♡⊹₊˚ Evnne when you squirt for the first time₊˚⊹♡
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, oral sex, fingering, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, dominant/submissive dynamics, possessive language, praise, mild degradation, power play, post-orgasm play.
Keita had you laid out under him, your legs spread wide and shaking as he drilled into you with deep, relentless strokes. His grip on your thighs was firm, thumbs digging into your skin like he was holding himself back from completely losing it. The way his hips met yours again and again had your mind slipping, body winding tighter with every thrust.
You were close—too close.
“Keita,” you whimpered, barely able to breathe, “I—I can’t…”
And then your body gave out. A sudden rush of wetness gushed out of you, soaking his lower abdomen and dripping onto the sheets below. Your legs clamped around him instinctively, and your back arched hard as the orgasm ripped through you.
His jaw slackened as he looked down, then slowly dragged his gaze back up to meet your dazed, messy expression. “Did you just—fuck, babe… you squirted?” His voice was wrecked, something between awe and pure lust.
He pulled back just enough to see the mess glistening on his abs, then let out a low, breathless laugh. “Shit, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.”
Before you could say a word, his fingers were between your thighs, spreading your slickness, deliberately teasing your overstimulated clit. “You kept that from me?” he growled playfully. “You’ve been hiding this filthy little talent?”
You gasped, trying to pull away, but he pinned your hips down, smirking. “Oh no, baby. Now that I know you can do that…” He lined himself up again, pushing back in with one deep, slow stroke. “We’re not stopping until you do it again.”
You’d already come three times, but Hanbin wasn’t done. His face was buried between your thighs like it was the only place he ever wanted to be. His tongue moved with maddening precision, licking slow circles around your clit before sucking it into his mouth with just the right amount of pressure. He moaned against you like he was the one getting off from this.
Your legs were trembling, your fingers tangled tight in his hair, pulling at the roots. “Hanbin,” you gasped, voice cracking, “I can’t—I’m too sensitive.”
He just growled, gripping your thighs tighter, spreading them wide. “You can, baby. You will.” His tongue slid lower, teasing every inch before curling back up to your swollen clit. “I’m not stopping until you’re dripping down my chin.”
Your whole body locked up—and then it hit.
You came with a cry, the orgasm ripping through you like lightning. But this time, it wasn’t just a climax. A gush of wetness poured out of you, and you squirted hard, coating Hanbin’s face, soaking his mouth, his nose, his chest.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pulling back just enough to look up at you, his lips shiny, his face soaked. “You squirted for me, baby? You made this mess just from my tongue?”
You couldn’t speak—your thighs were still shaking, your body twitching with aftershocks. Hanbin licked his lips slowly, eyes devouring you. “You look so fucking hot like this,” he whispered, dragging his fingers through your slick and sliding two back inside you, pumping slowly. “And you’re still so wet… God, I love this pussy.”
Then he leaned back in, licking up everything you’d given him, groaning like he was tasting something divine. “I want you like this every night,” he murmured, voice wrecked with need. “Fucking ruined, trembling, and making a mess all over my face.”
Your body was already trembling as Jeonghyeon gripped your hips from behind, his cock sliding into you with deep, smooth strokes that had your eyes rolling back. The way he moved—controlled, steady, focused—made your knees weak. He watched the way your body responded to him, how your back arched every time he hit just the right spot.
“Feel that?” he murmured, voice low and rough in your ear as he leaned over you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You’re so tight like this, baby. So fucking wet.”
You moaned, your hands grabbing the sheets for something to ground you. Every stroke felt deeper than the last, and the way his fingers dug into your waist had you right on the edge.
“I’m not stopping,” he growled, his pace picking up. “You’re gonna come for me again.”
A cry ripped from your throat as your whole body spasmed—and then it happened. A rush of wetness gushed out of you, soaking both of you, your thighs shaking violently. The sound it made against his skin, the mess of it—it was overwhelming.
Jeonghyeon choked out a moan, faltering mid-thrust. “Holy shit—baby,” he gasped, eyes blown wide, hands holding you even tighter. “You just squirted all over me.”
He looked down at the way your slick was dripping down his thighs, then grabbed your ass with both hands, groaning like he was losing his mind. “Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt. You’re insane.”
And then he slammed back into you, deeper than before, his pace rough and hungry now. “You’re gonna do that again,” he panted. “I don’t care how many times it takes—I wanna feel you explode around me over and over.”
Your fingers were tangled tightly in Seungeon’s, arms stretched above your head as he held you down gently but firmly. His body was pressed flush against yours, hips rolling slow and deep, each thrust dragging a whimper from your throat. He had already made you come twice—once with his mouth, then again barely moments after sliding inside you—and now you were nearly trembling beneath him, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, trying to keep him as close as possible.
“You’re so sensitive,” he murmured against your cheek, breath warm, his lips brushing soft kisses across your jaw. “But you’re still taking me so well.” He thrust again, slow but deep, and your breath hitched. His eyes never left your face, watching every twitch, every moan, every flutter of your lashes like he was memorizing it all.
His grip on your hands tightened just slightly as he adjusted his angle, hips snapping forward with a little more force. “Right there?” he asked low, voice thick, and all you could do was nod as your body tensed around him.
He kept hitting that same spot, over and over, his pace growing a little rougher, but he stayed close—lips brushing yours, body completely wrapped around you. Your moans got higher, desperate, your thighs trembling around him, and then—just when you thought you’d break—you felt it. A sudden wave of pressure deep in your core, like something inside you was snapping free.
You gasped, body jolting, and then it happened—your back arched as you squirted unexpectedly, a rush of wetness between your legs, your breath catching in shock.
Seungeon froze for a beat, eyes wide as he felt it. “Baby…” he whispered, staring down at you like you were magic. “You just—fuck.” His hips twitched, still inside you, and then a slow, wicked smile spread across his face.
You were still gasping beneath him, overwhelmed and trembling, and he lowered himself back down, brushing his lips against your cheek. His hand slid to cradle the side of your face, thumb stroking gently. “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours.
He didn’t move to chase anything else. He just held you there, kissed you soft and slow, letting you ride out the aftershocks in the safety of his arms.
You were still shaking from your third orgasm when Yunseo grabbed your waist and pulled you on top of him, his cock already hard again, slick from how soaked you were.
“Thought I was done with you?” he said lowly, dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. “Not even close. Sit on it.”
You whimpered, still sensitive, but he didn’t wait. He lined himself up and sank you down slowly, your breath catching as your body stretched to take him again.
“Ride me,” he murmured, voice rough with control. “Don’t make me do all the work.”
You started moving, weak at first, hips rolling against his as you tried to find your rhythm. He watched every twitch of your body, every shaky breath and moan that slipped from your lips.
“Good girl,” he praised under his breath, gripping your hips. “Look at you—already fucked out and still trying to please me.”
When he started thrusting up into you, it pushed you closer again—deeper, rougher each time, his cock hitting exactly where you needed it. Your hands braced against his chest, your head falling back as you gasped out his name.
That made him groan. He thrust up harder, deliberately, using your body like he owned it. “You’re so close again. I can feel it. Give it to me.”
Another thrust, then another—deep, fast, brutal. And on the next one, your entire body tensed.
You came hard—louder than before, completely overwhelmed—as you squirted for the first time, soaking him as you cried out, your voice raw and high. It poured out of you uncontrollably, your thighs shaking around him.
Yunseo didn’t stop. His grip on you tightened, his thrusts relentless.
“You’re gonna do that again,” he growled. “I want to see you fall apart for me one more time.”
You nodded, barely able to breathe, completely at his mercy.
“Don’t hold back,” he warned, thrusting up into you harder. “You’re not stopping ‘til this bed is soaked.”
Your back was pressed against Junghyun’s chest, your thighs spread wide over his lap, legs resting on either side of his. He had you completely open, completely vulnerable, and he was reveling in it—strong arms locked around your waist, one hand gripping your thigh while the other was buried between your legs, thick fingers working inside your already overstimulated body.
You were still trying to recover from your second orgasm, chest heaving, skin damp with sweat. But Junghyun didn’t care. “So greedy for it, baby,” he murmured in your ear, voice low and rough, “two times already and you’re still this wet?”
You whined helplessly, unable to answer with anything but your body. His fingers were relentless, curling deep and pressing hard against that one spot that made you lose control. His other hand slid up, palm flat against your stomach to pin you to him when your hips began to jerk.
And then—one particularly deep, firm thrust of his fingers slammed into that spot just right, sharp and precise. Your entire body jerked in his lap as the pressure built too fast. Your eyes flew open, mouth dropping open in a silent gasp before a cry tore from your throat. You didn’t even have time to process it—your release burst out of you in a sudden, uncontrollable rush.
You squirted all over his hand.
Your legs instinctively tried to snap shut, shocked at your body’s reaction, but Junghyun was faster. “No, no—don’t you dare,” he growled, spreading your thighs wide again and forcing them open with his own. “You’re gonna take it, just like that.”
His fingers didn’t stop—if anything, he sped up, working you through the aftershocks, wet sounds filling the room as your slick coated his hand and thighs. You were shaking, barely able to breathe, and he held you there like a ragdoll in his lap, murmuring low and dirty in your ear.
“You didn’t even know you could do that, did you?” he rasped. “Fuck, baby… you’re so messy for me. I want more.”
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