#vanila

A sweet boyfriend you had, he was so considerate.

By your side at all times, even met your parents during the holidays even though you dated for merely a month. He was responsible really, always making sure you ate well, and calling to see if you were okay whenever he’d work late. He’d even make up for his time not spent with you whenever he could, and took it slow in your relationship because he loved you. He respected you, saw you on level with him and always made sure you knew it, by letting you be your own person. No matter how badly he wanted to be the only man in your life. No matter how possessive he knew he could get, he wanted you to be happy. He wanted all of you, and didn’t want you to hide any of that away behind his own selfish need to be only one to get your attention.

He wanted to take this seriously, he’s an adult after all, and it’s you he’d lose if he didn’t play the game right.

So sickeningly sweet he was, always making sure to ask for consent before making love, when you both knew damn well your wet cunt was always weeping for him. His hands always so gently traced the curves of your body, readying you for him. His beautiful hands, groped, massaged, and caressed. Most importantly he’d never failed to forget to roll on a rubber before diving in. Oh how he was so responsible…. Kisses, and bites, scratches and marks. His back was always painted with them after a steamy night.

“ ‘m sorry.” Is what you would say the mornings after as you saw him get up seeing the state you left it.

You’d receive a kiss on your forehead, and a hand to your cheek, “I don’t mind them darling.” He’d say with the upmost love in his eyes.

You really couldn’t ask for more, he was perfect. But you were only human, you wanted more from him, all of him.

You let him dive his head into you folds, let his tongue get entangled in your core as your cry for more. He’d let you down his length, his oh so pretty cock. And like a good girl you’d swallow every drop of his pleasure when he’d release in your mouth. Yet… you knew it was crass, you had only dated him for a month, and maybe he wasn’t into it… but you wanted him. You wanted to take him raw.

You wanted it so bad, it made you feel so irresponsible compared to him. No amount of liquor and girls nights, could prepare you for what your friends called your honeymoon phase. It hit you like a truck, and you definitely didn’t expect to need him this much after having a taste of him. So much to the point where you threw your common sense out of the window. So you tried your best to keep this dark little secret to yourself. At least as well as you could.

…

Time again, you’d find yourself in his home laying in his bed. It smelt like him, his sheets. Not quite washed, but not quite dirty. A musk you grew fond of.

The sound of the shower in the other room was apparent as he washed up, and you sat in his bed waiting for him to lay with you.

Dressed in his hoodie and undergarments, you sat patiently. One thing you had noticed before when you first started dating, was that his bedside table always had tissues and lotion. They since disappeared when you and him got intimate more often, which made you giddy. But today, there they were, back out on his nightstand.

There was no anger, and no disappointment, but a thought creeped into your mind. Where was the tissue he came in? A perverted thought, because he probably threw it away, but you couldn’t help it. What images of you popped into his head when he did it? Did he look at any photos of you? You hoped so. Biting your lip, and feeling all hot and bothered, your thighs rubbed together unconsciously. Then you thought of it more. Perhaps he was messy? Maybe a mere drop got on his bed, or his pillows.

A whore for his cum, that he never gave unless it was in your mouth, you craved it. You never thought you’d crave some silly semen before, but you needed it. Needed to feel it in you. You needed to feel him shoot his load in you.

You’d feel so honored, to just let him release into you. Like it proved something. Just the thought of him chanting your name like a mantra, and letting him explode with pleasure in you.

Riding his pillow in between your legs, you oh so hoped he got a drop on it. If he did, that would’ve made this pathetic dry humping worth it. Like a little pervert, you thought, and you imagined. Closing your eyes, and furrowing your brows as you felt the plush material rub against your wet folds, you massaged your breasts.

Silent whimpers, it wasn’t as fufiling as your boyfriend himself. Your hole felt empty, in need of him. It was sobbing for him.

So engaged in your little fantasy, you failed to hear the click of the door, and the footsteps towards the bed.

You felt the bed ruffle, as someone sat down. Sunghoon sat down.

“You know, I could help you with that.” He stated with his eyes fixed on you.

Embarrassment was something you threw out the window, while it was still present. You stopped your hips from grinding deeper into the pillow, face with a flush of pink.

He scooted closer towards you, practically pinning you down before looking at your lips hungrily. He kissed you, your lips danced. It was sweet, like always, and so needy.

Sunghoon let go of the kiss, and looked at you, he was flattered you were getting off on his pillow (note his pillow) but there was still a semblance of disappointment in his eyes.

Why’d his girlfriend that he loved so much, cared for, and always made sure she was satisfied in bed; why did she have to resort to humping a pillow when he was a mere few feet away? Did he not pleasure her enough? Was he not actually fufilling what she wanted in bed? Did she have to fake it? He wasn’t normally an insecure man, but you had made him feel like that. Becasue right now you were everything to him. You had that effect on him.

“Baby. It’s embarrassing.” You mumbled,

Embarrassing how? For him and his pride? Yes. For you? There’s no way in his mind you’d ever do any wrong.

Your hands slipped in the waistband of his pants, snaking their way to his length. He was hard.

In a bitter spirit, he pulled your hand away. “Wouldn’t you rather continue what you were doing to pillow?”

His voice was half teasing, and a bit disheartening. You only resorted to that because of him, because he made you feel that way. But you could also argue he was being a hypocrite.

“Hoon, I could tell you the same thing.” You said looking over at the lotion and tissues on the nightstand, and his eyes followed yours.

He laughed. That’s what this was about? God, he didn’t realized how in love he was. “Baby, they’re out on the nightstand because I was cleaning the drawers, and I forgot to put them back.”

Now you feel stupid. “Oh.” How were you supposed to admit you weren’t angry at the possibility of him jerking off without you? But your little perverted thoughts about the sheer possibility of his cum being in his sheets made you like this?

How could you possibly explain this without shame? You had already been caught getting off, what good is it to admit the real reason? And beside where’s the fun in that? As masochistic as it sounds, waiting for him to suggest it himself wasn’t a game you enjoyed; you wanted to tell him.

He chuckled, how cute his girlfriend was for being upset over something like that. It also reasured himself, yet he felt like there was something plaguing her mind, because her eyes seemed to not be focused.

So attentive, he took his time to ease you.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, kissing it, as you rolled your hips against him. You could feel his lips curl into a smile as he felt your desperation, eyes shut, and brows furrowed.

His lips grazed the skin on your neck, as he moved his head to level with you. It’s like he knew something was on your mind, whatever it was he wanted to hear it, and you could see it in his eyes.

“Talk to me Angel.” He purred, reaching over to the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom.

You watched as he did, the words wanted to escape from your mouth.

“Maybe we should get started hmm? Wouldn’t wanna leave you waiting.”

God, he knew what made you melt.

Before he could open it, you spoke up. “Can we not, um….”

He looked confused, did you not want do anything tonight? He was fine with it, but—

“I don’t want to use a condom tonight.” There, you said it.

Your poor boyfriend looked confused. Were you feeling alright? Did he hear that right? It was always the safest way to prevent any complications, but he knew you were on the pill…

“Uhh, can you say that again?” He asked.

“Hoon, I want you to cum in me.”

Shit. That was hot. That was so fucking hot, and he didn’t know why. He could see the eager expression on your face, and he reveled in it.

It’s like it clicked, and the gears in his little lovesick brain started turning.

“Is this what you were so worked about? The fact that I might have came into some tissue paper, but not into your little pussy?” He said lowly, as he slid your damp panties to the side.

God his mouth was so dirty, and you loved it. His fingers worked circles around your clit, and he was just as eager as you were. Wetness already collected all over your folds, he used it as slick to stimulate your little bud. As much as he wanted to put his aching dick into you right now, a bit of teasing always helped make you writhe under him when he finally stuffed your hole with what it craved.

“Be patient.” He muttered. A reaction to your hips moving for more friction. His eyes traveled to your lips, and crashed into them, feeling every breathy moan you let out.

You were having a hard time, your clit already swollen from rubbing against the pillow, and now you were almost close as he rolled it between his fingers.

It was torture for you, he loved watching you fall apart on his fingers, but you couldn’t bare to waste this moment on his fingers. Not tonight, not after him blessing you with the chance to take him raw.

You really tried your hardest not to climax, edging yourself, and he teased on. Working his fingers faster, occasionally slipping them into your hole.

“Hoon, I don’t wanna cum like this.” You mewled a bit teary eyed.

He only smirked, and slowed his movement. You liked it so much though? Why would he deprive you of this pleasure? Oh. That’s right.

He pulled his finger away, and thankfully so because any more, and you’d burst.

Sunghoon kicked off his sweats, a bit clumsily, and you both exchanged a small laugh, before he closed the distance between the two of you.

You grabbed at his length, stroking him. He practically shivered at your touch. His erection was practically glistening with precum already.

Maybe it was the fact you were so eager, but maybe also because he had secretly craved this aswell, he just never thought to bring it up in fear of scaring you off.

He groaned so audibly as you circled his tip with your thumb, his face slumping into your shoulder. “Don’t tease me now…”

It had seemed he was having as much as a hard time as you did when he fingered you. His pretty dick was probably so hard at the sight of you trying to keep your composure. You’d be stupid not to let him fuck into you.

Dragging his tip along your folds, you could feel it twitch. He wasn’t even in you, his bare cock just kissed your core so deliciously.

He took hold of his own, and guided it into your hole. He looked at your glassy eyes, asking for permission without words, and with a simple nod, you let him push it into you.

It was so different for him, he could feel all your juices coat his length, it left him almost gasping for air. This was almost too much, he was obviously too sensitive, overwhelmed with your tight little walls sucking him in.

He hadn’t even started moving, you swore you could feel each being of him in you. He was barely even pressing forward, and you could still feel him kissing the deepest parts of your depths.

With a swift hand, he placed a pillow under you on your lower back, and he shivered at the fact that his tip was practically kissing your cervix now that your parts were closer. He was loud about it, a moan like a melody. But you were louder about it.

“Fuck, Baby. I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”

You nodded in agreement. “Me neither, but god, can you please just move.” You whined so desperately.

No hesitation, his chest was up against yours, as his thrusts were slow, but deep and hard. Each time, you let out a moan, louder than the last. His breathing became shaky, and he was now mumbling incoherently.

“Hoon, you feel too good.”

He felt like he was in top of the world when you said that, breaking your symphony of moans. It made him want to got faster, chasing his high. After all it’s what you wanted. You wanted him to release into you.

His pace ramped up, and you could hear your name leave his mouth just like you’d hope. Just like you had fantasized. The small “ah’s” and “oh’s” were now gone, just the loudest sounds of pleasure replacing them.

You could feel a creeping feeling of your high approaching, and your boyfriend was showing no signs of slowing down.

“Shit, babe if you don’t slow down.” You said, cut off by his lips crashing into yours.

“Fuck me too, I’m gonna cum so deep into you.” He said as his hips snapped into you more aggressively.

A mere couple of thrusts away, you felt your own pleasure pool, and release. Chants, and moans, escaped your mouth. With so much praise, following it.

Sunghoon’s voice made a sharp high, and his eyes shut, and his dick twitched in you. He was balls deep, drunk on this feeling. With a small little clench of you walls, he could feel himself cum all over your womb.

Sloppy thrusts perused, he emptied his load into you, as you walls sucking him in. Absolute sobs, you couldn’t mistake it. He probably shedded a tear from it.

All was well, your fantasy’s perused, and your cunt was used just like you wanted it to be. It felt even better that you’d imagined it would be. So dumb, because why would you expect any less than perfection from Sunghoon?

A messy, and tired makeout session later. He ran his fingers through your hair, as his legnth was still buried in you.

Slowly, he pulled out, and it was like a wet dream. It was almost embarrassing how much he came in you, because it spilt out like honey.

So mesemerizdd but the sight it made him hard again.

A round of aftercare later, and the two of you laying against eachother, before you fell asleep he said something you’d take into the next few months in your relationship.

“You don’t need to think twice before asking me to do stuff like this with you.”

“Hell, you should’ve asked sooner.” Sunghoon added before you both fell asleep.