Spectacles

It’s been a while since the waiter left to deliver your orders for this date night to the kitchen. Probably thirty or thirty-five minutes max. And the only thing keeping you patient is Chaeyeon, who looks extra pretty today, even for you, the guy who gets to wake up and see her beside you in bed everyday. She just looks so gorgeous, so damning pretty that she seems like the kind of girl that you’d take home to your mother and keep a secret due to…. frisky sessions in between visits and a wildness your conservative and reserved parents cannot handle.

Maybe it’s because she’s just so charming. She draws you in and keeps you hooked, and tests the waters with her free laugh. But, if anything, it’s her laugh that made her for keeps. You like how she isn’t like other people who tried to modify their chuckles just to seem attractive. Nothing against them, of course. Everyone can do anything and anyone. But it’s just so much more satisfying meeting someone like Chaeyeon—or, much better, is Chaeyeon—who doesn’t hold back or hide anything. With you, she can be herself, and vice versa. That’s the definite reason as to why you like her so much.

As you rant in your head about her beauty, Chaeyeon looks at you with a laugh at the ends of her eyes. She finally lets it out, breaking into a fulk and beautiful smile, raising her brows as she offers you a rhetorical question that you’d answer anyway: “What, are you, like, that in love with me or something?”

You shrug with the same casual arrogance. Two can play this game. “Probably.”

Chaeyeon interlocks her fingers and rests her chin on top of their formed flat, smiling at you again. “It’s the glasses, isn’t it?” she asks, semi-seriously this time.

Not a rhetorical question anymore. There’s a knowing certainty in that grin of hers. She has finally figured you out. Nothing you can do about it now. Sigh and raise your hands in the air. “You got me.”

“Ha! I knew it! You were looking at me weird the whole time since I put them on. It’s like you wanted to fuck me in front of everyone.”

She is… well, sort of right. Chaeyeon, besides having a gorgeous face, has a body to die for, so the 24/7 horniness allegation she holds against you is partially true. Her toned torso and legs have you salivating more than any meal in this expensive restaurant. But surprisingly, it’s not her body that was the cause of your staring; like she found out, it’s mostly the glasses. The round black-rimmed spectacles that sit formally on her nose and taunt you degradingly. Yeah, you like seeing your girlfriend look like a stereotypical book nerd, huh? Fucking pervert.

“Fine, okay. I have a thing for girls in glasses. The nerdy ones, the dorky ones… that sort of girl. Which is why I was a little shocked when I fell in love with you, and you didn’t have them at first.”

“So, basically, me being visually impaired and having astigmatism make me ten times hotter? And—oh, thank you.” Chaeyeon thanks the waiter who has finally returned with your food and gives him your split check, before resuming her playful expression.

You nod, a little sheepishly. You aren’t used to talking about your kinks so publicly, although the words you carefully chose and wove together didn’t make it seem sexual, the polar opposite of Chaeyeon’s choice. But you cannot help what you feel: so worked up just because of your girlfriend merely existing with those stupid frames.

“There’s food now, oppa,” Chaeyeon says. She gestures simply to the heaping bowls of rice, gravy, fish and chicken on the table. There is even a small cake between the two of you. Their mixed delicious scents make you even hungrier. “Eat it all up.”

“Oh, I would. If I’m guaranteed a dessert.”

Chaeyeon swipes her finger on the icing and places it in her mouth. Bite your lip to try and keep yourself together, but what she says doesn’t help at all:

“Oh, it depends. Do you want dessert to come early?”

Your shoulders shudder slightly. “Kind of,” you say.

Chaeyeon considers this and seemingly weighs her options. But in the end, she shrugs in a way that is similar to your earlier shudder and eats her meal. You are a little disappointed, but sex is not what you are here for. You are here to celebrate your third anniversary with Chaeyeon. Nothing will take you away from focusing on having a cuddly and happy evening.

The two of you eat the meal happily. You talk about the funny stories at work while Chaeyeon responds to each with a hilarious laugh. Meanwhile, she relays to you her dance practices and the moves she learns for each. There’s Hype Boy by a new rookie girl group, Newjeans, and Fiction. Chaeyeon is a passionate dancer; it is her greatest talent, besides her singing.

In the middle of eating, she suddenly gets up. “I need to use the bathroom. You coming?”

“Sure, no problem. Wait.” You stop, making Chaeyeon stop, too. “Is it a separate bathroom here?”

“What do you mean?” Chaeyeon is a little irritated now. Her impatience shows a lot.

“I mean, is it a bathroom for both men and women or—?’”

“It’s a bathroom for both. Come on.”

You feel a little guilty now for holding off Chaeyeon’s bathroom break. But you just want to make sure you aren’t accused of being a peeping tom by going in with her anyway at the women’s bathroom. Not that you’d be one, anyways. You may have your kinks, but being like… that is not one of them.

You go with Chaeyeon to the bathroom. It is a single room with plenty of stalls. There is even a shower stall on the other aisle, which makes you wonder: Who the hell takes their shower in a restaurant? Definitely not you. You do not even like bathing in fancy hotels. It just feels wrong.

It is probably a stall for the night shift workers who haven’t showered yet, you tell yourself.

There is no one else inside the comfort room. Everybody else is too preoccupied with their expensive meal, so Chaeyeon opts for the family stall, which is significantly wider than the rest.

“Want me to wait outside?” you ask meekly.

Chaeyeon shakes her head. “No, you come in [with] me.”

She grabs your wrist with a wild tug, effectively dragging you inside the stall with her. The lock slides into its latch and shows the customers who may enter the bathroom a red color, an indication that someone is using it. But not necessarily to relieve themselves like the normal way of using them.

Chaeyeon drops to her knees in front of you. You gasp audibly. “Chaen, what are you doing?”

“Shhh, giving you your dessert! You said you liked me in glasses, right?”

“Yeah,” you say, confused.

“How much more would you like it if you can cum all over my face while I wear them?”

Chaeyeon states the words so casually that you almost ignore the explicit context. But seeing her on her knees, looking up at you with puppy eyes behind that damned pair of specs, you kind of wonder what your answer would be to her statement.

She grows impatient. She is as impatient as she is insatiable. “Let me help you find out, oppa, okay?”

She fishes out your cock, gives it a few beginning jerks, and licks its sensitive underside. Let out another gasp that is again caused by her. She smiles cutely, then kisses your girth with an open mouth. Her tongue slides over your stressed veins and tip.

You are already so weak. “C-Chaen,” you stutter out vulnerably. That’s a fallible action from your side. Now, Chaeyeon knows your answer even if you only say her name. She now knows what exactly to do to fire up your senses and fill it with her only. Her smirk is as wide as day.

But she stops pleasuring your cock by mouth for a moment. Replacing her tongue with her jerking hand, she leans closer and gives your heavy balls a strong lick. She laughs at your shudder, but continues on as if she hasn’t noticed it. She sucks lightly on them, coating them with her saliva, and then proceeding to your base again.

From there, she sucks you like a lollipop she can never get enough of. Your tip already leaks with precum; she collects it in between her fingers and plays with it, looking fascinated by it before daintily licking her fingers of them to test their flavor. Seems to be delicious; she moans a little after she tastes it.

That is when she decides to drink the precum directly from the source. Chaeyeon’s lips circle your tip, then, her tongue swipes up and down between your slit. In response, your hand involuntarily reaches for her head. Shove it all doen her throat in one go, which she seems to be unprepared for. Must be the reason for the strange tightness in her throat that only happens when she cums while you pound.

Which brings the question: is she touching herself? Look a little down and find your answer. She is! While she sucks lovingly on your head, she inserts her fingers in between her legs, which are taut under the tight pencil skirt. Fuck, she looks so hot, feeding on your tip and getting off from knowing you find her so pretty in this position. Chaeyeon is truly your girl.

“Naughty girl,” you say with a mock tsk tsk of disapproval. Your voice sends an exciting chill down Chaeyeon’s spine. She loves it when you talk to her in “that” voice, when you call her names during sex. “Were you planning this all along? The glasses and all?”

“Hm. Maybe.” Chaeyeon takes half of your girth in one go. Her tongue rotates around the taken length seconds before she lets go again. She looks up at you now with her hands on her lap, looking like the most obedient girl ever. “You never knew how to erase your search history, or use incognito.”

Your blood runs cold. “I—I don’t know what you are talking about.”

“Don’t you now?” Chaeyeon lewdly bobs her head back and forth to accomodate your cock in swift, wet jerks. Her mouth lets out the warmest breaths, making your sensitive dick twitch in her mouth. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not mad. It’s just that… you could have told me about your preferences a long time ago. You know you can tell me anything. You know you can tell me to do anything.”

She fires you a flirtatious wink. You feel the sudden tightness that even your cock struggles to venture inside and you know she has deepthroated you. She is particularly skilled at that, with the way she lets your tip rub the back of her mouth and effortlessly takes you down her tight throat. The caress of her lips on your highly sensitive spots also shows that she knows what she is doing, and knows that what she is doing absolutely turns you on.

Moan a little as she deepthroats you again and again. There is minimal gagging from her end, but whenever she slips, her throat seizes your sword even tighter, making it a wonderful experience in any which way. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I was too, fuck, shy to say it back then.”

Close your eyes tight, but then remember that Chaeyeon is performing your sexual fantasies onto you right now, and choose to look down. Of course, you are not disappointed. She feigns an innocent and scared look in her large doe eyes, and sucks you off with a suction greater than any vacuum. Her mouth truly is a perfect cocksleeve, just as much as her pussy is.

Chaeyeon whimpers and squirms against her own fingers. They dip in and out of her silken core, stimulating her while she stimulates you. Her fingers must be pretty good if her cute, spankable ass backs into her hand just to feel the delicious entering of her digits.