Love Language

You rest your hand over your drink, stretching your neck as you enjoy your calm night out. You hear the sound of the front door opening, but pay it no mind, continuing on with your drink. A voice calls out to you. “Could you buy me a drink?” You peer to your side, seeing a young woman standing beside you. “I promise I can pay you back,” the young woman said, giving you a big smile, her soft cheeks poking up. She brought her hands to her chin, resting them on her palm. “Please?”

“Aren’t you a little young to be drinking?” you ask, looking at the young woman.

She pouts, her chubby cheeks puffing out. “I can drink,” she whines cutely. “Just one drink, please.” The young woman was insistent. She took the seat next to you, refusing to give up just yet.

“What’s your name?”

Thinking she was getting somewhere, the young woman chirps her response, “My friends call me Umji!” Umji leans in, scooting her seat closer to you. She shakes her head and smiles at you. Her hand reaches for your arm, tugging at it slightly. “Does this mean you’ll get me a drink? I promise I can pay you back.”

“And how exactly do you plan to pay me back?” You were genuinely curious. Umji seemed to be someone who would actually send you money.

“I can show you my love language,” Umji said, laying her head on your arm.

“Your love language?” you say a little sarcastically.

Umji pouts at your tone, “Yeah, it’s worth a drink or two,” she says. “Don’t you think I’m pretty?”

You might not be a ladies’ man, but you knew better than to say no. “I think you’re a pretty woman…I just don’t know if it’s worth it for me.” You motion toward yourself, trying to make a point. “What do you mean you’ll show me your love language?”

Umji smiles, tightening her grip around your arm as she looks at you. Her big doe eyes stare back at you. “I can’t just tell you,” she whispers, looking away and playing shy. “I can only show you.” Umji pouts again, making her lip quiver, “Please, mister, can you buy me a drink. I’m so thirsty.” Umji made her voice higher, trying to hit you with another level of cuteness. You take a deep breath and sigh. You know you shouldn’t buy the woman a drink, but you do anyway.

You raise your hand, “Bartender, a drink for the lady.”

Umji smiles and bounces in her seat. As the bartender arrives, Umji calls out her drink of choice, “A cosmopolitan, please!” Her cheery tone was enough to make you smile. “Thank you, mister! You’re so nice,” Umji says, turning to you.

“Yeah, yeah,” you huff, playing it off.

“What do you do?” Umji asks you while the bartender begins to make her drink.

“Stuff,” you answer. You said it without a second thought; you didn’t know why you were being so guarded. It wasn’t like she would have any use for the information. “I do all kinds of things, a bit like a handyman.”

“Ohh,” Umji nods along, “Don’t you want to know what I do?”

You were a little curious, “Alright, I’ll bite. What do you do?”

“I’m a masseuse. I make sure everyone can be nice and relaxed,” Umji replies, brimming with pride. “It can be really hard work, like yours.” Umji nods as she makes the comparison. Before she can continue, the bartender places the drink down in front of Umji. “Thank you!” She calls out, picking up the frothy pink drink. Umji takes a small sip of it, shaking as she puts it back down. “Ah! It tastes so good! Do you want a taste?” Umji asks, pouting and pointing to her glistening lips. You let out a puff of air as you look at her. Umji giggles, happy that she got a reaction out of you.

“So, do you always ask people for drinks?” You ask, turning things around on her.

“No, just the cute ones,” Umji kicks her feet, looking away from you with a smile on her face.

“Mm, right,” You reply, teasing her a little.

“It’s true!” Umji shouts, playfully smacking your arm. “You’re pretty cute.” The young woman sips her drink, nearly finishing it.

“Is that why you came up to me?”

Umji blushes slightly, “Maybe…” She was being coy. “No more questions!” Umji exclaims, taking a final swig of her drink.

“You finished that pretty quickly. Do you want another?”

The young woman tilts her head, “Mm, if you’re offering to buy me another drink, I’ll take it.” You call the bartender over again, and Umji gives you a giddy smile, baring her teeth as she orders a different drink this time. “Malibu Sunshine!” Umji pauses for a moment, “Wait, that’s not right…Ah, Malibu Sunset.” Umji looks at you, tilting her head and lightly smacking her knuckle against it. “I always think of sunshine before I remember it’s sunset.” You can’t help but smile at the cute act. You and Umji continue talking, having a few more drinks. With each passing one, Umji becomes a little more handsy. She clings to you, whining when you try to move away. “Let me stay here, it’s so nice,” she says, slurring her words as she nuzzles against your arm.

“I think you’ve had enough,” you mumble. The drinks are hitting you just as hard as they were, Umji.

“No, you’ve had enough,” Umji giggles. “Let’s go back to your place so I can show you my love language,” Umji whispers into your ear. You nod along and pay your tab, just as you’re about to head out, Umji stops you. “I want to go to the bathroom.” The young woman grabs your hand and drags you to the women’s bathroom. You hardly notice, though, your vision is already blurry. Umji pushes her way in and kisses you before heading to the sinks. You watch the young woman. Umji raises her dress and bends over the sink. “Get over here, I want to show you what you’re missing out on.”

You walk over to the young woman, staring at her backside. Your hands wander her body, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh. Your hands wander higher, going for her clothed breasts. The young woman reaches back, spreading her cheeks apart for you. “Put it in,” she whines, waving her ass for you. You nod, struggling for a moment to pull out your cock before managing. You rub the head against her folds before pushing in. Umji’s slick walls greet you warmly, snuggly wrapping around you as you push into her cunt. The young woman lets out a low guttural moan as she feels your hot shaft move deeper into her core. “Mmm, it’s so hot,” Umji moans as she pushes her hips back, wanting more of you. The young woman reaches between her legs, her fingers moving quickly to her clit. She rubs the sensitive nub in smooth circles, moaning as you thrust in and out of her.

You press yourself against the young woman, kissing the back of her neck as you drive your cock into her cunt. You feel her walls squeeze you, time and time again. “Spank me,” you hear Umji moan.

“What?”

“Spank me,” Umji moans again, “I want you to hit me hard.” You pull your hand back and smack the young woman’s ass, watching her skin ripple from the hard strike. Umji’s moans get louder for a moment. She turns her head, biting her bottom lip, “Like that, hit me like that,” she moans. You give Umji another smack on the rear and another. Each hit makes her moan more; she doesn’t hold herself back, letting her arousal show. Umji clutches the side of the sink, holding it tightly as you continue to thrust into her. You think about how the cute girl you had been talking to not that long ago has turned out to be so depraved. Whether it was the alcohol or not, you didn’t think about it. You were too focused on the pleasure you felt.

“Keep going,” Umji calls out, grunting as you continue to pound her against the sinks. You can feel her walls tightening around you as you thrust. The pleasure was becoming too great for you, too. You didn’t want to cum just yet.

You drive your hand into Umji’s bright red cheek, leaving your handprint on it as she cries out for more. You grip her waist tightly and drive yourself into her faster and faster. Your bodies clap against each other, filling the bathroom with the sounds of your lovemaking. “I’m going to cum,” you groan through gritted teeth.

“Do it inside, do it inside,” Umji whines. She releases her grip on one side of the sink and reaches for her cunt, rubbing it quickly as she tries to meet you at the same time. “I’m cumming too,” Umji moans, keeping her head down. She bites her lip, trying to hold on to that little bit longer. The moment she feels your cock throbbing and your cum being pumped into her, she’s pushed over the edge. Umji throws her head back and cries out, filling the room as she’s rocked by her orgasm.

Umji’s walls constrict around you, clamping down and milking you for every drop you have. Umji’s eyes flutter as she feels every drop of your hot cum pour into her cunt, painting her walls white with your seed. You keep yourself buried inside of her, your body growing tired. “Let’s go one more time,” Umji says through heavy breaths. “I want to be on top,” she adds. You give Umji a nod and pull out slowly, your cum seeping out of her puffy cunt.

Umji turns around, grabbing your shirt and pulling you into a kiss, her tongue invading your mouth while she pushes you into one of the stalls. She reaches behind her and makes sure the stall is locked before moving you onto the toilet and straddling you. Umji aligns her cunt with your cock, rubbing the dirty head against her lips before sinking onto it. Pleasure floods your body, and you moan into your kiss. The young woman doesn’t waste a moment; she rides you quickly, moving up and down your shaft.

As Umji bounces on your cock you pull down the top of her dress, letting the cold air hit her nipples before you reach for and cup her breasts. Umji’s moans grow louder, her hard nipples rub against the palms of your hands as you squeeze her modest chest. You massage the soft mounds. The pleasure coursing through Umji’s body messes with her rhythm, and she stops bouncing on your shaft. Needing to gather herself, Umji rocks her hips in the meantime.

You’re both breathless by the time your kiss ends, each of you gasping for every breath. Your moans grow louder as Umji swivels her hips. You watch the young woman move in circles, making your cock rub against her walls as she finally composes herself and switches back to riding you in earnest. “You feel so good,” Umji moans, her breasts bouncing with every drop of her body onto yours.

You move your hands down Umji’s body, settling back on her waist as she rides you. You lean in, lapping at her neck. It makes the young woman coo. You wouldn’t last too much longer with Umji’s pace.

She was close, too. Umji was getting closer, with every drop onto your cock she was nearing the edge. The young woman moved her hands to your shoulders, using them to support herself as she moved. Her moans began to turn into whines, and it became harder for her to move on top of you.

Getting close and wanting to cum, you began to move Umji along your cock. It helped her, certainly, but it also quickened the time you had together. As you began to thrust into Umji, her whines came quicker; you were stabbing into her core. Her legs were growing weak, but she kept moving; she could feel her climax. Umji’s body was trembling as she slammed herself down one last time, impaling herself on your cock and letting you flood her womb with semen one more time. Umji threw her head back, a silent moan flowing from her lips as warmth spread across her body. You pull Umji closer, and her head falls on your shoulder. You kiss her neck as your body calms down. Drowsiness overtakes you both before you can react. You end up falling asleep in the stall, still buried inside Umji.

You awaken only when the staff comes inside to clean up the bathroom. Umji still lies on top of you, barely stirring as the sound of footsteps drawing closer comes near. You lift Umji off you and raise the straps of her dress. “Staff is here, we have to go,” you mumble to her. Umji sleepily nods her head. Knowing she’d barely be able to walk, you carry her bridle-style and rush out of the bathroom. You ignore the staff and hurry out, getting a few blocks away before stopping. Umji holds onto you loosely, her head resting against your chest as she snores lightly. You shake your head and look around, seeing no other option, “Guess, we’re going home.” You say carrying the sleeping woman to a taxi and taking her home with you.

She sleeps the entire ride, and only when you pick her up and begin the walk inside does she mumble something, “My hero.” You shake your head as you feel the smile on her lips, Umji’s head nuzzling against your chest.

“You owe me,”

“I’ll show you more of my love language.” Umji murmurs before drifting back to sleep.