Earned It | KSJ 🔞

Chapter 7: One of the Girls

Kwon Boram's POV

Last night was amazing. I can still recall how intense every orgasm was and how painfully pleasurable his hold on me that had left bruises all over my body. I had some on my thigh, with the strap marks from the swing remaining on my skin. My limbs felt extremely sore, especially my legs, which I find moving usually laboring.

Everything hurts, but in a good way that I love.

But it wasn't only me that had injuries; he has some, too. Love marks and bites were scattered all over his neck-to-chest area, and his back with a few scratches I had not realized I had given him.

I don't know how long and how many rounds it took us to be satisfied, but I know how late we got to bed by how late we had also woken up.

"Do they sting?" I asked, concerned about the long scratches I had left on his back. "The scratches?"

"Not really." He assured me, finally standing up from the bed, his back facing my direction.

"How are you feeling?" He faced me, allowing me to see his morning erection.

The both of us were still bare, having no energy to put on any clothes after a quick clean-up before bed.

I bit my lip, unable to answer his question as my attention all went to his cock that stood parallel to his flat and toned stomach.

"Boram," he called my name, immediately gaining my attention back to him.

"Huh?"

"I asked you a question. How are you feeling?"

I swallowed. "A little horny?"

"You're unbelievable." He laughed and then came back to the bed and hovered over me.

"We should take care of this." My voice came out soft, deep, and sensually hoarse as my hand palmed his erection, which made him close his eyes and groan.

"You're a freak," he moaned as he began to press himself firmer to my touch, thrusting his hips nice and slow. His eyes darkened as he gazed upon my eyes, and I knew that we were about to start or continue rather, what we did last night. "It's my fault."

"Mmm-hmmm. I'm not complaining about it." I crossed the distance of our faces, conquering his lips and using my other hand to push him closer to me through his nape.

"Vanilla sounds sweet for breakfast," he whispered into my ear, which had me chuckling, recalling when he told me vanilla was never his thing.

"I like having a sweet breakfast."

He took my hand that was palming him and pinned it on the pillow, leveled to my head, the same thing as the other. He returned his lips to mine, maintaining their slow and tender duet.

"Put it in," I commanded in a breathy voice.

He set my hands free, using one to support his weight as the other held his length.

I gasped as he ran his tip through my folds, and I prepared myself for a stretch, knowing to myself that our foreplay wasn't enough to lubricate me for easy penetration.

"So fucking tight," he groaned as he slowly buried himself inside my cavern, having me arch my back as I released a heavy breath and wrapped my arms around him to pull him closer to me.

"J-Jin, fuck," I cursed in a low but soft voice, elongating the pronunciation of the curse.

He moved his hips slowly or moderately, alternating from lifting himself and going back down to kiss me. It was slow and burning, yet the passion and intimacy were stronger than how gentle and tender our touch was.