Just Like Candy
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★ Synopsis:
“She's just like candy, she's so sweet,
But you know that it ain't real cherry, know that it ain't real cherry”
Or
Hyunjin eats you out.
★ Pairing: Hyunjin x reader
★ Additional information: Written in 2nd person, Established relationship, Inspired by the song “Candy” by Doja Cat
★ Warnings: Reader has a vagina, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Face sitting, Penis in vagina sex, Multiple orgasms
You have been watching him. Your eyes focused on the lollipop held in between fingers as he mindlessly scrolled on his phone. He has multiple within the last hour. The artificial cherry flavoring has stained his lips and his tongue. You eventually break the silence.
“Babe, that’s the third lollipop you’ve had in the last hour.”
“Yeah… what about it?”
“Your entire mouth is stained red.”
Hyunjin huffed humorously. “So? It won’t kill me.”
“Uh huh…” you said.
He just shrugged and went back to scrolling. You let out a soft sigh. If you were being honest, you were bored. That comment was just to get a conversation going. When you spend time with him, his presence alone was enough. Not this time. You wanted his attention. Some excitement. Anything.
Suddenly, a thought crossed your mind. A smile appeared on your face. Maybe this will get his attention. You weren’t sure how this was going to turn out. It was a bold move, but you were bored.
Only one way to find out.
“You know…” you snickered. “If you needed something sweet to lick and suck on… you could’ve just asked me.” You did your best to keep away the smug look that threatened to appear on your face.
That certainly got his attention.
He halted his movements. His thumb stopped scrolling and he stopped sucking on the candy in his hand. He put down his phone and sat up to look at you. The expression on his face was one of curiosity.
“Is that right?”
“Mhm.”
Hyunjin stood up and walked over to you. He hunched over where you sat on the couch. You felt caged with how his body hovered over yours. The intensity of his expression made you gulp.
“If you wanted my attention…” he muttered. A thumb reached up to brush across your bottom lip. “You could have just said so.”
Before you could reply, you were swept up and away from the couch into the bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed. “What are you doi— mmph!” You asked but was interrupted by his lips on yours.
He kissed you with such urgency it gave you butterflies. His lips were warm and plump. They had a residual stickiness from the sugary lollipop. He tasted like cherry. His lips. The tongue that made its way into your mouth. Everything.
His body slotted between your legs. Its heat melded in with the heat of the passion between you. He had a slender hand placed on your face, a thumb brushing across your cheekbone. His other one traced up and down your thigh. Your hand moved into his hair, giving it a light tug. A moan slipped out of him.
The kiss ended sooner than what you wanted when he pulled away. When he did, a string of saliva was the only thing keeping you connected. Both of you were quietly panting. You could feel his breath fanning on your lips from close proximity.
His lips found yours again, but in a slower, deeper kiss. The hand from your thigh had slithered under your shirt. It went further up until you felt it grab your chest. You gasped against his mouth when a thumb swiped across your nipple. It traced circles until it was hard before alternating to the other side.
It wasn't long before his hand drifted back down your torso. “I look forward to tasting you…” he whispered. He traced the hem of your pants. “But I want to touch you first. I want to feel you.”
He dipped his hand into your underwear. Your evident arousal left no resistance when his fingers glided along the sensitive flesh. You took in a sharp inhale when he found your clit. Slow, circular motions had pleasure pulsating in your nerves.
His fingers started moving in quicker motions. You gasped when he switched to dip his fingers in you. “You're so wet. Is this all for me?” He muttered. “So warm…”
He pumped them in and out of you. You pressed yourself up against his hand. Fingers like his were perfect for this. Just long and slender. Efficient in filling you up and hitting spots you might not be able to reach yourself.
His eyes were on you, watching you closely. Studying every micro expression. Every furrow of the brows. Every hitch in your breath. When he curled his fingers, you moaned. Your hips jolted.
“You like that?” he said. You nodded, but he just shook his head. “I want you to tell me.”
He knew you did. It annoyed you because he already knew exactly what made your body sing. “Yes,” you breathed. “Please keep doing it.”
Your prayers are answered and the speed picked up. Every other thrust, his fingers curled within you. The pleasure was thick and syrupy in your belly. You whined, hiding your face in his neck.
The sounds he pulled from you had him throbbing. “Does that feel good?” Hyunjin whispered in a husky tone. “You're doing so well.”
“S'close…” you slurred. Your words were muffled by his neck.
He pulled you away so your face was visible. “Don't hide. I want to see you come apart on my fingers.”
You were grinding against his hand. Obtaining any pleasure from the fingers in you and the thumb rubbing your clit. Your orgasm was approaching quickly. The burning in your belly threatened to boil over.
A few more pumps of the finger and circles against your clit finally pushed you over. Your body convulsed in waves. You moaned as you clenched around his fingers. Your pussy throbbed. You rolled against his hand to ride it out before relaxing against him.
Heavy breathing faded into soft pants. Intense pleasure was replaced with a tingling sensation. You winced when he pulled out his fingers. He put them in his mouth and groaned. The taste that hit his taste buds was delectable. He needed more.
“You taste heavenly…” he said. “Let me taste more of you. I need to devour you.” He grabbed your hand and pressed it against him. “Can you feel what you do to me? You… your taste… it drives me crazy.”
Your hand felt his cock. He was hard and aching in his pants. You groped him, which earned a deep groan in your ear. The sound reverberated through you down to your pussy. Fuck, you were throbbing again.
“Please…” you begged.
Your pants and underwear were then removed from your legs. He grabbed onto you, flipping over so you were on top. “Sit on my face, baby,” he said. “Lemme taste you. Please.”
You crawled up until you hovered over him. There was no time to prepare when he grabbed your thighs and sat you on his mouth. You gasped loudly when you felt his tongue. It was wet and warm against your cunt.
It didn’t take long before he started licking and sucking at the flesh. You were still sensitive, so every touch had you jolting. It was overwhelming and intense. You were moaning, nonetheless.
He moaned loud the moment you touched his tongue. You tasted divine. He devoured you like a starved man. Loud and messy like he was drinking up the nectar of ripe fruit.
You were sweet. Like the lollipops he ate earlier. You weren't any real cherry, but neither were the sweets. It was addictive. Good thing he had a sweet tooth. If you were candy, he could eat you until it made his teeth rot.
“Nngh fuck,” you groaned. “So good…”
You gasped when he stuck his tongue in your soaked cunt. He stiffened it so he could thrust it inside you. Molten pleasure pooled in your lower abdomen. Burning hot within you. You rolled your hips, fucking yourself against his tongue. His nose was used to grind your clit against.
He groaned when you started grinding against his face. His hand palmed himself in his pants. You grinding on his face had him throbbing. He wished he could sink himself into that pussy instead right now, but he focused on you. If he were honest, he could cum from this alone.
You seemed to have other plans.
You stopped moving, but he kept going. “Baby wai—” you got cut off with a moan when he sucked on your clit. You pat his head. “Baby, wait. Let me ride you.
He pulled away and looked at you. The bottom half of his face was glistening. His eyes were dark, swallowed up by his pupils. He was shakily panting through his lips. He stared at you with barely contained lust. It made you shiver.
“Yeah?” he breathed out.
You nodded. “Yes. I need you in me. Please.” How could he ever deny such a sweet plea?
His hands fumbled with his clothes. He shoved his pants and underwear down, enough off his hips so his hard cock sprung free. It was aching and dribbling precum. He couldn't be bothered to pull his clothes off all the way. He was completely desperate and needed you now.
No time was wasted when you scooted downward and over him. You sunk down on him with no resistance. A collective moan left both of you. Watching you put him in with ease had him groaning. You were so warm and tight. He felt like he could cum right then and there.
You had no patience to wait because you started moving shortly after. “Shit. I needed this cock badly,” you moaned. “So big, baby. Filling me up so good.”
He grabbed onto your hips. The wet sounds of skin slapping filled the room. You could smell the sex in the air. It was exhilarating. You couldn't get enough.
“Needed this pussy too, baby,” he said. “Feels amazing.”
When you decided to lift yourself off and sink back down, he thrusted up to meet halfway. You cried out when it hit a spot that made you see stars. No one else's cock satisfied you like this the way his did.
Your second orgasm was approaching, but so was his. You were bouncing on him at a relentless pace. It was looming closer. He just groaned, gripping onto your hips.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “ ‘m gonna cum.”
“Me too. I'm so close.”
You kept moving, now without abandon. Release was just around the corner. He beat you to your next move when he rubbed quick circles onto your clit. You wailed when your orgasm crashed into you. Your body convulsed with pleasure.
He hissed. “Fuck—”
Your pussy clenching around him pushed him over. He arched his back and came with a guttural groan. His hips jutted forward, coating your insides with warm cum. Slowly, the high faded and the two of you were left exhausted.
You pulled yourself off. Some of his cum dribbled out of you. You laid on top of him and kissed him. He tasted less like artificial cherry and more like you. You pressed one more chaste kiss on his lips before laying your head on his shoulder.
“So…”
“So?”
“Was it as good as the candy?”
He let out a breathy laugh. “Even better,” he muttered, kissing your forehead.
“Just what I'd like to hear.”
