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red bull.

synopsis. Kun drinks too much red bull and maybe you’re just the exact thing he needs to wake up. pairing. tutor kun x over worked reader ft best friend ten genre. slice of life?, minimal fluff, smut word count. ~6.0k warnings. reader has insomnia and takes medication for it, Kun can't stop drinking red bull, making out, oral sex (female receiving), nipple sucking, hair pulling, unprotected sex note. Temazepam is prescribed medication for insomnia.

“Excuse me...Do you know Qian Kun?” You asked the unrecognizable girl you found sitting at one of the resting chairs that were similar to the ones at a bus stop. The penetrating coldness of the air conditioning was stinging and unfamiliar since it was unusual for you to visit the building for the Industrial Engineering Department.

The girl stopped maneuvering in her laptop, with an apple logo in the center, and looked at you up and down through her glasses.

“Kun doesn't date, save your time,” she replied dryly.

“What?” You asked, the confusion spilling from your voice. That was odd.

“He's going to reject you, like he has done plenty of times to plenty of girls,” she ended the sentence with a pitiful look.

“I’m looking for some tutoring and I heard he gives them…” You explained further. Did the guy get so many confessions that this stranger just automatically assumed you were another hopeful girl smitten by the black haired boy? You knew he was popular but not like this. You also knew he was very smart. You felt your chances of getting him to tutor you for your Calculus course fading away.

Quickly, the unnamed girl changed her demeanor. “Oh…” She looked at her laptop. “He must be studying at this time...”

The girl proceeded to tell you the direction of the room he was working on and after thanking her you followed her spoken instructions.

After experiencing a wave of chills through your cold body, you knocked on the white door that hid behind it the boy you were looking for. You opened it slightly, hoping that you weren't interrupting. You found yourself staring at two boys with heads that were turned to the door entrance, where your face was peaking through.

“Hi,” Kun spoke first with a kind voice and a small smile. He was standing with his hands resting on his waist. In front of him was a round grey table with books and papers on top of it; There was also a pair of red bulls bottles indicating that he was heading towards a long night full of reading and formulas repetitions.

And on the other side of the table, opposite Kun, there was the other boy. He had short, blonde hair and was currently sucking on a white lollipop. His clothes distracted you, he was wearing a black shirt with open sides, exposing his arms and parts of his chest and stomach. Wasn't he cold?

“Hi…” You repeated, looking back and forth between them. “Can I come in?”

“Sure, sure.” Kun said while the other boy just nodded, still sucking on the candy.

You closed the door with a gentle push. Standing there awkwardly, you went straight to the point. “I was wondering if you could tutor me,” this time you addressed only him.

He drew with his tongue the inside of his mouth, looking as if he was debating something internally. Then, he exchanged silent looks with the other boy. The interaction and defeating silence made you want to run away and hide. Your body language must have snitched on your thoughts because when taking a look back at you, Kun’s face softened.

“I would totally tutor you,” he explained while raising one of his hands, as if the gesture was supposed to stop you feeling small and embarrassed. It didn’t work. “Only if I wasn’t so busy. You caught me in a bad time…What's your name?” He paused and you answered him. “Y/N.” He finished.

Fuck. You had fixated on having him as your tutor because of the good things your classmates said about him. You couldn't just go to anyone, it needed to be him because you needed to pass the course. No excuses and no risks. Your brain had already constructed a visual of a big ‘A’ in red ink on your next two tests thanks to his help. There had to be something, you or him, could do to make this arrangement happen.

“Please,” you pleaded. You couldn’t afford, financially and timely, to repeat the course. “I’m really desperate…” Begging like this made you feel pathetic and pitiful but you would rather be consumed by those fleeting feelings than to have to pay for the class a second time. Or go through it even.

“You can do it, Kun,” his friend spoke for the first time suddenly. Kun looked at him dumbfounded. “I’ll take over one of your students.” He wasn't sucking on the lollip anymore but holding it with one hand close to his face. He was pretty. Your breath halted at his words, you were so close to get what you wanted. So close to the key that would secure you a passing grade and also the peace of mind of having a good semester.

Still, Kun looked dumbfounded by his friend's behavior. Taking the silence as a sign he wasn't going to back out from the offer, Kun nodded.

“Fine, then. But you have to keep a promise, Y/N.” He said with a serious tone, still with his hands on his waist. “You have to work hard, for you and for Ten.” He noticed your confused face at the mention of the number. “That’s his name,” he added while quickly pointing at the boy. “He's doing it for you, after all.”

You looked at Ten and smiled with gratitude. He returned you a playful smile, not looking bothered by your presence abruptly filling up his schedule.

You had no idea why Ten made his life busier thanks to your request to his friend. If you knew little about Kun, then you knew nothing about Ten. The most likely explanation that you could think of was that maybe he saw himself in you and at one point had to ask for the same thing. Still, you were grateful and you wanted him to know. That night you made sure to express your gratitude through texting Kun so he could relay it to his friend.

You and Kun had made an arrangement to meet up, at the same small room where you had found him, every Monday and Wednesday from 4 PM to 5 PM. This aligned perfectly with your schedule since your shifts at work started at 6 PM most of the time. It was like a sign from the universe telling you that you had done well on pushing your request for tutoring instead of running away like you wanted to. You could almost taste the ‘A’s’. Hopefully, the boy would meet the expectations you created for him due to the praise of his past students.

If he was as smart as people said, and now you could say he was also nice after living it yourself, then you could understand the quantity of women that were pursuing him romantically. He wasn't too bad looking either. There were only a handful of decent men when it came to engineering, so someone had to be the target of adoration amidst the disappointing crowd. You suddenly felt bad for the girl that warned you about Kun; She must have been on the list of all the rejected pursuers. Even so, you couldn't demonize the boy because you could understand how being busy could be an obstacle to dating, you were an example of this. Not that you were interested in anyone, but if you were, nothing would come out of it. Dating required time and that was one thing you didn't have. It also required emotional availability and you didn't have that either.

The only things you knew about Kun were shared tales you had heard through others' mouths when interacting with you, and you didn't do that too much. During classes, you mostly kept to yourself and then you were busy studying for them or working. You were betting there must be a large group of girls that must be jealous of your position, being alone twice a week with him. You kinda envied them; You wished you had the luxury of spending your free time gushing over some crush instead of tiring your body with late nights spent studying or working. It was a sweet fantasy and a tempting daydream but that was it.

After putting your phone to sleep for the night, you swallowed your Temazepam hoping for your mind to drift into unconsciousness.

“So… one ‘F’ and one ‘D’. What happened?” Kun asked you after you told him about the other two past Calculus II tests you had taken. And failed at.

What were you going to say? First of all, math wasn’t your thing. It didn't come naturally or easy to you so you required a lot of practice. But you weren’t completely useless given that you had actually passed the first part of the course with ‘B’. The difference was that back then you actually had more time to dedicate to the class.

“I’m just so busy,” you said while hunching your shoulders. “I need a way to learn the material as fast as I can. I work most days of the week so I don't have a lot of time to spare for studying...”

“I’m sorry,” and you could tell he truly was. “But I will help you. If you promise to do as I say and give it your all, you will pass.” He said those words as if he was preaching so it was easy to believe him. With a new found hopefulness, you smiled at him and eased your worries.

He smiled back at you, and then opened the wide book between you two and started flipping through it. “Okay, so this upcoming test will cover chapter 5 and 6 which means ‘Sequences and Series’ and ‘Powder of Series’...” And he started to explain what this meant and told you in simple words the steps you were going to take for you to achieve your goal.

His teaching was simple and straight to the point. He made sure to give a review of the material of the past exams so you could enter the next chapters with confidence.

“Let’s take a break, shall we?” He directed while crouching to look for something under the table and brought with him an opened bottle of red bull. He used the liquid to recharge his body and you used your medication. Did he have trouble sleeping too?, you wondered in silence while shifting your body awkwardly in your seat. Now that numbers and equations were not involved, you didn't know what to say but he didn't seem to mind. While he was scrolling through his phone, the growling coming from your stomach broke through the heavy silence that governed the room.

You looked down at the source of the sound embarrassed and Kun looked at you while chuckling.

“You hungry?” He asked, taking a break from drinking his energizer.

“I guess so,” but you weren't counting on your stomach to snitch on you.

“Y/N, how could you come without eating? You need the energy,” he playfully scolded you. Without waiting for your answer, he stood up and walked to his backpack. He unwrapped what you guessed was a sandwich.

“Come on, eat it,” he nicely directed you. “I can’t let you pass out here.” And you accepted the offering, feeling overwhelmed because of his display of kindness. Now, you feel in debt. First, you pushed yourself into making him tutor you and now this.

“Aren’t you going to need it for later thought?” You asked with the sandwich in your hands.

“Nah, I've got more there,” he pointed at his backpack.

You gave him a grateful smile, that was hiding shame behind it, and processed to eat it.

The rest of the session went smoothly, you were impressed at how he made you understand the material so easily. The mathematics department should be embarrassed that a subgrad student could provide a better understanding of the material better than them.

You gave him your thanks once again before quickly leaving for your job. You spent the majority of your shift thinking about a way to repay Kun after the semester is finished, you didn't have a doubt that with his lessons you were going to pass the class. And that was something major so your thanks to him needed to be just as big.

With the arrival of a new week, you walked to the Industrial Engineering building with your mind set on successfully absorbing everything that Kun was going to teach you. When you opened the building door, you noticed a pair of bodies in the distance. Being closer, you noticed it was Kun and another student you hadn't seen before.

You saw Kun giving the other boy something wrapped in a bag, and you recognized the packaging from the time he gave you that sandwich. Of course he just goes around feeding people. Kun was kind, too kind. It was amazing how he hadn't let the world ruin him, you admired his purity. Or maybe he was just like you, tired of the expectations of living but he was better at hiding it. On the other hand, you were sure the smell of a disappointed overworked young adult reeked out of your body, making people stay away from you.

When you got in front of the tutoring room, the stranger had already walked away.

“Ready?” Kun greeted you, holding his redbull. They were inseparable.

“Sure.”

“And you already ate?”

“Of course,” you lied. Just like last week you didn't have enough time. If your stomach growled once again, then you were going to blame it on your nervousness for the upcoming test.

“Good.” He smiled and opened the door for you.

This session was more challenging than expected but Kun reassured that it was normal and that you just needed to get familiar with the material. Once it clicked, it was going to be easy to do the exercises. When the numbers started giving you a headache and Kun started to get sleepier, you took the usual 15 minute break. Like clockwork, Kun opened another can of red bull.

“You drink an awful amount of that garbage,” you said while side eyeing him and threw a judging look at the empty can sitting on the table.

He let out a frustrated sigh that ended up moving upwards part of his dark bangs. “I know, but it helps me stay awake.”

“Why do you need to stay awake?”

“Because of everything.” He looked somber, like a whole different person for one second. There was probably more to Kun than the school's kind heartthrob. “I just have trouble sleeping.” You were far too acquainted with the same trouble.

“You should try 10 mg melatonin gummies.”

He placed the can on the table, producing a loud metal noise. “Aren't those a scam and a waste of money, though? I can’t trust it.”

“You should trust me if you would like to have a good night of sleep,” you had plenty of experience with all kinds of sleeping inducing methods and products before you ended up settling for medication.

He crossed his arms and furrowed his eyebrows. “You seem awfully sure… Do you take them?”

“I used to.”

“And they stopped working? Told you it was a scam.”

“They are not a scam. I just have an abnormally big case of insomnia so I needed something stronger.” You confessed, suddenly feeling vulnerable and exposed.

“Oh…I guess I’ll trust you then.” And you smiled at his answer. You felt proud that you could be of help even for something so trivial. It would be nothing to him but it meant something to you.

The second part of the tutoring went more smoothly than the first part, slowly you became familiar with the logical processes of the exercises and managed to do a couple without Kun’s help. After being finished, you quickly saved up your belongings to avoid the chance of arriving late to work. Exiting the room, you found another girl waiting outside. By the look you shot at Kun, who got out trailing behind, you knew he was preparing himself mentally to deliver another rejection. But you didn't stay to hear it, obviously. As you were leaving, before the door closed behind you, the phrase ‘I’m sorry’ traveled to your eardrums.

It was Thursday, the night reigned campus and you were on your way home and not to work, since it was your day off. You were far from the library in the Software Engineering building, where you stayed after classes ended.

While contemplating the silhouettes of the walking bodies in the distance, a particular figure distracted you. Or more so the thing that distracted you was the blue colored item that was in the hand of the person. Red bull and Kun, Kun and red bull. But there was something you have never seen before in his other hand, where smoke was coming from.

You would have never thought Kun would be the type of person to smoke.

Slowly, you made your way to him, not to his awareness because his back was towards you; Any presence of you was hidden to him.

You sounded out a small ‘Hey’ that he didn’t get to hear so you repeated more loudly another time.

“Hey!”

He turned around smoothly, as if he was used to people calling his name randomly on campus; He probably was. His expression transformed in various ways; At first he looked surprised, then he looked bored, and then he just looked embarrassed. He took a look at his cigarette.

“Nasty, right?” His facial expression told you he was ashamed of the unhealthy habit but you didn't judge him though.

“I don't do it often, it's just a stress reliever,” he explained himself while admiring the moving smoke from the cigarette.

“You don't have to explain yourself. I get it, really.”

“Anyways, what are you doing here so late? Late night study session I guess,” he asked while taking another drag.

‘Yeah… I’m kinda really nervous, my semester depends on this,” and your sanity too.

“You’re smart, Y/N. You just need to practice,” And you knew he was right. It was just frustrating how you knew if you just had the experience of a non working college student you wouldn't even need to be put in this position in the first place. It was that damn job that was holding you back and yet keeping you afloat at the same time, ironically. “And believe in yourself,” Kun added.

He lowered the arm that was holding his cigarette and raised the other one. You snatched the red bull can out of his hands and immediately felt the weight and movement of the remaining, caffeinated liquid. With a long, continuous gulp you finished it until there was none left.

“Now what was that for? I was planning on drinking it,” he argued, with a prominent pout almost looking annoyed. Almost, because you could tell the oral expression of the feeling was foreign to him and that didn't surprise you. Kun was always kind.

You just wiped your lips dry and shrugged. You just didn't want him to drink it. Kun looked at you as he was making out one of his Calculus exercises but this time he didn't know his way around it.

“They worked you know,” he said no longer pouting, “the gummies you mentioned.”

“Oh,” you were surprised he ended up following your advice, “that's… great.” It was more than great, the visual of Kun having a restful night of sleep made you feel uncomfortably warm and glad. “But why are you still drinking it though?”

You waited for him to puff out his drag. “Too used to it.” You just nodded and after a long pause that awkwardly prompted your goodbye, you excused yourself and continued your way home.

Through the amorphous smoke and half closed eyes, Kun gawked at your moving figure and mentally replayed the encounter. Lowering down his head, and his cigarette, he quietly chuckled at your endearing foolishness. Why did you suddenly drank the last remaining of his red bull?

The smile you had was a strange accessory that your face wasn't used to. The feeling of finally understanding the arbitrary numbers and successfully completing the long formulas was overwhelming enough that the feeling was spilling from your face, hence the smile. If you weren't in public you would have cried out of relief.

The cold outside air penetrated through your jacket but it still wasn't enough to erase your smile. The helping hand of your victory traveled to your mind, and you wondered where Kun must have been. With the thought behind and a new goal in mind, you walked to the Industrial Engineering building that was not too far from yours.

Your steps were fast and clumsy, like a toddler on their way to their favorite toy. Not that Kun was your toy nor you wanted him to be. But the euphoria from knowing you were one step farther from repeating the course was blooming unusual thoughts in your head. Your body was moving automatically, you opened the building door without even realizing it.

It wasn’t until you noticed a recognizable figure sitting outside the usual tutoring room where you had assumed Kun would be studying, that you took attention of your racing heart. The boy stopped scrolling on his phone and raised his gaze at your figure. Caught up in your expectant state, you awkwardly stood there waiting for your body to react.

“You okay there?”

“Hi, Ten.”

“Uh-I was looking for Kun, is he there?”

“Nah, he left early. There's only me, just hanging around. But I was just about to leave.”

“Oh...” Suddenly, the high you felt while hurrying to the building, melted away.

“Sorry,” he gave you an apologetic smile while shrugging his shoulders.

You just smiled and shrugged, looking distant.

“What? You came here to confess to him your secret love?” he said. And if you just had been really paying attention to him, you would have noticed his body language and tone that obviously told you he was joking. But you halted at this question, and quickly blurted out your denial.

“Lol, I was just kidding. Calm down, Y/N,” your reaction took him by surprise but his childlike laugh made you think differently. Now, you felt like a fool. But a fool that just aced her test, nevertheless.

“My test just finished,” you started to explain. “I did pretty good.” You flashed him a contained smile, like your relief and joy was a secret that needed to be kept from the outside world. But he reacted as if your hidden feelings were contagious.

“Oh?! That's great, Y/N. Well done,” he had stood up excitedly and was looking at you with kind eyes. “He spent all day worrying about you, he was worried and everything. Didn’t he text you?”

“Yeah… He said good luck,” you visualized the digital words on the phone screen, feeling flustered by Ten’s description. Kun must do that with every other person he tutors.

“A girl from the English Department asked him out and he didn't even blink like he usually worries.” Ten seemed to enjoy the gossip. You would have felt the same way, if it wasn't by the sensation of stomach dropping.

“...From the English department?” Another girl confessed to him? “How does she even know him?” That man must have had some kind of sick spell, or curse, put on him because it was abnormal the amount of women he attracted. And it was even more abnormal how he just… didn't do anything about it.

“Yeah, I thought it was a bit weird too, you know,” he answered with squinted eyes that transmitted suspicion.

“Why does he always decline? How high can his standards be?” You blurted out, letting your unwelcomed curiosity lead your mouth.

Ten straightened his posture, like he just heard the least thing he expected. Again, you felt like a fool. A naked fool that completely exposed herself to a guy she barely knew, no offense to Ten.

He looked at the floor, contemplating his answer, he almost looked sad. “Kun is just… picky.”

With the ligenry feeling of incompetence and stupidity, you just silently nodded at his answer.

“But anyways I’m glad everything is working out. And honestly tutoring is not too bad. Kun needs to watch out,” he laughed at his words, and seconds later became serious again. Warningly serious. “And I think you should talk to Kun.”

He left before you could answer but you weren't planning to. The previous high from your academic victory brought its respective low; You stood staring at nothing for a prolonged time while the buzz noise of the white lights filled the empty hallway.

Maybe it was the lack of medication, therefore the lack of sleep that was making you feel all kinds of sensations but when you saw Kun's proud dimpled smile, you felt like your fatigue and weariness faded a bit. Or maybe those were just symptoms of your medication-less state. It was an inconvenient time to ran out of your very much needed medication and your body had been expressing it’s complaints.

You were trying to figure out if Kun’s reaction made you uncomfortable or not. You were more used to people draining you instead of energizing you in any kind of way; It was an unusual feeling.

“You have no idea how glad I am, I got out of the classroom and almost instantly screamed out of happiness,” you confessed through sighs, recalling the memory and keeping to yourself the euphoric moment of you running out to find him. Hopefully, Ten hadn’t mentioned anything to him yet, or ever for that matter. Embarrassing wasn't enough to describe what you felt about the moment.

“Really?” Kun asked with a smirk, and raised his hand to take a sip of his dear old red bull. “A little bird told me you came here to look for me.”

Well, fuck.

“I… just wanted to say thanks,” you said quickly, hoping for the topic of the conversation to change.

“You could’ve waited for today to do that, though.”

“Well… I guess I got excited.”

“Excited? Now that would be a strange look on you. Should've been here to witness it,” he said in the most nonchalant way but hurt and bitterness quickly traveled to heart and then made their way into your face. Ouch.

Were you really that gloomy and sullen?

You were aware you weren't that far from that description but you would have thought you had gotten better, specially with Kun and your weekly tutoring sessions. You were trying, little by little and as much as you could, to not be acting like you were living with a permanent dark, rainy cloud over your head. Kun words were proof that your attempts had failed and that weighed down your chest with anger, frustration and bitterness.

While you were lost in self deprecating thought, Kun was taking another sip of his drink, unaware of your state. He finished his sip, and his dimpled smile faded.

“Y/N,” he whispered cautiously. You just resorted to sending him a death glare, which he read easily. His facial expression turned sour and the atmosphere changed.

“I’m sorry, I really didn't mean it like that,” he started to apologize while placing his red bull can on top of the round table beside you two.

“Then, how did you mean it?” You asked harshly, trying to fight back tears. It only made you feel more pathetic. Maybe he thought that about you too.

“I was just teasing, I’m sorry that I crossed a line,” he was eyeing you carefully. Like you were made of glass and his words had just made a crack in your surface. No one had looked at you like that before.

You gulped while looking at the floor, trying not to get too emotional.

“Do you think I’m… too sad?” You asked, not moving your gaze from the lower surface beneath your feet.

“I think you are a normal amount of sad. Other people are too happy, I think. It’s all fake. You are real,” he answered while placing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. He muttered something else that you couldn't make up so you finally looked up.

“What?”

“Uhhh…”

“What else did you say?”

“I…I like that. I said that I like that about you,” he was fidgeting with his feet. Looking annoyed by his honesty and out of habit, he grabbed his red bull and once again took a sip.

You’ve had enough of that damn drink.

You walked up to him while he was in the middle of drinking. Then you grabbed his face with both of your hands and hugged his mouth with your own, which caused the liquid inside his mouth to pour out and touch the skin around your chin and neck. In other circumstances, the situation would have made you feel disgusted and dirty, but Kun’s tongue felt too good inside your mouth and your body confirmed it for you; It was starting to produce wetness in your middle.

Kun moved his hands to your ass and a moan escaped your lips; Your pussy was now even wetter. The fast and intense reaction of your body didn’t surprised you considering the prolonged amount of time you had spent without having sex. You didn't have a high sex drive so it wasn't like you had spend the last months in complete misery. But this interaction woke up something in you and now that it was alive and strong, you needed to feed the sudden hunger.

You detached your lips from his, wanting to clean up the liquid with your sweater paws. You did this in an awkward silence, the sound from Kun’s heavy breathing communicating his alarmed state. You started to assume his thirst was starting to surpass his tiredness, just as it was happening to you. But you needed confirmation. You raised your gaze to connect with his and found a pair of dark, dilated eyes.

“Do you wanna…keep going?” He spoke first.

You bit your lips in thought. This was definitely unexpected but now that it was happening, meaning Kun fucking you, you didn't want to run away from it.

You nodded to answer his question. You were just silently hoping that your body could keep up and was kind enough to supply you the much needed energy for what was gonna happen next.

Kun walked up to you and grabbed both sides of your face. “You gotta tell me,” he argued, desperate for your consent.

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Fuck me,” you whined in a small, high pitched voice that you hadn't used in a while.

With a groan, Kun grabbed a handful of your hair with both of his hands and proceeded to kiss your neck desperately. Your vocal response was a similar type of whine and your physical response was to back up, the bottom of your body meeting with the round table. As a reaction, Kun picked you up and placed you at the the table; Now your face was perfectly aligned with this neck. You didn't waste any time and with closed eyes and a dominant thirst, you followed his moves and kissed and bit his flesh. Your hands stood placed around his ribs for a short period that was interrupted by the act of him taking out his black sweater and you followed his moves removing your own along with your bra.

Kun’s chest was hairy and his abs were defined. You continued to trail kisses down his neck until you reached his nipples and started to suck them. He moaned out loud, which made you moan too. The vibration of your sound made the blood flush faster to his cock.

You continued until Kun grabbed your face and pulled it to kiss you again, his tongue taking all the space it could inside your mouth. You dedicated to trace your hands all over his long, toned back. Your touch made him shiver out of excitement which made you gain confidence about your rusty foreplay skills. You caressed him and tried to dry hump the lower part of his body as much as you could. The constant scratching of his hard cock with your legs made you weak in the knees and dizzy in the head. His hands went to the zipper of your jeans so you lifted your body so he could take them off.

With a grunt, he started to move lower and placed sloppy wet kisses in your stomach, leaving a small trail of saliva until he reached the area just above your panties. He raised his head to look at you for consent and you just nodded desperately, like your brain was failing you.

“Say it,” he demanded with a rough, deep voice.

You were desperate, needy and a little bit bratty. “Just.. just fucking eat me out, please.”

He looked at you in disbelief and you held his gaze until he laughed and you closed your eyes in frustration.

With a swift movement after a soft kiss in your clothed middle, he removed your panties. His lips and tongue traveled to your inner thighs that were twitching at the sensation.

“Kun, please just do it already,” you pleaded, trying to express the most desperation that you could.

He didn't stop but didn't go further like you wanted. “Are you that desperate?” He asked between kisses and licks.

“Please… please…please,” you almost cried.

“Fuck,” he grunted at your needy display and finally touched your clit. Your hips instantly lifted and he grabbed them to keep you in place. It all felt too fucking good, your eyes were incapable of opening and your mouth of closing. He went down on you for a time that felt both too long and too short. Your daze was interrupted by him grabbing your face once again to kiss you.

“I don’t have a condom,” he said while heaving breathing and placing his forehead against yours.

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control,” you replied still with that high, whiny voice.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, p-please,” you were pulling him by the arms, wanting him inside already.

“Okay,” he was smiling and it was contagious. You waited until he got rid of his jeans and underwear.

As he was aligning his cock with your entrance, you rested your arms on his shoulders with a grin.

He inserted himself while looking at you in the eyes but both of you closed them at the penetrating, stinging sensation. You threw your head back as you were slowly adjusting to his length. Meanwhile, Kun went to your neck again but this time his kisses, or more like bites, were rougher. You grabbed and pulled his hair and then placed your hands around his hips wanting him to move faster.

“Move, please,” you were barely able to whisper.

Per your request, Kun started to pick up his pace and establish a rhythm to his thrusts. The feeling of his cock stretching out your walls was powerful and heavenly; Your back was arched and your eyes shut tight.

You started to obliviously scratch his back while he kept his pace but then sooner started to give you harder thrusts. In response you blurted out a bunch of horny and incoherent nonsense that he replied to but your senses were so off that you couldn't make up what he said. It was all too much and yet you wanted more, so you started to respond to his thrusts with the movement of your own hips.

You cried out his name and his moans were higher in pitch and the movement of his hips was unwavering. At some point, Kun started to massage your clit which made you cling to his hair and hide your face on his neck. Your whole body was overcome with sensations and it was about to give up. Kun was the first to cum and you quickly followed with a shakiness that took over your entire body. It was like you were floating on a cloud except you had a big, fit body hanging over you. He had placed both of his arms between your head that was resting on top of the table, looking exhausted but calm. Minutes passed until you finally spoked.

“Still tired?” Your voice was hoarse.

“Think…” he looked down briefly, “I don’t need any more red bull.”

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