“If she’s not orgasming, it’s because she’s not listening to her body. And if she doesn’t listen... I’ll make her listen.”

where your best friend's brother teaches you how to

This story was loosely inspired by a smut piece posted on Tumblr: “cumming of age” by enhflixer

You thought about sneaking off to the bathroom, like you had before — quick, no-nonsense, just enough to relieve the tension. But deep down, you knew that wasn’t what you wanted. Your body craved more, but you didn’t know how to handle it.

Lying there, trying to calm your thoughts, the sound of footsteps in the hallway caught your attention. Heeseung’s door was ajar, letting fragments of conversation slip through. You recognized his voice. He was home, but you hadn’t noticed until now.

A friend’s voice echoed, but it was Heeseung who seized your focus. He spoke calmly, as if teaching something. “Girls overcomplicate things,” he said, and an odd feeling took over you.

He continued, “If she’s not orgasming, it’s because she’s not listening to her body.” Something about the simplicity with which he spoke made your stomach twist. It wasn’t dirty, it wasn’t teasing — it was just a natural statement, as if it were the obvious truth.

You weren’t sure whether to move, but your body was tense, your fingers involuntarily pressing into the blanket. Your mind teetered on a line you hadn’t noticed before. The idea of someone... guiding what you hadn’t even known you desired.

He didn’t stop. “And if she doesn’t listen... I’ll make her listen.”

Those words dropped heavy into the silence. It wasn’t a threat, but a promise, given with unnerving confidence. You froze in the dark, feeling a strange warmth spread across your skin. It wasn’t just desire. It was as if you’d been physically cornered.

It was something you never imagined hearing, but now you couldn’t look away. Something inside you seemed to be asking for more. You didn’t know what you wanted, but for the first time, you wondered — what would it be like if someone decided for you?

You was restless, her body still burning with frustration after yet another failed attempt to satisfy herself. Heeseung’s words from earlier echoed in her mind — something about how women couldn’t come because they didn’t listen to their own bodies.

Acting on impulse, she knocked on his door. When Heeseung opened it, the way he looked — relaxed, slightly flushed, hair messy, like he’d just showered or just... finished — only made things worse.

The tension hung heavy in the silence.

A mix of shame and boldness in her voice, you confessed she overheard him, admitted her struggles, and asked, without flinching:

“I don’t want you to touch me. I just want to know if you’ll tell me what to do.”