lessons in intimacy (k.ys)
summary:Β you didn't mean to actually meet the man who's audio porn was single handedly getting you off every night, but you do.
note:Β this has been a looooong time coming and is dedicated to one of my best friends, grace. π i hope everyone enjoys this chaotic smut fest.... also i've recently discovered that porn is actually illegal to produce or consume in korea? so suspend your disbelief for this fic lol
warnings: camboy!yeosang/barista!yeosang x fem!reader, it's a smut-a-thon barely a plot in sight featuring - nsfw/audio porn, guided masturbation, female masturbation, male masturbation, lots and lots of orgasms, use of dildo, nipple play, one night stand dynamics except they kind of fall for each other, big and i mean big dick yeosang, oral sex (f receiving), gratuitous squirting, fingering, thigh riding/grinding, protected and unprotected sex (do not do this they're being hella dumb), rough sex, maaaaaajor praise play he says good girl more times than i can count, so much use of 'baby', plus pretty girl/babygirl, absolute pleasure soft dom yeosang of our dreams, reader literally passes out from coming you're welcome
pairings:Β yeosang x reader
genre:Β smut and more smut, where's the plot???
word count:Β 14.5K
additional note: yeosang owns a cafe in this fic called ongozisin, it's a real cafe in seoul and you can check out their ig here! the vibes are truly so yeosang i can't even articulate it, so i just wanted to share this for the extra visual!
Paid porn for women has tiers. You stumble headfirst into this realization with your fingers stuffed inside yourself and your body slick with sweat, and thereβs nothing that takes you right out of your frantic self care session than a request for your credit card number and a terms of service page.Β
Your chest is heaving, legs shaking, and you feel your orgasm slip right through your fingers as you skim over his Fansly page. You should have just skipped to another one of his free audios on Pornhub like you always do, but this week was long and stressful and slightly emotionally fraught, and thereβs only so many times you can ignore his husky little ad at the end of the audio file inviting you to check out the full, uncut content.Β
βJesus,β You breathe, pushing yourself up in the bed and letting your phone drop to the side as you recover your breath.Β
Are you really going to do this? Are you really going to pay for porn? The internet is full of it, spilling over from every angle with any little thing you can imagine. Thereβs a reason Rule 34 exists, people are horny and people love attention, so if you can fathom it thereβs free porn of it.Β
And yet, nothing ever, ever gets you there like he does, and youβve never even seen his face.Β
You glance down at your phone again and you see his familiar header image, a deeply contrasted black and white header of tangled white sheets, and his username striking across the corner in neon green. fromryu. This is what drew you in initially, the simplicity of it all. You were sick of skimming through all of the men making porn for women with names like βTheMasterDominantβ, βYour_Daddyβ, or βforherpleasureeeβ and then just listening to them groan in your ear and call you a slut for fifteen minutes. That might work for some, but it definitely doesnβt work for you.Β
Ryu was different, is different. His audios are a mix of scenario based role-plays and straight forward guided masturbation for women, and youβre pretty sure he comes right along with you when you listen, but itβs just not the same.
Youβve fucked yourself to every single one of his free audios. Some of them more than once, some of them several times, if youβre being honest. Youβve always ignored his ads, because he gives so much content away for free you canβt imagine what would be behind a paywall that would get you off harder, until today.Β
Your brain just couldnβt get there. Youβve heard him chuckle that chuckle before, say that line before, coax you into orgasm with those exact words before, and you need more.Β
Your credit card is firmly in your hand before you can give it another thought, and with a fluttering stomach you tuck yourself into a robe and back into bed to pick a tier. With a long sip of a fresh glass of wine you lean back in your pillows and read through his welcome page.Β
His tiers make you smirk, heβs funny.
Third base, full uncut audios and one special audio per month just for subscribers β $4.99/month
Just the tip, uncut audios, one special audio per month, and access to a private discord server where subscribers can make audio request submissions β $9.99/month
Every inch (and more), uncut audios, exclusive audios, access to discord, exclusive video content, and access to a private Snapchat - $24.99/month
In for a penny, in for a pound, you guess.Β
You click on βEvery inch (and more)β and plug in your card numbers before you have a second to rethink your decision. You really hope you donβt get hit with a fraud alert that you have to explain to some poor customer service representative.Β
The wheel spins, the charge goes through, and suddenly youβre in. Your mouth has never been so dry.Β
Thereβs dozens of videos, dozens. For every audio youβve listened to on Pornhub, thereβs a video that goes with it, and for every free piece of content thereβs two times as much paid video content. $24.99 was nothing compared to how many hours of content youβre suddenly sifting through.Β
Thereβs a common thread across every video though, you can already tell from the thumbnails, Ryu still never shows his face. Almost every thumbnail is the same, a white wall and a charcoal gray couch, and a man wearing oversized black sweatpants and a tight black athletic shirt.Β
His knees are parted, legs spread open and casual, and his hands rest clasped between them. You swallow thickly at the sight of his arms. Heβs built. His hands are so good looking you think idly that he should just be modeling watches or something, itβs ridiculous how nice they are. His skin is tanned, veins snaking up his forearms, and silver rings across several of his long, thick fingers. Can the sight of a manβs hands make you come? Your aching clit throbs.Β
You skim through the video titles and tags to try and select one and your stomach twists. His videos are even more varied than the free content he posts and organized so well you think you might be in love with him already.Β
Thereβs a folder for role play videos, and you skim through that quickly just to see. Neighbor overhears you moaning and comes to check on you, best friend takes your virginity, boss and secretary working late, brotherβs best friend slips into your room at a sleepover, step-daddy teaches his babygirl a lesson.Β
Your cheeks flush hot pink and you settle further into your sheets, backing out of this folder and navigating to your tried and true favorite.
Guided masturbation and encouragement.Β
There are even more videos in this folder and you skim through any of those ones that say βexclusiveβ in the title to avoid ones youβve already heard parts of. The hashtags alone leave you breathless and you have no idea what to choose, every video cleanly tagged with what youβll need to be able to keep up with his instructions. Hands only, rabbit vibe, hitachi wand, bullet vibe, dildo, butt plug, nipple clamps, lubricant, massage oil, blindfold, wrist restraints, ankle restraints, the list goes on and on.
You select one at almost random with the tags βhands and fingersβ, βdildoβ, and βoptional squirtingβ.Β
The screen starts black, and for a second youβre pretty sure somethingβs wrong, but then you hear him.Β
βHi everyone,β Your muscles melt, and you push your noise canceling earbuds deeper into your ears, βI have something a little special today,βΒ
Youβve never heard him talk so casually, almost like a vlogger or something. His voice hasnβt yet shifted into that deep teasing tone that kicks off every free video, and youβre already sold on every dollar youβve spent when he starts to just chat.Β
βI got a request from a special subscriber in my discord,β He says, βsomeone whoβs become a friend and who confided in me that sheβs never been able to make herself squirt,βΒ
Your breath comes a little more quickly.Β
βItβs not easy to do, I know,β He says, tenderly, the screen still black, βand I want you all to know that if youβre still struggling after this audio, thatβs okay. It takes time, and your body is not a sex toy. Thereβs not a perfect combination that works for every person with a vagina,βΒ
Your brow quirks at the inclusivity of his language choice and you smile a little, easing yourself down in the bed to keep listening to him.Β
βBut Iβm going to do my best to help you,β He continues, βso while I get set up over here, I need you to get your own space ready. Get up out of bed or off the couch, but keep me with you, okay, baby?βΒ
Youβre shaking and he hasnβt even said anything sexy yet. You donβt always listen perfectly to instructions, sometimes you skip ahead a bit and get to the good stuff just to get yourself off, but this time itβs different. You tuck your phone in your robe pocket and stand.Β
βFor this session,β You can almost see the smile in his voice and you try to imagine him, βyouβll need a couple of good towels laid out across your space. Youβll need to drink a big glass of water before we get started, and then I want you to find your best dildo, the one that really makes you come hard. The one that fills you up just right, that hits that tender little place you wish I was touching with my fingers,βΒ
Heβs going to make you come so hard you see Jesus, you can tell already.Β
βWe need everything to be perfect,β He says, βand for you to be comfortable. Tonight is not the night to test out that new toy, okay? Tonight is for you and me, so go and get your supplies, and Iβll tell you all about my day. Iβll be your favorite little sexy podcast.β
As he starts warmly talking to his audience about his long lazy morning off work, you nearly crumble. Youβre really not supposed to be getting a crush on this guy, but here you fucking are. Heβs sweet, casual and laughs a little while he talks, and while you gather up the towels and the water and the frankly oversized dildo, youβre smiling.Β
You hear him sit down and sigh and then his voice shifts, just a little, βAlright, baby, are you ready?βΒ
You sink back back down to sit on your own bed and you wait.Β
βJust a reminder,β He says, βI will be using female descriptors throughout this video. If youβre uncomfortable with me calling you βgirlβ, like babygirl or good girl, or referring to you as a woman in any way, I am posting the similar content with male descriptors. If youβd prefer to hear baby boy or good boy, check the links below this video, okay?βΒ
You smile again.Β
βAlright,β He hums, βnow, where were we?βΒ
The camera clicks on and you feel the little gasp leave you. You almost forgot.Β
He leans back on the couch and keeps talking, βThatβs right, the lesson. Get settled over the towels, and if youβre wearing anything, itβs time to take it off for me.βΒ
You lay back over the towels and let your robe part open.Β
βThatβs so good,β He croons softly, βgod, youβre so pretty, baby,βΒ
Your chest thumps hard.Β
βLetβs start slow, okay?β His hands smooth over his thighs, βthe key here is teasing, and I know how much you like it when I tease you.βΒ
Your hand rests on your own thigh, your other propping up the phone as you watch with rapt attention.Β
βTouch your pretty thighs for me,β His voice is rich and thick in your ears, βthatβs a good girl, there we go, nice and soft. Is your pussy wet? Did I do that to you again, pretty girl?βΒ
Youβre barely breathing, eyes fixated on the screen as he strokes his own thigh through his sweatpants, slow and steady.Β
βAre you aching?β He asks and you canβt help but nod, feeling like suddenly he can see you through the screen.Β
βTouch just a little,β He murmurs, βbut donβt jump ahead. Keep your fingers off your clit, weβre not there yet, sweetheart.βΒ
A little tight sound slips out of you as you follow his instructions.Β
βIs your sweet slit wet?β He hums, and his hand slides up his thigh and rests over his stomach, βAre you throbbing?βΒ
Fuck.Β
βSomeday, baby,β He sighs and you watch him shift on the couch cushions, βIβll taste you,βΒ
βFuck,β You whisper.Β
βBut for now,β Heβs smiling, you know it, βyou just need to listen to me and do everything I tell you,βΒ
Youβre nodding again.Β
βI promise,β He says, βIβll take such good care of you baby, if you listen, I promise to make you come.βΒ
Your stomach clenches, core fluttering, and you drift your fingertips up and down your slit, following the way his middle finger is slowly sliding back and forth on his abs.Β
βAre you listening?β His voice goes husky and your head drops back into the pillows. Next time youβll need a better way to watch him and listen and touch yourself, but youβre so incredibly desperate at this moment that it really doesnβt matter, youβll make due.Β
βYou are, arenβt you?β He murmurs, βGood girl,βΒ
Your legs spread a little wider.Β
He leans forward, you hear the rustling of the fabric and you snap your eyes back to the video to see him leaning forward, hands clasped together loosely, and youβre pretty sure you can see the outline of a bulge in his sweatpants.Β
βDoes it hurt?β He croons, teasing.Β
You love him like this.Β
βTake your hand away from your pussy,β He says, just a little more commanding, βright now, baby,βΒ
You pull it back reluctantly.Β
βClose your eyes for a minute,β He murmurs, βspread your legs for me,βΒ
You comply immediately.Β
βTease your nipples,β He sounds a little breathier now and you fight the urge to watch the video, βdo whatever feels good, touch your tits exactly the way you like it,βΒ
You roll your nipples, tugging them softly and kneading your breasts with both hands now that youβre not propping up the phone.Β
βImagine me with you,β He says, βfeel my fingers sliding up your calves, my lips on your inner thigh, you can feel my breath against your sweet cunt, I know you can,βΒ
Youβre about to come untouched, thatβs the thought that rocks through your mind when your hips jerk on their own, his deep voice nestled right in your ear.Β
βLook at you,β He muses, βsquirming around, so fucking desperate for something inside you,βΒ
Your breath catches.Β
βYouβre so needy,β He continues, βare you making noise for me? Little pants, little moans? Are you trying to be quiet?β He clicks his tongue against his teeth, a soft scold, βNot with me, baby,βΒ
A moan bubbles up out of you.Β
βHands off.βΒ
Your eyes open immediately, and you donβt pull your hands away just yet, but youβre frozen still. Youβre breathing hard, blush climbing up your chest, and your hips jerk slightly. If he doesnβt let you touch yourself soon, youβre going to lose your mind.Β
βGood girl,β He says after a moment, βvery good,βΒ
You drop your hands, scrambling for the phone so you can see what heβs going to do next.Β
βNow watch me,β He instructs, holding his palm up to the camera, βtake two fingers,β he separates his fingers, keeping his middle and index fingers tucked together, βand when theyβre inside curl them just like this.β He crooks his fingers in a come-hither motion, βJust like this,βΒ
You slide your hand down your front, slipping your fingers through your soaked folds, but his voice makes you pause.Β
βGo slow,β He instructs, βpush them in nice and slow for me,βΒ
You follow his instructions.Β
βThere you go,β He sighs softly, βnow curl your fingers,βΒ
You watch as he does it in the video and you follow instructions dutifully, your fingers brushing over your spongy g-spot.Β
βFeel that?β He leans back, and the tent in his sweatpants makes you pant, βThat perfect little spot that makes you whine so good for me?βΒ
You nod again, biting down on your lip, desperate to move but waiting.Β
βWhen I say,β He slips his fingertips into his sweatpants, teasing you, βfuck your perfect pussy with those fingers,β
Sweat drips down your chest.Β
His hand disappears into his sweats and he groans, βNow,βΒ
You donβt have to be told twice.Β
βHarder,β He says, throaty and low, βI know you can,βΒ
A tight sound slips out of you as you work yourself, but you nearly fall apart when you watch him push down the top of his sweats. His cock is huge, thereβs no other way to say it. Thick and perfect, aching pink at the head and when he wraps his hand around himself you feel the tense knot of your orgasm rushing back.Β
βOh, f-fuck,β You scramble in the sheets, pulsing your fingers in and out just like he told you to.Β
βLook at you,β He says again, βfucking yourself for me. I bet youβre imagining my fingers, arenβt you? Just like Iβm imagining your dripping pussy,βΒ
Pleasure rocks in your gut.Β
βUse your other hand,β He instructs, βrub that clit for me,βΒ
You drop the phone like itβs hot, and you have to crane your neck to see the video, but it doesnβt matter. Heβs given you the perfect permission to do exactly what you need and you have to take it.Β
βDoes that feel good, baby? Yeah? Do you feel like you need to come for me?β His voice gets closer to the microphone and youβre rapidly approaching the edge, βYouβre so close, fuck, listen to you,βΒ
βGod, oh god,β Your legs are trembling.Β
βDo you see how hard you make me?β His fist jerks over his cock faster and your mind is unraveling, none of his other audios feel like this, βDo you know how much I want to see you come?βΒ
Pressure drops in your belly.Β
βFuck,β He pants, βyouβre almost there, I know you want to come for me, but not until I say,βΒ
Itβs happening whether he wants it to or not, whether you want it or not, and your fingers bear down harder on your clit, your eyes locking closed, head falling back.Β
βHands off,β Heβs not teasing anymore, heβs telling, βright now, babygirl, hands off.βΒ
You pull your hands away and itβs possible that nothing has ever felt as bad as this one stolen orgasm. Your hands are shaking, body flushed and slick with sweat, and if any of your neighbors are up they are probably getting an earful.Β
You lock eyes with the video again and his hands rest on his knees, cock standing tall and at attention, edging with you.Β
βGet that dildo nice and wet,β He says, and you search your sheets for the silicone cock, βin your mouth pretty girl, imagine thatβs my cock between your lips,βΒ
He strokes his hand slowly down his length, smearing a bead of precum down to the base of his shaft as you dip the cock between your lips and take it as far in your mouth as you can.Β
βItβs time to come,β He soothes, like he knows youβre a whining, quivering mess, βI know you need it,βΒ
The dildo pops free from your mouth and you watch as he lifts the hem of his shirt to expose the smooth plane of his abs, βFuck yourself with me, sweetheart,βΒ
Pleasure pops through you as you press the toy to your hot channel.Β
βNice and fast,β He pleads, thrusting into his fist, βdonβt stop this time, not until you come,βΒ
The bubble inside you expands again, pressure everywhere.Β
βJust trust me,β He whispers in your ear, βdonβt stop. Iβve got you, Iβm right here, you let go baby. Donβt fight it,βΒ
Your back arches up off the bedding, the muscles in your arm aching as you thrust the toy in and out of yourself, pressing it up again and again into your g-spot.Β
βCome, baby,β He sounds like heβs begging, and your free hand flies down to grip the sheets, βlet go, you come, thatβs it, there you go,βΒ
You turn your head, catching sight of him again and the way he works himself over.Β
βThere we go,β He groans sharply, his own release spurting up ropes of cum onto his exposed chest, βcan you feel me inside you? Come with me, thatβs a good girl, good fucking girl,βΒ
He sounds dizzy, panting himself, youβve never heard him quite like this and one final thrust sends you spilling over the edge. Your vision whites, body locking up in ecstatic pleasure, and you clap a hand over your lips to stifle the moan that rips out of you.Β
It takes a minute to come back from that. Your ears ringing, and the dildo slips out of you with a final pulse from your shattering orgasm. Heβs talking, you register it, but his voice sounds far away and you realize that youβve lost your earbuds. You scramble to get them back in, pulling the video up to your eyes.Β
β-And thatβs okay,β Heβs saying, his cock tucked away and his shirt back down, βyou can try again another time if you didnβt quite get there,βΒ
For a second youβre confused, it was the hardest orgasm of your life, but then you remember this was intended to be a guided masturbation to squirt and you blush, alone in your apartment, at the fact that you didnβt quite get there and heβs talking to you.Β
βItβs all about the build up,β He explains, βbut Iβm sure with a little practice we can get you there.βΒ
Youβve never really cared about squirting until now, but he makes it sound like a perfect date and something tells you that youβll be back here again night after night if heβll have you.Β
βAnyway,β He sighs and you hope heβs smiling above the camera, βthank you for spending a little bit of your day with me, I hope I made you feel as good as you made me feel,βΒ
You blush again.Β
βIβll see you soon,β He assures, gentle like a lover would, βsleep well, jagiya,βΒ
The video cuts and you blink hard, youβre still smiling.Β
You are so, so fucked.Β
After that, Ryu becomes a problem. You wish it was just the videos and the dirty talk and the good orgasms, but itβs more than that. You just like to hear him talk now, the little bits at the beginning about his day are starting to get into your head. And then thereβs the Snapchat.Β
You kind of expected the private Snap to be sexy photos and videos of him in the almost pitch dark huskily saying good morning, but it isnβt. You still have never seen his face, but his videos are casual, friendly, too real for a man you spend every night fantasizing about. He chats about things heβs doing or books heβs reading while heβs cooking, filming just shoulders down so you can watch the muscles in his arms while he chops vegetables. You fall in love with the sound of his voice when heβs just talking, his stretched out s-sounds that only really peek through outside of his constructed scenes. You find yourself missing him a little on days he doesnβt post.Β
Youβve gotten used to waking up with him, falling asleep with him, checking in on him during the day. His message announcements in Snapchat donβt feel like theyβre for everyone, they feel like theyβre for you. You know thatβs not true of course, you know youβre paying a hefty monthly bill just to feel like this, but you donβt care. Itβs been a while, and youβd be lying if you said you didnβt just need some company.Β
Itβs a Thursday when everything goes to shit.Β
You wake up far too late, forgetting to set the alarm on your phone after falling asleep directly after yet another Ryu narrated orgasm, and everything has been off kilter since. Youβre scrambling to get to work on time and every little thing is going wrong. Your coffee machine isnβt turning on, the sweater you want to wear is still in the wash, and your umbrella will not open despite the rain thatβs ruining what would have been a good hair day.Β
When you decide to stop into the coffee shop across from your office itβs not even a want, it's a need. Youβre already thirty minutes late, why not make it forty-five?Β
Youβve never come here, not once. Youβre used to going to the shop around the block from your apartment, and this place is new. Ongozisin is the kind of place youβd normally take your time in. The space is clearly industrial, concrete walls and flooring made to look unfinished. The aesthetic is still warm though, with natural dark wood furniture and bamboo accents, Joseon era paintings and a juniper bonsai along the back wall.Β
To the left side of the cafe stands a bay of tall windows and the very modern, very clean point of sale. The line isnβt too long, but you can see that the pace of this place is slower by design, so maybe youβll just round up and call it an hour late. A door opens to your left and you watch as one of the baristas steps out from a kitchen holding two black plates of colorful, carefully constructed pastries.Β
The line moves ahead of you, and the person behind you softly clears their throat to jog your attention.Β
You step closer, only one person ahead of you now.Β
When you hear his voice you nearly reach for your phone.Β
βThatβs perfect,β Itβs Ryu, clear as day. His voice is distinct and deep and here.Β
Your eyes snap up to the barista behind the counter, your body frozen stock still as you take him in, mind spinning.Β
βDo you want any cream?β He says to the woman ordering.Β
Blush lights up your cheeks and all you can think about is the video you watched the night before and his voice in your ear - Do you want my cum inside you, pretty baby?Β
You should leave. Thereβs a reason this man is anonymous on the internet, never showing an inch of his face, and Ryu isnβt even his name, it's just what you call him. He never calls himself anything in the videos, never reveals what part of Korea he lives in, never talks about his job. He doesnβt want to be found.Β
Youβre about to turn, run, scramble away, but his voice comes again and this time you realize heβs talking to you. The man, Ryu, smiles, βGood morning, can I get you something?βΒ
Youβre frozen.Β
βMiss?β A little crease between his brows.Β
βSorry,β You jump forwards, ignoring the annoyed huff behind you and shaking off as much of this panic as you can, βI donβt know where my head is this morning,βΒ
βThatβs alright,β He says warmly, βthatβs what Iβm here for,βΒ
You canβt say anything, your mind blanks.Β
His eyes flick over you and then he nods, βYou know, coffee? To wake you up?βΒ
βRight!β You nod, βSorry, yes, an americano please,βΒ
βIced or hot?β He asks.Β
Are you feeling hot, babygirl? Do you need to take something off for me?Β
βHot,β You say it on a reflex but then you remember yourself, βno sorry, iced, iced please,βΒ
βOkay, sure,β He smiles, βiced,βΒ
You make it through payment without too much more embarrassment, apologizing again, and then you step to the side. Another barista appears, slotting into Ryuβs place so he can turn his attention to the drinks he needs to make and you take the moment to get composed.Β
Heβs handsome, thatβs a given. You expected that, but still he looks even better than your imagination conjured up, more real. He looks exactly right for this cafe too, his black hair long enough to brush the base of his neck with half gathered into a ponytail, pieces loose to frame his angular face. Heβs dressed smartly too, black oversized trousers and a fitted black t-shirt, slim black boots, and an open jacket in a dramatic modern-hanbok style. You realize youβre staring the minute his eyes hold on yours and they crinkle up as he smiles. He has a birthmark, a smooth light pink flush across his eye and your heart thumps in your chest.Β
βLong night?β He asks you, passing off a coffee in a mug to the woman who had been ahead of you in line.Β
He just puts you at ease and you nod, βSomething like that,βΒ
βAh,β He knocks out the round cake of used espresso from the portafilter as he talks, βand you look like you got caught in the rain, donβt you have an umbrella?βΒ
βBroken,β You grimace, βitβs been one of those mornings,βΒ
βMm,β He nods, focusing on queueing up espresso for your americano, but while the shots pull he turns back to you, βI donβt think Iβve seen you here before?βΒ
You shake your head, βNo, first time,βΒ
βDo you like it?β He gestures around with a nod of his head.Β
βVery much,β You smile, βitβs a great space,βΒ
He smiles again, looking proud, βIβm glad you like it,β he says, βwe havenβt been open very long, but so far people have seemed to enjoy it,βΒ
βOh,β You watch him pour your espresso over ice, βis the cafe yours?βΒ
He nods, βMine and my friendβs,βΒ
You wish you werenβt late, you wish you were able to stay just a little longer.Β
βWell,β You tell him honestly, βitβs beautiful here, Iβll have to come in more often, I only work across the street.β
βAh,β He nods, βI thought you looked familiar,βΒ
Blush creeps up your neck.Β
βDid you need cream?β He asks and you hope he doesnβt notice the way your pulse quickens at his words, but he nods towards your coffee and you shake your head.Β
βThank you,β You take the cup off the bar and step back, βI appreciate it.βΒ
βI hope that helps,β He says, and then he glances behind you at the large round window, βactually, Iβm sorry, can you wait one moment?βΒ
βSure,β You watch him duck out from behind the bar, making a quick beeline for the swinging door that leads back into the kitchen. You have no idea what he could want, thereβs no way youβd be recognized by him except as a stranger on the street, and your stomach knots up.Β
It takes him a moment, but he darts back out, a long black umbrella in his hand, βTake this,βΒ
βI canβt do that,β You wave a hand, βIβm only across the street, but thatβs really kind of you,βΒ
βIf youβre only across the street then I know where to go to get it back,β He shakes his head, βjust take it, itβs raining like crazy out there,βΒ
He presses the handle of the umbrella into your free hand, and your breath catches in your throat, his skin brushing against yours. Your eyes flick over his rings, just the same as always. A signet with a deep black stone, a hammered silver band, a clearly vintage one on his index finger that looks like an old Catholic saint token, the finer details rubbed away with age.Β
βWhat time do you close?β You ask, accepting the umbrella.Β
βSeven,βΒ
βIβll bring it back after work then,β You tell him, βis that alright?β
He nods, βBut if itβs still raining, just keep it. Bring it by tomorrow,βΒ
βTomorrow,β You nod.Β
βMhm,β He nods, something warm in his expression, βthis will have to be your new usual spot,βΒ
Is he flirting? Youβre wholly and entirely unprepared to deal with that considering the way you moaned his name last night. Something clicks in your brain at that thought though and you nod, βMaybe it will. Iβm y/n, by the way,βΒ
βYeosang,β He smiles, βitβs very nice to meet you.βΒ
Yeosang.
βYou too,β You dip your head, βand thank you again for this,βΒ
βOf course,β He says, βI hope this turns your morning around a little,βΒ
You open your mouth to say something, but thereβs a voice from the cafe bar that slices cleanly between your conversation, βYeosang-ah!βΒ
Yeosang glances back and then he sighs, just a little, βI have to go,β he tells you, βbut Iβll see you again,βΒ
βSee you again,βΒ
Heβs back behind the bar before you can blink, focusing on each customerβs order. The man who called his name is grinning, and you wonder idly if heβs the friend who owns the cafe with Yeosang or just a part-timer.Β
With your stomach fluttering, you push out into the rain to get to work, Yeosangβs name on a loop in your brain for the rest of the day. When you get home, his umbrella resting by the door, you delete his Snapchat from your contacts and unsubscribe from his Fansly account.Β
Ongozisin becomes a daily ritual.Β
The money you used to spend on his Fansly now goes straight into the cafe, first thing in the morning before work and a last lingering stop in the evening before you go home.Β
On busy days you barely get to see him and sometimes youβre left just chatting with Wooyoung, his best friend and business partner. You like him too, you like the atmosphere and their kind warmth, but if youβre being honest you find yourself living for slow days. The days where youβve timed it just right to have a little talk before the rush of the day or the closing tasks of the evening.Β
Little by little, Ryu fades from your mind, and the man in front of you is just Yeosang. The guy who runs your favorite coffee shop, the guy who dresses almost otherworldly, who smiles wide but only when you say something truly funny, who sometimes gets lost in his own head while heβs making cappuccinos.Β
Heβs lovely.Β
Sometimes you think he might be flirting, a little more suavely and charismatic than his business partner who asked if you had a crush on him since you were coming into the cafe so much. Sometimes Yeosang adds a little extra treat to your plate of food or he adds pretty latte art to your cup if youβre staying in the cafe. That might be nothing, but it certainly might be something.Β
It isnβt until another day of rain, harsh pelting rain, that Yeosang appears at your table.Β
βWe close soon,β He says, and when he sees the brief flash of concern that youβve overstayed your welcome on your face he shakes his head, βsorry, I meant to ask, how are you getting home tonight?βΒ
βThe train,β You glance outside.Β
His nose crinkles, βYou donβt have an umbrella today either,β
βTrue,β You look down at your belongings, βI didnβt check the weather,βΒ
βIf you wait a bit for us to lock up,β He says, βIβd be happy to walk you to the station,βΒ
βOh,βΒ
βOr if youβre not busy,β He clears his throat softly, βI could walk you to this little restaurant around the corner?βΒ
Flirting, then.Β
You smile and nod, trying to keep your eagerness tamped down to a normal amount, βAre you asking me out, Yeosang?βΒ
He grins, βIβve been trying to,βΒ
Your stomach flips pleasantly, βIβll wait, dinner sounds nice,βΒ
His shoulders sag, a little relief in his expression and he clears away your empty cup as he says, βIβll be quick,β
You catch Wooyoung slapping his friend's shoulder as he disappears into the back room, and before you know it youβre blushing and sitting across from this man at the restaurant down the block.Β
Dinner is so smooth it feels surreal. It turns out you both like the same music, and several books too, and youβve never been on a date with a man who asked you so many questions about yourself and didnβt just talk your ear off. Dinner stretches long too, and youβre strangely grateful itβs a Friday when you finally do check the time. He has to work on Saturday at the cafe, but not until a little later in the morning, and so neither one of you really wants to call it quits.Β
The after dinner walk turns meandering, and then his hand is brushing against yours, knuckles to knuckles.Β
You donβt think of him as Ryu until his fingers brush down your back, lips close to your ear when he finally asks you. The way he does makes your body melt - I hope Iβm not ruining things by asking, but would you like to come home with me tonight?
You agree before your mind catches up to itself, but every step of the walk to his apartment has your heart picking up speed. You had forgotten on the date how you met him, really met him, and your gut churns.Β
Do you tell him? Do you lie?Β
Everytime he grins at you, touches you, tucks his long hair behind his ear and nods, you canβt imagine a one night stand. You could maybe swallow the truth if thatβs all this was to you, but itβs not, and so you canβt.Β
On his block you feel the internal countdown ticking.Β
βYou can change your mind, you know,β He offers, noticing how youβve gone quiet, and it pulls you straight out of your thoughts.Β
βOh,β Your head snaps up, βIβm sorry, I donβt want to change my mind at all, I just got a little lost in thought.βΒ
He nods, this time finding your hand and giving you a squeeze, his steps slowing as you approach his building, βCan I ask what about?βΒ
You nod, returning the soft pulse of his hand in yours before separating your skin from his. His eyes flick down to your hands, and then back up to your eyes.Β
βI have a bit of a confession,β You swallow hard, βsomething I think I should tell you before we go upstairs,βΒ
βOkay,β He leans against the stone wall behind him, βis everything alright?βΒ
βI hope so,β You nod, βI just feel like thereβs something I should say now, and if it makes you uncomfortable at all, just be honest. Iβll go home, no hard feelings,βΒ
βy/n,β His brows draw together in confusion, βwhatβs going on?βΒ
You take a deep breath, taking a step back to get a little breathing room, βI recognized you when I came into the cafe that first day,βΒ
βRecognized me?βΒ
βYeah,β You clear your throat, your chest feeling tight, βfor the past few months Iβve beenβ¦ a subscriber,β
βA subscriber,β He repeats, and for a brief flickering second you wonder to yourself if this man just looks and sounds and feels exactly like Ryu but isnβt, but then his face blanches, βoh,βΒ
βIβm not anymore,β You shake your head, βand clearly you like your privacy, so I didnβt know how to just come out and say it, but if youβre actually interested in me and not just being flirty at the cafe then I just canβt lie to youβ¦ I donβt want to start something with a lie,βΒ
Heβs quiet, and then his eyes flick down.Β
It was so, so nice while it lasted.Β
βI should have told you sooner,β Your stomach flips and you take another step back, βand I completely understand that youβre upset, Iβll just, I wonβt say anything to anyone and it was lovely getting to know you, and Iβm sorry, Iβll go,βΒ
His head snaps up, βGo? y/n, stop, slow down,βΒ
His hands smooth down your forearms as he jumps forwards, pulling you gently back towards him. Your heart is beating so loud you can practically hear it, βIβm sorry,βΒ
βIβm not upset,β He assures, βcan we go inside to talk? I donβt want to do this in the street,βΒ
You nod, letting him lead you through the garden gate and up towards the house, but his words pulse on a loop in your mind. You hope heβs good at letting you down easy because this hurts. You should have known it that first day at the cafe, you should have stayed away and not played with fire.Β
His house is small, but very nice and despite being sparsely decorated, you like it. You feel trapped in the entryway so unsure of what to do in this space, especially when you recognize the corner of his gray couch.Β
βCan I get you a drink or something?β He interrupts your thoughts, βI have wine, probably some soju, and a bottle of truly undrinkable Japanese whisky,βΒ
βUndrinkable?β You blink.Β
βI think itβs supposed to be very good if you like whisky,β He explains, βit was a gift,βΒ
βAh,β You couldnβt feel more awkward if you tried, βwine, I guess?βΒ
βOkay,β He smiles, a close lipped polite smile that doesnβt quite touch his eyes, βwell, make yourself comfortable, Iβll get us a drink and then we can talk,βΒ
βSure,β Youβre still frozen as he walks away down the hall to what you presume is the kitchen. It takes a minute to unstick yourself, but you make your way to the couch and wait.Β
He returns with two glasses of red wine and then he sits in the chair opposite you, not on the stretch of couch next to you.Β
βSorry,β You take the wine, stomach flip flopping, βI know this isnβt how you thought the night would go,βΒ
βMm,β He nods, taking a sip of his drink.
βI donβt know what to say,β You tell him honestly.Β
He nods, looking anywhere but at you until he finally meets your eyes again, βYouβre not a subscriber anymore?βΒ
βNo,β You tell him firmly.Β
βWhy?β He asks, and the question hangs between you.Β
βWhen I recognized you at the cafe and you were being so nice to me,β You explain, βit occurred to me that something might happen between us, as friends or otherwise, and it just felt wrong to know you as Yeosang and thenβ¦ engage with your content that is clearly anonymous and meant to be private. I didnβt want to do that without you knowing,βΒ
He nods, setting his glass on the nearby coffee table, βI see,βΒ
βYou are keeping it private, right? I feel like youβre careful to not overshare,βΒ
βYes,β He nods, βno one knows.βΒ
βThen I really am sorry,β You set your own glass aside and lean forwards, βIβm sure you didnβt want to bring your real life as Yeosang and your online life as Ryu together, I just recognized your voice immediately that day in the cafe,β
βAs Ryu?β He glances back up at you.Β
βThatβs what Iβ¦β You try to parse through it so it doesnβt sound like a parasocial affair, βfromryu, you know? Thatβs just what I filled in for your name, I guess,βΒ
βRyusang,β He nods, βitβs the Hanja spelling of Yeosang,βΒ
βOh,β You soften.Β
βWhy didnβt you mention you knew me before?β He asks, but despite his words nothing in his demeanor is upset, just curious.Β
You take another large, steadying gulp of wine and nod, βI didnβt really think the cafe was an appropriate place to tell you that Iβve gotten off to your voice before,βΒ
He laughs sharply and looks down, βOkay, thatβs fair,βΒ
βRight,β You murmur.Β
βy/n,β He sounds hesitant and you look back up to him, βcan I ask you something?βΒ
βAnything,βΒ
βDid you come out with me tonight because you wanted to go out on a date with the guy from the cafe, or because you wanted to have sex with Ryu?β The question is direct and cutting.Β
βWith you,β You answer quickly, and now you know exactly why heβs putting this distance between you, βyou, Yeosang.βΒ
Heβs quiet, turning your words over, you can practically see him thinking.Β
βYeo,β You murmur, fighting the urge to reach out to him, βif all I wanted was that, I wouldnβt have told you. But I really like you, Yeosang, and Iβd like to see more of you and see where this could go, but I completely understand if me knowing this part of you is too much. If you donβt want to go any further with me romantically or as a friend, this can just be a nice date we both had,βΒ
He nods and then says, βI have one more question,βΒ
You wait, your stomach in knots.Β
βDo you have a problem with what I do?β He asks.Β
βI mean,β You shake your head, βI was a subscriber, so no,βΒ
βI donβt mean like that,β He clarifies his words, βI mean in terms of a romantic relationship. I like my work, both the cafe and the content, and if we start seeing each other Iβm not going to suddenly stop making porn just like I wouldnβt close the cafe.βΒ
βIβm not asking you to,β You shift over on the couch and reach towards him, resting a hand on his forearm.Β
βIβve dated a few women,β He explains, slipping his hand into yours and twining your fingers together, βthis was not something any of them were comfortable with,βΒ
βOh,β You nod, but he continues.Β
βA couple of them thought it might be fun,β He adds, βbut when things got more serious they expected me to stop for them,βΒ
βIβm sorry,β You tell him quietly, βI donβt expect anything like that,βΒ
βYou donβt now,β He points out, βand neither did they in the beginning.βΒ
You can see the way this has fucked with his head a little, the way he keeps his shoulders stiff and turned away from you as he explains, and you suppose you might react the same way if you were in his shoes.Β
You chew the inside of your lip as you think about how best to say this to him, but finally you manage it, βYeosang,β you get his attention, βwhat you do for work doesnβt change what we do on a date or in bed,βΒ
He turns his head a little, the only indication you have that heβs really listening.Β
βI have no expectation that youβre someβ¦ sex god,β You smile a little, βthough my guess is that youβre pretty good at dirty talk,βΒ
A small smile appears on his lips.Β
βIf I didnβt like what you do for work Iβd go find another guy,β You continue, βand Iβm sorry if the other women you dated werenβt comfortable with it, but Iβm not so shy about it. I like what you do, and youβve helped me plenty, and thereβs nothing more flattering than knowing you liked me enough to even bring me upstairs,βΒ
βDonβt sell yourself short there,β He looks up, shaking his head, βwhen you said yes to dinner I thought Iβd be lucky if I got to so much as touch you,βΒ
Your heart quickens in your chest, βYou, what?βΒ
He turns his body towards you properly now, βy/n,β he says, βI like you, Iβve liked you since you walked into the cafe soaking wet and exhausted, Iβve been trying to figure out how to ask you out for weeks.β
βI think Iβm dreaming,β You breathe, and he grins at your words. You clap a hand over your lips and groan, βSorry, I didn't mean to say that outloud,βΒ
βItβs honest,β He says, βI like that about you,β
βWell,β Your hands naturally separate as you lean back onto the couch, βthen believe me when I tell you that I am fine with your work. All aspects of your work,βΒ
His eyes flick over you, gauging how honest youβre being now, βAll aspects?βΒ
You nod again.Β
βy/n,β His voice softens, βwhat tier subscriber were you?βΒ
It clicks in your brain that you havenβt really told him everything, all the things you know about him and his work. Little audio videos here and there might be forgivable to some women, but more might be too much.Β
βThe highest,β You tell him, βwhen I say everything I mean it, the videos, the Snapchat, all of it.βΒ
He seems to relax at that, βAnd if this does go somewhere,β he gestures between you both, βif we keep seeing each other. If it becomes more than a few dates,βΒ
You nod.Β
βYouβre alright knowing that even if we were dating and going to bed together every night, I spend my free time making people come on the internet for money,β He says it so plainly that you have to blink at him.Β
You turn his words over and then sigh, βThereβs one thing,βΒ
He leans back in his chair, putting a little more distance between you both, obviously braced for your words.Β
βI just have a question,β You ease him, βjust something I should know, I think.βΒ
He nods once, his shoulders tense again.Β
βDo you ever talk one on one with people?β You feel your cheeks heat, βI know you do, you have the discord, but I mean do you ever do what you do alone with someone?β
He softens, βNo, no I donβt,βΒ
βOkay,β You nod, the tense knot in your stomach relaxing, βokay, then,β
βWould that be a boundary for you?β He asks.Β
βI think so,β You tell him, βitβs different when youβre making a video to upload for anyone and talking to someone, at least to me,βΒ
He nods, and then he moves, shifting from his position on the chair to your side on the couch. The nerves that were knotted deeply inside you start to unfurl, his proximity feeling like a peace offering, like an acceptance of your words.
βSubscribers arenβt lovers,β He says finally, βand some people blur that line with their content, but I donβt.βΒ
βThen, Yeosang,β You take the opportunity to slide yourself sideways a little closer to him, βI am fine with all aspects of your work, more than fine.βΒ
βWill you tell me if that ever changes?β He asks.Β
βYes,β You make him this promise, βI like you too, all I want is to be honest with you,βΒ
He nods, his fingers flexing on his thigh as he thinks. Finally, he swallows tightly, his skin flushing a little now that youβre almost pressed together on the couch, and he asks what heβs wanted to ask all night, βy/n,β he turns towards you, βcan I kiss you?βΒ
Heβs stunning this close, enough to render you speechless, breathless. You manage a single word, βPlease,βΒ
Heβs on you in a flash, and Yeosangβs lips are warm, soft and plush and as he presses into you and winds his arms around you. Your body relaxes into his instantly, the feeling of his warmth, the scent of him, rich coffee grounds and sugar infused into his skin from his work at the cafe.Β
His tongue probes your mouth, his breath hot as he sighs. Your body feels alight, hot and feverish and desperate from just a single kiss. You need him inside you yesterday.Β
When he breaks the kiss, you realize youβre half straddling him. Somewhere in the heat of the moment and the muddled fog you hitched a leg over his and his hands dragged you up against him so youβre chest to chest. When your mouths break apart, youβre still merely inches from each other and panting the same little breath of air.Β
βy/n,β His hands explore you slowly, moving over your skin like heβs trying to learn you, βnormally I would try to keep the kink to a future date, but since you already know all of my deepest, darkest fantasies, maybe we can skip ahead?βΒ
βYes,β You laugh softly, βdefinitely,βΒ
βBut I am realizing something,β His hands find the curve of your ass, βIβm at a disadvantage here, youβve seen my videos, but I donβt know anything about what you like.βΒ
βYou,β The word bubbles up and you flush red again.Β
βMy voice, Iβm sure you like that,β He drops it a little to emphasize the husky bedroom quality of it with a teasing smile on his face, βbut what videos do you like? What were your favorites?βΒ
Heβs about to ruin you, thereβs absolutely no question. Even if he was all talk youβre sure to be coming just from his words alone, but his hands, the way he touches you, thereβs no doubt he has the skills to back up everything heβs ever said in the videos too.Β
βNow Iβm a little embarrassed,β You admit, βan hour ago we were on a first date,βΒ
βAn hour ago I didnβt know the woman across the table had fucked herself to the thought of me,β He counters softly, βand we can slow down if you want but judging from the wet patch on my thigh I think you want to keep going,βΒ
You jerk your hips immediately, angling to pull them away so you can stop embarrassing yourself all over this man after a single kiss, but his hands lock down hard over your ass and he holds your body firmly against him.Β
βNo, no,β He adjusts his leg so that his thigh is pressed even more firmly against your cunt, βdonβt be embarrassed with me,βΒ
βRight,β You blush darker.Β
βIβll tell you what I want,β He offers, βwould that help?βΒ
You nod quickly.Β
One of his hands shifts to lovingly stroke up and down your back as he speaks, βI want you to enjoy this more than anything. There is nothing that gets me off harder than making a partner absolutely fall apart for me, and knowing I did that for them, and I think you already know that from my content. Thatβs real, thatβs me.βΒ
You shiver a little and he leans up to kiss you, softer this time.Β
βIβd like this to be good for you,β He continues, βand honestly I already want to see you again, but in case itβs only one night for you I think we should make it count.βΒ
The night went from nothing to everything so fast your head is spinning but you nod, surging up to kiss him with your hands pressed against his chest for balance. Your core drags along his hard thigh with your momentum forwards and you gasp a little into the kiss, your hips bucking softly on their own at the sudden pleasurable sensation. You feel something stiff and warm pressing into your belly and you feel a rush of sensation between your thighs.Β
βSo,β He kisses you again, leaning away so he can talk to you, βtell me what videos you liked,βΒ
βThe um,β You clear your throat softly, βthe guided ones,βΒ
He smiles, βThose are your favorites?βΒ
You nod.Β
βAnd the roleplay?β He asks.Β
βGood,β You nod, βeverything you do is really good,βΒ
βBut the guided ones get you off, hmm?β He squeezes your hips.Β
You nod again, βYouβre very good at what you do,βΒ
βGuided,β He says, almost to himself, before he drags your hips up and back along his thigh, βso you like when I talk you through it?βΒ
You rock your hips on your own this time, picking up on his cues that he wants you to grind on him, βMm-hmm,βΒ
βTell me more about what you like,β He keeps one hand planted firmly on your backside, but the other starts to wonder, fingers teasing the skin of your collarbones before he cups your breast through your sweater.Β
Β βY-youβre so comforting,β You manage as you slowly rut your body against his, βeven when youβre edging me and telling me what to do, youβre just, I donβt know,βΒ
βIs that right?β He teases softly, his fingers toying with the top button of your closed cardigan.Β
βMm,β You sigh, pleasure truly starting to build inside you as you rock your clit lazily against him, βand you understand it takes time for women,βΒ
The button opens.Β
βYou take your time with the build up,β You sigh, finding a better position for your hands against his firm chest while you continue to rock, βand when you talk about what you wish you could do to me if you were there,βΒ
Two more buttons part open and he hums softly, appreciatively, βYou like knowing what I want?βΒ
You nod, watching as he makes short work of your other buttons.Β
βMaybe I should just show you,β He slides the cardigan off your shoulders until it pools around your waist, caught on your elbows, βwouldnβt that be better than just listening?β
βY-yes,β You sigh, your hips slowing so you can let him take the lead.Β
He shakes his head, pressing his hand against your ass again to keep you moving, βThatβs it,βΒ
You moan softly, fingers gripping his shirt, βYeosang,βΒ
He chuckles at your needy whine and brushes his fingers between your breasts, stroking up your chest, down and over the wire of your bra, and lower still over the soft flesh of your belly.Β
βThere you go,β He smiles, βI know that feels good,βΒ
You nod, βSo good,βΒ
βJagiya,β His hands slide your bra straps down, letting the soft material of the mesh cups fall and reveal your breasts to his hungry eyes, βlook how pretty you are for me,βΒ
Youβre close.Β
βDonβt stop,β He murmurs, shifting under you so that he can sit up further and press his lips to your chest, βI need you to come,βΒ
βYeo,β You whine, your hips sinking into a quick rolling rhythm that feels so right.Β
βI need to take my time with you,β He confesses, lips traveling from the center of your chest across the swell of your breasts, βbut I donβt think I can,βΒ
βI-I donβt want you to,β You moan, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to stay steady, βplease,βΒ
βI want to,β He groans, βbut, fuck, y/n,βΒ
βYeo,β You shudder, pleasure snapping up and down your spine, βitβs not one night, it could have never been one night for me,βΒ
He exhales a heavy breath against your skin, hands tightening pleasantly on your rutting hips.Β
Youβre startlingly close to tipping over the edge, the bubble growing closer and closer to bursting, and you squeeze your eyes shut tightly to focus on the sensation of him, βI-I need,βΒ
He grips you harder, βTell me, baby,βΒ
βI, I,β You stammer, body stumbling towards coming.Β
βCome on,β He says lowly, βtell me what you need, baby, Iβm right here,βΒ
A tight sound bubbles out of your mouth and you figure it out in a second, your hand winding into the back of his hair to direct his head, pushing his mouth until you feel his lips ghost over your pebbled nipple.Β
βOh,β He groans, his tongue catching your nipple firmly and sending a shock down your back, βthere we go, Iβve got you,βΒ
His tongue flicks over your nipple again, closing his lips over the hardened bud to suck sharply in exactly the way you need to take you right over the edge.Β
βIβm,β You grip him harder, losing yourself entirely now as you grind against him for your release, βIβm so close,βΒ
βCome,β He pants, latching back onto your breast to keep lavishing the same attention, his arms banding tightly around you to hold your shuddering body close.Β Β
Your finger tightens in his hair, he begs you once more to come, and your orgasm knocks into you sideways. You moan sharply, jerking against him as you fall apart, and you feel him start to move.Β
He presses fast kisses across your chest, his voice soothing, βOh, there we go,β he sighs as he feels you trembling, βfuck, what a good girl showing me exactly what she needs,βΒ
His words draw a groan from your lips, your head buzzing at his praise.Β
βPerfect,β He sighs against your chest, βyou have the prettiest tits Iβve ever seen,βΒ
You shiver, βYeah?βΒ
βMhm,β His fingers trace a circle around your nipple, and something in the way heβs touching you and the sound of his voice tells you everything. Heβs about to tease you, edge you, make you come, and god willing he was about to fuck you. Yeosang flicks his thumb over your nipple and smiles, βBaby, Iβm going to turn you over, if you want to slow down or stop at anytime you just tell me,βΒ
βI think Iβll be,β You start to say, and then he maneuvers you quickly in his strong arms, gathering you close so he can turn you over on the couch, leaving you lying flat on your back against the cushions. You squeak and the way he pushes your legs together, quickly undoing the buttons on your trousers and pulling down the zip, and he glances up at the sound to check your eyes but finds nothing but your lazy post-orgasm smile.Β
As he kneels and strips your trousers off he groans, βGod,βΒ
βW-whatβs wrong?β You blink, finding his eyes.Β
βAbsolutely nothing,β He smooths his hands up and down your bare legs, βexcept Iβm finding it very difficult not being inside you yet,βΒ
βSo come inside me,β You smile.Β
The corner of his mouth turns up at your words, βAlready, baby? Itβs only the first date,βΒ
You process your words and roll your eyes, βYou know what I meant,βΒ
βI do,β He smiles wider now, βbut you need to come again before I fuck you,βΒ
βNot that Iβm complaining about you touching me,β You gasp sharply as he hooks his thumbs under the sides of your thong and yanks it away, βbut Iβve been daydreaming about your cock for months, so,βΒ
He laughs sharply, tugging his own shirt up and off over his head as he does, βIβm flattered,βΒ
βShut up,β You press your thighs together and let your head flop back onto the cushions.Β
βDarling,β Yeosang says, kissing each of your thighs before he starts to slowly open your legs again, βhow long has it been since youβve been with someone?βΒ
βHonestly?β You grimace, βA while,βΒ
βAnd how long since youβve had anything bigger than your fingers inside you?β He asks it so plainly, so calmly, while he widens your legs and starts to tip you open, another kiss to your inner thigh.Β
You shiver in his hands, βN-not that long,βΒ
βHmm,β He sounds pleased at that, βdo you like using toys when you fuck yourself to my voice?βΒ
βFuck,β You gasp as his finger traces the softest line up and down your slit.Β
βIs that a yes?β He blows a cool stream of air across your throbbing clit and you jerk in his hands.Β
βYes,β You answer quickly.Β
βWhat I wouldnβt give to watch that,β He says, kissing your inner thigh again before he continues, βbut still, Iβm probably bigger than your dildo, be patient with me,βΒ
βOh, fuck,β You melt as he presses one finger inside your slick channel.
βRelax,β He soothes you, βjust let go for me,βΒ
You donβt know how your life is this strange, how you went from listening to this man through your headphones while you touched yourself under the covers alone at home to his fingers sinking inside you. Youβll probably wake up from this dream with sticky thighs. Thereβs no way this is real.Β
Those are the thoughts that dizzy you until he pushes two fingers flush into your heat and you moan sharply, your hand gripping down on one of the couch throw pillows. He feels pretty real.Β
He groans, gently pumping his middle and ring finger just to get you used to the sensation, βFeel good?βΒ
βSo good,β You sigh.
βHow badly do you need to come, darling?β He asks, continuing the slow and steady thrust of his fingers.Β
βSo badly,β Your voice is whiny, needy, entirely informed by the feverish heat spreading through you.Β
βPretty girl,β He hums, βwith an even prettier pussy,βΒ
βOh, god,β You grip the pillows harder, and heβs barely doing anything to you but your legs are already starting to tremble.Β
βMmm,β His fingers begin to pulse more firmly and you feel his fingers curl, finding the spongy crook of your g-spot with practiced ease, βand you need my cock inside, donβt you?βΒ
βAh, yes! Yes,β Pleasure blooms through your body.Β
βSoon,β He promises.Β
You moan again as he repositions, continuing the steady drumbeat of his fingers inside you as he reaches around with his opposite hand to separate your lower lips, the pad of his middle finger now alternating between maddening flicks and taps to your clit.Β
βAh! Yeo,β Your hips rock, βjust like that,βΒ
βGood girl,β He murmurs, βtelling me what you like,βΒ
A tight sensation fills your lower belly, a blossoming heat that spreads from your core up through your body in warm waves, βF-faster,βΒ
βMm,β His thrusting picks up speed instantly, the angle slightly adjusting as he does, βthatβs it,βΒ
The angle chance has his curled fingers pumping against your g-spot hard and suddenly the sensation drops low, almost painfully tight and sharp like youβre on the precipice of something.Β
It occurs to you all at once what heβs trying to do, the way heβs trying to make your body sing, and despite the rolling waves of pleasure and how close you are to your second release, you donβt necessarily want the first time you squirt to be on Yeosangβs floor.Β
βB-baby,β You whine, the pet name slipping off your tongue, βIβm gonna, I think, oh fuck,βΒ
βFuck yes,β His fingers flatten down over your clit and he rubs fast, slickly rolling over your firm bud, βlet go,βΒ
βI canβt,β You shake your head, sweat breaking out across your brow, βIβve n-never, oh, fuck, Yeosang!β
βCome,β He commands softly, βthatβs it, you come, right here, baby,βΒ
Heβs not stopping, and with the way heβs working you thereβs no way you could even if you tried. In a snap your body releases hard, a sensation like nothing youβve ever felt pulsing through your slick cunt and your legs jerk, hips snapping up as clear fluid pulses out of you. The sound that leaves your lips is wanton, broken and needy, and your ears are very clearly ringing.Β
βOh, fuck,β Yeosang hums, almost to himself, rubbing fast across your soaked slit to help coax every bit of slick from your center, βoh, baby, look at you,βΒ
Your legs try to snap shut at the suddenly sharp overstimulation, but all he does is take that as his cue to stop directly stimulating you and instead drop the warm flat of his tongue over every inch of your glistening pussy. You gasp sharply at the feeling, rolling your head forwards so that you can look down between your legs, and you moan softly at the sight.Β
Heβs buried between your thighs, lazily licking stripes up your inner thighs and over your cunt, but slowly enough that his aim isnβt to draw you into another orgasm, he just wants to taste you. To feel you on his tongue and ease you through your little aftershocks.Β
βGod,β You breathe after a moment, βoh, my god,βΒ
He chuckles, kissing the top of your mound, βWas that your first time?βΒ
You nod, still trying to catch your breath.Β
He groans a little, palming his hard cock through his trousers to readjust, βThatβs an ego boost, Iβm not going to lie,βΒ
You manage a laugh despite your dizzy, orgasm fogged brain, βYeah?βΒ
βMhm,β He strokes your thigh, βif youβre not careful I might get addicted to the way you taste when you come,βΒ
A shudder runs through you, βYou canβt just say things like that,βΒ
Β βItβs not a lie,β He says, βIβd spend a whole night between these thighs if youβll let me,βΒ
βMm,β You sigh, reaching down for him and brushing your fingers through his long, dark hair.Β
βNow?β He cocks his head slightly to the side, βIf you want my mouth, you just have to ask,βΒ
You shake your head, slowly starting to push yourself into a sitting position and slide your hips away from him, βNot tonight,βΒ
βWhat more can I give you tonight?β He murmurs, running his hands up and down your bare thighs, βAnything you want,βΒ
You cup his face, drawing him close to lock your lips on his, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nuzzling into his nose, βTake me to bed, please, Yeosang,βΒ
βLetβs go,β He agrees, extricating himself from your arms so he can stand and offer you a hand up.Β
You take it, but as you do you realize the wet puddle on the floor in front of the couch and you blush dark red, covering your mouth with your hand, βIβm so sorry,βΒ
βFor what?β He blinks at you, and then follows your nervous eyes.Β
βI didnβt realize,β You start to say but he interrupts you with a hard kiss.Β
βRelax,β He says, βif weβre lucky youβll make a mess of my room too,β
βI donβt know how I did it,βΒ
He laughs again, βI do,β he smiles, βnow come on, I need to see you in my bed before I combust,βΒ
He tugs your hand, leading you down the hall until youβre in a large master bedroom. Your eyes flick over the details - industrial, warm wood, dark green sheets, soft ambient lighting. Youβre about to comment on it, but he flips you back around to face him and captures your mouth in another hungry kiss.Β
βGod,β He backs you up to the edge of the bed, dropping you down and falling over you, βtell me I can have you,βΒ
βYou have me,β You pant against his mouth, all thoughts of his lovely interior decor gone in an instant when you feel the hard shaft of his cock nestled between your thighs.Β
βI swear next time weβll go slow,β He grinds his hips down, rolling his length up and down your slit, only the thin fabric of his trousers separating you.Β
βPlease,β You buck against him, βI need you right now,βΒ
βFuck,β His hands are hot, searching, βis that right, darling?βΒ
βInside me,β Your hands scramble to find his waistband, βplease,βΒ
He nods, lips still pressed against yours, and then he leans back just enough to undo his trousers and start to push down his pants and boxer briefs.Β
Your mouth runs dry immediately. He wasnβt wrong about his size. You have fairly large dildos at home, thick and long and perfect for reaching all the spots you need it to, but Yeosang was bigger, thicker and longer than anything youβve ever had inside you.Β
βCondom?β He manages as he shucks off his pants.Β
You blink, tearing your eyes away from his perfect, aching cock and nod, βWe probably should?βΒ
βRight,β He doesnβt push you to make a different choice, he simply searches his nightstand for a moment and produces a foil packet.Β
He strokes his cock twice while he tears the packet open with his teeth, before watching you beneath him as he rolls the condom smoothly down his length, adjusting it so that it fits perfectly.Β
Youβre trembling with anticipation, you can feel it and so can he.Β
βy/n,β He murmurs, leaning over you and pressing a hand beneath your back to finally unclip your bra, βI want you to do something for me,βΒ
You nod, sliding the cardigan and bra off your body and pushing them over the edge of the bed.Β
He grabs a firm looking pillow and folds it in half, βLift your hips for me,βΒ
You lift up and he slides the pillow right under your backside to leave you propped up and open for him.Β
βIf it doesnβt feel good,β He murmurs as he maneuvers you into the position he wants, βor if Iβm hurting you at all, just tell me,βΒ
You nod.Β
βAnd I want you to tell me when youβre about to come,β He instructs, βI need to know,βΒ
You nod again, your stomach flipping with desire.Β
He licks his lips, folding your legs open a little wider and slotting himself over you. He settles with one hand on your raised hip, the other braced on the bed by your head, his knees on the edge of the mattress between your splayed thighs.Β
His cock finally, finally, nudges at your entrance and you grip down on the sheets below you.Β
βMm,β He groans, sinking just an inch or two into your tight heat, βyouβre even tighter than I thought,βΒ
He pushes in a little more and you moan at the stretch, βOh, god,βΒ
βDo I feel that good, babygirl?β He teases, pushing in a little more.
βSo good,β You lift your head to watch the way his thick length splits you open.Β
βI am bigger than your toys, arenβt I?β He rolls his hips this time, rocking himself deeper with every little thrust.Β
βY-yes,β You nod, your head dropping back to the mattress.Β
βCan you take me, baby?β He murmurs low.Β
βFuck yes,β Your hips buck up again on their own as he opens you up, nearly fully sheathed inside you.Β
βJust a little more,β He says, his hand tightening on your hip, βthere we go, fuck, thatβs it, youβre taking me so beautifully, baby,βΒ
Tears rush to your eyes, not from any kind of discomfort, but just from the overwhelming sensation of him. Youβve never been so full, never been so deliciously stretched and had these parts of you touched, and it rushes a blush to your chest and emotion through your veins.Β
His fingers brush along your jaw, bringing your eyes to his, βGood tears, or should we stop?βΒ
βIf you stop Iβll actually cry,β You laugh, blinking away the hazy sheen in your eyes, βyou feel so fucking good,βΒ
βOh,β He sighs, thrusting gently in and out of you, βwhat a good, good girl, you are,βΒ
βJesus,β You shiver beneath him.Β
βYeah?β He starts to move now, just a bit more, rocking his cock at a steady pace in and out of your wet core, βYou like when I tell you how good you are for me?βΒ
βYes,β You moan, a shock of hot pleasure spiking up from your core, βplease,βΒ
βSuch a good girl letting me fuck her perfect pussy on the first date,β His voice has dropped low again, husky and direct, and you babble out a sound of pleasure as he talks, βso warm and wet,βΒ
βFuck, fuck,β Your eyes roll.Β
He collapses over you a little more, his desperate lips searching for yours and the angle deepens, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside you with every downward thrust of his hips.Β
You grip his shoulders, nails digging into his warm skin, βBaby,β you pant, βyour cock, oh god,βΒ
He hums against your cheek, head falling slack as his lips find your throat, sucking your pulse points and no doubt searing his mark into your tender skin. He pumps his hips harder and you moan under him, cursing again and scrambling to hold him closer.Β
βSuch a dirty mouth,β He nips at your neck, βare you always like this, or is my cock that special?βΒ
All you can manage is a taught moan in response, his cockhead now continuously connecting with your sweet spot over and over and rendering you unable to string a coherent thought together.Β
He groans at the way your cunt flutters and spasms and he kisses you hard, fingers tangling in your hair, βOne of these days Iβll feel you for real,β he pants, βnothing between my cock and your sweet cunt,βΒ
Your back arches, your mind spinning at the thought, βYeo,β you moan.Β
βFuck,β He chokes, βthe way youβre squeezing me,βΒ
You make a tight sound, something between a pleasured whine and a sob, and his hips stutter and stop, pressing his cock in as deep as possible as he grips down on whatever parts of you he can, breathing hot and heavy against your skin.Β
You canβt really move well in this position, but your hips rock in tiny back and forth motions to try and keep the sensation rolling through you. Heβs panting into your shoulder, clearly trying to keep himself from coming too soon, and your mind commits to an idea before you have a second to double check yourself.Β
βYeo,β You tap his arm, βbaby I need to move,βΒ
He pushes off you, his cock sliding out of your soaked core and you leg your legs straighten out, βWhatβs wrong,βΒ
The words are barely off his tongue before youβre sitting up, grabbing his hand and drawing him back to the bed, pushing him onto his back with a guiding hand to his shoulder. He lets you lead, watching you as you put him where you want him this time, and he smiles, eyes flicking over you appreciatively.Β
βI need you,β Is all the explanation you can give, and maybe with a stranger this is foolish, borderline stupid, but you know him. Heβs not a stranger really, not to you.Β
With a feverish pulse of need inside you, you shift to straddle his hips, and with quick, sure hands you roll the condom up from the base of his cock and toss it to the side.Β
βy/n,β He manages, but youβre lifting yourself over him now and his hands fly up to brace your waist, βare you sure?βΒ
βSo sure,β You connect his cockhead with your slick hole and drop your hips down fast, taking the whole hard length of him inside you in one smooth motion.Β
Itβs his turn to moan, his head dropping back at the sensation of your wet walls and he grips at you, his hips stuttering beneath you.Β
βGod,β He bucks up into you, βyouβre perfect,βΒ
βSo are you,β You rock against him, finding the perfect place for your hands on his chest, βyouβre so deep,βΒ
He moans again, and when you start to bounce up and down he curses tightly.Β
βJ-just donβt come inside me,β You keep bouncing, a steady fluid motion in your hips that you can tell is driving him crazy, but you have to keep your head at least a little.Β
βF-fuck,β He groans, his jaw tightening as his eyes flick down to the place your bodies are joined together, βyouβre making that kind of difficult,β
βI just wanted to feel you,β Your shaking arms buckle a little and you find yourself flush against his chest while you work his cock.Β
βMe too,β His hands find your ass again and he starts to direct the pace, βGod, I could fuck you forever,βΒ
A moan drops from your mouth, your hands tightening on his chest.Β
βDonβt stop,β He urges you, and you realize your hips slowed at his words, βyou feel so good riding me like that,βΒ
Your thighs are burning already, but you hardly care, every fast shift up and down leaves you closer and closer, βLove you cock,βΒ
βMm, yeah? Say that again,βΒ
βI,β You curse as a spike of pleasure rolls through you, βfuck, I love your cock,βΒ
βGood girl,β He grips you tight, his hips jutting up to meet you now.Β
Your pace falters slightly, βPlease, please,βΒ
βIβve got you,β He adjusts just enough to hold you steady as he fucks up into your tight heat, βIβve got you,βΒ
You moan, dropping your head into his chest and shuddering against him, βBaby, oh fuck,βΒ
βA-are you close, jagi?β He pants, fingers digging into your hips so hard you know youβll have bruises.Β
βDonβt stop,β You beg, βplease, god, donβt stop,βΒ
He groans, keeping the pace of his thrusts and using his hands on your ass to maneuver you to meet his hips.Β
βShit,β You shudder in his arms, your orgasm fast approaching, βIβm coming,βΒ
βCome here,β He shifts you fast, rolling you up and off him and manhandling you up to your feet.Β
You make a surprised noise at the lack of him inside you when you were getting so close, but you donβt have to worry for very long. Before you can open your mouth he has you standing, facing away from him, and bent over ninety degrees to brace your hands on the bed.Β
He thrusts back inside you sharply, slamming his hips into yours and leaving you moaning and curling in on yourself, your legs starting to tremble.Β
βCome on my cock, pretty girl,β He palms your ass before planting his hands on your hips and using the leverage to pull you back into each of his thrusts, βyouβre so close,βΒ
Your eyes slam shut, fisting the sheets as you hang on, every sharp push of his cock driving deeper and deeper. Youβre going to have bruises, youβre going to be sore, but none of it matters when heβs making you feel this good.Β
You sob out a moan, collapsing forward into the bedding but he holds you up, βI canβt,βΒ
βYes, you can,β He pants, his sweat slick skin connecting again and again with yours.Β
βFuck,β You groan, βIβm almost, Iβm so,βΒ
βTouch your yourself,β He directs, interrupting your pleasured ramblings, βrub your clit for me, baby,βΒ
You slide a hand between your legs, locating your slick bud with ease and rolling your fingers over it quickly.Β
βFuck, there you are,β He groans, βthatβs right, baby, come on my cock,βΒ
The same new sensation drops in your gut, your legs start to shake and youβre fairly sure that without his sure hands youβd be crumbling.Β
βThatβs it,β He coaxes you up, never once slowing the sharp snaps of his hips, βthere you go, thatβs my good girl,βΒ
Something unravels in your gut and you come with a shout, folding in on yourself as your legs quake and your mind whites out. Yeosang wraps his arms around you, curling over your back to keep you steady, and his cock slips free so he can stimulate you through your orgasm with his fingers, more liquid pulsing out of you as he fucks you over the edge.Β
Youβre a quivering mess, and he lets you drop into the sheets, pushing you onto your back so he can stand over you, one hand fisting his slick cock.Β
βIβm coming,β He groans, βw-where?βΒ
Your hands cup your breasts automatically, and you arch up to offer yourself to him, βOn me, baby, come all over me,βΒ
Yeosang groans sharply, his hips thrusting into his tight grip as ropes of silvery white cum paint your skin, covering your belly and breasts and dripping down your chest. Heβs panting, his skin flushed pink and sweat covering every inch of his toned chest.Β
It takes you both a moment to recover, both trembling in the same position as you try to regain your breath, but after a few moments he smiles a hazy, satisfied smile and finds your eyes, βYouβre so beautiful,βΒ
Suddenly you feel a bit shy, even despite everything youβve just done together.Β
βSo beautiful,β He sighs again, pushing his hair back out of his face, and then he drops to his knees.Β
He hushes your soft protests and this time he tastes you slowly, but with intention. After such rough, intense sex, he follows it with the softest, slowest orgasm youβve ever had. With slow sucks and gentle licks he brings you through a languid rolling wave that softens your limbs and leaves you sleepy and pliant in the sheets.Β Β
You drift, falling into sleep too easily for a first date in a sort of strangerβs apartment.Β
You wake a little later to a warm sensation on your skin, and you blink your eyes open to see Yeosang sitting next you, freshly showered and wearing black sweatpants and a familiar blank tank top. He draws the wet washcloth over your skin and then stops and smiles when he sees your eyes open.Β
βHey,β He murmurs.Β
βHi,β You reply softly, βI didnβt mean to fall asleep,βΒ
He shakes his head, βDonβt be sorry,βΒ
βI think you scrambled my brain a little,β You laugh, covering your face with your hands.Β
βHopefully in a good way,β He nudges you.Β
βBeyond good,β You look up at him, βare you kidding?βΒ
He smiles a little wider, βGood,β he says, βI drew you a bath,βΒ
βOh,β Your eyebrows raise.Β
βI thought you might be sore,β He explains, βI know I was a little rough, I hope youβre not feeling it too much,βΒ
You shake your head, βJust a little, but in a good way,βΒ
He nods, βDoes the bath sound nice, or would you prefer a shower?βΒ
βBath is perfect,β You can see that heβs suddenly a little nervous, back to the same man from your date, no trace of Ryuβs husky tones.Β
βHere,β He offers you his hands to help you up, and guides you towards the connected bathroom suite. Itβs large, crisp and clean, and in the corner stands a large spa-like tub filled high with warm water.Β
βThank you,β You murmur as he helps you slip into the cocoon of water, the subtle scent of lavender wafting up from the steam.Β
βMhm,β He nods, pulling a bamboo stool from the side of the sink and setting it down so he can sit at the edge of the tub and be at eye level with you.Β
βThis is nice,β You murmur, still finding yourself a little shy in the post-orgasm clarity of it all.Β
Heβs quiet for a moment, his fingertips dragging over the surface of the water and then he bites his lip.Β
Your stomach sinks for a moment, nerves coming back tenfold at the idea that maybe heβd prefer you to go after this, maybe this is all youβd ever have. Maybe he reconsidered what you know about his online persona and maybe he wasnβt willing to take the leap.Β
βy/n,β He sighs, βthis might be forward,βΒ
You look up from the rippling water.Β
βBut what do you think about staying the night? We could order some dessert, maybe keep getting to know each other a little?β He asks.Β
You canβt fight the smile that blooms over your face, βI thought you might have changed your mind,βΒ
βNo,β He reaches into the water to find your hand, twining your fingers together, βnot at all.βΒ
βYeah?β You squeeze his hand.Β
βIβd be crazy to let this be a one-time thing,β He lifts your hand from the bath and presses a kiss to the back, βI hope you feel the same.βΒ
βI really do,β You twist to the side, leaning over to find his mouth and lock your lips together.Β
Yeosang cups your cheek, deepening the kiss tenderly, his tongue sweeping against yours, βWhat are you doing tomorrow night, then?βΒ
βTomorrow?β You lean back a little.Β
βLet me take you out again,β He kisses you again, softly this time, βIβm probably supposed to wait a few days, Wooyoung would tell me I seem too eager, but,βΒ
βWho cares about that?β You grin, leaning out of the bath far enough to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, βItβs a date,βΒ
βAnd Sunday?β His hands slide down your back.Β
You nuzzle his nose with yours, βI have a date,βΒ
βOh,β He says, deflating instantly.Β
βYou might know him,β You tease, βhe owns this lovely little cafe,βΒ
He laughs, his forehead leaning on yours, βYouβre mean,βΒ
βYou like me,β You peck his lips.Β
βI do,β He nods, βI really, really do,βΒ
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