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KINKVEMBER DAY: 7

[prompt: praise kink]

male reader x shen xiaoting

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Well - from a glance, Xiaoting is flawless.

Every photographer makes the same movement as soon as she steps foot onto the stage - almost as if she's commanding them - but it's not a fair competition and she knows it.

The tiny black dress wrapped around her waist, hugging every meticulous angle in its stretch, isn't exactly the most practical of options, but then again nor was the sleeveless cut or the low-backend, nor the slit in the skirt that shows however much leg you're curious to see, nor the five-inch Louboutins with little ribbons at the ankles, crystals in their mesh like a real-life glass slipper - so, truly, anything about this outfit.

But in this industry, red carpets are about one thing: image.

(Something Xiaoting wields in excess.)

She pauses the subtle sashay of her hips mid-way across the stage, and pivots around, straightening out the waves in her hair, done-up and perfect-in-pink, over her shoulders. She lets the flash of every camera illuminate the swell of her lips in full - reflect and shimmer in the sequence of diamonds dangling under her ears. But it's all in that little smirk, the tilt of her chin. Everything working together to sell the moment; how breathtakingly beautiful she is, how proud, confident and seemingly indifferent to all the commotion happening around her - to every person calling her name and pleading for her to look in this specific direction.

You can watch how deliberate she holds her posture. See it. Understand it. Watch how she tips her head. The genuine kind of smile that could drive anyone to absolute ruin.

Maybe the more obvious: how the cameras love her - love the flash, the shine and glitter and sparkle of the fabric, love the turn of a heel onto where her legs are poised, her profile a perfect angle for every shot and more and more and more.

There's not even the slightest suggestion of just how overwhelmed she is.

"You're not supposed to be back here," is the very first thing you hear, as soon as Xiaoting catches your reflection in the vanity mirror.

You hold up a press pass with a headshot that loosely looks like you. Like in a really dark, kind of out-of-focus photo sort of way. Xiaoting simply lets out a slightly disapproving sigh.

"Someone's probably looking for that, you know."

"What's the worst thing that could happen? Someone doesn't get to ask you what your favorite color is, or what you had for breakfast? God forbid we need to know your TMI."

She slips the crystal bracelet off the end of her narrow wrist and places it gently next to the red carpet gear strewn across the surface in front of her. A necklace. The earrings, similar in their shimmer. A matching headband, an evening clutch in white. It's all sitting, not necessarily disorganized, but it's in the mess that Xiaoting is all the while searching for things; lip gloss and makeup, small hair clips.

"You could get us both in trouble, for starters."

When she looks up at you, briefly, there's an attempt at a scolding expression - a short-lived one, how it quickly gives way to a grin, a laugh, all the things she can't help when it's you in particular.

"I'll make sure it finds its way back where I found it," and with a hand over her shoulder, "or at least somewhere close enough. If anyone asks."

Xiaoting bounces an impossibly sweet smile off the mirror at you when her eyes find yours again. And while she starts unclipping pins from her hair, lifting and tousling and adjusting the curls into a more familiar shape, you're almost entranced in the way her shoulders loosen and her eyelashes flutter. In this light, she's even more devastating: an illusion of something both fragile, and immensely resilient.

"At the very least," she says, "I won't hold my breath for anyone else to find their way into my dressing room anytime soon."

She gets a hold of a simple clip, pulls a stray strand of pink off her cheek, and tucks it behind her ear. The gesture is fluid, elegant even, and so singular.

She really is, gorgeous.

The fact that you have to occasionally remind her of that is a different maddening issue entirely. You've always wondered - and always will continue to wonder, really - why it is the prettiest girls seem to have the hardest time understanding they're beautiful. It makes you crazy, makes your head hurt.

There's an entire world worth of things for her to fixate her attention on: her job, her fans and career; a hundred more names and faces to learn - people who would probably agree to hang the stars in the sky for her, given the chance, the mere opportunity. But instead she can only bring herself to stare into a mirror and compare notes and point out all these things she doesn't feel ready for.

This interview, or her performance, or the next.

"They're talking about me. Those 'insiders'," she explains, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the voices in the hallway. "Said, my styling this past year has been too 'soft.' Too 'girly.' No one's buying it," and with a pout: "now, or then, apparently"

"Always works for me," you tell her, in a way that implies it's absolutely none of their business at the end of the day; what colors Xiaoting shows up in, how she wears her makeup and dresses, her shoes or perfume.

She floats her fingers up to the dip of her collarbone, weaving them into your hand. The contented look on her face, now a near permanent fixture in the space she keeps between the two of you, suggests that of all her accessories - gifts and borrowed things she wears in a perpetual game of dress-up - you're the one she would prefer most.

"Well," she says, fixing you a mischievous twist of her brow, "you'd say that if I was up there wearing nothing at all."

"Oh, not a doubt in my mind."

(As usual, the both of you laugh far too much.

As usual, neither of you manage to care.

Your lives have always been about soft edges. A little nonsense here and there, so long as it means having more of her.)

She brings your knuckles to her lips, careful and reserved, and holds the tips of her fingers gently to your neck. "How much more do you have tonight?"

"The rest of the hour is probably asking too much." You help Xiaoting onto her feet, arms wrapping her middle, and with a kiss dropped into her hair, you tell her, "should probably report in, let someone know I haven't gotten myself expelled."

"Thought you said you were a terrible liar."

"Oh, I am," you say. "That's just how much trouble I've already been making for myself tonight."

Xiaoting watches you kiss her shoulder, her neck, all in amusement, eyes never breaking contact as your lips brush and linger against the delicate shape of her wrist. A shiver in her exhale - almost a laugh, an 'I'm listening,' in a form of its own - and you find her body shifting into a natural and familiar hold; the outline of her mouth so unbelievably tempting when it parts so naturally - that when it comes down to a choice: Xiaoting against you, you and her in her private room, the hustle and bustle, and rush-hustle of the building and people and machines outside your door -

It really doesn't take too much convincing.

"Fifteen minutes. They'll start wondering," you tell her, already dipping forward to capture her in your arms. She falls right back, perfectly content as though she doesn't belong anywhere else. "We'd have to be really quick."

"You're bad," Xiaoting hums, winding further into your arms, smiling between the warm, warm kisses you're trailing along the collar of her dress, where the zipper is resting and ready to be drawn down.

The moment is candid: you pressing your lips into the bare skin of her shoulder, following it up with something that's part laugh, and part the kind of sigh people make after too long without sleep. You're already struggling against the curve of her waist - the swell of her hips, all her curves - while your nose nuzzles in deeper, a delicate exploration into the bend of her neck, against her shoulder, the hint of perfume.

"Only one of us can be perfect, sweetheart." The damn truth, even if she hears it all the time and from everyone else. "You're gonna have to settle.”

You watch her expression melt into that self-composed, self-confident mien when you say it - in a quiet, contented kind of way; an ethereal sort of assurance. As though she was never meant to be touched by anyone, much less held by you, but somehow decided to allow it nonetheless. That look in her eye, it makes your heart twist. Every damn time.

"What about an accident," she muses, "something keeping you longer. Twenty maybe?"

"Oh," you chuckle. "Those happen in the hallway and parking lot. Where everyone can see. Never behind the scenes, for a totally unlikely and unrelated reason."

"Technicalities."

She turns to face you, fully, eyes lit and shimmery under the room's lighting; pink hair, all shades of glitter and silk and the smoothest, warmest skin. Your touch grazes up her sides, palms smoothing over the fine print, the sequins in the fabric, her hands all the while busy weaving, needily, around your waist, underneath the line of your shirt, finding and tracing along the ridges in your hips and spine.

Xiaoting wants you - plain and simple as that. The look on her face says as much.

And if you don't touch her now, kiss and feel her against you - all of it at once - she'll make sure you regret ever prioritizing anything over her. Over the two of you, and how perfectly and neatly you fit together, even if that means you're both absent for press calls, or a segment, or an interview she can't be late to. She'll blame you and it'll be okay.

"Fourteen minutes now," you inform her. "If it’s something you're counting."

"Give or take a few," Xiaoting smiles. Her words slip against your cheek, hot and honey-coated. It's tempting. Her teeth find your jawline and the gentle nip against your skin is hard to ignore. "Did you lock the door?"

"Believe it or not, that was the first thing I did."

And with her hips in your palms, you steal a kiss, because you can - because she's kissing you right back - her forearms wrapping over your shoulders, holding you tight around your neck, and, ahh - Xiaoting's mouth - how eagerly, so desperately, she parts your lips and slips her tongue over your teeth, humming, mumbling happily into a second and third and fourth kiss. Then, once the heat of the moment sweeps in, melting into something slower, sweeter, lingering, a little deeper, it's another.

And another after that.

She leans into you, the rise and fall, slow-down-then-start-again, of her chest and of her breathing and of the tiny, stifled noises she’s kissing into your lips. Only you're pinching the fabric around her waist, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt further up her thighs and reminding her that there's a promise for slow later, that she can take all the time in the world to map and remember the planes and edges of your body; trace the curves of every little sensitive spot and learn again how she fits into your hands, in the time and space that's left to the two of you alone.

"Thirteen-"

"Minutes," she echoes breathily against your ear and over the sound of her fingers in your belt. "I know. Got it."

Xiaoting's hasty. She has to be; reaching and fumbling to pop open your pants while the heat of her mouth finds you first, her tongue sliding smooth across your throat, chin, the warmth and the taste, then along the corner of your mouth - your tongue chasing hers and turning it into a mess that's as intimate and satisfying as it is clumsy; breath catching in both your mouths, hands intertwining, needing the contact with just as much fervent abandon.

Off, off, off, she's murmuring into you, thumbs perched dangerously on your waist, dipping into the fabric, tracing the rim, taking a tease down a little farther with each lazy caress, and, in the very back of your mind, there's a small voice in agreement that insists you are most definitely in no hurry at all.

It grows louder when the small shape of Xiaoting's palm is all the way down the rise of your pants, all over where you're beginning to grow hard - straining and twitching and almost painfully, impatiently interested. You hold her closer and clutch harder because the need is like a burn - one that's seared itself comfortably, wonderfully between your hips, where you feel each brush and curve and fond stroke of her touch.

Her eyes lift to meet yours, gleaming and knowing and laughing, no doubt aware that you're both going to be wrecked no matter which of these games she wins.

"Nothing we can't solve here and now." She tells you.

"True."

"I'll get my mouth on you later, make it all better."

"Later?" Your voice, completely a mess and breaking just enough, forces its way between a kiss that feels anything but. You're pleading for her, into her lips. "Oh, is that a promise, sweetheart?"

"A promise," Xiaoting gasps. "Or a threat. Depends how fast you're ready for me."

"Hush." And you hold her mouth open with yours, devour and drink the sounds falling from her tongue, each one that starts off shallow then trails deeper and deeper and deeper, until her hands have settled over you, and her fingers are finally pushing below the hem, and working the length of your cock, up and down and along it all.

"Hey,” she says, far too inviting, “aren't you supposed to be, like, tearing off this dress by now?"

Xiaoting smirks up at you. With a slight motion of her hand, the other having come to wrap fully around your shaft, the two fingers twisting along your tip, spreading the beading moisture into a long stroke.

"Very gentlemanly of you, wanting to keep it all nice and put together-" and with a wiggle of her brows, "-unsuspicious."

You clench your teeth through a gasp - a jolt at the sudden brush of her fingertips over the base, further down. Xiaoting has that mischief to her - she always has - a certain inclination to press and test the boundaries until they're unrecognizable, to poke and prod where she shouldn't, only the slightest bit concerned.

"Trust me, I would. Only this is a dress I can't afford to ruin, sweetheart." You're leaning her against the vanity, freeing one of her hands to press around behind her, against the cold, cluttered countertop, feeling how the sharp breath in her lungs goes soft and hot immediately, wanting.

"In that case," she tells you, a knowing tilt in her mouth, "you'll just have to ruin me in it."

That's a little closer to your budget given how fast your arm slips under her hip, pulling her up onto the vanity and angling her into you. Her skirt ruffles and follows, the material all too eager to keep you and the lithe frame of her body nice and snug together. There's that sharp gasp in her chest again, at the hand you're running up her thighs; an approval to your arrangement in the sound of her laughter, to your kiss, and all the fever-filled strokes jerking your cock that she's busying herself with again.

You can feel an urge you both share and want to make real and tangible, to peel down and past and over those tiny black panties; feel the heat rising, the wetness there, and all the eager, eager noises of her pleasure.

"Ten minutes." Your teeth are grazing into her lip, her mouth, while she whimpers so pretty into your throat. "Does that put any ideas in your head?"

"Nearly everything." Xiaoting lets your pants fall and uses the back of her heel to skid them down around your feet. "But maybe, especially your cock right here, if you’re going to slide it so slowly over me-" she sucks on her next breath, holding her hand where her panties are; smoothing against you with her hips rocking forward.

You feel her head drop, slightly, when she whispers into a heated kiss, "right between, the most tender way, where I'm aching the most."

"I bet you'd look beautiful with it," you say, all kinds of things, leaning and mumbling into her neck, all that exposed skin. "My cum on you. Sitting so good right here, in such a tight little-"

She stops your teasing with her kiss, pushing forward to the point where her ass is bumping right against your hips, your hand, your cock; coaxing you in closer.

And then, a particularly stern warning, probably warranted, sneaks out through the bite of her lip; just barely restrained: "I swear to god if you make a mess anywhere - don’t, if you know what's best for you.”

"That's a pretty roundabout way of asking me to cum inside you, Xiaoting. Wording matters."

"Telling." Her smile is all kinds of sly; all for you to witness and tuck safely in your pocket later. "Not asking."

"We’ll see what we can do with nine minutes," you tell her, and your cock is snug against the lace of her underwear - right where she's so fucking wet - you can already hear it in the little, jerking huffs in her voice and on her breath and how your hands are touching her through the fabric. How between hot, clumsy kisses, she's lifting and drawing her body as close as possible and curling into you.

(God.)

"Easy," she mouths, all hot and hazy as she drags the lacy band of elastic aside. It's your turn to inhale and jerk and gasp, but there's hardly anything there to catch you, just her whisper that says, "there you go, honey, fill me up real slow. Right to the very, very top," her voice arching high when you've begun to nudge your cock into her, opening her up and up and up with a slow, steady thrust. "Just - like - that."

And in the seconds, maybe minutes (you’re trying not to lose track), that follow, you are holding your breath against the heat blossoming through her cheek. Against Xiaoting, flushed and whimpering, hands buried in her dress and her hips starting to roll back on your cock. It's a tiny adjustment; nowhere to go but deeper, further - grinding together however you can manage.

It's one thing to love each other quietly, discretely and with all that discretion.

It's another entirely, in times like these, to give in to a raw-edge impulse that hits suddenly and leaves just as fast. Your hips snap in and in and in, Xiaoting's chest rising and rising, her head turned and pressed into the shoulder of your shirt, her hand already caught in a fistful of sleeve. And you - the friction is so soft and so good, a slick, easy glide of your cock - full - all the way to the very last inch.

Just her seedy, whimpering whine fills the back of your neck and your ear, and her arms and her legs locked in around you, like a coil ready to burst, that ache coming to a head.

The ends of her hair are soft and sweet where you gather a fistful of pink around your wrist, hold - pull, like a taut string. Xiaoting gasps a fluttering note as her chin tips up, the smooth canvas of her throat begging to be kissed and roughed up in just the right places. Reddening like the insides of her thighs, the heat there, where they're pinched around your waist - delicate little marks of where you're fucking her open and bare and deep and so well.

You could drink up each and every noise - all the keening and humming, the ruffled, strung-out sounds; how you're both breathing into a shared mess of gasping and panting, of Xiaoting whimpering into your throat, clinging on like she'll die otherwise. "Faster," she pleads all desperate and urgent. "More. Fuck this pussy like it deserves, don't you want it? So wet, can't you feeling how I'm aching?"

You can. Hot and wet and absolute.

You can feel the shudder-wreck, the absolute throe - there's not an ounce left between you; nothing but her slick, warm cunt clutching and hugging your cock, letting it stretch her apart and fill her again and again, the little ridge between your hips slipping over her clit on a forward, upward stroke and grinding there, with a shaky hand cradling her lower back for support while you drive back into the thrust.

"Ting, fucking christ - Ting, your tight little pussy is incredible." You groan into her skin. "Taking me, fucking, taking every, last, inch-"

"I can feel you fucking throbbing," Xiaoting tells you, all teasing and exasperated as she lets your name turn into a series of vibrating hums against your lips. "You're going to make me fucking lose it, the way you're hitting me inside."

See, you fit together, inside-and-outside so perfect; that when you begin to really fuck Xiaoting, when she's making it clear, over, and over, yes, harder, give it to me, and the table she's sitting on is giving away each-and-every one of her whimpers, you lose yourself in the rhythm and pace and the fact that Xiaoting's creaming cunt is working itself hot and messy and pulsating around you; so fucking tight, tight, - slick all around - almost drawing you in, then resisting and tensing every-time your cock finds just the deepest angle.

It's something to push, something that makes you greedy and drive her ass into the cabinet even more; make sure you're slipping along her walls just enough, and doing so with every few inches or less that you're managing to drive, working over a pressure so sensitive it might be making her see stars, every time a thumb digs a little deeper into her hip bone.

"All the way, baby," she's saying, whispering, making you want to fuck the words out of her in broken pieces. "So. Close. Just a little-"

She's gone, her back arched - bending into an incredible sight. And there's the most beautiful look on her face, even under the frantic-urgent rush. Your hands are all over her: pressing into the divots above her hips; petting the expanse between her tits, then down again, feeling out her ribcage, her belly, in between her thighs and parting them wider - like if she were any more spread open, she'd be coming right off the table.

Then, the thumb tangled into the sleeve of her dress, the rough pad of the other rubbing circles over her swollen clit - here you'll figure she'll cum; she's never shy about it - but it's more a question of how many times. How it always builds up and comes apart.

You're obsessed, really, with the details: her eyelids fluttering, the sounds of her skin sliding down onto the cabinets, her lips that can never get themselves closed.

"Oh, Ting," you're panting, licking all over her parted mouth, "do you need-"

Her nails begin to cut half-crescents into the small of your back, where she's been gripping at you; a moan falls straight out from her tongue, straight into your own, the closest she'll ever come to asking for anything: but it's easy.

"You're so fucking pretty, baby, I'll give you whatever you need-"

You slide your fingers higher up her folds, pushing onto her hot cunt right over the spot where your cock is disappearing inside her.

"I know that's what you need to be fucked silly, right? Need some extra friction so I can have the entire inside of this fucking cunt dripping-"

Xiaoting makes a noise that tells you, good guess. And you're playing her closer and closer to her orgasm, watching her teeth sink into her own lip, knowing that she's the one on a timer - which makes it all the easier, because you know exactly what to say next, because you've played this game enough - when you've already been fucking her and fingering her through one or two and her noises are telling you her body needs just one more, and then, the words usually roll right out, not the slightest bit contrived:

"That's it, sweetheart, you look so fucking good. So, so pretty cumming on my cock, baby. You're fucking gorgeous, you know that? I can't get enough of you."

Her mouth falls open, eyes screwing tight with it - the praise, the way you can talk her right into it every fucking time - the way it all but kills her: even when she's getting pumped full of pre-cum and sleeved around your cock like a glove, you know that sometimes the words are the only thing she's chasing, and her jaw starts to trembling just like the rest of her. This full body tension, head to toe of perfection you're whispering in her ear. She's pressing her heels harder than before against the back of your legs, digging, her whole chest shaking for a gasp of air she doesn't seem to ever be able to fully catch.

"But god, I wish you were looking at me," you're begging, sincere, with a deep sort of pining, when you get the the sharp twist of her neck, like it takes everything in her, then, like it's a miracle - those lidded, still-water eyes focused right on you. "I want to make you fall apart, just looking at me, sweetheart."

(Your poor heart. An obsession. So in love with her.)

The kiss you steal from her lips is deeper, your tongues playing a familiar song, the push, pull - how easy and perfect she fits.

When she cums, it always starts quiet, not like what she's just started doing: the kind of cries and moans that begin to make it past her teeth, desperate and panting, her fingers crushing down in place where they're pressed to your skin. Those whimpers that start quiet, get loud, fast, and then Xiaoting's arching right up from the table and clenching her entire body. With you inside her, she's so wrapped up in how good it is, the pleasure spiking past her pussy and into her veins.

"Shh," you soothe her, lovingly brushing her hair to the side when her breath shudders hard; the mess you made, sliding a palm against her cheek when the first few tears gather, the way they always do when Xiaoting's overwhelmed and torn down in such a good, beautiful way.

You could kiss her, when you feel the curve of her trembling lips. You do, again-again; slip and wet and parted and sliding when Xiaoting lets you hold the base of her chin between your forefinger and thumb, and bring your mouths together like that.

You could hold the moment longer. Keep kissing her and not moving - except Xiaoting has that meek, "Fuck me," mumbled into your open mouth, her half-wits returning and giving her the very start of a wicked grin - all sloppy with orgasm. "However you want, whatever will make you cum fast-"

"Turn around for me. I'm going to show you how pretty you are, looking just like that-"

"Y-Yeah- '' Xiaoting is trying, her joints trembling as she moves her body. She's so good, listening, rolling onto the surface of the table with her ass up, palms spread out and supporting her into this perfect line. Xiaoting's defining the curve: where her lower back and tight little ass begins and ends, right up into her shoulders and spine. Her hair has fallen across one side, and now you can finally see how much she's blushing in the mirror, the messes that her eye makeup has smudged into, how good she's been, and now how sweet and pliable and worked open her muscles are.

The view alone could have you blowing your load before you can even do it properly inside her.

But, god - the fact that her dress was hanging down on one shoulder, then on none, exposing her naked skin entirely; the fact that you can't resist grabbing a hand around a waist-full of her body and dragging her back closer, slotting your thighs under hers and her ass up against you, cock sliding into her still-clenching cunt without the help of your hands, just finding it where it belonged. You give it to her like she's meant to take. Fast. Hard. Deep. Making sure each-time your cock is in its base-deep place and sliding right back out, pulling slick, creamy strands out from her fucked-out pussy. Bathing you in her want, her need, pooling along the base of your cock; seeping everywhere.

There's just so much of it. The sounds echoing off the empty walls, so distinct, unmistakable, so full and thick. The way your whole body seems to tighten and tense along with hers - everything tight, you can see it, your eyes sweeping from Xiaoting's thighs to the reflection of how she just takes you. Shaking each time, the lines of her body wobble forward when your hips land a heavy thrust and slide along every bit velvety-wet inside her: no room for your cum when she's this overflowing, you figure, wondering how full of it she could even get.

"Fuck," the word just slides off you. "Fucking god, you're the best fuck," you praise her. Like heaven.

Because Your hand is in her hair again, wrapped up in and smoothing over the tangles; feeling her like silk. But now you're grabbing too - holding her steady, a fistful between the roots; you want her back arched, canted just that one angle higher that you know would push her past all limits.

“Oh my god,” she gasps out, once your get her knee planted up on the counter - once she's spread herself even further for the weight of your body. "That's it - holy shit, please-more-"

There are little whispers too - stuff that makes your cock twitch a few times, pulsing in warning - not even fully aware that she's cumming down all over your waist, praises like the hottest of filth, please and yes and I need it and fuck and fucking christ, keep going and don't stop don't stop please baby I'll do anything anything-

Xiaoting's voice reaches the same high pitch she does when her clit is getting hit, not sure what part of her body you're touching or just the overwhelming sensation, but god she doesn't know which way to turn her neck and face. She just ends up taking it all in, breathing in the gravity of the moment - her reflection, yours, the feeling - a tremor building up, her eyes flickering back-forth when she realizes they've started to close, forcing herself to look at the both of you.

You fuck your cock through each inch of her quivering cunt, each one hotter, tighter, wetter than the last - until you're spilling cum - cumming deep and fast inside her -

Reaching so far she can feel the thick pool of it getting fucked further into her with every shallow snap of your hips; her ass flushing back up against your stomach. Filling her to the brim - enough to feel it drip and seep and slide.

And she doesn't stop, the way she has her hips rolling down your length and staying there, your cock rooted into her deepest spot. If there's one more thing she gets off on it's being filled, milking the remnants, emptying you, and - because she's almost fucking teasing you, you feel it when she's clenching the remaining dredges right out of your body; out and leaking hot along your over-sensitised skin. The sharp sting of it has your hands tight on her waist, her ass spilling through the gaps of your fingers - deciding what you'll do.

"Three minutes," she says, panting, "is enough-"

You squeeze through the sculpted round of her ass. Spank it. Knead it.

"You want me to fuck another one into you - can you take that? You'd be such a good girl if you can take a fucking like that."

"I mean it," Xiaoting rasps, hips still lifted and angled toward you, as she meets you in the mirror; her eyes looking past your reflection, still coming down, wrecked and fucked raw, but making the message clear. "I'll make it easy for you."

And with that's she got her hand on your still-hard cock; not nearly enough softness in her voice for the rough grip and the sloppy pumping - fucking filth out of her still, if there was ever any hope of getting it out the way she's pulling and using and moving the slick all over you, spilling it onto the floor. "Think I can make you cum again, right here and now."

The thing about Xiaoting is:

She makes bad decisions, but always with the best intentions. That's why you always know what she'll say.

Because it's almost always the same answer: a pair of crossed wrists and a coy-eagerness that's enough of an invitation for you to make use of what she's given.

And this is the exact way you find yourself dragging the fabric of her dress down her shoulder, her middle, her breasts falling back down from their bounce when you unwind it, then twisting the end tightly into itself before shoving it into the soft valley of her mouth.

I love your tits, you know that?" you tell her, mouth open and hot against her shoulder blade. “So fucking pretty all over, Ting, your entire body's amazing and it does things to me-if I could, I would keep my cum inside this tiny little pussy, over and over, keep filling it. Make your tummy swell for me, sweet baby, and never let a single drop-"

"Do it-" she moans out, words garbled by the fabric. Her eyes are wide and full of the darkest innocence, like anything could happen; anything you wished. "Do it, your fucking cock, want to feel you-"

You spank her again, and she keens.

The mirror is showing you how her chest reddens under the rush of your hands kneading at her, almost violent, before sliding down the back-insides of her thigh, pushing, "But, what you look like with my cock buried inside you, stretched out and still so fucking tiny around me."

It's not new. It's what makes Xiaoting give you the dirtiest, sexiest little hum around the cloth wedged inside her mouth.

Then her cunt clenches down on your cock, and you're groaning, "christ," watching the way her face tugs at the stretch, watching, when her back is pushed out again - the angle. You're lining up, sucking in the full and naked and glistening display of her body before letting your hips fuck into hers again. It feels even better than the first time: tightening like a vise around the thickness of you, your cum pouring back inside her, then with her eyes fixed to yours in the mirror, you get to watch her lips straining; a drooling, whimpering mess.

Then. You're slamming her waist into the table. Rough, reckless. Desperate to reach another edge, rough enough that she can barely look up from her bowed elbows, elegant features twisted into something a little more awful, a little more pretty - just there, and - and -

A third time. Four. More.

Xiaoting's whimpering, just so spent she has nothing else left, your cock filling her up so full and hot with your spill; she's sloppy and flushed and you're pressing her up into the cool surface of the mirror, with her legs giving in when she collapses over her heels and nearly tumbles over; her own body weighing nothing.

If she asked, "carry me," in any way, you'd be on her like clockwork; you'd get her turned around into a loose-limbed pile, a leg thrown over each of her waist; she'd already have her cheek nestled against your jaw, halfway asleep, a warm bundle pressed up and waiting to get tucked into bed and swept into all of the things that would make her purr and melt; blankets and warm-clothes and showers and tending.

You'd always make a show out of sweeping her off her feet. Because the thing is, Xiaoting deserves it.

And you let her know that:

"You're always the sweetest, aren't you? Taking a fucking like that," you tell her, burying the dying gasps of a laugh right into the sweat-sticky back of her neck. You can feel her throat vibrating out a small sound, her brain almost definitely not able to formulate words, maybe only just registering the tones of your voice. "You are just so breathtakingly gorgeous, babe, the prettiest baby. The fucking world must be upside down, because no one tells you nearly often enough."

And -

Xiaoting - really, above all else, is fucking gorgeous. Because her tired laugh echoes a small part of itself straight down your spine, filling all the dips between each of your vertebrae. Genuine smile and all.

It has your skin crawling back to life, warming up.

There's a murmured 'thank you' said somewhere into the back of her hand, between her pinky finger and her ring, a small, stifled breath that pulls on her tired voice; it's a sleepy sound, like honey, and maybe that's why you choose to tell her one more time.

You glance at the clock on the wall. It's been a good fifteen-plus-extra minutes. You can live with that.

"Told you we'd be late," you say, smoothing out the fabric of her dress.

Which means this is the second time she says: "Nothing there we can’t solve with a little..."

"Carelessness?"

"Misdirection. Pretty convenient for some of us," Xiaoting murmurs with the lingering sweetness of your kiss on her lips. "Who have that charming talent with words."

She looks up, wincing and dabbing at the dried tracks on her cheeks where her eyelashes have swept away all the makeup and tears, like a soft brush sweeping away the layer of snow, she lets her head rest there in your palm and the other soothes, warm, on the back of her neck - her shoulders a little slack when you feel her whole body relax.

"Love you," Xiaoting says, after a heavy breath; a shaky exhale, just under her tongue; "even when we're a little crazy."

Your cheeks warm as they squish themselves around her grin.

"Love you. Now hold still," you say - taking it slow, kissing the damp pink curls right behind her ear. Then, for the most part, it's back to business. Back to normal.

Makeup wipes and wet washcloths. Clearing and setting the furniture upright. Hastily undoing the locks, so that to anyone who's passing by and smelling the raw, irrefutable evidence of sex and sin, they can turn away and think twice - no one's fault except the wicked thoughts swirling and forming in the back of their thoughts.

(No matter how many times you do, it's no different with Xiaoting; her smile turns the wheels in your head - still spinning. You can't help it when she laughs with her eyes still half-mast - fucked-out; a headiness, her tone like velvet.)

And the 'yes, we do,' on her breath when she hums again, is the beginning of an I-told-you-so, when you tell her, "c’mon, we've got places to be."

#xiaoting smut #kep1er smut #kepler smut #kpop smut #male reader #capslocked kinkvember

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Hard And Fast, Just The Way They Like It

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For @maemisnippets / @nsfwmaemi. A little BFH piece, I suppose, but also because you said you wanted it.

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“Come on, Hikaru, baby, that’s right, moan louder for me, that’s it!”

The only response you get is a broken moan from the girl in question. Hikaru has her legs and arms wrapped tightly around your body, and you take great pleasure in bouncing her naked body atop your cock over and over, enjoying how you hilt every time. Gravity only aids in helping you to hit even deeper spots inside her dripping pussy with every time she’s impaled on your shaft.

“Daddy, Daddy, you’re—HNGH!—fucking me so deep, so fu—NGH!—fucking hard, keep fucking me like that, keep—” Hikaru can’t help but ramble, and you don’t blame her at all. She’s a talker in bed, and the filth she spews only spurs you to fuck her harder.

“Shut up and just take my cock, you slut. We have an audience, remember?”

You field a glance to your left, and you’re greeted with the prettiest sight—Kim Dayeon, naked on your bed, two fingers pumping her pussy as she watches you rail her roommate. The girl can’t help moaning as she watches, the sight of Hikaru being fucked like a common whore driving her to pump her own pussy harder. The wet spot on the sheets between her legs only grows bigger as she leaks with every thrust of her fingers, and she whimpers as you look at her. The girl pulls her fingers out of her dripping cunt, and you only grin harder when she slaps her own pussy, loudly gasping at the pain and pleasure she gives herself.

“Fuck, you’re both so hot, shit…” You refocus your efforts to fucking Hikaru, and the girl almost wails in pleasure as you harshly fuck upwards into her, forcing her to take your cock to the hilt every time.

“Daddy, your cock’s stretching my pussy so good—” Hikaru doesn’t stop with her dirty talk, and you choose to turn that to your advantage.

“Don’t tell me, tell Dayeonnie, won’t you, baby? She’s the one taking this cock next, anyway.”

“Dayeonnie, oh fuck, Dayeonnie, Daddy’s stretching my pussy, he’s—hngh!—he’s stretching me so fucking good, he’s using my pussy the way it should, like it’s just a toy, f—” Hikaru mindlessly babbles her every thought, the pleasure of your cock filling her tight hole all she can focus on.

“That’s enough, babygirl.” You grin maniacally as you pull her off your cock and throw her on the bed next to Dayeon. “Get on all fours in front of our Dayeonnie, mm?”

You wink at Dayeon when you notice her eyes flicking between your hard, slick cock and your face. She whines in pleasure as she teases her clit with her wet fingers, watching both you and Hikaru get into position with anticipation.

“Dayeonnie, baby, watch how Hikaru takes me, okay?” You wink once more, smiling sweetly as if you aren’t about to ruin the girl in front of you. “You’re next after her.”

It is as if a switch is flipped—you grab Hikaru by her hair, and you pull it back harshly so Dayeon can watch her every expression. At the same time, you plunge your cock back into Hikaru’s tight, warm cunt, and you begin to rail her once more, all for Dayeon to watch. Hikaru screams when you hilt deep in her, and as you begin to rock her body with every thrust, you watch Dayeon begin to fondle her own chest once more, her fingers plunging into her pussy at the same rhythm. Once in a while, she slaps her pussy hard, and her hips would buck as she cries out.

“Fuck, Hikaru, look at how much Dayeon enjoys watching us.” You can’t help but rile Hikaru up more. “You’re such a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes Daddy, I’m a dirty little slut, I’m your dirty little slut!”

When you give Hikaru’s ass a hard smack, Dayeon gasps and whimpers. The girl you’re fucking gutturally moans, and you continue spanking her, every strike causing her pussy to clench around your cock. Dayeon fucks herself hard watching you manhandle Hikaru, and she can’t keep herself quiet as she enjoys the pleasure coursing through her veins.

“Fuck, you’re getting tighter, baby. Gonna cum all over my cock, hmm? Gonna cum for Dayeonnie to watch?”

“Oh my God, fuck, yes, fuck, Daddy, I’m gonna cum soon, I’m—” Hikaru’s eyes are glassy, unfocused. The haze of lust and pleasure clouds her mind entirely.

“Don’t tell me, baby, tell Dayeonnie. Tell her about how good Daddy’s cock feels. Tell her how you’re about to cum all over Daddy’s cock.”

“Dayeonnie…” Hikaru’s loud moan draws one from Dayeon as well. “Daddy’s cock is the best—fuck! I… I’m gonna cum, Dayeonnie, I’m gonna cum all over Daddy’s cock, I’m gonna cum in front of you, I’m gonna squirt all over it, gonna fucking… fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

With a shudder and a loud wail, Hikaru squirts all over your cock. The girl convulses as her orgasm takes her by force, and her eyes roll back, jaw falling slack into the picture perfect ahegao as her pussy crushes your cock in its grip. You’re keep fucking her through her orgasm though, and burst after burst of her cum drenches your legs, as well as the sheets beneath her.

Dayeon doesn’t last much longer either—the sight of her roommate orgasming throws her into one of her own, and she screams as she squirts as well. While Hikaru’s comes in bursts, Dayeon squirts with one strong stream, drenching herself, Hikaru, and you in her cum. Her hips buck with every wave of orgasmic pleasure, and she rubs her clit hard and fast as gush after gush of her juices sprays into the air.

You’re the last to cum—right after Dayeon orgasms, you feel your peak take you as well. Huge bursts of semen explode from the tip of your cock as you blast thick white cum deep into Hikaru’s cunt, every stroke of your cock fucking it deeper and deeper into her. Every time you hilt, you shoot your hot cum deep into her, and you let the high wash over you.

When all of your orgasms subside, Hikaru crawls to a dry spot on the bed. Thick white cum leaks from her freshly-fucked pussy when she pulls herself off you, and the blissed-out expression on her face tells both you and Dayeon all that’s needed to know. You turn your attention to Dayeon and you grin.

“Your turn, Dayeon, baby.”

Your cock remains hard throughout—you’re more than capable of going a second time. Dayeon stares at your cumstained shaft, a mixture of semen and Hikaru’s juices dripping from the tip, and you crawl up onto the bed to line your shaft up with her pussy. “Ready?”

When Dayeon nods, you push your cock into her pussy. The girl loudly moans in pleasure as you fill her pussy up with your shaft, and you can’t help but groan at how tight she is. Dayeon’s cunt is tighter than Hikaru’s, and she’s so much wetter as well. You’re thrusting already, after you hilt, and you take it slow at first.

“I’m gonna thrust harder, Dayeon.” You take a moment to check for her approval.

“Do it.” Dayeon bites her lip, and she looks up at you with pleading eyes. “Fuck me like you fucked Hikaru.”

With her consent given, you waste no time at all beginning to fuck Dayeon. You begin to fondle her breasts as you make short snappy thrusts into her. The girl writhes in pleasure beneath you, but her eyes remain locked on you, watching how you fuck her pussy. Dayeon’s slick pussy has you grunting in pleasure with every stroke, and the girl can’t help but moan at the stretch of her tight cunt. Every time you hilt, you feel her walls tighten around you, and when you let go of her breasts to steady yourself, you can’t help but notice how her big breasts jiggle with every thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like that, Dayeon, shit…” You grab Dayeon’s hips to steady her as well. “Tell me, how was it watching Hikaru having sex, hm?”

“It—ugh…—It was so, so fucking hot…” Dayeon can’t resist answering you. “She looked so hot being fucked.”

Your only response is a grin, and you maintain your hard thrusts into Dayeon. When the girl reaches to play with her nipples for more pleasure, you slap her hand away.

“I’m the only one who’s gonna touch you like that, dear. You’re being a bad girl, and bad girls get punished.”

When you finish speaking, you raise your hand, and you level a slap right across Dayeon’s breasts. The girl yelps in pain, but you can see the pleasure wash across her face, and you do it once more to confirm your suspicions. When she moans, you do it again, and her pussy clenches around you.

“Oh, dearie, you like getting your tits slapped, mm?” You return to fondling Dayeon’s chest, now red from the slaps, and the girl softly hisses at the sting, though you know she’s enjoying it. “I don’t think it’s much of a punishment anymore now, is it?”

“I—Mmf!—I… please, I…” Dayeon submits entirely, and all she does is whine and groan through the fucking you’re giving her. “Please make me cum, please!”

“Oh, you bet I will, baby.” With Dayeon’s plea, you begin to piston yourself into her cunt faster and harder than before. It doesn’t take much longer before you feel Dayeon’s pussy beginning to get tighter and wetter. Her moans only get louder, and you give her tits a few more slaps for good measure.

“Cum for me, Dayeon.”

Instantly, the girl beneath you is thrashing, writhing, moaning as her orgasm washes over her. Gushes of squirt drench the sheets and your cock, and you pull out of her to rub it all over her clit and pussy. Dayeon’s cum sprays everywhere, and you feast your eyes on the sight in front of you, eager to cum for her as well. Before her orgasm subsides, you’re already thrusting in her sensitive pussy once more.

“No, please, I—I’m still sensitive, please!” Dayeon squeals from the oversensitivity as you pin her down against the bed, and you’re quick to slap her tits once more, leading her to cry out in pleasure.

“I don’t care, baby. Just cum again all over my cock.” You level the same harsh thrusts as earlier into Dayeon once more, intent on chasing your own high now. You focus your attention on the building pressure inside you, on the pleasure you derive from fucking Dayeon. Every thrust takes you closer and closer…

“Fuck, fuck, Dayeon, take it all!”

With a harsh grunt, you hilt deep in Dayeon’s cunt as you shoot your hot cum deep into her. The girl beneath you screams once more as she’s fucked right into her second orgasm. Dayeon squirts again beneath you, gushes of her cum leaking every time you pull out of her, before thrusting back in to fill her cunt with more cum. You pull her close as the both of you cum together, and when it all subsides, you slowly pull your softening cock out of the girl beneath you. A thick white stream of cum leaks out of Dayeon when you pull out, and you fall to her side, between your two partners for the night.

“Daddy, we should do this again.” Hikaru is the first to cuddle up with you. She wraps an arm around you as she snuggles close.

Dayeon follows almost instantly, and she gives you a soft kiss on the cheek when she shifts in to cuddle you too.

“Next time, I want to be carried like Hikaru was, okay?”

#kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #male reader #kep1er smut #kepler smut #dayeon smut #hikaru smut

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U + Me in my crib Take another sip 🪼⋆｡° ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

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A Keplian Rocket

Male Reader x Ezaki Hikaru, Huening Bahiyyih, Seo Youngeun, Kang Yeseo

Length: 1554 words*

222 words for Hikaru,

333 words for Bahiyyih,

444 words for Youngeun,

555 words for Yeseo

Tags: sudden switcheroo, supernatural randomness, cruel edging, anal, mating press, fingering, anal missionary, blowjob, 69, face fuck, oral sex, pussy eating, stand and carry, spanking, creampie?

TW: this is so random wtf

(A/N: I'm trying some stuff. Something like this can never work IRL, but in this realm, it's possible alright. I'm experimenting, I hope you like it. Pure, straightforward (?) smut.)

“This rocket has four stages. You ready to start?”

“Ah, my tiny ass!”

Hikaru is incredibly loud. It amazes you that her tiny body can produce sounds like that. Ever since you plunged your cock into her well-lubed butthole, she’s been screaming nonsense. Time to shut her up with your tongue. With the same vigor which you use to destroy her ass, you tongue-fuck her mouth silly. Drool spills out on both sides and onto her bed.

“Tryin’ to make your roommates envious?” you ask with a mischievous grin, Hikaru shakes her head.

“Ju-just, your cock is too big!”

You pull out and pull apart. Her hole is gaping, open wide because you can’t stop yourself. Everytime you see Hikaru, your need to ruin her skyrockets. Place your thumb on the puckered ring, it clenches.

“Such a needy little thing~” you giggle and pat the short, black hair, all messy from your constant fucking.

“I need to cum on it, my ass—” Hikaru bites her lips and suppresses a scream when you stick your finger in her tight cunt.

“Then spread your ass for me. Show me how flexible you are.”

You fold Hikaru further down. Her small frame is perfect for a mating press, the position you want to breed her ass in. Your finger inside her pussy goes crazy, your thrusts become frantic, to the point where she explodes—

“222, change!”

Same position, but the girl is much bigger now. Her beautiful face looks like she is in a lot of pain—no surprise. After all, you're stretching both her insides and outsides. She is not nearly as flexible as Hikaru, so you go easy and let her tall body stretch out on the bed.

“I-I never had a pe-penis th-there before,” Bahiyyih stutters when you retrieve your cock from her formerly virgin butthole.

“I’m sorry, did it hurt,” you gently ask and caress her bare thigh. Her body is something to behold.

“N-not as much as my legs! You almost broke me in half,” she laughs and cutely sniffles. “B-but I’d try it again.”

“What would you try again? Tell me, Bahiyyih, I want to hear it in your words~”

The girl hides behind timid hands, her request not at all timid; absolutely lewd to be exact. Your cock twitches when one of those hands reaches for it, strokes it up and down a couple of times, before she finally says it.

“I-I want it in my ass again.”

Wordlessly, you spread her legs, giving her time to adjust on the mattress. Bahiyyih takes a pillow for under her head, but immediately also uses it to muffle her whines when you ease yourself into her tight asshole. You see her toes curl cutely with every inch you make disappear in her, not yet bottoming out and instead kissing her nose.

“Wow, you take me very well,” you comment and rub along her well-toned thighs. “May I?”

A soft nod. She looks adorable, a young doll you should be careful with. Nonetheless, you plunge into her, a bit too fast, your cock filling her halfway when she suddenly throws an arm around you. Bahiyyih’s mouth is wide agape, a scream, a moan stuck somewhere down that pretty mouth—you force both out with a hard thrust.

“You take me so good, fuck.”

Bahiyyih becomes loud and silly on your cock. her asshole twitching, her orgasm impending—

“333, change!”

Smaller, tighter. Her lips are quivering, pain and shock in her eyes. No one has ever stretched her ass this wide, been this deep inside her. She can barely handle it. Her pointy fingernails with the pink polish dig into your nape, the sting enough for you to back off.

“Ah, sorry, Youngeun,” you groan. “Didn’t know you were—”

“I-it’s too much. Please, pull it out?”

Of course you follow her request. Everything to make that small face beam with anything but discomfort. Youngeun breathes a deep sigh of relief, the monstrous cock only resting on her brown ring now. Still, there is a desperate need in your eyes and you can’t help but rub your rod over her heat.

“What now?” you think out loud.

“You could use my mouth,” Youngeun thinks out louder, an unmistakable request, and it becomes true when she lays down underneath you, pushes your legs apart and covers your balls in saliva. Feel her quickly switch from on to the other, not leaving any wrinkle uncovered. Suddenly, she tries to fit them both past her crimson lips.

“I don’t think it will fit,” you laugh and rub along the sides of the nude body below you.

“But they are so tasty.” Youngeun pouts, a seal around your sac.

“Let’s see if you are equally tasty~”

You lean down, reach underneath Youngeun’s small butt and pull her towards your mouth. You’ve never seen a pussy twitch so greedily with your tongue inches away; keeping it waiting would serve her right, but goddammit, you got to pay her back.

The young girl flinches at your first contact with her sex, her breathing becomes ragged, her moans inevitable, unless she starts to act. The easiest way to achieve that is to make this a true 69 and get your large dick in her mouth. Although it looks scary compared to her hands, she does not hesitate to get the cockhead on her lips.

Now it’s your turn to flinch at Youngeun’s first contact with your glans. Unlike her however, you want to groan on her pussy, which you start to thoroughly pleasure from clit to perineum with all of your mouth. At the same time, you cannot reject the invitation to her hot orifice and start to fuck into it. It’s like a pussy for you, mimicking the well-known sounds perfectly.

In your haze you at first don’t notice Youngeun’s silky-smooth thighs wrapping around your head. Her climax is on the horizon, so you thrust down hard a single time, your balls crashing in front of her nose. Your weight, your cock both suffocate her as she trembles and gushes right—

“444, change!”

Yeseo coughs and gags to the point where your dick-controlled mind shuts down in favor of reason and the fear of possible disaster. The regret of your cock now getting cold vanishes the moment you see those round orbs and this somehow even rounder face. Yeseo is undeniably beautiful, even when black, mascara filled tears tumble down her face in a fading stream.

“We can stop if you don’t want to continue,” you say when Yeseo interrupts the brief silence with another cough. Poor thing, you could just pat her short, indigo hair the whole day with no sinful thought crossing your mind.

“It’s better already,” Yeseo reassures and sits down before you. “And no, I don’t want us to stop. Looks like your little friend right here doesn’t want to stop either.” The back of her hand brushes along the top of your slick shaft. You hold back the urge to throw your head back.

“It’s not small, it’s av—”

“It definitely isn’t small, so it can’t go in my mouth.”

Yeseo lunges at you, a bit out of nowhere, almost toppling your significantly larger body, then she peppers you with sloppy kisses while you get to feel her supple breasts press onto your chest. It’s a well-oiled instinct at this point that your hands reach for her ass; there is just too much to hold onto, you can’t resist.

“Good thing I have better holes.” Her smile is lewd now. Strange. It seemed so innocent mere seconds ago.

“Then why don’t we—”

You stand up, firmly grabbing her ass. Yeseo is wrapped around your body. A couple of heavy steps and you find a mirror, your gateway to see what your hands have been exploring. Yeseo’s magnificent butt, not the biggest, but the firmest, with a great shape and perfect for—

“—do it how you like it, butt girl?”

“I-I’m not a butt girl—ah!”

—getting imprints of your hand onto it. You don’t just spank it once, but twice, each cheek deserves your full attention after all. You imagine the short ripple across them to be infinite, extending, coming back, repeating, but in the end, you’ll have to do that. First of all, you have to use her hole.

Yeseo reaches in between her legs for your cock. Looking back over her shoulder, she uses the mirror to guide you to the promised land, her wet cavern, where pussy juice and your cum flow freely. You notice a couple of unsuspected hairs. A moment of hesitance when you touch her entrance.

“I’m so-sorry,” Yeseo mumbles, totally embarrassed. “I had no time to shave.”

“I don’t care,” you groan and she glides down. Yeseo gasps, hands in your hair. You move her back and forth, finding the perfect angle, then start to thrust up into her like into fleshlight. “Hair, no hair, doesn’t matter. I love you regardless.”

“I-I love you too!” Yeseo screams and it’s like she sucks you in deeper. Bottom out in her, give her bottom good smacks, make sure to admire her round face and round ass in unbroken repetition. You piston like an engine, your lust the gasoline. Yeseo makes sure to keep you lubricated.

“Too fast, I’m close,” she sweetly moans. Her tight pussy gets warmer as you lovingly bite her cheek, ready to combust when she does—

“555, the end!”

“This rocket is cruel. Ready to go again, though?”

#kpop smut #female idol smut #girl group smut #male reader insert #male reader smut #kep1er smut #kepler smut #kep1er hikaru smut #kep1er bahiyyih smut #kep1er youngeun smut #kep1er yeseo smut #yeseo smut #youngeun smut #bahiyyih smut #hikaru smut

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Xiaoting x male reader - F*ck Practice, F*ck me instead

You woke up to the sun beaming down your my face and Ting on your chest, sleeping deeply,

And very loudly to say the least.

The last thing you could remember was being very drunk at a party and Ting having to walk you home,

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It was around 2:00 in the morning and it felt like the party could go on forever, But you wouldn't last till 3, You were drunk as hell and could barely walk nor talk.

But all that mattered to you was that you could still see and hear and that's all that you cared about.

But to Ting, You looked like a drunk piece of mess that couldn't walk by himself. She could barely focus on partying without turning her back to look at you.

What made her reach her limit was you asking for yet another drink to wash down the other hundred bottles you already drank.

After saying bye to her friends, she walked over to you, made you stand up, put your arm on her shoulder, and supported you while walking back to your dorm.

You could barely register what was happening as the ringing in your ear didn't stop and you couldn't even see properly.

After reaching your dorm, Ting reached into your pockets snd dug out your keys.

After laying you down on your bed, Ting grabbed her bag and was about to walk out when you grabbed her hand,

"Stay Ting, Please".

"Fine, Only to make sure you don't die in your sleep".

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And here you were, Ears still ringing and your vision still horrible but at least you had Ting by your side.

After staring at the ceiling for 20 minutes m, you realized how shit you smell and slowly crawled out of bed while trying not to wake Ting up.

Your plan was unsuccessful as Tong almost woke up instantly as you stood up.

"Morning Ting", you said while waving at her.

"What time is it Y/n?"

You looked at the clock, "1:35, why?"

Ting looked shocked and you couldn't help but giggle at her reaction.

"Did we really sleep for that long?!"

"Yeah, I guess so. Anyways Imma take a shower. Feel free to whatever you want as long as it's not illegal", you said while grabbing a pair of clothes and waved.

You assumed that she'd just end up leaving, so you left the bathroom door unlocked.

You took off your clothes and hopped inside the shower.

The first thing you did was put on shampoo and clean your body.

You heard a door close but you assumed it was Ting leaving, But oh how wrong you were.

You continued your shower session, which included a lot of lip syncing to songs and whistling.

After almost finishing your shower, all that was left was too put on your conditioner.

You grabbed your conditioner but heard something behind you.

"Let me see it, I can put it on your hair for you".

"Okay thanks, here", You passed the conditioner to whoever was behind you, not knowing who was behind you.

It wasn't until after a couple of seconds that you realized that someone else was in the shower with you.

You turned around in shock to see Tong standing there with a smile.

"What are you doing here?!" You shouted in confusion.

"What? You were going to hog all the hot water so I might as well be in here as well", She said while Squirting some conditioner on her hand,

"Now turn around so I can Put conditioner on your hair"

You did as she said and she applied the conditioner on your hair.

Her smooth and silky fingers ran through your hair as she thoroughly made sure every strand of hair was lathered in Conditioner.

After a couple minutes Ting sprayed water on your hair and gave you the conditioner,

"Here, now do my hair"

"O-Okay", you nervously responded as you squirted some conditioner on your hand.

You couldn't help but look down at her beautiful round ass.

She could obviously tell what you were looking at so she purposely dropped a brush and bent down to pick it up.

"Like what you see Y/n~"

"W-What, I don't know what you're talking about, now stand still so I can put the conditioner on your hair", You regretfully said.

You thoroughly went through her hair, but you couldn't really concentrate as she was purposely standing in a way where her ass was touching your legs and partly your member.

After thoroughly scrubbing the conditioner, you sprayed water over hair and washed the conditioner off.

"There, happy?"

"Very, But you know what else looks happy?"

She was obviously talking about your member as it was basically rock hard.

"I think your just talking nonsense Ting", You said and turned around to turn the water off.

Ting then hugged you from behind,

"Come on, let's have some fuuunnn, don't you want to know how it feels to have sex with a kpop star?"

"No, Besides you have practice today, what if you're late?"

"Fuck Practice! Id Rather have sex with you then go to practice!"

"No Ting, Your going to practice, I don't want to be the cause for you being late because you want to fuck".

You put on boxers and handed a towel to Xiaoting while still arguing,

"And? like I said, fuck practice, and Stop turning me down Y/n! I'm older than you so you should listen to your elders!"

"Your only half a month older than me? And right now your acting like immature brat!"

You walked to your room while

"Yeah, a brat that wants to have sex with you! Come on Y/n, it won't take that long!"

"I refuse to believe you, last time you told me that it wouldn't take long you missed your whole practice session and your company were on your ass for missing!"

You were about to put on pants when Ting pushed you onto the bed,

"Yeah well it wasn't my fault you wouldn't let mw ride you! If you didn't refuse I wouldn't have missed practice! So now you owe me!"

"I don't owe you shit! And you were still toing to miss practice without arguing! I'm not having sex with you Ting!"

"Why! Is it because you fucking hate my guts?!

"What?! I never said anything about hating your guts, besides if I hated you when we first met I wouldn't have been Rearranging Your guts in the first place!"

Ting climbed on top of you while pulling down your boxers,

"So then lets have sex Y/n! I promise it won't take that long", she begged.

You knew that it would take that long, but this argument would go nowhere if you kept arguing with her.

You knew she'd miss practice but if she wanted you that bad then you'll let her have you.

*exhale* "Okay fine, bug if you miss practice that'll be your fault Ting".

"I won't, besides you won't last long with someone like me~"

"Just cause your an idol that doesn't mean your automatically better at fucking someone Ting".

"Shush, let me handle this", she said as she slowly stroked your member.

Her speed slowly increased as she started spitting on your member.

She took a deep breath before taking your member whole.

It was a sight to see as you couldn't handle but moan at her actions.

Her gagging made you feel like you're in heaven.

She pulled back while gasping for air,

"Geez I don't remember your dick being this

big Y/n~".

You pug your hand on Ting, and after getting the okay signal, you started face fucking Ting. Her gagging made you move faster knowing that every time you hit the back of her throat with your member that you were about to blow your load inside her throat.

You started feeling a bit lightheaded, but nonetheless you kept face fucking Ting.

Looking at Ting, and her face covered in saliva and her eyes asking to be ruined.

The harder you face fucked Ting, the closer you were to your limit.

You felt your member twitching and realized you were about to blow your load inside her throat.

"Ah, Ting Your so fucking tight ah! I'm about to cum!"

And after a few seconds, you released your load into Ting's tight throat, You kept your member in her mouth for a minute before pulling out.

Ting immediately started gasping for air, showing how hard you fucked her mouth,

"Geez Y/n You really liked that didn't you, But now it's my turn~"

And with a swift spin, Ting was now on top of you.

"I've been waiting to do this since forever~"

adjusting yourself, you knew Ting was about to ride you hard, this was one of her biggest fantasies ever since you two started dating.

Ting started hovering above your member, slowly teasing it before slowly inserting herself into you.

She slowly slid herself while moaning the whole way.

When she reached the end of your member, that's when she started thrusting.

Moans escaping left and fight, as you two couldn't contain your emotions.

The more ting kept riding you the more you felt lightheaded.

You knew how ferocious ting could get and how much stress she had.

And know she was unloading all that stress on you.

Ting’s riding became more powerful as her ass smacking your lap increasingly became louder and so did her moans.

You tried you best to stop her moans and riding from getting to loud but there was no stopping Ting when she’s about to reach her climax.

To sort of neutralize the noise, you started making out with her, trying your best to mute out the loud moans coming from her.

“Mmm~, Fuck! Y/n! Im about to fucking cum! ah!”

And with one last, powerful, thrust, Both of you simultaneously orgasmed.

You spewed loads of your cum inside of her, Overfilling her, causing dome of your liquids to spill out of her vagina.

All you could do was stare at her and admire her body,

“One more round?”

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Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader x Male Friend Smut

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Okay, to begin with: one could say Xiaoting’s a little pent up. Just a little is what she'd like to say, for the sake of everyone around her, but with the way things are going, she might as well be flat-out enraged. Fucking unhinged, if you will. She’s a nudge away from screaming and wrecking everything everywhere all at once, all over the place.

The problem? Well, it's not an easy answer. But this is the short one: it's not at all fun being kept in the company building to practice more even after they've replayed the comeback song more times than she can count on her fingers. There's a one, a two, and a one, two, three—

Cue the music!

(Yeah, that wasn't a particularly short answer.)

"So, I was thinking…" hums Yujin, sedentary beside her and with a head on her shoulder.

Every bone in Xiaoting’s body is on fire after the rehearsals. But: "What is it?"

See, it's been a rough day, but not too rough that she's going to take it all out on her best friend. No matter what happens, she is and always will remain an angel to Yujin. Nothing more, nothing less. They're practically sisters with how much time they've spent together. She guesses she should return the favor of friendship in her own little way.

Here's how it is with her and Yujin as of present: they're in the practice room, and it's quiet. The rest of the group have emptied the place out and the two of them are alone. This is usually the time Xiaoting and she catch up with each other; there isn't much time to do that in between packed schedules, but since then she’s formed quite a friendship with her bandmate, and she’s determined to keep it strong.

Yujin taps her chin cutely. "Are the CCTVs' audio on?"

Xiaoting raises a brow. A smile, however, settles for the first time on her face. "Choi Yujin," she says, both seriously and kiddingly, "what the hell are you planning now?"

"Language.”

“The girls—"

"—aren't here," Yujin fills the blanks in for her with her signature eye smile. "Exactly, thank you for bringing that up. They can't join us when we go there."

She blinks, not catching on. "Go where?"

The older girl pushes two index fingers together. "I may or may not have negotiated with the manager," she says slyly, "and we may or may not have a day-off tomorrow."

Genuine and grateful shock filters into Xiaoting’s Bambi-wide eyes. The sides of her mouth twitch, and she realizes it’s a smile. It takes news like this to bring out a big, giddy one from her. It's the right news at the perfect time.

(No, it can't be merely called news—it's a blessing. The universe is finally kind to her. Maybe it doesn't deserve the endless curses she's thrown at it after rough days, when it's chosen to bear the weight of the sky on her.

Xiaoting, however, is fantastic at holding grudges.)

"You're kidding!" says Xiaoting happily. Her hands grip Yujin's shoulders, and now she's got the girl swaying to and fro driven by her own excitement. Force is something she doesn't relent, so Yujin's forced to bear the calamity of her happiness with the repeated rocking. “Yujin unnie, oh my god, you’re the best!”

"Calm down!" she chides with a giggle, but the girl's energy only goes up.

"We've got to go somewhere! Somewhere fancy, Yujin unnie, somewhere like a… a…"

What could be the perfect place to go for a day-off? The two of them have already gone to a massage therapist, as well as blown money on massive shopping sprees. That film screening’s crossed out, too. Now, with all of those boxes checked, they need a new one to add to the list.

"A hot spring," Yujin declares rather than suggests, a cheeky grin on her face. Seems like she’s been scheming about a day-off for more than a while. "We're going to, like, a super private hot spring. It’s really exclusive, so even if people recognize us, we’ll be fine. Privacy is one of the reasons why it’s got five stars on Google reviews.”

Xiaoting leans back into the mirror and thinks about it. A private hot spring? No need to think if people would see her or not? It sounds too good to be true. She loves being an idol despite the schedules and cramped day-offs, but it definitely won’t hurt to be able to be herself where it won’t matter. It would drain the stress from her life even for just a little while.

Who knows? She might even make some new friends.

“I’m in!”

Well, someone isn't, but that's how the story goes.

“Isn’t this kind of like nepotism?”

The creases on your clothes don’t smooth out by themselves. You guess you shouldn’t have procrastinated ironing them, especially now that you’re bringing them along for a trip. Look over at your friend's luggage and see that his clothes aren’t that perfect either, which comforts a much more unprioritized concern.

“Dude,” he sighs as he folds his clothes into organized (or at least, as organized as they can be) places inside his luggage bag, “do you even know what nepotism means?”

He got you. You make a sigh of your own, too; your main concern being the whole vacation thing is rather odd. It really shouldn’t be when it’s a promise of a good time, food served limitlessly, and the waves always there to crash on a tired soul, but it still sets you off.

What could be the reason for your gut feeling? You haven’t been able to figure out why. All you know is that if Lee weren’t your friend, you’d have refused to go. You would have fought not to go, but your circumstances are different, hence the clothes scattered along the carpeted floor of his room and the unzipped luggage carry-ons.

Your belongings sit side by side in your bag. Your earphones are tangled strings and your clothes are wrinkled; they don’t want to go either, apparently. They all yearn for home, just like you are, even if you’re just in the packing stage of the trip.

Maybe they’ve got little introverted souls of their own.

“No,” you admit. Your back slumps. “It just… it just doesn’t seem fair, y'know."

“Who cares?” Lee says, in his usual, laid-back manner. It’s the thing that made the two of you close friends in the first place, but right now, it’s interfering with helping him understand your situation. Pity. “Lin works there, so it isn’t exactly a privilege. He works his ass off, and since he’s been a long-time employee, we get to stay there for free. Isn’t it neat?”

Lee looks at you with an expression that prods you to agree, but you don’t budge. It’s kind of funny how you refuse to enjoy a free connections-caused vacation when your morals are already fucked up as is, but when you believe in something, you don’t really back down easily.

Is that a good trait? Not exactly; it has its fair share of bad days.

“What about people who lose a booking spot because of us?”

“Fuck them, man,” Lee says nonchalantly, waving a hand in the air. “I’m going to have fun, and nothing can ruin that for me.”

How you’re friends with someone who’s your complete opposite, you’ve no idea. But you like Lee—he’s been there for you when no one wanted to be, and you owe more to him than an agreement to a vacation. If that’s the case, why couldn’t you just go?

You say nothing. You don’t know what else to say anyway. Any more words from you might dig a deeper hole than you’ve already dug, so you choose to be silent. Sometimes it’s better to keep your mouth shut than explain yourself.

“Hey,” he suddenly says, a softer melody to his tone now. “I’m sorry. I know you’re not too happy about going out, so if you want to back out, it’s totally fine with me. No hard feelings.”

You know he’s just trying to be kind, as anyone would, but his words tell you anything but not to go. Thing is, you don’t like being a burden on his back. On anyone’s back for that matter. Maybe it’s time to dip your toes out of your comfort zone and just dive headfirst into doing it. The whole thing would be over sooner than you’d think.

"I guess I'm in," you say. No going back now.

"I fucking love you, man!" Lee cheers, throwing his arms around you.

You have to admit you're smiling. Stifle it, but the creases of happiness get your cheeks unable to form a disguise. Decide not to hide it anymore (because who the fuck are you kidding anyway?) and return to packing.

In a slightly better mood, you fold one graphic shirt over the other, and ask, "What's the hype about the place anyway?"

"Well," Lee explains, "it's a hot spring. It's where celebrities, idols—all the hot people, basically—go for a vacay."

"Does that make us hot people then?" you wonder out loud. It's worth the question.

"You are a good-looking dude. I'd definitely tap that."

"Thanks." An embarrassingly lengthy beat. "Wait, what—"

"They pay really good, too," Lee goes on as if nothing happened. "That's why Lin likes working there. It has unlimited portions of dinner and a big buffet at night. The water's really warm, too, so you're not gonna shiver when you get in."

"Ah. Well,” shrug matter-of-factly, “it is a hot spring."

He smirks. "You don't get it, do you? The water there is perfect for external detoxifying. That's where Nayeon goes to get perfect skin."

There he goes again. Lee’s the type of person to be too in the know of every piece of celebrity gossip out there. That quality of his goes up when it’s about his favorite idol, Im Nayeon.

"You're too in love with her," you scoff.

"We have a connection, is all."

"A parasocial one at that."

"One more word out of you," Lee says, voice full of warning, "and you're banned from my house and the hot spring."

You chuckle. Lee's quite sensitive when it comes to Nayeon. You wonder if there would be a point in your life wherein you'd obsess over an idol, too, just like he is. Perhaps a few months from now?

(A day from now?)

"Oh, come on," you protest. Zip up your bag and shove it over to Lee. "It's not my fault you genuinely believe Nayeon's your girlfriend!"

"I don't, what the fuck."

"Then why do you want to go to the hot spring so badly? Think you can meet her there?" Put on a mocking voice. "Think you can marry her and have seven children with her?"

Lee glowers and gives you the finger. Gives you the finger on the other hand, too. Shoves the two raised middles into your face. "Fuck you, man."

Your heart feels lighter after teasing him. It just so happened that all it takes for you to agree is the classic ol' nagging. God knows you're good at that.

Your mind changed, see? It’s all going according to plan—you and Xiaoting have to meet somehow.

Xiaoting's happy that they're going to use the trailer. She knows it might attract attention, considering that a photo of her girl group is literally painted on the outer walls of the vehicle, but if the world sees fit, maybe people would assume it's a normal trailer with a fan-funded ad.

Besides, it's better than her manager's tight old car.

"We've got this place all to ourselves," Yujin says in her usual cheerful voice. She’s opted to go donning a lavender set of pajamas. Xiaoting chooses to wear a denim skirt and a t-shirt. "Which seat will it be, Ting?"

She scans the place. There are aisles and aisles of empty seats, all mantled with transparent plastic. There's a bathroom in the far end (essential after they eat some nice burgers on the road) and a television mounted at the very front of the trailer (gotta know what happens in the next episode of Running Man, after all).

Ultimately, they choose to sit near the doors. She suggests that they each occupy two seats opposite each other for comfort. Her friend agrees, thinking nothing of it. They both settle into their seats with pillows pressed to the trailer walls and the night sky watching their trip.

Would it watch if she decided to look at porn right now? Would the stars lose their shine after seeing the kinks she’s particularly into?

Oh, she knows it's risky, but she's got her headphones with her, hanging 'round her neck like an accessory. Yujin and the driver won't be disturbed that way. And she’s got mobile data, too. If they ever check the Wi-Fi router history, they’d know nothing about her secrets. At least, she doesn't think so.

She bites her lip. Yujin's still awake, so she has to hold out for a few more minutes.

"Isn't it nice getting to go out once in a while?" Yujin asks. She sighs dreamily as she looks out at the passing roads. The moon gleams in the reflection in her eyes. "It’s been a while since we went on a road trip. Not that fun when cameras are around."

Xiaoting's thighs squirm together. She's too horny for small talk with her. Her hands and eyes remain locked on her phone, where a video of a woman with spread legs between two anonymous men waits. She wants to watch it already, to imagine that it’s her body they’re using. She wants to sink her fingers deep in her own cunt and fuck herself into a quiet yet violent orgasm. She needs it more than she could say, but Yujin’s still there, waiting for a response.

“Ting-ah,” Yujin calls out, looking at her with eyes full of expectation. She’s confused; Xiaoting is quiet, but not so much that her responses are nonexistent. Something must be wrong. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah.” Does she dare…? Xiaoting hopes the dark night covers her hand, which edges down to her covered core. She bites her lip to muffle the moany sound of her breath catching on a hook. “We deserve this. Let’s hope the girls aren’t jealous.”

“They’re going to stay at Disneyland,” replies the leader. “If anything, we’re the ones who should be jealous.”

Xiaoting finds her clit and rubs at it softly with the tip of her finger. Her thighs instinctually lock her wrist in place. The heat gathers at her bundle of nerves and spreads to the rest of her body. She’s too turned on, and the thought of Yujin or the driver finding out that she’s touching herself both frightens and excites her. At times, her wrist stops its choreographed motions, hesitance riddling its veins, but goes against it with a pace even she can’t keep up with.

“Xiaoting? Earth to Shen Xiaoting?”

“Ah,” she responds, but it’s more induced by her fingers drawing number 8s on her nub rather than an apologetic answer. Xiaoting’s cheeks and ears turn red. “Yeah, Disneyland. They’re younger anyway, so I’d guess they’d like… that.”

Yujin peers at her closely. Her eyes squint but fail to catch on to her groupmate’s hand which now starts to fuck her fingers into her tight hole. “Are you okay?”

Xiaoting is more than okay. She’s blissful, and she’s not using the term loosely, mind you; her wetness practically floods her panties. They slicken the pads of her fingers and drive them through deeper places in her needy cunt. No matter how hard she tries to relax in order for her fingers to intrude her hole more, she still desperately clenches down. It’s humiliating how hard and sensitive her nipples have become even without them being directly touched.

Her hips sway in what she prays is a subtle dance. She looks out the window and nods. She’s a little afraid to speak. What if her words end up becoming garbled moans? Would it matter if they do? How high is the possibility of her saying something like please please let me touch myself, I’ll be a good girl, don’t make me stop I’ve been so good?

Yujin eventually lets the matter rest and melts into sleepful rest herself. It’s either she has an idea of what Xiaoting is doing and doesn’t care enough to pry, or has no idea at all and decides to leave it be for both of their sakes. Her head leans on the window pane where her sleep-ridden eyelids reflect.

Once Xiaoting ensures that her eyes are completely shut, she connects her headphones to her phone. Her mind’s so addled by lust that the clicking of buttons necessary to wire the sound matches the speed of light. She hits the play button, waiting eagerly for the video with the hand between her legs.

One of the men teases the woman’s tiny slit with his cock, making the actress toss her head back and bite her lip. Xiaoting’s mouth waters at how big the rod is, and suddenly it’s not lust much anymore but wishfulness. She wants to be fucked as good as she could be, and it can’t easily be solved with watching pornography. For now, though, she settles with teasing her clit with the same rhythm one of the male pornstars is performing on the passive woman.

Her heart aches with want. As she watches him penetrate her while his partner fucks her mouth, she teases herself. Her breaths break through her nostrils while her fingers rub up and down between her drenched folds. She dips her middle digit inside her clenched hole, and she has to gather her strength not to moan unabashedly right then and there. The power of imagination reaches beyond excellence, and right now she’s imagining that she’s in the same position as the porn actress: having both her upper and downer lips fucked at the same time.

“Fuck,” she whispers. It’s a thin little word, barely creating any sound, but she still looks at Yujin out of paranoia. Upon finding that she remains asleep, she continues fucking herself. The sides of her fingers clash with her velvety walls to rub and stimulate them. Her wrist bumps her clit, increasing the pleasure of the experience.

Her pussy’s closed tightly around her fingers, as if telling them to go on or they’ll be trapped here doing it forever. Soon, she has to lift her hips too to mash them with her hand. Xiaoting’s filling herself over and over again, and her risque little self-love session is amplified with the dirtiest of thoughts. She thinks how badly she wants to be used, to be treated like the good girl she’s willing to ditch her whole persona to be. She ponders on how good it would feel if her holes were to be filled with cock and fingers and cum, and the way it would never stop even after she’s spent. She guarantees that’s the part that makes her excited the most.

Soon, she’s lost in her own dream. This isn’t exactly a dream slumber would stumble across, but it’s perfect—it’s an imaginary land where she’s given what she wants. What she wants just so happens to be fucked. That’s how simple it is. She’d appreciate nothing more than to have her body rubbed and touched, to have her holes spread to their limits and taken in a way that’s almost inconsiderate.

It's a fantasy she has, in fact, of being screwed by two people at once. She’s read the explicit fictional stories horny fans on the internet write about her, but she’s chosen to enjoy them rather than report them to her agency. They get some parts right: she wants to be fucked, she’s constantly on edge, and would love to have her sexual dreams fulfilled. The problem here is that there’s no one to make them come true for her; she has to stick with overused words in old fanfiction site posts and her fingers.

The two men’s symphony of moas draw wetter strings of lubrication from her cunt. It’s as if the video were an actual critically acclaimed movie with how much she’s hooked onto it. She imagines the best she could that it’s her ass that fat cock is going into, her mouth that’s being ruined, her clit that’s being rubbed. She wants it all more than anything.

“Please,” she says. Her legs cross and her voice strains to be allowed to scream. “Fuck me, use me, pound me… ‘lmost there…”

Xiaoting shuts her eyes and lets the sounds get to her: the clashing of skin, the wet squelching sounds that are either coming from her pussy or the pornstar’s, the male and female moans alike. She pumps faster, and she’s chasing her high like a starved hunter for prey. She’s chasing after it, grasping it—

“Cumming!”

The shock settles in before she squirts all over the seat. The worst thing is that she’s not able to stop the stream of girl cum coming from her pussy despite her hand halting its movements. She can’t take back her words either. Someone definitely heard that.

“Ting-ah,” says a drowsy Yujin. She lifts her head off the window and squints through blurred vision to try and make out what happened. “Did someone say anything?”

“Yes… ah, no.” Xiaoting thanks goodness that her voice isn’t brittle anymore. “I think I just, uh, spilled my water.”

“Oh. Want me to help you clean it up?”

“It’s, it’s fine,” Xiaoting declines politely and waves her off.

(Fuck, she wasn’t supposed to dismiss her with that hand! Luckily, she explained the reason for the wetness just now. She just hopes the atmosphere doesn’t stink of fluids and cum.)

Still, long after the girl drifts off to sleep again, Xiaoting discovers that it isn’t enough. She could have the most head-numbing orgasms known to woman, but they still won’t feel as good when they’re not drawn out of her by someone else.

So, what should she do?

Planes are the closest thing to the Devil incarnate. Whose idea was it to throw people into the sky where they could disappear with the wrong turn? It’s bad enough on the ground, but when you’re talking about being in the sky where the weather can pull you down without effort, the danger makes your skin crawl more.

So, when Lee told you that he booked two seats on a plane to get to the infamous hot spring, (the time of the explanation conveniently being when you were already miles from home in the goddamned car), you freaked out. That’s the lightest way you can put it.

“What the fuck do you mean we’re getting on a plane?” you ask, trying to keep your voice at a level wherein the taxi driver won’t hear your toddler-like complaints.

“Are you serious?” your friend fires back, although his title as a friend would have withered instantly if not for your genuine admiration for the guy. “It’s in Seoul, what did you expect us to do? Walk like twenty-thousand miles to get there?”

You let out a little hoarse laugh and clap your hands together sarcastically. Taking theater in high school has seriously influenced your ways. “You know I hate heights, Lee! Oh, and what a great argument you have there: using that White Chicks song to defend yourself. Really mature.”

“That’s A Thousand Miles, you moron!” Lee punches your shoulder. “I already booked a flight, so you either go through or go home. Deal with it.”

You’d have chosen the latter, but you really don’t want to drag your heavy bags home. The roads have been crossed and the wheels have rolled—you can’t back out now. It would break the whole puzzle from the first jigsaw piece to the last.

Besides, you did tell yourself that it was time to step out of your comfort zone. It would take blocking out flashbacks of when the plane made an emergency landing back when you were four years old and on a family trip, but no one promised that it would be easy.

The driver flashes the two of you dirty looks. You and Lee immediately take the hint to calm down and save the conversation for later.

Entering the airport and discovering that the drop-off place is underground reminds you of the second closest thing to the Devil incarnate: the cursed invention that is the elevator.

Choose any elevator out there: an office elevator, a Barbie dreamhouse rope-controlled one, or the other unholy name they take up which is “lift.” Whatever and wherever doesn’t matter. You hate all of them equally, the contempt in your heart going out for each one that exists. It doesn’t matter which form they transform into. You will always hate them with every piece of your soul.

It just turns out that perhaps your overly paranoid gut feelings were right this time, for today, you experience the worst of not one, but two hells of your worst fears.

“You know,” say out loud as you suspiciously examine every cramped corner of the elevator, “I have to start saying no sometimes. I don’t need this, man.”

Lee scoffs. “You say ‘no’ all the time.” He tracks the numbers going up on the little screen above the elevator buttons. “You should actually start doing the opposite.”

Once again, guilt runs through your blood like a drug. It definitely won’t be a recreational one; you realize through it that all your life, you’ve sheltered yourself in a bubble where no discomfort could ever pop in and welcome itself into your home. It’s carried on into adulthood and, like that of an irritating intrusive thought, won’t leave. It’s a painful discovery, and you don’t want to think about it more.

The elevator seems to shrink around you. You can only think of how there would be the plane to not look forward to as well, and you feel even sicker.

One step at a time, buddy. One step at a time.

The gray doors part and welcome you to a floor of marble, promotional tarpaulins that hang from the high ceiling, and lots of people. You release a breath of relief.

“Look, I’m sorry, man,” says Lee. He rolls his luggage out of the claustrophobia-causing nightmare and shrugs.

It’s his second apology of the day. He tries to play it off with small smiles, but he’s obviously down. He’s never forced you to do stuff you weren’t comfortable with until now, and because of that, it’s ruining the trip. You’re ruining the trip. It hasn’t even fully begun yet.

“You don’t have to say that all the time, you know.”

“I know, but I…” He shakes his head. “I just want to have a nice vacation with my closest friend. I’m sorry if I keep pushing your limits—”

“My limits are anything that make me feel, like, even the slightest bit uncomfy,” you inform him with a small, lighthearted grin. “Don’t feel bad about it. You’re still a dick, though.”

“And you still don’t know what A Thousand Miles is.”

Scoff and walk faster. You and Lee meet each other’s gazes along the way and grin. It’s how you know everything’s going to work out.

Your wristwatch says that it's nearly one a.m.. Explains why your eyelids are heavy, but you keep going. If you persevere, the inevitable sleep on the flight would distract you from everything. Make your world lighter for just a few hours. Jetlag’'ll come around, though, but fending off flight anxiety is your main concern now.

Climbing into the plane, you find your seats. Lee calls dibs on the window seat, which you have no problem giving to him. The light clouds in the dark sky and the shining city lights beneath them all may look photogenic, but it's a far cry from fascinating to you. It's a nightmare, a complete opposite from beautiful.

"Soda or coffee?" asks the flight attendant. She's pretty—she looks like she could be the Nation's Sweetheart with her youthful face and timid yet polite smile.

(Wait…)

You don't drink either of them anyway. Soda's too carbonated, and coffee would just keep you awake. That’s the last thing you need to be. "Water, please."

"Boring," Lee says. He turns to the flight attendant. "I'll take both, if you please."

"Seat 1112, am I correct?"

"Sure are." He leans back onto the armrest and smiles.

You roll your eyes at Lee practically making heart eyes at the flight attendant. He's trying to look all cool, too. Shake your head as you drink from the water bottle the woman gave you.

"I apologize, sir, but your payment doesn't cover two drinks. May I offer you water instead?"

Water streams out of your nose. Laughs shake your chest and shoulders. The poor old lady over at the front rows looks at you curiously. A man's stifling his laughs while Lee tries to debate which party should be more embarrassed: him or you.

A fair tie?

“That was so not cool, man,” Lee grumbles. He lifts the cup full of mineral water to his lips and drinks it halfheartedly.

“Hey, not my fault you only think with your dick.”

“Whatever. Fine.” He looks at the attendant serving other people again. “She kinda looks like IU, doesn’t she?”

You tilt your head. He could be right; you might have caught a glimpse of a camera around the corner. Maybe she was doing a variety show role? And with that face looking strikingly identical with Korea’s household name, there’s a chance that his attempt to pick the Lee Jieun up was just broadcasted on live television.

Wipe your mouth. “You like IU, too, don’t you?” you ask.

Lee shrugs. “Her surname isn’t for nothing, ain’t it? She’s like my number two after Nayeon.”

“And you realize that you’re probably gonna get eaten up by her fans on Pannchoa if she’s really IU?”

“Yep,” your friend says with a nonchalant tilt of his head. “Who cares? Anybody in Korea would die to have IU in his life, or at least, someone who looks like her.”

You have a feeling that it foretells something that would change the trajectory of your lives forever. How and why, you don’t know. You guess you’ll just have to survive the flight to find out.

It takes a long time to get you to find out. The whole ride is a headache. Turbulence knocks the plane side to side, and you’re constantly bumped awake from your sleep. You’re thankful that you didn’t choose to get risky and choose the window seat. If you did, you’d have multiple fears of suddenly falling from the sky and into an ocean called the Middle of Nowhere. You try to get Lee to pull the small blinds of the window down to soothe your fears, but he’s too fascinated by how the clouds wisp and wane over the wings of the plane. He did give in to letting you use his blanket, though, so you decide that it’s okay.

Landing is a different story. Your palms feel numb after holding onto the armrests for so long. They lose color, stiffening upon the solid coping mechanism and persevering the best they can. While the others, especially the older men, clap politely after the plane meets earth again, you sit there breathless.

“Wasn’t so bad now, was it?” Lee asks. He’s clapping, too, earning the approval of an old American guy to his right.

Glower. “Fuck you."

You have to admit: it is quite a nice place. You'd say that to Lee, but you're still in a bad mood after the flight.

The hot spring lifts your spirits anyway. Small well-furnished buildings reserved for the esteemed guests (a.k.a you and Lee) stand to the side while the hot spring pools are modestly curtained. Tangled lights pepper the poles, making Christmas come early. The night pairs up with it to make shadows on the grass.

You feel like a rich man. Rich men aren’t exactly all that honest, but you’re truthful when you say that perhaps it was a good idea to join Lee on the trip.

"Now remember," Lee tells you, dressed in a pair of swimshorts like you, "the expensive places like this one separate the women from the men. So you gotta be careful."

"Sounds like my old Sunday school." Translation: easy to follow.

Sunday school also taught that greed isn’t good. That’s one thing you can’t reject because you crave for more of this place. The clear, chlorine water seeping into the grass from the brim of the pool and the large buffet set out on a long table before the hot springs all draw you closer to more than one of the seven deadly sins. You want more of this rare luxury even if you’ll bite off more than you can chew.

At least you have Lee as your partner on the highway to hell.

"All I'm saying is," he pulls back the curtain of one of the pools and gestures a welcoming hand, "be mindful 'cause—"

"Hey, what the fuck!"

You almost jump out of your flip-flops. Look around to see who screamed, then realize you have nowhere to look but forward.

There lies (swims?) your answer: a young, red-haired woman is in the warm water, glaring as she covers up her body. There's not much to cover when her exposed tight midriff already has ample show space below the bikini, but the shock in her eyes shows that there's more to this than modesty. She was doing something she never intended to be seen.

Looks like your friend didn't live up to his words about carefulness. He just invaded the women's pool. And now you're pulled into the mess and could be fined for this and that. You're already broke enough as is, so the irritableness inside you grows again.

"Oh my god," Lee says. He looks curious despite the shock on his face. Seeing this girl is like deja vu—he swears on his life he’s seen her before. "I'm so sorry. W-we, we didn't…we're sorry, miss—"

"It’s Xiaoting," the girl says. "Be careful, you almost gave me a heart attack!"

Her name rings a bell, but it’s only a light sound. You swear you’ve heard of her somewhere—that face belongs on magazines, and with the hot spring being the go-to for celebrities, there’s a big chance she’s a famous name.

Lee swallows. He sees it, too. "Is it the wrong time to say that you look just like IU?"

"Don't flatter me," Xiaoting says, though the venom in her words is suddenly stranded. Those red cheeks can't be induced by the fancy lights. "You can't just disturb a girl with her me time. Fucking leave."

Me time?

Slowly, all the pieces fall into place. You realize that the shock Xiaoting showed isn’t because of the pool regulations and restrictions about the guests, but because she’s doing something far more bold. Now you understand why her fingers, still covering her top, are wrinkled even when the red locks of her head aren’t wet.

“Oh, who am I kidding?” Xiaoting rolls her eyes. “I’ve been dying to get fucked all day.”

“What?” you ask, your voice ridden with confusion from the sudden realization.

She eyes your stomachs, quads, and faces. Her big eyes are cameras—they sweep down your body and Lee’s own with accurate focus. You suddenly feel like shrinking into a small creature just to escape the power of her stare. In one way or another, she still brings her intimidating idol persona outside of the stage.

She drops her arms from her neck and shows off the whole of her body. It’s slim yet toned, gathering the most power in her midriff lined with light abs and her thighs that look delicious even when submerged in water. The black top and bottoms hug her figure so well it’s starting to look as if she had them personally handmade and tailored to look fantastic on her.

“And those cocks,” she continues, looking at your crotches with a lick of her lips, “look perfect. Big enough to give my insides a good rearranging, you know?”

You and Lee look at each other, then back at Xiaoting. None of you expected that, even from a woman whom you assumed just masturbated in the pool. And whose name starts to sound more and more familiar.

"Are you…" you dare to ask.

"Shen Xiaoting," she replies. She's slowly stepping out of the pool. You'd die to be the water caressing her thighs. "You know Kep1er, don't you?"

Lee nods dumbly.

She smiles. "I thought so. I knew you'd recognize me after you said I looked like IU."

"For what it's worth," your friend says, stumbling on his words, "I like IU. A lot. I got to know you when, uh, fans on Twitter said you looked like her."

"Would you fuck me like you want to fuck her?"

Now he has no words to stumble on. "I… uh…"

"Your friend doesn’t look too sure,” Xiaoting says after she turns to you. Resting her head on one side, she adds, charmingly: “How about we show him the real deal? Make him give in?”

You can’t believe what she’s saying. It’s both too good and too bad to be true. The first factor to this that’s a pro and a con is that she’s an idol. Didn’t she just say that she’s from Kep1er? If one of the hot spring staff couldn’t keep their mouth shut, a scandal would spread on news sites and social media alike that Kep1er’s visual and main dancer just fucked a random guy. Two random guys if this escalates.

You can’t give in.

Xiaoting massages your shoulders.

You won’t give in.

And she runs her fingers along your chest and down to the band of your swimshorts. She pulls it down.

You shan’t give in.

Afterwards. she fishes your cock out from your gray underwear. You’re hard. She’s smiling.

You’ll never give in.

She pumps it. Her hand is as soft as it looks. The added texture from the wrinkles stimulates you more in a way that’s so fucked up it shouldn’t be allowed to happen. You bite your lip to break the moan that nearly escaped your lips.

Xiaoting drops to her knees.

You give your all.

Xiaoting kisses your tip then tickles your slit with the soft edge of her tongue. You exhale too loudly for her not to grin mischievously. Her bright eyes shouldn’t look so innocent when her full lips graze along your length, sealing at the base then harshly sucking all the way backwards. But they do, and you can’t look away.

She’s trapped you. You’re a little embarrassed at how a girl who’s only met you and knows all the risks that come with fucking you still manages to reduce you to groans because you should be the bigger person here. You should play the devil’s advocate and tell her to get away from you with her nonsense and stupidly soft lips and irritatingly beautiful face. You should push her away. Yes, she should do everything but come closer; she should—

“Fuck me,” you breathe raspily.

“‘Course I will,” Xiaoting answers with a smile that’s too pretty for her own good. She faces your friends and flashes him a quiet smile. “Jealous yet?”

“No,” Lee answers.

“Hm. I can do something about that.”

She deepthroats you, welcoming your bulge into her tight neck and letting it thrust in and out. The closeness of her airway greets you when you push, and her slick, wet mouth begs you to come back when you exit. It leaves you in a frenzy of indecisiveness—you don’t know what to choose: keep bluntly thrusting into Xiaoting’s throat or let your cockhead glide along her lips. Again, she makes you dizzy. Helpless. Weak.

“You sure know how to suck a dick,” says Lee enviously. The tightness of his shorts can’t hide his erection.

Xiaoting pulls back. “Oh, I do,” she says. “I can do two things at once, if you know what I mean.” She levels him with a schemeful stare. “I’m very good at it.”

“Fuck.”

“What’s wrong?” she asks meekly. Her bottom lip juts out, “Want me to show you?”

Whenever Lee watches Kep1er’s V-lives or variety shows, he takes Xiaoting as someone who’s silent but forgiving. But now that he’s actually met her, he finds out that she’s the type of girl who doesn’t take no for an answer. If it weren’t already obvious from her rubbing his cock over his bottoms and her mouth sucking you away, she always gets what she wants. She might like to play quiet and innocent, but it’s clear that she isn’t any of that.

“Oh fuck,” he gasps. Her palm’s soft and smooth over the sensitive flesh of his erection. “Xiao– Xiaoting… you’re so—”

“Oh, so now you want to fuck me?”

“I—uh—”

“Say it.” Xiaoting replaces her mouth on your cock with a furious, pumping hand and prods your friend on. Now she’s jerking the two of you off at the same time and leaves no second for you to breathe. “Say that you want to fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you, Xiaoting,” Lee says. He closes his eyes and hisses. “We want to fuck you so bad.”

You nod in agreement. Both of your male moans fill the air, making Xiaoting’s smile grow wider. She’s finally getting what she wants, and she’s not going to stop until it blooms to something better. She can already imagine being fucked by the two of you. She bets it’ll be better than just watching an old porn video.

The cause of the thrill is recognizable. Yujin could walk into the pool at any time and scream at the boldness, and if you and Lee weren’t trustworthy, she’d end up on the news and ruin her career. It’s the risk of being caught that quickens her jerking of your cocks, that makes her smile like never before.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” she coos. “You want to cum all for me so much it’s pathetic. But I like it, so don’t you worry. And I won’t mind if you shower me with your hot cum either, so do it.”

The pace of her hand jerking you off matches the speed of the one she’s using on Lee. Your breaths and moans mix with his, and you’re driven on by the redheaded girl nodding in encouragement. Her little nods remind you of how she took your cock so effortlessly just a few minutes ago, and you’re getting worked up again.

“Getting excited, I see,” Xiaoting remarks, noting the thrusts the two of you fire into her closed fists. “Make sure it isn’t for nothing. Cum on my face, my body, I don’t care. Just do it.”

Her soft voice is addicting; how can it pronounce such bold, dirty words while keeping the same touch of innocence to it? You don’t know what or why, but you don’t care anyway. You’re only going after the high that’s so close you can taste it. Maybe Xiaoting can taste it. You wouldn’t want anything less than that.

On the other hand, you could go for more.

On Xiaoting’s other hand, Lee erupts. She closes her eyes in delight as he paints her with his overflowing semen. Her delicate face is caked with the bold fluid when it shouldn’t be—Xiaoting’s face should only ever be used in sweet, nostalgic commercials, not blasted with cum. But it is, and on the first impact, she immediately lets her tongue stick out. It’s the lewd expression on her face while doing it that finally makes you explode on her.

A lot of it ends up on her face, but the lucky droplets slide down to her mouth. Xiaoting’s heart bursts with satisfaction at the most inappropriate of things, and this is the highest on the list of them. To be showered with cum by two anonymous men who could do anything with her if they please makes her shiver. She wants it. She wants you most of all.

And so when she gets up, she says, with a tone that warns the two of you that consequences will be consequences if you refuse: “Let’s get out of here.”

You end up in another place: her room. This day has just been setting change after setting change. You’re grateful that this one is well-furnished, though—any other bed would break if Lee had thrown Xiaoting like that on it.

She likes it, however; she props herself up on the mattress after it went on with a wide smile. It’s more seductive than it should be, and for that reason, you pull off her shorts while Lee lifts her top over her body.

You’re not usually this confident. You like to stand at the side and let everything take its course. But Xiaoting just ignites something in you. She brings out a lust-crazed animal inside you that survives by fucking her numbless.

Maybe it’s her body that’s making you this way? Her arms and waist are thin, but her thighs are fuller than you expected. You part them and discover that her pussy is the same way. Her pink, puffy lips are soaked, and you’re here to clean her up.

“Oh my god, what are you doing… ahhh!”

Xiaoting’s cry approaches a scream as you tongue her fat pussy. First, you flick her clit with a sudden expertness. Then, you latch your lips around it and give her the most powerful suction you can muster. Her wetness instantly floods your face. When she throws her head back to open her mouth, Lee comes up to make sure it’s put to good use.

“Suck me off, Xiaoting,” he tells her. “Like a good girl.”

How could she be a good girl? How could she be a well-behaved little thing when your tongue is completely ruining her, slick against her lips then wild inside her twitching hole? Xiaoting doesn’t think she can, but this is what she’s dreamed of. This is what she wanted, so she’ll go through it gladly.

Lee learns from her habits at not taking “no” for an answer and dips his hips on her face. Her lips spread and take his cock fully. She whines and tries to relax her throat to take his length, but her neck still ends up with a bulge imprinted on its flesh.

Her engorged clit experiences the best of pleasure as your lips massage it. She finally screams and bucks her hips into your face, but you hold her down by her luscious thighs. Squeeze them, then spank them. There’s an unexpected voice inside you commanding you to pepper her creamy thighs with handprints again and again. You’d love to corrupt the paleness of her soft flesh with red. Mark her that way. Tell her that she got what she wanted. You want to see her twitch and cry and moan for more, and you want to give it to her since hell, who are you to reject Shen Xiaoting?

So, you give in to the voice. Let it control you and raise your hand to her right thigh. You squeeze in time with Lee’s thrusts into her mouth. Her lower body lifts off the bed, but you pin her down again anyway. As revenge, her thighs curl around your head and keep you locked to her center. But it can’t be revenge when you relish it, can it?

“Fuck, her mouth is so fucking good,” Lee groans. His balls hit Xiaoting right in her pretty face, and she makes sure to dedicate at least a few licks to fuel his lust. “Told you this vacation was gonna be good. Getting a pretty girl to use.”

What are you even supposed to say to that? Your fears get the best of you again. You’re afraid to sound off to Xiaoting if you say the wrong word. Her pretty cunt just addles your brain that no words can be formed. They translate into actions, like pulling your lips away from her pussy and rubbing at her clit.

“Hnnnn!” Xiaoting cries. Her hips gyrate, and it’s your job again to keep her on the bed. You can’t do anything about the wet sheets, though. You can’t stop Xiaoting’s violent squirting as your rubbing at her core grows more frequent and harsh.

Lee pulls out of her mouth. A rain of white damages her face, but it’s the very storm in which she screams to the fullest. She’s tapping out, unable to handle the furious flicks at her clit. She barely has the strength to lift herself up, but she tries anyway for the purpose of seeing how her squirt flashes out from under her engorged clit, where you thumb and lick energetically.

“Fuck, fuck, I can’t!” she says, eyes not bothering to open anymore. “Please make me cum more, I can’t take it!”

Her words contrast each other, but you take the initiative to avoid stopping. You slip two fingers inside her to fill her desperate pussy and place your lips on her nub. Your rhythms are mismatched, but they’re perfect enough to make Xiaoting’s toes curl.

“Look at these pretty tits,” Lee says. He comes up from behind Xiaoting to wrap his hands fully around her small, painted chest. Pinching her nipples, he kisses her neck. “So perfect. You like this, Xiaoting?”

What other answer is truthful except for the whiny, shouted “Yes!” she replies?

Xiaoting leans back into his chest and kisses him. While Lee toys with her sensitive nipples as she screams and begs, you suck her clit harshly. It pulses between your lips. Although it’s clear you’re draining her, stopping is an impossibility. You’re high on Xiaoting, and you want to do everything but come down.

“Cum— cumming, cumming so hard!” she mumbles. Lee’s kisses on her neck rake up her sensitivity. “Please make me cum, gonna cum again, too much, please!”

As she promised, your mouth is filled again with her sweet nectar. You could live on it; you could have Xiaoting sit on your face each day for her cum to heal your shortcomings as if you were a god. But you decide that’s enough for now, and sighs heavily in relief. She relies on your friend’s chest to keep herself up.

“Y-you eat me so well,” she says appreciatively. “You’re so good.”

Your blush is almost as red as her hair. “Thanks, I guess,” you respond bashfully.

“Hey, didn’t I fuck your mouth good, too?” Lee asks. He’s a little jealous hearing you get praised instead of him. Xiaoting is one of his heroes, that being the reason why he wants her approval, too.

Xiaoting, suddenly full of energy, sits up straight and taps her chin. “I don't know, can your dick even fill me properly?”

You raise your brows. It’s a solid reminder that you and Lee may have spent all night ruining her body, but she still is the puppeteer. Her status, wants, and pretty face drag you around like strings, having you do whatever she wants you to do. She’s just insanely good at making it seem that you could do whatever to her. If she weren’t an idol, she could have been an actress.

“Oh yeah?” Lee sits up, too, and tries to hide the offense in his face.

Xiaoting meets his gaze, unfaltering. “You heard me.”

“Alright then, I’ll fill you up,” he offers. He rises from the bed and stands with you. “He’ll fuck your mouth. Call it a spitroast, then we’ll see who’s better.”

Xiaoting’s eyes sparkle. He really doesn’t have a clue, does he? But he’s cute, and as much as she’d climb heights to avoid admitting it, he has a big cock. She can't wait for it to fill her up.

Excitement grips her skin as Lee pulls her up and bends her over the bed. His cock teases her hole. You take your place in front of Xiaoting.

The first spank resounds. She winces, but she's biting her lip. You can see every lewd expression she makes with your position before her. You slap your cock on her cheek, and she moans delightfully.

"That feels so good," she says, through ragged breaths. She runs a hand through her Ariel hair and smiles. Her grin glints with charm. "Come on, boys. Use me. You can do that for me, can't you? And—fuck."

Her pussy, still sensitive, reels helplessly. Lee has his cock penetrating her thighs, nudging her clit. It isn't even the real thing but she's already so weak.

"Your thighs are amazing, Xiaoting," he tells her.

"I know. Fuck them all you want, but don't forget to fill me up. You," she looks up at you and smirks, a fatal attack to your poor heart, "blow a big load in my mouth, okay?"

You nod. You brush your cockhead on her soft lips, then slowly enter her mouth. It's still as good as the first time, for her tongue knows how to work wonders on your length. She's all wet and hot, and although you envy Lee for having the chance to fuck her pussy, you think that this is good for now.

You and Lee pump into Xiaoting quickly. Both of her holes are incredibly wet. While her slick walls contract and hold on to his cock, her warm mouth moistens your length with sheen-coated pleasure. You're both knocking into her body, feeling her all over the place—her small bouncing tits, the ripples of her perfect ass, her wide hips; no place is left untouched.

And, despite the violence of the intercourse as you fuck Xiaoting on both ends, she likes it.

She doesn’t need to bob her head anymore to let your girth into her tight throat; Lee’s harsh thrusts from behind drive her mouth to swallow more of you. You’ve got your fingers in her hair, gathering them in one tight tail, so that there won’t be hindrance in facefucking her. So far, her face is the most perfect thing to fuck. Your hand, though a familiar dream, can’t compare to the way her eyes sparkle when her gaze meets yours, or the hollowing of her cheeks when she dares to push her limits.

Or maybe she’s just that pretty.

“Too much for you now, Xiaoting?” Lee asks. He’s gripping the soft cheeks of her bubble butt then teasing the puckered hole.

“You wish,” Xiaoting says, pulling away from your cock and jacking it off. You can’t really see her when she turns her head to your friend, but you can just tell that she’s got on the most bratty expression. Even her words alone can entice Lee to fuck the brat out of her.

“What about now?”

Xiaoting shimmies away after he slips a finger inside her tight asshole. Desperate not to show her vulnerability, she places her mouth on your cock again. Her moans reverberate and create breathy pleasure on your length, and you start to fuck her harder. You know she’s enjoying it; her face never shows anything other than bliss, and her moans increase despite her filled mouth.

All her holes are filled, and it’s going further than she’s ever dreamed of. Your touch is everywhere, and she tries to sink into it wherever it goes, but it keeps roaming. She can’t keep up with the thumb on her clit. Or the fingers spreading her virginal ass. Or your cock defiling her mouth. Or—

“More, f-fuck!”

The suction of her pretty lips increases. Xiaoting’s eyes are squeezed shut. The room fills with screams and she clenches down so hard that Lee fills her insides earlier than he’d like.

“Holy shit, that’s it, Xiaoting,” he says. His groans almost match her screams. “Fucking cum all over this cock.”

Their cum mixes together, a lewd liquid that drips down the thighs he fucked earlier. Her moans are strained cries, ones you muffle with a few remaining thrusts. She counts your thrusts just like she did whenever she dances at the practice room, timing her licks with them. More witness dribbles down her skin at your moans, and she evokes more out of you as she swallows your complete length all in one go. Restricted by the closeness of her throat, you’ve no choice but to cum inside her mouth.

“Xiao– Xiaoting…” You’ve lost all control over balance and logic. You sit back down heavily on the edge of the bed and try to keep up with your breath.

Xiaoting licks your cockhead one last time. She laughs when it twitches. Her lips are lined with white, hot cum. “You don’t talk much,” she says, then, as she pointedly looks at Lee, continues, “but you’re really cute.”

“That’s it.” Lee’s a jealous guy. He ’t take the poorly veiled method Xiaoting’s too good at: riling him up. He doesn’t let envy take hold of what he does, but now, lust has corrupted his mind. He was too turned on by the sight of Xiaoting’s perfect back curving with his thrusts, at the sloppy sounds of her blowjob. Everything about her oozes of sex, which is what he’s happy to do to her.

He throws her on the bed again. The soft landing doesn’t save the bounce of her ass, nor does it take away the pleasurable pain of Lee spreading her legs. Lee’s face is flushed with lust and jealousy. He takes it all out in slapping the puffy cunt the best he can.

Xiaoting cries out with satisfaction when he spanks her cunt, even parking her crotch further into his hand. “Fuck, yes, keep doing that!”

“Brat,” Lee spits. You’re silent, but you secretly agree with him, too. Xiaoting’s a bigger brat than she poses herself as.

“Alright,” she says. Raised brows, upturned smile, she quips: “Then fuck me like one.”

She isn’t denying it or anything, but she is running away from the consequences of being one. She’s gauging the reaction she wants from the two of you, making it seem like it’s the perfect thing to do to put her in her place when she’s only rising above. She seems to love the reaction Lee makes:

“I’ll go for her ass,” he says, pulling her into his lap. As he does, his cock slips inside the ringed hole. Xiaoting’s cracked gasp fills your ears. “You can have a turn on her bratty cunt.”

More sounds of lewdness and pleasure spill from her pretty mouth when Lee pushes his fingers inside her pussy and spreads the walls apart. You watch, with strange hooked fascination, as Xiaoting writhes at Lee scissoring his fingers inside her. Cum ribbons his fingers, but he keeps going, determined to batter Xiaoting down into a desperate passive. You’d say it’s working, for what it’s worth.

“Hnnn, so hot, I can’t—!” She looks down at her fingerfucked pussy and hisses. “Haah, fffuck, please don’t stop!”

Lee doesn’t stop for a while. He continues fucking her pussy with his digitis until she squirts. All the while her voice reaches new pitches. He ends with slapping her crotch over and over, wetting his hands with her liquid.

“Oh, oh god, so good!” she screams. You squeeze her taut nipples and rub your cockhead on her clit. “Keep doing that, I’m ‘bout to cum so hard!”

“Again?” you ask. She looks up at you, surprised you’re speaking, but her gaze breaks at your cock filling her entrance up. “You’re a little cumslut, aren’t you? It’s all you ever want to do: cum all over cock.”

Despite her surprise, she nods. It’s true, anyway, so what’s the point in denying it? And there’s really not much time to put up a fight when the two of you are filling both of her holes.

Her ass aches, but Lee’s in heaven—her tight little asshole is heaven itself. The cum and wetness from her pussy serve as good lubricant to slide in and out of her, to spread and slap her bouncing cheeks. You’re in heaven, too, despite the sin you make of thrusting into Xiaoting’s silken cunt like it depends on your life. At times, you pull out to rub your cock on her lips, enjoying the puffed texture of it and the whine of need she makes.

Kisses are everywhere. You pepper Xiaoting’s lips with them, too engaged with how soft her lips are to regard the fact that your friend’s literal cock has been there, and Lee kisses her arms. You’re both keen on ruining all of her body, and that involves marking her as your own. For this night, anyway, but the night is still young; while it lasts, you might as well up the tempo of your thrusts and grope her body as much as you like.

You find that the parts of her form that you appreciate the most are her face, thighs, and pussy. You loved to paint her pretty face with your load, corrupting the innocence it exudes. You relish thinking, too, of how her thighs served as earmuffs around your head and almost crushed you with how full and muscular they are. Plus, her pussy’s so perfect, so tight that you don’t think you’d want any other. It clenches and grips with every thrust, sends her hands flying to the sheets and on the side of Lee’s face.

Shen Xiaoting’s insatiable.

“So fucking big inside me!” she’s screaming, grabbing your ass so you’re compelled to ram deeper. Her eyes are wide, and her breaths barely come out anymore. “Fuck my little pussy with that big cock, please, da—”

Lee vents his anger out on her clit. He abuses it with firm, circular rubs that make Xiaoting’s hips twitch into your cock. There’s truly no escape from the pleasure—there’s her ass filled repeatedly, and the violent thrusts in her cunt. Now, there’s the pinching of her nipples and the rubs on her clit to deal with. She could scream and crawl and whine, but mercy isn’t in the dictionary for tonight. She’s going to be fucked hard, just the way she wanted, and she’ll have to cope with it one way or another.

You part her legs as far as they could go. You’re impressed at how flexible she is; her years as a dancer have certainly brought good fruit. With this position you’re able to hold her thighs as much as you want while fucking her cunt deeper. Lee’s given the chance to bounce her ass on him with no trouble. Lastly, Xiaoting’s put in a state of bliss—to the front, she’s filled and from the back, she is, too, and she doesn’t think she could hold on much longer. There’s too many things going on: her nipples being toyed with and squeezed, her thighs being spanked, her clit being assaulted. She’s so close to another orgasm that, like the others, have gone uncounted.

It’s messy when she cums. The whole thing has been fluids upon skin and skin upon fluids, but this one in particular is plentiful. IHer cum spurts everywhere in a profane splash right into your and on the sheets. She’s screaming, too, a bunch of words that can’t be deciphered properly. It sends off the right message, anyway: she’s cumming more.

You quickly move over to Xiaoting’s nipples when you feel your climax approaching. It’s induced by curiosity, and it gets the better of you; swipe your tip side to side on her small, perky nipples. The new sensation is strange, but it sets a flame of pleasure on your length. Xiaoting moans, guiding her breast to your cockhead, and chewing on Lee’s bottom lip.

Eventually, the stamina subsides, and all three of you collapse on the bed. No word is exchanged for a long time.

“You,” says Yujin menacingly, pointing accusingly at Xiaoting with a single index finger with utmost anger on her face, “are in so much trouble.”

Xiaoting wipes her hair down with a towel. It was difficult to shower when her legs could barely hold her up, but it’s done now. She has nothing to worry about. Technically, there is more to worry about: Yujin’s discovered what secret she’s been hiding, and she’s furious. But, to her surprise, she isn’t pent up about it. If anything, she’s rather proud.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replies. A white lie for a dark sin is still not counted, right?

“I… I saw you,” Yujin goes on. She’s walking around with Xiaoting as the younger girl paces in the room. “I saw you get out with those two guys!”

“And why would you assume anything happened?”

“Because there’s fucking cum on the floor, Xiaoting!”

"Well." Xiaoting raises her hands in the air and sits down on the bed. "A girl’s gotta have fun.”

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If you want to do that again

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Girls Love Girls [And Boys]

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For @nsfwmaemi and @midnightdancingsol. Written in one sitting, something I haven't done in (maybe) two years.

Sub!Reader x (Yujin + Mashiro + Xiaoting)

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"That's a good boy, come on~."

You can't resist the whimper that leaves your throat.

"You don't want to disappoint us, don't you?"

"Sink down on it more, dear~."

You can't help but force yourself to take more of the ribbed plastic that gapes your ass, the orifice stretching around the thoroughly lubed toy. Nothing else can be done—you can't even stand properly with your hands cuffed to the armrests of the wooden chair beneath you. You feel pathetic, yet not at all simultaneously.

A bead of sweat drips down your brow, and your audience enjoys every second of the sight in front of them.

"Come on, baby boy~." Shen Xiaoting's saccharine voice delivers words of encouragement. "You can take all of it."

"You can and you will, dear." Your eyes dart over to Sakamoto Mashiro.Her sultry drawl has your cock twitching, and she giggles at the sight. "Do it for us, and maybe… maybe we'll give you a kiss each." She winks, and you whine in response, the thought itself causing you to shudder in pleasure. Strings of precum dribble off your cock and dangle in the air to stain the floor below.

"Wow, Shiro, Xiaoting, he loves that idea so much." Choi Yujin stares at your cock, and as if in reply, you twitch once more, and more white precum drips onto the floor below. All three women smirk at your state—needy, naked, and lost in the haze of pleasure that stems from the toy deep in your tight arse. Your cock twitches once more as the toy hits a spot you didn't even know dildos could hit, and the sight of Yujin, Mashiro, and Xiaoting just as unclothed as you are only further drives you insane. All three women are just as aroused as well—their thighs are wet with their juices, glistening under the bright lights of your bedroom, and their nipples are all taut. Yujin lazily circles her clit with her fingers as she catches your eye and grins, and you pathetically whimper in response.

"Do you, dear?" Mashiro gives you a soft smile. "You can speak."

"Y-Yes! Yes I do!" You can't help but eagerly reply almost instantly, which draws another chuckle from your audience.

"Then sink yourself all the way down, dear. You're not getting anything until you gape that ass fully."

The filth that the bespectacled Japanese girl spews has you attempting to take the ribbed shaft fully. Time slows to a crawl as you feel each ridge rub right against your flesh, and it almost feels like an eternity before your ass presses right down onto the chair, the dildo finally hilted right into your arsehole.

"Good boy~." Xiaoting finally gets up from her chair, and you eagerly stare at her as she approaches, the other two women following suit behind her. You keep your eyes trained on the Chinese girl as she bends down right in front of you, and you can't help but take in the sight of her chest and thighs right in front of you, especially the way her slick runs down the creamy skin. You're broken from the sweet sight when Xiaoting pushes your chin up with a finger.

"Eyes up, baby boy, or I won't kiss you."

You're whining in desperation, pleading with the red-haired bombshell in front of you.

"Oh wow, so desperate…

"What do you think, Shiro?

"Should I kiss him, or leave him be?"

Your begging eyes only make Mashiro laugh. "Let's not torture our dearie, hm, Ting?"

You must've looked overjoyed, because all three women laugh at you when Mashiro finishes speaking.

"Alright, because you were a good boy for all of us…"

Xiaoting bends over—

Close—

Her lips draw closer—

Just an inch more, and you'll get to feel her soft lips—

—and her hot breath just briefly whiffs past your eager, desperate, slightly puckered lips to land squarely on your cheek in the softest of kisses.

"Enjoy, baby boy~." Xiaoting's mischievous giggle has your heart sinking in disappointment. You know you only have yourself to blame for raising your hopes up.

"It's my turn, dear." Mashiro draws your attention with a soft call, and she presses her lips against yours in a long, hot kiss. Her tongue swipes against your lips, and soon enough, you're making out with the Japanese girl, both of you moaning into each other's mouths.

"Yah, Shiro, it's my turn!"

Yujin stops her younger friend from continuing, and you chase after Mashiro's lips when she breaks the kiss with you. With a disapproving stare from the Japanese girl in question, you slowly lean back to your original position, breathless and flushed. Mashiro is in a similar state, her breasts softly jiggling with every breath she takes. However, you notice her fingers are drenched, her right hand just slightly to the left of her slick sex. It doesn't take a genius to realize she was masturbating while making out with you, and fresh precum drips from your tip at the thought of Mashiro pleasuring herself. You've made a mess beneath you, droplets of white joining to pool on the floor in a puddle of your arousal.

"Close your eyes."

Yujin is the last one left, and she gives you her brightest, sweetest bunny-toothed grin. You oblige immediately without sparing a thought for what's next.

The yelp of surprise melds into a long moan when you feel Yujin's lips land right on your sensitive tip. Your eyes spring wide open in shock, and you involuntarily buck your hips, and you nearly cum—a thick spurt of semen sprays onto Yujin's face, and the oldest girl squeals in surprise at the impromptu facial. You whimper at the mistake you've just made, but Yujin just smiles, and so do Xiaoting and Mashiro. Yujin leans in again, and she gives your tip another kiss, her tongue darting out to lick your twitching cock clean of precum. You're at your hardest right now, your thick veiny cock an angry red-purple at the tip, and you nearly scream when Yujin suddenly sinks your entire cock down her throat. Just as quick as she deepthroats you, you're out of the warm embrace of her mouth, right at the brink of orgasm once more, but unable to cum just yet.

"Remember dear, you're not allowed to cum until we say you can."

You can only whimper in response.

"Good boy. Watch us very closely."

All three women stand in front of you, and Yujin cleans the spurt of cum off her face with her fingers. All of you watch as she lets it on the tip of her tongue, and you watch in burning lust and envy as both Mashiro and Xiaoting lean in to begin a three-way makeout with Yujin. The three naked women begin to fondle each other as they share your cum between their kisses. Yujin's hands roam to knead Xiaoting's and Mashiro's asses for a short while before she runs her hands back around to reach between their legs, while Mashiro and Xiaoting both knead one of Yujin's asscheeks with a hand each. Mashiro reaches to finger Yujin's drenched pussy while Xiaoting grabs the oldest girl's left breast, palming it. The sensual moans of pleasure go straight to your cock, and you're once again at the brink of orgasm watching the downright sinful sight in front of you.

"Fuck yourself on that toy, baby boy, but you can't cum until we say so. Is that clear?"

"Yes, yes!" You're already shifting your hips to pull yourself off the toy, and once you're halfway off the ribbed shaft, you drop yourself back down on it back to the hilt. The sweet torture of the toy hitting your prostate and pushing you to the brink once more has your eyes rolling back. Drool spills out of your open mouth, jaw slacked as you moan out loud as an outlet for your pleasure. You try your best to keep watching the three women in front of you.

Now, Yujin shares torrid kisses with both Mashiro and Xiaoting, alternating between her two friends. Their moans join yours, the sounds of masturbation and wet flesh completing the erotic score of hedonistic sexual pleasure. You strain against the cuffs around your wrists, your cock pointed straight in the air as you tremble and shudder from every bit of friction between your walls and the dildo gaping your hole. You feel lightheaded, yet also fully awake from the potent mix of lust, adrenaline, and desire in your system. No detail escapes your sight—Mashiro has four fingers shoved into Yujin's cunt, and Yujin has the other two women under her thrall as well, with every pump of her fingers deep into their pussies. You even notice how all three women's breasts are pressed together, and you wish you were right in the middle of their chests, having your fill.

It's only a matter of time before someone inevitably cums, and when Yujin breaks her kiss with Mashiro to whisper something to both women, you know the final act is about to begin. Every bit of your body yearns for it—you'll finally be allowed to cum!

When Xiaoting and Mashiro push Yujin towards you, you eagerly stare at all three women.

"Yujinnie wanted this, dearie, so don't disappoint us." Mashiro's one instruction sends a chill down your spine—you won't! You can't! Both women take their places behind Yujin as she stands right in front of you. "Spread those legs wide open, and hold it. You know what happens if you close them, or if you cum, don't you?"

You nod desperately—punishment would definitely be on the cards if you failed.

The next second, both Yujin and you moan out loud together, but for different reasons. Your moan stems from the fact that you now have an even closer sight of how Yujin was pleasured earlier—Xiaoting pulls Yujin to crash their lips together while Mashiro once again fingers the oldest girl hard, her slick dripping down onto your cock with every flick of Mashiro's wrist. Yujin's neverending stream of whines and moans rise in pitch and frequency, and before you know it—

"Oh, Shiro, Xiaoting, I—!"

Yujin never finishes her sentence—she screams out loud instead, her orgasm crashing into her like a truck. Squirt jets out of her pussy right onto your erect cock, and you bite into your bottom lip, your knuckles white from gripping on the armrests in order to stave off your orgasm, which you so desperately needed. You don't stop fucking yourself either, even as Yujin gushes jet after jet of squirt all over your body, her hips bucking with every warm spray of her cum all over you. It almost feels like forever before her orgasm tapers off into droplets, and her knees buckle, leaving Mashiro and Xiaoting to help her to the floor to rest.

"We're next, baby boy."

Xiaoting and Mashiro take their places on either side of you. Both girls reach between their legs to finger themselves, and they hold your head steady to force you to watch as they bring themselves closer and closer to orgasm. Xiaoting uses two fingers on herself, while Mashiro uses the same four, and both girls moan out loud, expressing their pleasure loudly and freely.

"Oh, fuck, Shiro, I…"

"Let's do it, let's cum!"

Both girls begin to finger themselves harder, and Mashiro is the first to break. A strong gush of squirt jets over your cock once more before it is joined by Xiaoting's hard jet of cum. Both women cum all over your cock, drenching you in their squirt as you groan, moan, whimper, whine uncontrollably, your orgasm threateningly close. Jet after jet of girl cum drenches your cock, legs, feet, the puddle of mixed juices only growing larger and larger.

As both women come down from their respective highs, they take a step away from you. Yujin is back on her feet, and the three women return to their chairs to face you once more. You whimper in desperation, begging for your release.

"For being such a good boy…" Xiaoting gives you a wide smile, and she turns to the other two women. Your jaw drops as all three women shift to lie back in their chairs, and they raise their legs into the air, spreading themselves wide open for you. All three women spread their labias for you as well, allowing you a close-up view of their cunts, still dripping from their orgasm.

"... You can now cum for us."

You waste no time—you begin to ride the dildo desperately. You've been on the edge for far too long, and with explicit permission given, you're not going to hold back any more! You willingly gape yourself on the toy beneath you, every downstroke of your hips causing the toy to hit your prostate just right…

You don't even get to announce your orgasm. On one of the many downstrokes, when the toy hilts into you once more, you scream in relief as semen explodes out of your twitching cock. Burst after unending burst of thick, yet watery semen sprays high into the air, shot after shot after shot of cum expelled out of your hard shaft. You're lost in the high heavens as hot cum splatters over all three women's bodies—Mashiro gets it all over her breasts, Xiaoting gets some of it on her ass, and Yujin's spread pussy is covered in a sheen of white semen. All three women count over twenty shots of cum into the air and down your cock to the floor, mixing with their cum below.

When you come back to Earth from your high, your legs visibly shake from the exertion. All three women come to care for you—Yujin and Xiaoting begin to uncuff you, and Mashiro has a warm, wet cloth ready to clean you up.

"Did you like it, babe?"

"Yes… Yes, I did." You turn to smile at Xiaoting, and she gives you a soft kiss on the lips. You turn over to Mashiro and Yujin to kiss them as well. "Thank you for agreeing to this."

"No worries! We loved it too!" Yujin pecks you on the lips once more. "Next time though, you're fucking all of us! We're not wasting your cum like that, if you've got that much to spare!"

You're already grinning at the promise of a next time, just as Mashiro and Xiaoting are as well.

"Okay, I promise."

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