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Jisung is such a clean, polite guy. Every hair on his head is always in place, he looks well put together from head to toe, and he is so kind. Parents love him. They always wonder how a guy like him can be so polite and down-to-earth—people are used to men like him being conceited self-absorbed pricks. 

Because you wholeheartedly believe that Jisung is so pure and kind and sweet, watching him spit on your pussy makes you moan loudly—his actions right now are in such contrast to the way he usually treats you, to the image of him you have in your head, to the guy you know and love. Yet, despite the contrast, you love both sides of him.

"So pretty," your boyfriend hums and looks up at you. He's keeping your lips spread with two long fingers just so he can make sure a dollop of spit lands onto your clit. Your entire body clenches, abs contract at the sudden warmth on you that spreads down as the spit travels there.

His eyes look at yours playfully as Jisung sticks his tongue out and licks you from your entrance to the clit, giving the bundle of nerves a couple of tongue swirls. Despite the clean image of him you have in your head, Jisung is so messy when he goes down on you, and that makes you incredibly horny. The clean guy is nowhere to be seen now as he digs in and lets his chin get coated with a mixture of your juices and his spit.

A string of saliva connects his nimble tongue with your slit, and you think you'll pass out from how hard you want to scream but can't. “Fuck, Jisung! You can't do that to me—”

“But baby, I'm just going down on you,” he coos, playing dumb, pretending that he's not giving you the best head ever in a house full of people who just can't hear any of what is going on in here—you’d never survive other people knowing you two are so horny you can’t wait to get home to fuck. “You said you could be quiet.”

You roll your eyes and want to tell your boyfriend he's being anything but nice, but he interrupts these thoughts by spitting on your clit again. This time, Jisung doesn't let the saliva drip out of his mouth and onto you—he puckers his pretty lips and spits hard, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. No one has ever treated any part of your body this way, and it makes you tingle from head to toe. It feels and looks dirty—in such contrast with the man himself—but feels so good. "I can be, but not when you're acting like that," you hiss the words, your fingers gripping onto the sheets below you. You hope to God none of his friends will notice that you two have been away for a while now, that it's taking Jisung a bit too long to help you find the bathroom at his friend's place.

It's not your fault, though—you can't say no to him. You knew Jisung was up to something the second he announced that he's going to help you find the bathroom even though you haven't said you needed to use it. You figured he wanted to tell you something or make sure you're enjoying yourself—you barely know any of his friends and you've been nervous about this the entire week.

So, your sweet boyfriend took you by the hand and let you up the stairs, talking about his friend's house loudly in case someone listened in. The second you stepped foot on the top floor, Jisung dragged you into the first room and kissed you, humming into your mouth, "I want to taste you so bad, please. I won't take long. Just a couple of licks. I swear I'll be fast."

The thing is, Jisung never really begs—he doesn't have to, not when you're always more than willing to give him exactly what he wants. That's especially true when it comes to receiving head from him. You' be crazy to turn it down, even if you're at his friend's place and don't have much time.

When Jisung’s flattened tongue touches your slit and licks up and down, you moan, closing your eyes so as not to see it—maybe that will make it less sexy, stop you from moaning his name. It doesn't, of course. Closing your eyes just makes you remember the look on his face when he licked up his spit off your cunt, and that is a scene from your wettest dreams. Fucking Han Jisung and his pretty mouth and long tongue that he knows how to use so well—

You come pretty unexpectedly, even though the whole sneaking around on his friends thing is arousing in its won right, and both of you moan when you realize what's going on. You try not to scream his name, but you're pretty sure a bunch of curse words leave your mouth as you bite down on your lower lip and let him lick you through the orgasm.

"I hate you," you mutter at him, which just makes Jisung snicker. With that, you give in and open your eyes, and your boyfriend moves away from your crotch slightly, enough for you to see his chin and notice how your juices and his saliva are spread all over it and his plush lips—so messy and horny of him, so hot.

Even though he usually cares about how he looks and tries to always look his best, at times like these, Jisung really doesn't give a fuck. His hair is messy because your hands have been tangled in it earlier, tugging and gripping, half of his face is covered in your slick, yet he doesn't even try to wipe any of it or fix his hair—all he's focused on is you.

Your eyes interlock and Jisung starts licking you again, this time loudly, making noises as his tongue moves up and down your slit, touching all the sensitive nerve endings to make you feel good. He sounds like a man starving for your pussy, and you love that—Jisung always sounds like that, even if you two fuck almost every day.

Your hands fly down, fingers grab his hair and pull his head away from you. “Fuck me.”

Jisung giggles and pushes himself away, up on his knees, hands spreading your thighs further. “Mhm, I will,” he hums and states at his little work of art—your pussy covered in drool, your juices, the remnants of your first orgasm, coaxed out of you with his tongue and fingers. “Don’t you worry about that.”

“Messy, huh?” you ask when you realize Jisung is touching his cock, tugging at it to get himself ready to fuck, while he stares at the mess he's made between your legs.

“You think this is messy?” he questions with a smirk, finally looking up at your face. “Just wait until I shower it with cum.” You clench around nothing at his comment, and your boyfriend chuckles. “Just remember, be quiet, hm?”

The pleasure principle, the driving force of the id that seeks immediate gratification of all needs, wants, and urges.

As read in the Case of Schreber, Papers on Technique and Other Works, Freud’s theories might seem outdated, but that doesn’t mean he was far from reality when he thought about all those things.

The id —the most basic and animalistic part of the personality—tends to be buried at the deepest, unconscious level of our minds. Freud thought that such part was present from birth, unlike the others. During early childhood, the id controls the majority of behavior and, as a result, children act on their urges for food, water, and various forms of pleasure in a way that might not be acceptable to do as an adult. As one gets older, the ways of satisfying such needs change —people no longer cry or scream when they are hungry, as kids do.

With the development of the ego, which is concerned with reality, the id’s needs are met, but in ways that are acceptable in the real world. The ego operates through what Freud referred to as the reality principle, whereas the id is driven by the pleasure principle —the former opposes the instinctual urges of the latest.

It sounds complicated, but Chan’s conflict made it seem pretty easy to understand; he wanted to fuck you, he needed to have you underneath him, with your legs around his hips, trembling and moaning his name.

But he couldn’t. So he satisfied himself in other ways that were more appropriate for someone like him —someone in his mid 30’s, divorced, and with more work responsibilities than social life.

Chan couldn’t remember the first time he felt attracted towards you, but he remembered the first time he acted on it.

He was at a business dinner at your place, one of many, and he vividly recalled you wearing a short, tight dress and a shade of lipstick he thought it was pretty —to this day, the color is still imprinted on his mind. You were sitting across from him, with your father next to you and your mother next to your father.

Business dinners were always boring for Chan, but they were the height of his social life in recent years —after his divorce, there was nothing much other than work in his day-to-day. At first, he went to such events out of commitment, he wasn’t particularly excited attending them, but he still felt the need to do so because it was all part of his work environment.

Later on, he found himself wanting to go to them just for the sake of seeing you. He would endure the whole duration of the dinner to be able to hang around you, even when he thought he was completely indifferent to you.

However, being around you was not an easy task. Or at least not for him.

The day you were wearing the short, tight dress, Chan remembered he had to fight the urges of glancing at your body shamelessly. You were sitting with your legs crossed, one on top of the other, and your thighs were at his full sight.

As he tried to follow the thread of the conversation your father and a few other business partners were having, he found himself being strained by an intrusive thought: your body sitting on his lap with his cock between your thighs, hips bucking into you while your own wetness provided the delicious friction he needed to get off.

The filthy fantasy repeated on his head a couple of times before he started feeling guilty about it —you were sitting right in front of him, with that angel-like face, smiling and without knowing the perverted thoughts he, a man that was at least 10 years older than you, was having about you. Still, the guilt wasn’t enough for his erection to go away.

So, as the principle of reality states, he found an appropriate way to satisfy his needs without compromising anyone else: he rushed to the guest’s bathroom, locked the door, and proceeded to jerk himself off while thinking about you.

The world kept on turning for all those who were outside that small room, but not for him.

For him, the whole world stopped spinning —the only things in his mind were your thighs, your lips, and the sensations he was providing himself with his hand. His head was thrown back, his eyes were closed, his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth slightly opened, just enough so that a couple of breaths and sighs escaped through it.

The clock was ticking, and he needed to return to that living room, sit down, and pretend that he didn’t do what he was doing at that moment, but that represented no issue for him. He knew he was going to come fast, but he failed to consider how hard he was going to do it. The sink, and even the mirror, suffered the consequences of such underestimation —consequences he had to wipe away with a paper towel as the guilt washed upon him.

Still, he couldn’t help but think about how much of a waste that was. Even when dwelling in shame, he fantasized about pumping all of himself inside you instead of having to clean the remains with toilet paper.

After a couple of minutes of erasing the trace of such lewd action, Chan arranged his clothes, washed his hands, and walked out of the bathroom as if nothing had happened.

His business partners were still drinking and chatting, and you were still there, sitting across the available spot Chan had left, in the exact same position and wearing the exact same smile. Everything was still the same, yet he was different —by masturbating to the thought of you, he had gone to a point of no return.

Because of that, that one was not an isolated incident.

Every time Chan visited your place for one of the usual business dinners your father hosted, he would have to touch himself to the thought of you. At first, he did in the guest’s bathroom of your house —like the first time. Then, he learned to control his impulses a bit more and only did it after arriving at his apartment.

The common denominator on such actions was always you. Even though he tried to get off while thinking about one of his co-workers who were really into him, nothing could get him to approach his orgasm as the thought of you did.

Not even real sex could, and that was a problem.

Every time he was with someone else, the intrusive images of your body and face always reached him and the worst part was that it was those images who always got him to come —nor the woman he was with, nor the stimulation she was providing him worked like the thought of you did.

And even though he felt guilty, there was nothing much he could do about his attraction towards you.

On one of the latest business dinners hosted at your house, you were absent. Chan didn’t think much of it until your father mentioned that you were out on a date. Your relationship status was indifferent to Chan, yet he found himself feeling a blazing sentiment inside his guts at the idea of you being fucked by someone else. Of course, he knew dates weren’t always sexual, but the possibility of yours being one was there, so he couldn’t completely rule it out.

That night, Chan drove home thinking about you and your date. A date he knew nothing about, but still took guesses on it. He thought about you being with another man your age. He thought about what that man could do to satisfy you and he was certain he could do it a thousand times better.

But he was in his own world, and you were in yours, so there was nothing between the both of you who could cause an encounter of such nature.

Or at least that was what he thought.

You weren’t narcissistic, yet you were fully aware of the power some women held over men.

In your case, you were fully aware of the power you held over him, even though he tried his best to hide it. But trying your best doesn’t always assure you success, and that was the case with Chan —one of your father’s youngest business partners and the protagonist of every wet dream you have had since you turned 21.

You vividly remembered the first time you saw him in the living room of your house, sitting with the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up and his legs spread. That day you were coming home after a college night class and you were feeling tired, yet the image of that unknown man was enough to perk you up, motivate you to take a shower, and sit at the dining room with your mother, father, and a few of business partners.

You didn’t dare to talk to him, but you still listened to the whole conversation that was held during that dinner; they talked about work, contracts, money, and a lot of irrelevant stuff that in no way fulfilled the curiosity you had on that man.

So far, the only things you knew about him were his name, the relationship he had with your father, and what kind of car he drove —a Mercedes SL65. But, other than that, nothing that was said was useful to you until one of the other business partners asked a question at which the whole table went silent: “So Chan, how are you holding up?”

Your father gave the man a challenging look —almost as if he was scolding him for being inopportune— and picked up on the question in a more friendly manner. “How have you been feeling these days?”

At first, Chan seemed timid. But he didn’t hesitate on answering the question, so you could only assume that he was not that touched about the subject of it.

“It was a tough decision to get to, but I don’t take it back,” he replied, grabbing the whiskey glass nonchalantly and taking a sip from it. “The apartment feels very lonely nowadays without the kids, but everything ended in good terms —I visit them often and that’s not a problem at all”.

After that, you knew his name, the relationship he had with your father, the kind of car he drove, his relationship status, and the existence of not one but some children of his own.

But you didn’t care how old he was, nor how many kids he had, nor how uninterested he was about you, you still fantasized about him that night.

In the middle of things, you recalled a word he used while answering the question: “lonely”. He said his apartment felt lonely, so you could only assume that he was feeling that way as well. Of course, he wasn’t going to expose himself in front of his co-workers and partners, but that’s usually how one feels after ending a relationship —or at least you knew that much.

So, in your fantasy, you took advantage of such a thing.

You seduced and drove him insane to the point of him needing to have his way with you. You teased him enough so that he had no other choice than to seek solace in your body, getting drunk in the feeling of your youth in opposed to what he knew with his ex-wife.

In your fantasies, he fucked you raw and hard. He bent you over the nearest surface he could find, and he degraded you for provoking him, telling you how much of a slut you are and how filthy you are for offering yourself to him that easily.

But then again, that was only a fantasy. One of many, but fantasies at the end of the day.

And the principle of pleasure and the principle of reality were also there; you wanted to fuck him, but you couldn’t approach him with such a request so you fantasized about him as much as you could.

In that matter, you and Chan weren’t that different from each other.

But in a certain way, you were. You felt attracted towards him and you wanted him, so why’d not have him?

What was stopping you from fulfilling that need you had?

Chan was attached to these unspoken moral rules he forced himself into, thinking that it was a deviant behavior to desire someone way younger than him —even worse when that someone was the daughter of one of his business partners. Chan had an excuse to not act on his instincts, but you didn’t.

So once again you asked yourself: What is stopping me?

That day was the day.

That morning you heard your mother and father talking about an event. Apparently, it was the birthday of one of your father’s closest friends and co-workers, and they were organizing a special celebration for him that night.

They could easily organize such events at restaurants or private clubs, yet your father always preferred to offer his house because, according to him, such small action reinforced solidarity and intimacy in the work environment. Not all of such plans were made at your place, but most of them were, and that night's was no exception.

However, birthday celebrations were far different from business dinners —if there was one thing you had learned from the ones hosted at your house was that your father’s friends knew how to have fun. They liked to drink, and they got completely wasted at such parties. At times, couples would even stay over in your living room because they were too drunk to even drive.

And because it was your parents organizing such things at the comfort of their home, they would also get immersed in that fun. Usually, you would make plans to avoid interacting with them in the middle of such a situation, but that night you chose not to. And the whole day you spent it thinking about how to proceed with the fantasies you had in mind.

Not even for a second you doubted Chan’s attraction towards you since it was pretty obvious; the way he looked at you and fucked you with his gaze alone betrayed him every damn time. Yet you were unsure if he was going to give in or not.

Still, you had one thing clear: everyone yields to temptation if you push them far enough, and Chan was definitely not going to be an exception for this.

While thinking about all of this, the day passed by much faster than you had anticipated. Whether it was out of nervousness or excitement, the night approached you earlier than usual and you soon found yourself all dressed up and ready to go downstairs.

It was unusual to see you at home on a Friday night, yet you were sure your parents weren’t going to question such a thing and, if they did, you would simply tell them that you had nothing else better to do —which was partly true.

When the clock marked 22:18, you decided to walk out of your room; it was a perfect time, not too early and not too late. By then, all the guests should’ve arrived yet the sobriety would still be present, and you needed Chan to be sober.

As soon as you started walking downstairs, you were welcomed by the faint bustle coming from the living room and yard. Everyone was either having dinner or drinking in company, yet Chan was nowhere to be found.

“I thought you were sleeping already,” your mother mumbled as he approached you near the entrance to the yard. “Are you going out?”

You shook your head.

“Then why are you all dressed up?” she queried.

“I wanted to come down,” you mumbled, your eyes dangling on the glass she was holding with her hand. “I was bored upstairs”.

“Ah,” she replied, not suspecting the underlying intentions of your presence. “Well, people brought different dishes. If you want to have dinner, they are all in the kitchen”.

You nodded and she continued her way to the yard, approaching your father who was sitting with a few of his friends while drinking.

Perhaps he couldn't make it, you thought to yourself. But you were sure you overheard your father speaking on the phone with him, and you were even more sure that his answer had been positive because your father had mumbled an “i'll see you tonight” —yet he was nowhere to be found.

Out of politeness, you decided to stop for a while at the yard. You greeted your father, who you hadn't seen since the early morning, and you greeted the resy of his friends as well. Some of which you knew them for a while, but others were completely un known to you. You even greeted the birthday man, who you personally didn't know but whose name had popped up in a lot of conversations between your father and the rest of his co-workers, in hopes of buying more time.

“Y/n,” your mother voiced, rising her arm to attract your attention. “Why don't you bring some snacks from the kitchen?”

You nodded and fulfilled her request, walking along the dining room and into the kitchen thinking that perhaps you could use a snack or two. You weren't really hungry to have a full meal, yet a snack sounded nice.

“It's just a contract,” the exasperated voice of a man interrupted your trail of thoughts. He was clearly on the phone and not walking to you, yet you couldn't help but be nosy. “The longer he waits, the messier things are going to get”.

Chan.

“I really don't care about what situation his company is in right now,” he mumbled, “I need his signature by yesterday”.

The voice went quiet and you could only assume that the other person in the line was speaking, probably saying things that were upsetting Chan because all you could hear were faint scoffs and curses.

Nevertheless, his discussion didn't stop you from walking into the kitchen as if he you didn't hear him scolding the poor soul on the call.

“Do whatever you need to,” he articulated, recovering his composure. “I'll call you tomorrow morning”.

You walked past behind him, not even acknowledging his presence yet his eyes were all over you.

Just like you planned it.

His gaze fixed on the lower neckline of your dress and then traveled to the flesh on your soft tighs. The dress was tight around your figure just fine and, for a moment, Chan completely forgot what had happened mere seconds ago.

“Stressful night?” you asked him casually, organizing the cookies and other snacks into the tray you were going to deliver in the table at the yard.

You turned around to face the kitchen cabinets behind you and Chan couldn't stop himself from staring at your arse. He even went as far as fantasizing about bending you over the kitchen counter, lifting up your dress and just pounding himself inside you to release the stress.

Reality principle.

“I've had worse,” he sighed, analyzing every single one of your movements; from the way your arms reached out to organize the tray, to the way your hips swayed from side to side ever so slightly, Chan couldn't stop looking at you.

Even though he had been at your place countless times, that was the very first time you spoke to him privately. Sure, you greeted him every once in a while when he attended the business dinners and you happened to be there, but your words were never out of the default interactions: Hello, good morning/good afternoon/good night, how have you been, Mr. Bang?

“All of the guests are in the yard,” you commented, taking a bunch of napkings and placing them right next to the tray. “Aren't you going to join them?”

“I had to take this call,” he replied. “I'll join them in a few minutes”.

You nodded and picked up the tray, carrying it on your walk back to the yard.

You spent the whole day planning how to approach him and now that you had the chance to actually approach him, your best move was to ask him about how stressful his night was?

Good job, Y/n.

“Thank you, darling,” your mother expressed as she saw you coming into the yard. She stood up from her seat and walked towards you, removing the tray from your hands and placing it on the table. “Did you take a look at the dishes people brought?”

You nodded.

“If you are hungry, you can eat something”. You nodded again while murmuring a faint “thank you” and proceeded to walk back to the kitchen.

You were just about to enter the living room when your father's voice interrupted your actions, making you brake in your tracks.

“Y/n,” he spoke. “Is Chan still on his call?”

You swallowed hard. Even someone mentioning his name so casually made you nervous.

“Yes,” you lied. “He seemed frustrated, I am guessing the call is going to take a while”.

“Ah!” your father sighed, “I told him not to work with that client but he just never listens. He always want to have things his way”.

You continued your path towards the kitchen and, much to your surprise, Chan was still there. In the exact same position as before, glancing at the place you were organizing the tray of snacks.

“What are you doing here on a friday night?” he asked you out of the blue, startling you.

“I didn't have any plans,” you replied, pouring some fresh water on a glass. “Got bored and decided to come downstairs to see what all the bustle was about”.

Chan hummed and took a sip from the glass on his hand.

“Don't you want some water?” you asked him, pouring some of the jar in another. empty glass. “Being upset and drinking alcohol it's not a good combination”.

Chan scoffed and raised one of his eyebrows —a subtle way to tell you that you had no business giving opinions on something private, yet he kindly took the glass from your hand.

“When your work life stresses you, alcohol goes with anything,” Chan mumbled, drinking the whole glass in one sit.

“Guess I'll find out in a year,” you murmured, drinking from the glass of water you had prepared for yourself earlier.

Chan's eyes fixed on the way you attached your lips to the glass and, for a split second, he felt an electric sensation between his legs.

You were wearing a shade of lipstick similar to the one he recalled, and the way your eyes stared at him while drinking from the glass made him think a lot of sinful scenarios, to say the very least.

“Is there anything I can do to help you relax?”

The question slipped out of your lips without giving it a second thought and, as soon as you saw Chan's countenance, you immediately regretted it.

Get on your knees, stick your tongue out and let me fuck your throat until you are a drooling mess.

“I don't think so,” Chan replied, feeling ashamed of the perverted fantasies that came to mind when you asked him such innocent question.

Because up until that point, Chan firmly believed that the only one interested was him and that none of your actions had underlying intentions to them.

“Are you sure?” you asked again, unsure of what you were expecting for an answer.

Chan's dark gaze fixed on you and he tilted his head, a look of confusion soon appeared on his face as he took notice of your odd behavior.

“Is there something you want to do to help me?” he asked back, throwing the ball to your court.

In your fantasies, you expected Chan to have the initiative. In reality, however, things were much more complicated than that —Chan rather hesitate than throwing himself all over you with no clue of what you wanted.

He loved being in control. He loved leading the way, being the one with initiative, but he would rather not attempt anything than attempt something and end up looking like a pervert.

“I don't know, it's just—” you took another sip of your water. “After that call, you look very stressed”.

“That's why I am asking,” Chan repeated, feeling his blood traveling and accumulating in one specific point of his body. “Is there something you want to do to help me?”

Only then, you understood that he was giving you the opportunity to offer yourself to him —he was asking such an open question that lent itself to any kind of response. That was his own way to control the situation, even when it looked quite the opposite.

“My father thinks you are still on the call,” you whispered, still with your back against the kitchen counter and mere steps away from Chan's body. “I told them you looked frustrated, so I am sure they are not going to come and look for you”.

Chan's dark gaze looked down on you, almost as if you had destroyed him with such words. He felt guilty, but not because of the situation.

He felt guilty because he knew that he hadn't been strong enough to fight his temptations. He hadn't being strong enough to fight the urges to sneak into the guest's bathroom and jerk off to the thought of you that day, he hadn't being strong enough to fight the need to masturbate every night thinking about you, and he certainly wasn't strong enough to resist you offering yourself to him.

“I am not sure how I can be useful for you,” you whispered, taking the courage to approach him carefully. His body tensed up once he felt your warmth, and that only proved to you that he needed this just as much as you did. “But perhaps if you instruct me, I can learn how to relieve your stress”.

His eyes traveled to your lips and he stared them for a while, fantasizing about the idea of kissing them.

“I don't think it's appropriate,” he spoke, with much less confidence than he initially intended to.

Chan always felt like the predator chasing its prey, yet, for a few minutes, he felt as if the roles were reversed.

“Then why are you hard?” you innocently asked him, brushing your thigh against his crotch. “If it's inappropriate, then why does it turn you on?”

Chan didn't reply but allowed himself to get lost in the slight stimulation your thigh was providing him when grazing against his bulge.

“If it's innapropriate, then why do you always stare at me when I am around?”

Chan licked his lips and darted you a challenging look, yet he didn't have the courage to speak. He didn't expect for his behavior to be completely under the radar —sometimes he got too lost in his trail of thoughts that he would zone out while looking at you.

Still, having you acknowledging such thing right in front of him made him feel ashamed.

“Don't think I didn't notice,” you mumbled, gaining confidence as Chan lost it, “how you kept on staring at my breasts and thighs like a pervert any chance you could”.

Chan felt cornered, and he didn't like it.

Sure, in any other context he would've admitted his actions and probably apologize for such behavior. However, that was not the case with you.

You were playing that card just for the sake of asserting dominance.

“And if you noticed, then why didn't you stop me?” your body tensed up at his question and Chan couldn't help but feel some sort of gratification. The whole interaction, he felt powerless and he had just managed to turn the tables around.

If something was going to happen, it was going to happen his way.

“All this time you knew that I liked to stared at you,” he breathed, feeling the pressure of your thigh against his bulge even harder now that you were completely tensed. “And yet your dresses got shorter and shorter with each of my visits”.

Soon, you felt breathless. The game you started, and in which you believed you were too good at it, was soon mastered by someone else.

“And even while knowing all that, you are here tonight, offering yourself in a silver tray for me to use,” Chan murmured, leaning forward and grazing your lips against his without actually kissing you. “If I am a pervert for staring, then what are you for giving me more reasons to keep on doing it?”

Your eyes fixed on his and Chan swore he could come just by looking at them. In a matter if minutes, you had lost all the confidence you acquired at the expense of him and now, you were the one in trouble.

“I don't know,” you whispered, you whole body freezing on its place as Chan's hands found their way on your hips. “You tell me”.

“Oh, you don't know?” he asked you with a faint tone of sarcasm in the middle of his words. His hands gripped your hips harshly and, with a swift movement, he pulled you closer to his body than before. His lips approached you ear and, as soon as you felt his breathing against your neck, you melted completely into his arms. “You forgot it already?”

Having him talking down on you like that and with that tone made you feel silly, but you liked it.

“I did,” you breathed, feeling your heartbeats going faster and faster than before. “Please remind me”.

His lips grazed against your earlob and you were secretly hoping for a small peck or for his teeth to nibble at the sensitive skin of it, yet none of those things happened. Chan was teasing you, and you had no idea how long he could play that game before he got tired of it.

“A slut,” he replied, his hoarse voice taking you by surprise. “A filthy little slut that's apparently for my personal use”.

“Not apparently,” you whispered with broken words, squeezing your thighs together and feeling the wetness pooling at your underwear. “I am”.

Chan could tease you for hours on end.

He was good at it. He was good at controlling himself and making the other person lose their senses to the point of agreeing to do whatever it was that he initially wanted.

Chan was that good at it, that his job reflected that quality of him. He was good at having control and he was good at making others lose it.

But when it came to you, things were different. He could control you —that was an easy task.

Yet he couldn't control himself.

He wanted to edge you, tease you and make you wait just as much as he did. But when he heard you confessing how you were at his full disposal, he couldn't hold himself any longer.

“Now that we have had this pleasent talk, I am asking you again,” Chan whispered, still with your lips near your ear, “is there something you want to do to help me?”.

You dropped to your knees in no time, your hands desperately searching for the zipper in his pants to release that thing you had been craving for months now. The place you two were in represented a risk, but you both were too immersed into the moment that no one seemed to care enough about it to move to another room.

“Didn't even have to give you an order,” Chan hissed, letting out a sigh of relief as he felt his throbbing cock getting liberated from his pants, “I am guessing this was what you had in mind when asking me that question”.

Chan was everything you had fantasized and more. He was nowhere near to the men you had slept before and you couldn't decide if that excited you or scared you.

You weren't inexperienced, yet you wanted to play pretend as if you were. You wanted him to teach you how to suck someone off, you wanted him to talk down on you as if your mind was completely empty except for the thought of him. You wanted Chan to help you through the whole process —all while being treated with absolutely no respect by him.

“Your actions tell me you have done this countless times,” Chan murmured, one of his hand caressing your hair while the other one did the same on your cheek. “Am I wrong?”

“You could be,” you teased him, taking his cock with both of your hands while you sticked your tongue out to have a taste.

“So you don't know how to take cock in that pretty mouth of yours?” Chan queried, even while knowing it was a blant lie. “Do I need to everything for you?”

You nodded slightly while fixing your eyes on his and giving kitty-licks to the tip of his cock. “Please?”

Chan was just about to act on your words when the sudden reality hit him out of nowhere. He was in the kitchen of your house, with his cock out and you kneeling right in front of it —anyone could walk in and witness the scene, including your parents.

“Alright,” he panted, taking a few steps away from your kneeling figure and fixing his pants. “But not here”.

Just a few seconds passed by before Chan had you kneeling front of him again, with your tongue out and your hands behind your back.

“Hungry?” he asked you, unzipping his pants again and exposing all of himself to you. Your hands reached out to grab the base of his cock and you continued your ministrations, swirling your tongue against the tip of his cock while your hands lowered his pants just a bit more so you could have access to his balls. “You better suck me off properly —after all, you did all that downstairs for a reason”.

You smiled with your lips against his dick and Chan felt as if he was going to explode just with that innocent sight alone. He couldn't process half of what was happening and he didn't want to.

He wanted to focus on you. On your lips against him and your tongue against his cock.

“I am telling you,” you murmured, blinking slowly while your tongue wrapped around his cock and your hands teased his balls. “I need help with this”.

Chan licked his lips and scoffed at your words, feeling somewhat turned on at the fact that you utterly wanted to be used in all the sense of the word.

“You want my help?” he hummed, his hands traveling to your hair and gripping it harshly to prevent it from falling on your face. “Pull your dress down”.

You followed his command docilely, the hands that were once touching him now pulling down the top part of your dress to release your breasts.

Just like he imagined them.

“You have such perfect tits,” Chan groaned while he stared at your breasts. You took them in your hands, massaging and playing with them for his own delight. “I can't wait to see how they will look while I am fucking you”.

The hidden promise behind his words made you clench around thin air, yet you couldn't get to explore that fantasy just yet.

Or at least not when you were this occupied.

Chan gathered all of your hair again and guided the tip of his cock to your parted mouth.

“Just a few rules,” he mumbled, rubbing the tip of his cock against your soft lips.

“Is this a game now?” you queried, scoffing.

“The whole time you had been acting as if this is some sort of game for you,” Chan murmured, pulling your hair harshly and forcing you to make eye contact with him. “So you wouldn't mind if I set a few rules, right?”.

You shook your head.

“Good,” he breathed with a smile that resembled more a smirk. “If you want me to stop, tap my thigh two times”, Chan mumbled, softening the grip on your hair. “I don't want to feel like you are holding back —I want to hear you gagging and choking around my cock, I want to hear you struggling to breathe and, unless you tap my thigh twice, I won't stop”.

You nodded at his words eagerly, impatient to have his cock inside your mouth.

“And lastly, I want you to drool all over it,” he murmured. “Get my cock nice and wet, because that way is going to be easier to fuck you the way I like it”.

Rough, messy, and intense.

You nodded again. At that point your mind was completely empty and the only things you could think of were his cock and the longing for being fucked by him.

Without saying anything else, Chan guided his cock to your mouth with one hand while the other gripped a fistful of your hair harshly.

He started of slow, giving you plenty of time to adjust. His eyes held a fair amount of concern behind them and it was more than obvious that —underneath that tough and dominant countenance— he was worried that he might hurt you.

He knew you weren't a virgin, but he didn't know how experienced you were. Of course, he was always going to be 3 or 4 steps ahead from you in that and many other aspects.

Only when he noticed that your mouth and throat were completely ready to be used by him, he started to acquire a faster pace.

“You feel perfect around me,” Chan groaned while having his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed. “I wonder if your cunt feels just as warm and wet as this hole does”.

You unconsciously clenched your walls at his words and his cock muffled a faint whine from your mouth.

Chan's gaze fell down on your image and he still couldn't believe it wasn't a dream. You were kneeling in front of him, with your breasts bouncing with each thrust of his cock in your mouth and your teary eyes fixed on his.

“Why are you crying, baby?” Chan asked shamelessly. “Thought you wanted my cock yet you can't take it properly without crying”.

You wiped away the tears and stared at him with a challenging look, fighting the urges of your eyes to roll to the back of your head. You thought you looked pathetic, yet Chan found it hot.

“Just a bit more,” Chan hissed through gritted teeth, pushing your head completely over his length until your nose touched his pubic area. “Make a mess on it and I might reward you”.

You coughed around him a few times before your digits tapped on his thighs twice.

Immediately, Chan pulled you away from his dick and you gasped for air as the drool fell from your mouth and onto your breasts.

It was definitely a sight that made Chan's cock throb between your hands.

“What a good girl,” Chan praised with a faint, mocking tone in his voice. His eyes were lost in that string of saliva that connected his cock with your mouth. “You do know how to follow rules”.

You felt messy and dirty, yet you couldn't care less. The taste of his cock and precum still lingered in your mouth, and you just couldn't wait to taste him again.

However, he lost no time and started undressing you. He removed your ruined dress, your soaked panties and your high-heels, only leaving you the pair of stockings you had decided to wear that day.

Between kisses, curses and endless teasing, he got rid of his clothes as well. The both of you were completely naked and at the mercy of each other —just like you both had fantasized for months on end.

Chan laid down on the bed and you straddled him, pressing your wet cunt against his erection.

“You are soaking wet,” Chan breathed, feeling how easily you slipped against his length and lower abdomen.

“It always happens when I am around you,” you admitted timidly, leaning down to leave a trail of wet pecks on his chest, jaw and cheeks.

Then, Chan saw the opootunity and took it. He grabbed the sides of your face and pulled them harshly against his, crashing his lips into yours.

It started off slow, then at some point it brought the desperation out of the both of you. It became sloppy, needy and instinctual. Chan's tongue was tasting yours hungrily, getting drunk at the softness and submission you showed through the kiss.

He kissed you for minutes without stopping to catch air. He kissed you roughly, digging his teeth on your lower lips and pulling them ever so slightly to send waves of pain throughout your body.

He kissed you until he started to feel your hips moving against his length, and he broke the kiss to let out a grunt slip between his lips.

“You are really desperate to be fucked in those holes of you, don't you?” Chan queried in between sighs, his hands guiding your hips along his length, back and forth.

“Mhm,” you whimpered, closing your eyes at the stimulation provided. “In all of them”.

Chan bucked his hips against yours when he heard you saying those words, yet he still needed to wait just a little longer.

“I am so desperate,” you whispered mindlessly, your cunt dragging and grinding agsinst his cock without actually having him inside you. “I've been so desperate for you. This whole time I only thought about you”.

“And what did you think?” Chan hummed, feeling your movements getting sloppier against him.

“About you fucking me,” you whispered, both of your hands pressing against your chest while you kept on grindind against him. “About you using me whenever you please. I just want to be some holes for you to release your stress whenever you feel like it”.

Chan groaned at your words, pressing your body against his erection even harder.

“I don't think you could take it,” Chan teased you, losing his mind at how wet you were and the mess you were doing on his lap.

“I could try,” you pathetically whined, almost cried. “Teach me how to take your cock in each of my holes and I will be your best, personal slut whenever you want”.

Chan closed his eyes and threw his head back against the pillows, feeling how you got wetter and wetter by the second.

“Is that what you truly want?” Chan asked you, lifting your hips from him making you cry at the lost of contact. “Do you want me to train your holes so that you can take me any time I like?”

You nodded eagerly, feeling the tears of frustration streaming down your cheeks.

He turned your body in the bed, making you lay down on your back with your legs spread and your dripping cunt completely exposed for him.

He traced your slit with two of his fingers, coating them with your own fluids, and he forced them inside your mouth.

“Taste yourself,” he breathed, his cock twitching at the now familiar feeling of your tongue. “Taste how wet you get by me”.

You moaned against his digits and Chan felt the vibrations of such sound traveling along his body. Then, with the same hand that was previously inside your mouth, he aligned the tip of his cock against your cunt and, slowly, pushed himself inside you.

“Oh my- fuck,” you cried at the sudden sensation of his dick stretching you open. He pushed it all the way in and your walls took him gladly, clenching around him almost aggresively as he buried his face on your neck. “You feel so fucking hard inside me”.

Chan groaned at your filthy words and didn't move for a few seconds. He wanted to feel your warmth, he wanted to feel your walls clenching around him desperately. He wanted to hear your faint cries and whimpers, knowing he was the one causing them.

Only when he felt that you were ready for him, his hips started to move against yours.

First his movements were gentle, soft and slow. But as soon as you started to demand a faster pace, Chan completely gave in to the most primal and animalistic part of him.

He started to buck his hips against yours faster and it was only a matter of seconds before the knot in your stomach started to appear with the increase of his thrusts.

Your nails digged into the skin of his arms, but he didn't care. You felt too good to be thinking about absolutely anything else.

“You are so tight,” Chan groaned, clenching his jaw. “So fucking perfect around me, your cunt is practically begging for me to come”.

You moaned at his words and arched your back, a perfect position for Chan to lick and suck on your erected nipples as he mercilessly fucked your wet pussy.

“It feels so good,” you cried, locking your legs around his waist. “You are fucking me so good”.

One of his hands sneaked between the bodies of the two of you, his digits cunningly looking for your clit and rubbing it in circular motions as soon as he found it.

“F-fuck, Chan!”

“Come all over my cock,” Chan groaned. You didn't even had to tell him that you were close —he immediatly felt it as soon as your walls started to clench even harder around him. “Prove to me that you are a good slut and cream all over my cock”.

The way he delivered such filthy words never failed to stimulate you, and that particular sentence was no exception —in a matter of seconds, you came hard on him.

“Like this?” you queried with broken words, feeling the remains of your high still being fucked by Chan.

“Like that, baby,” Chan hissed. “You made a mess on my cock, now it's even easier to fuck you like this”.

You locked your legs even tightly around him, and your arms reached his neck to wrap themselves around it. You wanted to have him as near as possible, you wanted to hear his breathing and groans as he came.

His hips started to lose their pace —the movements started to become sloppier and needier. Curses were falling from his lips, drops of sweat were streaming down his face and all that only meant he was close to cumming.

“Fill me up,” you whispered, “Come inside me and pump me all of your cum”.

Chan felt light-headed at your request. All this time, he had a lot of different fantasies with you —however, there was only one recurring.

He desired to have you as his personal cum dump. He wanted to fill you with his cum to the brim, until it was leaking out of you.

He wanted to cum on your mouth and ass as much as he could throughout the day. He wanted to cum all over your body, face, breasts, back and arse.

But if there was one thing he really, really wanted, that was cumming inside of you.

He wanted to pump his semen inside your tight cunt. Fill you up really good, making sure that your body took him well. If his cum leaked out of you, for any reason, he would order you to fuck it inside you again with your fingers or he would even do it for you.

He wanted to come inside you, and the fact that you were giving him the chance to do so was arousing enough for him.

“Yeah? You want my cum dripping out of you?” Chan groaned, burying his face on your neck.

“Mhm,” you cried due to the overstimulation. “I want you to come deep inside me. Bred me really good”.

Chan was losing his head at your words and there was no way on earth he wasn't going to give you what you were begging for.

“You want me that bad, huh?” he panted, pressing his forehead against yours while his moans melted into yours and viceversa. “You want to keep me inside you?”

You nodded frantically, feeling how he was closer and closer to his release.

“Please, come in me,” you pleaded weakly, getting lost in his dark gaze. “Please, I'll be good and I will not waste it”.

Those last words were everything Chan needed to come. And he did so, hard.

He milked himself inside you completely, and only withdrew out of you when he was sure that he had fucked his cum deep, deep inside you.

You laid there, with your back against your bed and Chan's body on top of yours. Your hands latched onto his blonde curls and you waited for the both of you to overcome your highs, your breaths and heartbeats barely stabilizing themselves after such events.

“What was stopping you?” you softly asked him. His gaze lifted up to meet yours, and you could spot a spark of confusion in it. “You liked me, yet you never approached him”.

Chan scoffed at your question, as if the answer wasn't obvious.

And as he saw you laying naked underneath him, he recalled the memory of the time you were wearing that short, dress and pretty shade of lipstick —the night of the point of no return.

This time though, the point of no return took a different meaning.

"with all due respect, I agree as well." changbin said, before taking a sip from his water bottle. I leaned back on the couch and sat there in disbelief. the three guys, whom I've been friends with for awhile, who I felt like I could tell them almost anything, have thought about my moans. then that when it hit me. 

"wait, so have all three of you have had the thought of having sex with me? like you guys fucking talked about it with each other? how else would the three of you, all agree about that out of thin air." I said, making eye contact with jisung, knowing he'd be the one to give it away the easiest. jisung opened his mouth but didn't say anything. "you guys are fucking perverts." I said, laughing. "how can we not? like if we weren't really good friends…I'd fuck you in a heartbeat. hell, i'd do it now, with your consent of course." changbin said in a dark tone. I felt myself blushing at his words but I kept eye contact with him.

that's when chan decided he wanted to make a comment, still facing the computer screen.

"I mean can you blame us, you're beautiful- god like even." he said before continuing on with, "plus, I know us guys aren't the only ones who are perverted. you can't say you haven't thought about us in that way either." he turned his chair around to face us, with his head tilted to the side a little. I don't know if it was the feeling of the room, what changbin had said or the way chan was looking at me, but I could feel my stomach twisting. I knew I was getting turned on.

I looked down at the ground with blush on my cheeks, trying to come up with what to say. "oh, so you have? you want to share it with us?" chan asked as he rolled his chair closer to me. chan placed two fingers under my chin and lifted my head up. "tell us, baby?" he said in a low voice. I narrowed my eyes, "no, I don't think I will. how about you tell me what you guys talked about?" I said in a tone I know best, while also trying not to sound like I was affected by what was happening. though it didn't work as they chuckled at me.

chan slowly brought his hand to cup my jaw and quickly squished my cheeks. "seems like we got a bit of a brat on our hands, boys." chan said to the other males in the room. jisung scooted closer as changbin pulled my hair back a bit and leaned in. "how about we show you instead? is that okay?" he said, inching closer to my neck, waiting for my response before doing anything. my thoughts were becoming jumbled so I nodded. "we need a verbal answer, y/n." jisung said. god, I've never heard his voice that low before. I felt my eyes flutter and my body shudder. I locked eyes with chan once more, 

"do your worst." was my answer. 

within seconds, changbin was kissing my neck, jisung was groping my chest, while chan and I were making out with his hands on my thighs. I didn't know who I wanted to touch first, everything was so overwhelming. all I knew at that point was pleasure and that I was a moaning mess. I placed my hand on changbin's thigh and the other on jisung's, making my way to their crotch. both moaning at the contact. "shit, you already got me hard baby. you feel it throbbing for you." changbin said, placing his hand on top of mine, putting more pressure. I cupped my hands around both of them and rubbed them through their pants.

"ah fuck." jisung said, bucking his hips up. chan hands went up to the top of my sweats as he nibbled at my lip. "let's get these off you." chan said once he pulled away. I lifted my hips a little to help get my pants off. once off, chan got out of his chair and onto the floor. chan grabbed me under my knees, and placed my legs over the other members' legs. "look at you, already so wet for us." he said, as he slid his hands down my thighs to my cunt as I moaned. 

as chan was teasing me through my underwear, the other two worked together to get my hoodie and bra off. jisung kissed his way down from my collarbone to my right nipple, before taking it into his mouth as changbin did the same to the left. "oh god." I  said as I moved my hands back to their thighs to grip. chan pushed aside my underwear and ran his fingers up my slit, collecting my juices and popping them into his mouth and moaning. I arched my back at chan, needing more. "more." I breathed out. chan removed his fingers from his mouth and moved his head closer to my cunt.

"yeah, you need more. you smell so good, baby." chan said, before licking up from my hole to my clit. my hand went immediately to his curly hair as I moaned once he began to eat me out. jisung's hands met my thigh and started groping in random areas. changbin popped my boob out of his mouth and played with it with his fingers. "so good, just for us." jisung said, once he let go of my other boob. "yeah, you would let us record your moans, right baby?" changbin said, turning my head to face him. I nodded as I tried to answer, but chan pushed two fingers into me. I moaned loudly and threw my head back. changbin moved my leg to chan's shoulder, got up and went to the computer, messing around with it before coming back.

changbin took off his shirt before sitting back next to me. I brought my hand to his chest, up his neck. I pulled him in for a kiss as jisung started to mark up his side of my neck. changbin pushed his tongue into my mouth, instantly gaining dominance. I felt chan slowly add a third finger as he sucked on my clit with his other hand gripping my thigh tightly. I broke the small make out session and moaned, feeling the knot get tighter as he curled his fingers up.

"oh fuck, I'm gonna cum." I said as I turned my face into changbin's neck. chan thrusted his fingers faster into me. "cum for us, it won't be the only time you cum today." I heard jisung say before he nibbled at my ear, right as I felt my climax hit me. I cried out from the pleasure. "good baby, good fucking baby." chan said as he slowed down his fingers to pull them out. it was silent for a bit as I came down from my orgasm. "what's next?" I said, looking at all of them.

"take your underwear off." changbin said, stand up to remove the lower half of his clothes as jisung did the same. I hooked my fingers around my underwear and slid them off. "you're gonna suck jisung off as changbin fucks you, but don't make him cum yet, if you want him to fuck you as well." chan said as he stood up and pushed pants low enough to free his cock. he sat back in his chair and stroked his cock. I watched him as I felt myself clench. "you'll get me later, baby." chan said, motioning his head, silently saying to focus on jisung. I moved to face jisung as he sat back down on the couch. 

I brought my lips to his and made out with him a little as I felt changbin come behind me. placing his hands on my waist, he moved me how he wanted. on my hands and knees. jisung pulled away, sat up and placed one leg under him and placed the other on the floor. making me come face to face with his cock. pretty cock, average length and slender. I immediately brought a hand up and licked the tip of his head before licking the underside, from the bottom and back up. as I placed my lips around jisung's cock, l felt changbin pushed his cock over my slit. making me moan as jisung brought his hand to my hair and pushed me further on his cock. 

"fuck, her mouth feels so good." he said, before looking down at me. as we made eye contact and he said, "I don't think I'm gonna last long enough to fuck you." already out of breath. I whined around him, he threw his head back and moaned. changbin aligned his cock and pushed into me with a groan. god, he felt so big. I popped jisung out of my mouth, "oh fuck changbin." I moaned out as he stretched my pussy. "next time, baby. I'll fuck you. but right now, just let me fuck your throat, okay?" he said, looking back down to me. "promise." I said with big eyes, as I licked up his cock again. "I promise." jisung said.

as changbin had bottomed out, I put jisung's cock back in my mouth and put my hand down. I bobbed my head as changbin slowly started to thrust into me. "ready for me to pick up the speed baby?" changbin said. I nodded my head the best I could with cock in my mouth. changbin steadied himself better before pounding into my cunt. jisung gripped the back of my head and started moving his hips as well. I moaned loudly as I felt tears prick from the changbin slamming into me and jisung making me deepthroat him.

"how tight is it, binnie?" chan said from the sideline. "so fucking tight, so good, always clenching around my cock. god, I could get use to fucking this tight hole all the time." changbin said, gripping my hips tightly. I clenched around his cock at the thought of fucking them all the time. "you like that idea baby, letting us use you whenever." changbin said, before slapping my ass. I moaned around jisung, who was already a moaning mess- just like me. 

the sound of slapping skin, moans, and sometimes gagging were the only sounds in the room. jisung stopped his hips and let me take over, once he felt himself getting closer to his climax. "make me cum." he said, removing his hand from my head. I brought my hand back up and jerked him off as I kept sucking. changbin thrusts were becoming slower, but more hard. making me push further onto jisung's cock. I felt jisung twitch in my hand. "oh fuck." jisung moaned out as he came, lighty moving his hips forward. his cum entered my mouth, making me inherently swallow it. 

jisung pulled away, fucked out and out of breath. he sat down on the couch and watched along with chan, changbin fucking me. changbin still going at a slow pace with hard thrusts. I felt like a ragdoll, like jell-o. I couldn't even lift my head. so much pleasure from just changbin's cock, without stimulation to my clit. god, did it feel so good. or so I thought. I cried out, my arms giving out from under me as changbin found my g-spot. "right there, binnie. oh fuck." I said, as I rested my head on jisung's leg.

I made eye contact with chan and couldn't look away. him just sitting there, shirt lifted up some, hand slowly stroking his cock to changbin fucking me still. that I could watch all day, he looked so fucking good. chan knew that too with that stupid smirk on his face. he gripped his cock a little tighter and pulled his hand up his cock once more, throwing his head back as he moaned and I whined out the sight. feeling myself get closer and closer, I lifted my body back up and brought my hand to my clit. 

"fuck, changbin. I'm so close." I said as I closed my eyes. "I am too baby." changbin said. "faster please." I whined out, as I wanted more- needed more. changbin did as I said, both of us moaning with each thrust. I pressed down more as I circled my clit. I arched my back and felt the knot break inside me. "yes! fuck, oh fuck fuck." I chanted as I came all over changbin's cock. "so good for me, cumming all over my cock." he said, never slowing down, needing to get to his high as well. it only took a couple of more thrusts before he pulled out. 

"turn around, I wanna cum on your face." he said. I quickly did and stuck my tongue out. changbin stroked cock a couple of time before his cum shot out on my face. he groaned at the sight as he placed his cock on my tongue, to put the last little beads of cum there. "fuck." he said, looking at my face. "you're so pretty like that." he added. chan handed changbin some tissues so he could wipe his cum off my face.

once that was done, I looked over to chan- who was still fisting his cock. "are you gonna come fuck me or just your hand?" I asked, chan laughed and stood up. he walked over to me as changbin, who was now where underwear, took chan's seat. "why do you talk to me like that? but you're so nice to changbin and jisung? huh baby?" chan asked in a mocking tone, looking down at me. "you just got that face I wanna talk back to." I mocked back, chan lifted his eyebrows. he looked me up and down before taking off his shirt and pants. 

"stand up." he said, grabbing my arm before I could act. he moved me and sat down in my place. I tried to sit on him, but he grabbed my hips. he quickly spun me around to face away from him. he pulled me onto his lap. "I wanna face you." I whined out. "should have thought of that before you made that statement." he said in my ear. I leaned my head on his shoulder as his hands gripped me from under my thighs. he pulled me up, "put my cock in your tight cunt." he said. I grabbed his cock and pushed him inside me. he had more girth and similar length to changbin. I moaned at the feeling of being filled up again. I felt myself shudder at the pressure of overstimulation.

it didn't last long though. as soon as I was half down, chan thrusted up and started pounding into me. I cried out for what seemed like the 100th time. in this position, he was hitting my g-spot perfectly. "oh god." I said, trying to hang on to anything. my left arm went to the back of chan's head, pulling at his messy curls. "not god, just me fucking you open." chan said with a laugh. "oh shit." I said, as I felt my 3rd orgasm quickly. I tightened around chan's cock. "what baby? you about to cum so soon? I haven't even fucked you that long." chan said, looking at me and noticing the tears in my eyes.

"awe, look at you crying, is it because you can't handle being fucked with a cock by more than once." chan said with a fake sympathetic look. I shook my head in disagreement. his look quickly darkened, "oh, you can. then cum for me, all over my cock. you can handle me till I cum, right baby?" he said, I nodded. his words triggered my orgasm, I felt like I lost control of my body. chan just kept up his deep thrusts as I creamed all over his cock. 

"you look so good like this y/n, I can't wait till next time." I heard jisung say. "me too." changbin said casually, like they were having a basic conversation. that's all I heard, I couldn't even focus on them long enough by how chan was fucking me. "god, channie. you stretch me out so nicely. both, you and binnie." I whined. "yeah? I bet you love this so much." chan said, as his grip tightened on my thighs. "oh fuck." he moaned, he slammed his hips up once more before stopping. he pulled me up and off his cock as I whined out a no. "I'm just turning you around baby." he said, helping me turn to face him.

now facing chan with my legs on either side of him, I gave him a quick kiss. he held his cock and I sank down, making both of us break the kiss and moan. he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, resuming the pace he was originally at. I pushed my head into his neck as the overstimulation started to feel like pleasure again. I placed my lips on his neck, sucking at his neck. "shit baby, keep tightening around my cock and you'll make me cum." he said in a low voice. those words made me start pushing my hips to meet his thrusts. "oh look at that boys. I think someone wants to be filled up with cum. changbin, maybe you should have came inside. make this little cunt all messy." chan said, making me moan. he moved his hands to grip my waist.

"please cum in me chan. I want it." I said, popping up my head to look at him as I bounced on his cock. chan closed his eyes and leaned his head back, moaning loud. I placed my hands around behind his head and pulled him into a kiss. he moaned into the kiss as his thrusts started becoming more sloppy. I pulled away from the kiss and looked in his eyes. "cum channie, I'll be good and keep it all inside me for you." I said as I felt my fourth climax approaching. 

my words made chan moan and slam his cock deeper in me. his moans became high pitched as he got closer to his high. he held me in place once more and kept slamming his cock as his high was quickly approaching. "cum with me baby." he whined, before slamming his into me once more. cumming hard and deep inside me, filling me up with his hot seed. making it trigger my last orgasm. we rode each other's orgasms out with small moans and movements. we sat there for a moment, catching our breaths. my head fell on chan's shoulder as I felt tiredness fill my body.

chan helped me off his cock and I sat in the middle of chan and jisung. changbin and jisung had put their clothes back on sometime when chan and I were fucking. chan got up and grabbed some more tissues and handed them to me. once I was cleaned up, I put my clothes back on and so did chan. I leaned into jisung, putting my head on his shoulder.

"okay." jisung said, gaining the attention from us, "I know this is gonna sound weird, but why is chan and y/n fucking so hot though." he said. I shot my head back up. "oh that's the weird thing, but not you saying my moans would sound good on a track tho. makes so much sense!" I said, throwing my body back against the couch. making the boys laugh at me. "you worry me sometimes, ji." I said. 

"it's not my fault you both looked and sounded hot fucking, y/n." jisung said, leaning back with me. I rolled my eyes and put my hood up so I would have to look at him. "he's right, you know." changbin said with a playful smile. "changbin!" both me and chan said with rosey cheeks, making changbin laugh.

"what? the way you two were talking and fucking was such a turn on." changbin said. "thank you!" jisung said. "if you're both hard again, fuck each other or fuck chan. I'm too tired and would be glad to watch that show." I said with a smile, knowing that will get them.

a small chorus of my name and 'whats' filled the room. 

"what! chan asked earlier what I thought about? it was one of them! ya'll watched me get fucked, why can't I do the same and watch ya'll." I defended. chan shook his head with a smile on his head as Changbin rolled his eyes and turned around in the computer chair. silence filled the room.

…..

"I mean y/n's got a point."