Friends with Benefits

by little_leaf_hates_usernames

Summary:

“Let’s have sex.”
I don’t move, staring down at Sangwoo as if he has grown a second head. When he asked to talk to me, I assumed he was going to tell me off again. I expect that; it would only be rational for the very robotic Chu Sangwoo to hate someone like me— after all, I had been trying to get him to do just that, purposely disrupting his routine in every way that I could.
To be fair, I have toned all that down a lot, stopped purposely annoying him in favor of simply teasing the shorter boy affectionately. What I did not expect was for the collected, level headed Sangwoo to make a request like that. The silence grows thick as the younger continues to look up at me as if he hadn’t just asked me to sleep with him.

Chapter 1

“Let’s have sex.”

I don’t move, staring down at Sangwoo as if he has grown a second head. When he asked to talk to me, I assumed he was going to tell me off again. I expect that; it would only be rational for the very robotic Chu Sangwoo to hate someone like me— after all, I had been trying to get him to do just that, purposely disrupting his routine in every way that I could.
To be fair, I have toned all that down a lot, stopped purposely annoying him in favor of simply teasing the shorter boy affectionately. What I did not expect was for the collected, level headed Sangwoo to make a request like that. The silence grows thick as the younger continues to look up at me as if he hadn’t just asked me to sleep with him.
Sangwoo looks to the side, face not revealing any emotion. “You can say no. Based on your reputation and behavior, I was able to hypothesize that your interests were for men and women, but if I am wrong, I apologize,” he states, then pauses and looks thoughtful for a moment. “Or if you simply aren’t interested in me, I understand that as well.”
I feel as though I have fallen through the cracks of the universe and ended up in some alternate world where everything is turned upside down and the meanings of words are completely altered. There is no other explanation.
“Why-” My voice cracks and breaks off, and I cough a little, trying to clear my head before answering. “Why do you want to have sex with me?” I finally choke out, Sangwoo meeting my gaze once more, face impassive despite the situation. The only sign that he might feel something was in his hands; they are clasped together in front of him and he fidgets a bit with his fingers.
“First tell me your answer,” he states, lips pouting ever so slightly.
“I can’t answer you unless I know your motives, Cabbage,” I retort, gaining a bit more of a sense of self back, reverting to my usual, irritating self, though still in shock. I think, maybe, if I act like I normally do, Sangwoo will do the same. He sighs and rolls his eyes a bit, brows furrowed. I have to admit, I am attracted to the strange boy in front of me. Not just his looks, although I most definitely find him to be incredibly handsome—the first time I saw Sangwoo without his cap still replays in my mind constantly— but something about him was so sweet and soft, underneath that emotionless exterior. Our banter never fails to keep me amused, and just everything about Sangwoo is intoxicating, makes me feel high and floaty. But still, this situation was strange. I feel so lost.
“I find you physically appealing. And it is the logical path to simply have sexual relations with you. Sex is not only pleasurable for both parties, but also is very healthy and very effective in relieving stress. In addition, an arrangement of sleeping with one another without the hassle of a relationship sounds incredibly beneficial. However, it is your decision to make, obviously,” Sangwoo finally says. I am dumbstruck. Surely this isn’t real. This is some sort of elaborate revenge that Sangwoo is enacting onto me to make a fool of me. But he isn’t really that type of person, I don't think. And if he is being serious…. Does he like me? But he isn’t saying that, he is just saying he wants me in a sexual sense.
As if sensing what I was thinking, Sangwoo spoke again. “I’m not trying to date you, if that’s your concern,” he stated firmly, blowing out a puff of air, a sign of annoyance or stress. “I feel sexual desire for you, as in I find your body enticing. However, I don’t have romantic feelings for you. This would just be sex.”
Now that hurts a bit. It wasn’t the first time someone had asked for this arrangement; the problem with having a reputation as a player is that people assume I want to just fuck. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex, and I don’t particularly feel the need to love someone to have sex with them. But to be told so directly that someone only wants me for my body, not anything about who I am, it hit me a bit harder than usual. Yes I can fuck without feelings but that doesn’t mean I want to be alone forever.
I hadn’t assumed that Sangwoo would like me in any context— that would be delusional. He has made it more than clear that he finds me insufferable, and I have egged that on for weeks. But the thought that he might want to have sex with me…. Chu Sangwoo wants me, Jang Jaeyoung, to do something so intimate?
“Aren’t you a virgin?” is somehow all that leaves my mouth, despite all the thoughts whirling in my head. Sangwoo pointedly does not meet my eyes, his face flushing a bit.
“Yes, I am. So? Have you never been with a virgin? I’m not fragile, I can handle it,” he says firmly, as if he’s not only trying to convince me, but himself.
I stare at him in silence once more, watching him squirm a little, thinking hard. Part of me wants to immediately agree, to take this chance to get my hands on a boy that exactly fits my type, someone I find objectively attractive. And recently, someone I have been interested in, going further than just his physical appearance. But another part of me thinks this is a bad idea all around. If i’m already having feelings for Sangwoo that I need to sort through, how much stronger will those feelings be once I see and feel him in such a vulnerable state, once we literally join our bodies together, when I hear what kind of sounds leave that fucking mouth— heat pools in my stomach, my chest tight from my train of thought.
“Can I… can I think about it? And give you an answer tomorrow?” I say finally, Sangwoo’s face still impassive. He nods and immediately walks away, leaving me to stand alone in the corridor, mind whirling.

I throw my things down as soon as I get through the door to my apartment and toss myself onto my bed, head full of thoughts and questions. Rolling over, I stare up at the ceiling, letting out a sigh. Sangwoo’s face when he asked me that initial question was so… blank. I think he truly, completely means everything he said. That he only wants me sexually, wants to use me for pleasure and nothing more. And part of me wants to let him, let him just take what he wants from me.
But I also know it might hurt me in the long run to do so. I can separate love and sex, I’ve done it many times, but only when I was sleeping with someone I didn’t care much about. Sangwoo is different. He is special to me. And the more I think about it, the more I realize that I’m falling for him, in a way that I can’t stop or change. And if I have sex with him, there will be no going back. But maybe, I can change his mind? Maybe I can make him fall for me?
I sigh again, sitting up and glaring over at the folder on my bedside table. Inside is the vegetable man I drew for Sangwoo’s game.
“He is gonna be the death of me,” I say to my empty room, laying back down and rolling onto my side, eyes drifting closed.

Sangwoo’s body is warm and taut against mine as he arches into my touch, soft sounds leaving his mouth. My lips roam over his body, pressing open-mouthed kisses onto his chest and neck, hands touching and grabbing every bit of skin I can find, hungry for him. One of Sangwoo’s hands reaches my hair and grips a handful, mewling when I bite softly at a spot right beneath his jaw and suck, hard, wanting to mark him, make him mine. One of his hands leaves my hair and begins gripping my shoulder, nails digging into the skin deliciously as I take one of his nipples into my mouth, laving my tongue over the rosy skin, and I smile slightly against his chest at the loud, wanton moan that leaves his mouth at my touch.
“Jaeyoung,” he breathes out, sending a shock through my body straight to my cock, and I let out a groan at the sound of my name leaving his lips. I leave my place sucking hickeys onto his chest to meet his mouth again, kissing him deeply, consuming all of him. Sangwoo wraps his legs around my thigh, grinding into it, his hard dick pressing against me, panting into my mouth.
I wrap my hands around his hips and press him into the bed, ignoring Sangwoo’s whines about the lack of friction, and once more start my descent down his body, quicker this time, letting my tongue run down his torso until I reach his boxers, keeping my grip on Sangwoo’s hips as he tries to buck upwards, breathing heavily.
“Patience, Sangwoo,” I scold teasingly, gently nuzzling his navel right below his belly button, kissing his warm flesh and moving down to grab the band of his boxers with my teeth, ever so slowly pulling them down while looking up at Sangwoo’s face, nearly losing control at what I see. His hair, usually so neat or tucked away in his cap, is mussed and slightly damp with sweat, his lips red and swollen, bottom lip caught between his teeth. And his eyes. God, his eyes. They are heavy lidded and full of lust, gazing down at me with so much desire.
I release my grip on his hips to fully pull his shorts off, admiring his cock where it springs up and hits his soft belly, flushed and leaking. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, kissing his inner thighs gently and intentionally driving him crazy, listening to his pants and moans. I move closer and closer to where I know he so desperately wants me, but I never quite reach it, moving last minute, peppering his beautiful flesh with more and more dark, reddish marks, feeling him tremble beneath me at my teasing.
“Jaey— hyung, please!” He cries out, and that is my breaking point, the use of that damn word. I lose control of myself, immediately taking Sangwoo in my mouth completely, moaning at the taste of his skin, the weight of him on my tongue, the way he cries out so beautifully at the sudden contact. I bob my head gently, swirling my tongue around him, hands back to his hips tight enough to bruise, holding Sangwoo in place as I lick and suck on his dick, letting it hit the back of my throat with no reaction.
“Hyung, so good, you feel so good, oh god,” he splutters, his normally composed speech broken down into ramblings, sometimes breaking off into moans. Just the knowledge that my mouth is completely taking him apart, breaking him down into a mess of pleasure and desire, it destroys me.
I feel him trembling beneath me, words reduced to nothing more than pants and gibberish, hips thrusting up into me, chasing that high. I groan around him, feeling how his torso is tightening, body tensing up, becoming desperate and feral.
“Hyung, I-” He says, a warning. I speed up further, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks around him. He lets out a high keening sound and breaks, shooting bitter cum down my throat, and just that, that knowledge I made him feel good, that I have part of him inside me, it’s too much. My hips grind into the bed and just that friction, that little bit of touch, it’s so strong—

I wake with a start, sitting straight up, skin damp with sweat, underwear sticky and soiled. I just sit there for a moment, breathing hard, staring at the wall.
“I’m in deep shit.”

Chapter 2

It takes me barely any time to track Sangwoo down at the college, having memorized his schedule ages ago in order to have all the best times to annoy him properly. After my dream last night, I had made up my mind. I would agree to Sangwoo’s request and, using the state of vulnerability that he is offering, make him fall for me.
“Hey, Cabbage!” I say, smacking my bag against the trash can next to me to get his attention. Sangwoo looks up from his shoes and meets my eyes. I falter a little, smile wavering as seeing his face gives me flashbacks to my very vivid, very raunchy dream last night.
Clearing my throat, I flash him a smile and ask, “Aren’t you curious about my answer?” He pouts his lips a little and glares at me.
“Just tell me yes or no, I don’t have time for games,” he replies, but I know he is curious, if not a tad nervous. I can tell in his little mannerisms. Somehow, his nerves make me feel more confident, and I lean in close to him, breathing in his clean, warm smell.
“Meet me tonight at 9, your place. We begin then.”

Despite my confidence when telling Sangwoo to meet me, that confidence is now wavering. I have done a good amount of research on how to deal with virgins, and I have all the right supplies, but I am still so nervous about ruining something. What if I hurt him? Or am so bad at sex all of a sudden that he takes back the offer and decides to sleep with someone else? The thought puts a pit of jealousy in my stomach.
I glance at my watch again. 8:56. Four more minutes until I see him, touch him, taste. I take a few deep breaths, closing my eyes and steeling my nerves. Two more minutes now, and I stand up, wiping my palms on my jeans. I check to make sure I have all my supplies, then check again. Probably about 30 seconds now, and I finally leave my room and take the short trip to his room. I come to a stop right as the door opens, revealing a damp haired Sangwoo, looking petrified for all his big talk when he was making his initial request.
“Come in,” he states, opening the door wider and moving out of the way to allow me to comply. I awkwardly stand in his living area, feeling too big for my body and trying my best not to show how terrified I am. We stand in silence for a moment before Sangwoo breaks it. “Have you showered? I’m not letting you near me without knowing you are clean.”
I laugh, feeling a bit more comfortable at how very on brand that question is. “Yes, I showered shortly before coming over, don’t worry, your Highness, I’m all clean.” He nods thoughtfully before turning around and walking into what I assume is his bedroom. I follow behind and sit on the edge of his bed where he motions me.
“I’m not exactly sure how to start,” Sangwoo says, staring down at his hands. “I followed the instructions online to clean myself and everything, but I don’t really know what to do besides that, the internet was no help and-” I cut off his rambling with a kiss, holding his face in one of my hands. I pull away quickly, looking into his dark eyes. They shine with the dim light from his lamp, and his soft skin is bathed in a warm golden glow. He is beautiful and I want to kiss him again, but I hold back momentarily.
“Let me take control. Let me teach you pleasure, Sangwoo,” I murmur, glancing in between his plump lips and his wide eyes. He gives a barely perceptible nod and I claim his mouth again, not even minding his inexperience. His mouth is soft and pliant against mine, not quite kissing me but more just letting my mouth press against his. Completely under my lead.
I nudge his mouth open a bit and slip my tongue between his lips, stroking the roof of his mouth gently and groaning at his taste; minty but also a bit sweet underlying. I take things slow, running the hand not cupping his face up and down his back, slipping it under his shirt to caress his soft, warm flesh. Sangwoo gasps a bit at the contact and flinches ever so slightly, making me pull away for a moment.
“You still want to do this?” I ask, concern lacing my voice, trying to force my lust down long enough to reiterate consent. He starts nodding vigorously, face flushed. I nuzzle his neck, pressing soft kisses to the skin. “Use your words, Sangwoo.”
“Yes! Please, yes,” he cries out, grabbing onto me and tilting his head back for easier access, and hearing him so eager for my touch, so unguarded, it stirs something in me. I immediately get more passionate in my kisses, sucking on his pulse point and nipping slightly at the skin, desperate to hear all the sounds he is making. I pull away for a moment to yank his shirt over his head and immediately attach myself back on, moving down his body.
His soft gasps turn to a loud moan when I reach his nipple, sucking it into my mouth and laving my tongue over the hardening bud, gripping Sangwoo’s waist as he arches his back into my touch. His hands grip my hair, holding my head in place as I devote all my attention to his reddening nipples. After a moment I pull away, ignoring his whine at the lack of contact, and flip him onto his stomach in one move. He yelps a bit at the sudden change, then tenses up, sucking in a sharp breath and holding it in. I draw back ever so slightly, gently running my hands down his back, trying to loosen his muscles a bit.
“You need to be a bit less tense, Sangwoo, I promise I am going to make you feel good, just trust me. I won’t hurt you,” I murmur softly into his ear, pressing kisses against his neck and kneading the flesh on his ass, silently marveling at the softness.
“I’m not worried,” he retorts, but he goes limp, holding his pillow and burying his face into it. I chuckle and kiss Sangwoo’s spine, slowly making my way further and further down until I get to that soft, perfect ass. I grab him softly and spread him apart, ignoring his whine of embarrassment at being so exposed to me, and press a soft kiss to his entrance.
“What are you-” he starts, starting to get up slightly, but I hold him steady, lifting my head away from him to speak.
“Do you trust me? Just let me do this, I need to get you relaxed, okay?” I say, rubbing my hands up and down his thighs, waiting for his response, and finally he settles back down, grabbing the pillow and stuffing his face back into it. I give a wry laugh and go back to what I was doing, this time stroking my tongue on his fluttering hole, licking into him and smiling slightly at the small, muffled sounds he is starting to make. I lick even deeper, dipping inside him as his hole loosens, the tension leaving his body and being replaced with pleasure. I massage his ass as I continue, kneading the soft flesh for a bit before slowly reaching into my pocket for the small bottle of lube, snapping it open and coating my fingers in the substance, my mouth never halting. Ever so gently, I replace my tongue with a finger, rubbing over his entrance soothingly.
“I’m going to use my fingers now, is that okay?” I ask quietly, pressing a kiss onto his skin and continuing my slow circling. He lets out a breathy affirmation and I smile, pressing into his hole, feeling him tense a bit but not too much as my single finger breaches his body. I groan at how tight and warm he is, simply staying still with my finger inside of him to let him get used to the feeling. After a bit, I slowly move, pumping the digit in and out of him, feeling his body tense and loosen repeatedly, the sounds he was previously making gone and replaced with silence.
I frown a bit at this and halt my movements of thrusting into him to instead search for that spot inside of him that will bring back those whimpers, wiggling my finger around until I hit something that causes him to jolt and let out a choked yelp. I grin and immediately stroke that spot, gently rubbing in circles, reveling in all the moans he is letting out. I pull out just long enough to slip a second finger in, that tightness returning but less as I immediately go back to abusing his prostate. His hands grip tightly to the pillow.
I abruptly pull his body into a kneeling position, his face still in the pillow but now his ass is in the air, and I reach around to stroke his leaking cock with my other hand as I pick up the pace from slow and teasing to fast, pumping my fingers in and out of him, being sure to brush against his sweet spot with each thrust. I match my speed to the hand stroking his dick, ignoring the way my own is throbbing viciously in my jeans, screaming for attention that I won’t give it. Sangwoo is openly crying out now, blabbering pleas and expletives, sometimes biting the pillow in an effort to silence himself. Finally, I feel his whole body go taut, his cock shooting out thick ropes of cum, his whole body twitching.
I slow my pace, gently working him through his orgasm both with continuing to rub his prostate and stroke his softening dick, finally stopping when the last of his spasms end. I let him go limp, flopping onto the bed bonelessly, and I swiftly get up and go grab a wet towel, flipping him over and cleaning the stickiness off of his stomach. His eyes are closed, hair messy and wet with sweat. His lips are red and swollen from biting them. I sit on the edge of the bed near him and rub his arm for a bit until he finally opens his eyes, face still flushed red, and fuck he looks good. My dick is still painfully hard in my pants and the visual he is giving, all fucked out and sinful, isn’t helping at all. I give him a small smile.
“How was that, Cabbage?” I ask, trying to relieve the tension the silence is giving. He frowns at me, glancing pointedly at the bulge in my pants, then looking back up to my face.
“I thought you were supposed to fuck me? You didn’t get anything from that, you just pleased me,” he says, a pout on his face, making me let out a breathy laugh. That’s what his frown was about? I ruffle his hair, my heart warmed by his worry.
“I’m fine. I wanted to just focus on you. Besides, you’re a virgin, I didn’t want to hurt you. Fingers are much easier to take than my not so little Jaeyoung. Don’t worry, I’ll fuck you eventually,” I say teasingly, grinning at his scowl. “For now, rest up and hopefully don’t feel too sore tomorrow.”
As I stand up to leave, he grabs my arm, looking up at me with his dark, sleepy eyes. “When will we do this next?” he asks after a moment, looking down shyly, his ears turning red from embarrassment. I grin at him, leaning down to peck him on the lips and walking towards the door.
“I’ll come see you again in two days. Same time,” I state, glancing back at him, eyes roaming his naked body, taking in every curve and dip and becoming painfully aware that my dick still hasn’t gotten any softer. Swiftly, I exit his apartment and rush into mine before even waiting for a response. As soon as my door closes, I rush to undo my pants, pulling my angry red cock out and stroking it hard and fast, the sounds of Sangwoo moaning replaying in my head, the image of that perfect body, him looking up at me, those swollen red lips. I cum, hard.
Panting, I pause my movements, closing my eyes and laughing at myself. My plan was to make Sangwoo fall for me through sex, yet here I was, more obsessed with him than ever. Maybe this plan is backfiring.