Tamed | Lee Do x Reader (18+)

Study Session

Your friend had called him a fuckboy. He had looked like one, too. You didn't attend all the parties, but whenever you did, he was sure to be there. Probably surrounded by girls who all wanted the same thing from him. He always had a flirty pick-up line on the tip of his tongue and walked to class as he had just jumped out of a fashion magazine.

Now, six months after he had first tried to chat you up, he would much rather skip every party to spend time alone with you. The other girls didn't even bother trying anymore, because they knew he only had eyes for you. He walked to class in sweatpants, but with his arm around your shoulder. Sometimes when you complimented him out of the blue, he even blushed.

Your friend called you a magician. Only you could manage to make him this weak, she had joked. And all of this, even though you never meant to end up with him. He simply hadn't stopped flirting, so what other option did you have than to reply with a sassy, smart comment? You guessed he wasn't used to those kinds of replies, but you sure intimidated him. He wanted more of you, every time he spoke to you.

At first, it was interest, which grew into liking, which grew into love.

In the beginning, you weren't sure he was the right one for you. He seemed so...sure of everything. While you had never even been in a serious relationship, he had taken home a different girl every weekend. But he surely showed you that wasn't what he was with you for.

The first time you had made out, his hand had slipped underneath your sweatshirt, softly caressing your skin. It scared you at first. Carefully, you had explained to him.

"I've never done anything like this. I'm sorry, I just... don't feel ready yet," you said.

He had looked at you, a gentle expression on his face.

LD: "No I'm sorry. I didn't know," he replied. "I'd never do anything you don't want me to, okay? Just tell me when to stop and I will. Promise."

And he kept his promise. When you stayed at each others' rooms at night, glued to each others' lips, and his hands wandered over your body. When you left a party way too early, kissing in the empty hallways of your student halls before he dropped you off at your room. When you went on movie dates, just to end up making out in his car in the parking lot of the cinema.

He never made you feel bad for stopping him, and yet you sometimes did. Even when he didn't show it, you knew he was frustrated. He had never been used to having to stop.

Sometimes, when you sat in his lap while you kissed, and your crotch brushed against him a little too closely, he let out a small sound. It was like music in your ears and almost made you forget about your worries. It made you want him, to keep touching you, to not stop at all. You just hadn't told him yet.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts and back to reality. When you swung it open, it revealed no other than your boyfriend. He was smiling broadly, heavy books in his arms.

LD: "I wasn't sure whether a study date was a good idea," he said as he entered. "Aren't I going to distract you?"

He grinned cheekily before he kissed your temple sweetly.

"Perhaps, but when you're not here I'm just as distracted because I miss you," you told him.

He chuckled, setting down his books and plopping down on your bed.

LD: "Hold on. Is that my shirt you're wearing?" he asked, supporting his head on his arm.

"No," you said, but couldn't stop yourself from grinning.

LD: "You're a terrible liar, and I've been looking for this all week!" he replied, but you knew he wasn't upset. "I mean, it looks good on you, I'll give you that..."

You fell down next to him, laying on your stomach and grinning at him proudly.

"Okay, let's do this," you announced, not actually as motivated as you may have sounded.

He had already opened his book as you scrabbled on the floor to find your notes. And for a while, you actually got a lot done. It was true, he distracted you from time to time. But when he was next to you, you felt comfortable and less stressed about the upcoming exams, making it easier for you to focus instead of worrying. From time to time, his hand brushed yours, intertwining your fingers for a few seconds. Even such a small gesture could still make your heart race in your chest and your stomach flip in happiness.

But as time passed, you felt his gaze on you. At first, you looked back at him, giving him a small smile before returning your attention to your notes. Only he didn't look away when you did. Playfully you nudged him and he finally stopped. For a good minute, until his eyes were on you again. Smiling knowingly, you tried to ignore him, but it was impossible.

"Stop staring at me," you said, fixing your eyes on the paper in front of you.

LD: "You're so pretty," he stated.

Instantaneously, you blushed. Now you couldn't help but give him all your attention. You'd expected him to be grinning cheekily, but he was simply regarding you like you were some kind of beautiful artwork. Quickly, you gave him a kiss. When you pulled away, he followed your motion, wanting it to last longer. It made you chuckle before you began studying again.