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Around the corner of Yizhuo's apartment, she invites Minjeong to sleep over so they can get the most out of the monthly event in their little game, the latter doesn't take more than a second to oblige and accept with a high pitched happy squeal, which made you smile despise your own tiredness. To your side you could hear an "Ouch!" again, making you fully giggle at Karina's petty refusal to just sleep on you.

Minjeong and Yizhuo bid their goodbyes and wished you all to have a nice night and demand you to send pictures if you take any cute ones, you blow them both kisses as they walk into Ningning's building.

"You should give me a dog as an apology," Karina demands with an unmistakable pout in her pretty lips, you know the only reason she's not looking back to you is to not see the way your eyes soften at the sight of her angry face. "A hundred dogs, actually. That's the bare minimum you should do for me."

Aeri laughs at that, she holds your arm tighter and snuggles her nose into your pulse further as if she's part of your own body, warm and belonging, because she does belong.

"How about one dog that's a hundred years old? Have you considered that?" You suggest and Jimin stifles a giggle that tried to rise so hard and suddenly she almost snorted, making you laugh loudly too, earning a slap on the naked top of your thigh from her shamefully grinning self. Aeri cackled at that while caressing the red spot left on your leg from Karina's mean love.

It doesn't take long after that for her apartment to be just on the horizon. As she was getting ready to leave, Jimin leans over your lap to give Giselle a gentle peck on her cheek, complaining about you one more time before leaving the car, for good measure. "Good night to Gigi, only. You can have nightmares." She said sourly before attempting to make an ugly face — impossible for her — then eventually leaning in to give you a soft kiss in the lips as well.

With your last girl holding onto your hand tightly, mindlessly playing with your fingers only to bite down hard on your shoulder whenever you tried to hold her hand back, you know that she won't be letting you go to your own apartment anytime soon.

Aeri's mouth was lapping on your dripping heat before you can even call out her name.

Spread open and vulnerable on her couch, your shaky knees pushed far apart as your spine arched away from the leather material. Your fingers ran through her soft hair, petting her head as affectionately as you possibly could despise of how hard you really wanted to pull her damp strands until it her scalp was stinging, and she was nice enough to reward your gentleness by humming against your red, puffy clit.

She's been going at it for what it felt like multiple hours and just a couple of seconds from how sensitive you felt, slow and detailed. Lazy strokes of her pierced tongue from your leaking hole up to your swollen clitoris, satisfied hums leaving her throat every couple of minutes, your face winced at how you could hear every obscene, disgusting little noise her tongue made while licking you open.

Every time you start shaking a tad too hard, she eases off the strength of her sucks and kisses just enough to let you calm down and not cum too quickly, but despise her best efforts to keep this going for hours… you already came twice — once while she had two fingers curling just right inside of you and another just from her lithe tongue, looking at her wasn't too good for your heartbeat either, your sweet juices were coating her chin and dripping down into the leather couch or sliding to her neck.

"T-take… Aeri, mmph- take it off, please… Gigi…" You try to communicate your needs between your helpless whimpers, biting down on your lip once it's visible that you succeeded. She pulls back slightly, her breathing wild and most of her face glistening from being buried into your heat for so long.

It doesn't take more than some seconds for her to fully realize what you had been asking for, a cocky grin making it's way to her beautiful face as she reached for the hem of her t-shirt, involuntarily mimicking your lip bite as she removed the piece of clothing, letting her pretty tits spring free.

"You just need to see me all the time, don't you? Pervert,” She murmurs, her voice sultry and begging for you to fight back, not once acknowledging her complete submission to your smallest of demands at all before leaning back down to press open-mouthed kisses and little love bites to your damp inner thighs. "You love me too much."

Your shaky fingers serve you one last time tonight, grabbing a handful of the hair in the back of her head and pushing her face up like you're using her hair as reins, smashing your puffy lips together, groaning almost pornographically at the taste of your own sweat and arousal in her tongue.

Aeri kisses you back with the same level of devotion and force, both of her hands finding home on your waist as she settled sat on one of your thighs, her damp panties leave a trail of wetness on top of your leg every time she frantically moves back and forth like a puppy in heat. You hug her shoulders, swallowing each and every one of her high pitched moans as if you've been starving for it.

A pitiful, little broken sound comes out of your throat when she trashes you back into the couch. Breaking the kiss and moving around on top of you, she comes back from the spot where she was messily looking through your pile of clothes with your panties in her hand. She gives the damp, flimsy material a deep kiss before kneeling back on the floor, maintaining an eye contact so intimate your whole body shuddered in hurt as she slipped your panties back up into your body.

No words were needed when she came back to the couch, you wordlessly place your left leg around her pelvis and she places her right leg around yours, your breath failing to reach out from your lungs as your wet spots touched for the first time, as soon as she pulled your hips closer. You reach for her face and she accepts you tender love as if it's not a reminder of how ruined you both are, her hold on your waist is strong but shaky, your hold on her cheek is gentle but your hands are slippery.

You slowly start moving against each other, the heat of your bodies eating you both alive, humping each other's leaking flowers with a passion that could be heard better than any other emotion in this apartment, shamelessly moaning and whining, pulling one another impossibly close as if you'll disappear any fleeting second from now on.

Aeri is the impatient type, it doesn't take long for her to aggressively rip her panties off of herself and push yours to the side so you could please each other properly. Scissoring like muts desperate to breed, the force of her thrusts was making you bounce a little from the couch back to her. The wet, filthy sounds coming from where your sticky messes sloppily kissed were enough to drive you even wilder, hips twitching helplessly, trying to match her pace.

She doesn't stop speaking, dragging herself against that puffy spot that made your brain shoot out sparkles up your spine as if there were ice cubes sliding up and down your lower back up to your neck. "I love you, pretty baby. I- mmhhp, I love y-you, more… more than anything," She promised, lips warm right on your temple.

There's no need to have your eyes open in this soft moment of destruction, you know exactly how she looks like during all of this.

You've always known Aeri looks the prettiest when she's using you.

The third orgasm shocks you like a whole thunderstorm, deep and all too consuming, your back arching off the couch as your cunts clamp down on every slide against each other, her voice coming out in broken pieces as she reaches her own relief just a few seconds behind you. You can't help but groan at her pretty noises, both of your thighs quivering pathetically around each other.

Aeri eases both of you through the aftershocks of your love with a gentle roll of her hips, her unsteady hand massaging your torso from sweaty waist up to your ribcage, in the same unhurried rhythm. Gently coaxing your every last tremor until your breathing became, at least slightly, stable again.

You can't help the whimper that involuntarily leaves your mouth when she notches her puffy, sensitive clit right against yours again.

"Just a little more, please? Just one more, angel…" she whines, her beautiful face dripping with sweat just a inch away from yours, bodies still assimilating the last waves of both of your orgasms. "Just one more… for me?"

You hug her neck one more time, she kisses you back instantly, enveloping each other's lips like a naturally intricate swan dance, devoted lovers bound by fate.

Then she starts to move again.

Long, deep slides against your sticky heat. One hand holding onto your bruised waist, the other slipping down to rub firm, slow circles and figure eights right above your swollen little bell. Her pretty hips moved restlessly, measured, calculated to perfection of edging herself.

You've sincerely lost count of how many times you came by this point, just keeping your eyes open because you don't wanna lose how purely majestic Aeri looks completely lost in pleasure.

It's easy to see when something different starts to build.

It makes her breaths come out sharper, heavier, a sensation that shows it's intensity from how hard her stomach clenches under your fingertips. Her moans almost panicked, pelvis twitching uncontrollably.

You bring a hand up to wipe the damp hairs from her face with a shaky touch, caressing her jaw so lovingly she can feel her eyes starting to sting as she tears up. "C'mon, baby. I'm right here, I love you, mmhm- I love you so much."

She angles her hips just a fraction deeper on the next wet slide, her eyes shutting down hard as her entire body prettily convulsed right there on top of you, the pressure snapped.

You ride the aftershocks with her, pulling her limp body to fall on top of yours. Your hands find home caressing her heated face then, her shoulders relaxed the second you kissed the top of her head.

Her hand came up to hold yours — softly now, almost worshiping.

She kisses your collarbones and rests her face right on the left crook of your neck, warm and belonging.

Because she does belong, and so do you.

That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of your dumb self, felt so awakening and humiliating that it was enough to make you clench around his thick shaft, stuffed snug and belonging in your sticky hole, your arousal leaking down your damp thighs like honey.

"Hmp- mhh… Hyune, H-Hyunjin…" You could only pathetically whine as your eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging, hot tears refusing to stop pouring down, you push your pelvis back into his despite your trembling legs, rolling your hips dumbly on top of his lap as he held your neck pretty and stiff in a tight headlock.

His big, angry cock pumping in and out of your messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that you could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position he kept you in, you're sure that your body would be trashing at all kind of angles from his rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as you came around his length again and again. Forced to sit there shaking on top of his strong body, pressed hard against the voluminous mass of his chest and convulsing against his torso as your back involuntarily bent into another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over your chin and his forearms until it's reaching your boobs — a mess, just the way he liked you.

Hyunjin's built muscles flexed against your neck again, he could feel every pulse and gag of your throat, you could hear his airy giggle whenever it matched the flutter of your abused walls, rewarding your slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of your breathing, just enough to make you struggle a little bit.

"You love it, don't you, doll? When… hmp- When I hold you like this?" he bits your earlobe and the disaster you had going on in your throat only worsened, choking on your own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Hyunjin left you cock-drunk and whining. His forearm pressed against your pulse one more time, you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words just spurted out of your mouth with no business of making any sense.

"Lo-Love you… I love you, Hyune… mhp, mhhh- Love you, Hyunjin…" You tried sucking in more air, your brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of your loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with your answer, he presses his arm just right to push your head back on his shoulder, hips never slowing down their pace at ruining your creamy warmth as his palm brushes against your puffy clit with every stroke, he kisses your cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully he can love you when you behave.

The way his big body could cover yours with no issue whatsoever was doing wonders to making you dizzy with desire, fluttering in the way he held you as if it wasn't hard at all because for him, it really wasn't.

He could always make you feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at his lap which was completely damp from your juices, his leaking length only filling you deeper, fingers teasing and prodding on that spot in your clit just right to make your head spin, keeping you basically bouncing on his lap from his hard thrusts.

His gasps and groans alongside the sounds wet splashes of skin slapping were reminding you of the most beautiful melody you've ever heard, slamming into your weeping womanhood while you trembled like a weak little thing, walls flexing roughly around his rough ministrations, you were almost there, could feel the relief you needed so badly at the tip of your fingertips, just out of reach.

Your nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of his forearms, holding onto a small hope that he'd be done soon to convince yourself of not turning your head to the right and biting onto the beefy, delicious meat of his bicep. An uselessly broken sound rips from your throat and he catches it at the perfect time, swallowing your whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.

Every time he pressed onto that gummy spot, you felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against his like you were being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and he didn't flinch even once. Used to the way his little toy moves around beneath his power, kissing the side of your face every time you gasped for air, smiled at your cheek every time he could hear every bit of your sweet struggle.

Finally, you came again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down your face with a loud show of just how much you truly loved his brutal demonstrations of love, you can slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave your frail body.

That's when you hear it.

"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Hyunjin's voice in your head — all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.

That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of your dumb self, felt so awakening and humiliating that it was enough to make you clench around his thick shaft, stuffed snug and belonging in your sticky hole, your arousal leaking down your damp thighs like honey.

"Hmp- mhh… Nana, N-Nana…" You could only pathetically whine as your eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging, hot tears refusing to stop pouring down, you push your pelvis back into his despite your trembling legs, rolling your hips dumbly on top of his lap as he held your neck pretty and stiff in a tight headlock.

His big, angry cock pumping in and out of your messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that you could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position he kept you in, you're sure that your body would be trashing at all kind of angles from his rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as you came around his length again and again. Forced to sit there shaking on top of his strong body, pressed hard against the voluminous mass of his chest and convulsing against his torso as your back involuntarily bent into another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over your chin and his forearms until it's reaching your boobs — a mess, just the way he liked you.

Jaemin's built muscles flexed against your neck again, he could feel every pulse and gag of your throat, you could hear his airy giggle whenever it matched the flutter of your abused walls, rewarding your slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of your breathing, just enough to make you struggle a little bit.

"You love it, don't you, doll? When… hmp- When I hold you like this?" he bits your earlobe and the disaster you had going on in your throat only worsened, choking on your own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Jaemin left you cock-drunk and whining. His forearm pressed against your pulse one more time, you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words just spurted out of your mouth with no business of making any sense.

"Lo-Love you… I love you, Jaem… mhp, mhhh- Love you, Jaemin…" You tried sucking in more air, your brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of your loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with your answer, he presses his arm just right to push your head back on his shoulder, hips never slowing down their pace at ruining your creamy warmth as his palm brushes against your puffy clit with every stroke, he kisses your cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully he can love you when you behave.

The way his big body could cover yours with no issue whatsoever was doing wonders to making you dizzy with desire, fluttering in the way he held you as if it wasn't hard at all because for him, it really wasn't.

He could always make you feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at his lap which was completely damp from your juices, his leaking length only filling you deeper, fingers teasing and prodding on that spot in your clit just right to make your head spin, keeping you basically bouncing on his lap from his hard thrusts.

His gasps and groans alongside the sounds wet splashes of skin slapping were reminding you of the most beautiful melody you've ever heard, slamming into your weeping womanhood while you trembled like a weak little thing, walls flexing roughly around his rough ministrations, you were almost there, could feel the relief you needed so badly at the tip of your fingertips, just out of reach.

Your nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of his forearms, holding onto a small hope that he'd be done soon to convince yourself of not turning your head to the right and biting onto the beefy, delicious meat of his bicep. An uselessly broken sound rips from your throat and he catches it at the perfect time, swallowing your whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.

Every time he pressed onto that gummy spot, you felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against his like you were being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and he didn't flinch even once. Used to the way his little toy moves around beneath his power, kissing the side of your face every time you gasped for air, smiled at your cheek every time he could hear every bit of your sweet struggle.

Finally, you came again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down your face with a loud show of just how much you truly loved his brutal demonstrations of love, you can slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave your frail body.

That's when you hear it.

"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Jaemin's voice in your head — all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.

Unfortunately for you, you weren't exactly the brightest.

"Oh, c'mon… you couldn't put me anywhere by the force of those little arms." The words leave your mouth too quickly, before you can match your tone to the situation and your surroundings, Yizhuo and Minjeong provided you with the exact same amount of help: Nothing. They both laughed loudly the second you were done speaking out your curse.

You swallow down the air in your throat, Karina's eyes burning into the side of your face.

It doesn't happen often, Jimin has never been one to take your jokes too seriously.

But as soon as her eyes — filled with nothing but pure annoyance and weariness — meet yours, you feel it; the lump in your throat. It appears whenever Jimin is a little rougher, a small bit more bossy, those rare occurrences where her voice would drop just a tap deeper, come out a note louder... it would bring a stop to your breathing right at the middle, whether her behavior was directed at you or at someone else.

She knows it, too. How weak you are.

How easily you allow her to take the reins and use you until she's had enough of your shaky, misbehaving body, so open under her mean ministrations, attempting to run away from her rough love when the overstimulation was too much even though you knew that's exactly what you wanted and asked for all day long. At those times you'd tell her "You're so mean, Rina..." your barely audible voice could only choke out through the heavy tears falling from your eyes, the kind that made your eyelashes stick together because of the runny mascara down your cheeks — she always loved this look, she calls it 'The dolly eyes'.

And by the way she looked at you just now, you're sure to have a long night.

Karina is a hard worker, an over-doer, if anything.

The kind of woman who doesn't know what to do with her hands when they're of no use to anybody else, most people severely underestimate how control-starved Jimin can get. Desperate to touch and demand, grip and tell directions, sometimes she is so hungry for it that whenever the very taste of the control she craves so badly touches the tip of her tongue, it makes her nauseous.

That mindset of hers applies to your job perfectly, but it also applies during sex — and at this very moment of fragility and wet smacking sounds, you knew it better than anyone else.

"Yeah, I know- oh… you're drooling all over my arms, pretty thing," Karina sweetly reminded in a deep tone and it made your stomach turn to feel the ghost of her smile touch your earlobe.

That small taunt, though it came from a place of pure adoration of your dumb self, felt so cocky and humiliating that it was enough to make you clench around her fingers, stuffed snug and belonging in your sticky hole, your arousal leaking down her palm like honey.

"hmp- mhh… Rina, R-Rina…" You could only pathetically whine as your eyes closed by pure reflection from how hard they were stinging from your hot tears, pushing your pelvis back into her hand despite your trembling thighs, rolling your hips dumbly on top of her lap as she held your neck pretty and stiff in a tight headlock.

Her fingers pumping in and out of your messy warmth at a disgusting pace was all that you could hear, if it wasn't for the vulnerable position she kept you in, you're sure you body would be trashing at all kind of angles from her rapid movements which somehow only felt faster as you came around her digits again and again. Forced to sit there shaking on top of her thighs, open wide and convulsing against her torso as your back involuntarily bent another painful arch from overstimulation, drooling all over your chin and her forearms until it's reaching your boobs — just the way she liked you.

Jimin's warm muscles flexed against your neck again, she could feel every pulse and gag of your throat, you could hear her giggle whenever it matched the flutter of your abused walls, rewarding your slutty tendencies with a tighter hold of your breathing, just enough to make you struggle a little bit.

"You love it, don't you, doll? When- When I have you open like this?" She bit your earlobe and the mess you had going on in your throat only worsened, choking on your own drool, stuck in a incoherent mess as Karina left you stupid and whining. Her forearm pressed against your pulse one more time, you gasped as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and words just spurted out of your mouth with no business of making any sense.

"Lo-Love you… I love you, Jim… mhp, mhhh- Love you, Jimin…" You tried sucking in more air, your brain begging for some sort of oxygen that lasted for more than one or two of your loud moans and never ending whining. Satisfied with your answer, she presses her arm just right to push your head back on her shoulder, fingers never slowing down their pace at ruining your creamy warmth as her palm brushes against your puffy clit with every stroke, she kisses your cheek gently then. A mean reminder of how carefully she can hold you when you behave.

Your difference in size wasn't that big, nothing crazy, but in moments like these she could always make you feel so deliciously small, sat pretty and destroyed at her lap which was completely damp from your juices, her digits filling you only deeper, teasing and prodding on that spot in your clit just right to make your head spin, keeping you basically bouncing on her lap.

Jimin increased the strength of her thrusts, fingers slamming into your weeping womanhood while you trembled like a weak little twig, walls flexing roughly around her ministrations, you were almost there, the relief you needed more than breathing.

Your short nails clawed helplessly at the damp skin of her forearms, holding onto a small hope that she'd be done soon to convince yourself of not turning your head to the right and biting onto the little but strong meat of her bicep, an uselessly broken sound rips from your throat and she catches it at the perfect time, swallowing your whimpers with a messy kiss full of teeth and tongue.

Every time she pressed onto that gummy spot, you felt like crying even harder, body convulsing harshly against her like you were being electrocuted by an entire thunderstorm and she didn't flinch even once. Used to the way her little toy moves around beneath her power, kissing the side of your face every time you gasped for air and she could hear every bit of your sweet struggle.

Finally, you come again, thighs shaking aggressively and quickly betraying the tears streaming down your face with a loud show of just how much you truly loved her brutal demonstrations of love, you can slowly but surely feel all of that ugly, persistent tension leave your frail body.

That's when you hear it.

"Want me to stop, baby? Wanna cum again?" Her voice in your head — all too warm, dripping with the thinnest of sugars.