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The penthouse glimmers with Christmas warmth. Fairy lights shimmer against tall glass windows, the city skyline glittering beyond. Guests chatter over mulled wine, Sinatra croons from the record player, and the scent of pine needles mingles with cinnamon.
Lee Suni hadn't wanted to come. Her friend insisted, promising "just a cozy little gathering." Suni hadn't known he would be here. Seven months of silence, seven months of pretending she didn't miss the way his smile tilted like a secret.
And then she sees him.
Kim Taehyung is leaning against the fireplace, drink in hand, the amber glow painting his jawline sharper than memory. Laughter and carols fill the space, but for them, the world seems to stop the moment their eyes meet across the crowded living room.
Suni's breath stumbles. He looks devastatingly familiar, yet sharper somehow - like time has carved him into something even more irresistible. His dark suit fits him perfectly, his tight button up threatens to pop the buttons as they stretch across his chest, and the twinkle lights reflect in his eyes as though they've been strung there just for her.
He freezes mid-sip of his drink, the sight of her hitting him harder than any spiked eggnog. His grin is slow, deliberate, like he's been waiting for this moment. He gives her the elevator eyes, noticing how her red sweater dress hugs her curves like it's been knitted just for temptation, and how she averts her stare.
Then she turns toward the bar, hoping to disappear into the crowd, but he's already there, sliding beside her with the ease of old habit.
"You look... pretty," Tae says, voice dipped in velvet, eyes lingering on her like he's unwrapping a gift. "That red dress is dangerous."
Suni's lips twitch, betraying a smile. She might as well be mature about this and not avoid him the whole night. "You look pretty too."
"Guess fate decided to deck the halls with awkward reunions," he says.
She purses her lips, tilting her head. "Or maybe fate just likes mistletoe mischief."
The banter hangs between them, warm and sharp. He leans closer, lowering his voice. "You always did have a way of melting the ice."
"And you always knew how to pile on the snow," she counters, as her eyes rake over his tall, bulked up, muscular frame.
The record spins, the lyrics echoing their dance. She feigns impatience, shifting her weight, but her pulse betrays her. Throwing her head back to finish her shot of soju, she winces at the burn then continues.
"Of all the Christmas parties, in all the towns, in all the world, I can't believe Leejung brought me to this one," with a shake of her head.
"Call it... a Christmas miracle," he says, pouring her another drink.
"Miracles are rare," she murmurs. "Besides, I don't want to end up tangled in tinsel again," she adds, though she doesn't move.
He smirks, mischievous. "You say that like it's a bad thing."
Her laugh escapes, soft and reluctant. "You haven't changed, Taehyung."
"Neither have you, Suni," he replies, gaze steady. "Still the brightest star on the tree."
She rolls her eyes, cheeks warming. "Flattery won't get you on the nice list."
"Good thing I've always preferred the naughty one." His words hang, playful, daring.
This time she does move and lets his racy comment linger in the air.
She slips away, weaving through the crowd like a shadow. She tells herself she's here for her friend, not for him. She hangs out near the kitchen, chatting with strangers, laughing too brightly at jokes she barely hears. Every time she senses his stare, she pivots, finding another group, another distraction. Her heart beats faster when she catches him across the room, leaning casually against the wall, eyes following her like a secret she doesn't want uncovered.
The party swells, then softens. Guests drift toward the balcony, toward the bar, toward each other. Her friend squeals with delight when a tall man whispers something in her ear. Within minutes, she is gone, hand in hand with him, leaving the penthouse to its dwindling crowd.
Suni notices, but shrugs it off. Leejung always disappears when romance calls. Still, the absence leaves her untethered.
The next hour stretches. The chatter thins. Coats are gathered, kisses exchanged, promises of "let's do this again" tossed into the air. One by one, the guests slip into the snowy night.
Suni decides it's time. She gathers her scarf and winter beret, drapes her coat over her arm, and heads for the door. The penthouse feels quieter now, the fire crackling in the hush.
And then she realizes.
She's alone.
Alone with Tae.
The realization lands heavy, like the final note of a song. She turns, scanning the room, expecting to see Leejung or Bada Lee, the hostess, reappear, expecting someone else to linger. Her cheeks warm when he's already looking her way, leaning against the sofa, drink abandoned, eyes steady.
The storm outside rattles the windows, snow swirling like confetti. Inside, the silence hums with something warmer, sharper, sweeter.
Her hand tightens on the doorknob. His voice breaks the quiet, soft but certain, echoing the tension that's been building all night.
"Leaving already?"
Her fingers fumble with her coat as she pulls it over her petite frame along with her scarf and beret, though she doesn't seem in any hurry. "I should," she murmurs with a sideways glance on him, on the way the room feels like it's holding its breath.
"You're really going to face that blizzard?" His voice is teasing, but his eyes betray a flicker of concern. He steps closer, slow, deliberate, the floor creaking under his weight. "Stay with me tonight."
The scarf slips from her shoulder, and he catches it, looping it gently back around her neck. His knuckles brush her jaw, just for a moment, just enough to spark a shiver that has nothing to do with the cold.
She laughs, soft and nervous, tugging the scarf tighter as if it's armor. "Taehyung, you're impossible."
"And you're freezing," he counters. His hand hovers near hers, not quite touching, daring her to close the distance.
She glances at the door, then back at him. "If I stay, people will talk."
"Let them," he says. "It's Christmas - everyone loves a comeback story."
Comeback? What was he insinuating?
The penthouse is hushed, the record spinning its final notes. She frowns, scanning the room. "Where's Bada? She was hosting, wasn't she?"
He smiles, slow and knowing, the firelight catching the curve of his mouth. "Left with Goff. She thought we needed some time alone. Said to think of it as... a Christmas gift."
Her breath catches, the weight of the moment pressing in. The city glitters beyond the glass, the storm rages outside, and here, in the quiet glow of the penthouse, the question lingers - will they, or won't they?
Should they?
Seven months apart, and yet the air between them feels charged, alive.
Suni breaks the silence first, voice low but steady. "I really can't stay..."
Tae's grin is equal parts nervous and mischievous. "But baby, it's cold outside."
Her fingers grip the doorknob, though she doesn't turn it. "I've got to go away..."
"But baby it's cold outside."
"This evening has been so very nice."
He takes her small hand in his large one, thumb caressing her knuckles gently. His warmth seeps into her veins. "I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice."
She huffs, releasing her hand from his and her other hand from the door. She's hyperaware of how she's blushing. "My mother will start to worry."
"Beautiful, what's your hurry?" His words hover, teasing, but his eyes betray something deeper.
She laughs, cheeks warming. "My father will be pacing the floor..."
He leans in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Listen to the fireplace roar."
The fire pops, sending sparks upward. She exhales, torn between duty and desire. "So really, I'd better scurry."
He chuckles, his fingers toying with her scarf, twisting it and tugging it playfully. "Beautiful, please don't hurry."
His voice is like honey, daring her to stay. Her eyes dart to the door, then back to him. She was never good at resisting the charms of Kim Taehyung. Yet it was her idea to break up after years of pressure from the companies and the K-pop world. The corners of her lips turn upwards, betraying her resolve.
"Well... maybe just a half a drink more."
His eyes light up, triumphant. "Put some records on while I pour."
Suni moves to the cabinet, sliding a vinyl from its sleeve. The needle drops, and a jazz melody fills the room, sultry and slow. He pours another drink, the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg curling through the air.
She takes the glass, fingers brushing his. "The neighbors might think..."
He raises his brows and gestures toward the window, where snow swirls like a pillow fight. "Baby, it's bad out there."
She sips, warmth spreading through her chest. "Say, what's in this drink?"
He smirks. "No cabs to be had out there."
Her voice is soft, almost apologetic, though her feet don't move. "I wish I knew how..."
"Your eyes are like starlight now," he interrupts, gazing into her soul with his dark chocolate eyes.
"... to break this spell."
He tilts his head, grin widening, helping her remove her scarf and beret. "I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell."
"I ought to say no, no, no, sir..."
"Mind if I move in closer?"
Her breath catches, the space between them shrinking. "At least I'm gonna say that I tried..."
"What's the sense in hurting my pride?"
The sleet pelts the windows, but inside, the air hums with heat. She sets her glass down, coat slipping from her shoulders.
"My sister will be suspicious."
He whispers, lips hovering near her ear. "Gosh, your lips look delicious."
Before she can reply, he closes the space between them. His hand brushes her jaw, gentle, tentative, and then his mouth finds hers. She immediately feels a spark, the same spark she felt the first time he kissed her at the end of the very first date they had.
The kiss is soft at first, hesitant, like rediscovering something fragile. But then it deepens, warm and certain, carrying the sweetness of reunion - the taste of seven months apart, the ache of longing, the relief of finding each other again.
Her fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer, her heart pounding like sleigh bells. She pushes herself to him a little, relaxing against his lips and letting herself enjoy the feeling again.
The fire crackles behind them, sparks rising as if to celebrate. The storm outside howls, but in the penthouse, the world narrows to two people rediscovering what they'd lost.
Tae pulls back just enough to whisper against her lips, breath mingling with hers. "Gosh, your lips are delicious."
Suni is in a trance. Her voice trembles, half-surrender, half-tease. "I gotta get home..."
"But baby, you'd freeze out there," he plays along.
"Say, lend me a coat."
He brushes a strand of hair from her face, fingers grazing her jaw. "It's up to your knees out there."
"You've really been grand."
"I thrill when you touch my hand."
He reaches for her hand, spinning her suddenly, pulling her into a dance. The record croons, jazz filling the silence, and she laughs, surprised, as he twirls her across the rug. They sway together, bodies pressed close, the warmth of him seeping through her dress. His hand rests at the small of her back, pulling her nearer, and she can't help but lean into him.
Her lips part, the silence heavy with longing. "But don't you see..."
"How can you do this thing to me?" His words hover, playful but aching.
"There's bound to be talk tomorrow."
"Think of my lifelong sorrow..."
"At least there will be plenty implied."
"... if you caught pneumonia and died," he jokes.
She giggles. And it's the laughter that makes her realize even though he's her ex, she still likes remembering how he made her feel.
Coy but warm, she repeats, "I really can't stay..."
"Get over that old doubt."
Then together, softly, almost like a secret desire for connection and love...
🎵Baby, it's cold outside...🎶
The dance slows into a sway, their bodies brushing, lingering. Her head tips toward his chest, his hand firm at her back. The music hums, their bodies warm, and the silence between lyrics is filled with longing.
Suni pulls back just enough to whisper, breathless, "You're very pushy, you know."
He smirks, eyes dark with desire. "I see it as opportunistic."
With her best smoldering eyes, she lets out a low coo and confesses, "Well, you're very convincing, Tae-tae," using his favorite term of endearment.
That's all it takes. Their kiss comes like surrender - hungry, tender, inevitable. He wraps his arms entirely around her, pulling her gently toward him then sinking his head into her shoulders. It's so intimate, so real, so powerful. The firelight flickers across their faces as she finally lets herself sink into the warmth of him.
"Funny thing about winter," he says, lips curving into a boxy smile when he releases her, "it always makes you want to come back inside."
Her laugh escapes. "You always did have a way of making the cold sound inviting."
His forehead presses to hers. "Maybe because I know how to keep the hearth burning."
"And maybe I've missed the fire more than I want to admit."
The silence stretches, electrifying. He gives her a once over with his dark eyes, as if he can't believe she's really in front of him again.
"You know, Suni," he murmurs, "we could start fresh. Build something sturdier this time. Like... gingerbread walls that don't crumble."
Her lips twitch, fighting a smile. "And candy‑cane promises that don't break?"
"Exactly," he says. "A house that lasts through every storm."
She studies him, eyes softening. "You're talking about more than gingerbread."
He leans in, whispering near her ear. "And you're hearing more than candy canes."
Her breath hitches, the message clear between the lines. They still love each other. They still want a future. Their mouths crash together again, deeper, more certain. His hands slide down her back, hers tangle in his hair, and the world around them blurs into nothing but heat and memory, the unspoken promise lingers... this time, they'll stay.
When they finally break apart, her cheeks flush and Suni teases, "Careful," her lips brushing his ear, "you're jingling my bells."
Tae chuckles, tightening his arms around her waist. "And you're lighting up my tree."
The heat between them is undeniable, the kind that makes the room feel ten degrees warmer. Their laughter eases into seductive stares, their bodies moving in sync to the music like they've never stopped knowing each other. He closes the gap between them, brushing his lips against hers in a kiss that tastes of mulled wine and memory.
Suni pulls back, her eyes glittering like ornaments catching firelight. A mischievous smile tugs at her lips. "You know," she whispers, fingers trailing down his chest, "I didn't come here expecting to unwrap any presents tonight... but now I'm tempted."
His breath hitches, the heat in his gaze unmistakable. "Well," he murmurs, dipping his head to nibble at her ear. "As soon as you walked in the door I couldn't not think about unwrapping something."
She laughs softly, tugging at his tie like it's a ribbon on a gift. "Oh good. You've always been my favorite stocking stuffer."
The innuendo hangs between them, delicious and daring. His grin is wicked, his hands slipping down her tight sweater dress, the one that has been tempting him all night, how it hugs her plump ass.
"You want me to stuff your stocking?" he asks, grabbing handfuls of said ass.
Her eyes widen before she rolls them, giggling, but her voice drops to a husky whisper. "You are so breathtaking I want you to make my silent night anything but."
Before they could come up with any more Xmas puns, he pulls her face in, his lips crashing passionately against hers. The kiss deepens as she returns it, angling into him. The feel of his body pressed close to hers is beyond exciting, and her heart races, her nose full of his woodsy fragrance.
"I missed you," Suni says against the corner of his mouth. Her smile breaks free when he pulls back, earning a boxy smile in return.
"I missed you, too." Tae presses a quick peck to her lips. "Every single day." He hesitates before resuming the make out session.
She knits her eyebrows in concern. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah. I just... I just don't want you think we have to do anything tonight. I wanna get back together but we can wai-"
"Baby, it's cold outside," she interrupts. "And I want you to warm me up inside," she adds with eyes bright.
They share a laugh then he pushes her against the nearest wall before kissing her again, feeling her intake of breath as he draws her bottom lip between his teeth. "This is the bestest Christmas present ever," he says and she hums in agreement.
Their moans bounce around the penthouse as his hands rub her back before desperately groping her ass and pulling her forward so her crotch molds against his massive erection. "Feel that?" he mutters against her lips, his breath hot. "That's how hard you make me."
"Ooh... yes," she breathes out, her core throbbing at the way he rolls his lower half into her center.
He's unable to help himself... lost in her kiss, lost in her flavor, lost in her touch that he's been yearning for. He tugs the top of her sweater dress down from her shoulders roughly, never breaking contact with her lips.
She returns the favor, loosening his tie, untucking his dress shirt from his dress pants, the very ones that were tempting her all night, how they're tight and outline his taut, peachy ass. She gives them a squeeze before her hands are in his hair massaging his head, the feeling of him against her skin after so many long months making her dizzy.
One of his hands explores her newly exposed lacy black bra, tracing the outline of the material with one of his long fingers, making her close her eyes from the smooth sensation. He inhales sharply, eyes watching her breasts bounce over the tops of the cups as she breathes raggedly.
She can feel his touch trail along her goose-pimply skin, his fingers fiddling with the clasp between her shoulder blades. He gives her a panty-melting kiss as her bra is unhooked and removed, falling to the living room floor. Her breath hitches when her boobs are freed and he directly cups one in his large hand.
The other joins in and they are amazing as he squeezes her, her nipples trapped between his fingers as he massages her tits, pushing them up attractively. Bending down, he takes her pink nipple in his mouth and sucks it, his tongue flicking and circling around it as he kneads her flesh.
With a slight gasp, she moans his name as his teeth gently close around a perky bud, sending a delicious shiver throughout her entire body. Her clit throbs hard, and she knows from the warm sensation between her legs that she's wet. She raises her leg, wanting to relieve the ache and finds his thigh pressed firmly against her center. Craving to satisfy her wanton needs, she allows herself to grind a little against it. The twinge between her thighs growing unbearable.
"You're so gorgeous, baby girl." He trails kisses up her collarbone, up the supple column of her neck, his little whispers fanning against her skin. "So beautiful... and now you're mine again."
The idea of him claiming her as his own once more pulls a moan from her, as does the way he bites just below her ear. He chuckles before giving a kiss to the little bite mark, his thumbs pressing into her hips.
"Yours," she mewls.
If Suni had to be honest, she was always his, and she tells him as much. "My mind..." her hand cups the back of his head to bring him closer for a sweet kiss on his upper lip, right on his cupid's bow "My heart..." she gives him a peck on his lower lip "And soul..." she finishes with a full smooch on his pink, kiss-bitten lips. "All yours."
"These perfect tits, are these mine?" Tae makes his question known by lightly pinching her teats.
Her eyes flutter. "Yes," she pants, hands curling into the lapels of his dress shirt.
The hem of her dress is pushed up, past her waist, and her underwear is yanked down. "This pretty pussy, this mine?"
Moans fly past her lips when his hands move to her butt cheeks and he lightly spreads her. She whimpers as he reaches her neediest region, his long fingers swiping some of her slick from her dripping clit. Using it to lube her pussy, he rubs her deliciously, back and forth, sliding along continuously.
"Yours, babe."
"That's right," he growls.
His fingers withdraw from her moisture and she nearly whines. But she barely has time to process the loss before he's dropped to his knees in front of her. Leaning back, he starts to unbutton his shirt. Feeling flustered, she watches every single movement. The way his fingers uncover more of his military bod. His chest, pectoral muscles firm and swollen. She imagines how she could use them as pillows. His abdomen is tight, cut and so solid. The shirt is finally shed and he tosses it behind him, her gaze clinging to his huge arms and tiny waist.
Tae pauses, looking up at her with lustful eyes. "This okay?" as his hands slide up her milky thighs.
Suni nods, still mesmerized by the ridiculous proportions of his new physique. She reaches down and grasps the sides of her dress, pulling it over her head, leaving her completely naked, propping herself up against the wall. "I wanna watch you," she murmurs.
"Whatever you want, sugar," his voice a low rumble. He edges forward again, and she holds her breath in anticipation. "Open up for me."
She complies hastily, bending her knee and raising her leg. He brings his shoulder up so that the back of her leg is resting on him. She stands there, half-supported by him, her core completely spread. Now settled between her legs, he has the kind of focus that makes her whole body shiver. His hands grip her, dragging his mouth up her inner thigh - closer, closer - until he pulls back, staring at her slick folds.
"Damn," he mutters, his voice rough, wrecked. "Look at you. So wet, so pretty. All this for me?"
Before she can respond, he spreads her open, his eyes glued to her soaked pussy. He licks his lips, shameless and filthy. Pushing his face to her heat, he breathes her in like the most wonderful fragrance in the world. With closed eyes, he gives a broad lick to her entrance and she groans loudly in response.
Wanting to hear that wonderful sound again, he presses his mouth to the bead of her clit, making her squirm. She nearly faints, the fullness of his lips cushioning the bundle of nerves completely.
"I've been dying to do this again," he whispers, his eyes flicking up to lock on hers. "To bury my face in your pussy until you're shaking."
She whimpers, heat burning through her chest. His tongue drags a slow, deliberate stripe up her slit, from dripping hole to swollen clit. Her back arches off the wall, a sharp cry ripping from her throat.
"Yeah," he groans. "Still tastes so sweet."
He dives back in immediately, licking broad and messy, moaning against her like he can't get enough. His tongue laps greedily, gathering every drop before swirling it around her clit, flicking rapid strokes that has her gasping.
"Tae please..." she whines, grinding her hips for more friction, and finding it in the bump of his prominent nose against her pearly tip.
"Sorry, baby girl, I got distracted by how good you taste," he purrs. "You waiting for this?"
Knowing exactly how she likes him to eat her out, his wet muscle finally stabs into her, making her moan at the top of her lungs. "Tae!"
"That's it, baby," he mutters between thrusts of his tongue, his voice muffled against her. "Say my name. Say it while I eat this perfect pussy."
He sucks her clit, making it difficult to do just that. The sight of him on his knees, face buried in her pussy, is the hottest thing Suni has ever seen. Lost in ecstasy, grinding against his face, bracing herself against the wall, both hands pressed flat, her lips part but she's barely able to speak as she feels her orgasm fast approaching.
"Shit... Tae, you're so good at this. I'm, I'm gonna..."
He groans in response. One hand leaves her thigh to play with her clit, rolling and pinching it between his slender fingers. Then he pulls away, staring up at her with hooded eyes.
"Yeah... cum on my tongue. I wanna taste you when you come apart," he growls, and she swears in response.
His lips work faster and he begins prodding his tongue into her sopping hole again as she ruts against his face, hips bucking wildly, seeking her release. He feels her tighten around him, sucking and drinking as much of her wetness as his mouth can allow.
"That's it," he praises, his grip on her thighs tightening. "Ride my face, baby. Use me."
The sensations are overpowering, the pleasure engulfing her, the memories of being together flooding her. She knows this is all him. The way he touches her, the way he loves her, the way he's obsessed with her. And now the way he ravishes her pussy like it's a Christmas dessert.
Her fingers tangle in his hair, tugging hard as her hips jerk into his mouth. He groans at the pull, his tongue pressing deeper, thrusting into her while his nose grinds against her clit. The vibration of his sound and the squelching of her juices, has pleasure outpouring from every pore, until finally she bursts.
"Tae!" she sobs as her orgasm hits her, rewarding him with a gush of arousal into his waiting mouth. Cumming on his tongue just like he requested.
He keeps eating her through it, swallowing every bit of her release hungrily, savoring the taste of her coming undone for him. Her walls clench around him, clit pulsating in his mouth as her legs buckle. Tidal waves roll over her as he bears her weight, his free hand holding her up against the wall.
Eventually, Suni stops shaking, coming down from her high. Tae continues to lave at her pussy, licking her clean. "Mmm... you taste so good. I could do this all night."
After a moment, she pushes his head away gently, releasing her grip on his hair. Letting her leg drop from his shoulder, he stands and wraps his arms around her waist.
"Thank you." Looking up at him, she can't help but blush at the remnants of her arousal all over his chin. "You were always good at licking my candy cane," she drawls, swiping a thumb across his mouth.
He kisses her, slower and softer this time, the taste of her release still on his lips. "That was so hot. You were dripping down my throat."
The image keeps the embers alive in her core and she feels his cock pushing against her as they embrace. Even in the afterglow of her orgasm, she isn't satiated. She needs to feel him inside her. Now.
Seemingly, he can read her mind. As he undoes his belt slowly, dragging it through his belt loops and letting it fall to the floor with a loud thud, she watches with bated breath. His eyes also never leave hers as he expertly pops the button on his dress pants, tugging the zipper down agonizingly slowly so his garment can join his belt.
"We're not done yet, sugar." Tae smirks as he grabs the bulge of his boxer briefs for emphasis, palming himself a little to relieve some of the pressure. It earns a soft gasp as Suni's eyes bulge from the prominent outline of his still erect dick. "On the couch."
Feeling bratty, she shakes her head, immediately sliding onto the floor in front of him on her knees.
"Oh? Disobeying me?" He smiles fondly at the way she sits stubbornly, hands on her knees and jaw slack. "Being naughty for Santa?" he asks, running his thumb over her mouth. "How bad do you want my cock in your mouth?"
"So badly," she whines.
"Good girl," he praises, stroking her hair as he drinks in the view of her below him. She looks up at him with big cat-like eyes as he pushes her mouth against him. "You know what to do."
Feeling the outline of his cock through the material, she whimpers at how hungry she is for it, so desperate to please. Leaning forward, palms braced on his massive quads, she pokes her tongue out past her lips to press against the cotton of his briefs, right above the tiny little wet patch he's made with drops of pre-cum escaping his head.
His jaw ticks. "Take it out."
Suni does what he says, tugging his boxer briefs down to his ankles before he steps out of them, finally coming face to face with his length, stood to attention in front of her. She can't look away from it, angry veins and leaking tip. So inviting she can practically already taste him. Her mouth goes dry. The proof that he is well endowed as ever is a sight for sore eyes.
"Tae... your stocking is well hung."
"Yeah? Then don't tease, baby girl. Suck me off," he commands, pushing her hair out of her face.
Instead, she looks up at him with a pout. "It's been so long," she coos, hoping he'll play along. "Show me how."
He runs a palm over her head, his nostrils flaring, his knees almost buckling from her adorable innocence. But he stands firm, giving in to her request.
"Okay, baby. First, get it wet." He laces his fingers in her hair, gripping onto it at the roots just enough to guide her head.
Her eyes shoot to his, and she's a squirming mess, just turned on as he is. "Do you want me to spit on it? Lick it?"
"I don't care. Just get it wet for me, sugar," he responds through gritted teeth.
Immediately she surges forward and uses the tip of her tongue to lick a path over the slit, cleaning up the bead of pre-cum. "Like this?"
"Mmm," he hums in approval, watching her intently, his entire body vibrating. "Just like that." His words spur her on as she grips his shaft with one hand and licks a line from root to tip. "Yes," he hisses. "I've missed your mouth so much."
She attempts to make it worth his wait as she looks up at him, fluttering her lashes over half-lidded eyes, and rounding her lips to suck him in. Head bobbing, she strokes her tongue in tandem with her lips enveloping his head, and he hits the back of her throat, making her let out a muffled cry.
Tae stills, about to apologize that he couldn't help himself any longer, then thrusts his hips forward with such force she almost chokes. But, honestly, she loves it. How rough he can be with her, knowing he'll still take care of her.
Suni keeps him there, swallowing around the tip until her eyes are forced closed with tears gathering at the corners, her throat constricting on his cock. He groans aloud, throwing his head back when she wraps her lips around him and hallows her cheeks. He pulls in and out, over and over, dragging his length back and forth and letting himself feel every pulse of her tongue and every suction of her mouth.
"You take it so well, baby. Missed my cock this much?" he asks, although he knows she can't answer with her mouth stuffed.
Instead she responds by stroking his dick with her fist, turning her hand to create friction. Then she adds her mouth, sucking him deep, noticing how his entire abdomen constricts when she uses her lips so she keeps doing that. Her other hand reaches up to trace the ridges and valleys of the muscled chest she was just admiring moments ago. His breathing picks up when she flicks her tongue over the underside of his head, and then completely stops when she reaches down to cup his balls while pushing him into the back of her throat again.
"Shit." His curse is sharp as he pulls out of her. "I'm gonna come. It's been way too long." He bends down, gripping her chin. Then he licks across her lips and finishes it with a kiss. "Now get on the couch."
Faintly nodding, she makes it extra sexy by crawling over, and though she can't see his face the whole time, she knows he's drooling.
"Ugh," he groans from behind her. "I need to be inside your pussy."
She pauses mid-crawl and glances over her shoulder, getting even more turned on seeing his hard dick covered with her saliva. "Umm... I'm still on the pill. And I haven't been with anyone else since..."
"Yeah... same..." he mutters, stroking himself once with a hiss. He takes a predatory step forward, watching her watch him. "Look at you. Eyes glued to my cock like a good girl. You want this inside you, don't you?"
Heat burns through her, her thighs pressing together instinctively, before she raises one to lift herself onto the couch to show how much she wants it. But he catches her and commands, "Right here. Stay on your knees."
Suni gets the idea he wants her to prop her elbows on the couch cushion and keep her knees on the floor so she does as told. Presenting herself to him, she wiggles her ass as an invitation. Spreading her legs slightly, she gratefully feels him take position right behind her.
Looming over her, his cock brushes against her slick folds. He caresses her ass with one hand as he strokes himself with the other, aligning his tip with her entrance. He rubs himself against her moist folds, lubing his cock with her slick and pulling moans from her.
"Ngh... baby," he mutters, voice low and ruined. "You're drenched. All from my tongue."
"And giving you head," she smirks.
"And now you're ready for my cock, aren't you?"
"Yes-"
That's all she can manage to say before he pushes an inch into her, just enough to stretch her before pulling back, rubbing up against her clit again. She whines, hips lifting helplessly.
He lets her adjust then slowly pushes in another inch, fighting the urge to slam into her. "Damn, you sound so sweet when you're needy," he growls, rubbing himself against her again, slower this time. "Beg for it. Tell me you need my cock inside you."
Her face flames. She knows he loves this kind of dominant sex so the words tumble out, wrecked and desperate. "I need your cock inside me- please, babe."
His groan is guttural as his cock presses harder at her entrance. "Yeah, baby. That's what I wanted. Begging me."
Finally he's all the way in. "Tae!" she gasps, pussy spasming around his length.
Her legs tremble with delight and she moans at the feeling of his hard cock wondrously filling and stretching her. The way her walls squeeze around him blurs his vision, twinkle lights dancing when he shuts his eyes as he does his best to keep still, waiting for her to get used to his size. Once again.
"Fuuu..." he groans, as he bottoms out, completely buried deep inside her. "Tight pussy- you feel so nice and warm."
He stills, leaning over as his hands massage her supple flesh. Her breath quickens in anticipation of him moving, more, anything.
"Tae..." she whimpers.
"You okay?"
"Mm-hm... I love how you fill me up. You stuff my stocking so good," she giggles, not able to keep a straight face.
"Yeah? Cause this pussy was made for me," he whispers airily as he presses his bare chest against her back, his hands on either side of her waist.
Pulling back, he then slams back into her with a powerful thrust. He keeps up a hard rhythm, his thighs slapping against her rear end over and over. The feeling of his long, thick length sliding back and forth is mind blowing. She moans with shut eyes, hands curling into fists since she has nothing to grip on to. She doesn't even attempt to keep quiet, she knows how he likes it when she's loud during sex. He never wants her to hold back the moans that belong to him.
"Babe, you're so deep," Suni pants, feeling an overwhelming torrent of tingles building up inside. Her dainty fingers travel down to the tight space between the couch cushion and her center, circling her clit as she chases her high again. "Please, Tae, don't stop."
"Wouldn't dream of it, baby girl."
Tae wants the incredible moment to last longer too, but with the way she's sucking him in as he jackhammers into her, he knows he's not gonna last. Instead he focuses on her. Bending down, he shoos her hand away and takes over.
"C'mere," he orders, arching her neck back to place a drawn out kiss to her parted lips.
His warm mouth hovers over hers as his fingers hover above her clit. He slowly draws infinity shapes around the sensitive pearl as he gives her an over the shoulder kiss and swallows her moan.
Her neck strains from turning to the side to meet his hot mouth, but she doesn't care. His lithe fingers are simply pure magic, stroking, rubbing, dipping up and down. She's spellbound, their kisses getting sloppier as she pants and he groans against their lips.
Gasping, she falls forward and lets her arms give way beneath her, her ass perching up higher for him. "You're so big. So hard-," she breathes out, feeling her walls pulsing all around him even more.
He groans at the tightness of the cavern his cock is being pulled into. Lost in the moment, all he wants to do is let her warmth pull him in, clench and unclench around him. Let his thrusts stop and allow her to drive him to his climax. To him, she feels so amazing that he knows it's entirely possible for him to cum just from being cockwarmed by her pussy.
But he wants her to feel more pleasure and he wants to emphasize that from now on, only he can make her feel so euphoric. Keeping that in mind, he pounds into her faster and harder and out of rhythm, feeling his own high start to build.
"Yeah, that's it," he whispers, his fingers toying with her swollen clit, his cock twitching with every clench inside her. "One more for me, sugar. Want to feel you come undone while I'm still inside you."
"Then don't you dare stop!" Suni demands, eyes closing in bliss. One of her hands finds a nearby throw pillow and grips it, while the other curls around his hand pressing into the sofa, holding on tight.
"I won't. I'm not stopping until you're cumming all over me," Tae rasps, breathing in her ear.
She shudders from the heat, the touch of his lips, the filthy promise. It's been so long since she's heard him use such dirty words. It sounds so good on his tongue.
His touch is steady, careful, but relentless. Every circle against her clit draws another broken sound from her lips, her body jerking weakly underneath him. His cock shifts inside her with each movement, dragging more heat from her core.
"Perfect," he praises, his voice tender but filthy. "Under me, full of my cock, letting me play with this pretty pussy. You're being such a good girl for me."
"Oh!" she cries out, nails clenching the pillow. "C- close..." Eyes fluttering shut, the pressure ascends, climbing fast again despite how sensitive she is.
"That's it," he coaxes, his lips ghosting across her neck. "Give it to me. Cream on my cock. Let me feel it."
Her thighs tremble violently, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Penetrating into her over and over, stretching her entrance and hitting her g-spot with every rise and fall, he breathes into her ear, pulling her up so her back is pressed to his torso, twisting his hips in tight circles.
A hand drifts up her throat to angle her face to his waiting lips. She turns her cheek to face him, her eyes heavy as he works himself against the rise of her ass. "Kiss me."
Suni obeys, delivering sloppy, but firm kisses as her body wriggles and writes in his arms. She fists a hand into the back of his hair, holding his lips to hers, not caring that their teeth clash. Desperately, she needs to suck the air from his lungs as he splits her open against the couch, the painful scraping of her knees on the floor sure to give her rug burn. The liquid pleasure flowing through her veins combined with the strokes he's making against her vaginal walls has her coiled so tightly.
"Be..." Thrust "A..." Thrust "Good..." Thrust "Girl," he rasps into the hollow of her ear as he brings his lips down to her neck and she turns her head to give him more property to mark.
His hands travel to her chest, cupping her jiggling tits, and he's bouncing his hips in time with her, driving right into the front wall of her pussy. Two fingers return to the desired location between her legs and circle faster now, his grunts rough in the large, empty living room.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she chants.
With a scream of his name, she hits her end for the second time that night, blissful waves of pleasure coursing through her whole body and washing any energy she has left. Eyes squeezing shut with her head bowed, "Tae" leaves her mouth in appreciative little whispers and moans. Body shaking, thighs clenching, her vision spots, bright explosions like Christmas lights dance across her eyelids.
He picks up his pace soon after he gives her a second to float in bliss. Then her body is a full ninety degrees again, with her resting on her forearms on top of the couch cushion.
"I got a nice view of my girlfriend here." He cocks his head to one side and watches his dick disappear in and out of her with pleasure, loving how creamy her cum is on it. "So nice and wet for me..." he groans. "Gonna..."
Suni glances coyly over her shoulder, relishing the way he tosses his head back, eyes pinching shut, moans blowing from his puffy, perfect lips. "Be a good boy. Fill me up."
Not needing to be told twice, he then hooks one of her legs over the couch cushion to penetrate her deeper and snakes one palm around her abdomen to feel himself in her womb. Moaning contentedly, he ruts into her, the couch shaking from the brute force of his thrusts and her ass bouncing wildly from the sheer vigor.
"Yeah... I'll make you full of my cum. Gonna... ah, shit-"
The words that come out of his mouth aren't elegant, his mind dipped in lust and desire rendering him useless. He barely registers the loud moan of her name and when his cock is being suffocated and absolutely soaked by her walls he knows he can let go. Her pussy spasms tightly around him as he nears his release, electric shivers wracking his body, fisting the cushion next to her shuddering body to keep himself upright.
At that point, seven quick thrusts are enough for him.
"Hell yeah," he growls with each one. "So good. You're unreal."
He takes a sharp intake of breath as his eyes flutter closed. The pressure... the tightening like a screw... the twisting... the snapping. Until finally he's feeling that miraculous orgasm flow from his crotch throughout his entire being and she can feel his white hot seed deep inside her.
He exhales loudly. "Mmm... Merry Christmas to me."
"Me too," she sighs, cheek pressed to the soft cushion, totally spent in a good way.
Tae then falls on top of Suni, still reveling in pleasure as her walls ride him out just from throbbing around him. He strokes her arms and thumbs over her shoulders soothingly, relaxing the beautiful woman that is all his. She's perfect. Especially for him. And it's like they're made for each other.
They both sit up after he pulls out and they use tissues from a nearby box on the end table to clean themselves up. Then he scoops her up in his arms as he lies on the couch and places her head on his chest, with the rest of her body between his legs. He brings his arms around her stomach and pulls her in.
They don't speak for some time in their afterglow, and instead he rests his chin on her head, his fingers tracing lazy circles along her hip. While her head rests against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as she draws imaginary lines on his sculpted abs.
The room is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the Christmas tree in the corner. Tangled together on the couch, skin still warm, breaths slowing into a shared rhythm, Suni tilts her face up, lips brushing his smooth skin as she whispers, "Merry Christmas."
Her smile is tender and full of love. She thinks about how Tae's arms are her home, his scent is peace, and his heartbeat is her favorite sound. Then, softer still, "I love you."
He tightens his hold, cheeks pinkening, pressing a kiss into her hair. "Merry Christmas," he answers, voice low and rough with emotion. "I love you, too. I never stopped."
His thumb strokes her side, reverent, as though rediscovering her all over again. He thinks about how not only does he feel a connection with her, but his heart is invested in her. Forever.
"I'm so lucky you stayed tonight. And I can't wait to spend this new year with you," he murmurs, a smile growing on his lips. She feels her cheeks heat up in a blush. "Damn, I should've asked you out on a date first." He snuggles closer to her. "What are you doing this Saturday?"
Suni can't help the giggle that comes from her lips. "Going out with my boyfriend," she says, leaning her head to the side so she can give one of his chocolate-chip nipples a peck with her lips. "Can't wait for this new year, too." She looks up at him intently. "But I want things to be a bit different," she adds.
He chuckles, brushing his knuckles along her cheek. "Got it. New Year. New us. What do you have in mind?"
She grins, shifting so her leg drapes over his, pulling herself up closer. "Well, what are you thinking?"
His eyes spark with a playful challenge. "On the count of three, let's each say our thing. One, two, three..."
At the same time, he blurts, "Come out as a couple," while she says, "Get married."
They freeze, then burst into laughter, the sound filling the quiet room. She presses her forehead against his shoulder, giggling, while he cups her face and kisses her nose.
"Guess we both want the same thing," Tae says, brushing his lips over hers, lingering.
"Both," Suni agrees, her hand sliding up his chest, fingers curling at the nape of his neck. "Let's do both."
Their laughter fades into kisses, slow and hungry, the kind that taste of promises and futures. His hand roams her back, hers tangles in his hair, and the warmth between them is more than physical - it's the undeniable proof that after everything, they still choose each other.
The tree lights flicker, casting them in gold and green, and for a moment the world outside doesn't exist. It's just them, wrapped in love, in laughter, in their post-coital bliss, and the thrill of a new year waiting to be claimed together.
THE END