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Having your friends over was always fun, except when it wasn’t. San was throwing up in your kitchen sink again, because that man lives in denial. He knows he can’t handle liquor, and yet he pushes his limits every single time.
“You better clean that up or I’m killing you tonight.” You patted his back while he whimpered in misery. “You know where the cleaning stuff is. Thanks.”
You headed back to the living room, only to find Seonghwa and Hongjoong in the middle of some ridiculous pillow fight, yelling at each other about some stupid game.
Both of them were your best friends, but… somehow, they were very different. And they acted very differently with you as well. You’d met San and Yunho in college, but Hwa and Joongie? They’d been around since you were the kid who ate dirt at recess. So you knew a lot about each other, and intimacy on that level sucks, sometimes.
“Hey! Would you stop? My pillows are new. If you mess them up, you’re buying me new ones!” You headed to the kitchen to grab more soju, and they immediately froze at your yelling when you came back. “Good. San’s already sick. Hwa, you’re taking care of him, right?”
“Again? Shit.” Hongjoong snatched the bottle from your hands and poured three shots without asking. “Bro just can’t drink. We’re getting him grape juice next time.”
“Yeah, I’ll take him home in the morning,” Seonghwa said. “No way we’re driving tonight, and taxis this late are ridiculous, so… mind if we crash here?”
“You know you’re always welcome to stay.” You raised an eyebrow at him. “But I want everything spotless in the morning. And you better bring me breakfast. Good breakfast.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He downed the whole shot like it was water, barely flinching. “I’m taking the couch. Hongjoong can stay there with you, like always.”
“I think he just loves my floor,” you teased, plopping down between the two of them. “Right, Joongie?”
“Not that bad when I’m wasted,” he mumbled, resting his arm behind you on the couch. Casual, but not really. You didn’t have time to overthink about the touch. “Where’s Woo again?”
“Date night with his new girl, remember?”
You poured more soju, eyeing the five empty bottles scattered across your coffee table.
“Woo and Jongho always have plans. We’re the losers who keep ending up at my place, or yours, or Hwa’s.”
“Yeah, true.” Seonghwa raised his glass again. “I think I should get a date for next week, what do you think?” He downed his drink effortlessly. The bastard was just too gorgeous for his own good. “I’ll download Tinder or something.”
“Ew. I’d rather die than use Tinder. And we know you don’t need that.”
You crossed your legs, suddenly aware of how warm you were getting from the alcohol, from the way they were both way too close to you on that couch.
“I think I’m just gonna say yes to that guy from work. He is nice.”
“That loser? Seriously?” Hongjoong scoffed instantly, rolling his eyes. He always had something to say about the guys you mentioned, so you barely reacted. “Maybe you should just go celibate or something.”
“She’s almost there, isn’t she? When was the last time you had sex, anyway?” Seonghwa was way too drunk, even if he still looked all peaceful and put-together.
“Uh… I don’t know. Two months ago, I think. I don’t really date, ‘cause men are disgusting.”
“Damn. Two months?” Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Was it that loser who didn’t know how to go down on you?”
You groaned, hiding your face with one hand. He always knew how to embarrass you. And yes, you always told them about your sex life. Your guy friends gave way better advice anyway. Your female friends kept landing in toxic relationships and telling you to do the same, and sometimes it was really annoying. At least with the boys, there was no sugar-coating.
“Yeah, that one,” you muttered, raising your freshly filled shot glass. “Like I said, I don’t date much. It’s always disappointing. I’d rather just use my vibrator.”
“Yeah, but it could be way more fun if someone used it on you,” Hongjoong muttered, and yes, he was definitely drunk too. “I remember this girl I was with once… she even squirted because of that thing. You ever squirted?”
You gave him a look, but before you could answer, Seonghwa chimed in, half-asleep on the couch but still somehow following the conversation.
“It’s not that easy to make a girl squirt… My ex tried to teach me, but it only worked a few times…”
“Yeah, it’s not that easy. I’ve done it, but… not with anyone. Just by myself.”
“What a waste, huh?” You felt Hongjoong a little closer, his voice slower, lower, like there was some weight behind every word. What did he mean? And the way he said it… It sounded like something else entirely. “At least you can do it,” he added, eyes locked on yours, and you had to look away from him.
Hwa finally passed out against your shoulder, but you barely noticed. Your cheeks were burning, and not from the soju.
“I think we should go to sleep,” you said, clearing your throat. “Hwa’s already out…”
“Yeah,” he replied, but he didn’t move right away. He bit his lower lip, staring at you for a beat too long before getting up. “You go first. I’ll deal with him… make sure he doesn’t die in his sleep or something.”
“Okay. I’ll get everything set up for you, too. Thanks.”
You headed to your room a little too fast, and maybe it was just the alcohol, but you were pretty sure he noticed how nervous you were.
You laid out the usual stuff for him to crash on the floor, then went straight to the bathroom to change into your pajamas. Safe zone, because he’d already caught you shirtless once, and that was traumatic enough to last a lifetime, so now you were really careful with that.
You washed your face, avoiding your reflection at first, but when you finally looked up, you saw how flushed your cheeks were. Damn. What the hell was happening to you?
Maybe it was just the soju.
Yeah. Probably that. You hoped it was, at least.
But thinking too much while drinking never led to anything good, anyway.
You could hear Hongjoong talking to San in the living room, probably helping him get settled on the floor. Good. That meant you could finally lie down and wait for tomorrow’s hangover to hit.
You climbed into bed and got comfortable, already tucked under the sheets as you waited for Hongjoong to come in so you could turn off the lights.
Your body still felt warm. Too warm, enough to bother you. But you pulled the blanket up anyway. Maybe you should consider that guy from work. You were probably just feeling lonely. And horny. It happened sometimes, especially after going too long without dating anyone.
“Hey, the drunks are safely passed out. You awake?”
You were facing the other side of the room, so you turned over to look at him.
“Yeah. Good. I just hope they don’t throw up in there.”
“Hwa definitely won’t. San... well. We’ll find out in the morning.”
He started taking off his shirt. Totally normal, he always slept shirtless. But why the hell were you staring so much? Why did his chest suddenly look... broader? Or was that just your imagination?
“Are you insane?” he asked, catching you off guard. “It’s hot in here. Why are you under a blanket?”
“I don’t know, I just get cold sometimes at night,” you lied. Of course, he noticed, because it was him. He always noticed.
“Sure,” he said, with that amused little smirk in his voice. “I hope it’s not because of those ridiculous pajamas. You know I don’t mind, right? I was just kidding. They’re not that ugly.”
“Shut up and go to sleep. We’re too drunk to talk.” You pulled the blanket over your face, mostly to stop staring at his chest like a creep. Then you heard him lie down on the floor with a quiet thump. “Good night, Joongie.”
“Night, bossy girl.”
•••
You expected to wake up feeling nauseous, sick, and with a splitting headache.
What you didn’t expect was waking up this wet. Your panties were clinging to your pussy like a second skin.
Damn. Had you been dreaming about something? Or… someone?
You checked your phone, and it was barely eight in the morning, too early for anyone else to be up. But you needed to pee. Desperately.
You sat up carefully, rubbing your eyes before glancing down. There he was. Hongjoong, fast asleep on his back, shirtless and stretched out on the floor, not even using the sheets you gave him. Just his sleep shorts… and one hell of a morning wood pressing against the fabric was right there on display for you. Your eyes lingered a little longer than they should’ve. Not that it was a surprise, exactly—it was morning, after all—but still… Damn.
Sure, you’d seen him almost naked a few times. Sleepovers, random changing moments, but you’d never actually seen his dick. And you hadn’t tried to.
But now it was right there in front of you. All those nights, all those hangouts, and that had never happened before. Or maybe it had, and you just never looked. Or noticed.
Fuck.
He was… definitely bigger than you expected. Not that you had expected anything. It’s not like you ever really thought about his dick before.
(Maybe you did. Once. Or twice. Because of his height. Or the way he sat sometimes. Or… whatever.)
Still, the size didn’t exactly match his frame, like. It was… kind of unfair, honestly. And it looked so… what?
What the fuck are you even thinking right now?
You tiptoed past him and went straight to the bathroom, doing your best not to make a sound.
You had to toss your soaked panties into the dirty laundry, they were ruined. You weren’t even sure what exactly got you that wet. Maybe the dream you couldn’t remember? Maybe the visual of your best friend’s dick barely covered by a thin pair of shorts? God. You shouldn’t think about that.
So you just started an inner debate about crawling back into bed or just starting the day with no sleep. The bed won.
After washing your hands, you stepped back into your room, and to your relief, Hongjoong had covered himself up with the sheets. You’d been fully prepared not to look, which was weird because it was like you wanted to see it again.
“You’re up early.”
Shit.
His voice startled you mid-step, and you nearly tripped over your own feet.
“Yeah. Just had to pee…”
The morning light was pouring in through your curtains, making your already flushed skin feel even hotter. You weren’t wearing panties, and that was maybe a very dumb decision. The moment you sat on your bed, you could feel it… the warmth spreading, your arousal coming back like your body had a mind of its own.
You just hoped to god he wouldn't notice the wet spot threatening to show through your shorts.
“Did you check on them? Are they still breathing?”
“Nope. But I know they’ll live.”
“Mingi’s probably picking them up soon. He got back from that trip, right? Might come over to see you.”
Oh.
That Mingi.
Your little almost-something Mingi. The one who ghosted after making out with you like he was gonna fuck you right there on the couch.
“Ah… okay.”
“Still got a crush on him or whatever?”
“You know we made out, right? We just didn’t… do it.”
“I know. He ran away and ghosted you.”
“He had something to take care of.”
“Sure. But he could’ve come back, don’t you think?”
You turned to glare at him, and there it was again, that look in his eyes. Too casual to be just casual.
“I mean,” he added quickly, “if I were about to sleep with someone and had to leave for some reason... I’d come back. Unless I didn’t really want to fuck.”
You stared at him, a little too long. His eyes were still on you, lazy and amused, but something else burned behind them.
“Okay, can we not talk about Mingi? I don’t care if he shows up. Whatever.”
“Right. You totally don’t care,” he muttered, smirking. Bastard.
“Ugh. You’re such an ass.”
“And you like dating losers.”
“I don’t!—”
You paused.
…Okay, maybe you did.
“Okay… maybe I do. But not on purpose.”
“Sure. Should we get up…? I don’t think you’re getting that nice breakfast from Hwa.”
“I could wake him up and make him buy it…” You stretched lazily under the covers, still curled up in bed. “Or we could just sleep a bit more… you know, hangover and all.”
“I feel fine. No hangover.” He yawned, running a hand through his messy hair, which was already longer than usual. “Well, I’m hitting the bathroom first, then we decide.”
You watched as he got up, still shirtless, still wearing those ridiculously short shorts that left way too much thigh exposed. You’d never paid much attention to his legs before, but damn… You always had a thing for thighs. That was one of the things that got you so into Mingi in the first place.
But why the hell were you staring at Hongjoong’s thighs now?
Nope. You seriously needed to get laid.
With a groan, you grabbed your phone and flopped back onto the bed. It was Saturday. You had no plans. Nothing urgent to do. Maybe it was time to drag your friends out to some bar, find someone decent-looking, make out a little… maybe even score a second date just to fuck the stress out of your system. And the loneliness. And the inappropriate, uninvited thoughts you kept having about your best friend. Yeah, it was a good idea.
Hongjoong came back and sat on the floor, folding the sheets like he’d officially given up on sleep.
“Not sleeping anymore, then?”
“Well, you can sleep if you want.” He stood, placing the folded bedding on your bed before grabbing the clothes he’d left on your chair. “I’m good.”
Then, just like that, he slipped his shirt back on and casually dropped his shorts right there in front of you, leaving only a pair of tight black boxers on before pulling up his jeans. Well… that was new.
“Did you just undress in front of me…?”
“Yeah, but I’m still wearing boxers. Same thing as swimwear,” he said with a shrug, fastening his belt. Then he looked at you with that smirk. That cocky idiot. “Didn’t think you’d mind. If you do, sorry.”
“I don’t… It’s just… You never did that before. Whatever. I’m taking a shower. Go wake those drunks up and make them buy me breakfast, I’m starving.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
You waited for him to leave your room before finally throwing the blanket off and climbing out of bed. Your light green shorts weren’t doing you any favors, the wet patch between your legs was very visible now. Shit.
You rushed to the bathroom and stripped quickly, letting the hot water relax your aching body. But no amount of steam could wash away the tension coiled low in your belly.
You slid your fingers between your thighs, and it was ridiculous, you were soaked. You tried to just clean yourself, but your body had other plans. Your breath hitched as one finger slipped inside, and your walls clenched around it so greedily that it made your knees weak.
“Fuck…” you whispered to yourself, biting your lip. You needed them all gone—and fast—so you could crawl back into bed and finally deal with this mess using your vibrator.
“Hey! I gotta use the bathroom!”
You flinched like you’d just been caught doing something dirty when you heard San's voice as he knocked on the door.
“Coming out in a minute!”
You finished your shower and headed back to your room, throwing on whatever you could find since you weren’t planning on leaving the house. It was already hot, even that early in the day, so you settled for a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt.
When you got to the kitchen, you were met with the heavenly smell of fresh bread, and way too much of it. Seonghwa had bought breakfast like he was feeding a small army.
“Damn, did you buy the whole bakery?”
“I didn’t know what you wanted, and Hongjoong made me rush, so…” he shrugged, as if the spread of pastries, sandwiches, and juices was completely reasonable.
“Well, thank you for this. I was starving. Are you guys doing anything tonight?”
“Yeah, I’ve got a date.” San, who somehow looked fresh and glowing despite throwing up his soul the night before, was the first to answer. “That hot girl who just moved in next to my apartment, remember?”
You raised an eyebrow. You had no idea who he was talking about. There was always a “hot girl,” and it was never the same one.
“Hwa and I are looking for a place to grab some drinks tonight. Any suggestions?”
“Yeah, look! I checked the group chat earlier and they invited me to this bar that just opened… here.” You handed them your phone, and the Instagram page of the place was already open.
“Hm, looks good. Wanna check this place out tonight?”
“Yeah, my friends are going too. You can bother them for a change instead of just annoying me.”
Hongjoong rolled his eyes, and Seonghwa let out a low chuckle—because, well, everyone in your circle kind of hated Hongjoong. Not that they really hated him… he just had this terrible habit of being brutally honest all the time, and most of your friends couldn’t handle it.
They did like Seonghwa, though. Actually, a little too much. He’d pretty much dated every single one of them at some point. At least they knew that Hwa was kinda… not boyfriend material. He always tells them that.
Well, your closest friends were all fuckboys, except for Hongjoong. He didn’t date much, and when he did, it was always casual. He never introduced any girl to you or the rest of the group. And he definitely didn’t mess around with any of your girlfriends either. He behaved.
But whenever the conversation shifted to sex, he always had something really dirty to say. So at some point, you started wondering if he did have a girlfriend and was just keeping it a secret from you. You’d never thought about that before… which suddenly felt kind of weird. Like many other things in the last 24 hours.
“So, Hwa and Joongie are coming with me…” You were typing that to tell your friends you were meeting them at the bar. “Can you guys pick me up?”
“Sure, princess. We’re calling a cab around eight.”
“Okay. And Hwa, thanks again for breakfast.”
He raised his empty mug in a lazy toast, and after stuffing yourself with way too much food, you finally stood up. You needed them out of your house so you could take care of yourself. You just couldn’t take it anymore. Your panties were soaked again.
“You’re flushed… are you okay?” Hongjoong leaned in a little too close, scanning your face like he was actually worried. “Getting sick or something?”
“No, I just wanna know when you guys are leaving so I can take a very long nap.”
“Nap? Right…” Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at you. “You could be napping right now if that were really the case.”
“I think she just wants to masturbate,” Seonghwa said casually, sipping his coffee. “Mingi’s coming to pick us up, so we’re leaving soon, princess.”
You choked on your saliva while Hongjoong gasped into his mug and then burst out laughing. Loud. And Hwa joined in, unfazed.
“Hwa! It’s not that…” Of course it was, and the worst part was that you had no idea how he could tell. “I’m just… tired. And still hungover, okay?”
“Sure…” Hwa winked at you over his cup. “He’s here. You gonna say hi to your little crush?”
“Stop it. He’s not my crush anymore. And no, I’m not going outside.”
“What should we tell him if he asks about you, then?” Of course, Hongjoong had to chime in, teasing you like always.
“Tell him I’m asleep. Because that’s exactly what I’ll be doing as soon as you three get out of my house.”
“Where’s San? Still in the bathroom? Again?” Seonghwa stood up and started looking for him. “Did he fall asleep in there? Again?”
And just like that, you were left alone with Hongjoong and, of course, your brain betrayed you immediately with the memory of this morning. Him, laid out on your floor. His hardness and those shorts doing absolutely nothing to hide it. Fuck.
“You’re acting kinda weird today,” Hongjoong said, voice lower now, a little too close. “Is it because you saw some morning wood?”
You blinked, frozen. What?
“What?!”
He smirked like he caught you red-handed. Sometimes you just really, really hated him.
“Yeah, I know you saw it. So… is that why you’re all flustered?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Come on, it’s not a big deal. Relax.” That damn smirk was back—the one that told you he knew exactly how deep he was in your head. “We’re even now anyway. I saw your tits once, remember?”
“Oh my god… just shut up. This is not… I mean… what?!” Your brain was short-circuiting, and your mouth wasn’t helping, so all you could do was stare at him like he’d grown a second head. “Shut up. And leave.”
“You really need to masturbate, huh? You’re way too annoyed for so little. Well, we’re leaving.” He whispered the first part so only you could hear, because San and Seonghwa were coming right behind you. “See you tonight.”
“Bye, guys.”
You closed the door behind them and just stood there, blinking at the wood like it had answers. How the hell were you so easy to read? First, Seonghwa basically guessed what you were about to do the second they left, and now Hongjoong straight-up told you he knew you saw his hard dick, and he didn’t even care? He whispered it to you like it was some dirty secret you two shared. What the actual fuck was happening?
At least you were finally alone. No distractions, no teasing, no smug best friends pushing your buttons. Just you and your favorite toy.
You didn’t even want to think about why you were so turned on, you’d save that breakdown for another day. Right now, it was just you and the vibrator that never disappointed.
This one was your favorite for a reason. Curved just right to press into your g-spot, while the soft tip buzzed against your clit at the perfect angle. Anytime you used it, you could cum in seconds. And now, being this horny? You might break your own record.
You pulled your shorts and underwear down in one go, flopping back onto the bed and spreading your legs. No warm-up needed, you were soaking, it was almost embarrassing. Wet like a damn virgin, needy and pulsing.
You pressed the button and let it buzz to life before sliding it deep inside your dripping pussy. Your legs tensed immediately, fuck. The pressure on your g-spot made your stomach flutter, and the smaller part vibrating on your clit only made your mind go blank.
You pushed it all the way in, feeling every inch stretching you out just right, hitting that spot that made your thighs clench around nothing. The vibrations against your clit were almost too much, and also everything you needed. You couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t even think.
Your hips rolled instinctively, chasing the pressure, needing more. The wet sounds coming from between your legs were obscene, but they just pushed you closer. You were already so close, so tight around the toy, panting, trembling… You were so close you could taste it.
Your back arched off the bed as the toy kept doing exactly what it was made for—driving you absolutely insane. Your moans turned breathy, desperate, your free hand gripping the sheets while your other hand held the vibrator in place, pressing it harder against your clit.
“F-fuck…” you whispered, eyes squeezed shut, thighs shaking on either side. It was right there, that rush, that build-up, that tight heat coiling deep in your belly, ready to snap.
And then, right at that moment, it hit you. That image.
Hongjoong, half-asleep on your floor, his shorts tented with that thick, heavy cock you shouldn’t have stared at. But you did, and now it was all you could see. The way it stretched the fabric, the way your mouth watered just thinking about what he must look like, hard and naked, right in front of you.
Your pussy clenched so hard it made you cry out.
“Oh my god…”
Your hips jerked up against the toy. You were fucking yourself to the thought of your best friend’s dick. Not your vibrator. Not some guy from work. Him… Hongjoong.
You didn’t stand a chance, you didn’t have time to stop your thoughts, and you didn’t even want to. Not when your orgasm slammed into you so hard it knocked the breath from your lungs. Your body shook with it, toes curling, walls pulsing around the toy as your climax spilled out of you in wet, messy waves. You could barely keep your eyes open. All you could feel was the pleasure crashing through you, and that fucking image of Hongjoong burned behind your eyelids.
You kept whimpering through it, even after your hand went limp and the vibrator slipped out of you, soaked and buzzing softly against the sheets. Your body was a trembling mess.
You were feeling relieved and tired… but also guilty. What the fuck was happening to you?
Was it just the lack of sex? The alcohol still lingering in your bloodstream? Or were you seriously starting to…? Nope. You couldn’t even say that. Not even to yourself.
You sighed, covering your face with both hands.
No, it was fine. You just needed to get laid. That’s all.
Tonight, you were going to look hot, drink a little less, flirt a little more and kiss someone. Maybe some hot stranger, that would do. Because anything else would be madness. Right?
Right.
You weren’t losing your mind. You were just… really horny.
And maybe a little fucked.