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Contrary to popular belief, it had not started with a kiss.
It started when the weather forecast had mentioned that it would be a sunny day all day until the gray clouds began to roll in and encase Seoul in dim light, bringing with it the heaviest rain to douse Seoul in over a month.
Han Sooyoung and Kim Dokja had found themselves to be in the predicament where the both of them have left their umbrellas back in their shared apartment. With no windbreaker to call their own and the dire need to get out of college after a taxing day, they had came to the silent agreement to hug both their bags and make a run for it.
"We ―huff― made it ..." Sooyoung pants out, keeping herself upright with the help of a metal beam as Dokja struggles to get the key into the keyhole. "Fucking ... Give me a second ..."
After a few futile attempts, the both of them managed to to tumble through the door and into the hallway.
"The weather's getting crazier with each passing day ..." Sooyoung huffs as she slips the straps of her backpack off her shoulders and pushed it aside, standing up to switch the lights on.
Only to realize that the lights will never flicker alive no matter how many times she flicks the light switch. Kim Dokja senses the unease from Han Sooyoung as he exhales slowly through his lips, their electricity had been cut off.
"Maybe it's the rain, it probably destroyed the power source or something," Sooyoung mutters underneath her breath. Ah that too, that's a possibility.
Dokja trudges further into their apartment, tilting the blinds open to allow the dim light from outside to filter through and bask their living room in a soft blue glow. It feels uncomfortable, in the drenched clothes that hug into his skin, Dokja is quick to strip himself off of his sweater before looking up at Sooyoung.
"I don't think the heater would be working either, so we'll just have to bundle up with what we have,"
He merely sees her nod in exhaustion before making his way into his room to change into a dry pair of clothes. The deep seated ache in Dokja's shoulders protests with his every movement as he peels his shift and pants off of his body, wincing as he tosses them to an empty corner in his room and grabs a towel when Sooyoung knocks upon his door.
Dokja sees Sooyoung poke her head through, a hand outstretched in demand with a lollipop now in her mouth. "Could I borrow a sweater? I forgot to do the laundry last night."
Tugging the first sweater her could get out of his closet, Dokja's lips strained upwards into a forced grin. "Have the decency ―" Hurling the article of clothing at her, he wouldn't deny the satisfaction he feels from hearing her yelp in surprise. "To say please,"
He receives a middle finger in return and bites back a chuckle as she slams his door shut.
Dokja emerges from his room shortly after he's made sure his hair wasn't dripping wet and was met with Han Sooyoung curled up on the couch, the soft glow of her laptop illuminating her face.
Careful to not disrupt her out of her 'creative spiel' ―Han Sooyoung had left a hand mark on his bicep the last time he had interrupted her train of thought― and peers across her shoulder to read the draft she was working on.
"He places her on the countertop?" Reading aloud softly to himself, it takes Dokja awhile for his exhaustion laden mind to surmise that Han Sooyoung was writing porn ―It is called smut! He would later be corrected―
"I've been stuck for awhile because of this scene," She whispers in reply, pressing the backspace key again as she her shoulders slumped, curling into her frame. "I can't seem to grasp how mind blowing sex should feel,"
A huff, Dokja stares at her in incredulity. "Have you considered watching porn? I think that would be enough research material for you to write your porn,"
"I have tried that option!" Sooyoung tosses her hands up in mock surrender. "It just doesn't feel right! It doesn't sound sensual or arousing when I write the scenes based off of porn!"
That was ... well Dokja can sympathize, he doesn't think that porn has any aesthetically pleasing or tasteful scenes the last time he had searched it up in high school. People find this ... appealing? He had thought to himself.
"So you're saying, that your lack of experience in sex is hindering your progress in writing?"
"Yes!"
What a ridiculous notion. Dokja was about to pat her back and assure her that her draft, her writing would still be fine even if she did not get laid, she could imply it in her writing or find a connotation that her two characters had sex until―
"Ya Kim Dokja."
Startled out of his earlier thought process, he flinches and returns his attention to Sooyoung, staring at the light reflection of her screen in her eyes. "What now?"
"Won't you sleep with me?"
A brief bout of silence passes between the both of them before Dokja rears his head back and gapes at her in stupor. "What the fuck?"
"This is important to me!" Sooyoung argues, to which Dokja glares back at her and (lightly) jabs her forehead. "Sex is not that important to show that two characters have chemistry together!"
"This is why you're single!"
"You're single too!"
Their argument continues, heated in the throes of disagreement as their voices fill the quiet room and the chaos only quiets down when they are both rendered breathless from the amount of words they spewed out of their mouths.
"I'm telling you ―heave― sex is not important,"
"But it appeals to the masses,"
A groan slips past Dokja's lips as he reached to Sooyoung's side and grabs her laptop, settling it down on his lap as he brings up the Twitter app window from her browser, garnering her interest. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"Trust me on this," He grumbles from underneath his breath as he types in a suggestive phrase in the Twitter search bar and pulls up an account that greets them both with nudity.
Leaning into his space, Han Sooyoung squints as she reads the caption of the first video he scrolls down to. "Top Character A Bottom Character B ... There was something fascinating in the way that Character B could take Character A's cock ..."
Quirking up an eyebrow at the video, Sooyoung shoots Dokja a quizzical look as he clears his throat and looks away, trying to hide the warm flush of embarrassment that tinges the tips of his ears.
"Is this what you watch in your spare time?"
"Absolutely not. The web novel fandom is just horny at times," He squeaks, voice lodged in his throat as Dokja lamely defends himself. Sooyoung doesn't look the least bit convinced but tucks her feet into a cushion and grabs the laptop back into her lap, scrolling down the endless amounts of videos and captions on the account. "Somehow, these are better to look at than porn,"
"It is simply because you can now relate to the videos better now that the captions involve familiar characters to you," Dokja explains dryly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I ought to get something to eat―"
In his attempt to leave Sooyoung to her own devices, Dokja is yanked back down into the couch and is met with the author's smile ―as if she won some sort of smut writing jackpot― as she holds him firm into the cushion.
"You're not leaving until we browse through every caption and video on this account." Kim Dokja groans.
Thirty minutes (and counting) later, Kim Dokja and Han Sooyoung have compiled a bookmarked list of videos Sooyoung can rewatch to garner inspiration for her writing―
("Hey, I like the close up of his dick," "I agree, you should save it," ― "Why is the angle weird? It doesn't do their position justice," "They should have went with a wide area shot if they wanted to drag each other across the bed like that,")
―All of which seems to satisfy Sooyoung's ego enough to deliver the 'most spiciest piece of erotica ever written', as the author claimed. Dokja could only nod in exasperation before he turned his head towards the blinds, noting that the rain doesn't seem to be letting up any time soon.
"I wonder how long the power will be down for ..." Dokja mumbles, feeling his toes tingle from how cold the atmosphere is. Sooyoung peeks out from his side and frowns when she realizes that the rain seems to be pouring heavier than it had been earlier.
"A week? The power generator's bound to be waterlogged with how heavy this rain is. Stupid old apartments ..."
"I'll try to get those portable heaters for our rooms tomorrow then,"
Tossing his head back against the headrest of the couch, Dokja keeps to himself to do the mental calculations over the cost of portable heaters when he feels Sooyoung poking lightly at something that she shouldn't be touching.
"Ya Han Sooyoung―"
"You've been hard for sometime already." She declares, eyes wide with fascination as she continues to poke at Dokja's clothed erection. As if he too had to confirm it for himself, Dokja glanced down to look at the hard bulge that was strained against his briefs. "... You're right."
Tearing their gazes away from his bulge and to each other, Dokja points an accusatory finger at Sooyoung. "This is your fault,"
"It's not my fault that you are aroused from visual stimulation!"
"And you aren't?" He shoots back before the realization dawns upon him. "You aren't ... right?"
Dokja watches as Sooyoung squirms away from him and closer to the armrest of the couch, grumbling softly underneath her breath as she places her laptop aside on the coffee table. "Well, it is visual stimulation ..."
It feels as if the atmosphere has grown heavier.
They sit in a quiet silence, unsure of how they would breach such a topic. Surely they could excuse themselves into their respective rooms ... but the intimate knowledge of what the latter could be doing behind closed doors feels sinful.
Prior to the events that had transpired of the day, it was a shared understanding between the two friends that they didn't feel any sort of attraction towards each other. Would seeking temporary relief in each other change the comfortable dynamics of their friendship?
This was an unfamiliar border that neither dared to impeded, until Dokja breached the topic first. "Does the invitation of sleeping with you still apply?"
Warm hazel oculars looked up into his own, searching for silent cues as Sooyoung releases a breath she hadn't known that she was holding in. "If you're willing to have me."
Careful is Dokja with his touch as his palm slides down to grasp onto Sooyoung's knee, watching her expressions with rapt interest as he guides himself into the space between her thighs.
"This won't change a thing about us, will it?" He questions, not wanting to impede into her space until she meets him with that blinding clarity of certainty in her eyes.
"It's just a temporary physical relief, it won't change anything between us." Sooyoung replies with a finality that coaxes a soft chuckle from Dokja, his shoulders relaxing at the reassurance. "Then, tell me how to make you feel good Sooyoung-ssi."
Dokja teases as his palms caress the soft skin of her thigh, guiding it down to the curve of her hips and hooking his finger against the waistband of her panties. Watching as she raises her hips for him, he bunches the fabric into a fist and tugs it down her thighs; amused to see that the fabric has been drenched with the slick of her arousal.
"You must have loved the visual stimulation didn't you?" Gloating at her ego, he removes the flimsy fabric off of her legs and guides her to rest into the soft cushion. Sooyoung merely huffs in reply and tosses a sole leg over the headrest of the couch, allowing her borrowed sweater to ride up her navel and expose her cunt to the man underneath. "Pot calling the kettle black."
Touché
Dokja hums appreciatively at the sight of Sooyoung offering herself bare, this pliant nature of hers a stark contrast to their usual heated banters that dominates their friendship. A silver lining to this interesting situation perhaps.
Struck with a fleeting thought, Dokja acts on his curiosity and eases a digit into Sooyoung's heat; studying the way her breath hitches as a foreign object intrudes inside of her, coaxing a soft whine from her lips as he feels her walls clench around the sole finger.
How fascinating that a single appendage is enough to elicit such a reaction. As if he is spurred by greed for more, Dokja eases a second finger into Sooyoung's cunt and curls his fingers inside of her, the pads of his fingers dragging against her walls slowly.
"Oh~! That feels ... that feels―" Sooyoung doesn't know how to describe this tingling warmth, all she knows is that she wants more of that delicious friction and she wants Dokja to hurry up. But Kim Dokja is a meticulous person through and through, twisting his wrist and using those digits of his to drag against her walls in search of more reactions that he is able to coax out of her.
The memory of Han Sooyoung's breath hitching with interest after watching a particular video surfaces in his mind and Dokja is quick to move his knees backwards and rest his elbows into the soft cushion. "Dokja? What are you―"
Sooyoung's words died down in her throat as they are replaced with a surprised squeal. Kim Dokja had wrapped his arms around her thighs to spread them apart wider before Sooyoung feels his warm breath fanning against her wet folds.
It starts here, with Dokja's warm tongue darting out for a tentative taste of Sooyoung's arousal. Tongue flat against her labia with a soft exhale that was akin to satisfaction, the warm appendage glides upwards from the base of her labia, past her hole and towards her clit where Dokja can hear Sooyoung's pleased gasp.
Something about the taste of Han Sooyoung makes Kim Dokja dizzy, urging him to take more and more from the author beneath him as Dokja's tongue sink into the heat of Sooyoung's cunt, wet tongue curling into sex to scoop up the taste of her arousal into his mouth.
A taste doesn't seem to satisfy Kim Dokja enough as he continues to lap at her cunt, licking up and savoring every drop of her fluids, every cry his tongue is eliciting from her, and every twitch of her hips as she tries to raise them to rut her core against his mouth.
"Dokja ... Dokja! Oh please ... please―"
He buries his face in between her legs, thrusting his tongue into her heat and relishes in the way he feels her walls clench around his appendage tightly; like a vice that doesn't want to let him slip away lest he takes the pleasure away too.
Sooyoung feels as if she is about to lose her mind from the pleasure, it overwhelms her with so much and yet so little and she's so frustrated. Oh so frustrated. The climax that she has been promised by the multiple erotica she has read seems to have omitted descriptions of teasing because she feels so high strung, encouraged to go over the edge and yet, not being able to find her reprieve.
Her complaints come in the form of needy whines, sweet and inviting just for Dokja to let her cum and yet, the frustrating man proves to be difficult as he explores her heat by flicking and curling his tongue experimentally; eager to learn what foreplay Sooyoung prefers.
Dokja quickly learns that there is a hidden strength hidden behind a needy Sooyoung, one where her thighs are strained against his hands and eager to wrap themselves around his head in order to pulls his mouth flushed against her core. Kim Dokja finds it endearing.
As if he finally gets the memo that Sooyoung wants to finally cum, Dokja retracts his tongue from lapping up the fluids leaking out of her cunt and instead seals his lips around her clit, coaxing out a strangled cry from the author as she buried both her hands into his hair. "Fucking ... Fuck! There, there ..."
She pleads with urgency as Dokja finally eases the grip around her thighs, allowing her to hold him down as she grinds her hips against his mouth; hissing softly when she feels the blunt touch of his teeth against her pelvic bone.
Scorched in the heat of his mouth, Sooyoung is rendered into a putty mess as she chases after the simmering heat that threatens to tip her over the edge , Dokja's mouth suctioning and sucking onto her clit with just the right amount of pleasure that she comes undone far too quickly for her tastes.
But that doesn't matter.
What matters is the way Sooyoung's body stills, her frame trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm as Dokja's palms held onto her bottom, providing support for her hips to stay suspended in air as her brain turns to mush and everything goes into a peaceful static.
Sooyoung goes back online after a moment. Blinking away the daze as she notes how Dokja is towering from above her, watching over her fondly. "Earth calling to Han Sooyoung?"
She chuckles at the greeting and lightly swats at him before she cranes her neck downwards to see that Dokja has removed his sweatpants, his shaft resting comfortably against her navel.
"May I continue or shall we finish here?" Dokja inquires, tilting his head. Rolling her eyes in response, Sooyoung reaches a hand down to gently stroke against his hard length; watching as the tension leaves his shoulders and he sighs from her touch.
"Inside ... Finish inside of me Dokja," She whispers as she scoops up the fluids of her earlier orgasm and smears it messily against his length. A look of uncertainty flashes across his features before Kim Dokja finally tears his gaze away from Sooyoung and nods. "I'll make sure the cleaning is thorough,"
Balancing his weight against his knees, Sooyoung licks her lips as she watches Dokja stroking his length; sliding his cock against her folds and coating it in her fluids as lubrication and yet, Kim Dokja remains a tease as he guides the tip of his shaft in between her labia but never once breaching her entrance.
It is driving her impatient as she watches the beads of precum oozing out of his tip and dribbling onto the underside of his shaft and she raises her lips just a little, just for Dokja to slip and push his tip into her pelvic bone. "C'mon Dokja ... hurry ..."
Gritting his teeth, Dokja thrusts forward and smears her fluids messily around her vulva as he glares down at her. "Be patient brat."
Goading Kim Dokja with a mischievous smile of hers, the man could only groan in defeat whilst he pulls his hips away from hers momentarily to line his cock against her entrance before slowly slipping his shaft into her cunt.
"Oh,"
"Fuck ..."
Throwing her head back into the soft cushions, Sooyoung could only keen in pleasure as Dokja's shaft forces her walls to stretch against his girth in order to accommodate to his size whilst Dokja's lips part to exhale softly at the sensation of her warm walls enveloping his cock and pulsating around his appendage as if to coax him to fuck harder into her.
With a hand on the armrest to support his weight and the other grasping tightly onto Sooyoung's hip, Dokja surges forward and slams his hips flushed against her, earning a high pitched whine of satisfaction from the lady underneath him.
"Yes yes! Just like that ... like―"
Sooyoung babbles incoherently as Dokja pulls out only to drive back harder into her heat, groaning softly as he settles on a pleasant pace to have Sooyoung come undone once more on his cock.
The pleasure feels addictive, like a leash that had materialized around Dokja's throat and urging him to indulge in it more and more as he fucks his cock harder and deeper into Sooyoung, forgoing what sort of rationality he has left of savoring his slow pace and into rhythmless and messy fucking, the wet squelches of their fluids intermingling with one another reverberates across their living room as Sooyoung's moans are reduced to wordless gasps and whines.
Groaning as he feels the heat pooling in his lower abdomen, Dokja's free hand comes down to rub hurried circles around her clit and he feels the way her hips arched off the couch and warm walls clenching tighter around his shaft as she cries out of Dokja.
Distinctively, Dokja notes that Sooyoung had screamed that she was about to cum when Dokja slams a final thrust into Sooyoung's cunt and sighs in pleasure as he feels his cock pulsating and emptying his cum into her.
Sooyoung too, could only pant heavily as she feels his warmth coat her walls and filling her up till she feels it threatening to spill out of her cunt. Whining at the thought, she wraps her legs around Dokja's torso and anchors him closer in order to avoid the spillage of his cum as they lay on the couch, catching their breaths.
When they come to, Sooyoung greets Dokja with a smile; brushing his fringe out of his face as he gathers the energy to carry her into the bathroom to wash up.
Dokja flinches when the cold water from the shower head sprays and he warns Sooyoung of its temperature before he settles in the space behind her, guiding her legs apart and angling the shower to spray against her oversensitive walls as he uses his fingers to scoop the cum out of her cunt.
Busying himself with mundane thoughts to distract himself from the soft whimpers slipping past her lips, it took awhile for Dokja to thoroughly clean out as much cum as he could from Sooyoung's core before they finally clean themselves from the sweat and got dressed in a new pair of dry clothes.
It was only then did they realize that the rain has let up, revealing the night sky of Seoul.