“Y/N, I didn't mean it that way,” Jaehyun held your gaze, worried that he had offended you.

The tender smile that stretched your lips told him there was nothing to worry about. You poured some more soju. “I know. I’m just saying that you should be able to explore in your relationship, Jae. Your girlfriend is not obligated to agree to anything, but it’s healthy to express your desires. Eun could have simply told you she wasn’t comfortable. She didn’t need to call you a perv and break up with you. That’s a red flag. Red like blood.”

Jaehyun took the soju glass and swallowed it all at once. His throat moved in that way that had you biting your cheek to remind yourself that was your best friend, not a stranger at a bar that you could hit on. 

It was hard, sometimes, being Jaehyun’s friend. He looked way too handsome for his own good. 

And it wasn’t normal to touch yourself on camera thinking about your best friend, was it?

“I think you’re right. I’m still hurt, though,” Jaehyun shrugged.

“Then let’s drink the pain away! It’s on me this time,” you suggested with a wink. It was a thing between you: after hard days, one of you had a free pass to drink your feelings away as the other stayed alert to assume the noble caretaker position. Last time, Jaehyun had taken gentle care of you as you threw up in the bathroom after a nerve wracking job interview that left you feeling useless. Not that it lasted long: as usual, you were full of yourself the next morning. 

Naturally, it was your turn to take care of him. So you poured him soju glasses until Jaehyun started talking softer. His cheeks got pinker like a juicy peach and his eyes expanded in emotions, truer, vulnerable, shining under the restaurant’s incandescent Christmas lights. 

Without him noticing it, you quietly shifted the soju you were pouring to water, and after a few alcohol-free shots, you paid the bill and carried your drunk friend outside.

“Ah, it’s so cold!” you complained, pulling Jaehyun close, so close his musky perfume indecently infiltrated your nostrils. To keep your friend from tumbling in his drunkenness, even if he was way taller and heavier than you, you snaked an arm around his waist and guided him down the street. 

“You know who else is cold? My ex. She never did things I like. You were right when you told me that, peaches, but I wanted to believe that she was going to try, because I thought she liked me,” Jaehyun confessed with a whine, almost making you chuckle. He even used the nickname he had made up for you years ago, when you were still in school. Peaches. “Why couldn’t she go vinyl shopping with me?” His breath hit your neck, decorating your skin with goosebumps. His eyebrows relaxed as a pout emerged from his plump lips. “Why couldn’t she let me spit in her mouth and cum inside her?”

Oh. 

Fuck. 

“Yeah, right? Those are the things we do for the ones we love” you played along, hiding how your thighs clenched. 

You tried stopping yourself from imagining your best friend spitting in your mouth while he fingered your ass, as his thick cum oozed from your dripping pussy. 

You failed. 

Jaehyun suddenly stopped walking. Then, he took a long look at your lips, like he was mesmerized by their shape and color. When he spoke again, his voice was serious. “She could be daring, like you.”

You had two choices. Spare your friend from telling details he could regret later, or use his loosened tongue in your favor. 

Well, it wasn’t particularly hard to choose. 

“How so?” you asked. 

“You’re not scared of toys. In fact, you use them like a pro,” Jaehyun replied, the words lasting longer in his tongue, tasting like alcohol. There he was, admitting to having seen your videos before, as his entire drunk persona made you want to smash his cheeks and kiss him all over. “You love cum play, and you have a breeding kink, just like me.”

“I see someone has been watching my videos, huh?” you teased. 

“I support you!” Jaehyun protested. “Respectfully.”

Your eyes rolled back in playfulness. “Of course you do.”

“There’s one more thing,” Jaehyun announced. 

“Go on.”

“You’re not judgmental.” At that, he have you the most genuine, simple dimpled smile, gentle brown eyes shining under red and green lights. “I love that.”

You replied with a sincere smile, feeling how soaked your undies were when you bounced on your feet. “I’d never judge you for wanting to try new things.” 

“I know.”

As you carried your big best friend home, the generous Christmas spirit grew in you. It was so unfair that Jaehyun had to fantasize alone, just like it was unfair that you had the most pleasure with toys and not by real hands. Eventually sleeping with a random guy or girl was not enough to quench your thirst for intimacy, and you knew it. So, if intimacy was what you wanted, Jaehyun was perfect. He knew you like the back of his hand; you knew him like the sky knew each of its shining stars. 

When you put a very drunk Jaehyun on his bed to sleep that night, watching him cuddle his own pillow, you took a deep breath and made a very important decision.

You already knew what your Christmas gift to Jaehyun would be. 

Waking up the next day, Jaehyun realized there were few things he remembered from the previous night. Eun had broken up with him. You gave him a free drinking night pass. And then you took him home. 

Fine. Nothing unusual. 

If only… If only he could understand why your glossy lips were still on his mind.

You were Jaehyun’s best friend, sure. First of all. But, well, you were also a woman. A very beautiful woman, by the way, with a mind of your own and an ambition that made Jaehyun admire you. He liked how easily you said things, how uncomplicated you made life seem to be. How you were cultured, and fun, and could keep a conversation about anything for hours. 

He also liked how your face looked when you came. How your perfect pussy pulsated around nothing after you did.

Jaehyun knew that he had been harboring feelings for you for a while. For ten years, to be more precise. However, you knew your priorities, and they were not boys nor dating. You were constantly studying and working hard. There was no time for you to fall for anyone. Jaehyun, on the other hand, fell in and out of love multiple times. In and out. In and out. And everytime his relationships came to an end, he thought he knew why.

You were his person. 

That was why Jaehyun could not be decent when it came to you. That was why he wasn’t that sad that Eun broke up with him.

It was fine in the end, because he still had you. 

So when you texted him proposing that he spent Christmas Eve with you, now that he was single, Jaehyun almost felt red and green fireworks exploding in his belly.

However, those fireworks were nothing compared to the explosions in his stomach when you opened the door for him on Christmas Eve. There was a fiery glint in your eyes, like you were planning to turn his world upside down, a flaming gaze that made him weak in the knee. And your outfit… Fuck, your damn outfit had him controlling himself not to let his jaw drop. You wore a tiny red dress with a puffy white line decorating the hem of the ridiculously short skirt, with your breasts nearly jumping out the expressive cleavage, making you look like a teenager fantasy. The most stunning Mrs. Claus to ever exist. A simple green cardigan covered your arms.

“Get in, loser,” you hummed affectionately, stepping aside to let him walk inside your apartment.

Jaehyun obeyed, handing you the bag with your present and removing his coat and shoes. Contrary to you, he was casually dressed, with a simple plain white shirt with long sleeves and jeans. “What have you been up to, hm?”

He knew you so well. 

“I think Santa is giving me everything I want for this year. I’ve been a really good girl, you see” you teased, tasting the joke in your tongue.

The way Jaehyun chuckled in oblivion was so hot that you suddenly felt a burn down your navel, which made you wetter than you already were, damp with sweet expectation. 

You had to be careful not to make a mess, though. You were not wearing panties. 

Putting your best efforts to proceed as nothing was going on, you guided your best friend to your living room. There were two bubbling glasses of champagne at the table, positioned by a tray of Christmas biscuits you had carefully baked - some shaped like pine trees, others like stars, and a few like Santa Claus hats. Jaehyun was quick to grab one.

Yes, you thought to yourself. Your best friend had to eat well, otherwise he was not going to keep up with your stamina. 

His eyebrows clenched as he munched with a delighted hum. “You’ve always been a good cook, but these are out of this world.”

“Wait until supper. I’m inspired,” you cooed. It was plain to see. Every little detail in your house, so richly decorated, screamed a gentle, feminine touch: from the careful decoration to the jazz playing, from the cleaness in every surface to the perfume of food that was made with love and attention. It screamed something schemed, something intimate: your silent seducing intentions. Because oh, Jaehyun was a sucker for domestic matters. He got turned on by wifey treatment. So you gave it to him.

You talked for a while, sipping on champagne and enjoying some music before it was time to eat. Like a good wife, you served him with a kind smile, bending over the table and nearly exposing the bottom of your ass cheeks, not missing how his gaze often got lost in your curves. With an attentive gaze, you watched Jaehyun eat, indulging in every little reaction of his face, even the smallest sign of pleasure as he tasted everything that you so thoughtfully prepared.

“How was the food, hm?” you asked when he was finished.

“You could win a prize for this, peaches” your friend breathed, putting his fork aside as he took a long look at you, one that lasted long than he intended as he took in all of the minor details about your beauty. It felt so fulfilling to let him look. To let that wonderful man get all worked up before you were giving him the world. You chuckled it off, sipping on some more champagne. 

“I might.” 

Your suggestive tone had Jaehyun taking a deep breath. “I can’t help but feel you’re planning something.”

“Me? Nah,” you stood up, brushing his hair back and placing a chaste kiss to his forehead. 

As you started gathering the dishes to take them to the sink, Jaehyun quickly got in the way and organized everything for you, piling the plates and the silverware. After they were put in the kitchen, he looked at the clock. “Almost midnight! Let me give you something!” He then rushed to the Christmas tree, where you had placed his bag. Jaehyun handed it over to you with that dimpled smile you would kill for. “Here.”

You tore the paper wrap slowly, wondering what he had gotten you this time. Jaehyun was known for giving thoughtful and meaningful presents. It took him hours to choose anything, so whenever he had something for you, it made you excited. This time, it wasn’t different. “Jung Jaehyun!” you chuckled, checking the filming equipment, with a brand new camera and the proper lights, joined by a support that would allow you to explore different angles for your cams. You already had your eyes on it for a while, to make them a lot more professional. And Jaehyun remembered it. “Wow. You’re the best!”

“I hope it doesn’t seem inappropriate,” Jaehyun slid his hands inside his pockets, shrugging his shoulders lovingly.

“Well, is it?” you teased with gleaming eyes. 

“I’m just supporting your choices, peaches,” he replied just as playfully. 

“Like usual.”

When you placed your gift back down the Christmas tree, silence hung between you like a painting on a wall. Untamed, you simply looked at Jaehyun until he spoke again. 

“Where’s mine?”

Knowing your friend, he surely expected you to gift him with special vinyls for his collection, scented candles or even expensive perfumes.

“Yours what?” you faked nonchalance. 

“My present.”

“Oh, sure!” you grinned, letting the smile on your lips take a shift and become a slight smirk. 

As if in slow motion, you took one step forward, and another, and one more. Your sudden proximity made Jaehyun lose his balance and cutely fall on the couch with those big, sweet and glimmering eyes fixed on you.

It was time.

“You know what, Jae? I want this Christmas to be a little different… A little nonsense…” you looked up, precisely where a mistletoe purposefully hung. One extra detail you added while planning your intentions through and through. Then, your gaze went back to his seductively. “When midnight comes, I hope Christmas finds me being fucked by your cock and moaning your name.”

Oh, it brought you way too much pleasure to say those things out loud. To notice how Jaehyun gulped, his eyes faltering; how he absolutely wanted to pinch himself to know if he was dreaming. And how his cock got hard inside his pants in no time, twitching at the image of what you were proposing.

“I do have a gift for you, though. Wanna see?” you asked.

It took only a simple, silent nod of his head for you to turn around. Slowly, with the expertise of who had done it several times, you lifted the skirt of your dress, letting Jaehyun peek at the scandal of both your soaked cunt and the same plug his ex denied buried in your ass.

It seemed like, at first, his eyes were all surprised, wide and glistening; then, they were reasoning - of course, of course he was not wrong when he thought you were acting too devilishly, cooking and dressing up for him, looking like a doll, treating him like a good hubby -, and finally, they were lustful. You were… God, those cams had built you a home in his brain, but they did not make any fucking justice to the awe of your flesh. How you looked gorgeous, skimpy, revealing your glistening pussy, with the familiar plug embedded between your pliable ass cheeks.

“Y/N,” the way Jaehyun said your name sounded more like a grunt than anything else, words leaving him without a filter, like the blood that ran to his cock lacked in his brain and tongue. “Is this a dream?”

“Why don’t you touch it and see, darling?”

“Are you sure I can?” Even the way he asked for consent was cute and sexy to you. 

“A hundred percent,” you murmured in encouragement. 

Slowly, as though he was scared reaching was going to make you disappear in an irreversible fog, Jaehyun landed his palms on your ass, sighing at the reigning softness of your skin. His hands seemed to think for themselves when they spread your cheeks, explicitly exposing the heart-shaped base of the plug, as well as your soaked cunt.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He stared for a moment, without a word.

And then, when you next knew, his face was buried between your legs, his tongue slurping at the juices that made you sloppy, his hands keeping your hips in place as he kissed your swollen clit. “Holy shit, peaches,” he cursed against your folds, voice muffled by your labia. “Holy fucking shit…” 

You let him take broad licks that started on your clit and ended on the crystal heart of the plug, deciding to edge him on a little with how dirty your mouth could be, trained by years of cam girling. “I bet you’ve been wanting to fuck me for years now,” you hummed as your hands made the favor to take your cardigan and dress off, exposing your full nakedness to your best friend. You pulled his hands away and turned around, sitting down on his lap. Your arms wrapped around his neck, your thighs firmly pressed to his. “I’ve been wanting it too, and now that you’re all single, I’ll fulfill your every wish. That’s your Christmas gift, Jae.”

Your smile took his breath away, and Jaehyun moaned when you pushed his shoulders until he was lying on his back.

Like a temptress, you hovered over him.

“Want you to let go with me, okay? I’ll do anything you want. Anything,” you assured, confidently looking into those beautiful, melting eyes. “Come on, baby, use your words. Tell me what you want.”

Already seeming lightheaded, Jaehyun swallowed, gathering all his efforts to put his voice to good use. “S-sit on my face.”

Oh, how could you say no to him? How could you say no when you had already imagined how his face was going to look between your legs? Complying, you turned around to face his crotch and positioned each of your legs on the sides of his face, beautifully standing on the top of his nose.

Jaehyun readily dove in, gripping your hips as he buried his face in your pussy. You tasted even better than he imagined, sour and sweet at the same time, a flavor complex in his tongue, running wild in his blood. For one moment, he acknowledged that he had never been more euphoric than now, with your clit on his tongue, making him grateful because, with the rawest of honesties, he felt better eating you out then stuffing his cock in another woman’s pussy.

You… You were his wildest dream.

Your moans were already long and erotic as you circled your hips softly against his tongue. “That’s a good boy.” 

Your praise pulled a grunt out of him. “Don’t call me that.”

“Or what?” you challenged, feeling bratty. 

“Or I’ll show you otherwise,” Jaehyun growled, and the next thing you felt was his fingers grabbing the base of the plug to slowly push it, not enough to completely pull out, as he wanted to tease your rim by stretching it before pulling it back in, making your ass squeeze and gape in a torturously slow pace that was pleasuring you so much your pussy dripped on his chin. “Wanna fuck you all night, peaches. Spoil this pretty pussy, make it mine over and over.”

Ah, your sweet best friend, speaking such lewd words.

“We'll do that and much more,” you promised, working fast on unzipping his pants and freeing Jaehyun's cock out. No matter how many times you had fantasized about his size, girth and overall characteristics, it was so perfect it made you salivate. Girthy, appropriately long, the head red and angry with arousal, and so hard it was impossible to resist the urge to put it in your mouth. Shamelessly, you spat on the tip, hollowing your cheeks around his shaft and bobbing your head up and down, all while Jaehyun's tongue felt heavenly in your clit, sucking, slurping and licking, his fingers continuing to play with the plug. 

“Use your fingers now, Jae. Put them inside my ass,” you instructed after a while, whimpering when Jaehyun slowly pulled the plug out, watching your hole gape for a moment. It made him want to fuck your ass until you forgot your own name, but for now he would do exactly like you said. He started with one finger, making space in your absurdly tight hole, pushing his knuckle deep inside before another joined, reaching deeper with each thrust as you sucked eagerly on his cock, making him take deep breaths to control himself.

“You can squirt, right, peaches?” Jaehyun asked. Something in the way he said it made you realize he had seen videos of you squirting already.

You replaced your mouth with your hand. “Yeah.”

“Do it on my face,” Jaehyun demanded, readily inserting another two fingers in your pussy, readily searching for the spot that made your toes curl. “Fucking squirt all over my face.”

“Fuck yes,” you hissed. “Curl your fingers a little more, baby.”

“Like this?” he obeyed.

“Harder.” When he did, you smiled like a naughty little girl getting exactly what she wanted, giving his cock a broad, wet lick. “Just like that. Perfect.”

Jaehyun rubbed the same spot over and over like it was sacred. He was at all the right places inside you, his fingers magical where you were the most sensitive, and sooner than you would have liked, you were squirming on his face, your eyes rolling back as wanton noises left you. You came with your mouth busy around his cock, both your pussy and ass squeezing his fingers suffocatingly as bliss took over your body, and your cunt dripped, squirt after squirt, right all over his beautiful features, soaking his hair, his shirt, and even his exposed collarbones.

When you looked at Jaehyun again, after turning around to face him, he looked like girl dinner material with his black hair soaked with squirt and those dimples in full display in a frank smile. 

“Round two,” you announced with a smirk.

The rest of Jaehyun’s clothes met the floor in the following seconds, and you stared in awe, running your nails over the defined surface of his abdomen. “Thought you'd like to fuck me under the tree. How does that sound?”

Jaehyun shook his head in amusement. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“You know me,” you hummed along.

“Think I know you less than I thought, though.” Jaehyun picked you up in his strong arms, carrying you over the tree and laying your body on the floor, right where the lights shone in red, white and green. He took a moment to properly stare at you, running his hands over your thighs. “Why didn’t you give me any sign?”

“First of all, you were dating that silly Eun. Secondly, why tell you and fuck the fun up?” Teasingly, you spread your legs wide open for him, rubbing your clit in tiny slow circles. “I wanted to surprise you. Make you act on what you want. Isn’t it a lovely gift? Let you fuck me nice and long, spit in my mouth and cum deep inside me?” 

Jaehyun’s fists clenched. How could you know all of his dirtiest desires? All of his wet dreams? His eyes blinked clear as water as he watched you play with yourself, allowing you to see through at how precisely lucky he considered himself. “You’re a dream come true, peaches” he murmured like a drunk man, leaning forward to land kisses on the supple skin of your neck. “You’ve got no idea how I’ve been dreaming of this. Wanna fuck you so bad…”

Your hand traveled low, grabbing the base of his cock and aligning it to your entrance. “Do it. Fuck me raw, Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun’s hand cupped yours, slowly guiding his cock inside you, inch by inch. He took a moment to take in the image of your body bathed in Christmas lights, hips stuttering when he found your hole soaked, but still tight. 

“Fuck, you’re so tiny,” his murmur mixed with a grunty moan as he bottomed out, head light with the sensation he could cum just at how beautiful you looked with his cock all inside you.

He fit you perfectly. Like a puzzle. Like God herself had drawn your bodies personally. And it drove you crazy. You looked at him with teary eyes, even when you smiled at how absolutely full your pussy was. It clenched around Jaehyun just right, even more when he retracted his hips and slammed them back, making you see stars.

“I can fucking see your lips gripping me,” Jaehyun moaned, bewitched by the holy image in front of him: your wet pussy taking him so good, your hard nipples, breasts bouncing as he thrust again, and again, and again.

Your nails dig into the skin of his hips as he fucked you, letting those deep throaty moans out, his hair falling onto his face and making Jaehyun look like heaven’ts favorite angel and hell’s most deadly devil.

“Gonna take all of your cum and make you a young dad,” you smirked while being pounded. The idea of letting your best friend make you pregnant turned you on beyond any measure: how lovely your kids would be, what an amazing daddy Jaehyun would make, how he could knock you up time and time again. “And when I’m oozing with your cum I’ll let you have a taste of my pussy again.”

Jaehyun closed his eyes shut for a second, his balls aching with the cum he had to give you. He too could be on his knees at the mere idea of putting his babies inside you, making your fertile womb big with his seed. “Fuck me,” he said, and you liked how raw he meant it. “You’re killing me, Y/N. Such a tight, wet pussy to breed...” One of his free hands traveled down your body, and the rubs his fingers drew on your clit made your back arch. “Want you to cum for me again, peaches.”

“Keep rubbing me just like that.” And he did exactly what you said, which resulted in another orgasm that escalated soon. This time, your walls tightened around him suffocatingly, so strongly it made it harder for Jaehyun to move. But oh, he loved it, he loved the restriction, and how scandalous gorgeous you looked cumming all over his cock, how your body shivered and convulsed, pushing him to his own edge.

His thick, delicious cum filled you up to the brim, making a mess where your bodies connected. Like a good girl, you took all of it, shivering so hard, feeling blesses with the image of Jaehyun’s muscles clenching, his face contorted, his body shaking as he came, pumping you full until his cum was painting your thighs and your ass cheeks. 

“Lift my hips,” you suddenly sighed. Accepting, Jaehyun reached for one of your cushions and placed it under your hips, using his hands to pull your thighs apart and spread them until your knees nearly touched your breasts - which meant you were with your swollen, abused pussy all in display for him, a sight that was not going to leave Jaehyun’s memory for a while. And your face… The arousal on it made you look like an inviting vixen. “Gotta make sure I’m all knocked up, huh?”

Jaehyun looked at you like he was spoiled for any other woman. “You’re gonna kill me,” he admitted lowly, hovering over until his tongue was on your clit again, licking up and down. “Can’t believe how fucking lucky I am.”

And then, just like you had instructed, Jaehyun was once again all over your pussy, slurping on the mess you two had made. He sucked on your clit, spat on your labia and moved his face passionately from one side to the other, drawing the most wanton moans from your throat. He devoured you like a starved man, like it was his one and only chance to eat you out, luxuriated by the taste of your mixed releases. When you were close to your third orgasm, he reached for your hand and held it firmly, letting you squeeze his fingers as your body rocked, and a little squirt hit him in the chest.

Your breath evened as you looked at each other, with a joy so genuine you freely laughed at what had just happened. That was exactly what you wanted: for your best friend to feel lightheaded with how much pussy you gave him. So you smiled, allowing your gaze to awe in the details of the face you adored so much.

Out of sudden, fireworks graced the sky, momentarily painting your bodies with the incandescent color festival announcing the clock struck midnight. 

And for the first time in that long night, Jung Jaehyun leaned over to do something that only happened in his most secretive dreams. Something that shook him to the core whenever you talked and your lips glossed under the city lights, whenever you smiled your truest grin, whenever you pouted or said specific words that made your lips inviting.

He kissed you. Long. Hard. With his lips and his tongue - a kiss that made you drip on the floor, sensual, savage, one that made you forget how to breathe. Lost in pleasure, your hands grabbed the hair on his nape, kissing him back just as fervently, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him flush to your body as though you desired to merge with him until you became one.

Unexpectedly, your lips stilled with the demanding grip of Jaehyun’s hands on your chin and cheeks. A grip that caused your lips to gape. 

You watched, helpless, paralyzed, and madly turned on, as Jaehyun spat in your mouth, his saliva warm in your tongue. How intensely his irises shone when he did was something you would never forget.

You kissed until the fireworks stopped. Until the night was smooth and cozy. Until Jaehyun’s cock twitched against your thigh and he was ready to go again.

“Round four,” he smiled with radiant eyes. In one smooth move, Jaehyun slid his arm up your waist, turning you around almost effortlessly, until your belly pressed to the floor. Easily like that, he slid his cock inside you one more time, limitlessly ecstatic with how alluring you looked from behind. Then, an idea crossed his mind, and his hips stilled.

You squirmed. “W-why did you stop?”

“So impatient,” he breathed playfully, arm reaching to grab a small item that, for a bit, was forgotten on your couch. The plug. 

Breathily moaning, you simply stood where you were. The rim of your hole was already lubed with an obscene mix of fluids, so it wasn’t particularly hard to push the tip inside, gaping your little hole enough for a few small thrusts. Meanwhile, Jaehyun’s cock was buried inside you, aware of each grip of your walls. “You make it so hard to stop, Y/N… Don’t think I will,” your best friend hummed. “In fact, peaches, I might fuck you into Christmas morning…”

God, he was going to be the end of you. Jung Jaehyun was going to be the end of you… “You're so good, you feel so perfect, baby.” Looking over your shoulder, you stared right into the depth of his eyes when the plug was once again slotted inside your hole. Holy shit, you felt so, so full. “And you don't have to stop. We can go all night," you promised, placing both your hands on the floor as Jaehyun started a new pace, one that felt pretty much like mating as your cheeks jiggled with the force of his hips. 

“You’re gripping me so tight,” he praised. “Just like I thought you would when I watched those dirty cams.”

“Knew it,” you moved your hips in slow circles, allowing Jaehyun to reach different spots inside you. “Knew you loved watching me.”

“My best friend is so fucking hot, how wouldn’t I? Even if I fought against it. Didn’t seem quite right.” 

You liked how he said every word, tone affected by deep breaths, and how honorable and prudent his morals pushed him to be.

“You don’t have to be decent with me, Jae.” You were giving yourself so willingly to him, so lewdly, ready to let Jaehyun have you in all the positions he liked, give him vivid memories of how your body looked in every angle. “I want you to be vocal about your needs. Tell me, ah-” you were interrupted by a hard thrust that reached deep. “Tell me what you need and I’ll make it come true.”

“Holy shit, this is the best Christmas present I’ve ever gotten,” Jaehyun groaned, sinking his fingers so deep it was probably going to leave marks on your hips. “Are you close, baby?”

You shook your head. As a response, your best friend instantly brought his fingers to your clit. The faster he pounded on you, the quicker he rubbed it, until you were crying out like a bitch in heat. “That’s it,” he growled. “Let go.”

“F-fuck!” your hands held onto the floor as you came again, your breath caught on your throat as your climax seemed to last longer, and longer, until you were seeing white, barely registering that Jaehyun was cumming inside your abused pussy one more time.

For a moment, there was nothing you could do but to rest on the floor, worn out, relaxing in the light state of your body. Respectful of your sensitivity, Jaehyun pulled out, lowly cursing at how his cum pooled on the floor before softly helping you roll your body so you faced the ceiling. Your face was all sweaty, hair sticking to your forehead, your eyes closed in peace as you tried to stabilize your breath. 

“You okay, peaches?”

“Perfect,” your eyes opened, glistening with happiness. “You?”

“Out of this world,” he replied with a heavy breath, readily resting his body next to yours. With a swift move, Jaehyun made you lie on top of him, and kissed the top of your head lovingly. “Thank you,” he hummed, hands swiftly brushing the length of your hair.

You grinned naughtily. “You can show me your gratitude later.”

“On camera, perhaps?”

You lifted your head to look at him, surprised. “Someone’s getting bolder.”

“That’s your effect on me,” he chuckled, rubbing up and down your spine. “But seriously, Y/N, thank you. I wasn’t expecting any of this. But damn, I liked it.”

“Pleasure’s all mine. Plus, I’m not done with you yet.”