It was hot, the entire room was stuffy and humid. Lips smacking against one another and heavy panting were the only things that filled the room. Your hands were all over Mingi’s body, one tangled in his soft silky tresses and the other finding purchase on his bare shoulder. His shirt had been unbuttoned halfway, part of it slipping off his broad frame and exposing his defined collarbones and strong chest.
Mingi’s large palms cupped each and every curve of your body: ass, tits, thighs, face. Any and all curves he could get his hands on, he’d touch. Because he’s addicted. Addicted to your skin against his, addicted with how his hands are the perfect fit to every part of your body. He’s gone mad because he’s so in love with how your lips taste against his. So soft and plump and covered in his favourite peach lip gloss.
Sitting on his lap was your favourite position. Having him tower over you no matter the situation because he is just that tall made your toes curl and fingers tingle. One of your hands trailed down to Mingi’s chest, drawing circles and electric doodles onto his skin before following the line of the tank top he wore underneath his school uniform.
Once Mingi swiped a tongue along your bottom lip, it was over for you. At just that one move he had you putty in his arms. A whine escaped your lips when they parted and you eagerly tried to take his tongue into your awaiting mouth. You want him to explore you, like he has done many times before yet you can’t seem to get enough. Mingi was too addicting.
You were too inebriated with his touch, his warmth, the sparks that erupt at his fingertips and zips straight into your core. He was high on the taste of your lips and the miniscule whines that called for him, needing him as if he was the water you drink and food that you feast on.
With your lover’s tongue brushing up against yours, you straighten your back and tilt your head off to the right, desperate to feel him deeper in you. To have more of his skin on yours. Every inch of your body feels like it’s getting iced and burnt at the same time, yet inside it’s as if you have piping hot liquid lust sloshing around.
And then.
“Hun.” You gasp, placing your palms firmly on your boyfriend’s shoulders to pull away. Your eyes snapping to the glowing phone thrown haphazardly onto your pillows. The screen lit up with your brother’s name splayed across it and vibrating with his favourite song “Girl’s Talk” by Jiwoo and Sooyoung.
Mingi just grunts and keeps his teeth latched onto your bottom lip. His large hand slides up behind your neck and tugs you back into his kiss. He’s been itching to kiss you all day. Fingers twitching to finally comb through your meticulously brushed hair and dishevel it from your ponytail. He’s waited nearly four hours to finally get you to himself since the graduation ceremony started.
“Leave it, Hun.”
“But, Gi.” You whine, hands sliding up to his jaw im an effort to break free. “It’s Seonghwa.”
“And? C’mon Hun. Just let me kiss you for fifteen minutes.” He gives you the cutest puppy eyes ever and you try your damn hardest to not fall into his charms.
“We’ve been making out for the past thirty minutes, Gi.”
“Thirty-five minutes then.”
You giggle. Apparently you weren’t immune to whatever Mingi’s powers were, because one pout from him has your resolve crumbling and whittling away. So your lips find their way back to your lover’s and you proceed to give him the affection he asked for. Your ringing phone and ever so worried brother forgotten in the background.
The ringing stopped sometime while you ate each other’s faces out. Maybe it was when you shrugged your blouse off and let Mingi palm at your breasts, or when he paused for a moment to let you lick at his fingertips. Neither of you noticed, too caught up in each other’s tastes and scents. Too addicted to each other.
At some point, Mingi’s pants unbuttoned and your skirt flipped up to expose your (more like Mingi’s) favourite black panties. Mingi was now leaning back on your headboard, hands gripping your hips as you hovered over his clothed erection.
It had been well over thirty five minutes when you started grinding your core onto Mingi. But, really, who’s counting? Not you, and definitely not Mingi who seems to be preoccupied with kneading your ass into clay. Can you blame him? When the swell of your ass fits perfectly into his cupped palms and his fingertips genty dip and dig into your flesh.
Like a moth to a flame, you were sucked into his touch once more. It was all just Mingi… Mingi. Mingi. Your senses filled with him. Your skin wrapped around his, his scent fogging in your mind. You have no choice but to think about Mingi.
Mingi.
“Mingi!” You yelp.
“Y/n!” Seonghwa yells from downstairs, the sound of his feet pattering against the carpet follow the echoes of his voice.
A curse leaves Mingi’s kiss-plumped lips and you have to resist kissing them again. A simple task considering your brother is right down the hallway, making his way up to your room where you’re perched on top of your boyfriend’s hardened dick. Which means you have to hop off and try to make the situation look presentable.
So, with Seonghwa’s footsteps nearing by the second, you grab Mingi’s arm and fling him in the direction of the bathroom. He nearly slips on the tiles but you’ve no time to tend to him, opting to shut the door running towards your closet.
“Mom said– Jesus christ!”
Seonghwa slams your bedroom door close as soon as he shoved it open upon seeing your nearly naked form struggling to button up your shirt.
“I’m changing, you fuck!” The best lie you ever came up with.
“Well, hurry up! Mom and dad are already at the restaurant!”
You tug your skirt down and pat the frizz out of your hair, looking in the mirror to see your skin coloured in red– not from the embarrassment of having your brother walk in on you ‘changing’. At the same time you hear Mingi flush the toilet and he comes out with his face dripping with cold water and a deep blush etched onto his skin, similar to yours.
“Okay, let’s go.” You huff, with Mingi clinging onto your arm. The both of you finally looking decent enough to see your parents. Seonghwa mutters ‘took you long enough’ under his breath before leading the way out of the house.
You’re probably not gonna do that again (spoiler: you did). The amount of embarrassment and shame you’d have been in would probably make you bury yourself alive. And the sheer luck you had for having a brother whose gullible enough to believe your little fib, maybe someone up there was looking over you.
But Seonghwa’s not that gullible (his suspicions only solidifying when you came out hand in hand with your boyfriend), and now he knows that if he ever gets sent to voicemail, he should not try to barge into your room.
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Yeosang had just left, you heard the door click shut a couple seconds ago. The atmosphere was now quiet and calm as opposed to the rather loud and rambunctious one not even 5 minutes before. Your blanket was scrunched up on the floor from Yeosang laying on it, and several pillows lined the corners of the blue duvet.
Sighing, you walked over and picked up the mess sprawled on your bedroom floor. Haphazardly tossing them onto the bed with your body falling on top of them right after.
What started out as a supposed study day for you, ended up with you and Yeosang giggling on the floor for several hours straight. It was around noon when your best friend suddenly showed up in front of your apartment door, banging his fist on the wood like it was nobody’s business.
Yeosang inviting himself over for seven hours was not a new occurrence in your life. Hell, he could just announce he’d be moving into your apartment the moment you open the door and you wouldn’t argue. Partially because he wouldn’t let you, but mostly because you really wouldn’t mind.
Having him as your roommate would be great. You’d have someone to split the bills with, and the chores too! There wouldn’t be a dull moment with you and him under the same roof.
And you’re definitely not opposed to the idea of seeing him everyday in his loungewear, which you know consists of a sleeveless shirt and pajama pants. Just today he was wearing his favourite red and black plaid pajama pants and a black shirt he pulled out of Yunho’s closet with the sleeves snipped off (Yunho hasn’t noticed the absence of the article from his drawer yet). His well toned arms flexed with every little move he made. Even with actions as miniscule as pushing his blonde hair out of his face.
Propping yourself up on your elbows you study the circular pillow your face has landed on. Bringing your nose back down onto it, you give it a quick sniff, and you were right! The pillow smelled a lot like your best friend’s eucalyptus shampoo. Thinking back to earlier in the day, you vaguely remember this same pillow being the one he rested his head on and rubbed his hair all over.
Another upside to having him as your roommate would be his scent. Yeosang smelled good, always. You’ve deduced from the several times you’ve stayed over at his house that he’d smell peppermint fresh every after his showers. And a spritz of his super fucking expensive Tom Ford Oudwood perfume would compliment the scent greatly. The same perfume that lingered on your pillows and blankets after a full day of him wallowing in them.
You rolled over on your bed and stared up at your ceiling, every breath you took in smelled of peppermint, eucalyptus, and oudwood. A scent reminiscent of whenever your blonde best friend would hug you from behind. His arms wrapping around your waist and your back coming in contact with his sturdy chest.
What you’d give to have your hands trail down the expanse of his muscular arms. Tracing every curve and vein on him. His soft, plump skin under the pads of your fingers. Down to his large hands, ones that would engulf yours entirely whenever you would hold hands. His large calloused hands, always rough with all the dumbells he grips. Three years of kinesiology has taken a toll on his palms, making them rough to the touch. With all the constant exercise he does it’s no surprise that he’s absolutely covered in muscles. Ones that you can’t help but watch whenever he’s in a sleeveless tee and putting on a show for you by lifting weights. His muscles would tense and the veins on his arms would start pulse while you pulse as well but down south.
Shaking your head, you snap out of your dangerously risqué reverie and go back to cleaning your room. Pull yourself together! That’s your best friend you’re thinking about! You know he’s hot, that’s something you can’t deny, but it’s wrong; thinking of him in such ways.
“How despicable!” You mutter to yourself, getting up and trotting to your messy excuse of a desk.
Busying yourself with closing your laptop and cleaning up your desk, you fail to notice the black baseball cap laying by your feet. And when you turn to walk back to your bed, your foot knocks it over, catching your attention.
Picking it up, you examine it and realize that you don't own any baseball caps (you find them to be unflattering on your head). But Wooyoung does (loads of them), and Yeosang loves to sneakily take from his friend’s closets. You’re pretty sure he waltzed into your room today with a hat on, right before pulling it off his head and throwing it in some random direction in your room.
There’s that scent again! The one you heavily associate with Yeosang, but this time the eucalyptus scent seems stronger. Damn Yeosang and his shampoo.
Neatly placing it on your desk, you walk back to your bed and plop down on your back. The same mix of smells surrounding you once more. One that’s unique to Yeosang and him only.
You close your eyes, opting to take a nap after a tiring day of running after Yeosang when he grabbed a lacy bra from under your bed and threatened to tell Hongjoong about it. Imagining the mortified look on your brother’s face was somewhat funny, but knowing that he’s aware of your private life just makes you want to swallow battery acid. You huff and resituate your body under the covers, finally relaxing under the warmth that nearly lulls you to sleep.
But it’s distracting. Every time you inhale, that scent of Yeosang flows into your nose and your mind scurries to a memory of him.
And you can't help it.
All these thoughts of his stupidly handsome face coming so close to yours just to tease you. Or when he’d pin you to the ground before yelling at Wooyoung to grab the erotic novel they found in your closet and run with it. It was too much for your now short circuiting mind to handle.
Every time he picked you up like it was nothing to him to throw you into the pool, you’d think of a similar situation regarding him picking you up but this time throwing you onto the bed. And it’s just frustrating how sexually pent up you are for your best friend!
The subtle touches, the lingering stares, and his fucking scent! Even when musky and sweaty that stupid fucking oud wood would still compliment it! Stupid fucking Yeosang and his stupid fucking sexy face and body and !!!
You wanted to explode.
Your face now red and blood hot in your veins. The wet pool that formed on your underwear feels uncomfortable and there’s a burn inside your stomach that itches at you to be satisfied. Your is mind hazy and clouded with thoughts of your best friend, his eyes, his arms, his voice.
You don’t remember when or how your hand found its way into your pants, but your fingers coming into contact with your clit makes your legs jump and twitch.
Watching Yeosang twirl anything and everything with his fingers, you’d think about how good he’d be pinching and twisting your clit. Teasing your folds because you know that’s what he’d do. That fucking scum, he’d make you beg for it. You’re sure of that.
Your fingers dip into your cunt and it’s baffling how wet you’ve become just from thinking of Yeosang. You twist your head to the side and your nose hits the pillow sitting idly by your face. Again, his scent washes over your senses and you feel yourself clench around your fingers.
A soft moan escapes your lips when you focus on the pillow and realize this was the same one your best friend threw at your face earlier today. The sight of him bracing himself to throw the fluffy mass, making his arms flex and his shirt ride up his stomach. Giving you a glimpse of his toned abs and the happy trail leading down to his waistband.
Fuck! You were so wet, you could practically hear the sinful squelching of your digits pounding into your sopping cunt. But it wasn’t enough. Your nails clawed at your pillowcases, desperate to bring more of Yeosang’s scent to your senses.
With your breathing laboured and cheeks tinted, you flip yourself onto your chest. Hips rutting into your palms, your lips fall agape when your clit presses into your hand so deliciously. Your other hand reaches for the pillow beside your head and buries your face into it. Taking in breath after breath and trying to engrave as much of that peppermint, eucalyptus and oudwood scent into your mind. Not stopping until you feel yourself get lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.
You looked pathetic. Desperately riding your hand as if it was your best friend’s dick. God, you should feel sorry for yourself. But you don’t. It felt too good to care. The thought of Yeosang fucking you senseless was too hot of an idea to let go.
“Yeosang…” you pant, fisting the fabric in between your fingers, your shoulders going sore from the uncomfortable position you’re in. And so, with a huff, you pull your hand out of your pants and push yourself up on your knees. Your eyes start frantically searching across your bed for something, anything, to help you get off.
They land on your large gray bolster and you quickly snatch it. Tucking it in between your legs and rubbing your clothed cunt along the length. The added friction from the pillowcase sparks fire from your pussy up to your chest. Your skin starts to tingle and your walls clench around nothing.
Your thoughts are a mix of pleasure and Yeosang. His large hands trailing all over your body, his lips leaving kisses down your neck, and his dick— oh god, his dick! He’s fucking hung!
You were guilty of ogling at Yeosang’s crotch— you can’t help it! Every time he’d show up in sweatpants it’s like his cock would be begging to be let out. The imprint of his length would shamelessly lie on his thigh and he wouldn’t do anything about it. You’re a hundred percent sure he’s aware of his (not-so) little junior’s appearance but he’d just leave it at that! That bastard!
Planting your hands on the bed below you, you push your hips harder against the pillow, your legs spreading wider to attain more friction. You wonder how Yeosang’s stupid oudwood perfume would smell when mixed your cum. It would probably make it smell nice, you sneer.
A particular roll of your hips makes your clit press at the seam on the pillow and makes a moan slip out of your lips.
“Yeosang!”
Your voice is loud enough to echo through your room, down the halls and into Yeosang’s ears who stood by your door, dumbfounded. It’s not everyday you walk into your best friend’s apartment to hear them moaning out your name.
He only came back because he left his wallet and Wooyoung’s hat in your room. But now, he can’t move. What is he supposed to do? Walk out of there and act like it’s not affecting him when in reality it is? Or burst into your room and then what? Embarrass you into ignoring him for 10 years?
The man was caught between a rock and a hard place. And an even harder cock. As sudden as this situation hit him, he can’t deny that it was insanely sexy. His mind wanders to what you’re possibly doing. What’s making you feel so good that you moan out loud like that?
As if his feet had a mind of their own, he begins walking towards the direction of your room. The same one he was in not even fifteen minutes ago. Which sparks another question: Why were you so worked up? You seemed fine earlier. What triggered this sudden sexual desire for him?
Your voice becomes louder as Yeosang pads farther down the hallway, his throat bobs up and down and his dick twitches in his pants. Beads of sweat form at his hairline as his body heats up, heart hammering as he comes closer to your door. The polished wood was left ajar, giving him a glimpse of the inside.
There you were, perched atop the blankets and pillows, hands groping at your breasts and pussy desperately rubbing against … something. Yeosang can’t clearly see what it is.
This is wrong, the thought flies through his mind for a moment. But the little brain in the head of his dick is too loud, yelling at him to just barge in and fuck the living daylights out of his best friend. It’s all he ever asked for!
And before he could stop himself, he shoves the door open, knocking it into your desk and making you jolt.
“What the fuck?!” You scurry to close your legs and assess who the fuck just walked in on you humping your pillow.
“Yeosang?!” Your heart fell to the bottom of your stomach.
“I-I can ex-explain! It’s not what it looks like!” You manage to stutter.
“Cut the crap, I know what you were doing.” Came your best friend’s baritone voice from a few feet away from you. And, god, you feel like crying. You can’t decipher that look on his face, eyes dark and heavy on you, with his lips pressed into a thin line.
He’s gonna kill you. No, worse. He’s gonna cut ties with you, remember you as that one nasty bitch who humped her pillow moaning his name. Disgusting.
“I’m sorry! It’s just… I just…” you struggle to find an excuse for your despicable behaviour. “I-I promise it’s really not what it seems! I just, you know, I felt like— it’s actually, uhm I wanted to, I-it’s just I—”
“Just shut up and let me fuck you.”
“What—“
You don’t even notice Yeosang walking closer to you. All you remember is him bursting through your door and now he’s on his knees behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso and manhandling your form to properly sit you in front of him. One of his large hands finds purchase on your breast and he starts to fondle.
“That was fucking hot, you know.” The man rasps into your ears, his lips pressing wet kisses onto the side of your neck.
It feels like you got whiplash. One moment you had your heart falling out of your ass and the next it’s back to hammering in your chest. You never expected to have the chance to feel Yeosang’s hands on you the way they are now. Running across your clothed skin and twisting your nipples while the other one makes a beeline for your waistband.
“Came back for my wallet,” he continues, hand now playing with the garter of your cotton shorts.
“but I got this treat instead.”
You feel his smile on your bare shoulder and then his hand slips into your underwear right after.
A yelp jumps out from your lips when Yeosang suddenly pinches your clit. The man smiles at your reaction before pressing two fingers onto the bundle of nerves. He feels you quiver in his arms and it makes him feel so victorious.
The blonde’s eyes trails down to where his hand disappeared into your shorts, and he spots the gray cushion with a wet patch. And it all clicks in his mind. He raises a brow as one corner of his lips tilts up, leaning closer to your ear, he whispers:
“Were you humping that pillow?”
You feel your blood rushing up to your face. What were you gonna tell him? ‘Yes. Because it smelled like you and I’m a bitch in heat’ ?
“I asked you a question.”
“ … yes.” Your voice meek and barely above a whisper, but it was enough for Yeosang.
“Why? What were you thinking of?”
It was that moment when your best friend decided to slip two fingers into your cunt. Yeosang makes a mental note to make fun of you for being so wet for him in the future, but for now he needs to focus on the task at hand.
“Y…you…” you don’t know where all this is coming from, why are you responding? How are you even responding? Your mind short circuited a couple minutes ago!
“It s-smells like you.”
This one makes Yeosang nearly stop, but he catches himself before you notice and drives his fingers harder into you. A smile spreads across his lips and he scoffs, clicking his tongue at the effect you have on him.
“That’s fucking hot, y/n.”
Your back arches and your head falls onto his shoulder. He was reaching places you never could. Granted, his hands were so much bigger than yours, fingers longer and able to reach places in your walls you didn't even know about. His fingers curl up and they brush against a spongy patch inside you. You don’t know what it is but it makes your toes curl and elicits a louder moan from you.
“There?” Yeosang felt it too. “You like it there?”
You could hear the smirk in his tone, and you’re about to turn to him and ask him what’s so funny, but his fingers graze over that spot again. Your thighs quake and you hear yourself moaning something akin to ‘yes’.
Yeosang’s other hand snakes down into your pants, tugging at the waistband and signalling you to lift your hips up. He then pulls the garments down your thighs when you do so, albeit a little difficult since he refuses to pull his fingers out of you. But he succeeds, and with his now free hand, he pushes your legs wider and pressed his fingers onto your clit.
With the pillow forgotten below you, you melt into Yeosang’s arms. Hands grasping at his veiny skin, silently pleading him for more. His hands press harsh circles onto you and your eyes roll back as wave after wave of pleasure crashes into your body. Your lips hang open, moaning out loud for Yeosang to hear.
It’s sinful really, how much Yeosang enjoys the sound of his fingers fucking into you. How your whispered curses and moans of his name goes straight down to his dick. And if you thought your pillow smelled so good earlier, what will you think now? After it’s doused with your juices. Yeosang would love to sink his nose into that.
The clenching of your pussy around his fingers is what brings him out of his thoughts.
“You close, y/n?”
His voice vibrates through your body and shakes your core. You manage to gasp out ‘yes’ and a ‘please’, but you’re not too sure what you were pleading for. Your breath quickens and Yeosang only watches as your chest rapidly rises and falls, your thighs beginning to quiver even more, threatening to close around his hand when your orgasm washes over you.
But then it all stops.
“Huh?” It’s as if your world just collapsed. The pleasure building up to your climax higher and higher only for it to suddenly crumble down. Euphoria was right at the tip of your fingertips but it was ripped away from your grasps. You could cry, you were so close that it hurt.
You frantically turn to look at Yeosang only to find him already staring at you. There’s a certain glint in his eyes that shows he has a plan, and you never like it when that happens.
“Well.” He starts, pulling his soaked fingers out of your cunt, and you whine at the emptiness. “I should get going.”
The fog in your mind immediately disappears and your clutch at your best friend’s wrists.
“No! You can’t!”
Yeosang gives you a look of faux confusion, it makes you want to punch him in the throat.
“What do you mean? I only came back to get my wallet and Woo’s hat.”
He turns his head to look by your desk. “There they are!”
When you feel him begin to shuffle off the bed your arm instinctively wraps around his. Holding onto him for dear life. No way in hell is he gonna leave you high and dry, cunt exposed and wet.
“No! Don’t go yet! Please, Yeosang!”
He hums, the fingers still on your clit go back to drawing figure eights onto the nub. But this time, lighter, slower and more infuriating. It’s as if his fingers were barely there and it’s driving you up the wall!
“It’s getting late though…” he trails off, eyes on the alarm clock on your bedside table.
You feel him slowly put more pressure onto your clit and the sparks come back to life. A jolt comes running up your spine and your hips start to gyrate in rhythm with his fingers.
“It’s only four…” you respond, voice airy and nearing a moan. Your eyes flutter shut and you concentrate on the feeling of Yeosang’s fingers on you. His chest against your back, and his arm snug around your waist.
The room falls quiet again, save for your soft sighs and an occasional gasp when you feel your clit being pinched. Your breath falls in sync with Yeosang’s and you, again, melt back into his embrace.
The slow and steady pace is surprisingly bringing you up to another orgasm. The now familiar pattern of his fingers is giving you a sense of consistency. Your walls clench around the air and you feel your cunt leak with warm fluids, no doubt staining even more the already stained pillow beneath you.
Slowly but surely, your breath starts to pick up once more. Thighs twitching and hips bucking into the hand toying with your cunt.
Just like that! You can feel your high coming up again. So so close. If he just keeps at it for a few more seconds then you–
“It’s getting dark, y/n.” Yeosang stops again, this time pulling his fingers off of you completely.
“Fuck you, Yeosang!”
The man holds back an amused chuckle. Who knew it would only take a little bit of teasing for you to crumble.
“Me?” Yet he keeps his innocent facade. “What do you want from me?”
Your hand guides his back to your pussy, using his fingers to rub all over your clit again like he was your toy.
“Fuck you and your stupid Tom Ford Oudwood perfume!”
You scowl in between moans, hips bucking up to dig his fingers harder into you.
“A-and your stupid fucking peppermint body wash!”
This time Yeosang moves his fingers with yours, swiping harshly across your sensitive nub. His smirk grows wider at your words. He had no idea you got this worked up over his body wash.
“And your … your fucking— ah! Fucking eucalyptus shampoo!”
His other hand joins back in, still wet with all your slick from earlier. He traces them up and down your folds, gathering up even more of your juices to smear them across your thighs.
“That’s nice.” He chuckles, low and baritone into your ears. A shiver shoots up your spine when you feel his breath warm on your skin.
“But I still don’t know what you want from me.”
This bastard! He’s making you beg, you were right! You knew he wouldn’t give in that easily. That glint in his eyes almost made you nauseous. Yet here you are, licking your lips and getting ready to beg as if it was your life on the line. Absolutely sickening.
“Time’s ticking, y/n.”
Salvaging your pride was no longer an option, the need to cum was stronger and it was slowly driving you insane.
“Let me cum, Yeosang.” You pant.
“Please! Please please please… I want to cum. Please, can I cum?”
“Can’t hear you.”
God! You want to scream! Tear your hair out! Cry even!! Why is he so cruel?!
“Fucking hell! Please Yeosang! Can I cum please?!! It hurts.” Your voice loud enough that you’re sure your neighbours had heard you.
“Loud and clear, baby.” He whispers into your ear.
Before you had the chance to revel in the introduction of a new petname for you, three of his fingers suddenly plunge into your pussy. He pulls them back to only the tips and pounds them back inside, knuckles deep. The pace he sets is hard and fast, it makes your head spin and breath get stuck in your throat.
A shriek rips out of you when Yeosang presses harsher circles onto your clit. Your thighs come to close around his hands and your eyes roll back, pleasure quickly flooding through your senses. The blonde pulls a hand away to grip at your thigh and force your legs back open. His arm flexes and you subconsciously run your fingers over the veins along his forearms. The feeling of his hard muscles and the ridges of each vein nearly makes you cum on the spot. Throwing your head back onto his shoulder, you look up to make eye contact with him as his hand goes back to toying with your clit.
“Keep this pussy open for me, baby.”
If the man behind you didn’t edge you twice before, you’d be embarrassed by how close you are to cumming right now. Your moans get cut short by something that sounds similar to a sob and tears start to gather at your waterline. Your body is writhing and twitching and squirming all thanks to Yeosang’s hands on your pussy.
Your body then stiffens and all you can see is white behind your eyes, your nerves burning and tingling as you finally get to cum. It’s an orgasm so intense you start to shake and your cunt clenches oh so tight around Yeosang’s fingers.
But the man is relentless, even with your mind-numbing orgasm he still continues to pump his digits in and out of you. He sighs, mesmerized by the creamy white ring your cum created on his hand. You were cumming so much it makes him want to cum too.
It was only when your quivering ceases and you reach down to tug his hand from between your legs does he stop. Your body now limp and twitching with oversensitivity, but your muscles were relaxed and your breathing was now calming down.
Sleep nearly wins you over when you feel Yeosang shift behind you. You turn around to look at him and there's a new glint in his eyes. One that tells you that he’s far from being done with you.
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‘One more . . .’ Jongho thought to himself, one more button and he’ll finally be done. After six hours of continuous work he’ll finally have time to stretch and relax. His back slumped over his paper-filled desk, a half empty mug of now cold coffee stood by the edge, and his macbook situated right in between it all.
The young man navigated through the webpage, having already attached his perfected and proofread essay, in search of the blue rectangular submit button. He was more than ready to get over it at long last.
Click
He’s done. He did it, his final paper submitted and left to be graded (no doubt with above average scores). Now he can finally relax.
The brunet throws his arms up in the air, careful not to knock over the mug sitting idly beside him. He stretches his work-shy muscles and releases a loud groan. The bones of his neck snap and pop with every twist and turn he makes, and after a minute of his bone popping session he finally leans back on his chair all lax and worry free.
Jongho slouches lower onto his seat until his head rests at the backrest, staying in the said form for a solid 5 minutes with his eyes closed and tossing all the memories that involved his essay into the back burner. With his breath slowly getting calmer, the man contemplates taking a nap before cleaning up; but he absolutely hates the image of papers strewn everywhere across his desk and he’s pretty sure that mug of coffee will get knocked over one way or another if he doesn’t put it away right now.
With a heavy sigh that induces a high rise from his chest, the brunet sluggishly slides off his seat with intentions of gathering his notes and throwing them into a large manila envelope he found lying in one of his drawers. With the papers put away and his half empty mug in hand, he heads to the kitchen when the sudden memory of you comes into mind.
He recalls the last message you sent to him as he treks towards the sink, his sock clad feet padding on the tiled floors.
You: good morning love <3
You: i hope you slept well last night :>
You: actually no i hope you actually slept at all ):<
You: i know you’ve been busting your ass on that essay but make sure to sleep alright?
You: I Love You <33
Jongho hasn't had the chance to respond since he woke up this morning frazzled on his desk on top of his binders; the rings of his notebook had left red marks on his cheek from where he rested it for the 5 minute turned 2 hour ‘nap’ he decided to take in between his tasks. The deadline wasn’t in 2 days, but to be fair, Jongho doesn’t like chasing due dates.
After he briefly washes his mug, the young man unplugs his phone from the charger to move into his bedroom for his desired nap. A long sigh escapes Jongho’s plump lips when he finally has the chance to rest his entire body on his comfy bed, nice and soft, warm and fluffy bed. Sleep tugs at his eyelids but he fights the urge to fully succumb into slumber in favour of responding to your texts, which were sent around 3 hours ago.
Haribo: hey love, I’m finally done with the essay, yay~
Haribo: I didn’t exactly ‘sleep’ last night, I fell asleep for 2 hours and woke up panicked. But that’s over now, I’m gonna take a nap for about an hour. You can come over if you want, I kind of miss you or whatever.
Haribo: I Love You Too ❤️
You smile down at your phone, ‘or whatever’ you read off the last text you received. In true Jongho fashion, he never fails to hide(or try to, rather) his overwhelming love for you. It’s all in lightheartedness though, you’re well aware of your boyfriend’s personality and way of affection, it’s what makes him Jongho and why you love him so much.
You decide to give him time for his well deserved nap, giving you time to tidy up as well. Your morning wasn’t quite as productive as your lover’s, but you managed to get a couple things done before noon and that was enough for you to give yourself a pat on the back.
This morning you woke up and made yourself a cup of coffee, in the exact opposite way Jongho prefers his. Where Jongho prefers bitter and cold, you gravitate more towards sweet and warm. You shot your boyfriend a quick text and then remembered how the night before Jongho had to cut your facetime call short since he was working on an essay; and knowing him, you were a hundred percent sure he wouldn’t stop until he finishes it, even if it means getting zero sleep.
Seeing how you were left on ‘delivered’ for around three hours, you assumed two things: 1) he stayed up late and slept in to get a full 8 hours of sleep or 2) he was still up and running on last night’s mug of coffee as fuel and had his mind in hyperfocus. From his reply, you found out that it was the latter.
Sure you could have sent him a text to make sure he was sound asleep at the right time, but if you know Jongho then you’re well aware of his stubbornness. Also, he’s a grown man and he knows his limits, you don’t need to baby him in whatever he does, he’s perfectly capable on his own.
You decided to leave for Jongho’s apartment an hour after you got his texts, to give him enough time to recharge for a bit. With your phone and wallet tucked safely in your pockets you then headed off to your sleeping beauty. Usually it’d take around 15 minutes for you to get to his apartment by car, but today felt like a lovely day to take a walk; the sky was littered with little wisps of pristine white clouds and the wind was cool from the leftover cold in remembrance of the winter that just passed. At this rate, you’ll arrive at Jongho’s in about 40 minutes-- 45 if you choose to walk slower-- which means even more dream time for your boyfriend.
As you round the corner to Jongho’s apartment complex, a little boy rushes out of the convenience store to your left, the cold air of the air conditioner nipping at your skin and tempting you inside. You thought ‘why not?’ and opted to buy something for you to eat later. 5 minutes later, you’re out of the little shop with a white plastic bag hanging from your elbow.
You: im here love <3 ill just let myself in
You quickly send to Jongho (even though you know he’s asleep) before pulling out your copy of his keys and letting yourself in as quietly as you can. Slipping off your shoes, you tiptoe your way to the kitchen to gently put the bag of convenience store food on the counter and the cans of soda into his fridge.
With hands on your hips, you scan the current situation your lover’s living room was in. Overall it was somewhat tidy, save for a few papers that might have flown away and the occasional plastic covering peeking from underneath the sofa. So you took it upon yourself to clean up the little mess you saw just to get it off his back.
When you're done, you lounge on his couch for a while, scrolling through social media, seeing whatever the hell people rave on about these days. Oh, episode 7 of imitation is airing today? Huh I wonder what it’s about. Ooh it’s about idols and--
“Love?”
You hear Jongho’s familiar voice call out from his bedroom and you hurry on your feet to scurry down the hallway and into the arms of your boyfriend. You find him slouched over his blankets with his phone in hand, meaning he just read your text.
“Jongho!” you squeal and jump into his arms, something that Jongho has gotten used to, but in his fuzzy state of mind had startled him, prompting you to apologize with a small smile.
“Morning, love.” You coo and press a quick peck on his lips, to which your boyfriend responds with a throaty hum and his arms come to wrap around your shoulders to pull you on top of him as he goes to lie back.
“It’s literally 3 in the afternoon.” He retorts, eyes shut due to the remnant sleep still stuck on his eyelids from the 2 hour long nap he just woke up from. You snuggle into his hold and mutter ‘doesn’t matter’ into his neck, your breath tickling his skin and bringing out a soft giggle from his chest.
The two of you stay holding one another for a couple minutes, basking in each other’s presence and the soft glow Jongho emanates in his post nap condition. He smells soft and refreshing but toned down and earthy, in other words he smells like comfort. Like coming home and crawling into a well made bed ready for you to mess up. And paired with the fabric softener he douses his sheets in, the scent makes you want to cover yourself in it, if you could store it in a perfume bottle you would.
“Oh right!” You muse, hand settling on his chest and you push yourself up on your elbow to look down at your lover’s resting face.
“I bought something to eat from the mini mart downstairs.” Gently tugging Jongho’s muscular arms off your shoulders, you throw your legs off the bed and urge the said man to follow you out to the kitchen.
Jongho watches as you patter into the kitchen, placing a plastic bag with ‘Nyu Mart’ print on the front on his small dining table. Your hands dig into the plastic and you pull out three packages of those garlic sausages on a stick and set it on the surface, followed by a roll of cheese kimbap, two triangle kimbaps, and a packaged egg sandwich.
“Also I put two cans of cider in the fridge, I hope you don’t mind.”
Your lover chuckles and moves to place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling a grateful thank you against your skin.
As you expected, Jongho ended up eating half of your sausage and the other two, but you repay him by drinking half of his can of cider. Now, it has been about 30 minutes since you finished eating, and the two of you spent the time lounging on the couch in each other’s arms talking about anything and everything under the sun.
“How well do you think you did on your essay, love?” You ask, cheek pressed on your lover’s defined chest, calmly rising and falling as he breathes.
“Not bad, or at least I think it wasn’t bad. I just hope Prof. Kim thinks so too. That man is so hard to please, he acts like his standards are through the roof.” Jongho scoffs.
“Yeah right, not when his wife looks like that they aren’t.”
“Jongho!” You let out a surprised laugh and gently slap his chest, which was currently shaking as he laughed. Recalling the first time he saw the said man’s spouse, old and wrinkly smothered in the wrong cosmetics. But the worst thing about that woman was her attitude, he can’t even get into the nitty gritty of what he hates so much about her without feeling annoyance running through his veins. And now was not the time for that.
“It’s true though.”
When his laughter subsides a comforting silence settles over you two for a moment. Again, you pop that bubble by speaking up.
“Well I sure hope Mr. Kim likes your essay. You worked so hard on it.” You push yourself up to land a kiss on his jaw. Jongho hums and brings the hand previously wrapped around your waist up to pat your head.
You proceed to litter his skin with little butterfly pecks, gliding down to his neck because you know he likes it. After a particularly long kiss on the juncture of his neck, his breath hitches and the hand on your hair stutters, before his body goes lax again.
“Jongho,” you start, voice low and barely audible to anyone more than a one meter radius from you, “I’m so proud of you.”
Jongho hums, planting his hand on your lower back, dangerously close to the swell of your ass.
“You planning on giving me a reward or something, love?” He whispers, voice equally as quiet as yours, pulling away to look into your eyes. And his heart just melts at the amount of love, affection, and pride your irises held.
“Well, you deserve it.” Your lips come into contact with his in a soft innocent kiss. Head tilting to the side to push your faces closer, your lips perfectly slotting together like they were made for each other.
You pull back to swipe your lips with your tongue, knowing exactly what he meant behind his words, you nod and move to press a longing kiss on his lips. His soft plump lips that taste of Chilsung Cider makes you want to swipe your tongue against them and taste more of it. So you do, licking and nipping at Jongho’s bottom lip, you feel intoxicated by the flavour tinted on his lips despite being a non-alcohol beverage.
The sounds of your lips on one another floats around Jongho’s otherwise empty apartment, combined with the silent ticking of his clock and the birds chirping out his window just makes everything seem so domestic and his heart swells at the thought.
When you pull away, you find your lover’s large calloused hands underneath your shirt and caressing your waist and your own are fisting at his campus sweatshirt. Your legs tangled with one another and your lips both red, plush, and tender.
“Sit up properly, love.” You softly order, clambering to get off of your boyfriend and setting your knees on the floor before him.
꒰♡꒱
“Fuck.” Jongho groans, throwing his head back on the sofa, left hand gripping your hair and the other pushing his dark locks off his face. He looks down at you with your lips around his cock and mouth stuffed full of him, and he almost cums at the sight.
You pull your lips off of his member to take a deep breath and take this as a chance to properly praise the man you love. Giving the head of his cock a soft kiss, you make your way down to the base and press another gentle kiss there, continuing up his shaft until you reach the head once more. Your hands come up to wrap around him, meeting a little bit of an inconvenience due to his girth but you manage with your other hand. Jongho’s eyes squeeze shut in pleasure at the tight ring you’ve formed around his dick and moans when you start stroking him up and down; occasionally leaning in to let a dollop of your spit drip down onto his length and coat his hot skin.
Jongho’s voice echoes throughout the room, although he wasn’t the vocal type when it comes to sex, he can’t help but let a few noises slip out when he’s getting a bomb blowjob.
When your arms tire out you resort to your lips once more. Taking the head into your mouth, Jongho tenses and flexes his thighs, the warmth that enveloped the tip of his cock in contrast to the cool air that surrounded the rest of his length makes him shudder.
“Oh fuck, baby. Just like that.” He moans when you suck at his tip before lolling your tongue around the bulbous head of his cock, occasionally swiping at the slit to collect the beading precum which falls salty on your tongue.
You lick a long stripe from the base of his cock up to the tip, followed by a few pumps by your hand. Usually at this point you’d stop and have Jongho fuck your brains out, which is fine by him since he loves seeing you get fucked dumb and incoherent by him. But this time when he moves to pull you up on him, you relent.
He raises a brow when you softly shake your head, eyes meeting your own which stare up at him glazed in a dream like state. You shut your eyes and focus on the feeling of him on your palms; hot, heavy, and hard.
“Don’t move a muscle, love.” You whisper more to his cock than to him. “You’ve barely even slept. So let me do all the work today, okay?”
You finally open your eyes to meet his hooded ones, clouded with lust and dilated.
“Let me be your good girl?” you pull out Jongho’s favourite puppy eyes, paired with his favourite pet name to use on you.
At this, Jongho lets out an amused scoff, tilting his head back and tongue swiping along his teeth as he smirks in disbelief. You’re literally sat on your knees, hands cradling his aching red cock, looking up at him with such irresistible eyes and calling yourself that name. And you expect him to just sit there and not wreck you into his cushions at least?
“Please, love?” you beg one last time when your boyfriend doesn’t look back at you, eyes still glaring at the ecru paint on the wall. You press a small peck on the tip of his member which catches his attention immediately.
It’s when he bites his lip in what seems like annoyance (but you know it’s just him trying to hold himself back) and lets out a low uninterested sounding hum that you dive back into wrapping your lips around your lover’s dick.
Your eyes sparkle against the sunlight that pours into the room through Jongho’s windows and at this he swears you look absolutely gorgeous. Your mouth stuffed full with his cock and worshipping it like your life depended on it.
Your head bobs up and down along his shaft, making the man before you shudder out a sigh. Your lips were rimmed with a concoction of your spit and Jongho’s precum. The hands that were idly laying on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs slowly slid down to cup his balls and Jongho’s heart nearly jumped out his chest.
Something akin to a giggle bubbles out from your throat at his reaction, yet all that does is vibrate against the brunet’s cock and he groans.
“Fuck, babe.” He draws out the syllables, hands finding purchase in your hair. “Feels so fucking good, yeah?”
Your palms we busy fondling with his balls underneath as your throat repeatedly swallowed around him, at this rate Jongho knew he was fucked. It was always like this. Whenever he was pounding into you he could go on for hours on end. Edging you over and over, smacking the skin of your ass red, sometimes even ripping orgasm after orgasm from you without having to cum himself. His self control was remarkable, however when it comes to you giving him head? He could cum in just seconds. What can he say? You definitely knew how to work your tongue.
Rubbing against the underside of his cock as if you weren’t gurgling around his tip already. God he was so close to cumming, and it sure was obvious from the blush on the tip of his ears, the heavy breathing, and the sweat beading at the crease in between his eyebrows.
“Fuck. Stay still, babe.” he suddenly moans, fingers curling around locks of hair and ceasing your movement. He bucks up into your mouth and you take this as a sign to relax your throat, dropping your jaw even lower to accommodate the rest of his length.
And just like that he chases after his orgasm. Roughly thrusting into your awaiting mouth, staring deeply into your fucked out eyes, not that he was much better. His dark hair stuck onto his forehead and his cheeks were flushed pink, plump lips red and nearly bloody from almost biting them off.
Jongho’s moans constantly get louder and hoarser. “Fuck.” He would groan, slurring out the words into near incoherent phrases.
When his voice rises in pitch— just a touch (only noticeable to you)— that’s when his breath hitches and his hips finally stop plowing into your throat. Thick ropes of his cum spurts into you, coating the walls of your mouth and throat.
Jongho lets out a final groan before slipping out of your lips, cock now flaccid and balls emptied. He throws his head back to catch his breath before looking back down at you; lips smeared with spit and at the corner of your mouth peaks white beads of his cum and his cock almost twitches at the sight.
“Come here, love.” He pulls you up softly, cupping your face with utmost gentleness. You think he’s gonna kiss you, so you lean in, lips puckered and eyes shut.
“No, that’s gross.”
Your jaw drops in shock,
“Excuse me?” You try to say but your voice is hoarse and throat dry.
All your boyfriend does in response is chuckle before pressing a kiss onto your forehead and getting up, announcing that he would be getting you a glass of water.
After your throat is hydrated, you cross your arms and glare at your lover with a pout.
“Listen. I’m sorry for rejecting your kiss, but I was not about to make out with you while you had my cum on your tongue.”
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Desperate. That’s how you felt. Insane, hungry, however you called it. Your blood was rushing red and hot in your veins, fingers unable to sit still, twitching ever so often with the overwhelming urge to just curl around his dark locks.
Your eyes flit down to Yunho’s thighs, bouncing every now and then out of pure boredom, his fingers tapping on the fabric of the couch’s armrests. His eyes roam around the room in search of something, anything to catch his attention. Then they land on you, perched on top of a kitchen stool, elbows leaned against the marble island and eyes trained on his bouncing leg.
The dark haired man raises a brow at you, one that you don't seem to catch sight of since you’re too busy ogling his firm thighs. Your lips part to release a small whimper as your thoughts wander into r rated territory. Such as setting yourself on top of his thick, muscular thighs and fucking yourself dumb on them. Rubbing your cunt all over the fabric of his cargo pants and soaking them with your juices.
Yunho catches on to your thoughts, that look you have on your face right now is one he’s familiar with. He knows you’re thinking of him in that ungodly way only your mind could come up with. He knows and he’s well aware of how his actions are affecting you. Judging by the seemingly sly glances he throws your way, you’re positive he’s taken notice of the way your thighs close together even tighter every time he bounced his leg.
“Hey bub.” he calls to you, snapping you out of your lust induced haze, making you look up at him with wide ‘innocent’ — or as Yunho liked to ironically refer to them as — eyes. He motions you over with a curl of his fingers and your mind short circuits again, this time looping around the image of his fingers.
Oh, how you love Yunho’s hands, they were so long and veiny. You loved looking at them, holding them, comparing them to your significantly smaller ones. Another thing you love to do with them is to wrap your lips around them, licking around every inch of skin you can fit in your mouth and have them pressing down on your tongue.
“Bub?” You hear Yunho address you again, and this time with his voice lower than before, making you squirm in the cushioned seat you’re on. You watch as your boyfriend leans back on the couch, making himself comfortable and settling one arm behind him. He rests his head on top of his right palm, elbow planted on the armrest and the imagery just has you shaking.
Yunho runs his eyes down your seated form before beckoning you over with a nod of his head. A shiver runs up your spine and you clench your pussy around nothing, your essence dripping out into a pool in your cotton panties.Hopping off the barstool, you head to where your lover sat in the living room, every step you took making your thighs deliciously rub against each other.
Now you stood in front of the smirking man, avoiding his gaze as if he was a scaly reptile monster with snakes for hair, whose stare could turn you into stone. The room was silent for a few moments, you standing there like a fool and Yunho grinning up at you like he’s read through every page of your mental diary and he’s had every word you wrote analyzed. It’s when he grunts and pats his lap that you turn to look down at his smiling face.
“Come sit, bub.”
You gulp and eye his thigh, a curse flying through your mind at how tempting the sight is. Even more so now when Yunho extends his hand out for you to take, which you do and he guides you to lift your leg over his left thigh and situate yourself in the middle.
Yunho tuts before your center could come in contact with his leg, you look up at him in confusion but it soon dissipates when he hooks a finger under the waistband of your shorts and you nod in understanding. He helps you unbutton and unzip the article and pulls them down along with your panties, slipping them completely off of the other and letting the garments dangle around your knee on the other.
Satisfied with the loss of your clothing, your boyfriend goes back to put you over his thigh and gently sets your core on the material of his pants. A broken whimper leaves your parted lips, placing your hands on Yunho’s shoulders for stabilization.
“Well? Use my thigh however you want, bub.”
With that you grind your hips forward, planting your feet down on the floor for leverage, and moan out at the friction the fabric his pants give you. Another grind down his leg but this time you put more of your weight down when you feel your clit rubbing against him. You repeatedly rub yourself like a bitch in heat on your lover's thigh, moaning shamelessly when you decide to pick up speed.
But something was missing, your mouth felt rather empty and your tongue just couldn’t stand sitting still for even a moment, you need something between your lips. Your eyes quickly roam the area in search of something, anything, to shove into your awaiting mouth. Suddenly, your eyes seem to light up as an idea pops up in your head.
Not once did you slow your pace in rocking your hips back and forth on your boyfriend’s firm thigh, not when the pleasure was mind numbingly good. Even when you shift to tug at the arm Yunho has thrown over the backrest of the sofa, begging for his fingers to be in your mouth.
Your jaw slacks when Yunho flexes his leg right when you rubbed your clit against him and the man took this as an opportunity to tug at your bottom lip. Your hands grasp at his wrist, trying to have him shove at least one of his long fingers into your awaiting mouth. What he does instead surprises you and has you clenching.
He pulls your hands off him and delivers a soft slap onto the side of your cheek before gripping your face and spitting into your mouth. His warm spit mixing in with yours and pooling underneath your tongue has your pussy gushing even wetter than you were.
“You like that, bub?” He smirks, voice low and gruff with eyes you could only describe as dangerously dark. You nod your head and lean forward to have Yunho slot his lips against yours. Tongue immediately snaking into your mouth and exchanging your spit, some dripping out from your lips as the kiss gets messier and hotter.
Yunho only pulls away later when your lips are bright red and plump and your rutting against him has gotten even more desperate than before. With your hands on top of his thigh for balance you start to rub your core harder onto his leg, the material of his pants no doubtedly soaked through and Yunho can feel it; a warm patch of wetness you drenched him in and, holy fuck, did it turn him on.
“Y… Yunho,” You whine, lips parted and tongue poking out. He nearly cums on the spot, his dick incredibly hard and heavy in his pants. He feels your shaky hand wrap around his wrist and he bites back a moan that threatens to escape him when you lick at his fingertips.
Yunho’s hands were huge compared to yours, and you revelled in the difference as you softly caressed them against your cheeks before licking up the length of his pointer finger. Your hips stuttered when you finally took his long digit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and covering it in your spit before releasing it and doing the same to the rest of his fingers.
The dark haired man could only watch in awe, eyes trained on every finger that disappears into your mouth and emerges covered in your warm drool. He’s reminded of the feeling of your wet pussy rubbing against him when you let out a particularly loud moan when he unconsciously bounces his leg.
With that he snaps out of his daze and pulls the fingers you currently have in your mouth out and replace it with his thumb, weighing down your tongue and making you gurgle out a choked moan as the thigh you’re rubbing yourself on starts bouncing repeatedly and stimulates your clit even more. Your breath shallows and your mind is filled with nothing but Yunho, fingers, and cumming.
Oh what a sight it was to behold, you rutting your dripping pussy on his thigh while worshipping his long digits as if they were his cock. Eyes dazed out and glossy, cheeks burning a deep rose and muttering a mantra of his name and incoherent babbles. Yunho feels your hips move faster as if it were possible and your breathing becomes quicker, signalling that you were close needing only one thing to finally have you break.
The thumb in your mouth is replaced by two fingers pulling your lips wide open so Yunho can spit in them one last time before fucking his fingers into your mouth and that sends your over the edge.
Your eyes roll back and your entire body tenses for a second, before your thighs start to shake rapidly and you’re only capable of letting out broken cries of euphoria as your body convulses uncontrollably in Yunho’s hold. Your pussy gushing out and soaking an even larger patch onto your lover’s cargo pants. You keep at it for nearly a minute before letting out a final moan and collapse into your boyfriend's arms, occasionally twitching as your high subsides.
Yunho rubs his hands on your clothed back in an attempt to soothe you, while he chuckles at the mess you made on his pants.
“You ruined my pants, bub.” He teases when he hears that your breathing has gone back to normal. “Such a shame, these were my favourite.” He carefully lifts you off his thigh and inspects the wet patch you left.
“That’s alright, I know how you can apologize.”
The sound of an unbuckling belt and a zipper pulling down excites you and fills you with energy once more because, well, who can resist giving Yunho head. When his cock is hard and heavy for you, standing red and tall right in front of you; and besides you need to make up for his ruined pants.
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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 : established reltionships, wet dreams, (very small hint of) masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, cunnilingus, vaginal penetration, somnophilia, i think there’s something like cum eating? but only a bit
𝐞𝐱𝐭 : only calling this a timestamp because i failed to come up with a title .
San stands in front of his bathroom mirror fresh out the shower, his dark hair slicked back and forehead exposed, spraying a light mist of cologne onto his collarbones. It’s been quite a while since he’s seen (touched) you, and he’s got his housemates and his boss to blame for that.
The boys for the obvious reason that they were a bunch of rascals who made it their personal mission to cockblock him and his girlfriend whenever she was around. It was either they’re all at home embarrassing the poor boy or there was one of them that was home, whether it was Wooyoung who had fallen ill or Yeosang who just wanted to stay in that day.
Along with them, his workload in the office increased for the week due to an upcoming event at the company, it led to more hours in the office and less snuggling up in your arms. It didn’t help that every after work he’d head on over to the gym and exercise out of strict discipline and habit. So basically his exhaustion levels were high. But that didn’t matter because tonight was gonna be a good one.
After the constant back and forth of ‘i miss you’ texts between you and the man, he finally had enough. He needed to see you, to kiss you, to touch you. All he wants is a few hours with you, to hear your voice, preferably moaning for him; to feel your skin against his and the clench of your tight walls around him. Was that too much to ask for?
The man throws on a white hoodie and a pair of sweatpants (for easy access of course), announcing his leave and telling his roommates not to wait for him, which in hindsight was somewhat useless because no one other than Seonghwa, or maybe Hongjoong, would be looking for him but not to the point that they’d stay up for him, and heads out.
On the way to your apartment, San was very tense. His hand gripped hard on the steering wheel as he quickly drove down the street, not meeting or getting to touch you for nearly a week really took its toll on him. His heart hammered in his chest and his thoughts wandered to you; your warmth, the vanilla scent of your hair. He was thinking of all the things he could do with you, like cuddling or binging a movie. Not necessarily lewd things, but if that’s where the night will take you then he’ll have no complaints.
In no time, San’s standing in front of your apartment door, sending you a short text upon his arrival and using your spare key to open the door. The moment he enters your apartment, it hits him how exhausted he was from the past few days, it just felt so homey with your scent all over the place and traces of you littered around the room. His muscles suddenly felt heavy and his eyes droopy. When he sees you on the couch, dressed in one of his sweaters and a pair of cotton shorts, he immediately feels relaxed.
You drop your phone onto the sofa and run to jump into your boyfriend’s arms making him stumble slightly, wrapping your legs around his slim waist, he cups his hands underneath your thighs and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I missed you so much, baby!” You coo and snuggle into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent after a long week.
You were honestly unsure how you survived a week without any physical contact from San, you two were always all over each other, doesn’t matter where or when, you always had to have some sort of contact with him. So going an entire week without even getting a glance of his handsome face left you deprived. You craved for his touch, his voice, his smile, which probably explained your lethargic nature throughout the entire week. So much so that even the non-regulars at the bakery you worked at noticed your unusual behaviour.
San kept you updated on his week, though. From spam texts consisting of prolonged syllables and copious amounts of cute emoticons to hour long late night calls with his groggy voice and sleepy eyes, and that was probably the only thing that kept you sane.
But now, he was right in front of you, his warmth engulfing your smaller form and inhaling your scent. “I missed you too, babydoll.” San staggers and plops the two of you on the couch with you on his lap, staring deeply into his eyes. A wide smile spreads across your lips and your boyfriend quickly mirrors it with his own, eyes disappearing into thin crescents. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you flush against his chest, your foreheads connecting and breaths mixing together when you exhale.
San feels the exhaustion settle into his body, your relaxing presence seems to have released all the tension in his muscles and a wave fatigue washes over him. “God,” He huffs, ignoring the growing tiredness that blooms within him and putting all his focus on what matters right now, you. His fingers trailed up your bare thigh, tracing unknown patterns onto your soft skin, “A week, huh doll?” He whispers when he leans down to bite on your earlobe.
You feel yourself become putty at the given pet name he mutters against your skin, thighs twitching when the pads of his fingers slide up past the hem of your shorts. “It was only five days, San.” You chuckle, hands coming up to grip at his dark strands.
“Seemed like an entire month to me.”
He pulls away and pouts, making you coo and press a small kiss on his plump lips. San’s pout dissolves into a lopsided smile and he shifts his hands to grasp the nape of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. His soft lips pressed themselves against yours sweetly, well that’s how it started. You don’t remember who pushed on first (maybe it was you), but one of you did, which led to your fingers tangled into his dark locks and his tongue slipping past your lips.
A certain heat bloomed from your chest and spread throughout your veins when San’s fingers slipped under your- his- sweater and tickled at your skin. A soft moan sounds from the back of your throat when the tip of his tongue grazes against yours and you feel yourself slowly begin to get wet. Your hips ground against his center with a mind of their own; not sure if I’ve said this before, but did I mention that you two have been apart for almost a week? To say that you were excited was an understatement, it’s been so long, too long, since you’ve experienced the sweet relief that only San can give you, and you were finally gonna have it again.
Or so you thought.
San’s brows furrowed, softly pushing you away and looking down between you.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Your eyes followed his and landed in between his thighs, flaccid with no traces of hardness whatsoever.
San runs a frustrated hand through his hair as he huffs out an apology. “Fuck, I’m sorry babe.” his face twisting into a tight scowl. He felt like shit, he could clearly see that you were in the mood and that’s what he was aiming for. But he just couldn’t seem to get it up.
“I know you want to, and I want to too…”
The surge of worry that washes over your body compels you to cup his face and lean your forehead against his, offering him a small smile.
“It’s okay, baby. Don’t force yourself.”
“But it’s been a week and I missed you.” He rebutts.
“Nonsense, we have all weekend. Why don’t you tell me about your day.”
Your boyfriend looks up at you with sad eyes and a pout on his lips, nodding at your suggestion. So you hop off his lap and plop down beside him on the couch, your arms circling his broad shoulders and pulling his head down to the crook of his neck. And so ensues cuddle hour, San snuggled up in your arms, lips pressing butterfly kisses on your skin while you lovingly played with his hair.
“Why didn’t you tell me, baby?” You say in a hushed tone after he tells you all about his tiring week; how his boss increased his workload which led him to blowing off steam at the gym and exhausting his poor body. Your other hand trailed down his arms, giving him a little massage to release the tension in his muscles. “Don’t worry, baby. We can try again tomorrow.” You peck him on the head and suggest you move to the bedroom where he can rest properly.
San felt irritated, having initiated the first touch but halting everything right after, only because his dick refused to cooperate. The mood was perfect and the setting was just right, but San Jr. just decided to have a fit at the worst time. Even until now, as he lay with you on your bed after you have given him one of the best massages he’s ever experienced and rubbed peppermint oil all over his sore limbs, he was still upset.
The two of you stayed silent in bed for the rest of the night, enjoying each other’s company after a week of deprivation. His toned arms wrapped around your waist and your back pressed flush against his chest, breathing in the familiar vanilla scent of your shampoo. And after about half an hour, San finally relaxes to the point where his eyes shut and his rhythmic breathing is all you can hear.
You wait out a few minutes before carefully slipping out of his arms and creeping into the bathroom. No way in hell were you sleeping without getting rid of the wetness in your underwear.
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San grunts when he feels your core clench around his member, your hands splayed on his chest in an attempt to hold yourself up while he thrusts up into you. Your moans mixing with the sound of skin on skin, the room reeking of nothing but sex. The man had a hand cupping your jaw and his thumb stuck in between your lips, holding your tongue down and a small drip of drool rolling down his wrist.
“You like that, doll?” He manages through his heavy pants and increases his pace while he pounds into you. His cock rubbing against the velvet walls of your pussy, driving you nearly insane at the sheer amount of pleasure it brought you. Using his feet for leverage, he delivers one thrust up and it sends you to euphoria, the tip of his cock coming in contact with that familiar spot that made stars appear behind your eyes.
“Yes, f-fuck. Right there, San.” You whine over the said man’s finger and your hair falls over your face when to drop your head.
A smirk grows on San’s lips and he makes a quick move to throw you down the bed, hair sprawling out behind you, and proceeding to fuck you with equal fervor.
“Here?” He fucks into you harshly, hitting the exact same spot one more time and more stars litter your eyes. With too much pleasure rushing in your bloodstream, you were left incapable of forming coherent sentences, so you hoped San would settle with the frantic nodding of your head. Obviously, San wasn’t satisfied with your response, halting his talented hips, he hovers over your smaller form and stabilizes his body with an arm beside your head.
“Use your words, doll.” He slowly pulls back, leaving the head of his dick in your sopping wet hole, and pushes back in even slower. You prolong a moan and squirmed under his fierce gaze, hands coming up to grip his bicep and pleading with your eyes. “I asked you a question.” He huffs, completely stilling with only the head inside you.
“Yes, right there. Please fuck me, San.”
A loud cry is ripped from your throat when San aggressively pounds into you, “That wasn’t hard now, was it?” He mocks, hips keeping up their relentless thrusting, the headboard banging against the wall due to his rough movements. Your stomach coils tightly, threatening to snap and you whimper out your lover’s name, fingers grasping your bedsheets so tightly that they nearly ripped.
You let out one final moan that bounced off the tiled walls of your bathroom as you came around your fingers, leaning back on the toilet as you came down from your high. That was by far the most unsatisfying orgasm you’ve had. Not only that but you just finger fucked yourself to the thought of your boyfriend who was right outside, sleeping peacefully; god, you felt so bad. After calming down and cleaning up you crawled back beside your sleeping boyfriend, the ache in your wrist dull and eyes heavy from your bathroom session.
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San awakes at the ass crack of dawn, your bedside clock flashing 4:23 AM in bright white lights. His skin covered in a thin layer of sweat, his mind hazy and dick (finally) hard. He looks over at your sleeping form, your chest heaving calmly as you breathe. His mind (and dick) was raging, remnants of the fucking hot dream he just had clear in his mind. He could clearly remember your whines and moans as if they were real. (They were.)
He props himself on his elbows and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. With a harsh huff, the man tosses back his head and palms over the tent in his pants. God why’d it have to be now of all times, when you’re right there beside him, sound asleep; sweet scent filling up his senses and adding to his arousal. A restrained curse escapes his lips when he hears you groan and stir, all thoughts going to the gutter. He has to do something about the raging boner in his pants, but he doesn’t want to disturb you; so he settles with jerking off beside you, face tucked in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent at its most saturated form. Pulling his shaft out of his sweatpants, tip an angry shade of red, he lets out a semi-satisfied sigh. San’s hands made quick work pumping up and down on his dick with the occasional swipe of his thumb on the slit, his jaw tense and breathing laboured.
Then you whimpered, you fucking whimpered.
San had to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning in your ear, his hand stuttering on his member. He can’t do this, he has to touch you. Shifting his position and pressing his chest against your back, he grinds his bare dick on your cotton clad ass. The hand previously on his dick snaked over your hips and over your clothed core, fingers pressing onto your clit. Your thighs twitch and your breath hitches, but you remain asleep.
San ruts against your ass, fingers moving in small figure eights on your sensitive nub, a layer of slick forming on your panties. The man hisses when he feels your slick soak through your shorts and he hurriedly shoves the hand past the waistband. His fingers trace over your pussy, coating them with your wetness, before tapping at your entrance, eliciting a small whine from the back of your throat.
A groggy moan escapes your lips and your head tilts back, your now waking body somehow unknowingly succumbing to the pleasure. Your mind lingering on the last image you saw from your dream: San with his hand between your legs and fingers stretching you out.
“San?”
“Good morning, sweetheart.” His husky voice responds, making you clench around the finger he slipped into you not long ago.
So you weren’t dreaming? Or maybe you were. You weren’t fully processing your surroundings, you didn’t know what time it was, whether the sun was up or not; but you can clearly see San and you knew that whatever he was doing, it felt so fucking good. San took note in the way your eyes were droopy and glazed with sleep, and it turned him on so much more.
“W-what… time is it?” You manage to ask between ragged breaths and pathetic whines.
The man behind you leans up to nip at your earlobe, whispering how it was around four am with such calmness as if he didn’t have a finger pumping in and out of you and his dick grinding on your ass. His finger moved at a slow pace, accommodating your newly awakened form and not startling you with a sudden fast pace. He was restraining himself, even in your muddled state you could see that. Eventually, San decides that you were awake enough for him to slip in another finger, but not without a warning.
“I’m putting in one more, baby.”
He eases a second finger inside you and you moan softly, it wasn’t even that wide a stretch yet, but because of your current state, it made everything feel like it was twice than what it really was. Your jaw slacked and your back arched, the supple flesh of your ass pressing onto San’s cock and the man groans lowly in your ear. He purrs something about his fingers ‘feeling that good’ and he increases their pace steadily. The squelching sounds that reached your ears were ungodly, and so were the filthy words San whispered in your ears.
“God, doll. You’re so wet.”
His breath tickles your skin when he exhales, fingers doing their magic, knuckles deep in your pussy.
“You know, I had a dream about you.” You hum softly, letting him know that he had your attention; but he knew that already. “You were riding my cock so well.” He digs his palm into your clit and he feels you get wetter than you already were. “I was so hard when I woke up, you feel that?” He husks when he grinds his bare cock against you, fully hard and leaking precum. “You were doing so well in my dream, doll. Like a good girl”. You clench around his fingers when he mutters the praise to you.
“Oh you like it when I call you a good girl?” You don’t respond verbally but the way your pussy tightened around San’s digits were enough of an answer. A smirk grows on the man’s lips and he pumps his fingers in you a couple of times before they still.
Your boyfriend delivers a peck on the nape of your neck before he pulls out both his fingers, making you whine at the sudden empty feeling. With your mind hazy and your vision somewhat blurry, you fail to catch sight of San as he crawls down your body and in between your legs. His fingers hook around the waistband of your shorts and he tugs them off with your underwear. Dark eyes focus on your wet heat and San swipes his tongue across his lips hungrily. He looks back up at you and sees your quaint features looking down at him, a red blush on your cheeks. With dazed and unfocused eyes, you try to keep track with San; but your mind is too foggy and sleep is still heavy in your veins.
But the stripe he licks up your slit jolts you awake, your senses keening and toes curling. A series of shocks are sent up your spine when San repeats the action with additional pressure when he comes in contact with your clit and your mouth hangs open, an airy gasp leaving your lips. His lips wrap around your nub and gives it an experimental suck, which sends your head back and your eyes rolling. A high whimper sounds from your throat and your fingers thread through San’s dark hair, a mantra of his name falling from your mouth.
The dark haired male in between your legs alternated from kitten licks on your clit and long stripes from your opening. His tongue pokes at your opening and your fingers tighten their grasp on his hair, grinding your hips closer. San’s nose nudges your bundle of nerves and with the added insertion of his tongue, your thighs twitch beside his head edging you close to an orgasm.
He suddenly pulls away, lips glistening with your juices and eyes dark with hunger. You whine at the loss of contact, eyes dazed and unfocused.
“You wanna cum?” San trails a hand up your thigh, caressing your hips and pushing up his purple sweater up and trailing soft pecks on your newly exposed skin.
You nod in response, a sweater clad hand comes up to muffle a whimper that leaves you when his lips come in contact with your skin.
“Then be a good girl and ride my cock.”
He grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you up, throwing one of your legs over his torso and he lays back on the pile of pillows. His eyes scan up your sleepy form on top of him, tongue licking his lips in hunger. You plant your hands on his chest, grasping the thin fabric of his shirt and tugging at it harshly.
“Calm down, doll.” He chuckles.
“Off… please.” You watch as he sits up and reaches behind his back to tug off his shirt, exposing his broad shoulders and lean body, tempting you to rake your nails down his fair skin. Now with his shirt off, you take the hem of his purple sweater to lift it up over your head.
“Keep it on,” San commands sternly, looking you dead in the eye, his hands wrapping around your wrists to stop your movement. So your fingers loosen and the fabric falls back down your body. “I wanna fuck you in my clothes.”
You all but nod at his words, core clenching around nothing and your slick dripping down on San’s stomach. Making the man under you chuckle and settle his hands on your hips, thumb caressing your soft skin. You take this as a sign to get on with it and lift yourself up, a hand reaching down to grasp your boyfriend’s cock, making him hiss. You bite your lip to hold back a moan when you press the head of his cock against your clit, before rubbing it down your core.
“Fuck. Hurry up, doll.” San nearly growls, brows furrowing and eyes zoning on you. You steady yourself above him, adjusting your knees and breathing deeply before grabbing his shaft once more. You rock your hips against his tip, letting the head slip in your entrance for a quick moment before rubbing it back on your clit.
Having enough of your teasing, San huffs out a curse and throws your body back down the bed. Your hair sprawling in many different directions, his arms caging you in underneath him. With his deep eyes boring into yours, he gives you one last smirk before you feel the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance. And with one smooth thrust, his entire member is sheathed within your velvet walls. An airy whine escapes your lips and your hands find themselves gripping on San’s muscular bicep. The man above you casts his eyes down to where you two connect, his mouth hung open and panting softly.
“You’re taking me so well, baby.”
He praised, watching your face contorted in pleasure, your eyes dazed and looking up at him with such adoration that it makes his heart skip a beat. His lips quickly swoop down to land a small peck on yours, and he slowly pulls his hips back, cock rubbing against your wet walls and you both moan in unison.
“Fuck, I missed this.” San pants, his hips picking up the pace, until all you hear is skin slapping against skin accompanied by your sinful cries and your boyfriend’s occasional groans. A hand finds its way on your hip and grips it tightly, ensuring bruises to appear the next day.
Your eyes unfocus and the next thing you feel is San’s lips on the crook of your neck, tongue licking a stripe up your skin before his teeth sink in your flesh. You moan when he sucks on the jugular of your neck, leaving an alarming shade of red on your skin that will soon bloom into a sultry shade of purple. His assault on your neck carries on and his hickies begin to trail down your chest, hips never once slowing down.
When he suddenly pulls away, but before you could whine at the sudden emptiness, San pulls you up and manhandles your smaller form on your arms and knees. And just as quickly as he pulled out, he’s bottomed out inside you, a long groan coming from his throat. He goes back to fucking you from behind, strands of his dark hair stuck on his forehead from the sweat that beads from his temples and teeth gnawing on his lower lip. The new angle forces a moan from you when you feel him hit a specific spot inside you that your fingers could never reach.
“Ah fuck, San… there” Your moans become more frequent and higher in pitch when the said man begins to repeatedly pound into your core. Resulting in you clenching tighter around his dick. His large hands plant themselves on your hips, pulling your hips back every time he snaps his forward.
The room reeked of sex and all you could hear were the rhythmic slapping of San’s thighs on your ass, making you leak even more on his cock. Your fingers fist the once pristine white sheets under you and your arms begin to quiver from holding your weight up. They give up a few moments later, your face landing on the pillows and your boyfriend’s sweater sliding down the arch of your back, exposing more of your skin. One of San’s hands shifts from your hips and gropes your ass, fingers digging into the supple flesh.
“Your pussy feels so good, baby. So good for me.” The dark haired male pants, his hips never letting up their relentless speed. His charcoal irises run down the expanse of your back, and end when they reach his purple hoodie bunched up by your shoulders. He licks his lips and drinks in the sight of you bent over in front of him, your ass up and your head pushed against the pillows, droopy eyes looking over your shoulder and up at him with a lust induced gaze.
Your core clenches when you meet your boyfriend’s hungry eyes, fingers grasping the sheets tighter and mouth hanging open to whine out in pleasure. The way San’s eyes darkened above you made you feel some type of way, he looked at you like you were the only thing to ever exist in this world. His eyes held such emotions that they made you weak, and with the added pleasure of his cock rubbing up on you, you couldn’t help but moan.
San feels his climax approaching; it was too soon for his liking, but that was the week-without-release at work. His thrust sooner turned sloppy and irregular, his hands messily roaming around your body, groping every inch of skin he can touch. At one point he finds his fingers snaking down around your waist, tugging your lax form up against his chest like a ragdoll
“I can’t…” You hear San pant amidst the creaking of the bed and your moans, “I’m gonna cum.” he grunts in your ear, one hand cupping your right breast and the other reaching down to rub at your clit. Your eyes roll back and you throw your head back against his shoulder. His lips land on yours in a rough kiss, tongue quickly sneaking past your lips caressing everything he can reach.
You feel his cock twitch inside you and you clench one more time around him to throw him off the edge. He pulls away from your lips and latches his teeth on the juncture of your neck, sucking a dark hickey onto your skin. His hips stutter against yours as he spurts a week’s load of cum in your pussy. San groans deeply in your ears, hips lazily pushing into you and cock stroking against your cum painted walls as he comes down from his high.
You fell forward on the mattress when the arms that wrapped around your body loosened, but before you could breathe, the same pair of arms flipped you onto your back and now all you could see was San. His dark eyes that oozed sexy, his scheming smirk and the freckles on his neck. What a sight. You stilled underneath him, eyes entranced by the stunning man in front of you. Completely so that you don’t notice the hand that slips down between your legs and presses harshly on your clit.
“San!” Your back arches at the pleasure that suddenly runs up your body. The bastard just smiles at you, teeth glinting and dimples becoming prominent in the light of the dawn. San kisses your cheek tenderly before trailing them down your skin, going over his sweater and continuing down your stomach until they reach your thighs. He throws your legs over his shoulders and bites at the skin of your thighs, looking at you directly in the eye while his fingers continue to work on your cunt. Two digits easily slip inside you and you throw your head back at the intrusion.
San lowers his head down to you and his tongue coming in contact with the bundle of nerves that made you go crazy. That and the fingers that were pumping in and out of you, fucking his cum back into you. Your insides felt warm and sloppy, your walls clenching around San’s fingers who are hellbent on throwing you off the edge.
“You like that, doll?” His breath fans on you clit, making your thighs jump and cunt gush. Your brows furrow when you feel the coil in your stomach tighten, even more so when San prods a third finger at your entrance and his lips envelop your clit. With each suck he delivers, his fingers pound into your core with increasing force. The cum around his fingers makes an incredibly ungodly squelching sound every time they push back into you and if you weren’t too high on euphoria, you would be beyond embarrassed. San’s tongue continues its assault on your clit and you start to feel your climax rapidly approaching.
San’s eyes flitter up to your face, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded, nearly going cross eyed. It filled his pride to see you in such a state and all because of him nonetheless. With your fingers tangled in his hair and your thighs twitching beside his head, that was enough visual stimulus for him to moan in the heat of the moment. The vibrations sent deep into your pussy, and you clenched tighter on his fingers. His mouth alternated from quick licks to harsh sucks on your nub, fingers still pounding deep into you.
Your core clenched and fluttered around his fingers and San could tell you were close, that and the way your fingers tugged on his dark hair along with your curling toes and bucking hips were also a telltale sign of your oncoming orgasm. Your breathing turns shallow when San pulls away from your clit and sneaks a lick at your entrance. Your walls pulsed around his fingers and that pushed the raven-haired man to work his fingers faster into you. The delicious squelching of your cunt ringing in his ears.
“Fuck-- San!”
You yelp before throwing your head back on the pillows and holding San’s head as you hump his fingers and rub his flattened tongue on your sensitive nub, the man letting you do as you please with a prideful glint in his eyes.
“That’s right, doll. Cum on my fingers.” The muscles on his wrist flex, nearly straining his muscles as he pounds his fingers even harder into your sopping cunt.
Your thighs quivered and back arched, eyes rolling back when you finally cum. Your form literally shakes in pleasure and stars start to litter your eyelids, pleasure washing over you in overwhelming waves. Making you convulse in San’s hold, mouth hanging open in a silent scream. Your body freezes for a quick moment before your muscles finally relax, completely spent and mind blank. Your eyes roam around the room but nothing looks familiar, it all looked blurred and the rising sun made everything have this fuzzy glow around them. You’re snapped back to reality when San appears in your line of sight.
“Open up, doll.”
He whispers, voice husky and dry. Three of his cum covered fingers come up to tap at your lips before your lips wrap around them and lick your juices of his digits. The mix of both your cum makes your clench around nothing and the way you leave your mouth agape to give him a view of your tongue swirling around his fingers makes San groan.
“Fuck babe, don’t do that.”
You playfully raise a brow, pretending as if you didn’t know what he means. “Why so, Sannie?”
“I don’t think i have enough time to show you exactly ‘why’.”
And with your tired yet mirthful eyes and croaky voice, you replied.
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