Friends with Benefits

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/54294727.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Semantic Error (TV), Semantic Error (TV) RPF, Semantic Error - 저수
리 | Jeosuri
Relationship: Chu Sangwoo/Jang Jaeyoung
Characters: Chu Sangwoo (Semantic Error), Jang Jaeyoung, Ryu Jihye (Semantic
Error)
Additional Tags: Loss of Virginity, First Time, Rimming, First Time Blow Jobs, Anal Sex,
Anal Fingering, Bottom Chu Sangwoo (Semantic Error), Jang Jaeyoung
is So Whipped, Hyung Kink, Wet Dream, bisexual jang jaeyoung, Chu
Sangwoo is a menace
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-03-06 Words: 2,040 Chapters: 1/1
 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.
“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.”
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