#kepler smut
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KINKVEMBER DAY: 7
[prompt: praise kink]
male reader x shen xiaoting
7k words
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.
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"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."
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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?”
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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?”
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Day-Off
Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Male Reader x Male Friend Smut
10,884 words
Categories | masturbation, handjob, blowjob, facefucking, cunnilingus, anal, spitroast, thighfucking, slapping
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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!”
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Well, someone isn't, but that's how the story goes.
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“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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everything i like about chaehyun
-finally got down to writing again ! and there's a second part coming soon w the release of the giddy MV. just need to got thru it once and make sure everything seems okay and i'll be all set to release it. so sorry i haven't released much fics, writing blocks really stall me a lot.
(P.S. I havent finished my sullyoon fic so...)
-2 separate scenarios, oral, sneaky seggs, creampie, i love chaehyun lots
-1957 words
You’ll never forget the continuous fits of laughter, the questioning looks from your relatives and the amount of solitude you faced after making the decision to take fashion design instead of the more popular courses like engineering or finance. But you knew that any of your classmates from back then would kill to be getting sucked off by Kep1er’s Chaehyun in a props cabinet while the MAMA awards were still going on.
Sure your job was at risk, but you were known to be such a serious and consistent worker that it was hard to imagine that WakeOne would fire you.
“What are *guhk* you thinking *guhk* about oppa? Do my tits not *gawk* interest you anymore?” Chaehyun says, slobbering all over your dick, a fine mess of saliva and precum coating around her mouth and dripping off her chin, just like her purity.
“Of course not baby.”
That was the only answer. Otherwise you would never have gone so out of your way to get Chaehyun in this dress. It literally highlighted how well endowed she was on the red carpet. An elegant white dress, sleeved on one side and cut rather deep down the middle to reveal her cleavage, while the other supposed sleeve was cut such that her entire left arm was exposed, along with some of her breast.
“Was just thinking about something for a moment.” you calmly said, caressing her cheek with your right hand as her face bobbed up and down.
“I hope it wasn’t Xiaoting or Shiro you’re thinking of… You were staring at them like a fucking wolf.”
She lets your drool-slicken meat out of the comforting moist warmth of her mouth and strokes it with a tight grip to emphasize her slight discontent with your sudden spacing out session. It was such a power move. It was painful, sure. But it was ironically also pleasing, feeling 10 times better than what your own hands could deliver.
“Agh! Alright alright! Calm down Chae…”
“Hurry up! Manager-nim is going to come find us if we’re not back soon !”
“Yes, yes, this is like the millionth time you said that, as though you’re not the one who dragged me into this crusty, musty room as soon as you got back from the red carpet.”
You pick up the girl bridal style and place her on the leather couch lying in some obscure corner of the room. Then, you peel back the dress like a white cocoon to reveal the butterfly underneath, Chaehyun’s large mounds. You then position yourself on top of her and place your cock in the valley between her two mounds and automatically, Chaehyun knows to press both tits together, sandwichkng your cock between them. You then begin thrusting your hips, the beautiful mounds of flesh rippling with every time your cock emerges from her cleavage, rubbing against her collarbones. It’s a truly mesmerizing sight really. Super easy to lose yourself to your reflexes of just pistoning your hips to and fro as you admire every little thing about Chaehyun in this dimly lit room. Her perky breasts that gave you so much trouble when deciding what outfits to wear, her perky nipples that you were pinching and playing with, her perfect face whose eyes were staring sluttily at you.
She sticks out her tongue and tilts her head down. And now with each periodic motion, the head of your dick would come into contact with the warm moist muscle, delivering a whole new flavor of sensation to an already extremely pleasing dish.
“Paint my face baby.”
The sensory overload at this point was too much. One, two more thrusts and on the final emergence of your cock from the comforting vice grip of Chaehyun’s breasts, a torrent of cum flies onto her face; her nose bridge, her puffy cheeks, over her closed eyelids and onto her tongue.
“Fuck! Chaehyun!” is all that manages to come out from your mouth as you throw your head back, allowing your high to wear off.
Yet another moment of your stylist ingenuity has occurred, this time glazing Chaehyun in another white.
“Amazing as always Chae.” you say, finally dismounting her and handing her a bunch of tissues from your pocket.
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Fast forward to about 2-3 months later, and it’s time for Kep1er’s 3rd comeback, Giddy.
Yet again, you find yourself stuck in a musty room, this time you know for sure that it’s a cleaning storage room. But you really couldn’t control yourself. Sure, you were the one who ordered all the baseball themed outfits, and they were all amazing. But Chaehyun, when she started posing for the photoshoot, she got into poses that were simply far too seductive, it was as if she was posing for you.
For the first pose, she raised her hands like she was stretching. Nothing spectacular, until she turns her head back to look at the camera and sticks her butt out. When the photo came out on the preview television, it was a masterpiece of a picture. Her slender arms were on full display, but they also helped to lift the baseball jersey up ever so perfectly such that her tummy was exposed from the front. To add a touch of maturity to the photo, she sticks out her butt and shows off her god blessed hourglass figure. God, you just wanted to go to town on that voluptuous butt she had.
Then, the next picture gets shown on the preview screen.
Chaehyun now had her hands behind her head, fingers running through her hair which now had silver streaks running through. Once again, the shirt moves up with her arm movement, revealing her tight midriff. The look on her face was one of pure lust and seduction, and when you turned from the screen to look at the girl, her eyes were locked onto yours, screaming to you, “Come get it.”
And so you did.
“Couldn’t control yourself huh oppa?”
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot Chaehyun.”
Her back was against the door as you ferociously dove into her mouth, engaging in a passionate kiss. The taste of her strawberry lipgloss is ever so strong on your tongue. In the meantime, your hands were reaching underneath the baseball jersey and under the bra that were struggling to contain her massive breasts, fondling with the fleshy mounds.
You turn her around, pressing her against the door as you push yourself up even more against her as she wiggles the butt you were admiring not too long ago against your enraging boner.
Then, in an act of pure horniness, you pull her pants and undergarments down in one fell swoop, and bury your face between the two cheeks of flesh.
“Ahh! Fuck! Oppa wait…! Slow down!”
But of course, you heed no attention to her pleas for you to slow down. The first thing that you do upon the access of her lovely moons in front of you, was motorboat your face within them. It was customary really. Whenever the two of you were alone in hotel rooms, you’d pounce on an unsuspecting Chaehyun and bury your face within her ass and smear her lewd scent all over your face.
The next thing you do is run your tongue across both her asshole and her slickening pussy, allowing your taste buds to coated in her taste. After that, you’d focus solely on her asshole, this time letting your tongue explore deeper.
“Ahhh fuck…” she whispers, trying hard to contain her pleasure inside this cramped cleaning room.
You’re so consumed in your hunger for her that you start pushing her buttcheeks up and apart for easier access, and after a certain point, all that’s supporting her is her leaning against the door as she pretty much sits on your face. Thankfully, she’s not a very heavy person. Or maybe you’re just really strong. Or maybe you’re just way too horny and your testosterone levels are absolutely going through the roofs.
“Shit ! This position is so..! Fuckkkkk!”
A shower ensues from above you as her squirt gushes out like an overhead water sprinkler. You lap up whatever golden nectar you can while she dismounts your face. Sweet. Just like her smile.
“Just fuck me already…I need your cock so badly right now…”
Finally, you’re able to free the shackled beast. In the blink of an eye, your pants and underwear are at your ankles. Chaehyun bites her lip and watches hungrily as your cock springs free. You line your rod up with her folds, rubbing your tip around, teasing her a bit, before repositioning your hands to hold her hips. Then, you slowly thrust your hips forward, cock slowly finding its way through her tight pussy.
A sigh of relief. From both of you animals in heat, carnal desires finally quenched.
Your hips automatically know what to do next. Withdraw, and repeat the same motion, this time faster. And with each thrust of your hip, she lets out a moan. Finally finding a satisfying rhythm, all that can be heard is Chaehyun’s controlled moans and the sound of her ass rippling as your hips collide with it.
“Fuck, Chaehyun. I’ll never get tired of this pussy. So fucking tight, every single damn time.”
“And it’s all yours daddy.”
A pet word. Something she had never used before in all your few years of knowing her. But it drove your mind insane, knowing that you had already placed a mark of ownership on her. She was all yours to use. Your little fuckhole. You sped up your thrusts, not following a rhythm anymore but chasing your orgasm. Soon, it was whimpers that came out of her mouth as the smacking of skin got faster and faster.
“Fuck ! Fuck ! FUCK !”
Your thrusts start to get more and more intense, her face and breasts pressing against the door, while her hands grip onto it tightly. It was lucky that nobody had come to find either of you, but that really wasn’t your main concern, you just wanted to plant your seed deep within Chaehyun. Looking down at the mesmerizing ripple of her cheeks, you take a hand and slap her left ass cheek hard.
“Annngh!”
A super lewd moan erupts from her mouth, and you’re sure anybody walking down the hallway could have heard this too. A red mark forms on the spot you struck her.
“You like that, slut ? You and you’re fucking beautiful ass, always tempting me.”
But Chaehyun can’t reply. She’s drooling on the door, her mind a flurry of pleasure. All that is coming from her mouth are moans and unintelligible mumbles.
You start to feel your climax reaching. And with three more deep, deep thrusts, pushing your cock as far as it can go into her alluring pussy. Her pussy clamps down on your cock and she cums yet again.
“Ahh fuck… So big…”
Your cock, on the other hand, deposits your baby batter deep into her womb.
“Take it all in, cumslut.”
You stay inside for a good while kissing Chaehyun’s back profile as she takes it all in. If you could, you would stay there forever, cock inside her comfortable pussy, but alas, you have to come back to reality.
Slowly withdrawing your cock, streams of cum flow out of her pussy and trickle down her thick thighs. She looks back at you and you know she’s about to do something slutty yet again. Her hand comes from under her and using her index and middle finger, she spreads her pussy open for you to see the complete mess you made inside her. She fingers herself a while before collecting your jizz on her digits and putting it inside her mouth and sucking them clean.
“Thanks, daddy.”
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Management Skills
So here we have the voted piece; the basis was that Xiaoting was too rough with the staff and needed to be taught a lesson by OC and Chaehyun. Anyway, there's quite a bit of rough sex.
Length 1.5K
Xiaoting x Chaehyun and OC
Xiaoting yelled at another manager. She was degrading them for doing a poor job despite the many setbacks that they had faced. It wasn't their fault that most of their staff had gotten sick and couldn't come in for work. You stood outside Xiaoting’s office with her secretary Chaehyun overhearing the manager get chewed out. You glance at Chaehyun, and she meets your gaze. You both nod at each other, understanding that you have to take care of Xiaoting and make sure she won't do anything like this again. Whispering to Chaehyun, "We have to humiliate Xiaoting just a little; she's going too far with her degradation. It's putting everyone on edge that they'll be next."
"Yeah. Imagine being her secretary; I feel like I'm walking on eggshells nearly all the time."
"So when do we do it?"
"Later today, she's got an opening about an hour before the day's end."
"Alright, I'll swing by then." Just then, the door to Xiaoting’s office opens, and the manager in question comes out crying, scurrying away so no one can look at her for long. As you make your way back to your office, you glance back at Chaehyun, who nods. The rest of the workday is spent with occasional glances at Xiaoting’s office, where you see people come in and leave crying. Chaehyun passes behind you as the time approaches. She leaves you a small note.
"She'll be free starting in three minutes." You count down the time and then begin walking to Xiaoting's office. Opening the door, Chaehyun follows you in and closes the door behind you.
"What do you two want? I'm not in any mood to play."
Chaehyun responds first. "You've been awfully rough with the staff today Xiaoting."
"Yeah, and it's killing morale in the office, so we wanted to have a little talk." Chaehyun walks behind Xiaoting while you sit in front of her desk. "You see, having people walk in only for them to come out crying messes doesn't exactly make them comfortable here."
"So what? I'm pushing them to succeed; I'm not looking to have any failures here." You glance at Chaehyun, and she slides her hands inside Xiaoting’s top and starts to play with her breasts. She was squeezing them and pinching her nipples. Xiaoting’s face remains stoic, but Chaehyun can hear Xiaoting slightly hum.
"Yeah, but there are better ways to go about that, Xiaoting," Chaehyun says as she adds more pressure to Xiaoting’s nipples.
"Right, and Chaehyun and I were talking. We decided we need to do something to put you back in line." Standing up, you walk over to Xiaoting and pull down your pants. Chaehyun starts working on pulling down Xiaoting's pants and starts to eat her out. You stroke your cock while eyeing Xiaoting. As much as she tries to appear like Chaehyun's tongue isn't delivering untold pleasure, you can see some weakness in her eyes. Growing erect, you pull at the back of her hair, and when Xiaoting can't contain her moans, you force your cock into her mouth. You start thrusting immediately, pounding the back of her mouth. "Xiaoting, you know we usually like to have fun here; let you get some rest between orgasms. That's not happening today."
Xiaoting’s tongue rubs against the underside of your cock as you ram your cock down her throat. Chaehyun slides to fingers inside Xiaoting; Chaehyun enjoys seeing Xiaoting squirm as she curls her fingers and rubs her walls. Xiaoting sits on her chair, her hips moving slightly as she begins to free her moans. You groan as Xiaoting’s moans cause her throat to vibrate around your cock. Xiaoting shakes as Chaehyun adds another finger and laps at her clit. Tears begin to run down her cheeks as she runs out of breath. Not wanting her to pass out, you take your cock out, and Xiaoting immediately gasps for air. "Better get all the air you can, Xiaoting," you say. While she catches her breath, you slap Xiaoting’s face with your cock, coating it with her saliva. Xiaoting’s unabated moans grow louder as Chaehyun's tongue plays with her clit. Xiaoting bocks her hips wildly as she cums onto Chaehyun. Chaehyun collects as much of Xiaoting’s nectar as possible before kissing her. Xiaoting’s tongue lazily moves as Chaehyun takes advantage of her. Once she feels satisfied, Chaehyun moves Xiaoting and places her on her desk. Chaehyun puts all her strength into a solid strike against Xiaoting’s ass. Xiaoting yelps in response as her ass jiggle from the hit.
"Do it, fuck her," Chaehyun says as she starts to strip. She places Xiaoting’s mouth by her pussy, forcing the older woman to eat her out. You watch the sight in front of you for a moment before aligning your cock and slamming yourself inside Xiaoting. Her walls are split apart by your sudden entrance; she moans into Chaehyun's pussy while you fuck her. Chaehyun kneads her breasts with her right hand while her left pushes Xiaoting further. You begin to spank Xiaoting, overhearing Chaehyun moan, "You need to learn how to be a good girl Chaehyun. We don't want to break you; you're our CEO, after all." Xiaoting can only moan in response. Your cock stretches her pussy, its tightness feeling like bliss. You quicken your pace causing Xiaoting’s body to bounce forward each time you ram your cock back into her. Xiaoting grips the sides of her desk as she nears her orgasm. Chaehyun starts to grind Xiaoting’s face against her pussy, no longer feeling satisfied with letting her work at her own pace. "Come on, Xiaoting; you can do better. I want you to taste more of me." She moaned. Chaehyun began panting as her orgasm neared. "Fuck I'm going to cum." Chaehyun leaned back and wrapped her legs tightly around Xiaoting’s head, keeping her in place.
As you drove your cock deeper into Xiaoting, you watched her ass bounce. Tempted by it, you place your thumb at her back door and push it in slightly. Xiaoting tries to shake her ass to tell you to stop, but you just spank her in response. The more you thought about her ass, the more aroused you got. Your balls tighten as you continue your thrusts, and you call out to Chaehyun and Xiaoting, "I'm going to cum too." You all move toward your respective orgasms Xiaoting is the first to reach as her body quivers, and she cums on her desk. You and Chaehyun both cum together, filling Xiaoting with cum and nectar. Chaehyun releases her hold on Xiaoting and goes to take Xiaoting’s seat. You pull out of her pussy and, wanting more, press your cock against her asshole.
"N-no, wait," Xiaoting says weakly.
"We have to teach you a lesson on how to be a good leader Xiaoting. This is your punishment."
"I'll be nicer, I swear."
"That’s good, but we still need to punish you." Without another word, you ram your cock into Xiaoting’s asshole.
"Fuck! It hurts!" She screams out. Chaehyun scoots over in Xiaoting’s chair and pulls Xiaoting into a kiss to keep her quiet. Chaehyun starts to finger herself as she kisses Xiaoting and watches her take your cock. You feel incredible resistance push through Xiaoting’s asshole. Your cock is covered in her nectar, and your cum helps you slightly, but you're required to put in a lot more force. It was worth it, in your opinion, as her asshole squeezed down on you like nothing else. The incredible pleasure made you want more. You begin to thrust quickly, holding onto Xiaoting’s hips to give you some leverage. Chaehyun's tongue explores Xiaoting’s mouth as Xiaoting gives into being used. The pain she had experienced slowly turned to pleasure the more you thrust into her. As she relaxed, you felt her loosen up slightly, allowing you to go faster. "You're going to apologize to everyone tomorrow, right?"
"Mhmm," Xiaoting moaned in response. Your continued thrusts became frantic as you felt your second orgasm coming. Xiaoting’s asshole soon got tighter again as she went through her third orgasm. Chaehyun watched as Xiaoting’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. You continued ramming your cock into Xiaoting’s unconscious body until you filled her ass with cum. As you pull out, you see her gaping asshole trying to clench onto something that wasn't there. You stand behind Chaehyun to watch Xiaoting slowly come back to reality.
You hold her head up, "I hope we won't have to do this to you again, Xiaoting. Next time be nicer to everyone." You and Chaehyun begin to dress yourselves leaving Xiaoting on her desk with cum oozing out of both her holes.
Chaehyun spanks Xiaoting as she walks past the older woman, "I hope you can walk yourself out, Xiaoting!" The next day a staff meeting was called, and as Xiaoting limped on stage, you and Chaehyun pointed and laughed.
"I'd like to apologize to the personnel that I made cry yesterday, I was under a lot of pressure, but that does not mean that you deserved that treatment. I was taught a lesson yesterday afterward, and I apologize. I'll try to avoid doing it again." Xiaoting limped off stage and went straight to her office as you and Chaehyun enjoyed seeing her struggle.
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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?”
#Xiaoting#Xiaoting smut#Kepler#Kep1er#kpop#kpop smut#kpop fanfic male reader#female idol smut#girl group smut#kpop gg smut#Ting#Kpop gg
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The Omega Library 6/10
Kep1er
Multiple Members
-A start to the show
-Girls love girls [and boys]
-A Keplian Rocket
-Completeness
Xiaoting
-Day-Off
-Fuck practice, fuck me instead
-Neon Orange Slip
Yujin
-A star illuminates brightly (and then, it collapsed)
-The cute and caring noona form apartment 424
Chaehyun
-Deadly!
-A train to busan
-Instinctive Insight
Yeseo
-15 minutes
-Completeness feat. Mashiro
Bahiyyih
-Galileo
-Bad Manager
Dayeon
-Fancam
-Hard And Fast, Just The Way They Like It
Chaehyun
-Punish the daughter
Kiss Of Life
Multiple members
-Boulevard of broken dreams pt. 1
-Fully Body Relaxation
Natty
-She Said 'No Touching' And Then She Saw Your Cock And Got Horny
-Under the red hood
-Accidental Reveal
-After shoot pleasure
-Reciprocal Feelings
Julie
-Releasing tension
Le Sserafim
Multiple Members
-What you're missing pt. 1
-Panacea
-Your turn
-Can't save you now
-Untitled noncon
Yunjin
-Service Suit: Le Sserafim - Rogue One
-Love you twice
-FEAR----
-Karaoke Nights
-Karaoke Nights pt.2
-Ride of a lifetime
-Sin, Hormones, and the Starlet’s Boyfriend feat. Somi
-Into you
-Tight Pants pt. 1
-In all the ways that matter
-Mistakes were made, but not you
-Comfy 18+
-Untitled
Chaewon
-Impurity pt. 1
-Impurity pt. 2
-First day
-Get it like boom boom boom
-Whisper of uncontrollable desire
-We got married
-Mi'Chelle
-After-party
-Hard
-Petty? Pretty
-I got all I need
-Grant your wish
-Our dirty little secret
-Vanity
-Someone like you
-Untitled
-One of the boys - Lil Bro
-Night-time Play
Kazuha
-Starboy Ep. 3 Earned It
-Lies.
-Speak Up
-More than a bath feat. Nako
-Baby fever
Sakura
-The Gamer and the Pornstar
-Return
-Roommates
-FFF2+4
-Who do you belong
-Cherry Blossom Blooming
-Festival Prep
-First date
-No Return
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#men disgust me oh my lord...#i just wanted pictures to find for myself and theres smut tagged under my name and god?!@#?$@R#like no shame or whatever but like....#are u actually serious .#that is#disgusting .#all of them remind me of cherry kepler...#anway ! stay safe and gn???
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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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Adult Happy Meal
Kep1er's Shen Xiaoting x Ronald McDonald
1091 words
Categories | NOT SPONSORED BY/AFFILIATED TO/PROMOTED BY MCDONALD'S WHATSOEVER, exhibitionism, cunnilingus
Dedicated to everyone who ships Xiaoting with McDonald.
Ronald McDonald has never felt unsure about himself in his life.
It's a truth that many don't dare to believe. People would think a clown, complete with the red wig and balled nose who stood outside the branch of his diner, would feel more than inferior. If they were put in his place, they would feel exactly that. However, McDonald argues that if you ran a fast food chain that remained relevant even after all those years, which brought you money that's more than enough to take over the world itself, you wouldn't feel any bit of low self-esteem. Even if he does have to wear and keep up his clown persona, it's better than running a niche café nobody ever went to.
For fuck's sake, it's better than being Pennywise.
Besides, when the job brings him a pretty sight like that tall girl looking excitedly at the red-themed restaurant, he won't complain.
Xiaoting sticks out like a sore thumb in every place you put her in. You can put her in a museum rather than a McDonald's and she'd be photographed more than the Mona Lisa. Her quiet kind of beauty and slim body make him want to honk something other than the ball on his face.
There she is, dressed beautifully in a white tube top and skirt, looking like a goddess among men. Then you have him in a ridiculous clown suit and makeup. Will she even notice him this way? Will she just disregard him like every other customer does? He's never felt this low before.
"You can talk to me, you know."
The goddess has spoken. He blinks his shadowed eyes twice. "What?"
She laughs prettily. "You know," she says, raising an eyebrow, "talk to me instead of staring at me like I'm one of your spicy fried chickens."
McDonald is flustered, to say the least. She looks innocent; her eyes hold a silent, doe-like quality to their irises, and her smile is small. But if she's the type to let a clown flirt with her, then she's probably anything other than innocent.
Will she let a clown fuck her? he wonders.
"Fine." Two can play this game. "You know who I am. Your name?"
"Xiaoting," says she.
McDonald is tempted to make a pun about her name, but it's probably another thing she hears too often. Considering this, he remains silent.
Fortunately, she keeps the conversation going.
"I have an offer to make you," Xiaoting tells him.
Suddenly, she's got her hands smoothing down the white collars of his suit while a tiny, smug smile plays on her kissable lips.
McDonald can feel a lump in his throat. He's suddenly thankful the white clown makeup covers his heavy blush. "And what can that be?"
"I can give you another meal that'll make you happy," Xiaoting tells the clown with a wink.
Ronald doesn't know what to say, but his eyes showed all that was necessary.
Xiaoting brings her hand downwards, undoing the zipper of her skirt. It falls to the floor, promptly along with her underwear.
"I may not be KFC, McDonald," she says, "but this pussy is finger-lickin good."
"Don't say something you can't back up, Xiaoting," Ronald tells her, laughing to mask his surprise.
Xiaoting looks around. The crowds of customers inside the restaurant who can see the shenanigans she's making with him don't stop her from sitting down on the brown, convenience bench, spreading her legs, and parting her folds with her fingers for McDonald.
"You can see for yourself, if you want," she says cheekily.
All hesitation melts from his body. He's had offers made to him before—proposed collaborations from supposedly big artists, new recipes made in secret, etcetera etcetera—but none of those sound as good as what Xiaoting's giving him right now.
(Or taste as good.)
He's on his knees, wrapping his white gloved hands around Xiaoting's full thighs. He then begins to eat the girl's cunt. Her juices drip on his tongue, and he collects more of it in his mouth as he plunges his tongue in and out of her. Instantly, he realizes that Xiaoting tastes better than any frappe he's had his staff made. Surely those trendy beverages don't taste as sweet as she does?
"Ahh, I'm loving it!" Xiaoting moans. Her fingers curl into his red wig and pull, hard. She removes one hand from the clown's head to squeeze her own boob.
He grips her ass tightly, spanking her, while she squirms in his hands. Her dancer's hips create a dazed choreography not even one of his mascots can perform perfectly at a child's birthday party his restaurant would sponsor.
Her nipples perk through the fabric of her tube top. Is she braless? He knew it. He makes sure to bring them to full hardness, just like her sensitive nub, by drawing random patterns inside her slick pussy. Xiaoting's lounging in paradise; her legs feel weak, but she can see stars. That's exsctly why McDonald's is open 24 hours a day.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screams. Each spank he throws at her bouncy bubble butt brings her closer to the edge. Every pair of eyes that look her way with shock makes her cheeks almost as red as the restaurnat's color scheme. "Yes, eat my pussy so good that I'll want to go here everyday!"
McDonald releases her clit from between his suckling lips. "No."
"What?" Xiaoting asks, shocked.
"Work for me. Work for my mouth. Do you really want me, Xiaoting?"
"Yes!" she screams. She locks her legs around his neck and pushes his head down on her pussy to make him resume. "Yes, I love you, McDonald! I love McDonald's! I'll work for you everyday here and cater to all the rude customers if you fuck me like this! Please make me cum!"
That's what he wants to hear. That's all he ever wanted to hear—not the good feedback or reviews, not the remarks of his customers, but this: Xiaoting's passive moans.
In response, he raises her legs upward and flicks his tongue on her clit madly. He dares to lick at her tempting asshole, causing her to scream rather loudly, before returning to tongue-fucking her. Xiaoting's legs curl in a way that makes them look like they're recreating the M logo of his restaurant. They're truly meant to be together.
He continues eating Xiaoting's pussy, which tastes better than any Big Mac or chicken meal, until she cums. After that, she lies broken on the bench, just like his ice cream machine.
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𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭! 𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐀...
→ PAIRING ex!hyung line x reader
SYNOPSIS. . . in which four idiotic lovesick men try to find comfort in a shitty app after their break up. but! what happens when you find their burner account?
GENRE short series, exes to lovers?!, crack, college au, gamers au, fuckboy au, suggestive
WARNINGS. . . sexual themes, no explicit smut tho 🙏🏻🙏🏻, profanity, horny DOGS!!!, enha boys being assholes, reddit posts are badly written on purpose
STARRING TXT yeonjun, ITZY yuna, KEPLER chaehyun, ZB1 Hanbin
TAGLIST . . . open! comment to be added!
AUTHORS NOTE . . . i know i just started my jake smau BUT I COULDNT JUST LEAVE THIS TO ROT IN MY DRAFTS it needed to see the world, headers and layout are still u/c so dont mind them
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Professor and Mommy
This isn't the piece chosen for the week, by the way. There's rough sex, degradation, and a mommy kink. Most of the heavy lifting is done by Xiaoting if you get what I mean.
Length 1.8K
Xiaoting x Mreader x Irene
Next Part
Today was the day of your special lesson with professor Irene. She had called you out in an earlier class for your poor grades, and after meeting with her, Irene decided that you would come to a special lesson that she would have. This special lesson would take place in her office, an unusual choice, but considering it would just be the two of you, it would be fine. Especially since it would allow you to be the center of attention, and Irene could focus on what you needed help with. It was time to meet with her. As you reach the office, you knock on the door, and after a second, you hear, “Come in.”
Opening the door, you see the star student Xiaoting, on all fours, naked except for a collar and leash. Professor Irene was holding onto the leash while she sat on her desk. “Take a seat.” You sit down on the chair in front of Irene. She tugs on Xiaoting’s leash. “eat me out.”
“Yes, mommy” Xiaoting reaches under Irene’s skirt, pulling down her panties before spreading her legs and going under it. Irene coos as Xiaoting drives her tongue deep into her pussy.
“That’s it, baby; eat out, mommy.” Irene acknowledges your presence again. “Are you ready for your special lesson?”
“Y-yes, professor”
“Don’t call me professor, anytime it’s just you, me, and Xiaoting, you’ll be calling me mommy too.” She said in a sultry voice. “Your special lesson will involve teaching my little slut Xiaoting what it means to be cum dump. I’d do it myself, but I don’t have the…equipment for it. I can’t have just anyone use my Xiaoting, so I’ve been watching everyone and making notes. You’re the only one that was left in the end.” Irene pauses to drive Xiaoting’s head further into her pussy. Irene wraps her legs around Xiaoting before her entire body stiffens. Irene lets out a long sigh of relief before undoing her legs. “That’s enough, Xiaoting.” Xiaoting immediately stops and gets out from under Irene’s skirt; her face has some of Irene’s juices dripping down it. Irene turns her around, so she faces you. As she meets your eyes for the first time, Xiaoting's face grows beet red; she was embarrassed to be seen like that. Irene pulls the younger woman to her, one of her hands tugging at Xiaoting’s nipple while the other slithers down to her most private parts. Irene uses her index and ring finger to spread Xiaoting’s lips for your pleasure. She wants to make this part a show. Irene glides her middle finger along the woman's sex, drawing out soft mewls.
"You're already so wet, Xiaoting. Have you been waiting for this? Waiting for him to fuck you, silly?"
"N-no, mommy, my body is only for you. It's-"
"Not anymore; you'll be shared between us." Irene drives her middle finger deep into Xiaoting. Xiaoting gasps as she feels Irene toy with her. Irene already knew Xiaoting’s weak spots at this point. Irene plants kisses along Xiaoting’s neck while gently pulling on her nipple with her other hand. Sitting there watching Irene toy with Xiaoting, you feel your erection painfully pressing against your jeans. It goes unnoticed by Irene as she continues to play with Xiaoting. "You like it when mommy plays with you like this, don't you Xiaoting? Why don't you tell him how much you like it?" Xiaoting shakes her head and starts panting. "You don't like it? Don't be such a lying bitch, Xiaoting." Irene’s voice grows cold as she slips two more fingers inside Xiaoting and starts moving faster. "Tell him, tell him how much you love being mommy's bitch"
"Fuck" Xiaoting shouts as she cums on Irene’s hand. Irene doesn't stop and gets faster instead, overstimulating Xiaoting. "Mommy, please!"
"Tell him"
"I love being used by mommy! I love the way she uses me as a fuck toy!" She yells out.
Irene slows to a crawl, "That’s all you needed to say, baby." She turns Xiaoting’s head toward her and gives her a deep kiss. You can barely hear the next part as Irene whispers to Xiaoting, "Baby, you're going to have to be honest with him. He'll be a new playmate for you from now on. So don't make me have to punish you."
With a slur, Xiaoting responds, "I understand, mommy."
Irene pulls her fingers from Xiaoting’s pussy and brings them to her face. "That’s a good girl here, have a taste of yourself." Xiaoting latches onto Irene’s fingers, hungrily sucking on them. Irene finally acknowledges you again; looking down at your jeans, she sees how hard you are. "Enjoying our little show, I see. Xiaoting, get on your knees." Once released from Irene’s grip, she drops to her knees in front of you. "Now, you drop your pants and underwear." You do as told, and your cock springs free. Irene gets behind you and grabs your cock, giving it a few strokes. "My, my, look at how big you are. This is what you'll be taking on tonight, Xiaoting. Aren't you lucky?"
Xiaoting is nervous that much is easy to tell from her facial expression. Irene pushes you forward a step that way; your hard cock is right in front of Xiaoting. Irene smacks the younger woman's face with your cock. "You're going to be so full by the time we're done, baby," Irene says teasingly. She lets you go and kneels beside Xiaoting. "Go on, lick it, Xiaoting."
"But, mommy."
Irene grips Xiaoting’s hair harshly, "No buts," she pushes Xiaoting’s head forward, and your cock slips inside her warm mouth. Irene forces Xiaoting to the base of your cock. The younger woman gags and her eyes fill with tears as she struggles. After a few moments, Irene lets her go, and Xiaoting coughs as she recovers. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way, baby,” Irene says, her sadistic side coming out. As soon as she recovers, Xiaoting returns to sucking your cock, fearful of Irene pushing her past her limits. Considering this is a new experience for her, she isn’t the most skillful. Your cock rubs against the inside of her cheek as she tries anything to make you feel good. Her small mouth is wrapped around your cock; it’s enough to make you feel good; her tongue rubs the underside of your cock. “That’s what I like to see; you’re already getting the hang of it.”
It takes a few minutes but eventually, you feel your climax approaching. Your cock pulses within her mouth. Your moans grow louder, and Irene knows you’re at the edge. Irene grabs Xiaoting’s head again and uses her as a fleshlight for your cock, rushing her head back and forth. “Oh, fuck” is all you say before your seed floods down Xiaoting’s throat.
“That’s good; drink it all up, Xiaoting.” Irene watches intently, ensuring no drop comes out of her mouth. “Now, say thank you for the meal, Xiaoting.”
“Thank you for the meal.”
“Now bend over the desk, Xiaoting; you’re in for a real ride.” Xiaoting stands up and bends over Irene’s desk. The older woman sits on her desk; she spreads Xiaoting’s ass cheeks apart so you can see everything. “Go on, choose which hole you want.”
“Thank you, mommy,” you respond.
“Already calling me mommy. What a good boy.” You step forward, looking at Xiaoting’s asshole and pussy, and you choose to fuck her pussy. It glistens from the earlier usage at the hands of Irene. You rub your cock against it, “Good choice, now fuck her. Make her know what it means to be a cum dump. She wants this, don’t you baby?” A simple nod of the head is given. Hearing Irene’s encouragement, you slam yourself against Xiaoting, impaling her on your cock. Xiaoting screams in pain as her first time is taken. A wide smile grows on Irene’s face as she sees you holding nothing back. “That’s it fuck her like the slut she is!” Irene lays her head on Xiaoting’s lower back as you thrust into her. Xiaoting’s walls squeeze tightly around you as you push further in. Her screams turn into moans as she starts to feel pleasure. You feel your cock stretching her out with every thrust. When you look down, you see Irene; she’s started fingering herself as she watches you fuck her toy. The quick claps of your body smacking into Xiaoting’s fill the room as she moans for her mommy.
“Mommy, I’m going to cum. Can I cum? Can I?”
Irene rolls over to meet Xiaoting’s gaze. “Of course, my baby gets to cum during her first time being fucked by a man.”
“Thank you, mommy!” Xiaoting screams as she reaches her climax. Her body shakes, and her pussy gets tighter around you. A few more quick thrusts, and you plant yourself deep inside Xiaoting as you cum inside her.
“Mommy, I came too.”
“That’s a good boy, but you still have a job to do. Keep fucking her.”
“Yes, mommy.” You start thrusting again. Xiaoting’s moans get loud almost immediately.
“Mommy, I’m still sensitive.”
“You’ll just have to deal with it, baby. That’s what a good cum dump does.” Xiaoting had repeated orgasms as you continued to fuck her for over an hour. Load after load flooded into her already full pussy. Any that spilled out from your thrusts would be quickly replaced. After a certain point, Xiaoting stopped reacting and laid their babbling to Irene. When you couldn’t go on any longer, you pulled out and fell back onto the chair you sat in when you first entered the room. You watch as your cum floods from Xiaoting’s now gaping pussy onto the floor below. Irene sits up, drags a finger through the river of cum, and tastes it for herself.
“Tasty. You did a good job; we’ll have these lessons once a week until she’s a proper cum dump. Let me clean you off, and then you can leave.” Irene gets on her knees and engulfs your cock in one smooth motion. Her skilled tongue swirls around the head of your cock quickly as she bobs her head. Irene plays with your balls as she continues to suck you off. Quickly though, you feel one last orgasm coming, and you cum inside Irene’s mouth. Irene devours your hot load as she gives you a look of pure bliss. She takes your cock out of her mouth with a pop before standing up and waving you off for now. Once you’re ready, you step out of the office; instead of walking away, you put your ear to the door and listen.
“Did I do a good job, mommy?”
“You did a great job; next time won’t be easier, though. You’ll be getting both your holes fucked.” Irene says as she jams one finger into Xiaoting’s ass and another into her pussy.
“Yes, mommy”
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Huening Bahiyyih X Male Reader - Mall Date
Tags-Teasing, Creampie, Anal
A/n: Sorry this took so long I got sidetracked multiple times😅
You were currently on your way to pick up Bahiyyih.
Why were you picking up Bahiyyih, well because you were dating her.
You were friends with her brother Huening Kai, and when you met Bahiyyah, it was love at first sight.
It took a while to first make a move as you didn’t want Kai to know about your secret relationship with Bahiyyih.
And ever since you relationship with Bahiyyih has been rising, even tho you've only been dating for a few weeks.
Anyways you pulled up outside of her house and she walked out towards your car. Her outfit really stood out and you knew this day wasn't going to end without some sort of lust.
You unlocked the door and she sat down, immediately you smelt her rich perfume and her conditioner.
You stared at her for a while until you started the engine of the car and drove.
The drive was pretty silent until you reached the mall.
She cheerfully got out of the car and skipped towards the entrance, you knew how much she loved going to the mall.
When you entered, there was instantly a light breeze hit you and you shivered.
Bahiyyih held your hands while walking towards her go to stores that she always goes too.
By the time she walked out of the first store, you were already carrying many bags, but hey at least you were with the love of your life and that's all that mattered.
Whenever Bahiyyih entered a mall, she acted like a little kid who wanted everything.
You entered a clothing store as Bahiyyih said she didn't have enough clothes, ignoring her coset full of clothes she never wears.
She found a skirt that looked very nice, but the problem was that the skirt was very tight and if she bent down, everything would show.
Bahiyyih didn't care and ran straight to the changing room.
You took this a rest break, siting down on one of the benches next to the changing rooms, when you heard a whisper,
"Psst, Y/n come here I need your opinion !" Bahiyyih whispered loudly to you.
You walked towards the changing room Bahiyyih was in, closed the curtain, and admired Bahiyyih's ass I mean skirt.
Bahiyyih twirled in a circle before looking at you,
"Sooo, do you like it?"
"Like it? I love it!" You said while grasping Bahiyyih's ass.
"Babe! Stooop were going to get caught~" She said sarcastically, knowing where this conversation was heading towards.
"Not if were quick", and with one swift move you pushed Bahiyyih against the wall, lifted one of her legs up, and slid her pantie to the side.
You quickly unbuckled your belt, Unzipped your jeans, pulled your boxers down, and slowly inserted your already hard member inside of pussy using her liquids as lubrication.
Moans of pleasure quickly escaped Bahiyyih's mouths as you plowed her pussy.
You quickly subdued her moans by connecting your lips with hers.
You could instantly taste her cherry lipstick along with her sweet saliva.
Her mouth vibrating from your pounding definitely boosted your ego as you thrusted harder and harder.
Pound after pound her moans started getting louder and you knew if you kept going like this, you two would be caught soon, But you couldn't care, all you wanted to do was pound her cunt.
Bahiyyih quickly grew tired lifting her leg up so you sat her down on the seat next to her and continued fucking her, not letting a single second go to waste.
You felt your legs about to go numb and you felt you were about to cum, with a couple of thrusts left in you, you Thrusted as fast as you could before you made one final thrust, releasing your load inside her.
You were both panting and catching your breath,
"So you're going to get that skirt?" You said as Bahiyyih slowly noddded, still recovering from the mess you made inside of her.
You both tidied each other before walking to the cash register, Giving the skirt to the cashier.
Bahiyyih soon recovered and immediately went back to shopping, with of course you holding all her bags.
But you were too satisfied too care, until your arms soon started giving up.
You took breaks and lost Bahiyyih very easily, though it was easy to find her as she can be very loud and make messes a lot.
Bahiyyih went from store to store and bought anything that looked remotely nice. Money was being wasted left and right.
Bahiyyih never checked her bank account, for all you know, Bahiyyih could probably be in debt at the moment and none of you would know.
Anyways, Bahiyyih Entered a another clothing store, shocking I know, but there were lots of clothing racks and unopened packages everywhere.
This store was just opened so you didn't expect there to be a lot of people, and so did Bahiyyih, so she took advantage of it.
She quickly walked over to the tops and quickly chose her favorite tops that she could find.
There was one specific shirt that she wanted, but after about 30 minutes of trying to find that certain shirt, you two had no luck finding.
Just when you two were about to give up, Bahiyyih found the shirt at a clothing rack that was surrounded with boxes full of clothes stacked on top of each other.
The problem was that the shirt was way too far away and Bahiyyih couldn't reach it.
Despite you telling her you can get it, she refused not wanting to harm her ego.
Despite leaning on the table, she couldn't reach the shirt, and you were just standing behind her, waiting for her to get the shirt.
Bahiyyih them started doing little bunny hops to try and reach the shirt, and with each jump, her tight shorts started to slowly fall.
And with one final Jump, Bahiyyih reached for the shirt.
And with that final jump, Her tight shorts fell to the floor, and you stared directly at her bottom.
No panties, no shorts, just her plump and pale ass just inches away from you.
Bahiyyih was hanging on to the shirt, not wanting to let it go.
Thoughts were going there your head, Should you help her? Or should you do something else?
Your intrusive thoughts won as you soon groped a good part of her ass, admiring her asshole, wondering how would it feel.
Bahiyyih Squealed when you slapped her ass, looking back to see you admiring her ass,
"Hey! Were in a store, were not even hiding!"
She was right, the only thing covering you and Bahiyyih was a couple boxes and a clothing rack, anyone could Walk over and see what you two were doing, but that was a risk you were willing to take.
You bent down and slowly stuck your tongue inside her asshole, lubricating it and satisfying her at the same.
She could barely stand and you could tell she wanted to let go of that shirt, but she didn't, so you went in faster and faster.
Your tongue was swirling around and exploring more and more, and just when Bahiyyih was about to let go of the shirt, you stopped.
Her legs were shivering and she was breathing heavily, wanting more.
You stood up and started taking off your pants, once you took your pants off you're member was already rock hard.
You slowly lined up your member with her asshole and slowly inserted yourself into her, with moans of pleasure escaping her lips.
Your pace slowly increased as you got used to her asshole.
Moans and groans were heard all through out the store and you were sure security was already called, but you continued fucking her.
The more you plowed her the more her pegs and arms were shaking, but she still wouldn’t let go of that shirt, and you were determined to make her let go of that dress.
“Ah, your… so damn tight Bahiyyih!”
“Fuck, Keep fucking me in my tight hole!”
You accepted her requested and put all your power into your thrusts, making sure that she won’t be able to walk.
Your hips felt tired but you still kept thrusting.
Bahiyyih’s moans continued to get louder as the faster you plowed her tight hole, you couldn’t tell if her moans were from pain or pleasure, but either way she was enjoying the plowing.
You fingered her pussy while fucking her other hole and wanted to maximize her experience as much as you could.
You felt your limit was about to reach, and Bahiyyih knew your were near,
“Ah… Bahiyyih I’m about to cum-“
“Do it then! Cum in my tight asshole Y/n!”
She was a whole mess and could barely talk, but you wouldn’t turn down her request.
With a few thrust left in you, you made sure these final thrusts would make you cum.
You felt your legs shiver as you took one final thrust inside of her, before soon filling her insides.
Strings of your cum released inside of her as you took deep breaths to recover from the pounding you gave to Bahiyyih.
As for Bahiyyih, she could barely speak as she was a complete mess with her legs wobbling.
But more importantly, she wasn’t holding onto the shirt anymore.
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✨Just Breathe: The Dinosaur Diaries✨
✨Part 1: Introductions✨
Series Masterlist
A/N: One of my favorite things is writing about the first time Joel and reader meet, so this is how their story starts off 💚
Chapter Summary: It’s your first day at Sauros Corporation as a research assistant, but what you don’t know is you’ll be working under one of the hottest paleontologists that you’ve ever laid eyes on. Can you keep your wits about yourself, or will you fall fast for your smooth talking boss?
Pairing: paleontologist! Joel x fem researcher! reader
Word Count: 3k
Rating: 18+
Chapter Tags: Reader starts her first day as a research assistant, feelings, Joel being a casual flirt, Joel in a lab coat and glasses, mentions of Jurassic Park, allusions to smut, eventual smut, Joel is so broad, Jurassic Park au, science terminology I had to look up
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
Your palms sweat as you enter the intimidating glass building of Sauros Corporation. One of the biggest, most well known science businesses that specializes in paleontology. What you got your master’s in. You strive to continue on to get your PhD, but first you need to get a little work experience. So that’s why you’re here in this massive corporation that might just eat you alive.
Your black heels click against the polished white tile as fluorescent lights reflect off the cascading glass windows. You pull at your pressed pink dress and flex your fingers around the soft cotton as nerves rush down your body. Today was the most important day of your life. A gateway to your future, your dream job that you’ve wanted for your entire life. This was it. It was finally here.
When you walk up to the pearlescent marble front counter, a bubbly blonde girl smiles and stands from her office chair. “Hi there. How can I help you?”
You show her your work ID badge that you had gotten in orientation and respond, “This is my first day here. I’m here for…”
Her eyes brighten the moment she sees your name on the shiny badge. “Oh! You’re the new research assistant. Doctor Miller has been so eager to meet you! Your interviewer, Kylie, couldn’t stop talking about you to him. He’s already spoken so highly of you. He looked at your resume and everything,” she gushes as she comes around the bright desk and smoothes her pencil skirt down.
“He’s talked about me? Who is Doctor Miller?” you ask as you knit your eyebrows together and step back as she passes in front of you. You knew of Doctor Kepler, who you thought you’d be working under. But Doctor Miller? You never heard of him before, at least you don’t think.
“He’s who you’ll be working under,” she smiles warmly as she nods her head and signals for you to follow behind as her blonde hair bounces down her shoulders. “He’s our best scientist in the department, I’m sure you’ll love him.”
“How long has he been working here?” you ask as you pass through the lavish halls that are covered in glass framed pictures of dinosaur bones and biology cells.
“Over five years, he’s the best of the best. If you want to be a great scientist then he’s the perfect one to practice under. And you’re so lucky,” she beams as she looks back at you with big crimson lips.
“Why’s that?” you laugh as the click of heels echo down the lit up halls.
“Because,” she stops before entering the pad locked doors where only authorized personnel can get through, “he’s ridiculously good looking, but don’t tell him I said that.” She winks at you before turning to the glowing padlock.
Just what were you getting yourself into? Doctor Miller? Was he really all she talked him up to be? And was he really impressed by your resume and talks of your interview? Guess you’d find out.
She scans her badge and with a click of the door, they part open as she pushes herself through the strong metal doors. Your eyes scan over the expansive lab as your breath hitches in your throat. The lab is absolutely enormous. Colorful test tubes fill various racks on the metal shelves along the cream colored walls. Microscopes line the tables that fill the center of the room. Petri dishes with different organisms in them sit in glass refrigerators, sturdy dinosaur bones sit displayed in glass cases, and expensive scientific materials cover the room. It’s all intimidating as you step through your new work space.
“Right over here,” she smiles as she leads you to the middle of the room where two men stand around a fluorescence microscope.
Your eyes peel over the tall man that adjusts the lense while he talks confidently to his coworker. You listen as his deep voice carries through the room. “There we go. Think I got it just right this time. The edges are perfect, can actually see the cementum where those tiny black dots are. Fascinatin’,” he says in awe as he adjusts the microscope lense again to get a better look.
You study the man in front of you, watching the way his broad shoulders shift everytime he moves his arms. The white lab coat seems to cling to large muscles. He’s so very large and tall, very tall. Standing just above six feet. And his hands. Big, thick hands of a paleontologist for sure.
Just when you start to get lost in his words, the girl who had brought you back into the room interrupts their conversation. She clears her voice and steps forward as platinum blonde hair swishes behind her shoulders. “Doctor Miller? Sorry to interrupt, but there’s someone here to meet you.”
He turns quickly and adjusts his thick, rimmed glasses against his curved nose and smiles gently. You suck in a breath when you see his face, his smile, his eyes. He’s so gorgeous that you think you might fall over and knock a bunch of expensive lab equipment over.
He has the most beautiful chocolate brown eyes that you’ve ever seen before. His hair is tousled, curls spilling onto his forehead, dark brown with strings of grey twisting around each strand. His facial hair looks soft to the touch, salt-and-pepper scruff patching along his sharp jawline. And his smile. God, his smile. It’s so gentle and bright that it lights a fire inside your core. And he’s so broad. Strong muscles pulling against the white lab coat that clings to tanned skin. He’s the hottest scientist you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’re working under him?!
“Oh, you must be my new research assistant, yeah?” he asks as he smiles gently and says your name, pushing himself off the metal table as he starts making his way over to you. You feel like you’re about to topple over at any moment.
“That’s me,” you say shyly as you push a lock of hair behind your ear, a nervous habit you wish you wouldn’t do.
“Well, so nice to meet you,” he drawls, a Southern accent that rings through your ears like a sweet melody that was made just for you. He sticks his arm out and opens his palm for you to take. You automatically reach out to shake his hand, your own hand shaking as you’re completely intimidated by the hot scientist that stands in front of you.
When he clasps his fingers over yours and squeezes, you gulp as you look up into beautiful honey glazed eyes. Eyes that you could wade in and get lost in. His hands are so big, calloused fingers grazing against yours as you feel nerves pulling at every fiber in your body. He probably does a lot with those hands. Hands of an experienced, successful, gorgeous paleontologist.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Doctor Miller,” you say in a daze.
“Jus’ Joel is fine. You don’t have to call me Doctor Miller, unless you want to,” he mutters softly.
“Oh okay, Joel…” you answer barely above a whisper, your palm sweating from how close he is.
He lets his hand linger in yours for a few seconds too long, and you swear he’s staring deep into your eyes as you see the glint of a sparkle flash in the flecks of light brown. When he releases his grip, he runs a hand slowly through his tousled, thick curls and just for that moment you wonder what it’d be like to be underneath his large body, running your own fingers through messy, soft curls…
“I took a look at your resume the other day. I was quite impressed by what I saw.”
Your eyes go a little wide at what he just said. “Impressed? Of me?” you ask, floored by the obvious compliment. He was impressed with you?
“Mhm,” he smiles as he pulls at the sleeves of his pristine lab coat, “straight A student, top of your class? And you went to the dig site in Montana to do some research last summer? Very impressive.”
He stares at you a moment with one eyebrow cocked up, his eyes flicking over your figure as you swear he checks you out. Your cheeks burn red as he looks so intently at you, and it’s in that moment that you don’t know how you’ll ever work with this man. He’s so distracting, all you want to do is get lost in those syrupy brown eyes.
“I umm... I’m not that impressive,” you say shyly as you look nervously up at him.
“Oh, but you are. M’sorry if you were lookin’ forward to workin’ with Doctor Kepler, but I kinda convinced him to let me take you under my wing instead. Yours was the most impressive resume of them all, and trust me when I say I read them all.”
“Oh.” Your eyes widen and every bone in your body stiffens as you take in what he just said. He thinks you’re smart? He wanted you to work under him. Oh, fuck. “No, I… I’m sure I’ll enjoy you just as much as I would him.” Your cheeks glow red as you turn your head when you hear him chuckling under his breath. Did you really just say that out loud? Christ.
“C’mere. Wanna show you somethin’.” He nods his head as a tousled curl bounces against the side of his forehead, and you follow him over to the table that has the microscope all set up with a tiny fossil underneath.
“Go ahead,” he says with a nod to his head, asking you to look through the ocular lense.
You nervously walk up and dip your head down as you close one eye and focus intently on the fossil that sits beneath the lense. You take in the yellow tint of the amber, examine each particle that makes up the masterpiece of what sits beneath you, study exactly what you think it is.
Joel’s honeydew voice comes out deep and raspy as it stirs you to jump in your skin. “Let me pick your brain a minute. I wanna know if you can figure out what fossil that right there is,” he says as he comes to stand right beside you.
His hand presses against the base of the microscope, and you feel his warm breath run down the side of your neck. You can feel his body heat reverberate against yours as you start to breathe faster. Your mind is a blur as his body weight shifts against the counter, his lab coat brushing against the side of your arm as you hold tight to the tube of the microscope. It’s so hard to focus on what’s in front of you when his large, all consuming presence is right next to you. He’s not even touching you, and you’re already all worked up, and you know your thighs are sticky from sweat. What the hell is wrong with you?
“Hmm, let me think a minute,” you say as you try to depict what sits in front of you. You squint your eye as you try to register what sits underneath the glow of the fossil. There’s a small beak-like impression as you assess dark lines that almost looks like a hummingbird.
“It almost looks like… wait, maybe if I can get a closer look I can see,” you murmur as you continue to assess the shiny fossil.
“Here, let me jus’ fix this.” His large hand comes to sit on your shoulder as he pushes you carefully away from the eyepiece. His patchy scruff brushes against the side of your cheek, and you gasp at how close he is to you. You feel tension in your shoulders as you watch him adjust the dials to the right on the lense as he carefully looks through with one eye closed.
You watch him with bated breath, your eyes lock on his broad figure, thick fingers brushing against the crevice of the lense. You wonder what it’d feel like to be pinned underneath those strong arms, his thick fingers exploring every inch of your sweltering skin as he consumes you with the entirety of his mouth.
Fuck. This man is your boss, you can’t be having wet fantasies about him. He’s off limits, it can’t happen. You need to be professional, but why is it so hard to clear your clouded mind? He’s good looking, smart, nice. That does not give you the right to fantasize about him. Get a fucking grip on yourself for Christ’s sake. Enough.
“Ahh there we go. Go on now, take another peek.” He places his hand gently over the small of your back and pushes you forward as your breath hitches at the hand that burns through your dress and goes straight down to your skin that’s tingling from him.
You shake your head and get yourself composed as you lower your head and focus back on the fossil that’s waiting for you to examine. Your eyes widen as you see so much more clearly, the bright light shining straight through the yellow glow of the fossil as you can see exactly what’s in front of you now.
You gasp as you realize what it is. “No way! Is that an Oculudentavis? The smallest dinosaur to ever walk the planet?” You hear him chuckle and look up to see him smiling down at you.
“Very good,” he smiles as he gives you another once over glance, making your heart thump loudly in your chest as his honey eyes slip over you. “Now, how did you know that?” he asks curiously as he ticks his jaw and cocks an eyebrow up.
“I read a lot,” you shrug as you bite your lower lip. His eyes drop down to your glossy lips, and it makes you burn with need. Focus.
“Yeah, I’m sure ya do,” he chuckles as he leans against the table and crosses his arms over his broad chest.
“How old is this fossil?” you ask wondrously as your eyes flick back to the ancient fossil.
“Over fifty million years old,” he replies as his eyes weigh carefully on you. “Y’know, it’s not really a bird like everyone suspected it to be. It’s actually a genus of a lizard.”
“Fascinating,” you say dreamily as you lean up against the table and bump the side of your hip as your eyes train solely on him.
“It came from the domain Eukaryota, and the phylum it belongs to is Chordata. Funny how the Latin words revolve around a bird when really it’s a reptile. Some scientists even argue whether it was really a dinosaur or just a large lizard. But if you wanna hear my voice on the matter, I say it was a dinosaur.” He winks at you, and you feel your cheeks flush crimson again as you slip another lock of hair behind your ear and clear your throat before you decide to be a complete puddle on the floor.
“Think you’re right, Doctor Miller,” you respond shakily.
“Jus’ Joel, darlin’.”
Darlin’? Christ, a pet name? Or maybe it was just his Southern hospitality. But whatever it was made you weak at the knees.
“Joel…” you repeat, letting the name slip against your tongue as you swallow all feelings of want and desire down your throat. You are not falling for your boss.
“Attagirl,” he smirks.
Fuck.
“So, you want to be a real paleontologist?” he asks as his eyes flicker down to yours.
“Mhm,” you nod as you shift your weight in your heels.
“So tell me, how do you feel about real dinosaurs?” he asks as he shifts his weight to stand in front of you, his arms still crossed tight against the fabric of the button-up green flannel underneath his lab coat.
“Real dinosaurs?” you question as you knit your eyebrows together and try to decipher his question.
“That’s right. Real dinosaurs.” He smirks and the glisten in his chocolate coated eyes are pressing into yours like he knows something you don’t, and he’s chuckling about it in front of your face.
“Ummm I mean, I’m in the field trying to study them. I’d say I love them?” Your answer is hesitant as you still question him. What does he mean real dinosaurs?
“Well, guess it’s your lucky day cause your first assignment is about Stegosauruses.”
Your eyes shift to his as yours widen just a smidge. “What’s the assignment about?”
“Guess you’ll find out when we get there,” he chuckles as he adjusts his glasses and moves just enough to brush his arm against yours. You step out of the danger zone and pull yourself together instead of staring down into forearms that are filled with thick, twisting veins against tanned skin.
“Get where?” you ask carefully as you slide your tongue against the bottom of your teeth.
“To Jurassic Park. Home of the dinosaurs. Real dinosaurs,” he smirks as you see trouble brewing in those dark eyes of his. He’s going to get you into trouble with those honey eyes and sly smirk, you just know it.
“Real dinosaurs? But they’re… they’re extinct,” you whisper as you raise your eyebrows in question.
“Not at Jurassic Park they’re not,” he teases as he crosses his arms again. You just stare speechless at him as you get the feeling this man would never lie to you.
“So, how ‘bout it? My new research partner wanna go on a little adventure with me? Promise I’ll make it worth your while,” he smirks as you taste trouble on just his words alone.
And that’s where the adventure started, right there in his gigantic lab. Right when you saw those gorgeous brown eyes. You knew. This is where it’d all begin.
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I Can See You
Pairing: Charlie Dalton x FemReader
Warnings: fluff, mentions of smut, language, lust, mentions of heart break
Summary: Based on Taylor Swift’s Speak Now vault track I Can See You. In layman’s terms, you can’t deny your attraction towards Charlie despite your best attempts not to and you can’t seem to stop yourself from imagining the two of you together.
word count: 2,506
Masterlist
Welton had a strict rule against relations between male and female students. Ever since Welton had become co-ed there was absolutely no tolerance for any funny business between the students or the school will no longer allow the different genders intermingle. Yet that never stopped Charlie Dalton. He still did his best attempt at flirting with each and every female student in his age range. It was Gods gift when they allowed female students his freshman year. Nothing like being at the butt end of puberty and having a sea of females to choose from.
You had been the first to catch his eye, he liked how you had long hair that swayed across your entire back despite Nolan having a rule of three inches past the shoulder and nothing more. The long hair a clear sign of disobeying rules and he adored you for that. Even more when you went without pantyhose and Mr. Mcallister had to give you detention. As much as you hated to admit it you liked Charlie Dalton too. You had become friends after telling yourself to avoid him at all costs.
Charlie wasn’t ever really a friend though, and everyone knew it. You’d study in the library, knees touching even though you had an entire table of space. Nolan may of had a rule of no relations and you had followed it, truly, but if anyone saw the way you two looked at each other they all knew not a thought behind those eyes went along with that rule. So you had to settle for soft glances, quick brushes, and all the words you wanted to say wrapped up into a single look, and pray to God that the other knew exactly what you were saying when your eyes met.
It was like this for a while, that’s was until Molly Kepler. You were on your way to study with Charlie, excited to pass him a pencil so your hands could touch, yet you were met with an empty table. So you dropped your things and began to search the stacks for the boy when you saw a flash of the short blonde curls, and manicured hand wrapped possessively around your Charlie’s neck. A small gasp met your mouth and both heads snapped towards you, tears filled your eyes but you knew it was no use letting them fall. After all he was never really yours because it was against the rules. So you ran away, grabbed your things, and never studied with Charlie Dalton again.
It hurt that Charlie never tried to speak to you. It felt as if he had given up completely because he found someone willing to go against the rule despite mucking it up for everyone if they got caught. The boys never said anything either, you figured they knew he would mess it up at some point. So you went back to the way life was before him. You tried to get over him, really, but no other boy in the school had yet to cast your attention. So when he passed in the hall, eyes locking with yours, your heart would clench every time, even though it had happened Freshman year. Going into Junior year you told yourself it wouldn’t be that way, you wouldn’t allow him to have that affect
Then you saw him, but his eyes never met yours, they ignored you completely, and suddenly his shoulder was brushing past you, an electric touch igniting you and seemingly doing nothing to him. You figured he thought you couldn’t see him. Turning you watched as he walked away, immersed into a conversation with Knox, and even though everything between you had been unspoken you could still see him. You still knew exactly who he was, and longed for the things you wished the two of you could share. You wondered what he would do if you tried to touch him now, wondered what he would do if you could guarantee they’d never catch you, what he would do if you both never made a sound?
The students in the hallway cleared out, moving into classrooms, hustling to avoid demerits, but Charlie and Knox had stopped, their conversation flowing freely as Charlie leisurely leaned against the wall, a demerit not even on the forefront of his mind. Before you could stop it an image of you two pressed up against that exact wall, his fingers curled through your own, hot breaths fanning across each other, quickly you closed your eyes and moved into a classroom, missing how Charlie glanced down the hall and noticed your departure. He wondered what you would do if you knew he could see you too.
You had tried to keep thing’s professional between you two. You really did, that’s why you never made a move freshman year. Now you were older, the attraction clearer and more desperate. You worried you couldn’t fight it any longer. Something had changed and you liked it, which made it so much harder to avoid. Thing was you were never really good about following rules. Now Charlie was in your head, consuming you completely, and you weren’t sure you could pass the semester like this. It had already been a month, him ignoring you every time you passed, and it was all you had thought about, schoolwork not even a concern.
So you went for a walk, trying to clear your head, while the other students studied together or in the library. The quiet halls once a safe haven before you had an image of you and Charlie pressed against the wall to taint it. As if you summoned him he appeared in your sight, about to brush past, and avoid eye contact at all costs. Yet as if you weren’t in control at all your hand gripped his wrist, stopping him in place. Maybe it was just because you were alone, or you were crazy, or maybe you just needed a reason to get him out of your head, but you stopped him anyway.
You both stood there for a moment, facing directions of where you should just walk away, play it safe. Yet the part of you that lusted after him made you turn your head and for the first time this year you locked eyes, heart thumping quickly. As you searched each others eyes you both saw it, the longing for one another. You could still tell exactly what he was saying with just one look. You figured you were about to get an answer to the question of what would he do if you touched him now?
“Are you sure?” his raspy voice asked, deeper than it was freshman year and hungry with need for you.
“It's best that we move fast and keep quiet” was your only response and he nodded, tucking his bottom lip in as you tugged him down the hall. You knew the teachers kept a watchful eye over you but it was possible. There was the 5% chance you could sneak away into a room without getting caught.
“I thought you didn’t want to risk getting caught?” Charlie always assumed despite your feelings you’d never do anything with him, you needed to stay at the school more than you needed him. He was wrong.
“I thought you weren’t worth the risk but now I know I was wrong. I can’t stop seeing us together, you won't believe half the things I see inside my head” you earnestly told him as you tugged him into the coat room. Luckily the weather was still warm enough in Vermont, the chills of October bound to come by the end of the week, but still warm enough to not need a jacket.
“Wait 'til you see half the things that haven’t happened yet” Charlie said, shrugging his uniform Jacket on the floor. Your head tipped back against the wall, you tried to calm your heart rate because you had imagined what that looked like and now it was happening right in front of you.
What would you do if I went to touch you now?
What would you do if they never found us out?
What would you do if we never made a sound?
“I’m interested in what you saw in your head?” Charlie asked, sauntered towards you until he pressed flush against you. You let out a soft hum, trying not to let your thoughts run wild as he asked you this question.
“I saw you waitin' down the hall from me and I could see you up against the wall with me. I could see you throw your jacket on the floor. I could see you make me want you even more. I could only see you” at your admittance a sly smile crossed the lips of the boy, his hands curling up behind your head as his pelvis leaned his full weight against you on the wall.
“I can see you too” then suddenly his mouth was on yours, a sharp inhale between the two of you, breathing in the others air like it was the only way you could properly breathe. Your hands tugged him by his tie closer as his own ran through your hair. His lips were softer than you expected, brushing across yours light as feathers but their touch heavy with pleasure. You took a moment to experience each sensation, the soft press of his hands on the back of your head, the small hums of contentment that left his mouth, how his uniformed shirt scratched against your own. You should’ve broken the rules sooner.
You had imagined kissing Charlie hundreds of times. Back when you were just two innocent kids in the library to now. If you asked Freshman you she’d never guess it happened hidden away in the coat room with tension you could cut with a knife. As Charlie’s tongue dipped inside your mouth a small squeak left your lips and he promised he’d memorize it, because you were the only girl really worth kissing around here. The only girl he ever really planned on kissing. He wished every day he could tell you that Molly Kepler had come into him, that he was looking for a book Neil told him you might like. That what you saw gave you the wrong idea, but how could he when he wasn’t really sure if you two were ever a thing.
“I never thought this would happen” Charlie muttered, pulling back, his lips trailing down your throat. You gave him a small slap as he nipped a bit to hard, you were nervous he’d leave marks. He only chuckled at the action, enjoying it a bit too much.
“Me either” you finally told him, your hand leaving his neck tie to run through his champagne brown locks.
“What made you change your mind?” Charlie asked, pecking small kisses on your face, finishing at the tip of your nose.
“You ignore me in the hall. You used to look at me but now you just brush past as if I was nothing. I don’t like how that feels” you told him, his hands leaving your hair to hold you by your waist.
“I don’t look because it hurts too much. I hate myself for still missing you after all this time. I told myself that if I stopped longing after you I could start to move on” each word wrapped tightly around your heart, squeezing it in a hug, warming your bloodstream.
“They’re watching us, so keep quiet, don’t get caught, and keep your hands off other girls” you told him after the words finally settled and you seared them permanently into your heart.
“Are you claiming me as your own?” the boy teased, face moving towards yours.
“You always were Charlie” you grinned at him and at that he had all the more reason to kiss you again, loving how you tasted like strawberries but smelled like roses. His forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden, and he was going to do anything he could to keep you.
Suddenly the bell rang and quickly you unlocked your lips from his, eyes wide. Charlie admired how your lips were swollen pink, eyes slightly glossy, and hair a bit frazzled. He wished he could take a picture and keep it forever. Then you were rushing out his arms and towards the door. “Wait”
“Charlie the bell rang, we’ll get caught” you whispered and he groaned, hand holding your wrist.
“Please, one more minute?” he pouted like a child but you shook your head, removing his grip from your hand.
“We’ll be caught, until next time” you quickly pecked his lips, hands straightening your hair and uniform, and slipping out the door before he could protest anymore.
Finding alone time without getting caught was deemed impossible. At least you had started to study together again, your knees brushing having to hold you over. You weren’t as daring as Molly Kepler to make out in the stacks. So you had to settle for even the shortest of moments, a small peck when everyone’s head was turned. Then Friday rolled around and as Charlie walked into the classroom, handsome as ever in his uniformed suit and tie, a note slipped onto your desk. You looked up to see a devious grin as he continued to his seat as if he did nothing at all.
‘Meet me tonight
coatroom
-Charlie’
Your heart sped up, nerves prickling at your skin, but excitement bellowing in your stomach. You hadn’t expected that reaction. The risk of getting caught giving you an adrenaline rush. It made you regret not doing this sooner. The excitement surrounding sneaking around was more fun than you had read in your books. So you kept the note on you all day, anxiously waiting for lights out so you could make your way to the coat room. You worried how Charlie would sneak out considering the boys had to get past the watch dog. Yet he still appeared, quiet as a mouse in the darkness of the coat room.
“You made it” you whispered, a smile covering your face. Charlie smiled right back, hands curling around your own.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” then he was kissing you and he knew you would never tell, a secret pair of lovers.
“I could see you being my addiction” you whispered, eyes still closed from the perfect kiss. “It’s like I’m your secret mission”
“As long as we hide away I will start behaving” Charlie told you, taking a step towards the door. “Do you trust me?”
“I always have” and then he was pulling you out the door, into the hall, smiles and silent laughs shared between you both as you ran outside. Heading in the direction of the Indian cave you smiled because you were so thankful you could see him.
Thankful that he knew you could see him, because you knew that what he would do was claim you as his own.
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