#fantasylibrary

Jaeyoon:

Loves any kind of attention he gets from you - especially physical. So he would also love this little habit of yours and embrace it fully. I think he’s one to love picking you up and sitting you down on his lap when you want to cuddle while you’re tired, so that you can curl up while leaning against his chest and listening to his calming heartbeat. He would also have one of his hands gently patting your head, and the other holding you in place securely, while he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear and watch you slowly drift off to sleep on top of him.

Dawon:

He’d love the sudden attention but is very bad at expressing it. So when you crawl up to him before sleeping one night and cling to him sleepily, he will acknowledge it with a giggle and then put his arms around you to hold you close, leaving you no chance to escape - though that wasn’t your plan anyway. He would ruffle through your hair and lightly pinch your cheeks and the look on his face as he does so would make it very apparent how absolutely love-struck he is because of you. Will also shower you in little kisses everywhere to make you laugh too, and only stop when you finally fell asleep in his hold.

Zuho:

Aside from the fact that he’d most likely get just as cuddly when he’s tired, he loves any kind of affection he can get from you. So it wouldn’t be a big deal for him when you snuggle up to him, about to fall asleep. He would embrace you and attack the top of your head and everywhere on your face he can reach with little pecks and kisses. His heart would probably beat like crazy though, but at the same time having you near would calm him down, so that eventually you would end up falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Rowoon:

Flustered and tries to play it cool, but he can’t keep his true feelings from showing on his face. He’ll just put his arm around you as you snuggle up to him and let out a huge yawn, but as soon as your eyelids fell shut he will find himself staring at your cute face and getting lost in your innocent expression. When you open your eyes again he will look away, and you can see the tips of his ears getting red. Snuggle up to him more closely and give him some time, he will get used to this soon, and as soon as he has accepted that he simply cannot stop his heart from almost beating out of his chest in this situation, he will wrap his body around yours and hold you tight.

Taeyang:

Just like Rowoon, he will probably be a bit awkward as well in the beginning, but a bright smile will light up his face soon enough when you sleepily hug him out of nowhere. Will coo over you and hold you close. “Are you tired, baby?” he’ll ask, even though the answer is obvious. He’ll find it adorable how you nod at his question and chuckle to himself, so you can feel the vibrations through his chest. “Then let’s go to bed,” he’ll suggest and lead you there - or carry you there if you’re unwilling to budge. Will make sure you’re comfortable in bed and let you fall asleep in his arms.

Hwiyoung:

Shy about it but he secretly loves having you close to him, and being able to hold your body near his to feel your warmth and your weight on his chest. He loves having you snuggle up to him at any time, but finds it especially cute when you do so in a half asleep state. Seeing you like this, he can’t help but feel that he wants to protect you at all cost, so he will make sure to wrap you into a warm blanket and not leave your side until you’re fast asleep. By morning he will still be there, holding you, ready to wish you a good morning with a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

Chani:

Your boyfriend sniffed.

"Can I come in?"

You pressed your lips together, noticing for the first time the tears in his eyes. You wasted no time then.

"Of course!"

You helped him get in and then closed the window again. You took him by the hand, making him sit on your bed, you by his side.

"Did something happen, Young?"

He sniffed again, looking away.

"They've done it again, Y/N."

You froze. You knew very well how Youngkyun's parents could be harsh, even mean to him. You took his hand in yours, holding it tightly.

"What happened?"

"They... they've said I'm a waste of space. Useless. That if I wasn't born they'd be in much better shape," the boy shook his head. "That they could've even been able to own a decent house if I wasn't there to ruin their lives," tears were running down his face nonstop and you could do nothing but look. Your heart felt like ripping apart.

"Youngkyun," you said. "Look at me," he did, his eyes visibly moist even in the dim light. You took his face in your hands. "You are important. You are special. You are worth it. Do you get it?" he tried looking away once more, but you didn't let his face go. "Don't let them get to you," you said, your voice a little softer now.

"It's just... it's so hard!"

"I know, I know," you let your fingers run through his eyes, drying them little by little. "They're unhappy, you know? But not because of you," you told him. "Your parents are miserable because of their own decisions and you've got nothing to do with that."

"I'm not sure about that..."

"Young," you got closer to him, your faces now only a few inches apart. "Think about the people you've met outside of your house. Think about all your friends, everybody who loves you, me included. We love you because you deserve to be loved, uh?" you pressed a delicate kiss in each of his crying eyes. "You do. You are amazing and I wouldn't want any one else to be by my side other them you."

Youngkyun started crying even more, but this time it was different. He really did seem to get how wonderful of a human being he was, how much he was loved by you and all your friends. He hugged you tightly and you did the same in return, giving him little pats in the back every few seconds.

"It's alright, it's alright."

You have no idea how many minutes you spent in that position, but at the end you were both calmer and warmer in each other companies. After a long time, Youngkyun let go of you and sat with his back against the wall.

"Come here," he said.

You let a small smile spread in your face and did as he said, sitting between his legs and letting your back rest against his chest. He kissed you briefly on the lips and put his arms around you.

"Thank you for always being here for me."

You looked up, sleepness threatening to take you away any time.

"I'm the one who has to thank you for having you in my life."

Your boyfriend chuckled, eyelids feeling as heavy as yours.

"Let's just agree to us both thankful."

You smiled and looked at him for the last time before closing your eyes for good.

"Alright then. Let's agree to that."

The sound of the door opening made you whimper. You didn't want to wake up, you were just too comfortable for that.

"Y/N, did you see the... what the hell?!"

You opened your eyes, seeing your mom at the door.

"I don't-" you stopped mid-sentence, remembering that Youngkyun was still with you. "Oh," you nudged him slightly and he woke up as well.

Hearing the commotion, your father and younger sister ran into the room, expressions as confused as your mother's at seeing the boy in your bed.

"Guys," you chuckled lightly. "This is my boyfriend, Youngkyun."

You explained the situation to your parents and twenty minutes later you were all having breakfast at the kitchen. To be honest, your parents knew you had a boyfriend, but they've never really taken it seriously. They've always thought it was just a silly high school romance with no real seriousness at all. Well, looking at the way you and Youngkyun looked and took care of each other, they seemed to have changed their mind now.

"You can come whenever you like," your father told your boyfriend.

"Yeah," your mom agreed. "Think of here as your home."

"Thank you so much," he answered shyly and when he looked back at you, you smiled. Without words, you told him this place was in fact his home. He chuckled. "You are."

The smile you gave him in return was so large you thought the corners of your mouths could rip apart. And you didn't care one bit.

"What did you say?" your mother asked.

"Don't worry about it," you told her with a grin and kept eating.

You hated crying, not because you seemed weak when you did so, but because it was different from when you were having a mental breakdown and needed to let it all out. You basically had no reason to cry, and some people did, some people didn’t, but you cried all the time when you were cutting onions, and you couldn’t help it.

You knew the scientific reason behind this phenomena, and you had tried literally everything you could have from wearing goggles to washing the knife with water one more time before cutting the onions, but your search for the perfect method of cutting onions without crying seemed to be in vain.

So you were weeping in the kitchen, head above the cutting board, eyes already a bit teary and vision blurry, when the front door was opened, and Jaeyoon’s honey voice could be heard from afar.

“I’m home,” he singsonged joyfully, his sweet voice making you smile despite the obvious tears running down your face. You shouted back to him that you were in the kitchen, and soon, you heard his footsteps closer and closer to you and you felt two loving arms embracing you from behind in the next moment.

However, Jaeyoon caught sight of your crying face when you turned around to look at him, and he instantly went on full panic mode, his eyes twice as wide as before. His lips turned into a thin line, affection and warmth swimming in his chocolate-brown orbs, and you could literally see all kinds of scenarios running through his head.

“Oh my god, what happened? Are you okay? Did someone hurt you? Did you hurt yourself?” he exclaimed absolutely in terror, the sight of your crying state usually a rare thing.

Even though you had cried before in front of him, sometimes even because of movies, but it had usually been because of a bad day, some self-doubt or stress because of university or work. You two had been together since your first year of university and it had already been five years, both of you starting work, your families meeting each other multiple times ever since, spending holidays with each other, then moving together, decorating your newly rented house together, going on vacations, attending a friend’s wedding and cousin’s birthdays, and of course, going through the best and the worst times. Together.

Jaeyoon was the best boyfriend you could have asked for. He had the right kind of balance between his joking and caring state, you always knew when he was merely teasing you, and it was a bonus because you could avoid multiple misunderstandings thanks to this level of understanding each other. He was also very attentive, the most attentive person you had ever met before, his beautiful eyes shining with fondness and care every time you were talking, let it be about your annoying neighbour or some of your worries that didn’t let you sleep at night. You felt loved, appreciated and cared for beside him, and he had so much love to give, starting from small surprises such as a breakfast in bed to him finding your favourite kind of chocolate at the store and buying five of it immediately.

With him, it was easy to split up tasks because he didn’t feel superior to you, nor did he feel like just because you were a woman and he was a man, then suddenly you couldn’t change light bulbs and he shouldn’t do the dishes. It was quite the opposite. Both of you had your fair share of housework, you also took care of the garbage and recycling together - one week was yours, the other was Jaeyoon’s -, he always cleaned his dirty dishes when he left for work in the morning, and he helped you out with anything he could from vacuuming to making meals. He was actually a pretty good cook, so you couldn’t complain, but his effort was still the one you appreciated the most, and it couldn’t not be rewarded with a stolen kiss, cooking his favourite dish, lightning his favourite candle or buying sweet little treats for him.

You had a very balanced and healthy relationship, you would say so, and those years behind you were proofs for your tight bond that had become tighter and tighter as time went by. Sometimes he really did overreact certain things and he could be a bit oblivious as well, just like this time, but you couldn’t be angry at him.

“No. It’s just the onion,” you reasoned between two sobs as you pointed at the said ingredient with your knife, and he followed your moves, his eyes settling on the cutting board. You tried to hold back your tears, but they kept flowing, and it didn’t help either that now your nose was also runny.

“Oh, it’s okay. I like yellow onions, too, not just red onions,” he tried to reassure you, and you would have laughed if you hadn’t been looking for a tissue. Your eyes were seriously prickling, making your vision even blurrier.

“No, I don’t mean that,” you counter-attacked him, desperately searching for a tissue that he managed to provide you with, but you made the ever so amateur mistake of not washing your hands beforehand and touching the tissue with it, not easing the pain in your eyes. “Oh gosh!” You mumbled under your nose as you made your way to the kitchen sink, putting down the tissue beside it and running your hands under the water, then washing your eyes.

When you felt like you could speak up after temporarily taking care of your tears and runny nose, you turned to Jaeyoon with a soft chuckle.

“It’s just that I always tear up when I’m cutting onions,” you explained to him gently, watching as his jaw dropped a bit. You remember telling him about it before, but he tended to forget such a fact because he had never cried while cutting onions and because he was a sweetheart for always being beside you when you cried, let it be about something bad or just onions.

“O-okay.” He chuckled to himself as the realization hit him, then walked closer to you and planted a soft kiss on your forehead. “Then, let me take over the rest,” he offered kindly, his chocolate-brown orbs shining with sincerity.

You couldn’t help but smile at his sweet antics. These were the moments that could always melt your heart; no matter how much time you had already spent together, there was just something about Jaeyoon that could always surprise you about his warmth and big heart. Today being yet another example for those.

“Thank you,” you said as you pressed a chaste kiss on his lips before giving you his own apron and watching how he cut the onions, Jaeyoon chuckling to himself all the way while thinking back to his panicky state when he saw you crying.

“Is it your neck?” you teased, frowning sympathetically. “Did you sleep wrong again?”

Juho straightened up, stretching himself in his chair. He tilted his head to the side and rubbed it, considering the thought as if there actually was some pain there. “If I say yes, will you give me a massage?”

You didn’t know what had gotten into Juho all of a sudden; the two of you were at his apartment, supposed to be studying, but it seemed that you were the only one who was even trying to concentrate. Usually, he was good with focusing on his assignments until they were finished, but Juho had been pretty zoned out tonight, alternating between taking quick naps and staring at you. Not that you minded the latter much; the way his keen eyes studied you made your pulse skip.

“If I say no will you let me study?” you retort, turning back to the problems in front of you. A part of you knew you really should get them done, but another part wanted to play along with Juho and tease him back. It could be fun to see how far you could go.

There was a moment of silence from Juho. While you tapped your pen against the paper again, your mind wasn’t fully on the problems. Of course you couldn’t focus, not with Juho’s half-lidded stare holding you hostage. Grip tightening on the pen, you glared at the paper, as if that would make the answers magically appear in your head; as much as you wanted to take a break, there was no way you’d be able to get back to the work if you stopped now.

“Juho, seriously,” you turned in your chair, exasperated at how unproductive this evening was turning out to be. “I can’t focus-”

Before you could finish your complaint, Juho was up and leaning in front of you. His arms caged you in, and you found his face only centimeters away from yours. A sly grin played on his lips, and his eyes were dark with mischief. You held your breath as they traced their way from your eyes and down to your lips, pausing at their destination almost hungrily.

“Why not?” He teased, voice soft and low. You let out a shaky breath, pen dropping to the floor. The corners of his mouth lifted in a devilish smirk; he was enjoying your flustered state.

“You’re… distracting me,” heat rushed to your cheeks and your fingers found his wrists, tightly gripping at his sleeves.

Juho shifted ever so slightly, but that small movement was enough to make his lips brush against your cheek and in turn, a heavy fluttering sensation settled against the pit of your stomach. “What about me is so distracting?”

The answer to that was so obvious, and he knew it too. He knew it was the way he looked at you, dark eyes sweeping over every inch of you that he could see and savoring the sight of you whenever he could. He knew you enjoyed it; he did it because he knew that just a glance from him could easily make a mess of your mind. Seeing you get so restless was satisfying enough for Juho.

“Your eyes-” as the words left you, you felt the soft pressure of Juho’s lips ghosting along your cheek. He left light butterfly kisses on your skin as he ventured down, pulling away after placing a soft kiss against the skin right below your jaw; you bit your lip at the sudden loss of his touch.

Juho lifted a hand to your face, tilting your chin up with a finger. “My eyes? Do you want a closer look?”

You nodded, school work completely forgotten on the table beside you. You were too caught up in Juho’s act to notice, or even care. His voice was the only thing you wanted to pay attention to, and your heart thundered in your chest as you realized that he was getting what he wanted.

Juho dropped his hand and stepped back, sitting down again on his chair across from you. He patted his thigh, and grinned; you knew the gesture meant more than just an invitation. “Well, come here.”

Your body moved in slow motion as the thoughts in your head all raced toward the same conclusion. You lowered yourself onto Juho’s lap and his hands slid up your thighs, resting at the curve of your hips. Your face burned at the closeness between you and Juho, still leaning closer when he flexed his thigh, a teasing gesture to snap you out of your thoughts.

“Jeeze, Juho,” you hissed as you felt his fingertips ghosting under your shirt and across your back. A slow grin lifted the corners of his lips, sharp teeth poking out from between them.

“What?” he pressed his palms flush against the small of your back and you felt their warmth spreading across your skin. “What’s wrong now?”

He got off on teasing the hell out of you, and he always had a grand time pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Nothing, you’re just…”

As your voice trailed off into a frustrated sigh, Juho pushed against your back, leaning your body into him. You lifted your hands to his shoulders to balance yourself. “Distracting?”

“Extremely,” you breathed out, lightly touching your forehead to his. Up close, his eyes were so much softer, following your every move with interest and memorizing every feature like he couldn’t risk ever forgetting the curves and planes of your face. You slipped your hands around his neck and curled your fingers into his hair, and he moved his from your waist to cup your face.

“Are you gonna kiss me?” Juho muttered, eyes dropping to your lips. “Or are you just going to stare at me.”

This time, you let a grin stretch across your face. Juho was usually good at waiting for his turn but he seemed impatient tonight. And you were definitely okay with that; even though he rarely begged you for anything, just having him ask was enough for you. “I can’t look away.”

“Just for a little bit,” he rubbed his thumb across your jaw, voice low and husky.

He didn’t wait for a reply, just closed the distance between you and pressed his lips against yours. The effect was immediate; your body was pushed flush against Juho’s, fingers gently pulling at his hair, and your lips worked heavily against each other.

In between kisses, you were aware of Juho’s hands traveling across your body, touching you like he couldn’t get enough of you as he deepened the kiss. Heat bloomed wherever his fingers touched you, and you only realized after a low groan left him that your hips had been rocking back and forth against him. Juho’s breath was warm against your already burning skin as he trailed his lips down from your mouth to your neck, holding you in place as you tipped your head back.

When you finally pulled away, Juho’s slightly swollen lips were pulled back in a satisfied grin. His cheeks and ears were flushed pink and you ran a finger softly across the lift of his cheekbones and down the side of his face, resting your hand against the side of his neck. His gaze was sharp and dark, boring into you as he caught his breath.

“Still want to finish that boring work?” he raised an eyebrow, eyes glinting mischievously.

You pretended to consider it for a moment, sweeping your eyes to the ceiling and humming. “I really should, it’s important.”

Juho shifted, thighs flexing under you again. “But do you want to?”

You returned his sly grin with one of your own, looping your arms around his neck. “Not at all.”

The morning light that shone through the curtain finally won against Gatya’s heavily shut eyelids. She fluttered her eyes open, trying to make focus of her vision. She stretched her body out of habit, groaning loudly as her first greeting towards the world. Her attention then went to the digital clock on her bed side, trying to see how long had she slept since the early morning.

“Huh… 11? No way.” She furrowed her eyebrows in disbelieve.

The woman then turned around to see the other side of the bed, trying to check if the man she spent the night with was there.

It was empty.

“Chan…?” She mumbled in confusion. It was unusual for that guy to be awake ahead of her. Chani had always been a heavy sleeper. Everyone, not just her, always needed an extra effort just to pull him out of his dreamland. Otherwise you basically spoke with a rock. Because of that fact alone, his absence made Gatya feel a bit restless.

Suddenly, that feeling quickly dissipated when she heard the sound of water running from inside of the bath room.

“Chani?” Gatya called out his name aloud.

“Yeah?” The missing man answered back in the same manner. His deep voice sounded grumbled like he was gargling but it still managed to bring the worried woman a short euphoria.

Gatya brought her feet onto the cold vinyl floor. The cool sensation managed to help waking her up better as her body shivered lightly in response. She walked, albeit sore, towards the dresser table to pick up her black cheeky underwear and wearing it. Noticing the wide mirror in front of her, her reflection brought attention toward her collarbone. The sun light made it very clear to see the love bites she received from last night. They were dangerously close towards her neck, close enough to peek through any shirt’s collar.

“Why does he always mark me there? I’ll have to conceal them again, geez…” Gatya clicked her tongue, annoyed with her boyfriend’s habit. As her lover, Chani was the borderline possessive type. There was a time when Chani embarrassed her by giving a hickey right on her neck when they were outside. It was after a kinky public teasing under a dining table. It was fun, it’s not like she despised him but poor girl didn’t bring a concealer so she had to ask him to buy a scarf for her.

Feeling cold due to being completely bare, Gatya took her lover’s oversized white tee to wear. His favorite HMNS XY perfume penetrated her nose, hugging her entire body close. The scent still hadn’t gone away after last night.

She then walked towards the bathroom, finding Chani standing by the sink only in his black Nike short. He was busy brushing his teeth, didn’t bother to look at her way. His muscled back was glowing under the spot light, painted in contrast of the shadows between the folds of his skin. Despite of corona, Chani never left the gym. He said working out was one of the few things that helped keeping him sane. Including her, of course.

Without saying anything, Gatya walked closer to give him a back hug. She rested her face on top of his skin, closing her eyes in comfort.

“Good morning, Chani.” she whispered sweetly before giving a tender kiss on top of his back.

“Morning, Gatya.” Chani replied casually. “Wait a sec, I’m brushing my teeth.”

“It’s okay. I’m just hugging you.”

A few seconds later, Chani lightly tapped on her arm, telling her to let him go because he wanted to wash his mouth. She let go of him, albeit reluctant. Looking at him made her want to do the same. The sink in the bathroom was wide enough to fit them both standing together, so she moved away to his side then took her own tooth brush.

After Gatya was done, she took the red hairband near the soap and tied her hair for a messy updo. The moment when she revealed her nape, it instantly stirred Chani more than he’d appreciate. He was getting easily weak against the temptation. Well, who could blame him? He hadn’t seen her for a long time.

After giving his face a quick splash to fully open his droopy eyes, Chani turned away from the mirror and rested his hip against the table. He watched his partner doing her own thing while effortlessly looking… distracting.

Messy hair, his shirt that looked too big on her, and bare thighs? A view he had missed for the past three months.

“Gat.”

“Hmm?

“Come here.”

It was easy for Chani to get her standing in front of him. When she was there standing close, he saw that playful smile formed on her face. Her big eyes looking up adorably at the taller man, just like a little puppy who wanted attention.

“What is it, baby?” she sweetly whispered.

Before he got too lost in her brown eyes, Chani brought her closer by grabbing her ass and crashed his mouth on hers. He didn’t want any space between them. He wanted to be closer to her, even closer than last night. He wanted to reclaim everything about her, make her struggle under his skin again, make that honey-like voice calling out his name for the countless time that day.

He didn’t had enough.

“Come here.”

“Mmh…” Gatya groaned helplessly under his attack. She completely surrendered any control. When Chani decided to get her legs apart with his knee, Gatya swung her arms around his neck and kissed him deeper. The kiss was slow and passionate like they both had the whole time in the world. Her hips moved uncontrollably against his thigh to create friction against her folds. His mouth didn’t stop to ravish her, forcing his tongue in to make more mess out of her.

Chani’s big hands slipped inside of her shirt, touching her sides to feel the heat that was radiating off her smooth skin. He slowly moved up to cup her supple breasts, kneading them as his thumbs played with her nipples. It successfully delivered the moan out of her that she had to break away the kiss. Chani grinned in victory. He couldn’t help but to bite his lip seeing how easy it was to unravel his woman.

“Huh—Wait! Kang Chani!”

Didn’t bother to get her permission, Chani princess-carried his girlfriend out of the bathroom towards the bed. He put her down gently and then positioned himself between her legs. She looked clearer here, under the natural sunlight that flashed through the windows. Chani could see her brown disheveled hair glowing, the lights on her eyes showing his hovering reflection, her charming smile still etched just for him.

Gatya’s laugh slowly dissipated when she saw him started undressing her, leaving the girl only in her underwear.

“You look beautiful...” the man lowly whispered as he gazed upon the Goddess under him. He was in awe with the marks he made on her skin. They were all rightfully on their place. She was his and Chani wanted to get that point across.

“You too, Chani.” Gatya warmly smiled as she brought her hands up to cup her young lover’s face. This handsome man who was two years younger than her but tend to be wiser, calmer, he used to be her junior at campus. Two years dating him and she hadn’t fallen out of love. He always made her feel special, just like now.

Chani didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure whether it was her face or his brain that was distracting his train of thoughts. He didn’t know how to return her compliment other than dipping his face into her neck, pampering wet kisses on top of her warm skin. His hand sneaked down to rub on the sole fabric she wore, trying to excite her.

“Ah… Chan…” she lowly whispered his name.

Her reaction was what he wanted to see. Knowing he was on the right track, Chani slipped his hand under her panties to touch her directly. He immediately heard a sharp gasp coming out of her. Smirking without her knowing, Chani brought his lips upward towards her earlobe, biting and whispering sweet things as his thick fingers got busy with her dripping entrance.

“You’re getting wet,” his husky voice whispered besides her ear, “should I put one in?”

“Please…”

Chani chuckled, he really liked how her pretty lips pleading him. She wanted him as much as he did and it boosted his ego.

“No. I’ll do something better.”

After giving a soft peck on her cheek, Chani slowly went down to kiss the middle of her chest, then her stomach, making her squirm under his soft touch, until he reached down towards her fabric. He could smell the strong arousal coming out of there, making his own pants started feeling tight. But Chani didn’t want to succumb to his desire right away. He wanted to have fun, make this morning they shared together after months of being apart to start in a good way.

He then sat back up to pull away her panties, revealing her shaven wet pussy. She didn’t need that anymore.

Knowing what he was going to do, Gatya’s gaping folds were twitching in anticipation. Her tits were moving up and down, breathing heavily due to being excited to feel the upcoming pleasure. Chani then circled his arms around her thighs, locking her not to get away. He then started to kiss her hardened clit, teasing the bud with his tongue. Gatya jolted the moment his tongue touched her. The way he expertly licking her slicked folds, how his tongue went inside of her, he made her head spin a thousand time. She couldn’t handle the overwhelming sensation. Chani didn’t give her any mercy. Every time she moved her hip, the muscular man kept locking her in place, not giving her a chance to fight back.

She was his breakfast and there’s no way he was letting his food to act up.

“Ch-Chani—Sto—Ahn!” Her pleading was only responded with a deep grunt. Chani pulled away his hand to start fingering her insides as his tongue was busy with licking her bud. The whole stimulation made her grip on his wavy hair for she couldn’t think about what to hold into anymore. She was a moaning mess. Her toes curled up under the pressure he was giving her, slowly building up her climax.

“I—I’m gonna—” Gatya warned between her ragged breath.

Chani answered with a groan accompanied with a faster pump of his fingers on her G-spot. His tongue didn’t stop twirling around her clit until finally he could feel her juices started coming out into his mouth. Chani hummed in satisfaction, proud of what he’s done.

“You minx.” Chani chuckled in amusement.

The grip on his hair weakened as soon as she came. He rose up from his position, looking at how unraveled his Goddess was as he cleaned his chin with the back of his hand.

Her sweaty skin glistened, her cheeks were clearly rosy, her perked up mounds waiting to be tended. The bulge on his pants was clearly visible from her point of view. It was getting painful not to be set free. Then Gatya made it worse.

She brought her feet to rub on his bulge, teasing him over the fabric.

“What are you waiting for?” Gatya smirked like the ‘minx’ he thought she was, “You’re going to be late for your class if you don’t hurry.”

Chani scoffed, amused with her taunt. “Fuck the class.”

He wouldn’t let anything get in his way for this moment.

Chani started to reach on the band of his shorts, taking it off to let his cock sprung free. He saw her eyes glinted in anticipation, gulping to brace herself for what’s coming.

He positioned himself near her entrance, rubbing the head on it to wet himself up. The friction brought shiver down his spine. Ah… he couldn’t wait any longer.

“So impatient…” Chani grinned between their kiss. His woman was enthusiastic and that’s hella sexy for him.

“You’re more important to attend.” He said before proceeding to get himself slowly inside of her warm hole. They both immediately moaned in unison, finally complete in each other’s embrace.

Gatya thought she was in cloud nine. She felt so full and warm. Her head was only filled with him inside of her. She wouldn’t care if she made him late for his class. There was no way she could stop. Her arms pulled him down for a deep kiss. Her hand nested comfortably between his brown locks, encouraging him not to stop ravishing her mouth. She started to move her hip out of desperation, her patience growing thin by the minute.

“Just do me already…”

Well, how could he say no to that.

“Be careful what you wished for, noona.”

“F-faster…!”

Chani started to move his hip, thrusting deep inside of her in an excruciatingly slow motion. The pulsating walls of hers squeezed him tight, making him shuddered. He wanted to make it last but with the way she was holding him? He wasn’t sure anymore.

His deep groan sent delicious shivers down her spine. Beads of sweat started to form around his face. Gatya’s moan didn’t shy away from anyone who could hear them. She kept saying his name like an enchantment, blessing them both in their sex euphoria. Chani started sucking on the patches of her hot skin, giving new marks on top of the faded ones. His big hand went down to grope her tits, kneading the soft flesh like his personal toys. He liked how she reacted towards his touch on her. Her arched back and high pitched moan was music to his ears.

“Hm…?” Chani sweetly hummed, “What did you say?”

The little devil was acting up again.

“Chani…” she started mewling.

How cute.

Chani brought his lips closer towards her ear for a whisper.

“Say please.”

Gatya’s breath started becoming erratic. Chani’s hand took its chance to come down towards her clit, rubbing circles on it to make her more desperate than she already was. She hated it when he acted like the little shit he usually was, but when it came to sex, Chani was the dominant brat. She didn’t have any choice but to satisfy his ego.

“P-please…”

“Louder.”

“Kang Chani—”

“I said louder.”

“Please!”

The man grinned. Another victory for today.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Chani then sat back up to see his girlfriend clearly. He put his hands beside of her hips, gripping on her hard enough as a ‘lever’ for what he was about to do. He started thrusting faster inside of her, hard and unforgiving. He could see his glistened cock getting swallowed up by Gatya’s wet hole, arousing him even further than he already was. The way her supple tits jiggled up and down with each thrusts made him lose his mind. There was only Gatya and his desire to cum in his head.

“Fuck, baby…” Chani groaned when he felt her squeezing him tight, “You’re gonna make me cum soon if you do that…”

The woman didn’t do anything to lessen the ‘problem’. Instead, Gatya brought her hand to madly rub on her clit as he was fucking her drenched pussy to heighten up her own release. She also pinched her own nipple, giving him a show to amp up his desperation. Chani loved to see her play and she loved how he watched her. Because it was one of the rare moments where she could see his droopy eyes coming alive. Only for her.

“Shit.” the man cursed over her little solo play. How dare she? His breathing was getting uneven. “Get up here.”

Chani pulled Gatya’s hand to get her sitting on his lap. They both leaned towards each other for a lustful kiss, shoving each others tongue for dominance. Chani’s hands were firmly groping on her thick ass, slapping it once to thrice to make her mewl in pleasure. Gatya started to ride, pumping his cock to cum inside of her. She arched her back and rested her palms on the bed sheet, giving him access to suck on her tits. The sensation was overwhelming. When his hot tongue started twirling around her nipples, Gatya almost came. Chani had always been good with his tongue. There wasn’t a part of her body that hadn’t been touched by it.

“That’s it, keep going.” Chani encouraged her. If only Gatya could see the fucked-up look on her face right now, she would probably bury her face on the pillow for the whole day. “You feeling good? Where do you want me to cum, hm?”

“I-Inside, do it inside, Chan…”

“Again? Last night we—”

“I don’t fucking care just do it inside of me! I’m on pills!”

“…Fine. Turn around.”

Didn’t care to question his order, Gatya did as she was told like a good girl. With his ass now facing him, Chani put in his dick inside of her again, making her moan after feeling complete again. He then pulled both of her hands to the back, making her body arched towards the front with her bare tits facing the window. With this position, he could thrust inside of her deeper.

“Oh my God—!”

“Chani…! Chani, I’m gonna cum—”

The poor girl screamed when he started thrusting inside of her again with the same unforgiving pace. He fucked her hard and fast, desperate for a release. The zero control she had and how rough he was handling her just aroused her to no end. She loved feeling like she was his play thing, how humiliating this position was. If only there wasn’t any curtain on that window, she would be so completely bare to watch and helpless.

Just imagining that alone quickly brought her to her climax.

“Me too… Shit—”

With a loud groan, they both finally came undone. The inside of Gatya’s belly felt hot with Chani’s gushing cum mixed with her own juice. Her body spasm after she came, also shocked with the amount she was receiving. She could still fill him pumping inside of her, twitching until the last drop.

“Holy fuck…” Gatya cursed under her ragged breath. The strains of her brown hair were sticking around her face because of the sweats.

What a way to start her morning.

She slowly pulled out of him then lying back on the mattress. Panting heavily, Chani took his phone that was on the small table near his bed. He opened his camera to record his mess. The way her gaping entrance was spewing off his excessive cum, it looked sexier on his screen.

“Well, that’s a lot.” The guy commented with a chuckle, “Despite of how many times we did it last night, it’s still looking that thick, Gat.”

Chani moved his camera away from down there to her face. What he got was a pretty middle finger.

“How was it, baby? Say it to the camera.” The guy laughed over her reaction.

Gatya exhaled loudly before she rose up a bit with her elbows. With a cheeky smile, she looked straight at the phone.

“Thanks for the meal.”