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You turn the open sign hanging on the door over, closing up the small cafe like you did every evening. Finally done for the day, your shoulders relax as you let out a deep sigh of relief. With a slight ache in your heels from standing behind the counter all day, you lean against it gathering your thoughts. 5 pm, the time on your phone reads. The early spring evenings were getting longer, and it truly felt that way, seeing as how tired you were after your shifts. You hurry to the back of the shop, quickly changing out of the worn apron and put on clothes that don’t smell of coffee and fatigue.
“There you are!”. The familiar voice brings a smile to your face. You greet Felix, your best friend, sitting at a table in the back of the bar you frequent. His blonde hair seems to grow longer each time you meet, and his eyes gleam with a feeling of hope you’d long forgotten. You hug him and sit down as well. “How’ve you been, girl?”, he asks, worry in between his brows.
You shake your head, an attempt at wafting away his concern, and smile.
“I’ve been okay, just work, work, and more work, you know?”, you laugh, but he doesn’t seem convinced.
“Yeah, I can see that.”, he scoffs and gestures to your slouched figure. “When was the last time you had a break?”, he asks, worry still laced in his gaze. He places a beer in front of you that he’d previously ordered, knowing exactly what you need.
“I honestly don’t even know.”, You shrug and take a sip. There wasn’t much time in between shifts at the cafe you work at. The owner is an old lady who doesn’t work any more, and the only employees are you and another girl who rarely has time due to attending college.
“I keep telling you, if you want a break just ask for one. That lady is probably too old to remember you’ve been working non stop these days.”, Felix answers and takes a sip of his own beer.
“Come on Felix, she’s not that old. And I feel bad for her. I’m kinda the only one she can rely on to run the shop.”, you say, defeat settling in its usual place.
“I just don’t want you to neglect your health.”, Felix gives you a caring smile. “Why don’t you take a painting class again? I haven’t seen any new works from my favorite artist in a while.”, he continues, and winks at you in a way only Felix can. That gets a smile out of you.
You’d put your passion aside a long time ago after realizing that the teenage dream of making it as an artist in the big city was a bit easier said than done. Upon moving to the city you’d started attending art classes at night. But when the work shifts kept piling up you just didn’t have the time or energy to keep attending. After a while it all fizzled out. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t a part of you that still yearns to pick up the pen and express yourself. The emptiness you feel without an outlet like that might have contributed to your constantly slumped shoulders.
“You know what, that might not be a bad idea, Felix.”, you answer, mostly to make him happy, but maybe also as a promise to yourself. A promise to at least give it a try.
“Wonderful,”, Felix exclaims and clasps his hands together. “Let’s drink to that.”, he says and you join him in a toast, laughing at his ability to brighten your mood so easily.
A few weeks later, after spending countless nights deciding whether you should actually go ahead with it and take up painting again, you come to a decision. Up to this point you had only just been surviving. But your talk with Felix had made you realize that maybe you should start living a little too. That’s why you’re now standing outside the door to a random amateur art class. The website had said it suited anyone wanting to give art a try. It seemed half promising but you mostly chose it since it was cheep.
If you had to be honest, you’re feeling a bit nervous. It had been a while since you painted last and you’re not sure if you still know how. After standing outside debating whether you should just turn around and run home, you hear footsteps approaching from behind.
”Hi, excuse me, are you also going to the art class? I’m kinda lost.”, a man asks.
”Oh, yeah, I’m also going, I guess.”, you answer and turn to look at him. You’re met with the sight of a broad chest and have to lift your gaze to find the face of the one you’re talking to. The man is probably around your age, and has dark long hair. His eyes catch your attention, as dark as his hair, and with a mole placed beneath one. He wears glasses that frame them perfectly, resting on a high bridge. The man’s mouth catches your attention next. His lips are devoid of any crack, so soft and in that plump shape any girl would dream of having. The man wears a black sweater and baggy jeans. His clothes drape over his tall frame making him look like straight out of a magazine, with the many pieces of jewelry he wears. You feel a bit underdressed next to him. But apparently not like running away anymore at least.
He is undeniably pretty. Not a compliment you’d usually allow a man, but you make an exception for him.
”Great. Wanna go in together?”, he smiles and his eyes turn crescent.
”Sure.”, you nod, almost scared to look at him any longer in fear that his pretty face might blind you. You enter and walk in together in silence. You usually feel awkward meeting new people, never knowing what to say or how to act. To your relief, he breaks the silence first.
”Have you been here before?”, he asks, voice low yet sweet. You still don’t dare to look directly at him, his face already burned into your brain anyway.
”No, but I’ve been to other classes before. What about you?”, you ask, still nervous but now for the sole reason of talking to this pretty stranger.
”Never. My friend pestered me into trying.”, he laughs. You turn your head to look at him. He has one hand in his pocket, almost looking a bit bashful.
”No way, me too. My friend said he missed his favorite artist.”, you say and laugh, but suddenly feel stupid thinking you might have sounded like you were bragging. But once again to your relief, he laughs along.
”Then I look forward to becoming a fan of your work.”, he smiles again and you can’t help but notice how his mole moves upward along his cheeks when he does.
The class begins like any other. The teacher introduces himself and makes everyone say their name and favorite artist. The whole time, you can’t help but sneak glances at that guy. His profile is striking yet soft, and the way his hair falls against his face looks like perfection. Felix would love to have him as a client. He’d make the poor guy pose for his salon’s instagram to no end.
The room is filled with students. All of them dressed like true artists. They name one underground artist after the other in their introductions and you feel the impostor syndrome creep in. When his turn comes he introduced himself as Hyunjin. Before giving away his favorite artist, his gaze flicks to you and he gives you a faint almost teasing smile that leaves your heart beating. In the end, he names a foreign artist you faintly recognize.
Your teacher begins going over the schedule for the upcoming weeks and you try your best to focus, but the way Hyunjin had looked at you keeps replaying in your mind. During the last ten minutes you’re all given the task of sketching something small. Something that had stood out to you during the day, the teacher had instructed. When the ten minutes are up you look down onto the paper. You hadn’t even realized what you’d sketched, as if your brain had completely taken over. It’s a side profile, a pair of eyes looking to the side, slightly slanted, caught mid smile. Ugh, so cliche, you think. But you can’t deny that the look really had stood out to you. You quickly fold it up hoping no one will notice.
When the teacher announces that class is over you grab your bag and hurry to leave, not feeling like staying to chat with the teacher like the rest of your new classmates. With one foot already out the door you hear that low sweet voice call out from behind.
”Wait, you forgot this.”, Hyunjin says, and hands you a folded piece of paper. It’s your sketch. Your chest pounds and ears grow hot. “I didn’t look at it.”, Hyunjin ads hastily, and you instantly relax.
“Oh, thanks.”, you quickly reply, crumpling the sketch in your hand, and leave as if the interaction isn’t going to play on your mind for the rest of the week.
The next week as you walk into the classroom you spot him immediately. He’s sitting by the window looking out onto the setting sun. He’s holding a pen, sketching something. Maybe the flower buds growing on the tree outside. His hair is half tied up in a ponytail, some bangs hanging over the frames of his glasses. You take a seat at the back of the classroom as people filter in.
A few weeks pass this way, with you admiring Hyunjin from the back of the class. But not all time is spent looking at him. You’ve been enjoying attending classes, and you’ve gotten better. The teacher gives you silent praise as he peers over your shoulder onto your work. It feels like your posture might have gotten a bit better, and your shoulders aren’t as slumped anymore when you leave from work each day, knowing you’ll get to paint that one day a week.
One day though, something shifts. You get to class as usual, the late spring sun setting through the window. The room fills with people and you don’t even notice that someone has placed their bag beside you before they speak.
”Can I sit here?”, Hyunjin asks and you almost jump in surprise. His usual spot by the window is vacant yet he chooses to sit next to you? Something seems up. Confused, you simply nod, and move your stuff from his side of the table.
”Sure, go ahead.”, you say.
He’s tied his hair up fully today and your eyes scan along the side of his face. It’s almost freaky how perfect he is. Hyunjin begins putting his stuff on the table and you can’t look away from the many silver rings on his fingers. God, even his hands are perfect, you think, noticing the length of his fingers.
”So how’s it going for you? Has your friend been able to admire their favorite artist lately?”, he asks suddenly.
What is going on, you think. Why’s he talking to you when you haven’t spoke since that one time? You realize what he has just asked you and laugh awkwardly.
”Oh, yeah, I’ve shown him some bits and pieces. How’s it going for you?”, you ask politely in return.
”It’s going alright. I’m just kinda nervous for this weeks assignment.”, he says and shrugs.
”This weeks assignment?”, you ask. Maybe you were too occupied looking at Hyunjin when the teacher went over it last week.
”Yeah, portraits. I don’t really paint people.”, he admits and brushes a bang behind his ear. His gaze flicks to you, and he eyes you intensely, as if he’s trying to memorize your features. It startles you a bit and you lower your eyes to the table. You see his sketchbook and decide to ask.
”What do you usually paint?”, you look back up again. You’d be lying if you said you aren’t curious.
”Here, you can look.”, he says and hands you the book. You open it and immediately see the many pages filled with floral motifs. Every single page has a different one, some in color, some in coal, others in pen. Of course the universe would never be so benevolent as to give you a break and nerf him in some way. He’s good. Like, really good. It looks like he’s never done anything but paint flowers. Maybe he hasn’t.
“These are beautiful, Hyunjin.”, you say without thinking.
“Thanks.”, he says and smiles at you. He raises a brow. “You know my name?”. Your heart almost stops in your chest and you look at up him.
“Oh, uhm, yeah I just remembered from the introduction. I’m not a stalker or anything.”, you say, maybe a little too fast. It's not that weird to only remember a single name out of the many classmates you have, right? He laughs, his head thrown back showing off his Adam’s apple. You swallow.
“Sorry, I’m just joking, I figured you remembered. But that respons was really funny.”, he gives you a teasing look.
“Oh.”. Your cheeks feel warm.
“Anyway, that’s not what I wanted to say. I was gonna ask if maybe you’d wanna help me with the assignment?”, he asks tilting his head toward you. You think he must have gotten everything he’s ever asked for, because who could say no to that look. Yet, you’re a bit confused. Why you, you think. Hyunjin seems to catch the confusion in your brow and explains. “I might have been lying that day when I said I didn’t look at your sketch.”, he admits and you can see the faint blush on his cheeks.
Oh no, you slap yourself mentally. He must think you’re such a creep. You open your mouth to begin apologizing, but he stops you with a hand in the air.
“It’s fine, seriously. I’m the one in the wrong for looking anyway. It was really impressive, the sketch I mean. I’m at a loss when it comes to portraits and could use some help. Please?”, he asks, voice gentle as if he’s afraid to scare you away. Your confusion has cleared, although you still don’t really know why he would ask you and not the teacher for help, or any other student for that matter. But you nod and agree.
“Okay, I can do that.”, you answer, a little hesitant but relieved that he doesn’t seem to think you’re a complete psycho. Hyunjin relaxes his shoulders as if he had been anticipating a no, and gives you a grateful smile.
“Thank you, really.”, he says.
Class begins and the teacher starts showing pictures of faces and expressions for you to mimic in your sketches. You’re deep in concentration when Hyunjin nudges your arm with his. He nods at you quietly but enthusiastically as if to say good job, and you can’t hide the smile that reaches your face.
“Here’s my number. Maybe we can set something up this week?”, Hyunjin says when class is over and hands you a piece of paper. So old school, you think, and look at the numbers neatly lined in ink. You nod and he waves goodbye, leaving you to finish gathering up your things.
“He texted me to come over this Friday.”, you reveal to Felix over the phone that night.
“Oh my god! I’m so happy for you.”, Felix squeals on the other end. “This is all thanks to me by the way.”. You laugh and thank him, because it truly is thanks to him. “Finally getting the dick you deserve.”, he continues.
“My god, Felix. I don’t even know if it’s a date. I’m just helping him.”, you say, but you can’t help but feel a little giddy at the idea of it possibly being a date. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought of that mouth of Hyunjin’s more than once–
“Of course it’s a date. Why else would he invite you? And to his home? I’ll bet five bucks that you’re getting dicked down by the end of that night.”, he responds, cutting off your chain of thought.
“Yeah, well, we’ll see how it goes. I doubt he’s interested in me. He literally looks like a model.”, you say, lowering your expectations.
After the call your mind keeps replaying the few interactions you’ve had with Hyunjin. The way his body felt, big against yours when nudging you. You imagine his bangs framing a sweaty forehead as he hovers over you. His broad chest heaving, lips parted and wet from your saliva. You imagine those dark eyes plastered to your body, burning you hot. His mouth on your neck, kissing your sweet spot, as his fingers trail along your side, and in between your slick folds. His fingers long and relentless as he fuck them into your hole. In your mind, you hear how wet you are for him, and you moan his name as he pumps his fingers inside.
You rub yourself to the images in your mind and cum hard and heavy. You’re filled with guilt after getting off to the pretty man you’ve only spoken to a handful of times. You have to stop listening to Felix, you decide. But now you’re intrigued. Could the seemingly sweet Hyunjin you shared a classroom with really be like that? Could he make you cum? Maybe you’re getting ahead of yourself. It might not even be a date, you remind yourself.
The following days at work go by painstakingly slow, as you’re anticipating the “meet up” which you’ve decided to call it. You’ve prepared by gathering all of your recent portraits into a folder to show him. Although it feels nerve wracking to teach someone who's already a great artist, it also feels kind of fun. You’d never had anyone to talk to about art, aside from Felix who would occasionally ask to see yours. It’d be an understatement to say you’re looking forward to Friday. And slowly and steadily the day rolls around.
At 5 pm you close the coffee shop and hurry home to shower and get ready. You waver between shaving or not, and ultimately decide that it’s better to be prepared than not, and shave every crevice of your body. Just in case. You throw on a simple outfit and head to the train station. Hyunjin had texted his adress and it wasn’t far away. But the 20 minute train ride feels like an eternity and your body shivers with nerves when you finally stand outside of his apartment. You knock on the door lightly and hear footsteps on the other side. Hyunjin finally opens and smiles at you.
“Welcome, I’m so glad you could come. Come in.”, he says. Hyunjin’s hair is loose this time, and he isn’t wearing his glasses. He’s in a gray tight fit cardigan, skin peeking out from between the buttons. The blue jeans hang low on his waist. It’s as if he wants you to look, almost provocative. You swallow, hard.
“Thank you for having me.”, you say and nod as you enter. His apartment smells of incense. You recognize the warmth of sandalwood. It suits him. The living room has a brown leather couch and at least five big paintings on the walls. Some photographs as well. There are flowers in vases in the window overlooking a big park. The sunset light fills the apartment.
”Did you paint these?”, you ask, walking into the living room gesturing to the many paintings. Hyunjin nods and you continue looking. They mimic the ones from his sketchbook, various flowers. ”I like them.”, you admit.
”Thanks.”, he says from where he’s leaning against a wall, arms crossed over his chest, watching you look around. ”Want anything to drink? I’ve got wine if you’d like?”, he asks suddenly. You can’t help but laugh.
”Wine? How fancy. I’d love a glass.”, you give him a teasing smile and he laughs in return.
”It’s nothing, just something I picked up.”, he says and moves to the kitchen.
So he bought wine just for this, you note. Seems a bit much for simply having a classmate over. But then again, it’s not like it’s a date just because he bought wine. He comes back with a bottle and two glasses that he sets on the coffee table. You take a seat on the couch and bring out the supplies and sketches you’ve brought.
”Wow, you’re serious about this.”, he laughs while eyeing the many things in your lap. He picks up a few papers, analyzing your sketches.
”Of course I am. Don’t underestimate how seriously I take my lessons. I used to be a tutor, you know.”, you answer, a hint of teasing in your voice.
”Okay, teach. Please help this poor student.”, he says, mischief laced behind his smile. His answer catches you off guard and then you laugh. You hadn’t expected him to be this playful, but you appreciate it. There’s no awkwardness between you and you feel like you can relax there in his couch, sun setting across your face.
”Don’t worry, I’ll help you. So, what is it you find hard about sketching people?”, you ask, playing along. He looks away, seeming to ponder the question.
”Hmm, I guess it’s hard because…I’m used to painting flowers. They don’t really change, they don’t have different expressions or emotions. It’s easy, is what I’m trying to say. It’s easier to capture the beauty of a flower rather than a person’s. I never feel like I’m doing them justice.”, he answers. Hyunjin looks at you, once again as if trying to memorize your features, and it’s hard not to look away, but you manage to keep your gaze steady on him.
”I understand.”, you nod, “It’s scary. By painting someone else you’re not only painting them, but your impression of them. ln each face and expression there is emotion. And there’s also the feelings you add to it. But isn’t it the same thing when it comes to flowers?”, you ask.
”I’ve never thought about it that way. When I paint flowers I just…do.”, he answers, eyes locked onto yours, his voice low.
”It’s the same thing when painting people. Trust yourself and just…do.”, you say, your voice slow but encouraging.
”Then…”, Hyunjin begins and bites on his bottom lip, ”can I try sketching you?”, he asks. The stillness of the moment makes it feel as though time isn’t moving at all. It’s just two pairs of eyes watching one another, the taste of white wine of your tongue, sun warm against your cheek, painting the room in an orange hue.
”I guess that’s only fair, since I sketched you.”, you say, not daring to speak too loud in case it breaks the magic of the moment. Hyunjin gives you one last look before getting up from the couch.
”Then, please sit still for me.”, he says and goes into another room. When he comes back he has his own sketchbook and a worn down pencil in hand. You sit silently with your back against the armrest of the couch and he sits down, mirroring you. You take a sip of wine, feeling the warmth spread in your body. Hyunjin flicks his gaze onto your face and studies it. You tilt your head and give him the slightest of smiles. His eyes widen and he takes a deep breath through his nose.
”Like that.”, he says, ”I like that.”
He turns his focus onto the paper and you’re left with a blush slowly creeping up toward your face. Maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the compliment, maybe it’s both. You sit in each others silence, the only sound coming from the scratching of his pen against the paper while he sketches you. Occasionally he looks up to study your features. You can’t complain, since you’ve got wine and a pretty view in front of you. After what feels like a bliss filled eternity, Hyunjin straightens up and puts his pen down.
“What do you think, teach?”, he asks and hands the sketchbook to you. He almost seems nervous to show you. He doesn’t have to be though, because the sketch is beautiful. He made you look beautiful. He managed to capture the stillness and emotion perfectly.
“Why would you even ask me for my help? You’re already so good at this.”, you say, voice quiet as you marvel over the sketch. Hyunjin moves closer to you on the couch and sits beside you. He tentatively holds out a hand in the air, and carefully tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.
“Maybe I just wanted an excuse to sketch you.”, he says. Hyunjin takes the sketchbook and glass of wine from your hands and place them on the coffee table. You’re still propped up against the armrest and he places one arm against the back of the couch, sitting in front of you, inching close. His eyes move across your face, from your eyes to your mouth, and you know what he’s thinking. You’re thinking the same.
“Can I kiss you?”, he finally asks, and you breathe out through your nose.
“Please.”, you answer.
Hyunjin’s hand comes to rest on your cheek and his pillowy lips meets yours. You sink into the kiss and let a breath out against his cheek. You hold still for a moment, simply enjoying the feeling of how he fits so perfectly against you. The kiss breaks and you look at each other. His lips are parted slightly and his breathing is almost heavy. You sense his hesitation, as if he's waiting for you. You make the next move, crashing your lips together, this time with more force. You need him. So bad.
The kiss feels electric and soon his tongue probes your mouth open. The wetness of his saliva is cold from the wine and he tastes faintly of citrus from it. Your tongues explore one another and he moves you to lay down on the couch with an arm around your back. Caged underneath him, you wrap a leg around his waist to motion for him to come closer. Kissing isn't enough. You need more. You feel a hardening bulge from behind his jeans. He rolls his hips once between your legs and you almost whine into the kiss from the friction. He lets out a mirroring sound of pleasure. Hyunjin’s breathing is heavy and it mingles with your own as his mouth travels along your jaw down to your neck. Your hands reach to unbutton his provocative cardigan, broad chest hard against your palms. You break the kiss.
“You look really good in this shirt.”, you say, heavy breaths escaping through the words.
“Then why are you taking it off?”, he chuckles, enjoying teasing you. You groan as he rolls his hips against your pussy again, and you keep fiddling with the buttons.
“Stupid buttons”, you say, voice muffled between kisses. Hyunjin chuckles once more and sit up on the couch. You mourn the loss of touch but when you see him pull the cardigan over his head from its hem, showing off a v-line sculpted by Michelangelo himself, you forgive him. Hyunjin grabs you by the waist and puts you on his lap facing him. It’s evident how hard he is and you grind against him. He moans loudly, biting down hard on his bottom lip.
Hyunjin grabs your hips to guide your moves. He seems to like it slow, although his face is making it look like he’s in pain. It’s so hot you almost forget how to breathe, shallow breaths caught between moans. He fiddles a little with the zipper of your pants while eyeing you as if asking for permission. You nod and your pants hit the floor a second later. Your shirt is thrown away somewhere far away along with your bra, and Hyunjin is quick to palm your breasts. He rolls a nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth. The noise is obscene as he licks and sucks on your nipple. He nibbles slightly and you gasp, to which he grins, and it goes straight to your pussy.
“Hold on to my neck.”, Hyunjin says suddenly and you comply. He grabs you underneath your thighs and effortlessly picks you up. His mouth is on yours again, not breaking the kiss even while moving toward what you assume is the bedroom. He gently lays you down on the bed. You’re aware of how exposed you are, only in your underwear while he palms his erection through his jeans at the foot of the bed. You’re anticipating him to take it out, but instead he gets down to his knees and pulls you toward him. Hyunjin runs a finger along your inner thigh and looks at you with dark eyes filled with lust.
“Can I taste you?”, he asks, voice hoarse and heavy. He places a kiss to your inner thigh while stroking you gently. You can only nod and hum and okay, too worked up to say anything. He continues kissing his way down your thigh, so slowly it’s almost painful. You’re aware of how wet you are, practically soaking through your panties already. You jolt as you feel the tip of his tongue on top of your underwear. Hyunjin licks you through your panties and it’s almost too much to bear.
“Hyun…ah- please.”, your voice betraying you as you plead. His breath is warm against your pussy.
“Yeah?”, he whispers, and it’s the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard a man say. You bite your lip as he pushes your panties to the side. With his fingers, Hyunjin begins probing the folds of your wet pussy, soaking his fingers. When he enters the first finger you can't help the gasp that escapes. It seems to spur him on and he leans forward to gently flick his tongue over your swollen clit. The combination of his long finger pumping inside of you and the tongue ever so slightly grazing the place you like the most, it’s all too much. You groan and he picks up the pace, adding another finger inside. Your hips buck against his face, but he keeps you still with his free hand on your hip.
You look down to see him thoroughly enjoying himself, in a way that is so sexy. You snake a hand down grabbing at his hair, and he finally allows more friction with his mouth on your clit. The pleasure takes over and you’re moaning out his name as your hole clenches around his fingers. You’re warm, almost sweating, and your climax washes over you leaving you breathless. Hyunjin slows his movements and soothes your hip as you come down from your high. You lay sprawled on the edge of the bed and he sits up, just looking at your body.
“I’ve thought this since the first time we met,”, Hyunjin begins quietly, “you’re beautiful.”. You feel dizzy and the heat in your body spreads to your face at his confession. He strokes your thigh, letting you settle. His hand goes to his cock that has been left untouched. He swiftly removes his jeans and boxers, and crawls over you on the bed. His lips meet your jaw again, trailing light kisses along it. You feel the tip of his cock, slightly damp at your hip, and he grinds it slowly against you. A silent “Fuck” escapes him in a moan.
“You think you can take my cock?”, he asks, voice restrained, dripping with lust. You look down and your eyes widen. You can only stare. It’s bigger than you had anticipated. Not that you’d thought him to be small, but still. You nod and swallow, mouth going dry. Hyunjin adjusts his tip to rest against your hole that’s already clenching around nothing. He presses it against your entrance and looks at you, seeking final permission.
“Please.”, you say, and he doesn’t waste a second, pushing his head inside. It slides in without much force due to the mix of saliva and your cum. He stills, letting you get used to his girth that stretches you open.
“Fuck, you feel so good.”, he breathes close to your ear and begins to move. You take him in and clench around his cock, almost shivering. As more of him slides in, your legs close around his hips, pushing him in deeper. You can’t get enough.
“Don’t stop.”, you gasp, and he doesn’t. He picks up the pace, fucking into you with more force, until your pussy takes all of him. The strokes are deep and the pace steady. The room fills with the sounds of your wetness and bodies slapping against each others. He grunts low and his brows furrow. He seems close and you feel your second climax approaching. Your hands are on his back, leaving light scratches as you clamber yourself onto him, moaning curses in between breaths.
“I’m gonna cum.”, he says, voice dazed and hoarse.
“Inside…cum inside.”, you manage to say, and it’s like he loses all sanity, releasing his warm load inside your pussy with a few final rough stokes. He fucks you through his high, and your walls clench around him a final time as you cum as well.
When you let go of his back, he slides out of your pussy, cum leaking out onto the bed. Hyunjin lays down beside you and kisses you on the cheek. You lay there, breathing heavily together in the post sex bliss. He strokes your arm with eyes closed and you allow yourself to fully relax. You feel sleepy and content, and you curl up facing him. You feel yourself drifting off to sleep, and he lets you, simply stroking you.
When you wake up it’s dark outside. Hyunjin seems to have cleaned you up because you don’t feel any stickiness left. He’s sitting beside you on the bed, sketchbook in hand, focusing. You slowly raise your head to peek at his sketch. He smiles at you.
“You looked so cozy.”, he says, and you see he has drawn you sleeping. You can’t help the blush that creeps up your cheeks. You look at him and smile back. The sound of your stomach rumbling interrupts the sweet moment, and he laughs. “I’ll order some food.”, Hyunjin says, and kisses you on the forehead. It feels unreal, but you’re so happy it doesn’t have to end yet.
You make a mental note to give Felix that five bucks later.