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One thing about Chan is that he will always make Hyunjin come at least twice before he does so himself. It certainly helps that she is so easy for him. Her orgasms never seemed to happen this quickly or this intensely with any of her previous sexual partners, but Chan has apparently broken the code. He was quick to figure her out after they first started dating because he tried and tried again until he got it, because he always asked her what she wanted. Now he knows just how to kiss her to make her toes curl up, can make her pussy throb with a grab of her waist or a tug of her hair or a single fucking look sometimes. In a nutshell, Hyunjin is whipped, and the worst part is that Chan probably knows it.
It’s way too hot today to do anything at all. Even with all the windows open and the electric fan turned on at full power, Hyunjin’s back is damp with sweat, sticking to the sheets she’s sprawled out on. The back of one of her bent knees itches as a droplet trickles down towards her calf. Her lips taste salty when she swipes her tongue across them. She feels nasty and sticky and gross. Chan, on the contrary, seems perfectly fine with the heat, and he doesn’t seem to mind letting Hyunjin just lay there while he does all the work for both of them. He always did say he loves to spoil her, though he does huff in amusement at her droopy demeanor. “Pillow princess,” he accuses teasingly. Hyunjin wants to retort, but then Chan slides a second finger into her pussy, and all that comes out is a gasp. Chan smiles wider and kisses the inside of her knee.
“You-you’re the one, who insisted on having sex,” Hyunjin protests meekly. “I was perfectly fine just napping in front of the fan for the rest of the day.” Nevermind the fact that Chan had done nothing but walk into the bedroom shirtless, and Hyunjin had bitten her lower lip and spread her legs for him like a bitch in heat without even thinking about it. Damn him for looking so unfairly attractive while sweaty. Damn him and his stupid big arms, and his stupid chest, and his stupid abs that Hyunjin wants to run her tongue all over.
Chan doesn’t even bother arguing back. He probably knows it’s all posturing, anyway. Hyunjin is so wet it’s hard to miss how much she’s enjoying what he’s doing. His fingers feel so perfect inside of her, the way his knuckles brush against her as he slides in and out, the way he always knows how to crook his fingers just right. “How many?” Chan says. He does that sometimes, asks how many orgasms Hyunjin wants today. She knows he’ll do everything in his power to give her as many as she asks for. The thumb of his other hand finds Hyunjin’s clit and makes it hard for her to answer.
“Dunno,” Hyunjin manages through a shaky moan. Her whole body prickles when Chan moves his thumb in a slow circle. Something about the way he’s looking down at her makes her feel a little bold, a little daring. A little dumb and reckless, perhaps. She breathes out a pleased sigh. “As… as many as I can take.”
Chan’s smile is sweet. Always so fucking sweet, even when he has two fingers buried in Hyunjin’s pussy and is without a doubt about to make her fall apart. “As you wish, princess,” he says. He crooks his fingers to massage her insides and adds a little more pressure on her clit. It doesn’t take long. It never does with Chan, almost like his hands are magic or something. Hyunjin feels her first orgasm building, a tingle in her belly that grows into a simmer that grows into a boil that grows into an inferno. She clutches at the sheets while she’s coming, pussy spasming around Chan’s fingers.
Chan keeps going until it becomes almost too much to take. Hyunjin’s legs threaten to squeeze closed, but Chan doesn’t let them. He drapes his forearm across one thigh to pin it down on the bed so he can continue rubbing Hyunjin’s clit into overstimulation and past the point of it. “Oppa,” Hyunjin sobs, squirming helplessly. “Oppa, please, I-I’m…”
“Shhh,” Chan shushes. “You’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. Just a little more, yeah?” Hyunjin’s lower lip wobbles. If she really wanted to, she knows she could make him stop, but she likes the feeling of pushing through the oversensitivity, and she likes making Chan proud, so she nods. He smiles and kisses her knee again, rumbling: “Good girl.” Miraculously, that’s all it takes. It’s less of a slow build and more of a sudden explosion going off in Hyunjin’s belly and leaving her to blink tears out of her blurry eyes. Her thighs are quaking.
“Fuck,” Hyunjin whimpers. She untangles one of her hands from the sheets and reaches down to grab Chan’s wrist. This time, he lets her. He stops his motions on her clit but leaves his fingers buried inside of Hyunjin, still crooked. Hyunjin has to remind herself to breathe. “Jus’... just gimme a second.”
Chan shifts to hover over Hyunjin so he can dip down and press a kiss to her cheekbone. When she tips her chin up with a pleading whine, he kisses her lips as well. Their chests stick together each time Hyunjin breathes in deep. The warmth of his body is almost too much to take when Hyunjin is already overheating, but she doesn't want him to move. “Do you know how pretty you look when you come?” Chan whispers against her mouth.
Hyunjin bites her bottom lip to contain a grin. “I don’t,” she says. It’s a lie, she has watched herself in the mirror many times while masturbating, but Chan doesn’t have to know that. She giggles. “Maybe you should film me sometime while you fuck me.”
Something dark flashes through Chan’s eyes. “Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he growls. They should do it. They could do it. Hyunjin still has that tripod somewhere in the back of her closet from when she tried to become a beauty influencer during quarantine. Her mouth drops open when Chan pulls his fingers out slightly only to go back in with three, pushing in as deep as he can go. God, she feels so pleasantly full, and she hasn’t even had his dick yet.
Chan sits back on his heels. He shoves Hyunjin’s thighs further apart with his knees, and he follows with his eyes as he lets his free hand roam slowly up the front of her body. She gulps when she feels his palm against her throat, halfway wishing he would leave it there. Alas, Chan only lingers for a moment before moving back down to grope one of her small tits, nipple catching in the spaces between his fingers. Hyunjin wets her lips. She tilts her head coyly to the side. “Aren’t you gonna make me come again, oppa?” she asks. She knows he’ll take it as a challenge. That’s exactly the intention.
Chan inhales a long breath through his nose. “I guess the second’s up, huh?” he says, mouth twitching with amusement. He slides his hand lower so he can press down firmly on her abdomen, and suddenly Hyunjin doesn’t feel so coy anymore. Chan starts moving his other hand, three fingers plunging in and out of Hyunjin until they can do so without any resistance at all, and then he curls them. He leans more of his weight on Hyunjin’s belly while fingering her, arms flexing, jaw clenched, brow furrowed. She can even hear how fucking wet she is with how much her pussy squelches as he fucks her.
Just like the other times, this climax happens fast. Hyunjin’s back arches when she comes on Chan’s fingers for the third time, body convulsing in the aftershocks. She can barely breathe through it all. Her head is spinning. Chan does not relent. He doesn’t slow down at all, and soon Hyunjin feels the climb of pleasure once more, except now it’s accompanied by another familiar sensation. She whines, something needy and desperate from the back of her throat. “Oh, oppa, I-I… I think I’m gonna–” She doesn’t even get to complete the sentence before it’s already too late. She feels the wetness leaking out of her, dripping down to her ass, coating the insides of her thighs. It seems to go on forever. A seemingly infinite amount. She squirts on Chan’s fingers, pulsing, gushing, dizzy, delirious, spine bending off the mattress like she’s a fucking contortionist.
Hyunjin slumps back down on the bed. Her chest is heaving with the pace of her breathing, lungs burning from lack of air. She still has it in her to shriek when Chan pulls his fingers out suddenly to rub them quickly across her soaking wet pussy and her sensitive clit. Hyunjin’s hips try to buck of their own accord, but she’s still pinned down by Chan’s palm pressing on her stomach. He’s relentless. Like this, he makes Hyunjin squirt again, liquid splashing against her legs and all the way up to her belly with the force of it, and it all feels so fucking unreal.
Hyunjin’s whole body is trembling almost violently. Her fingers and her toes are numb. Her head is floaty. “Holy shit,” Chan mutters. “Holy fuck. You’re incredible, baby.” He kisses his way from her knee down the inside of her wet thigh until she can feel his heavy breathing right against her pussy. She moans weakly when he drags his tongue along her folds, circling around her clit, and she manages to lift one shaking hand to tangle her fingers in his hair. She unsticks her eyelids to glance down at him. The sight of him looking up at her from between her legs, gaze dark and hungry, is enough to make her clench. “This okay?” He kisses her pussy, open-mouthed and lingering. “You got one more in you? Hm? For me?”
“Mh-hmm,” Hyunjin hums. She can’t get her tongue to cooperate, nor can she find the words to actually answer him, but she figures tugging on his hair to drag him closer is answer enough. She sighs when he goes in, eager and a little feral, eating her out as if he’s desperate for it. As if it's a fix he has been craving. He spears his tongue inside of her, and his big, beautiful nose nuzzles at her clit, and Hyunjin can do nothing but gasp for air and hang on for dear life. The way her stomach knots and cramps as she's slowly being pushed towards another orgasm is almost bordering on painful, and yet she doesn't want Chan to stop.
Hyunjin comes again, on nothing but Chan's tongue this time, but he's clearly not done with her. When she tries to squirm away from the oversensitivity, he curls his arms around both of her thighs so he can keep her in place. Chan wraps his lips around Hyunjin’s clit to suckle on it, and she practically howls. If she had any semblance of brain capacity left, she would probably worry about alarming the neighbors, but her head seems to be filled with cotton where her brain used to be. She tightens her hold on Chan's hair enough for him to groan at the pain, and the vibrations send Hyunjin over the edge one more time. She thinks she may have blacked out for a second because when the dark spots stop dancing in front of her eyes, her grip has gone lax.
Chan resurfaces. He looks a little wild with his red lips and wetness on his chin and down his neck. Idly, Hyunjin wonders if she squirted in his mouth as well. The thought of it makes her even more dizzy. “Good… good girl,” Chan praises again. He sounds a lot more shaky than he had the first time he said it, and his hand is shaking as well when he drags the back of it over his mouth.
Hyunjin exhales a long sigh. She slides her feet along the mattress to stretch out her legs, fully starfished out on the bed with her slender limbs. “I feel like my pussy’s about to fall off,” she mumbles. It makes Chan chuckle, but there's a slightly anxious edge to it. She drops her gaze and she realizes that he's still hard. She wets her lips. Inclines her head in the direction of his crotch. “You wanna do something with that?”
“I thought you said your pussy’s about to fall off,” Chan teases, and Hyunjin rolls her eyes.
“I mean, if you don't wanna fuck me–”
“Flip over,” Chan cuts her off before she can finish her jab. Hyunjin can barely get her drowsy body to cooperate, but with the help of Chan, she ends up laid out on her stomach. The breeze from the electric fan instantly cools down the sweat on her back and makes her shudder. It doesn't take long however before Chan drapes himself over her like a weighted blanket. He kisses the back of her shoulder. “Cold?”
Hyunjin hums. “I fucking wish.” She gasps at the drag of Chan's dick against her pussy as he rolls his hips. The head of it catches on her clit and she hides her face in the crook of her elbow to stifle a moan. “Go slow. Please.”
“I know, baby,” Chan says, and Hyunjin doesn’t doubt him in the slightest. She knows he tends to put her before himself. It’s why he always makes sure she gets her pleasure first and doesn’t even think about his own until he’s certain her needs are satisfied. He’s always so good to her.
And yet Hyunjin still likes to play hard to get sometimes. “You better fucking run me a cold bath after this.”
“I will,” Chan promises. He rolls his hips again, except this time his aim is better and his dick slips inside easily. He keeps going until he's buried deep, until Hyunjin senses the press of his hip bones against her ass, until she swears she feels him all the way in her stomach.
“A-and I want ice cream,” Hyunjin demands. “The actual good kind, none of that health nut bullshit you’ve been trying to sell me on.”
Chan's chuckle rumbles in his chest. “You drive a hard bargain,” he says. Hyunjin wants to make some sort of euphemistic wordplay about ‘hard’ and ‘driving’, but her brain still isn't fully back to normal function yet. It certainly doesn't help when Chan starts moving, fucking into her with slow, deep thrusts. Hyunjin moans every time he bottoms out. He always fills her up so perfectly, like her body was created just to take his cock. Chan nips at her ear. “What flavor do you want?”
“Piña Colada,” Hyunjin says. “The one from that one gelato place– ah!” Her voice cuts off into a squeak on the last word when Chan fucks deep into her once more. He does go slow, just like he said he would. She's still sensitive but he's gentle with her when he knows he needs to be. He always takes care of her so well. He always seems to know exactly what she needs. He sneaks one hand under her body and down between her legs so he can touch her again, and Hyunjin sobs into the pillow. “Oppa.”
“You're okay, baby girl,” Chan mutters. He presses another kiss to the back of her shoulder, one at the top of her spine, one behind her ear. “I've got you. You gonna give me one more?” Hyunjin doesn't even know if she can but she definitely wants to. For him, but also for herself. She’s a little greedy. “You’re okay. Just let go.”
Hyunjin’s final orgasm is mellow. A slow wash of pleasure that leaves her even more melted into the sheets than she already was. Through her haze, she feels Chan follow not far behind. His hips stutter to a stop, and his dick pulses inside of her. And it’s perfect. Hyunjin feels completely sated and relaxed. She most of all wants to nap for a few hours, but she knows she really should go for that cold bath she was promised. “Can’t move my legs,” she mumbles with her face pressed into the mattress. “Guess you’ll have to carry me.” She squeals and yanks her foot away when Chan tickles the bottom of it, and she turns her head to glare at him to the best of her ability. “Asshole.”
Chan chuckles. “Maybe next time,” he says, and Hyunjin groans when he runs one of his fingers between her asscheeks to press teasingly against her hole. Despite everything they’ve just done, she still feels a jolt of arousal in her belly. God, this man is definitely going to be the death of her. “What do you say I go fill up the tub, and then while you’re in the bath, I can make an ice cream run?”
Hyunjin feels her heart do that thing. That squeeze it does sometimes when Chan sends her a cute selfie in the middle of the day, or when he brings home dinner from her favorite restaurant, or when he buys her flowers just because. She exhales, long and slow. “Do you know that I love you, oppa?” she says. She’s sure he does, but sometimes she also feels a little guilty about not telling or showing him often enough.
Chan comes into Hyunjin’s field of view, stretched out on the bed by her side. His dimpled smile is devastating as usual. “I know, baby,” he says, pushing a strand of sweat-matted hair away from obscuring her face so he can lean in and kiss her. “I love you, too.”