"And most importantly, ... who do you need to make you cum?"
"Please make me cum, Jooheon. I need you to make me cum." So what if you're blushing so hard you're radiating heat? So what if you admitted all these things to your friend of almost two years? It's all true and there was already no turning back from any of this. The only mercy given to you is the darkness that fills the room.
Jooheon's lips make contact with your thighs, then he gradually moves towards your lips as he narrows in on his target for the second time. His tongue slips fluidly between your lips and melds perfectly with your flesh. He pushes the length of his tongue slowly down your slit, making sure you feel every centimeter brush against your clit before bringing it back up, just as slowly, to the tip.
Once he nears your bud with tip of his tongue, he curls his tongue, licking it at an agonizingly drawn out pace. He places a couple of soft kisses from his thick lips to your clit, which turns into him sucking on it, stopping only to flick it sporadically and send jolts up your body.
Lapping takes over where the sucking leaves off. With a flattened tongue, he drags over your swollen, needy little bud quickly from side to side, and switches to tracing circles around it with just the tip. Bit by bit, but none too fast, a very welcome and familiar feeling builds within your abdomen. He decides to pause at the most irritating moment, leaving you to wonder, ...what the hell?
"Korean or English?" The randomness of his question throws you off, but the return of his thumb to your clit is far from unwelcome. A short-lived spasm courses throughout your body, the jolt interrupting your words.
"W-what do you mean?"
"Just pick one." The mischievousness his words are swimming in can only mean wonderfully agonizing things are in store for you. You don't have in you to think at the moment, though. Honestly, you just want him to fuck you senseless already.
"Hmm... Surprise me." Is saying this to him really the best idea? Probably not, you tell yourself, but it's too late now. Indeed it is.
The absence of his thumb is noticed immediately. You don't mind once you feel his breath and lips on your flesh. His hands are soft and warm against you, sliding to your hips, waist and then back down all the way to your thighs. He stops briefly massaging everything his hands touch in the most gentle yet firm way.
When his hands come to rest on your thighs, he tightens his grip. His tongue slips seamlessly between your lips once again and grazes against your clit. The dance with you resumes from earlier without missing a beat. Left and right, up and down, moving in what seems to be an unidentifiable pattern. In your subconscious, you realize he's drawing characters on you.
The friction and warmth and speed of his attacks between your thighs send your mind reeling. With each stroke, you feel your muscles tightening and your body becoming hotter. Every fiber of your being wants to moan out loud, but you don't want to give that to him yet. You want to make him work for that satisfaction.
Even though the will is strong, the flesh is weak. Your body twists and turns from the pleasure. Your hips try to close whatever gap they think lies between Jooheon's mouth and yourself. Your breathing becomes erratic. Your left hand rushes down to his hair to take your fingers through it and grip it tightly, while your neglected, desperate core clenches around absolute nothingness.
Since all of the signs were there, especially your heavy breathing and writhing, he opens his eyes and looks up at you, upset and confused by your lack of moans for him. Satisfaction floods his mind, his ego, and, (painfully by this point), his dick at the sight of you. There you are before him, your contorted face in pleasure, your naked, writhing body, all complete by your legs surrounding him, and tiny diamonds of sweat barely visible on your skin in the dim light. It's intoxicating. And it's all because of him.
It crosses his mind to stop, to teach you a lesson for holding back on him. Instead, he stares at you, changing his pace from that of somewhat fast to agonizingly slow and flicks your bud, just to see your reactions to it.
Flick....Flick....Flick.
Every flick sends a delicious jolt through your body and you twitch each time. Jooheon eats up your reactions. He loves this game the two of you are playing. He goes into hyperdrive and flicks your clit as fast as he can, over and over, watching as you bite your bottom lip. He can see he's got you where he wants you. He knows one thing: you're going to lose. You will moan for him.
His grip on your thighs tightens, but not uncomfortably so, and holds you in place while he continues flicking relentlessly. This torture... It makes you want to cave in. Your backed up moans keep fighting you tooth and nail to get free, but you don't want to let them.
To his delight, the tiniest of whimpers escapes your throat. He stops flicking your clit and kisses it.
"It's about time," he flattens his tongue, runs it along your bud in circles, and kisses it again. Your breathing and weakened state make it difficult to respond.
"I don't know what you're talking about," you finally manage to pant out.
"Of course you don't." He smirks at you as he stands and wipes his chin. While taking the moment to relax, even though you're admittedly frustrated you didn't get to cum, you feel two fingers enter you slowly and revel in the hot, soaking wet state you are in. The pad of a thumb can also be felt returning to your poor, abused little clit, rubbing in a circular motion and thrusting in and out of you with curled fingers.
This lasts for only a few brief moments before the dual stimulation has you cumming and clenching around his fingers. Once you've calmed down, but you're still super sensitive, he takes ahold of his dick and rubs the head up and down along your slit, making sure to stroke your clit and tap it with his head a couple of times for good measure.
The wetness from your glistening pussy completely covers the tip and he coats the entirety of his dick with it, pumping himself a couple of times before slipping almost effortlessly into you.
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A/N: I've just now edited this, ...I am so sorry I left you with what I had. That was wrong. Hopefully, this is a bit easier on your mind and the flow of the story as your read. Enjoy! Btw, his hands... his hands... Dallas changed me. Just saying lol
