#xiaoting x reader

Xiaoting is just sitting with her back against the booth, enjoying her beer without much to say. The silence too amusing for her as you let it all spill out.

"Maybe I'm just destined to be alone for life. Yeseo never responded to those text messages I sent after I slept with her. Never heard from her since then. Same thing with Mashiro, "you start, finishing off the rest of your drink.

Another sigh and you sink back, looking right at Xiaoting as she shakes her head a little.

"If it's any consolation, I haven't been laid in like three months," Xiaoting chimes in, wiping a bit of foam from her lips.

"That—does not make me feel any better, no. Also, you're lying. There's no way that's possible. Have you even looked in the mirror lately? No guy in his right mind would skip a chance with you."

"Appreciate that, but I'm not lying. Three months. Also the last person wasn't a guy, I'll have you know." Xiaoting can't help but laugh and lean forward, crossing her arms.

"Right. Forgot you'll sleep with just about anyone, really."

Xiaoting takes a quick swig of her beer, and puts it down with an empty thud, letting out a satisfied little smile. "Hey—I just like having a bit of variety. Sometimes it's nice staring into the eyes of a cute girl while she goes down on you. Sometimes it's nice to have a big, strong man pin you down."

That smirk grows as she shifts, raising an arm to catch the waiter's attention from afar. She knows how flushed you get when talking about all this, especially given her shameless nature. "Anyway, if neither of those girls came back for more, that's the real loss. They have no idea what they're missing."

It's almost dizzying how Xiaoting swaps from shameless to flirtatious, and back again if she needs to be.

"Or maybe they're in their right mind, and maybe I'm the problem. Rejected by three girls in a few weeks isn't exactly the best track record," you say, putting your empty glass down and switching over to the one left from the waiter, something a little less pink, and a little stronger.

"Oh, shut up. We are not doing the whole pity thing. So what if you fucked a model and she never returned a message? Who cares. Next. Find a hotter girl with bigger tits, a bigger ass, I dunno—you'll find another one. It's not the end of the world."

And as much as you want to believe otherwise, Xiaoting is telling the truth, the two or three drinks in your system working against you. There's no doubt in that brilliant, pretty head of hers, as those eyes catch your attention and gaze at you a little too long. "Next girl will make you forget about the previous one, trust me."

"Be hard to find a girl with a bigger ass than Yeseo," you say, breaking away from Xiaoting's captivating stare for the moment, although unable to do it for very long. "Girl was built like a fucking goddess, Ting. Thighs like you wouldn't believe. She could crush a watermelon."

She can't help but giggle a little and stare up. "You're such an idiot. You'll find a girl with the same if not better thighs, who doesn't break your heart and pretend you don't exist after hooking up once."

That's the perspective you really needed, Xiaoting's view on things. Someone not looking through the lens of their own lust. She's right.

"This is why I bring you here. To pull my dumbass back to reality. Would be lost without you," you reply, the slightest of smiles creeping across your lips while the alcohol is definitely getting the better of you.

Xiaoting tries to remain as demure as possible, but can't help but burst into smile at that remark. "Who else will look out for your dumbass if not me? And also buy me drinks. And chicken wings. Those are mandatory, by the way."

"As long as I don't have to eat the spicy ones again," you groan, recalling the time Xiaoting made you suffer through that agony.

"Sure, you big baby. I'll save your weak stomach, you poor thing," she says and rolls her eyes, looking far too pretty under the dim lighting.

The thought crosses your mind then, just for a second, when the look in Xiaoting's eyes lingers for just a few seconds longer than normal, a touch of blush to her face that doesn't go unnoticed. Until that glass finds its way to her lips and takes a sip to ease the tension.

"But anyway, are we going to get shitfaced and try to find someone to take home and fuck? I know I didn't get dolled up to just listen to you mope all night long."

A sound idea. But not exactly appealing as you're not looking to get rejected a fourth time—

"Honestly, Ting. I'm fine with getting shitfaced, but without the hookup part," you say, easing back against the booth cushion and relaxing, enjoying the buzz running through your body.

Eyebrows raised, she's studying your features, puzzled about what she's hearing. "That's a first. But I get it—we'll just drink, order more chicken wings, whatever you want. No stress, no rush, no hookups. Just us two having a good time."

You could use that right now, more than anything.

"Yeah. Thanks, Ting. You're the best."

"Damn right I am. Aren't you lucky to have met me?" Xiaoting can't help but reply, grabbing another wing. Here's to us," she toasts, holding up her beer bottle to your glass to clink against it before downing what remains.

✦ ✦

A little after 1 am is when the two of you stumble out of a taxi and right back into the familiar apartment, both a little unsteady with the weight of the alcohol flowing through.

"Did you really tip him twenty bucks? That's like, two orders of chicken wings," Xiaoting mutters, nearly toppling over trying to take her heels off, giggling immediately after.

"You were so loud and drunk in his cab, he earned those extra bills," you say, helping to steady Xiaoting against your body for balance so she can toss her stilettos free.

"I'm not even that drunk," Xiaoting tries to counter, but quickly laughs it off when her words come out a little too slurred and she almost falls again. "Okay, fine, I'm a little drunk. But whatever. You are too. Took you like three times to open the front door."

You ignore the ridiculous statement, already on your way to the couch to collapse with a heavy flop. As soon as your head hits the cushions, Xiaoting plops herself right on you, still all giggly as that fit body collapses on top of yours, her weight a most welcome addition.

"There's a chair like, ten feet to your left," you mumble, defeated already by the comfort of her body sinking so perfectly against yours. "Who invited you to hog all my space on the couch?"

"It's comfy," she offers as a response, burying her face in your chest and nuzzling close. "Also, you're warm—you make a nice pillow. It would be rude to make me get up and go lay in bed alone."

You're inclined to agree, or maybe the alcohol has something to do with it. But either way, it's a nice end to the night—in some ways, the perfect ending. "Fine, but if you start snoring, you're kicked off."

"I don't snore, thank you very much," Xiaoting replies, a playful pout following. "How dare you insinuate such a thing."

"Uh-huh. Whatever you say, Ting."

Then it's dead quiet as the two of you stay sprawled across the couch, enjoying the silence, the closeness, the warmth of each other right now. An almost sobering moment.

"You know," Xiaoting starts, breaking that fleeting serenity. "It's not so bad just like this. Not on some conquest to get dicked down. Just taking the week off and getting drunk together. Kind of nice."

"God, you really are drunk," you answer back, hand trailing down her shoulder and resting there.

"Hey—shut up. I meant that. You really needed that tonight. I don't want you wallowing around thinking about girls that you're too good for anyway."

"Too good for? You're overestimating my value, Ting."

"Oh fuck off, you are. All these hot girls, the model, that one runner girl, the fucking yoga teacher, oh my god—with the huge tits. They're the dumbasses for passing you up."

"If they're too good for me, who's left in that case?" you ask, rather rhetorically. But there's this pause, this silent contemplation for a few seconds. The way she gazes at you seems a little different, until it settles right back into her usual demeanor.

"Well—" Xiaoting says, still pressed up nice and close. "Me, obviously."

You're half expecting it to come with some sarcastic response, to deflate that genuine response and play it off. But nothing comes, just the look of curiosity, as if she expects your answer. There's nothing that slips out of your lips. Not right away. Because what exactly are you supposed to say in return to that?

"I really am too fucking drunk," she mumbles, almost embarrassed when she lifts her body a little and gets off you, wobbling over to the kitchen. "Well, better get some water in me and some painkillers if we don't want hangovers tomorrow. Time for bed."

And before you can think of anything to say, she's halfway across the room, looking back over her shoulder. "Really though—thanks for a great night. I had fun."

Nothing else. You're not even entirely sure you heard her correctly. Then again, you've probably just had a little too much to drink, and exhaustion is setting in, with Xiaoting off to wash her face and get ready for bed.

So you'll do the same, heeding her advice and downing a glass of water yourself with some painkillers before brushing your teeth, and hopping into that comfy bed of yours. Alone, while Xiaoting is surely doing the same on the other side of the apartment. It's the first first thing you linger on when you gaze up at the ceiling, in need of a good night's rest.

✦ ✦

No matter how comfortable your bed may be, how warm the sheets might feel, morning can never be avoided, whether you want it or not. It comes faster than expected, and always feels far too early for your tastes. A bit of sunlight sneaking through the window curtains a most uninvited alarm.

The blankets feel like a ton of bricks, still needing far more time to recover from last night's antics. No combination of sleep and aspirin can dull that awful pounding headache. But eventually, you get up with a loud sigh and the heavy duvet tossed aside, with your feet touching the carpet as the blur eventually fades.

You struggle with every step you take, following the smell of fresh, brewed coffee, hoping you're not imagining things. The kitchen light on in the distance that only fuels your hopes.

When you saunter on in, Xiaoting is right there, with hair a mess and only a large, oversized black tee, just standing near the coffee pot as she waits for it to brew.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Xiaoting manages, no makeup or attempt to be even the slightest bit presentable, her feet bare and her legs just an endless sight. "How's your head treating you?"

"Terrible," you answer, a raspy sort of reply. "Remind me never to go drinking with you again, Ting."

She laughs a little at that, pouring some freshly made coffee into a cup and sliding it your way as you muster enough energy to take a seat. "How many times have I heard you say that by now, and you never learn. Here, some coffee might help."

It helps more than anything ever could, and you sigh a bit from the first sip that just warms everything. The morning feels a little more like morning, despite it being far past that, early afternoon at least.

"Why are you so much more functional in the morning than I am? Making coffee and everything. You're not hungover?"

Xiaoting looks your way and shakes her head, amused at the state she's seeing you in. "Dunno. Got a good night's sleep. Plenty of water before going to bed. Feeling pretty okay so far."

"Lucky you. I feel like death. Debating sleeping for the entire day."

"Poor baby," Xiaoting responds, coming closer and ruffling up your hair a bit. "You got up to get coffee, that's a start. And to see me. Even better."

"You must still be drunk."

"Rude," she grumbles, shooting you a little look of fake disappointment. "Not everyone gets to wake up and look at such a gorgeous face. The fact you get the luxury and just complain is heartbreaking."

You sigh and roll your eyes, sipping some more of your coffee. "Please, Ting."

"What? It's true," she answers, not quite as convincing this time. "Anyway, you want pancakes? Waffles? French toast? Your call."

The fact she's even considering cooking in her current state seems absurd. "All of those seem a little heavy. Maybe just eggs, something simple. If you don't mind."

"Gotcha—scrambled eggs coming right up," she smiles, moving towards the fridge to get started. "Then maybe a nap after if you don't feel any better."

"Yeah, definitely gonna need one. Maybe sleep until the next week."

There's not much you can offer other than sitting there, watching a rather energetic Xiaoting prepare food, trying not to stare too much, feeling more coherent after some caffeine. But those legs—you're not even the littlest bit ashamed how those creamy, long legs catch your attention and can't really let you stop looking.

And you swear she bends over a little deeper than necessary each time. To get the egg carton, some milk, reaching up to get a pan from the cabinet above, almost unbearable how that oversized shirt rides up a little each time. You snap out of it, averting your gaze as to stop intruding on her body, despite her all too welcoming curves, roommate or otherwise.

"Want anything else? Anything special on your eggs today, besides a dash of love?"

It would sound corny if anyone else said those words, but from Xiaoting's lips, those words carry some weight to them. "Just plain eggs would be fine. Thanks."

"Toast?" she asks next as she sets up a small frying pan. "There's bagels here. Or even English muffins. Plain, sourdough, cinnamon sugar, oh and blueberry—"

As much as those choices are tempting on any other occasion, you're not sure you can handle so much carb. "Don't really think my stomach can handle bread so early. Really, eggs are all I need."

A quick nod, a few minutes later, and a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs gets placed down, just waiting to be devoured, along with a fork and a bottle of ketchup.

"Thanks, Ting. What would I do without you? Really, I appreciate this so much," you say, grabbing the ketchup bottle and squeezing a little before diving right in.

"Perish, probably," she teases, taking a seat to keep you company with a toasted bagel slathered in cream cheese for her to enjoy. That infectious laugh of Xiaoting does a lot for this morning, almost enough to forget the headache you woke up with.

"God, you're so cute when you're all hungover and pathetic like this."

Not really the compliment you were expecting, but it'll do. And in the end, having someone like Xiaoting there, smiling and laughing at your suffering, that's really the best hangover cure you could ask for. Also the eggs. Definitely the eggs.

✦ ✦

"We should get more beer at some point. We're all out," Xiaoting says as sits down next to you on the couch and flips a movie on, sitting close. "What's pizza without beer to go with?"

"Need something strong to go with this terrible movie, that's for sure," you answer, glancing her way as you grab another slice.

"Don't be ridiculous, it's a classic. This movie is a treasure. They'll be showing it in museums as art one day," Xiaoting claims, smiling big as she steals a bit of a pepperoni slice from your own, chewing it with delight.

"Uh-huh. We talking about the same movie, Ting?"

"Don't get it twisted, it's not just any ordinary horror film," she says as she scoots herself a bit closer, legs tucked underneath her. "They don't make them like this anymore."

"Thank god. I've seen better acting in porn. There's no way you actually think this movie is any good."

"How dare you," Xiaoting chuckles, finishing her slice and setting her plate down on the coffee table. "Also, thanks to admitting you watch porn. Duly noted, pervert."

You're left without words in that regard, shaking your head instead. "I'm not admitting anything. And don't act like you don't live on those sites. I bet your browsing history is wild, Ting."

The smile on her lips is far too obvious when the accusation hits, no denial whatsoever, and a shameless laugh. "Feel free to head right into my room and check my laptop. I think you'd be interested in what's there. Maybe you'd learn a thing or two."

Xiaoting is never one to be defeated or one-upped, always with the double down. Even if it comes at her own expense.

"I'll pass, thanks."

"Afraid you'll see something we're both into? Or maybe a bit too curious to know what your roommate gets off to when you're not around?"

That catches you off guard a little more than expected, with no comeback in sight.

"Contrary to your beliefs, I don't care what you get off to. Can't imagine what perverted filth is on your phone these days. How many camgirls you've got on a subscription."

There's a silence in the air then, Xiaoting moving against you a little and staring right back. "I don't pay for them. Not unless the show is really worth it. Also didn't you just sleep with one?"

"She wasn't a camgirl, she was an erotic model. Big difference."

Xiaoting can't contain herself, bursting into laughter. "Whatever. Close enough, right? You got to see her ass in person."

"Don't remind me how bad that ended up. I'm trying to forget."

She doesn't push on that one, instead turning her attention back to the television, sitting a little closer with that same smile lingering.

"Sorry," she mutters, giving your thigh a squeeze, hand resting right on top.

"Nothing to be sorry for. Except for how atrocious this movie is. Why are we still watching this, again?"

"I told you why!" Xiaoting says, holding a finger up. "It's art."

"Ting—"

"Listen, shut up. We're watching this. No more talking, just enjoy."

So that's what you do, silent once again, with no protest to be found. Nothing but the sounds of screams and shrieks and awful acting playing from the television while Xiaoting just inches herself a little bit closer by the moment.

"See, isn't this better?" she asks, glancing at you briefly.

"Better than what? A root canal without anesthesia? Yes."

The frustration on Xiaoting's face is obvious as she rolls her eyes, sinking back and scooting even nearer. "No. Better than chasing some stupid girls that don't appreciate you. Girls that will never see how great you are. Which means I get you to myself."

"Starting to think you care more about them rejecting me than me," you point out, starting on your third slice of pizza as you glance her way.

"Oh my god—don't be so dramatic. I just want you to get laid once in awhile," Xiaoting protests, scooting back to her original spot and sighing.

"I appreciate the effort, Ting. But I don't need to think about it right now. Honestly."

"I have to look out for you," she says with that stern look. "But maybe you've just been looking in the wrong places. With the wrong girls."

It's not as subtle this time around, when Xiaoting looks away, running a hand through her messy hair.

"Wrong places?" you ask, tearing your focus away from the horrific film playing and onto her, seeing that look in those eyes change ever so slightly. "Where should I be looking, then?"

There's this lingering tension in the air, this striking pause when you wait for her to speak up again. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the the couch is a good place to start. Like someone sitting right next to you, maybe."

You look around, trying to find any stray beer bottles that you must have missed. But they're nowhere to be found. "Shit, I'm still drunk aren't I? Because I swear I—"

"Or for fuck's sake, it's me. Me, you dumbass," Xiaoting says, leaning over, and before you can even process anything, her lips press right against yours without any chance for a response to time to spill out. It's brief, sweet, and a hell of a way to snap you awake.

"Now will you shut up and let me do it again?"

Like hell you're going to say no. And the second time, Xiaoting pulls you even deeper in, until your lips clash together, tasting her again, lips so soft, warm, welcoming—everything you've been missing.

The surprise is evident across your features, frozen as Xiaoting looks at you with those eyes, feeling rather sheepish. She looks like she can't really believe what she did just did, the movie on the television continuing to play in the background as you take it all in.

"Say something," Xiaoting pleads, hand softly placed against your cheeks. "Please. Anything."

And you don't, not when those eyes have been looking right at you all along, staring at her features while you pick up up exactly where you left off, diving into those lips that steal your breath all over again. "Ting—"

"What?"

"Please tell me I'm not imagining this. That I'm not still shitfaced from last night, and that this is real."

Xiaoting hesitates for a moment, drinking in that moment of silence before sliding over to straddle your lap, to cup your face in the most delicate manner, staring intently.

"It's very real. Promise."

It's all the convincing you really need before your hands are wandering, finding their way all across the curve of Xiaoting's hips and lower back, clinging tight. And from there, her tongue slides deep between your lips, giving you so much more of answer.

Her lips are softer, sweeter than you ever expected, her body so tight and warm and pressed so close, your hands traveling all over the curves of her petite frame. "We're really doing this, Ting?"

You watch her respond with a nod, a chuckle following as her forehead comes to meet yours.

"You mean fucking?" she blurts out without an ounce of embarrassment, so direct that it doesn't feel out of character. "If that's what you want. I promise I'm a lot more fun than just a random girl."

You just go silent then, running fingers through her silky hair as the thoughts swim around. "Bit of a leap from kissing to—that, isn't it?"

"What can I say," she continues, lifting her head. "I have a bad habit of jumping right in."

There's some sort of meaning behind that statement, behind the tone in her voice when she says the words, leaning forward and pushing you back onto the couch. "Also that I'm fucking horny and it's been three months, and I have been thinking about fucking you since the moment you told me about that hot little redhead."

Your head is spinning with everything that's happened in the last few minutes. Not even a chance to take a breath. "You've been thinking about this that long?"

A blush taints Xiaoting's face, clearly getting a kick out of how it all spills free, her bold, blunt nature exposed. "Of course I do. Your mind is always in the gutter, so don't even pretend like you've never jerked off thinking about me."

You can't help but smile at that. "Not every day."

"Such a lying bastard," Xiaoting giggles, leaning into to kiss the side of your mouth. "Come on, admit it. We both want this, and there's no reason not to."

She's not wrong. Not by a longshot, especially not when you let those lips linger again, tangling yourselves together. "Alright, fine. But not here. At least somewhere away from this fucking movie," you say, lifting her up effortlessly and carrying her away.

"Upstairs, obviously," Xiaoting tells you, arms wrapped so tightly around. "Your room. So we don't have to change the sheets on my bed."

With nothing else to add, your lips just capture hers once more, and you can't ignore the way her frame clings to yours, body so light in your grasp. Her skin feels so soft as you trail fingers along the curve of her back, so warm as you enter your bedroom and fall atop her onto the mattress.

"What are you going to do to me? What have you been fantasizing about when you think of me?" Xiaoting falls back to the pillows and looks up at you, smiling ear to ear.

"Dunno yet. Might just kiss you the entire night. We'll see," you respond, diving right back into Xiaoting's neck and enjoying little moans she makes in the process.

It all feels surreal— the two of you there in your bed, your arms wrapped tightly around her body as your lips latch to that sensitive skin, finding the right spots as she whimpers, those delicate noises leaving her pretty lips.

"At least get me naked if you're planning on doing this for the whole night," Xiaoting says as the fabric of her shirt rides up when she shifts to expose more of that creamy flesh. It doesn't even require a single thought, as you mark up that toned abdomen with kisses that trail a path up her body.

"My pleasure."

You lift her shirt up, her tits all too noticeable through the thin black fabric of her bra as it comes off in one fluid motion. Skin so flawless while you continue those kisses all over that milky skin of hers, running your hands all along her fit frame.

"We have all the time in the world," you assure her, fingers going underneath the fabric of that bra and unfastening it with a snap. It's not so far-fetched either, being able to spend hours worshipping her beautiful body—just like you've even done so countless times before in that imagination of yours.

But here she is, lying right beneath you, arms lifting above her head as you pull her bra off and toss it aside. Those perky tits exposed for the first time look even better than you thought, nipples so pretty and craving your touch. Which you don't hold back on, your lips quickly latching to her nipple, making her back arch a little and groaning.

"So much for kissing me all night," Xiaoting moans while your lips surround her hard bud, teasing it with a swirl of your tongue.

"Would you prefer I stop? Go back to watching that awful movie?"

"Fuck no—I've wanted this forever, just shut up and keep going," Xiaoting says as that laugh quickly dissolves into a whine the moment your lips catch her nipple again, fingers going into your hair as the desperation shows. "As if I'd want you to stop when you're already getting my nipples so hard."

There's just something incredibly arousing about pulling off with a loud pop, and seeing your saliva glisten off it while she stares up. You give the same treatment to the other one, your lips surrounding her bud and flicking the tip of that nipple with your tongue, enjoying how the noises coming from her mouth increase by the second.

"Shit—your mouth feels so good on my tits," Xiaoting groans out as you suck hard, lips sealed around each sensitive nipple, alternating between the left and the right while she writhes underneath you.

There are these slight bites, those teasing nips that catch Xiaoting completely off-guard while you just hold her down by the hips, her back arching hard. And when she can't take the teasing anymore, pushing your head down further, to drag your tongue down her stomach as the path descends down, you know exactly where you're headed.

"If your nipples are this sensitive—" you say, unbuttoning the front of her skirt while your tongue still swipes across her lower abdomen. "Can't wait to see how the rest of you is."

You stop your exploration and just glance up at your roommate, and how she stares back at you. No bra. Shirtless, and a skirt half undone. A stark contrast to downstairs before.

"What? Why did you stop? Come on."

"Don't be so impatient. Can't I just look at how pretty you are first, Ting?" Xiaoting blushes, her eyes diverting in such a moment of hesitation.

"You can do both," she suggests, rolling her hips so you'll get the hint and continue undressing her. And how can you say no when she looks up with that piercing gaze, until soon enough, the only thing left is those sheer black panties she wears as you pull off her skirt.

Your eyes scan the deadly curves of her body, just studying that physique—how good she looks in nothing but a pair of panties, the rest bare for you. So lost in every bare inch that Xiaoting almost does the deed herself before her patience starts wearing a bit thin.

"Pull them off already, don't stare. I know I'm not the first girl you've seen naked."

You don't do it just yet, fingers tracing over the fabric of her panties, running over the thin material as it seems to leave nothing to the imagination. "No, but you might be the first girl to look this good naked."

Xiaoting doesn't shy away like before, spreading her legs open wide and leaning up as she looks down. "You already have me in your bed. No need to keep sweet talking me."

"Can't help myself, Ting. You're just too gorgeous."

Xiaoting shoots a quick smile at that, and that's when you can't resist, peeling off those panties so her bare pussy is on full display. Pretty and smooth shaven, and whatever word you can use to describe, already glistening with arousal, unable to tear your attention away. That's when you really stare.

"See something you like?" Xiaoting asks, spreading her legs even wider as an invite.

"I really, really do."

That pretty slit seems to glisten just a little more at the comment. "Then don't just stare. And take off your own clothes too. Would be rude to be the only one."

It takes but a few moments to get down to your underwear, from there everything tossed aside and scattered across the room with no regards. Now there's no clothes to hide behind, her eyes can freely wander and take in your body in the same manner as you return the favor.

You get right down to the important task, and dive between the apex of her thighs, kissing all around, feeling the heat from her pretty cunt. The anticipation grows by the second, before that first tentative lick with your tongue, slowly swiping over her dripping slit.

"Fucking—god," Xiaoting lets out, as you taste just how aroused she is from that one lick, swirling the tip of your tongue along her wet folds while she stares and grips the bedsheets tightly. The way she tastes so sweet makes it impossible to stop, taking more greedy licks at that delicious center.

And when your lips close around her throbbing clit and suck, the noises that leaves her mouth is pure bliss, enough to seek out more of that sweet flavor.

"G-god, who knew my roommate could eat pussy like this?" Xiaoting groans, thighs trembling when they clamp against your head.

"And who knew my roommate had such a delicious pussy," you tease, tongue swiping down to part those pink, slick folds, gathering the nectar up without pause. "You taste so fucking good, Ting. So goddamn good."

As the strokes of your tongue go deeper, Xiaoting is already whimpering, with one hand balled into a tight fist around the sheets, the other clamped on the back of your head while your tongue traces slow circles around her needy clit.

"Fucking god, you're too good at this," Xiaoting mutters with her hips bucking against you. "If they won't come back when you're this good with your mouth, then they're all fucking idiots."

The praise and encouragement goes right to your head, so you move in and spread her wet slit apart with the tip of your tongue, gathering up more taste of her all over your lips, dripping down your chin.

"Glad you think so, Ting. Such a pretty fucking pussy deserves to be devoured like this," you say, watching her face contort up in and pleasure, those creamy thighs trembling around you, keeping your face tight against her dripping cunt.

"God, yes, eat my fucking pussy. Make me cum all over your cute face," is her only reply, biting down on that lower lip of hers. "It's been so long, and I already feel so close from your fucking tongue."

"Don't worry, I'm doing this every single day now. Eat you out just like this when I get home from work. In the morning when you wake up, and when you go to bed. Everywhere else, really."

That gets Xiaoting really going, grabbing the back of your head with both hands now, so her aroma lingers right where you want it to. "Don't promise things you can't keep. Just make me cum with your tongue so you can fuck me."

There's only so much she can handle with your head buried between her creamy thighs, that clit so engorged when you seal your lips around it once more.

"Oh my god," Xiaoting says in a desperate voice, her toes curling at the slurps that make her melt. Your tongue gets so coated while it travels through her folds, flicking at her clit, slurping on it harshly for a few beats, toying with it between your lips.

"Th-that's it, right there, please, don't stop, don't—"

It only takes one more long suck before Xiaoting is shaking, tugging at your hair and thighs threatening to suffocate you as they squeeze tight. She convulses in your sheets, lips parted so all the sinful sounds can escape, so all you can do is breathe her in when your mouth fills with her sweet nectar.

Xiaoting holds you there, trembling with each little slurp, just coaxing everything she has out onto your tongue. And you just down every single drop, sucking hard, those slick juices never stopping.

"Jesus, fuck—" Xiaoting cries out, her fingers entangling themselves in your hair, breathing hard after, thighs still so shaky. "Your mouth is fucking crazy."

"Only crazy for that delicious pussy of yours, Ting."

She's groaning for a completely different reason now. But the eyeroll you get doesn't matter when the taste of her cunt lingers in your mouth. When the sweat on her thighs is so close to your lips, still panting, when her thighs shake so violently.

"Now you know what three months without a real orgasm tastes like," Xiaoting breathes out, finally letting your head go as you manage to escape and catch a breath of fresh air.

"Tastes pretty fucking good then."

"Come here," she orders without hesitation, and you obey, crawling up her body until she welcomes you with a taste of her kiss. Xiaoting grabs tight at your body and pulls you back on top of her, never breaking eye contact while her taste on your tongue spreads. "Tell me you're going to put that dick of yours inside of me, or I swear—"

"Dunno. Might tease you more," you say, a grin forming that she wipes off fast by squeezing your cock through the fabric of your underwear.

"God, you feel so thick and hard," she coos, wrapping her fingers around what she can. "Please tell me I'm not making this all up in my head. That my hot roommate is packing something like that."

"Only one way for you to find out," you respond, a playful glint in the eyes of your roommate, a smile that follows while Xiaoting scurries over to slide down your boxers.

"Holy—shit," she utters with that grin of hers, finding herself quite taken away as soon as the fabric comes down far enough to see every detail. The shape of your shaft, the weighty thickness to it, the length when it drops down. "That is fucking ridiculous. Please tell me I can put this thing inside me."

"Kind of need to at this point. Got all worked up just eating you out, no backing down now."

There are no second thoughts after Xiaoting begins stroking your cock, feeling every bit of you, thumb going over the swollen tip as precum seeps out. She seems so drawn to your shaft, her eyes fixated on what's between your legs, the stiffness only increasing in the process.

"God, please—gotta feel that thing. Fuck, your dick is just...fuck," she mumbles, pulling away to give herself plenty of room to have her fun. Her naked body right under you, spreading those thighs nice and wide. It's such a beautiful sight.

"No going back. Gonna have you for myself now," Xiaoting says, keeping a hand wrapped around your cock while you move into position.

Your swollen cockhead teases at her slit, smearing all those juices over while you ready yourself, watching the reaction in her eyes. There's nothing you want more, to see what she's really got in store for you—to be inside of Xiaoting, finally after these months of wondering.

And with one push, you feel that hot, dripping wetness of her tight cunt swallow the tip of your shaft, sinking in deeper to feel that slippery flesh surround.

"Oh my fucking god, that thing is going to ruin me," Xiaoting cries out, gasping the moment those walls clench hard. "Shit. Now why haven't we been doing this a long time ago?"

"Good fucking question," you answer her back while slipping inside even deeper, getting a good look at how your cock disappears so beautifully.

"Could have had this nice, thick dick buried deep inside me, instead of my fingers for so long. Instead of all the one night stands we could have saved each other from."

That's all forgotten now, when you slide out, to take a glance at the shiny mess of her juices that coat your shaft, then shove much deeper, earning the prettiest little sound you've heard from her lips so far.

"There we go. No need to ease it all in—just fucking put it in, all at once, right to the fucking—oh shit," Xiaoting moans, legs quickly spreading more and sinking even further against the softness of the mattress.

All at once, every inch plunges, slides right up into that tight, dripping pussy and stretches her all out. Xiaoting throws her head back, getting two fistfuls of the sheets and staring at the ceiling while her eyes almost roll back. "I can't—fucking shit, your dick is so good. So big, just stay there, don't move yet."

There's hardly a need to do such a thing, your eyes focused on the sight of your shaft deep inside, how goddamn wet and warm she feels, squeezing around you tight to hold you buried in place. The way she looks up, completely overwhelmed yet loving the sensation so much, the stretch, the way you fill her.

"Alright—go," she lets out, taking a couple breaths to catch up, processing and adjusting herself. "Pull out and shove it right back in—want you to fuck me good. Really give it to me. Three fucking months since the last time anyone made me cum."

"Three fucking months," you repeat, getting a good grip on her small, little waist and slowly easing out, until your hips are in motion, pulling your cock almost all the way, only to let her have every inch again.

Xiaoting takes each set of thrusts, legs spread, pussy already gripping hard and demanding you to stay buried. It's slow at first, getting to know what she likes, and what she can take, savoring how tight she is with every second that passes.

"That's it, oh fuck," Xiaoting sighs, lips parted, looking up at you and burning the image of how you're spreading her with that thick cock into her memory. "Just keep fucking me—go as hard as you want. I can take it. I swear."

There's no doubt, seeing how your entire cock sinks inside her glistening cunt, seeing the wetness spill out whenever you withdraw, how those greedy lips grip so tight with every thrust. So you follow, hips snapping forward while you piston into her wet heat, losing yourself in the moment, in the bliss, in the warm, heavenly sensations of how her pussy feels.

"H-hey," she stutters, trying to compose herself so she can shift her body a little. "You've gone speechless on me now. Something wrong, or are you just enjoying yourself?"

"Sorry—hard not to when this is happening," you reply, leaning forward while still moving your hips and plowing deeper. "You feel so incredible, Ting. I've been missing out on so much. This amazing body, this gorgeous fucking pussy. All these curves, god."

There's a blush that covers her face in an instant, cheeks pink and so flustered while her eyes widen. "Don't worry about it now—just keep fucking me. Keep that cock deep inside me, just where it belongs."

You have no reason to do otherwise, pulling back enough and then slamming forward to watch her take it all again, her petite frame jolting while the headboard knocks into the wall. Xiaoting smiles wide, sitting a little more up as she stares right at you, eyes locked, feeling all of it, as deep as possible with the sheets balled into her fists.

"Just like that," she gasps as the sweat begins to form on her skin. "Fuck me harder, if you want—don't have to hold anything back."

And that's when you do exactly that, grab her thighs and dig fingertips into flesh as the snap of your hips echo through the room. Xiaoting looks at the sight of you hammering your thick cock right between those soaked, pink lips, falling apart so easily.

"Better than everyone you've fucked so far, right? Better than that runner girl and that stupid model?" Xiaoting pants, struggling to catch her breath with each word coming out.

"So much fucking better," you let out, groaning as that wet cunt grips so much tighter the harder you go, picking up pace and seeing those tits of hers bouncing with each plunge of your hard cock. "Don't give a fuck about anyone else now that I'm inside you."

Her smile is just too much, looking right at you with this smug satisfaction. "At least you're starting to realize. My pussy is a lot more satisfying," she brags, eyes darting down and watching your cock impale her on repeat.

"No objections here, Ting. You're perfect," you grunt, feeling the wet heat of her pussy intensify as that need begins to rise. Those little noises she makes are the perfect encouragement, her juices flooding out with every movement, keeping that wetness coating you entirely.

"You're the one who feels perfect. God, you feel so fucking—"

That's what interrupts Xiaoting in the best way possible, because the force of each snap forward just is too much for her to finish that sentence. Instead, she gives in, mouth agape as her fingers clutch so hard onto the sheets below, before everything falls apart.

"O-oh my—god, yes," Xiaoting gasps as you give her what she wants, what she's needed all these months without relief. And the way she whimpers, toes curling in an instant, the grip on your cock just unbelievable the second she tenses into climax, legs trembling, entire body shuddering underneath, makes it easy for her to bring you closer to the edge with her.

The look on Xiaoting's face when her pussy squeezes so tight around you, unable to contain herself, a desperate look of utter bliss, with no choice but to fall apart completely, leaves your cock so stiff, wanting that same satisfaction.

You don't relent for a single second, fucking that orgasmic bliss all the way through for her, bringing Xiaoting over the peak right away again as soon as that last pulse of pleasure dissipates.

"Holy f-fuck," she lets out, voice ragged, nothing more than a shaky, whimpering mess right. "I'm—going to cum again, oh my god, don't you dare slow down."

The pace doesn't slow, nor does your own need decrease, just determined to give her that, for that flood of her arousal to continue without an end in sight.

Your hard cock slams even deeper, a perfect opportunity to feel Xiaoting convulse beneath you, the entirety of her body quivering. And after three months with nothing, one can only imagine the force of that blissful orgasm to leave her shaken, a soaking, breathless mess left on the bed, glistening with sweat when it hits.

She gets so tight with when that climax arrives, back arched high, slippery and warm and gushing over your cock while you just fuck her through it.

Xiaoting's never looked more beautiful, and those moans eventually fade, trailing off into nothingness and pants of exhaustion. The rest just words and curses and nothing more. Your own need seems even stronger, pumping all your strength and energy into that tight cunt of hers, chasing what you've been wanting ever since the kiss you shared on the couch.

And that's when you have to give in, the clench of her slick walls squeezing so tight as her entire frame melts and writhes.

So much so that you have to pull out, powerless to fight that urge, the throbs of your cock too much to handle. Xiaoting gasps the second you blast it all out across her flat, toned stomach in a splatter of white, one thick shot right over her belly button, each one that stains her beautiful creamy skin more intense than the last, leaving a glazed mess all across her fit frame.

The feeling of relief is undeniable as you stroke it all out over her, decorating her body in your hot cum with not a second thought. There's hardly a protest on Xiaoting's part either, watching it all unload all over her body, a devilish grin creeping at her lips.

"Jesus, you really covered me. All that pent-up frustration put to good use, isn't it?" she sighs and laughs a little, her eyes focused as the tip of your still twitching cock spills the last remnants of your load. "Bet that felt real good. Jerking off all over my naked body instead of into a tissue. Nothing beats the real thing, huh?"

You couldn't be more happy to see the results, those abs covered in a glistening mess of your cum, using her body like a canvas to unleash every bit you have. "I'd say so. Felt fucking amazing."

"Good," Xiaoting murmurs, her gaze lingering on the pearly white streaks all over her sweaty body. "Shame it's not inside me, though. That's always better."

It's impossible to not hesitate upon hearing that, watching your own load cling to her curves like that, and how Xiaoting leans forward to scoop some of the strands onto her finger and right up into her mouth.

"Didn't exactly have time to think about it, Ting. Had to cum somewhere. Wasn't sure you'd be okay with me doing it inside."

She can't get enough, cleaning off her finger before repeating the process, enjoying how your eyes follow her every move.

"Delicious," Xiaoting replies without any delay. "And now you know where your next load is going, so you don't have to hesitate next time."

You have to take a moment to catch your breath at that, having to digest such a concept. "Next time?"

"Yes, next time. You didn't think this was a one time deal, did you? You're stuck with me now," Xiaoting announces. "Cock this big—I'll get on my knees and beg if I need to. Especially when it's this good."

"Jesus, Ting," you laugh a bit, still in awe of what just happened. "No need. I'm pretty sure I should be the one begging at this point. Your pussy felt too good the second I slid in—"

Xiaoting cuts you off, pulling you on top, no hesitation the second that mouth latches to yours while her arms wrap tightly around you. "Just kiss me more and we'll worry about the semantics of this later. I think we might be meant for each other. No more one night stands. No more horrible dates. This is so much better for you. And me."

There's not much room for arguments in the situation, or any complaints for that matter, and the sweet taste of her tongue has you sold anyway. Her warm, naked body wrapped around your own leaves no question at all.

"You owe me new sheets," is all you're able to blurt out as the two of you fall right onto the pillows.

"Oh my god, you are not serious," Xiaoting laughs, placing a hand against your chest. "You're the one who made me cum so hard. Half of that mess is your fault. That was the most insane fucking orgasm I've ever had. In my life."

"Guess we better buy them in bulk, then. Because there's a lot more where that came from."

Xiaoting blushes yet again, the same way that she always does when she gets the most embarrassed and flustered. "Guess we better hire a maid service before you start fucking me all over the apartment too, pervert."

The look on her face tells it all. A hint of amusement, a hint of the reality to the statement. And you just stay there, marveling at her pretty face, and the exhaustion, the aching for more despite all that.

"Pervert? Didn't you just say you would beg for my cock?"

"No, that doesn't sound like me," she teases, with one last squeeze to the base of your shaft before letting go. "But just wait until i wrap my lips around this thing. You'll be the one begging by then."

You don't doubt that, not for a single second. And that's something to look forward to, this scenario repeated many times in the weeks to come.

✦ ✦

Nobody can deliver a promise better than Xiaoting does.

On her knees, in front of the couch with your pants and underwear down to your ankles, your cock disappears down her throat as if it's all that she lives for. No gags, no struggle, she does it with practiced perfection, bobbing her head, all wet and sloppy with the most sinful slurps with her nose pressed flushed against your abdomen. If that wasn't enough to test your sanity, the way those sultry eyes stare up and trap you as her soft lips seal tight around your length surely does.

The warmth of her throat, the way her tongue rolls against your shaft—her hunger can't be beaten, nor can the trail of spit that follows every motion.

"Told you," she starts to say, spitting onto your cock and stroking with a heavy sigh as she pulls back and lets her tongue swirl along the head. "Nobody gives better head than me. One of the benefits of being my roommate. Your dick belongs in my mouth."

Just like that, your cock slides in again, filling her throat until you can't even think straight. All the heat around you, the feeling of that tongue working, the loud sucking that follows—everything feels too good. And the look in her eyes drives you further when those pretty lips sink, almost in slow motion, down to your base before pulling off and doing it all over again.

"Oh god, fuck, Ting," you moan, unable to take your eyes off her as she watches you from below. "Can't believe I've been living with someone so good at this."

She pulls off with a messy pop, spit stringing from her plump lips that connects to your sensitive cockhead. "Aren't you glad then? Now I can suck you off whenever I want. Anytime we have free time..."

Xiaoting goes back to devouring your cock, her slurps louder than ever, lips drooling with every bob. Every inch that disappears down her throat feels so perfect, just her working her magic, slobbering all over your dick, getting you more and more desperate. She keeps stroking when her mouth isn't on your length, those gorgeous eyes never looking away even for a second while she lets that saliva drip and coat everything it can.

"Look at you," she praises. "It feels so good, doesn't it? My lips wrapped around your pretty cock, your balls ready to pump my belly full."

No words. None that you could manage. Xiaoting does this again—just swallows your dick down, humming on your length, breathing from her nose the whole time it plunges down her throat. All while you struggle to maintain control, not wanting to bust your load down her throat too soon. Her hands squeezing your thighs already making that difficult.

You really can't think, though—the pleasure has taken over, and her mouth feels too amazing. "My throat loves your cock," she says, sinking deep and slobbering around your thick length when she goes for another stroke down to the base. "Loves tasting you, feeling your cock throbbing between my lips. It's so big. Fills my throat all the way up."

She knows you're losing it. The entire length inside her mouth covered in her spit, soaked to the hilt. And it gets worse—or better, if that's possible, when her tongue flattens, running slowly from your balls up the underside of your cockhead to tease and flick there. The combination drives you insane, and it shows. Especially the way she laughs when she pulls off.

"Can't imagine you'll last much longer like this, not with how much you're throbbing. Sounds like you want to dump all that thick, sticky cum right down the back of my throat. How does that sound?"

You groan in desperation. The urge builds too quickly, even more so now that her lips kiss all over, wet and sloppy around every sensitive spot that makes you ache for release.

"Are you ready for me to drain those heavy, cum-filled balls? I want to swallow it all, right from the source." Like that, she has you down her throat again, stuffed right where it should be. It gets overwhelming quickly, with how warm and wet and fucking messy everything is—the slobbering from her mouth and how hard her lips suck.

"God, Ting—your mouth feels so good. Gonna fucking cum if you keep that up, jesus."

She purses those lips, humming with approval, and with her eyes still staring, it feels like you've lost every semblance of control. Everything hits you too fast. The arousal, the tightness in your balls, the way she watches you fall apart when her tongue runs over the slit of your cockhead before taking the length again, all the way down and not pulling off.

Grab the back of her head and force her down—that's all you can do. Barely hold yourself together as her throat finishes you off, feeling it right where you need it, her nose squishing flat into your stomach as you erupt. Down her throat, into her stomach, eyes widening when spurts of thick, hot cum fires from the tip of your throbbing cock into her mouth.

With her gaze locked with your whole length buried inside her mouth, you keep a tight grip as the spurts don't stop—cum pumping down her throat, violent throbs while that wet heat empties your ballls.

There's nothing but satisfaction on her face as she keeps watching, and it only makes you throb even harder with every hot spurt that she swallows down, gulping it all without spilling a drop. You hold her there even after it's all done, savoring the high, the throbs that never cease with her eyes locked to catch every move you make.

When your grip eases off and her lips slide off slowly, tongue lavishing against the underside one last time, her mouth opens up with her tongue sticking out, showing you just how empty she's managed to leave your balls.

"God, that's delicious," Xiaoting says, licking her lips and cleaning your length off with her tongue.

Your chest heaves, struggling to come down from all the pleasure. Xiaoting strokes even after your orgasm ends, trying to wring every bit she can from you, kissing at the underside to make you groan with sensitivity.

"S-so good, fucking hell, Ting."

Her tongue slithers beneath, teasing your overstimulated cock with swirls while she strokes slowly. "With how good you were with your mouth on my pussy last night, I guess we're just destined to be together. Roommates with—benefits."

"Y-yeah, something like that."

Xiaoting seems satisfied when her pouty, wet lips kiss the tip again, getting one last throb out of you. "If you cum this hard in my mouth, then imagine all the cum you'll shoot in other places. My tight little ass. My wet, dripping pussy..." She gives a few more teasing kisses, keeping her gaze stuck to you as she smiles.

"Jesus, Ting," you groan out, as she finally lets your sensitive cock go. "Are you always this forward?"

"Absolutely. Get used to it, because this is a regular thing now," she says, giggling the way you get flustered. "Maybe I'll start your day the same way—wake you up with my mouth around your big, throbbing cock. End the night the same too. Bet you'd like that. No more jerking off alone in bed at night when you have me here."

There's nothing to deny, you both know it. You look down as Xiaoting comes up and straddles you, arms around your neck, smirking wide. "Yeah. Wouldn't mind that at all."

Xiaoting rests her head against your shoulder, giggling into your skin.

"Didn't think you'd say no. And now that I've gotten a taste," she says, kissing her way along your neck. "You're not getting rid of me that easy."

✦ ✦

The next morning, a mountain of bacon rests on a nearby plate while Xiaoting scrambles some eggs on the stove in just her underwear as the some toast pops in the corner.

No pants, no bra, just a little apron to protect the bare essentials from getting splattered. It all starts when she bends over to plate the food, that perfect, delicious round ass barely covered in a cute little black thong that does nothing to keep those cheeks contained. And it ends after a couple slices of bacon shared between you both, a messy kiss, and then that little thong gets pulled to the side so you can bury your entire length deep into her tight cunt and pound her against the kitchen counter.

The eggs will get cold, but that’s of no concern when you have her tight cunt to keep your cock warm, long forgotten by the time she's moaning your name. A hand crashing on her ass, the other in a rough handful of hair. She's clenching hard, your hips are moving, and this doesn't last long at all—just a quick little fuck that gets you both what you need, your cock covered with Xiaoting’s messy juices.

Then you're cumming inside her, so much that it's dripping back out onto the kitchen tile, filling her up so well as her pussy spasms around you for a second climax that matches the one in the shower.

After you slide out, you finish off the rest of the bacon, with your cum dripping down those creamy thighs while Xiaoting feeds you cold eggs with a fork dangling between her fingers, washing it down with a glass of orange juice. She’s glowing, sweat glistening on her toned midriff, a bite mark left on her neck, and a faint blush on her cheeks. And this, you realize, is just the perfect start to your weekend.

Breakfast finished, dishes washed, and now you're both off to an afternoon grocery run. Which turns out to be rather distracting to pick up what you need, when Xiaoting is in nothing but a flimsy tank top and a ridiculously tight pair of yoga pants—without underwear. Those pants hug all the right places, that tight ass especially, not even hiding the outline of her cunt underneath the thin material.

How one person can manage to be so devastatingly attractive, is anyone's guess.

But you manage to fill the cart up with essentials, XIaoting with that annoying smirk, knowing exactly what she's doing the whole time while she bends over to grab something on the bottom shelf. So in the midst of crossing off the shopping list: a new cereal, a bag of chips and toilet paper, a new case of beer thrown in for fun—Xiaoting decides to toss in a bottle of lube in as well, while you're right beside her.

"You know we still have that other one in the nightstand," you point out, trying to not keep your voice too loud.

"It'll be empty by the time the night is done," she answers with a cheeky grin that grows a bit wider the more you give that expression—like it only encourages her. She pushes the cart down the aisle, passing by boxes of condoms without breaking her pace. "Good thing we'd never need these. Imagine if you couldn't cum inside me raw, every single time? I think I'd be so devastated."

Discretion is clearly not a trail she possesses. Despite there not being anyone in close proximity, you're not exactly wanting to be open about this very topic. "Can you just be a little more subtle, Ting?"

"But where's the fun in that?" Xiaoting answers, shoving in a tube of toothpaste in moments later. "My mouth, my ass, my tight little pussy—we both know those are all your favorite places to cum when you're not blasting a load across my face. It would be so boring if you had to pull out. Really a travesty."

"Ting," you snap back, but her lips are quick to shut you up, stopping right in the middle of this aisle to grab you, wrap her arms around your neck, and crush her pouty, plump lips, tongue swiping across.

"We're in a grocery store, not a church," she reminds when you get the chance to breathe, pulling back with a satisfied smile that stays plastered to her face. "We're not the only ones here who have dirty, raw, rough sex, you know?"

"Alright, fine, maybe they sell handcuffs somewhere, and blindfolds—"

"Now you're speaking my language. Let's see what we can find."

✦ ✦

Back home, Xiaoting lazes around the couch, flat on her stomach with those sinful black yoga pants just begging to be ripped right off. And as much as she likes to play innocent, looking over her shoulder as you lie on top, it would be criminal not to indulge, getting two perfect handfuls of her delicious ass to grope while she turns the TV on to something mindless.

"Maybe one day we'll actually finish a movie," Xiaoting purrs, watching you squeeze her ass to your heart’s desire underneath that tight, sheer fabric that can barely contain anything. "Or get past the first twenty minutes."

"Movies are overrated, so are these pants that need to fucking come off,” you say, and that’s something Xiaoting can definitely agree with, offering no objections when you peel those pants off her hips, until they hang off her bare ass. Which you get a little greedy with—slapping to make it jiggle, nice and slow until the slaps get a little faster, a little louder, putting a little red on those pale cheeks just the way she likes.

"What would a movie be without a little snack?" she grins back, face flushed, knowing just what's coming when you spread her ass and run your wet tongue all over. That's just to tease Xiaoting, easing inside between those cheeks as your face buries between them, driving all inside her puckered hole and swirling to hear her gasp.

"Mhm. You must be starving, you poor thing. My ass really does taste the best, right?"

"No arguments there,” you say with the saliva smeared around her tight little asshole, as your fingers dig into her asscheeks and pry her apart to make the experience that much more delicious. And that's the exact thing she craves most, giving out a loud groan when the tip of your tongue gets as deep as possible, squeezing a pillow underneath her chest. "Nothing beats my tongue in your ass..."

With Xiaoting focused on the screen again, you swirl your tongue over her pretty little hole, plunging deep for a few swipes before looking at your handiwork. A mess of saliva glistens, one that you plan on improving on. That's why your tongue sinks all the way inside her hot, greedy asshole, lapping with enthusiasm with such delight.

“Right where it belongs," Xiaoting says with a loud sigh, your tongue keeping her tight hole so wet. The more attention you shower, the more she finds it harder and harder to focus on the screen, giving in.

All prone, she's helpless while you tongue-fuck her asshole, flicking back and forth as spit falls from between your lips, making your pants feel unbelievably tight the whole time. Xiaoting only pulls away for a fleeting moment, so she can slide those yoga pants the rest of the way off and sit that plump ass right against your face, returning the favor by devouring your hard cock at the same time.

She makes it so easy for you to get your tongue deep inside her ass, with the heat of her mouth that surrounds your shaft, with every inch finding its place in the back of her throat with ease. Her wet lips seal so tight, bobbing her head so effortlessly and only coming up for air when necessary.

It’s the perfect encouragement to return to worshiping her ass with your tongue buried deep, while Xiaoting only works faster, every sloppy suck matching the wet, frantic licks of your tongue between her cheeks.

Xiaoting can’t help herself when she puts all her weight down, so those heavenly cheeks can grind against your face—until she's cumming again, this time even harder with your tongue fucking her little asshole. And then it's your turn, squeezing the pale flesh of her deliciously round ass, nails digging deep as your cock spills another load of cum straight down that hungry throat.

"All that money we just spent on groceries and you just wanna eat my ass," Xiaoting pants out when her mouth lifts from your throbbing tip, fingers cradling your balls, a messy sheen of saliva connecting them to her lips.

“Forget the groceries,” you mutter, dipping in to devour her once more. “I’d rather have this ass for every meal every day of the week."

✦ ✦

Now that you're all tuckered out, Xiaoting curls up against you in bed, hooking a leg right over your waist and resting there. She moves close enough so you can kiss her again, noses bumping as you pull her close. "Could use a nap now, after that, don't you think?”

You're more interested in just a few lazy kisses and being close like this, peppering her skin with your lips, nuzzling your face right against her neck. "Yeah, a nap sounds good. Just a quick little cat nap, then maybe—"

"Maybe what?" Xiaoting asks in this innocent voice, too innocent, that doesn't fool you for a second.

"A nap, and then maybe another round in your ass. See what the mood is like." You plant another kiss at the base of her neck, lips lingering a little more this time before parting.

"Not going anywhere. I'll be here when you wake up," Xiaoting says, running a hand through your hair. "Until then, you can just dream about all the different ways you can destroy my ass."

✦ ✦

To no surprise, a cat nap turns out to be a long slumber, waking to something wet and warm between your legs. When you manage to pry your eyes open, Xiaoting is back at work underneath the sheets, those lips wrapped perfectly around your cock again.

"Hey, you’re awake—this looked painful, so I figured you'd want me to do something about it.” That's all she has to say while she plants a firm kiss on your swollen head, lifting the sheets enough so you can have a clearer view.

"God, you spoil me too much, Ting."

Lips down to your base in no time, you barely have time to take a breath. There's nothing to do except just watch, groaning as that eager mouth takes you down faster than ever. "Nonsense. Your cock deserves to be spoiled whenever possible. Now what do you say we finish off that bottle of lube?”

Well, she’s already made you hard as a rock, so that gets your attention in no time. The sheets get thrown aside, Xiaoting gets flat on her back with those long legs folded up against her chest as she holds them in place. And then there's nothing else left to do but sink right in, every slick inch disappearing into her tight, little welcoming asshole.

"Fucking hell, Ting, nothing beats this tight ass," you groan, driving your whole length in while she whimpers at the feel of you stretching her out. "Absolutely nothing. So goddamn tight."

"Only way to start a weekend, fuck—stretch my tight little hole with this huge cock," Xiaoting responds, gasping when your hips pick up speed, the initial resistance dissipating more and more each thrust you drive in.

"So fucking tight," you can't help repeating over and over as that clenching hole envelops your cock with ease.

Xiaoting hugs her legs tight, keeping them in place so you can plow deep in her ass at whatever pace you like. Every plunge into that delicious hole feels like heaven, all this warmth and tightness suffocating your thick shaft, while a wide, satisfied grin stays etched all over her face. "Feels so good being in your ass, Ting. Love being this deep. Love being inside you."

There's not a single shred of hesitation while she watches you get deep, always the most expressive when you're splitting her ass open. "Fuck me just like that, keep fucking this ass, oh my god—"

You'll happily oblige that request, more than content to keep slamming deep in her, every thrust feeling better than the one before while you watch the bliss extend on her face. From the way she bites down on her lip, to the loud, ragged moans you drive out. Nothing could be better. Nothing can compare—not a goddamn thing.

"Need to fucking cum," you warn with the mounting pressure that comes sooner than expected. Xiaoting starts working her fingers furiously between her legs while you drive yourself as deep as you can, no chance to fight the urge taking control.

“Then do it, baby—cum, cum for me, please. Give me all of it,” she whimpers, desperate for your release. That tightness around your cock gets to be too much, and you just lose all rational thought as the moment quickly approaches. And as good as it feels in her ass, you can't stop looking at her flushed features, imagining how good she’ll look with that hot load emptied all over her.

So at the last second, you pull out and straddle Xiaoting's chest, unloading everything with a grunt all over her lips and pretty face. Every shot blasts across her beautiful features in heavy spurts, leaving a smile with her tongue out to capture what drips down. A near endless amount, your cock throbbing with every burst, until she looks like a fucking mess. The beautiful sort.

Once you've emptied everything, stroking the last bit out directly on her tongue, Xiaoting just stares through all the mess with such a look of elation, nothing left to do than give a kiss to the tip once there’s nothing left to empty.

“You're so gorgeous, Ting," is all you manage, panting as you attempt to catch your breath.

"Covering me in your cum will do that,” Xiaoting says as she sighs with such content, your cock twitching with every lingering kiss, swirling her tongue around the swollen, sensitive head. "Still lots left to empty, too. Right? Good thing we bought extra lube.”

"Might need a whole case at this point," you gasp out, still out of breath.

"And you didn't even fill my ass with cum yet," Xiaoting remarks, gently kissing the underside of your spent cock. She licks your length clean, slowly moving from top to bottom to get every last drop, looking so messy the entire time.

"Don't you worry, there's plenty left in me for that later.”

✦ ✦

Dinner comes in a bag, despite the fridge and pantry full of groceries. You both decide on delivery, neither with enough energy to put much effort in making anything. A few beers and Chinese food is the perfect remedy, eating on the floor in front of the TV as Xiaoting wears little but a long shirt that just barely covers her ass.

"This movie is so bad, Ting. Why do I let you keep picking again?" you ask, mouth still stuffed with noodles, offering her a share from your container.

"But they're the right type of bad," Xiaoting reasons, slurping away. "They're supposed to be terrible."

You sigh, trying to swipe some food from hers, but she's far more dexterous, blocking you with a quick jab of chopsticks. "Hey, those are mine. No stealing."

"So you'll take my food but expect me not to steal yours?" you shoot back.

Xiaoting gives it some thought and offers no apologies, opting for a quick kiss instead. "Exactly. What's yours is mine. Like your dumplings. And your cock. Both delicious."

An eye roll is all you can offer, going back to your food and washing it down with a huge sip of beer. You both sit quietly with only the low rumble of the movie, Xiaoting planting little kisses here and there until she falls asleep on your shoulder.

✦ ✦

Chinese food devoured, movie forgotten, and now you've moved from the floor back to the couch, where Xiaoting is all stretched comfortably across, her bare feet resting in your lap while you massage them. A pile of shuffled cards sits on the coffee table, empty bottles of beer piling up on either end. Your focus is on watching Xiaoting fall apart between hands of poker, fingers kneading deeper into the sole of her foot.

"Pretty sure you're cheating," Xiaoting complains, getting the last swig of beer and putting the empty bottle on the coffee table with the others. "There's no way you could win three games in a row unless you're playing dirty."

"Or maybe you're really bad at poker, Ting. Just like you're bad at picking movies," you reply, pressing your thumbs deep into the arch of her foot, hearing a long, content sigh spill right out.

"No, that's definitely cheating. Distracting me definitely counts as cheating," Xiaoting pouts with this little whine, leaning her head back and relaxing.

"Fine, no more cheating then." And that's when you move her foot away from your lap, back to the couch as the pout remains.

"Hey, I didn't say to stop. My feet deserve more attention, and I was enjoying that," she says, moving her other foot on your lap so you’ll get the message. "Go back to what you were doing. Come on, keep going."

You shake your head and sigh, before digging your thumbs into the ball of her foot, getting in deep and making the smile return.

"Thought you said not to distract you. Saying that and then telling me not to stop are two different things," you argue, continuing the massage.

"I'm not distracted," she shoots back, curling her toes as you grip her foot nice and tight in your hands.

"Of course not."

"I'm not. Can't a girl just enjoy a foot massage without accusations?"

"No. Now play your cards."

She sighs dramatically, adjusting her foot in your lap before peeking at what she has. "Fine, then. Since you want to keep cheating—it's time for a little bet."

A curious glance lands on your face as your gaze drifts upwards. "What kind of a bet?"

"Whoever loses the next game, the other person gets whatever they want," Xiaoting offers, trying her best to stay serious, in contrast to that giggly little smile that creeps up.

“Like what?”

"If you win this round, I'll stop picking the movies we watch on Friday nights."

"That's it?"

"And you get to fuck my ass. Here, the bedroom, the balcony, I don't care."

"How is that a bet? How is that anything different to every night?" you argue, although, the idea of getting her ass anywhere isn't exactly a negative in the slightest.

"Okay, fine, whatever. Sorry for wanting to make things interesting, you ass," she retorts. “Ugh. Then—if you win this round, I'll wear whatever you want next time we fuck. Pick the clothes. Dresses, skirts, stockings, heels—anything. I'll wear a maid outfit if you want."

"You have a maid outfit?"

"Maybe. I might. Anyway, that's not important, because I won't be wearing it, so—now what do I get?"

"What do you want? Your ass will still get fucked whether I lose or win. So pick whatever you want. Something different."

"How about, if I win—I get to tie your hands together and blindfold you. And I get to ride you at the same time. What do you say?"

That's an answer that you didn't expect, especially given how often Xiaoting prefers a hand around her throat, or arms pinned behind her back. But the visual is incredibly appealing and hard to turn down.

"Deal."

✦ ✦

"Three aces? Oh, looks like you won, Ting," you say, tossing the cards down and faking your best smile when you see what Xiaoting has. "Lucky you."

But Xiaoting doesn't look exactly like the winner in this situation, narrowing her eyes in response, immediately suspicious.

"Something's not right," she says, pausing to gander at the discarded pile of cards on the coffee table. "You were winning all this time and then suddenly your cards go to shit?"

"That's just how the wind blows sometimes. Win some, lose some, you know."

"You can just say that you threw the game, loser," Xiaoting huffs out with an exaggerated sigh. "You wanted me to win and tie you up. Just be honest."

"Look, I get all the sex with you already. Why would I need to resort to something like a game of poker just to have my pretty girlfriend tie me up while she's riding me? Honestly, Ting."

"Oh shut up. Just meet me in the bedroom in like, five minutes. I'm gonna ride the fuck out of you, and there's nothing you can do about it," she says in her most playful tone, hopping from the couch and ruffling your hair on the way as she gathers up all the beer bottles to clean up.

✦ ✦

Five minutes turns into twenty after you're handcuffed to the headboard, naked and spread across the bed as Xiaoting crawls back on the bed.

"Sorry, took me forever to find something to blindfold you with," she says, straddling you in just her pink thong, leaning down with a kiss while a black strip of cloth goes over your eyes. "There, I found your old necktie, should work until we get something better."

Everything's dark, but you don't feel an ounce of fear or anxiety. Xiaoting isn't exactly the dominant type, or typically the one who pulls the reigns in, not that you're exactly the bossy type either. Sure, there are nights where it's good to bend her over the kitchen counter, a palm ready to spank that tight little ass, but most times, both of you are very keen on just taking turns being on the giving end, until you've both collapsed on the bed all satisfied.

"You have to tell me if you can see me," Xiaoting whispers, the anticipation hitting hard. "No cheating this time. Tell me if you can."

"Nope, can't see a damn thing."

"Good," she says, and there's an eagerness in the way her breath tickles the surface of your ear, something about not being able to see or touch her, relying on every other sense to perceive what's around you. The loss of both adding an extra element of surprise that feels almost entirely new when the first drop of her hips makes her silky cunt swallow you up, the first bounce so much sweeter.

"Jesus, fuck," you mutter out with such a helpless groan, at how incredible that wet cunt feels, impossibly tighter, if that were at all possible.

And without your hands to control her motions or encourage, there's the faintest bit of desperation, wanting to grab any part of her you can as she picks the pace up. Xiaoting, on the other hand, doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, her fingers digging into your chest as the bed creaks every time her thighs come down, the squelch of her cunt a clear indication as to just how wet she is for you right now.

“Just relax. I got you. Let me do the work this time, baby," she says, slamming that ass down harder on you, to make you far more sensitive, everything heightened, every tight squeeze making your head spin.

You're still reeling from the start, and now the heat enveloping your shaft is making every sensation that much more intense, with how your shaft gets so deep inside her tight walls. The constant clench and roll of her hips has you throbbing hard, the weight of her naked body pinning you against the bed while she rides you like never before.

"Your cock always feels so fucking good," she moans out, hands roaming and nails scratching along your chest, while each slow lift of her hips threatens to force you right out before it slips right back in.

"So does your pussy, fuck—love when it squeezes me like that, just like your tight little asshole," you say, gritting your teeth to withstand the cold steel wrapped tight on your wrists as Xiaoting quickens, bouncing her whole body faster and faster.

"Can't believe you let me win, fuck—you get my tight pussy and you don't even have to do anything. Just lie there while I bounce this ass on your thick cock. Your lucky day."

"Luckiest fucking guy alive.”

✦ ✦

"Slow down, seriously, oh god—I can't cum again, you made me cum so many times. Give me a break—"

"Like you said. I can't get enough of you."

Xiaoting cries out this beautiful whimper when the overstimulation gets too much, grabbing your head to force you away from between her delicious, dripping wet cunt, breathing all uneven. The sheets are already a disaster from how many times you’ve used this bed, an overabundance of sex and sweat and fluids, and whatever else.

But that fucked-out look, Xiaoting completely worn out and gasping for air is priceless, so is the slick on your fingers when you dip back in one more time.

"I’m serious, you have all this energy and I'm tapped out," Xiaoting sighs, shifting over on her side as her breathing is slow to become normal again. "Don't think I can cum any more tonight."

You look at the clock, sliding over and peppering Xiaoting with kisses. "Almost 1 am. Which means it's a new day. Timer goes back to zero, I'd say."

A heavy sigh leaves her mouth as her eyes shut for a few seconds. "Are you trying to kill me? Did you take something before the night started or something? Your dick can't still be hard. It can't be."

"When you're around me, yeah—you’re the pill the keeps my dick hard, Ting."

Xiaoting can't help but giggle and cover her mouth, cheeks reddening. "You're so fucking corny, I can't take it. That is awful. God, just awful."

"Now you know how I feel during all those movies you made me sit through."

"Oh fuck you, they're amazing," Xiaoting says, half-heartedly throwing a punch that just bounces right off your chest. "But no more for the night. At least not right now. My cunt needs some time to recover. After how hard you fucked me out there on the couch, then in the shower. I didn't even know my legs could fold like that."

"Weren't you a gymnast? So you must be very flexible."

"I didn't get fucked senseless while doing that! And that was a long time ago. I didn't make that part of my routine, thank you."

"I mean you could make that a routine if you really want. Early morning mating press. Or nighttime if you want."

"Listen—ugh, I can't deal with you right now. Come here and kiss me, you dumbass."

✦ ✦

Far after midnight, you find yourself out on the balcony, watching the sweat glisten off Xiaoting's naked body under the stars, with your hands roaming all over every inch of her sinful curves. She looks back over her shoulder while you fuck her ass, all bent over the railing, those delicious cheeks smacking back against your hips with every rough thrust.

"Can't believe we're fucking on the balcony again," Xiaoting groans as she grips the railing harder, peering down at the world below before shifting her gaze back to you. "This loud, this late. There's no way the neighbors don't hear this, how good you're splitting my ass open."

"No better way to end the night,” you answer, hips smacking harder against Xiaoting's body, that tight ass that jiggles so deliciously from the impact. “Besides, always gotta leave room for dessert."

A giggle spills from her lips with a little quiver. "Is your cock in my ass what you're calling dessert now? God, I swear it's your favorite thing to eat, so that seems fitting."

You hold Xiaoting's hips tighter and plunge inside deep enough that those satisfied groans unabated, balls slapping against her cunt every thrust, stretching her greedy hole. "You say that like your ass doesn't love swallowing my cock so much. So tight, so fucking tight, never letting go."

"Just shut up and keep pounding my ass. Keep that thick cock all the way inside, god—" Xiaoting pleads, fingers clenching as she clings onto the balcony, head hanging low. “Until I can't even fucking walk straight."

Then there's nothing left but the sounds of your cock slamming into her ass, those pretty cries and moans in the dead of night.

And you give and give, as much as Xiaoting can handle, as much as you can. Which is clearly more than ever before, the harsh clench of her ass begging for you to keep pumping into her, your hips smacking hard against those pale cheeks with every thrust.

"My ass needs your fat fucking load, god, fill me already," Xiaoting demands, pushing back onto your throbbing shaft so you can get even deeper. Won’t be long now, with how her back arches, how the sweat drips down her body, how she looks back at you so desperately—

You have only enough left to slam into her a few more times, with your greedy hands gripping hard, hips on repeat until the final moments.

"Don’t worry, gonna fill this tight little asshole, Ting, god—“

That’s your only warning as she can feel every twitch, every desperate throb, knowing exactly what to expect next. And then you unload right in her ass, that grip so tight around every inch of your cock as you cum inside her, flooding her stretched hole while you pump it all deep.

"Should have done this first thing,” you say, groaning as your cock throbs and your balls empty inside. “After those goddamn yoga pants you made me stare at.”

Xiaoting only laughs, grinding her hips back, milking the last drops from your aching balls. "Poor, poor you. My ass is just too irresistible for you. Just need to put on a tight little pair of pants to drive you completely fucking crazy?”

"Hey, don't make it sound like it’s my fault. You're the one that didn’t wear panties. You know exactly what you were doing."

"That was an innocent mistake," Xiaoting defends, unable to fight back that giggle. "Sometimes a girl forgets and does her laundry later at night. Honest."

Your spent shaft slips from her ruined hole, resting on her ass while watching a thick stream trickle down her thighs. "There's not a goddamn thing innocent about you, Ting."

"Yeah, maybe not. Not like you have room to talk. How many times did you blow a load inside me tonight? Or across my face? Or all over my ass? Go on, tell me."

"Not as many times as you came from getting your little tight asshole ruined," you counter, moving aside and falling back in the nearest chair to catch your breath.

She laughs, legs weak while hobbling over, straddling your lap with that sticky warmth spreading between her thighs. “Whatever, not my fault my ass is amazing and you can't stop filling it.”

Your hand finds its way up her back, fingers roaming through the sweat before you tug her in close, sharing in that languid kiss that you have just enough energy for. “Really picked the right person to live with, I guess. Lucky me."

Xiaoting just keeps those lips pressed against yours, slow and gentle until she pulls away. "Mhm. You got very lucky. Isn't this much better than bringing random girls from the bar home, anyway? I think I'm far better than some girl who does erotic photography for strangers..."

"Much better. But you would make a killer model," you say, leaning back into the chair and just basking in the affection Xiaoting gives.

"What, you want people to watch my ass being pounded? As if you haven't already given everyone on the balcony a show for free? Wait, don't answer that. Pervert."

"As much as you love showing off your body, no thanks," you respond.

"True, this body is only for your eyes, no matter how good the paycheck is. Nobody but you, my love," Xiaoting starts, cupping your face in her hands and staring at you with those devastating eyes. And then a smirk comes with that look. "Although, I am willing to play with other girls if you're feeling a bit generous. Because I know you'll like the results."

That snaps your attention right back. "Come again? And here I thought I had a monopoly on this ass of yours."

"Oh, you do. You always do. But don't you think I'd look pretty eating out a friend of yours while you pound my asshole? Come on, there's gotta be someone who catches your eye. Name the lucky girl and I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Okay, who the hell are you, and what have you done with my Ting?"

She lets out the softest, sweetest laughter, kissing your forehead. "Who was that one girl you slept with a while back? With the huge tits and the red hair?"

"No idea. Her name must have slipped my mind."

"Hey, don't be selfish. Tell me, you ass. I know you remember, you wouldn't forget a girl with tits like that. Nobody would—I bet that titfuck alone was amazing.”

Now you’re blushing more than ever expected while Xiaoting awaits a response. "Who said we did that? Maybe we just cuddled."

"Oh, fuck off. I'd fuck her tits if I could, too. Now come on—spit it out."

"Chaehyun," you sigh out, completely defeated. "Her name was Chaehyun. Red hair. Huge tits, thick thighs, pretty face. Also short."

"See? Knew you'd remember, just didn't want to share. You're so predictable," Xiaoting chuckles, pulling herself a little closer. "Call her. Tell her to wear some nice lingerie and we'll have some fun."

"What happened to your body is only for me?"

"For you and pretty girls. With nice tits. Fuck it, call her—I wanna see her tits wrapped around your cock while I sit on your face."

"Jesus, Ting. Not even a dinner invitation first?"

Xiaoting presses a few kisses down the side of your neck, nipping a little here and there. "There's no fun in that. We can have a nice dinner afterwards, maybe take her to a fancy hotel or something. Fuck her silly and feed her a nice big bowl of noodles after."

"You're so romantic."

"Always. Now go on—call her in the morning. First thing when you're up. Pretty please?"

Hard to argue with those pleading eyes, and those pouty lips. "What if she's not up for it? Maybe she has a boyfriend. Or girlfriend. Whatever floats her boat."

"Girls who put out on the first date don't want relationships," she fires back, trying to ignore your reticent gaze. "They just wanna get railed by some hot guy. And then make him cum all over her massive, bouncy tits."

"How are you more obsessed with her tits than I am? And you've never even met the girl."

Xiaoting stalls, pouting while she steals another quick peck on your lips. "Everyone has their vices. Yours is my ass, and mine is having a big dick tear up my asshole while I play with her tits. Don't be shy. Call her already so we can get this going. Maybe make it a regular thing.”

Again, nothing left to do but sigh. "Alright, fine. First thing in the morning."

"Promise?" Xiaoting asks, offering up her pinky to swear upon, just in case.

"Promise."

And with that sealed pinky promise, she wraps her arms around you, burying her head against your shoulder. "Okay. Good. And one more thing—"

"Yes, love?"

“Promise me we’ll never fuck this many times ever again. I've never been so worn out and exhausted in my life,” she groans, her hot breath right in your ear. “My body hurts and my pussy will never recover at this point—it was incredible, but oh my god."

You can't help but laugh at Xiaoting's ridiculousness as she's wrapped up against your chest. "Promise, Ting. Promise.”

"You might have to carry me into the shower. Pretty sure I'm past the point of useless," she says, barely getting out another laugh. "I'm like jello."

"Serves you right. Maybe now you'll think twice about those yoga pants," you reply with an eyebrow raised.

"Nope. Don't regret them one bit. They make my ass look so fucking good and it really gets to you."

You lift Xiaoting right up, depositing her on the wooden flooring of the balcony. "Well, then have fun limping to the bathroom. I'll go get the water running. Might be cold by the time you get there."

"Wait—no, no," Xiaoting stammers, unable to even hold herself upright against the balcony railing. "You got my asshole all stretched and full of cum, and now you're really just going to leave me out here on my own?"

"You'll survive. Just hang on the railing or something. Maybe you could try crawling to the shower," you offer in response, barely managing to not smile as you start heading for the sliding glass door.

"You ass—come back here and carry me. You fuck a girl that hard you can carry her!" Xiaoting demands, scrambling on wobbly feet after you, catching a hand on the door.

"Don't be so dramatic, Ting. God, fine, get over here. Maybe a bath would be easier anyway."

"With that new bubble bath I just bought—and candles. Lots of candles and bubbles."

And that's when you offer up your back to her, which she immediately climbs onto as you hoist her up and away from the balcony. "My poor useless, Ting. Begged me to pound her asshole so hard and then expects me to pamper her like a queen."

"Just shut up and walk. Bubbles await."

Extra bubbles it is. Because there's nothing better at 2am than a bubble bath with Xiaoting as she rests back against you—candles, bubbles, and a fresh bottle of wine as the night comes to an end.

Nothing better.

---

A/N:

The breakup was supposed to be a mutual thing. A smooth and easy agreement between you and Jimin. You guys met in a cafe when your soon-to-be-ex girlfriend finally dropped the bomb on you. 

“I still care a lot about you, y/n. But I want to focus on myself and my future… I think you should too.”

You wanted to speak up, say that you didn’t want to let go yet. Just… hold on for a little longer. Maybe it’d get better if you guys just kept it going for another week. Another month. Another day?

 “What I’m trying to say is…”

You always hated this part.

“I think we should break up.”

Despite the older girl being the one to initiate the ending of the relationship, you always knew it was coming. Jimin was sweet, and you definitely did enjoy the little dates you guys had been on through the past year, but there was something missing. Every time she looked at you, it seemed like she was looking through your eyes into her own. Her mind was always elsewhere whenever you two were together, like she was searching for something you couldn’t provide. She never seemed to smile around you, never laughed loudly or hugged you with warmth. 

You really tried to be the person for her, you really did; but it was apparent that she was trying to convince herself you were the one as well.

It was shown in the way she bought you endless gifts with things you said you wanted, but never kissed you, In the way she would allow you to hold her hand, but never reached out herself, how she couldn’t bring herself to say “I love you” out loud. Jimin was cold.

You agreed that this was the best path to take, how you felt the exact same way and that it would be good for the both of you, but the tears that nonconsensually left your eyes said otherwise. You still remember the last words you told her before you got up to leave.

“I really hoped it was you.”

There's a saying or the other. “Your body will know if someone is right for you.” You came across it while aimlessly scrolling on social media once, and you thought it was an interesting but ridiculous concept. Countless people would share stories about how their hair would fall out or how they would break out into horrible acne when they were with their past partners, only being relieved from this when single or with their “match.”

It was funny, and you didn’t believe one bit of it until it actually happened. The tightness in your chest that followed you every time you two went out together, the stress of wondering if she actually enjoyed her company, the way you couldn’t truly relax in her presence– it all went away. It all left when she walked out of your life, and you’ve never felt more at peace with a decision. At least, for a little bit.

The breakup was the easy part. It was the recovery that ruined you.

You were the one to establish a rule of no contact, even after you both expressed wanting to stay in touch. It was your only way to hold on to the last sliver of pride you had left after spending a year chasing after Yu Jimin. The rule was established to allow you some time to heal, and you hoped to return to the girl as friends once you felt ready.

With this in mind, you then proceeded to spend a month barely eating, barely sleeping, and not leaving your apartment unless you needed to for classes. It was difficult to be on your own after dedicating so much time to her, falling behind, hoping that she would see you the way you saw her; but after about a month, you slowly felt yourself regaining your footing.

You started going out again, talking with your roommate, taking time to actually care for yourself. It was nice. Perhaps your progress would have left you comfortable enough to move on if you didn’t decide to go out that day.

There she was. Yu Jimin. After an exact 31 days of no contact with her, you finally cross paths. Quite literally, at that– but she wasn’t alone. There was a girl on her arm. She was pretty. Blonde with bobbed hair and a soft smile that made it impossible to hate her. Jimin was smiling too. This is the first time you’ve seen her smile like that, smiling as if she found what she was looking for after all of this time. She doesn't look past her. She sees her.

Jimin holds the other girl by the small of her waist the way she used to do with you, and she kisses her. She kissed her. Just like how she used to kiss you, but not exactly. There's love in her eyes. A warmth you’ve never seen before. In her eyes, there is certainty.

And that was the day your world came crashing down on top of you.

You tried to act normal as you walked past. You really did. Your eyes remain glued to your phone as your knuckles turn white. Her eyes didn’t even meet yours as you walked by. Why wouldn't she look at you? Maybe she's wondering why you won't look at her. That must be it. You hold your breath. As soon as she passed by, you couldn’t help yourself. You made the mistake of looking back.

…Nothing.

As soon as Jimin was out of sight, you cried. You ran home, scaring half the life out of your poor roommate, Xiaoting, as you collapsed in your bed. Everything hurts. Why did it hurt? You wanted this. You felt better without her— the tightness in your chest was gone. 

Instead, it was replaced by an indescribably painful ache. One that felt so deep within your soul it would never heal. Quietly entering your room, Xiaoting says nothing as she sits next to your limp body on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. The gesture only makes you sob even harder. 

She's been with you through it all. From the beginning of your relationship with Jimin till the end, she was there. Xiaoting really was a good friend.

From then on, Xiaoting’s one goal was simple: cheer you up. She would cook at least once for you every day despite not being the best chef, and she would allow you to rant about the same things over and over no matter how overbearing it got. Honestly, you started to feel a little bad. She shouldn’t have to bend over backwards for you just because you’re a little sad.

So when Xiaoting announces that you will be joining her at the bar with her friends tonight, you couldn't say no. Both because she stated it, not asked you, and that it simply was the least you could do for her. Especially after everything she’s done for you. Before you knew it, you were dressed up in your best (slutty) corset top and cargo pants with some hoops and over exaggerated makeup to accent the look. Xiaoting, as your best roommate and friend, matches with you, and you two make a big scene out of getting ready together; blasting music, doing each other's hair, borrowing each other's clothes, and more.

Xiaoting’s girlfriend Yujin had made herself at home for the pregame, and your mutual friend Hikaru soon followed. With Xiaoting as designated bartender, the four of you mingle, laughing and cracking jokes as the warmth of the alcohol and one another’s presence left you with a warming buzz. Xiaoting was an excellent mixer, and in combination with the chasers Hikaru bought and the drinking games Yujin proposed, you were all ready to go. 

Xiaoting and Yujin led the way, hand in hand as you and Hikaru trailed behind, drunkenly singing into the cold night air as you trek to the nearest bar.

Being a Friday night, the establishment had been as packed as expected, and you all squeezed your way past other visitors as you’re guided to a nearby table. Xiaoting starts off strong, ordering shots for the entire group before utilizing her combined charm alongside her girlfriend’s looks to convince guys to purchase drinks for everyone as well. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way the duo would bat their eyelashes innocently at lone men for drinks– but at least it worked.

Lazily, your eyes wander through the crowd, the alcohol in your system making it a struggle to see straight. Despite your inability to see properly, you still manage to catch a glimpse of your friends from the corner of your eye, and easily spot Yujin attempting to very publicly make out with Xiaoting as Hikaru struggles to pull her away. You stifle a laugh at the sight, and decide to leave the three to their antics whilst you look for someone to talk to.

It's been a while since you last struck up a conversation with a stranger. The last time you had put yourself out there was before you met… 

You shake your head. No. You are not letting your stupid ex ruin your night. Knitting your brows in concentration, you scan the bar. There were plenty of pretty girls to talk to, but you were feeling a little intimidated. Almost all of them came with at least one other person, and you didn’t want to intrude on anything…

 Your eyes landed on a lone blonde at the end of the table, scrolling through her phone with alcohol flushed cheeks. She seemed approachable. Worst case scenario, she simply shoos you off. Taking a deep breath, you approach the blonde, deciding to pull out your best conversation starter.

“Are you chinese? You look chinese!!” You exclaim, suddenly switching to mandarin in the middle of your sentence as you ask the question. Smooth.

The blonde girl looks as if she would’ve been extremely offended at the comment if you didn't just speak to her in her native tongue halfway through your sentence, and she quirks a brow at you, an amused smirk on her lips as she leans against the bar. 

“Yeah, I am! What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this alone??” 

You feel your heart begin to race. So far so good. “I'm not alone!!! My friends are just busy making out with each other and the other is trying to stop them!!” You also lean on the bar, though not as alluring as the blonde before you. More like you partially collapsed and partially slid on it.

She chortles at your response, “well that's not fair to you, leaving you here all alone.”

The sweet and somewhat sultry tone of the blonde makes (non alcohol induced) blush appear on your face as you laugh, “it really isn't! But whatever! My name is y/n by the way!! What's yours??” You scream over the music, sticking your hand out. It was an unexpectedly polite gesture considering your circumstances, and perhaps it may have seemed a bit comical as well with how drunk you were.

She giggles at the response, grabbing your hand then pulling you in, her lips dangerously close to your ear as she yells over the music, “Ning Yizhuo. But call me Ningning! It's cuter!”

You grin. Ningning was a cute nickname. You decided at this very moment you could trust this cute stranger with your life story and personal information she didn’t ask for, and begin to slur out.

“My friends dragged me out here because I was sad over my ex who moved on from me a month after the breakup even though we dated for a year and she's a big jerk for that even though I wish only the best for her but also I hope she dies!!!”

None of the words you spoke just now came out clear, and they seemed to trip over one another when leaving your mouth, but it was enough for the other girl to go from extremely relaxed to suddenly very heated. She stands up straight as her eyebrows knit together.

“To be honest I don’t think she ever really liked me in the first place! I don’t know!! Whatever it doesn’t matter!!!” You continue on, sounding absolutely pathetic as you let yourself feel through the anger you didn’t even know you were repressing, “I was stupid to stay with someone who couldn’t even look me in the eye when saying she loved me!! She was stupid to do the same!! Whatever!! I don’t know!!”

Ningning cuts you off with a raised hand before you can continue, “what the hell?! I hate people like that!!  You're wayyyy too hot to be treated that way! Who is she? What's her name?? I might know her!!”

Against your better drunken judgment, you decide to name drop your ex within a university bar. Because that is always a good idea. “Yu Jimin!! She's a engineering major !!!”

Ningning’s jaw drops as she stares at you, almost as if she were trying to find the correct words for what she has to say next.

“Girl, I know her !!!” She screams out after a brief moment of silence,  “we shared a class together once!! Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know she was like that!! You deserve BETTER!” 

Before you could even think of what to say in reaction to that heavy load of information, Ningning grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss. It was a very messy one, her lips almost missing your own during the exchange. Seems like she's not entirely sober either. 

Still, even in your drunken state you knew what to do. Your hands immediately find Ningnings hair as you pull her in closer, and you can feel her smiling as she grazes her tongue over the bottom of your lip. 

You open your mouth to let her in and the only thing that you can think of or even feel for that matter is Ningning and her tongue. She… was really good at this. Jimin never kissed you like this before. Her hands trail down your back to your ass before she squeezes it, smirking when you squirm against her touch.

She breaks the kiss, her face inches away from yours as she breathes out, “you deserve so much better…” Ningning gives you a quick peck on the lips before stepping back, taking in her work with a devilish glint in her eyes. You stare at her dumbfounded for a moment before whipping out your phone, fully talking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were a wreck. How did all of that happen just now?

“Done by yours truly~” Ningning winks at you, quickly slipping your phone out of your hand and typing something in.

“Wh— Wait what are you doing?”

“Giving you my number, obviously. My girls are gonna wonder where I went.” She hands back your phone and looks at you with soft eyes through her drunken daze. 

“Take care of yourself, yeah?” Ningning kisses you one last time, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. She disappears into the crowd of partygoers, a sly fox-like grin on her face.

“There you are!” 

You feel an arm land on your shoulder as you jump, twirling around and looking down to see a drunk Hikaru with a slightly less drunk Xiaoting and an absolutely hammered Yujin on her side.

“We should probably head back home!” Xiaoting screams into your ear, “Hikaru’s gonna knock out on the couch and Yujin will be with me!”

Her words barely make it through to you, the music and the alcohol and the adrenaline within your system muffling out every word spoken. Regardless, you still nod and trail behind your friends as you leave, not all too sure what just happened.

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You lay in bed, eyes practically burning holes into the new contact in your phone. “宁宁<3” is what it said. 

So last night wasn’t just a dream. You really did just get a girl's number by doing nothing but spilling your secrets to a stranger. On top of all of that, your head was absolutely killing you, you swore you could feel your heartbeat within your brain. Still, that wasn’t important. Biting your lip, your fingers hover over the contact name. Should you message her? 

y/n [10:59]  — hey !! its y/n, the girl from the bar

y/n [10:59]  — thanks for keeping me company last night :)

ningning [11:06]  — i was wondering if u were gonna text me back

ningning [11:06] — and of course <3 jimin doesn’t know what she lost

y/n [11:08] — haha im flattered

y/n [11:08]  — but u barely know me??

ningning [11:11]  — that can change xx

Your eyes widen as you reread the text over and over again. Is she implying what you think she's implying? What if she's just being friendly? Can you even platonically make out with someone at the bar?

y/n [11:16] — are u asking me out on a date ning yizhuo ?

You wait. 

Oh god. What if she was just being friendly?

ningning [11:18]  — only if youll have me 

You feel yourself blush at her message, burying your face into your pillow as you squeal like a high school teenager in love. It was embarrassing in hindsight, but.. it felt nice to be wanted. 

y/n [11:19] —  of course

ningning [11:19] — perfect <3 

ningning [11:20] — dinner at my place tonight then? 

ningning [11:20] — If youre not too hungover.. 

ningning [11:20] — i got the best hangover cures ;)

you can't help but arch your eyebrow at the winky face she added at the end but brushed it off, more focused on the fact that your drunk hatred towards your ex landed you a date. 

You scramble to your feet and (metaphorically) kick down Xiaoting’s door, abruptly waking the girl from her nap as she screams out, “WO CAO!” She places a hand over her heart as she bolts up within her bed, immediately letting out a sigh of relief when she realizes it was just you. 

“Girl what the HELL is wrong with you?!” She hisses, laying back down and throwing the blanket over her head.

You, being the ever loving and best roommate ever, respond to this by jumping into bed with (on top of) the redhead and squeezing her as tight as you can while screaming “I HAVE A DATE!!!”

Xiaoting shoots back up, your arms still latched onto her torso as she looks down at you, eyes wide. “Wait, are you serious?”

You hear a low groan and a hand slapping your arm as you roll your eyes, slapping the arm back as the voice of Yujin grumbles out and shuffles deeper within the sheets.

Both you and Xiaoting look at one another and giggle before she quietly slips out of bed, quickly placing a kiss on Yujins head before grabbing your arm and leading you out of her room. Once outside, she firmly grasps your shoulders. 

“Okay, now tell me everything.”

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You nervously stand outside of Ningnings apartment, bag clutched in hand as you look back behind you. Xiaoting sat within her car on the side of the road, keeping an eye on you to make sure this girl wasn’t going to kidnap you or the other.

The two of you (and soon enough Yujin and Hikaru) had spent the day giving you pointers on how to go about the date. They had thrown an ungodly amount of clothes your way as well as telling you endless conversation starters and compliments to give another person. By the end of it all your head was overflowing with information that you were going to forget as soon as you head out the door, and all of your closet was sprawled on your bedroom floor and in the living room. Still, the girls seemed quite proud of their work.

All of you had consecutively agreed on an outfit that was nice, but not too nice. You wore a plaid skirt paired with a simple tank top and an off the shoulder cardigan.

Holding your breath, you ring the doorbell. You really hoped this wasn’t a mistake. When was the last time you were actually on a date with someone? You couldn't remember. After a few moments of silence, you hear shuffling followed by the door unlocking and Ningning poking her head out shyly. Her eyes light up at the sight of you before opening the door completely, revealing her outfit.

She wore an oversized plaid button up, unintentionally matching with your skirt alongside baggy jeans and some bunny slippers you thought were incredibly cute. Her hair was tied up in a messy but charming bun, held up by a hair stick with small gemstones dangling from the end.

This Ningning was completely different from the one you had met at the bar last night. Though, you suppose you were a different person now as well.

“You're here! Come in come in!” She grabs your hand and guides you inside. Flustered, you spare a quick glance behind you, and you can spot the silhouette of Xiaoting throwing a thumbs up from her car before Ningning closes the door behind you.

“You look gorgeous today, by the way,” Ningning compliments, her thumb rubbing over your fingers as she walks you through her apartment. The gesture makes your cheeks warm, and you find yourself easing into her touch like putty. It was a touch that was loving. Kind. Intentional. 

Her home was cozy, with white walls paired alongside warm lighting and paintings and other wall art lining the interior. There was an appetizing aroma that wafted through the air, and you had remembered that Ningning had offered to cook for you.

“What have you prepared for us tonight, chef Ningning?” You ask, squeezing her hand as she grins, “Well it's not much, I'm not a really good cook but I decided to make us some dumplings! A little basic, but it's the only dish I feel like I’ve actually perfected.”

“I hope this is the hangover cure you mentioned” you comment lightheartedly, and you sense a playful energy in the way she looks back at you.

“You'll find out soon enough.”

You once again find yourself quirking a brow at her vague answers, but she simply smiles at you innocently and you find yourself smiling back. It was hard to not be amused by her.

Ningning guides you to the kitchen, which was cleaned perfectly for your arrival. On the center of the table were multiple bamboo steamer baskets, as well as a large tea pot and a simple glass bottle with various native wildflowers as a centerpiece. 

The other girl pulls out a chair for you, and you teasing grin at the polite gesture, “how romantic, Ninging~”

She rolls her eyes and giggles before settling down herself, instantaneously pouring you a cup of tea as she gestures at the baskets, “go on, dig in. I’ll be personally offended if you don’t.”

Chuckling, you open up the baskets, releasing clouds of steam before revealing multiple handmade dumplings with various fillings and differing folding styles. Your eyes widen, and you simply comment, “wow,” before taking the first bite of the food.

To say that it tasted amazing was an understatement– you practically felt like you were thrown back to the motherland with a single bite, and it wasn’t long before you were filling your plate with more.

The two of you had spent the rest of the evening getting to know one another more. You had learned she was a computer science major and going onto her third year of uni, as well as the fact she was from Harbing whilst you shared that you were from Shanghai. 

“Big city girl, huh?” Ningning amusedly comments, sipping on her tea as you roll your eyes, “yeah… But I'm not rich or anything before you ask.”

The blonde feigns rejection as she snaps her fingers, “damn. I was gonna ask you to buy drinks next time we head to the bars, I think you owe me. ” She smiles at you, and it's warm.

You liked this. You liked how easy it was to talk to her. It was never this easy before.

Soon enough you had ended up on Ningning’s couch, browsing through movies aimlessly as the hefty meal threatened to send you into a food coma. The blonde lay comfortably in your arms underneath a blanket, her eyes occasionally fluttering shut as you continued to search for something to watch.

“Hmm, what about… Velocipastor?” The name completely throws you off guard, prompting you to click on it, skimming over the description as you feel the vibration of Ninging lazily humming beneath you. 

“Oh that movie is really good, trust me.”

“... Really? Are you sure, Ning?”

“Yeah yeah…” Her eyes were already shut as she spoke, nuzzling in closer to you as you chuckle, putting on the movie as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in closer. 

Honestly, the movie seemed to be an excuse for the girl to be physically close to you– maybe get a nap in? You weren’t even sure if she was watching the movie at this point. Still, maybe it was for the best. Velocipastor was definitely not well funded within its production, that much could be seen. Plus, you couldn't complain about having a cute girl in your arms.

“Does your head still hurt?”

Ningning’s soft voice rings out, startling you. Honestly, you were getting pretty invested in the film, you had thought she already fell asleep.

“Mmm, a little. I don’t think your hangover cure worked.”

“Oh, the dumplings weren’t the cure.”

Your head cocks to the side as you tear your gaze away from the tv screen, looking down at the girl nestled on your chest as she looks back up at you. There was that all too familiar glint in her eyes again.

“Then what is?”

A mischievous grin curls on her lips before she leans in, connecting her lips with yours. Still a bit sluggish from the night before alongside a hefty meal, her kissing was a bit sloppy, but it was soft. Much softer than before.

You feel yourself almost immediately sigh into the kiss, and you would have found it embarrassing if she didnt guide her hand up your chest, to your neck, and into your hair, soon deepening the kiss. 

Not expecting things to escalate so soon, you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as your hands landed on her hips, nails digging into her sides desperately as she laughs against your lips, pulling back. 

“You’re really cute, y’know?” She purrs, using her hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and you can see the hint of pink spread across her lips as she smiles, drinking in the sight of you.

Before you even have a chance to respond, Ningning tackles your jawline, trailing kisses down your face and onto your neck. You try to respond, but when she starts to nip the side of your neck, the words you wanted to say somehow managed to melt into complete mush.

“Mmhmmhgh…” 

The sound that escapes your lips allows you the chance to actually feel embarrassed, and you slam a hand over your lips, looking away from Ninging. Your response elicits another laugh from the blonde, and you swear you could listen to the sound forever. 

Her symphony soon quiets though, and Ningning looks you straight in the eye, her gaze softening as she opens her mouth, struggling to find the right words to say.

“Look, I know we just met…” she trails off for a moment, almost a bit shy to continue, “but if you want to give me a chance and see where this goes, I promise I’ll treat you so well.” 

Her eyes are filled with genuine desire for you, and you couldn’t help but feel… Isolated? Targetted? For the first time you feel like you’re seen, and you don’t know what to do about it.

She presses on, “I’d really like to see you again, and I know you’re going through a lot right now but I want to be there with you every step of the way. I want to see where this takes us.”

“I want you, y/n.”

Your face heats up instantaneously, and you swear your eyes were threatening to bulge out of your skull right then and there. You look at her in silence as you struggle to find your words, and after a few seconds you finally croak out,

“I… I want to see where this takes us too, Ningning.”

"Wow. For as long as we been together you never fail to let me fall for you even more" you said as you spun her around.

She mets your face with a clear blush and a cute pout.

"Come on! We have To go already."

You giggle at her words and head out.

Once you arrive, you head to the drinks as you introduce people to XiaoTing.

"OMG XIAOTING" you heard even louder than the music that was playing.

"Hi Yujin. Its been a long time hasnt it." your girlfriend said.

"yeah, we should catch up. Oh, how rude of me." Yujin said as she turned to you. "Hi, I'm Yujin"

"Hi, Im Y/N, XiaoTings boyfriend." bowing respectfully.

"Oh wow your dating Xiaoting. Nice catch Ting, he has looks." Yujin said winking at you.

Not going unnoticed by XiaoTing.

"Yep, and hes all mine." As she kissed you and wrapped her hand around yours, protectively. I genuine smile spread across my face.

As the party continues Yujin wouldn't stop flirting and much as I tried to turn her down, since I was clearly taken, she wouldn't take the hint. Until XiaoTing keep whining that she wanted to go home.

"Are you okay?" i asked as we entered the house.

She ignored me as she went to the room.

"XiaoTing............babe" I said, following her to the room.

I found her in the bathroom taking of her make up, getting ready for bed.

"My love, whats wrong." i said as I hugged her from behind nuzzling my face on her neck, kissing lightly.

"Nothing why dont you go tell Yujin since she clearly wants your attention." she said with a straight face.

I giggled softly, noticing her jealousy.

"You know that the only person that wins my attention everyday is you." I said kissing her neck.

"Mmh, sure didn't seem like it." she said softly.

"Then let me convince you." I said as I picked her up and took her to the bed.

I kissed down her neck slowly, letting my hands slowly remove her dress as I felt her curves.

"I love you and only you" I said, kissing down her body.

I removed my clothes only leaving me in my boxers.

I kissed her thighs, up to her stomach, to her breasts, and kissed her lips. My hand going lower until they met her soaking panties. I smirked and started moving my fingers up and down her slit rubbing her clit slightly.

"Y-y/n stop t-teasing me" she moaned as one of her hands where in between my hair, gripping slightly

In that moment I plunged my fingers into her, curling them, making her moan louder. Her moans were like music to my ears.

I felt a hand softly grip my bulge in my boxers. I took them off as XiaoTing started to stroke me.

"F-fuck Ting" I moaned

"Baby, i love you but I can't take it anymore, please" She begged.

I took my fingers out of her and tasted her, sweet as ever. I positioned myself in between her legs and slowly entered her. We both moaned in pleasure, finally becoming one. I started moving hearing her moan louder than before.

"Yes y/n just like that! Right there fuck right there..... please don't stop!" She wrapped her legs around my waist and her hand scratching my back.

I groaned in both pleasure and pain but easily distracted by feeling her pussy clench tightly. She was close. I sped up and went harder, wanted nothing but to feel her juices around my cock.

"Y/n I'm cumming.. I'm cummi-" with a high pitched moan I felt her. I leaned down kissing her harshly not stopping my hips. She moaned from being still sensitive. Her back arched and i felt her chest touch mine.

"sorry Ting but I told I will convince you until you understand I only crave you," I whispered in her ear kissing down her kiss, sucking on the place I knew was sensitive.

A wimper escaped her lips as she gripped my hair harder

She tried to respond but I felt her coming close again as I felt my own high coming too.

"Fuck I'm about to cum," I grunted

"T-together" was all she could muster.

I felt her juiced let go once againg making me also exploding into her, letting my hips go out and into her deeply. Once I went soft I slowly pulled out and laid next to her.

She cuddled up against me and kissed me softly, not able to move too much as she was tired.

"Are you convinced yet?" I asked

She giggled.

"More than convinced" she sighed.

"Good, there is no need for you to get jealous," I said

"I-I wasn't jealous" she pouted

"Uh-huh sure" I said hugging her tighter

when it finally arrived the first thing you saw was mashiro's face and her big smile. she waved at you and you waved back with a “hello”. you asked her a few quick questions you had already prepared before (you didn’t want to bore them not knowing what to talk about), which she answered happily. and when the time ended you said your goodbyes with you telling her over and over how pretty she looked.

next in line was Yeseo, she had this bubbly energy that made you smile and calm your nerves more. you asked her other questions and then passed them to the next member, xiaoting.

she really was beautiful, the first time you saw her in girls planet 999 she immediately caught your eye and along with yurina, who sadly didn’t get on the group, became one of your picks. “hi?” you said when you notice her wide eyes looking at the phone in front of her.

you saw her shaking her head before she said “hello, hi”

“red looks really good on you” you complimented her, referring to her hair color.

she started blushing at your comment “th- thank you, you too.” she laughed nervously after noticing you didn’t have any red with you “i-i mean, you are not wearing red but i bet you would look good in it”

you laughed “thank you. i have a question for you” she nodded her head waiting for you to continue “if you could travel to any country, not work-related, which one would you like to travel to and with who”?

she was looking straight at the camera and while you thought she was thinking of an answer to your question she was really just looking at you, she hasn't met someone as pretty as you and she have seen really pretty people (her members for example) considering she was an idol and all. you heard another voice and Xiaoting cheeks turned as red as her hair. “sorry, sorry. i think… i think i would like to go back to china, yeah. and maybe travel with… travel with my members”

“do you miss it?” you asked.

“what?” she asked getting distracted again

“china” you cleared up

she nodded her head “oh yeah” she took a deep breath to try and calm down her nerves and stay focused, why were her hands sweating? “i- i miss my family”

you heard the timer and knew it was time to pass to the next member but before the person behind the phone could take it, she said “you are really pretty, bye!” you waved at her with a smile, and you too.

yujin was next and the first thing she said to you was “so you were the one making xiaoting so nervous?” with a teasing smirk on her face- you saw a hand slide across the screen (probably xiaoting’s) and hit her in the arm “ow” she rubbed the spot where her member’s hand had been. then she started asking you questions, even though you were supposed to be the one doing it. yujin thought you couldn’t blame her, she was the leader and had to make sure you were a good person, even though you’ll probably never meet in person and your possibilities of being with xiaoting were almost zero.

when the fancall ended you looked through the videos you had recorded and decided to post them on twitter for people to look at how nice the girls were and their different answers to your questions. but the thing that got everyone’s attention was your call with xiaoting. they started talking about how flustered she seemed and how she stuttered sometimes while answering. you probably were too nervous to notice how she was acting at the time, but after watching it again you could see her blushing a lot.

the video obviously got to the girls and they started teasing her member about it. but in xiaoting’s defense, you were utterly gorgeous “didn’t you see her? she was beautiful!” she said. when her members snickered, she blushed “come on! you have to admit it”