Another third date with another guy and it was on the edge of disaster, totally expected. When the guy straight up went for the main course, you knew you were going to block him on every known platform. Like seriously, no foreplay?
This guy was your 4th in five months since you started your hunt to find a better dick than his also someone who's not sworn to no strings attached like your fwb aka Lee fucking Minho. But after every date, you ended up waking up in his bed, every single time.
Your date was trying his best to hit your gräfenberg spot which was nowhere near where he could reach. But still you let out a small moan, so as not to hurt his fragile ego.
Not even two minutes into it, he was already panting, about to finish while you were not even remotely close to your orgasm. Praying to all the gods known to mankind, you were trying to give him all kinds of signs, just so he would understand your situation.
All the build up was for nothing, when he filled up the latex, while you just laid there glaring at him. Your body still felt good, but hollow and empty, pleasure robbed from you from his impatience.
"Fuck off!" You pushed him off from you, as you slipped your hand between your legs, towards your throbbing core that was begging to undo the half loosened knot. You pulled the thick duvet over yourself as your experienced fingers danced around your clit, occasionally slipping a digit or two as you moaned particularly to no one. He watched you with his mouth agape.
The only sound that filled the room was your heavy breath and gasps as you came down from your high, your eyes still closed. It took half a minute or so for you to finally calm down. When you opened your eyes, you looked at him with a bitter gaze, "Such a disappointment!"
Getting out of his bed, you picked up your top and skirt and invited yourself into his bathroom. After you were done cleaning yourself up and slipping back into your clothes, you got out of his bathroom and didn't even waste any more seconds as you grabbed your phone and wallet, slamming the front door shut as you walked out of his apartment. The look on his was priceless and you were sure it was going to be your laughing stock for the next few weeks.
The ride to his apartment felt like the longest you've ever been, even when you had the direction imprinted in your brain. Your core still felt empty, wanting to get filled again, feeling displeased with whatever your fingers did. It would have been enough if you weren't thinking about him when your date was on top of you. You couldn't blame anyone other than yourself, that man is God's favourite.
Fishing out the spare key to his apartment from your wallet, you desperately and hastily worked the key into the door lock, fumbling as you became more frantic. When the lock finally unlocked with a click, you felt a huge wave of relief wash over you as you swung open the door, only to see the mentioned God's favourite guy sitting on his couch, reclined and relaxed, clad in his simple t-shirt, which did nothing to dim the attractiveness of his muscular frame and striking facial features. His grey sweatpants did little to hide the shape and strength of his thighs, which were easily noticeable under the loose fabric as he sat there with his legs wide spread. How inviting.
"Oh, hey!" He paused whatever he was watching on his tv when saw you standing by the front door. The look on your face and the franticness in your breath was enough for him to connect the dots. "Another bust?" He had a cocky grin on his lips.
"I have had enough!" Yanking the door shut, you threw your phone and wallet on the nearby couch and hastily stripped out of your skirt and top. He watched you with a smug smirk on his lips. The way your hips swayed and curves moved with each piece you shed sent a shiver down his spine. He loved the way you moved, the way you owned every inch of your body with confidence and grace. Even in the dim light, it was too easy to notice his dick twitch a little under the grey sweats. "Impatient, aren't ya?"
