Taking Care of the Caretaker

It was just a few minutes ago when Lynn was screaming, begging you to keep it inside her and not let anything leak out.

“Oppa, no, I’m still sensitive—”

“Shh. Stay still, baby.”

You’re already between her thighs. She’s on her back: wrecked, thoroughly used, knees apart, a pillow under her hips, your fingers gently pressing back inside her what tried to leak out a minute ago. Her hand is over her mouth, trying to hide what she truly feels. Her thighs are trying to close around your wrist and failing.

“Oppa.”

“Yes, Lynn?”

“I thought we were done for the night. That’s not aftercare at all; that’s the opposite of aftercare.”

“I’m… taking care of it.” You scoff, then smirk while locking your eyes on her glistening folds. “You said you wanted me to keep it inside you.” Your fingers gather the remaining cum around her cunt and push it inside her. “So I’m making sure none of it is wasted.”

“But Oppa. That was thirty minutes ago when I was insane.”

“Were you?”

“Yes.” She covers her face with both hands. “I was completely insane. I’m a normal person now.”

“Mhmm...”

She peeks at you through her fingers. The candles you prepared for your date night flicker. The plaid shirt and her white dress she had on earlier are scattered messily on the floor somewhere with your own set of clothes.

“Oppa.”

“Yes, baby?”

“Are you not tired yet? Don’t you need to drink water?”

“Don’t worry about me, baby.”

“Did you eat anything before coming here? You worked so hard.”

“Baby. For tonight, I’m taking care of you, ok? Stop and just enjoy. You’ve been really busy and tired recently. Taking care of your members and doing your best at work.”

“Thank you, Oppa. I’m sorry I can’t stop. It’s so automatic for me now.”

You press your fingers in deeper, slow, and her hips lift off the pillow. The sound she makes is small and surprised. The pillow has a wet spot under her now. Her hands find your wrist and grip it.

“Oppa~”

“Shh.”

She breathes out. Her thighs go slack. Her grip on your wrist softens.

“Okay, Oppa.” She can barely contain her moans. “Don’t take it out yet.”

“I wasn’t going to.”

She’s quiet for a few seconds. You feel her flex around your fingers. Everything is still where you put it.

“Oppa.”

“Yes, Lynn?”

“Are your fingers not tired yet? Are your knees okay? You’ve been kneeling for a while.”

You laugh. You can’t help it. You lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, and your fingers stay where they are.

“My knees and fingers are fine, baby. Stop trying to take care of me. Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Mhm. Mhmmm..” Her eyes close. Her hands find your hair. “Okay. Just for tonight.”

“Just for tonight.”

She’s quiet again. Your fingers move slowly. Her breathing evens out. You think she’s drifting. Then—

“Oppa.”

“Yes, baby?”

“… you can start fucking me again if you want.”

“You sure, baby?”

“Yes. I love you.” She says in Japanese.