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Seonghwa was a mutual friend of yours through a long time best friend. You hung out here and there, but it was always with your other friends. You think he's really hot, kinda nerdy and silly, and just a really great guy.
You never thought he saw you more than just a mutual. You never hang out alone. You sometimes thought maybe you're friends with him cause of your environment, you did work together, too.
His birthday was coming up in a week and you wanted to get him something nice. It's what he deserves. You're kind of lost on what to get him though. You didn't want it to be something bland and lame, but you also knew it couldn't be too lavish. You weren't sure, so you ask your friend to help.
"I haven't the slightest clue what to get him. I don't really know much about him because we never really hang out together, and anytime we are together, it's with everyone from work. All of us just bitch about work, so I don't know much about him other than he's unhappy at work," you ramble.
"Dude, calm down. It's okay. What are you so worried about anyway? You said it yourself, you aren't really that close so what does it matter what you get him? Do you like him or something?"
"What? N-no..." you stammer, it's not convincing.
"Riiight. That sounded believable," she says. "What would be so bad about that anyway? He's hot. Everyone knows that."
"Well, yes, he is..." you start to say.
"Then what's the problem?" she asks.
"Well, I don't want to like him just cause he's hot. That's just... not me," you rub at your arm.
"Maybe get to know him better?" she suggests.
"Like, just hang out with only him? Oh, I'm not sure. I'd probably die if he was just focusing all his attention on me."
Your friend laughs, "You really do like him."
"Yeah, I do. Like, I know he's hot, but he's also charming. Funny, too. He's such a goofy guy and always has the attention on him when we go out."
"See, you do notice and know things about him. You should just, you know, get to know him more. Ask him out."
"Ask him out?" you can't believe what your friend is suggesting. You'd probably forget your own name if you tried to ask him, let alone find the words to say.
"Yeah, well, not like a date. Just...as buddies. Maybe say you want to take him out for an early birthday gift or something."
"Well, I just don't know if I have it in me to do that. You know how nervous I am around pretty guys," you tell her.
"Yes, but how are you ever going to get with him if you don't get to know him. Just, I don't know, go ask him. I'm sure he's packing up getting ready to leave work now"
"Jeeze, okay. Um. Alright. I'll do it. Just, if I die...just know it's your fault," you tease.
"Oh, of course. Good luck," she smirks.
× × × ×
You make your way back into the office and find his desk. Alright, you can do this. He's not this scary guy that you can't talk to. He's a big dork, (of course, you love that about him) kind and charming. You got this.
You stand there, several feet away from his desk, playing in your mind what you're going to say. You don't even realize when he's heading over to you because you're so lost in your thoughts.
"Hey, you good? You've been standing there for about five minutes staring at nothing," he says, startling you.
"Oh, God, have I? Um. Yeah, I, I'm good. More than good. I'm great," you stammer.
"Oh, okay. Did you need me for something?" he smiles.
He's got such a beautiful smile. It's also adorable that it's just a little cooked.
"Oh, uh, no. Sorry," you say, forgetting what you were there for.
"Okay, well, I hope you have a great night," he says while smiling again.
He walks away. He gets about fifteen feet away before you remember what you were going to ask.
"Hey, wait!" you call out. "Um, I was wanting to ask you something..."
You walk over to where he had stopped and look anywhere but at him.
"What's that?"
"Um, your birthday..." you mumble.
"Hm?"
"I was wanting to know if you wanted to go do something for your birthday. I know it's early. We just, never hang out," you trail off on the last part.
"Oh! Yeah, sure. That would be nice. What do you have in mind?"
Your mind goes blank to any possibilities of what to do with him. Except for what you really want to do with him.
"Um, well, I was hoping you would know," you let out a small laugh.
"Hmmm. Well, there are no good movies at the moment, plus that's just kinda done to death," he starts.
You try not to stare at this man, but he's just too cute. You hope he doesn't ask questions.
"Yeah, movies are done to death," you repeat, staring at his beautiful eyes. At least this looks like you're paying attention and not being a creep.
"Wanna go to a restaurant and fake getting proposed to so we can get a free dessert?" he laughs.
You look at this man and realize you like him a lot more than originally thought. This dork really wants to lie to get free cake. How can be be so adorable?
"Or, is that wrong to do?" he giggles.
"Nah, I don't think that's wrong. It's actually pretty damn funny. Let's do it," you agree. "Alright, your pick."
× × × ×
He picks a really nice, fancy restaurant. Almost too fancy that you kind of expect a dress code.
"Don't worry so much, I've got the bill," he says as he pulls out a chair for you.
"I'm just kinda nervous now that we are here doing this," you fidget.
"It's okay. If anything, it's just morally wrong," he laughs.
The waiter finally comes around and you order your food and wine. You had said you weren't going to get any but he insisted. It would look more "authentic", he said. He was probably right.
When you get half way through your meal he stands up from his seat. He's doing this NOW? You thought he would at least wait til you were almost finished.
"Oh, shit, oh shit." you say to yourself. He's really doing this.
He does his whole spiel of wanting to spend his whole life with you, how you're so kind, lovely, beautiful, wonderful, ect ect ect. You try not to laugh as you're supposed to be faking being surprised and happy.
"Yes! Yes of course I will!!" you say loud enough that hopefully a passing waitress will hear you.
You can't believe you're doing this. You had to say, though, it was pretty fun. A free meal with the hottie from work and you get cake? An absolute win.
Just as suspected, your waiter was within earshot and heard Seonghwa's fake proposal. You snicker to yourself. You look over to him and he's trying his best not to burst.
"Congratulations to the happy couple!" your waiter beams. "How long have you guys known each other?"
"Five years," you both say in unison.
You both look at each other and laugh.
"Well, you are such an adorable couple. Congratulations again!"
The two of you look at each other and you can't help the smile that forms on your face. He's smiling at you, too. That adorable little smile.
The waiter brings out a large chocolate cake for the two of you to share.
"Is there anything else I can do for you two tonight?"
You shake your head no but he just says, "Yeah maybe some ice cream?"
You laugh but soon realize he's actually being serious and you laugh even harder.
"Right away, sir."
"Sorry, was that a bit too far?" he asks, amusement all over his face.
"No, that was perfect," you share in his laughter.
× × × ×
The two of you finish up your dessert and head to his car.
"That was fun, we should definitely hang out again. I enjoyed tonight," he says happily.
"Yes, me too," you smile.
You give him directions to your house and he drives you home. The whole drive there, you want to ask if he really meant that he wanted to hang out again, but you were kind of afraid he had changed his mind. You know you're being too in your head about this, but you really really like him.
You arrive home and he tells you to wait. He hops out and runs over to open your door for you.
"Such a gentleman," you say.
He smiles and extends his hand for you to take.
He walks you up to your door to make sure you get in safely. You want him to kiss you but this wasn't a date. So you just thank him as you unlock your door. He wishes you a good night and takes your hand in his.
"Would a kiss on the hand be too presumptuous?" he asks.
"N-no," you stammer.
"Okay, good."
He lifts your hand to kiss it.
"I know it wasn't a date, but I just had an urge to kiss you. I just didn't want to scare you away. So I figured this wouldn't be so bad."
You just stare at him. He's so unbelievably perfect.
"Well, th-thank you again for tonight. I had fun," you try your best to get through the words without stumbling.
"I mean it, we should hang out again soon," he tells you.
He kisses your hand again and then apologizes for being too greedy. You just laugh.
You wave to him as he heads back to his car. You're never washing this hand again.
× × × ×
"And then he KISSED my hand," you whisper-yell at your friend over the cubicle at work the next day.
"That is so fucking adorable. Plus his idea to stage a proposal? Hilarious."
"Right, but I had such a good time with him. We talked about more than just work, so that was nice," you tell her.
"Oh yeah? What did you talk about? Did you learn anything new that could help you find a present for your future husband?"
"Shhhh, not so loud," you shush her. "But yes, apparently he's a bigger nerd than I realized."
"That's almost impossible," she laughs.
"Well, at least I know what he likes, so I think I'll get him this new Lego set he was going on about," you say.
"Legos, huh? That's precious." she says.
"Isn't it? So yeah, birthday present...check," you smile.
× × × ×
You walk into the work cafeteria and spot him. You kind of want to run away cause you're still a little shy about the kiss, but you also want to walk up to him and say hi. You choose the latter.
"Hey, Seonghwa," you greet him as he turns your way.
"Oh, hey there! I was really hoping I'd catch you at lunch today. Wanna sit together?"
Your heart flutters. Of course you wanna sit together. Or on him. Either or.
"Yes, of course," you shake the dirty thought from your mind so that you're not blushing when he looks at you.
"So, how has your day gone?" he asks you.
You sit there and chat about work but it veers into talking about his birthday coming up. It was so adorable how he talked about it. He was like a kid. You can not wait to give him his gift.
"So, do you want to do something after work? I know it might be crossing some line here, but I think it's safe to ask. Want to come over to my place? I can show you my sets and more stuff I have."
He was so precious, how could you say no?
"Yes, I'd love to come over," you agree.
× × × ×
It doesn't even hit you until you're nearly out the door later that evening that you're going to be in his house.
On the drive there, you try to talk yourself out of it but you just keep driving in the same direction. You had no reason to still be shy around him. He's so cute, so handsome, so funny, so charming, so lovely. These were all the reasons you decided to keep driving.
"There you are! Come in, come in," he says as he greets you.
"Wow, your place is so nice, and wow, you weren't kidding," you say as you look at all the glass displays that held various Lego builds.
"Is it too much? Too weird?"
"No, not weird. Not too much. I like it. Do you have a favorite...?"
"Yeah, I do," he says as he takes your hand and leads you to his "hobby room" as he calls it.
You're so intrigued by all the sets that you didn't realize he had your hand in his.
"Oh, sorry," he says as he slowly lets go.
It was kinda cute. How he just takes your hand and leads you to his favorite Legos as if he was still a child.
"This is my most prized possession," he says as points to one of the builds. "I love Star Wars, too, so um. This was the best of both worlds."
"I see, that's very cool. I like it," you tell him honestly.
"Really? You do?" he almost looks like he's stunned by your answer.
"Yeah, I think it's cool that you have this thing you love doing. Plus, it's really nice that you have two things you like rolled up into one."
"You're not just messing with me, are you?" he says almost quietly.
"No, definitely not. I love when people enjoy their hobbies, crafts, and other fun things. It makes me happy you're able to do that."
"Well alright, I believe you," he says smiling at you. "Do you have any nerdy hobbies?"
You kinda laugh. "No, I wouldn't say nerdy. I do like to draw. Oh, wait, is reading nerdy?"
"It's like one of the most nerdy things you could do," he says slowly then laughs.
"Oh, duh," you shake your head.
Of course it's nerdy, you dunce. Why can't you keep your head on straight when you're around him?
"What do you like reading?" he then asks.
"Oh, a little bit of everything. I like horror books a lot these days, though."
"Horror? Oh, I don't think I could do that," he shakes his head.
"Oh, yeah. I also like horror movies. You wouldn't watch one with me?" you tease.
"Well, maybe. If I'm with you, then maybe," he says.
You try not to look too into it and tell yourself he's just being nice. Doesn't help your heart from beating faster, though. Or your palms from getting sweaty.
"You...wanna watch one now?" you press.
"Oh, uh..."
"We don't have to, I'm mostly teasing you," you say to him.
"Well, if it means a lot to you, how could I say no?"
"Really?" you ask.
"Yeah, sure, why not."
You can tell he's already nervous, but maybe this will give him an excuse to get close to you. You smile at that.
× × × ×
You put on the movie that has become your favorite recently. You don't think it's too scary, however, it might be scary enough that he wants to hold you.
He's done well so far and you're impressed, considering how scared he looked when talking about it.
"Uhm, can I ask you something?" he asks.
"Anything," you reply.
"Can I maybe, hold your hand?"
You look over at him. He doesn't look scared, so that can't be the reason. He just genuinely wants to hold your hand.
"Yes, yeah. Of course," you stammer.
"We don't have to if you're too uncomfortable with it."
"No, no. I'm definitely not uncomfortable with it."
You turn over your hand and rest it on his lap and he takes it in his. He looks up and smiles at you. You want to kiss him so badly, but you're not there yet. You may never be there. You think that may be a ridiculous thought considering he literally asked you to hold hands. But friends hold hands sometimes, right? You are thinking about this WAY too much. You shut your mind up and watch the rest of the movie.
There were a few jumpscares that had him squeezing your hand, but no hiding his face in your chest like you wanted him to.
It's nearly nine at night by the time he's yawning and saying he should probably kick you out. Jokingly, of course. You laugh and say you definitely should head out before you pass out driving.
He walks you to your car with his hand in yours.
"Please get home safely. I'll give you my number, if...if that's okay...please let me know when you get home."
He looks concerned and it's so cute.
"Of course it's okay, and yes, I'll let you know," you tell him.
"Okay, here, let me put my number in your phone."
You hand over your phone and he puts his number in.
You assume that he's going to kiss you goodnight, but this was also not a date. So you open your door, smile at him and say your goodbyes and good nights.
× × × ×
"He still hasn't kissed me," you groan to your friend over the phone.
"Yeah, but you said that it wasn't a date. Maybe he's just being respectful."
"Okay, but he asked to hold my hand during the movie. He held it the whole time. Then walked me to my car still holding it!" you tell her.
"Yeah, I don't know. Maybe he's just getting warmed up to finally asking?"
"I think I just need to finally ask him on a real date," you say.
"Oh? That's a first."
"Hey, shut up. I've asked out people before!"
"Okay, but, you were never this scared of them," she reminds you.
"That's not the point."
"Fine, if you say so. Ask him out. I'm sure he'll say yes."
× × × ×
It's Saturday morning and you're looking at the message you have been typing, deleting and retyping for the last thirty minutes.
"God, what do I even say? I can simply just ask him "hey, you wanna go out sometime?" but is that too basic...I don't know...." you whine to yourself.
- Hey, I just wanted to tell you that I had fun hanging out with you the other night.
You stare at your phone waiting for his reply.
You keep staring.
Finally he messages. After all, it was only two minutes and you were just being paranoid.
- I had fun, too. :)
You smile to yourself.
- I kinda want to ask you something.
- What's that?
You stare at his reply and try to figure out how to ask. You don't want to take too long to reply.
- I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out tonight. Like a date?
You stare for another minute before hitting send. There. It was out there. Now all that is left is for him to respond.
- I would really like that. Yes.
You almost drop your phone as you read his message. You were so happy you wanted to start literally jumping for joy.
You had to think of what to say now.
- Yay!
No, deleting that.
-I can't wait.
That's better.
He responds quickly after.
- I can't either.
× × × ×
You get ready for your date tonight. You pick out the outfit you're going to wear. It had to be cute but sort of sexy. Nothing you wear to work, either. You finally settle on a red sundress. Men go crazy for sundresses.
You decide to go out to a BBQ place. Not very fancy, but you both really wanted it tonight.
"You look really cute tonight," he compliments you.
You blush almost as deep red as your dress.
"Thank you," you say. "You look very cute, too."
Oh, God. Did you really just say that? Men don't want to be called 'cute.'
"Heh, thank you," he smiles.
Or, maybe they do.
"So, have you built any more sets lately?" you ask.
"I have! I'll have to show you!"
He was so excited, it was truly adorable. You wanted to always talk to him about his hobbies if it meant getting to see him smiley and happy.
Even as your dinner came, you both continue to talk about Legos, Star Wars, horror movies and books, and many other interests you had. You even found out you had a few in common. You both really loved to cook.
"I'll have to cook for you sometime." he says.
"That sounds nice," you smile at him.
You didn't want to seem to eager, because you wanted to be respectful, but you hope he takes you back to his place tonight. You really want him to fuck you. You shake your head.
"You okay?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"It's okay. Are you tired?"
"No, definitely not tired," you try to convince him.
"Okay. If you say so," he says.
You finish up your dinner and he walks you back, hand in hand, to his car.
× × × ×
As you're driving back to your place, you feel a little bummed he wasn't taking you to his. Not that you can't have sex at yours. It was just that you wanted him to make the first move. It's not like you've never done so, it's just that, well, he's really hot and really hot people make you nervous.
As you're looking out the window you feel something warm on your leg and you realize that it's his hand. You look over and sure enough...
"I hope...this is okay," he says slowly.
'Okay? Okay?! Yes, it's definitely more than okay!' you scream in your head.
"Yes, more than okay," you answer.
"Okay, good."
If he didn't want you in bed with him tonight you were going to be really disappointed. Maybe you were being a little, as he said before, presumptuous.
He keeps his hand in a respectful place the entire drive to your apartment. He was never one to be disrespectful and he wasn't going to start now. You loved that about him, but something in you wanted him to just cross that line some times.
You make it back to your place and you are actually feeling a bit sleepy. Not tired! Sleepy. There is a difference. All you want to do now is ask him into your place and fall asleep on his chest as he plays with your hair. You sigh.
"Everything okay?" he asks.
"Oh, yeah. Everything is good."
"You're just acting a bit...strangely tonight."
"It's nothing, I promise," you say as you smile over at him.
He gets out and opens your door for you once again and walks you up to your front door.
"Are you sure you're okay? I don't want to leave you if you're not feeling well."
Leave. Ah, so he wasn't going to stay. Wait, he did say if I didn't feel well he'd stay? No, that wouldn't work. He's not going to do anything if he thinks you're sick or something. However, maybe...just maybe...he'll let you lay your head on his chest.
"Well, I just..." you try to think up an excuse. You have none. So you say the first thing that comes to mind.
"I just feel a bit lonely at night."
"Oh," he says. "I'm sorry. I know the feeling sometimes."
"You do?"
"Of course, and before I met you, I was lonely in the daytime on the weekends."
"Yeah, but, don't you have friends besides me that you hang out with?" you ask him.
"I do, but they aren't really interested in the stuff I do and like. Like you do."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"No worries, I'm glad I met you at least."
He looks down at you and smiles. He takes both of your hands as you stand in front of your door. You almost wonder if he's going to kiss you now.
"Are you going to be okay, though? Like, not sick or anything?"
You frown. Yes, you're going to be 'okay' but you're not really okay.
"What are you frowning about?" he laughs softly.
"I just..." you trail off.
You really don't know what to say. You can't exactly lie to him just to get him in your home, you already told him you were lonely and he didn't get the hint. What else were you supposed to do?
"It's nothing. Just what I said before. I get lonely, but I'll be fine."
"If you're sure," he says.
Man, how can he be so dense? That wasn't nice, but damn it, how could he not pick up on what you wanted. You weren't going to invite him in if he wasn't interested. Was he not interested? Was he and was he also just nervous? You couldn't be sure.
He lets go of your hands, kisses the top of your head and says his goodbye.
× × × ×
"I. am. so. frustrated!"
"Girl, I KNOW," your friend tilts her head back and sighs. "Just ask him in, I swearrrrr."
"It just has to be right, and it hasn't felt right. He's not even kissed me. Well, other than my hand and the top of my head," you sigh.
"It's too bad you're shorter than him, you could just kiss him yourself," she laughs.
"Ha, very funny," you gripe.
"But seriously, maybe just...ask?"
"For him to kiss me??"
"Yeah, why not," she says as if it's the most obvious thing.
"That's not how it works. He's supposed to kiss you. You don't ask for it!"
"Maybe he's shy? I can't believe it's cause he doesn't like you. You have been on a couple dates, he holds and kisses your hand...like, I don't get it."
"Girl, me either, but I'm not going to just ASK him for a kiss."
"Well, then, you may never get one," she laughs and you try not to throw something at her.
× × × ×
You're on the fourth date tonight. You finally settled on seeing a movie at the theater. It wasn't bad, but it wasn't really good either. He rests his hand on your leg and leaves it there for the whole movie. It's nice, but you just don't know what it means anymore. Maybe you should just do what your friend had suggested.
"Did you like the movie?" he asks as you head back to the car.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. It was alright."
"You're in your head again."
"What?"
You had never heard him accuse you of that before. He can pick up on that but nothing else? Was he just testing you all those nights to see if you would ask for a kiss? Or to invite him in? You just didn't understand.
"You're in your head," he says simply.
"I mean, I guess so," you admit.
"What about? You don't have to tell me, I'm just curious."
"Oh, uh, well. It's..just," you try to come up with something but fall flat.
"Like I said, it's okay if you don't want to tell me," he says.
The drive back to your place is silent. Unbearably silent. You hate it. Was he mad at you? Was he getting sick of you? You wonder if he could sense you were 'in your head' again. If he did, he never said anything.
You get to your place and just like every time before, he opens the door for you, walks up to your front door, takes your hand and kisses it.
"Are you ever going to kiss me?" you blurt out as he's walking back to his car.
"Oh, uh. I'm sorry. I didn't know that you wanted that," he looks at you and... Is he blushing?
"Of course I wanted that. Every girl wants to be kissed after a date. And we've had four!"
"I'm so sorry," he rubs at his neck and looks down.
"No, don't be sorry. Just, come here and kiss me, silly."
He walks back up your stairs and stands facing you. He stands there for a moment and you're not sure why.
"I've never done this before," he whispers as he looks down at his feet.
"Really?"
"Yeah," he replies.
"So, you're..."
"Yeah," he says quietly.
It all made sense now. Why he never invited you in when you started seeing each other, why he never asked to come in to your place, why he never kissed you. It. all. made. sense.
"I'm sorry, I can go if you want..."
"Wait, no. Please don't," you ask.
"You're okay...with that?"
"Yes, of course. I like you, silly. That stuff doesn't bother me."
You racking your brain for answers, mostly, how could HE still be a virgin? Never mind the fact that he's incredibly hot, he was also kind and caring and funny. What was it?
"I bet you're wondering why, huh?" he finally says.
"Kind of, yeah."
"No one really liked me after I showed them who I really was. You know. The geeky side of me, I guess?"
"Well, I like that side of you," you smile.
"I'm glad to hear that," he returns his own smile.
"Do you...wanna go inside with me? We don't have to do anything. I just like hanging out with you."
"I'd like that," he says.
You unlock your door and head inside and he follows you in. You aren't sure where this is headed, but you're happy to be with him regardless.
"Your place is really cute," he compliments.
"Thank you. I try really hard to keep it nice," you tell him.
"I love all the decorations," he adds.
You head into the kitchen to see if you can find some snacks. Maybe you'd watch another movie, maybe you'd make out on the couch?
"Do you want something to snack on? I have a ton of things, I usually always keep my fridge well stocked," you call out to him.
He's sitting down on the couch. He's fidgeting and you can tell he's a bit nervous. You've never seen him in this state and you wonder if you pushed it too far.
"Would you like something to drink? I have lots of options."
"Do you, um, have any wine?"
"Wine, huh? That's a first," you giggle. "I do, let me bring some over. Do you like red or white?"
"White, please."
You think that maybe he's asking so he can settle his nerves, but normally you're the one asking if someone wants alcohol. It was kind of cute, but you hoped it helps.
× × × ×
A couple hours have gone by and the two of you are chatting away about whatever comes to mind. You can tell you're getting a little tipsy, so he must be, too. You keep looking at his lips. He's got such beautiful, kissable lips. You need to know what they feel like.
"I rreally like you," he slurs his words.
Maybe he's much drunker than you had thought. You try not to giggle at his state. Then it hits you. He said he likes you. You're gonna need more to drink yourself.
Another hour goes past and the two of you are giggling and chatting even more. You talk about how you wanna come over to his place and actually build Legos with him. His eyes go wide in excitement.
"Really?!" he exclaims.
"Yeah, I think it'll be fun."
"I'm so excited now, it's too bad we're both drunk or I'd say let's go now," he giggles.
"Yeah, but we can definitely do it ssome day," you say to him, slurring your words. You're definitely drunk.
A moment of silence hangs in the air. He scoots over closer to you and puts his hand on your knee. You then turn to face him.
"I rreally wanna kiss you," he says.
"I really want to, too."
"So can...can we? Please?"
You nod your head and smile.
"I'm ssorry I'm not very good. I've never had a chance to kisss someone. Especially someone as pretty as you."
You blush and smack his arm then giggle.
"I mean it."
He scoots in closer to you and takes your chin in his hand. He leans in and gives you a small kiss. It's short and sweet but you want him to give you more.
"Don't be nervous," you say.
"M'not," he blushes.
He puts his hands on either side of your cheeks and holds you still. He giggles again. Then kisses you once more. This time it's a bit longer. He's clumsy, but you slowly guide him. He finally gets into the motion after he gets past his nervousness.
He pulls away again after a while.
"Was that...okay?"
"It was," you smile at him.
"I want to keep kissing you."
He kisses you like he's afraid you might laugh at him. Slow, timid, and careful. You'd never laugh at him. You just want him to keep kissing you.
He soon finds the perfect rythem and it is so much better than before. His lips are so perfect and you never want him to stop. You want him to get more bold with it, but you're not going to push him.
He sucks at your bottom lip, you softly moan and he smiles into the kiss. You nip at his bottom lip in return. You never figure tonight he'd get too brave, but he's full of surprises. He wants to keep going. He needs to give you more.
You lick at his bottom lip, hoping he will catch on and let you in. He eventually takes the hint and opens his mouth a little. You slide your tongue in and glide it over his. You can tell he likes it because he's scooting much closer than he was before. He puts his hands on your waist to steady himself.
He finally gets the hang of things and takes control. You're not sure where tonight is heading, but you don't mind if this is all you end up doing. You don't want to pressure him.
He pulls at your shirt as you continue sliding your tongues over each other's. Biting and sucking each other's lips. You're not sure if this means he wants to take it off, or he's just trying to ground himself.
You pull away from the kiss for air, a string of saliva connects your lips.
He wipes it away and smiles. He's enjoying himself by the blush on his cheeks and his blown out pupils. You don't know if he's done or just taking a short break.
"Too much?" you ask.
"Not too much," he smiles.
He slowly bends down and connects his lips with your neck and kisses it gently, and oh, you need more.
"Don't be afraid to-" you start, but the words die in your mouth as he starts to suck and kiss at your neck.
"I think I've got it," he says against your neck.
"How about we get more comfortable?"
You gently push him aside as you lie down on the couch.
"Better?" you ask.
"Yes, better."
He leans over and continues to kiss your neck. He has found out that's his favorite thing to do because of the sounds you make. At least, that's his favorite thing so far.
"Can I take off your shirt?" he whispers.
"If you're comfortable with that, yes."
You sit back up and allow him to pull off your shirt. He stares at you before snapping back into reality. You're not sure if that was good or bad. He starts kissing your chest and you know...it was good.
"You're so pretty," he says between kisses.
He kisses your collarbone and then trails his tongue along it after. You sigh and you feel yourself getting wet down there. You think 'God, you're easy.'
He kisses down in between the center of your bra and you swallow hard. Does he want this?
"What do you want tonight, Seonghwa?" you whisper below him.
He pulls his head up and looks at you, "I want you."
You swallow hard again and nod your head, "Do you want to take this off?" you ask, pulling at the strap of your bra.
He nods. You sit up and allow him to take it off. He's clumsy with it and his hands shake as he does so, but he eventually gets it off. He places his hands on your chest and you take a shaky breath in.
He leans in to kiss you again. It's soft and slow. You want him to touch you more, but you're not sure how to ask, so you take his hands and move them down.
"Touch me," you whisper against his lips and he shudders.
You take his hands in yours and show him just how you want him to touch you. When he finally understands, you let him take control.
"Don't stop," you say softly.
You lie back down to be more comfortable and to allow him more room to play.
He kisses his way down your chest and lays his head down on your tits. You're trying not to laugh at how cute he is.
"Sorry, they just looked so comfortable," he says with a smile.
You giggle softly at him.
He squeezes them softly and his hands brush your nipples. You moan under him and push yourself into his touch. He takes the hint and moves his hands down to your nipples and rubs over them. You take his hands in yours again and show him just how you want him to play with them. You instruct him to softly pinch them and you moan again. He loves the way your body reacts to him.
"Feels so nice to be able to make you feel this good," he finally says.
"Can you please put your mouth on them? Please?" you beg.
He dips down and puts one in his mouth as his hand fondles the other. He's pretty quick to pick up on what you need and like as he licks and sucks at it. He bites down softly and pinches at the other and you swear you could come from this.
He eventually stops and you almost whine until he's kissing his way down your stomach.
"I want to eat you out," he says simply. "I want to make you feel good."
You nod your head, "Please."
He sits up to undo your pants and pulls them down.
"You're really wet," he says in awe.
You hide your blush from him.
He then pulls down your panties and throws them on the floor behind him somewhere.
"Please, touch me already," you whine.
You're trying not to sound impatient but you desperately need him now.
You spread your legs open for him. He scoots down the couch so he can lay between them.
"Please let me know if I'm doing okay?"
"I will," you assure him.
He spreads your legs open a little wider and makes himself comfortable. He takes two of his fingers and slides them inside. He finds your clit in record time and you push up into his hand.
"That good?"
"Yes, yes...that's it. Don't stop touching me."
He then glides three fingers up and down through your wet pussy and it's almost like he's transfixed. He rubs over your clit again and again and you're slowly about to lose it. He drops his face down to your pussy and slides his tongue in next to his fingers and you cry out. He swirls his tongue over your clit then works his tongue into you. You pull his hair as his long tongue fucks deep into you, he then works his fingers in along side his tongue.
"God, Seonghwa, I'm.... I'm going to come-" you gasp.
He doesn't let up, fucking you with both his fingers and tongue, and you come in seconds.
He looks up at you with his pretty brown eyes and asks, "Was that good?"
He looks so hopeful and of course you tell him that yes, it was so, so good. He lays his head down and smiles. You pat his hair and he hums happily.
After a moment, you ask him if he wants to take things to the bedroom and he agrees. He doesn't seem so nervous or hesitant like he was.
He walks you back to the bed and gently pushes you to sit down. He takes off his shirt and throws it over his shoulder.
"Scoot to the top of the bed. Lie on your back," he says gently.
You quickly do as he instructed, making a show as you crawl across the bed. He swats your butt and you giggle.
He takes off his pants and underwear and starts to crawl over to where you lay.
"I don't want to just...fuck you...." he says shyly. "You deserve more than that."
He doesn't want to say that he's going to make love to you, but that's what he wants. He's just too shy to actually say the words. He feels it implies something that may not be there yet. You don't push the matter.
"S-spread your legs for me," he says nervously.
You do as he asks and spread open for him. You're impossibly wet and you need him to be inside you now.
He scoots in closer and lines his dick up. He slowly pushes in, inch by inch. You keep your eyes towards the ceiling cause now you're nervous and can't look at him.
You finally look at him and he is watching himself as he slowly pushes in to you and it's the hottest thing you've seen.
He takes your legs off the bed and puts them over his shoulders. He then leans down to place his lips on yours. He slowly kisses you. He's gotten so much better than when you started.
"You feel so good," he finally says after a moment. You realize you haven't said anything for a while, either.
"God, please don't stop," you sigh.
"Wouldn't dream of it, darling," he says as he kisses you again.
He takes both of your hands and pins them down above your head. His kisses turn desperate and messy. He rolls his hips and fucks you down into the mattress. He doesn't go fast, he wants to take his time with you. He can't get enough of you and he wants to show you that.
You both moan into each other's mouths as he continues to rolls his hips into you. You gasp when you pull apart for air. He bites at sucks at your neck, he's sure to leave marks that show to everyone that you are his. Well, at least for tonight. You don't know how this will go after tonight, but you hope this won't be the last night.
You slowly move your body in rythem with his and he whimpers into your neck. Butterflies fly around in your stomach at the sound. Fuck, if you can make him do that again...
You continue to do it and he sounds like he's about to fall apart above you.
"H-how close are you?" he asks.
"I'm almost there, baby. Please, I need you to touch me. Like you did before," you tell him.
He lets go of your hand and snakes his hand between your bodies to rub at your clit.
"Oh, God. I'm almost there." you say, grabbing either of his arms for grounding.
"I- I am, too."
"Harder, I need it ha-harder," you gasp.
He pushes in deeper and fucks faster now. The bed bangs against the wall and you can't be bothered to care.
After a few more thrusts he comes with a whimper of your name and you soon follow after.
× × × ×
"We should probably get cleaned up," you say after about 10 minutes.
He's flopped over beside you, you're too sticky to be touching each other.
"Yeah, we should," he agrees.
"Shower?"
"Shower."
× × × ×
Another 5 minutes go by and you're on your knees in front of him, with his dick in your mouth. He pants and groans as you take him. You lick up the underside of his dick and suck back down to the tip. He has your hair tangled in his grip and he's moaning your name.
You continue to fuck him with your mouth until the water runs cold.
You change the sheets and get into bed and cover up. You lie on his chest and slowly drift off into a coma like sleep.
× × × ×
Morning comes and he's holding you. His dick is hard and poking against your ass.
You fuck again that morning.
As he's holding you, he is unusually quiet.
"Something on your mind?
"You called me baby last night, was that just an 'in the heat of the moment' kind of thing or..."
"Oh, uhm. It's an 'I really like you' kind of thing."
"Yeah? I do, too," he says.
"I really want to keep seeing each other, and, well, doing this," you giggle.
"I do, too." he says again.
"So, what are we?"
You laugh and he smacks your arm.
× × × ×
You keep seeing each other for the rest of your lives.