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You finished tidying up the small apartment, and rubbed your eyes, glancing at the clock.
Folding laundry always made your back hurt, but it was something that had to be done, and your boyfriend wasn’t home from work yet.
You take a quick shower, and pick out a pretty, lacy, black lingerie set, the one with the diamond encrusted bats and bows before throwing on some socks, pants and a lounge shirt.
You had spent the day washing, drying, and scrubbing, and if you didn’t get a caffeine fix, you weren’t sure you would make it through dinner.
Shuffling to the kitchen to make yourself some tea, you hear the jingling of keys at the doorway and Yuta peeks inside before fully entering the apartment. Taking off his shoes, and setting his bags down, he shoves his feet into his indoor shoes before striding into the kitchen.
He takes a look at the table where the laundry basket sits, with the clothes folded neatly inside and wraps his arms around you, kissing the back of your neck.
“Finishing the housework without me, makes me feel like I don’t do enough for you,” he mutters into your ear, finishing the sentence with a kiss just below it.
You smile, and shrug, “It was my day off, and cleaning makes me feel like I have more control over the things I can’t control.”
He turns you around and places a kiss on your nose, “Work stressing you out again? Don’t people know how to listen?” he asks.
“No, they don’t.” you whine and he smiles and kisses your forehead.
You sigh and lean towards him, tilting your face up to catch his lips with your own. He smiles into the kiss and wraps his arms tighter around you. Pressing your body as close as you can to his, you deepen the kiss then sigh as your tea kettle begins its deathly shriek and you break the kiss-for now.
After your caffeine fix, your brain registers that your stomach is now calling for food, but, having spent the day scrubbing and polishing, you really don’t feel like cooking and neither does Yuta, so you order in, and spend the time on the couch watching some TV drama while you both happily munch on a healthy order of noodles and tofu.
You finish off your meal and glance to see Yuta staring at you, as if you were his meal. He does that sometimes.
Stares like he wants to devour you.
And he does. Yuta gets frisky, intense, possessive, and passionate, and you are more than happy to oblige.
You crawl over and straddle his lap, and his hands grip your hips as he firmly holds you right where he wants you. In a kiss that is hungry and full of desire, he works your mouth open and slips his tongue inside. Tasting you. Exploration that will later lead to a discovery of a sinful pleasure that shouldn’t be allowed. But it is, because Yuta is yours, and you are his.
You nip at his lips as he rolls his hips up towards your sex and you whimper as a wave of pleasure rolls through you. Your hands knot in his hair as you tilt his head back to deepen the kiss and grind into his lap. A soft moan emits from his throat and you pull back because you are both fully clothed, and you need to remedy that immediately.
You pull him to the bedroom, removing items of clothing as you go, first your socks, then his shirt, and then your pants, his socks, your shirt and finally his pants and as you land on the bed he crawls over you in his boxers fingering the straps of your bra. He kisses you then works his way down your neck, across your check and the soft skin above your heart, where he stops and places a kiss while looking up into your eyes. Yuta then deftly unfastens the clasp of your bra and watches in delight as your ample breasts spill free from the fabric.
Then his mouth envelops first one then the other, sucking your nipple into his wet heat with a hunger. He then works his way down further, your chest heaving with the stimulation and in anticipation of what is to come.
Nosing his way down, placing kisses on your hip, then your thigh, parting them as he nips at your inner thigh. The bite caused a short yell of shock to part from your lips, making him smile.
He likes it when you’re loud.
Short needy whines escape and he smiles fiendishly as he sucks a finger into his mouth then trails it down your belly towards your core.
He admires the pretty panties, fingering the jeweled bat, “I like the bats,” he says then takes a nip at the other thigh and you yelp again.
"Yut- AH!"
Then he reaches up and slides the favored panties down and off, leaving you completely exposed as his hot breath caresses your core. You shiver in delight as he places feather light kisses on your thighs, working his way towards your inner sweet spot.
It’s an agonizing minute before he finally licks the place that has been burning with desire since the moment you saw him staring. A low moan erupts from your chest and he groans and buries his face into your folds. You tangle your fingers tighter in his hair as he licks and sucks finding your clit. Your toes curl in pleasure and your legs push like you're trying to get away, but he wraps his arms up and around you, locking you in place.
You orgasm and moan loudly, as Yuta tongue fucks you- thoughts gone as blinding pleasure sweeps from your head to your toes. Yuta’s mouth never leaving your sex as he sucks you through one orgasm, your body squirming and thrashing in ecstasy.
It's only as the aftershocks course through your body that you realize he isn’t finished with you.
Nowhere near finished.
His right arm releases and he leans forward to wet a finger before plunging it into your depths. He works you open, one finger, then another, his fingers curling up to hit your G-spot. Then his mouth returns to your clitoris and you throw your head back as this new combination sends pleasure up your spine, your brain short circuiting. Your second and third orgasms are successive and hit you like a wave as Yuta’s mouth and fingers work, his tongue joining and plunging in and out. You moan loudly again and he looks up to meet your eyes with a wicked gleam, he loves this. Pupils blown, cheeks pink and breaths uneven as your body twitches with the aftershocks of your third orgasm.
Your thoughts slowly return as he slides up your body to kiss your lips and you can feel just how turned on he is. He kisses your jaw and you reach languidly for the waist of his boxers.
He stops your hands, “Tonight was about you, you don’t have to-” he stops at the look in your eyes.
“I need you in me, Yuta,” you breath raggedly and his mouth snaps shut as he swallows.
He removes his own boxers because even though you need his dick inside you, your limbs are heavy and still trembling. He knows that he’ll be doing most of the work and that is okay because he loves this. Taking care of you, and loving you in every way he knows how.
He pulls the lube out of the drawer beside the bed, and slicks himself up, though you’re so wet that he could probably slide right in, he doesn’t want to take a chance of hurting you.
You admire his cock, a glorious thing; veiny with a bit of a curve, and you lick your lips in anticipation.
Another day, another time, you will swallow that cock down your throat and make him beg and cry for release, but that is not today.
He strokes himself before lining the tip up and slowly inching his way inside you. He thrusts the rest of the way once the head is in, and waits while you adjust to the foreign girth and length inside you. You look up and wrap your arms around his neck to give him a kiss, then pull back as his eyes search yours and nod your head. He thrusts in and out, working up to a rhythm before you're both thrusting and panting, bucking your hips up to meet him thrust for thrust as a wave of desire and energy hits your body. You pull his body closer and you can feel his length hit your inner walls and you moan. Tightening your core around him and pulling him down, you manage to flip your bodies so you can ride him.
The new position thrusts his member deeper inside and you gasp and sit while you adjust to the depth.
Then you move.
Grinding up and down his length and leaning back on his legs to support your upper body while he grabs your waist-black nails digging into your skin. Yuta’s breaths are coming heavier now and he’s matching you thrust for thrust. You know he won’t last much longer so you allow him to change the position once more, as he pulls you down, places your leg on his shoulder, and pushes you into the bed on your back. You reach down to touch yourself as he continues pumping in and out of your body. Your breath hitches and leaves your lungs in a guttural moan as you orgasm for the fourth time. He pants as he thrusts and kisses you as his hips stutter, once, twice and then you feel his hot liquid in spurts as he moans and comes. You run your nails up and down his back and watch as his dick twitches with the aftershocks of his orgasm.
He sighs contentedly, releases your leg, and collapses between them.
Naked skin touching in what was carnal just moments ago, now just becomes-intimate. You wipe the sweat from his brow and smooth his hair, and he kisses your jaw before nestling into your embrace. You see it for what it really is, a ploy to use your tits as a pillow and you giggle and swat at him playfully before suggesting you both clean up, as you both have an aversion to the drying bodily fluids.
You shower for the second time that day, then both crawl into bed.
He wraps his arms around you, burying his nose in your wet hair before whispering, “I love you.” You nestle back into his embrace and whisper sleepily, “I love you too.”
Knowing that Yuta loves you is one thing, but when he shows it, acts on it, is when you can really feel that love.
How sweet it is to be loved like this.