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premise: all good things come in threes. the holy trinity. third time's the charm. peter, paul, and mary. your three roommates willing to help you experience how REAL, pleasurable sex feels like.
notes: fem!reader, roommate au, multiple partners, cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (wrap ut b4 u tap it plz), voyeurism, exhibitionism, multiple orgasm, reader has prior shitty sexual experience
a/n: inspired by this post i made some months back. i started this in hopes that it would eliminate my writer's block BUT IT DIDN'T but it's here now, and i'm very proud of it, and i'm slowly getting back to writing. appreciate your patience and support for all of my work across all of my blogs!!! also, if this is reminiscent of my older works, then...;)
it should be a quiet friday evening for you, all things considered.
you had gotten off work, came home to dinner lovingly prepared by euijoo, kicked jaehyun’s ass in mario kart, and received an unprompted but well-appreciated shoulder rub from jungwon. it was shaping up to be a good start to your weekend, a smooth transition into two days’ worth of rest.
that was, until jaehyun suggested the four of you have a few rounds of drinks. rarely do you ever get together as a complete unit of four, considering everyone’s hectic schedules, and this was exactly what jaehyun used to rationalize his little idea as he gathered the shot glasses and raided the apartment’s not-so-secret stash of alcohol.
euijoo and jungwon seemed down for it, too. the snack drawer was emptied and dumped on the carpeted floor of the living room, and before you knew it, the four of you were gathered in a circle, mixing vodka with the monstrous stock of mountain dew that jungwon of all people kept in one of the cupboards.
but the drinks turned into jokes, and the jokes turned into dares, and the dares turned into an impromptu game of never have i ever.
“this is childish. what are we, in high school?” you give each of your roommates a pointed look, trying to convey just how much you oppose the idea of the game.
yes, these are your roommates, the people you literally live with, and your bond goes beyond usual roommate bounds, but you’re not exactly sure about inevitably spilling all your dirty little secrets to them.
the three of them stare back, unfazed, eyebrows raised in equal challenge.
“that’s the point! it’s fun because it’s childish,” jaehyun reasons, shot glass in hand while he pours vodka into it. he turns to you fully, handing you the liquor.
“bottoms up, sweetheart,” he says.
you cringe at the nickname but take the shot glass, anyway. you down the drink in one graceful swoop, your face crumpling as the liquid slithers down your throat. your two other roommates whoop in celebration, and despite it all, you feel yourself relax as the warmth of the vodka spreads from your stomach to your limbs.
jungwon and euijoo throw their own heads back as they take their shots, and you muster up everything in you to stop yourself from staring at the bobbing of their throats.
you hand the glass back to jaehyun. he fills it up once more, pouring to the brim.
“now this is for the fun part,’ jaehyun teases, winking at you playfully.
“i told you, i don’t want to play,” you reiterate.
“boring,” jungwon quips from across you, grinning when you narrow your eyes at him.
“just one round,” euijoo encourages from your left, peering into your face and smiling sweetly.
you feel your stomach flip, and given your history of not being able to say no to euijoo, you can’t help but let his words get to you. you roll your eyes, sighing, though euijoo knows this is just code for ‘fine, but only because you said so.’
euijoo just knew you like that.
and euijoo could just get you like that.
he leans over and bumps your shoulder with his and you feel your face flare up with heat.
“you’re all gonna gang up on me anyway,” you pout. this earns a conspiratorial chuckle from jungwon.
“then at least you know what you’re in for,” jungwon reasons.
you brandish your middle finger up at him, to which he blows you a kiss in retaliation while jaehyun swats your hand down.
you should be irritated, annoyed, hassled—whatever other word describes the negative feeling that you ought to be getting from being teased around like this. but you just can’t. for all their shenanigans, your roommates are some of the only people who could get away with being like this with you.
in hindsight, and historically speaking, it probably isn’t healthy, and it definitely isn’t advised to develop feelings for your roommate, but here you are.
crushing on all of your roommates.
you’re not sure when it started, but you try to rationalize it by telling yourself that living with three guys in their early twenties was bound to create some complicated feelings eventually.
sure, let’s go with that.
“relax, ______, it’s just ‘never have i ever’,” jaehyun croons, pushing the shot glass into yor hand. you take it, eyeing it warily.
if euijoo was the sweet one, then myung jaehyun was the pain in your ass.
“it’s never just ‘never have i ever’ when it comes to you,” you counter. “you always have some ulterior motive behind these games of yours.”
jaehyun splutters, eyes widening as he throws his hands up as if in surrender.
“i’ve never been so offended in my life,” he complains.
“can we just start the game so we can actually start drinking?” jungwon’s voice cuts over the bickering. a finger presses against his temple, his eyebrows pinched together as he stares at you and jaehyun.
“okay, i’ll start,” euijoo jumps right in, and you barely have any time to blink, let alone register what’s happening.
“never have i ever performed oral sex in public.”
“why are we jumping into the sex stuff already?” you demand, a look of alarm settling on your face as you turn to euijoo.
euijoo shrugs, running a hand over his tired eyes. “i don’t know, ______. i’m kinda tipsy already, you know, so why not?”
you swallow, pretending that the lazy drawl in his voice doesn’t do something to you.
with a disbelieving huff, you take the shot glass from the floor in front of you and gulp down its contents in two swallows. you meet jungwon’s eyes as you finish, his drink gone as well as he sets his own glass down.
“okay, ______. we need details,” jaehyun urges, nudging your knee with his foot. you smack him hard on the thigh.
“that’s not part of the rules,” you deflect, snickering when you’re rewarded with a loud yelp from jaehyun. “besides, you want me to believe that you haven’t given anyone head in public?”
jaehyun shrugs, rubbing the spot where you hit him. “i haven’t given anyone head in public. receiving it though…”
euijoo and jaehyun make eye contact, and as if on cue, the two reach forward to dap each other up.
“i know what you mean, brother,” euijoo quips, a shit-eating grin spreading on his face.
“you?” you turn accusingly to euijoo. “really?”
euijoo schools his expression into one of innocence. “what? you think i don’t mess around?”
you pause, the implication clear in his statement. the thought of euijoo—your kind, soft-hearted, considerate roommate—going around hooking up with people sends a strange feeling creeping up your spine. not that he can’t be kind and hook up at the same time; his disposition has nothing to do with his actual sex life.
it’s the images that come to your head that give you pause.
his hand running up someone’s thigh. his lips ghosting over someone’s neck. his hips slamming against—
you blink, willing yourself back to earth lest you completely lose yourself in your thoughts.
“your turn,” jaehyun points out as he refills everyone’s shots. you blink again, your brain taking a few seconds to catch up.
“oh,” you say, clearing your throat. “never have i ever received head in public.”
euijoo and jaehyun’s voices meld into a single complaint.
“now that’s not fair!” jaehyun cries out.
“you did that on purpose!” euijoo protests.
“too bad, you shouldn’t have volunteered information i didn’t ask for,” you respond, chuckling as they begrudgingly down their shots. you and jungwon high five, identical grins settling on your faces.
“okay, you had your chance to get even,” jaehyun grumbles, pouting cutely. some stupid part of you wants to crawl over to kiss it off his face.
seriously, what is up with you?
“never have i ever faked an orgasm,” jaehyun declares, a wicked glint in his eye as he turns to you.
indignation fills you immediately.
“hey, now that’s not fair!” you cry out, reaching over to deliver your nth smack of the night to jaehyun’s shoulder.
“what’s not fair is you having to fake orgasms,” jaehyun says, laughing. he dodges another one of your attempts at his arm.
“statistically and biologically speaking, a lot of people with vaginas have a harder time finishing for a variety of reasons,” you argue. “you can’t hold my own biology over me!”
the three men burst into laughter, and you glare at each one of them in turn. you mutter under your breath about wishing you had a dick instead, downing yet another shot. your stomach burns with the liquid but the fuzziness is starting to settle now. you feel quite good, actually.
“what kind of shitty sex are you having?” jungwon asks from across you, head tilting in curiosity. some of his hair falls into his wide, delicate eyes and you watch as he brushes them back with equally delicate fingers.
“the kind that’s none of your business,” you retort, grabbing the bottle of vodka to refill your own drink.
you catch just enough of it to witness your three roommates exchanging looks. your face heats up and you’re not sure if it’s the embarrassment or the alcohol.
“it’s not to say that i haven’t ever finished during sex,” you blurt out, cringing once the words had escaped you.
“it’s just a phenomenon that’s few and far between.”
there’s pure silence for a few seconds, your roommates looking at you with varying degrees of worry and amusement.
“when do you orgasm?” euijoo asks and it catches you so off guard you nearly drop your glass.
“excuse me?” you demand. euijoo merely smiles lazily, leaning back against the couch behind him.
“what happens when you actually cum? like, what leads up to it?” euijoo expounds, and his choice of words has your bottom lip slipping between your teeth.
fuck, he sounds a little too hot saying the word ‘cum’.
“what is it with you guys and trying to pry into my sex life?” you question, putting on your sternest expression yet.
not that you aren’t willing to be forthcoming with them. truth be told, you’d tell them anything if they asked nicely enough. or if they just asked, point-blank, period. they don’t even have to be nice about it. you just think that it’s best to put up a semblance of normalcy, barring your filthy, unfiltered thoughts and fantasies from escaping.
thoughts and fantasies that involved them, of all people.
“aren’t we allowed to be curious?” jungwon questions, fixing you with another one of his looks. the one that has your stomach flipping ten different ways. that one.
“no,” you deadpan and you think you see a flicker of something in jungwon’s eyes.
if euijoo was kind, and jaehyun was an ass, then jungwon was the iron fist that ruled the apartment. not a hair left on the floor, no piece of furniture crooked when he’s in charge.
you think about how you’d hate to be on the receiving end of his ire. in the conventional sense, at least. elsewhere, though…
“your turn,” you say, shifting the subject back to the game before anyone else gets any more ideas.
but, having lived with your roommates for about half a year, you really should have known that they’re always full of ideas.
“never have i ever been eaten out before.”
jungwon’s lips rise at the corners as he waits for you to take a shot. you stare back, shrugging. you don’t move.
no one takes drink.
it takes a few seconds for the rest of them to catch up.
“never?” jaehyun asks, his voice pitching higher.
“what, you guys haven’t had your ass eaten out?” you feign a giggle, trying to shift the subject to anywhere but at you. “i thought for sure at least one of you would be into that.”
“that’s unimportant,” euijoo declares. “you’ve never been eaten out?”
you falter. “well—no.”
“that’s like foreplay 101. hell, that’s the main event for some people,” jungwon says, his expression full of disbelief. “you’re telling us no one had bothered to eat you out before?”
the way he so crudely talks about your bedroom activities has you shifting in your seat, thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve yourself of the growing pressure in your belly.
“i mean, no one really offered—,”
“that’s fucking insane,” jaehyun interrupts. “i’ll eat you out right now, if you want.”
a violent blush takes over your entire face as you nearly choke on air.
“you’re so full of shit, myung jaehyun,” your voice pitches higher as you stare at your roommate, your heart thundering just beneath your ribcage.
jaehyun merely shrugs as he beams at you. he pushes his wire-rimmed glasses further up his face, raking a hand through his hair after, and it’s with great self-control that you urge your eyes to look anywhere else but at him.
“we’re just saying, your past sexual partners must have been pretty selfish if they hadn’t as much as offered to…you know.” euijoo cuts in with a gentler approach, gesturing vaguely as he finishes his statement.
it never really dawned on you that this was such a strange phenomenon. sure, sex felt good for you on numerous occasions, and some of your encounters nearly brought you there. but it was never enough. half of them were clumsy, most too eager. their hands would grab too hard at all the wrong places and their fingers would leave you aching, and not in the way you wanted.
“i’ve never been fingered properly before, either,” you blurt out, voice fading to an unsure mumble towards the end.
euijoo raises his eyebrows. “i’m sorry, what?”
you sigh, deciding to just let it all out.
“most times, the people i’ve been with would try to…with their fingers,” you explain. you meet each of your roommates’ eyes one by one. “but it would mostly hurt and it didn’t feel good at all.”
you can practically hear the ticking of the clock in the next room over.
“and i ask you once more, what actually makes you cum during sex?” euijoo questions, fixing you with an equally worried and eager stare.
your throat feels parched, your words and thoughts a jumble in your head.
“i usually just get myself off. i rub one out while they…do whatever it is they’re doing.”
silence.
jaehyun looks to jungwon who looks to euijoo who looks back at jaehyun. for some reason, this feels more humiliating than if they were all staring at you.
“looks like you pulled the short end of the stick when it comes to the people you sleep with,” jungwon says with a little snicker. you flush as his eyes do a brief once-over of your figure.
“i know, i know, i shouldn’t have settled for anything less,” you grumble, pulling your knees to your chest. you curl into yourself, suddenly hyperaware of all of the eyes on you.
“i haven’t slept with anyone, in like, half a year. can’t have shitty sex if you’re not having sex at all,” you add, chuckling humorlessly.
“so your last was the ex you broke up with before moving here?” jaehyun clarifies, scooting closer until his shoulder is pressed up to yours.
you sigh, rubbing your eyes. “yes.”
another stretch of silence blankets the four of you, and you internally cringe at the direction this game and this conversation has taken. jaehyun shifts to your right, his arm draping over and around your shoulders.
“want us to help you?”
jungwon snickers and euijoo’s already large eyes widen even more. you whip your head towards jaehyun, equal parts scandalized and…aroused.
“cut it out,” you mumble halfheartedly, trying to pry jaehyun off of you.
“what? i’m trying to be a gentleman here,” jaehyun protests with a smile. his body heat and cologne muddle your senses.
“by offering to sleep with me?” you protest, elbowing him hard in the ribs. he winces but pulls you in even closer.
“don’t tell me you guys haven’t thought about it,” jaehyun says, gesturing to euijoo and jungwon, his brows raised knowingly.
you feel your entire body go simultaneously cold and impossibly hot, the sensations fighting as euijoo and jungwon look at each other.
“that’s quite the accusation,” jungwon muses, tilting his head, a traitorous smirk settling on his lips.
you feel all semblance of calm escape you, your heart beating faster than it already was. you turn to euijoo for any sort of reprieve from this situation you’ve found yourself in, but even he refuses to meet your eyes.
oh.
so it’s like that.
under normal circumstances, this should have scared you. disgusted you, even. but you would be lying if you said that you haven’t thought about them that way. sure, it started as innocent crushes, feelings developed for people you live in close proximity to. but as proximity goes, your rooms are crammed into one short hallway, walls like paper, and squeaky doors that don’t ever fully close.
you’ve heard them on certain nights, groans too rhythmic and sighs too loud to be anything but what you thought it was. you had felt like a pervert all this time, listening in and anticipating that stretch of silence right after an audible gasp, or that maddeningly loud creak of a bed as one of them finishes, headboard banging against your wall.
(you remember now it was euijoo, as his room is right next to yours.)
so all propriety aside, you have no choice but to admit that you’re irrevocably, undeniably turned on right now.
“so you have thought about it.” you finally find your voice and it seems to snap all three men out of their reveries.
jaehyun shrugs from beside you. always the candid one, his fingers trace patterns on your exposed shoulder, smiling when he feels goosebumps rise on your skin.
“you know i do. i haven’t really been keeping it a secret, have i?”
you meet jaehyun’s eyes and he looks at you expectantly in that annoyingly handsome way of his. you lick your lips and his eyes follow the motion, snapping back up right at the very last second.
“i thought you were just messing with me,” you whisper.
but you know. you know deep down he was doing anything but.
“well i’m not,” jaehyun says, disproving your statement.
“let’s make a deal.”
you turn your head towards jungwon who’s looking at you, calculation evident in his eyes. he glances briefly at your two other roommates before straightening.
“you let us take care of you and we can finally put this topic to bed,” jungwon continues calmly, as if he were just proposing who gets to do what chore in the apartment.
“i—what?” your voice is barely above a nervous whisper.
jungwon shrugs. “you said you’ve never been eaten out.”
he looks to jaehyun.
“wanna help her with that?”
jaehyun’s face immediately breaks out into a grin. jungwon continues before jaehyun can get a word in.
“you said you haven’t been fingered properly. maybe i can do something about it,” jungwon says without breaking eye contact. you feel your whole body tense up and shiver.
have all of you gone completely crazy?
“anything else we can help you with?” jaehyun says, glancing at euijoo, who seems to be the only one as affected by all this as much as you are.
euijoo takes a moment before looking over at you. even in your apartment’s shitty lighting, you can see the way his pupils dilate, eyes raking over your curled-up figure.
“what do you want?” euijoo questions, shifting his body subtly closer to face you.
you swallow, a million thoughts running through your mind.
this is ridiculous. this is reckless. this is dangerous. who thinks about sleeping with all her roommates? who entertains the idea of them ‘helping’ you by granting you sexual favors?
“whatever it is you think about doing when you jerk off at night,” you respond, despite yourself.
you relish the way euijoo’s breath catches, his lips pressing into a thin line.
jungwon and jaehyun simultaneously let out disbelieving chuckles. euijoo is bright red now, all the way to the tips of his ears.
“guess we aren’t so quiet when we—ah—relieve ourselves,” jaehyun muses with a chuckle.
“you especially,” you banter, digging your elbow once more into his ribs.
“oh, she’s got some bite,” jaehyun taunts, his hand sliding down your back before resting just above your ass.
“big talk for someone who just admitted to settling for bad sex,” jungwon pipes up. he pushes himself to stand, slinking over to where you’re seated.
jungwon crouches down, and due to his stature, even in this position, you have to crane your neck up to look him in the eye.
“want us to help you?”
you hear nothing but the steady thud of your heartbeat in your ears, and you feel nothing but sheer weightlessness as you ponder your options.
they’re offering, and you’re willing.
you inhale, resolve hardening in your chest.
“i’d like to see you try,” is all you say.
it’s like a switch is flipped within all three of them. you physically feel the room go still as all three sets of eyes turn to you. jungwon is the closest and in your direct line of sight. he grins, his hand reaching out, his pointer finger resting just beneath your chin.
“i’d like to see you take it.”
jungwon glances to jaehyun, raising a brow.
“i got it from here,” jaehyun says, voice low and rougher all of a sudden. jungwon nods before returning to his seat.
you turn, your heartbeat still thundering loudly in your ears.
euijoo and jungwon watch with attentive eyes as jaehyun lets his hand fall completely to the slope of your ass. his other hand reaches for your thigh, grabbing onto the supple flesh and maneuvering you to face him.
“you can still say no,” jaehyun whispers, fingers trailing up on your skin.
in what world would you do such a thing?
before you can overthink it, you lean forward to connect your lips with jaehyun’s. you hear jungwon snicker and euijoo inhale. jaehyun, on the other hand, smiles into the kiss, a hand coming up to cup your face. he pulls you closer, manhandling you over his lap, to which you allow yourself to respond eagerly, arms circling his neck.
jaehyun shifts beneath you, pressing his semi between your legs, and you gasp, rocking harder against him in retaliation. he moans wantonly into your mouth, but quickly pulls away to discard his glasses before diving back in with renewed vigor.
you tug at his hair and he digs his nails into your waist. months of teasing and sexual innuendos amount to this, with him half-hard and you leaking through your underwear.
“hurry up,” jungwon teases. you pull away, peering over your shoulder to see him chewing on his thumbnail, eyes dark as he surveys the scene in front of him.
euijoo looks like he’s about to explode.
glad to know you’re on the same page.
“hurrying is what got her here in the first place,” jaehyun warns with no real bite, a corner of his lips twitching up.
“isn’t that right, pretty? we’ll take it nice and slow for you tonight.”
you whimper involuntarily, jaehyun’s fingers traveling down to press firmly into your inner thighs. he wastes no time in coaxing you down, right onto your back.
you thank the heavens in your head for the foresight of suggesting that your living room needed a fluffier rug.
your hair spreads out beneath your head, and jaehyun rakes his eyes over your face, down to your neck, then to your chest, caging you in with his arms braced on either side of you.
“can i take these off?” jaehyun asks, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. his hair is sticking up all over, and you think about how ridiculously hot he looks at this moment.
“yes,” you mutter softly. this earns a soft smile from him.
“there she is. thought i wouldn’t be hearing that voice for the rest of the night.”
the soft croon of jaehyun’s words, coupled with the drag of the fabric against your warm skin as he pulls your bottoms down, sends yet another shiver through you. you’re left semi-exposed in just your underwear, your legs automatically clamping shut.
“none of that, sweetheart,” jaehyun urges gently, prying your thighs apart once more. “how am i gonna help you if i can’t even reach what’s here?”
just as he says this, he reaches down and presses two fingers right at your core, on the damp spot forming on your panties. you gasp, bucking into jaehyun’s hand. he grins, obviously pleased with your reaction.
“for someone so hesitant, you sure are eager,” jaehyun says, rubbing at the spot, movements traitorously slow.
“now you’re just taking the piss,” euijoo comments under his breath. “don’t leave her waiting.”
you crane your neck to look at your other roommate and you have to suppress a moan at what you see.
euijoo’s still leaning back against the couch, his fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. there’s a sizeable bulge at the front of his sweatpants.
jaehyun rolls his eyes playfully, withdrawing his touch to yank your underwear down in one fell swoop. you startle, but you let jaehyun slip the last barrier standing between his and the rest of your roommates’ eyes and your aching, wet pussy.
“oh, wow. you really wanted this, huh?” jaehyun questions, spreading your legs even further apart.
he settles on his stomach, face level with your core. you can feel his breath on your skin, hot and anticipatory.
“how can anyone let all this go to waste? if it were up to me, i’d make sure you cum at least three times. per session. for as many sessions a day as you want.” jaehyun snickers, his fingers making contact with the moisture pooling between your legs.
“j-jaehyun,” you whine, your hand flying down to his hair. he peers up, leaning into your touch.
you tangle your fingers in his hair and tug.
the first brush of jaehyun’s tongue over your cunt sends you almost careening over the edge already. having no prior reference to what being eaten out feels like, all you know is that the whole world seems to have fallen away, leaving only this: the sensation of pure, utter pleasure pulsing through your body from what jaehyun’s mouth is doing to you.
he latches his lips over your clit, suckling gently, and your hips shoot straight up, grinding against his face. jaehyun hums against you, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub over and over.
your whole body ignites with what you can only describe as the most blissful burning sensation you’ve ever experienced. jaehyun pulls you closer to him, your legs thrown over his shoulders as his arms hook around your thighs, locking you in place. his nose brushes your clit as he teases your hole and it’s like a thousand fireworks go off right within your body.
“fuck, that’s hot,” you hear a voice say somewhere else in the room. you think it’s jungwon.
your eyes blink the bleariness away as you try to make sense of your surroundings, an attempt to find reprieve from the near-overwhelming sensation that jaehyun is dealing you.
jungwon is worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, the heel of his palm pressed into the front of his pants.
you glance to the side and nearly cum from the sight of euijoo languidly stroking himself as he watches you, fully engrossed in the scene unfolding in front of him.
jaehyun pulls your attention back to him, his whole mouth suctioning over your clit, tongue flattening and applying a constant pulse of pressure. you’re practically thrashing around by now, not used to the attention dealt to your most sensitive area.
your first orgasm of the night comes quickly and unexpectedly, your whole body tensing as jaehyun fucks his tongue into your hole. you clench up, thighs pressing into the side of jaehyun’s head.
“oh fuck—jaehyun!” his name falls helplessly from your mouth. “j-jaehyun, please!”
you don’t know what you’re begging for, but you know that you never want to stop feeling this way.
jaehyun doesn’t let up, even when you’re whining in protest, fingers pulling at his hair. still, his tongue laps up at the overflowing arousal, burying his face even deeper into your pussy, as if it were his last meal deprived from him.
“come on, baby, one more,” you hear jaehyun say, words almost completely garbled as he continues to undo you with his mouth. he reaches up and shoves your shirt up, one hand roughly grabbing at one of your tits.
how convenient for all of you that you decided to forego a bra tonight.
you moan, arching into his touch, your own fingers curling around his wrist as he kneads at your soft flesh. you feel another orgasm approach.
jaehyun pinches harshly at your nipple, tugging right after, and for the second time, your entire world burns white-hot. you cum yet again, breath caught in your throat as your face scrunches in ecstasy.
your roommate pulls away from between your legs, watching as you slump back down to the ground, panting and completely spent. you peek at jaehyun, his lips and chin completely drenched in you as he observes your every move.
“good?’ he asks. you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you.
“i’m afraid anyone who comes after you will have a hard time living up to that,” you admit, throwing an arm over your eyes as you try to catch your breath.
but before you’re afforded a minute’s rest, your arm is pulled away as jungwon’s face comes into view.
“don’t challenge me, sweetheart,” jungwon says with a smirk. he glances at jaehyun.
“move. it’s my turn.”
jaehyun exaggerates a bow, leaving you with a wink as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. he stalks off to take jungwon’s seat at the side, the tent in his own pants painfully obvious now.
“still okay?” jungwon asks, a palm smoothing down your arm. “does your back hurt? do you need a pillow?”
you shake your head, giggling. “i’m fine, wonie.”
jungwon’s eyes darken at the nickname, mischief painting his smile. “so, is it fine if i do this?”
you don’t have time to register his question before he’s reaching down, the tip of his finger circling your hole. you yelp, instinctually pulling away, your core sensitive from jaehyun’s ministrations.
without waiting for an answer, jungwon plunges two fingers in, his other hand pressing down on your stomach to keep you in place.
“i thought you wanted us to show you how it’s done?” jungwon asks, voice steady, with the barest hint of teasing.
“or is it too much?”
jungwon drags his fingers out half of the way before pushing them back in. you jolt, a high-pitched whimper spilling out from your lips. the fingers inside you curl up against your walls, sending your eyes rolling to the back.
it’s too much and not enough all at once.
“that’s it,” jungwon says, curling his fingers even harder the second time. “so responsive. so good for us, hm?”
your hands try to find purchase somewhere, anywhere, and eventually, they settle on clutching onto the sleeve of jungwon’s sweater.
“please,” you beg for nothing and everything. “jungwon, h-hurts, need it, please—”
“use your words properly,” jungwon interrupts, tone admonishing.
“faster,” you gasp. “please fuck me faster, harder.”
jungwon snickers, pace immediately picking up. your back arches, your clit twitching from the lack of attention. you reach down, rubbing harshly.
“oh, fuck,” jaehyun’s voice is hoarse over the roaring in your ears. “that’s so fucking hot, baby.”
his words spur you on, your hips moving on their own accord, swiveling and thrusting closer to jungwon’s hand. he slams his fingers repeatedly in and out of you, curling at the very last second before pulling out and then repeating it over again.
“filthy, aren’t you? bet you fantasized about us fucking you like this. using you like this,” jungwon sneers, tugging your shirt all the way up and over your breasts. he continues what jaehyun started, pinching and tugging and rolling your nipples between his fingers.
he lands a hard smack to your tits and it sends a shock of pleasure all over you.
again and again he repeats this, and you feel the skin on your chest start to warm. finally, as his fingers brush over your sensitive peaks for the nth time, coupled with the pressure in your belly from his fingers, your third orgasm tears right through you, unraveling you once more. you twitch and shudder, tears springing in your eyes with how tight you’re squeezing them shut.
it takes about a minute for your whole body to relax, your limbs splayed out as jungwon pulls his fingers out.
“good girl,” jungwon praises, pushing his fingers into your mouth without any preamble. you bristle but let him slide in, your saliva quickly coating his digits, salty from your fluids.
“shit, look at you,” jungwon laughs breathily. “don’t blame me if i’m coming into your room every night just to see this view again and again.”
you whimper as jungwon withdraws his hand. he leans down, pecking your lips lightly.
“hope that was good enough for you,” he whispers, pulling back before you can even respond.
your heart is hammering in your chest as you watch jungwon take a seat beside jaehyun, who is now full on jerking himself off, cock slick with precum as he eyes your half-naked body on the living room floor.
euijoo drifts into your line of sight, his expression hard to read. he has himself tucked back into his pants, but it’s obvious that he’s still rock hard underneath. he crawls over to you, then settles into a sitting position beside you.
“still good?” euijoo asks, brushing some of your hair away from your face.
you nod, pushing yourself up onto your elbows.
“need a break?” euijoo continues. “we can stop now, if you want.”
you tilt your head. despite everything, you can’t help the urge to poke fun at your very mild-mannered roommate.
“why? what are you gonna do to me?”
euijoo’s eyebrows shoot up, eyes moving down to study your figure.
“i’m not going to do anything. you are,” euijoo responds. he reaches out, tugging at your arm.
you let yourself be pulled up to a sitting position, too weak to protest much. anticipation courses through your veins as euijoo lies down, propping himself up on his own elbows.
“you asked what i think about doing when i jerk off at night,” euijoo begins, tugging you closer.
“i think about you, riding me, fucking yourself on my cock.”
your breath stutters but a new wave of arousal washes over you. you tentatively push yourself up on your knees, scooting over to where euijoo is. you eye his clothed dick, unsure, momentarily glancing up at him.
his eyes appear glazed over, but still hardened with resolve.
“if you want to experience good sex, maybe you’ll have to work for it a little, hm?” euijoo gestures to his sweats, to the string still tied tightly.
you balk at his words, not expecting him to take this tone with you. granted, he’s still speaking as he always does, but the way euijoo so flippantly tells you to work for it has your thighs clenching together once more.
you reach over to tug at the drawstring, undoing the knot, careful not to let your hand brush directly on his bulge. you pull at the waistband next, taking euijoo’s underwear along with it.
his cock springs free and you feel yourself get dizzy.
euijoo is long and full, heavy in your hand as you take hold of him. he’s still slick from his precum, beads of it continuing to leak from his tip. he hisses as you stroke languidly along his length, your mouth watering as you do so.
“don’t be shy,” euijoo says with a little chuckle. it sounds innocent, lighthearted. but there’s a glint in his eye that has your stomach twisting in the best way possible.
you oblige, swinging one leg over his supine form. you line him up at your entrance, and at the last second, you peer over your shoulder at your two other roommates.
jaehyun licks his lips, cock on full display as he fists it harshly, and jungwon has something in his hand, clutched tightly around his own length. with a jolt, you realize it's your underwear. the lace material drags up and down jungwon’s dick, for sure ruined beyond measure.
“eyes here, _______.” the sound of your name from euijoo’s lips forces your attention back to him. he holds you by your thighs, thumb rubbing back and forth on your skin reassuringly.
you inhale, sinking down on euijoo.
the first slide in has both of you groaning, your mouth falling open as you make it all the way down. the stretch is unlike anything you’ve felt before, and the way euijoo’s fingers dig into your things adds another delicious sensation into the mix.
“god, you feel amazing,” euijoo breathes, his pelvis automatically rolling up. you gasp, bracing yourself on his chest.
“ride me, baby,” euijoo implores. “please, need to see you. ride me”
without as much as a second thought, you lift yourself up before grinding your hips back down. this sends both of you moaning, your nails digging into the fabric of his shirt. you repeat your movement, swiveling your hips just as you remember doing with all those people before, with your exes and flings, desperate to impress them despite them leaving you disappointed time and time again.
but you know euijoo would never disappoint you.
euijoo grunts beneath you, praise coming out in ragged breaths. his voice pitches higher whenever you clench around him and you make it a point to drag this sound out of him with every chance you get.
“you’re so fucking good at this,” euijoo declares, his hands moving up to grip at your waist as you lean over him.
“yeah, baby, use me. get yourself off.”
“ah!” you whimper, hips slamming down against his as you desperately chase your fourth orgasm of the night. thanks to your other housemates, the sensitivity between your legs is at an all-time high, easier for you to coax yourself closer to your release.
you can vaguely hear both jaehyun and jungwon behind you, panting and for sure jerking off to the sight of you riding euijoo, and you wonder rather hopefully if perhaps they’d like to join in.
you feel your knees start to burn against the carpet, despite its soft material. your thighs also ache, but the promise of another earth-shattering orgasm looms over you.
“need me to take over?” euijoo asks between labored breaths. you nod hurriedly and euijoo grins.
“i got you,” he says, and before you know it, you’re being pushed onto your back, a momentary dizziness overcoming you as euijoo wrangles you into a different position.
but before you could get comfortable, euijoo’s firm hands grip your hips, twisting you around and onto your front. a gasp catches in your throat as you scramble to maneuver yourself properly onto your chest.
euijoo presses your upper back down, forcing you onto the ground, while his other hand hauls your lower half up.
“you wanted to see them, right?” euijoo croons smoothly as he runs his hands up your back. you feel him poke against your entrance.
you glance up at jaehyun and jungwon, the former now sprawled on the couch, his hand furiously fisting his length, while the latter is eyeing you ravenously, your underwear still clutched tightly in his hand as he fucks into the soiled material.
euijoo takes hold of your hips and slides right back in. you whimper as your arms attempt to hold your body up, but to no avail. your elbows buckle and you have no choice but to arch even deeper as you bear your weight on your forearms.
“that’s right,” euijoo pants. “look so pretty like this, all bent over for me.”
“fuuuck,” jaehyun drawls, throwing his head back as his hand moves impossibly fast.
euijoo chuckles. “and for them.”
you keep your eyes trained forward, watching your roommates completely lose themselves to the scene in front of them: you getting fucked to oblivion by who you thought was your most respectful roommate.
absolutely nothing is respectful about the way euijoo is drilling into you now.
you feel the telltale coil tighten in your belly and you cry out as euijoo slams in particularly hard.
“i-i’m close,” you warn, head falling and hanging uselessly between your shoulders.
your whole body is jostled with how rough euijoo is fucking you, and you can feel the desperation radiating off him; the need to get you there and the desire to be right there with you.
“euijoo, please, please, please,” you repeat, like a litany only meant for the filthiest of ears to hear.
“come on, sweetheart,” euijoo urges, hands clamping down impossibly hard at your waist.
“let go for us. you can let go for us.”
a strangled cry erupts straight from your chest as your orgasm hurtles into you. you’re sobbing into the carpet now, hiccupping and mewling like a hurt kitten as wave after wave of pleasure slams through you.
euijoo keens as his own release comes upon him, spilling his loud into you and on your ass and back as he jerks himself off the rest of the way.
your arms tremble, body collapsing as the last dregs of your euphoria seep out. you lay on your side, hair a mess, and breathing ragged.
your roommates' muffled voices and footsteps drift around you, but you don’t hear much at first, too spent with everything that’s transpired. eventually, you push yourself up to survey your surroundings.
jaehyun catches your eye just as he’s walking into the living room with a bottle of water. he looks disheveled, but the bulge in his pants is gone now, though his lower lip is still swollen from what you assume is him chewing relentlessly at it. a cool sensation presses against your back as someone wipes away at your skin.
“i made a mess. sorry,” euijoo apologizes from behind you and you startle, head whipping around. he grins sheepishly at you as he leans in to kiss you briefly.
“turn around, please. let me clean you up.”
you don’t have to be told twice.
jaehyun leaves the water in front of you and jungwon reappears a second later with a bundle of clothing in his hands. you realize quite belatedly that it’s a fresh pair of underwear and shorts of yours.
“you okay?” jungwon asks, placing the clothes gently into your hands.
you giggle, leaning up to capture his lips in yours.
tfw you know you had a really emotional dream bc you woke up feeling really sad, but that feeling fades pretty fast bc that's just how dreams are sometimes... but then mid-work shift, you remember a little bit of the dream and while nothing is specific or detailed, you remember the feelings and get really emotional and start tearing up while working 🥲
all i really remember is i was supposed to act with someone on stage and on the last rehearsal, i messed up my timing. and day of the performance, i was walking hand in hand with someone past this big ship thing that was typically used as a dorm of sorts for guests from other parts of the country and we were on our way on stage to perform...
and there's a song involved, one i don't think i've ever heard before before the dream, but i don't remember it anymore 😭 i wish it existed irl bc just thinking about that song in particular is making me sad and i wanna playlist it or somethingggg
also my brain is telling me the person i was holding hands with was Taehyung but i highly doubt that?? brain's probably just saying that bc ✨ acting ✨
tfw you know you had a really emotional dream bc you woke up feeling really sad, but that feeling fades pretty fast bc that's just how dreams are sometimes... but then mid-work shift, you remember a little bit of the dream and while nothing is specific or detailed, you remember the feelings and get really emotional and start tearing up while working 🥲
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Lee Sangwon | minorsDNI | wc: 1.8k
summary: Sangwon masturbates in a massage chair and then pisses all over himself, but the piss part is at the end in an epilogue of sorts and can be easily avoided if that's not your cup of tea
contains: semi-public masturbation, arousal from massage chair, humiliation kink, piss
a/n: very self-indulgent fic for Sangwon's birthday ♡ cross posted on ao3
The dimly lit room is just off the main pool area on the first floor of the hotel. While the pool itself is locked up tight, this room remains open for any late-night guests wishing to make use of one of the several pay-to-use massage chairs that line one wall.
It's in the entrance to this room that Sangwon stood earlier while the rest of the members made themselves comfortable with the machines, with the blond simply looking, watching, thinking. Planning.
"Aren't you going to use one? There's one open at the end," Junseo had helpfully informed Sangwon.
The blond just smiled and shook his head. "Not now. Maybe later," he replied and turned to walk back to his room.
Now, hours later after everyone else has gone to bed, Sangwon stands in the same spot, deciding. Has he thought this through? Probably not enough. Will he get in trouble? Not if he doesn't get caught. Is it worth the risk? Oh, yes.
Money in hand, Sangwon silently walks down the row of chairs all the way to the one on the end. It seems a bit silly, desiring privacy when his goal requires the risk of being in a semi-public space. But, just in case someone comes in, he'll be more concealed and might have time to make himself decent before they see anything.
Sangwon stands in front of the massage chair. His heart is racing and he hasn't even done anything yet. With a shaking hand, he reaches down to insert the paper bills. The machine hums and swallows the money. Okay, here we go. Sangwon slides off his shoes and slips into the seat. He does a little wiggle to get comfortable and waits, chest pounding with anticipation.
He can't stop the grin that develops when the massager starts its cycle, the whole chair gently vibrating as the rollers work their magic traveling up and down his back and along his legs. There's slots in which the customer can put their arms for a massage, as well, but Sangwon doesn't have any use for those right now. He needs his arms free; his hands will be put to other uses soon.
The leg rest comes up, the chair slowly tilts back, and for a moment, Sangwon allows himself to take a deep breath and relax. He hums as the tension melts out of his body. It really would be nice to just sit and enjoy this with no one around to see how his body inevitably reacts, but it's precisely that reaction that he's been looking forward to.
And now that he's here, exactly where he's going to get this stimulation, it's difficult to think about anything except getting to the good part. It might be because of all the different ways he's been playing out this scenario in his head all day, or maybe the massage and the vibrations are having the effect he expected they would, but it doesn't take long until Sangwon feels himself getting excited, the familiar stirring sensation in his crotch that tells him It's go time.
Ever since the first time he sat in one of these massage chairs and felt the way the entire chair seemed to be engulfing him, how every part of his body that was in contact with the furniture was being rubbed and vibrated, he's been thinking about doing this. There's just something about the feeling of getting a massage by a machine, the mix of soft vibrations and the unrelenting kneading across his body that Sangwon finds incredibly arousing.
Sangwon takes another deep breath. He's sure there isn't anyone else around, especially at this time of night, but he still watches the doorway for a moment, listening intently for any sounds of passersby.
Hearing nothing, he carefully slips his hand through his sweatpants and into his underwear, glad that he wore garments that have the convenient slit in the front of them. A shiver runs through him when his hand makes contact with his half-hard dick. He can't get the thought out of his mind: I shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn't be doing this. And yet, he doesn't hesitate to pull his cock free through the slits, exposing just the most intimate part of himself to the open air of the empty, but still public room while the rest of him is concealed under clothing.
He groans quietly. It feels good. Naughty, dirty. The possibility that anyone could walk in right now and see him like this, dick in hand, moaning over getting a massage has him throbbing, cock firming up the rest of the way to stand at attention in his hand. Sangwon watches the doorway while he gives an experimental tug on his dick. Still no sign of anyone. He purses his lips and starts a slow rhythm of pumping his dick, then pauses. Too dry. With the chair in a fully reclined position, Sangwon has to sit up quite a ways to be able to lean over and, gathering up a good amount of saliva, lets the spit pour out of his mouth directly onto his cock.
He slathers his cock with the saliva and starts a leisurely pace once again, three fingers wrapped loosely around himself. "Fuck," he mutters. The rollers of the massage chair work their way up and down his back and legs to contribute sensations to other parts of his body. A series of little hums slip from his lips, the pleasure building as he strokes himself.
His grip tightens as he synchronizes his strokes to the pattern of the rollers, up when they go up, down when they go down. It's much slower than when he usually jacks off, but Sangwon wants to take full advantage of this situation. Precum beads at the tip of his cock. He palms the head to collect and encourage more, the fluid immediately becoming more lubricant for his languid strokes.
What would the other members think if they saw him like this? Their center, their number one, openly jerking off in the massage chair of a hotel while everyone else is asleep upstairs. Filthy. Gross. Sick. Sangwon's hand automatically speeds up. They would be so ashamed of him. Disgraceful. Indecent. Disgusting. He bites his lip to keep from loudly moaning as his grip tightens further, pumping his cock harder and faster than he's ever done before.
Sangwon's body undulates gently in time with the rollers as they work their way up and down his back. It's a stark contrast to how his hand moves in a frenzy over his cock. While not sure how much time has passed, he knows the chair is on a fifteen minute timer and he wants, needs, to finish before the massage does.
He's on the cusp of release, imagining every foul thing his members could say to him, every dirty look they could give him, anything to give him that last push over the edge. Then, by some weird and erotic chance, the massage chair's program switches up the pattern and assaults his body with an overload of new stimulation. The rollers knead circles in the small of his back and vibrations target his upper thighs, the effect overwhelming and instantaneous.
With a gasping cry, Sangwon cums, his release splattering onto his shirt and decorating it in obscene white abstract art. He curls in on himself, hips thrusting shakily into his fist. His hand slows, but doesn't stop while his climax continues. Sangwon is intent on drawing out every ounce of pleasure from this until the last drop of cum leaves him.
Sangwon collapses back as the final spurt lands weakly on his hand. Only then does he let his hand fall beside him, his spent, softening cock coming to rest on his soiled shirt. His chest rises and falls with deep, panting breaths as his body tremors and twitches in the aftershocks of ecstasy.
Somewhere deep in the back of his mind he curses his overexcitement. He didn't consider how he was going to get back to his room when his torso was covered in cum. There probably won't be anyone around to see. There was no one else the entire way down here. Sangwon can quietly sneak up to his room, change clothes, and go back to bed. A soft smile graces his lips. And no one has to know.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The pressure in his bladder is nagging at him now that his body is relaxed from his orgasm. He's been needing to pee this entire time. Experiencing both of these releases was one of his objectives in coming down here and he spent several hours of the evening leading up to this in preparation by downing as much water as he could. Sangwon points his dick upwards and gives it a couple loose pumps. He's already covered in his own release, damage done, so what's a little more?
Without a second thought, he eases his hold on his bladder. It takes a moment, but soon, a small stream of pee drizzles out of his dick and over his hand. He grins, a giddy laugh bubbling up as he strokes himself a couple more times. The trickle resumes and builds in strength until it resembles a delicate fountain, the pressure finally being relieved from his bladder as all the hot, pent-up urine escapes to thoroughly drown his hand, his lap, and the borrowed massage chair. He knows he shouldn't be doing this, but that's exactly what makes it so thrilling.
Sangwon whines, the sound long and drawn out as he slowly fondles his flaccid cock. The movement causes his piss stream to wander and spill past his lap to the sides of the chair.
Then abruptly the massage cycle comes to an end. The vibrations cease, the rollers go back to their original positions, and the chair returns from reclined to upright. The room is suddenly quiet save for the noisy splattering of his urine as it lands on all the wet surfaces surrounding him as his stream continues undeterred, but slowly lessening.
As his stream weakens, Sangwon leans forward and points his cock straight ahead. Being careful to avoid his shoes, he lets the last few seconds of his stream land on the floor in front of him with the final subsequent spurts darkening the legs of his sweatpants.
Sangwon's breath hitches when he sees just how much of a mess he is. His clothes are soaked. The chair is soaked. The floor around him is soaked. Cleanup will be a bitch and he'll never look at a massage chair the same way again, but it was so worth it. Sangwon relaxes back in the wet chair and sighs, curiosity and perverted desires completely satisfied.
HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN - Lee Leo x reader x Lee Sangwon
a/n: much due comeback i suppose. received many asks wanting more leowon, so here you guys go. hope you all enjoy and pls do comment and reblog and send your feedback and just appreciate it bcs yes i need validation. :'D also,, banner made by my hot girl @jaylaxies
cw: f! reader, sangwon and reader are in a relationship, oral (f! receiving), tit play, dry humping, p in v, unprotected sex, kind of cucking? cum play, THEY'RE HIGH AND ARE DOING DRUGS, switch sangwon, dom leo, sub? reader
WC: 3k
the smoke lingers in the air like a thick, heavy blanket, making every movement feel like it’s happening underwater. sangwon is slumped back against the pillows, his eyes half-closed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he watches the way the lamplight hits your skin. his hand is resting on your thigh, his thumb tracing slow, absent-minded circles that make your nerves tingle.
next to you, leo is a different kind of high. he’s wired, his gaze locked on you with an intensity that feels almost predatory. he isn't trying to be cool or collected like his usual self. he’s propped up on his elbow, his chest huffing as he watches sangwon’s hand move higher on your leg.
"you have no idea how long i’ve been sitting here just wanting to rip those clothes off you," leo whispers, his voice thick and raspy from all the weed. he reaches out, his large palm sliding over your stomach, the heat of him searing through the fabric. "i’m sitting here with my dick so hard it hurts, and all i can think about is how sweet your cunt must taste right now."
sangwon lets out a low chuckle, leaning over, his face inches from yours, smelling of weed and his scent you’re so familiar with. "he’s been staring at you for twenty minutes, baby. Such a fucking pervert for you. look at him."
leo doesn't even look insulted. he actually shifts, deliberately pushing his hips forward so the massive, pulsing bulge in his sweats is impossible to ignore. it’s thick and shameless like him. "i am," leo admits, his voice dropping an octave as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your underwear. "i’m a freak for her. i want to see her messy.” his index finger taps your clit, as if talking to it and not you. “wanna see her all swollen and red from us taking turns."
sangwon’s hand finally slips beneath your lace, his fingers finding your slickness immediately. you gasp, the sensation heightened by the weed, making your whole body arch. sangwon’s eyes darken as he feels how wet you are. "god, you’re soaking. you’re already dripping for him, aren't you?" leo leans in, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot on your lips. "is she? let me see." his voice is soft, but it carries a command that makes your core ache.
slowly, almost agonizingly so, they work together to strip you. there’s no rush. every inch of skin revealed is met with a lingering touch or a low groan of approval. when you’re finally bare between them, leo’s breath hitches. he stares at your pussy, his eyes tracing the way the moisture glints in the light.
"look at that," leo murmurs, his hand trembling slightly as he reaches down to pet your folds. "so fucking pretty. so wet for me. i want to taste every drop before i even think about putting my cock inside you."
sangwon moves behind you, his chest pressing into your back, his hands coming around to cup your breasts. he’s watching leo worship you, his own cock straining against his jeans. "don't just talk about it, leo. she’s been waiting. show her what a pervert you are."
leo sinks to his knees between your legs, his hands spreading your thighs wide. he doesn't go in for a kiss first. instead, he just stares, his face inches from your cunt, watching the way you pulse. "i’m going to ruin you," he promises, his voice a soft, dangerous vow. "gonna make out with this cunt while your boyfriend watches, and then i’m gonna make you beg for my dick."
the hazy fog of the room feels like it’s pressing into your skin, making every sensation ten times more intense. sangwon is pressed against your back, his body a furnace. his hands are trembling as they roam over your chest, his fingers plucking at your nipples with a desperate, frantic edge. he’s your boyfriend, and usually he’s the one between your thighs, but the sight of his best friend looming over your open legs has him completely unraveled.
"fuck, baby," sangwon moans into the crook of your neck, his voice breaking with a needy whine. "look at what you're doing to him. look at how he’s looking at you. i can't - I’m gonna cum just from this."
leo doesn't say a word. he just sinks down, his tongue making a long, slow, wet stripe from the bottom of your entrance all the way up to your clit. your hips jerk off the mattress, a sharp cry leaving your throat, but sangwon is there to catch it, his mouth covering yours in a messy, desperate kiss that tastes like smoke and hunger.
"don't stop," sangwon pleads against your lips, his hand reaching down to guide leo’s head closer to your cunt. "leo, eat her. make her scream for me. i need to hear her lose her mind while you’re down there. please, man, just wreck her."
leo’s response is to bury his face entirely in your heat. his movements deliberate and deep, his tongue swirling around your clit with a rhythmic, punishing pressure. he uses his thumbs to stretch your pussy lips wide, exposing the glistening, sensitive flesh to the cool air of the room before he devours you again. the sound is obscene - wet, slapping noises that echo in the quiet room.
"god, she tastes so good," leo mumbles against your skin, his voice muffled by your folds. he looks up at you, his eyes bloodshot from the weed and glazed with a terrifying level of obsession. "you're so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. i’ve dreamt about this. i’ve spent so many nights thinking about exactly how your pussy would feel on my tongue while your boyfriend watches."
sangwon is falling apart behind you. he’s rubbing his hard cock against your ass through his clothes, his movements jerky and impatient. he sounds like he’s about to cry from the sheer overstimulation of it all. "i want to see," he whimpers, his teeth grazing your shoulder. "baby, tell leo how much you want it. tell him you want his dick. i need to hear you say it. i'm so fuck - need to see him inside this cunt."
leo hears the desperation in his best friend’s voice and finally, slowly, pulls back. he’s dripping with your juices, chin glistening. he stands up and strips his boxers the rest of the way off, his cock springing out, thick and angry-red, pulsing with every heartbeat. he stands there for a second, letting you take in the size of him.
"you see that, baby?" sangwon whispers, his hands shaking as he holds your chin, forcing you to keep looking at leo. "look how big he is for you. he’s been waiting all night to stretch you out. so fucking hard for my girl..."
leo crawls back onto the bed, his knees framing your hips. he takes your hand and guides it to his dick, letting you feel the heated skin of his rock hard and angry cock, and the veins underneath. "feel that?" leo asks softly, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "that’s all for you... want you to feel every inch, every vein of this dick while your boyfriend watches us."
he leans down, pressing the broad, weeping head of his cock against your soaking entrance, just teasing the opening. he doesn't push in yet. he just grinds against you, letting you feel the sheer girth of him while sangwon watches with wide, hungry eyes, his hand reaching out to stroke leo’s hip in a silent plea to finally start thrusting in your sopping hole.
the room is a symphony of heavy breathing and the thick, wet sounds of friction. sangwon is behind you, his body trembling with a needy, desperate energy that makes him feel like a live wire against your back. he’s still in his boxers, but his cock is a rigid, pulsing weight pressing right into the crack of your ass. he’s dry humping you with a frantic rhythm, his hips snapping forward as he tries to get as close to you as possible without being inside yet.
"fuck, leo, just do it," sangwon whimpers, his voice cracking as he reaches around your waist. his fingers are slick with your own juices, and he finds your clit, rubbing it with a heavy, clumsy pressure that makes your head toss back. "fuck her. i need to see you in her. i’m so close, baby, i’m so fucking close just watching you."
leo doesn't need to be told twice. he’s hovering over you, his eyes dark and fixed on your face as he guides his thick, weeping head to your opening again. he enters you slowly, a low, guttural growl vibrating in his chest as your tight, soaking walls stretch to accommodate his girth. taking his time, savoring the way you gasp and stretch around him.
"look at me," leo commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. "look at how well you're taking me. you're so fucking stretched, sweetheart."
as he sinks to the hilt, he leans down, burying his face in your chest. he’s completely gone now, his mouth wide and sloppy as he latches onto your breast. he’s not being gentle; he’s licking and sucking with a hungry, wet desperation, coating your skin in saliva. he swirls his tongue around your nipple, pulling it into his mouth and biting down just hard enough to make you cry out.
“fuck.. leo!” your voice rings through the room, making sangwon moan, his hip rutting into you like a needy animal in heat. his humping becomes more frantic the moment he sees leo's cock disappearing into you again and again. he’s grinding his crotch against your tailbone, his breath coming in ragged, high-pitched whines. his hand on your clit is moving faster now, his thumb circling the sensitive bud with a needy, punishing speed.
"you're so loud for him," sangwon moans, his forehead pressed against the back of your neck, his sweat soaking into your skin. "you love his big dick, don't you? tell me you love it. tell me you love being a little cunt for both of us."
leo pulls his mouth away from your tit with a loud, wet smack, a string of spit connecting his lip to your skin, definition of a true pervert, his face flushed and messy. he starts to find his pace, his thrusts becoming deep and heavy, hitting your cervix with every forward motion. the bedframe groans under the weight of them both - sangwon’s desperate humping from behind and leo’s slow, deliberate pounding from the front.
"you're mine for tonight," leo whispers, his hand coming up to cup your throat, not to squeeze, but just to let you feel the weight of his words. "your little boyfriend is letting me ruin your pussy, and i'm going to make sure you remember the way i feel inside you for the rest of your life."
the friction is unbearable. between sangwon’s thumb destroying your clit and leo’s thick dick filling you to the brim, the world is starting to go dark at the edges. you're caught in a vice of their heat, the air tasting of smoke and sex.
the room is spinning, the haze of the weed making the friction of leo’s cock inside you feel like liquid fire. you’re arched back against sangwon’s chest, your head lolling as you try to catch your breath. the sensation of being stretched to your limit while your boyfriend’s hands scramble desperately over your body is making your brain short-circuit.
"leo, please," you sob, your voice high and broken, your fingers digging into the sheets as he drives into you again. "fuck, you’re so deep - i can’t - you’re going to break me."
leo lets out a dark, triumphant huff, his face slick with sweat as he stares down at where your bodies meet. he’s addicted to the sight infront of him, and seeing you fall apart is his drug. "that’s the point, sweetheart," he rasps, his hand coming up to cup your jaw, forcing you to look at his blown-out, hungry eyes. "i want you to feel every bit of my girth. i want you to know exactly who's ruining you."
behind you, sangwon is a wreck. he’s still humping your ass with a needy, frantic rhythm, his breath jagged against your ear. "did you hear him, baby?" sangwon whimpers, his voice dripping with desperate adoration. "he's marking you. tell him how much you want it. tell him to fill your little cunt so i can feel it later."
"fill me," you cry out, the words torn from your throat as your walls start to seize. "leo, please, i want it. i want to feel you cum deep. make me a mess for him."
the invitation snaps leo's last thread of control, a wicked smile on his face. “fuck yes, that’s a good girl for me”. his thrusts turn into heavy, jarring slams, his cock hitting your cervix with a blunt force that makes your stomach flip. you feel your orgasm rushing at you like a tidal wave. your pussy begins to pulse, the muscles clamping down on leo with strength.
"oh god, baby.. you're milking me," leo groans, his eyes rolling back as he feels your walls squeezing him, dragging the cum out of him before he’s even started to spurt. "you're so greedy for it - fuck, you're literally sucking the life out of my dick."
you’re crying out now, your body vibrating in a white-hot peak as you milk him for everything he’s worth. your walls are twitching in violent waves, pulling him deeper, demanding every drop. "here," leo chokes out, his body locking as he finally snaps. "take it all, baby. keep it inside."
he thrusts one last time, pinning his weight fully against you as he erupts. you can feel the hot, thick jets of his cum hitting your deepest parts, the sheer volume of it making you feel even more full, even more stretched.
sangwon lets out a broken, high-pitched moan as he watches, his own climax hitting him as he feels the heat of the moment. he reaches down, his fingers sliding into the gap between your bodies, feeling the slick, creamy overflow of leo's cum already starting to coat your thighs.
"fuck, man.. you really did it," sangwon whispers, his voice thick with a mix of jealousy and pride as he watches you continue to twitch around his best friend's cock. "you're so full of him, baby. i can feel you leaking already… gotta fuck him right back out of you."
leo doesn't move, he just stays buried in you, breathing heavily into your neck, a smug, possessive smile on his face as his cum continues to pool inside you.
the room settles into a thick, heavy silence, broken only by the sound of three sets of lungs fighting for air. leo doesn't pull out immediately; he stays buried deep, his cock twitching as it slowly softens inside your overstimulated walls. eventually, he groans and slides out with a wet, suctioning sound, and a heavy river of white cream immediately spills out of you, pooling on the dark sheets and coating your inner thighs.
sangwon reaches over to the nightstand, his hands still shaking from his own high, and fumbles with the lighter. he sparks up another joint, taking a long, shaky drag before leaning over to press his smoke-filled mouth against yours. he exhales the cloud into your lungs, his eyes dark as he looks down at the mess between your legs.
"look at that," sangwon murmurs, his voice sounding completely wrecked just from cumming by humping to the sight of his best friend fucking his girl. he reaches down, dipping two fingers into the puddle of leo's cum and your juices. he doesn't just touch it - he smears it upward, coating your clit in the thick fluid. "you're absolutely covered in him. my pretty girl, looking like a total mess for us."
leo is propped up on his elbow, looking like a man who just won a prize. he takes the joint from sangwon, his eyes never leaving your cunt. "told you i’d fill you up…" he says with a lazy grin. he reaches out, his palm flat as he brings it down against your wet folds with a loud, fleshy smack.
the sound is sharp and obscene in the quiet room. you let out a little whimper, your skin stinging and humming from the impact. "did you like that, sweetheart?" leo asks, his voice soft but demanding. he smacks you again, harder this time, making the cream splatter against his hand and your stomach. "tell me how it feels to have me smear my load all over you while your boyfriend watches."
"it's... it's so messy," you moan, your head rolling back on the pillow. "it's everywhere. i can feel it dripping."
sangwon isn't satisfied just watching. he moves down, his cock already hardening again as he sees leo's fluid glistening on your skin. he doesn't clean you up. instead, he uses his cock like a piston, lazily pushing it into the opening of your pussy, not even going all the way in - just fucking the puddle of cum back into you.
"i'm just pushing it back where it belongs," sangwon whispers, a soft chuckle escaping him, using his dick to stir the mess, the wet, squelching noises filling the space between your thighs. "i want you to stay full of this, want to feel his slickness every time i slide in."
leo watches with darkly and obsessively, his fingers busy smearing the excess cum over your folds and up toward your navel. when his hand is completely coated in the white, sticky film, he pulls his fingers back and brings them to his mouth. he stares you right in the eyes as he slides his fingers between his lips, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate pop.
sangwon follows suit, pulling his own hand away from your clit to lick his fingers, tasting the combination of you and his best friend. "tastes like you," he mumbles, his eyes glazed. "tastes like we own you, sweetheart."
the two of them share the joint again, the smoke curling around their heads as they continue to lazily play with your wet, swollen entrance, their fingers messy and their eyes gleaming with obsession.
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the private call window popped up, and of course it was him.
mr. moneybags.
older, red in the face, already puffing into his mic before you can even say “hello”.
he’d been in your livestreams before—many times.
in fact, he was one of your best tippers.
the kind of fan who dropped stupid money just to hear you call him “baby” in that sweet, fake voice he ate up every time.
you knew his type by now.
boring, predictable, the kind of man who thought his wallet was enough to make you wet.
he wasn’t your type—at all—but he was easy.
easy to flatter, easy to string along, easy to make pay up when he got greedy.
so you gave him that smile, the one you saved just for simps like him, glossy lips curving with a dangerous gleam.
“hey, baby.” you purred, already knowing he’d tip just to hear it again.
“you ready for me?”
he nods frantically, fumbling with himself on the other side, already working his cock while staring at your face on the screen.
you lean your chin on your hand, pretending to be interested, but really? you’re counting the seconds until the next tip drops.
“stroke it for me, yeah? nice and slow,” you instruct him, your tone silky but bored.
you know the routine, you’ve said it a thousand times before.
he groans into the speaker, uneven and desperate.
then comes the inevitable.
“c’mon, sweetheart… touch yourself too,” he pants, like it’s the most natural request in the world.
you laugh, sharp and bratty.
“fuck no,” you shoot back, shaking your head.
“you think i’m gonna get myself wet for free? tsk.”
you roll your eyes, leaning back so the lace strap of your bra slips just enough to tease.
“you’ve got the money, old man. if you wanna see me cum, you better start acting like it. otherwise, shut up and keep jerking off for free.”
the silence lasts just long enough to make him sweat.
then—ping.
another fat tip flashes across your screen.
💸new tip! you have received $250 from @silverfox69
“looks like your wallet finally decided to wake up, hm?” you taunt, dragging your nails up the inside of your thigh before stopping just shy of your cunt.
“keep it coming, baby. or i stop.”
just as you expected, his pathetic ass gave in.
“d-don’t stop, please—fuck, i’ll send more. just—just keep touching yourself, baby. you’ve got me so hard already, i can’t take it if you stop now.”
you lean back with a smug little smile, barely hiding the way your nose scrunches.
his desperation was pathetic enough to make your stomach turn, but the sight of those fat numbers hitting your balance smoothed it right over.
♡
the call ended the second you decided you’d squeezed him dry enough.
you shut your laptop with a self satisfied smile, still buzzing from the cash sitting in your account.
as gross as he was, he had just covered next month's rent.
meanwhile, you didn’t even have to lift a finger outside your bedroom.
you were used to this routine by now.
late-night streams, private calls with strangers for quick cash, rent and bills paid off the back of their desperation.
then logging into your online classes from the same laptop like nothing ever happened.
by the time you finally laid down, exhaustion was already pulling at your eyelids.
until your phone suddenly started buzzing nonstop.
you didn’t bother picking it up, too tired to care.
it was probably just that same old man simping in your dms again.
he could rot in your inbox—you already had his money, and that's all that matters.
you ignored it with a scoff, rolling onto your side.
whoever it was, they’d still be there tomorrow.
♡
the next morning came fast like it always did.
your alarm blared from your phone.
you groaned, face buried in your pillow for a few long seconds before peeling yourself up, hair sticking in every direction.
same shit, different day.
class was first, of course.
online lectures meant you didn’t even need to leave your bed, but that didn’t make them any less draining.
you sat cross-legged with your laptop propped in front of you, one hand lazily taking notes, the other scrolling through your messages.
sure enough—five unread messages from the crusty wallet you had drained last night.
1:23 am @silverfox69: thanks for tonight sweetheart 🥰
1:24 am @silverfox69: sleep tight and dream of me
1:41 am @silverfox69: can’t stop thinking about you.
2:17 am @silverfox69: you there?
2:30 am @silverfox69: i’ll send more if you answer.
you rolled your eyes so hard they almost hurt.
pathetic.
what did he think you were, his girlfriend?
gross.
you didn’t respond, because why would you?
if he wanted your attention, he could pay for it.
after skimming through the wall of simpy messages from @silverfox69, your notifications showed a few other new messages.
one of them made you let out a short, sharp laugh.
2:56 am @user77283: you send?? 🍑
3:02 am @user77283: come on just one pic
3:12 am @user77283: don’t be like that
really?
they thought you’d just hand that shit out for free?
this wasn't charity.
you tapped your screen once, typing a little “lol nope”, and moved on.
you were about to close the app completely, fed up with the usual desperation, when another username caught your eye.
@angel_kai
your lips curved into a little smirk, and your chest warmed just a tiny bit.
finally—someone worth looking at.
you tapped his messages.
9:13 am @angel_kai: hi i hope it’s okay i msg u rn >_<
9:15 am @angel_kai: um i just wanted to tell u that u did so good last night!! :3 u looked rlly rlly pretty like wow >//<
9:32 am @angel_kai: i was wondering… if maybe u could wear that pink dress again? yk…the one from wednesday’s stream, u looked so pretty in it (//ω//)
9:32 am @angel_kai: only if u want to!! i don’t wanna be annoying… T_T
9:33 am @angel_kai: i got paid today so i can tip u good, i promise!
kai was different.
cute, even.
too cute for this app, honestly.
his messages didn’t read like the rest.
there wasn’t a single “nudes?” or “nice tits.” in sight.
instead, it was just him, all shy and flustered through his texts with too many little emoticons scattered everywhere.
it almost made you laugh how out of place he seemed, like he accidentally wandered into the wrong corner of the internet.
but honestly, it was refreshing, having someone so sweet and clueless tangled up in your world.
you stared at his messages a little longer than you meant to, lips curling into a smirk.
out of everything he could’ve asked for, of course he wanted that silly pink dress you nearly forgot about.
not the lacy thong your chat usually begged for, not the skin-baring outfits that guaranteed bigger tips—just that pink, frilly little dress that most viewers barely noticed.
it made sense though.
kai was shy, sweet, and innocent to the point where you almost wanted to roll your eyes… almost.
because, if you were being honest, it was kind of adorable.
and that alone gave you the perfect opening to mess with him.
your fingers danced across the keyboard as you finally typed back.
10:40 am you: the pink one? really, baby?
10:41am you: i thought you’d want something a little… less innocent 🤭
the typing bubble appears almost immediately.
10:41 am @angel_kai: i mean… i like the other ones too!! >_<
10:41 am @angel_kai: but that one was rlly pretty on u…
you can practically picture him behind the screen—ears red, typing and deleting, trying to find the least embarrassing way to say what he means.
10:42 am @angel_kai: it just suits u a lot
your smile widens.
10:43 am you: so you were paying attention that closely, huh?
there’s a pause this time.
long enough that you imagine him panicking on the other side of the screen.
10:44 am @angel_kai: uhm
10:44 am @angel_kai: i just watch your streams a lot!! T_T
you laugh softly under your breath.
cute.
way too cute for someone who willingly opens a cam site before breakfast.
10:45 am you: relax, angel. i’m not mad.
another typing bubble flickers on and off.
10:45 am you: but if i wear it again tonight… you better keep your promise.
10:46 am @angel_kai: promise???
10:46 am you: the tips, baby.
a second later.
10:46 am @angel_kai: OH
10:46 am @angel_kai: yes yes i will!! i promise!! :3
you lean back in your chair, amused.
hooked already.
another notification pings barely a minute later.
not from kai.
of course not.
just another wrinkled creep in your inbox.
10:49 am @mr_mike1958: morning dollface
10:49 am @mr_mike1958: you awake yet?
you huff a small laugh under your breath.
10:50 am you: is your wallet awake?
you don’t even bother pretending to be nice.
old men like him didn’t want sweet.
they wanted attitude.
a second notification pops up.
💸new tip! you have received $100 from @mr_mike1958
your brows lift.
well.
that was fast.
10:51 am @mr_mike1958: wear those white socks again tonight
10:51 am @mr_mike1958: the thigh highs
10:52 am @mr_mike1958: they drive me crazy😏
you stare at the message for a second before snorting.
old men were ridiculous.
all that money and the thing that got him hard was a pair of thigh high socks.
your fingers tap against your keyboard, lips curling slightly.
10:54 am you: send another hundred and i’ll think about it.
as if you’d actually wear those ugly things again.
you barely even remembered the stream he was talking about.
but if he wanted to throw money at the idea of it?
sure.
the old guys were always the most active in the mornings.
not because they had anything better to do.
but because most of them were retired and bored out of their minds.
and judging by how desperate they sounded this early in the day, they probably spent all of last night alone in the dark beating their cocks raw.
honestly?
pathetic.
but you couldn’t complain too much.
they were the ones paying your bills.
halfway through your lecture, you muted the professor and clicked over to your account.
the balance number made your chest warm again.
rent covered, groceries covered, and a little extra just sitting there waiting for you.
you smirked.
not bad for teasing some old simp until he cracked.
♡
a few hours passed, and you felt a lot more human.
turns out a quick nap and greasy takeout did wonders for your energy.
now you’re perched in front of your vanity, makeup scattered across the desk and your hair half done, the glow of your phone propped against the mirror.
your best friends’ faces fill the screen, the three of them already mid-conversation while you work on your eyeliner.
“okay wait,” one of them says, squinting at you through the camera, “be honest… did someone pay you to do something weird again?”
“define weird,” you mutter.
that only makes them louder.
“like feet stuff!”
“or that guy who kept asking you to—”
“oh my god wait,” the third one cuts in, eyes lighting up.
“did that sugar daddy looking one ever come back? the one who tipped you like five hundred just to spin around?”
you snort.
“you guys remember way too much.”
“because it’s entertaining,” she shoots back. “our jobs are boring.
another voice chimes in, grinning.
“okay, but real question—”
you pause your eyeliner, already suspicious.
“has anyone ever tipped enough to make you actually consider it?”
“consider what?”
she raises her brows.
“meeting one of them.”
you huff out a quiet laugh, leaning closer to the mirror to fix the wing of your eyeliner.
“i mean…” you shrug. “maybe.”
three gasps explode through your phone.
“you would?!”
“oh my god which one?”
“wait wait—who is it?”
you roll your eyes but you’re smiling.
“it’s not like that,” you mutter. “there’s just this one guy who pops into my streams sometimes.”
“sometimes,” one of them repeats slowly.
“…okay fine, a lot.”
“username.”
you hesitate for half a second before sighing.
“yawnzzn.”
immediately there’s a chorus of tapping as they look him up.
a second passes.
then—
“hello?!”
“you didn’t tell us he looked like THAT.”
you groan, pressing your palm over your forehead.
“i didn’t think you guys would go stalk him.”
“girl he looks like a fucking model,” one of them says.
you grin a little.
they scroll through his pictures again.
“wait, oh my god he’s even hotter here—”
“yeah,” you interrupt, laughing. “and that’s with clothes on.”
they immediately start yelling over each other.
but then your eyes flick to the clock.
“…wait.”
“what.”
“shit,” you mutter, quickly capping your lip gloss. “i’m gonna be late.”
they groan immediately.
“you’re always leaving when it gets good.”
you push your chair back from the vanity, grabbing your phone.
“i’ll tell you later,” you promise.
“you better!” one of them grumbles before the call ends.
♡
you stare at your reflection for a second, smoothing your hands down the pink frilly skirt of the mini dress.
honestly… it’s cute.
you tilt your head, checking the way it hugs your waist before turning slightly to look at the back.
no wonder he asked for this one.
your eyes flick down to the time on your phone.
seven minutes past when you were supposed to start.
you shrug.
“they’ll live.”
if anything, making them wait usually just makes them more desperate.
and desperate men tip better.
you lean a little closer to the mirror, fixing a loose strand of hair and reapplying a tiny bit of gloss to the center of your lips.
perfect.
your phone buzzes with a notification.
fans were already waiting in the stream lobby.
you grin to yourself.
“knew it,” you murmur, grabbing the remote for your lights.
the soft pink glow floods the room.
finally, you make your way over to your desk.
time to go make some money.
♡
“god, you guys are so easy,” you laugh softly, leaning back in your chair.
the pink dress bunches a little higher on your thighs as you shift, your fingers lightly smoothing the fabric back down.
the movement alone makes the chat explode.
@user3861: holy shit
@silverfox69: so beautiful princess
@dante77: she knows exactly what's she's doing
@midnightviewer: stand up again please
you tilt your head, pretending to think about it.
“again?” you hum.
your fingers hook under the hem of the dress for just a second, lifting it barely enough to show a little more thigh before letting it drop again.
the reaction is immediate.
@user291: OH MY GOD
@kingofhearts: you’re evil
@silverfox69: please do that again
you giggle, resting your chin in your hand.
“relax,” you tease. “it was barely anything.”
more messages pour in so fast they’re almost impossible to read.
@user3861: i’m gonna lose my mind
@sunflowergirl: the dress is actually so cute though
you smile at that one.
“thank you,” you say sweetly, giving the dress a tiny fluff so the ruffles spread out.
another donation alert pops up.
small tip.
you thank them politely, but your eyes drift back to the usernames scrolling past.
still not the one you’re looking for.
you pout slightly, tapping a finger against your desk.
“i wore this for a reason, you know.”
the chat erupts.
@midnightviewer: FOR WHO
@dante77: don’t say that
@silverfox69: princess you’re killing us
you just smile innocently.
then—
a new username pops into the chat.
@yawnzzn has joined.
your eyes catch it immediately.
for half a second, you freeze.
it’s subtle, but your posture straightens just a little.
of course he shows up now.
a message from him appears.
@yawnzzn: you’re late tonight.
you glance at the message and smile faintly.
“i know, and so are you.” you say lightly. “you’ll live.”
the chat keeps flying by, but another message from him shows up.
@yawnzzn: what's with the pink?
you raise a brow at the screen.
“what’s wrong with pink?” you tease.
a pause.
then—
@yawnzzn: you wore that last week.
that actually makes you laugh.
“wow,” you say, leaning closer to the camera. “looks like someone’s been paying attention.”
yawnzzn: you look better in the black set.
your smile turns a little smug.
“the black one?” you repeat.
yawnzzn: the two piece.
yawnzzn: way sexier.
a few people in chat immediately start complaining.
@dante77: nah the pink is cute
@silverfox69: don’t listen to him princess
@midnightviewer: what a jackass
you just lean back in your chair, smoothing the frilly dress over your thighs.
“well,” you say sweetly, “i didn’t wear this for you anyway.”
the chat erupts instantly, messages flying too fast to read after you said the dress wasn’t for him.
“i’m just being honest.” you hum.
the comments keep stacking on top of each other.
in the middle of the chaos, another new username appears.
@angel_kai has joined.
finally.
a few messages from him pop up.
@angel_kai: hi
@angel_kai: i’m so sorry i’m late tonight TT
@angel_kai: i didn’t miss too much did i??
your smile softens just a little.
before you can answer—
💸new tip! you have received $400 from @angel_kai
the sound cuts through the stream.
your eyebrows lift slightly.
right on cue.
another message appears almost immediately.
@angel_kai: you look so beautiful tonight :3
“thank you, angel,” then your head tilts just a little, “i’m glad you like it.”
@midnightviewer: bro just got here and dropped $400 damn
@yawnzzn: grown man typing “:3” btw
you blink at the chat.
then another one from him.
yawnzzn: holy shit 😂😂
you roll your eyes almost immediately.
yeonjun has always been like that.
a little cocky.
a little mean.
especially when someone like kai wanders into your chat.
another message pops up.
@angel_kai: i’m sorry if i was being weird…
@angel_kai: i didn’t mean to make things awkward
there’s a short pause.
then—
@yawnzzn: relax.
another message from him appears immediately after.
@yawnzzn: nobody said it was awkward.
@yawnzzn: just embarrassing.
“okay—”
your voice cuts through the stream.
“that’s enough.”
you lean forward toward the camera, resting your chin lightly on your hand.
“you boys are starting to sound like you’re fighting over me.”
your lips curl slightly.
“which is cute, but also…”
you tilt your head, pretending to think.
“let’s focus on something actually important.”
your hand reaches just out of frame toward the edge of your desk.
“which toy should i use tonight?”
your eyes flick back to the chat with a small smile.
“you’re the ones paying, after all.”
@midnightviewer: use the pink one
@kingofhearts: the wand
@dante77: the vibrator
@lonelyguy88: show the drawer first
another message pushes through the flood.
@silverfox69: the one from last week
@yawnzzn: use the dildo baby
@user3861: spread your legs first
you glance at the screen, watching the messages stack on top of each other.
your lips twitch slightly.
“wow.”
you lean back in your chair, clearly entertained.
“you guys get demanding the second i ask a question.”
your fingers tap lightly against the desk.
“i see how it is.” you hum softly, eyes scanning the chat.
“hm.”
your smile turns a little mischievous.
“tell you what…whoever sends the biggest tip gets to pick.”
you tilt your head toward the camera.
“fair, right?”
the chat moves even faster after that.
💸new tip! you have received $50 from @kingofhearts
💸 new tip! you have received $30 from @midnightviewer
💸new tip! you have received $200 from @silverfox69
💸new tip! you have received $100 from @mr_mike1958
💸new tip! you have received $1000 from @yawnzzn
your eyebrows lift slightly.
…yeah.
that tracks.
a message from him appears right after.
@yawnzzn: use the dildo.
@yawnzzn: the black one.
you lean back in your chair, lips curling into a small, knowing smile.
“well…”
your fingers tap lightly against the edge of your desk.
“that was fast.”
you glance at the chat again,“guess we already have a winner.”
your gaze flicks briefly to his username.
“not surprising.”
you reach just out of frame toward the drawer beside your desk.
“you always did like showing off, didn’t you?”
you finally pull your hand back out, the black dildo loosely held between your fingers.
you glance down at it, then back at the camera with a slow smile.
“this one?”
you tilt it slightly in your hand, letting them get a good look before lowering it again.
“someone in here seemed pretty confident about it.”
you smile a little to yourself before finally leaning forward, your tongue sliding slowly along the length of the toy.
the toy is still in your hand, glossy now under the pink lights.
@midnightviewer: holy shit
@yawnzzn: stop teasing baby
@kingofhearts: again
your smile turns a little mischievous.
“again?”
you glance at the camera before bringing it back up.
this time you don’t rush it.
your tongue drags along it slower, messier, letting it linger before you pull back just enough to breathe.
you glance back at the screen, clearly entertained.
“god.”
you wipe your thumb along it absentmindedly.
“you guys are way too easy.”
deciding your chat has had enough of your teasing, you lift the hem of your pink dress, revealing your glistening cunt under the vanity lights.
you didn’t bother wearing panties tonight.
you already knew these pervs would whine and complain the second you covered anything.
you wrap your hand around the base of the dildo, dragging the tip along your folds.
@silverfox69: fuck don’t stop princess
@lonelyguy88: such a pretty pussy
💸new tip! you have received $500 from @lonelyguy88
five hundred dollars just for teasing yourself.
it almost makes you laugh.
these idiots will throw money at you like it’s the greatest show they’ve ever seen.
with the most unenthusiastic look imaginable, you slide the toy in with practiced ease, barely blinking as the chat goes feral.
sure, it felt good.
but listening to these losers lose their minds in the comments?
instant turn off.
but you remind yourself this is the job.
flirting, teasing, keeping your viewers entertained, even when they’re just a bunch of pathetic pervs with way too much time on their hands.
you’re doing it for the money, obviously.
so you fake a few sweet little moans, pretend you’re wetter than what you actually are, and play along with whatever fantasy they’re drooling over.
the tips start pouring in, just like you knew they would.
honestly, getting money out of these idiots is almost too easy.
just as you started getting bored enough to fake another moan, the familiar notification sound cuts through the room.
💸new tip! you have received $800 from @yawnzzn
your eyes flick to the screen.
well.
that’s not exactly surprising.
yeonjun’s always been the type to throw ridiculous money around like it’s nothing.
a small smile tugs at your lips anyway—because money is money.
then a message slides in beneath it.
@yawnzzn: say my name when you cum baby.
yawnzzn: let them all know who you really belong to
typical yeonjun.
always showing off—especially when half the chat is watching.
you roll your eyes lightly.
of course he’d drop a ridiculous tip just to prove a point.
it’s obnoxious.
showy.
and annoyingly enough, you can’t pretend it doesn’t turn you on a little.
there’s something about the way he says things like that, like he already knows he has your attention.
like he’s daring you to prove him wrong.
and you already know he's behind the screen stroking himself while commanding you, casual but filthy.
@yawnzzn: tell me how bad you need to cum for me.
you want to roll your eyes and be a brat about it, but he did tip you pretty well tonight.
so fine, maybe you’ll behave just this once.
besides, knowing yeonjun could get that kind of reaction out of you while everyone else watched only made things more interesting.
you let out a shaky and high moan as you push the toy deeper, “please junie… i wanna cum so bad”
you spread your legs wider, giving the chat a perfect view of the dildo stretching out your pussy.
and that itself earns you a few more tips.
$500 here, $1000 there, another $300 popping up seconds later—big numbers you’re more than used to by now.
still, you can’t help feeling a little satisfied watching them roll in.
your eyes skim the chat again and a message from kai catches your attention.
something about it feels different.
unlike the usual pervs who swear they could make you scream in bed.
@angel_kai: i wish i could make you feel that good too…
♡
after a stream like that, you’re usually entitled to a little break.
emphasis on little.
because if you know your audience—and you do— someone’s probably already hovering over the private call button.
half of these losers would rather spend extra money talking to you alone than risk sharing the screen with a bunch of other guys.
too scared.
too possessive.
or just too afraid of embarrassing themselves in front of the rest of the chat.
your eyes flick back to the notifications bar, already waiting to see who caves first.
a second passes.
one request pops up.
then another.
and another.
within seconds there’s five of them sitting in the queue—usernames you recognize from the chat, all hoping to get you alone for a few minutes.
you hum softly, scrolling through the list.
the usual names.
the usual desperate bids.
private calls aren’t cheap, and everyone here knows it.
whoever’s willing to spend the most money gets your time.
simple.
your eyes skim lazily over the requests—then pause.
@angel_kai
your brows knit together slightly.
that’s… new.
kai’s never in your queue.
he usually just sits quietly in your streams, tipping here and there, never pushing for more.
you tilt your head, curiosity getting the better of you as you click on his request.
huh.
your eyes drop to the details of his request.
$100.
your brows lift slightly.
that’s… it?
you glance at the rest of the queue again.
higher bids, bigger numbers, the usual desperate attempts to get your attention.
then back to kai’s.
it clicks pretty quickly.
he must’ve spent most of it just getting into the queue in the first place.
buying himself a spot.
just to be here.
your gaze softens a little before you catch yourself.
there’s a small note attached to his request.
you click to open it.
@angel_kai: i know it’s not a lot but i just wanted to talk to you alone for a bit… if that’s okay (>///<)♡
you stare at it for a second.
…cute.
kai’s still… kai.
soft.
polite.
asking instead of demanding.
your camera adjusts as the private call begins connecting.
your fingers tap lightly against your desk as the loading icon spins.
it’s taking a second.
and for some reason, you can already picture him on the other side.
fumbling with his camera, fixing his hair, probably panicking.
the thought makes your lips twitch.
the call connects with a soft little ding, and there he is.
huening kai, one of your most loyal fans, sitting nervously at the edge of his bed.
the webcam quality is a little fuzzy, but you can still see the faint blush dusting his cheeks and the way his eyes widen when he sees you in real time.
he’s wearing this big cozy hoodie that swallows him up, sleeves tugged over his hands like he’s trying to hide in them.
your eyes catch a glimpse of a plushie of his barely visible in the background.
you knew he tried to hide it but failed miserably.
it was cute honestly.
his lips part like he wants to say something, but all that comes out is a tiny, breathy laugh. “h-hi…”
“hi cutie,” you purr softly, watching the way he immediately averts his gaze. “you nervous?”
he nods so fast it’s cute, voice barely above a whisper. “mhm… i-i’ve never done this before…”
you tilt your head, chin resting on your hand. “never called a camgirl before?”
“n-no…” he fidgets with the strings of his hoodie, eyes flicking up to you then away. “i’m sorry.”
you giggle, “don’t apologize, baby. i think that’s really cute…” your voice drops just a little, more sultry now, “and it means i get to be your first.”
his breath catches in his throat.
“is it okay if i take things slow?” you ask gently, voice like honey.
“i wanna make sure you’re comfortable.”
he nods, cheeks still burning. “please…”
you shift slightly, letting the strap of your dress slide off one shoulder, revealing more of your skin.
“you can look at me, kai. i want you to.”
his eyes flicker up, and when he really sees you like that—hair down, lips glossy, a peek of your breasts, he goes quiet.
totally still.
he’s starstruck.
“you’re so pretty…” he whispers, like he doesn’t even realize he said it out loud.
your lips curve into a smirk, “and you’re adorable.”
you bite your lip slowly, letting your fingers trail down your chest, between your breasts, then back up to your collarbone.
“you ever touched yourself before, kai?”
his hand shoots up to cover his mouth like you just swore at him.
he nods very shyly. “only a few times… i d-didn’t really know what i was doing…”
you hum, voice soft and warm. “that’s okay. i can teach you, only if you want me to.”
he looks at you through his lashes, eyes wide, almost sparkling.
“please… i trust you…”
your heart melts a little.
he’s so sincere.
so eager but so scared to mess up.
and that just makes you want to corrupt him even more.
“okay then,” you whisper. “take your hoodie off for me, baby. let me see you.”
his fingers tremble as he pulls the hoodie over his head, revealing his bare chest—lean, soft, just a little toned.
he’s trying so hard not to cover himself again, his hands hovering like he’s unsure what to do with them.
you smile, slow and reassuring. “you’re beautiful, kai.” you pause.
“do you want me to take something off too?”
normally, you never do this.
not for anyone.
but… kai?
there’s something about the way he looks at you.
that shy, innocent little smile, and the way he fidgets like he’s not even sure he deserves to be here.
his eyes go wide, and he nods—so eager, “y-yeah… i mean, if you want to…”
you slide the straps of your dress off your shoulders completely, now just in your lace bra and matching panties.
you watch his throat bob as he swallows hard, lips parted.
you lean in close to the camera, voice low and teasing now. “you wanna be a good boy for me tonight, kai?”
he nods, breathless. “yes… please…”
you hum, pleased. “then touch yourself for me. nice and slow. let me watch you fall apart.”
kai’s hand slips under the waistband of his sweatpants so hesitantly, like he’s afraid he’s doing it wrong.
he’s looking at you through the screen like he needs constant approval, waiting for every soft “mm, that’s it, baby…” that falls from your lips just to keep going.
you tilt your head, fingers playing at the strap of your bra as you watch him.
“does it feel good?” you ask sweetly.
he breathes out, like he’s finally letting himself feel it. “y-yeah… it feels… nice…”
you smirk, eyes glimmering. “touch the tip for me, baby. gently.”
his hand moves, and you can see the way his lips part in surprise, like that one stroke just shot fireworks down his spine.
“ah—!” he gasps, cheeks flushed deep pink. “t-that feels weird…”
“weird good or weird bad?” you tease, already knowing the answer.
he hides his face in his elbow again but peeks out, breath stuttering. “good… r-really good…”
“that’s cause you’re sensitive there, baby,” you coo, swaying just a little so your boobs bounce in your bra.
“you like when i talk to you while you touch yourself?”
he nods, eyes glossy now, voice all wobbly. “mhm… i didn’t know i’d like it so much…”
“that’s okay,” you whisper, biting your lip.
“i’ll teach you all the things you like. like how good it feels when you go slow at first… and then a little faster.”
he follows your voice like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded, stroking himself slowly now, hips twitching.
“nghh… i-i don’t think i can last long…”
“mm, that’s okay,” you hum. “you’re doing so good for me already, such a good boy.”
his hand stutters.
his whole body reacts.
like the second those words leave your mouth, his thighs tense, back arching just slightly off the bed.
“d-don’t say that—i mean—i like it i just—ah—!”
your smirk deepens. “oh baby… you like being called good, don’t you?”
kai covers his face with both hands now, only peeking out through his fingers.
“mhm… i think so…”
“you’re so easy to please,” you giggle, slipping your bra strap down just a little more.
“what else do you think you’d like, hm? ever tried playing with your nipples?”
he practically chokes. “w-what?! no… i-i mean i never even thought about it…”
you raise a brow, slow and playful. “then try it. just gently, baby. i wanna see how you react.”
his hand lifts hesitantly to his chest, two fingers brushing over one nipple.
and his whole face lights up in this messy mix of embarrassment and shock.
“fuck—” he whimpers, hips bucking just a little. “that feels really good…”
“you’re sensitive there too, huh?” your voice gets low and syrupy.
“you’re such a good learner.”
he’s panting now, hand moving faster without even realizing it, as his other fingers are still rubbing at his nipples like he’s addicted to the new sensation.
“please… don’t stop talking… it’s s-so much better when you talk to me…”
you guide him, whispering filth into the mic, listening to his shaky little breaths get faster and faster.
“that’s it, baby, stroke it just like that.”
kai moans, high and broken, “p-please—i can’t—”
“mm, don’t hold it, baby. cum for me. let me hear how bad you need me.”
and then he breaks, letting out a loud desperate moan, hips lifting off the bed as he spills into his hand, face all flushed and ruined.
he whimpers through it, soft little sounds falling from his lips as his body shakes with the force of how hard he just came.
you stay quiet for a second, just listening… until you realize how long it’s going.
your brows shoot up. “holy shit, kai, are you still cumming?!”
he groans, embarrassed, trying to catch his breath, “i-it’s a lot, i’m sorry—”
you giggle, shocked but turned on.
“sorry? baby, you just made a huge mess. do you always cum that much?”
there’s a pause, then he admits, all shy, “only when it’s you…”
your jaw drops a little at that.
you can't believe someone so sweet and innocent had openly admitted to something so filthy.
“i guess i’ll just have to keep making you cum like that, huh? until you can’t think about anything else but me.”
he covers his face again, nodding his head. “y-yes please.”
oh, you were definitely going to enjoy corrupting him.
♡
you finally end the call, your room falling quiet again.
for a second, it’s just you, your thoughts, the faint hum of your computer still running.
then—
your phone buzzes.
you barely glance at it at first, already reaching to turn off your lamp.
so i want to start this off by apologizing for my absence, but also to explain. a lot of irl things have happened that has forced me to take a break, some of which i already mentioned before:
adopted a cat from a friend (leading to six total)
one of our cats went missing (he still hasn't come home and we suspect he was essentially kidnapped tbh)
my now-husband got laid off and i had to support us and our remaining five cats with my salary as a ghostwriter (he had the bigger salary, so him losing his job was a huge blow)
unexpectedly adopted our newest cat's half-sister because her adopter backed out last minute
our second eldest cat passed
barely more than 2 months later, our eldest cat passed
got a second full-time job
all that on top of the stuff i already had going on (already struggling financially after i got laid off days before my bday in 2024, relocating, getting married, plus some more private stuff i dare not post about), i haven't been in the greatest place mentally or emotionally or even physically tbh... to the point that i haven't been able to keep up with &team content either. i still love teamies immensely ofc and i'm still simping for Fuma constantly!! i just don't really post about it as much.
writing for work has also burned me out of writing, so for now i'll only really be trying to finish wips... i'm currently prioritizing the next part of Your Hero since, as a collaborative piece, that one really just needs to be edited. after that one, i'll try to work through the rest of my wips as well, which iirc are all requests... tho ngl idek if the anons who requested those are even still here or still want them considering it's been about a year for a bunch of them 🥲
anyway, i'm super grateful to anyone who's still here and to those who still enjoy stuff i wrote in the past. i appreciate y'all a lot, seriously 🙇🏻♀️
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reviving from the dead to say that Lee Leo is the newest addition to my list of biases and i noticed he too has a thick waist..... i have a type goddamn
life update: 2 cats passed last year. 1 went missing and is still missing. still heavily in mourning. but i also got 2 cats last year. one is now pregnant. still struggling financially too esp with hubby getting laid off last year, but recently also got another job so that should help a bit bc 2 people+4 cats on one income was hell. also have a backlog of art comms to work on... so super busy lol
