Synopsis: It’s Riki’s birthday and you decide to give him more than just one present…
Author’s note: This took me a few days to write, but will only take you 5-10 mins to read
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”Bye, thank you for coming.” Riki says, waving the last person of your friend group goodbye before he shuts the front door.
It’s Riki’s birthday today, so he invited the whole friend group over for a tiny celebration dinner. Currently you’re in the living room taking down some balloons that you’d taped to the ceiling and walls.
He joins you in the living room and removes some serpentines from the coffee table.
”Did you get any good presents?” You ask before popping the balloons with one of your nails.
Riki’s eyes light up as he thinks about the presents he got. ”They’re amazing! I got the Millennium Falcon Lego set from Sunghoon and Jake, and —” he goes on to yap about how cool the Lego set is, you can’t help but chuckle to yourself at his excitement.
About an hour later the two of you are sitting in the kitchen. He has started building the set now, a sea of gray Lego pieces spread out across the table. That’s when you remember your last gift for him.
Earlier you’d given him a chrome hearts hoodie which he was incredibly grateful for. He’s your best friend after all and you want to spend some money on him. You had also gotten him a limited edition anime figure from an anime you can’t remember the name of.
”I’ll be right back, I have another gift for you.”
”Really?” He looks up at you, hands still building absentmindedly. He mumbles something to himself about you being super kind as you walk out of the kitchen.
You come back into the kitchen holding a tiny box, one that you’d usually put jewelry in. Riki takes it and opens it slowly. His entire face becomes red as he sees the inside.
A singular wrapped condom.
”W-what’s this a-about?” He stutters as he avoids your gaze completely.
”Your final present is me.”
”W-what do you— what do you mean?”
”We’ll have sex, unless you really don’t want to…” you respond. But you know he wants to. Sometimes when you wake up late at night you can hear him jerking off in his room, moaning your name. Other times you’ll see him catching glances at your cleavage, which you don’t cover up most of the time anyway.
”I’ve never…”
”I know. I’ll teach you.” You say.
Riki puts the condom in his back pocket before standing up. Arms stuck by his side, looking at you nervously.
”Okay… teach… teach me.” He replies, voice cracking slightly. You reach out and grab his wrist, pulling him with you to your bedroom.
Riki can feel the growing excitement inside of him, it’s visible to you as well. He’s hard. His cock straining against his sweatpants.
You grab his shoulders and guide him to sit down on your bed. He’s unsure where to put his hands, so you have to grab them yourself and place them on your hips as you hover above him.
”Is this okay?” You ask. He nods in response. ”Good.”
You lean down and kiss him, your lips meeting his. Riki isn’t completely sure what to do, trying his best to keep up the pace you’re setting but fails. His chest is heaving and he feels like he’s reached nirvana. Is this really happening? Is he gonna get laid by his best friend? The thought makes him smile sheepishly against your lips. You pull away, a string of saliva connecting the both of you. He whines at the absence of your lips but it’s quickly turned into pleasure as you trail kisses down his neck. A small whimper escapes him as you bite down gently at the nape of his neck. The sound turns you on more than you could imagine. As a reaction you automatically grind your core against his clothed erection.
”Ngh- n-noona…” Riki moans and clutches the fabric of your shirt.
”Are- are you gonna leave marks?” He asks with a shaky voice.
”Do you want me to mark you?” You ask, moving your head up to meet his gaze.
”…mmmh… yes…”
”Hold my hair for me,” you say. Riki immediately gathers your hair with his and at the back of your head like a handheld ponytail. With the hair out of your face you kiss your way down his neck, over his clothes chest and down to his pants where he then looses the grip of your hair. The condom had fallen out of his pocket earlier and is now lying beside his thigh. You pick it up and put it elsewhere while you pull down his pants.
Riki looks at you in awe, there is something so sexy about you wanting to fuck him. It should be obvious, but for Riki it’s not. He lifts his hips to let you pull down his pants and boxers.
His cock stands tall and proudly, the mushroom tip leaking precum like a faucet. He bites his lower lip and his thighs are already trembling.
”So pretty… and it’s all for me tonight…” you say quietly while using your thumb to rub over the slit of his tip. Riki moans loudly, head thrown back against the pillow. A pink blush spreads across his face and down his neck.
”Ahh… ngh-” he moans as you take his cock into your mouth. Your lips soft around his thick shaft. You look up at his face only to see that he’s thrown his arm over his eyes, lower lip trembling under his teeth. Bobbing your head up and down his cock is easy with all the precum he’s leaking. His tip reaches the back of your throat, and you fight against your gag reflex. ”N-noona… I’m gonna… come…”
You pull off of him with a pop sound, gaining yet another whine from him. Slowly he pulls the arm off his face, looking down at you. ”Fuck… you’re so pretty, noona…” he whispers. A satisfied smile spreads across your lips.
”Thank you,”
You stand up on your knees, shimmying down your panties inch by inch. Riki reaches out with his hands to help you pull them down, suddenly feeling very eager to see what’s underneath.
Riki takes in the view of your unclothed pussy, slickness dripping on the inside of your thighs. ”Fuck noona… you’re so wet…” he reaches out and wipes the inside of your thigh with his thumb. Then brings it to his face, licking the slickness off of it. He starts jerking his hips upwards, trying to get some much needed friction. You moan as his tip nudges your folds. Feeling impatient you slowly lower yourself on his dick.
”What about the condom… noona?” He reminds you, looking for it but stop once you respond.
”Save it for another day, we don’t need it…” you say. He accepts it immediately. The slight burning sensation of him stretching you out makes you moan, it feels so good.
”Fuck…. Riki you’re so big…” you moan. Riki responds with a moan of his own as he bottoms out in your pussy. You sit down fully on his dick for a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size. Riki’s knuckles are turning white, grabbing your hips so tight like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. He rolls his head back against the pillows, not daring to look at you because he’s too afraid he’ll come if he does.
”Ah- Ngh…” he moans as you slowly start moving your hips. Not fully lifting yourself off his dick yet. ”N-noona… m’gonna… m’gonna come…” he moans breathlessly.
”Not yet, okay?”
”Ngh- fuck… o-okay…”
Slowly you start lifting yourself off his dick, then lowering yourself again. Bouncing up and down in the most torturous pace just to make him last longer. Losing yourself in the feeling of needing more you start going faster. Riki moans out loud, his cock pulsating inside of you.
You feels his dick shooting ropes of come inside of you. Slowly filling you up with come. A soft moan escapes you.
Riki doesn’t move for a good minute before tilting his head to look at you. ”I-I’m sorry…”
”Don’t be…”
”Noona… I wanna make you come too…” Riki says, you tilt your head in confusion before he turns the both of you around. Pinning you into the mattress and pulling himself out. ”Let me taste you… please noona…” he kisses you down your body to your pussy that is now leaking a mixture of cum and your own juices. His eyes gleam with excitement at the thought of being able to taste you. He reaches your pussy and drags his tongue over your folds.
Your fingers reach down and grab his hair, he moans quietly against your pussy. Looking up at you through his eyelashes to gauge your reaction before he licks faster.
”Ngh- higher up- ah… right- right there” you moan, your thighs tightening around his head. He wraps his lips around your clit and starts sucking. Causing you to arch your back off of the bed and moan his name loudly. The noises coming out of you is music to Riki’s ears. ”R-riki I’m gonna come-” your thighs tighten even more around his head as you come over the edge. He laps up every single drop of your juices, but doesn’t stop. ”R-riki…” you moan.
Trying to pull yourself away but he holds your thighs still with his large hands. When he finally pulls away you see his puffy lips. Your juices coating his lips, nose and chin. He kisses the inside of your thighs and the mound of your pussy for a while, letting you rest before sticking his face back in between your legs.
”Mmh… noona… you taste so good…” he mumbles against your pussy. His tongue darting inside of you. Your grip on his hair tightens as you once again come on his tongue. This time he pulls away, kissing his way back up your face and you taste yourself on his tongue.
”You were so good, Riki…”
”Mmh… thank you, Noona…” he responds, nuzzling into your neck as he holds you close.
warnings : smut MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, rough sex, possessive ex trope, semi-public sex (bathroom), manhandling, choking, breath play, hair pulling, hand over mouth, dirty talk, praise/degradation mix, unprotected sex, creampie, blowjob, cum swallowing, cock slapping, size kink, dacryphilia, jealousy, alcohol mention, light aftercare
wc : 1,2k
author’s note >⩊<.ᐟ : guys I nearly combusted. the SECOND jake posted those pictures on weverse dm’s I KNEWWWWW exactly what I was gonna do with them. AWOOOOOOO 😭 LOOK AT THAT GAZE IN THE FIRST PICTURE I’M SO FUCKING DONE… every jake biased: i’m so sorry for your health. hope you’re doing okay.
the after-party was buzzing with expensive perfume, low lights, and soft jazz mixed with heavier beats. the dress code was red, and you had chosen the sexiest piece in your closet.
the deep crimson dress hugged every curve like it was made for you. the neckline plunged just enough to show off your full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to your waist before flowing over your hips and ass. your long hair cascaded down your back in soft waves, shining under the lights.
you looked breathtaking, and you knew it.
you had walked in with jungwon, his arm politely around your waist as you both laughed and greeted people. he paid for your drinks, kept the conversation light, and made sure you were having fun.
after the wine hit, you danced together, bodies moving close but nothing inappropriate.
you were enjoying yourself, genuinely. jake was the last thing on your mind.
you didn’t even know he was there until you felt it. that intense gaze burning into your skin from across the room.
jake stood in the corner, red wine glass in hand, eyes locked on you like a predator. he watched every sway of your hips, every smile you gave jungwon, every time your breasts bounced slightly when you laughed. his jaw was tight, fingers white around the glass.
when jungwon excused himself to talk business with some executives, you wandered to the bar alone, ordering another drink. seconds later, a strong hand wrapped around your wrist and pulled you away from the crowd.
jake dragged you down a quiet hallway, pushed open the first unlocked door—a luxurious bathroom—and locked it behind you.
“what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he hissed, voice low and dangerous.
he backed you against the wall, caging you in with his body. his eyes were dark, that signature seductive gaze now filled with pure jealousy.
you lifted your chin, heart racing. “what does it look like? i’m having fun, jake. something you clearly have a problem with.”
“with jungwon?” he spat, hand coming up to grip your jaw. “you show up looking like that—this fucking dress barely covering your tits, your ass out for everyone—and you’re here with him? laughing, dancing, letting him touch you?”
“he’s a friend,” you shot back, pushing at his chest even though your body was already betraying you. “and it’s none of your business anymore. we’re done, remember? you were too possessive, too controlling. i’m not your territory. get that through your fucking head.”
jake laughed bitterly, but his eyes never left yours. that intense stare made your knees weak.
it always had.
he stepped closer, thigh pressing between your legs. “you loved it. you loved being mine. don’t lie to yourself, doll.”
his hand slid down to your throat, not squeezing hard but enough to make you gasp. the possessiveness that had broken you two apart was back in full force, and god, some sick part of you missed it.
“you’re still mine,” he growled, lips brushing your ear. “no one else gets to see you like this. no one else gets to touch what’s mine.”
you moaned softly despite yourself, hips twitching against his thigh. you tried to fight it. “jake… stop. i’m not doing this with you.”
but he could feel how wet you already were. he turned you around roughly, pressing your chest against the cool wall. your breasts squished against the marble as he ground his hard cock against your ass.
“feel that?” he whispered hotly, voice dripping with lust. “that’s what you do to me. walking around in this slutty little red dress, knowing exactly what it does to me. you wore it on purpose, didn’t you? to drive me fucking crazy.”
you whimpered, pushing back against him even as you whispered, “i’m not your fucktoy anymore.”
jake chuckled darkly, yanking your dress up over your hips. he groaned at the sight of your red thong disappearing between your plump, jiggly ass cheeks. “fuck, look at you.” he ripped the thin fabric off in one tug, making you gasp.
“jake—you could’ve just moved it aside?! what the fuck!”
“no time,” he muttered, already freeing his thick cock. “your precious jungwon might come looking for you veeery soon.”
he kicked your legs apart and rubbed the head of his cock along your soaked folds before pushing two fingers inside you, stretching you quickly. you moaned loudly, the sound echoing in the bathroom.
“too loud, baby,” he warned. when he finally lined up and thrust in deep, you cried out. he felt huge, stretching you perfectly like only he could. jake pulled your hair back, forcing your head against his shoulder as he started pounding into you.
“fuck—you’re still so tight for me,” he groaned, hips snapping harshly. your ass jiggled with every thrust, the sound filthy in the small space. he clamped one hand over your mouth while the other kept a tight grip on your hair. “quiet. or do you want everyone to hear how much you missed my cock?”
you moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back. the pleasure was overwhelming. the alcohol, the tension, the way he fucked you like he owned you—it all mixed together.
“admit it,” he panted against your ear, thrusting deeper. “you missed this. missed me ruining this pretty pussy.”
you nodded desperately, tears of pleasure spilling down your cheeks. “yes—fuck, i missed you, jake. missed your cock so much.”
he rewarded you by fucking you harder, the wet slap of skin on skin mixing with your muffled moans. your breasts bounced against the wall with every powerful thrust. jake’s grip on your mouth and hair kept you right where he wanted you.
“good girl,” he growled. “this pussy is still mine. no one else gets to fuck you like this. not jungwon. not anyone.”
you came hard around him, walls clenching as your orgasm crashed through you. jake followed moments later with a deep groan, burying himself to the hilt and filling you with hot cum.
he didn’t pull out right away. instead he turned you around, gently pushing you down to your knees. his cock, still sensitive and glistening, tapped against your lips.
“open.”
you did, taking him into your mouth eagerly. you sucked him through the aftershocks, tongue swirling even as his body shook. jake’s hand fisted in your hair as he spilled the last drops down your throat.
“swallow,” he ordered, voice hoarse. you did, looking up at him with teary, fucked-out eyes. your makeup was ruined—mascara streaks, swollen lips, messy hair.
you looked completely wrecked.
jake, on the other hand, looked like sin in his perfectly tailored suit, barely a hair out of place.
he smirked, tapping his wet cock against your tongue as you stuck it out for him. then he slapped it lightly against your cheek.
“look at you,” he laughed softly, almost affectionately. “so fucking pretty when you’re ruined like this.”
he helped you up, fixing your dress as best as he could. his intense gaze softened just a little as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.
“who fucks you better?” he asked, voice low. “me or jungwon?”
you looked up at him, still catching your breath, and whispered the truth. “you, jake. only you.”
he kissed you hard, possessive and claiming, before unlocking the door. “that’s right. don’t forget it.”
you stepped out first on shaky legs, heart racing, knowing this wasn’t the end. not even close.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
synopsis ╋━ After one member of ENHYPEN, Lee Heeseung, left the band, you got lucky enough to find an open spot at the company and work as his manager. Safe to say he’s a total menace, who’s also extremely down bad for you.
✓ author’s note / BROOO ISTG THIS PIC DID THINGS TO ME I HAD TO USE IT IN A GOOD WAY and im feeling productive today so #youngho — if you want to be on the taglist for this fic, comment here !
SYN : james is insufferable. he’s truly the worst. with his snotty “don’t talk to me” attitude, and his dirty looks—you seem to be the only one he has a soft spot for.
PAIRING : nonidol!james x softafab!reader ₊˚⊹ᰔ
CONT. some plot, fluff, smut, est. relationship, includes other cortis members (non idol), skinship, messy kissing, subdom!james, oral sex (f & m), missionary, fingering, praise kink, pet names, begging, bit of aftercare
a/n : i apologize in advance if this is impossible to read i didn’t proof read AT ALL and i lwk suck butt at writing smut..
one shot . wc {3.4k}
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“could you guys walk any slower damnit?” james huffed at the sweet looking couple in front of us. your eyes widened partially out of pure embarrassment.
the female stops and turns around to face him, both a fearful and confused looks on her face. you spot james in your peripheral just staring at her blankly—like he was almost trying to intimidate her.
you take your boyfriends arm and give him a tight squeeze, which causes his body to relax by the slightest.
that didn’t do much.
“yes?” he snaps at the girl. you squeeze him again. this time he takes a second to look at you before returning to the situation and gesturing for the stranger to continue walking.
she rolls her eyes and sticks up her middle finger, and you felt james’ body tense up immediately.
“baby—“
he takes short deep breath in before sliding his hand down to interlock his with yours and continues walking beside you.
“i think it was their first day on earth.” james finally blurts out.
“i think you should start feeling just a little bit of sympathy for others.” you reply. you knew that wasn’t at all the response he wanted, but he still accepted it.
he takes a quick second before speaking again, “i know—but can we make an exception for slow walkers?”
a low laugh escapes from you which earns you a gentle smile from his end. god, why couldn’t he just be this happy all the time?
you knew you weren’t the issue—in fact you were the opposite. you essentially healed his anger issues, but all you wanted was for him to be able to display this same sweetness to the rest of the world.
“they are annoying.” you comply. he hums in response.
the rest of the walk to the café was peaceful, for the most part. except for the few times james snapped at honking cars or the homeless guy that “didn’t know how to press the cross walk button.”
witnessing the majority of your boyfriends lashing outs honestly gave you a taste of reality—it made you realize how stupidly ignorant some people are.
you aren’t excusing his way of coping with them, but it helped you understand him a little more.
you two finally arrived at the lunch spot. you spotted a few familiar cars parked out front which assured you that your friends were already there waiting.
it was james’ friend martin’s birthday today, and as a whole you all decided to go out to eat. one thing about your boyfriends friend group—they were suckers for good food.
so you suggested this cute lunch spot both you and james had been on many previous dates at. it never failed you.
it’s casual, but fancy enough for special occasions.
“we’re the last ones here.” you state as he steps forward to hold the door open for you.
“cause’ we encountered the slowest humans on earth.” he brings up the slow walkers again. you can’t help but laugh at the fact he’s still stuck on it.
but, on his behalf, you keep giving him reasons to talk about it.
his hand settles on your lower back to guide you into the restaurant, and he returns to your side. after scanning the tables a few times, you hear someone call out.
“hey, y/n!” you quickly find them with your eyes and see keonho. he offers you a short wave and you begin to walk over to them.
both you are james are now seated across from seonghyeon, keonho, and juhoon. martin was beside james on the opposite side.
after ordering your food and waiting a strong 20 minutes, all of the food arrives. now the six of you are enjoying your food.
james’ hand is under the table resting on your bare thigh. he has a gentle grip on you—but still somewhat possessive.
“do you thrift?” keonho asks randomly. you tilt your head up from your food and finish chewing your bite before replying.
“yes i do.”
his face lights up. “really? where? your style is amazing—it suits you so well.”
james’ grip tightens slightly.
you let out a little laugh of amusement, “i thrift everywhere. it’s hard to find a consistent spot. you just have to explore.”
“got it. i always see your outfits in james hyung’s posts. you’ve got amazing taste, really.” he acclaims.
“alright keonho—we get it.” your boyfriend butts in.
“what? i can’t compliment her?” keonho throws his hands up in mock surrender, a knowing grin peeking from his lips.
“he’s being nice—“
“no, he’s trying to piss me off.” james quickly adds.
keonho rolls his eyes. “well that time i was just trying to be nice. you’re impossible to please.”
“can everyone shut up.” juhoon commented, and keonho sunk into his seat.
a smile grows on your face, “hm.”
you knew james was mad already. you didn’t even have to look at him. why someone with a temper like him decided to be friends with kids? beyond your knowledge.
although you seemed to be a bit to bring around them. they all equally enjoyed your patience and willingness to adapt to anything.
james leans over to whisper something in your ear, “let’s get out of here.”
before you could even say anything he adds, “please.”
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you finally return back to your apartment building, and james walked you up to your room.
the walk up was awkwardly quiet—but you didn’t bother to bring anything up. you were smart enough to be able to read the scene, and know that he’s probably not in the mood to hear anything right now.
he opens the apartment door for you and you walk inside. when you turn around to wish him a good bye, he’s got a filthy grimace plastered on his pretty face.
you drop your shoulders, “okay, you’re being a big baby.” you snap, but there was still a subtle gentleness in your tone.
james let’s out a sigh—one you can’t quite comprehend immediately, as he invites himself inside and shuts the door behind him.
“y/n” he breathes. his low voice sends a shiver down your spine. and for some odd reason, maybe just the mere fact he’s dangerously hot, it turns you on.
you swallow the sudden warm feeling, “james.”
something in him snaps. he reaches a hand out to grab your arm, reeling you in close. his lips immediately crash onto yours—your hands flying to bury themselves in his hair.
his own hands are everywhere. one is firmly locked on your jaw, whilst the other is making its way up and down your waist.
he’s kissing you hard, like he’s been starving for you all day. your lips are moving together in an established rhythm, one you’ve learned over many years.
james tastes like fresh mint with a subtle hint of cherry—he’s recklessly sweet. it’s a taste so familiar to you. but still everything it seems to grow more delicious, something you crave even more.
he spins you around in one swift motion and pressed you up against the door, his hand landing on the wood surface to cage you in.
his free hand is still exploring your body, now resting to the hem of your top. he gives the soft fabric a mild tug and you immediately catch his gist—your own hands resetting on his lower stomach.
you slip your hands underneath the thin cotton of his shirt, your skin sparking at his natural heat. you run your hands along his toned core and his breath hitches momentarily at your touch.
he’s still kissing you—his tongue twirling around in your mouth savoring every note of your taste. he pulls away just to land a trail of sloppy kisses along your jaw.
this forces a stifled moan from you, and your head tilts back slightly to bring yourself closer to him.
you bite your lip, finally grasping onto his shirt and he takes a quick step back for you to pull it off of him before diving back into you, his hand landing on your neck.
he gives you a light squeeze—not one to fulfill a full choking sensation, but just enough to claim you.
“you.” he groans hot against your mouth, “take it off.”
you oblige instantly and slip your top over your head, hurriedly shimmying out of the piece of clothing. he takes it from your hand and tosses it behind you before reaching forward to grip your waist.
he stares at you for a moment, both awe and lust glistening in his eyes. “my pretty girl. you’re so perfect.”
he leans in again to devour you once more, his tongue urgently demanding entrance. he whimpers at the lustful contact and begins to grind his body against you.
at this point, your pussy is already throbbing with desperation for him. you’re convinced you could get off with just kissing him—he’s got you down bad.
he could say the same for you. the thought of you bare, touching him and grinding against him lives rent free in his head.
as much as james likes to act like he’s a tough and dominant man, he’s insanely weak when it comes to you. he’d do anything you asked him too—even if it was ridiculously unreasonable.
he’d obey you because it would please you. that’s all he wants.
you let out another cry of pleasure from his touch alone. that’s automatically enough for him to drop to his knees.
his hands fall to your thighs, the only thing separating you now is your skirt. he’s looking up at you through dark lashes with glossy, needy eyes.
you reach down to pet his head and his grip on your thighs increases. he’s desperate for you—in this moment all he needs is to taste you and lap up every drop of your pleasure.
“can i taste you?” he pleads. you and james have had sex more times than you could count, but he still asks for permission every time.
a part of you knows that it’s not just out of respect. he loves when you tell him what to do. you’ve got him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he doesn’t give a shit.
“yes, james.” you nod frantically. “please.”
he doesn’t waste anytime before pulling down your skirt. the fabric pools at your ankles and you kick it away from the two of you.
your panties we’re already soaked—most of that was a result of just purely looking at him. his eyes are locked on your damp underwear like he’s mesmerized by how he makes you feel.
“damn, all this from a few kisses?” he plants a kiss on your core. “so needy.”
“only for you.” you respond.
his fingers hook onto your lace, and with a tug you were completely exposed. after all these years there was still a weird feeling pitting in your stomach whenever james saw you as vulnerable as this.
“i love you, y/n” he breathes. he throws your leg over his shoulder to open you up enough for him to fully consume you.
“i love—“
a pleasureful cry flies from your throat as he presses his tongue into your wet folds, the feeling of the warm muscle causing your legs to jerk slightly.
your pretty taste earns a low moan from james and the vibration stimulates you in a satisfying way. you bite your lip to drown out the overwhelming feeling flowing through your veins.
your fingers tangle deeper in his hair, guiding him as he uses his tongue to lick flatly against your clit.
“james—“
“you taste so good.” his voice is muffled in between your legs. his tongue slides through your folds. your hand tightly grips his hair and your back arches unconsciously, causing you to press yourself further into his mouth.
a soft moan leaves your mouth and that only motivates him to move faster. now his lips are suctioned against your puffy clit, sucking you lightly.
your sensitivity spikes and you feel yourself surfacing—as if you could completely shatter any moment now.
he must’ve been able to sense your creeping climax. his fingers find your most sensitive areas, and he begins using them to explore your muscle.
his tongue is still working your clit while he slips a finger inside you. the touch makes you whimper—yearning for more.
he was teasing at this point, only giving you the least of him. you wanted all of him. you wanted to feel him so deep inside you until your insides were completely full of him.
another finger enters you, and he moans against your clit when he feels your walls tighten around his slender fingers.
he’s using them to pump in and out of you, while he pulls his face from your legs and presses his wet lips along your core.
“i’m so close.” you pant. your eyes are glossed with tears. all you need is one more rush to push you over the edge.
he finally stands up, his fingers remaining buried inside of you. he grabs your face to kiss you and you shiver at the mixture of your own taste with his sweetness.
he’s making all sorts of noises against your lips and the sound only makes you wetter for him.
at first he kisses you passionately—then it quickly turns into something more dangerous. his tongue is dominating your mouth whilst his two fingers drive up and curl into you, finally hitting your most precious spot.
you cry loudly into his mouth as your orgasm washes over you in hot waves. your body almost automatically begins to grind more against his fingers, chasing that rush of pleasure.
it’s still not enough for you.
he swallows your moans and removes his fingers from your pussy, allowing your warm juices to trickle down your legs.
“such a good girl for me huh?” james brings his hand up, revealing his two fingers that are soaked with your wetness. “wanna know how good you taste, baby?”
you bite your lip and nod, so he hovers his hand in front of your mouth. you immediately abide to his gesture and take him into your mouth, sucking your own cum from his fingers.
he slips his finger from your mouth and licks the remaining juices himself.
“kiss me again.” you beg. he grins before gripping your waist, pulling you against him. his lips find your again and he quickly claims your lips.
you hooks your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. the heated kiss lasts longer that you intended, the two of you getting lost in each others saliva.
you finally pull away and trail your hands down his bare chest. they stop at the band of his calvin kleins and his breath hitches temporarily.
you hook a finger onto his underwear and begin walking towards your bedroom, pulling him with you by his waistband.
when you reach the bedroom he tries to take control, but you don’t let him. you back him up to the foot of the bed and use your palms to shove him onto his back.
he lets out a low, amused groan. his hands are above his head and his stomach is stretched out on the bed, revealing his toned hips and v line.
“god, you’re so hot james.” you say to him, with a small hint of a moan. the mere sight of him had you thinking nasty things—thoughts of him fucking you til morning, and thought of making him squirm until he begs.
his eyes widen slightly, like he knows he’s about to get the best head of his life.
he’s right.
you stand above him as you run your hands along his core before returning to the band of his underwear.
you immediately get to unzipping his jeans, pulling them over his hips and he helps you by shimmying out of them.
he’s almost rushing. he wants this desperately—his dick is so ready for you.
he could cry thinking about how needy he is for you.
once he’s only in his boxers, you can finally see how aroused he is. his cock is bulging from his black boxers, patiently waiting for your mouth.
you lick your lips at the sight and lean forward to plant a few sloppy kisses along his waist. his hips jerk involuntarily at the sudden contact.
“i haven’t even touched you yet baby?” you whisper and his hairs stand up at your hot breath against his stomach.
you lick a wet line along the hem of his waistband before tugging down. you finally get his boxers completely off of him, and his member springs out, completely ready for you.
his tip is pink and glistening with a few dollops of pre-cum. his dick isn’t something new to you—but every time, you’re still shocked by his size.
your hand immediately wraps around his member and he hisses at your touch. you lean forward to dangle a wad of spit onto his cock so he’s perfectly slick for you to touch him.
you begin stroking him lightly and his thighs tense up around you. you pick up your pace and his breathing becomes heavier—noisier.
“fuck….y/n—“
his whimper sparks a deep feeling inside of you, causing you to almost instinctively bring your mouth closer to his dick, tracing the curve of his tip with a flat tongue.
he perches himself up on his elbows and throws his head back, “holy shit—“
his pleading tone echoes through the room and you use his begging to sink further around his member, sucking on him whilst your tongue swirls around his width.
he sits up further to dig his hands in your hair but you immediately reach a hand above you to push him back down, his hands freeing from your head.
“please—“
you bob your mouth around his dick, earning satisfactory whimpers from james. his noises only fuel you more. you slide your mouth off of him and lick a final line up his length which caused him to let out a loud groan as he feels himself getting closer to finishing.
you could tell he was about to tip over, so you wrapped around him again to stroke him off.
his hips jerk upward and he begin to shake slightly as he reached his climax.
“baby i’m gonna…oh god.” his thick liquid spills over onto your hand as you continued to move your hand along his cock.
you lean over again to take him back into your mouth, lapping up every drop of his orgasm.
you pull away and give him a second to recollect himself before climbing over him on the bed and bringing your lips onto his. he kisses you back instantly and his hands grab your waist, holding you in place as you roll against him, your tongue dancing with his.
“y/n you’re too good.” james says against your mouth, the vibration of his voice traveling down your throat.
“then fuck me.” you demand.
he hums in response and grip you extra tight before manhandling you onto your back, flipping himself on top of you with both hands by your ears.
“is that what you what?” he asks, his breath ticking the sensitive skin of your neck. you nod and he closes the distance between you, kissing and sucking on your neck with need.
you reach out to grip his shoulder with your hand, the other digging into his bicep. you moan against his collarbone as he devours your neck, leaving marks that feel like they could be permanent.
one of his hands leaves the bed to cup your breast, kneading it gently. he runs his thumb across your nipple and you arch momentarily.
he immediately kisses your lips again to swallow your sudden noises.
you can feel his dick hovering over your stomach, occasionally dragging along your core.
he backs up for a second to guide his cock onto your entrance, only the tip pushing into you.
your hand grips the sheet beside you in anticipation. “james…please.”
“please what? use your words angel.”
“please—i want you to fuck me.”
instead of giving you a verbal response, he enters into you slowly.
“fuck—“ james growls. he thrusts into you completely, feeling your walls clench around him.
you bite your lip hard to stifle the cries you’re so desperate to let out. he picks up his pace, slamming in and out of you. the only noise filling the room is the sound of skin on skin and heavy breathing.
he keeps up the same speed the whole time, up until you feel yourself crawling towards a second orgasm.
“james i need to cum.” you cry out, and he slows down. the slower pace was honestly worse for you—as it stretched to wait for you to finish.
your face grew hot, and you were desperate to collapse. but you weren’t there yet.
you could tell he was also close. his breaths were drawn out and he kept making faces that told you he was holding back.
when he slams into you again, it finally cracks you. your orgasm spikes and you moan out into the thick air of the bedroom.
he speeds up to tend to your heating climax but it shatters him as well. he pulls out and a thick rope of cum lands on your stomach.
he strokes himself a few times to spill out what’s left of his orgasm and he fall onto the bed with you.
your lean forward to kiss his forehead, a mix of sweat and the sweet flavors of his skin coating your lips.
he brings a hand up to pet your face before kissing you gently, savoring every last second of this moment.
there were beads of sweat surfacing on his neck, and his chest was rising and falling rapidly.
you were both entirely worn out—given you were out all day, and just had the best sex of your life.
he finally breaks the silence, “you okay?”
“better than ever.”
he lets out a quiet laugh before swinging his legs off the bed and standing up, bending down to slip his boxers back on.
he looks back of your weak body draped across his bed, covered in sweat and leftover cum.
he laughs at you for a moment then walks over to reach out a hand, “let’s get you cleaned up. sound good, pretty thing?”
you nod and take his hand. he lifts you up from the bed in one swift pull and his arm immediately wraps around your delicate body.
your hand grips his bare bicep as he walks with you to the bathroom. he grabs a spare towel off the rack and wets it before ringing it out and kneeling before you to wipe the remnants of sex from your body.
he plants a soft kiss on your stomach before standing back up.
when you return to the bedroom he throws you a pair of his sweats and a white tee shirt. while you change into his clothes, he grabs clothes for himself and slips into them.
now that you’re both dressed, he pulls you close once more to kiss you. his hands slip underneath your baggy shirt to hold you by your bare back.
“thanks for that.” you say, and you feel him smile against your lips.
“are you serious?” he replies. “i should be thanking you.”
you laugh and he brushes a finger along your jaw, cupping your face to plant one last kiss on your forehead.
♡ in which. the biggest band in the world is on tour, and the most desired member is none other than your very own boyfriend (who just so happens to be completely obsessed with you).
⌗ aus. established rls au, bts au, idol au, smau
⌗ genres. fluff, long distance
⌗ rating. 16+ (dirty talk, mentions of sex)
note. this initially started as a one shot social media scenario that wasn’t meant to go any further, but you guys loved it so much that i had to continue <3 please enjoy!
nerdy bf! jake x f! reader. | non-idol, uni au. in which you find jake’s nerdy rambling a little too hot.
smut. mdni. wc: <2k
kissing, oral m!receiving, blow job duh, sorta hand job, praise, humping, spit, desperate jake, face fucking, slight hair-pulling, jake goes on a physics rant, reader finds it hot, lmk if im missing anything ig….
jake had many charming points. that much was obvious to everyone.
can’t even count the amount of times you’ve wanted to jump his bones for even the simplest things ever. that’s the kind of man he was to you.
the kind that made you feel so shamelessly easy.
it was hard to count the amount of times your imagination ran wild over every-day moments. like when he’d stick his tongue out in concentration. when his voice would reach a low sound that sent shivers down your spine. when his forearms were exposed and his hands were occupied and veiny. when he’d be so concentrated in his work that he didn’t even realize how irritated his expression seemed.
stuff like that sent you over the edge for no reason. and 9 times out of 10, it’d end in heavy breathing and a noise complaint.
you knew he was different than the rest of the male species even before he’d single-handedly raised the bar for your standards in men. and it’s not just because he’d never once been seen with a bad hair day.
sim jaeyun wasn’t just the cute, friendly guy that loved everything and everyone. he wasn’t just a golden retriever masked as a member of mankind.
he was so much more than that. jake possessed the unique qualities of what one could only call God’s favorite. the ability to exist in duality, in two worlds that contained beauty and intelligence.
he was probably the most extroverted introvert you’d ever met. kind of a nerdy, saved your grade in every science class that nearly made you cry in frustration. but he was sweet. loving. charismatic.
and impossibly sexy.
from his thick aussie accent to his soft hair. his lean build and his big hands. his easy-going, caring persona and his soft-spoken voice. he had lips you could stare at for days, and a nose that set no boundaries to your imagination.
everyone wanted jake.
but jake has you.
the only woman that had his mind, body, and soul. the only person in the world he’d allow to do anything to him.
if you spat on him and slapped his face, he’d probably say thank you or start counting. whipped was an understatement.
and, not to mention, you were the only woman that could truly keep up with his sex drive.
tonight was one of those quiet nights that settled gently between relief and exhaustion. your last exam was 2 days ago. it was a friday night. jake’s roommates, heeseung, jay, and sunghoon, were out partying at a frat house, and you were wide awake.
in contrast to your mood, you were slipping into sleepware to settle in for the night. your boyfriend was in bed, back resting against the headboard as he stared at nothing in front of him, deep in thought. brows pinched from distant focus, arms crossed over his bare chest.
jake is rambling to you about a paper he suddenly regretted writing, something about how he had argued against the main idea, but all the sudden he’d come to the conclusion that it was (in his mind) a bad decision.
“i mean, technically it doesn’t really matter? the criteria for full credit was that we choose a side to defend, there was no right or wrong answer. whole thing was subjective,” he sucked his teeth, tilted his head, “ah, but— jinja, it’s just so frustrating, y’know? it would’ve been easier to take the other side. not that i really agree, but at least i would have more to write about.”
“jake, baby, isn’t that your elective class? with the professor you said doesn’t take anything seriously? don’t stress yourself out with something like that. you’re too pretty.” you sat on the floor, peeking through your purse to find a phone charger.
“i know, you’re right. but think about it—” his speaking quickened, and you couldn’t quite wrap your head around what the hell he was talking about.
for several moments, you had just stared at him. at this point, you couldn’t tell if he was muttering to himself or to you. but that was the furthest thing from you mind.
you couldn’t stop thinking about how fine he was under the influence of frustration, ranting about academic stuff you refused to comprehend to save your own sanity. you watched intently as he took off his glasses and put them aside on the nightstand, rubbing his brows aggravatedly like this was some kind of life-threatening crisis. shoulders, chest, collarbones and light abs bare. you wanted to pounce him.
cheekily, you glanced between him and the newly bought, freshly washed lingerie set you’d packed in case the occasion arose.
after some serious thought (and by that you mean none at all) you finally rid yourself of the sports bra and sweatpants combo.
you couldn’t let the set rot away in your bag on a night like this. it was the kind that would set any man on his knees. the kind that practically screamed ‘im gonna give this man a boner and ruin him’. the kind that fit everywhere it mattered and covered almost nothing at all. the kind that was seemingly designed for you alone. a color that embraced your natural palette: your hair color, your skin tone, and your eyes.
as you stripped yourself and changed into the fabric, you eyed down your boyfriend like a hawk. eyes skimming his posture, his structure, his every feature. even in the dim lighting, he gave off brightness. but there was something much deeper than that. something only you’d seen. because truly, jake was a beast in bed. an actual maniac. no matter if he was in a dominant or submissive mood, he moved with intent. strong will.
desire.
jake, after a few minutes of his rant, realizing you hadn’t spoken up in a while, finally shifted his gaze to you.
and at the sight, he gulps. he was enchanted. hypnotized. seduced in an instant. folding under irresistible pressure.
you began approaching as would a feline, hips swaying in a slow pace, looking at him like you could eat him alive then and there.
his eyes are wide, lips so slightly parted, eyes traveling, unknowing of where to land. memory wiped. vision tunneled.
you’re inches from him in seconds, and you sit on his lap, either hand find his shoulder and jaw, “that was attractive.”
“are you being sarcasti— mm…”
he was both interrupted and answered. with a soft kiss. and in no time, he brings you deeper, desperate. arms snaking around your waist.
you slowly pull away. cup his face.
“what were you saying? about… what- physics?” you breathed in his ear, licking a stripe behind the shell before whispering, “i’m listening.”
his mind races, and it takes him too many seconds to recover and search his brain for his last thoughts.
“oh- right!” he rambles again, brows furrowing as he questions science. forcing focus to appeal to you.
meanwhile, you shift back to sit between his legs on the mattress, cool sheets beneath your knees. you kissed his ear, then his neck, then his shoulder and collarbone and chest.
his abdomen, then he stutters. grows flushed. hand finding your hair as he gasps quietly, breaths growing heavy.
you stop, tilt your head and glance up. looking into his soul with a seductive glint of mischief.
“keep talkin’. no need to stop on my account, baby.”
“i-”
“ah, ah,” you bit your lower lip, voice low and provocatively venomous, “if you stop,” your tongue trailed flat against his abs, rising slowly. stopping after a mere second, “so do i.”
the moment your palm made contact with his clothed cock, his face contorted into pleasure, pain, and desperation. his eyes screwed shut, head falling back against the bed frame, expression painted as a moan— only no noise came out after he’d use the last of his strength to prevent it. only a lengthy breath escaped his vocals.
to chase the relief you promised him, he continued talking. he was distracted, hot, bothered, and desperate. he was a stuttering mess, every other sentence interrupted by a muffled groan as you travelled lower.
and after minutes too long, your lips found the waistband of his sweats, and your teeth made contact with the string. it was loosely, lazily tied, and with ease you’d undone it with your teeth.
before pulling down the fabric, your tongue met the barrier right over his crotch. lips, tongue, drool pooling on his clothed crotch. it all set jake over the deep-end.
he was aching. eyes torn between your lips on his skin and the lipstick stains trailing down his body.
you felt it all too well. the hardness. his erratic breaths, the vibration sent from his silent whimpers.
his hips flinched, bucked, moved involuntarily. he tried to hold back. he really fucking tried.
“y/n— shit! please.”
it was hard to control. almost impossible.
you paused. hands meeting his arm and hip in either one, and you went softer on him. not in sympathy for his helpless state. it was the opposite. it was punishment.
he panicked and started to ramble again. saying anything that came to his mind. explaining his new hypothesis for an upcoming lab experiment. talking about his idiotic partner for a project. mumbling about papers he graded for a professor.
“some freshman in my work-study f-fucked up his paper. professor made him rewrite it. apparently- mm— he wrote a-about how the earth was flat. …w-which… gah— doesn’t even make any f-fucking… s-sense ngh~ fuck— because…” you weren’t listening to a damn thing he was saying anymore. it was all white noise if it wasn’t a groan.
something about a student assistant job. some idiot kid.
whatever.
you brought yourself back, lifting your hair and looking right into his watering eyes, teeth dragging down his sweatpants slowly.
no boxers. of course. though that was obvious from the start.
you slightly grinned. mind consuming sick thoughts as his rock solid hard on sprung free.
jake’s hand softly met your hair, pulling you in closer gently when you let go, “please— fuck. please, y/n. let me use your mouth. need to fuck that mouth. need your tongue. please.”
you licked your lips, and he stared hard. panting. lips parted. eyes low and already seemingly fucked out.
he looked so needy. you fucking loved it.
the heat got to you fast. it hit you like a truck, arousal and temptation sitting under your skin and sizzling under a raw, burning fire. you rid yourself of thoughts. rid yourself of anything that held even the slightest potential of holding you back. your tongue swirled your mouth, gathering the smooth, sticky liquid. and slowly, calculating, you let go of a string of spit, and allowed it to travel below you.
jake moaned. the sensation of your saliva landing on his throbbing dick too much to handle. he couldn’t have held it even if he tried. the moment his eyes met yours. he’d given up. and handed himself over to you completely. no doubts. no thoughts. pure need.
his fingers prodded at your mouth, smoothly forcing it open. you allowed him in with ease, sucking on his fingers.
“use me then, jake.” you breathed out, mumbling against his digits, “use me so good.”
and he wasted no time. forcing your lips down and around on his cock by your hair the moment he released his fingers.
he let out a guttural, shameless moan.
“gonna cum down this throat, baby. you’ll take all of it, yeah?” he groaned, rolling his hips against your face, “fuckin’ this mouth real good.”
he held you against him for a moment, your nose pressed deep against him as you drooled, choking and gagging around his length. it hurt. so bad. so good.
he pulled you back. let you breathe. looked down at you like he wasn’t just begging for this a second ago.
‘cocky bastard.’
he must’ve read your mind, seeing how the instant the thought formed, he was reeling you in again. only this time, he allowed you to adjust. he was soft, a moaning mess as you took your time around him. tongue exploring his dick. eyes nearly rolling back as you closed in. taking inch after inch until there was nothing left.
as painful as it was, you’d willingly suffer to hear his voice. his pleasure. the sound was pornographic.
and you were suddenly desperate for release, too.
without a second thought, your clothed cunt was rutting against the bed like a bitch in heat.
“fuck— yes, fuck yes. you’re getting off to this? yeah? good girl. my good girl.”
he gave you one last chance to relax around him before he’d went rogue. suddenly impatient. needy.
you babbled and moaned around him, being forced to glide up and down his cock. you couldn’t take it. it was all too much. your mouth couldn’t take it again after that first time. you were certain.
your hands found the rest of his length and pumped.
“oh— ah— ahhngh~”
5 minutes later he came undone.
“fuck! cumming, i’m cumming.”
he dragged you back by the hair, stroking himself before his seed was suddenly coating your breasts.
but his relief didn’t last. no, it never did. far from it.
if there was one fact about jake you were absolutely confident about, it was his recovery time. he’d get hard again faster than he’d ever cum.
you were panting, cheek pressed against his thigh as you caught your breath, rested your eyes, cunt slick and heated.
jake grabbed you by the jaw, lifting your face with an evil grin, “you didn’t think this was it, did you? oh, that’s adorable.”
you whimpered. gulped. shivered.
“lay down, baby. gonna taste us before i get started.”
you had a feeling you’d be wearing this set again.
that is, if it wouldn’t be destroyed by the end of the night.
Dino x reader || they didn’t expect chan to already be this grown.
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the funniest part is that chan swore he warned them.
he kept saying it all week, too. “don’t be weird. she cooked. behave.” but they all acted like he was exaggerating, like this was still baby maknae chan who barely remembered to eat on tour.
it’s almost funny watching their faces when you open the door.
your house is quiet, clean, soft. candles lit. something simmering on the stove. chan leans in behind you, hand on your waist like it’s the most natural thing in the world, telling them to take off their shoes because you just mopped.
they freeze.
seungcheol actually whispers, “chan… lives like this?”
mingyu’s looking around your kitchen like he just stepped into a drama set. “bro… is that matching cookware?”
chan just shrugs, already in host mode. “yeah. she picked it. wash your hands before you sit.”
you’re plating dinner while they file in, still kind of stunned. chan meets your eyes across the counter, that small smile he only gives you, the one where his whole face relaxes. he helps you without even asking where anything goes. he already knows.
jun leans over to jeonghan and mutters, “they move like they’ve been married five years.”
you hear that. you pretend you didn’t.
chan sets the table, brushing your shoulder every time he passes. you nudge him with your hip once and he tries not to smile too big in front of them, but fails. miserably.
when everyone finally sits, the members try to act normal. they can’t. not when chan keeps checking if you’ve eaten yet, quietly taking chicken off his own plate to put on yours. not when he stands up mid-conversation to refill your glass without you asking.
seokmin is staring. “chan… when did you get like this?”
chan just blinks. “like what?”
you answer for him, laughing. “he’s always been like this.”
he looks proud of that. ridiculously proud.
after dinner, you’re doing dishes and chan is drying beside you, moving in sync without talking. the members watch from the couch like it’s a nature documentary.
wonwoo finally says what they’re all thinking. “chan looks like a husband.”
chan hears it. doesn’t deny it. he just glances at you, soft as ever, bumping your shoulder again.
“get used to it,” he says. “this is just… us.”
and the members finally get it. their maknae grew up. quietly. gently. right next to you.
The night air outside the venue was still warm, the city lights flickering like distant stars as the black SUV pulled away from the curb. Inside, the low hum of the engine blended with a soft R&B track drifting from the speakers, the bass just enough to set a slow, sensual pulse. Y/N gripped the steering wheel with his left hand, his right resting casually on the gear shift, eyes flicking between the road and the passenger seat where Chaehyun sat, her cheeks flushed from the champagne she’d knocked back earlier that evening.
In the back seat, Xiaoting leaned against the window, her phone glowing in her lap as she scrolled through pictures from the award show. The fabric of her sequined dress caught the light each time she shifted, highlighting the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts beneath the thin material. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she lingered on a shot of herself, the outfit hugging her like a second skin, and a familiar heat began to pool low in her belly.
Chaehyun turned her head toward Y/N, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “You know,” she slurred slightly, the alcohol loosening her tongue, “I’ve been telling Ting all night how amazing you are. How your big dick fills me up like nothing else.” She let out a low, breathy laugh, her fingers already tracing lazy circles over the bulge in his jeans.
Y/N felt the familiar stir of arousal, his cock hardening under her touch despite his attempt to stay focused on the road. “Stop, babe,” he murmured, voice rough with restraint. “Ting is right behind us, she’ll see us.”
Chaehyun’s eyes flashed, dark with desire. “I don’t care what she sees,” she whispered, leaning in so her lips brushed his ear. “I need to suck your dick right now.”
Without waiting for a reply, she fumbled with his belt, the metal clink loud in the quiet cabin. She pulled the strap free, the denim loosening as she slipped her hand inside, finding the hard length already straining against his boxers. Her fingers wrapped around him, feeling the heat and thickness, and she gave a slow, deliberate squeeze that made Y/N’s hips jerk involuntarily.
“Fuck,” he groaned, the sound low and guttural, his left hand tightening on the wheel as he fought to keep the car steady.
Chaehyun leaned forward, her hair spilling over his thighs as she lowered her head. She pressed open-mouthed kisses to the shaft, her tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre‑cum beading at the tip. A soft moan escaped her, vibrating against his skin.
“Mmm… you taste so good,” she murmured, her voice thick with lust.
Y/N’s breath hitched. “Keep going…” he managed, his right hand drifting to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky hair.
She began to move, her lips sliding down the length of his cock, taking him inch by inch. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, creating a wet, slick sound that filled the car. She started slow, savoring the feel of him, her tongue swirling around the ridge before she pulled back just enough to tease the tip with a quick, sharp flick.
“Ahhh… fuck, Chae,” Y/N gasped, his hips bucking upward despite his attempt to stay still.
She responded by taking him deeper, her throat relaxing as she allowed the head to press against the back of her mouth. A gag escaped her, a sexy, choked sound that only seemed to spur him on.
“You’re such a good cocksucker,” he whispered, his voice strained. “Look at you, taking it all.”
Chaehyun’s eyes watered slightly, but she didn’t pull back. Instead, she began to bob her head faster, her movements becoming sloppier, more eager. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, slicking his shaft and making each slide easier, more filthy. The noises she made—wet slurps, desperate gulps, low whines—filled the space between the music and the hum of the tires.
In the back seat, Xiaoting’s breath hitched as she watched the scene unfold in the rearview mirror. The sight of Chaehyun’s head bobbing, the way her lips stretched around Y/N’s girth, the glistening shine of saliva on his cock—it sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core. Her fingers, which had been idly scrolling, slipped beneath the hem of her dress, finding the soft cotton of her panties already damp.
She let out a quiet, shuddering moan as she pressed her palm against her mound, feeling the heat radiating through the fabric. Her thumb found her clit, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles while her other hand slipped underneath the fabric, two fingers sliding inside her slick entrance.
“Oh fuck…” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the wet sounds coming from the front.
Her hips began to rock in time with Chaehyun’s movements, each thrust of Y/N’s cock into Chaehyun’s throat echoing a pulse in her own pussy. She could feel the wetness spreading, her fingers slick with her own juices as she pumped them in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside.
“Mmm… Ting unnie would suck this dick so well baby,” Chaehyun managed to gasp between sucks, her voice muffled by the cock filling her mouth.
"Oh yeah baby? You want to share me with another group mate? Wasn't the first time more than enough?
Xiaoting’s eyes snapped to the mirror, meeting Chaehyun’s gaze for a brief, electrifying second before she looked away, a flush spreading across her cheeks. She increased the pace of her fingers, her thumb pressing harder against her clit, her moans growing louder, more unrestrained.
“What??, You did what Chae? With who?" Xiaoting asked in surprise, her back arching slightly against the seat as pleasure coiled tighter at the sudden taboo reveal.
"A secret for another time, unnie. Maybe if you play nicely i will tell you later in bed."
Y/N, feeling the pressure building, tightened his grip on Chaehyun’s hair, guiding her head down further. He felt the head of his cock slip past the back of her throat, the tight, warm grip of her muscles convulsing around him as she gagged, a sound that was half choke, half moan.
“Take it all,” he growled, his left hand still steady on the wheel, his right hand now gripping her hair firmly, pulling her deeper.
Chaehyun’s eyes fluttered shut, tears spilling over as she struggled to breathe, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she relaxed her throat, allowing him to thrust deeper, her nose brushing against his pubic hair with each downward motion. The sound of her gagging mixed with the wet, sucking noises of her mouth created a symphony of filth that made Y/N’s cock throb.
“Fuck… you’re amazing,” he rasped, his voice raw. “Look at you, taking me in your throat like a pro.”
Chaehyun managed a weak, affirmative hum around his cock, the vibration sending shivers up his spine. She began to move her head in a rapid, frantic pace, her cheeks hollowing with each suck, her tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft as she pulled back, only to dive down again with renewed vigor.
Xiaoting, unable to hold back any longer, slipped her dress strap off her shoulder, letting the fabric fall to expose her bare breast. Her nipple peaked, hard and pink, as she pinched it between her thumb and forefinger, tugging lightly while her other hand continued to fuck herself with her fingers.
“Oh god… yes…” she moaned, her voice breaking as she felt the first wave of orgasm building. Her hips bucked against her hand, her fingers pumping faster, her thumb rubbing her clit in frantic circles.
The car filled with the sounds of their pleasure: Chaehyun’s choked gulps, Xiaoting’s desperate whimpers, Y/N’s low grunts, and the slick, wet rhythm of flesh on flesh. The radio faded into the background, replaced by the raw, primal soundtrack of their bodies.
Y/N could feel his orgasm coiling tight, his balls drawing up as the sensation intensified. He glanced at the rearview mirror, seeing Xiaoting’s exposed breast heaving with each gasp, her face flushed, eyes half‑closed in ecstasy. The sight pushed him closer to the edge.
Xiaoting’s eyes fixated on the front seat activities, she let out a loud, wanton moan, her fingers plunging deeper, she could feel herself getting closer until it was too late. Her body shuddered, a powerful wave crashing over her as her orgasm hit. Her back arched, her hips lifted off the seat, and a gush of wetness spilled over her fingers, dripping onto the leather of the seat. She cried out, a long, keening sound that echoed in the confined space, her walls clenching around her fingers as she rode the aftershocks.
Chaehyun, feeling the vibrations of Xiaoting’s climax through the seat, sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing as she took Y/N to the base. She could feel his cock twitch, the head swelling as he neared his release.
“Y/N… I’m gonna… I’m gonna make you cum in my mouth,” she managed to gasp, her voice hoarse from the effort.
Y/N’s grip on her hair tightened, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hips jerking forward despite his attempt to stay still. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, a tight coil ready to snap.
“Fuck… Chae… I’m so fucking close,” he warned, his voice a ragged whisper.
She responded by sucking even harder, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her lips forming a tight seal. She began to bob her head with frantic speed, her nose brushing his belly with each downward plunge, her throat working around him in a desperate, milking motion.
“Ahhh… fuck… yes…” Y/N groaned, his head tilting back as the first spurts of hot cum shot into her mouth.
He felt the thick jets hit the back of her throat, the salty burst filling her mouth as she swallowed greedily, her throat working to take every drop. He continued to pump, each pulse drawing a louder moan from him, his hips bucking as he rode the wave of his orgasm.
Chaehyun’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back, sucking and swallowing until the last of his release was spent, her cheeks flushed, lips glistening with his cum. She finally eased off, letting his softening cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop, a strand of saliva and semen connecting her lips to his tip for a moment before breaking.
She leaned back, breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly. A satisfied, dazed smile spread across her face as she licked her lips, tasting the remnants of his essence.
“Mmm… you tasted so good,” she whispered, her voice hoarse but content.
Y/N leaned his head back against the headrest, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His left hand still rested on the wheel, his right hand slowly sliding from Chaehyun’s hair to rest on her thigh, feeling the heat of her skin through her dress.
“Fuck… that was insane,” he breathed, his voice low and reverent.
Xiaoting, still trembling from her own orgasm, pulled her dress strap back up, her breast covered again but her nipples still hard and visible through the thin fabric. She let out a soft, satisfied sigh, her fingers still slick with her own juices as she brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a quiet, erotic pop.
Chaehyun reached down, slipping her hand under her dress, her fingers finding her own slick folds.
“I’m still… so horny,” she admitted, her voice a whisper. “I need… I need to feel you inside me.”
Y/N looked at her, his gaze dark with desire. “We’ll get there,” he promised, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her inner thigh. “But first… let’s get home.”
The car eased into a quiet residential street, the lights of the Kep1er dorm coming into view as they turned onto the narrow drive. The building loomed ahead, its modern façade illuminated by soft outdoor lights. Y/N pulled into the parking spot, cutting the engine. The silence that followed was thick, broken only by the ragged breaths of the three occupants.
Chaehyun was the first to move, her movements urgent as she flung open the passenger door and stepped out, her heels clicking against the pavement. She didn’t bother to look back, her face flushed, her hair slightly disheveled from the fervent activity. She hurried toward the dorm entrance, her hips swaying with each step, the promise of a hot shower driving her forward.
Xiaoting followed a beat later, sliding out of the back seat, her dress slightly rumpled, her hair a mess from the fervor of her own pleasure.
Y/N gave her a naughty smile, his eyes lingering on her exposed cleavage for a heartbeat before he opened his own door and stepped out. The night air brushed against his skin, cool against the heat still radiating from his body. He stretched his arms, feeling the lingering tension in his muscles ease slightly as he walked toward the dorm’s entrance.
Inside, the lobby was dimly lit, the soft glow of wall sconces casting gentle shadows. "Don't take too long with that game of yours babe, I'm getting the shower ready for us, join me soon."
The sound of Chaehyun’s footsteps echoed down the hallway as she disappeared into the shared bathroom, the sound of the shower turning on soon after—a steady hiss of water that promised steam and relief.
Y/N made his way to the living room, sinking onto the plush sofa with a sigh. He grabbed the remote, flicked on the console, and the screen lit up with the familiar menu of his favorite game. He settled in, the controller resting in his lap, his mind still half‑lost in the echo of Chaehyun’s mouth around his cock, the taste of his own release still lingering on his tongue.
He pressed start, the game’s opening music filling the room, but his thoughts kept drifting back to the car—the sight of Xiaoting’s fingers buried deep in her pussy, the way her breasts had bounced with each moan, the sound of Chaehyun’s gagging breaths as she took him deeper. His cock, though softened, twitched faintly at the memory, a reminder of the night’s intensity.
He glanced toward the bathroom door, hearing the muffled sound of water running and the occasional soft moan that escaped Chaehyun as she let the hot water cascade over her body. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.
“Fuck… that was amazing,” he muttered to himself, more a statement than a question, his voice low and reverent.
He leaned back, the cushion cradling him as he began to play, his fingers moving over the buttons with practiced ease. The game’s world unfolded on the screen, but his senses remained attuned to the sounds from the bathroom—the steady rush of water, the occasional soft sigh, the faint, erotic whisper of Chaehyun’s pleasure.
In the back of his mind, he imagined the scene playing out again: Xiaoting’s hands exploring her own body, her moans mingling with the wet sounds of Chaehyun’s throat, the way the car had smelled of champagne, sweat, and sex. He could feel the heat building again, a low throb in his groin that promised another round if the night allowed it.
He could feel the heat building again, a low throb in his groin that promised another round if the night allowed it. The F1 sim racing game loaded up on the Playstation, the roar of virtual engines filling the living room as the menu screen flickered with neon‑lit tracks. Y/N gripped the controller, his thumbs poised over the buttons, his mind still half‑lost in the memory of Chaehyun’s hungry mouth and Xiaoting’s frantic fingers. The low bass of the game’s soundtrack vibrated through the couch, a subtle pulse that seemed to sync with the throbbing in his cock.
A soft click echoed from the kitchen doorway, and Xiaoting appeared, a glass of water condensation beading on its sides. She moved silently behind the sofa, her bare feet brushing the plush rug. Leaning close, she pressed her lips to the shell of his ear, her breath warm and tinged with the faint scent of her strawberry lip balm. “You two were so hot in the car,” she whispered, her voice a low, teasing purr, “but when is it gonna be my turn? You guys made me so fucking horny.” Her tongue flicked lightly against his earlobe, sending a shiver down his spine.
Y/N’s grip on the controller tightened, his hips instinctively shifting as the sensation of her mouth on his skin ignited a fresh surge of desire. He tried to focus on the racing line flashing across the screen, but the feel of her breath, the heat of her body pressed against his back, made the virtual cars blur. Xiaoting slipped her hand around his waist, her fingers tracing the waistband of his jeans, then slipped underneath, finding the hard length straining against the fabric. She gave a slow, deliberate squeeze, feeling the pulse throb beneath her palm.
“Fuck… you’re already hard,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “Let me take care of you while you race.” She shifted, moving to the front of the couch, and dropped to her knees with a graceful thud. Her hands flew to his belt, the metal buckle clinking softly as she worked it loose. With practiced ease, she pulled the denim down, revealing his boxers, the dark fabric stretched taut over his erection. She slipped her fingers inside, curling them around the shaft, feeling the heat and the slick precum already gathering at the tip.
Y/N’s eyes flicked from the screen to her face, catching the gleam of excitement in her cat‑like eyes. She leaned forward, pressing a soft, open‑mouthed kiss to the very tip of his cock, her tongue darting out to taste the salty bead. A low groan escaped him, half‑lost in the game’s engine roar, as she began to lavish attention on his length. She spat a generous stream of saliva onto his shaft, the liquid glistening in the dim light, then wrapped her lips around him, sucking gently at first.
Her head bobbed, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper, the wet sounds of her mouth filling the room—soft slurps, eager gulps, the occasional whimper when she hit a particularly sensitive spot. She stared up at him, her eyes half‑lidded, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she watched his reaction. “Mmm… you taste so good,” she murmured around his cock, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through him.
Y/N’s hands drifted to the back of her head, fingers tangling in her silky hair, guiding her rhythm. He could feel her struggling to take him all the way, her throat convulsing slightly as she gagged in a sexy, choked manner. She couldn’t quite match Chaehyun’s deepthroat prowess, but her enthusiasm was palpable—each attempt to go deeper was met with a determined push, her nose brushing his pubic hair, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth.
“Ahhh… fuck, Ting,” he gasped, his voice rough with need. “You’re amazing.” He bucked his hips slightly, urging her to take more, and she responded by hollowing her cheeks even more, sucking with a fervor that made his cock throb in earnest.
She pulled back just enough to let a strand of saliva and precum glisten on his tip, then dove down again, her movements becoming sloppier, more desperate. The sound of her gagging mixed with the wet suction created a symphony of filth that made Y/N’s balls tighten. He could feel the pressure building, a coiled spring ready to snap.
Xiaoting’s free hand slipped under her dress, finding the hem and tugging it upward. The fabric rose, revealing her thighs, the soft skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She broke away from his cock for a moment, panting, her chest heaving. “I need more,” she breathed, her voice raw. “I’ve been dreaming of this all night.” She stood, pulling the dress over her head in one fluid motion, letting it fall to the floor in a heap of sequins and chiffon. Her breasts bounced free, the nipples already hard and pink, trembling with anticipation.
She turned back to him, eyes blazing, and straddled his lap, her knees bracking his hips. She placed her hands on his shoulders, then, with a slow, deliberate motion, began to spread her legs wide, stretching them until she was poised in a full split, her inner thighs exposed, the delicate skin stretched taut. “It’s been so long since I’ve had a good cock stretching me out,” she whispered, her voice a sultry growl. “I need you badly, Y/N. Chae will just have to deal with it.”
She locked her arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep, sloppy kiss. Their tongues tangled, teeth clacking gently, saliva mixing as they breathed each other’s air. Y/N’s hands roamed down her back, feeling the curve of her spine, the softness of her skin, before settling on her hips, guiding her as she lowered herself onto his erection.
The first inch met her slick entrance, a wet, welcoming heat that made both of them gasp. Xiaoting moaned, a long, throaty sound that echoed off the walls, as she felt the head of his cock press against her inner walls. She paused, letting herself adjust, then slowly, inch by inch, she sank further. Each movement was deliberate, her muscles clenching and releasing around his shaft, the sensation of being stretched filling her with a delicious ache.
Y/N’s grip tightened on her hips, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he felt her take him deeper. He could feel her walls flutter, the velvet grip of her pussy massaging his cock, drawing out a low, guttural moan from him. “Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice trembling with pleasure.
Xiaoting’s response was a breathy whimper, her head falling back as she continued to impale herself on him. She began to rock, a slow, sensual grind that turned into a vigorous bounce. Her thighs slammed against his with each upward thrust, the impact sending jolts of pleasure through both of them. Her breasts swayed, the nipples rubbing against his chest, leaving wet trails of saliva and sweat.
Y/N reached up, his mouth finding one of her fully hard nipples. He sucked fiercely, his lips sealing around the peak, his tongue flicking rapidly as he drew her nipple deep into his mouth. Xiaoting cried out, a high‑pitched moan that turned into a guttural groan as pleasure shot through her breast, radiating down to her core. “Yes… suck me… harder…” she begged, her voice cracking with ecstasy.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, nails digging in slightly as she rode him harder, her pussy clenching around his cock with each downward thrust. The wet sounds of their coupling filled the room—squelchy, slick, the occasional slap of skin on skin as she bounced. Her moans grew louder, more unrestrained, a chorus of “oh fuck… yes… harder… don’t stop…” that mingled with the distant hum of the game’s engine.
The water in the bathroom continued to run, a steady hiss that blended with their symphony of lust. Steam began to seep under the door, fogging the glass slightly, hinting at the heat building inside. Xiaoting’s movements became more frantic, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her orgasm. She could feel the familiar tightening in her lower belly, the coil winding tighter with each thrust.
Y/N’s hands roamed over her body, squeezing her ass, pulling her closer, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he felt her walls clamp down on his cock. He sucked harder on her nipple, his teeth grazing lightly, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. “I’m… I’m gonna cum,” she whispered, her voice ragged, her eyes locked onto his.
He responded by thrusting upward, meeting her descent with a powerful surge, his cock hitting the deepest part of her with a wet slap that made her cry out. “Fuck… yes… right there,” she moaned, her body arching as waves of pleasure began to crash over her.
Her orgasm hit like a tide, her pussy spasming violently around his cock, milking him with rhythmic contractions. She screamed, a raw, primal sound that echoed off the walls, her back arching, her thighs trembling as she rode the peak. Her juices flooded his shaft, slick and hot, coating him in her essence.
Y/N felt his own release building, the pressure in his groin reaching a breaking point. He gripped her hips tighter, his thumbs pressing into her flesh as he began to pump harder, his cock throbbing with each pulse. Xiaoting, still riding the aftershocks of her climax, continued to move, her movements becoming more desperate as she chased another wave.
“Don’t stop… please… don’t stop,” she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper, her forehead resting against his shoulder as she panted.
He could feel the tide rising, his balls drawing up, the sensation intensifying with each thrust. The room filled with the sound of their combined moans, the wet slap of flesh, the occasional squeak of the couch springs under their weight. The game’s soundtrack faded into the background, drowned out by the raw, primal chorus of their bodies.
Xiaoting’s hands slid down his chest, her fingertips tracing the lines of his abs before she grasped his cock at the base, giving it a firm squeeze as she rode him. She leaned in, biting gently at his neck, leaving a faint mark that would bloom later. Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, her moans growing higher pitched as she neared another peak.
Y/N’s vision blurred, the edges of the screen smearing as his focus narrowed to the feeling of her tight, wet heat enveloping him. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of her walls, the way she clenched and released in perfect rhythm with his thrusts. He groaned, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to come from his very core.
“Fuck… Ting… I’m close,” he warned, his voice low and strained, his hips jerking forward in urgent bursts.
She answered with a fierce cry, her body tightening as she felt his cock swell inside her. “Cum with me… fill me… please,” she begged, her voice breaking.
With a final, powerful thrust, Y/N released, his cock pulsing deep inside her as thick ropes of hot cum flooded her pussy. He shouted, a hoarse, guttural cry that mingled with her own scream of ecstasy. Her walls clamped down, milking him, drawing every drop from him as she continued to ride the wave, her body shuddering with each aftershock.
The shower water in the bathroom finally sputtered to a stop, the hiss fading into silence. A moment later, the bathroom door creaked open, and a soft plume of steam drifted out. Chaehyun stepped into the hallway, her hair damp and clinging to her forehead, droplets tracing paths down her neck. She wrapped herself in a thin, white towel that clung to her curves, the fabric barely covering the swell of her breasts, the tips of her nipples peeking out tantalizingly. The towel fluttered slightly as she moved, revealing the soft, flushed skin of her torso.
She paused just outside the living room, drawn by the loud, desperate moans that still echoed from the couch. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight—Y/N slumped back, his chest heaving, Xiaotic’s body still trembling atop him, their bodies slick with sweat and cum, the evidence of their passion glistening in the low light. The towel barely concealed her ample chest, the fabric straining against the fullness of her breasts, her nipples hard and visible through the thin material.
She stood there, towel wrapped loosely around her, the heat of the shower still lingering on her skin, the sound of their ragged breaths filling the air as she prepared to step into the room.
Chaehyun steps closer, the thin white towel clinging to her damp skin, the fabric stretched tight over the swell of her breasts. Her nipples peek out, hard and flushed, and the scent of her recent shower—warm water, a hint of citrus body wash—mingles with the heavy musk of sex that still hangs in the air. She fixes her gaze on the tangled bodies on the couch, the sight of Y/N’s thick cock buried deep inside Xiaoting’s slick heat, and a low, dangerous growl rumbles from her throat.
“So that's why i was taking a shower alone. I see there's another unnie who can't stop herself from being a slut, i should have known.” she says, her voice low and edged with a mixture of hurt and fury. The words hang between them, sharp as a blade.
Xiaoting, caught mid‑thrust, flinches and buries her face against Y/N’s chest, her red hair a wild halo around her cheeks. She tries to shrink away, but Chaehyun’s hand shoots out like a striking viper, connecting with a sharp slap across Xiaoting’s left cheek. The sound is crisp, a crack that echoes off the walls, and Xiaoting’s head snaps to the side, a gasp escaping her lips.
“I’m so sorry Chae, you two got me so horny in the car and i couldn't resist. Yujin hasn't even looked at me since she met that guy and i needed some release badly, i didn't mean to hurt you,” Xiaoting whispers, her voice trembling, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes as she presses her forehead harder into Y/N’s sternum, seeking refuge.
Chaehyun’s eyes flash, and she lets out a humorless laugh. “You didn't hurt me you chinese slut, but you did fuck my man and that has consequences.” She tangles her fingers in Xiaoting’s red hair, yanking her head back until the girl’s neck arches, exposing the delicate line of her throat. With a sudden, fierce movement, Chaehyun presses her lips to Xiaoting’s, the kiss hungry and demanding. She bites down hard on Xiaoting’s lower lip, drawing a sharp gasp that quickly turns into a moan as the pain mixes with the heat of their mouths. Saliva mingles, and for a heartbeat the two girls are locked in a bruising, passionate embrace, Chaehyun’s tongue probing deep, tasting the remnants of Xiaoting’s arousal and the faint trace of Y/N’s precum still on her lips.
Before Xiaoting can fully process the kiss, Chaehyun releases her grip just enough to deliver another stinging slap to the opposite cheek, the palm connecting with a loud smack that makes Xiaoting’s eyes water. “Y/N, get off that fucking couch before i turn my anger to you too,” Chaehyun snaps, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that vibrates through the room.
She turns her attention back to Xiaoting, pushing her roughly onto her back on the cushions. The towel slips slightly, revealing more of Chaehyun’s toned abdomen and the dark shadow of her pubic hair, but she pays it no mind. Her eyes lock onto Y/N, blazing with possessive fire. “Unnie, you want to be a slut, i will give you a slut.” She punctuates the sentence with a sharp, almost playful nip to Xiaoting’s ear, then steps back, leaving the space between them charged with electricity.
Y/N, still half‑erect from the earlier encounter, feels the heat of Chaehyun’s gaze like a brand. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t argue—his body knows exactly what she wants. He rises from the couch, his cock swinging heavy and thick, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He moves with purpose, his boots silent on the plush rug, and lowers himself onto Xiaoting’s waiting form.
The moment his hips settle, he drives forward in one smooth, powerful thrust. His massive shaft splits her open, the head popping past her tight entrance with a wet, sucking sound that makes both girls gasp. Xiaoting’s back arches off the couch, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, ankles locking behind his lower back as she pulls him deeper, her nails digging into his flesh.
“Fuck… you’re so big,” she chokes out, her voice raw, eyes wide with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Chaehyun watches, her chest rising and fall as she steps closer, the towel slipping further to reveal the full, heavy curve of her breasts. She reaches out, her palm sliding over Xiaoting’s flushed cheek, then leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to the girl’s forehead—an oddly tender gesture amidst the raw intensity.
Y/N begins to move, his hips pistoning with a relentless, hungry rhythm. Each thrust is deep, his cock filling her completely, the swollen head rubbing against her G‑spot with unerring precision. Xiaoting’s moans start low, guttural, building into a chorus of whimpers and cries as she feels every inch of him stretch her walls. Her red hair fans out across the cushion, strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, damp with the heat of their bodies.
Chaehyun circles the couch, her bare feet silent on the rug, and stops just behind Y/N’s shoulder. She watches the play of muscles in his back, the way his shoulders flex with each powerful drive, and the sight fuels her own arousal. She reaches out, her fingers tracing the line of his spine, then slides down to grasp his hip, urging him to go harder, to claim Xiaoting completely.
“Take her,” Chaehyun murmurs, her voice a sultry command. “Make her scream until she forgets any other name but yours.”
Y/N obeys, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming more forceful, each impact sending a shockwave of pleasure through Xiaoting’s core. She cries out, her voice breaking, “Ahhh… yes… harder… please…” Her thighs tremble, the muscles quivering as she pushes back against him, trying to take him even deeper. The slick sound of flesh on flesh fills the room—wet, slapping, accompanied by the occasional creak of the couch springs.
Chaehyun leans in again, this time pressing her lips to Xiaoting’s neck, sucking gently at the pulse point, her teeth grazing the skin just enough to leave a faint, pink mark. She pulls back, eyes locked on Xiaoting’s face, and sees the girl’s expression shift from shock to pure, unabashed ecstasy. “You like that, don’t you?” Chaehyun whispers, her breath hot against Xiaoting’s ear. “You love being filled, being used… being my slut, don't you, unnie?”
Xiaoting can only moan in response, her head thrashing side to side as another wave builds deep inside her. Her walls clamp around Y/N’s cock, a velvet grip that milks him with each withdrawal and thrust. She feels the familiar tightening in her lower belly, the coil winding tighter, and she knows she’s close.
With a guttural roar, Y/N buries himself to the hilt, his pelvis flush against hers, and begins a series of short, brutal thrusts that hit her sweet spot over and over. Xiaoting’s breath hitches, her eyes roll back, and a loud, keening moan erupts from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her pussy convulses, rhythmic spasms milking his cock, drawing out a gush of hot, slick fluid that coats his shaft and drips down onto the couch beneath them.
“Fuck… yes… keep going,” she gasps, her voice ragged, her body still shaking from the aftershocks. She doesn’t pause; instead, she locks her legs tighter around his waist, urging him to continue.
Chaehyun watches, her own arousal mounting, her nipples hard and aching beneath the thin towel. She slides her hand down Xiaoting’s stomach, feeling the tremble of her muscles, then slips two fingers between Xiaoting’s lips, coating them in the girl’s wetness before bringing them to her own mouth, sucking them clean with a soft, satisfied hum.
The scene continues, the fucking relentless. Y/N’s hips move like a piston, each thrust deliberate, each withdrawal a teasing pull that leaves Xiaoting craving more. She arches, her back forming a perfect curve, her breasts bouncing with each impact, her nipples rubbing against Chaehyun’s thigh as the older girl shifts her weight to get a better view.
“Again… please… again,” Xiaoting begs, her voice a broken whisper, her red hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. She feels another orgasm building, faster this time, the pressure coiling like a spring.
Y/N senses her impending climax and changes his angle, driving his cock deeper, aiming for the spot that makes her see stars. He leans forward, his chest pressing against hers, his lips finding her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise. Xiaoting cries out, a high‑pitched wail that turns into a moan as her second orgasm hits. Her body shudders, her inner walls fluttering violently, and a flood of her juices spurts out, mixing with the semen already coating his shaft.
Chaehyun, unable to resist any longer, leans in and captures Xiaoting’s mouth in a fierce kiss. Their tongues clash, teeth nipping, and Chaehyun bites down gently on Xiaoting’s lower lip, drawing a whimper that quickly turns into a moan as the pain merges with pleasure. She pulls back, strands of saliva connecting their lips, and whispers, “You’re mine tonight, unnie. Every drop of you belongs to me.”
The third orgasm arrives sooner than Xiaoting expects. Y/N’s thrusts become erratic, his hips jerking as he chases his own release, but he stays focused on her, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. Xiaoting’s breath comes in short, ragged gasps, her eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure mounts. With a final, deep thrust that hits her cervix, she screams, a raw, primal sound that reverberates off the walls. Her pussy clenches like a vise, milking Y/N’s cock with such force that he feels his own orgasm building at the base of his spine.
He grits his teeth, his jaw tightening, and lets go. A thick, hot jet of cum erupts from his tip, flooding Xiaoting’s inner walls, spilling over his shaft and dripping onto the couch. She cries out again, her body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, her inner muscles contracting in rhythmic pulses that draw every last drop from him.
Chaehyun, seeing the sight of Y/N’s release, feels a surge of possessive pride. She slides her hand down Xiaoting’s thigh, feeling the tremble of her muscles, then brings her mouth to Xiaoting’s breast, sucking the nipple hard, her tongue swirling around the peak as she drinks in the girl’s scent—sweet, salty, utterly intoxicating.
Xiaoting, still riding the aftershocks of her third climax, feels a fourth building almost immediately. The overstimulation is exquisite, each nerve ending singing with pleasure. She arches her back even more, her legs trembling as she tries to push Y/N deeper, her heels digging into the couch cushions.
Y/N, not yet spent, continues to pump, his cock still hard, still throbbing inside her. He leans forward, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling in hot, ragged exchanges. “You’re amazing,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “Take it all.”
Xiaoting’s moans grow louder, her voice cracking with each breath. She feels the pressure surge, the coil tightening to breaking point. With a final, desperate thrust that sends his cock pounding against her deepest walls, she shatters. Her orgasm explodes, a torrent of pleasure that leaves her seeing white, her body convulsing violently as she screams, a sound that is half scream, half sob. Her juices gush out, hot and abundant, mixing with the semen still inside her, creating a slick, messy pool that spreads across the couch.
She collapses against Y/N, her limbs limp, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. Sweat beads on her forehead, her red hair plastered to her skin in damp strands. Her eyes are half‑closed, lips parted, a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth despite the exhaustion.
Chaehyun moves forward, her towel now barely covering her breasts, the fabric slipping to reveal the full, heavy swell of her nipples. She kneels beside the couch, her hands gripping Xiaoting’s shoulders gently, then leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to the girl’s forehead once more. “You took it so well, unnie,” she murmurs, her voice thick with emotion. “You were the perfect slut for us.”
Y/N, still buried deep inside Xiaoting, feels the aftershocks of his own release fading. He pulls out slowly, a slick trail of cum and vaginal fluid following his shaft, glistening in the low light. He sits back on his heels, his chest rising and falling, his cock still semi‑erect, glistening with their combined essence.
Xiaoting’s eyes flutter open, hazy and dazed. She looks up at Chaehyun, a weak smile forming. “Thank… thank you,” she whispers, her voice barely audible.
Chaehyun brushes a strand of sweat‑damp hair from Xiaoting’s face, her thumb tracing the girl’s cheekbone. “Rest now,” she says softly. “You’ve earned it.”
Y/N shifts, his strong arms slipping under Xiaoting’s shoulders and knees. He lifts her effortlessly, her body limp against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. Her breathing is even, each exhale a soft puff against his neck. He carries her toward the bedroom, the towel still draped over Chaehyun’s shoulders, the fabric swaying with each step.
As they pass the doorway, Chaehyun follows, her eyes never leaving the pair. She pauses at the threshold, watching Y/N gently lay Xiaoting onto the bed, pulling the covers over her trembling form. He tucks a pillow under her head, his fingers brushing her cheek one last time before stepping back.
Chaehyun steps into the room, the towel slipping further to reveal the full, generous curve of her hips and the dark triangle of her pubic hair. She moves to the side of the bed, her gaze softening as she watches Xiaoting’s chest rise and fall in deep, peaceful slumber. She leans down, pressing a tender kiss to Xiaoting’s lips—soft, sweet, a promise of more to come.
“Sleep, my slut,” Chaehyun whispers, her voice a velvety purr. “Tomorrow we’ll see just how far you can go.”
The night is far from over, and the three of them are bound together by lust, jealousy, and a fierce, unspoken need to claim and be claimed. The air hums with anticipation, the promise of more pleasure lingering like a sweet, dangerous perfume.
