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“I absolutely hate this class”. You stared at your screen, trying to gather your thoughts. You had to finish this essay. It was the last big assignment that would define your final grade. College wasn’t easy, and despite you being a good student, this specific subject made you cringe.
You were so stressed out with the end of the semester that you didn’t even bother to go out all day. Your room was a mess: books, notes, clothing and food packages everywhere. Usually your mother would complain about that and made you clean up. But she was staying with your grandma for the past week. Your grandma had tripped feeding the stray cats outside her house and broken her leg. So your mother took a leave of absence and stayed with her.
Living with your mother wasn’t so bad, you weren’t far from campus, you didn’t have to pay rent and got to save a bit. And being a single mother that had a daughter early in life, she understood you. Sometimes people would take you for sisters. Your boyfriend certainly did it in the beginning. You remembered the first time he entered your place, he called your mother “sister in law” several times, he kept asking where your mom was and she was happy for days.
Your thoughts wandered to your boyfriend, and you sighed. You were apart for almost a month now. Both of you were busy, so you didn’t have a chance to meet up yet. But you were always keeping contact. Sometimes you were so occupied that you only got to send a text wishing him good night. But you guys were together for years now, so you were past the point of worrying about these simple things. You loved him and he loved you, no matter how far or for how long you were apart.
He probably had arrived sometime today in Seoul. He was traveling a few days ago, and you guessed he was caught on the crazy schedules and jet lag. The last time you guys had video chatted was about three days ago and you missed him. You missed seeing him, staying at his side while he played video games. Hearing him mumble a song that he was writing on his head, using your body as drums. Your world lit on fire when he was with you, and you were never bored. Even if you weren’t doing absolutely nothing, he’d always make you laugh.
You stretched a bit, your bones cracking loudly; your body’s way of complaining after being on the same position for too long. It was almost six and the sounds of people coming back home were getting louder. Traffic, car horns, steps on the sidewalk, televisions being turned on, street vendors preparing food. You took a sip from your water beside you and resumed your work. You had to finish this tonight.
And that’s what you did. Two hours later, you were done revising everything. When you sent the e-mail to your teacher, you took a half relieved breath, half scream. You looked around your room, and noticed you were in the dark, only being able to see because of the light on your nightstand and your laptop. You stood up, gathering glasses and other used dishes, taking them to the kitchen. As you came back with a glass of iced tea, you turned on the lights and heard your phone vibrating.
It was a message from your boyfriend. He had sent you a picture of the street lights and the night sky from some foreign place. He wrote: “Hello angel, you’re like a painting / You’re all I see when I look to the skies / City street lights, even if the lights go out / And the moon disappears, it’s bright because / I have a star that fell from the skies / And it’s you…” That warmed your heart and made you smile. That was so like him, doing little romantic gestures every now and then.
You replied with a heart emoji and the following message: “I love the picture! Wish you could show me in person. I just finished my last essay and I’m heading to the shower. I’m so hungry but I don’t know what to eat. How are you? I miss you so much…” You waited for the reply, but you didn’t get one. He had seen the message but didn’t respond. You were a little disappointed, but you didn’t worry, maybe he was just with a full plate. So you went to the shower.
About thirty minutes later you got out, black bra, white loose tank top and black basic panties. Just your “hang out at home” uniform. You didn’t even bother to blow dry your hair, you weren’t heading out. You checked your phone but he hadn’t replied yet. Something was off, he had just sent you a romantic picture. He wouldn’t leave you hanging after that. But your stomach complained, so you opened your laptop to search for some delivery food.
Without even noticing you opened your music program, and played some of your favorite tunes while you browsed. There wasn’t really something you were craving to eat so you couldn’t decide. You were craving something other than food, but your boyfriend decided to ignore you now. “Whatever” you thought to yourself, half throwing your phone back on the table.
“ANTI”, Rihanna’s latest album started playing. You still hadn’t find anything to eat. The first two songs went by, and when “Kiss it Better” started playing you realized you were dancing passionately in your chair. You always could count on Riri to make you feel better. The provocative song instantly turned you on. You realized you haven’t had sex since the last time you saw your boyfriend and you were so stressed about finals you didn’t even have the time to masturbate.
The low beat filled you up, and you languidly started to touch your body and grind a bit in your chair. Her delicious voice and the sexy song echoing in your ears, you turned on the volume and thought about him. “Tell me what you’re willing to do…” the song said and you thought about him kissing you better. Very slowly, with the pace of the song, your hands trailed the path you wished he was kissing. Your mouth, your neck, your breasts, your novel, your thighs, above your panties. Your hips were moving themselves and you enjoyed your own touch.
The song ended and “Work” started playing. With the sudden change of beat, you turned the volume even more up, standing up and dancing by yourself. You were facing your laptop screen, back to your door. But you didn’t stop touching yourself. Your hands traveled to your back, opening your bra and taking it off. Your fingertips soothed the places the fabric hurt your skin, and you felt goosebumps.
Your hips were dancing to the rhythm of the song, and you wished you weren’t alone. Your fingers reached to your panties, feeling your dampness and you moaned. “Chanyeol, you bastard, I wish you were here…”
You heard a cough by the door. You freaked out, instinctively crossing your hands above your bra-less chest and turned around to see who was there, scared to death. As if by magic, your boyfriend, Chanyeol was leaning on your bedroom’s door frame. One hand crossed, the other holding a bag that looked like takeout food. A warped smile on his face.
“Chanyeol, what the hell, do you want to scare me to death?!” you screamed, throwing one of your stuffed animals at him. He laughed, dodging the flying teddy bear with ease. “I’m sorry sweetie, I didn’t mean to scare you, I was just appreciating the show…” he approached you, placing the food on your desk. He tried to hug you, but you didn’t let him. You turned off the music and looked angrily at him. “I did not give you a spare key so you could sneak up on me whenever you feel like it.” You crossed your arms, still mad and embarrassed.
He grabbed your arms, uncrossing them and kissing your forehead. “I’m sorry I scared you, baby. I missed you and came to see you. But you seemed busy, so I didn’t interrupt you.” he said, putting your arms around him and hugging you. You buried your head on his chest, holding him tight. “I thought you were working” you said, looking up at him “you didn’t answer my text, so…” He kissed your mouth softly, your lips meeting briefly. They parted too soon for your taste.
“As soon as I heard you were free I knew you’d be probably taking two hours to decide on something to eat. We had finished for the day, so I picked up something on the way.” He told you, letting you go and grabbing the bag. He opened it and took out two plates of tonkatsu. You smiled. “Since you brought food, I forgive you.” You said, with a serious face, pointing at the source of the delicious smell. He fully laughed and kissed your cheek.
After the meal, you were both sitting on your bed, catching up. He was sitting down, legs open with you occupying the space between them, your back on his chest. Your fingers were playing with his arms and his head rested over yours. He was way taller than you. “So, how are the boys? Very stressed about the comeback?” you asked. He let out a deep breath. “Mostly, yes” he said “but you wouldn’t guess who’s dating”. You turned around to look at him. “Spill the tea, baby.” You said, a grin forming in your face.
“Baekhyun and that girl from makeup department. Six months of googly eyes and they’re finally together.” He didn’t look very pleased. “I thought you were rooting for them” you said as you were trying to understand why he made such a sour face. “I was, I mean, I am. But that was before he locked me out of our dorm. For several nights! I had to sleep with Sehun, and he kicks!” You couldn’t do anything but laugh. You wished someone had taken pictures of this. You wrote a mental note to ask someone about that.
“Sometimes Baekhyun disappears and comes back thirty minutes later and we all know where he has been.” He kept going. Your mouth formed a big O with the news. “That’s fine because we know he’s around. We had a real problem with Jongdae in London, though. He disappeared for two days and everybody got crazy looking for him. We found him sightseeing with a girl, our interview translator. We didn’t have anything programmed, but our boss was pissed. Now they don’t stop texting, day and night, I think it’s getting serious.”
You couldn’t believe the news. Juicy gossip, the kind you liked better. You turned around, your back on his right thigh as you leaned closer to him, left side of your head on his chest. You intertwined your right hand on his left. “But I’m happy for them, you know.” He concluded. “Who is making everybody worried sick now is Kyungsoo. He broke up with that weird girl.”
“No! Oh my God, really?” you looked at him with big eyes. He was very serious and a bit sad. “Yes, they are not together anymore. I don’t know what happened but he really is in a dark place right now. He doesn’t talk about it; you know how he is.” You looked at Chanyeol and stroke his vivid red hair. You tried to see the bright side. “Well, maybe it’s for the best.” You told him. “She didn’t seem to like him very much, maybe now he’ll find someone who does. Just be there for him, like you always have.”
Your boyfriend agreed and held you tight, his chin on your head. You stayed like this for a while, just appreciating each other’s company. “I’m so glad I’ve got you, my angel.” He suddenly said. Your hand went to your necklace, a pendant of a pair of wings and a star with a little diamond. You lightened. He gave you this on your first year anniversary. It was very precious to you and you never took it off, only to shower. He kissed the side of your head, then kissed your neck, bending his body. He was stroking your hair and humming: “I’m the luckiest guy in the world, I found the prettiest angel from Heaven…”
You placed yourself facing him, hand cupping his cheek and stroking it gently. “I thought I had asked you to stop joking and calling me pretty…” He arched his back and kissed the other side of your neck, his hand tracing a line under your chin all the way between your breasts. You felt shivers down your spine under his touch. He said, between kisses: “And I thought I had said to you that I never joke about this. You are beautiful, my lucky star…”
You didn’t feel like to keeping up this controversial topic between you two at the moment. So you threw your head back enjoying the feeling of his hands on you, exploring your body. He had made you switch your position, so you were seating on the bed, your legs stretched and open on each side of his waist. His own legs under yours, pairing your outer thighs. One of the good things about a long term relationship is that you know each other. So he knew how to push your buttons like no night stand in this world could.
His kisses were lowering until he was between your breasts, the same place his hands were a little while ago. Your loose tank top had the straps almost in your elbows. “You know…” he said between kissing and nibbling your bust “…the way you were dancing earlier was really hot.” You let out a whine mixed with a laugh, as he sucked your nipple. “Really?” you asked, with short breath. He agreed with his head, his tongue flying left and right as his divided his attention to each of your tits.
You pushed him so he would lay down and you rearranged yourself to straddle him. You slowly rocked your hips back and forth, rejoicing in the way his pants rubbed between your legs. You looked at him straight in the eye, longing and desire seemed to take over your body and you were a mere puppet of lust. As if you were dancing, your hips made swift circular motions as his hands grabbed your waist then your hips. His eyes were pure greed, a smirk on his face and his hardening member showing you he was really enjoying this.
You took off your top, letting your breasts finally free. Well, they were already exposed anyway. He sat down again, you still grinding in his lap as he went back to sucking your nipples. Your hands were on his neck, your nails looking for his back. You pulled his shirt and he helped you to take it off, you both suddenly in a hurry. Your mouths clashing in an eager kiss, tongues, lips and teeth on a luscious battle.
One of his hands slithered under your panties. When his middle finger got on contact with your sensitive bud, circling it, his name escaped your lips. His long fingers felt you, gently stroking your folds and playing on your entrance. “My angel, you’re so wet… When was the last time you touched yourself?” he asked, pressing your viscid walls all the ways he knew would make you ready for him. “T… Two weeks ago.” You stuttered as you clenched your nails on his back as he was driving you crazy.
His middle finger penetrated you, making you sob. He moved it all the ways you adored. Then he put his index one inside your core. He continued to kiss you, making a good pace inside you. Playing video games and playing all sorts of instruments made his multitask skills excellent. His thumb pressing your clit and his tongue licking gently your lip he had just bitten seconds ago. You rocked yourself on top of him, moving your body according to his touch and your breathing became shallow as you approached that sweet delirium.
He slowed down his pace, until he stopped and removed his hand. You wailed, you wanted him to keep going. You wanted him to make you cum. No, you needed to reach that pleasure spot, your body so worked up it hurt. He opened his pants and pulled it along with his underwear to his knees. “Show me how much you missed me” he ordered and in a flash you were with his half hard member in your hands. One hand on his shaft and the other on his nuts, working vigorously. You sucked his balls, one at a time, his hands on your hair.
You puckered your lips, kissing his tip and taunting him a little. You pulled the skin, licking the sensitive area between the shaft and the head, one side then the other. All of this really, really slowly. He would have to pay for delaying your gratification. You kissed the tip again and licked the little slit on it, from the bottom up. You spit a little there and swayed your thumb over, applying the right amount of pressure. He hissed: “Angel, fuck, stop teasing…!” You placed it inside your mouth looking at him with a naughty look, not sucking just yet.
Your tongue welcomed his penis as you masturbated him with your hand. As your hand worked faster, you started sucking him. He was too big to fit in your mouth, but you were used to it by now. “Fuck, baby, please…” you heard him beg. It was the cue you were waiting for. At once you bobbed your head, sucking him really good. Because the head of his cock hit the back of your throat really easily, you had to stop a few times to breath and fight your gag reflex. On the third time, your heard him groan, pushing you gently.
“Come here and ride me” he said, taking the remain of his pants and underwear off. You took off your soaked panties. You went back to straddling him, as he guided his cock towards your entrance. After a few sloppy pushes that missed it, making you gasp each time, he got it right and you felt your walls expanding to receive him. You savored the feeling of him inside you. You slid down slowly, taking it all in. You went down and his hips thrusted up, his hands guiding you by your hips. It was all in on the first stab, and you were bewildered.
You set the pace, slowly coming up and down at him, leaving only the tip just to plunge deeper. He grumbled your name, pleading you to go faster, his eyes dark and a carnal look across his face. You heard his plea, and bounced on his cock ruthlessly, making up for the days you haven’t been with each other. It was all a joy ride, as your bodies came together as one, faster and faster.
He lunged his hips forward, like he did on the live performance of “My Lady”. He stayed up there for a while, as you swayed your own body, making circular moves like you did earlier when you grinded him and danced on his lap. His hands grabbing your ass as you moved it sensually. He went back down as you juggled your body up and down again, your boobs bumping frantically. You loved every second of it, and the tension was gathering inside you, ready to explode at any minute.
After some unidentified amount of time, he thrusted up once more, and you swayed your hips again. With one hand he touched you smoothly on your back entrance and the other he rubbed your clit, making you cum hard as you rocked on his cock. The waves of pleasure making your body shiver. Your orgasm was so strong you could feel your walls tightening on his penis as he held his position. You closed your eyes and lost track of your senses. Soon he was coming inside you, shouting your name and filling all of you with his warm liquid that drenched your walls and fell outside of you. He snapped his hips a couple more times, holding you by your shoulders, the over stimulation making your legs wobbly.
You got off of him, rolling at your side and falling with your back on the bed. His right hand was under your head and with his left he grabbed his forehead, breathing heavily. You were the first to come back to normal, standing up to search for a blanket. As you found it, you went back to his side, covering you both as he held you tight.
As time went by, your hearts bumping normally again, you were laying together on your bed. Both naked, half asleep and cozily snuggling under a blanket. He confessed to you, with a low voice drunk with sleepiness: “Most nights I can’t sleep, you know. I think about how I’m happy with you, and I can’t stop smiling. Sometimes I have to hold my laughter so I won’t wake Baekhyun up.” He let out a soft laugh. “I’m very lucky I have you by my side… Please be with me forever, jagi… I’ll do everything I can to protect you. I love you…” and he kissed your forehead, eyes closed.
You smiled as you replied, more to yourself: “I love you too, Chanyeol. I’m the lucky one for having you by my side. You’re my true guardian angel.” And seconds later, you blacked out, exhausted.
At dawn you suddenly woke up with his snores. You haven’t actually slept together in ages so you weren’t used to it anymore. You blinked a few times, and looked at him. He was so beautiful, so peaceful, and so noisy. As if he couldn’t be still even in his sleep. You smiled and moved a strand of hair on his face. The sight was too irresistible. So you grabbed your phone and took a picture of him.
But you forgot to turn the flash off, so your picture was great, but his face when you woke him up, wasn’t. He opened one eye at you, his face all squished from slumber. His low voice sentenced:“Angel, you know I’m gonna make you pay for this, right?”
“Can I pay with my body? I’m an angel, I don’t have money” you jokingly asked and inclined your face over his to pay him with a kiss. He looked at you with smug look, abruptly waking up and rolling you over. He pinned you on the bed, his hands holding your wrists, his body over yours, both of you with no piece of clothing to separate your skin from his. An animalistic instinct waking up deep inside you. He looked into your eyes, devouring you with them.
“I was hoping you would say this. Don’t worry…” he said, holding both your fists with one hand and the other cupping your face “…I intend to make you work for it.” And he kissed your neck, his name burning on your throat.

Notes

This is a fictional story. Any similarities to real people are unintentional.
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