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Swipe Right - Part 2

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Genre: angst, smut

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You’re bored, swiping on Tinder and you happen to find one of your classmates on the app.

Sunday came and went. You hadn’t heard from Hansol at all. Temptation almost took over you as you debated whether or not to text him first. But the more you thought about it, the more you figured he’d contact you if he was really interested.

You wondered if Hansol liked you like that. Were you not attractive to him? Did he not enjoy hanging out with you? Was Friday night just a pity thing? Did he hang out with you and have you spend the night because he realized that he actually didn’t like you and felt bad about it?

You dragged yourself out of bed to your Monday morning sociology class. You weren’t in the mood to look nice, so you sported a pair of sweats and university hoodie. You took notes but you weren’t really there. Then you made your way over to your chemistry lab. And you did your lab mindlessly, your partner guiding you through most of it.

And when it was over, you were grateful. You stopped at the cafeteria for a late lunch since you hadn’t had a chance to eat anything. It wasn’t crowded, being that the lunch rush was over. You swiped your card and went inside. You headed for the grill area and opted for a grilled chicken sandwich. While you were choosing condiments, you heard a familiar voice.

“Hi, Y/N.”

You tilted your head and found Hansol next to you, adding tomatoes to his burger. He smiled. You didn’t return it.

You picked up the tongs and put a slice of cheese on your sandwich. “Hey…”

“Are you here with someone?” he asked.

You shook your head, “Nope. It’s just me.”

“Want to sit together?”

You stared at him for a few seconds. You couldn’t help it. After ignoring you all weekend, now he wanted to sit and have lunch together? You were skeptical but, at the same time, wanted some form of communication with him.

Then you said, “Sure.”

You followed him into the main area and to a table by the window. You put your plate down and sat across from him.

Hansol put his plate down and said, “What do you want to drink?”

“I’m fine,” you said.

He nodded and disappeared to the drink machines. Out of courtesy, you waited for him to come back to the table before you started eating. He placed a glass of water in front of you. “You should drink some water, at least.”

You were so shocked at his behavior. You couldn’t put your finger on it. It was so hard to be upset with him when he was being this nice to you. You wanted to be mad at him but he was unknowingly making your life more difficult than it needed to be.

“Thanks,” you said, taking a sip.

“How was your day?”

“It was okay. You?”

You both started eating. “It was good. I had a test today. I think I did well.”

“That’s good.” You felt like the two of you were making no progress. You needed to talk to him, seriously. You need answers and you needed them right now. “I have a question…”

He looked up from his sandwich and at you. “What’s up?”

“Do you like me? Well, not like that, but as a person. Like, are you interested?”

“Of course. Why do you think I wanted to sit with you?”

“I was just wondering...” Because you didn’t fuck me...

Hansol frowned. “Do you not like me?”

You shook your head. “I do. It’s just that I’m a little confused...about what we’re doing.”

“Oh,” he said, “I wanted to talk to you about it too.”

“Did you change your mind about what you wanted?”

He shook his head. “To be honest, I never had a friend with benefits before. And I wanted to get to know you a little before we do anything...”

You smiled. “I thought I wasn’t attractive to you or something.”

“No, no, no. Of course not. You’re a beautiful girl. I’m just…” He sighed. “I just suck at this.”

You chuckled. “Tinder guys usually try to get in your pants right away, so I guess I was surprised that you didn’t.”

Hansol laughed, too. “Yeah?”

“So do you wanna, maybe, hangout? Are you busy tonight?”

“I have dance practice at seven but we should be done by nine. I’m free after that.”

“My place or yours?”

You stepped out of the shower feeling confident. You were so grateful that you’d had that conversation with Hansol. This meant that tonight was the night. Tonight was the night that he would finally touch you.

The best part was that he was coming to your place. He’d texted you saying that he was going to shower so you hopped in, too. You took care to put body oil on and a pair of sexy lacy panties before he arrived. You also drank a glass of wine while you waited for him.

There was a knock on the door and you smiled to yourself. You pranced over to the door in your skimpy tank top and shorts and opened it. Hansol was on the other side of the door, wearing a smile. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you said, letting him into the apartment. “My room is back here.” You walked, with Hansol following behind you. “Do you want anything to drink?”

He shook his head, putting his keys and wallet on your desk. He paused “Actually, what do you have?”

“There’s some wine and some leftover vodka my roommate left me. Do you want to, maybe, take a shot?”

Hansol said, “Sure.”

You skipped into the kitchen, grabbed the vodka and some shot glasses, and returned to Hansol, who was still standing in the same place you’d left him.

“You’re being shy today, huh?” You placed the shot glasses on your desk.

“I guess I am feeling a little shy today.”

“Don’t worry,” you said, pouring the liquor. “This’ll loosen you up a little.”

You handed him a glass and, after clinking, you both downed the stuff.

After putting the glass back down, you turned on some music and sat down on the bed. But Hansol stood. You let out a laugh, pulling him toward you. “Relax. Stay awhile...”

Hansol chuckled and sat down on the bed, turning his body toward you. His eyes glazed over your cleavage then back at your face.

“It’s been awhile…”

You didn’t hesitate to take your skimpy shirt off, leaving you in your bra. Then you climbed into his lap, straddling him. “Then let me take care of you tonight…”

He took your body in, swallowing you whole with his gaze. His eyes met yours before pressing his lips to yours first. “God, you’re so sexy…” Then he kissed you again, this time your tongue meeting his. He followed suit, your tongues intertwining.

It had been a while not only for Hansol but for you, too. You hadn’t really met any guys worth your while but Hansol was different. And sleeping with him was convenient. He went to your school and he lives close by. If things worked out, you could have quickies in between classes and late night meetups. Maybe you could even have sex in your car if he was down for it. The thought of it all was turning you on so much.

You started by taking his hoodie off. There was nothing under and you ran your fingers across his bare chest before pushing him back on the bed. You could feel him getting hard from underneath you, his cock pressing against your clit through your panties. Hansol looked up at you, into your eyes. His were full of desire and he tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth.

You lifted yourself up and ran your fingers across his hard on. It jerked at your touch and he groaned.

You smiled. “Getting impatient, huh?”

He smiled back. “Maybe…”

You scooted back, off of him, sitting next to him instead. You reached for the waistband on his sweats and put your hand inside, feeling for his cock. You felt the tip, lightly brushing against it with your pointer finger. It jerked again. And you started stroking him slowly, earning a sigh of pleasure from Hansol.

You continued this for a moment before it started becoming increasingly difficult. “Take your pants off…”

He didn’t hesitate and did as you asked, sliding his boxers off with his sweats. Now, you had a better angle to stroke him. He let out a moan as you wrapped your fingers around his hard cock and started stroking faster. And as you picked up speed, his body jerked.

“Your turn,” he said.

You raised your eyebrows as he turned to his side and reached for your shorts. He pulled them off, along with your panties, and slowly inserted a finger inside you. He thrust it slowly, teasing you. He was getting more and more excited as he felt how wet you already were for him. It turned him on more than you knew. Your lips parted at the sudden pleasure and you let out a soft moan. You wanted more and, almost as if he knew what you wanted, he slipped in another finger. He curled his fingers as he pushed them in and out of you. You were a moaning mess as he pulled them out of you.

“I have a condom,” he said, pulling it out of his pants pocket.

“Let’s put it to use then,” you said.

He started kissing your neck, making you moan out yet again. “Tell me how you like it.”

“Bend me over,” you whispered.

Hansol ripped the condom open and slid it onto his length. While he did this, you bent over on the bed, getting on your hands and knees. Hansol licked his lips at the sight of your ass in the air. He ran his fingers up and down your back, sending shivers through your spine. You let out a whimper at his touch. This was enough for Hansol to forget the teasing he’d intended for you and plunge into you slowly instead.

Hansol didn’t know you well yet. He didn’t know all of the little things you liked just yet. He didn’t know whether you liked it fast or slow. Rough or gentle. Kissing or no kissing. He couldn’t wait to explore your body and get to know you and the things that made your moan.

He made his way inside of you, slowly, and he could feel every inch of your wetness. He could feel how wet you were, how tight you were, how amazingly perfect you were in every single way. As he sank into you, your lips parted with bliss.

“Hansol,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he replied through gritted teeth.

“You feel so good…”

“Oh yeah?”

At that very second, he thrusted harder. “Fuck.” This feeling was amazing and you wanted—no, needed—to feel every inch of him inside of you. Your moans, first soft and sensual, became louder and more desperate as he grabbed you by your hips and thrust into you more deeply. Just by your moans alone, he could tell how much you liked it. He pulled you closer, so that your back was touching his chest. He thrusted into you still, slowly.

You couldn’t believe how good Hansol was making you feel. It had been a while since you’d had sex and this was exactly what you’d been needing after a stressful week of class.

He thrusted up into you deeply, wrapping his arms around you. He rocked into you, waves of pleasure shooting through your body. Your lips parted and a moan slipped out. Then, in the midst of this pleasure, his fingers roamed down to your clit. He rubbed it slowly, caressing it with just two fingers.

Hansol was getting close but he had to make sure you got your first. Little did he know, you were seconds away from orgasm. Your breaths became heavier and you started grabbing at the sheets. You let out one final cry as your body shook against him with your orgasm.

Hansol licked his lips and he felt his orgasm coming over him. He groaned and grunted as he came, leaning his head on your shoulder. You heard his heavy breaths in your ear and it turned you on so much, you wondered if he would be interested in another round.

You got off of him and Hansol bit his lip as he pulled the condom off. He chuckled. “Is there somewhere I can put this where your roommates won’t see?”

You took it from him after he tied it up, glancing at how much he came. He’d clearly had a huge load and it was just for you. The thought of you being the woman to make him come after so long turned you on so much. You tossed the used condom in the trash before returning to the bed, sliding your panties back on. Hansol followed suit, putting his boxers back on. But he didn’t stop there; he got dressed completely while you watched.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” you said, pulling him back onto the bed. You were feeling bold with a little bit of alcohol in your system. Your body moved forward, into his parted lips. His lips were warm, soft; his cologne wrapped around your nostrils. You didn’t do what you wanted to do which was push him back on the bed and stick your tongue in his mouth. But Hansol didn’t seem like that kind of guy. So you held back, keeping your tongue in your mouth.

He smiled when you pulled back. “What was that for?”

“No reason,” you said.

Hansol got to his house a little after midnight. One of his roommates, Junyoung, was sitting on the couch typing frantically on his laptop. He looked up from his computer and said, “Hey.”

“What’s up?” he said, taking a seat on the couch next to him.

“My paper is late,” he replied, taking a sip from the water glass on the coffee table next to him. He cleared his throat and returned to his paper. “Ten points off isn’t bad, I guess. I’m almost done. Maybe she’ll be nice and not take off points if I’m a half hour late.”

Hansol laughed. “Is this the paper you had all week to do?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll have you know that I was very busy this week.”

“Sure…”

“Anyway, let me finish this paper. I’ll tell you what happened yesterday.”

Hansol turned on the TV, flipping mindlessly until something on the screen intrigued him. It was just another music video. But he enjoyed watching intricate choreography. It gave him ideas and, as dance team leader, it helped a lot.

A few minutes, Jun shut his laptop and set it on the coffee table. “Thank god.” He let out a sigh and headed into the kitchen. A moment later he came back with two cold beers in his hands. He handed one to Hansol, plopped down on the couch and cracked it open.

“So where are you coming from anyway?” he asked.

“I was at Y/N’s place,” Hansol answered, opening his beer with the familiar clicking sound.

Jun raised his eyebrows, interest glowing in his brown eyes. “Who’s that?”

“Um, a girl I met on Tinder,” he said.

Jun smirked. “Oh really? Can I see her?”

“Sure,” he said, taking out his phone. He opened up the Tinder app and went on your profile. He handed his friend the phone and waited while he flipped through your pictures.

“She’s cute.” He raised his eyebrows. “Did you guys hook up?”

“Maybe,” was Hansol’s vague reply. “Anyway, I think we’re gonna try the friend with benefits thing. That first night we met up officially, she came over and we drank and she spent the night.”

“Whoa, whoa,” he said, putting his beer can down. “She spent the night?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Did you fuck her?”

“No,” he said. “We just got food and came back here.”

“And you still didn’t fuck her after that?”

“What’s the big deal?”

“That’s how they start getting attached,” he said. “When they start spending the night and you start going out together, it becomes a problem.”

“What are you getting at? How is that an issue?”

“They start getting attached. They start having feelings for you and then want a relationship.”

Hansol thought about it. He wasn’t sure he was ready for a relationship, especially after his ex girlfriend had cheated on him. He liked having a girlfriend though. He enjoyed having someone to talk to, someone to share his feelings with. He liked having someone come over and cuddle and have sex and all of those more intimate things. But, again, he wasn’t sure he was ready to open up to a relationship right now. He hadn’t been intimate with anyone in three months until he fucked you. And even then, it felt different. He wasn’t having sex with someone he loved and it felt strange but he still enjoyed it.

He liked you as a person but he also didn’t know you well enough to make a judgment on whether or not he would eventually want a relationship with you.

“Is a relationship a bad thing?”

“I mean, no,” he explained. “But come on, you were in a relationship for two years. It’s time for a little fun, don’t you think?”

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