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“Let’s watch some Netflix, oppa.”

You looked behind you to see Eunchae sitting up, leaned against the headboard of your bed, a smile spread on her face. You, on the other hand, were already lying down, just about ready to call it a night.

“Chae, it’s like, 11PM,” you groaned.

“And it’s a Friday. Meaning we can sleep in tomorrow morning,” she cheered. “Please!” She pulled out a wider, sweeter smile. A smile that, to literally anyone else, was no different from a child’s innocent smile.

“Alright. Give me a second.”

However independent and capable she was as a young adult, Eunchae loved being more young than adult. She loved her sweets and her game nights; hell, even her pet name of choice for you was less for endearment, more to lean into your age difference (two and a half years wasn’t even that much, all things considered).

But she was still Eunchae, and the last quality of youth she bothered to care about was innocence. You both already knew what she was asking for, and you were sure it wasn’t Netflix.

A bit of shuffling later, and you sat with your back against the headboard and Eunchae leaned on your chest. Her small frame was enveloped easily by your arms, one arm over her shoulders and the other wrapped around her neck. She’d playfully nibble at your arm and fiddle with your fingers – as partners often do – and watched attentively.

At least, for the first 10 minutes of the random Chinese drama you found.

First she moved your arm down to her hips, your palm flat against her shorts. Then the arm over her collar fell over her thighs. Then she leaned more heavily against you, adjusting your hands for you: one on her ass and one between her thighs.

You glanced at her. Her eyes were plastered to the screen, but with a sly grin that gave away that she wasn’t actually paying attention to what she was watching. One firm squeeze and that grin hid behind a bitten lip and a half-moon gaze.

You moved the hand on her legs higher up her thighs. Eunchae still looked forward, feigning the same focus she had earlier. But she wasn’t fooling you, not when a light brush up her gap yielded a brief, low hum. Another squeeze of her buttcheek and that became a proper moan.

Then you paused. Enough for her ecstasy to spiral down, and enough for her arousal to turn into lust. Enough for her to scowl and whine at you, like she was throwing a tantrum. Her legs closed on one of your hands, trying to keep you there, but you refused to move any more – at least for a few seconds more.

Before you could look at her to confirm, she barraged you with kiss after kiss after kiss. One light nibble of the earlobe, one hot breath under your jaw, one lick of your neck, and Eunchae had you worked up, the basketball shorts you used for sleep stretched against you full mast.

You steeled your resolve, but Eunchae grabbed your arm as she ground her hips into it, with the same mischievous grin on her face, giggling and moaning simultaneously. There was no more being modest with intentions – merely the sole desire for carnal, primal euphoria.

If she wanted play, you were going to give her play.

You tickled her sides with your other arm, causing her body to contort and freeing your other hand in the process. You wrapped an arm around her petite waist, throwing her over and sitting her between your legs. She hummed as she ground her ass up against your hips, the texture of her booty shorts tightly rubbing against your member. You groaned behind gritted teeth, and pinned her with your entire body: spreading her legs open using yours, one arm on her chest and one arm between her legs. She gasped as you jammed your hand inside the garter of her shorts.

“Yes, oppa, yes, oppa, please,” she begged, barely resisting your touch against her already wet folds.

“Let’s get this out of the way,” you growled in her ear, practically tearing off the shorts and oversized shirt from her body, baring her completely naked. You took a nipple in each hand and squeezed, making Eunchae whimper in satisfaction.

You held her legs open with yours, airing her moist core out in the cold as you groped her petite chest and circled her hard nipples. Her attempt at reciprocating – pushing her ass against your erection – did little to slow your teasing. All Eunchae could spare was to loosen up as she whined and squirmed in tantalized agony.

“Oppa, please,” she begged over and over, but you wouldn’t have it. You sucked at her neck until her fingernails dug into your thighs too sharply to ignore, until you just knew you left marks on the still-tender skin. One quick glance confirmed your handiwork.

Eunchae, on the other hand, was reduced nearly to tears; you’d kept her hanging sufficiently to understand just how little control she had in the current moment – other than being the younger, hornier one who asked for this in the first place.

But enough play. Time for some real business.

You moved a hand and rubbed her inner thigh, traced a circle around her pussy lips, then another, before finally allowing your flesh to come into contact with her core.

The meltdown was almost instantaneous.

Eunchae growled in relief, her chest thrumming as it collapsed on top of yours. She held her other breast with one hand, the other already in yours, while the other gripped onto your wrist, offering suggestions for where to touch her next.

You weren’t having any of that.

You placed a hand on her neck, firm yet gentle, pushing on the thickest neck muscles with your thumb and middle finger; Eunchae was thin enough that your hand did less of a choke and more of an aggressive massage.

And she loved it.

“Yesss, oppa…,” she groaned behind gnashed teeth.

“Louder,” you growled, squeezing just a bit tighter.

“Yes, oppa, fuck yes, f– fuck, yesss,” she hissed.

You rubbed her for far longer than you needed to. By now both pairs of her lips were loose, one mumbling profanities and the other drenched. You could feel your knuckles coated in juices even before they saw any real action; when you sucked your fingers clean, the acidic, salty, funky taste was addicting, if not hypnotizing. You’ll save your mouthful of that for another night.

But Eunchae, still, craved more. You felt your forearm start to burn, the focus narrowing your vision, but still she eagerly thrusted her hips against your touch. You had one command: “Ask for it.”

Eunchae looked up to meet your gaze, mouth agape and eyes deep in pleasure. Even if the almost pornographic scene were muted, you could feel the arousal – no, the lust – for release.

“P-p-please,” she gasped. “So– so good, so good, f-fuck, oh shit,” she yammered. You chuckled at how cute, how sadistically close she was to falling apart from your fingertips.

You slid two fingers in, feeling the bumps and rolls of her insides, squelching out a thick, tempting ooze. She yelled, even louder than before, neck craned up as she groaned and gasped for air. You could feel your erection ache from the pure audiovisual stimulation before you.

“You look so hot right now, Eunchae,” you whispered, “so fucking hot. So fucking perfect. You’re mine.”

“F-fuck… I’m yours… It’s all yours, oppa…”

You sped up your fingering. “Is this pussy mine?”

“Fuck yes, oh f-fuck yes, oppa,” she continued. She yanked out your arm and fed you her slick – gooey, but even sharper in taste. You couldn’t even control yourself from moaning as you swallowed it all.

Still you pushed on, sinking yourself in again and hooking your fingers upward, one thumb on her clit. Your bare anatomy knowledge told you this was deep enough.

Eunchae’s legs trembled. Her thighs shook, her breath started to quiver, her moans now deep and aggressive. She would pull your face towards her, begging for a kiss, only to be too overwhelmed by your fingering to keep going. Though she clamped your hand between her legs, hands practically clawing at your forearm, blabbering for reprieve, still your hand flicked left and right aggressively – less delicate, more frantic.

And then, the beginning of the end.

Eunchae’s moans scaled up in arpeggios, rising in pitch as her body tensed. You never let go of her, only loosening your grip that she wouldn’t hurt from her frantic flailing. But you knew better than to doubt her satisfaction; no matter what her yelps conveyed, you knew the real green lights: the rolled eyes, the deep, ecstatic laughs, and the deeper, faint hums that you could barely piece together as a reverberating “yes”.

“Oppa, oppa, I’m close, please I want to cum, please!,” she begged. You weren’t one to deny – the one and only time you did she edged you for a whole weekend – so, with one hand guiding her face towards yours, you stared at her in the eyes and gave her a deep, comforting kiss.

“Cum for me.”

“Oppa, oppa, fuck …,” she squealed, pitch rising – body contorting, face scrunched, claws out – before yelping one final time: your name.

Jackpot.

Right on cue, her legs opened up as a light stream of squirt sprayed out of Eunchae. She had a hand over her mouth, eyes squeezing out single drops of tears, the other hand gripping so hard on your thigh it dug into your skin.