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Seonghwa gasps, slightly winded as she’s shoved against the kitchen side. San presses against her, grinding hard and she moans. She can’t say she didn’t do this exactly for this - wearing a little maid dress as she cleaned the kitchen, waiting for her partner to get home and do, well, this. San bites down hard where her shoulder and neck meets and all she can do is shiver, gasping. “S…San.”
“You’re so fucking hot.”
“Mm, I thought you’d appreciate it.”
San’s hand curls around her thigh, squeezing tight. His nails dig into the soft flesh and Seonghwa whines. “San, please.”
He doesn’t hesitate to raise his hand, groaning into her ear as he finds she isn’t wearing underwear. He presses his fingers upwards, brushing through her folds and flicking her clitoris, marvelling at the way her entire body shudders. “San, please .”
San wonders what he’s going to do for a moment. He wants to hike the skirt of the maid's dress up, bend her over and screw her into oblivion… but he can do that later. He turns her around, hands tight on her hips and kisses her, helping her shift onto the kitchen side. She raises an eyebrow, unsure what he’s doing before suddenly, he drops to his knees.
Seonghwa can only moan, letting San pull her legs apart and she grips the side. The first lick takes her by surprise; it’s quick, barely there, San just getting a taste. Then, he spreads her, a finger sinking into her and lips wrapping around her clit. Seonghwa gasps, hips jerking forward slightly. San’s finger twists gently, adding a second finger before groaning. “You’re so fucking wet, Hwa-noona.”
“Only for you, San- ah. ” Seonghwa is cut off, San sucking hard, her thighs starting to shake.
San pulls back, scissoring his fingers, spreading her open to press his tongue into her, flexing the muscle to taste as much of her as he can. Her hips fuck forward and San reaches up, pinching her clit with his spare hand. She whines, choking on her own noises and San presses his tongue as deep as he can. He can feel how hot she is, how desperate she’s getting and he rolls her clit in his fingers.
Her hand fists in his hair, pressing him closer to her and he lets her. She gets even wetter, hotter , and San can only appreciate the tastes running over his tongue. He opens his eyes, looking up to make eye contact and his cock jumps in his pants. She’s staring at him, eyes blown, panting, staring at him, her free hand playing with one of her nipples.
San really might just come in his pants.
Her breathing hitches as he pulls back, pressing three fingers into her, tongue working on lapping hard on her clit. It barely takes any time - three trusts of his fingers, two more tweaks of her clit and she cums, yelling San’s name.
He takes his time, lapping through her folds, holding her in place as she twitches, whining as she becomes over sensitive, hips jerking of their own accord. He doesn’t waste any of it, ensuring he has every last drop of her before he kisses her thigh. “Now… Can I fuck you into oblivion, fill you up?”
Seonghwa nods, weakly, laughing and wrapping a leg around his waist. San smiles, sucking on her neck. She moans, nails dragging down San’s back and he sighs, blissful. He’s going to take his time with Seonghwa tonight, ravage her and ruin her, to the point she can’t stand to cook and they order take out. When they finish eating, he’ll eat her again until the merest touch makes her orgasm.
He doesn’t deserve Seonghwa but he’ll make sure she knows how appreciative he is of her very existence.