know anymore. His thighs squeeze together to relieve the ache, whining incoherently.
Oh, heâs doomed. Donât even stand next to him in public; he wonât be able to control himself.
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thinking of writing a Cod drabble where reader has a crush on Barrage and the 141 is trying to help them get together
yay or nay
Barrage if you didn't know him btw
edit: you can read here!: ââĄâ
#his shirt is so COMPRESSED.#barrage x reader#cod#call of duty#cod mw3#modern Warfare 3#call of duty modern warfare#modern warfare#cod modern warfare#Cod x reader#Call of duty x reader#gn reader
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hey mutual!! For ur prowl slow burn fic you could write about prowl being forced to act as a body guard to this human worker/diplomat, and he feels like heâs being demoted from Sic to some lowly guard, and so he and reader already have bad vibes from the start, but then he realizes overtime watching this human that he has WOMP WOMP âšfeelingsâš he canât have that!! Heâs prowl!! Heâs above romance and l o ve !!! Shenanigans ensue take this and use it as you will my friend
OH MY GOD THIS IS PERFFECT. human reader could be like a middle ground of relations between cybertronians and humans to ensure peace between those factions..,,,,hmm I am getting some yummy ideas
#transformers#maccadam#transformers x reader#idw prowl#prowl x reader#ikkoasks#THANK YOU#wouldnât mind if you barraged me with more silly ideas
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Y/N : I have a lot of bottled up emotions about you, yâknow?
Barrage : Break the bottle.
Y/N : Thatâs- thatâs not how metaphors wo-
Barrage : Where is it? If youâre too scared to do it, I can đâš
For the record this is Barrage âŹïž
#Cod#Call of duty x reader#Call of duty incorrect quotes#Cod Barrage#Call of duty Barrage#Cod Barrage x reader#Cod Barrage x you#Cod Barrage x y/n#Cod x reader#cod x reader fluff#Original : I saw the prompt on Pinterest#Original : Tumblr#original : unknown#I do saw the one who wrote it but didnât know their tumblr user so#my works
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kim mingyuâs (unhelpful) guide to losing your virginity
â youâre telling me that you, Miss Dick Repellent, had sex with Captain Chastity By Choice over here. â
PAIRING âž kim mingyu x fem!reader
GENRES âž smut, fluff, humor, college au, best friends to lovers au, friends with benefits au
WARNINGS âž profanity, alcohol consumption, rated m for mingyu, slow burn, he fell first but she fell harder but then he tripped and ate shit, probably the most self-indulgent thing iâve written, mingyu and mc are both virgins, sexual content, sexual tension, protected and unprotected sex (i would not advise doing the latter), lots of teasing and banter, oral (f. and m. receiving), fingering, wall sex, couch sex, public sex, mingyu discovers what pasties are, soonyoung orders 20 connect fours, they are avid enjoyers of the barbie movies
SUMMARY âž after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn't), youâre shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).
PLAYLIST ➠perfect by one direction ⹠spell by niki ⹠fatal flaw by ellise ⹠give me a kiss by lolo zouaï ⹠step? by bibi
WORD COUNT âž 31,273 words
AUTHORâS NOTE âž someone (fia) once told me i write too many college aus. i said yeah ur right. and iâm gonna do it again
âBIRDS AND BEES CANNOT PHYSICALLY FUCK.â
You sounded more distressed than informative while you were trying to reason with your longtime best friend, Kim Mingyu. He, on the other hand, appeared visibly worked up over this childish level of argument you two were having.
âIt is a metaphor,â he said. âEveryone knows birds and bees arenât screwing each other up in the trees.â
You still couldnât wrap your head around it. Hours ago, you had fucked yourself over after Kwon Soonyoung had casually brought up the topic of body counts. After everyone in your friend group went around listing theirs (Soonyoung: 3; Jungwoo: 3; Minghao: 2; Vernon: 5), you accidentally blurted out that your body count actually existedâone, to be exact.
This was a problem because, to everyoneâs prior knowledge, you were a virgin.
Sure, you kissed a few guys beforeâmaybe had a few heated makeout sessionsâbut you never really went all the way. Yeah, Mark Lee was coming onto you freshman year, but before he could start sliding his hand down your pants, you nearly screamed and killed the vibe. It was safe to say that Mark never thought about trying to get with you again.
After being barraged with questions about who finally claimed your v-card, you decided to blurt out the one name that felt the safest to you.
And that was Kim Mingyu.
Now, you and Mingyu had been friends for a long time, dating back to your freshman year of college when he wound up being your dorm neighbor. After about a month of Mingyu only knocking on your door to use your printer or air fryer, your relationship finally upgraded to having semi-deep conversations and going to the dining hall together. Eventually, Kim Mingyu became a staple in your lifeâor perhaps more like a pesky gnat you couldnât get rid of.
Either way, since you figured that Mingyu was equally as sexually inexperienced as you were, you felt as though your safest bet was to keep your secret with him. This way, the both of you could finally not be labeled as the friend groupâs token virgins.
To make matters worse, though, you didnât expect your friends to have such a dramatic reaction to the news. They were convinced that you and Mingyu were going at it every night. In reality, he was only coming over to your apartment at the dead of night because his fridge had been broken since September. You made a pact with him that you two would take turns cooking every other day, and today was his turn.
(You secretly looked forward to the days when he would cook. Mingyuâs culinary skills were surprisingly top-notch. You were pretty sure his flavor palate was 250% more refined than the average human, considering he could tell apart regular butter from I Canât Believe Itâs Not Butter.)
So, while Mingyu was frying salmon, you were bombarding him with questions about sex. After all, if you were now living your life as a self-proclaimed non-virgin, then you had to educate yourself on the birds and the bees.
That was where the argument arose because what the fuck did the birds and the bees have to do with anything?
âSo why do they use the birds and the bees?â you asked. âWhy donât they use, like, the butterflies and the bees? You know, pollination? I feel like that makes more sense.â
âItâs âcause birds hatch eggs, which is supposed to symbolize, like, female ovulation,â Mingyu explained, âand bees pollinating flowers is for male fertilization.â
You leaned back in your seat, absolutely mind-blown. Mingyu took your silence as understanding and turned on you, pointing his large cooking tongs in your direction.
âYouâre way too innocent to be telling everyone we slept together,â he said. âIâd start watching porn or something, âcause asking me about the symbolism of the birds and bees isnât gonna cut it. Thatâs middle school behavior, Y/N.â
Your cheeks heated up with embarrassment. âIâm not innocent! I know how sex works; I just donât understand how you like⊠you know, do the deed.â
Mingyu snorted. âYou canât even say it properly!â
âCan to!â you fired back before folding your arms across your chest. âI just choose not to because of my Miranda Rights. You know, my right to remain silent and all that.â
âI donât think that applies here.â
âIt can.â
âYeah, okay. But not when Soonyoung asked about your body count?â
âYouâre not still upset about me telling the group we slept together, right? I swear it was a totalââ
âOf course Iâm upset, Y/N,â he interjected. âI wanted my first time to be my first time, and you just told everyone we fucked like it was nothing.â
Yeah, it was safe to say that the tension between you and Mingyu had been growing for a while. You two still hung out as usual, but he would sometimes drop passive-aggressive comments about your fuck-up that would make you feel miserable for the rest of the day. There wasnât anything you could do but apologize, especially when Mingyu insisted that you two keep up the farce so that your friends wouldnât get on your back for being a liar.
You could tell he caredâdeep, deep downâabout how this would affect you. Honestly, he was too good for you.
âAnyway, we canât do anything about it now, so letâs drop it.â He sighed, and the only sounds you could hear for a moment were the fan running and the salmon sizzling on the pan. You waited until Mingyu started plating the food. âDinnerâs ready.â
For a few minutes, you two ate in utter silence. The only sounds in the room were the occasional scraping noises of fork against plate.
Mingyu decided to speak up. âI submitted one of the pictures I took to an art gallery.â
âOh, really? The sunset ones you took when you went camping with Jungwoo?â you asked.
âYeah, a few of the ones I developed looked really good, so he suggested I try sending them in. They havenât reached out yet, but Iâm hoping they put it up for their exhibition.â
âThatâs sick. Iâll go see it with you if they put your work up.â
You two relapsed into silence after Mingyu hummed appreciatively. He was back to chewing his thoughts away while you wanted to crawl in a hole and die.
âI fucked up, Gyu,â you admitted. âI really fucked up. Iâm sorry.â
He smiled one of those lopsided, easygoing grins that could put anyone at ease. Yet, you still felt disheartened that he knew exactly what you were referring to.
âItâs whatever. At least you saved us from being asked if weâre still virgins.â
âI feel like Iâm living a lie,â you grumbled. âItâs been eating at me for the past week. I might just fess up to Soonyoung.â
âYou do know heâs gonna get mad at you for lying about something so petty.â
âBut itâs even worse if he finds out later on!â
Mingyu just hummed in response, brows knitted together like he was pondering over something.
âYeah, I guess,â was all he said, ending the discourse as he set your plate of food down in front of you on the dining table. You poked at the delectable salmon with your fork. âDonât worry about what Soonyoung thinks. Sex isnât something you can just jump into if youâre not ready.â
âBut I am ready,â you complained between mouthfuls of food. âEvery time Iâm in the mood, I get so close and then chicken out. Maybe Iâm just not doing it with the right person.â
âThat would also be an important factor.â
You shook your head to dismiss the topic. âWhatever. Maybe they wonât bother us about it now that they think the deedâs done.â
âMaybe,â Mingyu echoed, although clear uncertainty hung in those syllables.
Once, in high school, you lied to your P.E. teacher about being on your period so that you wouldnât have to participate in swimming for a week. On another occasion, you lied to your parents about going to your friendâs house to work on a group project so that you could actually drink alcohol for the first time.
Lying to Kwon Soonyoung was a whole other realm of difficulty.
It had been less than a day since you and Mingyu brushed off your lie that blew out of proportion. You were stupid to think that it wouldnât haunt you further because Minghao wore a simpering smile on his face as soon as he saw you and Mingyu walk into the library together.
As soon as you two took your seats at your friend groupâs respective table, Soonyoung and Jungwoo immediately started hounding you with more questions. Mingyu was clearly irritatedâwhether that was because he didnât want the topic brought up again or he didnât appreciate Soonyoung getting distracted from their little app developing session, you had no idea. They must have been excited now that they had both of their targets to harass.
âYou are never willing to put out,â your bewildered friend rambled, âand youâre telling me that you, Miss Dick Repellent, had sex with Captain Chastity By Choice over here.â
âWow,â Mingyu spoke up. âThat was, like, the worst possible way to phrase that.â
You frowned. âDick repellent?â
âCâmon, everyone here knows about the whole Mark-gate incident.â
You rolled your eyes. âLook, whatever went down between Mingyu and I just⊠happened. I have nothing else to say on the matter.â
âYou know what just happens?â Vernon Chwe, who normally kept his two cents to himself, decided to blurt out. âLosing your passport. Thatâs the kind of thing that just happens.â The sour tone his voice took on indicated that he was still bitter about showing up at the airport with Boo Seungkwan for his Italy trip last summer without his passport. âBut sex? That doesnât just happen. Itâs a process.â
âUnless you were under the influence,â Minghao added. Then, he turned to you and Mingyu with curious eyes. âWere you drunk? High? Coked out?â
Obviously, you and Mingyu werenât smart enough to cover all the bases of your lie, so neither of you planned out a story beforehand. Taken by surprise, he ended up stuttering, âN-no?â
âSo it didnât just happen,â Jungwoo said with a grin. âYou two knew what you were doing.â
âI think you guys are making this way deeper than it actually is,â you replied. âWe were just horny and things ended up going that way. Thatâs all there is to it.â
Minghao snickered. âI donât believe that for one second.â
âWell, you should,â you started, voice rising along with your temper, âbecause Mingyuâs hot, and itâs perfectly normal for a young woman to want to have sex with someone who looks like a walking wet dream!â
Your table fell silent, and you suddenly wished you had dramatically stormed away after your (loud) confession. There was nothing subtle about the judgment and concern in everyoneâs eyes, but most importantly, you were horrified to see Mingyuâs equally horrified reaction to your outburst.
âWalking wet dream,â Soonyoung parroted in a quieter voice, amusement tugging at his lips. âIâm gonna make that his contact name now.â
Jungwoo shrugged. âWell, I guess it checks out. Mingyu did say he found Y/N cute for a while.â
Your cheeks burned. He found you cute?
Mingyu, who was now blushing tomato red, covered his face with his hands and groaned. If you werenât so mortified about embarrassing yourself and Mingyu in front of your entire friend group earlier, then you might have found him a little adorable.
So, you fucked up. Again.
You played out your conversation with your friends about five different times, thinking of various outcomes that could have taken place instead. If you didnât blurt out the first thing that came to your head on impulse, then maybe you wouldnât have dug a deeper hole for yourself.
Plus, you had to deal with Mingyu now.
Jungwooâs words kept parroting in your head like a broken record. Cute. What did that mean, anyway? Squirrels were cute, and you were hoping you had enough sex appeal to not be put on the same tier as squirrels.
Of course, you ended up leaving the library after mumbling some excuse about having to attend a professorâs office hours. Although that was a complete lie, your friends seemed to buy it. You thought you were off the hook until you received a text from your friend.
mingyu: can we talk later?
You didnât know what to think. If this lie of yours ended up breaking your friendship with Mingyu for good, you werenât sure if you would ever be able to forgive yourself. So, you settled for curling up on your couch and spooning ice cream into your mouth until the pain subsided.
It was nearly midnight when the knock came at your door.
When you opened it, the very man you didnât want to see was standing big and tall. You were tempted to close the door on Mingyu, but there was no point in pushing him away even more.
âI forgot to reply to your text,â you said.
âI know.â Mingyu looked you up and down, which you couldnât help but blush at, but you figured he was just eyeing your Hello Kitty pajamas. âCan I come in?â
You opened the door wider, allowing him to step inside. âAre you here to yell at me?â
âNo, although I should after what you pulled,â he teased, and you were grateful that he sounded lighthearted again. The tension was still thick, though, and you were certain it was because of the indirect confessions of attraction you both let slip. âIâm here to make a proposal.â
âWhat is it?â
Mingyu shrugged off his jacket, revealing his toned, muscular arms. You wondered just how much work he put into bulking up at the gym, and then your thoughts started to drift elsewhere. Thinking about how buff his chest was, thinking about how broad his shoulders were, thinking about howâ
âA solution to both of our problems,â Mingyu interrupted your thoughts as he took a seat on your couch. He pointed at the bowl of ice cream you left on a cushion. âIs this cookies and cream?â
âYeah, you can have some.â You took a seat next to him and inquired, âSo⊠explain.â
âOkay, uh, wellâŠâ He trailed off, trying some of the ice cream after fiddling with the spoon for minutes. âHey, this is really good ice cream.â
You gently pushed his spoon down before he could scoop more into his mouth. âGyu, get to the point already.â
âI never noticed your coffee table was such a nice shade of brown.â
âMingyu.â
âCould this be mahogany?â
âMingyu.â
âAlright, alright.â He sighed, turning his head down ever-so-slightly. You were a little terrified that he was going to go on a spiel about ending the friendship, but then he said, âWeâre both in predicaments. Our friends wonât leave us alone about the sex thing and youâre still heated about being a virgin. I mean, Iâm also tired of my partner being my right hand, so likeâŠâ
Oh god. Mingyu was going to ask you to have sex. Kim Mingyu was about to get in your pants right now.
And were you against it? Not at all. The only thing that worried you was that you werenât sure if you were readyâfor sex and potentially blurring the lines of friendship between you and Mingyu.
âSo, what are you getting at?â you asked, trying to play off your unnaturally high-pitched voice with a cough.
âWell, after that uncomfortable conversation earlier, I was just thinking⊠I clearly find you attractive and you find me attractive,â he said, and when he ducked his head a little, you could see the tips of his ears flaming red. âIâm saying Iâm down for you to be my first.â
You willed yourself not to stammer over your words as you said, âI thought you wanted your first time to be special.â
âI do,â he mumbled. âThatâs why I started thinking about it seriously after you called me aââ
âYou donât have to repeat it,â you cut him off quickly, your face feeling hot again. âBut yeah, Iâve always thought you were hotâum, objectively. I didnât think you thought the same about me, though.â
âYeah, I do,â he replied shyly, âbut I also know youâve tried to have sex multiple times and back out whenever you get close.â Before you could respond, Mingyu pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and set it down between you two. âThatâs why I made this.â
You eyed the paper curiously, glancing at Mingyu for his approval to go ahead and open it. When he gestured for you to do so, you picked it up and unfolded it.
(EX) VIRGIN CONTRACT
Both parties may request whatever they want to try
Either party may approve or deny the otherâs request
The contract ends at either partyâs request
The friendship must not be ruined, and if the friendship is ever in danger of being ruined, the contract will be terminated.
âI figured it would be less intimidating with you since we both have no idea whatâs going on,â Mingyu continued. âThis way we can explore whatever we want without judgment.â
(Mingyu would never admit it to you, but part of him was eager to see you underneath him with that shy expression of yours melting away into pure, unadulterated lust. And you would never admit that you wouldnât exactly hate that.)
âIâm not gonna lie,â you started, âI think we would be bullied even more for this.â
âThatâs the unspoken rule number five,â he explained. âWe keep whatever this is between ourselves. I know you struggle in that area, butââ
âOh, shut up.â You couldnât help but giggle as you set the paper down. âI donât knowâŠâ
âTake your time to think it over.â
âActually, Iâve made up my mind. Letâs do it.â
Mingyu did a double take, his features curiously pulling together. âUm, I meant that you could take a few days. Not milliseconds.â
There was a reason as to why you caved quickly. Your thoughts had been running at a billion miles per hour for the entirety of your conversation with Mingyu. You were confident that your decision was well-calculated.
Did you want to fuck Mingyu? Yes.
Were you terrified of possibly ruining your friendship? Absolutely.
However, considering the conversation had already happened, the course of your friendship had drastically changed already. The only thing even more potentially damaging than bringing physical intimacy into the relationship was rejecting this offer. If you turned Mingyu down now, your interactions with him would soon fizzle into awkward, cordial small talk.
âHey, I think itâd be fun,â you decided to say instead of giving him the rundown of your internal crisis.
âReally? Youâre sure?â
âI wouldnât agree to it if I wasnât. I mean, itâs a big proposal.â
He gave you one of his lopsided smiles. âRight. I didnât wanna rush into it or anything, but I think we should talk about it more when youâre ready.â Mingyu picked up the remote and handed it to you. âSo, wanna get back to our Barbie marathon? Weâre on Fairytopia, right?â
âYeah,â you agreed, taking the remote from him with a touch of disappointment settling into your bones. Part of you was hoping he would get to it right away. âYeah, we can talk about it later.â
You two did not talk about it.
It had been approximately six days and Mingyu had not reached out once about your contract. You were starting to think that you should have added some sort of clause about response time because the silence was killing you.
The next time you saw him was at a Kappa Sigma party. Soonyoung and Jungwoo always extended an invite to you, which was nice because that meant you could walk right in without being checked out and approved by some frat brother. You would normally drag Shin Ryujin along with you, but she insisted that she wouldnât be able to wake up for her midterm if she went out to drink. Thus, you figured you wouldnât show up, but after seeing Mingyu in the background of Minghaoâs Snapchat story (which was a video of Vernon snorting a line off some girlâs stomach), you got your ass out of bed and threw your sluttiest top on.
Thirty minutes later, there you were, listening to Lee Chan ramble inside of the Kappa Sigma house. Ten feet from your target: Kim Mingyu.
âI got scammed, Y/N,â the frat brother, who was deep in five beers and four vodka shots, ranted to you while occasionally slurring his words. âSoonyoung ropes me into joining for friends, but I already knew all the people in the frat, anyway!â He paused to take another swig of his beer. âZero benefits! Zero!â
Although you enjoyed Chanâs company, you were really trying to get Mingyuâs attention. Since walking in and waiting for him to approach you didnât work, you were going to have to march up to him directly. Unfortunately, the drunk freshman in front of you was not helping one bit.
âThat blows,â you replied sympathetically, âbut at least you get to party, and you donât have to worry about finding housing.â
Chan scoffed. âYeah, if Iâm not a sober monitor, then I just get alcohol poisoning. I can never win.â
For the next thirty minutes, you ended up listening to Chan drone on about how the world was against him. Eventually, he started to realize that he didnât have it all that bad, and then he passed out after you helped him to the couch. You gave up on trying to get Mingyuâs attention; all of your attempts had been in vain, and you didnât want to embarrass yourself.
After talking to Vernon briefly, though, you found the opportunity to strike. Jungwoo announced a game of rage cage, so you were going to expertly place yourself next to Mingyu. Since everyone else would be focused on the game, you would use that chance to invite him to talk privately later.
Your plan was going smoothly until you stood next to Mingyu and realized he was a shot away from blacking out.
âYou look like youâve been through the trenches and back,â you said.
âCanât tell where the floor is.â
âUnder your feet.â
âWow, youâre right.â
He was most definitely not in the right headspace to have a conversation about the contractâor to have any conversation, really.
âIâve been wondering if youâd show up,â he continued. âI wanted to see you.â
Curse your heart for fluttering pathetically.
âYou did?â you asked.
There was no time for Mingyu to respond because everyone around the table started screaming at you. When you turned your attention back to the game, you realized the red solo cup was in front of you and Vernon was about to stack you.
âCareful, Y/N, Vernonâs been on a roll,â Minghao taunted, eyes lit up with amusement as he watched you fumble with the ping pong ball.
âI have,â Vernon confirmed. From across the table, he smirked at Joshua Hong, who you figured was his victim from the last game. Â
Your lips curled up in a lazy grin. âYeah? Letâs see if you can stack me even once.â
So, you lost. Miserably.
Vernon was on a roll, and you formally apologized for ever doubting him. (You apologized after getting stacked for a third time, but Vernon didnât ease up on you. He was a ruthless killing machine.)
On top of the six times you got stacked, you also ended up being the unfortunate bitch cup receiver. You downed it without too many complaints; you were past the point of scowling through your drinks. It would have been less pathetic if you hadnât talked yourself up so much.
On the bright side, you and Mingyu had gotten so drunk that Soonyoung ushered you two into his room to sober up. Since Chan had already thrown up on the couch, your friend decided that it was better to make sure you were in close proximity to a toilet.
Soonyoung instructed, âRemember, if you feel like throwing up, make sure you go to theâoh my god, Chan, keep your clothes on!â
He groaned and slammed the door shut so that he could chase after his intoxicated friend. You were just thankful that you werenât that drunk. The room was starting to spin, however, so you were dreading waking up with a headache in the morning.
âYou were terrible today,â Mingyu mumbled. His shoulder brushed against yours, and you ended up leaning against him. âBut Iâm glad you sucked ass.â
Your lips curled in distaste. âWhat the hell?â
âI only got stacked once thanks to your god-awful performance.â He let his head hang so that he could suck in a sharp breath. âWow, I feel like shit.â
âYouâre such a bitch,â you complained. âI was gonna ask you something serious, too!â
âOh, really? What is it?â
âWell, Iâm not gonna tell you now!â
You almost stammered at the end of your sentence when you saw Mingyuâs puppy eyes on full display. Despite the pleading look on his face, you couldnât help but notice the way the stray rays of sunlight that poured into Soonyoungâs room were catching onto Mingyuâs honeyed skin. It made his dark brown eyes look like melted amber.
You werenât sure if it was the alcohol making you feel hot or if the humidity was created by the drunk college students packed into the house like sardines, but Soonyoungâs room felt balmy. Your shirt clung to the sweat beading your back, but all you could think about was how close you and Mingyu were.
It seemed as though he was thinking the same thing. âWe should open a window or something.â
âItâs so hot,â you whined. âFeels like a sauna in here.â
âI know. Soonyoung never opens the windows, even though thereâs no air conditioning in here.â
âHe should invest in a fan.â
âYeah, thatâs why I like your place. You have a nice cooling system.â
You laughed. Mostly because you had very different intentions for this conversation, and here Mingyu was, talking about your air conditioning.
You were sobering up, but you still felt drunk off Mingyuâs attention.
Like he was sharing a secret, your best friend leaned in close to your ear while trying to suppress a giggle. âShould we get out of here?â
âAnd go where?â
âYour place. Duh.â
âI donât know if I can even walk downstairs,â you mumbled, suddenly afraid that he was going to think you were a bore.
âI can,â Mingyu said, and before you knew it, he was kneeling down with his back facing you and his arms reaching back. You just stared at him for a moment before he shot you back a questioning look. âWhatâre you waiting for? Get on.â
You sort of let your body fall against his, but Mingyu helped you regain your balance almost immediately. He gripped your thighs firmly while you looped your arms around his neck. When he stood up, you almost gasped upon realizing how high up you were. It was in that moment when you were suddenly hyper-aware of how massive he was, how strong his back muscles were, andâ
He yelped. âBug!â
âhow this man was terrified of everything under the sun.
If you had Mingyuâs height, you wouldnât let anything stop you. But here he was, cowering even as he towered over the tiny spider that was crawling across the floor.
âYou have got to be kidding,â you deadpanned. âYou can so easily step over it.â
âThey jump.â
âName one instance where a spiderâs ever jumped on you.â
He stiffened. âUh, never. But thatâs because I avoid them at all costs.â
Eventually, with some persuasion and promises of ice cream at home, Mingyu did manage to step over the beast, which was a common house spider. Kim Mingyu struck gold in the gene pool lottery. It was only fair that he had some stupid-sounding fatal flaw.
You whispered instructions on how to sneak past the crowd and giggled into his ear while he tried to creep downstairs and walk out the front door. Thankfully, the house was so packed that hardly anyone noticed you and Mingyu leaving. Only a few guys outside greeted him, but they were simultaneously puking their guts out.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were going to the party?â you asked as your chin rested on his shoulder. You were genuinely curious because Mingyu always invited you if there was a party. âI only found out when I saw Minghaoâs story.â
âUh⊠I was about to text you, but then Soonyoung wouldnât shut up with the teasing and I didnât wanna make you uncomfortable if you showed up,â he admitted, and, from where you were, you could see the tip of his ear turning pink. âBut I was hoping youâd come on your own.â
You tightened your grip on him. âI wouldnât have felt uncomfortable.â
There was silence for a while between you two, and you felt like the balmy night air was thick with undiscussed feelings. A topic that you and Mingyu were mindful about skirting around, even when the aftereffects of liquid confidence still coursed through your blood. You could hardly even realize it yourself.
Your chin rested on his shoulder. Mingyu had given you piggyback rides beforeâback when you two were freshmen and still a little shy around each other. The first time was when you ended up twisting your ankle during a Halloweekend party, resulting in Mingyu offering to carry you back to your dorm. You hadnât had many guy friends before college, so the thought of casual physical contact with a man was strange to you back then.
Everything slowly started to feel natural between you and Mingyu. Now, it was as if someone took a hammer and smashed your perception to pieces. The air was suddenly stifling and you were overly-conscious about how Mingyuâs chest swelled whenever you adjusted your hold on him.
He set you down once he reached the front door of your building. You had mostly sobered up by now, though you were certain you would lose your footing if you took the stairs instead of the elevator.
By the time you two had reached your door, you were already going off on some tangent about how you technically had more sexual experience than Mingyu, despite your total confusion over the actual mechanics of intercourse.
He kicked off his shoes before walking into your living room. âI think youâre underestimating me. Just because Iâm saving my first time doesnât mean I have zero experience whatsoever.â
âSaving it for me,â you teased.
âGod,â Mingyu hissed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if your words were truly headache-inducing (but it was mostly to hide his blush). âI never shouldâve told you that.â
âHey, you canât take it back now.â A giggle bubbled from your lips. âYou think Iâm cute.â
âI didnât say cute.â
âIâm repeating exactly what Jungwoo told me.â
âNo, he downplayed it for you. I told himââMingyu had turned to you fully, placing his hands on your shoulders and letting them slide down to your forearmsââthat youâreâŠâ It was as if he snapped out of some sort of trance, shaking his head to stop himself from rambling. âNever mind. Forget what I said.â
âWhat?!â you exclaimed, pushing at his chest. Hard. âYou canât just say that and back out!â
He winced, shooting you those puppy dog eyes that always made you melt. âIâll tell you one day.â
âAnd that day better be today, âcauseââ
âOne day,â he repeated. âItâs too late now. We have a busy day tomorrow.â Mingyu squeezed your forearms gently before letting go and fishing out his phone and keys from his pockets. âIâll take the couch.â
âWhoa, hold on. What do we have tomorrow?â
The corner of his lip raised in amusement, nearly going unnoticed. âWe have that contract to get to, donât we?â
Obviously, you werenât able to get any sleep when Mingyuâs words kept sending butterflies to your stomach.
It took an hour of tossing and turning for you to finally get some sleep. That smirk of his kept replaying in your head, flashing behind your eyes over and over again until you forced yourself to blink the image away.
When you woke up in the morning, it was because Mingyu gently tapped your shoulder until you stirred. Since it was a Saturday, you were hoping to sleep in, although the sunlight making Mingyuâs tanned skin glow under its rays was a pleasant sight to wake to.
He grinned, flashing his brilliant white teeth. âMorning.â
âGood morning.â You yawned. âWas the couch comfy?â
âYeah, I fucking love your couch,â he said, âbut it did get a little lonely out there.â
Your chest seized for a moment. Was that an invitation? Or was he suggesting that you could have joined him? Not to mention you could detect the faintest trace of longing in his eyes.
It was too early in the morning for you to think straight, though, so all you could do was that breathy laugh of yoursâthe one that always sounded frazzled and nervous. Laugh and change the topic.
âSo, whyâre you up so early?â
âI gotta meet up with Jeonghan real quick, but Iâll drop by later,â he explained. âForgot I agreed to go to the gym today.â
You remembered Jeonghanâthe cute senior from Kappa Sigma that always brought a different girl to their parties. You had spoken to him once or twice after Soonyoung introduced you. It was all small talk, though, nothing of significance. The only distinct memory you had of Jeonghan was how Soonyoung sent him home in an Uber during one party he was blacking out at last year only for Jeonghan to take that Uber right back to the party.
âAlright,â you mumbled, voice still thick with sleep. âYou can take the spare key.â
âSay less.â
After Mingyu left and you stretched in your bed for a while, your phone went off with several texts from Minghao. Some of them were from last night, but you had passed out by the time he started sending them.
hao: dude where are you hao: AND WHEREâS MINGYU hao: weâre about to uber back soon hao: soonyoung said he left u guys in his room and now ur both missing?? hao: wait jk i forgot i have ur locations hao: BRUH hao: oh my god hao: u gmfu hao: psa i will be extremely annoying until you spill everything
hao: GOOD MORNING hao: RISE AND SHINE hao: now spill
y/n: good morning. y/n: dot dot dot
hao: bitch hao: i'm onto you
y/n: đ y/n: wanna get breakfast? y/n: we can go to that new açai bowl place that opened up near campus y/n: i can spill then
hao: sure iâll pick you up in 10
The açai bowl place was unfortunately mediocre.
You were not impressed with the range of toppings and neither was Minghao. You two ended up settling for your regular orders with several inclusions left out. To top it off, the bowls were insanely overpriced, leaving you and Minghao thoroughly unsatisfied.
You sat at one of the tables with him, scooping granola into your mouth as you listened to him talk about his experience at the party. Apparently, Vernon started to black out as soon as they made him do a keg stand, so Minghao and Jungwoo took the liberty of taking him home and tucking him in bed. Soonyoung was scrambling around the house because the party had gotten so out-of-hand that one of the neighbors called the cops on them.
You ended up explaining how you and Mingyu ended up going home, fighting down the heat spreading across your face whenever Minghao would shoot you a knowing look. It was as if he was saying, Oh, man, you two are practically already dating.
âYeah, and about that,â he started and cleared his throat, âyou two are still virgins, right?â
Your jaw went slack for a moment, and all you could do was stare at your friend until he let out a questioning hum.
âWhat?â Minghao continued. âOkay, I havenât told the others about what I noticed or anything. I just picked up on it last night.â
You frowned before asking, âYou picked up on⊠my v-card?â
âNo.â He scoffed. âI picked up on the way you and Mingyu were acting around each other. If you guys actually had sex, thereâs no reason for you to act all shy whenever Mingyu comes near you. So, I concluded that either you two havenât fucked or you caught feelings for him.â
You swallowed hard. For the most part, Minghao had pieced it together perfectly, but you were unsure about his last presumption.
First of all, you had zero idea that you were acting shy in front of Mingyu last night. Sure, there were moments where you felt like your heart dropped to your stomach, but you didnât think it was noticeable enough for other people to pick up on it.
Second of all, you were pretty sure you were just caught up in the excitement of potentially having sex with Mingyu. Minghao was probably mistaking your anticipation for an emotion too complex for you to feel for your best friend.
Lastly, he caught your virgin self red-handed. Since you still hadnât established a proper story with Mingyu yet, there was no way you could defend yourself now. Not when you were blanking on excuses.
âH-huh?â
âYou were still acting like Little Miss Iâve Never Felt The Touch Of A Man, is what Iâm saying.â
You frowned. Okay, rude.
âFine. You got me,â you replied, sighing in defeat. âWeâre both still virgins. I really fucked up when I started running my mouth in front of you guys.â
Minghao almost seemed alarmed for a moment, but his expression relaxed. Slowly, his smile tugged into a proper laugh. It wasnât enough to wipe the mortified expression off your face, though; in fact, you felt even more humiliated.
âI knew it,â he said. âI knew there was something fishy about your story!â
âPlease donât tell the others,â you begged. âSoonyoungâs gonna hate me if he finds out I lied to him.â
Kwon Soonyoung was especially sensitive about lying. Most people were, of course, but Soonyoung prioritized trust in his relationships, whether they were platonic or romantic. Once, when he found out his ex-girlfriend lied about where she would go on Friday nights, he broke up with her a week later.
You werenât sure how he would react to your lie, but you werenât enthusiastic about finding out.
âYouâre gonna tell him eventually, though, right?â
You sighed. âI know I have to eventually. I just have to find the right timing. Things got complicated between Mingyu and I, so Iâm trying to figure that out first.â
Minghao took a sip from his Coca-Cola. âWhat happened between you and Mingyu?â
You swallowed down a mouthful of açai and granola before explaining, âSo, basically, to clear up the lie about Mingyu and I, weâve decided to lose our virginities to each other.â
âYouâre losing your virginity⊠to cover up a lie?â
âNo! I mean, technically yes, but, like, I just thinkââ
âListen,â he interrupted. âI know youâre terrible at math, but letâs put two and two together here.â Despite the offense drawn across your face, he continued, âMingyuâs been saving himself for that âspecial someone,â so obviously, he wouldnât just lose his virginity to anyone.â
âYouâre saying heâs gonna back out?â
âIâm sayingââ Minghao cut himself off and a smile spread across his face. âYou know what, Iâm gonna let you figure that out for yourself. My work here is officially done.â
âWhat?! You canât just say that and give me no context!â
He folded his arms across his chest. âVernon told me not to meddle, so Iâm going to keep my mouth shut until you see it for yourself.â
âSee what for myself?â you asked with an exasperated sigh.
âYouâll see.â
When you got home, Mingyu was already in your house with a large whiteboard in the center of your living room. Before you even opened your mouth to ask where the hell it came from, he explained that he âborrowedâ it from the community room downstairs. (You made a mental note to return it before anyone noticed it missing.)
Your head was still turning after your conversation with Minghao, and you werenât all that great at hiding your expression. As soon as you made eye contact with Mingyu, you could tell he knew something was up.
âDid something happen?â he asked.
âNothing, Iâm fine,â you replied as you shrugged off your jacket. âHow was the gym? Also, why the whiteboard?â
He grinned. Scrawled on the board in blue Expo marker were both of your names as headers for columns. Mingyu handed you a black marker and stood with one hand gripping the top of the board.
âStep one,â he started. âWe write down anything we wanna try, and then we approve or veto the options.â
You uncapped the marker. âAnything?â
âAnything.â
âNo judgment?â
âNo judgment.â
You started writing down whatever desires you had pushed down for years. Albeit short, you figured they covered all the bases. Weeks ago, you wouldnât have dreamed of admitting any of them to Mingyu; now that your relationship with him took a turn, however, it wasnât so hard to reveal them.
Next to you, Mingyu was shamelessly jotting sex positions down like he had them memorized. You peeked at his list out of the corner of your eye and nearly did a spit take. The first one on your list was kissing, but Mingyu had started off with anal.
Although he agreed to zero judgment, you were finding it hard to feel the same way.
Once you two were done, you stepped back to look at the whiteboard with its two complete lists side-by-side. Mingyuâs list was considerably longer than yours, but you stood by your own. You felt as though yours was more natural, more gradual.
Y/N
Kissing
Neck kissing
Touching
Penetrative sex
MINGYU
Anal
69
Cowgirl
Wall sex
Public sex
Phone sex
It had come to your attention that Mingyu, like every other man, was incredibly horny.
You had been worrying about the act of sex itself for ages, and your best friend was suggesting something far beyond your capabilities? You werenât even considering doing anal in the next ten years, let alone for the sake of your contract.
Mingyu snorted. âKissing.â
âYou said no judgment!â
âI thought it was cute, thatâs all,â he said, holding his hands up in surrender.
âAnyway, anal?â You scoffed. âI donât know if your list is exactly beginner level.â
âWell, thatâll just make you an expert by the end of this, wonât it?â
You couldnât stop your cheeks from heating up. âOkay, how about we start with my much more reasonable list, and then we can get to your scary, intimidating one once we actually, um⊠do the deed.â
âYou have seriously got to start just saying sex.â
âShut up.â
Mingyuâs smirk was not helping your blush one bit, so you just pretended the embarrassing warmth spreading across your chest didnât exist. Instead, you grabbed the whiteboard eraser to wipe off the ink from the word anal.
Your best friend slash fuckbuddy let out a petulant whine, so you smacked his bicep.
âI approve of the others for now,â you started shyly, âbut we start yours after my list is finished. Do you have anything from mine that you donât approve of?â
The question wasnât very sensible, considering all of your list was a prerequisite for more than half of Mingyuâs list. However, after your conversation with Minghao, you were still unsure if Mingyu actually wanted to go all the way with you.
âNope,â he answered, smiling at you with questioning eyes as if his answer had already been clear as day. âYour list is pretty tame, yâknow? Not that itâs a problem or anything.â
Before you could answer, he sucked in a sharp breath and looked over at the board again. âActually, maybe we should get rid of your first one. It might mess with, uh, rule four.â
Ah, the fourth rule: The friendship must not be ruined, and if the friendship was ever in danger of being ruined, the contract would be terminated.
You were devastated that it had come back to bite you in the ass.
In an attempt to veil your disappointment, you shrugged and turned your head away so that your best friend wouldnât see the rejection clouding your eyes.
âIâm just curious, but whyâre you against kissing?â you asked. âI mean, I just feel like itâll be awkward if we donât.â
âYou know, itâs the whole neurotransmitters and dopamine rush thing, Y/N,â he explained. If you werenât feeling so miserable about your best friend turning you down, then you probably would have giggled at his random neuroscience tidbit. âItâs such an emotional act.â
Part of you understood Mingyuâs reasoning behind avoiding kissing. If you were so affected just by his words and eye contact now, then kissing him would mess with your emotions. You werenât exactly sure if you held kissing at more of a sentimental level as Mingyu did, but you agreed that it intensified intimacy.
Before you were about to hesitantly accept his words, though, Mingyu added, âJudas, in fact, betrayed Jesus with a kiss.â
You couldnât believe those words came out of his mouth.
âYeah,â you started, âI donât think these situations are comparable.â
After gingerly prying the whiteboard eraser from your fingers, Mingyu crossed out âkissingâ from your column. The dried ink from the dry erase marker streaked across the board, leaving fragments of ink scattered about that he didnât bother wiping off. (You were a little distracted by the little zap of electricity that coursed through your veins after his fingers brushed against yours.)
Without missing a beat, Mingyu asked, âYou donât have, like, crabs or anything, right?â
âYouâre accusing me of having pubic lice?â
âWell, when you put it like that,â he mumbled, âI guess it sort of sounds like I am. I mean, I donât actually think you have crabs! I justâyou know⊠itâs good to ask.â
âNo, Mingyu, I donât have crabs.â
âGood, good.â His voice trailed off awkwardly and he leaned against the frame of the whiteboard. His unrelaxed mannerisms were making you feel nervous. âThatâs always good.â
âDo you have crabs?â
âI do. Her nameâs Clawdia, but with a w, like claw.â
âMingyu,â you warned.
âIâm kidding.â He held his hands up in defense. âNo crabs here. Except Clawdia, but she belongs to Wonwoo.â
You rolled your eyes. Mingyuâs roommate since freshman year, Jeon Wonwoo, was someone you surprisingly didnât have a lot of interactions with despite him and Mingyu being best friends. Whenever you went over to Mingyuâs place, Wonwoo was normally locked up in his room, either studying or gaming away.
Apparently, he also owned a crab.
âAlright, so,â you started in a small voice, âwhen do we start?â
His eye contact was galvanizing, sending little currents shooting up your spine. For a moment, you felt like you couldnât breathe. All you could think about was how brown Mingyuâs eyes were and how they swallowed you whole whenever his gaze set on you.
Normally, you could see glimmers of sunlight dancing across his irises. Now, the look in his eyes was almost ferocious, like two voids that sucked you in.
His lips were pressed together in a thin line, and you almost picked up on the raised pitch of his voice when he proposed, âHow about later?â
âLater sounds perfect.â
Telling white lies became increasingly easier around Kim Mingyu.
Later never came.
You were starting to experience major déjà vu because it was so like Mingyu to chicken out after giving his word. Not one phone call or text to meet up, nor did you two bring it up in day-to-day conversations.
On one particular night, though, Mingyu sent you a semi-suggestive message, asking for permission to come over. Since you figured you would be in for a long night, you made sure to shave and spritzed yourself all over with your favorite Givenchy perfume. To your dismay, Mingyu was quick to mention that he wanted to continue your Barbie movie marathon. You begrudgingly spent your night watching Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses.
(And you swore his fingers brushed against yours under the blanket you two shared, but when you glanced up at his face, flickering with the shifting TV light, he pulled his hand back faster than it happened.)
The very moment a Barbie movie would start playing, you knew that absolutely nothing would happen between you and Mingyu. And, even if he tried to initiate anything, you wouldnât reciprocate because there was no fucking way you would taint your wholesome Barbie marathon experience with sexual intercourse.
A week flew by without any follow-up on the contract, but you supposed you were partly to blame, too. There were several times where you could have brought up the topic yourself, but you were just as hesitant as Mingyu. Talking about it was one thing, but acting on your hormones was a feat of its own.
All the waiting and anticipation over Mingyu hopefully making a move was simply making you hornier. It was hard to even think properly whenever you started daydreaming of his lips on top of yours, dragging down your neck, moving down your bodyâ
ââand thatâs why you will be receiving twenty boxes of Connect Fours.â Soonyoung finished, causing you to snap out of whatever fantasy was playing in your head.
You blinked. âExcuse me?â
âI donât really know how to articulate myself better here,â he said. âTwenty boxes of Connectââ
âNo, no, I heard what you said,â you interrupted, âbut why the fuck?â
He waved your question off. âThatâs not important. Whatâs important is that you let me know when you get those twenty boxes.â He flashed you a grin and a thumbs-up when you just nodded, dazed. âThanks. This is why I love you.â
You took a nervous sip from your vanilla milkshake. (Soonyoung worked for the Undergraduate Student Council, which meant you could exploit him for his free dining dollars.)
You couldnât help but feel crushing guilt every time you spoke to Soonyoung, especially when you two were hanging out one-on-one like this. Mingyu had been harping on and on about how it wasnât that big of a deal, but maybe it was because the thought of losing your virginity was such a huge deal to you that you kept brooding over your lie.
And, to make matters worse, all you could think about was Mingyu because you were horny out of your mind. The longer he stayed away from you, the longer you kept thinking about him. You almost wished he hadnât initiated this stupid contract if he wasnât going to follow through with it.
âHey, look, itâs your walking wet dream,â Soonyoung said, and lo and behold, there he was: Kim Mingyu fitted in a sleeveless white shirt and gray sweatpants.
He was walking with Jungwoo, whom you assumed came from the gym, too. Mingyuâs hair was damp and matted to his neck, and his muscles were accentuated by a faint sheen of sweat. They didnât notice you and Soonyoung at first, too occupied with their own conversation, but after Soonyoung hollered from the table you two were sitting at, the two men started looking around until they spotted you.
Maybe you were seeing things, but it was almost like Mingyu seized up at the sight of you.
âY/N!â Jungwoo was looking at you as if a lightbulb just went off in his head. âIâm formally inviting you to join Kappa Sigma in Vegas this weekend.â When you were about to protest, he continued, âApparently, Chanâs date flaked on him last minute, so heâs looking for someone else to go with him.â
You folded your arms across your chest. âSo whatâs the catch?â
âNo catch. You get to go to Vegas for free and hang out with me and Soonyoung.â
âSeriously?â
Soonyoung grinned. âCâmon, itâs Sin City.â
Mingyu scoffed. âWait, this weekend? Isnât that kind of short notice?â
âItâs Vegas, and everythingâs covered. All you have to do is pack a bag or two.â Jungwoo clicked his tongue before patting Mingyuâs chest. âYou wonât mind, right? Yâknow, since you two fucked and all.â
âJungwoo!â you screeched, horrified by his blunt wording.
âWhat? Itâs true.â
Mingyu lowered his gaze. âIt just happened once. No big deal.â
âSee, Mingyu doesnât have any hard feelings,â Soonyoung said, elbowing you gently in an attempt to lighten your mood. âYou have Chanâs number, right? Just shoot him a text when you decide.â
You nodded half-heartedly. Some sort of sick grief pressed against your lungs, snaking its way up your throat and making it hard to breathe. It grew hotter and hotter until you had to swallow it down before any tears started rolling down your cheeks.
âWe gotta get to our next class,â Jungwoo said, jerking a thumb in Mingyuâs direction, âbut just say yes! Think about it: free hotel, free transportation, free drinksâweâve got you covered.â
âYeah,â you muttered, huffy. âMaybe I will.â
You felt stupid. Completely and utterly stupid.
Kim Mingyu, although easy on the eyes, was proving to be quite difficult for your heart.
It wasnât like you two were dating, nor had either of you even kickstarted your friends with benefits relationship, so there was no reason for you to be upset over his words. As many times as you tried to push it down, you kept seeing his twisted expression when he uttered those three words that pricked you like thorns. No big deal.
No big deal that you felt like crying your eyes out over Kim Mingyu, who wasnât even anything to you other than a friend. No big deal that you were curled up on your couch, watching a TV show that you were barely paying attention to, but the noise made you feel less alone. No big deal that you were scooping your cookies and cream ice cream into your mouth, thinking about how it was his favorite flavor.
The stupid part was that Mingyu was just covering up your mess. You two didnât even have sex, and he was just going along with the lie that you came up with. There was no logical reason for you to be mad at him.
And you realized that logic wasnât often involved in matters of the heart, anyway.
A knock came at your door at approximately 9:15 p.m.âright when you were about to take a shower and drag yourself to bed. You figured it was Mingyu before you even opened it because no one else would show up uninvited.
âHey,â he said, taking note of your disheveled appearance with an agonizingly slow sweep of his eyes. An ugly part of your heart wanted to believe he possibly could have been checking you out. âAre you busy right now?â
âI was just doing my assignment, but itâs due tomorrow, so Iâm chilling.â
âSorry, I shouldâve called or texted.â
You shook your head. âNo, itâs all good. Did you need anything?â
You could see him visibly swallow before asking, âCan I come in?â As soon as you opened the door wider, letting Mingyu step through the entry-way, he turned to you and let his shoulders sag. âI feel like I fucked up somehow.â
âYou didnât fuck up,â you said, keeping your back turned to him as you closed and locked your door. Your hand lingered on the door knob for a moment until you pulled away and headed to your living room, hardly sparing Mingyu a glance. âYou were just covering for our lie.â
That clearly wasnât what was plaguing Mingyu, though. Even after you clarified that he hadnât done anything wrong, it still looked like something was bothering him. His eyes were hard and his jaw was jutting out, which was what his face usually set into when he was sulking.
âAre you really going to Vegas?â he asked, then added, âWith Chan?â
You shrugged. âI donât know yet. It sounds fun. I mean, theyâre covering practically everything for me, so I might.â
The reality was that you didnât care if you went to Vegas or not. Sure, you were more interested after finding out that you didnât have to pay for transportation or the hotel. Plus, getting to spend time with Jungwoo and Soonyoung away from your college town sounded like a fun experience.
However, you didnât like the idea of being Chanâs replacement date. You also didnât want him to feel obligated to go with you just because he had no one else to go with. You also didnât know what being his date actually entailed because you didnât want the whole weekend to consist of his frat brothers egging him on to make a move on you.
Like Mingyu said, it was short notice. You were definitely going to feel stressed about making plans for Vegas when it was days away. Not only did you have to pack, but you had to make sure you were all caught up on your schoolwork before you spent your weekend drinking and partying. It didnât help that you werenât even done with your assignments due tomorrow.
Mingyu frowned. âYou do realize itâs this weekend, right? And youâre probably gonna have to skip your Friday classes to make it.â
âYeah, I realize that.â You scoffed. âI donât see why it concerns you, though, considering you and I have both skipped classes before just because we didnât feel like going. Do you not want me to go or something?â
âItâs completely your decision.â
âIf itâs completely my decision, then why are you here? And why are we talking about this?â
He faltered, stammering over words that he couldnât string together before saying, âLook, itâs your choice whether you go or not. Iâm not gonna sit here and tell you I donât want you to go.â
You paused. A stupid jolt of your heart made you ask, âYou donât want me to go?â
âI didnât say that.â
âYou literally just did.â
Mingyu took a moment to replay his own words in his head, his expression morphing from confused to dumbfounded in a matter of seconds. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before letting out a heavy sigh.
âOkay, yeah,â he said, âbut I didnât say that to change your mind or anything.â
âWell, if youâre gonna bring it up, then at least give me a reason to stay,â you said with an exasperated breath, âor else why should I pass up a free trip to Vegas?â
He pulled away quicker than it happened. One minute you were frustrated, and the next you felt Mingyuâs soft lips pressed against yours for a brief moment. Then, you were frustrated again because it was over so soon. You were blinking away your shock as Mingyuâs hair tickled your face before pulling back.
He kissed you.
Kim Mingyu kissed you.
âYou could just stay here,â he murmured in that velvety voice of his, reaching over to card a hand through your hair, brushing that one spot under your ear that made you shudder, âwith me.â
Your eyes followed his movements while the rest of your body was frozen, stunned by the sudden physical contact. Mingyuâs voice grew huskier and his eyes darker, but all you could think about were how big his hands were as his fingers ghosted your collarbone.
His lips tugged up in amusement because from one glance, anyone could tell he had an effect on you. There was no denying the electric current running through your body; it was making it harder and harder for you to resist him.
You wasted no time in pulling him down by his collar and kissed him with earnest longing tucked into the corners of your lips.
He didnât reciprocate until his eyes glazed over with lust, and then Mingyu was grabbing at your waist and pulling you closer. His touch burned, nearly making you flinch underneath the pads of his fingers. If you were being perfectly honest with yourself, there were times where you imagined his lips on yours like thisâa thought that crept into your head whenever you saw girls chatting him up at parties.
In sophomore year, Mingyu had a thing with a girl named Hayoung for a few months. There wasnât a party that would go by without you seeing Mingyu in a corner with her, whispering little secrets that they would laugh at. That was also the year when you became scarily good at hiding your lingering stares. You eventually mastered the art of people-watching without being caught.
And, deep down, you were probably jealous.
And that was probably why you felt like you were in the clouds when Mingyuâs lips were finally on yours.
The two of you were soon engulfed in a cloud of lust once Mingyu nipped at your bottom lip with his sharp canines and slid his tongue into your mouth. You let slip a sound that was something between a whimper and exhale, but it was quickly muffled by Mingyuâs mouth pressing harder against yours, licking into your mouth eagerly. It was as if your lips were molding together in perfect harmony.
It felt as though time melted away, pooling at your feet until you couldnât move one bit. You felt Mingyuâs big hands ravage down your body while yours were looped around his neck. Just when he started tugging at your clothes, he pulled back and sucked in a sharp breath to ground himself.
You did the same, letting your chest rise and fall steadily as you stared up at him with hints of lust in your eyes that hadnât ebbed away just yet.
A few moments of silence passed before Mingyu looked toward the whiteboard that you had moved up against the wall.
âWhy was kissing on your list, anyway?â he pressed. âYouâve already done it before, so itâs not like itâs anything new to you.â You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Nothing was making sense in your own head. Mingyu stepped closer to you and let his gaze fall to your lips. âIs there another reason?â
You two were impossibly close. So close that you could smell the cologne wafting off him. Feel the cold metal of his chain against your skin.
You were positive that Mingyu could pick up on the nervous hitch in your breathing. Your stomach knotted tighter and tighter as he towered over you, and your heart bruised against your rib cage with how hard it was beating.
âI guess I just felt like I wanted to kiss you,â you admitted, dropping your voice so low that it was barely audible.
But Mingyu heard it. It was clear by the unmistakable grin that stretched across his face.
Always the gentleman, Mingyu asked, âDoes that mean weâre ready for step two?â
âWhatâs step two?â
âStep two on losing your virginity,â Mingyu announced with a dramatic flourish of his wrist to amplify his theatrical voice, âis to set the mood.â
You were pretty sure you and Mingyu already had a good mood going on until he interrupted to announce that.
âWait, so you were waiting forâŠâ You cut yourself off, shaking your head in disbelief as your eyes focused on his sheepish grin.
âYou have to actually want me so that we can start,â he reasoned. âI canât, like, make you feel good if youâre not into it.â
âBut you knew I was attracted to you. I literally called you a âwalking wet dreamâ in front of all our friends.â
âThatâs different. You finding me hot isnât the same as wanting to kiss me.â
âO-okay,â you stammered, âbut how do I know if you feel the same way or not?â
âWell,â Mingyu started in that low, husky voice of his, setting his hands on your hips after a beat of hesitation and pulling you closer, âI could just show you.â
His breath was hot against your ear, and you felt as if it lulled you into some sort of trance as he pulled you toward him. Closer and closer until he was sitting on your couch and pulling you on top of him. Before you could even straddle Mingyu properly, he started planting kisses up the column of your neck. Each one grew more hungry than the last as he nipped and sucked at your tender skin.
This was not happening.
Well, of course this was supposed to happen, but you hadnât exactly mentally prepared yourself for this very moment. The very moment when you and Mingyu would physically cross the line of friendship.
âThat feel good?â he purred against your skin, the vibrations making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. The fire in his stare made you feel like putty in his hands.
âMmhm,â was all you could muster without falling apart, so you just wrapped your arms around him tighter.
You winced when he bit down on a particularly sensitive patch of your flesh. For a while, Mingyu just sucked and nipped at the side of your neck until he was pulling back and you were whining for more. His thumb brushed against the bluish-black mark he created, and you could only imagine how much concealer you were going to need to cover it up.
His lips attached to your neck again. For a moment, you thought he was going to give you another hickey until his pecks traveled up all the way to kiss a tender spot under your ear, and then you two froze for a few seconds, not knowing how to proceed. Mingyuâs lips tugged into a frown as he looked at you with an inquisitive hum.
His gaze fell to your lips. âShould I justââ
He cut you off with a swift, experimental peck to your lips. A small smile tugged at his lips when he saw how flustered you looked after.
âMingyu,â you said in a small voice, âI thought you said no kissing?â
âI donât care anymore.â
Once again, his lips chased yours until he successfully captured them in a searing kiss. You immediately melted in his hold, and even though part of you was screaming at the other half to stop and think about what you and your best friend were doing, all you cared about was the way Mingyu pulled you closer by the waist, higher onto his lap.
Yet, although you were unbearably horny, you still flinched when Mingyuâs fingers slid under your shirt and sprawled out against your bare midriff.
He froze instantly and then drew his hands back until they were resting on your thighs. You couldnât help but let out a disappointed sigh, curling your hands into fists so that your nails were pressing crescent-shaped indents into your palms.
You shook your head, your breath stuttering in your chest. âIâm sorry. Iâm all good. I just need toââ
âNo, no, donât apologize,â Mingyu said, reaching over to brush your hair out of your face. His other hand stayed on your thigh and gave you a comforting squeeze. âWeâre doing this at your pace, remember? We can stop whenever you want.â
But even though he said the right words to put you at ease, you still couldnât help but feel frustrated with yourself. You just didnât understand why you had that mental block keeping you from going further. The mixture of discontent and irritation painted across your face was clear as day. But you didnât want to feel like an idiot in front of Mingyu, so you uncurled your fists and placed your hands on his chest instead.
âCan we try again tomorrow?â you asked shyly.
A single angry tear slid down your cheek, which Mingyu took notice of and promptly wiped from your face with his thumb.
âOf course.â His eyes were a little wide, like he was momentarily buffering while he was trying to figure out how to comfort you. His eyes darted around the room before they settled on the TV remote you kept neatly on top of a stack of books on the coffee table. âWanna continue our marathon? I think weâre on Island Princess now.â
After you nodded, Mingyu gently helped you off his lap so that you two could watch the movie together. As he toyed with your remote, you couldnât help but glance at his arms, watching his biceps flex under his shirt. You thought about how they were just circled around your body, and you soon wished his touch was back on your skin.
A short while into the movie, Mingyuâs hand found itself on top of your knee, and you bit back a small smile as it stayed there for the rest of the night.
Mingyu spent another night on the couchâaccidentally, because you two fell asleep in the middle of Barbie and the Island Princessâbut, this time, you ended up spending the night right next to him.
Of course, nothing happened other than you tossing and turning a few times due to Mingyuâs snores and prying yourself out of his grip so that you could nestle into your blanket. It was an unfortunate fate that you and Mingyu wound up waking up on opposite sides of the couch.
You kept your eyes screwed shut after you woke up, though, choosing to wallow in your own thoughts for the first ten minutes of your day. You couldnât get over what happened between you and Mingyu last night, and it was making you dread the thought of facing him once you opened your eyes. You were praying that he wouldnât regret what went down.
It made you feel better that he didnât shy away from you during the movie. He even made some light jokes about what you two did, which, at the very least, made you glad that he wasnât having second thoughts.
(âI donât know why they didnât call you Captain Chastity By Choice,â Mingyu blurted out while scooping popcorn into his mouth. âWe already knocked out half your list.â)
âMorning,â he grumbled in that husky morning voice that made your stomach feel like you were free-falling off a cliff. His soft, sleepy eyes gave you a once-over before he said, âI know youâre awake, Y/N.â
You had been peeking at him through barely-open eyes, but you gave up your farce and straightened up to face him properly.
âGood morning,â you greeted back. âSleep well?â
He hummed before leaning in to peck your lipsâa gesture that caught you off-guard because you didnât think he would just start casually kissing you whenever. It felt far too intimate for you to brush it off as hormones acting up. You didnât have the time to ask Mingyu why he did that before he started complaining.
You thought back to the whiteboard where Mingyu crossed out kissing, leaving behind faint traces of dry ink.
âSort of,â he replied with a pout. âYou stole the blanket! I had to curl up in the corner because I was freezing.â
He was rubbing small circles on your thigh with his thumb as he spoke, and you wondered if he knew the effect he had on you.
âBy the way,â he continued, âI have an idea.â
âWhatâs your idea?â
âLetâs not make sex our goal. We can start slow todayâmaybe just foreplay until youâre comfortable with me.â He straightened up and crossed his legs so that he could face you. âNo oneâs taken the time to make you feel comfortable first, right?â
You recalled your list of unsuccessful trysts, starting with good old Mark Lee, who unfortunately became reduced to an inside joke in your friend group. After that, you were only intimate with two other men in your college years.
One was Choi Yeonjun, who you stopped while he was in the middle of stripping down so that you could make your escape. He was hot and all, but your nerves caught up to you by the time his tongue was down your throat. The other was Lee Minho, who was an absolute sweetheart, but you ended up calling an Uber to take you home after you saw his (somewhat intimidating) hard-on.
They were quite embarrassing recollections.
âYouâre gonna spend the whole day making me feel comfortable?â you asked, and there was a hopeful gleam in your eyes that made Mingyu feel like he was a supernova among stars.
âIf thatâs what it takes.â
You had to appreciate Mingyuâs commitment.
After making pancakes for you and showing you Reddit stories on TikTok as you ate (which you also spent nearly an hour dissecting afterward), he got right to pulling you onto his lap and tracing a path up and down your forearms. Of course, he let you keep scrolling through his TikTok because you had gotten so immersed in the Reddit stories. Mingyu offered commentary as you two listened to each one under your new favorite profile of the hour.
âHer boyfriend invited another girl to his team dinner?â Mingyu gasped upon hearing the further details, still ghosting his large hands along your arms.
âNot the asshole,â you confirmed at the end with an adamant nod. âHe was totally shutting her down when she told him she was uncomfortable.â
âHeâs definitely got feelings for the other girl.â
You nearly sucked in a breath at his words. For whatever reason, the very mention of feelings made your nerves feel like cut wire. It was probably because whatever you and Mingyu had become was toeing the line of situationship.
Later, you ended up laying on top of him as a random Disney movie played on your TV. You didnât exactly remember the process of you two choosing what to watch, but neither of you paid any attention after Mingyu slipped his hands past the hem of your shirt. The pads of his fingers burned against your skin as he drew circles on your bare waist.
âHigher,â you whispered.
Mingyu hummed inquisitively, peering down at you with an amused smile. He ran his hands up your torso so that his fingers rested right under the underwire of your bra.
âLike that?â he asked, and the teasing inflection in his voice made it clear that he was waiting for you to beg for more. And, oh, he loved the look on your face as you fought down your embarrassment. You shook your head before he cooed, âNo?â
âNo,â you echoed, âhigher.â
Mingyuâs fingers slid up just enough to feel the wiring lining your bra cups. He frowned and moved one hand to the small of your back, snaking his hand up until he was holding onto the clasp.
âMind if I get this out of the way?â
âGo ahead.â
He unclasped your bra with expert precision, his fingers working effortlessly to undo the hook. Your eyes were practically bugging open as you felt the fabric fall from your chest, wondering where in the world Mingyu learned how to do that. You didnât have the mind to ask, though, because as soon as your bra straps came loose and fell down your shoulders, Mingyuâs hands cupped your breasts and squeezed experimentally.
This was probably the farthest you had gone in terms of physical touch, and you didnât feel strange at all. Something about Mingyuâs touch was comforting, like the warmth of the sun enveloping you whole.
He rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, making you wince upon contact. You didnât realize you were so sensitive already. It was clearly affecting Mingyu, too; you could feel something hard poking your thigh, and from what you gathered, it was impressively large under his sweatpants.
âSo,â you started, a little too nervous for your liking, âall this is supposed to help me feel comfortable during sex?â
âYeah, I worked it all out in my head,â Mingyu said between intervals of circling your nipple with his thumb and kissing your neck. âThis is all part of my extremely helpful guide to helping you lose your virginity.â
âI wouldnât call it extremely helpful, considering youâre a virgin yourself.â You laughed when Mingyu pouted in response. âWhat? Iâm just saying I donât think you have the credentials.â
âI will inââhe proceeded to check an imaginary watch on his wristââtwo business days.â
Two business days, as in the two days Soonyoung and Jungwoo had left for their Vegas trip. Mingyu was determined for you both to lose your virginities by then, although he reassured you over and over again that you could always speak up if you needed more time.
You had been getting several updates from Soonyoung and Jungwoo throughout the day. Apparently, Chan ended up going stag, but last night you saw two girls draped over him on Jungwooâs Snapchat story. It made you feel a little less bad about turning down being his date.
âPlus,â Mingyu continued, âI have no problem getting naked right now. Youâre the one whoâs holding back.â
There was a challenging fire in your eyes. âYou have no problem?â
âNope.â
âAlright.â You put your hands over Mingyuâs and pushed them away from your body. âThen strip. Getting comfortable being naked means we have to actually be naked, right?â
âThat means you have to undress, too.â
âFine.â
He looked amused. âFine.â
Fuck.
You were nervous.
And surprisingly, it wasnât the thought of being naked in front of Mingyu that made you nervous, it was seeing your best friend completely nude that had you worried. It was no surprise to anyone that Mingyu was a looker, and you werenât sure you were ready what he looked like under those clothes.
Mingyu gently moved you off of him and stood up to start stripping off his pants and shirt. His shirt came off in a single, swift motion, revealing his toned, muscular body. Years of work were etched in the grooves of his abdomen, his soft stomach complemented by strong muscle. Mingyu was never the type to show off his body at the gym, but you were starting to wish you were prepared for how gorgeous he was. Â
Next, he pushed his sweatpants down until the fabric swamped his ankles. You swallowed hard when you saw the growing bulge in his boxers, but seconds later you were looking at how his hard cock stood right up as soon as his boxers had been discarded somewhere across your living room floor.
He was huge.
âYour turn,â he murmured.
You felt your pulse race.
âThatâs not fitting inside me,â you blurted out, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. âThereâs no way that fits inside me.â
âItâll fit, Y/N,â he replied softly, reaching forward to take your hands in his. âIâll do everything I can to make it fit comfortably, and if it doesnât work out, then we can just keep trying at whatever pace works for you.â You looked skeptical but Mingyu held up his pinky finger. âPromise.â
There was no room for you to doubt him when he was looking at you with those big, hopeful eyes. So, you hooked your pinky finger with his and smiled when he helped you take off your shirt, still keeping your fingers interlocked.
Since you normally slept without a bra, your torso was fully bare once your shirt was off, so Mingyu nearly choked on his spit when he saw you. You moved your free hand to slide your shorts down while his eyes were fixed on the swell of your breasts.
âCan I motorboat your tits?â he asked bluntly.
You snorted immediately, taken aback by his straightforward question. Not only that, but your pinky fingers were still hooked togetherâa rather intimate gesture followed by a vulgar question.
âWhoa there, Sex Education. Letâs take it down a notch.â
He chuckled before sitting back down on the couch. You thought he wouldâve wanted to take care of his hard-on, but Mingyu just held out his arms to you.
âWhat?â you asked, letting him grab your waist and pull you flush to his chest. Your brows furrowed more when he grabbed the TV remote from your coffee table. âWhatâre you doing?â
âWe have to finish Barbie and the Island Princess, donât we?â
You gave him a look before it clicked for you. This was all part of Mingyuâs plan to make you feel comfortableâpushing your limits and then settling for something that would put you at easeâso you cozied up to him and let him play the movie.
A demure smile stretched across your face. âOnly if we can cuddle.â
âAs my lady commands,â he joked, and then you were both laughing.
(And, spoiler: he did more than cuddle.
The way he kissed you made you feel like you were standing on hot coals. His tongue was halfway down your throat and his hands ran up and down your sides. You kissed him until your lungs burned for oxygen and you had to pull back for air. Mingyu peppered love bites all over your body and, by the end of the night, you two were a tangled mess of limbs on the floor with your sweat matting your hair down.
But, most importantly, you two finally got through Barbie and the Island Princess.)
There were a few reasons why Mingyu was roommates with Jeon Wonwoo.
He specifically chose not to room with someone in the friend group for two reasons: the first reason was because Wonwooâs living habits aligned more with his, and the second reason was to avoid any possibility of ruining the friendship dynamic. Mingyu had his fair share of horror roommate stories, dating back to freshman year when his roommate in the dorms lived like a slob and muttered borderline psychopathic threats in his sleep. You remembered countless nights when Mingyu would knock at your door and ask if he could sleep on the floor.
For Mingyu, Wonwoo was his only saving grace since sophomore year.
You had gone to their room a few times, but you never overstayed your welcome. Although Wonwoo never complained, you felt guilty every time he walked out of his room with AirPods in. It was like he knew to block you out when he heard you coming in.
Today, since Mingyu had been working on code all day, you offered to bring him boba from the farmerâs market that you went to with Ryujin.
You double-checked the label on the side before handing him the drink. âStrawberry matcha.â
âThanks. Iâve been deprived of boba since fall semester.â He grinned as he tore the plastic wrapping his straw was in. Mingyu popped the straw into the sealing film and took a sip before handing it to you. âWant some?â
âSure.â You graciously took the cup to sip the delicious fruity blend. Shyly, you added, âItâs also a thank you⊠for last night. You actually helped a lot.â
You could tell Mingyu was fighting down a smirk; you could practically hear it in his tone. âOh, did I?â
âYeah, I actually did feel a lot more comfortable after all that.â
He flashed you a bright grin. âSee? Itâs the guide.â
âUh-huh, sure.â
âIâm serious! Itâs effective, isnât it?â He set his drink down to turn his chair and look up at you properly. âYou may think I thought of all that on a whim, but I really put extensive thought into it.â
You had to give him credit for the whole scientific method thing he had going on. You wondered if Mingyuâs consecutive six years of participation in the science fair had prepared him for this very moment.
âExtensive thought,â you echoed. âWhat? Did you write it all down in a notebook or something?â You laughed it off like it was a joke, but when Mingyuâs expression didnât budge, you realized that you had hit the nail on the head. âOh my god, you wrote it down!â
Mingyu huffed. âItâs not even that big of a deal! Writing stuff down helps me organize my thoughts.â
âWell, can I see it?â
âHell no.â
âJust tell me which notebook you wrote it in.â
âNo, âcause then youâre gonna look at it later.â
Mingyu thought he was subtle enough to pick up the notebook in front of him and move it away from your reach. Rookie mistake.
Your eyes followed his movements.
âThatâs the one, isnât it?â you asked, pointing at the red notebook that youâve seen Mingyu jot notes down in before. He always carried it in his school bag, and you were starting to piece together why you hadnât seen it around lately.
âN-no.â
âYouâre such a bad liar, Gyu.â You hardly noticed his hands finding the backs of your thighs and pulling you down to straddle his knees. âWill you ever let me see it?â
âMaybe,â he replied, âor I can just show you what I have planned.â
It was then when you realized that the front of Mingyuâs jeans did look strained. The visible outline of his bulge made you unconsciously clench, which he smirked at once he felt the pulsation against his leg. You werenât even sure if he was fully hard, but you could definitely feel him through your cotton shorts once you were pulled onto his thighs.
His lips found yours in seconds. Days ago, this was something you were hesitant about doing, but now it came more naturally. Your hands moved in a familiar path from his chest to loop around his neck, and then it was like a switch turned on for your best friend.
You broke from the kiss for air and you both looked down, foreheads touching as Mingyu grabbed your ass with rough hands and helped you grind down on him. Your head clouded over, and all you could think about was moving your hips to meet his so that you could chase the growing ache between your legs.
âThatâs right,â he rasped. âThatâs a good girl.â
Oh, if he knew the effect his words had on you. You were shamefully ruining the front of his jeans with how aroused you were.
At this point, his hardened length felt massive under you, so you lifted your hips to see just how big his pants had tented up. Mingyuâs grip on you loosened and he lowered his head, embarrassed. Before he could apologize, though, you got off his lap and sank to your knees.
Ever-so-sweetly, you asked, âCan I help?â
You swore you had never seen Mingyu look so blown away in his life.
âA-are you sure?â
âOf course.â You pouted. âYouâve been doing so much for me, and I wanna make you feel good, too.â You balanced your forearms on his knees and grinned up at him, watching his Adamâs apple bob nervously. âSo, can I?â
âPlease,â he nearly whimpered, fumbling with his zipper to get his jeans and black Calvin Klein boxers down. You helped him out graciously, tugging the fabric down to his ankles and marveling at his cock once it sprung up, curved slightly to your left. Mingyu nearly fell apart when he saw you between his legs, letting out an eager groan. âJesus Christ, Y/N.â
âYouâre really big,â you mumbled, tracing his v-line accentuated by his taut muscles, then his hip, and then the long vein that ran down his shaft with your thumb.
You werenât even sure if you would be able to take all of him in your mouth. Plus, this wasnât exactly your area of expertise. You knew this wasnât Mingyuâs first time receiving head, so you were slightly intimidated. You were slightly terrified about possibly not being good at sucking dick, but you figured your mouth could do a better job than his right hand.
But you had already come this far.
Mingyuâs hand carded through your hair, pulling it back from your face. The gesture only made your confidence falter, wanting to just melt like putty in his grip. You reached out to wrap your hand around his shaft, surprised how rock-hard it was. That just made it all the more nerve-wracking to take him down your throat.
He seemed to pick up on your hesitation, gently asking, âWant me to talk you through it?â
You looked up at him and nodded, flushing hotly when you saw his sincere eyes gleam with amusement.
âOpen your mouth,â he instructed, grabbing your jaw and gently pressing down on your bottom lip with his thumb. You obeyed and parted your lips just enough for him to slide his thumb into your mouth. âWider.â
You complied. Mingyu adjusted his hips quickly before encouraging you with a nudge to put your mouth over the head of his cock. You wrapped your lips over his tip, licking off the precum that beaded his slit, and Mingyu hissed sharply.
He let out a sharp breath and let his gaze fly to the ceiling, gripping the arm of his chair. âFuck, Y/N.â
Mingyu calling out your name so desperately only spurred you to take more of his cock until it hit the roof of your mouth. You were addicted to the sounds of his whimpers, relishing each high-pitched whine from him as you licked the underside of his head. Before, you thought the act of giving head was just extra work for women, but now you were starting to see why it was so addicting. Every moan and cry from Mingyu just made your pride inflate.
You looked up at him through your lashes to see the breathtaking view of his head thrown back and neck veins strained. Mingyuâs hips bucked up slightly, but he fought down his moans to make sure Wonwoo didnât hear anything.
âSorry,â he grunted out, eyes screwed shut in pure bliss. âCouldnât help it.â
You pulled off of him for a moment to reply, âI donât mind if you do it again.â
âReally?â His voice was almost breathless, half-surprised and half-excited.
You nodded, and Mingyu regained his composure a little so that he could sit up and slide his hand into your hair once more. Your lips wrapped around his cock again and sucked gently on his impressive length. His fingers buried themselves into your hair for leverage so that he could hold onto you while he started slowly moving his hips into your mouth.
With the way Mingyu was moving, you could feel the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. He looked at you for confirmation to continue, so you nodded eagerly and sat up higher on your knees to take him in fully.
The first push into your mouth he did was meekâjust enough to get the tip of his head down your throat. You tried to relax your throat to take him in easier, blinking back a few stray tears that were brought on by your gag reflex. The second push was a little stronger, getting a little deeper, which roused a moan out of you. Mingyu must have felt the vibration in his cock because he groaned and bucked his hips into your mouth rougher. His thumb found your bottom lip and rubbed it gently, as if he was prying it open wider.
âFuck, Y/N, your mouth feels so good,â Mingyu breathed out, soft grunts and curses falling from his lips as he went faster.
His free hand wiped away the tears that started streaming down your cheeks. You were past the point of slight discomfort now, and now you were too focused on listening to Mingyuâs pretty moans to think about anything else.
Without any proper warning, Mingyuâs entire body tensed up and he let out a loud groan, shooting his cum down your throat. He threw his head back, and then his whole body relaxed. His grip on your hair tightened and loosened. You squeezed your eyes shut and swallowed down his load before you pulled off of him, watching his chest heave as he tried to control his breathing.
âF-fuck, Iâm sorry,â he apologized profusely. Still winded from his own high, Mingyu was stumbling over his own words. âI didnât⊠didnât think it would happen that fast.â He opened his eyes again and nearly fell apart at the sight of you. âFuck. Did you really swallow?â
You nodded, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. âYeah, I remember Jungwoo told me before that spitters are quitters, or something like that.â
The tension was thick in the room. Although you intended for your comment to lighten things up, the look in Mingyuâs eyes only darkened.
âCome here.â
You could only squeak in surprise as Mingyu pulled you up to kiss him, his rough hands cupping your cheeks. He didnât seem to care that he was tasting himself on your tongue, and the act only made you moan against his lips. Seconds stretched into minutes before he pulled back.
âMy turn,â he said. âTake off your shorts and get on the bed.â
You were reaching to tug down your shorts before he had even finished talking. After sitting down on the edge of your bed, your fingers flew down to tug at your underwear, but Mingyu got to it before you did. He knelt so that he was between your thighs, looking up at you carefully as he slid the cloth past your ankles and lifted one of your legs higher before propping it over his shoulder.
He pulled you in by the hips, dragging his nose up your middle thigh until it reached the apex of your legs. You looked down at Mingyu, breath hitching as you put your other leg over his free shoulder. His hands slid up your thighs and gripped your hips tightly. His long fingers were splayed out at your abdomen, and you felt your stomach flutter.
âNo oneâs ever gone down on you, huh?â he asked, and you confirmed his statement with a shake of your head. âJust sit back and let me do all the work, then.â
Your nerves caught up to you for a moment. You started to overthink, wondering if the position you were in was unflattering, or if you even tasted good down there, or if Mingyu was only doing this because he felt obligated.
But then he circled your clit with his tongue and you couldnât think at all.
You cut yourself off by slapping a hand over your mouth, trying to muffle the moan that threatened to slip. Your train of thought had completely derailed when Mingyu licked a long stripe between your folds. His eyes were half-lidded, clouded with lust as he flattened his tongue against your cunt to taste you better. A soft groan from him vibrated through your core and up your spine.
Your back arched almost immediately. âOhâoh my god.â
He started kissing your cunt, and god, it all felt so dirty. You had never felt this way before, and now that you knew that Mingyuâs tongue could make you feel this good, you were starting to see the full appeal of sex. He paused to suck on your clit, and you felt like you were short-circuiting while he ate you out like a man starved.
A pressure started building. You grew anxious and shot right up, tugging on Mingyuâs hair. He was unaware of your panic at first, and then he lifted his head once he felt you tap his shoulder repeatedly. Once his mouth was gone, though, you felt that pressure ebbing away.
âSomething wrong?â he asked. âNeed me to stop?â
You had to push down all of your shame to admit, âI think I have to use the bathroom.â
To your surprise, Mingyu just laughed. âThe bathroom?â
âIâm serious!â You flushed, and the warmth that prickled your skin was different this time.
âI promise you, thatâs not what youâre feeling,â he said, rubbing your thigh with his thumb in slow circles. His voice was gentle, like he was trying to soothe your nerves. âJust trust me and let that pressure keep building. Eventually, itâs gonna reach a point where it canât hold itself in anymore, and then youâre gonna feel really good.â
âReally?â
âYeah, so just relax for me, okay?â
You let out a shaky breath, nodding before sitting back in your previous position where you had your elbows propped up. Mingyu returned to your cunt with an experimental lick, lasting all of two seconds before he resorted back to his rough kissing and sucking.
You held onto the sheets for dear life as Mingyu plunged his hot tongue into your core, reaching a specific spot that made your eyes roll back and your toes curl. He kept your hips pinned to the mattress as he licked into you. His nose brushed against your clit with how close his face was. It was the final push to send you over the edge, and the warmth that had been building up finally unleashed into blinding white pleasure.
You came hard. The force of your orgasm nearly knocked the wind out of you, and your back was lifting off the bed as Mingyu tried to hold your hips down with great effort. The warmth of it coursed through your entire body, causing the surface of your skin to bead with sweat and cling to the sheets you were laying on.
And, as a photographer, Mingyu had taken pictures of countless gorgeous views that heâd come across in his lifetime, but the sight of you falling apart because of him was, by far, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He pulled back to rub your clit in gentle circles while you were being pulled and swept away by the undertow of your orgasm. Mingyu murmured sweet nothings to keep you grounded, but you couldnât process any of his words as your ears rang with white noise.
You blinked slowly as you came down from your high, whining as soon as Mingyu took his hand away from your sore clit. Before you were going to praise him for how good he was with his mouth, his lips returned to clean up the mess you made. You could only writhe and whimper as Mingyu licked at your soaking cunt.
He pulled back to grin at you, his lips and chin glistening with your arousal. You had always thought Mingyu looked attractive, but he was godly like this. Your heart raced just by looking at how his dark hair fell into his face and how his canines showed in his smile.
âEarth to Y/N,â he called, waving a hand in front of your face. When you snapped back into reality, you shot him a questioning look. âI was asking how youâre feeling.â
âGoodâgreat,â you corrected, and then you let out a blissful sigh. âAmazing.â
âGreat.â He grinned. âReady for round two?â
âRound two?â
âYeah, beautiful. You didnât think we were done yet, right?â
âJesus Christ, Y/N.â Ryujin looked mortified upon first glance of the bruises that littered your neck. âAre you hooking up with a leech?â
You had gone over to Ryujinâs apartment to drop off one of the prints she got from the farmerâs market and left in your car. Naturally, you ended up spending the evening there. Since you were so eager to share what had happened between you and Mingyu (telling Vernon or Minghao simply wasnât an option right now), you ended up spilling everything that went down.
From the contract to you and Mingyu going down on each other earlier today, Ryujin hung onto every single word of yours with her jaw hanging in an almost comical way. She was shoveling handfuls of Hot Cheetos into her mouth as you gave her a detailed rundown of the story.
âThis is so messy,â she gushed. âI love it.â
âItâs not messy!â you defended, and then added, âOkay, itâs a little messy, but we agreed to stop if it ever starts affecting our friendship.â
âSo, you think sucking and fucking isnât going to affect your friendship at all?â
You stayed silent.
âYou should know that cross-contamination in the friend group most likely leads to disaster,â Ryujin continued as she popped a Hot Cheeto in her mouth. âItâs all fun and games because you guys think youâll be able to maintain the friendship, but as soon as someone catches feelings, itâs over.â
A heavy sigh fell from your lips. âTo be honest, Iâm a little worried.â
âWorried?â
âWe had this whole rule against kissing and it lasted, like, a week,â you explained. âI mean, we didnât even do anything during that week, so I guess it lasted, like, five minutes. The rule was supposed to be there so that we wouldnât catch feelings or anything, but Mingyu completely ignores it now. Iâm not reading too deeply into this, right?â
Ryujin pondered in thought for a moment before redirecting the question back to you. âDo you want it to be deeper than it is?â
You frowned. âHuh?â
âLike, think about it,â Ryujin said. âRemember when you had a little crush on Mingyu during freshman year? Well, sometimes attraction doesnât go away, so maybe your old feelings are coming back up now that you guys are, like, hooking up. Probably doesnât help that Mingyuâs considered conventionally attractive.â
Sure, you had your occasional moments of weakness bubble up to the surface. It was something you tried to keep under wraps, but you were sure Mingyu could pick up on it whenever you were being extra touchy after intimacy.
They were never really of concern to you, though. You figured that you and Mingyu would live out the rest of your lives in parallel lines, neither of you crossing over to the other. It was what made your relationship with him rather simple, really. You would never cross over to his side, and he would never cross over to yours.
That was, until the contract was put into place.
âI donât knowâŠâ you trailed off, and Ryujin clearly wasnât pleased with your answer.
âY/N, imagine him kissing another girl,â your friend instructed. She motioned for you to close your eyes, so you groaned and did as she said. You cleared your head to make room for whatever visualization she was making you do. âImagine him kissing that girl from the Kap Sig party last year. The one who was all giggly and talkative when Mingyu was with us, and then she ignored us after he left.â
âOh.â You made a face, not even wanting to picture that in your head. âYeah, I donât like that, but that girl was bitchy. I donât think that necessarily means I have feelings for Mingyu, though.â
âNow, imagine him kissing the most likable girl you can think of,â she said. âThis girl is the perfect match for Mingyu. Sheâs gorgeous, and she has a shoulder tattooâthe kind he went crazy over in freshman year. Not only that, but sheâs smart. She takes good care of him. She brings him and his friends cookies whenever she bakes. Sheâs the kind of girl that everyone canât help but adore when they meet her for the first time.â
You tried to really picture it in your head this time.
You imagined Mingyu next to someone who would be in his league, someone who made people want to stop and stare. You imagined how he would be complimented wherever he went for him and his girlfriend being such an attractive couple.
You imagined him making dinner for her and eating together. You imagined him laughing at inside jokes only the two of them knew about. You imagined him watching Barbie movies with her.
And it made your heart twist painfully.
You decided to shrug it off instead, saying, âIf heâs happy, Iâm happy.â
âEnough with that shit,â Ryujin deadpanned. âIâm here for drama. Give me something to work with, at least.â She shook her head disappointedly, and you couldnât help but laugh at her. Once you simmered down, she continued, âBut, in all seriousness, I think you should really be careful with whatever you and Mingyu have going on. It wonât end pretty if someone catches feelings while the other person doesnât.â
You pressed your lips together in a grim line. âYouâre right. Iâll keep that in mind.â
âAnyway, back to the juicy stuff,â Ryujin said, inching closer to you while hugging her knees. âWhat else did you guys do?â
âWe sixty-nined,â you whispered, as if it was some scandalous bit of gossip. âHe was the six; I was the nine.â
âOkay, never mind, letâs tone down the juicy.â
You woke up to several Snapchat notifications from Jungwoo. They were all sent at four in the morning, and most of them were just him running through the streets of Las Vegas at night without his shirt on. You were mildly concerned, but you figured they were just having fun.
You tapped through the other snaps Jungwoo sent you. Soonyoung blacked out on a bar counter. A hooker sitting on Chanâs lap. Jeonghan with several hundred dollar bills in his hands. Another snap of Jeonghan with the caption stating that he lost all his money.
Then, it struck you that it was their last day in Vegas.
âWe have one more day,â you informed Mingyu over the phone, âand then we have to start seeing each other secretly.â
âThatâs kinda hot.â
âNo! Not hot! I donât know about you, but I experience crushing guilt whenever I have to sneak around them, like when I lied about us sleeping together.â
âTechnically, weâre already doing that.â
You snorted. âYou know what I mean.â
âBy the way, not contract-related, but you should come over right now,â he said. âI have some good news to share.â
âIs it about your pink eye scare?â
At around two in the morning, Mingyu texted you a picture of his puffy eye and claimed he was âallergic to pussy.â You sent him back a picture of you flipping him off.
It turned out to be allergies, but Mingyu was completely convinced he had pink eyeâall thanks to WebMD. You had to listen to him freaking out for thirty minutes until he calmly informed you that his eye wasnât puffy anymore.
âNot funny,â he warned. âOkay, kinda funny, butâokay, wait, point is, you should come over.â
You giggled. âOkay, Iâll come over. See you soon.â
You hung up the phone to get ready, feeling oddly excited about going over to Mingyuâs. Ryujinâs words from last night started to get into your head, making you wonder how you truly distinguished your relationship with your best friend. Because why did you feel the need to put on makeup to see him when you had never thought about that in your four years of being friends? And why were you taking extra long to pick out an outfit that was supposed to be casual?
You were deep in thought all the way to his doorstep, only letting it dissolve into the backwaters of your memory once the door opened to Mingyuâs excited face.
âThey chose my submission,â was the first thing he said, his eyes shining.
You didnât even have to ask for clarification. Right away, you knew exactly what he was talking about: the sunset photograph he submitted to the exhibition. It had been all he was raving about for weeks.
âOh my god!â Your eyes were wide as you looked down at your hands helplessly. âI donât have anything for us to celebrate with! Hold on, I can run to the store and buy, like, cake orââ
âSlow down.â Mingyu laughed. He grabbed you gently by your forearms and grinned. âWe donât need to celebrate anything. Just promise me youâll come see my photography.â
âOf course.â
âMy submission was for you, so you have to go. Promise?â
If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider. âIt was?â
âYouâll see.â He rubbed the back of his neck. âAnyway, the gallery opening is in a few days. Iâll text you the address and time later.â
âAlright.â You held out your pinky to interlock with his own. âI promise.â
Mingyu wrapped his pinky around yours and grinned before tugging you by the same finger into his apartment. You followed him into his room, eyeing how strong and wide his back was. You were starting to fall back into dangerous imaginations again, wondering if he was going to make a move on you again now that you two only had a day left. Not that you would admit it to your best friend, but you were hoping something would happen. Â
âWonwoo found out Clawdia was getting lonely, so heâs out looking for a pet store that sells hermit crabs,â Mingyu explained. âHe was on my ass about it, too, because I said crabs are probably fine being on their own. I mean, theyâre called hermit crabs. How was I supposed to know theyâre social creatures? Misleading name, if you ask me.â
Although you were (partly) engrossed in his story about Wonwooâs pet crab, your eyes couldnât help but linger on the red notebook on Mingyuâs desk.
He picked up on what was distracting you before you could even tear your gaze away, saying, âYouâre so nosy.â
You made a face. âNo, Iâm not.â
âYes, you are.â His shoulders slumped as a retired sigh escaped his lips. You could see that you had been wearing him down over the notebook, so he bargained, âAlright, Iâll show you on one condition.â He plopped down on the edge of his bed. âI want something in return.â
You were most definitely taking his words the wrong way because your cheeks were heating up while Mingyu remained completely impassive.
âSomething in return?â
âYeah, I want an answer,â he started, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. âWhen exactly did you start finding me cute? Or, in your words, a âwalking wet dream,â right?â
You barked out an unamused laugh. âYeah, thereâs no way Iâm telling you.â
âNotebook,â Mingyu reminded.
Suddenly, you were elated about show-and-tell.
âYou first,â he insisted. âI assure you, mine is regrettably more embarrassing.â
âThe first time I found you cuteâŠâ you trailed off, trying to recall the exact moment you started appreciating your best friendâs attractiveness. âIâd say it was in freshman year when we went on the hike together during orientation week. You were all sweaty and wrapped your arm around me when we took a group picture at the top. I was going crazy about it to Ryujin, but then we became good friends, so I just pretended I never felt that way.â
âFreshman year?â he asked, wide-eyed. âYou thought I was cute back then? I was a baby!â
âWe were eighteen. Donât make me sound like a creep.â
Mingyu laughed. âI just canât believe you thought I was cute back then. I didnât even think you thought about me like that.â
âIt was our first week and I was cut loose from my parents.â You shrugged. âPlus, I think every girl in our orientation group wanted to get in your pants.â
âNot Ryujin.â
âNo, she was still dating that guy from her high school, remember?â
You scrunched up your nose at the memory; back in the first few months of your freshman year, Ryujin always ditched you and Mingyu at random points during the night because her controlling boyfriend would call to make sure she wasnât out and about. He was especially suspicious of Mingyu for being an attractive, well-liked man. You found the whole thing ridiculous because her boyfriend was keeping her from having fun and making friends.
To make matters worse, Mingyu ended up finding out Ryujinâs boyfriend was cheating on her after seeing one of his mutual friends post him on her private Snapchat story. It was a picture of them in bed together, and he completely denied it when confronted. You and Ryujin bonded the most during the week she planned to dump her boyfriend, and she ran straight to you once she did. After she cried her tears and used up all of your tissues, you two had your own beach bonfire to burn all of the gifts he got her.
You still remembered how you and Mingyu were back then. Since you two were still new friends, things were still a little shy and awkward. It wasnât until your third year that you and Mingyu got closer, starting to hang out one-on-one instead of with Ryujin. Since she got busy with internships and her club activities, Ryujin grew a little distant from Mingyu, although they were still on good terms.
âAlright,â you said, impatience sticky like honey on your tongue, âyour turn.â
âAh, right.â
Mingyu walked over to his desk and picked up the notebook. You watched how he rubbed the back of his neck before turning back to you, and his head was turned so that you wouldnât catch sight of his blush. (You noticed, though.) He flipped past several pages, eyes skimming through math formulas and physics problems before he landed on a page with several scribbles and arrows.
âItâs, like, this page and a few more,â he explained. âKnock yourself out.â
(You decided not to point out that it was more like ten pages.)
You grinned, thrilled, and laid out the notebook in front of you so that you could take everything in. Right away, Kim Mingyuâs Guide to Losing Your Virginity was scrawled at the top. You snorted, grabbing a pencil from his desk to write Unhelpful before Guide. He watched you nervously as your eyes flitted from note to note, your smile growing bigger at certain things he wrote.
A poorly-drawn arrow from how to make y/n feel comfortable to make sure she knows she can take everything at her own pace made you feel something warm and fluttering in your chest. You couldnât believe Mingyu put this much effort into making you feel goodâso much effort that he had entire pages in his notebook dedicated to brainstorming how to pleasure you. You had never been so focused in your life as you read through what he penciled in, and one idea in particular caught your attention.
suggest REALLY sexual things so she feels more comfortable sharing what she wants to do. this will probably make her judge (bully??) you but itâs for good reason
âYouâre kidding,â you said, eyes still fixed on the notebook. âYou made your list that long just so I wouldnât feel awkward?â
Even though you asked the question, you were barely listening to him as your heart pounded in your chest and your blood rushed in your ears. You didnât even have half the mind to see the shy expression painted over Mingyuâs face because you were so locked in on the notebook. His stammering and backtracking became background noise as you were hyper-focused on the words he wrote.
Somehow, this felt bigger than any emotion you had experienced before.
You were consumed, and it scared you. Sweltering in the overwhelming feeling of longing and possibly something more. And you realized that even if you ended up with someone else after all this, a part of you would always belong to Mingyuâthe part of you that watched Barbie movies and liked coming home to a dinner for two.
Was it presumptuous for you to assume that Kim Mingyu could possibly harbor romantic feelings toward you? Was it safe to say that maybe you felt the same way?
ââbut now that youâve seen it,â you finally heard him say (after taking a few seconds to register his voice), âcan we take out phone sex from the list? I was never really big on that.â
You looked up at him and laughed, a touch distracted because you were still caught in the tide of your own revelations. But you laughed like you were eighteen again, sitting in Mingyuâs dorm room and listening to him recount one of his hilarious stories about him getting lost on campus or being chased by seagulls.
And now you were twenty-one, sitting in Mingyuâs apartment and giggling like you were eighteen again.
Everything melted away, and all you could think about was how badly you wanted to kiss Mingyu.
You sat up on your knees and wrapped your arms around his neck. You didnât think you had ever looked at Mingyu with such unadulterated desire in your eyes.
Craving. Longing. Yearning.
All of it was festering inside you.
âYouâre such a dork, Gyu,â you murmured before pressing your lips to his.
This time, when you kissed him, you felt like all of the stars in the sky hung below the clouds just to witness this very moment. Mingyu was stunned for a few moments before he brought his hands up to pull your face closer to his. His nose brushed against your cheek, and you let a giggle slip between soft pecks and deeper kisses.
He pulled back for air, labored breaths falling from his lips before he found you again. This time, the kiss was deeper, rougher. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as Mingyu held you tighter, squeezing your sides so hard that you were arching up against his body.
You had always tried to push down hope before it was born, but the way Mingyu held you made you feel like you were on top of the world. You wanted to believe there was longing in the way his hands ran up and down your body, but you were too scared that you were mistaking his lust for something more.
Even as he pulled away once more to catch his breath, keeping his eyes flitting between your eyes and lips while his forehead was pressed against yours, you so desperately wanted to believe that there was something more behind his affectionate gaze. Something real.
It was when he pressed a chaste kiss to your nose that your hope bloomed in your chest like a valley of flowers kissed by spring.
His hand found its way behind your head, bringing you back to him for more. You felt like you could be there forever, just exchanging wordless affection and holding each other close. Mingyu moved over you so that he was suspended over your body, starting to lick into your mouth once your back hit the bedsheets. You accepted it almost immediately, parting your lips so that your tongue could dance with his.
Then, you were whining against his lips, begging for more. The sloppier and dirtier your kisses got, you were desperate for more skin-to-skin contact. You hooked your finger into one of his belt loops and tugged him closer, which resulted in Mingyu grinding his hips down against yours.
âYou want more?â he asked, more raspy than coherent, really, and you could only nod in response as you pulled him closer. Mingyu peppered kisses from your jawline to the column of your neck, leaving behind love bites that you would need a lot of concealer and color corrector for later. âI donât wanna rushââ
âNo, Gyu,â you urged him, tugging him forward by the front of his shirt. âI need you.â
His voice came out in a breath. âNeed me?â
âI want you. I want you to be my first because I⊠I trust you.â
He grinned brightly, canines on full display while his hair was a tousled mess above you. You were pretty sure his smile would be imprinted behind your eyelids forever.
His hand slipped under your shirt and ran up your back, maintaining eye contact with you and looking pleasantly surprised at the absence of your bra.
He pressed a tender kiss to the side of your neck before helping you pull off your shirt. Mingyuâs face was set in a grin before his smile slowly fell, replaced by a look of utter confusion. His brows were pulled together in perplexion as he stared at your tits.
Or, more specifically, the pasties over your nipples.
âOh, my bad,â you said, unfazed, âI forgot I still had those on.â
âWhat is it?â
âSeriously? Youâve never seen a nipple cover?â you asked, making your best friend yelp when you peeled the adhesive off your skin. Mingyu shrunk back with a wince before you placed the silicone in his hand. âIt doesnât bite.â
He weighed it in his palm carefully before placing it on his bedside table. âLooks like a chicken breast.â Then, he looked back at your tits. Instead of bedroom eyes, there was genuine concern in his gaze. âIt didnât hurt when you ripped it off, right?â
You stifled a laugh. âNo, it didnât hurt. My boobs are all good.â
You took his hand and placed it over your left breast for good measure. He squeezed experimentally, but you were certain he was just still in shock over the nipple cover. This would normally be when you shrunk in on yourself, but Mingyu discovering the existence of pasties was far too entertaining for you to shy away.
âGood,â he said before he sighed, a little too dreamy to convince you that this was purely platonic. The lighthearted moment settled back into tension. Barely loud enough for you to hear, Mingyu murmured, âYouâre so pretty like this.â
You wondered if your eyes were as big as they felt. âYou think Iâm pretty?â
âYou donât?â He frowned, as if he was offended that you werenât seeing what he was. âI think youâre beautiful.â
He said it before, but you thought it was just a pet name because he was in the mood. Now that he was saying it so sincerely, looking at you like you were his entire world, you felt like you had turned into putty in his hold. Your nerves were practically on fire under your skin.
âYouâre sure about this, right?â he asked again, brushing a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. When you nodded, he readjusted his position so that he was underneath you, moving your hips so that you were sitting on top of him. âJust let me know if you wanna stop.â
âItâs your first time, too,â you said softly, reaching out to trace his jawline. âAre you ready?â
âOh, Iâve been waiting.â He smiled before pulling you down for another long kiss.
He kissed you for what seemed like ages, running his hands all over your body and teasing you with kisses to your neck and jawline when he pulled away. While he was getting a condom from his nightstand, you wondered how you could ever get enough of him if this was what sleeping with Kim Mingyu was like.
While you both were a mess of limbs, you managed to remove every article of clothing from each other until your bare bodies were pressed against each other. He tore the silver wrapping of the condom off to slide the lubricated rubber over his cock. Of course you had seen him naked before, but you still couldnât get over how wonderfully sculpted his body was. He had to have been blessed by a Greek god.
Mingyu held you close to his chest, his eyes raking your body again and again until you felt weak in the knees. When he hovered over you, lining up his cock with your soaked cunt, you had to swallow down your anxiousness.
Questions billowed in your head, floating about until they turned into butterflies and flew straight to your gut. What if he didnât fit? What if you couldnât take all of him in? What if it hurt?
But Mingyu had always been so reliable, so comforting. You felt safe in his arms, even if you had been working yourself up over this very act for years. You wanted to be brave for him.
âAre you ready?â he asked once moreâjust to be safe because he was right there. This was your last chance to back out and he wanted to make sure you truly wanted this.
You nodded with firm self-assurance. âYeah, I am.â
âOkay, bear with me here,â he replied, the tips of his ears going pink as he tried to laugh off his awkwardness. âIâve never exactly done this before.â
You laughed. âMe neither. We can figure it out together.â
His lips tugged into a small smile. Mingyu leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips before he tried pushing his cock into you, guiding it with his entrance. It took him a few tries to work the head in without accidentally slipping out. The first stretch you felt wasnât painful, but there was mild discomfort that you pushed down.
But then Mingyu couldnât push into you any further. Your excitement fizzled and your emotions were swinging dangerously into a pit of worries.
Your best friend was a problem-solver, though. He hummed inquisitively before repositioning himself at your entrance.
âWrap your legs around my hips,â he instructed. âI think thatâll be easier for you.â
You did as he said, tucking your legs around his hips and hooking your ankles together. Your arms hung loosely around his neck, playing with the ends of his hair and twirling them around your fingers. You bucked your hips up once to indicate you were ready, not realizing that it would make Mingyu grunt instead. You could feel your core pulsing from how badly you needed him.
After sucking in a shaky breath, Mingyu started pushing into you once more. Your arousal made it easier for him to slip inside, finally pushing the head of his cock past your folds. You cried out, tightening your grip on Mingyu as you adjusted to his size. You hadnât even gotten his full cock in you yet.
Mingyu eased his way inside you for what seemed like ever. He didnât care about how long he was taking or if he was getting impatient; he calmly took the time to work his cock into you. The long vein that ran down his length made you shudder as it brushed against your walls.
âThat feel good?â he rasped, looking into your eyes for any signs of pain.
You nodded eagerly. âY-yes! Please keep going.â
Your body was hot. Feverish. It felt like your pleasure was building up slowlyâa dull ache at your core that grew as Mingyu pushed deeper inside you. He lowered his head to kiss your neck at the same time, nipping and sucking at your tender flesh while you moaned and writhed under him.
Finallyâfinally, finally, finallyâMingyuâs hips pressed flush against yours and you bit down on your lip to keep yourself from screaming out. The pain was sharp, almost dizzying, but after Mingyu held you and kissed you all over until you relaxed, you felt it subside slowly. He sighed happily, bucking into you slightly to feel how deep he was. You buried your face into his chest once you felt the room going a little fuzzy.
Aching, gnawing pain.
Deeper and deeper, but the pain built with each push into you. One certain thrust made you feel as though you hit a peak, but then you felt yourself coming down. You closed your eyes through it, taking deep breaths until the pain had mostly alleviated, a new feeling of pleasure rushing through your body. Â
He didnât say anything for a long while, just letting you take things at your own pace. It was only until you begged him to move that Mingyu complied and started moving his hips.
With an experimental, shallow thrust, you let out a whimper and let one of your legs unhook from the other, letting it lay on the bed instead. Mingyu held your other hip up and started thrusting slowly into you, making sure to keep his pace exact so that he didnât slip out again. Your pleasure was building up fast, like a spell of vertigo that left your head spinning and your body flushed.
âF-feels so good, Gyu,â you cried out, and then you couldnât say anything at all once his tongue pried its way into your mouth. His lips slotted against yours perfectly, like both of your lips had been specifically molded to fit each otherâs.
He thrusted deeper. Some of his thrusts hit that golden spot inside you that made your world turn blinding white. You were dangerously close to an orgasm with how good he was making you feel.
Mingyu sped up his thrusts, holding your hips and dragging his lips across your skin to leave love bites along your collarbone and shoulders. With the way he shifted your hips to pound in at a better angle had your legs shaking and your eyes rolling back into your head. You were far too sensitive to last long, especially since this was your first time experiencing such pleasure.
Realizing that your muscles had started involuntarily twitching, Mingyu thrusted into you deeper and caged you in his grip. You were teetering on the precipice of a release, holding onto his strong arms for leverageâsomething to ground yourself while you about to dive into your own ecstasy.
The brute strength in his thrusts led you to falling over the edge, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as you chanted Mingyuâs name over and over again like a prayer. The force of your orgasm nearly knocked the wind out of you, making the world before you go blurry as Mingyu fucked you through your high.
You nearly didnât register him moaning out, too, his lips framing your name as he came. It felt as if you had short-circuited, laying underneath him helplessly as you rode out your orgasm. The current tugged and swept you away, sending aftershocks of pleasure to your sore cunt.
You blinked twice to reorient yourself, coherence bleeding back into you. It was when Mingyu kissed your forehead that it finally clicked for you.
You finally lost your virginity.
âThank you,â he whispered against your temple. âThat was incredible.â
You nodded, dazed, about to thank him back before you noticed that something was running down your hip. You touched the liquid curiously, wondering if you had just been that overstimulated, but what you found on your fingertips was blood.
You shrieked.
âWhat happened?â he asked, eyes wide before he saw your hand. He chuckled lightly. âOh, I see. This is normal after your first time; itâs no big deal.â
âReally?â
âYeah, donât sweat it.â
Mingyu didnât seem to understand the gravity of the situation, though; he was smiling delightedly while you were a panicked mess. Blood was gushing out of the very place Mingyuâs cock was buried, and you were humiliated because of your new position as Human Ketchup Bottle.
âWow,â he cooed sarcastically, rubbing your hips gently, âitâs like youâre my personal little volcano.â
âOh my god. Please shut the fuck up, Gyu.â
After helping clean you up and a few more sessions of you two gushing over how good your first time felt, you and Mingyu laid in bed together, side-by-side. He had gone on several tangents about how it was nice that you two didnât feel awkward around each other and that he was almost worried because he heard a lot of horror stories about peopleâs first time.
Apparently, Vernonâs first time was quite unmemorable because it was a quickie in a hot tub. He had never considered the friction caused by the water being uncomfortable, so it wasnât one for the books.
To your surprise, when Mingyu headed to the kitchen to get you some water, you felt strangely hollow. As your eyes grew unfocused, the ache from the penetration was more clear, and you started to feel a little empty.
No one ever talked about what happened after sex. No one ever talked about how, shortly following the aftermath of your first time when you were coming down from the dazzling glow of your orgasm, the only thing you could feel was overwhelming vulnerability.
It was like you had been flying up in the clouds, got too close to the sun, and dropped right into a void of sadness. You were bordering on a feeling of emptiness as you stared up at Mingyuâs popcorn ceiling.
Then, the bed dipped next to you. Mingyu came back with a glass of water for you and one of his sweatersâthe black Ralph Lauren one his mom got him for his high school graduation. Yeah, he was definitely starting to outgrow it, but he kept it hung up in his closet, anyway. Something about it being sentimental to him.
âYou good?â he asked in a gentle voice, setting the glass of water on the nightstand. He slid onto the mattress next to you, wrapping a strong arm around your waist. âYou look a little out of it.â
âIâm better now,â was all you said, smiling contently after placing your arm on top of his.
âDid something happen? Did I do something?â
It wasnât that you didnât want to tell Mingyu how you were feeling; you just didnât know how to. There was nothing he had done to upset you at all, and the night had been incredible. You were still over-the-moon from losing your virginity to your best friend. That was why the wave of sadness that hit you afterward was strange and foreign.
âNo, no, itâs justâŠâ You sighed. âI just felt really sad for a few seconds. Like, donât get me wrong, that was the best feeling ever, but after you went to go get water and stuff, I just got really sad.â
Something flashed across Mingyuâs face. It was the look he always wore when he was correcting someone or explaining some nerdy bit of information he knew. You were anticipating him to go on some tangent about heightened emotions peaking during sex would lead to a crashâsomething along those lines.
But then, he simmered. His expression was immediately replaced with understanding as he squeezed you tighter. Mingyu must have known that you just wanted to be comforted, not talked to, so he just tucked his head into the crook of your neck.
You felt warmer. Safer.
âDo you feel better now?â he asked.
You sucked in a breath. âMuch better.â
Somewhere between your mumbles and whispers of conversation, you and Mingyu ended up drifting asleep in each otherâs arms.
It was around twilight when you woke up, dusky purple streaming through the windows and across Mingyuâs peaceful face as he was deep in slumber. You turned your gaze back up, staring at the chipped paint and grooves in the popcorn ceiling, feeling as if you were drowning in your own emotions.
The feeling settled in your chest. It was always there, like a dull ache, but now it was loud. Pounding.
You were in love with Kim Mingyu.
You ran into Ryujin laterâmuch later. It was well after you went back to your apartment and had a meltdown over your newly-recognized feelings for your best friend.
After you talked yourself through your feelings for nearly an hour, you realized that you couldnât handle this problem head-on. You needed the assistance of your favorite cookies and cream ice cream from Ben and Jerryâs, so you walked to the nearby grocery store in sweatpants and a jacket.
While you were trying to balance three tubs of ice cream in your arms, Ryujin happened to wander into the freezer section, looking mildly concerned at the sight of you. She was pushing a cart full of groceries with her glasses sitting low on her nose.
âNeed any help there?â she asked, moving aside her bag of cilantro to make space for your ice cream.
âYou were right,â you admitted, and you nearly sounded hysterical with how breathless and frazzled you were. âIâm in love with him.â
âOh shit.â
âYeah.â
âThat explains the ice cream.â
âTotally overshot the much simpler feeling of just liking someone, or being attracted to someone,â you rambled, allowing her to take the tubs of ice cream from your hands. âIt couldnât even just be a silly little crush, either. Iâm just⊠in love with him.â
âSo, whatâre you gonna do now?â
You paused. âWould it be reasonable for me to think about it after I see him again?â
âReasonable? Absolutely not. Stupid? Probably.â
âWell, thatâs what college is for, anyway.â
âI support you,â she started, âeven if I think youâre a dumb bitch.â
âThanks, Ryujin, I think.â
The golden rule about being in your twenties was that it was the prime time to be young, dumb, and make stupid decisions.
The stupid decision you settled on for today was inviting Mingyu over when you really should have been taking some time to figure out your feelings for him. You knew very well that this would fuck with your emotions, but you had to give in to your carnal desires. Now that Mingyu had relinquished you of your virgin title, you couldnât get enough.
You had always wondered what it would be like when you finally lost your virginity. Part of you thought it would be some sort of final form that you would achieve, but it wasnât exactly all that different. Society overvalued deflowerment, you figured, but there was something that rang true.
Your face glowed a little brighter. Whether that was because of your recent confidence boost or your post-sex elation, you werenât sure.
But now, you were in a predicament: you wanted more. Naturally, that led you to calling Mingyu and subtly asking if he wanted to come over.
That was how you ended up with your chest pressed against the wall while Mingyuâs body was caging yours. His strong chest was against your sweat-beaded back, and you swore you could feel every muscle of his keeping you from budging. It took him a few valiant efforts to fit his cock inside of you, and you had to reposition yourself several times for him to find a good angle. Once he had slid into you with ease, though, he started thrusting into you with vigor, soft grunts falling from his perfect lips.
(You realized Mingyu wasnât able to get enough of you, too. He walked in, exchanged a greeting and gave you an update on Wonwooâs crabs before his rough hands were turning you around and holding you against the wall. While his lips worked on your neck, you managed to sputter out some nonsense about being happy for Wonwooâs new crab, Clawmander.)
âYouâre wet,â he observed, his tone frank and even.
âExcellent observation, Sherlock Holmes.â You managed to gasp out the words before Mingyuâs cock hit that perfect spot inside you that made your vision curl with darkness at the ends.
âJesus,â he hissed, lips brushing against your left ear. You let out a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a moan while he used his free hand to rub your clit in torturous circles. âI didnât think youâd get this worked up over me.â
You didnât answer him. This wasnât the right time or place for him to hear the true reason. Plus, you could hardly string any words together when he was making you feel so good.
âDonât cum just yet,â he muttered, and you whined when his cock slid out of you. When you turned around to ask him what his deal was, Mingyu lifted you up effortlessly and carried you to your couch. He had you straddling him while his hands rested on your thighs. âI want you to ride me, beautiful.â
Intimidation settled in. Mingyu could see it in your eyesâthe way they refocused and your gaze flitted around hesitantly.
And, because Mingyu was just a tenderhearted, loveable ray of sunshine, he added gently, âIf you want to, of course.â
Your eyes went lust-lidded as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You just wanted to make him proud.
âSit back,â you told him, and you lifted your hips so that you could sink down on his throbbing cock.
Mingyu sucked in a sharp breath, holding your hip with one hand and helping adjust his length with the other. You winced, still not used to the penetration, but the initial pain was less sharp than it was the first couple times. Once you felt the mild discomfort replaced with the hot pleasure you were chasing just minutes before, Mingyu helped you start moving your hips up and down on him. He let go of your hips to throw his head back and run his hands down his face, agonized that he couldnât fuck into you himself.
You placed one hand on his chest and let your body hover over his as you fucked yourself on his cock. Then, Mingyu decided to pull you flush to his body and buck his hips up on his own. You cried out from feeling him deeper inside you, but then you were moaning into the curve of his neck.
âYou feel so good around me,â he whispered into your hair. âYou have no idea how long Iâve been waiting for this.â
You pulled back, still bouncing on his dick with spurts of clarity returning to you. You were still dazed from how good he felt inside you, but Mingyuâs words were trying to reel you back into proper coherence.
âH-how long?â you stuttered out.
Mingyu smirked up at you, but before the fluttery feeling returned to your chest, you were paralyzed with fear when you heard a loud knock followed by the door handle turning. Your oncoming orgasm came to a halt and dissipated immediately after.
You and Mingyu repelled like magnets; you winced as he practically manhandled you off his lap and scrambled away, so you pushed him off the couch as payback. You only had time to pull your blanket up to cover your bare chest before Soonyoung appeared in the doorway. Mingyu, butt naked, was perfectly facing the front door, and he could only cover his crotch with both hands in time.
Cue Soonyoung screaming, then Mingyu, then you.
For a few seconds, it was a perfect choir of discordant screeching.
âWhat the hell are you doing here?!â you yelled as Mingyu tried to duck out of the way. He eventually realized there was no immediate escape and just turned around, making Soonyoung sigh heavily and cover his eyes with his sleeve when he saw Mingyuâs ass on full display.
âWell, my⊠my Connect Foursââ
âYou couldâve knocked!â
âYou told me I could come over and pick them up!â
âYou still couldâve knocked!â
âDonât blame me; I am the victim here! Normally, youâre in here watching a rerun of Jersey Shore, so I wasnât exactly thinking, âOh, what if Y/Nâs actually getting dicked down by Mingyu right now?â No! Because no one tells me whatâs going on anymore!â Soonyoung argued. âI just came here to get my Connect Fours, not for front row seats to the Magic Mingyu show!â
âIâm sorry.â You sent Mingyu an uneasy look, and then you grew more concerned as you watched him manage to awkwardly wrap most of his body with the white drapes at your windows. You turned back to Soonyoung. âYou didnât see too much, did you?â
âI just saw Mingyuâs asscheeks on full display!â
Mingyu pouted, taking great offense to Soonyoungâs panic. âYou say that like itâs a bad thing.â
âOkay, Iâd rather see your asscheeks, like, on purpose,â he replied, exasperated, ânot like this! My eyes feel violated.â
âSoonyoung,â you whispered harshly, and, if looks could kill, you were sure your friend would be six feet under. You waved your hand, motioning for him to leave as the situation was becoming increasingly awkward. âIâve only got ten of the boxes so far. Iâll text you when the rest come.â
âRight, right,â he mumbled, turning to grab the large package at your entryway. âIâll just take this and go, then. Let me know when the rest come.â
You sighed. âYeah, of course.â
âBy the way, how big is Mingyuâs dick? He wonât tell us howââ
Mingyu, who looked horrified at this point, raised his voice so high that you nearly burst out laughing from how squeaky it sounded. âCan you leave already?!â
âBefore I go,â he said, âIâll see you guys at Kap Sig for the Beerlympics tomorrow, right?â After he was met by two piercing glares, your friend realized that this was probably not the time nor place for this conversation. âSorry! Just text me if you decide to show up!â
Soonyoung closed the door behind him loudly to make it known that he had left, and you and Mingyu relaxed once he was finally gone.
âIâm gonna lock your door,â Mingyu started, all huffy and flushed with embarrassment, âand then we can get back to what we were doing.â While he was making sure your lock was secure and walked back, he kept lecturing, âYou know, you should really keep your door locked all the time. You never know whatâs going to happen.â
You heard him loud and clear, but your mind was still buzzing with questions from what he said before you two were walked in on. All you wanted to know was how long he had been waiting to sleep with you, and you were so curious that you werenât even feeling humiliated anymore over Soonyoung nearly seeing you naked.
âHow long have you been waiting?â you asked. When Mingyu only gave you a confused look, you clarified, âYou said it earlier while I was on top of you.â
âOh.â He rubbed the back of his neck before his lips stretched into a smile. âHow about this: Iâll tell you when you come to see my work in the gallery.â
You folded your arms across your chest. âFine, but I was gonna show up either way.â
âSee, thatâs what I like about you.â You were too busy blushing to notice that Mingyu had already made his way between your legs and was hovering over you. He peeled the blanket off from your body and put it over the head of your couch. Tapping your knee, he said, âNow, open up, beautiful. Since you were doing so good for me, Iâll make it up to you.â
It was the next day around noon, and the remaining ten boxes of Connect Fours arrived at your door in another giant package. You texted Soonyoung that he could come pick them up (and wait for you to open the door).
You still hadnât cleared things up from yesterday when he walked in on you and Mingyu, so you werenât sure how to look him in the eye without feeling absolute shame. Not only that, but the guilt from your lie had been swirling in your chest constantly now that you were hit with the reality that Soonyoung had already perceived your strange friends with benefits relationship with Mingyu.
After you spent practically the entire day with Mingyu yesterday, even driving him to 7-Eleven for munchies at 3 a.m., you ended up getting the green light from him to tell Soonyoung everything. He knew that the guilt was weighing on your chest, and you both concurred that you would feel much better after coming clean.
After all, Soonyoung was one of your best friends, and you didnât want him to keep deceiving him, no matter how big or insignificant your lie was to him.
When Soonyoung arrived at your door, making sure to knock three times, he greeted you with his usual cheery smile.
âHey,â he said with an awkward edge to his voice. âProud of me? I knocked this time.â
You went over this conversation about a million times in your head, thinking of different possible scenarios and outcomes that could happen. For each one, though, there was no eloquent way to bring up your lie without you sounding like you were overcompensating by rambling.
Just rip the bandage off, you told yourself.
It was hard to find the words, though, and your brain couldnât figure out how to smoothly deliver the news.
Soonyoung looked like he didnât know what to do, considering you had been staring blankly at him for several seconds without saying anything. âIs this a bad time?â he asked after a pause.
You shook your head quickly. âNo, I have something I need to tell you.â
âYeah? Whatâs up?â
You gestured for him to come inside, and Soonyoung took off his shoes before walking into your apartment. You felt yourself flush when he intentionally avoided sitting on your couch and just stood between your hallway and living room.
Soonyoung liked to joke around most of the time, but even he could tell that you were trying to bring up something serious. His arms were folded across his chest, the bewilderment in his eyes coalescing into sympathy. You intended for this to be honest, clear communication, but your breath was getting short and your eyes were darting to your feet before you could even get the words out.
This was deeper than your lie. You could admit that you were a liar, but something inside you withered at the very thought of admitting that there was something going on between you and Mingyu. Something that crossed the line of platonic friendship but kept its distance from romance.
So, before anything else, you blurted out, âI lied about being a virgin. Mingyu and I didnât have sex.â
Your voice was thick with emotion. For a moment, your friend just stared at you, unblinking.
âHuh?â He sounded utterly confused as he rubbed the back of his neck. âI didnât want to make things awkward and bring it up, but didnât I walk in on you and Mingyu yesterday?â
âNo, Iâm talking about the time I told you I had sex with Mingyu.â
âIn the library?â
âYes.â
âSo you guys didnât have sex?â
âWell, technically we did, butââ
âWait, let me get this straight,â Soonyoung said, pausing before he continued, âso, youâre a virgin?â
âNo.â
âNo?â
âI was a virgin, but now Iâm not. The timeline got fucked.â
âWait, so, you were a virgin when you told me you werenât a virgin,â he recounted, to which you nodded in response, and you could tell a few of the pieces in his head fit together when he finished, âand then you lost your virginity.â You nodded again to affirm his statement and your friend let a low-pitched whistle slip. âWow, that is some crazy lore.â
Fiddling with your fingers, you asked, âAre you mad that I lied to you guys?â
âMad? No way,â he said. âLike, sure, I donât really understand why you lied. I guess you had your own reasons. Itâs not like itâs a bad thing to be a virgin. Thereâs no way Iâd be mad over something like that, though.â
âI was worried because I thought you hated liars,â you explained, and although you didnât mention his ex-girlfriend, it seemed as though Soonyoung knew exactly what you were talking about.
âI care about lies that hurt, and, hey, you told me eventually,â he said. âIâm not gonna hold it against you for not telling me about something you werenât ready to share.â
He worried at his lower lip before adding, âYou didnât lose it to Mingyu because of what I said, right?â
You felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and your breathing steadied. You didnât even realize how fast your heart was beating until you could feel every muscle in your body relax.
âNo, of course not.â You finally cracked a smile. âTo be honest, when you guys grilled us about it in the library, it did set things in motion. I donât regret any of it, thoughâexcept lying to you guys about it. Iâve been wanting it to happen for a while now.â
âGood. You should probably tell the others when youâre ready, too.â He gave you a warm smile before amusement seeped back into his eyes. He turned to pick up the large package of Connect Fours and said, âCongrats to you and Mingyu, by the way. I always knew you two would get together.â
You nearly got whiplash from how fast you turned your neck. âSoonyoungâwhat?â
âYeah, I mean, heâs been crazy for you ever since freshman year. I figured he would eventually grow a pair and ask you out,â he elaborated. Once Soonyoung hoisted the box up and turned around to look at you, he froze when he saw the dumbfounded look on your face. âOh, shit. Youâre not dating him, are you?â
âNo, Soonyoung. No, Iâm not.â
âOh⊠my bad.â
Around twenty minutes after Soonyoungâs slip-up, you decided you would go with him to Kappa Sigmaâs âBeerlympics,â which you hadnât exactly been banking on showing up to. When you were informed about it yesterday, you had to research online to make sure that no, Soonyoung wasnât speaking some alien language.
You never really understood half the things Soonyoung and Jungwoo talked about in relation to their fraternity. It usually went in one ear and out the other. It was always something about chapter meetings, pledges, and the sort of nonsense that made you wonder if you two were even living in the same world.
Before you decided to go, Soonyoung had to guide you to the couch to sit down and process your thoughts, which you figured was a great feat for him considering he was still traumatized from walking in on you and Mingyu.
Even after you stared blankly at the wall, though, you still couldnât fathom the thought of Kim Mingyu liking you all these years. And, you didnât outwardly admit it to Soonyoung, but the thought of your best friend liking you back made you inexplicably happy.
After you quickly changed into more appropriate clothing, Soonyoung and you walked over to frat row, passing by several large fraternity houses before arriving at the male-infested Beerlympics event. Your friend was still carrying his box of Connect Fours, which kept rattling as you two walked.
Yesterday, you were considering not going, mostly because you committed to going to Mingyuâs exhibition today, too. He had texted you the details, informing you that it would be early in the evening, so you werenât going to spend longer than a few hours at Kappa Sigma.
Plus, now that Soonyoung had accidentally revealed the feelings Mingyu was harboring for you, confessing to him was weighing heavy on your mind. You desperately needed to tell your friends about your feelings before you ended up self-combusting.
In a matter of minutes, you were sitting between Vernon and Jungwoo on the couch, watching Minghao and Soonyoung shotgun a Coors Light. The box of Connect Fours was currently being used as a drink stand.
âYou just came back from Vegas,â you told them, âand youâre already hosting a Beerlympics?â
âWhat did you expect us to do? We only drank hard alcohol in Vegas,â Jungwoo explained. âItâs only right that we come back and drink beer.â
You rolled your eyes, incredulous. âYou guys canât be serious.â
âBy the way,â Vernon started, âis Mingyu coming? I havenât seen him in a while.â
âYou went to the gym with him yesterday,â Minghao pointed out.
âAnd that was in the past.â
Soonyoung cleared his throat once he was done with his beer. âSpeaking of Mingyu⊠Y/N has something to tell you guys.â
âRight.â You cleared your throat before announcing, âIâve gathered you all here today because someone said something he wasnât supposed to.â
âAnd that someone was me,â Soonyoung mumbled, dejected.
âWait,â Jungwoo interrupted, âwe need context.â
Although you talked to Minghao before about the pact between you and Mingyu, you still hadnât explained the whole ordeal to Vernon, Jungwoo, and Soonyoung. As you rambled on about how Mingyu proposed the idea and you two started becoming friends with benefits, Soonyoungâs face fell more and more as he realized he had royally fucked up. Vernon, on the other hand, despite having been kept in the dark this entire time, kept a placid expression on his face while the other three boys lost their shit.
You went on to explain the whiteboard, the notebook, how scared you were about ruining your friendship with Mingyu, and how Soonyoung walked in on you two and accidentally revealed that Mingyu had been crushing on you for a while.
âThereâs no way you actually wrote all that down on a whiteboard,â Soonyoung said with an incredulous laugh. When Minghao pointed out that your whiteboard (that you still hadnât returned to the community room) was literally in the living room, your friend cried, âI canât believe I didnât notice that!â
âYeah, it was front and center when you walked in on Mingyu and I,â you said.
âTo be fair, Mingyuâs ass was very distracting.â
You folded your arms across your chest, staring the four boys down. âOkay, well, thatâs my side of what happened. Itâs your turn to spill what you know.â
They all looked at each other warily before Vernon decided to break it down for you. He explained how Mingyu had been crushing on you ever since you two were in the same orientation group, and your breath caught in your throat because that was exactly when you also found him cute. Apparently, since you had become good friends with Soonyoung and Minghao shortly after (and later, their respective roommates: Jungwoo and Vernon), Mingyu didnât try to read into your closeness too much.
All of the pieces were connecting in your headâall of the little moments and things he said that you brushed off as a coincidence. Every realization was like a firefly in your head, flickering and blinking under dim light until it shone bright and clear in total darkness.
Every time he called you beautiful. Every time he kissed you. Every time he looked at you like you were all he wanted.
Mingyu saying he wanted his first time to be with someone special wasnât just a previous notion of his that he discarded once you two made the pact. You were the someone special he wanted to be with.
And god, if only he knew how badly you wanted to be with him right now.
âAlright, Y/N, do not tell Mingyu about any of this,â Soonyoung warned. âIâve survived Jungwooâs stupid âecstasy waterââfuck you for that health violation of a drink, by the wayâand Iâm not letting Kim Mingyu be the reason why I end up six feet under.â
âIâm gonna have to tell him I found out from you, Soonyoung,â you argued. âThere would literally be no other way for me to find out if it wasnât from one of you guys.â
Vernon was quiet before he suggested, âWhat if we throw Jungwoo under the bus?â
âYo, thatâs hella smart,â Soonyoung praised before giving Vernon a high-five.
âI would prefer not to be thrown under the bus, thank you,â Jungwoo deadpanned.
âWe are not throwing Jungwoo under the bus,â you agreed. âBesides, thereâs been something that Iâve been thinking about for a while, too.â You paused to pour a shot for yourself, downing the contents of your red solo cup in one go. Wringing your hands together, you confessed, âI think I like Mingyu.â
âOh, wow.â Jungwoo nearly choked over his words and held out his cup to you. âPour me a shot, too. Iâm gonna need it.â
Minghao decided to take over, asking, âAs a person?â
âAs a⊠man.â
âWell, men are peopleâsometimes.â
You groaned, unlacing your fingers to drop your face into your hands. You couldnât believe you were saying this at the Kappa Sigma house, of all places.
âIâwell, yeah, obviously. I just⊠okay, the point is, I sort of realized I really like him, and I was scared because I donât know how this is gonna affect the group dynamic.â You felt your face growing hot as you talked about it, but you continued, âI wasnât going to say anything, but what you guys just told me changes things, I think. I feel like I really need to tell him how I feel, if thatâs okay with you guys.â
(You took another shot.)
You had never said the words out loudânot even to yourself. Your emotions felt more real now that they were out in the open for your friends to hear. Amidst all the booming music and drunken shouts in the house, your friends were silent.
âWhyâre you asking us for permission?â Jungwoo finally spoke up. âWe arenât gonna be dicks and say you shouldnât ask him out just so we can keep our friend group as it is. Just ask him out.â
(Another shot.)
âWhat he said,â Vernon agreed. âIf Mingyuâs crush on you didnât affect our friendship for four years and your crush on him didnât make things weird, then I donât see why you have to hide how you feel.â
(You gulped down your fourth shot.)
By the time Minghao started harping on about how you should be following your heart, you were starting to feel the alcohol settle. It ran through your veins, thick like molasses, until you felt sluggish. Then, spurred by your determination to confess your feelings, you rose up to your feet.
âIâm gonna do it,â you breathed out.
âWhen?â Soonyoung asked.
âNow.â You stopped to gather your belongingsâyour phone from the Connect Four box and your bag from the couch. âIâm gonna go see him.â
âLetâs call you an Uber,â Jungwoo said, and when he realized he was probably the most sober out of his friends, he dragged himself off the couch. Apparently, he was drinking in moderation after nearly getting alcohol poisoning in Vegas and dealing with a nasty hangover. âOkay, Iâll call you an Uber.â
Jungwoo walked you outside, waiting with you on the sidewalk until your Uber arrived. He recounted some of the highlights of his weekend in Vegas to you, and you listened intently even though you could feel your heartbeat drumming in your ears. You werenât sure if it was because you were intoxicated or your nerves over potentially confessing your feelings to Mingyu.
When your Uber pulled into the drivewayâa white SUV that was large enough for you to assume that Jungwoo accidentally booked an Uber XL.
As you were getting into the passengerâs seat, Jungwoo held the door open long enough to tell you, âHey, Iâll let you in on a little secret: Mingyu never really cared for watching movies until he met you.â
While your Uber driver took you to your destination in silence, you were certain your heart was glowing brighter than any sunset out there.
The gallery was empty when you arrivedâeerily quiet. A long, white table sat at the foyer where the front desk was. Plates of what you suspected had cookies on them were left littered with crumbs. The gallery assistant seated at the front desk must have been a student working part-time because her nose was buried in a textbook, hardly noticing you walking inside the building.
Your buzz was wearing off by now and your stomach had dropped in a deep pit when you realized that you were late. You swore you had timed it right. Mingyu told you to be there at 5 p.m., and yes, you were twenty minutes late, but you didnât expect the whole venue to be cleared out.
Maybe everyone else was just late. That had to be it, right?
When you tried to look up Mingyuâs location on Find My Friends, he was miles away and looked as if he was on a trail.
You decided to call him, wondering why he hadnât texted you yet. You were too disoriented in the car to give him a heads up, but he would normally text you, anyway.
After three rings, he picked up. âHello?â
âMingyu!â you cried in a hushed voice. âAm I late? Did you leave already? I canât see anyone here.â
âWhere?â he asked. âUh, if youâre talking about Beerlympics, I didnât go because I had a project due tonight.â
âNo, the gallery. You said it started at five, right?â
Mingyu was silent for what seemed like forever before he stifled a laugh. âYou mean the gallery opening tomorrow night?â
You had never sobered up so quickly.
While Mingyu was laughing at you on the other end of the line, you were pulling up your text messages to confirm that he had given you the wrong details. Instead, you were met with the horrifying realization that you just read the invite wrong.
âI mean, you can still see my work while youâre there,â he continued. âI think theyâve already switched out their old art.â
You groaned. âIâm so stupid.â
You roamed around the gallery as Mingyu told you about his day, looking at all of the art pieces that were submitted. After you took some pictures of various paintings and sculptures that were on display, your eyes fell upon a sunset photograph hung up on the wall.
The very photograph you came here for.
You had seen gorgeous sunsets before, but you had never seen pictures that did them any justice. What Mingyu had captured, though, was absolutely breathtaking.
Over the foliage, the sky was a wonderful blend of oranges, yellows, pinks, and purples. The great ball of light dipped below the horizon, peeking out just enough to see its wonderful color. The rays of sunlight reached out past the frame, illuminating the treetops and the current of water that ran to the side.
To the right, you saw Mingyuâs placard fixed to the wall, hanging proud next to its photograph.
Kim Mingyu Youâre My Sunset 2023 The sunâs last kiss to the sky. If thereâs a world where I can watch sunsets forever, I hope sheâs there with me.
ââso Iâm pretty sure Iâm gonna get a C on the quiz because he made us write out our code on paper. My handwriting is dogshit, so I hope he has a fun time reading mine.â He trailed off when he realized you went silent on the other end. âY/N?â
âWhere are you?â you asked, a touch distracted as your eyes drank in the words etched onto the placard.
âHuh? Iâm on that hiking trail near the freshman dorms,â he said. âI was gonna go watch the sunset, if you wanted to come see it with me.â
And because you were so helplessly in love with him, it was easier than breathing to say, âIâd love to watch the sunset with you.â
It took you one more Uber and forty minutes to find Mingyu where he was waiting for you. You told him not to walk all the way back down to meet you, so you made your journey to the top on your own. You were definitely not dressed for a hike, but sunset was coming soon and you didnât have time to stop at your apartment to change.
You waved once you saw him, biting back your smile because you didnât want to look overly-excited to see him. He had probably been outside for a while, judging by the sheen of sweat that made his biceps glisten under the setting sun.
âYou made it just in time,â he said. âSunsetâs in a few.â
Your chest heaved as you recovered from your hike up. It had been ages since you worked out properly, so part of you was glad that you didnât let Mingyu go back down and fetch you. You surely would have had to make him stop several times for you to take a breather.
He was sitting on a large, flat rockâso smooth that it was probably the perfect spot on the entire mountain to watch a sunset. Mingyu scooted over so that you had room and you sat down right next to him, knees knocking and shoulders brushing against his.
You had never seen anything as formidably beautiful as the view before you. The sun had started to dip below the horizon, glowing a spectacular orange. Muted colors of blue and gray vanished like a skip, blurring into colors more intense, more breathtaking. Oranges and yellows blend into the canvas of the sky, soon blending with pink and red hues that made the clouds look like the seventh heaven.
It felt like the sun was setting, calling the stars out just for you two. It cast its rays onto the lake below, leaving the surface glittering with millions of golden sparkles.
This was the sight that reminded Mingyu of you.
For a while, you two just watched the sky wordlessly until you started, âI saw yourââ
âWhat if we watched the entire Marvel Cinematic Universe for our next marathon?â he asked at the same time, but his words were strongerâmore purposefulâso you answered him instead.
âWe still havenât finished our Barbie marathon,â you said. âWeâre still on Barbie and the Diamond Castle.â
âBut⊠when we finish.â
You hummed. âHow long does it take to finish all of the Marvel movies?â
You tried to mentally note down all of the titles you knew with the limited knowledge you had of the Marvel cinematography. You were pretty sure you watched a good amount of themâthe big ones that broke records in theatersâbut you never tried watching them in order.
âSeventy hours and forty-six minutes. I checked.â
âWeâd be marathoning forever.â
He smiled. âIt wouldn't be the end of the world if we marathoned forever.â
You laughed, loud and clear. It was almost ridiculous to think of you and Mingyu in your fifties, sitting on a couch and watching yet another movie marathon in the measly hours of free time you had between work and other responsibilities.
And then it hit you. Your heart jumped to your throat.
You and Mingyu, doing the same things you did now in your fifties. You and Mingyu, sitting on a couch and watching another marathon together. You and Mingyu, swamped with work and responsibilities but still spending time with each other amidst all that.
You and Mingyu.
Your lungs were trees and there was a forest fire. It tore its way through each leaf, each branch, and it felt like that fire would burn forever. Burn until the sky had no sun and the world was in ruins. You couldnât think straight as your heart raced and your breath got caught in your throat.
âForever?â you asked in a small voice.
Mingyuâs eyes softened, more sincere and longing in them. At this point, he had gone pink beneath his golden skin. He moved his hand over yours, giving it a gentle squeeze, but all you could focus on was how the last rays of the evening shone on your best friendâs face. He was painted with sunset.
âYeah, forever,â he confirmed. âI guess this is my way of confessing, so⊠Y/N, my forever marathoner, my sunset, will you go out with me?â
You were choked up at what felt like the worst possible time to be malfunctioning. âSunsetââ
âYou saw it, right? The dedication next to my sunset picture?â he asked. âYou finally realized that Iâve been in love with you for the past four years?â
He said the words so casually, as if he was telling you the color of the sky. But you could feel the weight settle inâthe years of longing and pining.
This time, instead of just craning your neck, you turned your whole body to face him. The way he looked at you sent butterflies to your stomach, but your eyebrows pulled into a frown. You were sure that you couldnât have possibly let it slip to him that Soonyoung told you everything.
âHow did you⊠how did you know?â
He grinned, leaning back a little on his hands. âBefore you got here, Soonyoung drunk FaceTimed me and started apologizing for exposing my four-year crush on you. He also apologized for assuming that I had the balls to ask you out.â
You scoffed a little, recalling how Soonyoung was practically begging you not to tell Mingyu yourself. It only made sense that he would be the one to fess up after all that alcohol got into his system. You made a mental note to call him out on this very moment the next time you saw him.
âThings get messy when someone likes someone else in the friend group, you know?â he continued, looking over the cliffside for a moment before turning back to you. âBut, with you, I donât think I mind things getting a little messy.â
âDo you remember when Jungwoo told you I found you cute, and I told him I really said something else?â he went on, turning his head away this time. He sounded more shy when he admitted, âBeautiful. I called you beautiful.â
âI justâŠâ You faltered, trying to work up the courage to look him in the eye. When you did, the melted amber swirling in his eyes nearly made you stammer. âI didnât expect any of this.â
Mingyu must have mistook your nerves for hesitation because he immediately said, âItâs all good, Y/N. I just wanted to come clean to you. You donât have to answerââ
âNo, Mingyu,â you cut him off, breathing out the words with an edge of desperation, âI didnât expect this because I came here to ask you out.â
It was his turn to be shell-shocked. Mingyuâs pink lips parted in surprise, mouth opening and closing like he wanted to say something, but he clearly hadnât even thought of this outcome. You watched his Adamâs apple bob nervously.
He looked at your lips, then your eyes, then your lips again. He lifted his hand to touch your cheek, fingers spreading so that he could cradle your jaw. He looked transfixed, looking at you like you were far more captivating than the sunset that was playing out for you two. His eyes fluttered shut once he closed the distance and his lips met yours.
If you were his sunset, Mingyu was your sunrise. Every time he kissed or touched you, you felt warmth spread through your whole body, making you beam brighter than any star in the galaxy.
He pulled back, but he was still so close that his nose was touching yours, both of your ragged, uneven breaths mixing in the tight space between you two. He held the back of your head and pressed your foreheads together, a gesture of his that always made you feel like you were soaring.
Your voice failed you as Mingyuâs calloused hands bunched up the fabric of your shirt to glide down your back, tracing the bumps down your spine and gripping tighter once he reached your hips. It was like he was charting a map of your body, taking note of every little curve and dip he came across.
âW-weâre outside,â you stuttered out.
âNo oneâs gonna catch us. I wanna show you how I feel every time I look at you,â he murmured in a low voice that only you could hear. âLay down for me, Y/N. I want you to watch the last of the sunset while I show you how much I love you.â
You didnât reply, mostly because you wanted to let your actions speak for you. You pulled him in for a short, chaste kiss before you scooted up on the rock and laid down for him. The solid surface was uncomfortable at first, but then Mingyu had you get up for a moment so that he could spread his jacket out for you. You laid back down and looked up, gasping when you realized you had a perfect view of the setting sun.
Mingyu tugged down your shorts and underwear, making sure to carefully fold them and set them aside instead of just discarding them somewhere. Now that you could feel the coolness against your bare skin, you were grateful that his jacket was under you. He pulled his sweatpants down past his hips and hovered over you, eyes flickering up to meet yours. They were hazy, swimming with lust, but you could see his sincere adoration, too. He refused to kiss you because he didnât want to obstruct your view of the sunset.
âAre you ready?â he asked, lifting his middle and ring finger to his lips and licking them for extra lubrication.
You sucked in a sharp breath at that. âPleaseâyes.â
Slowly, Mingyu pushed his fingers inside of you, watching you bite your lip and screw your eyes shut with an amused half-smile. His thumb worked slow circles on your clit while his fingers were nestled in you.
âOpen your eyes, beautiful,â he instructed. âYouâre gonna miss the sunset.â
Finding a steady pace was no problem for Mingyu at all. He watched you squirm and moan underneath him as his fingers slid in and out of your cunt. His knuckles were glistening with your arousal, and Mingyu stared at where they disappeared inside you with unfocused eyes. He curled his fingers inside you ever-so-slightly, passing over your g-spot, and you arched your back at the feeling. Â
His name stuttered past your lips, coming out so raw and passionate that all the blood rushed to Mingyuâs cock. His boxers were tented, and you were once again intimidated by how huge he was. His bulge brushed against your thigh as he plunged his fingers into you.
You felt limp under his touch, but just when you felt prickles of heat under your skin, Mingyuâs fingers slid out of you. You nearly cried out over his false promise of a release as you dug your nails into his shoulders.
âThe sky,â he whispered. Like it was instinct, he licked his fingers clean without batting an eye. An embarrassed rush of heat sank into your cheeks. âI need to be inside you for the rest of the sunset. Fuck, I donât have a condom on me.â
You wrapped your arms around his neck loosely. âThatâs okay. You can just pull out.â You looked straight into his eyes and said, âI trust you, Gyu.â
âGo raw? Are you sure?â
âYeah, we can just get Plan B tomorrow, if anything.â
Kim Mingyu looked like he could die a happy man then and there.
He tugged down his boxers, letting his cock spring up and slap the underside of his belly. It was already huge and flushed with beads of precum collecting at his slit. Mingyu shuddered almost immediately when the cool air hit him.
He spread your legs with his large hands, and you swallowed thickly before Mingyu started rubbing the head of his cock along your slit. He made sure to smear the arousal between your legs to your clit. The last rays of the sun shone on his face, and you could see the glint of hunger in his eyes.
At this point, you were nearly begging for him, so Mingyu started pushing into you carefully. His brows were pinched and his bottom lip was sucked into his teeth while he worked his way into you, his eyes glinting with utter focus.
It was so different without the condom. Intense. Hot. The drag of his cock inside you made you falter, absolutely loving the new friction and texture you were feeling.
You swallowed down your gasp with a shuddering breath. Your tight expression slowly relaxed as Mingyuâs cock worked its way inside you. Every time you wanted to close your eyes, you snapped them back open to catch a glimpse of the blurry hues above.
âThatâs it,â he cooed, the praise only turning you on more. âYou feel so good.â
He started circling your clit with his thumb again, getting your walls to relax so that you immediately took more of him in. Mingyuâs cock twitched inside of you, causing that one muscle in your leg to twitch. You werenât sure how long you were going to be able to last if he kept teasing you like this.
When his head dipped into your opening, you sucked in a breath, but he did not enter just yet. Your hips bucked up against his, and Mingyu held them down so that he could position himself without slipping out of you. A sound that was between a deep chuckle and a grunt rumbled in his chest at your eagerness.
With little preamble, Mingyu started pushing deeper into you, letting himself sink while his breathing grew short. His cock brushed sensitive spots inside you that left your toes curling and your vision going blotchy. You watched the sky grow darker and darker, vibrant orange colors blending into deep reds.
A debauched moan bubbled past your lips once Mingyu started fucking into you slowly. Each roll of his hips brought a blinding wave of pleasure that left behind a sheen of sweat coating your body. The initial sting of penetration dissolved quickly into pleasure.
You dragged your nails down his well-defined back muscles, sighing blissfully with each thrust of Mingyuâs hips. His back muscles flexed underneath your hand as his cock worked in and out of you. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck and moaned along with you, and the look in his eyes told you that all he wanted to do was kiss you, but he was adamant on making you see the sun.
âOh my god!â you cried out once Mingyu used his free hand to lift your leg over his hip, getting a better angle so that he could plunge into you. Blinking away tears, you were nearly sobbing when you said, âI⊠I didnât say it back, Gyu. I love you, too. God, Iâve loved you back for so long, too.â
All the lust in Mingyuâs gaze had melted away, being replaced by the most loving gaze you had seen in his shining eyes. He leaned down to kiss you slowâa completely different pace from how he had been fucking you. When he pulled away, he kept his lips at the shell of your ear, whispering sweet nothings.
With his hips snapping into you at a near-animalistic pace, you were quickly reaching your peak. Mingyu seemed to take notice and rubbed your clit faster to catch you up to speed. Heat spread under your skin, making each nerve ending feel like it was on fire.
âThere,â he gasped out after he turned his gaze up for a moment. âDo you see it? The sun kissing the sky?â
He had been waiting so long for you, pining so hard, that when your orgasm ripped through you, Mingyu came almost immediately after. He groaned before pulling out of you, his strained expression melting quickly into bliss once his release came. It seemed as though Mingyu didnât want to get you dirty, so he shot his load to the side where he could hide it easily.
You looked up, and you finally saw how devastatingly beautiful the sunset was with its palette of colors exploding across the sky.
Reds. Oranges. Dying glimpses of yellows. You felt like you were experiencing a sensory overload with how the colors mixed and blended together while Mingyu was helping you ride out your orgasm.
This was it. This was the seventh heaven.
While you were still twitching from your intense orgasm, Mingyu sat up so that he could fix his pants, his chest rising and falling in tune with yours. You were still sprawled out on the rock, watching the last rays of sunlight dip below the horizon. The previously colorful sky had been drowned out by black and blue, but it was still bright enough to make out your surroundings.
âI never answered you properly,â you said after you caught your breath. The clouds rolled out of view, revealing the illuminated moon that shone down on you two. You sat up, meeting Mingyuâs curious gaze and declaring, âIâd love to go out with you.â
You had never really been able to fully understand what love was. It had been a foreign concept to you for years. When Mingyu smiled brightly and kissed you again, though, it had never been so clear to you.
You honestly felt bad for the librarian.
As soon as you and Mingyu walked into the library hand-in-hand, you heard a chorus of groans from your friend groupâs table. They were all jeering at you like they hadnât been the ones convincing you to ask out Mingyu a few days ago. This time, Ryujin was also mocking you with them.
(You had asked her to show up so that you could give her the Smiski figurine she had delivered to your house. You had no idea why your friends kept ordering things and using your address for delivery.)
Soonyoung cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled, âGet a room!â
âWeâre just holding hands!â Mingyu exclaimed. âYouâre acting like weâre in the Victorian ages.â He waved his hand to get Soonyoung to move. âGive me some room so we can work on our project together.â
You giggled and took your seat next to Mingyu, your pinkies interlocked under the table. You were sure the honeymoon phase would wear off in a few months, but for now, you couldnât get enough of each other. Of course, you kept most of your PDA behind closed doors so that your friends would taunt you, but you were happy with that.
Speaking of your friends, they were all over-the-moon when you and Mingyu announced that you were dating. Ryujin had screamed into your ear so loudly that you were pretty sure you experienced temporary hearing loss.
You and Mingyu also finally returned the whiteboard to the community room after erasing all of the sexual terminology on it. You two were surprised that you actually managed to knock out everything on both lists that hadnât been canceled. Apparently, Jeonghan had been distressed over the whiteboardâs disappearance and filed a complaint to get a new one. He got his happy ending, too, when you and Mingyu rolled it back into the room.
âY/N, Mingyu,â Jungwoo called. âBody countsâgo!â
Mingyu blinked. âOne?â he deadpanned. âWhy would it be higher than that, dude?â
It was your turn now, with all eyes on you. Before, you wondered why you even felt the need to lie about something like that. It had all seemed like such a silly concern back then, but now you realized that there had never been a rush to lose your v-card.
Now, you could confidently say, âOne.â
Because Kim Mingyuâs Guide To Losing Your Virginity really was effective.
mingyu: hey mingyu: what happens when we finish the marvel marathon
y/n: wdym
mingyu: like what do we do with our lives mingyu: 70 hours and 46 minutes mingyu: it has to end eventually mingyu: weâve been marathoning all this time with no foreseeable end until now
y/n: what did we do before the marvel marathon
mingyu: the barbie marathon
y/n: and what did we do before that
mingyu: the disney princesses marathon
y/n: and before that
mingyu: the saw marathon
y/n: exactly y/n: we will keep marathoning for as long as marathons exist
mingyu: is that your way of saying weâre forever?
y/n: yes it is
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eddie munson x fem!reader
A quiet night at home turns into something else entirely when Eddie Munson shows up to deliver your pizza.
Isnât this how all mediocre pornos great love stories start?
18+ MDNIâ8.1k
cw: light alcohol/weed use, discussions of poor sex-periences, bed sharing, down bad eddie, fingering/oral (fem receiving)
I edged myself a little with this, itâs like a 7:1 ratio of fluff to smut with nothing but tensionnn in between. Just how I like it.
You didnât mind being alone. Not really.
Truth be told, you kind of preferred a nice quiet night to yourself every now and again. It gave you a chance to read without interruption; to watch a long stretch of episodes of your favorite show you had seen a hundred times before; to indulge in a lengthened version of your skincare routine.
But lately youâd been having a lot of quiet nights.
Winter had settled fully in Hawkins, the frigid weather and barrage of storms lately making it difficult to go out at night or do much of anything other than sit inside and count the walls. And with Robin gone for the whole weekend, the relentless silence of your apartment only made it worse.
You made an honest effort to remedy the situationâsending a handful of texts to anyone you thought might be available, only to come up empty. Nancy and Jonathan were out celebrating some anniversary. Steve had a date with whatever girl he had conned into thinking he was charming enough to go out with this week. And Chrissy was fully buried underneath her coursework, but she âcould definitely do something next week!â
So that was that. You knew Argyle was working his usual shift, so you hadnât bothered to text him. Instead, dialing the number for Surfer Boy as you resolved to drown your sorrows in a pizza loaded with all the toppings Robin always gagged at whenever you suggested them.
It was impossible for you not to beam when the man himself answered, the roughness in his voice indicating he was currently surrounded by a fresh cloud of his beloved Purple Palm Tree Delight.
He was now managing the franchiseâs first and only midwest location they decided to open after the California chain started recording a deluge of calls from Indiana and assumed it must be some sort of untapped market. Come to find out, the people in Hawkins were just calling the number on the side of Argyleâs bright yellow van theyâd seen riding around town.
âThatâs all?â he chortled at your order. âOne small pizza? Are you and Buckley planning some kinda Battle Royale fight to the death or something?â
âSheâs gone for the weekend,â you explained.
âOh, really? All by your lonesome then, are you?â
His typically gravelly tone was tinged with a hint of mischief, but you didnât pay it much mind. This was Argyle, after all. You knew him well enough by now not to try and decode anything that went on inside that wonderfully weird head of his.
âWell, with you at work thereâs no one to keep me company, is there?â you teased, putting on a flirty affectation you just knew would make him blush.
âBaby doll, Iâll close up shop right now!â
His deep and throaty laugh made you giggle along with him as he relayed your order to the kitchen staff and then came back on the line to assure you that it would be there âlemony split.â
With dinner ordered, you started to assemble some essentials for your wild night on the sofaâ oversized blanket, extra snacks, a small arsenal of face masks and serums. You even splurged a bit and lit one of your nicer candles, the fresh scent of bergamot filling up your living room as you headed into the kitchen to clean up.
About half-way through you doing your dishes came the soft tread of footsteps on the stairwell outside, followed by a bouncy and rhythmic knock being rapped on your front door.
âOne sec,â you called out, shaking the remnants of soapy water from your hands and drying them on the thighs of your sweatpants.
Your hand closed around the door knob and you yanked it open only to be bombarded by a head of dark, wild curls and a pair of deep brown eyes that instantly made your mind go blank.
âWhat are you doing here?â
The words just burst out of you, sounding far harsher than you intended, and Eddie Munsonâs lips twitched with the beginnings of a smirk as he looked you up and down.
âNice to see you, too,â he chortled. âThat how you greet everyone who brings you your dinner?â
Your gaze fell to the pizza box he held in his hands that you had missed entirely, too distracted by his eyes and his nose and his lips and those cute little dimples in his cheeks. Not to mention his stupid big hands with his stupid long fingers that were wrapped around your dinnerâŠ
âSorry,â you said, squishing your eyes shut and shaking your head as though it would wipe away your lustful thoughts like an etch-a-sketch. âI just wasnât expecting you. Or, umâŠI meant, I didnât know you worked at Surfer Boy.â
âItâs a new gig,â Eddie said, his smile filled with as much wily charm as ever as he handed over the box. âArgyle convinced me to come on board. Decent hours and the moneyâs good.â
âOhâŠsweet.âÂ
You nodded back at him and prayed you didnât sound half as awkward as you felt. With one hand, you balanced the pizza box on your hip while the other reached for the cash youâd set out earlier on the little table by your door. But a frown covered your face as you glanced between the bills and the box you were holding that looked quite a bit bigger than it should have been.
âSomething wrong?â Eddie asked. âAw, shitâwe didnât fuck up the toppings, did we?â
âNo, no, nothing like that,â you assured. âItâs just, I only ordered a small and this oneâs a large.â
âOh, yeah. Arg had them change it after he rang it in. He just wanted you to have some extra.â
You chuckled, âReally? I donât know why, itâs just me tonight.â
âNo Buckley?â
Eddieâs brows raised slightly, disappearing behind his twisty bangs as he looked past you inside your apartment. You swayed slightly, in an attempt to block his view of the little couch nest youâd built for yourself. His gaze returned to yours, eyes flickering with something like intrigue.
âYouâre flying solo, then?â he asked.
âPretty much. I mean, I called around a bit and everyone was busy. SoâŠyeah.â
He tilted his head at you. âYou didnât call me.â
âOhâŠâ
Eddieâs lips quirked in a smile that actually made your breath catch. He didnât sound offended, not like he was accusing you of anything. But his soft voice and the feigned (it was feigned, wasnât it?) look of disappointment on his face made your chest radiate with warmth.
The truth was, you would have loved to call Eddie. You had actually hovered over his contact info in your phone more times than you cared to admit, only to keep chickening out at the last second.
âW-well, youâre working tonight,â you reasoned. âSo, we couldnât have hung out anyway.â
âActually⊠Argyle cut me early,â Eddie said. âTurned out to be a slower night than he thought, so he said I could call it quits after this delivery.â
Oh. Oh.Â
âWell, do youâŠâ You swallowed hard, trying to bring some relief to your throat that had run dry. âI mean, did you wanna have dinner? Apparently, Iâve got plenty of food.â
Another weak chuckle trickled out of you as you held up the pizza box, telling yourself it must be the heat of the pie within making your palms sweat the way they were. Eddieâs dark eyes actually danced under the harsh fluorescent lights of your buildingâs breeze-through.
âThatâd be great,â he said, flashing you a smile that made your knees wobble. âWayneâs gone this weekend too. Trailerâs kind of lonely without him.â
âOkay! Uh, come on in.â
The sudden shrillness of your voice made you cringe inwardly as you stepped sideways for him to pass, but he didnât seem to notice. Or at least he acted like he didnât. He simply smiled as he came inside, pausing to toe off his boots and shuck off his leather jacket at the door.
Heâd clearly dressed for the heat of Surfer Boyâs kitchen and not the bitter wind howling outside, clad only in a red and black flannel over a gray tank that seemed to cling to his lean frame as if by static electricity alone. His ratty black jeans taunted you with flashes of pale skin peeking through the holes in the knees and the smell of oregano filled your nose as he fluffed up his hair.
He looked a lot better than you didâparticularly when you were in your lounge clothes, which werenât exactly fetching.
Baggy and oversized, worn threadbare in more than a few places from multiple wears. Splattered with a myriad of tiny mystery stains no amount of washing could get out.
Nothing to be done about it now, you supposed.
Eddie had been to your place plenty of times for parties and movie nights, but that had always been with other people around.
Never just you. Never the two of you alone.
That realization and the nerves it induced made the back of your neck unbearably hot as you set the pizza on the coffee table and headed for the kitchen to retrieve plates and napkinsâall of the dignified and civilized things youâd have to use now that you had an audience.
And alcohol. Definitely, definitely needed alcohol if you were gonna even attempt to be normal.
âYou want a beer?â you asked from the fridge.
Eddie nodded as he followed into the kitchen and leaned against the cabinetry. His totally calm and casual demeanor only made you more anxious, your chest getting tight and your hands shaking as you pried the caps off two beers. You clinked your bottle against his and took a long draught, heart racing as you stared at the ceiling.
Chill the fuck out, you scolded yourself. Heâs just a guy. Itâs just pizza. Itâs no big deal, itâs noâ
âYou okay?â Eddie asked, making your runaway train of thought come to a screeching halt.
âYeah, totally,â you lied through your teeth. âUm⊠I guess I was fully in hermit mode already. I really didnât expect to see anyone tonight.â
Let alone you, you finished internally.
âSorry about that,â Eddie said. âI didnât mean to, like, crash your whole evening.â
âNo, noâitâs not like that at all,â you stammered, the words tumbling out of you in a rush. âIâm glad youâre here, really. Itâs nice to have company.â
âYeah? Okay, good.â He smiled into another sip of his beer. âIâm glad Iâm here too.â
Your lips spread into a smile that mirrored his and a sort of quiet warmth passed between you. You found yourself staring into his eyes, holding his gaze until it flickered down your body.
He studied you in that soul-plundering way of his that made you feel all light and tingly all over.
âHere, you should have this back,â he said all of a sudden, âI feel kind of weird keeping it.â
You looked down just as he tugged the money youâd paid him with out of his pocket. He held it out to you, only to find your hand already pushing it back, fingers briefly closing over his fist.
âEddie, no. No way,â you scoffed. âDonât be silly.â
He opened his mouth to protest, but you fixed him with a warning glareâa pretty withering one if you did say so yourself. One that made him nod reluctantly and sigh softly in defeat.
âAlright, at least let me contribute something,â he said, returning the cash to his pocket and instead producing a fat, pristinely rolled joint. Argyleâs handiwork, you were all but certain.
You grinned and clinked your bottle with his.Â
âDone.â
Beers and plates and joint in hand, you and Eddie headed over to the sofa only for you to stop short when you remembered your former plans for the evening. He watched curiously as you cleared the table, your stomach even more unruly now with half a beer sloshing around inside of it.
âWhatâs all this?â he asked, indicating the various packets and bottles. You laughed nervously.
âItâs just skin stuff. I was gonna do a face mask while I watched a movieâŠbecause thatâs just the rock and roll kinda lifestyle I lead.â
Your jittery attempt at a joke only made Eddieâs own smile widen as he plucked one of the packets from your grasp and held it up to read the label.
âCan I do one?â he asked.
You choked back another laugh, brow arching at him in disbelief. âDo you want to?â
âKind of, yeah,â he chortled. âThey look kinda like potions or something. Seems like fun.â
You rolled your shoulder in a shrug. âThen knock yourself out,â you said.Â
And he did.
Eddie plopped himself down at one end of the sofa and ripped into the package heâd selected. It was branded as a âunicornâ mask, which really just meant it was made out of shiny, holographic paper that shone with rainbows when the light hit it. He admired the swirling colors briefly and then set about laying the mask over his face, his head suddenly turning to catch you staring.
âAm I beautiful yet?â he asked, playfully fluttering his long lashes at you.
You already were.
The thought popped into your head so quickly you almost said it out loud and you had to bite back the comment, your pulse starting to race all over again. You pressed your lips together as you nodded and focused all your attention on placing a pair of gel patches under your own eyes.
Eddie watched you tap them into place, smiling. âYou do this a lot?â he asked.
âEvery couple weeks or so. More often in the winter because the cold really fucks with my skin. Obviously.â You gestured at your face and sighed.
âI never noticed,â he said with a gentle shake of his head. âAlways looks nice to me.â
The compliment made your face burn in spite of the cooling aloe patches and you shook your head, the tingling in your cheeks only increasing the longer his eyes lingered on you. With shaky hands, you reached for the remote and started flipping through the channels while Eddie dug into the pizza. The both of you hummed excitedly in unison as you landed on an old horror flick just as the opening credits had started to roll, the decision of what to watch made easy.
As you set the remote down and reached for your own slices, realizing Eddie had plated up two and placed them down in front of you, you couldnât stop your eyes from dating sideways to look at him once more. But the moment you did, a loud laugh burst out and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to try and stifle itâfailing miserably.
He had his tongue stretched out as far as it would go, the pink muscle wiggling wildly as he tried to guide the end of his pizza into his mouth through the too-small opening of his mask.
âHang on, hang on,â you said, taking some mercy on him. âLet me help you.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about,â he scoffed, âIâm doing great over here.â
It only made you laugh harder watching Eddie as he kept trying to eat, now clumsily flicking out his tongue like a drunken chameleon and grimacing when he tasted some of the product on his mask.
He stilled, though, as you scooted onto the center cushion and began to further tear the slits around his mouth, your fingers trembling as they brushed the corners of his plush lips.
Too late, you realized how close your face had gotten to his. Your eyes nearly crossed you were staring at him so hard, trapped in his hypnotic gaze as his enormous eyes locked on yours. The deep brown, almost black, of them only looked more otherworldly like this, surrounded by swirls of silver and rainbows like he was some kind of alien or android. Blinking dumbly, as if coming out of a trance, you pulled your hands away.
âUmâŠbetter?â you asked, eyes darting away from his face and almost instantly returning.
Eddie tested how far he could unhinge his jaw, stretching his mouth open as far as he could, unencumbered by the chin portion of his mask. He brought his slice up to take a massive bite.
âPerfect,â he said, grinning widely through a mouthful of cheese and sauce.
You actually did manage to relax at least slightly the longer the night wore on, helped immensely by the joint Eddie lit and offered to you to take the first hit. It passed leisurely between you, each of your inhales making it easier to deal with the idea that your lips were basically touching his.
Another movie started up after the one you first put on finished, but you made no move towards the remote. Your body felt warm and relaxed from the high, limbs melding into the sofa cushions like you were becoming part of them.
And Eddie too seemed perfectly happy to spend his night exactly where he was. His unicorn mask sat discarded on top of his pizza crusts and heâd shifted down in his seat, knees spreading wide and filling your mind withâŠthoughts.
You kept expecting him to make some excuse to leave, freaked out that heâd caught you looking at him just a few too many times for comfort.
But he never did.
âI think this is the last of it,â Eddie said, staring at the tiny smoldering nub pinched between his thumb and forefinger.
âTake it, itâs yours,â you smiled, letting your head squish against the back of the couch.Â
Eddie shook his head. âCâmon, now,â he grinned back at you. âSharing is caring.â
He crooked his fingers, motioning for you to move in closer as he brought the joint up to his lips and steadily inhaled the last hit. He shifted onto the center cushion and you mirrored his movement, his knee bumping your calf lightly as you tucked your feet beneath you, toes wiggling nervously.
With his free hand, he gently cupped the side of your face and tilted your head to the side as his own lips parted and you leaned together.Â
A stream of smoke poured out of him and you breathed it in, holding it in your chest for a few moments before you exhaled it back at him. He smiled as your breath fanned over his face, his dimples showing as his cheeks pushed up fully. The sight made your own smile spread, pulling your bottom lip back with your teeth as his thumb softly caressed your jaw.
His lips parted again, a whisper of your name falling off them, sounding like a foreign language.Â
You inhaled deeply again, trying to steady your racing heart, your whole body suddenly tingling in a way that was distinctly different from the way it did from the high. It didnât do any good, though, not when Eddieâs head lifted slightly and you swore his eyes started to closeâ
A loud BEEP made you jump away, the moment shattered by your phone getting a text.
You instantly felt the loss of Eddieâs hand where it had been holding you, cold now in spite of all the blood currently coursing beneath your skin. You turned and fumbled about for your phone as it beeped again, almost more insistently.
Eddie retreated to his end of the sofa and you gave your head another forcible shake, trying to rid yourself of the shivers running rampant over your body. Whatever you imagined was just about to happen was surely not going toâthe weed had to have your mind playing tricks on you.
âUgh.â
The sound popped out unconsciously, irritation flaring just at the sight of the name attached to the message and making you recoil before you even opened it to see what it said.
âJeez,â Eddie smirked at your distasteful noise, giving you a sly look. âWhoâs that?â
âNobody,â you sighed, rolling your eyes. âJust some guy I went out with a few times.â
Eddie sputtered slightly on the sip of beer heâd just taken, a dusting of pink spreading across his cheeks and his eyes rounding slightly as he wiped his palm on the thigh of his jeans.
âOh. Do I, umâŠdo I need to, like, make myself scarce or something?â
A bitter laugh burst out at the implication and you started to shake your head a little too hard. âAhh, no,â you told him flatly, âNot at all.â
Eddieâs shoulders relaxed, his smile returning, seeming almost a little pleased to hear that.
âHow come?â he asked with a teasing smile, nodding at the rest of your skincare on the table. âYou donât wanna get him over here? Get him all nice and moisturized?â
âIâm good,â you assured, clicking off your phone and silencing it before laying it face down on the table. âNot exactly in the mood to beg someone to go down on me tonight, soââ
âBeg?â Eddie scoffed, taking another swig of his beer. âWho has to be begged to do that?â
Your gaze darted sideways, eyeing him curiously.Â
âUhhâŠall of them? In my experience, most guys arenât all that into it. You know?â
âNo, not really,â he said, shrugging his shoulders. âI fuckinâ love it.â
Your own drink stopped half-way to your lips and you chanced another glance at him. Your voice went quiet. Meeker than you would have liked. Lacking all the frankness with which he spoke.
âYouâŠyou do?â
âWell, yeah,â he said. âI mean, making a girl come on your tongue is likeâŠâ
He trailed off into silence, looking up at the ceiling as he searched for the right word, but youâd jumped back in before he could find it.
âYou make them come? JustâŠjust from that?â
âAhhâŠâ Eddie faltered now, staring at his lap and picking at the label on his beer with his thumb nail. âNot always. It depends on the girl. But, I dunnoâŠmaybe, like, ninety percent of the time?â
âJesus Christ,â you gasped, eyes rounding with embarrassment when you realized you said it out loud. Beside you, Eddie shifted in his seat on the couch, turning himself towards you.
âDo you not come when they go down on you?â
You blinked back at him, almost too stunned to speak. âWellâŠno. They arenât usually down there that long. I mostly just need it because the spit helps when Iâm not wet.â
Holy shit. That weed must have been way stronger than you realized for these words to be spilling out of you like they were. Cheeks officially a raging inferno, you focused every speck of your attention on the movie flickering on the TV.
Eddieâs eyes never left your face, though. His expression only softened as he stared at you, his words coming out in a hushed whisper.
âOh, sweetheartâŠâ
Your face only burned hotter from the way he said it. Itâs not exactly pity in his tone, or filling his eyes, itâs more likeâŠdisappointment.
Disappointment in who, you werenât entirely sure. And you sure as shit werenât going to let this go on long enough to find out.
âIâm sorry, I donât know how we got on this,â you said. âThis is way too much information for you.â
âNo, no, thatâs not what Iââ
Eddieâs hand started to reach out for you, but you were already on your feet.Â
Scrambling to gather up your soiled plates and desperate to look anywhere besides at him, you hurried into the kitchen to start cleaning up. The weed in your system was starting to turn on you, making your mind run rampant with competing thoughts, the most persistent of them being an echo of Eddieâs voice, hearing the same four words over and over and over again.
I fuckinâ love it.
Just the memory of him saying them made your stomach swoop and your core flutter, your hands shaking as you reached to turn on the tap.
âCan I just ask you one more thing?â
Eddieâs voice behind you made your shoulders tense, but you forced them to remain stillâtrying to look relaxed. The plates in your hands clinked against the sink basin as you set them down and turned slowly, resting your butt on the edge of the counter as you nodded at him.
He moved forward tentatively, setting down the beer bottles heâd brought from the living room.
âDo you like going down on guys?â
Your mouth fell open at the question and you had to quickly snap it shut. âUmâŠyeah,â you said after clearing your throat. âI like it fine.â
Truth be toldâŠyou really did like it. And with the right partner, you kind of loved it.
There was a kind of satisfaction you got watching even the most confident and charismatic guys be reduced to a simpering pile of putty as soon as your mouth came anywhere near their cock.
It was an intoxicating sort of power you felt when you drew the most desperate and eager sounds out of themâlike when a guy slid into your mouth for the first time and just groaned in relief, like he had never felt anything as good as you in his life.
âOkay, then,â Eddie grinned, his eyes flickering as he watched your face. âSo the person youâre with should like it too, right? He shouldnât do it just because he has to. He should do it because he wants to make you feel good. The same way you want him to feel good.â
He took slow, careful steps forward as he spoke, the distance between you getting smaller with each. You felt your chest start to heave, trying to keep the furious pounding of your heart under control as Eddieâs body drew nearer.
He came to a stop in front of you, brown eyes trained on the space between your nose and chin. He licked his lips, running the flat of his tongue over the bottom one like he was imagining it was your own. Saliva flooded your mouth and you swallowed it down, lips trembling as they parted.
You thought you might be sick with anticipation, waiting for the touch of his mouth on yours. Because he was gonna kiss you, right?Â
God, did you want him to kiss youâŠ
Your grasp curled under the lip of the counter, nails digging into the wood beneath the laminate. Eddieâs eyes broke from yours, flitting down to see your hands clenched, like you were trying to rip off a chunk of it. His brow furrowed slightly and he took a step back, the absolute deflation you felt as he stepped away making your whole body slump as the tension flooded out of it.
It was so overwhelming, you had to look away, eyes landing on the clock over the stove.
âOh, shit!â you gasped, making Eddieâs head jump back up. âIs it really that late?â
Midnight had come and gone according to the glowing green numbers without you so much as noticing. Eddie swallowed hard, his mouth falling open like he wanted to say something else, but no words came out. Instead, he busied himself with getting the emptied bottles heâd set down and tossing them in the recycling bin.
âI, umâŠI should get out of your hair,â he sighed, ringed hand rubbing the back of his neck.
You werenât totally sure what possessed you to say what you did next. Something about the sight of his frowning face, the corners of his lips turned down in confusion or even disappointment, it was hard to say which. All you could think was that you didnât want him to leave.
âYou donât have to,â you said suddenly.
Eddieâs stopped short and his spine straightened, his head turning slowly towards you like he wasnât convinced he really just heard those words come out of your mouth. You shot him a small smile.Â
âYou can stay overâŠif you want.â
He stared back at you, doe eyes blinking at you in surprise. âReally?â he asked.
âYeah, of course,â you said, trying not to sound like your vocal chords were in a vice. âThe roads are shit and itâs late. I meanâŠitâs only if you want. You certainly donât have toââ
âNo, no, no, that-that would be great, actually,â he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. He took a steadying breath and smiled as his eyes met yours again. âIâd really like that.â
With the sort of energy that would make a hummingbird jealous, you bustled around the apartment gathering a spare pillow and an extra blanket for Eddie while he brushed his teeth in the bathroom. You carried them over to the couch, hugging the linens tight to your chest.Â
You thought about how they might smell like him in the morning. How he might wake up with his hair all big and messy from sleep, his eyes half-lidded with crust in the corners, his boxers slung low on his narrow hips, the small trail of hair that swirled just below his navel on displayâ
âThanks,â Eddie said, making you jump when you realized he was behind you.Â
Your heartbeat thundered in your eardrums as you turned around and held the linens out to him. His fingers met yours among the folds and you nearly jumped out of your skin at the contact.
âN-no problem,â you said, averting your gaze again as you headed down the short hallway.
You hovered at your bedroom door, glancing back over your shoulder at Eddie as he flicked off all of the lights except the one on the end table, peeling away his flannel to reveal his sinewy arms littered with tattoos. The sight made your cheeks pulse in time with your heartbeat. Among other things.
âGood night,â you said.Â
Eddieâs head snapped up and he stared at you for a brief moment, his eyes running up and down your body, his bottom lip between his teeth like he was deep in thought about something.
âGood night,â he said finally. âSleep tight.â
In bed, sleep evaded you.Â
You lay there, splayed wide in the center of your mattress, arms and legs stretched out across the rumpled sheets youâd gotten yourself twisted up in too many times to count as youâd turned over and over and over and over, searching for a comfortable position. Finding none.
Any attempt at settling down for the night was impossible when you couldnât shake thisâŠthis⊠incessant, obstinate, unrelenting need calling out for satisfaction. It was like your body could sense that Eddie was in the next room and was refusing sleep in favor of filling your mind with thoughts of what could happen, of what he might be doing, if you just went out there and went for it.
What if you did? Just strode down the hall and climbed on top of him in the dark? Whipped off your sleep shirt to bare yourself and let his hands and lips roam freely all over you? You could just about feel the cold bite of his rings on your skin, you were thinking about it so much.
The conversation youâd had earlier kept running through your head, his words still echoing in your mind and making you throb everywhere.Â
I fuckinâ love it, heâd said. Blatantly. Plainly. Like it should be obvious. But youâd never heard anyone express that kind of affinity for eating a girl out.
The majority of the guys youâd been with, those who had been willing to do it at all, only seemed to be doing so under duress or out of obligation. Or worse, they spent the exact bare minimum amount of time down there in order to get you going, only to stop short, and wasted no time redirecting the focus to their pleasure.
Then, of course, they had all the time in the world.
It was hard to say why, but there was something about Eddie wanting to do itâeven being eager to do so, that only made him hotter.
You huffed loudly and pushed the heels of your hands against your eyes, forfeiting the staring contest you were locked in with your ceiling.
This was so stupid. You were getting yourself all worked up, and over what? Eddie was most likely balls deep in a REM cycle by now, and if you went out there and made some kind of ill-conceived âmoveâ on him there was absolutely, positively, no chance in hell he would everâ
Knock knock knock
The gentle raps on your door made you bolt upright in bed. They were so quiet, you thought maybe you might have dreamed them, painfully awake as you were. But then they sounded again, this time accompanied by Eddieâs hushed voice tentatively calling out your name.
âYeah?âÂ
Your eyes zeroed in on your door knob, waiting with bated breath for it to turn, but Eddie spoke again before he dared to even touch it.
âHey, umâŠcan I come in?â he asked.
You tugged your sheets upwards, covering your exposed thighs as you inhaled a deep bracing breath. âS-sure,â you said, still despising the nervous way your voice wavered.
The door finally cracked open and Eddie poked his head in. A little sliver of light from the hallway illuminated your room and you could see his curls were now tied up in a bun, sitting low on his neck with a few short tendrils framing his face. It made it so that you could actually see his ears and you realized for the first time they were kind of cute.Â
How the fuck could ears be so cute?
âSorry to bug you,â he whispered. âBut do you have an extra blanket or something? Itâs, umâŠit's kind of cold out there.â
âOh, shit,â you sighed in realization. âItâs probably the windows. One of them doesnât close right. Uh, yeah, just let meââ
You started to climb out of the bed, only to freeze as your foot hovered over the rug. The big shirt you had worn to sleep in was long, but not that long. The hem of it barely skimmed the bottom of your ass and if you stood up, you would basically be flashing Eddie your underwear.
Maybe it was okay? It would only be for a second. And it was mostly dark, maybe he wouldnât even notice? Or maybe you didnât need to get out of bed at allâŠ
âYou know, umâŠâ You licked your lips, daring yourself to look back up at Eddie. âYou could just sleep in here. If you want.â
Eddieâs eyes flickered at that, dark brown irises black in the low light, filling with something you couldnât quite place. Was it apprehension? Surprise? Excitement?
âYou sure?â he asked, his voice still hushed.
You swallowed hard as you drew your leg back underneath the warmth of the blanket, nodding at him to confirm, your teeth gnawing at the fleshy insides of your cheek as you did.
He entered the room fully, revealing how heâd stripped down to nothing but his tank top and a pair of blue checkered boxers. As he pushed the door closed behind him and crossed over to the opposite side of your bed, your heart threatened to beat straight out of your chest.Â
Your eyes briefly darted downwards only for you to avert them just as quicklyâtelling yourself it must be the dark playing tricks on you, making you think you saw his boxers were half-tented.
The mattress dipped as he settled into the bed with you and you felt a rush of heat that came off his body like a furnace as you both scooted down to lay flat. Your body was rigid as you resumed your staring contest with the ceiling, thundering heartbeat only picking up more speed when Eddie rolled over onto his side to look at you.
âCan you not sleep?â he asked, his voice coming out in a gentle rasp.
Your hair rustled against your pillow as you shook your head. âNo. You?â
âNope. Iâve, umâŠIâve been thinking about what we talked about,â he said slowly. âEarlier.â
You inhaled sharply, certain he had to be able to see the effect he had on you even in near pitch darkness. But was it really your imagination that you seemed to have a similar effect on him?
âYeah?â you whispered.
Eddie nodded, his eyes dropping to your mouth, the tip of his tongue swiping across his bottom lip to wet it as he spoke.
âI was wondering if I couldâŠif youâd like me toââ
âYes.â
The word all but flew out of you, filled with heat and need. And no sooner had you uttered it was he rolling on top of you, his body pressing against yours, his rapidly firming length prodding your heat through your panties. His lips descended on to yours, making every part of you heave in response to his touch. He actually moaned into your kiss, both your lips and his vibrating with the sound. Every part of him moved with yours in perfect harmony, every curve and bulge of his body finding a home against your own.
Itâs like youâre warm bread and heâs the butter, spreading smoothly across you and melting into your every crease and crevice.
âFuck, Iâve wanted this so long,â he panted out in between feverish kisses dotted along your neck, his teeth nipping at your racing pulse.
âReally?â
âGod, yes,â he groaned, his hands gliding over the length of your body. âI dreamed about touching youâŠhow youâd soundâŠwhat youâd taste likeâŠâ
âJesus Christ.â
You had never felt like this before, your very being thrumming with energy and ready to go off like a firecracker as soon as someone lit your match. You could have chalked it up to the weed, or to the beer, or to the fact that you hadnât been touched like this in so longâand even when you had been touched, it was nothing like this.
But ultimately you knewâŠthe real reason was him.
âFeel good?â Eddie asked, his pink lips curled up in a catlike smile as he rolled his hips forward, pressing them against you in a filthy grind that had your back arching off the bed.
âShit,â you gasped, breathless, âS-so good, Eddieâfuck.â
The way he was moving against you had your mind emptying rapidly. It was all you could do not to wrap your legs around his waist and squeeze him close to increase that sinful sweet pressure he was putting on your core. But Eddie was quick to give you more, pushing up on his hands so his hips married with yours and he could look down at the mess he was making of you.
âEddie, I want you to fuck me,â you whined, voice all high and desperate. âI need it, please.â
His original offer had officially flown out of your head. All you could think about right now was him being fully seated inside of you, his cock stroking your walls, his thrusts reaching deep. Heâd gotten you so wet just from kissing, him going down on you now was practically redundant.
âYou want my cock already, huh?â he teased you lowly, leaning in close again, the tip of his nose touching yours. âToo bad.â
His gentle mocking tone and the way he purred so softly made every atom in your body tremble. You stared up at him with your hips squirming trying to chase the friction you so desperately needed as he started to shuffle further down the bed, making you whimper at the loss.
âWhatâs wrong?â he chuckled at your pitiful little sound. âYou think Iâm being mean?â
You nodded back at him and his giant eyes glinted in the dark, his handsome face full of mirth and mischief as his chest rumbled with a laugh. The sound of it rippled down your spine, making it go instantly rigid and then slackening like the crack of a whip. Oh, you were in troubleâŠ
âWell, I am mean. And selfish too,â he gritted out, his fingers kneading at your waist, bunching the material of your t-shirt in his fists to pull it taught across your chest. âBecause Iâm gonna kiss this pussy all I wantâŠall night long, if I feel like it.â
With his words dripping thick and sweet from his lips, he shifted even further down on the bed with a practiced swivel of his hips. He kissed his way down your body, pushing up the hem of your shirt to reveal the bare expanse of your stomach and hips, groaning again as he caught a glimpse of the underside of your breasts.
âIâveâŠbeen waitingâŠway too longâŠto taste youâŠâ
His voice slipped back into that lower register as he placed a line of delicate kisses to your navel in between his words. His head dropped lower, lower, lower until he met the apex of your spread thighs. A soft moan escaped your lips as he laved his tongue over your clothed slit, licking through the thin barrier until his spit had soaked through the cotton to mix with your arousal.
âTake them off,â you gasped, raising your hips to help him.
If he had decided to tear them, to rip them right from your body, you wouldnât have minded in the slightest. But he curled his fingers around the elastic and dragged them down your legs, settling back on his calves to tug them off, the blunt edges of his fingernails raking lightly over your skin all the way to your ankles. It made gooseflesh bloom across every inch of you, all the way to your scalp as you pushed your head back into the pillow, so overwhelmed by the feeling.
He works infuriatingly slow. Teasing you, toying with you like itâs a big game. He kissed softly along your seam, nuzzling his face against your inner thighs, skimming his lips over your folds that are doused with your slick, not even bringing his tongue into play yet. It makes your clit just ache for him, the little bundle of nerves yearning for the attention he just won't give it.
Not yet.
Finally, finally, he placed one long kiss on your sensitive bead, popping off far too soon for your liking to murmur softly to you in the dark.
âCanât believe you had to beg that loser to do thisâŠIâd beg you just to let me do itâŠâ
âThen do it, Eddie,â you groaned, bunching the sheets in your fists. âPlease, please, just do itââ
Youâre almost crying now you want him so badly, the anticipation making your chest tighten and your lungs constrict. All the amusement drains from Eddieâs face as he looks at you, doe eyes shining like they held every star in the galaxy as he studied your pained expression.
âRelax for me, baby,â Eddie soothed in a steady whisper, his palm rubbing across your stomach. âIâm gonna take care of you, okay? I promise.â
Keeping your gaze locked on his, you nodded back at him and then closed your eyes to take the deepest breath you could manage. He watched you silently, studying the way your chest rose as you inhaled, and the way you held the breath in for a five count before you released.
And just as your breath crested, just as you felt the relief of the oxygen flowing throug your body, he fixed his lips around your clit and sucked.
The noise that he dragged out of you didnât even sound human. It was shock, it was calm, it was joy, it was confusion, it was elation, it was rage.
It was as though every emotion youâd ever felt in your whole life was thrown into a blender and that sound was the end result.
Your hips jumped, bucking into his face, but Eddie never faltered. He kept his hold on you, arms wrapped tight around your thighs to keep them spread open so he could continue to devour you. He didnât just go down on you, his mouth and tongue and chin and nose moved together in any and every possible direction until you yourself had forgotten which way was up.
It made you doubt your very existence. No way was this real. No way could anything feel this fucking good. And yet at the same time, it was too real. The tickle of his hair on your inner thigh, his hot breath fanning over your most private skin, the noises he made muffled by your pussy lips. Every visceral detail swirled together, rushing you headlong towards oblivion.
âThatâs it, thatâs it,â Eddie said hoarsely. âCome on my tongue for me, beautiful. I gotta have it.â
He pulled his lips from you, his fingers plunging easily inside your gushing center, crooking up to rub that spot you only ever dreamed of someone reaching. As you clenched around his digits and he could feel how close you were, his tongue returned to your folds in long and languid swipes that ended in fluttering flicks and swirls.
He does everything so carefully, so thoroughly, that the brink he brings you to feels more earned than anything youâve ever felt. Stars burst behind your rolled back eyes, tears squeezing out at the corners and spilling down your cheeks.
Your mouth fell open as you moaned in earnest abandon, chanting out his name in praise in between heaving breaths to gulp down air.
The aftershock seems to last longer than the orgasm itself, your legs twitching under Eddieâs firm grasp long after the explosive feeling had receded. He slid up to lay next to you, cradling you gently in his arms, out of breath himself as he watched you return to earth, his nose and mouth and chin all glistening with your spend.
âYou okay?â he asked, hopeful and earnest, his cocky bravado long since dissolved.
âSo good,â you gasped. âIt was incredible, Eddie. Holy shitâŠâ
His chest shook with a low laugh at your dazed expression. Your eyelids drooped, exhaustion trying to overtake you, but you forced it back. Suddenly filled with the urge to make him feel as good as you did, you let your hand drift toward his boxers, making his whole body shudder as your hand grazed across a damp spot there.
WaitâŠwas that? No, not a chance. No way did he come just from eating you out.
âEasy, killer,â Eddie chuckled, reaching down for your wandering hand and lacing his fingers with yours to gently tug it back up and kiss it. âWhat do you want in there, huh?â
âEddie, please,â you pouted up at him as your eyes fought to stay open. âI want more, I want to make you come too.â
âWe will,â he assured you, his fingertips gently trailing across your forehead, down your temple, along your jaw. âJust close your eyes for a minute. Then weâll do anything you want.â
The sigh you let out was a little huffy, but you couldnât deny how appealing it sounded to rest your eyesâjust for a minute. They start to flutter shut and the last thing you felt was Eddieâs warm breath on your ear as he leaned close to whisper,
âGood night, sweetheart.â
Sunlight came streaming through your blinds far too soon for your liking. Its warm rays splashed across your face as it rose in the sky and you withdrew reluctantly from your sleep.
A deep, blissful, fucked-out sleep like you hadnât had in years.
Everything came into focus slowly as you woke. The hum of the fan overhead pushing cool air down, the distant chirp of birds from the tree outside your windowâŠthe subtle weight of Eddieâs arm slung across your torso.
He was still asleep next to you, snoring softly with his face smashed into the lilacs printed on your pillowcase. You couldnât be sure if he had fallen asleep holding you or if he reached for you at some point during the night and never let go.
Either option was equally enthralling.
His hair had come loose from his bun, curls now big and frizzy around his face like a lionâs mane. And even in sleep, there was a look of quiet satisfaction on his face. Contentedness, like he was in the middle of a really good dream. You even let yourself believe you saw the slight curve of a smile on his plush lips, one you were sure matched your own.
You reached out a hand and gently touched the fringe obscuring his large forehead, brushing them back to reveal the thickness of his eyebrows and the dusting of freckles along his nose and cheeks. Fuck him, if he wasnât even prettier.
Moving carefully so as not to disturb his slumber, you rolled over onto your side and reached for your phone on the nightstand, looking for the time and instead finding a text from Argyle.
hope u enjoyed ur special delivery ;)
Thank you for reading. love you, mean it! đ
This has been gathering dust in my drafts for a minute now.
Been feeling the lack of inspiration/motivation to write lately real hard, so it was nice to go back to something that I really enjoyed writing and had a lot of fun with.
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â FAVORITE GIRL
á° you think he's just another frat boy with meaningless flirty words for the person he sits next to in a boring class (he's down horrendous)
frat boy satoru x f!reader, college au, somewhat established relationship you guys are classmates, sfw no smut, alcohol consumption, cigarette smoking, just lots of him being an idiot with a massive huge earth shattering crush <3
"And how's my favorite girl?"
"Worse, thought you'd skip this class again and we'd have some peace." You roll your eyes as you slide the straps of your backpack over the back of your chair.
Satoru Gojo, nuance Sig Ep and unfortunately glued to your side since the first day of statistics for reasons unknown to you. You'd made an effort to avoid members of greek life on campus, not wanting to get involved in party culture or whatever new dramatics were unfolding with its subgroups. That only seemed to encourage him though, casually throwing his arm around you through the duration of lectures and begging in that whining tone of his for you to come by the house.
You never did, you also pointedly ignored most of his text messages and actively regretted ever having to give him your phone number after the one assignment you'd been paired up for. Outside the occasional drunk text where he'd plead for you to show up, which did make you feel both bad for ignoring him and a little high off the attention. Not that you'd ever admit to clicking your phone lock and grinning to yourself in bed on those nights.
"C'mon, I'm the highlight of your day!" He shoots you that signature megawatt smile and you stick out your tongue at him, scooting your chair in the opposite direction and creating a wide gap as you sit down.
You see him frown and for a half second it looks genuine, making a pang of guilt reverberate through you so you scoot back to where you were and he resumes pestering you with some latest escapade in the Eps house as you both wait for the stream of students to peter off and the lecture to begin.
"Hey so, why you been ignoring my texts?" He pulls a pout and god you wish it wasn't actually cute.
"You send me weird combinations of emojis Gojo, what can I say to that?"
"It's Satoru," he quips almost immediately, barely allowing you to finish.
"Alright, Satoru, it's because you send me weirdo shit. Say hi every once in a while and maybe I'll say it back." You shrug, opening your laptop and preparing yourself to block out his incessant whispering for the next hour while you take down notes.
~
"You actually came!"
The sheer volume in the cramped, would-be living room of the house made you wince in tandem with his shout as Satoru threw an arm around you.
"I'm just humoring you so you stop bugging me!" You shout back, accepting a cup of god knows what from his hands and already formulating a plan of when it would be polite to bow out for the night without a barrage of where'd you go texts.
He doesn't answer you, too busy immediately yelling at some other guy over the volume of the music but you don't miss the way his hand slides down your back to settle at the lower curve, just above your ass. It makes you smile a little, despite your own misgivings about the scene you're in.
But quickly it becomes too much, being jostled by a permanently sweaty and horny crowd in such a cramped space, and you find yourself drifting outside to a patio sparsely populated with only a handful of smokers. The alcohol buzzing inside your brain makes you crave one, a thick, acrid stream of smoke spreading like thick flower petals blossoming inside your lungs.
One girl catches your eye and slowly you meander over to where she's perched, away from the rest on a railing that's seen one too many coats of poor paint jobs.
"Could I bum one off you?"
"You got a dollar?"
Lamely you pat your hips, absentmindedly searching for one until she lets out a soft laugh and extends the pack in her hand out to you. Marlboro lights, the gold top of it shimmers faintly in the dim light as you slide one out and accept the lighter she passes you.
"I tell myself lights mean I'm working on quitting. What a load of shit." She huffs out a laugh to herself as you flick the lighter and it gives a few sparky coughs before the flame catches, burning the tip of the cigarette into a solid ember cherry.
"I'm Ieiri," she says cordially as you hand back the deep purple lighter.
You give her your name before taking a deep drag of the cigarette, enjoying the feeling of it settling in your chest.
"They should invent a kind of cigarette that doesn't kill you." You say absentmindedly and she cracks a smile.
"Too bad the "healthy " cigarettes of ye old days had asbestos in them."
That makes you laugh, enjoying the way it flows into the air with the breeze that plays against your skin, like a lover running fingers over it and giving you gooseflesh.
"Wait, you're the girl Satorus got statistics with right? Tuesdays and Thursdays?" She asks between puffs, flicking ash off into the dark.
"Yeah, the very same. I figured I should finally take him up on the offer to come over, I've blown him off so many times." Saying out loud makes you feel a little like an ass, he may get on your nerves but he's never been anything but sweet to you.
"You know he's like, obsessed with you, right?" She says with another laugh and it makes you raise a brow.
"Oh yeah?"
She shakes her head, another drag before continuing. "Oh yeah. Gets too drunk every weekend and cries in the bathroom because you didn't show, has a crisis every day because he doesn't know what to say to you in texts. I've never seen him excited about a math course before this semester either, usually it's any excuse to cut class until a prof bitches at him."
With every word a strange sense of giddiness grows in tandem with the alcohol drenching your brain, and you can't help but think about those devastating blue eyes. The opposite of rose colored glasses but it fits, a shade of comfortable blue that tints the world because of him and suddenly you're gripped by the urgent need to go back inside and find him.
"Hey, thanks for the cigarette but I'm gonna go find him. See you inside?" You crush the butt out with the toe of your shoe, grinding it down and giving Ieiri a wave goodbye as the wall of thumping bass and neon light swallows you back up.
It strikes you as incredible how a house can turn into a labyrinth when filled to the brim with bodies and only offering the occasional flash of strobe or neon lights to guide you in the dark. After when feels like hours and checking nearly every room you come across for Satoru, without luck, you find Ierie once again leaning against a closed door with a particularly bored expression.
"Satoru she wasn't saying she was leaving she said she was coming to find you, dummy. Open the door."
As you sidled up beside her she shot you a conspiratorial glance before pulling you closer so you could hear her over the din.
"Can you tell him you're right here? He's such a whiny drunk." She rolls her eyes but you can tell it's playful, although you get the feeling this has happened more than once.
Hesitantly you put your palm against the door, feeling the distant bass thrumming through the wood. "Hey Satoru? I didn't leave, I'm right out here with Ierie!"
There's silence on the other side, making you frown in concern until the door is suddenly wrenched open and you nearly fall right against him. Despite clearly being drunk his hands come to grasp your upper arms gently to steady you before yanking you inside the hazy dark of what you assume was his bedroom.
"You're welcome!" You hear Shoko yell through the door as he sits down in a huff, still holding onto you, against a well worn futon.
You can't help but giggle at the way he almost curls around you, as if determined to attach to your side like some sort of sucker fish. With a bit of wiggling you manage to pull back, sweeping a few stray strands of hair from those baby blues as you do.
It's in that moment, when your fingertips brush his skin, that everything seems to pause. The noise outside seemingly vanishes, and it's like only the two of you exist in a comfortable bubble of silence. You never really noticed how his eyes looked almost crystalline before, too pretty to exist.
"Who gave you eyes like that?" You murmur, more to yourself but nevertheless he beams down at you.
"So you do like me, huh?"
The way he says it, so boyish, so... happy. You can't help but smile back, a shy thing that barely tugs at the corners of your lips.
"Duh, of course I do."
That makes him frown a bit, brows knitting in thought and somehow it made him look even cuter. No fair.
"Then how come you never showed up before? And you don't text me back?" A little pout forms on his lips as he finishes and you're struck with the overwhelming urge to kiss him.
With a superhuman effort you keep yourself focused on answering him. "You're, well... All this," you gesture broadly with your hands as you pull away slightly. "And I'm just a girl you have stats with. I thought maybe you were just yanking me around, being flirty in class but that's it, you know? I didn't wanna look stupid getting my hopes up."
"A girl I have stats with? You're joking, right? You're everything." He says incredulously, eyes wide as if more shocked than insulted that you could've looked at the situation that way.
Heat rushes beneath your skin at that, you're everything, and you know it's not the alcohol making you lightheaded. In your silence he continues.
"Y'know I'm not just messing around with you, I think about you all the time. Sometimes you're all I think about all day-"
With a surge of confidence you grab him by the front of his shirt, pulling him down and cutting him off with your lips pressed against his. It grips you like a fever, a crushing need to taste him. It's all sloppy teeth and tongues and spit but it feels perfectly serendipitous at the same time, an otherworldly calm that takes hold of your mind as your lips move against one another.
As you open your eyes into his you can't help the grin that now stretches wide across your mouth, giggling as you press kiss after kiss against his lips, his cheeks, his forehead and soon enough he's dissolved into a puddle of giggles and faux pouts in your arms.
"Will you tell me I'm your favorite girl again?"
"I'll tell you that forever."
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