"But we've been friends forever."
SYNOPSIS
He is your neighbor and best friend, but maybe you should have been something else all along.
“Shut the fuck up!” you wheezed your lungs out, smacking your thighs while trying to keep the wine glass steady in your hand, “I’m going to soil myself!”
“Good, better out than in. I’m hard at work for your urinary tract health here, man,” he responded seriously, then raised his glass for a toast, “Happy divorciversary.”
As your laughter died down, your mind wandered, and the past couple of years suddenly flashed before your eyes.
You had always been closer to Jisung than his wife since you couldn’t relate to the woman for the life of you. She was some hotshot finance manager at some company while Jisung was a stay-at-home dad; more or less the same setting as your household. What were you even going to talk about with her? The catches you found at the farmer’s market? The agenda items at the PTA meetings that she never showed up for? Her clients from companies that were impossible to pronounce correctly?
You had Jisung for all of that.
Not only did you just get each other, but he was the quirkiest dude you knew. A total alien. More often than not, he would do some dumb shit like masterminding the prank wars going on between the neighborhood kids, and unknowingly boost your daily dopamine levels. Just watching him strategically hide fart cushions on the sidewalk through your kitchen window would make you laugh your ass off, effectively saving you hefty therapist bills and a probably heavy treatment course you would have to follow otherwise.
He used to host Sunday barbecues in his backyard while the kids played in the little treehouse he built for them. You used to have them over for gourmet dinner parties. You took turns driving the kids to school and religiously texted each other whenever one of you spotted a sale at Office 1 Superstore.
The happiness you found in each other would die in your own respective homes.
It was a freak coincidence that both your divorces were finalized on the very same day, sure, but life worked in mysterious ways. Instead of drowning in depressive episodes, Jisung proposed to make the most of all the grief. Every year, you made sure both your kids were with your exes on September 13; he brought the fanciest bottle of wine he could find; you made dinner for two, and spent the night in each other’s company. Not necessarily a date or anything, just shooting the shit like you always did.
It was the third year of your divorciversary, but it felt more like Thanksgiving this time around. If it weren’t for this man, who knows where you would be? If it weren’t for him, how the fuck were you going to keep your sanity?
He mattered. He mattered to you a lot more than you let on.
“I’m not judging, but Tinder isn’t exactly a place where you find your next soulmate,” he topped off your glasses.
“Geez, what would that sound like if you did?” you cocked a brow.
“You’re an absolute catch!” he eagerly protested and leaned into the couch, “Anyone who fails to notice that should get their ‘functional brain’ card immediately revoked.”
“Yeah, maybe tell that to my failed dates as of late, brohio,” you attempted to veil your broken smile as if you were indifferent, “I thought the MILF thing was still hot, but turns out being a mom is a bit of a dealbreaker for a lot of people.”
Well… He would know.
In his string of failed blind dates, Jisung made the unfortunate observation that people busted a very loud “Aww!” when he declared he had sole custody of his daughter, but that was it. During the time he was away from the dating game, everything seemed to have gone… too casual. Maybe it was just his rotten luck, but no one seemed to want to share anything anymore besides awkward small talk quickly revealing they didn’t have anything in common, let alone a life and the responsibility of a child somewhere down the line. And he was supposed to let one of these women in after that debris of a marriage he survived? Thanks, but no thanks.
But then… there was you.
In all the years you’d known each other, he didn’t do anything inappropriate even once, always respectful of the boundaries that needed to be protected. You were friends. Friends who seemed to have a closer relationship than their spouses for some reason, but friends nevertheless. He liked that he was friends with you. He liked it when you honked to alert the entire neighborhood when the girls’ team won a game. He liked being PTA buddies with you. He liked that you kept sending him the job ads you found for recording companies even though he had long given up on it. He liked the late-night talks you shared on the porch swing when both of you were alone at home and the kids were asleep. Even his daughter was best friends with yours, for fuck’s sake.
You mattered to him a lot more than he let on, and it killed him inside every time he saw shadows passing by your face. You didn’t deserve disappointment of any kind. You deserved good things only. The best things life had to offer. You deserved to be happy. He could make you happy.
He could make you the happiest woman you could ever be.
In all the years you’d known each other, he didn’t do anything inappropriate even once, but he couldn’t control it this time. In a momentary lapse of sanity, he suddenly leaned in and took your lips between his.
A simple touch. But it still shocked you to your very core.
It was a gigantic lie to say you were never curious. Of course you were, but you were also ashamed of even thinking about it. The guilt was weighing heavy on your chest, but that ‘what if’ just wouldn’t stop haunting you. What if the man you were actually supposed to be with lived across the street?
What if he was on your couch, kissing all your wounds better right now?
“Didn’t you ever wonder?” he spoke into your lips, eyes all dreamy from the daze of feeling you for the first time, “What would have happened if it was the two of us from the beginning?”
There was nothing that you should feel guilty about. Nothing that stood in your way. You were free as a bird to do whatever you wanted. Then why were you trying to refute yourself? Why did you feel terrified? Were you scared that he would burn all the bridges and go for it?
Or that he would realize what a huge mistake that was and leave for good?
“But… But we’ve been friends forever,” you managed to utter.
“And what good came from that, huh?”
Nothing. No good came from that. All this time you could have Sunday brunches with your two beautiful girls instead of tense barbecues. You could have woken up in the same bed and snuggled some more before you started your day. You could have organized the fridge you own together with all your produce haul from the farmer’s market. You could have fucked each other to sleep with ample amounts of ‘I love you’s whispered in between that you never once heard from your husband.
You were so gone in your own thoughts that his face fell when you didn’t say anything.
“I’m sorry for assuming,” he retreated to his seat, “You don’t… want me.”
“IT’S NOT THAT!!!”
You grabbed onto his arm in panic. He was naturally startled when you yelled at his face, but hope returned to his beautiful eyes. He smiled. A part of you broke off and attached itself to the curls of his lips.
There were so many questions to answer. So much to talk and think about. But you were kinda sick of it. It nauseated you every time another ‘what if’ invited itself into your mind.
Fuck this.
This time you leaned into him for a kiss, and it quickly devolved into a very heavy makeout session when you straddled him. He was running his hands everywhere like he was trying to make up for something lost, your face, your back, your hips, one arm holding you in place just so you wouldn’t get up and leave him. Turns out all this time he harbored an entire haven between his lips for you to take shelter in. Nothing could feel this safe, this soothing, this right as if nothing bad could ever happen to you.
There was no what if. The man you were meant to share your life with indeed lived across the street.
It was either the wine or the sudden rush of arousal, but less than ten seconds in, you felt something hard poking at you between your legs. When you inadvertently chuckled against his lips, it flustered Jisung even more.
“I–I’m sorry, I’m just— I didn’t—” he kept stuttering courtesy of the complete lack of blood in his brain, “I–I got too excited. I’ve wanted this for so long, and I find you insanely sexy, and…”
You were so fucking endeared that your heart was about to give out. You couldn’t remember the last time you were this desired without the intent of a quick fuck. Without the crippling knowledge that they just weren’t going to stay afterwards.
“I kinda like that I got you this horny,” you stroked his cock over his pants, “When was the last time you came?”
“This… morning. In the shower,” he thickly gulped, the shade of his blush growing deeper by the second, “To the thought of… of you.”
“Doesn’t count. You’d better have enough saved for me,” you held onto his collar and pulled him on top of you.
His kisses quickly descended from your lips to your neck, and he sneaked a hand inside your top to feel your breasts. A groan ripped from his throat when he noticed you weren’t wearing a bra. Just touching was sure as hell not going to cut it. He slid your shirt up to your neck, then proceeded to worship your nipples, swirling his tongue around them, teasing them, sucking on them to get them as hard as he could. When you tugged on the hem of his shirt, he hastily removed it, and you saw Jisung’s naked figure for the first time ever.
A groan ripped from your throat at the sight.
Tatted up broad chest, chiseled torso, slim waist that could only be described as fucking slutty, coaxing anyone staring into wrapping their legs around it.
“I know,” he smirked when you gawked at him a bit too long, “You should see me trapped in a leglock.”
Jisung had always struck you as this wholesome goofy guy. That playful confidence was something you’d never seen from him before. He knew what he looked like and took absolute pride in it as he goddamn should.
You might have gotten a bit wetter for no reason at all.
He lowered himself between your legs and removed your pants with zero rush. The moist trail on your underwear pleased him to no end. You flinched in your place when he suddenly placed a kiss on it. His face contorted in delight when he got you all bare, and the closer his face approached your core, the harder your heart thumped in your chest.
“I adore you, angel,” he whispered into your folds and dove right in.
You jolted.
You were having such a hard time processing that Jisung was actually touching you, and man did he know what he was doing between your legs. He was eating your pussy with so much gusto that you were seeing white. His entire mouth covering you, loudly slurping on you, tongue teasing you everywhere… It was intense. It was so much more intense than anything you ever felt in your life.
This was pleasure redefined.
All of a sudden, he intertwined his fingers with yours as he lost himself in you, quietly moaning into your pussy. You felt simultaneously calmer and more nervous. Your body tensed up. Your brows creased. Your breathing quickened when he spat on your cunt and spread it all over with his tongue. When he licked into your oozing hole. When he licked your slick folds. It was the last straw when he trapped your clit between his plush lips and sucked on it while his tongue rapidly teased you.
“Let go,” he squeezed your hands, “Cum in my mouth.”
You tugged at your hair while arching into him, riding the waves of your orgasm to the shore at full speed. He didn’t let go. His tongue was still hard at work when you were on the verge of coming down, and he only stopped when you started squirming in overstimulation.
“Are you too sensitive, or…?” he examined your face for a sign of discomfort as he got up to his knees, “Can I?”
You fervently nodded. This was the exact right time. You wanted him to fuck you hard. You wanted him to stuff you full. You wanted him to lose his fucking mind when he sank into you, and you wanted him to cum inside trapped in your leglock.
Your throat went dry as you watched him pump himself to full hardness. Just feeling his tip pressing at your entrance was enough to give you butterflies again. You wrapped your legs around his gorgeous waist and pulled him closer.
“In one go,” you instructed firmly, “Pass through me.”
The grin that stained his beautiful features was all kinds of perverse. He didn’t move at all as he stared in your eyes, and when you least expected it—
“YES!!!”
It felt too good too fast, enough to give him a headrush. He was supposed to take his time, take it slow and even drag it the fuck out, but all his plans went out the window. He was moving completely out of his own control, and every sharp thrust felt like getting injected with several shots of adrenaline. He just couldn’t slow down. He wanted you. He wanted you like he never wanted anything else. He wanted you to be his. He wanted to do this every damn night under his sheets. He wanted you to wake him up like this. He wanted to lull you to sleep like this.
He wanted you.
His breathing turned all erratic and he squeezed his eyes shut, signaling that he was about to cum. You intertwined your fingers with his and tightened your legs around him, then clenched as hard as you could to shove him into the depths of pleasure. You could feel how heavy his load was inside you, and you had no idea why it gave you a strange feeling of satisfaction. A calm silence filled the room, and you played with his curls as he caught his breath on your chest.
“I think I love you, Jisung.”
That came out of nowhere. It was as if something took control of the steering wheel of your brain and just forced you to blurt it out. Your entire face was burning up in total mortification while Jisung was staring at you with an utterly surprised smile. Nevertheless, he knew. He knew it was always up to him to reassure you and calm you down in moments like this.
In the only way he knew how.
“I think I love you, too, man,” he responded with a shit-eating grin.
Completely caught off guard, you loudly snorted, and your anxiousness started to slowly thaw away. That didn’t mean he didn’t earn himself a hefty slap on the ass, though.
A lot of things changed over the years. Your marital status, Jisung’s job, kids’ grade levels, the minivan you upgraded to… The singular thing that remained the same was that Jisung was still an alien. But he was your alien.
Humans were too boring for your taste anyway.
Exxxtraoddinary? Appreciate with a pudding.
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