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Junho isn’t quite certain how takeout in front of his TV had evolved into being sprawled on his back on his bed, with Youngwoo straddling his hips, but he’s certainly not about to complain.
When their post-dinner kisses had become heated enough for him to bang his shin painfully on the coffee table where they lay on the floor by their finished takeout, he’d suggested they take it somewhere more comfortable before she got hurt too - meaning the couch. Youngwoo however, had nodded purposely, clambered to her feet, and asked which bedroom was his. Nearly swallowing his tongue and certainly not about to look a gift horse in the mouth, Junho had scrambled up, gesturing with his finger while he tried to stammer out a response.
She’d been off before he could make a sentence.
Now here he is, sprawled on his bed against the pillows with a lapful of Youngwoo. He isn’t quite certain how she came to be on top of him like this, but he isn’t about to complain. Her hands are in his hair - she’d really taken to touching it once the floodgates had been opened - and she’s kissing his mouth, deep and enthusiastically, tongue working against his own. It had taken a little practice, but once she got the hang of it, Youngwoo had turned out to be a hell of a kisser. Sometimes he even struggles to keep up - and she did that thing where she sucked on his tongue that drove him absolutely wild , and she -
She was doing it now. Junho groans, hands roaming from her ribs over her waist and hips and settling on her thighs. Her skirt is rucked up, and his hands skim down beneath the hemline, bunching it up further as he strokes them back up, feeling his cock give a throb in his pants at the feel of all that soft skin. Youngwoo shifts on top of him, shuffling about a little until she settles directly over that bulge in his trousers and she - fuck - rocks her hips, starting to grind on him rhythmically as they kiss.
“Shit - god - hold on,” he breaks from their kiss to gasp. His hands go to her hips, stilling her movements. “Wait, wait. This will be over before we’ve started if you keep that up.”
“Huh?” She looks confused for a moment before realisation dawns. “ Oh . Men can only orgasm once before requiring a period of rest before they’re ready to go again.”
“Uh - yes.”
“Male dolphins can ejaculate multiple times an hour, although their sex usually only lasts about ten seconds.”
“Uhm -”
“Women however - human women, I mean, although dolphins too - don’t have a limit on the number of consecutive orgasms in a row they can have.”
“You don’t have to brag about it,” he teases, and after a beat, Youngwoo smiles. Junho still isn’t quite certain she actually gets his humour in moments like these, and suspects it’s more that she recognises he is making a joke and forms the appropriate reaction, but he appreciates the sentiment the same.
“Will Minwoo be out all night?” She suddenly asks.
“Oh - yeah. Well he’s gone out drinking with some friends, so when he does come back it’s likely to be the early hours of the morning - don’t worry, he usually stumbles into his room quietly.”
She nods once. “Okay. Good.”
There is a small, tense pause, and Junho watches as she glances around, eyes searching the room like she’s thinking.
“You know… we don't have to do this tonight,” he says, thumbs stroking her thighs. “If you’re not ready.”
Seated on hips hips, Youngwoo tilts her head. “Are you scared?”
“Me?” He laughs. “No, no I’m not scared.”
“Because we don’t have to do this tonight if you are,” she repeats his words back to him. “I don’t mind if we wait a little longer.”
“No!” He says quickly, trying to hide his smile. “No, I… I asked because I thought you might be scared. And it’s okay if you are,” he quickly adds.
“Ah.” She shakes her head. “No. Well.” Her forehead scrunches and her mouth moves about as she thinks. “The first time doing anything is always a little scary. But I’m not too scared to try.” Her eyes meet his, and gods, he thinks he could drown in those dark eyes. “I want to. I want… you,” she confirms, and god what did he do to deserve her? Junho feels like he hit the jackpot every time he looks at her and she looks back with love and desire in her eyes.
“I want you too,” he says.
Her head tilts again “You do?”
“Yes. Can I…?” He lifts his hands to the buttons on her shirt, and hovers.
“Oh. Yes. We should probably get undressed,” she agrees, glances round the room again. “Do we have to take… all of our clothes off?”
“Not if you don’t want to.”
“I’m not sure. I think I might be cold.”
“We could get under the covers?” He suggests.
“Okay.”
She swings a leg off him, letting him push the covers back to make room for them to clamber underneath, and after hesitating a second she - fuck - she slips her underwear off, followed quickly by her skirt, and then she dives under the covers, pulling them up to her waist. Realising he was staring with an open mouth, Junho gives himself a little shake, and quickly shucks his shirt, leaving the bottom half of his clothes for now as he eases the other side of the duvet up and gets under, leaning over her.
“Do you want to take this off, now we’re under here?” His hands hover over her shirt again.
“Hmm… okay. I think I might get sweaty otherwise.”
He grins at her. “You will if I have anything to say about it.” She lies still as he unbuttons her shirt, and lifts up to let him tug it off. She wraps her arms around herself once it’s gone, and sensing that she was already feeling a little out of her comfort zone, he leaves the bra in place.
“Still okay?” He checks, and she nods. He shifts, climbing over her, and carefully nudges her legs apart with a knee so he can settle between them, and hovers there a moment, giving her time to adjust to the change in position. It’s one they’ve been in several times before, usually during their more heated make-out sessions, and one Youngwoo certainty seemed to like, but this is the most skin contact they’ll have had, and he waits for her to make the first move.
She does. Lifting a hand from where it’s wrapped round her torso, she reaches out, hovering a moment before she places it flat on his chest. The other one soon follows it, and her small fingers curl into his skin. The first hand traces down, and her lips are parted and her eyes hooded as she watches her fingertips trace over his pectorals, brushing his nipple, then over his ribs, and down, touching his abdomen.
“Wow,” she utters, almost to herself, and Junho hides a smile. He wouldn’t admit it, but he’d definitely been pushing himself extra hard at the gym over the last couple of months, knowing that some day Youngwoo would be seeing him naked. It wasn’t even driven by arrogance, or masculine pride, it was more like… he felt like he needed to be the best version of himself possible. Like she deserved the best. Even though he’s fairly certain Youngwoo wouldn’t care if he was muscled or not, it mattered to him to feel like he was good enough for her. Because she was perfect. Slim and smooth-skinned, doll-like face and hair that shone, and her body … what he’d seen of her body was absolutely breathtaking, small perky breasts and a tiny waist that dipped in, hips flaring out just enough, and long, beautiful legs. And that was just the physical side - Youngwoo was perfect to him in every way possible.
She prods at his stomach, and it jolts him out of his thoughts, staring down at her beneath him.
“Hard,” she comments, poking again.
“Hey,” he chuckles, reaching down and taking her finger away from him. “That’s not all that’s hard at the moment.”
“Hm? - Oh. Oh .” She blushes, and Junho’s chest swells a bit, emotion welling inside of him. Gods , he was gone on her.
He should probably do something about it, especially with her in his bed, mostly naked and very, very willing.
He slides a hand down her side, over her hip and around her thigh.
“I’m going to touch you with my fingers first,” he warns her. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
He’d touched her here before, just once or twice, unable to resist the urge to snake a hand into her underwear when she’d been pressed up against him on his sofa (and in his lap in his car, that one time), all dark eyes and pleading gasps. He uses what he’d learnt those other times to quickly work her up - although she feels slick and warm and ready before he even moves his fingers. He suppresses a groan, delighting in the feel of all that hot wetness against his fingers.
“Youngwoo,” he waits until her gaze flicks to his, making sure he has her attention. “I’m going to put my fingers inside of you now. Is that okay?”
She’s chewing her lip. “Uh - yes. Yes,” she nods.
He watches her face carefully as he eases first one, then two fingers into her, watching the way her mouth drops open and her eyes widen and look up, frantically searching the ceiling.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
He pushes in a little deeper, and she makes a sound. Fuck she was tight, squeezing and clutching at his fingers as he eases them in and out, going a little deeper each time, and Junho feels his cock give a pulse , and bites down so hard on the inside of his cheek he tastes blood as he thinks about being buried inside her. And tonight, he would be . He curls his fingers, rubbing them slowly and gently against her inner walls in a beckoning motion, and Youngwoo gasps and twists her head on the pillow. Her fingers curl into it beside her head, and her hips push upwards into his touch.
“Still okay?”
“Yes,” she answers. “You don’t need to keep asking me. If I’m not… then I’ll tell you.”
“Okay,” he smiles. “Think you can take another one then?”
“Finger?” Her eyes widen.
“Yes. I need to stretch you out so it isn’t painful for you when we…” he trails off, lets her fill in the answer for herself. Her eyes widen further, and she glances down.
“How big is it!?”
Junho wants to laugh, but forces himself to keep a straight face. “Do you want to feel?”
“I want to see first.”
“You - want to…?”
“See,” she repeats, then she’s shooing him off her, his fingers slipping carefully out as she pushes him back enough that she can sit up, him settled on his heels in front of her. She’s staring, quite intently, at the very obvious bulge in the front of his trousers.
“ Oh,” realisation dawns. “You want to… see.”
“Yes.”
Well, he felt rather on the spot now. Clearing his throat, Junho looks around a little helplessly before simply wiping his hand on the duvet (he’ll wash it tomorrow anyway, his thinks vaguely), and drops both hands to the front of his pants, unfastening them.
He kneels up to push them down, then hooks his fingers under the waistband of his boxers, and Youngwoo’s eyes still intently on his crotch, he eases them down too, letting his painfully aroused cock spring out.
Her jaw goes slack, and she eyes him for a moment.
“Wow,” she utters, and tilts her head as she stares at him. Feeling more than a little self-conscious, Junho resists the urge to cover himself with two hands. “What?”
“Does it always look like that?”
“What - yes! Well - I mean no, only when it’s… it’s hard - why?”
“And they all look like that?”
“Yes!”
“Have you seen many others?”
“I’m - I know - there’s nothing wrong with it!” He says, voice high.
“Ah. No,” she shakes her head in a ‘didn’t say there was’ way, and her gaze finally flicks up to his. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be.”
“Oh. Was that all?” The awkwardness he’d felt before is rather suddenly replaced with smugness, and he shifts, sitting on the bed to kick off and discard his trousers and boxers fully. He kneels between her legs again, taking himself in his hand, unable to resist a couple of strokes - fuck he was hard - as he smirks at her, feeling a little cocky now.
“Worried it won’t fit, love?” He teases.
She shakes her head. “No. I did some research. The vaginal canal can expand up to two times the size, pushing the cervix and uterus deeper into the body to make room for penetration. Although it may be uncomfortable initially because I haven’t had sex before, it’s very unlikely that a penis would be too big to fit inside.”
Junho blinks. That was… way more biological terms than he’d ever heard used in the bedroom. His hand leaves his cock.
“Ah.”
Youngwoo glances down again, and then nods. “Okay.” She shuffles back down in the bed, to her former position with her head on the pillows, legs either side of his hips. Gods. Well. She was surprisingly forward when she knew what she wanted. Junho can’t pretend he doesn’t adore that about her - even if it still managed to regularly catch him off guard.
“Ah - hold on - just a moment.” He leans over, fumbling a bit as he yanks open the draw of his bedside table and rummages around until he pulls out what he’s searching for, and sits back on his heels. His hands are a little shaky - was he really that nervous? Anyone would think he was the virgin - and he fails to get the condom wrapper open three times before he finally manages it with a sound of triumph.
He rolls it on, tossing the wrapper aside - “I’ll pick it up and put it in the bin later,” he quickly assures Youngwoo before she can leap out of bed, and then he’s hovering over her, braced on his hands either side of her, and everything goes very still. Her eyes are wide, flickering about nervously, and he shifts his weight to one forearm so he can reach down between them and run his fingers through her wetness again. He parts her folds, middle finger locating her clit and tracing around it in a circular rhythm.
She exhales, head tipping back and eyelids fluttering, and he coaxes her to relax further, continuing in that same steady circular movement, rubbing at the little engorged nub until she gives a moan.
“Junho… Junho I think I’m ready now,” she tells him.
“Yeah?” He slides his fingers down, presses two into her. She inhales again, shifts her hips. She’s slippery and hot, as thoroughly wet as she can be, and satisfied, he slips his fingers out, taking hold of his cock instead, and steadily lining himself up with her entrance.
“This might hurt a little,” he warns her.
She nods. “It’s okay.”
“If you want me to stop -”
“I’ll say.”
Content, he teases her a moment with the tip of his cock, pressing it against her entrance, circling it around, gathering her wetness on its head and letting it glide over her clit, enjoying the way her hips jump and she gasps. He presses to her entrance again, and this time he pushes in, easing forward slowly and steadily until the head of his cock is inside her, before moving back out, then pressing in again.
“More,” she utters this time, and gods, she is just fucking perfect isn’t she? Instead of pulling out again, he obliges her, pressing his hips forward until he slides all of the way inside her, watching in adoration the way her head tips back on the pillow and she gasps, mouth open.
It’s heaven, being inside her. Junho had been with women before, but he doesn’t think it had ever felt this sweet. Perhaps it’s because Youngwoo is the first woman he adores so completely - the first he’s ever been in love with that it feels so starkly different, but he cannot even compare the way her hot, silky smooth wet core clenches around him, inner walls squeezing and releasing him as he lays still inside her and she adjusts to his girth.
The hand he’d guided his cock into her with slips to where they are joined, fumbling a little, nearly groaning aloud at the way she’s stretched around him, until he locates her clit again, more exposed now, and touches her there.
She gives a gasp, clenches around him, her hips jerking a little, and then a hand is flying up beside her head and gripping hold of a handful of the pillow again.
“Are you alright?”
“I…” She shifts her hips, gasps some more. “Yes, but wait a minute.” She fumbles down between them with her other hand and presses fingers that tremble over his own, pushes them against her. “Keep doing that, there,” she directs, guiding him to rub gently at her clit, and he smiles, obliging her. One of the things he loved about being with her was that she always knew what she wanted - even in territory as unfamiliar as her first time, she knew her mind. Youngwoo was rarely unsure about anything in her life, and Junho loved and admired her for it deeply.
He teases her clit, circling and tracing the pad of his middle finger around and over it, until Youngwoo’s sighs turn to soft moans, and then she suddenly demands he move, now.
“Alright,” he chuckles. “Should’ve known you’d be bossy in the bedroom.”
“Am I?” She blinks as he eases his hips out, then back into her again. She gasps, lashes fluttering.
“You’re perfect. I’m teasing you, love.”
“Oh.” She forces a smile, and then quickly forgets it on the next thrust, which he grants her a little harder than the last, pressing deeper and delighting in the way she arches, sighing.
He didn’t think Youngwoo could get any more beautiful to him, but seeing her spread out beneath him, dark hair fanned around her head on the pillow, one hand clutching it beside her head and the other resting on his chest, little nails digging in, he has to admit he was wrong. Her skin is flushed all the way down to her chest, and her dark eyes shine in the low light of his bedside lamp as gasps and sounds escape her open mouth.
He shifts to using his thumb on her clit instead, moving a little quicker, and she clenches around him again and his hand slips from her all together, eyes rolling back as his hips give a jerk of their own accord that makes her squeak. Gods, one day, when she’s confident with this and she wants it, he’ll pin her down and fuck her so hard they both see stars. One hand in her hair, her screams of pleasure sounding out in the room… the image makes his hips jerk into her again, and Youngwoo’s hand slips from it’s place on his chest, flails about a little in the air beside them for a moment, before it settles - fuck - right on his backside. His muscles tense against the touch and her nails dig in - he isn’t even certain it had been a conscious decision, to grab his butt like this, but she uses it to urge him deeper faster, feeling like she’s almost pulling him further into her.
It’s incredible, it’s perfect - and maybe that wild, rough sex he’s imaginig isn’t even that far in their future - and everything about this moment and her is perfect and oh fuck he can’t hold on.
He comes before he’d even realised he was getting that close, hips pumping and jerking, gasping her name, his eyes wide as he gives a final jolt and spills inside the condom buried deep within her.
Junho squeezes his eyes shut. He… really hadn’t meant to do that.
“I’m sorry,” he manages to gasp before he’s even regained his breath. He pulls out of her, pushing himself up onto his knees, and discarding the condom with shaking hands, tossing it to the bin beside his bed. He runs a hand through his hair, panting. “Sorry,” he repeats.
“Why are you apologising?” Youngwoo asks, looking flushed but puzzled. “The goal of intercourse is ejaculation. She nods towards the discarded condom. “I think we achieved it.”
He huffs out a laugh, crawling forward to lay collapsed on her chest. “Well yes, I did, but you didn’t.”
“…Ah.”
“Just give me,” he pants, “a second.”
“A second?”
He takes another breath, and another. Listens to the racing of Youngwoo’s heart. Screw it, if he couldn’t breathe, he’d die making her come. He slides downwards, settling so his face is between her legs, and Youngwoo’s eyes widen and her hands flail as she scrambles to sit up. He pins her hips with his own hands, and ducks his head, and licks a long line up from her entrance to her clit. She cries out.
“Lie still for me now, there’s a good girl,” he speaks against her, mouth so close to her burning wet core he knows she’ll feel his breath and the rumble of his voice on her flesh. The tension dissipates from beneath his hands, and she flops back onto the bed. Grinning, his tongue darts out, and he flicks it over her clit, letting it wiggle there a moment until she’s releasing sounds with every breath, then licking his way back down to her entrance. She’s slick, hot and soft, the skin here spongy and pliable from his cock, and it gives easily when he pushes against it, his tongue slipping a little way inside of her.
“Aahh… Jun - Junho!” She squeaks. He glances up to see her eyes squeezed shut, one hand still clutching the pillow, the other in the bedsheets beside her.
He circles her entrance, then laps his way back up to her clit, then he opens his mouth over her and kisses her there as deeply as he would her mouth. The hand flies from the sheets to his hair, and grips it so tightly it makes his eyes water, but there’s nothing in the world that could make him stop as he switches to quick, thorough laps of her clit until her thighs are shaking. He hears her murmuring, quick and fast, looks up to see her lips moving, and when he tunes into what she’s saying she seems to be quickly reciting species of whale, brow creased in concentration. He smiles against her, rolling his eyes fondly and leaving her to it, privately quite proud that he had her so worked up she was having to try and keep herself grounded.
He breathes fast through his nose - he’s still short of breath and if he suffocates like this what a way to go it would be. When he slips a hand beneath his chin, and eases two fingers inside of her as his tongue works furiously at her clit she keens, her back arching, legs lifting, feet landing on his shoulders, her heels digging in and her hand in his hair and Junho never wants this moment to end.
She comes with a cry and a gush of wetness around his fingers, dripping out and sliding over his hand as his tongue laps at her patiently until all of her shaking has stopped, and she pushes at him, spent.
She’s still twitching as he lays panting between her legs, and Junho grins up at her, and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand. She stares back down, eyes wide.
“That… wow,” is all she seems to be able to come up with, and he grins again, and crawls up over her to press a kiss to her lips. He means to only drop a quick peck there, but she clutches at him, keeping him pulled to her and kissing him long and slow, moaning quietly and contentedly into his mouth. When he pulls back and collapses to his back beside her, both of them sigh simultaneously.
He turns his head. “Was that okay?”
“Yes.” There’s a pause. “Was it… okay for you too?”
He smiles at her. “It was perfect.”
She falls quiet, and he can tell she’s thinking. He lets her work out what to say. “I think…” she finally says, “I’d like to do it again.”
Junho’s eyes nearly bulge out their sockets. “Now!?”
“No. Don’t be ridiculous. Another day.”
“Oh.” He relaxes at that, chuckling again, and leans over to press a kiss to her cheek. “Whenever you wish, love.”
They fall silent again, and he pauses, waiting, knowing it coming.
“Intercourse in whales, particularly blue whales has never really been documented, but whales need to breathe air every three to fifteen minutes so it’s unlikely it would ever last longer than a few minutes at most.”
Yep. There it was. He grins at the ceiling. “Is that so?”
“Yes. And the penis of a blue whale is between eight and teen feet long, and a foot in diameter.” Junho turns his head on the pillow to stare at her at that.
“Wha - really!? Eight to ten feet!?”
“Yes. Taking into account the size of a blue whale, it really isn’t surprising. But sometimes they’re know to wave their penises above the surface of the water, and it’s quite probably that it’s where the myths of krakens and other like sea-monsters come from.”
“Seriously?” He props himself up on a forearm. “That’s crazy.”
“I know.” Her eyes light up. “If you want, I can show you some videos I’ve seen on youtube of it happening - it really does look like some kind of monster.”
“I’d love that,” he smiles. Youngwoo throws back the duvet and leaps out of bed. “Wai - you mean right now?”
“Ah…” she glances round, nearly completely starkers and clearly at a brief loss, before she spots his shirt lying at the foot of the bed and grabs it, throwing it on and scampering off to retrieve her phone. She’s half buttoned it by the time she returns, and Junho gets only a brief few seconds to appreciate how it looks on her, short bob tousled, cheeks flushed, his huge shirt coming down to mid thigh, before she leaps back onto the bed and settles up against the pillows next to him.
“Here!” She’s got her phone open, scrolling for what she wants, and Junho pulls himself up to sit next to her, unable to wipe the silly smile from his face as he drapes an arm around her and leans in so they can watch on her phone together. “Ah, this is a good one.” She settles against him, holding the phone so they can both see, and Junho turns and presses a kiss to the top of her hair, and cannot remember the last time he felt so content.
She gives him a running commentary throughout the video, and he has to admit, it’s actually quite fascinating. He turns his face into her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo, and cannot resist pressing another kiss to the top of it.
“I love you,” he says.
She nods. “I know,” she replies. “Look! Watch this bit. - Oh, I love you too,” she adds, and his heart swells.
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