Take The Shot

Click!

Heejin snaps a photo, and smiles at the result. She takes another, then another. A smile graces her angelic features, then she types up a caption that would make any boy blush.

Tell me how hard you came looking at these;) 💦💦 -H

Tap, tap, tap, and woosh. The photos fire across the Internet, the expanse of data a conduit for Heejin’s horny energy to reach her target: her… special friend. Sure, he was a little bit on-and-off due to being in different faculties within the university both of them studied in, but it was still a FWB thing they kept alive throughout.

Heejin locks her phone, putting it back onto the dresser. She arranges her hair neatly, pulling it back behind her. She pulls on her panties and pajama pants, then buttons up her top. A rush of arousal flashes across her system when she thinks of her FWB jerking himself off to her. She takes a deep breath, calming herself down. No, she would not get worked up now, right when she already had a shower and was relaxed and ready for bed. She turns to the bathroom, strolling over to brush her teeth.

Heejin wonders why she hasn’t broken the FWB thing off. Both her and Jinwoo haven’t been really getting up to really utilizing the benefits portion of their friendship much anymore, ever since both got busier. Most of their exchanges were nudes or suggestive pictures, and that was about it. Sure, it still was pretty good to have that, but Heejin didn’t really want to carry it on anymore if they were slowly going back to being just friends.

“Ptoo!” Heejin spits her toothpaste into the sink, then rinses her mouth. She wipes her mouth with a small towel nearby, then goes over to her dresser.

Strange, she thinks, why hasn’t he replied yet?

She unlocks her phone, and opens up her messaging app. Maybe he hasn’t seen it yet—he’s quite busy these days anyway. A quick glance, and—oh. Oh. Oh, fuck, fuck!

Heejin pulls the phone closer to her face. Repeated flicks of her eyes and darts of her fingers across two names and two different chats confirms the worst—instead of sending her nudes to “Jinwoo 😈”, she sent it to “Jiwoon (Housemate)” instead.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, shitshitshitshit!” Heejin throws her phone onto her dresser again, breaking into a sprint towards her housemate’s room. She prays she’s still in time to save it…

Ding!

You look up from the webtoon you’re reading. A slew of notifications pop up across the top of your phone’s screen, and when you see “Jeon Hee Jin” appear, you wonder what was on her texts that couldn’t be verbally said.

Tap.

You choke on your own spit.

Three photos of Heejin in various states of dress appear on your screen. One is of Heejin with her pajamas unbuttoned, her bare chest on display for the lens. Another is of her with her pants around her thighs, all of her body captured by the unmoving eye of the lens. The final picture is the killer—Heejin is entirely naked, her hair falling over her shoulders and over her chest. You read the caption, and you feel as if someone hit you with a baseball bat.

Tell me how hard you came looking at these;) 💦💦 -H

You stare at the pictures. Heejin looks… so fucking hot. You’d be lying if you didn’t have naughty thoughts about her—sometimes, she’d be dressed in just a loose T-shirt and shorts at home, and you wouldn’t deny the chance to check her out. A beautiful face, a decently big bust, wide hips, and a supple ass. Sure, she was a good friend, but she was also a very pretty woman. You grip your bulge over your shorts as your eyes scan every pixel of the three photos.

It was true you were pent-up for a while. You hadn’t had the time to take care of your needs for a while due to your assignments, and with these photos, you definitely could get yourself off. However, these were probably sent by mistake, judging from the caption. Heejin and you were just friends. You shouldn’t. No, you shouldn’t…

You curse as you pull your dick out of your shorts. “Finish off and delete it,” you tell yourself, “Then, forget about it.”

Your eyes lock on Heejin’s naked chest as you begin to stroke, at the honey brown nipples atop her fair skin, at the two rows of solid abs. You knew she was hot, but you didn’t ever think she’d be this fucking hot. The confident grin she has on her face is the same look she has when she compliments herself.

“Fuck…” You groan and stroke harder as you scroll to the next picture. Heejin’s pussy displays itself on your screen, and you imagine what it’d be like if she was your friend with benefits—what it’d feel like if her pussy was wrapped around your cock. You can feel yourself get dangerously close and you slow your strokes, unwilling to blow your load before you hit the hottest picture of Heejin.

You’re a fucked up mess, you think as you scroll to the next picture, the best one you’ve got. Heejin’s entire naked body, all the unblemished fair skin that clothes usually cover is exposed to your very eyes. You gasp as you resume stroking hard, pushing yourself closer and closer to the edge. Dimly, you note that it took you a really short time to get this close—again, you were pent-up for way too long now.

Almost there, almost there…

BLAM!

The door to your room crashes open, and you jump, the phone flying out of your hands. The very person of your fantasies bursts through the door, slamming it shut behind her as she blurts out a string of words.

“Tell me you didn’t see anything, tell me you haven’t checked your—OH MY FUCK!”

Heejin stares at you, her eyes bugged, jaw slack with shock. You scream, grabbing pillows, blankets, your shorts, anything to cover up your indecency.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, fuck, no, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t be doing this I’m so sorry!”

Heejin’s eyes follow you as you scramble, then she looks at the incriminating evidence on your phone screen in front of her, then back at you, then the screen. She picks up the phone and eyeballs at it as she walks to you.

"Damn, I look good, don’t I?”

The apologies die down on your lips when Heejin steps closer. Her lips curl up slightly as she moves towards you, and she passes the phone back to you. You reach a shaky hand up underneath the pile of clothes, pillows, and the blanket to grab hold of the device, and Heejin smiles when you take it off her.

“You still haven’t answered me, y’know?”

“What?” You don’t even want to speak to her. You tremble on the spot, unsure of what she’s getting at.

“I asked you if you thought I looked good. Do I?”

You just stare at her, and before you know it, you’re shamefully nodding. You drop your head, eyes locked on your bedsheets, unsure of what might happen next. Maybe she’ll kill you.

“Hehe,” Heejin giggles. “Thank you for your honesty.”

A dip on your bed makes you wince. You brace yourself for maybe a violent act.

“Yah, Jiwoon-ah.” Heejin kneels next to you, a hand on your shoulder. You look up at her, and she grins. “Calm down. I’m not angry.”

“You’re… you’re not?”

“No, not really.” The blonde girl squeezes your shoulder. “We all have needs, and I’m flattered you think I’m hot, actually.”

How do you even reply to that?

“But you’re still jerking off to my nudes, which I sent accidentally.”

Ah, well. Yes.

“You were close, weren’t you?”

You nod again. Right when Heejin burst into your room, you were two strokes away from your orgasm, and the frustration of being edged lingers.

“Take these away. I wanna help you out.”

“What the fuck.” No question, just surprise. What the fuck was she on about?

“I said what I said. I saw your cock twitching right as I closed the door. Let me help you finish.” Heejin tugs at the pillow over your crotch and you relent, letting her take it away. She peels away the layers covering your erection, and when she peels the blanket away, your shaft springs out, the head a deep angry red as it twitches in the air. White precum drips from the slit, evidence of your being edged hanging on to your erection. Heejin gasps at the sight.

“Fuck, you’re fucking big.”