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The barista at Minhee's favourite cafe, who usually works on Thursday, occasionally Friday, and Sunday is a bumbling mess. He makes good coffee, but nobody would know it at the sight of him. When Minhee started her new office job a year ago, this cafe was on the ground floor, right outside the building she worked in. Convenience was one plus. A cute barista was a second plus.
"'You gonna get a coffee with me?" Minhee asks her co-worker, Seungmin, as soon as they stepped out into the cool autumn air.
"Yeah, I can't stick around for long though. I have to pick Jisung up from the airport soon," Seungmin replies, following Minhee's lead as she crosses the small, stone courtyard to reach the little cafe.
"Where'd he go?"
"Business trip to the States," Seungmin explains as he and Minhee cross the threshold. "Some work program over there. He went over there, learnt some stuff at Juilliard and came right back."
"Juilliard? Holy shit," Minhee says.
"Yeah, fuck him for that. Didn't have to pay for a single thing."
"I will not fuck him for that. I'll leave that to you."
Indigolden was unsurprisingly empty at five on a Friday. Most people opt to work from home on a Friday, so they basically get a long weekend. Or at least go home early. Minhee likes going in on a Friday. Apart from being allowed to wear casual clothes, she likes the peace and quiet she gets, with only around forty percent of her co-workers going in.
Seungmin goes to continue, but there's the distinct noise of glass shattering that cuts him off. The noise makes the two of them look up, and Minhee just spots the flurry of black hair before it dips behind the coffee machine. Completely hidden from their sight.
"Oh my fucking god, you're such an idiot," someone laughs from behind the coffee machine.
"Shut up, Felix! Just get the dustpan, please."
That was Hyunjin. Minhee should've known as soon as she heard the glass break. Not because that kind of thing happened a lot, but three times was still a semi-significant number. Well, it was four now. As the two of them walk up to the register, the two baristas swap their tones to a rushed whisper. Too quiet for Minhee to hear anything until Hyunjin appears, grinning at her while Felix stomps away to the back area.
"Minhee," Hyunjin says, flushing. The barista pushes up his glasses with the back of his hand and nods in some sort of bow. "How are you?"
"Not that much different to how I was when we spoke yesterday," Minhee replies, taking her phone out in preparation to pay. "Is that a new earring?" She asks, noticing the hoop on his left ear has transformed into one that dangles.
Instinctively, his hand shot up to play with the changed earring, and if it were possible, he blushed even harder. "Uh, yeah. I bought it impulsively yesterday on the way home. Cute store on… I forgot the street name."
"It's hot. I like it."
Hyunjin, in his tall, pierced glory, all but passes out at the comment. Somewhere to her right, Seungmin sighs as Hyunjin stares at Minhee. Luckily, his brain reboots, but it still takes him a few moments to string words together.
"Thankyouminhee," Hyunjin coughs. "Um, skinny latte and...?"
"Latte, full cream, please," Seungmin finishes.
The talking subsides, the card reader's beep the only break in the silence before Hyunjin nods and walks off to make their order. Minhee and Seungmin take their cue and sit down at a little table for two. As soon as they do, Seungmin starts his interrogation. Granted, he hasn't visited the cafe with Minhee in a while. "What was that?"
"What was what?" Minhee asks, knowing full well what he was asking about.
"That! You called his earring hot, and he shut down," Seungmin whispered, barely audible over the sound of the coffee machine heating and frothing the milk. It had been a while since they'd gone to this cafe together, so it made sense that he didn't remember Hyunjin and his antics.
"Oh, yeah, Hyunjin's cute, so I flirt with him a little," Minhee replies easily. "You saw him last time we came here. He drew a heart with the milk in my coffee and you got a normal flower… thing."
Omitting the part where she would totally take her chances with him if it meant she got to continue going to this coffee spot on the days he worked without making things awkward if things didn't work out. Unfortunately, Hyunjin made amazing coffee. Minhee knew that he always took immense care in making her drink specifically.
"Right, well, it doesn't look like just flirting to me," Seungmin says. "He was giving you heart eyes. And I've never seen you actually indulge someone like that."
Minhee scoffs. "It's routine at this point. Besides, he's like twenty."
"No, he's at least—" Seungmin's cut off by the sight of the blond barista walking up to them with their lattes carefully placed on a tray.
He puts the tray down and starts taking the coffees off. Seungmin takes this as a perfect opportunity to settle his and Minhee's debate. "Hey, uh—" he reads the name tag. "Felix. How old's your friend over there?"
He almost drops Seungmin's coffee as he transfers it from the tray to their table. "Who? Hyunjin?"
Seungmin hums a yes.
Felix grins. "Twenty-three."
The three of them stay silent. Felix bows once more before walking back behind the counter, and it takes all of Minhee's strength to stay composed.
"You can't just ask people that!" She hisses as soon as Felix is out of earshot.
"Too late," Seungmin leans down to sip his latte. "You're welcome, by the way."
Four years between them. That was way better than ten. Not that she didn't enjoy their thirty seconds of back and forth two, sometimes three, times a week. But Minhee desperately wanted to know whether he wasn't just flirting with her for the sake of flirting with her.
Oh God, what if he was like this with every female customer? Despite her tendency to be guarded most of the time, she had to admit her guard around Hyunjin lowered. She let him flirt with her. Even the first time she'd come to this cafe, he'd slipped up and called her pretty, immediately blushing and backpedalling. Assuming it would get him to recoil, she complimented him right back. Suffice to say that didn't work, and ever since then, Minhee always loves to see him blush.
Her pride didn't allow her to take her chances, so for the past year, the two of them had been stuck in this endless cycle of flirting. Surely, if Hyunjin really liked her that much, that he shut down when she spoke to him, he would've asked for her number or something.
"What the hell?" Seungmin all but shouts, pulling Minhee out of her reverie. "He drew you a cat in your latte. I just got the standard latte flower pattern thing."
Minhee had been so engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn't even looked down at her coffee yet, let alone taken a sip. But Seungmin was right. Hyunjin had drawn a rather intricate cat in her latte art. It had been two months since they last spoke about cats when Hyunjin noticed the photo in the back of Minhee's phone, and she'd told him that was her cat that stuck with her throughout university. How long did it take him to learn to do that?
"He's so down horrendous," Seungmin laughs, taking another sip out of his latte. He's almost done, and Minhee can't stop staring at hers. "If you like him, I think you should take your chances."
"I haven't mentioned cats in months," Minhee whispers, mostly to herself.
With surprisingly shaky hands, Minhee picks up her coffee and tastes it. It's really fucking good. Late at night during a doomscrolling session, she'd learnt that to make good latte art, the milk had to be both the right temperature and texture. She couldn't exactly down it like Seungmin already did, but sipping was enough.
"Right, I've gotta go pick up my husband from the airport. You should really do something about the guy who would probably marry you if you asked." Seungmin places his cup back on his saucer and stands.
"I hate married people," Minhee sighs.
"I'm not kidding."
Before Minhee replies, Seungmin's out the door. She looks back down at her coffee, the art mostly ruined now that she'd taken a few sips. Now she doesn't know if she can stomach anymore, but she couldn't really expect her stomach to digest anything now that it was tied up in knots.
What the hell was she thinking? Worst-case scenario, he was joking this whole time. She had nothing to lose but her favourite coffee spot. Like the lawyer she is, she stands and marches over to the counter. Hyunjin's back is to her, but he whips around as soon as she clears her throat.
"What time do you get off?" She asks. Felix appears behind his co-worker and grins at her. Next to him, Hyunjin's mouth opens and closes uselessly, like a fish out of water.
"Right now. Hyunjin finishes right now, don't you?" Felix elbows him, and it's clear that he doesn't finish now. But Minhee doesn't care. It's her or work, and assuming the past year of flirting wasn't just for fun for him, she knows what he's going to choose.
"Yes!" Hyunjin says. "Let me get my bag."
Before Minhee can even respond, Hyunjin scrambles off to do what he said. Which leaves Felix and Minhee alone.
"I've been telling him to ask you out for months," Felix says suddenly. Should he be telling Minhee that? Probably not. She doesn't know how Felix expects her to respond.
A response doesn't matter, as Hyunjin bursts through the door, his bag strap fallen to his elbow as he struggles to zip up his hoodie at the same time.
"My place? It's about a five minute walk from here," Minhee asks before Hyunjin has even made his way up to the two of them. Honestly, she should've known Hyunjin wasn't one to take the lead. If she'd realised that earlier, maybe they wouldn't have wasted so much time.
Hyunjin nods, still stunned.
"I can cook us something. I'm a pretty good cook, if I say so myself. You're okay with spicy food, yeah?"
"Yeah, I can eat spicy food," Hyunjin replies, mystified.
"Follow me, then."
Minhee turns around, not doubting for a second that Hyunjin would follow her. Although, she's pretty sure he whispers a 'thanks' to Felix as he passes him, and she smiles to herself. The cold hits her face as soon as she steps back out into the cold air, but her face was relatively warm, anyway.
"What's this about?" Hyunjin asks her before they even left the plaza.
"You like me, right?" Minhee turns around and asks him, and she cringes at how accusatory the words sound as soon as they pass her lips. Too blunt for her own good.
"Yeah, I do. You're so beautiful and…" Hyunjin pauses to take a breath, also struggling to keep eye contact with her. Which was impressive considering all he had to do was look down, being a few inches taller than her and all. "I never thought you genuinely would ever want to um… hang out with me, so I never thought to ask. I'm too scared of rejection and—"
His words falter as Minhee places both of her hands on his chest and leans in to press her lips against his. For the briefest of moments, he freezes in place. Then his brain kicks in again, and he grabs her waist and pulls her in even closer. The smallest of whimpers escape him as Minhee moves her hands to the back of his head and kisses him harder. Tonight was going to be so much fun.
Just as she runs out of breath, so does he, and they break apart. Drenched in the awareness that they were in public again. People are probably staring.
"Still scared I'll reject you?" Minhee teases.
"Um, maybe? I don't know, I think you should do that again, just to be sure," Hyunjin says, pouting when she takes her hands off him completely, grabbing his hand and leading him to her apartment.
"Later. Let's get home first, loverboy," Minhee says, unable to help her smile.
Hyunjin lets her drag him for a bit before he falls into step next to her, his larger hand still capturing hers easily. Minhee quite likes this, she realises.
The five minute walk doubles in length, and she also realises she doesn't have to speed walk there like she's operating on borrowed time. Not when she's enjoying her time with Hyunjin, as he looks around the city as if it were his first time. Maybe he's seeing it in a new light. Minhee knows she is. For the whole walk, they just have a conversation. A long overdue one, given that their last year of communication had been merely a handful of sentences exchanged a few times a week.
"So fancy," Hyunjin whispers as they walk into Minhee's apartment building's lobby, his hand still holding hers.
"Hi, Minhee," the receptionist calls from his desk, and Minhee rolls her eyes at him, not actually annoyed. "Keep the noise down tonight, yeah?"
"Goodnight, Chan," she calls as she tugs Hyunjin into the elevator. The doors ding as they close behind the two of them, shielding them from Chan's view. Minhee didn't want him teasing her in case he got a glimpse of them making out because she couldn't wait another few seconds. At least she didn't know who was working security — not that she cared who saw them. Not that they were doing anything particularly indecent.
They manage to take their hands off each other long enough for Minhee to lead him to her front door. Anticipation swirls in her gut as she notices his shadow looming over her as she punches her code in and the door swings open.
The awkwardness returns while Hyunjin looks around her apartment. It's neat and tidy, like always. Nobody else to clean up after but herself. The Scrabble magnets on her fridge still spell 'Jisung was here' from a dinner party she hosted a few months ago. Other than the DVD case for 'Parasite' sitting on her coffee table, there wasn't any mess at all.
Minhee sheds her coat and hangs it up next to her door, and offers to hang Hyunjin's bag and hoodie on the other, mostly unused hook.
"So, foo—mmnff!" Minhee goes to ask Hyunjin if he wants anything to eat, but she takes him pressing her up against the door and moaning into her mouth as a 'maybe later'. His thigh presses between hers and fuck, the friction feels so good already.
No longer in public, Hyunjin lets his messy lips wander down the planes of her neck, nipping and sucking at the skin — a little too hard.
"Ah! Jinnie, you don't have to bite me that hard," Minhee gasps, and Hyunjin pulls away immediately. She can't let him give her neck hickeys, she was a professional working woman. What would her clients think if she walked into a deposition with evidence of Hyunjin's adoration stretching the expanse of her neck? Probably not good things.
"Did I hurt you?" He rushes. "I'm sorry, noona, I—"
Noona? That's a new one.
"It's okay," Minhee cuts him off, leading him the few steps to her couch. "Let me show you, because it's probably not a great idea for you to mark me up there." She touches him, silently telling him to sit. He does, so she straddles his lap, and it doesn't get past her, the way he melts under her touch. "Are you a virgin, Hyunjin?"
"What?" he asks in reply, half out of it. Minhee doesn't do the work for him. Instead, she lets his brain catch up and process her words. "What?" He asks a few seconds later, his hands flying from her hips to the cushions they sat on to stabilise himself from the shock. "Well, yes… but I'll try to make it good for you. I'll try… I will. Promise."
"You want this, though, right?"
"More than anything, noona," Hyunjin replies.
Looking at his state, Minhee wasn't expecting much from him. She wasn't even moving her hips at all, and he already looked three seconds away from coming. Honestly, had she waited a few more moments, her question would've been useless. Hyunjin hasn't got a clue in the fucking world. Minhee could show him, though.
"Just follow my lead," she says, pushing his shoulders so his back is against the couch. "I'll take care of you."
Slowly, she kisses down his neck and nibbles at the skin, not as hard as Hyunjin did, to show him how to do it properly. Granted, there were sometimes situations where a bite would be necessary, but that is not today.
The more time Minhee spends marking up Hyunjin's neck, the whinier he gets. His noises get more frequent as Minhee trails her mouth back up to his and grinds down on him. Already, she feels him hardening under her, and she has to force down her giggle for fear of scaring him away.
Hyunjin lets her take everything she wants, submitting to her so easily. Her lips guiding his every thought as he matches her pace. Again, Minhee rolls her hips slowly over the growing bulge in his pants, just to be mean, as she kisses him and tugs at the hair on the back of his head.
"Ahh..!" Hyunjin whines, his lips puffy and red from Minhee's abuse. "Noona, if you keep doing that I'm gonna—"
"Come?" Minhee smirks. To give him a little break, she stops her movement and trails her hand up his chest. Itching to get rid of it, but she isn't one to cave to temptation so easily. "Hyunjinnie, baby. You can do better than that."
Okay, maybe she would cave this time. Who could blame her when her cute barista was being this needy right in front of her? Besides, she could feel him just as much as he could feel her already, and that knowledge made desire pool low in her stomach.
Minhee grabs his face and makes Hyunjin look at her. It doesn't last very long. Her action rips an abashed moan from his throat and his eyes flutter closed. Then, his hands trail down from her hips to her thighs, and Minhee didn't think anything of it. Until Hyunjin tightens his grip a split second before picking her up.
In a completely different fashion to his hands' movement, her own quickly grab Hyunjin's shoulders for support. "Hyunjin!" Minhee gasps.
"What?" he replies easily, as if he wasn't on the verge of coming in his pants thirty seconds ago. "I'm not gonna drop you. Now where's your bedroom?"
"So we're definitely not having dinner yet?" Minhee asks. Hyunjin narrows his eyes at her through his glasses in response. "End of the hall."
He made coffee all day. How the hell is he this strong? Minhee isn't complaining though, not one bit. Why would she when Hyunjin nudges her door open the rest of the way with his foot to lie her down on the blankets? Everything is perfect, as far as she's concerned. Except the staring was getting a little weird, with Hyunjin just standing over her, staring. Both hungry and scared.
Minhee thanks herself, grateful that she had the foresight to change her sheets the day before. Now her bedspread was a dark red pattern mixed with black. Seemed fitting for tonight, even though her choice was completely unintentional. Could've just as easily been white with splatters of yellow and bright blue.
"Why don't you take my shoes off for me, pretty boy?" Minhee instructs, realising that he probably just needs more guidance.
She's right. As soon as Minhee finishes her question, he bends down slightly and undoes the buckle of her left heel. Carefully. He slides it off her foot before placing it on the floor, looking up at her for approval, or praise, maybe. Minhee doesn't give in.She just slides her other foot slowly towards him. Wordlessly, he undoes the buckle and slides it off her foot. Through the thin layer of desire clouding her vision, Minhee notices how big his hands are as his hand moves from her foot up her leg.
The thin layer of her tights stops his touch from burning her skin, but she quite likes the heat, so she starts taking them off. Tights are really annoying to take off lying down. Luckily, Hyunjin sees her struggling and helps her take them off the rest of the way.
"Finally," Minhee huffs as Hyunjin climbs onto the bed and sits between her legs awkwardly. His knees folded underneath him. "Come here," she says.
But he shakes his head, staying right where he is. His eyes flick between Minhee's face and where her skirt has flipped up. Almost as if he doesn't know where to look. "Can I eat you out? Please, noona?"
Minhee chokes. Asking Hyunjin to go down on her wasn't in the cards for tonight, but she would've offered to blow him if that's what he wants. Apparently not. For some reason, she's incredibly okay with that.
"'You sure you want to?" She asks him as she crawls back a little so she can put her head on a pillow.
"I want to. I really do," Hyunjin says. "I think about it a lot when I'm, uhh… you know."
So, his dirty talk could do with some work too. That's okay. He has all the time in the world to learn how to do it properly. Minhee giggles at him anyway.
"You're so cute," Minhee hums, carding her hand through his soft hair again as he settles between her legs.
"Not really the reaction I was going for," he mutters as he takes Minhee's panties off with her help, gaze fixed on her core. "I'll take it, though."
His warm breath is feather light against Minhee's skin, and it tickles in the same spots the cool air of her room touches. Hyunjin starts by kissing Minhee's thighs, and her breath catches, surprised by how well he's applied her two-minute hickey-giving lesson. A big part of her expected him to dive right in, trying to overwhelm her from the start. Evidently, that was not the case, as he focuses on everywhere but where she now wants him the most.
Even after a few minutes, the most attention her pussy has got is a few kisses in passing. Who taught him to do this? It was annoying Minhee now. Pride stops her from asking Hyunjin outright to hurry, which unfortunately leaves him teasing her, building the tension, winding up the coil.
"Hyunjin," Minhee whines after barely a minute more. "Enough teasing."
This motherfucker smirks. "Okay, noona."
His hands nudge Minhee's thighs open just a bit more before he finally, finally puts his mouth on her. Pleasure's electricity moves through Minhee's body, and she moans at the same time as Hyunjin lets out a muffled one. His lips latch onto the sensitive bud, and Minhee fights and accepts the pleasure simultaneously.
"You taste so fucking good," Hyunjin whimpers quietly, barely loud enough for Minhee to hear. Honestly, she would've missed it had the split-second of his lips leaving her body hadn't made her ears perk up. He doesn't keep his lips off Minhee for very long, diving right in as soon as he's done.
Somehow, Minhee musters up the strength to lift her head to look at him. And with the sight that greets her, she almost wishes she hadn't. Hyunjin looks so pretty, all focused on her cunt as he licks and sucks at her.
"Oh my god," Minhee moans, her head falling back on her pillow a split second before she lifts it back up to look at him again. "You're such a good boy for me, Hyunjinnie baby."
That gets him to look up at her through his glasses — actually, how were they still on was a better question — but he doesn't stop. She just feels him moan against her, and it's enough for the heat to start burning, hot and deep in her gut.
Then she notices the shallow ruts of his hips as he grinds into the mattress, and the sight almost triggers her orgasm. Instead, her hands fly back to his hair, and her hips arch up to meet his mouth. Hyunjin doesn't pull away. If anything, he moans loudly in appreciation and continues eating.
"Yeah, that's right. Eating out your noona so fucking well, baby," Minhee encourages, the pleasure building faster in her gut than it had the past few months when she was forced to deal with her horniness herself. Her hands return to his hair and tug lightly on the strands.
Despite her encouraging hold, Hyunjin leans back a little, only to spit on her clit and dive right back in. The sound is almost as obscene as the feeling of his plush lips lapping at her, as she can't help the way her thighs tighten around his head, trapping him. He holds her open, though.
"Fuck, Hyunjin—" she moans, already writing her apology note to her neighbours in her head. At least this wasn't a regular thing. "Just like that, oh my god, baby. Fuck—!"
Hyunjin moans when Minhee's breath catches and her body freezes for a few seconds, his lips and tongue not stopping their beautiful assault on her pussy. He licks her through the shakes and sounds of her orgasm, drinking up every drop of release which makes her cry out even louder in slight overstimulation.
Tremors run their course through her body even after Hyunjin takes his lips off her, both of them panting. For a long while, he stays between her thighs, presumably staring.
"My god," Minhee huffs, encouraging Hyunjin over to her. "You're a natural."
His eyes sparkle as he climbs over her, though they're partially blocked because of how fogged up and dirty his glasses were. Oh well, Minhee had a sink and soap. He could clean them later.
"Really?" he asks before he leans down into her touch and kisses her. Minhee tastes hints of herself on his tongue. It makes her a little dizzy, if she were being completely honest. Dizzy was preferable to completely drunk.
"Really," she confirms. "You did so well for me," Minhee says, cradling his blushing, slightly sweaty face.
"I'm glad," Hyunjin smiles, bashfully nuzzling into her hand. "Can I do it again? Please?”
Minhee chokes, her response a lump in her throat. He apparently doesn’t need one as he’s shedding his shirt and tugging her skirt off her without another word. Not that it really got in the way the first time, but less distraction was nice, she assumes.
To help him out, Minhee sits up and slowly undoes the buttons of her silk blouse. Still teasing him. Not that he notices the obvious smirk on her face as his gaze is fixed on her fingers. The silk crumples on the bed as she shrugs herself out of it, and a part of her wishes she wore a nicer bra. Maybe something lacy.
But again, if someone told the Minhee of this morning that she would have Hyunjin the barista in her bed, drunk on the taste of her cum by sunset, she would’ve laughed and put on her plain cotton bra anyway. So there’s nothing she could’ve done.
“So pretty,” Hyunjin whispers, reverent. His large hands running down the planes of her stomach. He kisses her, encouraging her to lie down again.
“You’re serious?” Minhee asks, going easily with his guiding touch.
“The most serious I’ve been about anything in my whole life,” Hyunjin says, and she laughs at the seriousness of his tone. “It’s not funny,” he insists, but the smirk she sees as she lifts her head slightly tells her he finds it a little funny.
Given he’s so serious, Minhee lets him settle between her legs away. This time, he spends more time examining her with his fingers. Sliding his pointer and middle up and down her slit, his breath stays hot on the inside of her thigh.
He coaxes an unexpected moan from her when he slides those two long fingers inside her. The stretch — so little and so much at the same time — sets Minhee’s nerves on fire all over again. Then he starts thrusting them in and out of her, curling them when he reaches his deepest point. Minhee barely gets the chance to let out another noise of pleasure before his mouth is on her clit again, promptly stealing all rational thought from her for the longest of seconds.
She tries to squirm away from his eager mouth, but all her thigh strength is rendered useless as he holds her open with his free hand. Again.
There's no way he hasn't done this before.
"Fucking hell, Hyunjin…" she moans, tugging at his hair, feebly trying to get him off. But she hasn’t changed her mind, and wouldn’t in a million years.
Luckily, he ignores her. Instead, he tries to bury himself further into her cunt, if that were possible.
"You taste so fucking good," Hyunjin rushes, completely breathless and gasping. "Have I said that already? I don't know."
Before Minhee can even respond, his mouth is on her again. Overstimulation overtakes every limb as she shakes, and yet she doesn't really want him to stop. Through half-lidded eyes, Minhee can see the concentrated furrow of his brow. He's so cute. The longer he goes on, the more evident it becomes that he hasn’t done this before. His sucking and the curling of his fingers less and less in time with each other as his own desperation grows beyond something he can control.
"C'mon, noona," he hums against her. "You can give me one more, right? I need one more. Please, noona."
If Minhee got her way, she would have Hyunjin's stupidly big cock in her mouth right now. She guesses she'd just have to wait until next time. Maybe tomorrow, if she's lucky.
His long fingers crook, hitting that soft, gooey spot inside her and Minhee cries out, "Oh, fuck! Right there, Hyunjin." Hyunjin moans against her, and fuck if he isn't the most eager to please thing she's ever seen. "Good boy… you're so good, aren't you?"
With the way he was handling himself, Minhee is convinced he was born to eat her out. It's not often she's reduced to so few words, with the only thought going through her mind being ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod, but that's exactly what Hyunjin and his naturally skilled fingers and mouth have done.
She relaxes her entire body, letting the waves of pleasure wash over her, knowing it would soon tense up with her orgasm. A few moments later, she screws her eyes shut as the heat peaks in her gut. Just like he did the first time, Hyunjin doesn't stop. Even when she's shaking around his head until her body gives out, he stays licking the remnants of her orgasm as she clenches around his fingers. It's so sweet and overwhelming. He's being so good for her. She can't stay sane in these conditions. Not when Hyunjin's between her thighs, still trying to suck her soul out even after two orgasms.
"I could stay down here forever," Hyunjin moans, removing his lips from Minhee just as her body starts jerking from the constant overstimulation. He straightens his glasses and starts tugging his pants off. "My new favourite…" He genuinely stops getting undressed to think. "Drink? Food? Activity? I don't kn—"
Words die in his throat as Minhee innocently takes her bra off, discarding it somewhere on the floor. She cocks her head at him, "Why'd you stop talking? I didn't stop listening."
"You can't just pretend like that shit doesn't affect me," Hyunjin whines, throwing his pants and underwear on the floor too. Holy shit, he's fully naked. Obviously Minhee was going to see him like this at some point tonight, but nothing could've prepared her for the sight of the soft lines of his stomach, his delicious v-line, leading down to his massive dick. His tip has a steady stream of precum running down its side, and Minhee desperately wants to lick it up. Except Hyunjin almost pounces on her and starts squeezing her boobs and playing with her nipples.
"You like them?" Minhee asks, giggling slightly at his adorable expression as he kneads her boobs like a cat.
"I get it now," he replies with a whisper.
Now, Minhee was a run of the mill bisexual woman who didn't prioritise her dating life. Meaning, her toy collection was pretty expansive, especially for a size queen like herself. She had a large range of toys, either meant to be used on her partners, herself, or both. Somewhere along the way, she worried that she'd spend way too long getting used to needing a well endowed partner to get off that anything smaller would count as a disappointment. Disappointment is not in the cards for tonight, assuming Hyunjin knew how to use it.
His pleasant expression transforms into one of genuine horror. "I don't have condoms in my bag. For obvious reasons. Um. Do you have any?"
She doesn't, and honestly, she can't remember the last time she did. About a year ago, she found a pack of them stowed away in her bedside drawer, but they were expired, so they'd been binned. She can't even remember who she'd used them last with, but after that, there had been a few women, but after that, nobody. Until Hyunjin. And obviously tonight wasn't planned, so really, when was she supposed to buy condoms? Whatever.
"No, but I'm on the pill to help with my period," Minhee reassures him. "I'm okay with you not using on—"
"Are you sure?" Hyunjin asks. "Because the pill isn't a hundred percent effective. I could pull out. Even though that's not really a good birth control method on its own. Or, I could just eat you out again."
"Jinnie," Minhee pushes herself up to kiss him quiet again. "It's okay with me if it's okay with you. I know what I'm doing."
"'s okay," Hyunjin nods dumbly. "More than okay… fuck, noona."
Their lips meet one more time in a heated kiss, and Minhee takes it as an opportunity to wrap her legs around his middle for support. They're a lot weaker from the orgasms, but the grounding touch helps. Even as Hyunjin pulls away, as sweaty and nervous as anything, he's not shaking. A good sign if Minhee has ever seen one.
Before she thinks better of it, she reaches forward, taking his glasses off and sliding them on herself. Probably not the best idea, considering his prescription was actually kind of strong, but it was worth it.
"What are you doing?" He asks, whining. "Now I can't see you properly."
"I want you to fuck them off me."
He almost collapses on top of her in shock. His mouth hangs open all the same. His brain rebooting for the second time today.
"Okay," Hyunjin nods, blinking rapidly as if that'll get his eyes to focus. "Okay, noona. Okay, okay."
With a shaky breath, he lines himself up at her entrance, his free hand on her thigh, and freezes. Minhee just keeps her gaze focused on him. She knows he just wants to do well, just wants to make her proud. And he will, no matter what he does. There's nothing for him to worry about.
He pushes his tip in, and he gasps a little gasp. The sound is so cute and raw it makes Minhee's stomach flip. He gets his breathing under control, finally having enough mental strength to push the rest of the way inside Minhee. Making space inside her for himself for the first time. They both moan, the stretch the best kind of overwhelming. Hyunjin's free hand trails down Minhee's body to rest right above their point of connection. His eyes wide in disbelief.
Impatient, Minhee goes to lift her hips up for some friction, but he cries out and lets go of her thigh and stomach to hold her hips down, "Stop—please don't move just yet. I need a second… please."
Usually, Minhee would've teased her partner for that, but as Hyunjin has already coaxed two orgasms out of her before he even slid inside her, she figures she should put the teasing on hold for now. Instead, she encourages Hyunjin to lean down so she can kiss him. Naturally, she keeps him there, her hands running and scraping down her back. Her nails leave red stripes all over his back, and she can't wait to look at them later. Given Hyunjin hasn't told her to stop, she's pretty sure he shares a similar sentiment.
Then, he finally starts moving, and Minhee almost passes out. She can literally feel him everywhere, his dick brushing the deepest spot inside her, and she can't help but arch into his touch, hoping he'll reach just that bit deeper.
"Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit," Hyunjin mumbles in his pussy-drunk haze. "You taste like heaven and you feel like heaven… noona, are you sure you're real?"
"Pretty sure," she giggles. "Now stop talking and fuck me, Hyunjin."
"Yes, noona."
To his credit, he tries, but unfortunately Hyunjin's god-given sex skills start and end with oral. Which is better than having none, Minhee supposes. Where his lips pulled Minhee apart, carefully, even though every one of his movements were laced with desperation, his hips have no rhythm. His thrusts are more juts of his hips as he rams his cock into Minhee's sensitive pussy, and while there was a time for that kind of fucking, it wasn't tonight. Minhee was just too sensitive right now.
But fuck, he's trying. It's evident in the shine of sweat gleaming over his entire body, the furrow of concentration in his brow as he looks down at the point where they connect. In his defence, Minhee did tell him to fuck his glasses off her. It's not terrible by any means. It could just use some work. And again, that was something Minhee was more than happy to show him.
He sobs into her neck, kissing — mouthing at would be a more accurate term — the skin. Obviously overwhelmed by the desire to make Minhee feel good. To be good for her.
"Hyunjinnie, baby," Minhee whispers, coaxing him out of her neck and to look at her.
Tears of pleasure have welled in his eyes, and looking at her doesn't do him any good as he whimpers and looks away, nesting his face back into the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry, noona," he mumbles into her, his thrusts slowing. "I'm trying. So hard — I really am. I just—"
"It's okay, baby," Minhee assures him. "Why don't you let me take over?"
He pulls away from her neck to study her face. "Wha—"
"Let me ride you," she suggests. "I'll show you what I like."
Hyunjin nods almost instantly, "Whatever you want, noona."
The emptiness Minhee feels when Hyunjin slips out of her is a few inches off cruel, but she ignores it as they swap positions. Now, Hyunjin is the one sinking into the sheets with a sigh as Minhee readies herself above him, feet planted by his sides. Hyunjin looks so small at Minhee's mercy, and she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the power that came with his surrender. Knowing that he trusted her so deeply already.
"Relax for me, baby," Minhee reminds him, noticing his balled fists and tense muscles. "Be a good boy and breathe."
He exhales the breath he's been holding for no reason, only for it to get caught in his throat as Minhee runs her hands up and down his length a few times for good measure. Wow… It's so thick and heavy in her hands she almost drools.
Pointless, considering she was about to ride it.
Noticing his fingers still flexing by his side, Minhee picks them up and moves them to her boobs, thinking he'd appreciate being told what to do in this instance. She's right, as he moans and immediately squeezes them like he was moments ago.
Now that she's solved that problem, she wraps a hand around his cock, stroking it a few times before lining herself up. Minhee sinks down on him, inch by inch, and Hyunjin cries out, his hands flying out to stabilise himself. Not breathing. She couldn't really blame him. The stretch was fucking incredible.
Before she forgets, she takes off Hyunjin's glasses and slides them back on for him. He'll fuck them off her another day, she's sure.
"What did I say?" Minhee reminds him anyway.
"Breathe," he wheezes. "I'm trying to."
It takes him a few seconds, but he develops a steady breathing rhythm that crumbles immediately when Minhee lifts herself up, only to sink right back down to the hilt. Minhee leans forward for two reasons. One, grinding is going to let her hit a better angle. And two, now she can put her hand on Hyunjin's chest to guide his breathing.
Luckily, Hyunjin gets himself under control, and Minhee can settle her grinding into a rhythm soon enough. Every swivel of her hips drives Hyunjin further up the sheets, his hands grabbing at her every inch as he's overwhelmed with pleasure.
"See? That's better, isn't it, baby?" Minhee asks. "So much better when your noona takes care of you, hm?"
"God, yes," Hyunjin moans, his eyes squeezed shut. "S-so good. Noona's so good."
"Maybe one day I can fuck you for real," Minhee whispers. "Show you how to do it properly."
A gamble of a suggestion. Minhee didn't know many straight guys who were into being pegged, but Hyunjin didn't seem fully straight, so she took her chances by insinuating that she wanted to peg him. If he didn't want it, then she'll just move on. Besides, there were many things she wanted to do with Hyunjin. Pegging was just the tip of the iceberg.
"What?" Hyunjin asks, fighting his eyes open.
"I need to show you my pretty harness collection," Minhee says as nonchalantly as she can. "Maybe you can pick the one I wear when I fuck you with it. If that's something you want…"
Now she's the one holding her breath as she waits for Hyunjin's cotton-filled brain to process her words. Three seconds later, he moans, and Minhee grins with relief. Jackpot.
"Please."
"Yeah? Noona will show you how to fuck properly," Minhee assures him, moving her hands to his hips, speeding up her movements. "One day, baby. Promise."
Each time she lowers herself feels like she's sinking down on him the first time. A feeling she thinks she might never get used to. It feels so fucking good, and the obscene noise of skin against skin only makes things hotter as Minhee fucks herself up and down Hyunjin's cock.
"Shit, Hyunjin," she moans, letting the pleasure take over her body. "You're so fucking big—feel so good for me."
Poor Hyunjin can't do anything but whimper, his mind clearly reduced to something akin to goo as Minhee sinks herself down on his cock repeatedly. The strain of trying not to come before her evident on every part of his red, flushed body. God, he was so good.
His hands fall from where they were playing with Minhee's boobs, and they run down her stomach before they rest on her thighs. But she doesn't miss it.
"Fuck—w-wait," Minhee pants, pausing her riding for a moment. "Do that again."
"This?" Hyunjin says, running his hand down her stomach.
That's when they both feel it. Hyunjin's cock so deep inside her that the tip kicks against her stomach. It takes everything Minhee has not to come on the spot. She didn't think shit like that was real. But it was, and they were living proof that some dicks were so big they showed.
"F-fuck noona," Hyunjin whimpers. "You look so pretty t-taking my… cock like that. Oh, my god…"
Minhee tries to look down to watch Hyunjin's stupidly big cock jut against her stomach when she starts riding him again, but it's an incredibly difficult thing to do given the pleasure clouding her senses, too.
"I'm gonna be leaking you for days," Minhee moans. "When you come that deep inside me. God, Hyunjinnie. Need it so bad."
"Noona," he squeaks shortly in response. "Gonna—"
Every roll and bounce barrels her closer to the edge she's been teetering on for a while. She's honestly surprised Hyunjin's lasted as long as he has, considering he hasn't even come once, and was trying his very best to hold it off when they were on the couch, what seemed like hours ago.
"Let go for me, good boy," Minhee says, her tone sweetly commanding. "Come inside noona."
Like always, he does what he's told, always wanting to be good for Minhee, and he comes shortly after. Deep inside her, and she's surprised there's even space for the come considering most of it's taken up by his cock. His warmth spills inside her. The pleasant sensation triggering her own release. Her legs give way and her back bows as she shudders through her release. So much more intense than her previous two, as her eyes threaten to roll out of her head. Her cunt clenches around him, trying to milk him for everything he's got, even though that's exactly what he did as he whimpers at the feeling.
As soon as her twitching subsides, she carefully lifts herself off him, only to lie right back on top of him, whispering praise and reassurances into his ear.
"You did so well for me, Hyunjinnie," Minhee says, the nickname apparently sticking outside of sex. "How do you feel?"
"Amazing," Hyunjin says. "I promise I'm good, noona. That was a lot, but it was good. So good."
Minhee can't help but grin at him. She also can't help whatever takes over her body, causing them to roll around in bed, just kissing each other for a few more minutes until they're breathless and giggling. Honestly, Minhee could've kissed him a lot longer, but they're interrupted by the bodily alarm that is her stomach begging for food. It had been hours since she last ate. The only thing since her lunch break was the coffee Hyunjin made her, which she didn't even drink all of.
"Sorry, I'm a bit hungry," Minhee apologises with a smile as her stomach stays begging for attention.
"I can order food so it'll be here by the time we finish in the shower," Hyunjin suggests, rolling out of bed and looking for his phone.
"No need," Minhee says easily, her phone already in her hand and scrolling through delivery apps. "What do you want?"
"I said I can order it," Hyunjin insists, stepping to her side of the bed.
"No. One of us is a part-time barista. One of us is a full-time lawyer. I'm paying for dinner."
"Yes, noona. Sorry for suggesting otherwise," Hyunjin backs away with a bow. Clearly sarcastic, even though mere minutes ago those words wouldn't have sounded sarcastic in the slightest.
"Brat." Minhee rolls her eyes.
They decide on an Italian place nearby Seungmin suggested a few weeks ago, but Minhee forgot about until now. Perfect timing, she thinks. What better time to try it out than now?
"So, you want to stay over tonight?" Minhee asks as they head to the shower. Quickly. Apparently, the food was going to arrive in half the time they thought it would.
"Of course I do," Hyunjin replies, taking his glasses off as Minhee turns the water on. Letting it heat up before they get in. "Maybe we can actually go on a date tomorrow. I'll take you out somewhere nice. Maybe a cat cafe?"
Minhee grins as her heart swells, and it takes all of her strength to stay composed and not kiss him silly against the shower wall.
"Aren't you sick of cafes?" She asks instead.
"Not if you're there," he responds easily.
Minhee pushes him into the shower and kisses him silly, anyway. A whispered 'I'd love to go to the cat cafe with you' is mumbled somewhere in between their kisses as they wash off everything but the memory of what'd happened between them over the past few hours. She doesn't want to get ahead of herself — that never ends well with her — but she can't help but hope that this lasts for at least a while. Minhee likes Hyunjin. A lot. And she intends to keep him in her life, and will try to make him happy as long as he lets her.