"It's what best friends are for." He shrugged.
"Are you serious right now?" You blinked up at him, the feeling of shock and excitement taking over.
"What? You've never thought about it?" He chuckled. "I mean, if it was just me, that's fine, but you can't tell me you haven't thought about it at least once."
You didn't respond, opting to sit up straight and stare at the armrest of the couch.
"I mean, maybe once." You shrugged, not all that thrilled to admit that you'd fantasized about your best friend in bed on more than one occasion.
And got off to it.
"Why don't you tell me about it?" He tried, moving to lean over the armrest, his arms holding him up.
"Why do you wanna know?"
"I'll tell if you do." He smirked. "We can finally share sex stories." He chuckled. "Kinda."
You blinked up at him, unsure if he was serious.
"You first." You whispered, and his smirk only grew as he moved to sit next to you on the couch.
"Don't look at me though." You interrupted, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. "Sit on the armrest and look at the kitchen or something." You mumbled.
He complied with a chuckle, plopping himself down before taking a deep breath.
"We'd get back from having a movie date or it'd be us ordering food and eating here." He started. "Then you'd lay down with your legs over my lap like you always do when you're tired." He paused. "My hands would trace little nothings onto them, slowly moving them up since they aren't that long anyways." He chuckled.
"Hey!" You whined.
"It's my fantasy, shut up." He responded and you did, too caught up in wanting to hear what he had to say. "Like I was saying."
"I'd move my hands up to your thighs and you'd try to ignore it, but you'd start squirming when my hands get to your inner thighs, playing with the hem of those shorts you love so much, and your thighs would close around my hand."
"But it wouldn't stop me, I'd sit up and keep moving my hand until I could feel how wet you are." He sighed. "Those shorts are the thinnest thing, I swear, and with how turned on you'd be, they'd be so wet." He groaned at the thought.
"Maybe I'd tease you about it. Something like 'Are you really this easy?' or 'All I did was touch you, were you that needy?' and you'd whine, bucking your hips into my hand while I started rubbing my hand over your clothes."
"I'd keep teasing you." He whispered. "Keep teasing you until you were begging for me to take your clothes off. Begging for me to finally touch you." His head rolled back, and you could see his eyes were closed.
"Then I'd tell you to sit up, and you would. We'd be eye level and I'd finally kiss you, my hand rubbing even harder while my other came up to grab the back of your neck."
"When you pull away to beg, I'd finally give in." He chuckled.
"I'd get up and move to my knees, slowly taking your shorts off before playing with the hem of your panties, sliding those off even slower, looking up at you with that look you deem 'so adorable' just to prove it isn't."
"I'd grab your thighs and pull you closer to me, telling you to keep your hands to yourself before putting my mouth on you." He groaned again, and it was getting to you. This side of him was so...hot.
"I bet you taste so fucking good." He groaned again. "And you'd struggle to keep your hands to yourself while I ate you out, especially when I move to suck on your clit." You could hear the smirk in his voice, and it was only getting you wetter. "I'd end up grabbing your wrists before giving it my all, slurping at everything you had to offer."
"And right when you're about to cum, I'd slow down just to hear you whimper and beg to cum." He sighed. "And when you did, I'd eat it all. Until you're begging me to stop. I wouldn't even need my fingers."
"And when you're trying to catch your breath, I'd pick you up and place you over the armrest, but you'd be too fucked out to know it." He smiled.
"Not until you feel me sliding into you while my hands come down to grab your hips and hold you in place."
"You'd be so tight." He grunted, his head lolling again.
"You'd go quiet until you took all of me, not having any words while I start up." He chuckled. "You'd just be gripping the armrest while I tighten my grip on you to fuck you even harder."
"And how loud you'd be." He groaned. "You'd be so loud, nearly screaming my name, or maybe something kinky, I haven't really got much into that, though." He chuckled.
"Your arms would reach back to try and find me, and I'd smirk, knowing I've fucked you so good you have no idea what to do with yourself."
He was quiet after a while and you spoke up with a shaky breath.
"C-Can we change this to show and tell?"
"Why?" He smirked. "Did my little fantasy turn you on that much?"
"How about you shut up and make it a reality?" You challenged.
"Someone's bratty." He chuckled. "And I don't like brats." You could hear the smirk. "So why would I even listen to them?"
"What do you do with brats?" You raised a brow, swallowing thickly as Seungwoo finally turned to face you.
"Tame them."
Originally posted 8.21.19 on Tumblr
