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Sunwoo was lying naked on the bed, you could tell he'd just taken a shower by the towel barely wrapped around his waist and the remaining droplets of water running down his tanned body from the chest to his abs, hair messy and damp almost covering his eyes. His hand was gripping his hard cock as his hips thrusted up and his eyes were closed shut, mouth agape letting out those beautiful sounds.

You stood there for a while just watching him and not knowing what to do or how to get his attention, but your thighs were pressed together.

"Too busy?" Sunwoo jumped with your sudden presence but didn't stop, only stared at you with eyes full of lust.

"Very busy. Are you gonna help me or what?" He looked from you to his cock raising his eyebrow.

You entered the bedroom and walked towards him, beside his thighs and replacing his hand on his member. You lowered your head to lick his abs catching the water droplets with your tongue while stroking him slowly, to which he hissed and grabbed your hair.

Sunwoo's tip was oozing precum, an amount that was working as lube for your hand, making wet sounds every time your fist moved up and down. You took your sweet time kissing and biting his skin till you reached his neck, sucking on it making him groan. "Does this feel good?" You whispered into his ear and licked the earlobe teasingly, chuckling when he shivered.

"Don't fucking tease me or you won't walk tomorrow." He muttered through gritted teeth.

"We'll see about that," you scoffed and gripped his dick harder to which he sucked in a breath and cussed. "If you don't like my teasing then why are you so hard and moaning?"

Before he could even think of a quick remark you kissed him shoving your tongue inside his mouth, he responded immediately with the same intensity if not stronger; tugging at your hair and biting your bottom lip at every given moment.

He pulled away a little breathless, but still held you close just to talk against your lips. “Don’t try to mock me because if I remember correctly you were the one screaming my name last night.”

You sat back straight and started rotating your wrist and using your thumb to tease the head, smearing precum that was still coming out. Your other hand traveled up to his shoulder, feeling every inch of hot skin and every muscle, and then raked your nails down his entire torso. “That’s because your dick's so good.”

“Fuck, baby,” Sunwoo groaned and bucked up his hips since you were going so slow for his liking. You put your closed fist against the head of his cock and slid down when he thrusted up, as if he was fucking into a toy.

He began twitching, breathing heavier and he was so close you stopped and held tight at his base as he gave you a look of disapproval and you only smirked. You resumed your ministrations, slowly at first before picking up the pace again, your hand wrapped firmly around his cock.

You kept enticing goosebumps from him grazing your nails or the tip of your fingers on his abdomen and thighs, and especially his most sensitive part that had him gasping and clenching his abs: near the hip bones. Sunwoo was throwing his head back moaning out your name while gripping at the towel under him.

The wave of his so desired release was approaching again but you stopped once more, his cock throbbing as he huffed.

“I could literally just flip you over and fuck the shit out of you, but I'm being nice and letting you play your games. So be nice too and let me fucking cum.” By the look in his eyes you knew you’d be in so much trouble once this all was over, but it was just so fun to play with him.

“I'll think about it,” you teased back and winked continuing to jerk him off.

Your movements were fast from the beginning this time, pumping him 3 to 4 times and then stopping for a few seconds before pumping him again. And in the seconds you stopped you used the palm of your other hand to rub against his raging tip making him hiss and curse at you.

When Sunwoo was almost cumming for the third time you removed your hands from him, watching him twitch violently almost coming undone with a ruined orgasm as a drop of cum fell onto his stomach.

You decided it was enough and wrapped your hand around his cock and stroked fast gyrating your wrist. And soon he came hard over your fingers and his own abs, your name falling from his lips loudly as his chest rose and fell repeatedly.

Sunwoo bucked his hips sloppily riding out of his high and trying to catch his breath. You got off the bed and headed to the bathroom to wash your hands when Sunwoo opened his eyes and called you.

“Where are you going? Don’t think you’re getting away with this.”

“Nah, I don’t know. Maybe later,” you said nonchalantly and walking away.

"What's it like to cum more than once?"

His eyes had found you, pupils following your walking form as you clutched your fingers into your palm.

"How does everyone manage to sleep with someone and not have strings pulling them back to each other?"

The sunset found his form, shadow on the ground standing and walking along his own path. Light finding where his outfit shined, it only gave himself away in the way he wanted.

"Where can I find someone to fuck my brains out?"

You had only seen him for a split second, but the reflected lights off the golden chains of his jeans were still in your sight as you walked. Speckles, like small beams of light moving and following you, it was too obvious.

"What are the odds that you met me?"

Cocky, the attractive man closed the gap between you. He was noticeable, too pleasing to the eye as his boots stepped in your direction. For what you knew, the man had come from thin air considering the road you walked on was uninhabited by anyone except yourself just moments ago.

"What's that mean?" Your question lingered in the air for a shorter amount of time than the smirk on his lips.

"Care to find out?"

Your back was against the cool wall in a matter of minutes, the display of curiosity only making your nerves spike. A stranger, no strings, and a seemingly perfect concept.

"Name's Chan, and you get three wishes from me." The man sparkled in the sunlight, too. Bright eyes, short locks moving in the gentle wind, and glistening sparkles floating from the tips of his fingers like a magic show.

The genie knew to choose what he liked, to pester his own interests, and to critique until he would enjoy himself while granting wishes for others.

And enjoyment was taking your wrist, pressing it against the wall and holding it above your head. His luscious lips felt smooth, his breath minty, and his natural scent thick in your nose. Chan's own breathing stuttered at the feeling of your skin—at every inch he lifted your shirt higher—and held it inside his lungs for as long as he could when you paused the kiss to pull it over and off of you.

"Three." He reminded you of what he could give, the man smirking into the reconnecting kiss as your fingers trailed across his broad shoulders.

"Isn't fucking considered one of them?"

He chose you, allowed you to see him.

"Concurrence. This is out of my own implementation."

You breathed out heavily, his hand finally releasing the tight grip on your wrist as he pulled you in the direction towards your bed like he knew the place.

"Make one." His tone was like a growl, the light pressure of a push placing your back onto the soft mattress of your bed. "Only one for now."

"Kiss me."

His brows creased, unbelieving the request. The sparkles of his fingertips swirled, your lips suddenly smudged by his own. Hot tongue lapping against yours, feverish motions, and a string of saliva connected your mouths until he pulled back.

"What an impish wish." He sighed, blinking down at you as his arms tightened and held himself up above you.

"What would you wish for at this moment?" Your voice was gentle, legitimate. And not at all ready for his response.

The sparkles flew around his fingers for a split second before you noticed the remaining clothing on your forms were gone, folded neatly on the table beside your bed. Your eyes followed him, his naked form almost more glorious than the being, himself.

His hand wrapped around his own length, placing the tip of his cock against you while creating circles. A hushed breath from you made him smirk, his eyes peering between the contorted features of your face and his length creating patterns against you. In a single motion, your wetness added to by his saliva spit into his palm and spilt around his cock, he dipped into you for a moment. One small thrust to listen to you grunt, another to go in halfway, and a third to be inside of you to the hilt.

You shivered, noises flying from your mouth as you pressed your flush face into the crook of his neck. Fullness, the man reaching your end so easily, and you were cumming from the penetration alone.

"I would wish to be like this with you, now." His voice was dark in your ear, your fingers clenching at the covers of your bed for support.

He only sat still, his lips pressing into your neck to give you time to adjust to his size. Much larger than natural, the man—Chan was more than expectations could make of him.

"One wish left." He hummed, huffing as his cock twitched within your tight walls.

"O-One?" You winced at the number, a remaining wish to get what you want before your "no-strings-attached" principal would leave you for good.

"Your request for me to make a wish was considered a wish by you." He laughed softly, the padding of his thumb rubbing across your bottom lip as he awaited the last wish to fall from above it.

"Finish me off as hard as you want to."

Your words were like fire to his loins. Chan hummed in response, your body turned and forced deeper into the mesh of the mattress by his weight as you moaned. Still deep within you, the wetness helped him spin inside of you until you were fully turned over, the motion enough to send you close to the edge again.

"So easy, this one." His words were halted by his teeth biting at his lips, focus in his eyes from your short glimpse back at him over your shoulder. A hard hand pushed at your skull, turning your face back to the bed and pressing it into the softness of your covers. "So easy—" He pulled from you, every inch leaving you feeling like a thrust in itself from his girth. "—to fuck you senseless."

Your words, returned to you.

"I'm gonna—" You winced at his head pressing at your entrance, twitched and twisted at the sudden emptiness still forcing you to cum. "—Chan!"

Your body gave itself an orgasm from the memory of his cock being in you seconds before, the sounds of slick liquid squelching in the room as he refilled you to the brim once more.

"To make you cum more than once." He growled, pulling and pounding into you in the same pace of each word. "How has no one done this to you before? Hmm?"

"P-Please!—make me, again?" Throat dry, tears falling from your ducts, and his hand enclosing on your throat. The smallest amount of pressure applied to the sides, a short cut from your oxygen supply, and his words were what finally broke the hardest orgasm you have had before.

"So easy—" He grunted, body tightening as he only fucked you rougher. "—to use you to make me cum, too."

His release filled you up almost as much as his cock, pulling from you as he sighed and fell to your side. Chest heaving, body bright and shining with sweat, Chan appeared just as fucked-out as you.

"You stole my second wish." A whine, you turned to face him as your body pulsed from the aftershocks of the multiple orgasms. "I want it back."

He had taken your outward thoughts and used them against you to please you, and oddly himself at the same time.

"If I gave it back to you—" His eyes were half-lidded, a soft smile worn on his face. "What would you wish?"

"That we could do this again."

He said nothing, the golden sparkles around his fingers saying all that needed to be said.

"Wish granted."

You went out for dinner with Hyunjin at one of your favorite restaurants. It was warm and homey, and served delicious food. You always ended up having weird and important conversations there. So when Hyunjin looked thoughtful, the way he did before he was going to talk about something serious, you took a deep breath to prepare yourself.

"I know you like my hands baby. Tell me, what have you been thinking about me doing with my hands that keeps getting you so worked up?" Hyunjin asks, clasping his hands together, elbows on the table as he leans in, expectantly waiting for your answer.

You sigh, knowing there's no use in getting too flustered. You almost wanted to laugh, having expected something serious rather than sexual. But even if you stopped the conversation from going where it was, you'd end up telling him one way or another, and the sooner you tell him, the better.

"Well… sometimes when I'm touching myself, I think of your hands and you using your fingers. They're much longer than mine…" you admit, feeling bashful nonetheless.

Hyunjin nods, being patient as you tell him your thoughts.

"And I've thought about you choking me," you finally admit, hanging your head.

"As far as I'm aware, that's not too unusual of a thing," Hyunjin says, giving you a reassuring smile and reaching for your hand, gently squeezing yours.

You nod a little, relaxing. "Is that…" you begin.

"Okay?" He supplies. You nod and he continues. "Of course I don't mind! I would love to try that with you. I can definitely finger you the next time you're in the mood," Hyunjin assures you, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. "Although I may be tempted to eat you out instead," he adds, making you both laugh.

"Okay, well, since we are on the subject… is there anything you want to try? You know, sexually?" You ask, looking up at him as he gently rubs his thumb across the back of your hand.

"Well, I do want to go down on you more. That way I can get better. And~" he says, smiling mischievously, "maybe more orgasm control? And denial? And… maybe oversensitiving you to get you to cum again?"

You nod, listening intently. "Oh," you say, thinking about what you two have done so far.

"I mean, I know you often ask if it's okay to cum already, but I tend to just say yes," he explains.

"Yeah, I do. I really like that you lead me, or are dominant, you know? So I wouldn't mind you controlling that. But we should still use our safe word," you say, nodding.

"Red," Hyunjin says, nodding in agreement. "And I can always check in on you with the color light system. I can ask what color you are, and that let's me know if you're okay or I'm pushing things too hard."

"I've heard about that, so green is good and yellow is slow down?"

"Slow down or it's getting too much, yes."

You nod in agreement, swinging your feet. “Well, that’s something I can do,” you hum.

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When you get home and take off your shoes, you gently pull Hyunjin by the collar to your bedroom.

He laughs softly and sits on the bed, pulling you into his lap and kissing you. Hyunjin’s hands make their way up your thighs, gently rubbing your skin. “I’m glad you wore a skirt,” he murmurs with a smirk.

“You are?” you whisper, feeling his hands groping your ass.

“Very,” he laughs, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and nibbling.

“Want you,” you softly moan, grinding into him.

“Oh do you know?” he teasingly murmurs against your skin.

“Mhm,” you moan softly in his ear.

“Well, maybe I can do that,” he offers, his fingers running on the hem of your panties. “You wore such pretty lace for me, hm?” Hyunjin asks as he flips up your skirt.

“Yeah, I feel sexy in them,” you admit, running your hand through his soft hair.

“Good. Now take them off. All of it.”

You look into his eyes, which were wide and full of lust and love. “Yes sir,” you murmur, getting up from his lap and doing as he said.

Hyunjin leans back and watches you, a lazy smirk on his face. As you finish taking your last article of clothing off, your lacy underwear, he says, “now lay on the bed and spread your legs.”

You nod and climb on the bed, laying down and spreading your legs. “What a good girl for me,” he practically purrs, his hand cupping your cheek. Hyunjin kisses you softly for only a moment, his thumb running over your lip.

“I love you,” you say shyly, lost in his eyes.

“I love you too,” he says, letting a hand trail down your face, lightly squeezing the sides of your neck. A soft gasp escapes you and he smirks, letting go before running his fingers over your pebbling nipples.

“Are you getting needy?”

“Yes,” you admit shyly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes sir, sorry sir,” you say, immediately realizing your mistake.

“You’re forgiven,” Hyunjin says, shaking his head.

He pinches your nipples, loving the noises of pleasure that escape you. He removes his hands, moving to be between your legs. Hyunjin massages your soft skin, peppering kisses here and there. He teasingly taps your pubic mound, and you bite your tongue to keep your moan in.

“You can make noise, love,” he murmurs, his fingers spreading your folds. “So pretty,” Hyunjin murmurs, spitting on his fingers before gently rubbing your clit.

This time, you softly moan. You keep your legs relaxed, letting him take care of you.

“Keep your eyes on me,” Hyunjin demands, continuing to play with your folds and clit.

You do your best to watch, your half lidded eyes wanting to close in the buildup of pleasure he was bringing you. “Want you inside,” you manage to say, biting your lip.

“I can do that,” he says, using his other hand to collect your juices before pushing a finger inside of you. “You’re so wet,” Hyunjin moans, licking his lip as he moves his finger, easily finding your spot.

“Sir~!” you mewl out, biting your lip as you feel pleasure building immediately.

“Not yet,” he warns, continuing to abuse that spot and rub your clitorsis.

“Feels so good, sir,” you gasp out, holding onto one of his forearms.

“Good,” Hyunjin murmurs, slipping in another finger inside of you and kissing on your thigh.

“Oh fuck, sir,” you gasp, biting your lip harshly.

“I- I need more,” you cry softly, feeling frustrated.

“What do you need?” Hyunjin asks, slowing his fingers.

“I- I want your mouth,” you mewl.

“Oh? Where do you want it?” he asks, slowly scissoring his fingers.

“I- I-” you moan, panting softly.

“I can't help you if you don’t talk to me,” he sighs, pulling his fingers out and moving his hands onto your thighs.

“No! No!” you whine, immediately receiving a smack on the thigh.

“I’m in charge,” he reminds you, immediately inserting his fingers and attaching his lips to your clit.

“Oh fuck, fuck, thank you sir~” you moan out, grabbing his hair and pulling.

He smirks against your flower, speeding up his fingers.

“Oh, I’m close,” you suddenly realize.

“Good,” he murmurs, looking up at you with his chin wet with your juices. You clench around his fingers and he groans softly. Hyunjin starts kissing up your stomach, letting the heel of his palm rub your clit. “Don’t cum,” he says, watching your face and knowing you were close.

You let go of his hair and groan, your toes curling as a soft whine escapes you.

“Not yet,” he reminds you, making his fingers go as fast as they can. He intensely watches your core, loving the way your muscles clenched as you tried to hold yourself back.

“Go ahead and cum,” Hyunjin murmurs, smirking as you cry out his name while you cum. He continues to finger you a little while longer, letting you ride out your high. When you squirm away, feeling oversensitive, he pulls out his fingers and offers them for you to suck and taste yourself.