HELLO?!?! LIA YOU ARE SO INSANE FOR THIS, THIS IS WAS SO SO GOOD

HELLO?!?! LIA YOU ARE SO INSANE FOR THIS, THIS IS WAS SO SO GOOD

[ 2:04 AM ] — PJS

⟡ ┆ pairing. jay x fem!reader

⟡ ┆ word count. 3.3k

⟡ ┆ genre. smut, slight fluff

⟡ ┆ content warnings. established relationship, idol!au (for jay, reader is unspecified), lots of pet names (they're in love, your honor)

⟡ ┆ note. first fic here, wrote this for my best friend and her love for jay, hope you like it <3

(smut warnings under the cut)

⟡ ┆ smut warnings. unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of masturbation (both f. and m., but no on screen action), unhealthy aftercare practices? (don't be like them, go pee after sex)

You stir awake — dazed and disoriented —  as you hear the door to your bedroom open slowly, your body floaty with leftover sleep, your limbs yet somehow weighed down by an invisible force, blankets and pillows covering you to shield you from the outside world, surrounding you with a toasty warmth. The cracked-open door allows for the brightness from your hallway to invade the room, illuminating the familiar body standing in the doorway, blocking out most of the outside lights and keeping them from completely blinding you. Through squinted eyes you observe your boyfriend stepping into the room, quietly closing the door behind him and shuffling his way over to the bed, careful and calculated movements as he sits down on the bed. A small smile steals its way onto your face as you watch him: clearly trying everything in his power not to wake you up — and clearly completely oblivious to the fact that you already are just that.

After pulling off his shirt and discarding his pants, Jay lifts up the duvet, crawls underneath it and turns towards you, jumping slightly when he comes face to face with your crinkling eyes peeking at him over the blanket you have pulled up to under your nose.

"Did I wake you?" he asks quietly, hand reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as he smiles tenderly at you, taking you in — your body all curled up, hair sprawled out over your pillow, your feet peeking out from underneath the side of the duvet, covered in the pair of fluffy socks he got you for your birthday last year, the color slightly faded by now after taking countless tumbles in the washing machine due to you wearing them more often than you'd like to admit.

You hum quietly in reply, "Yeah, kinda. But it's alright, at least I get to see your face one more time today."

He chuckles slightly at that, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer to him and press a kiss against your forehead, taking notice of the fact that it's well past midnight and therefore a new day, "Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but it's already tomorrow. If it helps, that means I was the first thing you saw today...and this just now was the first kiss I gave you today."

"Alright, alright...whatever you say," you giggle quietly, your lips curling into a smile at his words as you slightly shake your head at his silliness, pressing the side of your face against his bare chest, the warmth of his skin a nice contrast to the chilly air in your bedroom. 

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath, his intoxicating scent filling your nose with each inhale, remnants of his cologne still lingering on his skin, the familiarity of it slowly lulling you to sleep. Your limbs grow heavier with each passing moment as you find yourself getting pulled back into the slumber you were previously awoken from, hope of a few more restful hours of sleep taking root in your mind. 

However, Jay seems to have completely different plans: littering small kisses onto the crown of your head before lifting your hand to press a soft kiss against each of your fingertips just to lay it back down onto his chest to use his own hand to trail over the outside of your thigh. The shirt you wear to sleep rides up as his nails gently graze over your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake as he continues his journey upwards until he rests his hand against your ribcage, fingers just so brushing against the underside of your breasts, his touch causing your nipples to stiffen, your own body betraying you, composure already slowly slipping from your grasp.

"Baby...we should sleep, we both have to get up early tomorrow," you weakly try to convince him — as well as yourself — your voice fading more and more with each word until it's nothing more than a whisper breathed against his burning skin.

You've always hated to admit the effect Jay has on you.

There is nothing wrong with being attracted to someone you're in love with, of course not, especially not when you're with someone as loving and attentive as Jay. And truth be told...sex has never felt as amazing as it does when you're with him. But at times you feel almost a bit pathetic about the speed of which he manages to rile you up, turning you into complete putty in his hands, utterly compliant to him and his every need — whatever he wants to do, whatever he asks of you, you're more than willing to give him everything you have.

One glance in your direction has the potential to have you squirming in your seat, a simple brush of his fingers against your skin results in your underwear clinging to your soaked center. One even just slightly suggestive text sent to you when he was halfway across the world and you know you'd be spending your evening writhing on your bed with your vibrator as your companion, yearning for him to be the one to pleasure you instead, to replace the device pressed in-between your legs, whether with his fingers, his tongue or his cock, you quite frankly couldn’t bring yourself to care as long as it was him.

Pathetic. Absolutely Pathetic.

At least that's what you consider yourself and your behavior to be. 

To Jay, however, it's nothing more than the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed.

Knowing the effect he has on you turns him on beyond belief. It's not like he was any better than you either way like that one time he had to excuse himself from rehearsals just to spend the next couple of minutes locked in a bathroom stall, fisting his aching cock, desperately chasing his release while taking in the selfie you had sent him just a few minutes before, muffling his moans by biting down on his closed fist to muffle his moans. It wasn't even an overly sexy one, you hadn’t thought much when you had taken it and even less so as you had hit the send button on your phone, simply wanting to show your boyfriend your outfit of the day as you were getting ready to meet up with a friend. However — due to the angle — it showed off just enough cleavage to rile him up to the point where he might as well be comparable to a horny hormonal teenager who just discovered the depths of internet porn for the first time, thoughts of his cum spilling over your tits clouding his mind as it instead dribbled over his fingers as he leaned, panting, against the wall of the bathroom stall.

You could be doing the most mundane things like loading the dishwasher and before you know what's happening you're finding yourself bent over the kitchen counter, getting pounded into next week simply because your boyfriend gets turned out by essentially everything you did — whether it be you doing the laundry, watching a movie together with him or even such simple things as getting dressed in the morning. 

You're both just as down bad as the other, either of you so insanely in love with each other that even after months of being together it still feels like you're only mere weeks into dating, still in the honeymoon phase of your relationship. While some people might call it pathetic or maybe even a bit concerning and codependent, Jay and you simply had two words for it: in love.

Regardless of how turned on Jay could get you and how much you're cursing yourself for what you’re about to do, you still make yourself turn around in his arms, hoping that he will stop his onslaught with your back towards him and realize that the wise thing would be to let you both sleep so you wouldn't be completely exhausted in the morning once your alarm would ring. 

Unfortunately — or maybe fortunately after all – Jay's not going to be stopped by the change of position, if anything feeling your ass pressed right against the growing bulge in his underwear riles him up even more, and lucky for him your new position ends up giving him even more access to your body than before.

Like they have a mind of their own, his hands start wandering over your body, one slipping further up, fingers toying with your perked nipple, giving it a sharp tug that has your legs clenching together before settling on pinching and twisting it, rolling it between his thumb and pointer finger. The other is busy teasing the hem of your underwear, fingers slipping underneath just to let it snap against your skin as he lets go of the hem again. Your breathing gets heavier and heavier, transforming into huffed out pants with each passing second, legs twitching slightly in anticipation as you internally cuss your body for betraying you like this. With his chin he pushes your hair away from your neck, lips brushing over your clammy skin, the motion — despite the heat surrounding you — causing shivers to run up and down your spine.

Jay gently nibbles on your earlobe, his breath tickling your skin as he lowly whispers into your ear, "You're saying you want to sleep but your body is telling a completely different story. So, which one shall it be, my love?"

Your mouth falls open before you can even think about an answer, a quiet moan slipping past your lips as the man behind you starts sucking on your neck while simultaneously rolling his hips against your ass, his cock dragging oh so deliciously between your cheeks.

"Please..." you whimper weakly, the only reply you can muster in that moment, much to your boyfriend's amusement as he jumps right onto the chance to tease you even more.

"Please what, sweetheart? Come on, use your words like the big girl I know you are."

The groan that builds in the back of your throat is nothing short of desperate as you grind back against Jay, searching for even the slightest bit of relief. Your dreams are crushed by your boyfriend before you can get as much as a small taste of what you're searching for, his hips pulling back and his fingers pausing their assault on your sensitive nipple, hovering over it just close enough for you to feel their heat without actually giving you the satisfaction of getting to feel their touch, "Words, baby. Or I'm gonna stop and we'll go to sleep like you were so set on just a few minutes ago."

"N-no, please," you manage to pant out, squeezing your eyes shut as you attempt to calm yourself down a notch, at least enough to give him the answer he's waiting for, "Please just...shit...please fuck me, please, Jay."

"Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he mumbles into your ear, lips brushing against it, maneuvering a bit awkwardly to push your underwear down your legs before sliding his hand slowly towards your glistening cunt. He lifts your leg once his fingers grip the inside of your thigh, granting him easier access to your soaked core. Rather than doing the predictable thing and giving you your much carved relief by taking out his throbbing cock to finally fill you up, he instead tenderly runs two of his fingers through your folds, collecting your wetness on them and using it to rub slow and agonizing circles on your clit, your legs twitching in response as a needy, desperate whine leaves your lips.

"Patience, baby," he coos gently, his fingers pressing lightly into your weeping sex, getting your hopes of sweet relief up again just before pulling them out again, thoroughly getting you riled up for him. Your chest heaves up and down with each trembling breath you take, your head rolling back against Jay's chest as you pray to every deity known to you for your boyfriend to stop teasing you and just finally — finally — wreck you the way you need him to. Fingers move back to tease your clit, just to stop in the last possible moment and pull away, letting you believe your prayers are actually being answered just to let you crash down once more. You bite your lip to suppress an impatient whimper as Jay shifts slightly behind you, pulling his briefs down just enough to free his dick and run the burning hot tip through your folds to gather your silky wetness on himself. Even through bitten lips, noises of desperation make themselves known loud and clear in the otherwise silent bedroom as you push your hips back as much as his strong grip allows you to in hopes of him finally fully sliding into you.

"So desperate for my cock you can't even wait a minute, huh, sweetheart?" he rasps in your ear, a shiver running down your spine at the rasp in his voice.

The moment you feel him enter you, your walls stretching around him to make room for him, a sigh falls from your lips before you can even get the idea to stop it, relief flooding your system as he's sliding into you until his hips are pressed firmly against your ass, fully sheathed inside you. Jay's breath fans over your skin, beads of sweat collecting in the dip of your collarbone and sliding down the swell of your breasts and still, despite the warmth, your skin manages to erupt in goosebumps everywhere he meets you. His chest is smooth against your back, muscles rippling underneath your touch as you hold onto his arm to ground yourself the moment he starts shallowly thrusting into you, fingernails leaving crescent shaped marks on his honeyed skin. Slowly he pushes into you, his pace growing steadily, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips as he continues rocking against you. Lewd noises reverberate through your bedroom, skin slapping against skin, moans and whimpers tumbling past your lips. 

Jay isn't able to stay quiet either — he isn't even trying to if he's being completely honest with himself — groaning into your ear with each thrust, panting soft words of praise interrupted by the occasional curse pressed against your skin, only spurring both of you on even more. His hand wanders from your hips towards your pussy, fingers hovering just above your clit, enough to feel their presence — their warmth — but not close enough to actually touch you. You know he's teasing you, and he knows you know, but you cannot find it in you in the slightest to be mad at him, not when he keeps pushing into you the way he is right now, not when he's hitting all the right spots inside you, spots you didn't even realize exist within you until he first fucked you, effectively setting your body alight with pleasure, spots dancing in front of your vision with each push of his hips.

"Feel-feels s'good, Ja-" you cut yourself off with a loud moan, tossing your head back as his fingers start rubbing circles on your needy, puffy clit, immediately finding the right speed and pressure to get your walls to flutter around his cock, each pulse, each spasm sending another burning wave up your boyfriend's spine.

In a hopeless attempt to muffle yourself, embarrassed by the loudness of your own moan, you press a hand against your lips — only for Jay to reach for your wrist and yank it away from your mouth, not even giving you the slightest chance to try and silence yourself.

"Don't. I wanna hear everything you have to give to me," he growls, increasing the force of his thrusts almost as if to emphasize his point, "every sound, every little whimper or moan. Let the whole world know who's making my girl feel this good."

Your back arches at his words, walls clenching and contracting around him in sync with your racing heart, molding themselves to his girth as you reach behind yourself. The knot inside you twists and tightens, your muscles twitch with the electric shocks running through your whole body every time the tip of his cock nudges against that one spot deep inside you. Your fingers bury themselves in Jay's dark hair, desperately tugging on the strands causing his hips to stutter at the slight sting of his scalp — not an unpleasant sensation to him, on the contrary, the pleasurable pain sends a wave of desperation over him, chasing his own high at renewed hunger. 

Your chest rapidly rises and falls as the coil inside you grows taunt, constricting with each passing second until it finally snaps, catapulting you straight over the edge. Your whole body buzzes, almost vibrates at the overload, breaths coming out in sputtered pants as you let out the most pornographic moan that has ever passed your lips. Your boyfriend's name spills past your lips in an endless mantra, one you cannot stop, not that you even considered it in the slightest. Your back curves into Jay's front as his arm reaches to pull you closer, panting into your ear as his hips lose their rhythm. His release follows closely, a choked groan of your name echoed into the room, hips stuttering to a halt as he spills deep inside you, the warmth of his cum washing another wave of pleasure over you, rendering you unable to catch your breath before he gives you a few more shallow, languid thrusts — ones that send you almost into overstimulation. 

Carefully he pulls out of you, even if he wants nothing more than to stay buried deep inside you, drift off with you in his arms and your warm walls wrapped around his cock. He knows the cleanup in the morning is something neither of you can afford with your current schedules so he does the sensible thing, the smart thing.

You, however, can’t help but whine at the loss of contact as his dick slides out of you, your aching walls fluttering around nothing, leaving behind a wet mess of your mixed cum running out of your sex, coating the skin between your legs — not that you particularly care about that in this moment.

Turning around to face him, you're greeted with a big smile, the one that always sets off the butterflies in your stomach, sweat glistening on Jay's skin and his dark hair sticking to his forehead as he leans forward to press a gentle kiss against your lips. Your eyes stay closed after he pulls away, a sudden wave of sleepiness overcoming you.

"Alright?" he murmurs as he plays with your hair, a quiet hum coming from you in response, both to his question as well as in reaction to him playing with your hair. 

He can’t help but smile to himself as he looks at you, contently lying in his arms as the after sex glow radiates off your skin. He turns slightly, reaching behind him to grab a package of tissues from your nightstand, gently pushing you onto your back and spreading your legs to wipe away at least part of the mess between your legs, saving the rest for a proper clean up in a few moments — or in the morning judging by the sleepiness on your face, not that it would be the healthy thing to do but neither of you could bring yourself to care about the potential aftermath of that decision.

Opening your eyes slightly to peek at him, his smile greets you from between your legs before he scoots back up to you again. Your arms wrap around his neck at an instant, tugging him in for a kiss as you get lost in the warmth of each other once more.

Yeah, cleaning up would have to wait until the morning, consequences be damned.

©sungbeams — all rights reserved. i do not give permission to copy, repost, modify or translate my works.

STRAWBERRY LOLLY

PAIRING shy nerd!sunghoon x confident fem!reader | wc: 1.5k

WARNINGS vague smut, miniskirt agenda (duh), sunghoon is a perv and he got it bad, dom!sunghoon

However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much. God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.

NOTES hi first post kinda nervy

PARK SUNGHOON has the hots for you.

It has only been a few months since he’s known of you. And it’s not enough time to build the courage to approach you.

What can he say?

You look unfathomable. Something so unreachable. Especially for someone like him.

He sits far across the room as the professor rambles on, stealing glances, wondering if you’ll notice him one day. It was hard to keep his mind at bay, to prevent walking up to you. He knew that he would ramble and mess it all up. Or stutter while attempting to acquaint himself with you.

He realized that admiring from afar was the best solution to the issue at hand. And it proved to be a good one.

That is, until it became unbearable. More specifically, sinful. And today is one where it seems God is testing him.

You return to the classroom and Sunghoon automatically straightens his posture– his doodling on the notebook gone astray.

You’re sporting the same mini skirt he loves so much and those legs are perfectly on display for everyone to see. It’s definitely not because they’re so short your panties practically peek out without having to look under.

He doesn’t know how you do it. How you claim attention to any room you walk in. Heads automatically turn in your direction the second you step foot into it. But you play dumb, acting as if the people in the room don’t automatically moan at the sight of you.

And whether it’s the perfect posture or the pearly smile you showcase, you’re far out of reach for the quiet, stereotypical glasses-wearing nerd, whose favorite class is calculus. And it’s most definitely because you’re in this class too.

However, one aspect that stands out on this particular day is the sugary rock between the lips he loves so much.

God, Sunghoon practically busts at the sight.

The glassy ball between your lips that you occasionally run your tongue along has him losing all composure. You’re innocently conversing with your classmate beside you, innocently grazing the tip of the red lollipop against your bottom lip, and innocently putting it back into your mouth in one motion. Your cheeks hollow, and he salivates at you sucking on the sticky candy. He knows he’s far away, yet believes his eyesight couldn’t be any clearer.

His leg starts to mindlessly shake once scenarios run wild, and one point he makes clear to himself is that the flavor is strawberry. It fits you perfectly, he thinks. The strawberry lollipop tints your lips a fitting scarlet shade, the gloss resembling honey as you continue to edge him beyond belief with the repetition of your ministrations.

But as he continues to gawk from across the room, your orbs shoot directly into his.

It’s so sudden that he moves to deter from your glare at all costs and reverts back to random doodling. Sweat dribbles down alongside his temple because your sharp eyes contain purpose behind them, and he prays that the purpose isn’t him.

You’re definitely going to call him out for being a creep if anything.

But a tap on his shoulder forces him to address the siren in heels behind him, and as he turns, Sunghoon can hardly meet your inviting eyes.

And just like taking a breath, your syrupy voice addresses him for the first time. He wonders if you feel an ounce of what he’s feeling at the moment.

Surely not, because you act as if you’ve known him your whole life.

“Hey Hoonie, can I talk to you for a second?” you infer with your hands pressed against the edge of his desk. And it’s proving impossible to look straight into your eyes, even more at your tits pressed together, spilling out of your top.

“Shoot,” he mentally applauses himself for a collective response.

“I need a tutor,” you frown, and all he thinks about is how your face would look when you cum.

“I’m on the verge of failing, and I know you’re about to check off a hundred percent in the class.”

“Yeah o-of course. I have to make sure my schedule’s open first.”

“Great! My place or your place?” you bat your lashes innocently.

Sunghoon swears if you do one more thing, he’ll cum in his pants right then and there. There’s not much more he can take. “Anywhere is fine. I gotta go though. We can discuss the details in class tomorrow.”

You’re giggling at his shyness, quick to follow his scurrying around the desk. “Or we can keep talking since I like talking to you so much.”

You’ve got him staring like a deer in headlights, “You do?”

“Do you?” you inquire while also wondering when he’ll drop the shy act.

An opportunity like this most likely won’t ever happen again. And the countless times Jake has called him a pussy for not shooting his shot only motivates him that much more. “Why are you asking questions you already know the answer to?”

“Maybe because I enjoy hearing answers I like,” you raise a brow at his sudden confidence, but your interest is showcased through the closing proximity between the two of you with each word that escapes your throat.

Sunghoon notices the glint of surprise in your eyes when you realize he wasn’t going to cower backwards.

His thoughts, on the other hand, were the complete opposite of his cowardly actions. In fact, he wonders how’d you react if he kissed you until your lips were bruised. Or if you liked it if he wrapped his entire hand full of your hair and tugged ‘til his heart’s content.

But in the end, your answer has him speechless, and you fully grin at that. “Let me know the answer to mine when you get the chance.”

You’re turning around to leave the shaky boy alone, but something catches your wrist.

“Tomorrow. Eight p.m., my place,” he’s breathing pattern quickens and he thickly gulps as he awaits your response.

And you giggle at his eagerness. “Can’t wait.”

And that’s how you ended up at his place the following night. Sunghoon had successfully helped complete a total of five questions before your hand slithered up his thigh and the subject of derivatives flew out the window.

To be honest, he doesn’t care he gave in so fast.

He’s so easy. So easy for you.

And you knew that. You took advantage of how he averted your gaze at all costs, yet you could still feel the heat of his stare when you looked away. Usually preferring men who are more dominant and masculine in and out of the bedroom, you took this as a challenge to stray out of your comfort zone.

You couldn’t lie though, Sunghoon’s awkward mannerisms are awfully cute. A bonus was he wasn’t hard on the eyes either. Your friends often scolded you for wanting to pursue him, but you ignored their incessant warnings.

And when you made due of your promise, you were surprised at how he was able to get a few words out.

What was even more surprising was the night that followed.

“Fuck—mnph!” your moans are muffled into the pillow as Sunghoon plows into your sopping cunt from behind. His palm envelops the entirety of your nape, pushing your head harder with each thrust. Your entire spine buzzes with pleasure, and his fingers digging into your neck only heighten the feeling.

“This is for underestimating me,” he seethes. You wish you were facing him to see his darkened persona.

“I w-w,” you barely get out.

“You what?” his hoarse voice mixes with a groan at your velvety walls sucking him like a vice.

“I-I wish I c-could take a pict-ture,” Sunghoon’s fingers press deeper with each word that escapes your throat, and you giggle. You’d never imagine the loser in class could get you pussy drunk.

“Go ahead,” he seethes before pulling out and flipping you over to your back.

“Wha-” you can’t even finish the word before he’s roughly thrusting into your pussy in one motion and continuing with the same pace.

“Hoon! Fuck,” you’re under his spell while the bed frame rhythmically knocks against the wall.

“I should take a picture of you like this,” he turns your slack jaw so you are able to look at him.

He chuckles once his eyes make contact with your hooded ones. “With drool and tears decorating your face while I use you as a cock-sleeve.”

Your fists ball as the drag of his cock overwhelms you. “So full,” you moan, and he rewards your comment with another harsh snap of his hips.

“Remember,” Sunghoon sets your calves against his shoulder and leans down against your ear. It feels unworldly, his cock pushing deeper and rougher into your cervix.

“Remember who makes you feel this way,” he whispers.

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— 𝓔𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻

𓏲 𝐬𝐢𝐦 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐮𝐧

i’m yours | sjy

𓏲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

girls need love | psh

kiss me more | psh

— 𝓡𝗶𝗶𝘇𝗲

CIX × COSMOPOLITAN (2023)

KISS ME MORE | PARK SUNGHOON

summary: freshman year is just around the corner, and you still haven’t had your first kiss, so who better to ask for help than your best friend?

word count: 3.2k

MINORS DNI!!

warnings (18+): smut. fluff (just a smidge). kissing. swearing. oral (f. receiving). fingering (f. recieving).

A/N: this was literally just an excuse to write the ‘teach me’ trope im currently obsessed with lmfao. decided to return with another short fic while a longer one is currently in the works!

Your saturday was lazily drawing to a close, the amber light of the late afternoon bathing your room in a rich, golden hue as it filtered through the sheer curtains. Sunbeams danced across the floor, casting long, dappled shadows that shifted gently in time with the breeze from your fan, its low hum blending with the quiet outside. The heat of the day still lingered, but your room felt cool—a refuge from the summer heat beyond the window.

You and Sunghoon spent another day in the slow, unhurried rhythm of summer break. You had wandered through quaint little shops in town, indulging in some ice cream from your favourite parlour—before ending the day by hanging back at your place.

Soft, flickering light from the television illuminated the room, casting faint shadows over the cozy disarray of blankets and pillows on your bed.

The movie playing was one of your favourites—a classic romance that you knew almost every line to. Your gaze was fixed on the screen, eyes wide and captivated, but Sunghoon seemed content to only half-watch. His attention was mostly absorbed in a book he had got from one the thrift shops you’d visited a while ago, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he read quietly.

Sunghoon lay sprawled beside you, completely at ease, the quiet shuffling of his turning pages blending in with the murmur of the movie’s dialogue as the two of you comfortably sat in silence.

Every now and then, Sunghoon would glance up from his book, watching you for a moment with a fond, almost amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He silently chuckled at how deeply you were invested in the story, even though he knew you had seen it more times than you could count.

As the movie played on, the flickering shots of the couple lost in passionate kisses filled the screen, but your mind was elsewhere. Each romantic scene tugged at a part of you, stirring feelings of uncertainty that you tried to brush away.

The effortless intimacy the characters exchanged seemed so foreign and so far removed from your own experiences. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you shifted slightly on the bed, that weird feeling in your chest only returning.

Fall was approaching, and the thought of starting college without ever having kissed had been gnawing at you. You were always the one admired from a distance—some guys flirted but that was all they did. The real experiences, the ones you saw in movies and tv shows still remained an elusive mystery.

It felt like you were missing some crucial part of your youth, something that was supposed to happen naturally, yet it hadn’t.

In the locker room, when your friends would share their stories about their latest flings or kisses, you’d smile, laugh along, but inside you’d cringe, hoping no one asked about your own love life. It was your secret, the thing that made you feel out of place despite how perfect you seemed to everyone else.

Then, there was Sunghoon.

You glanced at him, your best friend, lying beside you with a cute focused expression etched into his features. He didn’t talk much about his romantic escapades, but you’d heard enough to know he wasn’t inexperienced.

Sometimes you’d catch a glimpse of faint hickeys on his neck or the way girls would glance at him. It left you with a strange feeling, one you couldn’t quite name…was it jealousy? Insecurity? Maybe both. You felt your face heat up, embarrassed by how much it bothered you.

As another kiss scene plays out on the screen, your gaze flickers back to the couple. You bit your lip, the pang of longing growing sharper. What did it feel like? To be kissed—or to have someone look at you like you were their whole world, if only for a second?

The thought of entering college without knowing something so simple yet so intimate made you feel…painfully awkward.

You tried to focus on the movie, but the thoughts kept circling back, louder and louder. The movie no longer held your interest, and the weight of your unspoken feelings became too much.

Unable to shake the feeling, you sat up as your mind ran on impulsivity. The movie played on, but you no longer cared about the plot or the characters. All you could think about was the current problem you had and the one person who would listen to you.

You shifted on the bed, turning to him. “Sunghoon." you murmured, your voice softer than usual.

He responded with a low, distracted hum, barely lifting his gaze. One hand rested on his chin, finger grazing his bottom lip in a way that drew attention to the curve of his mouth, while his eyes flicked over the pages with slow, deliberate focus.

"How does…kissing feel?"

That got his attention. Sunghoon’s eyes snapped up from the book, the words clearly catching him off guard. He pushed his glasses up with one hand, studying you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. “What are you on about now?”

You cringed at how juvenile your question sounded now, already hesitating, “I…” your face flushed with a mix of embarrassment, “I haven’t…kissed anyone before. And with college coming up, I just feel…I don’t know…insecure.”

Sunghoon’s brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “Wait, you’ve never kissed anyone?”

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, Mr. Midfielder. I’m not like you, alright? It’s not like I’ve had tons of people drooling over me.”

A soft laugh escaped him as he sat up, expression softening. “No (Y/N), it’s just hard to believe.” he said, a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re… like, insanely pretty.”

Sunghoon’s words sent a little flutter in your stomach—but you brushed it off, chalking it up to him just being nice.

“Of course, you would say that,” you muttered, playfully shoving his shoulder.

“I’m serious,” Sunghoon insisted lightly, catching your wrist, gently lowering your hand. His eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you couldn’t look away.

There was something in the way he looked at you making your heart race, your breath catching in your throat. You tore your gaze away, suddenly feeling exposed under the weight of his attention. “This is stupid,” you mumbled with a wry laugh, already regretting bringing it up.

But Sunghoon wasn’t letting it go. He muttered your name softly, his voice coaxing you to meet his eyes again. He reached out, his fingers gently tilting your chin up until your gaze locked with his once more.

His touch was soft, barely there, but it made your cheeks warm. “It’s not stupid,” he murmured, his eyes searching for yours. “It’s okay to be new to things. Everyone is at some point.”

“Yeah, I guess,” you muttered, staring at the comforter as if the intricate embroidery held the answers to everything swirling in your head.

Sunghoon watched you intently, his heart aching at the sight of your lips forming a soft pout and your expression so full of uncertainty. How was it possible that you had never been kissed?

He couldn't understand it, and yet, the thought of you being with someone else, experiencing that first kiss with someone who didn’t know you like he did—it twisted something in his chest.

Sunghoon would kiss you in a heartbeat if given the chance, but after ages of trying to ignore his feelings—of pushing aside how much he actually wanted you, he wasn’t sure he could handle it without letting everything else spill out.

His hand was still holding yours, his thumb tracing slow, soothing circles over your skin, and for a moment, the touch seemed to blur the lines of just simple camaraderie. The warmth of it messed with your thoughts, and before you could second-guess yourself, the words tumbled out.

“Well, you’ve done it before, right? You could, I don’t know… teach me.”

“What?” Sunghoon froze, his breath catching in his throat, his eyes wide with surprise. His voice dropped an octave,“you’re asking me to… kiss you?”

You nodded, scooting just a little closer, close enough to feel the faint warmth of his body against yours. “Come on, Hoon. We’re best friends. It’s not like it would… mean anything.”

Even as you said it, you couldn’t really believe the words yourself. There was an undercurrent, a dull gut feeling, that told you it wouldn’t feel like practice.

To you, maybe. The thought tore through Sunghoon’s mind.

He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his bangs as he tried to think. For the first time in a long while, he seemed genuinely flustered, “I don’t know, (Y/N).”

His voice was thick as he swallowed, cheeks slowly turning pink. “That’s not exactly something you just… teach.”

“It’s just a kiss. I just wanna know what I’m doing when I eventually have to kiss someone for real.”

Sunghoon’s gaze flickered, his eyes betraying more than he wanted to show. For a split second, his eyes darted to your glossed lips, his breath hitching as he quickly looked away.

He pushed his glasses up again, licking his lips as he huffed. “This is a bad idea,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

“Why?” You asked, the plea in your voice betraying your own feelings. “It’s just one kiss, Hoon.”

Right?

You tried to keep it light, casual, like it didn’t matter. Like it was just a small favour between friends. But inside, your heart hammered against your chest, your skin felt flushed, and the air between you both had clearly shifted.

The way Sunghoon was looking at you now, though, like he was really considering it—like he was seeing you in a way he’d never let himself see before—it was almost too much.

“Are you… sure?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper, as if speaking too loud would shatter the moment.

Your fingers brushed against his knee, lingering for just a second longer, “I mean, it would just be practice.” You stated, but underneath it all, your heart skipped a beat, a buzz coursing through your veins as you looked back at him.

Sunghoon’s resolve crumbled at the feeling of your hand on his knee. How could he say no to you when you looked at him like that—those wide, pleading eyes making it impossible to refuse?

He swallowed hard, his breath shaky. “Just… a practice thing,” he muttered, his eyes flickering between your gaze and your lips, fighting the gravitational pull on them.

“Yeah,” You muttered quietly, reaching up to remove the wire rimmed glasses from his face and placing them on your bedside table before glancing back at him.

Sunghoon’s hand moved up, threading through your hair before gently brushing it away from your face, his touch slow, deliberate.

His thumb traced the edge of your cheek, pausing to brush against your bottom lip in a way that sent a shiver through you. The touch was soft, almost hesitant, but it ignited something deep inside you, making your breath hitch.

Your stomach fluttered as you met his intense gaze, his dark eyes trained on your lips. He leaned in closer, close enough that you could feel his breath fanning lightly over your skin, teasing, heightening the anticipation.

Sunghoon’s lips hovered over yours, just barely ghosting against them, brushing so softly that it made you ache for more.

Unable to resist the pull any longer, you closed the distance, pressing your lips gently against his. The kiss started soft, tentative, your body hyper-aware of every detail—the warmth of his breath, the way his lips responded immediately, moulding into yours with an eagerness that surprised you.

Oh.

You pulled away for the briefest moment, eyes flickering down to his lips, your heart pounding through your ears. Without a second thought, you leaned in again, this time a lot bolder, your hand finding the side of his face.

Sunghoon didn’t hesitate. He kissed back within a heartbeat, a soft sigh escaping his lips that sent a rush of warmth to the pit of your stomach. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you against his chest, the space between you vanishing as your bodies pressed together.

Your fingers slipped into his hair, the soft strands curling around your fingertips as you tugged on them softly, his soft groans between kisses making your pulse race.

Sunghoon’s lips were firmer this time, more needier with every kiss, sending a rush of heat through your body as his grip on your waist tightened.

You softly fell back into the bed as he hovered over you, his tongue tracing your bottom lip before you parted your lips a little more, a low groan rumbling through his chest as he licked into your mouth.

Your hands slowly drifted down Sunghoon’s body, slipping beneath the thin fabric of his shirt to trace the contours of his torso, his breathy moans travelling straight to your core.

“Fuck.” He rasped, pulling away, “maybe we should stop.” Sunghoon’s eyes were glazed over, lips were swollen and tainted with your lip gloss, “I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself (Y/N).”

“Then don’t.” You rushed, breathless and wasting no time kissing him again, an unmistakable moan leaving Sunghoon’s chest as he kissed back desperately.

He pulled away—already missing the feeling of his lips on yours before they moved to your jaw, trailing soft sloppy kisses that travelled down to your neck, the feathery feeling creating a dull ache between your thighs.

Your sighs of pleasure almost bordered on moans as he gently sucked your delicate skin—pink and purple marks blooming on your skin, recklessly marking you from your neck to your collarbone.

Sunghoon’s hand drifted over the small of your back, sliding over to find their place on your ass squeezing the soft flesh with a lewd groan—an involuntary moan slipping past your lips at the feeling, tugging his hair.

Everything had your mind spiralling. Sunghoon’s lips were on your neck, his hand roaming every inch of your body.

You’d be lying if you said you didn't want more—craved more.

He trailed wet kisses along your chest, lifting your shirt to press a few more along your stomach, revelling in the way you leaned into his touch, your soft whines and sighs driving him up the wall.

You admired the way Sunghoon looked when he glanced up at you with his eyes, weaving your fingers through his already dishevelled hair, moving to his face and caressing his rosy cheeks.

Sunghoon’s fingers finally met the waistband of your shorts, lifting your hips up as quickly pulling the layer of clothing away, “fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He hissed, running his hands up and down your thighs.

His other hand brushed over your underwear, groaning at the sight. His finger traced over your wetness on the silky fabric, and you leaned into his touch, with the most beautiful moan he’d ever heard.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.” Sunghoon groans as his thumb taps at your clothed clit, clenching around nothing at the mention of the pet name he’d just given you.

He kissed your thigh, hooking his finger into your underwear and sliding the damp pink fabric down your legs, almost moaning at the sight of your dripping cunt.

Sunghoon lifts your leg and holds it over his shoulder, swiping his tongue over his thumb before meeting your clit and your head falls back, “Hoon, fuck.” You moaned, grabbing at your sheets.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” Sunghoon says softly, and you nod—watching him dip below your thighs, lips move to your clit and sucking on it gently.

You never fathomed anything would feel this good. Sure, you’d touched yourself a couple of times, but nothing could beat the feeling being eaten out.

You cry, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of his tongue dipping into your folds, letting his thumb swirl around your bundle of nerves while his tongue enters your core, moaning into your entrance.

The vibrations from his moans sent shockwaves up your spine, head tipping back in from the sensation with a broken cry, legs attempting to fly shut but he pushed them apart with a sound of disapproval.

His tongue swiped upwards, and his eyes fluttered closed at the taste of your arousal, reveling in the insanely beautiful moans that tumbled from your lips.

Your hands weaved into his hair, tugging the soft strands as you shamelessly bucked into his mouth with broken whimpers.

Sunghooon held you firmly against the sheets to stop you from squirming, unable to stay still from the feeling of his nose causing friction on your clit as he lapped at your pussy.

Your eyes peer over at him and the pornographic sight of him buried between your thighs makes your cheeks burn. When his hand moves from your thigh you don't think much of it, until you feel his fingers circle your entrance.

Sunghoon pulls away from you, just in time to watch your plump lips fall open when he easily slides his fingers into your dripping core.

“You have know idea how good you look baby.” He panted, plump lips covered in your arousal biting his lip at sight in front him, completely enamored by your fucked out expressions.

Sunghoon’s fingers curl inside of you and they brush over your sweet spot, your mouth opening in a broken moan.

“F-feels so good, Hoon” you mewl breathlessly, grabbing his free arm as you bucked into his fingers, pumping them into you at a perfect speed.

You cheeks flushed furiously at the sounds of his fingers fucking your sopping wet core, broken raspy moans leaving your chest as his lips pressed kisses to your overstimulated clit—your mind a scrambled mess.

All you could think about was the pleasure that was currently surging throughout your entire body, making your toes curl and your head dizzy. A few whines and broken moans was enough to tell Sunghoon you were close, furiously clenching around his fingers as you begged him not to stop.

“That’s it baby, come for me.” He coaxed, his voice raspy and breathy, moaning at the sight of his fingers easily slipping in and out of you.

Your body jerked forward and your hand flew to his arm, blunt nails digging into his skin as you let out a whimper, back arching as his name tumbled past your lips in high pitched moans.

You were almost embarrassed by how fast Sunghoon made you come, mind clouded and hazy as he continued pumping his fingers, your walls clenching around his digits as he fucked out your high.

He pulled away shortly after, fingers slipping out of your entrance and placing a gentle kiss to your inner thigh.

You watched the messy haired brunette suck his fingers into his mouth, eyes closed and moaning at the taste of you—before you leaned over, softly grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him to your mouth for a kiss, lightly tasting yourself on his tongue.

"So we both agree that this wasn't just practice, right?" He mutters against your lips and you laugh, still dazed and high from the aftermath of your orgasm.

"Yeah, I don't think I wanna do this with anyone else. You're my only option, Park." His smile grows and he pecks your lips again.

SOMEBODY D.O (2023)