Military service
Set during the final episode of How to Fight. Adult sex. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (woman receives). Mention of alcohol.
You pick up your boyfriend from a party, where he got incredibly drunk, and he says goodnight to you.
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With a huff, you drop your keys into the small bowl by the entrance, wipe the sweat from your brow with your forearm, and your gaze falls to the small entryway step. Taehoon is sitting there, struggling with the laces of his combat boots.
You leaned his backpack against the side, the one you carried from downtown to your apartment because he was so drunk he could barely stand, your back ached, and your eyes were heavy with sleep.
You knelt in front of him, guiding his useless hands, starting to untie one boot, then the other, taking one off while he worked on the other. You listened to his babble, singing some song that had stuck in his head at his friend's wedding, and smiled, tightening your grip on his torso as you helped him walk to your room.
"I love you, I love you, I love you..." he mumbled from the bed, sitting upright as if he were still in the military. You replied that you loved him too, unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time. "Kiss... don't laugh, baby... give me a kiss."
You shook your head with a smile at his demand, trying to look threatening with your brow furrowed.
"You reek of alcohol. I'll help you change your clothes, and then you'll brush your teeth," you heard his complaints. You slid the shirt off his shoulders and placed it on the nightstand. "Then I'll give you all the kisses you want, okay?"
He nodded, having no choice, taking your hands when you extended them. You left him standing in the middle of the room before heading to the closet, searching for one of his pants that might be there. You were sure there was one; you'd seen it two weeks ago, but you couldn't remember where you'd put it.
After five minutes, you found it. It was almost at the back. You started to get irritated when Taehoon began complaining loudly that he wanted more alcohol, dancing foolishly to music that wasn't there.
They were black and white plaid cotton pants, surely more comfortable than the ones he was wearing now.
You knelt on the floor, unbuttoning his pants and lowering the zipper, all under Taehoon's watchful gaze. He licked his lips and started to get aroused, misinterpreting the situation. When your innocent little eyes saw him, it only made his cock harder. The mere touch of your hand as you pulled down his pants made him moan shamelessly under his breath.
"What?" you asked with a laugh.
You tapped his ankles with your fingers to get his feet out of the military uniform before putting on his cotton pants and helping him pull them up. When you stood up, the first thing you saw was his little pout, trying to look cute so you'd give him what he wanted. But it didn't work on you, at least not this time.
You hooked your fingers in his black compression shirt and pulled that off too, grabbing one of your own. The first one you could reach was a Juventus shirt with the number 21. It was a little tight on him; he'd definitely grown in more ways than one during his military service.
Intertwining your hands, you went to the bathroom, turned on the light, and let him go in first. You stifled a laugh when you saw him almost hit his head on the door frame.
It took you almost fifteen minutes to brush his teeth because he wouldn't stay still, trying to kiss you with the mixture of toothpaste and saliva in his mouth.
You sighed with relief when you could finally lie down. It had been a long day studying for a university final, and it had been even longer when you got a call from Taehoon's phone to tell you that, indeed, today was the day his military service ended and that he was at a wedding, which he hadn't invited you to as his date. Although that wasn't what bothered you about the call; it was the reason he hadn't told you his service was over. You could have easily gone to see him, invited him to lunch, and spent the day together, instead of foolishly thinking it was just another day.
You instantly felt his strong arms wrap around you and pull you close; you had missed this feeling so much. Two long years of waiting, and finally you were together. You closed your eyes with a sigh and fell asleep.
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"Babe, please…" Taehoon moaned in your ear, wrapping his arms around you from behind, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your neck.
He was gripping your hips, his erection pressing against your buttocks as you tried to sleep, which was impossible with him hunched over behind you.
He'd been awake for a while, practically since you fell asleep. He was desperate to fuck you; who knows what he was thinking to get a hard-on in the middle of the night.
He whispered that he needed you.
"Taehoon, no… Tomorrow…" you murmured, trying to bury your head in the pillow.
You heard him protest with a groan, pressing his erection hard against you, making you moan softly into the pillow, and he grunted at the contact. He wouldn't take no for an answer.
"Babeeeee..." he pleaded, giving your earlobe a light bite. Without wasting a second, he quickly slid his hand under your clothes, caressing your stomach, feeling your warm skin beneath his fingers.
His other hand went behind your neck, to the nape where he began to massage, bringing his lips to your cheeks, leaving wet kisses all over your face.
"Please..." he whispered, not caring if he sounded desperate or not, he just wanted you, that was all he had on his mind. Sober Taehoon would never do something like this, you were sure of it.
You didn't even have time to answer; he was quick enough to move his hand to your rear, parting your buttocks and pressing his erection between them, rubbing back and forth.
He was so needy you could already feel him dripping through his underwear, his husky, moaning voice echoing in your ears. Just from the state you were in, you were already starting to feel wet.
"It feels so good..." he whispered again, as if someone could hear him, moving against you harder, eliciting several low moans from you.
You could feel his nails digging into your skin, keeping your ass open for him to rub against you.
He was drooling all over you, his kisses on your neck growing more and more desperate, his tongue darting out to lick every inch of your skin, his body trembling with excitement.
If you didn't let him do whatever he wanted with you, he'd probably come in his pants.
"I need you so much..." he murmured, bringing his hand to your breasts, gently caressing them.
"Taehoon... Mhm..." you mumbled sleepily, shifting slightly in bed.
He groaned in your ear, pushing you down a little further, squeezing you with a bit more force, and it wasn't long before he had your nipple between his fingers, twisting and pinching it.
"I need to fuck you... I want it so bad it hurts," he purred, giving your nipple a sharp tug, and the unexpected action made you gasp.
Seeing that he wouldn't get any response from you right now, he quickly turned you over in bed and laid you on your back.
Before you could protest, he captured your lips in a languid kiss, his lips colliding with yours in a primal way, as if he couldn't stop himself.
He kissed you so hard that for a moment you could feel his teeth grazing yours, kissing you so carelessly and desperately. Just as he began to press his erection against the mattress, wanting to relieve himself somehow.
They were so caught up in it that at some point they began moaning against each other, as if the kissing session was all they needed to reach their climax.
Almost painfully, they separated, breathing heavily and rapidly, nearly breathless from the intensity of the kisses.
When he looked at you, he noticed your flushed cheeks, the way your chest rose and fell with each deep breath you took. Oh, and those lips, the way you looked at him with such mischief. He couldn't help but lick his own.
At that same moment, he felt his cock throb within the confines of the pants you'd put on him. As if it were a final, desperate act, he buried his face between your breasts, taking advantage of the fact that your shirt had been lifted during the kisses. He clumsily stuck out his tongue, sucking on your nipple as if it were the last thing he'd ever do.
You moaned into the pillow, pushing his head against your chest. He groaned at the sudden contact, sucking on you desperately.
Despite your initial reluctance, you now found yourself drenched, sleep a distant memory, rubbing your pussy against his thigh between your legs. He grinned like a bastard when he saw your state.
"Mhm... I want to fuck you..." he whispered again, pulling his mouth away from your breast, gasping for air. He could already see the trail of hickeys on your chest.
You smiled mischievously, rubbing your wetness against him hard. In response, he placed a large palm on your breast, lifting his face to kiss you, leaving no part of your face untouched.
"Can I taste you? Please, please," he begged slyly, tugging at your nipples once more, his mouth kissing you wetly and relentlessly all over your face.
Damn it, how could you say no when he asked you like that?
When he saw you nod, Taehoon gave you a malicious smile on his drunken face, turning you over so that you were lying properly on your back, lifting your clothes to have access to your thighs.
Once he had your legs spread, he licked his lips, eyeing your already wet, waiting pussy. In the blink of an eye, he buried his face between your folds, his tongue darting out and licking every inch of your flesh, licking your skin like a hungry man, making loud, impure slurping sounds.
You could feel his nose bumping against your clit every time he thrust his tongue into your needy hole, his hot muscle moving in and out relentlessly. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, leaving red marks from how hard he held you.
"Mmm, you're so hot..." he hummed against your slit, giving you a smile, then went back to licking you again.
You were so red, your cheeks burning as you writhed on the bed, your lips parted as you moaned, your hips moving back and forth, seeking more friction. Taehoon groaned as he felt your hand on his head, which you used to your advantage, pulling him closer and sinking him into your heat.
"Fuck-" you gasped, tugging at his hair, and he let out a low murmur in response, sucking hard on your clit and then plunging his tongue into your hole once more.
His cock ached and throbbed in his pants, and he couldn't help himself, unconsciously hunching over on the bed, devouring you desperately, wanting to taste your sweetness again and again.
Soon you began to feel that warm sensation forming in the pit of your stomach, your mind becoming increasingly blurred with each stroke of his tongue. Your juices trickled down his chin, his mouth completely wet from your arousal.
"Come, come, baby… come on my tongue," he said softly, working tirelessly on your pussy, with no intention of stopping.
And you were unable to contain the orgasm that washed over you when he licked and caressed you like that. You spilled your juices, and your eyes rolled back once you felt the hot liquid gush out of you.
You let out a moan mixed with a sigh, your face flushed red with pleasure.
Faced with the scene, Taehoon didn't have much to do. His cock, which had been throbbing painfully in the confines of his pants, no longer hurt; he only felt the heat building in his body. Only to feel the thick strands of semen spilling out, staining all his clothes. He didn't even realize it, he couldn't even control his own impulses, being so damn drunk.
Taehoon couldn't even hide the blush that appeared fiercely on his cheeks when you turned on the lamp on the nightstand and realized what had happened. He felt so embarrassed that he hadn't been able to hold back.
But you couldn't blame him. Every time he looked at your wet folds, he couldn't help himself; he felt all his blood rushing to his lower body.
"I love your taste," he said in a sweet voice, as if he hadn't devoured you like a starving man.
When you regained your senses, you focused your gaze on him, watching as he licked up the rest of your fluids, licking his lips when he finished, and then knelt down.
"I promise I'll make it up to you. I promise," he purred, and soon pulled down his pants, along with his underwear.
You saw part of his cock, the pink tip dripping, not only that, but it was all sticky with his semen. At that moment, you felt your pussy get even wetter.
Your legs remained open as you watched him, his hand firmly around his cock.
When he started masturbating, dirty, erotic moans escaped his mouth, moans so sly you could spend all night watching him.
Taehoon could feel his cock getting harder and harder in his hand, with each stroke, a small trail of precum running down its pink tip.
"Mhm... I'm going to fuck you. It'll feel so good…" she said very sweetly, but at the same time looking at you in such a mischievous way.
Once again, he positioned himself on top of you, his tip resting lightly against your entrance. His semen mingled with yours, your fluids mingling with his, creating a slippery mess.
You gripped the sheets tightly, biting your lower lip, your body involuntarily moving against him, begging for any further movement.
"You're so beautiful… I missed you so much," Taehoon purred, distracting you slightly, because right after that comment, he thrust hard against you.
He entered you in one swift motion, completely, without even letting you breathe. You went to heaven when you felt all of it stretching once more, your walls stretching to accommodate him, your tight pussy enveloping him tightly, making him groan in response.
"Fucking hard," he groaned, placing his hands on your hips, letting his fingers dig into your skin. "Looks like your pussy missed me, huh…" he grinned, as self-absorbed as only he could.
He slowly moved his body closer to yours, letting his weight rest slightly on you. His hips rocked against yours, his fingers leaving red marks on your hips.
Your mouth opened to release a silent moan, your eyes squeezed shut as he thrust deep inside, hitting that spongy spot that made you see stars all the time.
You swore you couldn't even hear yourself anymore, or recognize the embarrassing sounds you were letting out. The only sensation in your body was his sloppy thrusts, the tip reaching deep inside, occasionally grazing your cervix.
"Tight pussy, fucking good," he purred, his hips moving against yours almost involuntarily, as if he'd lost all control.
Just as he could no longer contain the sounds that escaped him every time you squeezed around him, your walls wrapped around his cock so tightly that he tried not to roll his eyes every time it happened.
You could already feel your body heating up again, you could even see the physical signs that it wouldn't be long before you reached the edge once more. Taehoon felt the same.
In a desperate, failed attempt to stifle his sounds, he placed his mouth on yours, kissing you passionately and ardently, increasing the speed with which he thrust inside you. In and out, in sync with the movement of your hips.
You felt your body tremble as he thrust his tongue into your mouth, exploring every inch, wanting to feel everything you had to offer.
It was the final straw that made you come, burning his cock, making another mess of the sheets. The sensation of you moaning against his mouth, or the way he felt you come so easily, was a spark of electricity through his body.
All you understood were a few curses that escaped him, then his hot semen inside you. He was going to pull out, damn it, he knew he shouldn't come inside you. But how could he pull out when you were snuggled so perfectly against him?
You were both a mess, barely able to breathe, his forehead resting beneath yours as he tried to catch his breath.
And then he smiled innocently and whispered, "Round two?"
You rolled your eyes; he wasn't serious.
"No, Taehoon." "You answered, and he nodded with a pout of disgust.
He quickly got off you, rolled to the side, and hugged you from behind once more, keeping you close.
"Are you sure? I-hic… I can get hard really fast," he insisted against your ear, and you shuddered in his arms at his husky voice.
"I know, but no."
"Hic… you're boring." He kissed your cheek, and two minutes later he was snoring like he'd run a twelve-kilometer marathon.
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