“Babe, I’ve got this,” you say, shoving your boyfriend off as you toddle down the hallway in your heels. Two seconds later you trip, and let out a shriek. You would have face planted had Bobby not caught you.
He sighs. “Will you please let me help you into the apartment before you break something and wake all our neighbors?” he asks, hauling you back to your feet.
You bat your eyes at him, and he rolls his eyes in response. “My own superman,” you say with a wide smile, before you trip again.
“For Christ’s sake,” he swears, and chooses to swoop you up in his arms. Now he really is your very own superman. He carries you down the hallway to your apartment and you giggle the whole way.
He unlocks your door with difficulty and you press a wet kiss against his cheek when he succeeds. He carries you towards the bedroom and drops you unceremoniously on the bed.
You let out an ‘oof’ and a loud whine. “Babe,” you protest. “What are you doing?” He looks up at you, exasperated, like you’re doing this on purpose. (And you are, a little.)
“Getting you ready for bed,” he says, sounding utterly fond. He kneels at the side of the bed and takes your foot, sliding your heel off. You hook your ankle around his shoulder and pull him closer, almost making him tip over.
“Babe,” he says sternly, lifting your leg and setting it back down. He slips your other heel off and you do the same thing with both your legs this time, and he tips forward, catching himself on the edge of the bed.
“You’re drunk,” he says, unhooking your legs with difficulty. You’re not planning on letting go.
“Doesn’t matter,” you say, as he stands up, leaning over you. “I want you,” you say, rubbing your legs together, needing the friction.
“You’re drunk,” he repeats, sitting you up so he can unzip your dress.
You put a hand on the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss. He tries to keep it chaste but you manage to slip your tongue into his mouth. He loses himself for a moment, and you pull him in closer.
He tries to pull away when you separate, but you pull him closer until he falls on the bed, hands and knees on either side of you.
“I’m drunk, but this is me saying yes,” you say, leaning up to nip at his neck. “I need you,” you whine.
“Okay, alright,” he says, leaning down to kiss you once again. “Let’s get you out of this then.” You’re much more helpful this time, letting him pull you to your feet so he can finish unzipping your dress. You let it fall to your feet, leaving you in nothing but lacy panties.
His eyes eat you up and he pushes you lightly, laughing as you topple into the bed, your tits bouncing. He laughs and you pout until he crawls over you and kisses you senseless. He gets an arm under you and pulls you farther up onto the bed.
His lips attack your neck at the same time his hand slips into your panties, fingers finding your core. You’re so wet for him already, you’d be embarrassed if you were sober. But, drunk you has no shame and bucks into his hand as he slips two fingers easily into you.
“Bobby,” you gasp, as his fingers curl, finding that spot inside of you. You hitch one of your legs around his waist, opening yourself up to him. He groans, thrusting down against your thigh.
“Need you,” you breathe. He pulls away, and you whine, but he’s only stripping you the rest of the way. He fishes in the drawer for a condom and rips it open and rolls it on. He spreads your legs and you wrap them around his waist as he slowly presses inside you.
It feels so fucking good and you tell him again and again, unable to stop yourself from babbling. He laughs into your neck, placing a tender kiss even as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you so intensely you have to wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep from flying apart.
“Babe, I’m not gonna last,” you cry. Bobby captures your lips in a fierce kiss and thrusts into you again and again, swallowing your moans.
A particularly hard thrust tips you over the edge, and you come, crying out and clinging to Bobby for dear life. He comes moments later, stilling as he comes. You cling to each other, out of breath and panting.
He pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss of contact. He’s back moments later, kissing all over your face. You giggle and pull him close. He snuggles into you pulling the covers over you both.
“Okay drunky, can we go to sleep now?” He asks, and you nod as you cuddle into him, drifting off to sleep.
“Who’s a good boy,” you coo to the boy on the bed. Jiwon’s hands are handcuffed behind his back, causing his chest to thrust up towards you.
Silence isn’t the answer you’re looking for and you slap the sensitive skin of his inner thigh.
“M-me?” he stammers, and you smile. Jiwon is so strung out already although you’ve barely been playing with him for half an hour.
“That’s right, you’re my good boy.” You squish his cheeks together and kiss his mouth. He chases your lips when you pull away, and you push him back against the bed.
You spread his legs with one hand, and reach for your lube. You’d made himself open himself up for you earlier.
“Which one baby, blue or pink?” you ask, holding up the two toys
“Blue,” he pants.
“Pink it is,” you say with a smile. The vibrator is thin and long, angled to sit against his prostate. You tap it against his mouth, and he obediently opens up. You slip in the head and he sucks on it. You push it further in, working it until he gags, and you hold it there for a moment longer until his body jerks, desperate, before you pull it back.
“Good boy,” you praise. You lube it up, and slowly press it past the ring of muscle. He gasps, and you push it a little further. His hips jerk, and he squirms, trying to get more. You push the rest in in one smooth movement, drawing a breathy moan from Jiwon’s mouth.
“You took that so well, beautiful boy,” you say, stroking Jiwon’s hip. He blushes and you admire the way it flushes down his chest.
You slowly fuck him with the vibrator, not turning it on just yet. Jiwon pants softly and moves his hips in time with your hand. You let him get comfortable before you click it on with no warning. His mouth falls open and he shouts. You grin and press the vibe in farther so it’s vibrating intensely against his prostate.
He squirms, trying to get away, but you hold him in place. You play with him for a few moments, before relenting and relaxing the pressure.
“Fuck yourself,” you tell him, and he complies happily, thrusting down against the toy, again and again.
“You look so pretty like this,” you praise him. “You’re doing such a good job, just like that.”
He whines and his hips buck. You push the button again and the vibrations intensify. His body jerks and he fucks himself harder.
“Please,” he gasps.
“Please, what Jiwon?” You ask.
“Touch me, please,” he begs.
You shake your head. “You’re going to come for me just like this baby,” you tell him.
You press the button and the vibrator hits it’s max. You hold it tight as Bobby, achingly hard and desperate tries to get away. You still him with a hand on his hip, and he obediently stops.
You fuck him with the toy, fast and hard and he gasps and whines, thrusting with you. He’s close and you can tell.
“Come for me babe,” you encourage him.
It takes a few more thrusts but soon he’s coming all over himself, moaning.
“I knew you could do it,” you say excitedly. You swipe a finger through the cum and push it into his mouth, and he obediently sucks it off.
“Who’s my best boy?” You ask, leaning down and kissing his hip as you turn the vibrator off and carefully pull it off.
“Me, it’s me,” he pants, exhausted, but proud of himself.
“That’s right, now let’s go for one more shall we?” you ask, wrapping your hand around his over sensitive dick.
“No!” he begs, but you ignore him, jerking him off, sloppy and fast.
“No, please no,” he gasps, body jerking as he tries desperately to get away from you.
“You can do it,” you tell him.
“I can’t, I can’t l,” he pants, but his hips are already jerking in your hand, close to coming again.
“Just a little more, you’re being such a good boy for me,” you praise him.
He’s crying but he comes, spilling over your hand with a shout. You let go of him and he slumps back on the bed.
